#he has a soft-spot for kids even if he's awful with them half the time-

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New Age au (A Day at Dream's)

Hey y'all! This is another pre-story Drabble, this time from Dream's perspective! Exiled prince doing his best to interact with the populous and do his daily tasks! This was mainly just an attempt from me to get back into writing for this au, and ofc, fleshing out Dream! Hope y'all enjoy!

(Who do I normally tag? @ancha-aus @papiliovolens @mutzelputz I believe? Welcome back y'all!)

The morning was warm, something that Dream had to be grateful for. Ever since the incident, it seemed like he was faced with far more cloudy days than sunny ones, even in the midst of summer. The winters froze so harshly that trees would splinter at the branch, limbs cracking like cannon shots in the nights. The spring was full of awful thunder storms that spewed lightning and wrought floods, and the fall was constantly welcoming wind storms that threw around the rotten remains of plants all about. Even Blue had to admit that the weather was much worse here than his home kingdom, after the first year they’d spent at the very border of Orchard. 

Summers were hit and miss, either clinging to the traces of those awful storms, making everything sticky and humid, or beginning the dry season. This morning, as far as Dream could tell, might’ve finally been the start of a dry season. The garden didn’t seem to be swamped, it didn’t seem to be wilted either. The plants always seemed to know when rain was coming, because their leaves would downturn. After so many years, Dream made it a habit to glance out one of the back windows to make sure he knew just what to expect from the day.

Buttoning his over-cloak, he found himself lingering at the window for a second. He knew he’d have to talk with a returning scouting party later in the afternoon, their most survived thus far, but beyond that there wasn’t much else. Go about the camp, see if he could boost morale, maybe get in a training session with Blue…

Speaking of Blue, his loyal knight was seemingly nowhere to be found. 

Dream took a moment, crossing the quaint living room of their cabin to squint at the sky. Hmm, already past midday. He had been up rather late last night, night terrors plaguing him as they often did nowadays. He must’ve slept in, Blue had always been an early riser. Up just before the sun, back to bed late in the evening. Dream was pretty sure the only days he hadn’t seen Blue out on a morning jog were those that he asked the other to stick around. For safety, for planning, for breakfast… If he knew Blue well enough, which he liked to think he did, Blue was probably out right about now helping the supply carts unload to the outer tents. They always came in on the 2nd of every month, and the calendar marked it as such. Bless Blue for keeping such good track of affairs. 

The prince was practiced as he pulled on his remaining accessories. His archery gloves, which carried up to his elbows, and the thick leather boots gifted to him by a cobbler in the closest village. The boots were durable and comfortable, and while they weren’t the morst appealing at first, Blue had suggested that they find someone to embroider them with Dream’s symbol, the sun. They’d done so, asking one of the refugees they’d taken in if she could, and now they felt much more homey. Of course, it’d been several years now and they were looking worse for wear, but he’d grown a bit sentimental. 

These things were his, and he could keep them as long as he liked. No one here cared if they were mud-stained and threadbare in a few places, they were always looking at his face, after all. 

The moment they were buckled securely, Dream took the chance to stroll towards the door and push outside. 

Just as his plants suggested, the air was warm and dry, something which was deeply familiar to him, and admittedly placed him into a much warmer mood. Especially because, with the good weather, folks had gone about and placed their tapestries outside again. Banners and hanging pieces, all adorned with the shapes of the sun, in bright yellows, striking orange, and even some with that familiar pink accent. Usually, when it rained or snowed, they’d place the expensive and valuable symbols inside for safety, but with the warm air it felt only right that he could once again see his colors flying. 

It reminded him why he was doing all this. He had to regain power, to usurp his brother. Free him from whoever was whispering lies into his ears. Be crowned and see his sun in place of the moons which had infected every inch of the capital and many cities beyond. Though, for now, this was good enough. His own little paradise. 

The walk int the campsite proper was a little ways out from the cabin, a slightly thinner trail through a thin set of trees. Enough that he could see the camp, but the camp wasn’t directly connected to his little house, he needed his privacy every once in a while. 

From even the short walk away he could hear that the camp must’ve been bustling. Warm weather tended to make all of his people more active, it was familiar and welcoming, and rife with time to finish tasks like chores, or playing games, or, even better yet, training. Here there was no dedicated guard like back home, but the militia was very involved in wanting to learn combat, and Blue was certainly a good motivator for them. The clashing of steel and grunting of labored movements was one of several clue-ins that he’d have to stop by the little patch of dirt they used as a training arena of sorts. Off to the side of camp, with a few benches, a shed to store practice weapons, and several targets for aiming practice. Nothing fancy, but certainly enough for these people to learn. 

The prince could hardly help himself as he stepped into the camp proper and slipped that way. 

Each step passed colorful tents, heavy canvas died different colors by whoever most often occupied them. Some tenets were larger, housing the folks who stayed here as their home, run out of whatever village or city drove them off. Others were smaller, filled with supplies or individual tents for guests, dedicated to their returns. 

Dream passed Inl’s tent and smiled to himself in the silence. The inside fo the tent was piled high with half-finished paintings and splattered all over with different pigments. Paint was an expensive commodity, but Ink always seemed to know just how to make the brightest pigments out of the most random objects, plants and rocks and leaves he found on the ground, it was magical. The only thing he’d ever finished when he stayed at the camp for that brief while was the painting which Dream had practically begged him for, a royal portrait, or sorts. Dream sat atop a throne, Blue stood beside him at perfect attention, holding the sun-themed banner. It had been perfect, and it was another of Dream’s prized possessions. After that, Ink hadn’t had the focus to do any of the other paintings he started, but many of them were about tails of Dream’s usurpment, tails of tragedy told to him by the people, made in rough color splashes or with a big chunk of white at a corner where he lost his focus and moved on. Dream had gone inside once to make sure Ink hadn’t left anything behind before he left, but decided it felt lifeless and cold without the artist inside.And besides, Ink could never quite draw Nightmare right. Even though he’d drawn Dream perfectly, and they were identical twins, something always felt off about those pieces. 

The brief moment thinking about the artist fled. He was surely off killing some corrupt noble right about now for his own corrupt pay, and it was frankly none of Dream’s business so long as Ink wasn’t after his own people. 

His boots carried lightly over the soft grass, trodden down by the constant walking about camp. Light green and pretty, his heels sunk into soft soil beneath like some sort of bog, but it didn’t bother him a bit. If he had his way, the sun would stay out all day and dry up the ground a bit, make it more even and solid. Easier to walk over, less likely to slip into. 

To just his luck, only a few people spotted him in passing, waving or calling out to him, and a smile and a wave of recognition was all they needed to move on with their days. His aura must’ve been getting stronger, because he could only taste the ambient contentment from the entire camp as he wandered his way towards his destination. 

And, soon enough, it was upon him. That little patch of ground where the sounds had been coming from. Where the magic of monsters and the energy of humans were all alight with passion and focus. It was a wonder they all stayed so committed. Though, Dream had learned fairly quickly that people like these, who worked in farms, or crafts, making their money day to day, would work harder than any other person he’d ever met. Plus, it wasn’t nearly as hard for them to train as others. These very people could wrangle a steer with their bare hands, so all they needed was the fine-tuning and weapon training, none of the strenght building which usually took so long. 

That was probably why, now, they were as adept as they were with their weapons. Swords and halberds and morning stars and hammers, all of them clashed with another weapon or a practice dummy. Of course, there were only about 10 people out and about at the moment, but a few others sat on the sidelines. 

There was a brief moment where he was simply stood there. Something about combat, the thrill of the sounds and the movements and the force behind each swing, it was all mesmerising to him. He’d always been a natural with long-range weapons, and they were the only ones his mother ever approved of him using. Staying out of the direct line of fire, attacking from far away, that was what would protect his physical body, and his image. If he was struck in a fight, then people would look poorly upon him. Of course, if he’d become King he could’ve done anything. Could’ve learned the sword, or even daggers, and gotten up close and personal. Seen the flurry of emotions fly through his opponents eyes even before he tasted them. No mother to tell him no, no babysitter, nothing. Just him and the battle. 

Alas, here he is, still using his arrows, and still not using close-combat weaponry, unlike the training warriors before him. In fact, he was pretty positive he was one of the only people who actually used the arrow range, even if he didn’t need to anymore. Shots were engrained into his mind, muscle memory practically as easy as sleeping. Maybe easier, actually. 

Regardless, he found himself forcing his eyelights past the forms of the fighting parties, and instead skimmed for Blue. Dream didn’t want to interact with the merchants today, but he knew Blue’s next stop would most likely be here. He couldn’t ever pass up as great a day as this to practice.

“Prince Dream!” The call for him was loud and excited, and a hot rush of child-like wonder burned through his focus as he stood waiting. 

His eyelights shot over, catching sight of a monster he knew should be familiar to him. There very very few people who brought their little ones to the camp, for safety reasons mostly, and those who did often had very subdued children, ones who rarely spoke or played or caused trouble. This child was entirely different. Dream always knew they were nearby, because children’s emotions were far more potent. Adult emotions felt like a warm bath, while children’s joy, for example, was like someone had splashed hot tea onto his lap. Not painful, but far more striking. 

The tyke who rushed towards him now was giggling in high-pitched squeals and stared at him with two bright orange eyelights, beig and round. He was a little skeleton, maybe four, who had white bones with splotches of a greyish hue splattered across his face and hands. Today he was wearing a little white and yellow tunic which had obviously taken some falls into the grass since he put it on that morning.

“Copper, what did we say about running with the practice blade?” Another voice called out, this one deeper and far more familiar to Dream.

The little one, who Dream now spotted was carrying a dulled wooden dagger in one of his clumsy hands, bolted past Dream’s legs, only to pivot and rush in circles around him with an energy unmatched and giggles that were unrivaled in joy. HE was obviously getting enjoyment out of causing mischief for his guardian. 

Dream’s gaze traveled away from Copper with his smile in-tact, not getting a look at the adult whom he knew he knew. Eclipse, one of Copper’s two parents. He was also a skeleton, older than Dream by at least a decade, and much taller with broader shoulders. His bones were a perfect white, his face a bit long, and his eyelights a simple white. He was wearing a tunic not unlike his son, but adorned with all sorts of belts and a heavy fur wrapped around his shoulders despite the heat. It was a dark brown, his partner’s prized pelt. 

Of course, he should’ve expected to see Eclipse sometime today. He’d been eagerly awaiting his partner’s return from the mission. They’d be back tonight.

“Eclipse, how have you been?” Dream asked courteously, drawing his eyes back to Copper with a plan rapidly forming. 

Eclipse came to a halt beside him, at least an arm’s length away, and sighed a fond sigh. “I am faring well, all considered. Since Ichor went off for this mission, Copper’s been insisting that he has to learn to fight so he can protect us.” Eclipse said. “I apologize for his antics, he’s insisted that he start training right away.”

Eclipse sounded humored, but Dream could feel the tiredness seeping from his shoulders. A tension that was surely weighing on him. For a moment, it had entirely slipped his mind, but a glance confirmed his suspicion. Ichor and Eclipse had been away from camp fro a few weeks, about four months back. They’d had a soulling, and now it sat bundled in Eclipse’s arms, quiet and content, probably sleeping. Something warmed Dream’s heart, knowing that this little skelton was under the impression that he could defend his father and little sibling. 

Dream chuckled under his breath and gave a genuine grin, letting a small burst of positivity wave away from his core, pushing back a bit of Eclipse’s worry along with it. 

“No need to be sorry, I was eager to train when I was young too.” Dream confided, but before Eclipse could give a response, Dream crouched and shot his arms out, catching Copper under the arms and practically tossing him up into the air. He was obviously taken by surprise, because he shrieked with glee and stared at Dream with his big eyelights and the biggest smile. He looked a lot like his other parent, Dream realized. 

Copper giggled and Dream held him aloft. Copper hardly weighed anything, and it was a little cute how he kicked his muddy little boots in the open air as Dream held him aloft. He was entirely unbothered by his capture, and the energy obviously had yet to fade. 

“So, you want to be big and strong to protect your father and little sibling?” Dream asked to Copper, making a mock serious face, obviously exaggerated and playful. 

Copper gasped and nodded rapidly, excitedly brandishing his little wooden dagger. “Papa gave me dis! I stab any bad guys!” He insisted excitedly, swishing it around wildly in his little hand, arm limited to his side by the way Dream was holding him. 

Now this was an excited little fellow. Very cute and lively. Dream wondered if he ad this much energy, rushing ahead of his twin to get out into the courtyard and run around, climb the trees when their babysitter wasn’t looking. Nightmare sometimes wrestled with him, he missed those days. 

“Well, I thin you have the makings to be a brave warrior!” Dream encouraged, Copper wriggling happily in his grip, “Just remember, your papa and father want to keep you safe too, so listen to them, alright? That’s how you can get to be just as strong as them.” 

This was met by Copper’s nodding yet again, “So, don’t go running with that dangerous blade, alright? You might accidentally stab a not-bad guy.” Dream added, to which Copper gasped.

The little boy pulled one of his hands to cover up his mouth with wide eyes, shaking his head vigorously. “I won’t stab a not-bad guy! Only bad bad guys!” He insisted. 

Dream just shook his head and tutted, “I know, I know, but accidents happen! My friend Ink, he fights with knives sometimes, and he tripped and almost stabbed someone right in the eye once!” Dream exclaimed, and closed his right socket dramatically. 

This seemed to make Copper hold back a growing smile, and instead his expression was something almost close to a pout. His best attempt at a serious face, Dream had to imagine. Copper nodded one singular, forceful, nod this time. Some sort fo silent pledge not to run with his dagger anymore. 

Dream smiled at him, “Good, good! First step to becoming a strong warrior, listen to your parents.” he insisted, before lowering Copper down with a smooth motion. 

The kid giggled again as Dream rustled the top of his skull, and Copper made careful steps towards his dad, an obvious attempt at suddenly being responsible with the harmless wooden blade. Dream was a little proud, usually he did much worse with kids, had to resort to his magic. Maybe Blue was rubbing off on him after all.

“You really are a miracle-worker, my Prince.” Eclipse said softly, reaching one of his own hands down to gently caress the top of Copper’s skull. He nuzzled into his father’s leg and hugged it, attention distracted by watching the other fight not far off from them. 

Dream didn’t deny it, and instead just slunk a bit closer. He peered down at the babybones wrapped in Eclipse’s arm, held snug in place by a sling. It was pearly white just like its brother, but had a slightly longer face with pronounced cheekbones. Dream couldn’t help but notice the tension return to Eclipse’s emotions. 

“What’s their name, have you two decided yet? I’m sorry I wasn’t able to check in with you sooner.” Dream asked.

Eclipse seemed unbothered when Dream lifted a hand and gently brushed it against the babybone’s skull. It didn’t stir, didn’t even seem to register the contact. 

“His name is Steel.” Eclipse answered softly, “I told Ichor we wouldn’t be naming any more after metal alloys, but I can never say no to him. Steel’s eyelights are a beautiful shade of metallic silver, it was just too fitting.” Eclipse muttered. “And please, don’t trouble yourself with it. We are well aware of how busy you have been.” 

Eclipse gently bounced his arm a bit, and the babybones curled a bit closer to his chest, burying into the fur cloak draped over Eclipse’s shoulders. He seemed a bit more at ease as the little one gave a little smile in his sleep.

“Handsome name, Ichor has good taste I’m afraid.” Dream teased, eliciting a smale laugh from Eclipse.

“Do you think he’ll make it home safe, my prince?” Eclipse suddenly asked. 

Dream blinked in surprise, looking up to Eclipse. The other skeleton still had his eyes on the babybones tucked against his chest, but Dream had a feeling he was being watched nonetheless.

“You mean Ichor?” He asked, and to a hum of confirmation, he tilted his head with a grin, “I’m sure he’ll come home safe and sound. Blue’s been sure to send him on non-combat missions, and with plenty of back-up and supplies. We both know that he has a family waiting for him here, we wouldn’t send him anywhere dangerous.” 

That was a lie. Dream didn’t have any qualms about it. He just knew it was a lie. Every mission was dangerous, could turn to combat, and might end in death. Every person here, as much as Blue tried to deny, was expendable. They were part of a cause, they had to be. Of course, Dream would never put children in danger, but Ichor, just like every other person here, came willingly looking to help. He volunteered his family for this willingly. 

Of course, that isn’t what people like to hear. So, he’ll tell him things he’s heard Blue say. Blue was so kind-hearted, a softie. The moment he heard Ichor and Eclipse were having another soulling he’d re-assigned all their missions and work, and even after they’d both recovered, after Ichor was no longer carrying, he sent the guy on the easier missions. Blue didn’t want to split a family. 

Eclipse sighed, almost with relief, at Dream’s words. “Thank you, my Prince. I suppose I’m just worried over nothing. I’ve been known to do such silly things.” Eclipse relented, and smiled. It was tired, but much happier than before. Dream’s aura must’ve finally gotten to him. Broken down those worries. 

“Anytime, Eclipse. I suppose I’ll see you at their return tonight?” Dream voiced, though he knew the answer. Of course he’d be there. 

Eclipse only took a few more moments, wishing Dream a good rest of the day, before he ushered his son foreward and off elsewhere. Dream waved goodbye to them until they passed a corner, and he internally sighed in relief as he turned back to his original goal. 

Dream moved closer by a few paces and plopped himself down onto one of the benches, one side left empty by someone who had just rushed onto the field. He summoned his bow to his hands and fiddled with the string, and ill-disguised attempt at seeming busy as he just watched the proceeding spars. 

So many people stopped him daily around camp, often simply wanting to chat and catch up on their lives. Eclipse’s new babybones was, thankfully, the most exciting piece of news in the last few months, but before that was a wedding between a bunny monster and a hare monster, before that was the death of someone’s spouse and a subsequent burial, before that siblings reunited, they all had their own stories and things to keep track of. Dream found it trivial, but unfortunately, everyone expected him to now these things, remember them, keep track and ask when they met outside of business times. If he wanted these people to stay, he needed to know. 

His only grace was that Blue was very talented in chatting. Where Dream could rouse crowds and battalions, Blue thrived in a setting of just one or two, and somehow knew just about everything about everyone. They’d talk over dinner, about what they did while split up doing their duties. Dream would tell him about the state of the garden, or the new map he managed to draw up with the cartographer, while blue would tell him all the latest menial news. Crushes, holiday plans, when new people were coming in, all of it. He was always so happy, that Dream simply learned to remember it through him. Shockingly an easy feat. 

The clanging of swords and the heat were both a welcome comfort, Dream was soaking in the sun like some sort of lizard on its rock.

Dream just hoped he wouldn’t eat his words later. Blue had sent ichor and a few others on a mission to simply attend the latest ball, and annual celebration for one of his brother’s elite knights. The Criminal, he thought, the one with the tiger mask. Killer. The parties hadn’t had conflict in the four years they’d been running, and Dream was pretty sure ichor wouldn’t go missing. Yet, anyone they sent directly to the capital had a habit of not returning. Blue had forbade him from sending more spies that way, and had only agreed to send a small party because the ball was meant to be open to the public, so they wouldn’t be technically intruding or trespassing. Along with that, Ichor wasn’t directly affiliated with their cause. Eclipse, up until now, was usually the one more familiar with intel-work. Ichor had always been more focused on welfare and support. So, Ichor couldn’t be recognized. ‘

Dream would just have a lot of explaining to do if his promise went awry. Grieving souls were never easy, especially those who had children in tow. They often loved the hardest, and fell shortly after their beloved. Frankly, Dream didn’t want to lose two promising members of the rebellion, or be left with their children in the worst case scenario.

The prince sighed to himself. Blue would scold him for thinking like this. Maybe he should worry less about the return party and more about his own training. He couldn’t risk getting rusty now. 

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Dream was aware the range was a bit out of his sight from where he’d wandered off to get a drink of water, but when he returned, he hadn’t expected to find an arrow embed itself into the block he was passing beside. 

He jumped a bit with the force of the heavy thunk and almost choked on his own breath when he spotted exactly who was actually training with a bow of all things. 

Across the range, looking wide-eyed and surprised, was Blue! He had their heavy long-bow clutched in his right hand, an arrow hanging to his side y his left, and a whole slew of arrows leaned against the fence behind him, the kind with thin, piercing points that could tear through armor. Dream had never been more baffled, amused, and amazed all in one. Why was Blue training archery?

“Dream! Hey!” Blue called out, and he sounded a bit awkward. 

Dream took a moment to examine the arrow which had pieced the block of hay they were using as a target. It had entirely missed the circle, actually passing itself at an odd angle through he side, the point poking out from the other end haphazardly. That must’ve used a lot of force if nothing else. 

Actually, it seemed Blue might’s been making some progress. Dream had been gone for almost half an hour, caught up in talk with one of the new refugees, welcoming them to the camp. That had given his knight plenty of time to try more than enough shots. Dream spotted now the several arrows which had dug themselves into the dirt, all at a downward falling angle as through Blue had been aiming for the dirt. Then, beyond the hay bale, he could see that several trees in the woods beyond had arrows embedded in them. He didn’t know how he’d missed them, honestly. 

Dream circled back and gripped one which had dug into a pine tree’s skinny trunk, and tugged with all his might. He nearly stumbled, and the end of the arrow seemed to have sap coating it, like blood of the tree itself. 

Dream actually laughed as he finally approached his knight, the arrow in-hand. 

“If you wanted syrup so badly, we could’ve asked for some on the resupply.” Dream joked.

He tapped the shaft of the arrow to the top of Blue’s skull, and the knight sheepishly ducked away from the sticky feeling, the arrow moving with him for a moment before springing away. Blue’s eyelights didn’t evade Dream’s, but Dream couldn’t help but notice the embarrassment becoming far more potent from his friend. 

“Ah, yes, you see…” Blue started, before pausing, “I had no intention of harming the flora.” Blue said, though it seemed a bit half-hearted. 

Blue rubbed at his skull as he lowered the long-bow from his front, down to his side. It was a huge weapon, with a string practically made of metal. Dream didn’t usually bother with the long-bows, sticking to the normal bows, or in desperate situations, crossbows. It took way too much power to shoot a longbow for his liking, limited movement. Usually people on horses used them. Dream couldn’t see the light leave someone’s eye from atop a finicky horse. 

“It was a good shot, even if you didn’t mean to hit the poor tree, Blue.” Dream amended. The last thing he wanted to do was embarrass Blue, it was obvious the mood was tanking with Dream’s ill-timed jokes. “Can I ask why you’re trying out the long-bow today?” 

The feeling of Blue’s pride washing over Dream like a comforting blanket as the other seemed to get a second wind. He puffed his chest and lifted the bow right in front of him again. 

“The Magnificent Blue has actually been learning to shoot for some time! The smaller ones that you use are not very cooperative, but this large one does well!” The explained proudly, “It was meant to be a surprise, but I would not lie to you!” 

He seemed largely unbothered by the fact that this secret of his had just been broken wide open. Though, Dream had to imagine this had been going on for a while now. The last time Dream had seen Blue attempt to shoot an arrow, it had narrowly avoided breaking their window in the back garden. They still had a notch in the wall on the back porch, because Dream begged Blue not to fill it in. He’d laughed so hard, and back then he’d needed a good-

“Wait, why was it going to be a surprise?” Dream asked curiously, raising a brow to watch Blue.

The knight laughed loudly, “Because! The plan was to get very very good at it, and then join you for a practice one day and show you! I know you are very talented with lond-range weapons, and if I were too, then I could fight beside you without placing you in danger! You mentioned it once, a while back.” Blue explained as though it was the simplest thing in the world. 

Dream felt a little something in his chest shift to the left as he processed what Blue was referencing. He had mentioned that. Back when they had to scare off some bandits during their trip here, before they found the cottage. He wished Blue hadn’t had to charge in while Dream sat up in a tree and shot at them. Dream had wanted to be in the fray, but… Blue thought he wanted them both to be long range fighters? So they could stay close? 

That was up there with some of the most heartwarming things Blue had ever done for Dream. Trust him, there were a LOT of heartwarming things Blue had done. This was surely, however, in the top 15. 

“Oh, that’s kind of you.” Dream said gently, 

In his distraction, Blue had knocked another arrow and lifted it up. Lined it. Drew the string back. Released. 

The heavy string cut through the air with a vocal slapping noise, and both skeletons watched idly as the arrow arced through the air and just hardly skimmed the top of the hay bail, chunking into the ground somewhere behind it instead. There was a moment of Blue letting out a breath and calmly lowering the bow before he grinned again at Dream. His expression was so concentrated not two moments before. 

“You know that I would do anything for you, Dream. Besides, using a bow is rather fun! I was unaware of how careful you have to be while firing, and setting it up, and aiming.” He listed off with a laugh. 

Now the bow was back at Blue’s side, and Dream was even a bit impressed with his bow etiquette. It wasn’t pressed to the first at his side, he wasn’t fidgeting and bending it, even his motions before he hadn’t dared to dryfire with it. He wondered if Blue had picked it up from him, or if he’d sought out advice from another bowman somewhere. Either way.

“I never meant to discourage you from using your hammer, Blue. I know you’re the happiest while fighting with it.” Dream said earnestly, “But if you wish to continue working with the long-bow, I’m sure I could give you a few pointers.” 

At the enthused expression he received from his knight, Dream grinned, “And then maybe you could teach me to use a hammer. Or, maybe a morning star? They always seemed to have a fitting name.” Dream teased, but Blue seemed even more delighted by the thought.

“That sounds great! We should start now!” Blue agreed, and readied his bow again. 

Dream was a bit startled, but couldn’t bring himself to deny the enthusiasm. After all, he’d been hoping to train with Blue today anyways. 

He watched again as Blue lined up his shot, but this time, he actually watched carefully. He moved behind Blue, and immediately saw a smidge of problem. 

“Here, lift your elbow a bit higher.” He instructed, He stepped forward and set his hand under Blue’d elbow, the one which was pulling his arrow back. He shifted under the touch and stopped right where Dream stopped nudging. Immediately his posture looked a lot better, and his aim seemed more sure. 

“Try pointing a bit further to the right, you’re leaning left.” He added on, and saw Blue squint a bit harder at his target, before repositioning his aim, shifting his feet along with it before Dream could say anything. 

Then, when Dream gave the commend to release, Blue sent the arrow flying. 

This time, it whistled as it shot and struck the bail right at the top ring of the target, almost dead center. Blue whooped an excitement, and Dream hummed. He could’ve sworn that would’ve hit the bullseye…

Without much through, Dream summoned his own bow and took aim from Blue’s side. His night went quiet, watching intently, and Dream let loose his arrow with less than half the preparation time, hardly a thought. Just as he’d expected of Blue’s, the arrow pierced the center of the ring flawlessly, though it didn’t sink in nearly as deep. His brow furrowed as the stared at the target. Why hadn’t Blue’s shot done that?

Sure, the bow was heavier, the arrow too, but the fundamentals should’ve been the same. The golden arrow and landed below the other one, why was that?

“Dream?” Blue’s voice cut through his thoughts.

Dream blinked at Blue, and Blue stared back at him, seeming mildly worried.

“My apologies, could you try hitting my arrow? I’ll spot you again.” Dream requested, and Blue just nodded and prepared himself again. 

This time, Blue automatically placed his elbow up and turned himself to the right. Dream didn’t even need to do more than a little nudge to his arm to encourage a slight but more movement to the right. Blue should strike this perfectly.

The arrow flew, beautifully with a bit of a spin, and… Lodged a few inches to the left of the target. He was aiming right! How-

Ohhhhhh.

“That was great, Blue! You had everything but an extra set of eyes to direct you, good work!” Dream praised.

Now Blue celebrated properly, wrapping his arms around Dream’s sides in a heavy hug. A familiar one that Dream returned, as he realized how silly he had been for a moment. His arrows weren’t affected by the wind. Blue’s weren’t magic, so of course the air would throw them off course! For a brief, horrifying, moment he worried he’d somehow stumbled in his directions. It was just the wind. 

Blue's hug was tight and affectionate, and very very welcome. Dream savored it, returning it tightly, until Blue released him and raised the bow once more. He figured it wouldn’t hurt to train until the caravan arrived in a few hours.

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Poor choices. He didn’t make many, but he wasn’t going to try and claim that training right up until the arrival was a good call. All he was expected to do was welcome them back, and then listen toIchor recount any important information they’d picked up on, but still. He didn’t enjoy being all grimy and sweaty and middy was the best look or the most comfortable. His only solace was that Blue was equally messay, so he didn’t feel too out of place.

Ask they approached the path into camp, they saw that the light of a lantern was glowing just a bit down the way, and there alone the road stood the sentinels for the night, and Eclipse. 

Eclipse still wore that same tunic as before, though it had gained a grass stain along the bottom hem, no doubt from Copper breaking off at a full sprint at some point during the day. The skeleton himself was without his children, and when Blue greeted him and asked, it turned out he’d left them with someone named Jodie. One of the humans, he believed, a kind elderly woman here with her adult son. Eclipse looked exhausted, but Dream could tell is must’ve been from building worry. Nim help him and make sure that Ichor returns on that cart in one piece.

They stood there together in the quiet, and when the carriage pulled to a stop before them, Dream counted as each person hopped off and stood at attention before himself and Blue. One, two, three, for, five, six, seven… Eight. Ichor must’ve been looking to give his partner a soul-attack, because he was the last of the party to jump off the back of the cart, a thick bag slung over his back and his grin wide and stupid as ever.

Dream acted like he didn’t notice as Eclipse bowled into Ichor’s side, nearly tripping the both of them over and into the grass. Technically, procedure was that Dream would be the first to hear any of them speak, as they could’ve been keeping secrets. However, he knew better than to get between lover birds. That was more of a headache than it was worth. 

Only when the two were done and Eclipse gave Ichor a swift peck on the forehead did Dream usher everyone into the debriefing tent to discuss their findings.

“You’re saying he’s bringing in new knights?” Dream questioned.

Everyone had been explaining their stories, but it seemed that Ichor had managed to get the closest. Hear the most. A servant had tripped over him and spilled a red wine on his suit, so he followed them back to the servants halls to get it cleaned up. Because he was so amicable, the maids weren’t very quiet and told him exciting news. Two more knights being trained.

Ichor had asked more, as much as he dared, but all he could get was that one of them was straight out of the dungeon, and the other one was burly and definitely a foreigner. Some sort of hired body, they swore. It’d be fall when the next party was rumored to be happening. 

Dream hated to hear such a thing. The first criminal was enough, but this second one? And then another? Dream couldn’t fathom what sorts of horrible plans were being fed into his twin’s mind, what horrid plans they were going to enact, criminals and thugs running the country by his brother’s side? 

He sighed a bit, resting a hand against his chin. 

“Did you see my twin at all?” He asked then, to the group.

Ichor was the only one to nod, and Dream gestured to him. 

“The guy was just as guarded as ya said. The Tiger kept circling back up to the balcony where he was hanging, but the stairs were all blocked off by guards, and some other folks were sitting up there with him. Magic on one of ‘em was strong.” Ichor explained, and Dream squinted as the torchlight glinted off of the skeleton’s single gold tooth. Now his pelt had been returned to him, and he looked perfectly barbaric, like the first day Dream had seen him. 

“Mm, unfortunate. My brother is smart, he wouldn’t spare any detail in his protection, I suppose.” Dream muttered, before simply nodding. “Thank you, all. I’m sure you’ve had a tiring past few nights. Go to your tents and rest up, I’ll call upon you if I need to speak with you again sometime later in the week.” 

He didn’t really want to dismiss them, but it was obvious half of them had gotten drunk off their asses within the first five minutes of being at the party. Ichor was really the only one with any good information, and even then, it was extremely limited. Of course, Dream had to be grateful that Nightmare must’ve been slipping with controlling the tittering tongues of his servants, it saved him the trouble of having to wait any longer for information. 

Nightmare adding new, dangerous, knights was not ideal, 

He watched as the party slowly filtered out, some stumbling, some half-awake, and even Ichor yawning as he ducked out of the tent. The only one who didn’t immediately flee was Blue, who sat for a few minutes longer before popping to his feet, gathering the notes strewn across the table, and helping Dream to his feet. 

Together, they left the tent and moved back to the cottage. By now it was far into the night, and Dream could see the stars out. The moon, a thin crescent, seemed to mock him as he took careful steps in the darkness of the path.  At least he’d gotten to enjoy the remaining sun the day had gifted him. 

When they entered the cottage, Dream groaned and moved immediately for the couch. He could try to sleep, but he knew Blue still had to do his nightly routine, and he wouldn't be able to rest with the new information that had been provided. 

“We’ll figure it out.” Blue said unprompted from across the main room. 

His friend was organizing the papers from tonight into a nice little box where they kept all the notes for their plans, and when he placed it back on the shelf, he moved over to the dummy in the corner of the room where he always hung his armor. Every night. 

“I know we will, it’s just…” Ough, he couldn’t say it! This was so infuriating! Every scout who managed to come back only brought him worse and worse news. 

“Do you know, or are you just saying that? Because I know that I know we can figure this out! Two monsters can’t make the difference in a coup!” Blue stated matter-of-factly as he undid the buckles on his chest plate and lifted it up onto its rightful spot. Next followed the boots and Dream watched him. The prince was practically deflated on the cushions of the old couch, a pillow quickly tugged into this arms. 

He was right. Dream knew it, he usually was after all. Still. It wasn’t the fighting that worried him. No, he and Blue alone could probably beat up whatever petty criminals were cabhorting with his twin. It was just… 

“I do. I just- I- I don’t know how my twin could be so stupid!” He exclaimed, practically burying his skull into the pillow, bringing his knees up to his chest, practically curling into a ball. “He was meant to be my advisor, he was the clever one. How could he resort to killers and hired mercenaries. After all those classes he used to tell me about, all the lessons he had to go to, how could he decide to take this path?” He said, hoping his voice was muffled by the cushion.

Unfortunately, like most items in this cottage, it seemed to be cheap and only decorative. No muffling capabilities in sight. He heard Blue sigh, and for a few minutes, the only noise was Blue removing the rest of his armor. 

When it faded, he strained to listen, and caught the floorboards creaking ever so gently under the weight of his friend’s approach. Then there was a pause, and then a weight on Dream’s skull. It trailed heavily down his neck and to his shoulders, before repeating itself. A soothing motion, one that Dream resisted for a moment. 

“I never got to meet him, but I do know you! I think we can definitely knock some sense back into him.” Blue reassured him, and this time Dream listened. 

Blue was right, after all. Blue had been able to knock sense into Dream. If anyone could bring Nightmare back to his senses, it would be Blue. 

He let the skeleton keep doing that comforting motion against his skull for a few more minutes, savoring the contact, before he sighed heavily and shrugged. Blue retracted his hand, and was watching Dream with a soft smile when the prince finally lifted his head. The two of them stared at each other for a moment, before Dream smiled back. 

They both really needed to get some rest. 

[innerempire]

Peter starts calling Tony “daddy” as a goof. He means nothing by it (at first) because as Tony gets older, his concern towards the boy doubles (triples?). Checks in on Peter regularly during his first year in college and there’s this one time where Peter thinks he must have sounded so painfully homesick that Tony makes the trip down.

It’s sweet, even if Tony spends half the time bitching about the boy’s living conditions (really, it’s not that bad, Tony. You’re just bougie as hell). A week later, he comes back to his dorm to a couple of packages. There’s a bunch of fancy-sounding shit Peter can’t pronounce even if he wants to. Like, why the hell would he need a shaver that costs $500???? Or a complete set of toiletries that costs more than his Molecular Biophysics textbook? Or bedsheets that are so ridiculously soft and cool to the touch that it makes waking up for his 8am classes somewhat impossible?

There’s also a box that’s basically just snacks. Lots of it. Because Peter had complained about how the vending machine was always spoilt and the options meager.

So yeah, he thinks Tony’s got quite the soft spot for him even if he hides it behind his “yeah, yeah, whatever you say, Pete”.

He doesn’t think much of it when he sends the text: lol, a bit overboard, but thank you daddy 😉

Again, Peter had meant it as a goof because he knows Tony can get a little dramatic about his age.

Tony: What are they teaching you in college

Peter: What? I’m just expressing my thanks to an older man whom has posed to be quite the paternal figure in my life.

Peter: But yeah, seriously, thank you. The snacks are godsent. So is the new puffer jacket. But like, winter break isn’t for a couple of months yet?? And I don’t really need like, new pillows, but they’re really, really nice.

Tony: Daddy aims to please.

Peter laughs at the message, glad that the older male was playing along at least. He keeps it up for the next couple of months, Tony doesn’t tell him to stop.

Tony: What do you think about cornice ceiling designs?

Peter: what?? what’s a cornice

Tony: you know what, it’s probably a no for you.

Peter: okay. just googled it. why are you looking at ceiling designs?

Peter: are you renovating stark tower? again?

Peter: it’s rude not to reply because I can see that you’re online.

Tony: daddy’s in a meeting, baby. hush and I’ll text you later.

And Peter is…

floored.

Because baby? BABY? Was Tony confusing him for someone else? He rereads the message again, ignoring the tiny spark of heat at the endearment. He wonders if this is Tony’s way of fucking with him after all these months. He wouldn’t be surprised actually.

Peter: ok, no to the cornice btw.

He comes home for winter break and maybe he has missed Tony more than usual. It feels like they’re closer than usual, and if the rest of the Avengers notice that they’re chummier than usual, or how Tony is always in a visibly better mood whenever the boy’s around, no one’s saying anything (yet).

It’s chaotic when the team gets together and Peter’s trying to excitedly talk over Tony about something, cutting the older male off. Tony just clamps a hand over Peter’s mouth, and chides him playfully,

“Okay, baby, don’t interrupt when the adults are talking. Daddy taught you better than that.”

Peter’s words comes out muffled as he protests, not realizing that Steve and Scott are straight up gawking at them. Natasha doesn’t even seem fazed, holding her right palm up towards Clint and mouthing, “pay up, loser.”

Bucky basically goes, “Oh shit, so it’s like that, huh?”

“Well, considering the age gap and how they’ve always interacted, is it really that surprising?” Bruce muses out loud.

Peter peels Tony’s fingers away from his mouth, “Guys, what, no - we’re not-“ He glances at Tony for some help.

“Aw, cute. He’s looking at his daddy for help.” Natasha teases.

“So we’ve upgraded from “kid” to “baby”, huh?”

[ashdreams2023]

Hello again! I was wondering if you still do requests and if so, can I request a Severus x reader but platonic? Like we've all read Sev being like a guardian of sorts to students but what if reader is like the prof that cares for Sev when he was a student? Like Severus' favorite teacher is reader cause not only is she smart and teaches well but she has a soft spot for Sevy and is one of the profs that punishes the marauders every time she catches them bothering Snape. Snape can see her as a mother figure that even up to the point that Sev actually became a teacher he still goes to her for his problems and she just babies him lol. (Reader was once the youngest teacher to teach in Hogwarts before Snape took that role)

Alright alright gonna do this now!

Platonic Severus snape x fem reader

All my respect

Severus had a rocky relationship with adults from a very young age that’s for sure, his home life and neighborhood left little in his faith for grown ups.

It was a rocky two first years when he couldn’t even trust his head of house let alone another professor, he felt uncomfortable if he had to seek his head of house for help, he preferred to suffer in silence, even if it meant having to sit in aching bruises from his bullies until he learned how to brew a cooling balm.

No one did a thing to genuinely help him, no one, he hated how everyone overlooked him, how They saw him just as a weird kid who others avoid for no reason but that they didn’t understand him.

That continued until his third year, after a brutal beating from Sirius and his wand almost snapping in half, he remembers it very clearly he was sitting in the hall feeling the entire world was against him.

Then you came, young looking and worried, at the time you were only 28 years of age, he knew you were the new hired substitute professor for charms.

He expected to be scolded and sent to his dorm but instead you kneeled down and without even asking a question tended to his injuries self, he flinched when you first touched his face but that didn’t stop you from applying some healing balm and checking his medical chart with your wand.

He was speechless to say the least, no one ever cared this much about him…even his mother…

"Tell me who did this to you and I don’t want any lies little boy" you tried to sound firm but he could tell you were still panicked about his state and what you saw on his medical charm, he was a scrawny malnourished boy "you can tell me, you’re not gonna be in trouble I promise"

Next thing he knows points have been deducted from the lions and he’s all healed up. Although that still didn’t make him trust you that easily.

But it kept happening, you stopped whoever was bothering him, looked out for him when he seemed a little off and much more, you didn’t rest until you got the marauders suspended from hogwarts for a whole semester because of that idiot and deadly prank.

You scolded him still but always with a gentle hand checking if he’s hurt or hiding an injury like he sometimes did.

"One of these days you will kill me with a heart attack!"

"They started it!"

Heck you even helped him get some rare plants for his potion making and recommended him to higher education, even after he messed up and used that awful name, you believed him, you saw the good in him and stood by his side.

He can thank you a million times but he still feels like it isn’t enough, even now at 35 of age, you’re 50 and still working in the same school.

He comes to you for guidance, he has tea with you every other day and you sit there smiling fondly as he complains and rants about his day, just like the little boy you once knew.

"With all my respect to you mother but these kids are insufferable" it takes him a minute to realize what he just said and he blushes crazily but you chuckle.

"Oh please, you’re the son I never birthed"

Severus sighs still blushing slightly from embarrassment "Isn’t it too late for me to call my professor mum?" He used sarcasm to hide his embarrassment.

You sipped your tea and leaned back on your chair "I remember when you were just a little lad, sneaking around to brew your outrageous potions and getting burned then coming back to me with a pout and tear stained eyes demanding I give you my cooling balm"

He smirked crossing his arms "I can make it myself now, I don’t need to be babied anymore"

"Oh? So you don’t your favorite tea cup?" She laughed softly.

Severus frowned dropping his arms, his tea cup, the one you bought specially for him because the design reminded you of a cauldron, it was childish and looked out of place in your neatly organized cabin with all the good China sets.

But he still went for it, he wouldn’t pick that one round tea cup and take it for himself, you would tease him about needing a grown up one but he would defend himself saying he would do just fine with this one.

"Well, good to know some things just don’t change sevy"

"Don’t call me that I’m a grown adult! I’m taller than you!"

"Whatever helps you sleep at night sevy" fighting you was useless, he should’ve known better but he always felt light, he breathed out and let a small smile creep on his lips.

[thesharktanksdriver]

a Magical Girl and the justice league 1 (platonic)

Part 1 part 2 part 3

Tagged: @harpy-space @mxtokko @viviyene

I shall make a part 2 sometime for the other members is just cause this already took me long enough lol

Also I’ll probably make one but for the light

It’s about a month after your initial adoption by Bruce that he knocks at your door one day

After you welcome him in your now adoptive father pokes his head in, a once empty storage room now full of personality and life

It makes him smile, especially as you you breathed a new sense of life not only here but also across the manor

As it turns out Superman, has practically been begging Bruce to bring you to the next Justice league meeting

And while Bruce wasn’t demanding you to go, he asked if you’d join (only if you were comfortable with it though) in the next few days

Safe to say you didn’t hesitate to say yes

Like fuck yeah your going, your not missing the opportunity to meet Wonder Woman…oh and the other ones

(Across the world several hero’s felt a chill go down their spine yet didn’t know why)

Each day you get more excited, your practically buzzing with excitement throughout the day and into the night

It gets to the pint that everyone kinda notices especially since your usually kinda stoic in the sense you control your emotions

It truly makes you seem like your age for once, bustling with energy and having a bright smile that makes your cheeks hurt after awhile

When he does take you (the others tried to convince him to let them come along he denied them) your extremely ecstatic

Your hand is slipped into Bruce’s, magical girl outfit practically sparkling in contrast to his grim and dark uniform

Safe to say it’s a culture shock to the rest of the league when the doors open to reveal you and Bruce

Y’all have the complete opposite aesthetic of the entire Batfam

You sit down, scooting your chair to a more comfortable distance near Bruce who hides a smile at the sight

Though the entire league is talking about serious stuff it’s obvious what their actually paying attention to

Your lightly kicking your feet under the table, Rigel curled around your neck and furiously taking note about what everyone says (lol)

You even colour code the entire transcript of the meeting

When the entire meeting is over and things have been discussed, Bruce is like “oh yeah this is my new kid. Say hi y/n” “hi” “let’s get this over with”

And then you have several adults crowding you looking at you with awe

Clark aka superman is the first to introduce himself, he reminds you of a golden retriever with how bright his smile seems to shine

He’s friendly and gentle, a certain enthusiasm in his voice as he lightly hovers above you till you use your powers to do the same

Bruce is brewing in misery as you, him, Hal and Martian man Hunter form a hovering squad

As he talks to you he kinda sends some slightly passive aggressive jabs at Bruce

Kinda salty his best friend didn’t fucking tell him how he adopted again, and that he didn’t respond for the 15th time to bring the family to his farm

He’s really happy the Wayne household has someone who’s as calm and level minded as you

God knows the amount of times he’s lost sleep wondering how Alfred keeps that house afloat

Thinks your outfits really fun and adorable, especially finds it cool that you can magically change it at will

He has a soft spot for small animals (he secretly befriended a few possums when he was a kid) so he loves Rigel

You haven’t told him that Rigel is an inter-dimensional god yet and your not sure he’d believe you

Definitely tries to convince you to meet his son and visit much to the chagrin of Bruce

Listen, Bruce likes Clark but he can be a bit overbearing for his and most of his families nature

100% will offer you a slice of his apple pie that Lois packed for him

Half the league doubles takes cause he’s never done that before and the last time flash ate it he was brooding in the corner

No matter the situation if he sees you he’ll give a polite little wave and smile even if it’s during a battle

Like once he and Luther were going at it but then you casually strolled by, both stopped gave you a hello and then right back into their fight

His wallet has pictures of Jon, Connor and Kara, and he’ll spend an hour talking about them

For April fools you buy him green rock candy as a joke and he eats it in front of lex

That leads to Luthor having a fucking panic attack now thinking the ONE thing that could seemingly kill him was now basically nothing to him

He finds it really funny if you change your outfit to look like a mini him cause it makes everyone (but especially Bruce) poute

When you find out that the only thing that separates his identities is a pair of glasses you end up not believing it

Until green arrow chimes in and is like “yeah that’s it”

Your silently wondering if people in metropolis just know he’s superman but don’t acknowledge it

Your betting on it with Flash and Aquaman

As a joke you begin calling him overpowered and a “Gary stu”. He’s so confused but doesn’t say anything

You sometimes go to him for writing tips for essays since he’s a reporter

And he absolutely helps you get an A without any effort

Lois and the rest of the family really want to meet you and he makes his fact very apparent

When your class trip went to metropolis he definitely does a fly by for fun

It makes you smile at how he makes the class erupt with cheers

Is definitely concerned for your safety but also your mental health because of the amount of stress you have over being the only one able to kill the “shadowmites”

He’s definitely glad Bruce has taken you under his wing and your basically safe wherever you go since you have some inate ability to befriend literally everyone by accident

He doesn’t really like you being friends with certain villains but as long as their not hurting you then he’s not complaining

Wonder Woman aka Diana Aka your favourite definitely catches on that she’s the favourite

And not to brag, she’s totally lowkey happy about it lol

She’s been your favourite hero since you were a kid since she was one of the only female ones

She reminded you of the magical girl cartoons you’d watch for your only bit of joy in the day

Thus you have a lot of respect for her

She finds it really cute that you look up to her so much

Especially since your such an amazing young mind with a kind heart

She doesn’t need her lasso to get that your telling the truth when you talk about basically abandoning your life to save others

100% tells you about themyscira and the Amazon’s whom she calls sisters

Definitely like everyone else finds your outfits really cute especially when she’s surprised by something new each time

Like the others she’s silently worried for your mental health but is at least happy you now have Bruce and his kids to help you as best they can

Maybe started a bet about what other villains you’ll end up befriending

Her bets are on Klarion since she has a feeling you’ll work whatever magic you did on Damien who’s similar in the fact that he’s a chaotic ball of anger

While meeting her you kinda inched your chair closer to her, she noticed and thought it was sweet

Bruce definitely pulls her aside as your talking to the others and explains that yeah “your the favourite” which makes her laugh at his kinda sour expression

At some point she places her tiara on you and takes a photo cause your super happy

She might be testing the idea of maybe taking you back home for a weekend cause she knows everyone would be really happy to meet you

Since she’s kinda immortal you go to her sometimes for history projects

She’s always happy to help especially since she really enjoys talking of all the change she’s seen over the years

It kinda makes her feel fuzzy that someone is interested since she kinda assumes most people find history boring

Definitely lightly teases you about using her as a source for your project lol

One day you show up with your magical girl outfit somewhat resembling hers and she’s gonna treat you like your her mini me for the day

And all Bruce can do is watch with the expression of “this is my life now. My kid is getting adopted by others now as well”

He is content though with how happy you are and how you don’t seem to ever not be able to bring a smile to others as well

She’s kinda iffy on you being friends with villains but after seeing them full on pause as you pass by she’s a little better with dealing with it

But she does worry that you might be influenced by their behaviour

Also she 100% can tell Rigel isn’t a normal Ferret and is the only one of the league to actually believe you

She’s not sure where he’s from but she trusts the white fur ball enough we’re she knows they’ll protect you

Flash/Barry Allen is sliding near you at the justice league table and leaving little post it notes with doodles and making funny face when no one’s looking

What can he say?, he’s good with kids and your not an exception to that either

He’s kinda like a fun uncle

The one who’ll pick you up and place you on his shoulders before running around base

Out the then all he’s kinda the most laid back of the bunch

Sure he can still get serious when the time calls for it but on the other hand he’s a chill guy

He’s also the most in touch with stuff than the others so when you reference something he’s like “I get it!”

While the others stare at him in confusion as you high-five him

Sometimes you like asking hims questions about his powers and y’all try to test it out

Bruce has had to stop him many times and put him in the figurative time out corner

He finds it fucking hilarious when he once walked In on your practicing and you had a giant battle axe as your magical girl weapon

Gives you several nicknames like “sailor moon” or “madoka”

Y’all definitely watch anime on your phone when no one’s watching

He likes messing up your hair only to see it go back into being perfect about a second later

Kinda is now tempted to go to the future and see what you do later on in your life

So he can then tease you about while your looking at him confused

You like to joke that he does shit too fast and he jokes back that your just two slow

By god Bruce is gonna kill him if he begs one more time for permission to gift you knockoff merch of your persona for the 50th time this week-

Pranks…just gonna say be careful cause he’s already on thin ice after the last time he pulled one

He likes telling you stories about his nephew and how proud of him he is

He finds your outfit pretty neat especially since you can change it by will whenever you want

Please be warned though that having anything yellow and red themed may be a bit iffy for him

Bruce probably warns about that beforehand along with not bringing up Barry’s mom

Probably finds it funny that your hanging out with villains n shit

Like especially since your kinda bow just like a neutral ground/entity

Finds it hilarious the juxtaposition of your aesthetic and personality vs big bad Bruce

Rigel is his lil buddy and likes curling up on his shoulder

Kinda gets cosmic vibes from the ferret though

[mana-jjk]

BEATS VIOLENTLY ON THE SITE

i think toge was so happy to have the first-years join them 🥺 after yuuta left, i think he feels a little empty not being able to take care of him. so when the first years join they might not fill that void but they definitely act as a bandaid I PROMISE YOU

megumi likes to say that the only upperclassman he can openly respect is yuuta, but i think he has a soft spot for toge. he’s silly, and sometimes megumi has to do that emo kid thing where he forces himself not to smile because that would be losing the war. but more than anything, i think toge is one of the few that actively shields the first-years and tries to protect them. he tore his throat to shreds trying to protect megumi from hanami, but he also immediately stepped in when todo was giving him shit. and the fact that megumi is fluent in his safe words and understands him so well tells me that he’s known him for a long time so i just think !! little kid megumi practicing sign language by himself and then acting like he’s known it forever and it’s just by chance really ! but toge knows <\3

we haven’t gotten much yuuji and toge interactions but i INSIST they are cooking buddies who delight trying new recipes together. everyone else? incapable in the kitchen. yuuji and toge? certified chefs that have repeatedly talked shared recipes and methods together. i also think yuuji reminds toge of yuuta if yuuta was somewhat mentally stable, could sleep for more than 30 minutes, and wasn’t the shyest boy you’ve ever seen. knowing what it feels like to be a danger to your loved ones is so awful but it’s something they can share. plus toge cares so much about not letting yuuji know about his arm it makes me so ☹️ he’s so caretaker coded it physically hurts. but yuuji also sees him as so reliable, just like yuuta in his first year. i can imagine sometimes he sounds just like him when he’s gushing and praising toge during training that it almost feels like he’s there. toge is also a good source of physical contact. the other first-years ‘tolerate’ him (they love him but can’t show it) and maki would sooner kick him. panda is tolerant but it’s like hugging a stand-up mascot. so toge who ruffles their hair, bumps their shoulders together, and gives them gentle high-fives is like a balm over an open wound.

nobara… do not get me started here i swear to god they are so bestie coded and i died reading the light novel. i think they get so excited about fashion together because everyone else is boring and they make maki and yuuta come to dress them up, clap over their fits, and carry their bags. nobara always says that toge can do better than eyebags, but inwardly she’s just happy to see him happy and secretly looks up to yuuta too. she cares so much about toge’s opinion and he hypes her up and looks after her self-esteem. she felt so guilty getting toge hurt but he didn’t even hesitate !! she also started off not understanding a thing he said but ended up understanding him so well that everyone was surprised 🥺 and it always tears me apart that he stopped her from killing that guy so she wouldn’t have to live with it. especially with little hints from canon that suggest he’s either hurt or killed someone before. maki is 100% her favorite person ever because they’re girlfriends and they kiss, but toge is a close second because they’re besties. they gossip together and are on speed dial and watch crappy reality shows. toge is one of the first people she was vulnerable with and i think he reminds her a lot of saori and it GUTS ME.

then yuuta comes back and after spending so much time thinking about him as a first-year and then taking care of the other first-years, toge expects everything to go back to how it was. except it doesn’t, because yuuta is not only bigger now but he’s stronger too. he comes back, a head and a half taller and it’s a struggle to convince him that no toge doesn’t need to be taken care of that’s his job ?? toge stumbles and suddenly yuuta’s hand is on his arm, toge cooks dinner and yuuta already put his plate on the table and washed the dishes, toge takes a hit for him and not even a breath later he’s being carried like he weighs nothing. and it’s hard to deny him and it’s hard to push away because no one has ever treated him that gently before. like he wasn’t dangerous, like he was something precious. he still has the first-years to take care of, and yuuta was still the same pathetic boy in a lot of aspects. but when he was awake with phantom pains and nightmares, yuuta was there to soothe the worst of it and remind him that there was still a future for him, that he was worthy of being cared for, worthy of living, worthy of being happy.

y’all i have so many thoughts it HURTS someone ask me something before i explode

[piracytheorist]

Episode 35 screaming notes!

So what if I'm emotional over a fictional, fake family spending one day of vacations together?

I love Twilight's comment about how he's glad the SSS is looking out for the bombing threat (and we know it's in vain), but it still puts him on edge to be stared at like this. He trusts them to protect civilian life (and Ostania's pride and joy of a ship) but he doesn't trust trust them, you get what I mean?

We shan't forget. The one thing this man can't pretend to be is someone who is having genuine fun and we'll drag his ass about it and then cry because this is a direct result of his traumatic childhood

Loid blushing when he spots Yor is so precious. I think it might be him blushing half because she saw his dorky skipping and half because… well. He might be falling in love :)

He notices the swelling on Yor's face, but I think he wouldn't even suspect her at this point. He sounded mostly worried about her.

And of course, Anya wasn't plaguing her with questions because she knows all, but it's funny that neither went like "Isn't our super curious five six-year-old going to ask where this bruise and swelling is from?"

SCREAMS

The following montage was absolutely adorable, and the insert song just made it even cuter. I love how it was Anya who lead them to each activity; neither Loid nor Yor had to drag her around anywhere, their attention was on her and on what she wanted. They even explored a cave! She was their priority, she truly must have had an amazing time and this is such a sweet way to end this cruise!

I mean, look. One of the ways Twilight learns how to parent is by fearing 24/7 that his daughter may fall. Very normal things.

Maybe it's because I'm the youngest child, so whenever we were out as a family and I asked to do something my parents would usually decline, because they had two more kids to look after and a place to go, but I have a lot of appreciation for the Forgers going around the resort and stopping to do whatever and anything Anya asked to do.

Very normal man who is definitely not an elite-trained spy trying to fit in. Normal things.

And like. Okay. Yor looking at Anya with such a soft face as Anya is having pure unrestrained fun is one thing.

BUT THEN THEY HIT US WITH THIS???

OH MY GOD. MY GOD. THIS MAN IS IN LOVE AND HE HAS NO FUCKING CLUE.

Like, for real. I can't stop looking at this. It's just his eyes but there's so much longing and yearning in them and also some sadness because deep down he thinks that what he wants is something he'll never get but this is really deep because it'll take him about three to five business years to accept he's grown feelings.

Like. It's not just "growing feelings" anymore. You don't look at someone like THIS when you're just "warming up" to them. He'd grown so accustomed to life with the Forgers that after Yor was away - though in the very same ship as them - for a couple of days he went all yearning looks and doe-y eyes at her when he met with her again. He's in LOVE.

I am so excited to see how their dynamic will develop from now on! It's gone on an entirely new page!

Anyway. I love how Yor went like "Oh they might see the wound on my chest" for the snorkeling but when she saw they could wear wetsuits she went like oh that's okay then and DIDN'T WORRY AT ALL ABOUT THE FACT THAT SHE'D GET SALTWATER ON HER WOUNDS. THIS WOMAN EATS HOT COALS FOR BREAKFAST AND WHITE HOT IRONS FOR LUNCH.

I mean, I'm guessing she is a fast healer and her wounds are not openly bleeding anymore but still. Hardcore.

And of course she'd beat the shit out of sharks. It's funny seeing the trio try to come up with excuses now but I think it's going to be a different type of good post-reveal, cause they'll be like "I have nothing to hide" and act on their abilities without a single moment of hesitation. Imagine Yor beating up sharks and Loid and Anya looking at her with heart eyes.

Aw, but look at them snorkeling. It's Yor who is holding Anya. I wonder what Yor's thinking is on that since she thinks that Loid is Anya's biological father and has been longer in her life. I doubt she thinks anything bad about Loid, but it is something that would make someone wonder.

I was so impressed by everything in the episode up until that point that I completely missed what the dialogue there was XD I only had more thoughts after I rewatched it.

Anya is having fun looking at the colourful fish. Yor has hunting in mind. Loid is… not impressed XD

Though very light, this could be a reflection of their characters. Anya is a child full of curiosity for the world, easily impressed by new stuff; she loved the aquarium, and she loved seeing new fish from up close.

Yor's encounters with animals were either for hunting (for food) or with guard dogs from people she was sent to kill. She understands the concept of pet animals, of course, but it seems to be a "secret third option", as tumblr would say. Her first instincts are either hunting or fighting, and since those fish were too small to be any threat (I mean, she's confident about fighting sharks), her mind went to food.

And then you have Loid. His wide knowledge of the world has rendered him almost incapable of getting impressed. There's nothing new for him to learn in anything… except for child rearing, of course. And maybe human connection. And so, he seems to be looking at those two in the last shot.

Just like Gram, Anya gets thrown around by a professional, super strong assassin and she just goes like "Again!" And Loid doesn't even make a comment about Yor pushing Anya too strong. He really took to heart and meant it when he told Yor that her being strong is one of the things that make her an amazing mother.

AND THEN THAT SCENE

I had guessed right, as Yor had indeed not rested at all for the entire three days of the cruise and had a long and intense fight the night before. AND THUS FANSERVICE HAPPENS <3 <3 <3

DON'T MIND IF I DO <3

ENDO KNEW WHAT HE WAS DOING <3

No but seriously, there's a lot to love about this moment. Apart from how cute it is, Twilight at first only seems annoyed by how this attracts attention to them. He was already alert from how the SSS was looking at everyone, this would only add to his uneasiness.

But it doesn't take long for him to find an excuse for his wife. Blaming all her exhaustion on her work, being thankful for her going along with everything Anya asked to do, and smiling at her!! Bruh!! And he STILL can't see it, this man is such a good liar he can even lie to himself!!

Seriously the way Eguchi delivered those lines? Superb <3

AND THEN THE FAMILY THEME PLAYED AND I WAS LOSING MY MIND.

They didn't have to go so hard T_T It was a relaxing (and quite prolonged!) chapter to wrap up the cruise arc, but it was wonderful T_T

Even the Handler is up to him, though. Fullmetal Lady won't fall for his emotionally constipated bullshit.

AND I THOUGHT IT COULDN'T GET ANY CUTER!

She even drew the family in their colours! Yor in red, herself in pink, and Loid in a muted green! I can see Yor holding one of her stilettos, but what is the other thing? A rose? I don't think I can tell what Anya is doing in the drawing, but Loid looks like he's holding a bomb? Or a surfboard?

AAAAAHHH It was wonderful!! T_T

The parts with Yor and her coworkers and Yuri and Lieutenant Guy were actually added by the anime! I feel Yor about the gifts. I'm so bad at gifts you have no idea. And Yuri is on another level, he doesn't stop talking about his sister and he tells Lieutenant Guy "Are you psychic or something" and he's like "Sure sure". And this being this kind of show I was like "MAYBE???" but yeah no he was just messing with Yuri XD

Hey psst. You know what will look even more convincing? If you both slept on those pillows 👀👀 next to each other 👀👀

I was cringing so hard at the scene in the school! Anya! We love you as you are, you don't need to go embarrass yourself!

It was interesting, though, to see that Damian stayed out of it all. It's proof that he can mind his business and keep his opinion to himself. I hope he learns to do that more often.

Becky continues being best friend material <3 Anya is so lucky for real

It's been less than a week

It's so funny to me that the anime added the detail that it was Loid who picked the snacks for Yuri. I wonder how quickly Yuri would spit them out upon learning that XD

My mans tired. I felt kinda sad for him ngl XD

Okay, this was hilarious. His paternal instincts are starting to kick in to the point where he imagines teaching Anya the proper methods of deception. It was also funny that as Yuri was imagining his speech, I went like "Uhm you lie to your sister no?" and before I got to finish that thought, the excuses kicked in.

And Anya is starting to learn that actions have consequences.

This isn't what she manipulated two enemies of the state into adopting her for.

TWO EPISODES LEFT T_T I might have to pick up making crack recaps again for however long the next hiatus will last :'D

[zeneveiva]

Egalan vivon chapter one

I stood there, my heart pounding with excitement and anticipation, taking in the sight of egalan vivon before me. The markets were bustling with life, filled with people from every corner of the earth, their vibrant clothes and colorful dialects swirling around me like a kaleidoscope. The buildings were made of mud, stone, straw, and shaped into blocks and huts, some bigger than I had ever seen before.

Suddenly, I caught sight of a girl nearby. She had dark skin and dark braided hair, wearing a dress of white with blue and red stripes on the skirt.

Intrigued, I gathered up my courage and walked towards her, my boots kicking up puffs of dusty earth as I went. She turned to look at me, her brown eyes kind and curious.

“Saluton,” I said, my voice quivering just a little. “I’m Mira. I just arrived here.”

“Oh, Saluton,” the girl said, her voice soft and kind, like a gentle breeze. She looked at me, her eyes assessing me with curiosity. “I’m Zola. Welcome to egalan vivon. Are you here for the first time?”

I nodded, feeling a mixture of nerves and eagerness. “Yes, it’s my first time,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “It’s all so… different from where I come from.”

Zola smiled, a warm and welcoming expression. “It can be overwhelming at first,” she said. “But egalan vivon has a way of drawing you in and making you feel welcome. Where do you come from?”

“I’m from the słowiańskie and Ballkanike regions,” I said, feeling a sense of pride in my heritage. “My chief sent me here to learn and experience new things.”

Zola's eyes widened with interest. “The słowiańskie and Balkan regions? That’s so far away. How long did it take you to get here?”

“Two weeks on foot,” I said, a hint of exhaustion in my voice, “and then a three-day boat ride.”

Zola’s mouth dropped open in amazement. “Wow, that’s quite a journey you’ve had,” she said. “You must be exhausted.”

I nodded, feeling a wave of fatigue wash over me. “Yeah, I am a bit tired,” I admitted. “But it’s worth it to be here. Everything is so different and fascinating.”

Zola's eyes sparkled with excitement. “Ah, you haven’t seen anything yet,” she said. “There’s so much more to explore and discover. Would you like me to show you around?”

My heart lept with excitement at the offer. “Yes, please!” I said, feeling a sense of adventure stirring within me. “I would love that.”

Time goes by and as Zola and Mira continue to explore the market together, they suddenly hear a cry for help echoing through the crowds. It's the sound of a man, struggling to shake off a group of local children who have latched onto him. The girls exchange a glance, wondering what's going on.

Curious, they make their way through the crowd and spot the man in the distance, surrounded by a horde of chattering and giggling kids. Some are clinging to his arms, while others have climbed up onto his back, and it seems like the man is starting to lose his balance.

"Omar?" Zola calls out, her voice cutting through the clamor.

Omar looks up, a mix of relief and amusement on his face. "Oh, hi Zola!" he manages to say, his voice slightly strangled by the children's weight. "Having a bit of a problem here."

Zola and Mira exchange a knowing look, trying to hold back their laughter at Omar's predicament.

"Looks like it," Zola agrees, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "Need some help?"

"Please!" Omar pleads, his tone half-joking and half-desperate. "These kids are like barnacles, I can't get them off!"

The kids laugh and shriek, seemingly having the time of their lives while Omar is starting to look a bit weary.

As the girls approach, they notice the kids all turn their attention towards them, and a few start to let go of Omar to investigate the new arrival. One brave soul even jumps off Omar's back and trots over to Mira, examining her with wide, curious eyes.

As Mira approaches the kids, they swarm around her with excited curiosity. Their small, upturned faces gaze at her in awe, taking in her unfamiliar clothing and features.

With a warm smile, Mira crouches down so she's at eye level with them. "Hello," she says, her voice gentle and soft. "I'm Mira. What are your names?"

The kids, who range in age from about 5 to 8 years old, exchange glances, their eyes still locked on Mira. One of the younger ones, a tiny girl with a lopsided pigtail, steps forward and shyly mumbles, "I'm Leeta."

this old women from her stall starts to yell at the kids “and you should all be with your families now go! shoo, shoo!

she said walking out her stall with her broom

The old woman's stern voice and the sight of her walking towards them, wielding a broom like a weapon, instantly disperses the kids. They scatter, with the bravery they had moments ago now replaced with a hint of fear. The little girl Leeta hangs back for a moment, her eyes locked on Mira, before she also obeys the old woman's command and runs off.

Omar stretches out his limbs, wincing slightly as he straightens up fully. "Thank you, Mama Luna," he says gratefully.

He then turns his gaze towards Zola and Mira, his expression a mix of pleasant surprise and curiosity.

"Zola," he says, nodding in greeting. "It's been a while." His eyes then fall on Mira, taking in her unfamiliar features. "And who's this?"

Zola smirks at the look of surprise on Omar's face.

"This is Mira," she says, gesturing towards the younger girl. "She's new here. She just arrived today from the słowiańskie and Ballkanike region."

Omar's eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "The Slavic and Balkan region? That's quite a journey," he says, his gaze returning to Mira. His dark eyes assess her appearance, taking in her unfamiliar clothes and foreign features. But there's also a hint of warmth in his expression, as he offers her a friendly smile.

"Well, welcome to egalan vivon," he says, his voice warm and welcoming. "It can be quite a culture shock at first, but you'll get used to it soon enough."

Mira blushes faintly as Omar smiles at her. There's something about his kind yet weathered face that puts her at ease, even though she just met him.

"Thank you," she says, her voice still carrying a slight foreign accent. "It's already quite different from back home."

"You picked a good day to arrive in town," Omar says to Mira, his voice taking on a more serious tone. "Tonight is the festival of the fall. It's a special occasion”

Mira looks at Omar with a slightly confused expression. "What exactly is this event all about?"

"The fall of the Daivat rebellion," Zola supplies, her voice soft yet filled with a sense of reverence. "It's a significant event in our town's history. Every year, we light lanterns to honor those who were lost, and celebrate the hope that the elders might return."

She glances at Omar, who nods in agreement, his eyes taking on a faraway look as he speaks. "Aye, it's a special day for us all," he says, his voice lower than before. "But this year is a particular milestone. It's the hundredth anniversary of the rebellion."

“So… you’ve all been waiting one hundred years for five elders to come back?”

Mira asks in a curious yet confused tone

Omar and Zola exchange a glance, both of them knowing that explaining the complex history of the rebellion is not an easy task.

Omar steps in to answer Mira's question, his voice thoughtful. "It's a bit more complicated than that," he says. "The elders, the five leaders of the rebellion, disappeared suddenly and mysteriously. Some say they were cursed, others believe they went into hiding. And ever since then, we've been waiting for their return."

“Why not just choose five others?”

Mira asks as if it were simple

Omar chuckles faintly, a hint of sorrow in his eyes. "Oh, it's not as simple as just choosing someone, my dear," he says, his voice gently correcting her naivety. "The elders who disappeared were not just leaders, they were chosen by fate. They were the strongest, the purest, and the bravest. They held powers that were beyond our understanding."

Zola nods in agreement, her expression solemn. "And there's a prophecy that says that five new chosen ones will appear to take their place," she says.

As Zola is trying to explain the story of the rebellion, they're interrupted by a loud sound of pots and pans clashing in the distance. This causes them all to turn their heads towards the source of the noise, where they see a boy being pushed into the pots and pans by a group of bullies.

Omar's expression hardens as he sees the boy being bullied, and Zola's face turns grave. They both exchange a quick glance, both knowing that it's not the first time they've seen the boy being targeted by bullies.

Omar steps forward quickly, ready to intervene, but Zola holds him back with a gesture. "Wait," she whispers. "Let's see how he handles this himself first."

Hesitating for a moment, Omar nods, watching the situation unfold with a mixture of concern and patience.

They watch as the boy struggles to get up, his movements a bit shaky. The bullies surround him, their expressions unkind and taunting. They seem to be enjoying his misfortune, mocking the boy as he tries to regain his footing.

Despite the situation, the boy seems to be unfazed. He looks at the bullies, his expression a mix of annoyance and indifference. He tries to brush off the pots and pans, but the bullies only laugh harder. One of them even pushes him again, causing the boy to stumble once more.

The bullies continue to taunt him, their words harsh and derisive. "Aw, look at the little freak," one of them sneers. "Can't even stand up straight without falling over."

But the boy lifts his chin, his gaze steady and unwavering. He stands up fully, his hands forming fists by his side.

The bullies circle around him, their eyes filled with cruel amusement. "What are you gonna do, huh?" one of them goads. "Can't even speak our language, can you, foreigner?"

Hermes doesn't respond, his expression still calm despite the provocation. He squares his shoulders and takes a step towards the bullies, his eyes locked on the one who spoke last.

“You know theres this thing in Ellada that we do, now watch, you see my hand here”

the boy says waving his hand in front of the bullies face

“First, i ball it up really tight like this, then”

he throws a punch directly into the bullies face, giving him a blood nose and black eye starting to form

The bully stumbles back, clutching his face where Hermes' fist had connected. Blood trickles from his nose, and his eye starts to swell, turning a deep shade of purple. The other bullies, shocked, back away from Hermes, their expressions quickly changing from derision to surprise.

“Called a punch bitch, don’t ever touch me again.”

the boy said stumbling backwards, putting the rude finger up at them before walking away.

“Uhh… someone care to explain what just happened?”

Mira pipes in

Omar looks at Mira, taking a deep breath to collect his thoughts. "That young man over there is Hermes," he begins, gesturing towards Hermes who is still rubbing his shoulder. "He's a bit different from the rest of us. He was born in Ellada, but he has... well, let's say he sees the world differently from most people."

Zola nods in agreement. "Hermes is just different in his own way," she clarifies. "He struggles with social interactions and understanding certain things that come naturally to most folks. That's why he often gets targeted by bullies. They see him as an easy target."

Omar approaches the boy, a mix of concern and relief on his face. "You alright there, Hemès?" he asks gently, placing a hand on Hermes' shoulder.

Hermes rubs his shoulder where one of the bullies had pushed him earlier, wincing slightly at the residual pain. "Yeah, I'm alright," he mutters, trying to brush off the encounter.

“Who the hell are you?”

Hermès says in a rude tone

Zola frowns at Hermes' rude tone, while Omar looks mildly surprised, but doesn't reprimand him.

"Hermes, this is Mira," Omar says. "She's new here and just arrived today."

“Saluton!”

Mira says in a lind tone with a sweet smile

Hermes looks at Mira, his expression neutral. He glances at her smile, and his frown softens marginally. But he doesn't say anything, just nods in acknowledgment.

Zola chimes in, trying to ease the tension. "Hermes has a bit of a sharp tongue, but he's not bad once you get to know him," she says, giving Hermes a slight nudge with her elbow.

Hermes shoots Zola a look, but there's a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He mutters something in his native tongue under his breath, something that sounds suspiciously like a curse.

Omar chuckles faintly at Hermes' comment, and even Zola can't help a small grin.

"You better watch your tongue, boy," Omar warns, his tone light-hearted. "You never know who might understand you."

“Yeah, why’d you call Zola an idiot?”

mira chimed in, calling Hermes out

Hermes looks at Mira, his expression a mix of surprise and indignation. He clearly didn't expect her to understand his comment, and he doesn't appreciate being called out.

"How the hell did you understand that?" he asks, his tone now more curious than rude.

“I got friends from Ellada-”

Mira says crossing her arms

Hermes's eyes widen slightly, his surprise now mixed with a touch of disbelief.

"Seriously?" he asks, leaning in slightly as if to make sure he heard her correctly. "You understand Ellinika?"

“Mhm~”

Mira responds with a grin

Hermes' eyebrows shoot up in surprised admiration. "Impressive," he says, his usual grumpy exterior giving way to grudging respect. "Most people around here can't even pronounce 'gyro' without messing it up."

Zola and Omar are silent, watching the interaction unfold with a hint of amusement. They're both surprised by Mira's knowledge of Greek, and they're also pleased to see Hermes showing even a flicker of respect.

Hermes studies Mira for a moment, his blue eyes intense and curious. He glances at Zola and then back at Mira, his expression still mildly skeptical.

"So," he finally says, "you're not just a pretty face, huh?"

Mira smirks, her eyes twinkling. "And you're not just a grumpy teenager," she retorts.

Hermes's lips twitch into a half-smile, and Zola chuckles softly. Omar shakes his head, unable to suppress a small grin. It seems that Hermes might have finally met his match in witty banter.

As the group continues to talk, Hermes and Mira's banter is suddenly interrupted by a booming, cheerful scream in the distance. It carries across the area, drawing everyone's attention.

The group turns towards the noise, seeing a large crowd gathering around someone. Music begins to play, and it becomes clear that a performance is taking place.

The music is lively and filled with energy, and the crowd is clearly enjoying themselves. Omar and Zola exchange a look, both recognizing the performance.

"Looks like Ipo is at it again," Zola says with a smile.

“Ipo?”

mira asks confused but curious

"Yeah," Omar confirms, a fond smile on his face. "He's the guy performing. He's been living here for a year now, but I think he brought a piece of the islands with him."

“How do you mean?”

Mira asks stepping forward, she finally gets a clear view of the performer. The man is tall and muscular, with tan skin glisteneing with sweat from the heat of the fire. His dark hair is styled in a long, fashionable cut, and a bold streak of white runs through the center.

He dances with agility and grace, twirling and tossing the fire expertly, the flames creating beautiful patterns in the air. The crowd around him is mesmerized, watching the show with awe and excitement.

Hermes and the others follow Mira, also drawn in by the performance. Even Hermes, with his usual frown, can't help but be impressed by the skill and energy the man is showcasing.

The group watches the mans performance with a sense of wonder and appreciation. Even Hermes, despite his grumpy demeanor, can't help but be drawn in by the flashy display.

As they watch, Ipo finishes his performance with a flourish, extinguishing the fire and taking a bow. The crowd erupts into applause, cheering loudly for the entertainer.

Ipo grins, clearly pleased with the reception and the energy surrounding him. He waves at the crowd, his eyes scanning across the sea of faces until they land on the group where Hermes and the others stand.

His eyes light up as he spots the group, and he excuses himself from the admirers around him, making his way toward them.

Omar, Zola, and Mira smile as Ipo approaches. Hermes, however, frowns slightly, his expression now a mix of annoyance and irritation.

"Great show as always, friend!” Omar says, patting Ipo on the back as he reaches them.

"Thanks, man!" Ipo replies, his smile radiant. His eyes flick over to Hermes, who is uncharacteristically silent. "Hey there, grumpy pants," he teases, a playful lilt in his voice.

Hermes scowls, folding his arms across his chest. "Don't call me that," he mutters, shifting his gaze away from Ipo.

Mira, ever curious and friendly, steps forward, breaking the tension between Ipo and Hermes. "That was incredible!" she exclaims, her eyes wide with admiration. "Is that a traditional dance from where you come from?"

Ipo's smile widens as he notices Mira's enthusiasm. "Yeah, it's called the Tuki-aonae Kai. It's an ancient dance we perform in my culture," he explains, his words filled with pride.

Hermes, unable to keep quiet, chimes in with a scoff. "Show off," he mutters under his breath, but the words are loud enough for Ipo and the others to hear.

Ipo glances over at Hermes, a smirk on his face. "Jealous, hoa?" he teases, his tone light and playful.

Zola, noticing the growing tension between Hermes and Ipo, quietly interjects. Under her breath, she mutters, "Artula," the name of a girl Hermes has a crush on, but is secretly aware that Artula has feelings for Ipo.

Omar, noticing Hermes' embarrassment, can't help but let out a small giggle. He knows about Hermes' crush on Artula, and seeing Hermes blushing at the mention of her name is too amusing to resist.

Mira, unaware of the situation, turns to the group with a curious expression. "Who's Artula?" she asks, her eyes darting between Hermes, Zola, and Omar, sensing the secret knowledge they seem to possess.

Ipo responds, his tone casual. "Ah, Artula? She's just a friend, nothing more," he says with a shrug. His words are meant to be dismissive, but Hermes visibly tenses upon hearing them.

Hermes grits his teeth, silently seething at Ipo's nonchalant dismissal of his statement. A wave of frustration washes over him, and he struggles to keep his emotions in check.

Zola and Omar exchange knowing glances, silently acknowledging the strained situation. Mira looks between Hermes and Ipo, her curiosity piqued by the obvious tension between them.

Ipo, blissfully unaware of the impact of his words on Hermes, continues to smile serenely. He seems completely unfazed by Hermes' growing irritation.

Zola and Omar, sensing the need to change the subject and lighten the mood, finally speak up.

"Hey, the festival is about to start," Zola mentions, her eyes flickering towards a vibrant stage area nearby.

Omar nods in agreement. "Yeah, we shouldn't miss the opening ceremony. It's always a blast," he says, glancing at the others.

Love it! Let's move on with the scene.

As the group heads towards the opening ceremony, the crowd suddenly erupts with shouts of "thief, thief!" Everyone turns to see a man, running away with a loaf of bread in his hand.

As the thief rushes in their direction, Omar, who has quick reflexes, steps forward to stop him. He reaches out and firmly grabs the thief's arm, halting his escape.

“Whoa there, where do you think you're headed?” Omar asks, his grip firm but not aggressive.

The thief, is taken by surprise, his eyes widening as he looks at Omar. He hadn't expected to get caught this quickly. He struggles for a moment, attempting to free himself from Omar's grip.

“Let go of me!” He hisses, his voice filled with desperation. His eyes dart around, looking for an escape route, but the group surrounds him, leaving him with no easy way out.

“Kol hawa” Omar responds, his grip on Haru's arm tightening slightly. “Why were you stealing that bread?”

Haru looks back and forth between the group, realizing he's cornered with no easy way out. He's tempted to make a run for it, but Omar's grip is too strong, and he knows he'll probably get caught if he tries.

“I-I needed the bread. I have no money... I'm hungry...” Haru mutters.

As the situation becomes more clear, Omar decides to offer a solution.

“Okay, I'll pay for the bread. But you can't just go around stealing stuff, man,” Omar says, his tone firm but understanding.

Haru looks up at Omar, surprised by his offer. He hadn’t expected someone to help him, especially after being caught red-handed.

“…Why would you do that?” he asks, his voice laced with disbelief.

Omar shrugs, a small smile on his face. “We all have rough times," he says simply. "And you look like you need it more than the baker right now.”

Zola, standing beside them, chimes in. “Can't let someone go hungry, can we?”

The rest of the group murmur in agreement, touched by Omar's gesture. Mira pipes in, “That's really kind of you, Omar."

Hermes, who up until now has been silently watching the scene unfold, finally speaks up. “What's your name, thief?” he asks, his tone blunt and slightly skeptical.

The thief, still under Omar's grip, hesitates for a moment. He takes a deep breath, considering whether or not he should reveal his identity. But seeing the expectation in the group's eyes, he reluctantly responds.

“...Haru Kobayashi,” he mutters, his voice barely above a whisper.

The group falls silent for a moment, taking in the thief's name. Omar slowly releases his grip on Haru's arm, but he still remains close by, keeping an eye on him.

Hermes raises an eyebrow, his suspicion still obvious. “Haru Kobayashi, huh?” he says, his voice dripping with skepticism. He glances at the others, as if silently asking if they know this person.

The rest of the group shakes their heads, indicating that they know nothing about the thief. Zola looks at Haru curiously, studying his features, trying to assess him.

Haru nods, understanding their confusion. "I only arrived here two weeks ago," he explains, his voice low. "I came from Japan, and I haven't really had the chance to meet many people here yet… or, get money.”

Hermes arches an eyebrow at this, clearly not buying Haru's story. Omar, on the other hand, seems more sympathetic, giving Hermes a subtle warning glance.

Mira, as always curious, pipes in, "What brought you here from Japan?"

Haru hesitates for a moment, his eyes flickering with a mixture of reluctance and sadness. "I... I had to get away," he mutters, his voice barely audible. "I couldn't continue living the life I was living back there..."

Ipo, always the friendly one, smiles warmly at Haru. "You should come with us for the opening ceremony," he suggests, his tone light and inviting. "It's gonna be a blast, and you won't have to steal bread to fill your stomach."

Mira and Zola nod in agreement, their expressions friendly and welcoming. Hermes, however, remains silent, still observing Haru with an air of skepticism.

Omar, already having formed a soft spot for Haru, chimes in, "Yeah, join us! The more, the merrier, right?"

Haru looks at the group, slightly taken aback by their friendly invitation. He hadn’t been expecting this, especially not from the people who had just caught him stealing. He hesitates for a moment, unsure if he should accept their offer.

But then his stomach growls loudly, betraying his hunger, and he can't help but accept their offer. "Alright... I guess I'll come," he relents, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

The group smiles, glad to have Haru join them. Omar claps him on the back, "Great! Let's head to the opening ceremony before you start eyeing anyone else's food."

They start walking to the festival grounds, now with Haru in their midst. Despite his initial skepticism, Hermes can't help but feel a pang of curiosity about this newcomer. Mira and Zola chat amongst themselves, discussing the day's festivities.

As the group reaches the front of the large crowd gathered for the opening ceremony, they are treated to a vibrant display of dance. There, in the center of the stage, stands Artula, a young woman with a captivating presence.

Artula Balan, a talented dancer from Egalan Vivon, moves gracefully yet energetically to the rhythm of the music. Her movements are a mesmerizing mix of traditional choreography and her own unique style.

Her colorful dress accentuates the movements of her body, swirling around her in a mesmerizing dance. The crowd watches in awe as she performs, her passion for dance radiating with every step and twirl.

As Artula continues her dance, the group notice that Hermes seems to be paying extra attention to her, his cheeks tinged with a hint of pink. Omar and Zola, being the mischievous duo they are, quickly pick up on this and start to tease Hermes about his obvious attraction to the dancer.

"Hermes, trying to be subtle, are we?" Omar teases, a smirk on his face.

"I see you staring at Artula...," Zola chimes in, her voice filled with playful mockery.

Hermes attempts to hide his embarrassment, clearing his throat and averting his gaze. "I have no idea what you're talking about," he mutters, but the flush on his cheeks betrays his true feelings.

Omar and Zola exchange amused glances, their teasing growing more intense.

"Oh, really?" Omar says, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Then why do you keep blushing like a tomato every time she spins?"

As the teasing continues, Mira, ever the observant one, pipes up. "You know, I have to admit, Artula is quite beautiful," she comments with a hint of admiration in her voice.

Haru looks at Omar, who has been the most friendly towards him out of the group. "Hey, uh," he begins, his voice still soft and hesitant, "I just realized... I never caught your name."

Omar looks at Haru, his warm smile still present on his face. "Oh, right! I'm Omar," he replies, extending his hand for a friendly shake.

Haru takes Omar's hand, giving it a firm, yet tentative shake. "Nice to meet you, Omar," he says, a hint of relief in his voice. "And... thank you. For not treating me like a total criminal back there."

Omar waves his hand dismissingly, "Ah, it's all good, man. We all have our struggles." He glances at Haru for a moment before speaking again. "Just promise me you won't go around stealing now that you're with us, okay? There are better ways to get food."

After the opening ceremony, Artula, visibly excited and energized from her dance, approaches the group. She greets the newcomers with friendliness, making conversation.

"Hey there, guys!" she says cheerily, her eyes landing on the group. Her gaze lingers on Ipo for a moment, a hint of interest present as she tries to make conversation with him.

Hermes, however, notices this interaction and seizes the opportunity to talk to Artula. He steps forward, clearing his throat to get her attention.

"Hey, um, Artula... That was some incredible dancing back there," Hermes says, his voice slightly stilted with nervousness. He tries to push down the flutter of excitement in his chest, wanting to make a good impression on her.

Artula turns to Hermes, a smile on her face as she acknowledges his compliment. "Oh, thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoyed it," she says graciously, her eyes sparkling with a hint of amusement at his slightly awkward demeanor.

Hermes, trying to keep the conversation going, scrambles for something else to say. "You... you dance really well," he praises her again, mentally cursing himself for his stuttering.

"You picked a good day to arrive in town," Omar says to Mira, his voice taking on a more serious tone. "Tonight is the festival of the fall of the Daivat rebellion. It's a special occasion, honoring the mysterious event from centuries ago and commemorating the lives lost."

As the festival guests mingle and enjoy the festivities, a commotion suddenly erupts at the edge of the square. People start to murmur and point, indicating that something has happened.

Mira, her eyes wide with excitement, claps her hands together. "Oh, wow! This festival is even better than I thought," she exclaims, not quite understanding the tension surrounding her.

Meanwhile, the others, including Omar, Artula, Hermes, Ipo, and Zola, exchange wary glances. Their senses are heightened, their expressions wary and cautious as they scan the area, trying to identify the source of the disturbance.

A thick, menacing dark mist begins to spread across Egalan Vivon, enveloping the city and its inhabitants in an eerie and foreboding haze. As the smoke grows denser, a chilling presence makes itself known as a person-shaped spirit materializes on the walls of buildings, its ominous form casting an ominous shadow over the people.

Panic and terror spread through the crowd as they catch sight of the spirit, their screams of fear now echoing through the streets.

The person-shaped spirit continues to solidify before the onlookers' eyes. Long, dark hair cascades down its shoulders, flowing like an inky waterfall. Neon aqua eyes, unnaturally vivid, seem to glow in the darkness, a chilling contrast to the surrounding fear.

Omar, recognizing the spirit's features, feels a jolt of fear and disbelief. He utters a hoarse whisper, his voice filled with dread. "No…it can't be...," he mutters incredulously, his eyes fixed on the ominous figure.

As Omar's hushed words reach the group, Mira and Haru exchange bewildered glances.

"What do you mean, it can't be?" Mira asks, her voice laced with confusion. "What's going on, Omar?"

Zola, recognizing the entity's identity, chimes in with a hint of trepidation in her voice. "That... that's Malhela Tanda," she whispers, her eyes wide with dread.

Haru, still trying to make sense of the situation, looks at Zola with a quizzical expression. "Wait, who's Malhela Tanda?" he asks, confusion evident in his voice.

Malhela Tanda, begins to wield her powers, she unleashes a burst of umbrakinesis, causing shadows to dance menacingly in the air. She then proceeds to exhibit her efialskinesis, manipulating the blood within the bodies of nearby humans, seizing control of their movements like a puppet master.

Ipo, his voice cutting through the chaos, urges the group. "We need to get out of here!" he urges urgently, his eyes darting around. "Now!"

The group, shaken and alarmed, responds quickly to Ipo's call. Adrenaline kicks in, and they begin to move, trying to find a way to escape the terror unfolding around them.

As the group flees in panic, they spot an open sewer opening in a secluded area. Desperation and fear driving them, they quickly gather around the entrance, recognizing it as their chance to escape.

"This way!" Omar calls out, motioning towards the sewer entrance. The group nods and follows Omar's lead, clambering down into the dank and musty sewer system, their hearts pounding in their chests.

The stench of the sewer envelops them as they descend into the darkness, the only sound the soft echo of their footsteps on the cobblestone corridor. The chaotic situation unfolding above feels distant, shielded somewhat by the thick stone walls enclosing the sewers.

The panicked cry from Mira cuts through the silence of the sewer, her voice echoing off the damp stone walls.

"Someone please tell me what's going on!"

The group exchanges glances, their expressions a mix of worry and uncertainty. It's apparent that they're hesitant to disclose the full extent of the danger they're facing, perhaps trying to shield them from the terrifying truth.

Omar, taking the lead, attempts to calm her. "Mira, let's try to stay calm," he says, his voice gentle yet firm. He pauses, seemingly weighing whether or not to divulge the situation.

Hermes, visibly agitated, interjects with a horrified expression.

"Stay calm?! We just witnessed people being controlled by their own blood! How are we supposed to be calm?!" His voice trembles with anger, his fear and frustration palpable in the dimly lit confines of the sewer.

Haru, trying to keep his composure, yet still frightened, adds to the conversation.

"Yeah, seriously, what was that? Those people... they were being controlled like their bodily functions were hijacked," he utters, his voice carrying a sense of disbelief and fear.

The sewer tunnels feel even more oppressing as this discussion unravels. The group is confronted with the reality of the situation, coming to grips with the horror they've just witnessed.

Amidst the stifling atmosphere, Zola speaks up, her voice measured but anxious. "Whatever that was... it's dangerous. Really dangerous," she states, her eyes reflecting the fear and concern shared by the others.

Ipo, trying to keep the conversation moving and focused on their escape route, suggests, "Let's keep moving. We need to get to the end of this sewer."

Artula, familiar with the layout of the island, pipes up, her voice still carrying a hint of nervousness. "The sewer leads to the edge of the island. It'll bring us out near some boats."

The group nods, grateful for this piece of information. They resume their trek through the dimly lit tunnels of the sewer, the air thick with the mixture of fear and hope as they desperately make their way toward the exit.

Step by step, they forge ahead, their footsteps occasionally sloshing through puddles, echoing off the damp stone walls. The sense of urgency drives them forward, each one knowing that every moment spent in the sewer equates to another moment away from the menacing presence above.

The journey through the labyrinthine tunnels seems to stretch endlessly. As they continue their trek, the air grows slightly fresher, signaling their nearness to the end. The faint scent of sea salt drifts in from outside, a promising sign that the exit is within reach.

The sound of rushing water grows louder as they draw closer to the exit. The end of the sewer comes into view, the faint light seeping in signalling their escape. Artula leads the way, her confidence growing as they approach the boats.

They finally arrive at the end of the sewer, a small opening leading to the edge of the island. The boats are visible through the exit, their hulls gently swaying in the water, a potential means of escape.

With desperate haste, the group scrambles out of the sewer exit and makes a mad dash towards the edge of the island, where the boats are stationed. The urgency in their movements is palpable, fueled by the need to escape the danger the once thought was harmless

Mira, her eyes glued to the scene, stands at the edge of the boat, her expression filled with a mixture of disbelief and sadness. The island, once known for its harmony and diversity, is now engulfed in chaos and fear. The vibrant scenery is cast in a new, darker light, and the peacefulness that once reigned, shattered.

[panhelleniios]

𝟏𝟎 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫

1 — Hercules has a very low alcohol tolerance. || LMAO this one being first. No, Herc’s got an abnormally HIGH tolerance. It takes a LOT to get him drunk, which is partly why it was so difficult for him to quit. He just grew accustomed to drinking so much all the time since mortal alcohol is so weak compared to what his body can handle. 

2 — Hercules tackles and wrestles people to show affection. || Absolutely. 100%. Herc LOVES showing physical affection, and if he knows someone can handle being picked up, wrestled, and squeezed by him, he’s going to go for it. 

3 — Hercules will go feral. Watch out. || Yeah. Have you seen his berserker rage?? It’s less common these days now that he’s in therapy and in control of his emotions, but he used to be notorious for losing it. 

4 — Hercules is going to hell. || Well, he did. Multiple times. Kind of. His mortal half was sent to Tartarus when he died the first time. And 12025 Herc’s whole deal is that Zeus banished him to Tartarus for … Kissing Wolverine. 

5 — Hercules is a switch. || Very very iffy. 95% of the time he’s a top. Very seldomly will that change. If you ask nicely about his time with Queen Omphale, he might offer a story or two that will raise eyebrows. 

6 — Hercules has a knife under their bed. || More like a sword. Or spear. Or his mace. Or a gun. He has an arsenal of weapons all over his apartment. 

7 — Hercules is awful with kids. || Generally he’s great with kids. Got a soft spot for them, too. He’s probably got kids of his own scattered around the globe, and he very willingly funds his former lovers’ lifestyles (even buys them homes!), but having a relationship with whatever children he’s fathered is a different story. That’s where he’s awful with kids. It’s difficult for him even now to overcome the guilt of what happened to his kids with Megara ages ago. So he’s distant. 

8 — Hercules was dropped out of a window as a child. || Probably. He’s durable, though. 

9 — Hercules is an oldest child. || When it comes to his mortal family, actually, yes. He had a younger twin brother, Iphicles. Otherwise, on the divine side, he’s the youngest of all the Olympians. He’s the baby of the divine family 

10 — Hercules listens to 80s music. || That’s his main music taste! He’s heard music from all over the world, all genres and eras, and he’s a musician in his own right — but there’s something about 80s synth, glam rock, and hair metal that he just really, really appreciates. And he roadied for Adam Ant, so take from that what you want.

tagged by: stolen from @kirbyflown :3c

tagging: go ahead and steal it from me that's what it's here for!!

[c0rinarii]

Gonna recompile some thoughts about the 13SAR characters now that im past midpoint!

Juro: Oh its getting juicy.... unfortunately my boy is still as intresting as a plank of sheet wood but im intrested to see if his character goes anywhere outside of the Kyuta stuff going on. Im also sorry i ever suggested to u to make out with Kyuta.

Iori: SHE'S SO FUNNY.... I aspire to have even an inch of her whimsy and dedication to being so #normal. I too would like to confess to my weird as hell crush disregarding the fact he's a dangerous fugitive. Girl of All Time

Shuu: Frat bot facade is slowly starting to crumble and im here to see it. Uncover the truth, gayboy‼️

Megumi: I FEEL SO SORRY FOR U GIRL.... 😭 May you find peace in the future but its an overall shitty situation to be in. truly have her in my thoughts and prayers

Natsuno: I WAS SO HEARTBROKEN TO SEE HER WHIMSY FADE AWAY ONCE SHE FOUND OUT ABOUT THE TRUE NATURE OF THE KAIJU 😭😭 I love that she managed to maintain her optimism despite the awful situation she's been put in though. Still a joy to see pop up on the screen

Keitaro: HE REALLY IS A GOOD BOY... He's just trying his best and i love him for that. You'll save everyone you care about i promise [IMPERIALISM IS LYING TO U AND TAKATOSHI!! I SWEAR]

Takatoshi: Boys be fighting demons and demons is bisexuality. I enjoy him a Regular amount and i appreciate seeing his himboisms so much in the game. I never want to seem him That sad again [IMPERIALISM IS LYING TO U AND KEITARO!! I SWEAR]

Okino:

Yuki: MY PRINCE.... MY SHINING STUD‼️‼️ I love her a very normal ammount and seeing her slowly uncover the truth is nice to see. Definetily much smarter than she think she is.

Gouto: The fact that he is ong for real Ryoko's government assigned boyfriend is the funniest thing to come out of the game so far. He's still gated behind a huge completion milestone but so far i feel like he's trying to make sense of the situation the best he can. Unlike Tomi though, he's very scared of the circumstances of if he disobeys orders, i think.

Ryoko: She's been such a mood so far that i now think of her with her hands on her head when i stress about my uni deadlines. Im so sorry for Ida being anywhere near her life. She should get a wife to kiss and heal her. I give her full permission to kill anyone who breaks her heart. My snarky queen

Ei: HE ACTUALLY GREW ON ME I CANT BELIEVE IT. He really reminds me if the cool rivals with a soft spot you'd see in shonen anime and I cant be too mad at that. I enjoy how taciturn he can be too.

Nenji: HE'S ACTUALLY SUCH A SWEETHEART... knowing that he was childhood friends with Miwako really made me like him more (esp with how he treats her!) Loveable idiot.

Tomi: MY MUTUAL... OOMF IN ARMS... #GIRL IN LAW. Literally love how's she's written her personality is so so colorful. She has definitely said some out of pocket shit on twitter before and ill defend her with my life.

Miwako: I WILL WRITE YOU INTO RELEVANCY MYSELF‼️‼️There is so much oppurtunity to write her as one of the 15. LET THEM BE 16‼️‼️ HER "easy to develop crushes" SELF CAN BE MADE INTO SOMETHING MUCH BIGGER TO THE NARRATIVE RAUGHHH

Chihiro: I can see she's really trying her best to save everyone from the kaiju and seems to resort to any means neccesary to do so... i appreciate the effort despite the uh. [gestures] unethical treatment towards minors ig

Ida: EVERYTHING IS LITERALLY UR FAULT. I CANT BELIEVE IT. This would be half the disaster if you learnt how to sod it with ur selfish desires i swear.

Kyuta, Not-Tamao, 426, Izumi: I CLOCKED UR SHIT, SNEAKY BITCH. I dont trust a word you say. """"Means well"""" in the end i think but has way more messed up ways to go around it compared to Morimura

Miyuki: So far looking like the only person willing to help these kids in a way that would not give them severe trauma. Rooting for u girl.

[No thoughts on Tamao since i consider Erika as 426]

[lucero-is-here]

DRIVES OVER IN A POLICE CAR WEARING A HAWAIIAN SHIRT

Good evening, morning or afternoon folks! I’m your host, Lucero Moone. The star of our show today is David Jones!

Requested by:

Now this man is a classic. He’s the first we meet when we start off the game! Who doesn’t love him? I mean I can name a few, I myself included. He’s alright to me. Now let’s get to it!

- he has poor fashion sense.

- easily nauseous.

- eating is his coping mechanism. If he’s sad, he eats.

- main footwear are sneakers, loafers and boots. Usually black or brown in colour.

- bisexual, change my mind.

- he gets a crush on anyone who is just a bit nice to him- he hates himself for it, but hey we’ve all been there.

- he hates sour things- someone gave him sour candy once and he looked so unhappy eating it.

- he likes puzzles. He finds them so so fun, and he has a 3000 piece puzzle somewhere in his house that is half made.

- he absolutely loves kids. He wants to have kids in the future, and he has a really big soft spot for children. He can’t hurt or yell at a kid, unless he’s really angry.

- he likes soda. Coca Cola is his favourite.

- he got food poisoning at least twice.

- when he first started dating Zoe, he would bring her to really nice restaurants, and would give her the nicest things he could find. He also sang a cover of a love song for her, though he went off tune a few times. But Zoe loved it nonetheless.

- a bit of a scaredy cat. He gets scared easily, and is ashamed to admit it

- he dropkicked someone before. They were just being really rude and awful, so he kicked them and knocked them to the floor.

- he doesn’t like reading that much- he reads sometimes, but he finds it kind of boring sometimes. But Zoe finds him really interesting books to read and be absolutely loves it.

- he cannot eat spicy food. At all. You give him something mildly spicy his mouth would be on fire.

- He falls off the bed whenever he sleeps.

- he has fun patterned socks. Some have parrots on them, some have hotdogs- some have hamburgers too! It’s really funny.

- salty or sweet, he doesn’t care. If it’s food and it tastes good he is happy.

- gets 5 hours of sleep maximum.

- poor memory. He forgets things a lot.

- he has a dress in his closet and he wears it to work sometimes- AND HE LOOKS GOOD- REALLY GOOD-

- he can be so mean sometimes it’s scary. He’ll just started cussing someone out till they cry.

- he likes dogs. He really likes dogs.

- he likes hugs- his main love language is physical affection.

Okay that’s it. If I think of more, a part 2 will be posted.

DRIVES OFF

[dangerpronebuddie]

Kiss Me Once Cause You Know I Had A Long Night 16/?

35. A kiss that leaves you breathless

Summary:

Eddie turned at the sound of Buck's voice. He had just enough time to notice the fire in Buck's baby blues before the man took Eddie's face between his palms and pulled him into a hungry kiss.

(Or, how Buck and Eddie got together from the Ravi chapter 😁)

(read below!)

Eddie checked his watch for the hundredth time that evening. Buck was supposed to join him for this hell hole. But he was half an hour late thanks to construction and a fender bender, and Eddie could only take so many flirty parents in one night.

Chris had immediately wandered off with his friends, leaving Eddie to man their bake sale table alone. He was bored, tired, and more than a little creeped out by the swarm of parents he'd been battling the whole time.

Most of them, he knew, and could brush off easily. But there were some who were friends of friends that stopped by to support the kids and ended up congregating at Eddie's stand.

"Ooh, calender season must be approaching," Tiffany, Alice's newly divorced mom smirked as she approached.

Eddie uncrossed his arms and smiled politely. "Already passed, I'm afraid."

"Well I hope you'll bring me a copy," she simpered, stepping close to him.

"Oh, definitely. My Captain will be delighted to know he has such a wide fan base," Eddie grinned.

It surprised even Bobby to learn he was selected as June for this year's calendar. Poor Chim was devastated. So was Buck, but he tried to hide it in favor of supporting Bobby.

"They passed over such a handsome young man for his captain?" Tiffany gasped, placing a hand on Eddie's bicep.

Eddie was saved from coming up with a reply by Alice dragging her mother away excitedly. He exhaled and focused back on his dwindling stock. Buck and Chris really outdid themselves with the mountain of baked goods they insisted on making.

A familiar Jeep finally pulled into the parking lot. Eddie breathed a sigh of relief.

It was short lived.

D.J.'s dad, Diego, sauntered over with a smile on his face. "Another best selling night, Eddie?"

"Looks that way," Eddie shrugged.

"It's understandable. I want this entire table to myself," Diego smirked, his gaze raking over Eddie.

Oh good grief! These people weren't even trying to be subtle. And Eddie made sure to wear the most unattractive outfit he could find. Cargo pants and a henley wouldn't exactly land him a spot in a GQ magazine!

"Sorry I'm late, babe."

Eddie turned at the sound of Buck's voice. He had just enough time to notice the fire in Buck's baby blues before the man took Eddie's face between his palms and pulled him into a hungry kiss.

Eddie made a soft, surprised noise, but held Buck's hips as the kiss somehow deepened. He had no idea what came over Buck, but God knows he wasn't going to complain.

Buck pulled away and Eddie gasped for breath. Buck looked behind Eddie and a tiny, satisfied smirk appeared on his kiss-bitten lips. He looked into Eddie's eyes.

"What was that for?" Eddie asked in a whisper, his gaze falling to Buck's kiss-bitten lips.

A blush crept onto Buck's face and his hands slid down to Eddie's wrists. He glanced behind Eddie again. Eddie frowned and turned.

Diego had vanished to another stand and was talking with Tiffany and a few other parents.

Eddie smirked as he turned back to Buck. "Evan Buckley," he said, "were you jealous?"

The blush deepened. "Maybe a little," he admitted in a whisper, his shoulders bunching up around his ears.

Eddie chuckled fondly. "You're adorable."

"You're not mad?" Buck asked.

"No," Eddie assured him. He pulled Buck just the slightest bit closer. They were in public after all. "It's kinda hot," he whispered.

"Yeah?" Buck tilted his head with a smug smirk. He glanced behind Eddie again. "They're looking again, kiss me."

Eddie chuckled. "You don't need a reason to kiss me, baby."

Buck grinned, bright and beautiful. "Good." He pressed his lips to Eddie's in a soft peck before pulling away and tangling their fingers together.

They stayed together for the entirety of the sale, and didn't separate until the next morning. Eddie never had to fend off the PTA again. Not with Buck's impressive death glare.

[martieshub]

❛ Dinner is an adventure with me. Clearly, you've been missing out. ❜ His teasing smile on full display. ❛ Well, since you're on my turf. I could take you to one of my favorite spots. It's a hidden gem and best part is that you get to sit and eat by the pool. Mahina and Sun's but it's on the other island which is why I say it's an adventure. They do have kid menus and an interactive bar, it's a gaming area for the mini sized humans. And for our second adventure I'd take you to Senia's. That's pretty cool and food is great.❜ He knew he wanted to include Orion in at least one of their dates knowing how important he was to Elizabeth. ❛ I have to cover all my bases. Do you know how dark and grey your world would be without me in it. Truly awful how you'd not get my sunny disposition at your disposal. Horrible life. ❜ Honestly that was his life. Not having her in his world would not be fun. He didn't like that very much. Another round of laughter escaped him as he looked her over and semi rolled his eyes. ❛ You wouldn't have to try very hard. Though, if you use your magic then I'd like to get out of the few hard operations that he has me on deck for. I'd appreciate that. ❜

❛ Oh yeah, tons. If you asked Lenny it'll take her less than two seconds to bring them out for you to see.❜ He smiled hearing Orion speak, ❛ She kept the good stuff for you to find out yourself.❜ the sight had him smile a knowing smile. The boy was tired and usually he wouldn't insist but clearly it would do more good to have them stay and take up a guest room. ❛ I normally wouldn't push but it really wouldn't be any trouble. You could even take a nap with him if it'll make him or you more comfortable. Guest rooms are meant to be used. Besides, half the kids are going down for nap time anyway. Two more wouldn't be too bad. Stay. ❜ The way he said and added in his puppy eyes had him hope were enough to convince her. ❛ You wouldn't be rude. When the kids nap so do the adults. So really you'd just go with the crowd. When you guys are up we'll eat. ❜

He shook his head and chuckled. ❛ This one seriously doesn't like anyone else it seems. Every time he makes a bee line for me. This is the one who I told you about that wouldn't eat until I sat down next to him and took my first bite. ❜ Just to prove his point the kid nuzzled into his chest and whined. ❛ Doesn't like it when I get a shower and close the door. Cat in human form. ❜

Almost like he hadn't realized he had two arms he looked down and gasped. ❛ What do you know, I do have two arms. Woah. That's a smart plan you got there. But whatever, you're stuck with the red one now. It's yours. Energies switched now.❜ He smiled showing off his dimple as he was proud of himself for that one. He patted the toddler off his lap and watched as he ran down to his moms arms. Then switched to help her up. Extending his hand out for her to grab, electricity shocked his finger which grazed hers and chewed his cheek. His eyes cataloged her features as he let out a soft little breath. ❛ Wouldn't want that now would we. Though, i do have some medical training so I'd patch you up. ❜

❝ Adventures? I thought it was dinner. ❞ But if there was something she could not turn down was a good adventure to somewhere new. With a shrug, she added. ❝ You chose. I haven’t been here very long so I go wherever you want honestly. But if you chose somewhere horrible I might be liable to never talk to you again. ❞ It was a jest and from the smile on her face, it was obvious. ❝ Oh, really. If he’s that open to persuasion I’d probably have to rethink what I ask for. ❞

Orion answered the man with a small smile that showed that he was indeed tired. ❝ There’s one named like me! No, Auntie El said I’d learn more about stars when we go. ❞ In a bit of comfort as the adults continued talking, instead of sitting against her Orion shifted again, wrapping his arms around her neck, and resting his head on her shoulder. She just accepted it with a yawn herself, resting her head on top of the boys yet again as she thought over what Wally had said.

Seven years of family getting together and doing this. Laughter. Fun. Memories being made. Orion had missed out on a couple of years but she was determined that he would have memories like these instead of ones like hers. She knew Charlie and Anna were also trying their damndest to give him the best upbringing they could given the circumstances but this was new to them. Family. ❝ That’s a lot of great memories being made. Bet there are some embarrassing photos ❞ Would making up for lost time be enough for the kid?

At the mention of staying, she hesitated, she didn’t want to overstay her welcome at a function clearly for a family. She had just been thankful enough that they were invited. Having him nap now instead of having to carry him to the car and then up the stairs sounded great but she didn’t want to be rude. ❝ Food sounds tempting, but I don’t know about that Wal’s. He won’t stay asleep unless I lay down with him and I don’t want to be rude and just disappear into the guest room. ❞ She knew all too well why the kid didn’t want to let her go, but that was neither here nor there. She did ache to stay, to be around a family for a bit longer. Around Wally in a situation that didn't have to do with either of their jobs.

The smile on her face got wider as she watched Wally with the toddler. ❝ It looks like you have your hands full as well. ❞ The thought of having to inherit his bracelets made her shake her head at his dramatics. ❝ It’s a good thing that you have two arms then, huh? Unless that ferocious toddler there has quite the appetite, I’ll just slip them onto your other hand, problem solved.❞ But she didn’t mention the red one that was still on her wrist, which she had long forgotten trying to give it back at this point.

She tried to stand up but Orion was no help as he clung harder to her neck and weighed her down. This was not something she had ever been prepared for. With a sigh, she wrapped her left arm around the toddler and asked Wally. ❝ Think you can give me a hand up ? Not sure I won’t be able to do it without knocking us both over. ❞

[mattmurdocksdumpy]

𝓓𝓸𝓾𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓷-

𝕎𝕒𝕣����𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: nsfw religion mention, oral (f receiving), p in v, unprotected seggs ( wrap it up kids), little bit of aftercare, publicish at times? Praise kink, soft dom Matty

smut, 18+ only please <3

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You moaned as he pushed you roughly against the wall, his brief case falling from your fingertips and crashing against the hardwood floors of his apartment.

You grabbed at his tie, pulling him impossibly closer to you as his mouth engulfed yours.

This had all started just before he went into the courtroom, when his  fingers drifted a little too low to your ass, feeling the lack of elastic underwear against your hips. It was a surprise meant for later, when you both had returned home from court. But Matthew never liked surprises very much, and you cursed him for always having a good gut instinct.

"Sweetheart.. how am I going to act professional now ?" He half joked, but there was an edge of sincerity there.

"Win the case, and you might get lucky" you responded, kissing his cheek before leaving to find your place at the back of the room, leaving Matt standing at the small desk prepared for the attorneys as people filed into the room for the hearing. He chuckled and took a sip of his water , his hands resting on his hips.

For the next two hours you watched in awe as your boyfriend argued his way through his case, making his points as clear as water and evidently winning the case.

You sipped at your water as he failed miserably at covering up his smug smirk. Foggy hugged him, but he was distracted. His head tilted slightly before turning his head, making sure you could see his smirk. He knew from your heartbeat you had seen him, and he knew from your heartbeat that you knew what was going to happen the minute you both entered his apartment. 

And here you both were, his hands pinning yours above your head as he feverishly kissed your neck, nipping randomly and leaving red marks all over your neck.

"m-Matt take it easy" you mumbled, head thrown back as you struggled to avoid from moaning. "I've got - shit- I've got an appointment with a client tomorrow"

"yeah. I know. It's that guy that layers on that tacky dollar store cologne everytime he has an appointment with you" he growled, before sucking a spot above your collarbone. His hips began rutting into yours, earning a groan from his throat.

"Oh my god- are you jealous?" You asked, smiling slightly at the idea. He immediately moved his lips from your collarbone to your lips when you said this, aggressively kissing your lips with passion and desire .

"Unbelievably so-" he chuckled, before pulling at your blouse, tugging it open so the buttons at the top flew off and landed somewhere on the floor. His hips rolled against yours as he kissed your shoulders and neck, alternating between sucking and kissing, littering red and purple bruises all over. You panted at his hunger, your back shoved against the wall.

His large hand fumbled as he struggled to find the clasp at the back of your bra. He was getting progressively more possessive as he groaned.

"it's.. it's a front clasp- thought it would be easier for you going forwards" you muttered. His blank gaze told you a thousand words, even with his eyes unseeing.

"I love you so much" he chuckled, before finding the front clasp causing the lacy fabric to pool into his hands. He threw it to the floor and smirked, before continuing his kisses against your jaw. His cold fingers cupped your tits.

He grabbed the buds in-between his icy cold fingers and twisted slightly, causing your hips to gyrate faster against his. His hard bulge made repetitive contact with your hip as he rutted into you. You hissed from the coldness of his fingertips.

He smirked against your lips, before kneeling down in front of you. you glanced down at the man who now sat perched up on his knees. He feverishly pushed your skirt up, kissing your thighs as you spread them slightly, leaning against the wall.

Matt Murdock was completely different when he was with you. He didn't have to hold back, or tone down how he felt. He could just be himself.

Which was probably why he was positioned between your thighs, eating you out with such passion and grace. His veiny hands were positioned on the inside of your thighs, holding them open.

He placed passionate kitten licks to your clit, causing your thighs to jerk slightly at the intense stimulation. Matt Murdock was never one to half ass something. If he did something, he went all in. And this was no exception.

You moaned as one of his hands moved to your slit, before diligently  slipping a single finger into you. He grinned against your clit at your reaction, his silver wedding ring cold against your walls. Your hands traveled to his soft brown hair, holding onto it. You gyrated your hips against him, which encouraged him. He kept pumping in his digit at a decimating pace, moving it slowly, but making sure to hit your sweet spot with every stroke. You felt your orgasm rippling throughout you, and he obviously noticed your heartrate, because without saying a single word, he slipped a second digit into you, and began focusing completely on your clit, kissing it with desire. Your breaths were fast and shallow as you felt yourself being tipped over the edge. You pulled on his hair slightly, earning a groan from him. "Such a good girl coming for me .." he mumbled against you. Your post orgasm haze began to settle in like a dense fog, and your mindlessly blank.  He planted a fleeting kiss to your clit, before beginning to kiss your thighs as he waited for the dense post orgasm fog to lift.

You glanced down at him, your hands still tangled on his brunette hair.  His blank stare situated somewhere on the ceiling, his red glasses sitting next to his thigh as he sat on his knees. His lips were tainted crimson, showing evidence of your sinful acts. His fingers glistened with your slick. His cheeks were flushed. He looked like an angel, in the most fucked up way.

"You- you look so pretty like this" you mumbled. He raised an eyebrow and chuckled softly.

"Sweetheart.. you just like seeing me on my knees." He chuckled. "It's that orgasm haze..."

"Mm.. nah. I think you're just pretty" you mumbled, drunk on pleasure. "But seeing you on your knees is definitely a plus.. especially with what it comes with"

He laughed softly, before picking up his glasses and slipping them back on. He stood up, his body towering yours due to his height.

His hand cupped the side of your face, before kissing you. His hand from your jaw to your neck, nestling against your pulse point and squeezing slightly. You moaned into the kiss.

He smiled and pulled away from the kiss, leaning his forehead against yours. You let out a deep , shaky breath.

"Y'know.. if I wanted too I could tease you for hours.. since that's what you did to me today. " he chuckled darkly. You whimpered at his words.

"No.. don't worry sweetheart.. I've got other plans. " he smiled, before kissing you again. Your hand traveled down beneath the two of you, unbuttoning his pants so they pooled at his feet, before finding the soft cotton of his briefs and gently palming him through them. He hissed into the kiss.

Your hand slid under the cotton, before finding his cock. It was thick, and longer than average. Your hand wrapped around it, gently massaging the tip.

He moaned at the contact, bucking his hips. He kicked off his pants and quickly tugged down his briefs, throwing them to the side as well. Your naked chest rested against his shirt. One of his hands remained on your neck, his thumb resting over your pulse point, while his other hand held your hip.

"Do you know how hard it was to do my job when I know my wife is sitting at the back of the room, without any panties ? How hard it is to hide a boner in a court room while wearing exceptionally tight dress pants?" He grunted. You panted as your arms wrapped around his neck. His hand on your hip disappeared as he felt around your cunt, and then aligned himself up with your entrance.

"I'm guessing pretty hard-?" You chuckled, which was met with a sharp thrust of his hips, his cock slipping into you. You yelled as his hand lifted one of your legs to wrap over his hip.

His movements were painfully slow, but deep and forceful. "You. Have. No. Idea." He grunted, thrusting with every break between words.

You buried your neck into his, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, taking in his cologne. "Please Matty.. I'm not porcelain " you mumbled, whimpering softly, as his grip on your leg tightened, sure to leave bruises.

"You want me to go faster? Hm? Does angel want to be pounded?" He chuckled darkly. "I won my case, meaning I'm in control"

" oh my fucking god-" you muttered under your breath.

His head cocked to the side as his hips slammed deep into yours. You immediately regretted what you had just said, as his grip on your neck got tighter.

"Oh Sweetheart.. Blasphemy is a sin.. " he whispered, before beginning to move his hips faster. You gasped as his head fell to the crook of your neck as he relentlessly pounded into you. He muffled his moans by nuzzling into your neck, knowing that if he didn't make an effort to muffle them, the neighbors would be less than pleased.

"Fuck you're so wet~ taking me so well huh?" He chuckled breathlessly, his chest rising and falling as he continued his decimating pace. His hand on your throat slightly restricted your airflow, but you knew even without his hand there you wouldn't be able to say a word, lost in the building pressure. All you could do was hum, knowing it was more affirmative than a nod for him, as he could feel the slight vibration against his fingers.

"All I was thinking about while Foggy was giving the closing statement was how I was going to fuckin ruin you when we got home~ " He grunted, leaning his forehead against yours, his hips slamming roughly against yours.

You whimpered as he kissed you roughly, his hand parting from your throat and trailing down to your clit.

You gasped when his two digits briefly dipped into you, before dragging your slick up to your clit. Your arms wrapped around his neck impossibly tighter, as he continued pounding on you, hitting that spot every single time. His fingers began circling your clit.

"I'm gonna make you cum, mkay? You gonna be a good girl and cum for me in a minute?" He asked, the light from the billboard shining off his red tinted glasses. You muttered a quiet yes, one of your hands moving from his neck up to the back of his head, pulling slightly at the soft curls. He groaned, his hand beginning to move quicker, his fingers massaging over your sensitive bud. If his hips hadn't pinned you to the wall, you would've been on the floor, your knee feeling weak as you felt yourself coming close to your release. He smiled as you moaned into the kiss, listening to your heartbeat quicken as you fell closer and closer to your release. He felt his cock twitch with anticipation.

His fingers massaged your clit with just the right amount of pressure. Your vision went fuzzy, your heart hammering in your throat.

"'Matty- I'm gonna cum-" you muttered out, your forehead leaning against his. He smiled as his lips ran over his bottom lip, his hips still snapping relentlessly against yours.

"Come on sweetheart.. be a good girl and cum on my cock" he chuckled darkly, panting as his fingers continued their assault on your clit. You weakly nodded, before moaning loudly, your orgasm rippling through your body. He moaned loudly as he felt you walls clench around him, your thighs shaking from the aftershock. He whimpered, before cumming, the hot liquid filling you up. He moaned as he remained in you, every aftershock from your orgasm giving him that smallest big of overstimulation at his tip. He smiled as you fell against him, his strong arms wrapping around you to secure you against him.

"Attagirl.. I've got you.. you did so good sweetheart.. so good" he panted, before kissing your lips gently.

He kissed you like you were made out of porcelain, after fucking you relentlessly against his apartment wall.

Wouldn't be the first time, and certainly wouldn't be the last.

Your knees buckled from exhaustion, but he kept you close, holding you up into his chest. You nuzzled into his neck, before wrapping your legs around his waist. He smiled, placing a kiss to your forehead as he wandered over to his couch, placing you down gently onto the sofa. You closed your eyes as you felt his cum begin to drip onto your thigh, smiling at the thought of him marking you as his, the hickeys turning from red to purple on your neck.

You felt his hands gently pry your legs open, slipping a towel underneath you, and gently wiping away some of the cum with a lukewarm cloth. Your thighs twitched from the slightest touch.

"Sorry sweetheart.. just helping clean up" he mumbled, before handing you his shirt. You smiled as you looked at him, already wearing some grey sweats, his red glasses neatly placed on the coffee table. You slipped on the cotton material, patting the space on the couch next to you. He smiled before sitting next to you. You leant against his side, feeling his cum continue to drip onto the towel beneath you. He wrapped an arm around you, placing an affectionate kiss to your forehead.

"You did so good love.." he whispered sweetly. You held his hand, glancing at his wedding ring.

"Was nice being called Mrs Murdock today.. Y'know it's the first formal outing- first time hearing it" you smiled.

"Mm really ? Must admit it was pretty satisfying to hear my wife being introduced with my last name.. f/n Murdock. It's got a nice ring to it"he chuckled.

His hand fidgeted with the ring situated on your finger, the gem glinted in the billboard light.

"And it's gonna be even more satisfying knowing that client of yours is gonna be let down by finding out you're a married woman"

"I think he's gonna find out the minute he sees my neck"  you chuckled.

Matt burst out laughing, before bringing your hand up to his lips and kissing it gently, before bringing it back down to his lap and holding it close.

"Maybe I should win cases more often" he smirked.

You rolled your eyes.

"Smug bastard"

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[garussy]

I have a headcanon that all the kids in camp half blood and Jupiter have something about themselves besides the add, adhd, dyslexia.

They all have some kind of condition.

Like they don’t have bridges in their feet or they are double jointed in weird places.

The all have either straight or hooked noses because I love those noses and they deserve more love.

Just children of Aphrodite who don’t have stereotypical beauty features like big noses or moles.

Also like Hermes kids being super fast but not agile.

They run around camp a lot and occasionally you will just hear a THUD and some poor Hermes kid walking to Will because they ran face first into a wall and hit their nose.

They have little jokes and slang that is funny to THEM but if they go back to school and try and tell the same joke or use the slang they will just get silence.

A lot of them grow a bunch of body hair and some of them don’t want to spend the time shaving every other day.

The kids that have experienced the modern world and have played sims will talk sim language to eachother in front of kids who have been at camp their whole lives and claim they are bilingual when asked about it.

A lot of kids of Apollo have vitiligo and when Apollo becomes Lester he affectionately calls them “little sunspots”.

Hecate kids constantly talk trash about Harry Potter and how inaccurate the magic is.

If the kids that go home after summer have a birthday during the school year Chiron will schedule a birthday for them during summer so they can celebrate at camp.

There was a time where the gods were getting sent hate mail directed towards “you know who you are” and it took them a while to realize it was Sally Jackson but they couldn’t do anything about it because they didn’t want to anger Percy.

Percy has a lazy eye specifically the kind that turns his eye in a little.

A lot of the campers had baby faces and the campers that grew out of the baby face absolutely HATE old pictures of them.

Annabeth has a big nose that’s a little crooked from getting punched during capture the flag.

Clarisse has a soft spot for Aphrodite and Hephaestus kids after what happened to Charlie and Silena.

Percy also has a little soft spot for Hephaestus kids.

Annabeth has a soft spot for Hermes kids.

Annabeth will 100% be disappointed if some Hermes kids did something but if someone came up to her and asked “did you see some Hermes kids run by with a bunch of paint” she would say no even though she did.

Leo eats tomatoes like apples and everyone cringes at it.

Harley went through a biting phase and most conversations would go like this:

Camper: aw! He’s kissing your cheek!

Victim, who is holding Harley: he’s so cute!

Leo, frantically trying to catch up: NO HE’S NOT!

Victim, who just got bit on the cheek by Harley: aaaaaAaaAAaAAAAAHHHHH!!

Based on a a true story of what my cousin did to me when I was a baby :)

Percy sounds like a dying whale when he sings but Annabeth sounds pretty good.

Annabeth and Percy have a mini army of kids that are all just clones of Annabeth and Percy loves it.

Percy would change is name to Chase-Jackson or Jackson-Chase but mainly go by Mr. Chase so when they go to fancy events and people go up to Percy like “oh Mr. Chase your architect work is wonderful!” He can just say “sorry you mean my WIFE!”.

And Annabeth uses the signature “Chase” just so they can do that.

Percy had massive hands even as a kid.

So did Leo.

These two are like big foot but for hands.

When walking Percy, Annabeth, and Grover will hold onto eachother in some way.

If Annabeth constantly spews architect facts then Percy constantly spews ocean animal facts.

Leo relates to Beastboy from Teen Titans on a personal level.

Apollo’s three canon kids once got into an argument because “you couldn’t dream of doing what I do!” So Will tried music, Austin tried archery, and Kayla tried medicine.

It was a nightmare.

Percy’s favorite movie as a kid was Cheaper by the Dozen and he always dreamed of having a bunch of siblings so when he got to camp and saw that all the other cabins had a bunch of kids he was so excited and it lasted three seconds before realizing he was the only Poseidon kid until Tyson came along.

Leo has had a crush on everyone in the Argo II crew and the crushes lasted from 3 days to several months.

Demeter kids are jealous that Percy can talk to pegasi and will try to whisper to the pegasi but they don’t answer.

Also Piper giving of pick me vibes is not it.

Instead I believe she goes out of her way to support her more feminine siblings even if it’s not her thing.

Piper and Jason also hated Leo’s relationship with Calypso.

Piper also fought Calypso after she insulted Leo and Piper won.

[erodasfishtacos]

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The Doctor’s Office

Aubrey couldn’t believe her eyes as she sat in her uncomfortable, too small chair in the empty waiting room at the OBGYN office in the early hours of the morning. 

She was sitting alone with her baby boy sitting in his carrier on the floor - it was his nine month checkup and it was taking forever to be seen.

The woman was sitting, scrolling on her phone when out of her peripheral she saw an extremely - like extremely handsome man step into the area with a carrier.

Aubrey was a married woman but holy shit this guy was hot- without even trying is the thing. 

He had on a New York Yankees Nike hoodie and a pair of Nike athletic shorts with some calf length Blake Nike socks and trainers.

In the carrier was a fresh little baby, couldn’t be older than three months who was bundled up with a sunflower headband on.

The man was multitasking with a curly haired toddler on his other hip as he finds a seat a little bit down from Aubrey on the opposite side.

His wife was standing up at the check-in and of course it made sense that she was absolutely beautiful as well even though Aubrey could relate to how tired she looked.

The woman still had a small bit of her pregnancy bump left signifying that the baby was indeed very very new to the world.

She keeps glancing over at the man, he looks so familiar but she would remember if she had even met someone that handsome.

Then the context clues hit her, his hoodie, his toddler son was also in a little Yankees hoodie that matched his fathers and Aubrey googled quickly.

Her eyes flitted throughout the recent articles.

Styles’ Alleged $65 Million Dollar Bonus

Hot Head Harry Styles - how he managed to start three bench clearing brawls in one game!

Breaking Records and Bats - Styles manages to break his own record in the same season followed by breaking a bat in celebration

Holy shit.

She could help but watch them - this was much more interesting than reading a magazine.

Aubrey didn’t follow baseball but Harry had turned celebrity status and was this well known cocky dickhead to the media - women and men loved and drooled over him for his looks and his skills.

Right now, he sat down with his two babies - the boy looked exactly like Harry, it was quite unbelievable from the curly locks to mossy green eyes that was copy and paste.

Harry was currently tucking an applesauce pouch between his lips and guiding the boy's small hands to hold it for himself.

“Good job,  ,” He murmurs in the dead quiet waiting room as he tucks him further into the crook of his arm.

Harry looks up to his wife who joins them, she is a bit in awe when Aubrey sees him palm a bit at her bloated belly and whisper, “Y’look gorgeous today, mama.”

Aubrey couldn’t help but frown, she wished her husband did that.

YN sits down, leaning her head on his shoulder - Aubrey didn’t know her but she seems tired - of course she was a new mother.

The silence is broken when a nurse comes out and with an apologetic face says, “I’m sorry, we are running really behind today. It might be another thirty minutes,” before shutting the door again.

Harry kisses his wife’s forehead before wrapping his unoccupied arm around her shoulder, a flashing gold band on his ring finger.

Aubrey zones off for a little when her son wakes up, rocking the carrier a few times before he settles again.

She’s brought back to the couple when she hears a sniffle comes from Harry’s wife and his face turned towards hers, hand rubbing her shoulder reassuringly.

“Mama, she’s so healthy. There’s nothin’ to worry about, did a perfect job growing her in y’belly. I know these check-ups make you anxious but nothin’ is gonna be wrong,” He soothes, a near whisper because of how quiet the room is and he didn’t want to disrupt.

“I just don’t know if she’s been getting enough milk, it’s so hard to tell,” YN replies sadly, like she’s disappointed in herself.

“Y’kidding me? She’s our chunkiest baby - look at those little rolls. She’s on y’tits more than any of the boys including me,” He jokes softly, obviously trying to make her feel better.

It seems to work a little bit because she lets out a light giggle with a roll of her eyes, “No one is on them more than you.”

Harry shrugs unashamed before replying seriously, “Everything will be okay. She’s perfect and healthy.”

The curly haired little boy gets a bit squirmy with the wait after he finished his pouch, asking to be set down which his father does.

Harry is watching him carefully, his nervous but still adventurous little two and a half year old, as he toddles around the waiting room.

When he spots Aubrey and her carrier, he wanders over looking up her with wide curious eyes, he points at her son and squeaks, “Baby?”

Ever the diligent father, Harry is up and next to his son, Aubrey is a bit starstruck if she’s honest when he talks to her.

“M’sorry, he’s a curious little one,” Harry smiles at her, going to pick Ezra back up to guide him away from bothering her.

Aubrey waves her hand though, lifting the visor to show the sleeping baby, “Yeah, he’s a baby. That’s Dominic.”

The boy gazes at the baby before lisping, “Bry!”

Aubrey isn’t sure what he means but his father clarifies, “You’re right, Dominic is a baby just like your little sister Briar.”

“Okay,” Ezra shrugs and goes back to his mom to inform him of what he just discovered before crawling up and cuddling into her chest.

Harry nods, “Thanks for indulging him.”

“No pro-problem,” She stutters like an idiot and Harry smiles a bit like he knows but doesn’t say anything else before going back to his family.

A few minutes later when a high-pitched cry resounds through the room, Harry is carefully cradling his daughter who Aubrey notes looks nothing like him but like her mother even though her features were still so little.

“Shush, darlin’,” Harry coos with a soft drawl, leaning in to kiss at the newborn’s button nose.

Briar roots at her father’s chest, smacking her plump lips, and squeaking in frustration when she doesn’t find a nipple. It makes Harry chuckle before he glances at his wife and his smile falters a bit, “Sweetheart, did y’bring a bottle?”

Aubrey watches his wife shake her head, she is facing away from her so she can’t see her expression but gauging Harry’s it seems that she may be upset, “No, I completely forgot. I didn’t bring my nursing blanket either - I’m going to have to go the bathroom. M’being such a bad mom.”

The observer feels a pang in her chest, she can definitely relate to not always feeling like she is a good mother because of little mistakes she makes like forgetting diapers, buying the wrong formula, forgetting to bring a pacifier.

“Hey,” Harry’s voice is firm, “Y’not going to talk like that when s’the farthest thing from the truth. S’okay, we have four babies, we’re both goin’ t’forget things sometimes, okay? Here, let me help you.”

Aubrey wishes she had a husband who was as empowering, supportive of his wife.

He hands the whimpering baby over to his wife, he’s then tugging off his hoodie. Aubrey tries but fails to divert her eyes when his shirt rides up revealing  a glimpse of his taut abdomen and a light dusting of hair leading into his shorts, obscene tattoos covering his hipbones .

Harry maneuvers the hoodie over his wife’s shoulder, helping her tug down her loose shirt and nursing bra, and guiding his newborn to his wife’s breast until she latches and starts suckling hungrily.

“There y’go mama,” He whispers encouragingly before tugging Ezra back onto his lap to rock him a bit as he’s getting whiny - ready for a nap soon and not liking being in an unfamiliar place for too long.

-

Aubrey is buckling Dominic into his carseat when she spots the other family exiting the office. 

Harry’s wife looks much more relaxed, a smile on her face, and her arm tucked around her husband’s narrow hip, they’re parked close to each other, and Aubrey climbs into her small sedan - blasting the aircon.

She watches the parents strapp their kids into a massive, tinted and brand new cadillac escalade that was no doubt over a hundred thousand dollar car but who could expect them to be driving around a mid-level minivan?

After the kids are secured and they close the doors, Harry presses his wife up against it with his arm resting over her shoulder against the window. He is whispering to her, their mouths close before he ducks down to connect their lips.

His hand comes back to her deflating baby bump like he did in the doctor’s office, hand massaging the skin with adoration that was visible even to Aubrey as she sat in her car watching them.

Later on in the week, as she sits on her couch, a video pops up on her timeline. It’s a sports report she was about to skip until the name caught her attention. 

The sports reporter stated, “Harry Styles was fined an alleged sixty thousand dollars at last night’s game after getting into a verbal altercation when the second base man purposely tripped him.”

It flashes to the man she just saw in the doctor’s office in a form-fitting Yankee’s blue and white striped uniform with a helmet on as he ran at an impressive speed from first to second, stumbling when the baseman put out his foot.

Harry recovers quickly enough to touch the base to be considered safe. 

After that though, he’s pushing himself up and brushing off the dirt, then he’s charging towards the man who fucked up the play. 

He has no fear as he gets in the man’s face, veins on his neck standing out as he shouts. They don’t play the audio but you could tell Harry was cussing this man up and down.

It flashed back to the reporter speaking to another, “Nearly every team in the league reports that Styles is an absolute nightmare to play against from his skill to his downright arrogant and cocky attitude. He’s not someone I’d find myself wanting to hang around.”

“I agree with you there, Tucker. He has a right to be proud with all of his broken records and achievements but being a bit humble would do this man so good. I feel sorry for his wife and kids. He probably just spends all day bragging about himself.”

Aubrey clicks off the video, if only everyone in the world just saw the Harry Styles she saw just a few days ago - well they’d all change their minds on what kind of person he is. Especially what kind of husband and father.

--

The Charity Event

It was a charity event at Madison Square Garden in Time Square. 

It was for all Major League Baseball teams who had qualified for the playoffs and of course, The New York Yankees were there.

There were tables filling the whole stadium, extravagant in white linen tablecloths, multiple bars, and it was black tie dress code. 

It was a private event and it was not open to the public but after the dinner there would be awards given out and that would be broadcasted.

Nicole was there with her husband, Trent, the left outfielder with an average batting score. He wasn’t the most popular on the team by far - well everyone got outshined by Styles. 

She couldn’t help but be a little bitter that Harry had gotten a $60 million dollar bonus (the biggest bonus ever gifted but also the Yankees were not taking any chances at losing their star and their ultimate money-maker). Trent got a measly bonus of $100,000 which was nothing in baseball terms. 

The wives and girlfriends of the Yankees players did not like YN one bit. It really wasn’t fair because she was always lovely, kind, and friendly. It didn’t matter because they were all spurred on by jealousy of what she had.

Nicole couldn’t help by gaze at Harry as they sat at the same circle table towards the podium where the awards would be presented after dinner. He was in a sharp all black suit with a small team logo pin of the lapel.

She couldn’t deny how stunning YN looked in an absolutely stunning dress. It was a one-shoulder with sparkling black stripes against a tan background, it fit like a glove and accentuated her stunning legs with a high slit. ***

It blew Nicole’s basic black Gucci dress out of the water which made her even more infuriated at the woman. She knew she was being irrational and if she hated her so much, why couldn’t see stop staring at the couple?

Nicole could get away with it by looking past them at other tables but to be quite honest, the two were much too wrapped up in each other to be aware of any of their surroundings or people watching them.

Trent was off bullshitting with all the other players while the Styles’ sat at the table and Harry waited for people to approach him - like the cocky asshole that he was. He would give them a minute of his time before becoming visibly bored and returning his attention back to his wife.

As the appetizers arrived, Trent finally sat down with a grunt, giving his wife literally no attention as he dug into the salad like a slob. 

Across the table, Harry looked down at his plate, picked out all the tomatoes and stabbed them with his fork. He then brought his hand over to his wife who giggled and let him feed her the three little tomatoes for his salad.

“Don’t like tomatoes, Styles?” Henry, third-baseman, jokes as he watches him feed his wife without any shame.

“I love ‘em, m’missus just really like the little grape ones,” Harry shrugs casually - like that didn’t just sound like the most whipped thing that he could say.

Trent probably couldn’t even guess Nicole’s favorite color - let alone know something so minuscule like YN like the little tomatoes that come on house salads. 

Throughout the whole dinner, it was quite disgusting how infatuated these two were with each other - Harry had at least one hand on her body at one time - her thigh, shoulder, even cupping her neck in a way that was almost too intimate for the setting.

At one point, Harry notices that YN is a bit quiet - sipping on her glass of water and he pulls back from the conversation, murmuring, “Y’alright, mama?”

Nicole bites her lip hard at the cute pet name, feeling even more dislike towards YN - why couldn’t she have had someone like Harry?

“D’you think the babies are okay? Ezra’s been so anxious lately,” YN replies quietly, there were no phones allowed at the event and had to be left at home or at the door.

Harry kisses her temple, “Y’know Ezzie is good with m’mum, doesn’t get as anxious as he used to at sleepovers. Y’know East and Cash are probably on a sugar high.”

YN nods, agreeing and Harry jumps right back into the conversation but she notices that he keeps looking over at his wife to check on her.

Trent accidentally knocks her elbow hard and just grunts out a bland, “Sorry.”

The topic changed to traveling for games. Ellie, another wife of a player who was nice to YN were chatting about how stressful it is.

“I know, loading all three boys up is rough when we do decide to travel to games with H,” YN says to Ellie, a small smile on her face.

“Ugh, I know. Lily and Parker are the worst flyers! They usually end up throwing up or not being able to nap at all,” Ellie groans about her two little ones she has back at home.

YN let’s out a laugh that just irked Nicole to not end.

“It's going to be even harder when we have more kids,” YN laments like she’s bothered.

“Oh? More kids?” Ellie squeaks with excitement, clapping her hands together.

Nicole reaches a breaking point, jumping into the chat,“Really? More kids? Don’t you think you should focus on the ones you have? Or do you think because your husband makes an unfair amount of money, you can just have as many as you want? Hire nannies and act like you take care of them?”

Before YN frowns, about to respond when Harry interjects with a booming, displeased voice, “First off, why don’t y’mind your own fuckin’ business. My wife and I can ‘ave any many kids as we want, last time I checked.”

He continues with tense posture, all of his previous calmness disappears, “Second off, don’t take it out on my wife tha’ your husband got a shit bonus, we all know tha’ why y’pissy. And don’t act like y’dont have a nanny for your one kid while we don’t nor ever will have one.”

Nicole sneers, “You’re a cocky bastard.”

Harry smiles in faux charm, “Of course I am, dear. I’ve got a fucking beautiful wife, three healthy babies, the most records broken in history, and the fattest bank account in this room.”

“Alright, alright,” Trent interrupts and it doesn’t go unnoticed that he doesn’t defend his wife. Instead he shoots Harry an apologetic look for his wife’s behaviors.

Harry just scoffs at the couple, rudely rolling his eyes, and tugging his wife in for a kiss that’s a bit too intense but he can’t help himself, smiles against her lips when his wife pinches his thigh playfully.

He says (not quietly at all), “All these women are jealous of you, hm? S’cause you’re so beautiful and such a fuckin’ catch.”

Nicole feel a sharp pang in her chest at the indirect comment - fucking asshole.

Deep down, Nicole is unfavorably realizing that somehow YN has it all - a loving husband, who is seemingly head over heels four her, three well-behaved children, and everything she could ever want - sitting on Harry’s $600 million dollar net worth, on top of being gorgeous.

She didn’t have that. Trent and her were on the rocks constantly, has definitely cheated on her, their kid is a literal nightmare, and they’re both so reckless with money they have no savings.

It made her jealous to see Harry whispering in YN ear to make her giggle- lips brushing her ear, his hand splayed across her bumcheek while they waited for drinks at the bar, she even hears them murmur ‘I love yous’ at least twice.

Then the lights dim, spotlight on a podium in the front of the room, an older man in a crisp navy suit taking the stage.

“It is an honor for me to announce ‘Player of the Year.’ The decision by the board of Major League Baseball wasn’t a hard one. The statistics and records broke continuously by the man has led us to only one option.”

Everyone watches all the other players in room deflate a bit because they realize the award is going to Harry yet again.

 “He is again breaking a record tonight, he is the first player to earn this achievement four years in a row. The duality of this man when it comes to pitching a curveball or hitting a homer is truly remarkable.”

It makes all the players even more irritated than they already are when they look over at Harry who’s sitting back, manspreading, hand on the back of his wife’s neck gently, and a cocky, unbothered grin.

Like this award wasn’t the biggest accomplishment he could earn.

One of the players from an opposing team at a different table mutters to one of his teammates, “Fucking arrogant asshole. The only thing this award does is feed his gigantic ego.” 

“Such a douchebag,” The other agrees, jealousy tinges his voice.

“I’ve most likely made it obvious who the the recipient is this year. The New York Yankees pitcher with the most strikeouts to date and top-scoring hitter - Mr. Harry Styles!”

The crowd erupts in applause, whistles, and a standing ovation because despite his unsavory demeanor - no one could deny he was a legend.

Before he gets up, Nicole watches as he cups his wife’s cheek - locking her lips in a kiss before she has to give him a playful shove when he tries to slip some tongue.

When Harry gets up to the stage, he shakes the hand of the announcer and takes the award from him, setting it on the podium.

“Fourth year in a row has a nice ring to it,” Harry gives the crowd a dazzling white smile that have his dimples digging into his cheek.

The crowd whistles and coos.

Nicole notices YN getting teary-eyed as she watches her husband accept the award.

“I want t’thank a few people tonight. I want t’thank m’wife and the mama of my babies - YN. She’s supported me from when I was in college with no other career path but baseball, unsure of if I’d fail or not, she stuck through it.”

She can sense everyone’s eyes dart over to YN who is still staring up at her husband - who is giving her a gleaming smile right back.

“We’ve been through some really hard obstacles in our first years as a couple but she’s the reason for all this - the fact that she always believed in me when I didn’t believe in myself.”

The audience is respectful, quiet as he publicly tells a story of his deep love for his wife.

“I want t’thank m’three babies. Easton, Cash, and Ezra. They inspire me to be a better better man and a good role model - even though I think y’all agree they won’t be if they watch too much how I play when I’m out in the field.”

The crowd erupts in laughter at Harry poking fun at his own antics that he’s most famous for. He goes on to thank the team, coaches, Nike, everyone on the professional side of career.

When he’s done, everyone stands back up to congratulate him, patting him on the back as he returns to his seat.

Nicole watches as Harry sits back down, chuckling as he swipes a tear off his wife’s cheek, “Why y’crying, mama?”  

“I’m just so proud of you. Everything you do for me and our babies. The best husband, best daddy. My heart is just full,” She murmurs, clearly not meant for others to hear but Nicole was eavesdropping.

Harry’s eyes darken with something Nicole can’t identify but does notice his hand creeping a bit further up her thigh.

He leans into whisper something into her ear before she sees his lightly nip at her lobe before pulling back to join into the conversation.

-

After the lights come back up, Trent abandons her to go shoot the shit with other guys.

When she trails off to the bathroom, down a long hallway from the main area - she hears a rustling from behind a door labeled with a plaque that says ‘executive meeting room’.

Nicole pauses confused, all these offices and other rooms were strictly off limits during events obviously. She was confused to hear someone in a room that was not supposed to be in use.

Then she realizes it’s not just someone - it’s two people.

“S’good, sweetheart. Give it t’me so good.”

And she knows right then and there all she needs to know about who’s in that conference room and what they were doing.

“Be quiet, you’re being too loud,” YN scolds back, the walls were clearly thin because she could hear the exchange.

“Make y’cunt not feel like heaven then,” He remarks back, his voice slower and more soft than it would be in front of people.

God, Trent and her haven’t slept together in ages - let alone has spontaneous hookups or dirty talk like that ever.

When they all end up back at the table before the closing speech for the night, Nicole spots a nicely sized mark under Harry’s jaw that he’s wearing with pride.

YN had her lipstick wiped off and was much more clingy as the night rolled on which Harry seemed to thrive on.

As she and Trent are on their way home, Nicole speaks into their silence, “I don’t think our relationship is working.”

Not after she saw love and happiness at that event table tonight - she wanted that kind of love not settling for some cheating asshole.

-

The Little League Game

It was a cool autumn evening, it was an important game - if you could call it that for the little league team that Kayla had her son on.

The goal was to determine which team would move onto the playoffs, even though most of this was all in good fun because it was for eight-year-olds and it wasn’t serious.

Kayla couldn’t lie and say that she didn’t spend some of the time curiously gazing at the New York Yankees player who would come to watch his son play.

He wasn’t at every game due to his schedule but it seemed like he came to whatever ones he could with his wife and other three kids.

They had taken the bench on the bleachers right below her so she had an up close and personal view of the family when they’ve never sat this close before.

As the kids warmed up, Harry had his youngest son who looked to be about four sit next to him, squished between his dad and mom happily.

Their middle son was next to his mom on the other side, looking to be about six, and he was wriggling impatiently in his seat - eager to join the other kids in the jungle gym.

The baby girl who looked about a year and a half old didn’t look anything like her brothers - it was obvious that she was a spitting image of her mother (who was stunning).

She was curled up in her mom’s lap, asleep with her face squished against her mother’s chest - a pacifier suckling fiercely between her puffy lips.

“Mama, please,” The curly haired boy begs with greedy puppy dog eyes as he keeps glancing back to look at the other kids.

“You stay right where daddy and I can see you, yes?” YN murmurs, brushing back his unruly curls that where getting long, “And what are our rules?”

“Stay where you can see, don’t talk to strangers, and be nice to others,” He recites perfectly, Kayla was a bit blown away by his manners.

She watches baseball. It was hard to believe their children were so mild mannered when their father was the exact opposite - at least on the field.

Harry was rustling in the diaper bag for something as his son looked at him with wide, concerned eyes, “My baby, daddy.”

“I know, Ezzie. M’lookin’ f’your baby,” His father replies softly, the polar extreme of his normal brash, crude language that had a nasty tone like he couldn’t bother giving people the time of day.

“Daddy, please,” The youngest whines, his little hand grasping at his father’s tattooed wrist as he gets to his knees to help his dad look.

“Left inner pocket,” YN murmurs offhandedly as she makes sure Cash gets to the playground safely with his friends.

“Say ‘thanks mama’,” Harry coos to his son as he manages to tug out the baby doll and hand it to the awaiting little boy.

“Thanks mama,” He replies instantly with a gapped smile as he nuzzles right back into his father’s side as if he can’t get close enough.

“How are you feeling, Ezra?” His mother leans over to ask, keeping the baby close to her chest.

“M’happy, mama,” Ezra replies simply before starting to babble to himself as he plays with the babydoll.

Kayla watches Harry and YN swap a fond look at their son but she couldn’t help but wonder why they asked him that? He seemed fine so why did they feel the need to do that?

The game is going okay, Harry stands up to cheer and whistle when Easton hits a two-base hit but YN smacks his thigh and motions to their sleeping baby.

He looks at her sheepishly before sitting back down, kissing her cheek in apology, and peeking down into the fleece blanket to watch his daughter sleep for a moment.

Then it seems like Easton starts to lose momentum after he pitches two home-runs, his face pinched in disappointment as the other team scores but Harry is attempting to keep him motivated with encouraging shouts.

Easton struggles from then on, he strikes out for his final three turns, doesn’t catch two pop-ups, and his pitches start to get a little shaky. It’s obvious in his facial expression he’s getting upset because he’s breathing heavier like he’s trying not to cry.

Kayla feels a sense of dread for the little boy, his father who’s the best baseball player in modern day history is watching his son not do well during an important game.

 Because of what she knows of him from his temper and attitude on the field - she worries that he’s one of those father’s who will hound their kid for doing poorly.

“Oh, c’mon East,” Harry murmurs softly when his son stumbles over a ground ball before another kid picks it up and throws it in - their son smacking his glove down against the ground in frustration.

“He’s getting himself worked up,” YN notes as she watches her oldest kick his cleats in the dirt with a quivering bottom lip.

“I know,” Harry replies to his wife, “Wish he wouldn’t, he’s gettin’ upset out there, I can tell.”

“Sad?” Ezra squeaks, clambering onto his father’s lap and stating, “Hold me, daddy.”

Harry obliges easily, gathering up his small son before his attention is directed back onto the game - it was down to the last few minutes and unfortunately Easton pitched a ball that resulted in a home run for the other team.

“Fuck,” Harry mutters, running a hand through his messy locks before he’s setting Ezra back down on the bleachers, “I’m going to go talk to him. Do you want to meet back home?”

YN nods, leaning down to tuck the baby into the double stroller before buckling Ezra in as well, “I’m going to go get Cash and head out. Why don’t you take him out for some ice cream? I love you.”

“I love you too, mama,” He replies, kissing her softly before kissing both of his kids foreheads and stepping down the bleachers - ignoring all the adults who are staring at him with a starstruck expression as he heads to the dugout.

It cleared out fast, nobody sticking around after the loss that ended with them not continuing on to the championship, and Easton was sat on the bench - he was stoic and there was a hard, angry expression on his face that reminded Kayla of what she saw Harry look like when he played.

As she gathers up her son and makes sure he’s got all of his equipment, Kayla stands and chats to a few of the moms before she’s heading to her car - which happened to be parked next to a sleek Masserati crossover, who would let their muddy kid go in there? Rich people, she guesses.***

Kayla pops the trunk to her van with her key as they get closer, she notices that Harry also has his up and Easton is sitting on the tailgate with his eyes looking down at the pavement. She tries not to appear as nosey or eavesdropping as she tucks her items into the back.

“Sweetheart, s’okay. Y’did so so good tonight,” Harry assures his pouty son, he squats down to start to untie his son’s nike cleats but continues to make eye contact with him. 

“No, I didn’t, Daddy!” Easton whines, tears finally starting to bubble over the surface as he begins to sob with a shuddering chest, “I gave up home runs and then I missed ground balls!”

“Whoa, bubby,” Harry simpers after he tugs off the shoes and throws them carelessly into the back before standing up, “Y’did amazing, are you kiddin’? You did three innings of strikeouts, hit two of y’own homeruns. Y’played like a professional, way better than daddy.”

Kayla’s heart aches a bit when she sees Harry sit down next to him before hugging him harshly into his side, thumbing at the tears that are running down his son’s sweaty cheeks with soft reassurances.

“Daddy, are you mad I didn’t win?” Easton asks shakily, keeping his head buried into his father’s side and his small hand clutching into the fabric of his hoodie.

Harry chuckles lowly, “Daddy would never be mad at you f’anythin’, definitely not a baseball game. Remember what mama and I said? If at any point y’want to stop playin’, just let us know and we can find something else, yeah? Just like how Ezzie does art classes.”

Easton seems to calm down after a few moments of Harry rocking him and reassuring him of what an amazing son he is.

As Kayla drove away that night, her perspective on the all-star baseball player definitely changed. It was refreshing to see someone to not hold their child to an unreasonable expectation just like she thought Harry would.

--

The Campfire

Austin was the shortstop on the baseball team, he’d brought along his girlfriend, Chelsea, to the frat party to celebrate another win.

Everyone was in whispers that Harry was bringing his new girlfriend but nobody knew who she actually was because it was just a rumor.

It was surprising because Harry wasn’t a relationship kind-of man. He wasn’t into hookups much - always said he needed to focus on baseball.

Many of his teammates were envious of how many girls were constantly coming up to Harry at parties to flirt and try to get a dance in but he had always rejected them.

Harry had never showed interest in any of these girls at the parties, never seen him disappear upstairs with one or really entertain a conversation over a beer like they’d expect.

Chelsea pokes his shoulder and nods towards the entrance when Harry walks in with his arm around YN’s shoulder.

Most were in a little shock because they seemed like such an unlikely couple - YN had written some scathing articles about him and it was no secret he hadn’t been a fan of her.

“Holy shit, Harry’s dating YN?” Chelsea whispers to Austin as the group of party-goers cheer and whistle at the allstars appearance.

“Guess so,” Austin replies with a shrug, tugging Chelsea into the kitchen for a drink.

Later on that night, there’s a bonfire on one side of the backyard and a volleyball net on the other where a group was gathering to play.

Austin and Chelsea are on the opposing team of Harry and YN - she can’t help but watch them with curiosity because of what a surprise it is that they’re dating.

Even Austin has been watching because Harry’s acting in a way that he’s never seen throughout his time on the team with him.

Harry is just all over YN which was confusing how he went from not being remotely interested in the college girls to being a lovestruck puppy.

When she throws the ball up to serve, Harry reaches over and pinches her bum which makes her squeak and accidentally drop the ball which has him cackling as she glares at him.

As they change positions, he crowds up behind her, and massages her hips, leaning down to murmuring something in her ear.

She blushes wildly before smacking him off which has him laughing hard and kissing the back of her head before taking his position.

After Harry jumps and spikes the ball hard, earning them the winning point, YN turns around and wraps her arms around him to hug him tightly.

Harry wraps his arms around her shoulders, returning the hug before pulling back to kiss her lips in a soft peck.

Chelsea elbows Austin, “Who’s that and what did they do with Harry?”

Austin shakes his head, “I really don’t fucking know.”

The group migrates over to the fire as they might become cooler and the stars are high up in the sky, the fire flickering orange and yellow crackles of sparks.

Harry plops into a chair, pulling YN right onto his lap, and she wriggles until she’s comfortable. Chelsea notices him tap her thigh as if telling her to cut it out, too much motion right on his crotch.

Jake, one of his teammates, says in a teasing tone, “YN, I’m surprised to see you around these parts . I clearly remember a strongly worded article about how stupid frat parties are.”

YN takes it in stride, smiling as she replies, “And this party just proves my point.”

The group laughs easily, they enjoy YN’s sharp wit and comebacks as they get to know her. Austin can’t help but to notice how quiet Harry is.

Normally, he’s the life of the party, loud and making his presence known to everyone but not tonight. He has his chin propped on her shoulder and she’s cuddled back into his chest.

Austin can’t make out what Harry is saying but he’s constantly whispering in her ear and accentuating each time with a squeeze to her thighs.

“Are you guys official?” One of the teammates asked bluntly, a few beers deep by this point in the night.

Harry replies instantly, a possessive squeeze, “She’s mine and off the market, s’don’t even think about it.”

“Well I don’t think it matters because she’s turned down the whole baseball team by this point. I think everyone tried to ask her out at least once,” Steve jokes as the others agree.

“Tha’s m’girl,” Harry murmurs to her before teasing his friends,“Who’d want to go out with any you? You’re all dickheads.”

Everyone continues to joke around, it’s nearing midnight and that’s right about when Harry gets in his prime - like the party just started.

But not tonight.

YN’s eyes start to flutter shut as everyone banters and drinks around the fire, obviously not used to these late night parties.

“I better get this one t’bed,” Harry states after a few minutes, thumbing at YN’s cheekbone as she tries to stay awake.

“I’m okay,” She mumbles weakly, head still heavy against his shoulder.

“You’re coming back though, right?” Kyle asks expectantly, brows furrowed.

Harry shakes his head, “Nah, m’in for the night when she is.”

All the players look at him with a bit of a dumbfounded look, Steve shooting out, “Who knew you’d be so pussy whipped, Styles?”

Chelsea’s eyebrows raise at the crude comment, waiting with bated breath as Harry’s jaw clenches as it seems like he’s biting his tongue.

“Goodnight,” Harry says in a tone Austin has never heard before - agitated and almost…offended.

When Austin and Chelsea are sneaking up to his room for a late night hook-up, she overhears Harry and YN in his bedroom.

At first, she thinks they’re in an actual argument but as she listens to them - it’s not the kind of arguement she thought it was.

“You’re always the little spoon,” YN groans from behind the closed door.

Harry squawks, affronted before huffing back at her, “S’my favorite, please spoon me, darling?”

“You’re so fucking spoiled,” YN giggles as Chelsea assumes they move into a position where Harry’s the little spoon.

“Mm, I like feelin’ y’tits against my back, s’nice,” Harry hums with a boyish tone.

Chelsea doesn’t even realize she’s smiling until Austin drags her from her stupor. 

All she knew was that Harry Styles really really fancied that school reporter.

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went to sleep just as you posted the wee hidden tags about max daniel and maps and then couldn't stop thinking about after they both retire, daniel buying max one of those scratch off maps where you can scratch it away when you've been to the place and them just travelling the world bit by bit ticking off all the places max has never been and in every place max has already done so much research that they never need a tour guide as max just relays fact after fact to daniel as they're wandering the streets of wherever they are and daniel is just content to listen to max and see how happy he is

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The map is hanging on their bedroom wall. It’s not really their bedroom, it’s Max’s bedroom, Max’s house, his signature on the property contract, but half of it is Daniel’s. It’s Daniel’s Harley Davinson leather jacket on the back of a chair, his hiking shoes wrapped in a cloth bag in the closet, his skinny jeans, his band t-shirts, his merch, carefully folded and sorted by collection, because Max always asks for some samples. It’s their unapologetically messy underwear drawer, one of Daniel’s acoustic guitars in the corner, Max’s Xbox, Max’s PlayStation, Daniel’s yoga mat, their weights, their squat rack, their helmets, mounted on the wall, next to pictures, so many pictures, a few of them framed, Max’s favorites: Daniel, the cats, the dogs, Max in Les Mans, the first kart he built for his nephew, his karting teams’ first podium, his mom, Daniel, Daniel on Sky, Daniel on Fox.

The kitchen is Daniel’s, because Max in an apron is just tragic, awful, an actual threat to their lives. He can flip a burger, though, if closely monitored, so Daniel banished him to barbecue duties, in the open space of the backyard, hose close, emergency services on speed dial. Max thinks ‘that’s fine’ and he ‘gets it’, but Daniel still catches him squinting at The Food Network sometimes, reading glasses slipping down his nose, that same focused look on his face.

Max tries, now, which is different.  

(He comes home from the circuit still in his race suit, smiling or frowning depending on whether or not the kids’ parents were allowed on track for morning practice, and he always looks a little surprised to see Daniel around. It hurts, it does, but Daniel knows it’s not about him, and there’s nothing he can do but stay. So he stays.)

Most of the furniture in the living room came with the house, except for the couch. Daniel bought the couch on a whim, didn’t really give it much thought. It’s the same couch he has back in his New York condo, and it’s a damn good couch. He had it delivered on a Thursday morning, because he knew they’d both be there, and he wanted to see how Max would react. Max signed the papers, thanked the delivery guys, watched their truck pull off the driveway, and didn’t say anything else. He kissed Daniel like Daniel had all but proposed, and pushed him down on the couch like it, too, and Daniel realized it could be really easy, really good, if they were both willing to try. And they were. They are. That’s always been the difference between Max and everybody else. He tries for Max. And Max tries for him, too.

They considered putting the map over the couch, but ultimately decided the bedroom was better. It’s a big brown map with a thick brown frame covered in sticky notes. Daniel got an ad for it while browsing google flights. Not exactly aesthetically pleasing. There are purple stains all over South America, from the time Max forgot he was eating blueberries before scratching off Bolivia, the start of a rip in the corner, from a fight neither of them can remember anymore (Daniel should really get some tape on that).

Their arrangement is simple: every place they visit, it’ll be for the first time, even if it isn’t. They’re not racing drivers anymore. They’re just tourists.

Osaka was a big hit. Daniel has a weird soft spot for Santa Fe. Max wishes they could’ve stayed in Cairo for longer. He lost his pretty little mind in Berlin. Berlin was fun. Max didn’t shut the fuck up in Berlin, not for a second, because Berlin used to be four Berlins, and there was a wall, Daniel, like in China, okay, no, not like China, no, no, nothing like China, what a stupid thing to say, remember when we were there I told you about the Silk Road—and Daniel doesn’t care about walls or history but he does care about Max, the gleam in his eyes, the wild gestures of the hand Daniel isn’t holding in his own.

Under the map there’s a shelf where Max keeps his dog eared travel guides, fliers, postcards, brochures, just worthless bullshit Daniel has to watch him cram into his poor Louis Vuitton in complete silence lest Max Verstappen be forced to leave behind a single piece of paper. It’s not even annoying. Daniel always wanted to travel the world, and he always thought he’d do it with friends. But all his friends got married, bought homes, had children, settled, while Daniel couldn’t, wouldn’t. When Max retired, texted him do you still miss me? and let’s have dinner, Daniel understood why.