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Prompt- Nyx tickles Rhys in front of all the hewn city members. (Rhys is very ticklish)

A Visit to Hewn City

Fluff//1565 words

“You are not taking our child to Hewn City. Absolutely not.” Feyre’s arms were crossed and she had an obstinate look in her eyes.

Rhys just smirked. “Fine. You can take him with you to your art classes.”

Feyre winced, likely remembering the last time that had happened. Nyx had gotten into a bucket of paint, smeared his hands all over the wall in a desperate attempt to get it off, then started crying. “I’ll stay home today.”

“I thought you were short-staffed.” Rhys knew exactly how this conversation would end from the sigh that escaped his mate’s lips.

“Can’t you go to Hewn City another day?” Feyre asked in a last-ditch attempt to keep her son away from there.

Rhys raised an eyebrow. “We’ve both already rescheduled the last few dates we were meant to go. Keir was annoyed enough as it is to hear that only one of us could come today.”

“We could get a babysitter—”

“Mor is off being our emissary. Cassian and Nesta are in the mountains. Azriel’s on a mission. All of our other friends are busy in some way. Do you trust our son with a stranger?”

Feyre squeezed her eyes shut. “I know you won’t let anything happen to him, I just don’t want Nyx in that environment.”

Rhys gaze softened. “I know, darling. I understand. If you really don’t want me to—”

“No,” Feyre cut him off. “I trust you.” She placed a hand on his shoulder and tried for a smile. “Just think of the look on Keir’s face when you show up with a baby. He only found out about Nyx during out last visit, yes?”

Rhys’ lips twitched. “Indeed. I imagine he’ll be rather surprised. And hopefully annoyed too. My dear uncle deserves a bit on trouble every now and then, don’t you think?”

Feyre grinned. “Absolutely. I need to go now.”

Rhys gave Feyre a peck on the cheek. “Have fun.”

Feyre returned the sentiment and winnowed away.

Rhys gathered Nyx in his arms, ready to head off to his meeting. And really, he was the most powerful high lord Prythian had ever seen. Only Feyre’s power rivaled his own. How hard would it be to keep a baby under control for a few hours?

—

As predicted, the look on Keir’s face was absolutely priceless. Rhys winnowed nearby, then strutted into the throne room with a baby in his arms. Of course a few residents of Hewn City dropped their goblets at the sight.

Keir, though… he looked absolutely enraged. The first glimpse of his distantly related grand-nephew did not seem to meet his standards.

Rhys just grinned at him and kept walking. Passing occupants of the Court of Nightmares, who were all scrambling to bow, seemed to please Nyx. He was reaching out of Rhys’ arms at everyone they walked by, excited to meet new people.

Rhys made it to the two thrones and took a seat in his own. Nyx settled on his lap, cooing.

“You brought the newborn,” Keir commented. His voice was strained.

Rhys just smiled. “I hope you don’t mind. Your High Lady is busy today. Subjects, may I present my son, Nyx.”

The whole room seemed to collectively take a breath, processing the situation. They clearly hadn’t been expecting a baby to appear in their domain.

Ignoring the silence, Rhys turned to Keir once more. “Any important updates?”

Keir was still frowning at Nyx. “Everything has been as it usually is. We only need to discuss how to calm down some residents who have gotten a bit worked up about some issue or other.”

Rhys, accustomed to the vague references to his people, wasn’t bothered by the lack of willingness to share. He was, however, bothered by the way Keir scowled at Nyx throughout this little speech. Even now, his eyes were on the baby who was currently pulling at Rhys’ hand.

“Do you have an issue with the presence of my child, Keir?” Rhys’ voice was icy.

Keir’s eyes snapped to Rhys. “He has wings.”

Trying to keep from throttling the male in front of his son, Rhys kept his tone even. He noticed the whole room tense at his words. “Does that matter?”

Keir frowned. “Being commanded by an Illyrian and his bastard Illyrian friends was bad enough. Now the child?”

Rhys wanted to use his power on the man. He’d done it before. Feyre had as well. But with Nyx there… absolutely not.

Instead, Rhys smiled. “I’m glad you’re pleased with him. Now go fetch some wine for me.”

Keir tensed, debating whether to argue, as he’d done many previous times. But something hard in Rhys’ eyes had the male scampering away.

Nyx seemed totally oblivious to the encounter. He gave his small wings a flap and scooted on Rhys’ lap. A string of babbled baby language left his mouth.

Rhys smiled fondly at the boy. “Hello, son.”

The entirety of Hewn City was watching their high lord coo at his baby, but Rhys paid them no mind. He wasn’t going to be cold and ruthless in front of Nyx.

Keir reappeared with the wine and Rhys took the goblet, not bothering to thank him. Then he dismissed Keir with a wave of the hand and went back to playing with his son.

—

Rhys wasn’t meant to be at Hewn City for long. After a couple of hours, Rhys had the small issue Keir had mentioned sorted out. He’d also entertained the court for as long as his lordly duties required.

Ready to leave, Rhys tried to scoop up Nyx, who had crawled over on Feyre’s empty throne. The baby managed to get Rhys back on his own seat and clung to his tunic, babbling.

“Now, Nyx, it’s time to leave,” Rhys said in a gentle voice, much of the court still watching curiously. They certainly had a very long attention span.

Nyx remained uncooperative. He tried to climb up Rhys’ shirt. In the process, his little baby fingers dug into Rhys’ side.

Rhys let out a startled laugh.

Pleased with the reaction, Nyx repeated the movement.

Prepared and trying to hold it in, Rhys lasted a few seconds before laughing once more. The entire court was staring at them now, entirely unsure of how to react to seeing their high lord being tickled. Keir was glaring with disapproval from the sidelines.

Nyx didn’t let up, surprisingly strong for a baby. Rhys had a bit of a laughing fit while trying—and failing—to corral his son.

Not sure if he’d be able to pick up the rascal and make it out the door, Rhys just smiled at the Court of Nightmares and said, “Your High Lady and I will visit next month. Be on your best behavior.” Then he winnowed away, hoping he didn’t sound as embarrassed as he was feeling.

Gods, Rhys’ face felt warm. He was blushing. Maybe they’d blame it on the wine.

Having appeared in his home, Rhys straightened and stepped toward the bedroom door, hoping to make inside before Feyre caught him. Nyx, still unused to winnowing, clapped his hands excitedly at the change in scenery.

“What did you do?”

Rhys slowly turned. “Do?”

Feyre had her arms crossed. She didn’t look particularly angry; she only seemed curious as to why her unflappable mate was blushing and trying to sneak into their bedroom.

“Did he get into trouble?”

“He was on his best behavior, actually. You shouldn’t be so doubtful toward him, darling. It hurts his feelings.”

Feeling entirely unhurt, Nyx hiccuped and reached for his mother. Feyre lifted him out of Rhys’ arms, rolling his eyes at the pathetic attempt at a deflection.

“What did you do then?”

Rhys winced. “Why do you think anything happened at all?”

Feyre impatiently knocked at her mate’s mental shields, not trusting a word that came out of his mouth. Reluctantly, Rhys lowered them, allowing Feyre full access to his mind.

After witnessing the day’s events, Feyre burst out laughing. “Oh, gods.”

Rhys pouted. “Stop that.”

“Being tickled by a baby in the middle of the Court of Nightmares. How will you ever look them in the eye again?” Feyre managed between laughs.

Rhys sighed. “I won’t. You’re on permanent Hewn City duty.”

Feyre smiled. “Right. Gods, I need to go tell Mor.”

Rhys’ eyes widened. “You need to do no such thing!”

“And Cassian. He’ll never let you live it down.” Feyre was fighting a smile.

Rhys crossed his arms. “Think of the child. What would poor Nyx think of his mother bullying his father so terribly?”

Feyre grinned. “He seems rather pleased with himself, actually.” Indeed, Nyx was stretching his lips, smiling toothlessly, tugging on Feyre’s sleeve.

Rhys sighed. “Oh, well. I think I’ve about given up on dignity at this point.”

Feyre smiled fondly at her husband. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Rhys guided his wife to the bedroom so that she could set down Nyx and let him play.

Upon asking how her day was, Rhys discovered she’d had a great time with her students, teaching some newbies how to mix the colors.

Despite the lingering embarrassment, Rhys was no longer upset about what had occurred in Hewn City. After all, a little bit of sheepishness was definitely worth seeing the look on Keir’s face. Maybe he’d bring Nyx with them again next time.

———

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Tex Avery Birthday Spectacular!

Hello all you happy people! And welcome to a celebration of the only cartoon director I knew as a kid and one of the finest whose ever lived, Mr. Tex Avery. 

Avery is a legend in the animation industry and rightly so. Starting out at a few other studios, and loosing sight in one of his eyes due to some tomfoolery at one, Tex was annoyed with the restrctive enviorment and eventually found his way to Termite Terrace, the animated shorts wing of Leon Schislenger Productions, aka the future Warner Brothers Studios and the makers of Looney Tunes. And his impact on the franchise is vast, cannot be overstated and I only learned about just how much recently: The man created Daffy Duck and Bugs Bunny, created the prototype for Elmer Fudd, and created the design for Porky we’re all far more familiar with. 

Eventually though while he was happy there, his career when ended when he eventually got into a squabble with Leon schsinger over the ending of “The Heckling Hare” and left soon after. Given he got a four week unpaid suspension for it , a bit extreme given all he’d given the studio, I can’t blame him. He instead went over to MGM who badly needed his wacky energy, and thus got to go as nuts as he wanted, with creative control a better budget and the result was his peak and classic characters like Red and my personal faviorite and personal boy: Droopy. I will try and do a birthday thing for him next month, we’ll see if my rather packed schedule will allow for it. Point is I watched the guys cartoons a lot as a kid between looney tunes and his shorts being repacked for the Tex Avery show in the late 90′s, and until recently I had no idea the depth and scope of his career: The guy gave looney tunes it’s standard fourth walll breaking and made it a huge part of the industry, and he was the one to hlep htem break out of being a Disney knockoff and into what we know today. The guy has my utmost respect so today I honor him as the first animator to get one of my birthday specials: As is my standard ten shorts, my patreons get to pick one each (I now have two but she start’s next month so her benefits will too) if they so choose (Kev opted out of the porky pig one next week) and I went to my friend blah for a recomendation as he’s an avid fan of the golden age of animation and thus usually has a really good choice up his sleeve. Now that’s out of hte way join me under the cut for some shenanigans as old tex would want it that way. 

1. The Gold Diggers of 49 (1935)

This was Tex Avery’s first short with warner and the first of his I could find, not ot mention his first time working with Chuck Jones and Bob Clampett, who he’d mentor and go on to be the heart and soul of Looney Tunes and define the characters Tex created. And since this is more significant than his earlier work i’m coutning it as his first. And as a start it’s.. ehhhhhhh. 

I don’t blame him for it though.  Most don’t hit it out of hte park their first time up to bat, and frankly the deck was stacked against him. He was saddled with Beans the Cat...

No one brak no one. He was part of an attempt by warner to create a new star as part of a Little Rascals/Our Gang style group of kids debuting in the short “I Haven’t Got a Hat”. This short is notable not for Beans, who no one cares about, but for the debut of Looney Tunes first star: Porky Pig. Porky was just one of the various characters but the only one audiences really liked. It took some time for Warner to get the hint though, hence Beans starring here and Porky playing his girlfriend’s father.. and also now being much older than him for some reason. 

So instead of being a Little Rascals ripoff bean is now a mickey mouse ripoff, as the short gives me mickey mouse vibes.. but without the things that made those shorts actually good and feels mostly built on studios trying to make what they think audiences will like. There’s sparks of waht Tex would become.. but just not enough wiggle room for him to make something special. Also porky looks and sounds weird in this one and Bean’s girlfriend has a REALLY annoying voice. Oh and two horrible Asian stereotypes, because it was acceptable at the time but lord was it never okay. Then again I should be at least mildly greatful none of the shorts had blackface.. because tex apparently REALLY had a problem with that, something I obviously didn’t know as a kid as they edited it out but given most of his MGM shorts have “blackface edited out of x version”, yeahhh.... I may like the guy, quite a bit and feel those gags weren’t done out of malice.. but it dosen’t make them okay, they were never okay and he should’ve done better. 

2. I Love to Singa (1936) Thankfully our next entry is 800% better, as we get a classic from my childhood and probably multiple childhoods. Admittedly part of the reason this one stuck in my head is the title song, sung by a young jazz singing owl whose dad doesn’t like that he sings Jazz instead of classical, enters a contest and nearly looses singing classical to please his dad only for his dad to intervene and finally accept his son. It’s a wonderful story of acceptance with some decent gags, beautiful animation and one hell of a title track that will probably never leave my head. The song is really what makes this short and sometimes that’s okay. Also just to note so someone else doesn’t: This short was a parody of the Jazz Singer one of the first talkie’s.. and also a film that uses blackface and whose 80′s remake bafflingly also uses blackface for some reason. Yes really. 

3. Tortoise Beats Hare (1941)

One of Tex’s only four Bugs Shorts.. but given 3/4 of them are certified classics, and one of them involving a horrible stereotype.. to the point it’s part of the rightfully infamous “Censored 11″ and the ONLY one involving Bugs Bunny. 

So as I said, Tex has a bad history with casual racism, and while it was the style at the time and I don’t THINK he was actively malicious towards black people.. it doesn’t make some of his work any less harmful. The rest of his bugs work though is remembered for the right reasons: his first appearance, and early classic we’ll get to next.. and this standout everyone who saw it as a kid or an adult fondly remembers. 

You all know the premise: Bugs finds out, in an utterly brilliant wall shattering bit at the start where he reads off the crew names and then the title, that this picture will have him beaten by a turtle and taking offense to that challenges the guy. This is honestly one of the few Bugs shorts where he’s the out and out villain of the picture. He’s doing this race purely out of ego, yells at Cecil whose perfectly nice in this one, and in general is the bully set up for a fall he’d later be famous for taking on. But it works, both because this si early in bugs career so it’s entirely in character, and because Mel just really sells the obnoxiousness while still being funny. 

This short also has one of Tex’s trademark setups as this is essentially a prototypical droopy cartoon: A meek, goofy voiced protagonist whose shorter than his large obnoxious enemy and who torments him by showing up every where he’s going to be and casually doing it. Cecil even does so using an army of fellow turtles with Droopy later using a similar trick in one of his shorts. As a big Droopy fan i’m clearly not complaining and while Droopy would do it better, this short’s still a classic for a reason with tons of great bits and is a fun break from the usual bugs setup, though in full fairness the usual bugs setup is still solid gold so take that how you will. 

4. The Heckling Hare (1941)

Originally I was going to have Daffy in Hollywood in this spot as I thought it was on Max, it was not,  so I swapped it out with his final bugs cartoon. For the record his first, and Bugs, is being saved for Bugs birthday this summer. And honestly i’m glad I did because this was 7 mintues of pure joy that has another setup that Tex himself and other Looney Tunes animators would resuuse: Bugs being pitted up against a far dumber antagonist. One who often still fully deserves it but allows him to just have fun for several minutes at this dumb bastard’s expense. It works well here, with tons of clever gags, my faviorite being the two doing dumb faces with each other only for bugs to stop and pull out a sign as seen right above. 

It’s also an approriate capper to our warner made Tex shorts for the day, as this would be the one that got him fired. He and Schisnger argued over it and he got suspended as I mentioned and I found it again a bit fucking extreme. So did Tex and after a handful of shorts elsewhere, he’d move over to MGM, whose cartoons would ironically be bought up by warner. They needed a shot in the arm to compete with Disney and Warner and Tex was happy to provide hte needle filled with nonsense. And the results.. are pure gold. 

5. Dumb Hounded (1943)

I’ll admit as a kid I didn’t know Tex’s MGM shorts were theatrical, or any shorts but somehow I knew they weren’t looney tunes. Besidds obviously having hteir own show they just had their own tone and pacing and style. While the Looney Tunes aren’t bad, at all honestly, Tex’s work here was in a class by itself with MGM gladly giving him a higher budget and even more creative freedom. And the results speak for themselves and one of those results is one of if not my faviorite classic cartoon character. And since I might not be able to get to his birthday with one of these next month, though i’m certainly going to try march is just VERY VERY FULL. Anyways point is our happy hero was introduced here. And given i’m frequently depressed and often withdrawn, not that you could tell from my reviews here, I related to this depressed bulldog who always won anyway despite being an outsider, finding love, sucess and always beating a much larger, much more assholish antagonist. But Droopy is good on his own merits as his shorts are just that funny. 

This was true from Day One as dumb hounded is fucking perfect: The Wolf that Avery always used in his cartoons escapes from jail and is hunted by bloodhounds including our boy, who charmingly introduces himself with “You know what, i’m the hero”. From there it’s a simple setup but a great one as Droopy finds the guy.. then chases him from here to enternity with one amazing gag after another. Simple, utterly hilarious and the dawn of a legend, with the ending having Droopy go a bit nuts after getting his reward money before returning to his usual demeanor “You know what? I’m happy” So am I bud, so am I. 

6. Red Hot Riding Hood (1943)

Yup same year. Tex hit the ground sprinting. This one is his signature MGM toon and for good reason. Using his usual forth wall breaking style, both the wolf and red riding hood rebel when it opens with a typical telling, so it changes to a 40′s nightlife setting: Grandma lives in a penthouse and is man hungry, Red is a fanservicey night club act and the Wolf is a sexually harassing asshole who chases after here and has some over the top reactions to her that are iconic in some’s mind.

The short is gorgeously animated with Red’s dance sequence and Wolfie’s reactions being the highlight and the short isn’t as bad as it could be as the wolf is treated as a scumbag for hitting on her and generally being a creep. SO the first two thirds aren’t bad with nice touches like the narrator clearly improvising the new story. It’s just badly hampered by the last half where Grandma sexually harasses Wolfie and it just doesn’t work. This double standard stuff annoys me and “haha get it it’s funny when a woman stalks a man” isn’t funny. Wolfie stalking her really isn’t that funny either it’s just not you know an entire third of the film. So a classic for a reason.. but one that really has degraded with time. Still worth analyzing and what not, just not great. 

7. Who Killed Who? (1943)

Yes still. It was a good year. This is another one off like Red Hot Riding Hood and as is tradition since the Tom and Jerry one, my patreons each get to pick one and Kev selected this one. And this.. was a great choice. 

Seriously I could not stop laughing with a great gag a minute, WAY too many to mention, a classic ending, and just nothing but net the whole time. I don’t have much to say really.. but because this one’s just good. The whodunnit genre hasn’t really gone away, it’s cliches are welll known even today and this is a lovely parody of it that hits the ground running after a live action intro and runs right through the wall across a lake and straight into droopy “You moved.”. 

The only real observation I have other than “This is fucking awesome watch it immediately” is that the villian looks exactly like the Phantom Blot. Who knew the Phantom Blot was a live action guy with a weird haircut the whole time huh?  Seriously this one is a masterpiece, an instant faviorite, and I highly recommend it. 

8. Screwball Squirrel (1944)

As you can probably guess by how I lead it in this one is not very good. It is tex TRYING to make a bugs or daffy type character again and somehow failing at it. He created them, he did plenty of shorts like theirs with other characters and got how the cat and mouse antics of the old theatrical shorts worked.. so I have no idea how this one happened. 

I’m really not overselling it: The short is about Screwy, who hyjacks it from a cute widdle bunny clearly parodying bambi.. who he beats the shit out of, then decides to get things going asks a dumb dog to hunt him, then insults him to provoke him to attacking him. He then spends the entire short tormenting the poor dumb bastard who again HE PROVOKED. It feels like a poor imitation of dumb hounded, as while Bugs clearly outclassed the dog there, he’d die if he lost, so while he was punching down, he clearly didn’t have a choice and you can’t honestly blame him. Here, Screwy is fine, he just wants someone’s head to fuck with and spends a whole short torturing him. We don’t even get catarsis as while the dog does catch him at the end via  weird gag, they end up deciding to beat up the bunny instead. 

His voice is also just the worst, just utterly grating and making me wish an anvil woudl fall on HIM instead. Screwy would return for some other shorts but I have no idea why. This was easily the weakest of these ten shorts and I will probably not return to the guy next year.

9. Bad Luck Blackie (1949)

This is one i’d forgotten till I got a ways in. It’s also weirdly one of the only MGM Tex shorts on HBO Max as this was included in the Tom and Jerry collection for some reason, the dog in it clearly isn’t the tom and Jerry verison of spike... though the dog Droopy fought a lot was indeed called spike. Yes that is confusing, no I don’t know why MGM thought this was a good idea. 

 As a result though I have been saving giving out about this till now but seirously , put the tex avery shorts on HBO Max. Their on Blu-Ray, their on boomerang, especially Droopys. I do not get why they aren’t on here. I’m tired of them holding things out for the boomerang app when not everyone subscirbes to that. Let me have my morose dog dammit. 

That giving out aside i’m glad this one caught my eye via i’ts weird name as it’s another masterpiece. It also does what one Tom and Jerry short I reviewed, the one where tom’s a millionare,  earlier this month failed to: properly make it’s antagonist loathsome enough to deserve the parade of abuse he gets. With that one Tom is tourturning jerry for like 30 seconds, but Jerry torments him for most of 5 minutes. 

Here we get about two minutes of our lead kitten getting torremnted by a mean bulldog. It’s not only still a bit entertaining to lessen the horror just enough to be watchable but not enough to make the bulldog likeable, but it makes what happens for the rest of the short oh so fucking satsifying. While the previous short today really didn’t get the karmic ballance neded for a good classic screwball comedy short this one overwhelmingly does.

Our kitten gets some help in the form of Blackie, a professional black cat who agrees to turn the tables, sauntring across to a wonderfully catchy tune. any time the little guy whistles. The result from there is 5-6 nonstop minutes of comedy genius, as Tex finds new and creative ways for the cat to come out of nowhere, and even shakes things up to keep it intresting towards the end iwth the dog getting the whistle.. only for it to still not work out, and for our little kitten to get his revenge at last by painting himself black after the bulldog paints blackie white. As should be obvious by now, it’s really good, showing Screwball Squirrel was the exception not the rule. In general Tex was this good during his mgm and when he was at his peak we got gems like this. Truly sensational, watch it if you have max it’s under the tom and jerry section for some reason. 

10. T.V. of Tommorow A decent one I remember seeing as a kid. Not much to say though, it’s mostly a bunch of gags about “future” tv’s based on their viewer’s needs. Some good stuff.. not as good as most of what was here today but still better than the worst of it and still very memorable and part of a memorable tetralogy i’ll probably come back to when I do Tex’s birthday again next year. Not a bad note to end on though. 

Overall these shorts show just how strong a creator tex was, gleefully taking convention and ripping it to tiny pieces. As i’ve mentioned many times i’ll be coming back to his work next year.. and probably be watching a hell ofa lot more in the time between. Might even do a second special on him in between birthday ones. We’ll see how this does. The Tom and Jerry one sadly wasn’t quite the hit I hoped. 

Until then I have many other reviews. And since Today (This review is late) was supposed to be the 90′s tom and jerry movie but that turned out not to be on Max for some reason. I still plan to cover it some day i’ll just have to find it and buy it first. But tommorow if I have the time i’ll be continuing the Lena retrospective with an intresting little side trip. So until then, i’ts been a pleasure and you know what? Thanks for reading. 

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The Bird Cage

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Chapter 25.

Warnings: (In This Chapter) Cocaine Usage

Blood, Guns, Knives, Smoking (Cigarettes)

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This was the first time, in a long time that Jimin has worn his silver cross. The piece of jewelry hanging out of his plush lips as he nibbles at the silver chain. 

"They're here." Namjoon alerts everyone quietly as he grabs his gun off of the rundown truck floor. 

Most mafia movies, usually people roll up in super nice cars, guns hanging out the windows and a shootout begins, right? Only for dumb wanna be mafias do people do that. When you get down to the real nitty gritty of everything, the best approach is to rent out broken down vans that would probably sell cabbage or rice crackers on the side of the road. Making it safer for everyone to get out alive. 

Jimin kisses his cross, fisting it and pointing his index finger to the ceiling of the van. He wants the grace of his parents. He needs to be wary, he has a family at home now. A wife and unborn child waiting for him. He closes his eyes, putting his cross inside of his black t-shirt before sighing gently. 

"We remember what we're doing?" He asks quietly before looking at his men. The rest of the guys nod as Jeongguk puts his knife between his teeth tying his combat boots tighter.

"We have a shipment on our six." Jin announces pulling out his gun. Jimin perks up before sniffing and putting his fingers through his hair. 

"Clean take. No left overs." He tells the guys.

"Clean take. No left overs." They repeat with a nod as Jeongguk kicks the back door of the beaten down van open.

Jeongguk jumps out of the van first, the knife in his hand flying out at a rapid speed. The knife lodging into the back of a man's neck as the rest of the guys jump out of the van. The sun was setting, the sky vibrante shades of red and orange as the action begins. 

"Yah!" A man screams loudly jumping back into the shipment van. Three men were surrounding the shipment van and four people were with Kim Youngju, including that rascal Gyuhyung. 

"Hello!" Jimin cheers happily before cocking his gun and shooting the man next to Kim Youngju. Kim Youngju backs up, his back slamming into the Escalade he arrived in. 

"Oh! Kim Youngju! Nice to see you! How was your deep sleep?!" Jimin asks with a laugh shooting another man by his side. 

"You fucking bastard!" Youngju screams loudly, his hand flitting to his waistband which Yoongi gives a click of his teeth disappointed. 

"Kim Shin's son is scared." He teases before jumping up and grabbing a mans neck, twisting it harshly as the body falls to the ground with a thud.

Yoongi pulls out a cigarette. Striking the match against the bottom of his boot before lighting his cigarette. 

"Oh!" Jeongguk cheers grabbing the handle of his knife from the fallen man's neck and throwing it at Youngju. Jeongguk's precision is immaculate as the knife cuts through Youngju's arm pinning him to the car door. 

"You fuck!" Youngju screams grabbing at his arm with a shaky hand. Taehyung is quick to disperse of his knives. Butterfly knifes leaving his hands at a rapid pace, his black bangs falling into his eyes as he flicks his wrists quickly. Noises of pain and anger leaving hurt throats. 

"Jung Gyuhyung!" Jimin jeers to the man beside Youngju. 

"Park!" Gyuhyung calls warningly as he holds his hands up trying to back off. As Jimin smiles brightly, the man who jumped into the shipment van leans out firing off a bullet. 

"HYUNG!" Jeongguk screams loudly as the bullet penetrates Jimin's side. A slow groan leaves Jimin's lips as his eyebrows furrow. Spit leaving his lips hanging on to his chin as he falls to the ground on his knees. 

"Go!" Jeongguk screams, jumping at Youngju and grabbing his knife out of his arm only to twist his arms behind his back in an awkward position. 

"Hey! Hey!" Namjoon yells to Jimin kneeling down in front of him. 

"Fuck!" Jimin curses, closing his eyes and lulling his head back. Seokjin is quick to pull the shooter out of the window of the van. His elbow smacking into his wrist, making the man drop the gun before dragging him to the floor. 

"Y/N is going to kill us!" Hoseok yells grabbing Gyuhyung by the neck and flipping him onto his back. Jeongguk ties up Youngju's wrists before putting a bag over his head. 

"Get hyung in the truck!" He yells, knocking Youngju out with the butt of his knife. 

Youngju's head falling limp on his shoulders as Jeongguk slings his slim body over his shoulder. Namjoon puts his head under Jimin's arm before hauling his boss to his feet. Hoseok is quick at tying the bag around Gyuhyung's neck. His wrists trapped in mesh wire as Hoseok drags him towards the van easily. His back getting cut open and scraping against the pebbled road. Seokjin is fast, faster than the man he holds. His gun shooting up through the bottom of his chin and up through his scalp. 

"Drive the shipment to the warehouse!" Jeongguk tells the oldest member who throws the dead body in the back of the shipment truck. 

"Got it!" Jin calls back fishing through the man's pockets before finding the key. 

"Y/N is going to kill me." Jimin mumbles before cringing at the pain as he walks with Namjoon. 

"I need to go back and get that bullet out!" Jeongguk calls to Jimin before throwing Youngju in the van, his unconscious head slamming into the metal flooring with a loud thud. 

"We got 'em though!" Hoseok cheers happily before lifting Gyuhyng's body into the van. 

"We got 'em." Jimin mutters before climbing into the passenger seat of the van.

You were pacing in your bedroom, your hand resting on your stomach as you look into the open hallway. Both of the French doors opened for your viewing accessibility. The front door opens and you hold your breath.

"NOONA OPEN THE MEDICAL ROOM!" Jeongguk screams loudly and you curse before rushing over to the medical room. Your fingers diligently press the buttons before propping open the door with a metal chair. 

"Easy! Take it easy!" Jeongguk yells loudly, the sound getting closer as feet pad up the stairs in succession. 

"Is it Jimin?!" You ask loudly to which you get no answer. Your feet flying over the doorstep before hanging your body over the third floor banister. It was Jimin, his body hanging limply in Jeongguk and Namjoon's arms. You gasp loudly as Jimin's black shirt clings to his body soaked with blood. 

"Oh my God!" You cry out putting your hands over your mouth. 

"I'm okay, baby. I'm okay." Jimin calls weakly scrunching his face up in pain as the reach the third floor. You follow behind them, your feet feeling sluggish as you whimper. 

"Kitten, I'm okay." Jimin mumbles holding out his hand as Jeongguk and Namjoon enter the medical room. You shove Namjoon out of the way as he sets Jimin down and Jimin smirks up at you. His face was pale and you grab at his collar before ripping the shirt open. 

"So strong." Jimin teases gently as you sob. The bullet wound leaking rapidly as Jeongguk sits in the rolling chair, getting right to work. His tongue sticking out as he concentrates. Jimin holds his hand out before letting out a shaky breath. You grab his hand putting it to your lips as tears spill over your cheeks. 

"Don't cry, Kitten. I'm fine." Jimin rubs his thumb over the back of your hand as Namjoon places the chair propping the door open behind you so you could sit down. 

"It's not good for the baby if you worry." Jimin whispers before gritting his teeth and throwing back his head. Jeongguk's fingers pushing and prodding at the wound before handing Jimin a bottle of whisky. You spin the top off letting it clatter to the ground as Jimon brings his shaking hand to his lips. He swallows the alcoholic contents before sighing loudly. 

"Go on." He tells Jeongguk who grabs a large set of tweezers. You wipe at your cheeks before laying your face on Jimin's sweating arm. 

"I'm fine, Kitten. Don't worry." His statement is contradictory to all of the blood seeping out of the wound. 

"One...Two...Three." Jeongguk yanks the bullet from Jimin's side. A loud groan leaving his lips as Namjoon presses gauze to the wound. 

"Fuck!" You squeeze your eyes shut as Jimin moves his hand. 

"Put my hand on the baby." He mumbles tilting his head to look at you. You stand up pressing his hand to your belly and he nods. 

"Good girl." He whispers before rubbing at your stomach. Namjoon keeps the pressure on as Jeongguk threads the needle to close up his wound. 

"See? I'm just fine." Jimin whispers rubbing at your stomach. You press your stomach closer to his face and he lifts your shirt before giving your skin small kisses. 

"Okay." Jeongguk tells Namjoon who pulls off the gauze. The bloody cotton getting discarded in the bin as Jeongguk pushes the needle through Jimin's golden skin. 

"FUCK!" Jimin screams loudly before pressing his forehead against your stomach. Your hands carding through his hair nervously as Jeongguk begins to sew. Jimin can feel how your fingers tremble with anxiousness and he closes his eyes. 

"I'm sorry Kitten. I'm sorry for worrying you." You sigh gently before bending down and kissing his forehead. 

"We got them though." Jeongguk mumbles before continuing his duty of stitching up his boss. 

"We did." Jimin smirks before grabbing the bottle of whisky and taking another swig.

You sit butt on the soles of your feet as you tend to Jimin. You clean at his body with a warm wet cloth as he stares at you. 

"I should get shot more often. Look at how diligently my Kitten takes care of me." You click your teeth narrowing your eyes at him. 

"That's not fucking funny." Jimin chuckles gently before grabbing at your hand. 

"Give me a kiss, babe." You put down the towel before kissing Jimin, his full lips feeling like heaven against yours as you caress his smooth cheek with your thumb. Jimin shifts up before groaning and flopping back on to the bed. You smack his shoulder before narrowing at him. 

"Behave." Jimin licks his lips before looking at the canopy above him. 

"That's not in my nature, Kitten." A knock comes at the door and you sit up tilting your head. 

"We're moving Four's body. Don't come out." Jeongguk tells you peeking his head in the room. You go rigid before nodding, you had forgotten about her. 

"Did she...Did she go out nicely?" You ask, making Jimin close his eyes. 

"As nicely as she could have, noona." That means no. You frown before looking at Jimin who in turn puts his hand on your stomach. 

"Easy, Kitten." You nod to him before laying down at his side. His hands rubbing at your stomach before shooing Jeongguk away with his hand. Jeongguk takes the hit, closing the door and Jimin's lips are pressed against your forehead. 

"I know, baby. I know." You feel bad, she was just a gullible girl. Even though you had all this pent up rage and anger towards her before, after that talk in the room it had mellowed down to sadness. She was sad and she was dying for love in her difficult situation. You could understand that. 

"Don't think about it too much, hmm?" You sigh pressing your face into his neck as he clicks his teeth. 

"I know... I know." 

The night air was frigid as Escalades rolled up to the abandoned warehouse. Wood nailed into the empty windows as the engines of the cars shut off. There was silence before the car doors open, a looming presence hanging in the air as leather boots hit the dirt below. A pinstripe suit, clinging to a muscled body. A cigarette hanging from thin lips, the smoke lazily rising in the night's chill. 

There was movement and then there was silence once again. A sigh leaving the cigarette clad lips before gold ringed fingers fix the suit jacket being worn. Other car doors open, only to produce men of the same stature. Toothpicks hanging from some mouths, as they spit on the ground. 

"Let's go." His voice was stern, his hands pushing back his perfectly styled hair as he cracks his neck loudly. His footsteps echoing throughout the open rice paddy field before stopping at the warehouse door.

The door opens slowly, the inside of the large warehouse lit with candles as a man steps out of the doorway. The cigarette clad man spreading his arms to get patted down as he cranes his head to see the large table in the middle of the warehouse, one seat taken and one open just for him. A gun gets pulled from behind his back and he nods as he is pushed forward into the warehouse. 

"You'll wait here." The man tells the others before sliding the door closed. "Jung Kyuhyun!" The cigarette gets burnt out on the dirt floor as Kyuhyun nods to the seated man. 

"Kim Shin." Shin's blue eye hazily looking in his direction as he scratches at his scarred chin. 

"What do I owe this visit?" Shin's hand grabbing at his glass of brandy before leaning back in his chair. 

"I've come to parlay." Shin nods thoughtfully before taking a sip of his brandy leisurely. 

"Why is that?" Kyuhyun sits down before lighting another cigarette. His eye closing as smoke threatens to blind him. 

"Because your son and my brother were taken by the Lion's tonight." Shin nods. 

"I heard." His voice is sharp and annoyed but his body seems the opposite. 

His limbs relaxed beyond all belief.  Shin grabs at his suit jacket before producing a vial. The contents being emptied onto a mirrored surface before a razor blade begins to chop at the white mound on the table. 

Kyuhyun watches as Shin grabs a bill, rolling it up tightly before pressing his index finger to his nose and sniffing up half of the contents on the table. His body shivers and he swallows thickly before passing the rolled up bill to Kyuhyun. Kyuhyun in turn snorts the cocaine before leaning back in his chair, his hand running through his hair before sniffing gently and folding his arms. 

"Someone has to stop this fuck Park Jimin." Shin tilts his head before lighting a cigarette. His good eye narrowing at Kyuhyun as he points at him. 

"Are you going to stop Park?" 

"If I have to, I will. He can't just kill my brother and your son." Shin nods before drawing from his cigarette. 

"No. That won't do." His leather clad feet dragging on the ground as he sits up. 

"Your cousins are in good standing with Park and his little bitch wife." 

"Junggoo and Jungin are plebians, they don't know a goddamn thing besides chickens." 

"Hmm." Shin chuckles gently before sniffing and putting his hands on the table. 

"Your parlay is to what? To join forces? Exude power and over throw Jimin? Save your brother, my Youngju?" Kyuhyun nods as Shin clicks his teeth. 

There is silence, long drawn out silence as the two men stare each other down. Shin spits in his hand before holding it out, Kyuhyun does the same and they shake on it. As they shake Shin pulls Kyuhyun to the table roughly before grabbing his gun and shooting him in the face. 

"I get revenge against that little fucking kid. Not you." Similar gunshots are heard before thudding. The sound of meat hitting the pavement as Shin grabs the rolled up bill from Kyuhyun's dead, twitching hand. 

"Park Jimin doesn't know what is coming for him."

[juminsmysticmc]

Omg finally! I'm so happy. Can we have rfa and minor trio reactions to their teenage child (like older teen but still) is preg/made their gf preg? Have a nice day and take care of your health!

RFA + Minor Trio with a pregnant Teenager/ with a Teenager who made his girlfriend pregnant

Hiii! OMG, babe, do you wanna kill the boys? Especially Zen, hahah I feel like he would Kill the guy who made his daughter pregnant XD Honestly I had so much fun thinking about this, hahahah. Especially because I went clubbing two weeks ago and my mom said ,,No kissing when you meet him the first time!’’ (she said it as a serious joke??)

And my dad, the personality like Zenny, glared at me and said ,,No kissing after the 10th time, none would kiss you so you stay here by my side as a 30 years old!’’

AND I WAS LIKE DON’T YOU WANNA HAVE GRANDCHILDREN?! ;; Okay, now, enjoy! HAHAHA

Take care of your health too, thank you for looking out for me! Make sure to tell me your opinion, okay? Love youuu! 

Jumin

You stroked your big belly as you put together the baby clothes you bought for the little girl you were carrying below your heart.

You and Jumin were already married for sixteen years and together you raised a handsome sixteen years old boy and a beautiful ten year old girl.

The arrival of your next girl was a big wish for both of you.

However, you didn’t know that soon enough someone else would arrive too…

Suddenly your son barged in, hand in hand with a blonde girl you saw once from afar.

You were happy that your little boy finally made you meet his girlfriend, however, you didn’t expect the new you were about to hear.

,,YOU ARE WHAT?!’’ you suddenly exclaimed.

Your mouth was wide open as she repeated her words again.

,,I am pregnant,’’ she mumbled.

You gulped.

,,Dear, how old are you again?’’ you asked her with a trembling voice.

The girl confessed that she was actually fifteen, making you feel sick out of the blue.

You glared at your son.

,,I never hit you,’’ you began, taking off your shoes.

It was harder for you to pick it up so your son helped you and handled you your shoe.

,,YOU RASCAL, EVEN HELPING ME GET THE DEADLY WEAPON OR WHAT?!’’ you screamed, slamming the shoe lightly against his shoulder.

You didn’t hurt him, but you were still angry and just had to wave the shoe.

Suddenly, Jumin entered the room after he picked up your daughter from her music lesson.

Half an hour later, you sat on the couch, mumbling prayers to god as Jumin looked down.

The four of you decided to drive to the girl’s parents, leaving your daughter in the hands of the maid.

As soon as the mother of the girl began to sob because of the sudden news, you kneeled down, begging forgiveness for your son’s actions.

You parents talked about what you should do:,,It’s her body, she should decide, but I’m against an abortion, deep scars will be left on both. I would rather send them to a hostel to protect them both from the media and the people around her,’’ you said.

That’s what you did in the end.

And so, your newborn baby with not even two years became an aunt.

You supported your children with everything you could to make sure that they could have good jobs and take care of their baby.

Zen

,,Oh my god! Babe!’’ Zen suddenly barged into the room you were staying in with your two daughters and your son.

You looked up as he happily came to you, hugging you and kissing you.

,,Hyun? Hahaha, what’s wrong with you?’’ you asked him happily when he showered you with love.

Both of you got married when you found out that you were pregnant with your oldest son who was now seventeen.

Your daughter arrived two years later and was now fifteen.

Zen’s little princess by now was already five and was for you, the last child you would push out of your body.

Zen always wanted to have a fourth child, but of course he would always respect your decision not to.

But right now, he felt like you gave him a special present.

,,Thank you, Jagyia!’’ he laughed with tears in his eyes.

,,For what, Hyun?’’ you laughed.

Zen suddenly showed you the pregnancy test he was hiding the whole time, making everyone except the little girl and your husband stop breathing.

You suddenly began to cry, tears leaving your eyes as you looked at what he was holding.

,,Don’t cry, my love…it’s okay! We already have three children! A fourth one will also bring us happiness. Please, let’s be happy!’’ he tried to make you feel better, kissing your wet cheeks.

,,No, Hyun, you don’t get it!’’ you suddenly shouted.

Zen looked at you, his eyes were wide open.

,,Is it perhaps…not mine?’’ he asked you with a trembling voice.

You strongly nodded, making your son jump up in surprise.

Zen was frozen.

He wanted to say something but you suddenly screamed in panic.

,,IT’S POSITIVE, BUT IT’S NOT YOURS! THIS TEST ISN’T MINE EITHER!’’ you yelled, turning your head to your daughter.

Zen was slowly realizing the situation.

,,ARE YOU PREGNANT?!’’ you asked her, shocked.

Your daughter began to sob too as she nodded.

Everyone began to cry suddenly because you were shocked, the pregnant teenager because she was scared and Zen because he was furious.

The only ones who weren’t crying were your son and your youngest daughter.

,,I’m going, I’m going to kill that bastard!’’ he hissed, throwing the test aside and walking out.

He quickly came again, yelling at his daughter:,,TELL ME HIS ADDRESS!’’

,,HYUN! SHE’S PREGNANT! YOU’RE STRESSING HER!’’ you yelled back, defending your daughter.

,,Mc! They had sex!!’’ he tried to make you understand.

,,Dad! Please don’t hurt him!’’ your daughter begged.

You sent your son into your shared bedroom with his father so that you could talk to her alone.

,,Why didn’t you tell me?’’ you asked her, still crying but calm.

She explained that the boy she was in love with apparently fooled her and out of fear, she decided to hide everything.

You knew that Zen wouldn’t stay still after knowing that his daughter was fooled, but you wouldn’t stay still either.

You decided to meet the boy, who was totally rude.

Zen couldn’t hold back and simply threw a fist at the boy.

Afterwards, you all visited the boy’s mother.

You didn’t intend to make her look down on you, but happily, she was on your side, promising to come up with everything she could.

Yoosung

,,Mom, Dad, I need to tell you something…’’ your daughter began in the morning.

Your three sons looked at their sister.

She was the third born in the family.

You and Yoosung began to make babies pretty late, but you still had a big family and handled them pretty well.

Your oldest boy, who was nineteen, was your pride and was currently studying hard to become a lawyer, while your second son, who was only two years apart, wanted to become a teacher really bad.

You were proud of all your children, especially because they all wanted to help people in need.

Even your daughter whose dream was to become a nurse.

Luckily, your youngest son still had time to think about these things.

,,Yes, tell us,’’ you said, not looking up, but cleaning your three year old boy’s mouth.

You smiled brightly, just a family having breakfast together, nothing could break this harmony.

Well, so you thought.

,,I’m pregnant,’’ the girl confessed, sighting deeply after she let a bomb fall in the early morning.

Yoosung began to choke on his coffee while you looked at her, the handkerchief still at your son’s mouth while everyone else let their food fall.

,,I am sorry, it just happened,’’ she mumbled.

You suddenly woke up again.

,,Just happened? It just happened?!’’ you asked her, pressing your eyes together.

Everyone knew that you could brust anytime now.

,,IT JUST HAPPENED THAT YOU HAD SEX?!’’ you asked louder.

Your daughter looked up. She was glaring at you right now.

,,YES! I SLEPT WITH A BOY AND HE GOT ME PREGNANT!’’ she responded.

,,Don’t speak to me that way!’’ you hissed slamming on the table.

The atmosphere just went down to a deadly one and no one knew what to do.

Yoosung just felt like crying suddenly, and before he could even shed a tear, he simply fainted.

,,I had a weird dream….’’ he moaned when he woke up, looking at his son.

,,No dad, Sis really got pregnant,’’ the son mumbled.

Yoosung jumped up, looking in disbelief at his son.  

The blonde boy waited at home with his two sons while you, his wife, and his pregnant…daughter and his oldest son met the boy who was partly at fault for the ruckus.

You came home with teary eyes, your daughter red like a tomato and the oldest son totally pale.

It came out that the boy was a total idiot.

,,He didn’t care at all. He said that it was all her fault and his parents weren’t any better!’’ you cried into Yoosung’s arms.

This was hard to accept for everyone, but you all still had to support your daughter.

Luckily, you weren’t alone at this since even the RFA supported you in this hard fight.

Jaehee

Everyone knew the two supportive mothers in Seoul who had a coffee shop and tried to make everything possible for the only son they had.

These two moms were none other than the both of you.

Sixteen years ago you finally could give birth to your little favorite boy who was still the happiness of your lives.

He was a cheerful boy who gave you so much…

You and Jaehee were just tidying up the coffee shop when he walked in, his hand holding the hand of his girlfriend.

Both of them were childhood friends and two years ago, after a lot of drama, your little boy confessed to her.

,,Hello, you guys! We were just about to prepare dinner!’’ you said and smiled happily, but your instincts immediately hit you and you knew that something wasn’t right.

You and Jaehee sat together while the two teenagers were in front of you. They looked scared as they began to play with their hands.

,,So, I actually made her pregnant…’’ your son confessed, making both of you stop breathing for a few seconds.

You two nodded and looked at each other.

Becoming angry now would be idiotic.

There was nothing you could change by now, was there? 

And so you got up and hugged them both, congratulating them.

,,I’m not hyped. You two are still children and have still a lot of responsibilities, but yelling won’t help.

What do you want to do? Keep the child?’’ you asked them.

The young girl nodded. She was really happy that you reacted that way.

Jaehee, who was following your lead, got up and patted their shoulders.

You guys knew that the young girl didn’t have an easy household, so you agreed to meet her parents.

They of course, yelled and weren’t supportive at all.

So it was just natural that the two teenagers went to you when they had issues.

You all agreed that your son would work at your shop to make money and go to school at the same time while the girl would study hard so that she could make a decent graduation.

Saeyoung

Your husband kept clapping his hands as his son confessed that his girlfriend was pregnant.

You, however, didn’t react the same. It was the opposite.

It seemed as if the angry feeling Saeyoung overplayed was left out by you.

,,HOW CAN YOU BE PROUD OF HIM?!’’ you asked your husband who shrieked by your sudden yells.

He looked at you.

,,Well….’’ he tried to mumble.

,,Getting angry over spilled milk would be dumb, right?’’ he asked you, making you even angrier.

You were disappointed and took your twin daughters by their hands.

You stayed in their rooms with them and began to reflect about the best way to go on with the situation.

Your son was just a seventeen year old boy after all.

He was just as dumb as your husband.

A freak like him who was still going to school. He was still a little boy…

,,Mommy, why are you crying?’’ one of your five year old daughter asked you, looking at your tears.

,,No…It’s just that your brother and a girl made a mistake and now a few things will be harder on him…and I’m just worried…’’ you confessed.

,,Isn’t it because you’re jealous?’’ the other girl asked you.

Her words hit you deeply. How could a five year old see your real problem?

,,Daddy didn’t react that way…I think you care more about oppa in problematic situations, just like Daddy does with us…’’ she told you, leaving you shocked.

She was right.

You were angry at the girl, but it was also your son’s fault.

You knew that this eventually would have happened one day. Of course not that early, but still…

And just like Saeyoung said, being angry wouldn’t solve anything.

The young boy suddenly entered the room and hugged you.

,,I will work hard. I will begin a part time Job at Uncle Jumin’s place and make money to support them…I will try my best at school…I won’t disappoint you anymore, I promise!’’ your son also sobbed.

You quickly hugged him again and patted his back, telling him over and over again that you would be there for him.

And even though Saeyoung seemed well, he made sure that his little girls wouldn’t have manly friends for a long long time…

Saeran (personally my fav)

Your husband would laugh at the people who would have told him that in the future he would be a proud father of three wonderful children.

He would have hit everyone who would have told him that he would live peacefully with his brother, which he believed had left him.

He would have blushed for every comment about the deep feelings you had for him.

Saeran simply couldn’t believe that everything else other than being by Rika’s side would have made his life better.

But indeed it was true.

Thanks to you and the RFA’s help, he could save Saeyoung who got kidnapped. 

With you, he could finally experience true love.

Love for you on your wedding day nineteen years ago and the birth of his oldest daughter afterwards.

And even if he didn’t know that was possible, a constant love for the twins you gave birth to afterwards.

Saeran was a proud dad and overcame his fears.

But right now, he was facing something he never thought could happen.

His daughter, who just turned 18, was pregnant. Her boyfriend, next to her, dark red while she looked into his eyes.

She had a strong and constant way of looking, never looking away.

He knew that she noticed that he was disappointed and he knew that she would have wanted to burst in tears, but he also knew how strong he raised the most beautiful girl.

She looked just like you, his dearly loved wife.

Her hand was on her boyfriend’s and over her still flat belly.

He was no good. He was way too weak and her will was stronger.

This, no good, boy made her pregnant. Saeran was sure that his daughter would never show him her weakness out of her own pride.

Saeran wanted to slap the boy and to yell, but as soon as he saw your smile he knew that this was the wrong reaction because you were just as strong as his daughter.

,,We will support you,’’ he began, feeling that his daughter was slowly becoming less nervous.

,,I’m not happy that this all happened so early and you will have to work on your mistake on your own. We will be here if you need help, but we won’t take over your mistakes. Your youth is over now,’’ Saeran said.

His daughter nodded and the boy looked up.

With a trembling voice he promised to take good care of her.

Afterwards, both of them stepped out, on their way to tell the boy’s parents what was happening.

While Saeran’s princess stepped out as an adult woman, he saw her little figure, waving a last time to him with her bright smile.

,,You did well…’’ you whispered when he suddenly felt something wet on his cheeks.

,,You can cry now. She won’t see you…you did well, Saeran…’’ you said, hugging him strongly.

Jihyun

The gynecologist looked pitifully at you while she confessed that Lucy was pregnant.

Lucy began to cry while you were holding her hand.

,,It’s okay, we can do that…’’ you told her with a trembling voice.

You thanked the Doctor as both of you walked out hand in hand.

,,Mom, I’m sorry-’’

You quickly made her stay silent. 

,,You can’t regret it now. It’s a part of you, but it will be okay. As long as you can live with it, you won’t get crushed by the hard times,’’ you told her, holding her hand.

You knew that Jihyun would be the last person on this world who would prejudice Lucy for her mistake.

But the community  was what scared you.

Lucy would surely have a hard time, but you were there to help and protect her.

Both of you arrived at your home where your birth children and Husband waited for you.

He brightly smiled at you, but quickly noticed that something was wrong and came to hug both of you.

The three of you sat together and talked about it.

Jihyun nodded and stayed supportive.

You decided to send her to private school a few hours away so that no friends would talk bad about her.

Of course they would talk bad about her eventually, but for now you wanted to keep the stressfactor away from her so that she could focus on her well being.

You and Jihyun talked a lot about it and eventually decided to move homes so that she didn’t have to stay alone.

The sad, but at the same good thing in the situation was that the boy who made her pregnant didn’t even stop her from moving.

But even though Jihyun wasn’t like that, he wanted to make sure that he would regret his mistakes a lot, and with the help he got from his best friend, it was possible.  

Vanderwood

,,How could this happen?!’’ Vanderwood asked his son as he shook his head.

The boy who was sitting in front of him asked him if he really wanted to know how he did it, making Vanderwood even angrier.

,,Vanderwood, don’t you dare hit your son or else I will hit you!’’ you hissed, defending your son.

,,You know why this happened?! Because you go too easy on this rascal!’’ Vanderwood suddenly hissed, making you chuckle.

,,You should have told him how the manly body works and what condoms are for!’’ you hissed back.

You looked at your son and took his hand.

With your soft voice, you asked him if he knew what he did.

,,Yes, Mom, I’m not a child,’’ the boy responded.

Vanderwood slapped his hand on the table.

,,This shitty comment already shows me that you are a kid! You made a mistake!’’ Vanderwood hissed as he glared at his sixteen years old son.

You sighed and looked at your son again.

,,So, what will the girl do? You practically ended your life as a child. Parenthood isn’t easy. It’s hard on us and we’re older. Do you know what you will go through?’’ you asked him.

Your son shook his head.

,,She’s pregnant, not me,’’ he commented.

At that point Vanderwood couldn’t hold back and simply slapped his own son.

,,VANDERWOOD!’’ you yelled.

,,I TRIED TO HOLD MY HAND BACK, BUT MY OWN SON IS SUCH A DICK!’’ he yelled louder.

He didn’t think that his son would answer like that.

,,You’re only thinking about yourself! The girl will be in a lot of pain and her life will change completely and all you can say is that she’s the one who’s pregnant?’’ Vanderwood asked him.

Your son nodded. 

,,She wants to have an abortion even through I said no. I googled and read that abortion has a lot of side effects such as depression or even infertility, but she said that she didn’t care. She said that it was her own body and that she was the one pregnant. She told me that I only helped her, but that it was her doing after all so, Dad, what do you think should I do?’’ your son asked him, tearing up slowly.

You immediately understood that your son was in much more pain and so you hugged him while he sobbed into your arm.

Even Vanderwood stayed silent now.

You guys tried to talk it over with the parents of the girl but they blocked you and since it was indeed the girl’s body, you couldn’t change anything, even though it was your son’s baby too.

Your family however, somehow, was more united now after this happened and overcame a big scare together.

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05.02.2020// 23:07 MEST

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Do the Inverse duo keep up on Warlock once the world isn't ending? (Or anything to do with Warlock. You had to know I'd ask...)

“I don’t know what the big deal is,” Warlock complained, scowling. “I don’t want to go to any dumb fundraiser!”

Harriet counted to ten under her breath. “Sweetie, this is part of a charity event. "Your father wants us to make an effort to show that America is a friendly and generous country. It’ll be good for everyone.”

“Good for him, you mean,” Warlock muttered, glaring out of the car window. “But he didn’t have to come.”

God, he made it so difficult not to scream.

Boarding school was meant to be good for him, but it was his first vacation since he’d started school and the first time she didn’t have Nanny Ashtoreth there to back her up. She’d forgotten how much of a brat he could be when he wanted.

She rubbed her forehead, gazing out of the window.

Doing something for charity sounded like a great plan. It got them out of the house. And the invitation to this event said there would be other kids there, which meant maybe she’d get five minutes without him complaining.

“Mrs. Dowling, we’re approaching the venue,” Cody - her regular Secret Service Agent - glanced back from the passenger seat. “It looks like we need to park on the street.”

The venue was a cute little church. It looked half-old and half-new, the arched roof tinted green with age. A few photographers were hanging around outside the door, so she plastered on her best smile and dragged her son out of the car.

“What is this even for?” he demanded, as they walked into the building.

“Orphans,” she said, then frowned. No, it wasn’t that. The invitation had said something about…

“Hi!” A man hurried towards them, skinny, red-haired and beaming. “Thanks for…” He trailed off, staring at her. “You’re… you’re Mrs. Dowling, aren’t you? The Ambassador’s wife?”

Harriet sighed in relief, holding out her hand. “I am,” she said. “I’m delighted to be here, on behalf of my husband. We’re very pleased to support your cause for…”

“Syrian refugees,” he finished, still staring. “I-I didn’t realise you’d be coming.” He turned red. “I mean, I thought you’d be too busy with all the… ambassadoring and stuff…”

“Oh, that’s mostly my husband.” She stepped to one side and pulled Warlock alongside her. “This is my son. Warlock. Warlock, say hello.”

He looked up and the man looked down and she felt Warlock stiffen under her arm.

“Hello, Warlock,” the man said, a warm, welcoming smile spreading across his face. “Good to see you.”

To her surprise, Warlock’s face lit up in a grin. “Hi!”

“Excuse me.” Another man approached Harriet. There was something oddly familiar about him, blond and broad, with dancing blue-grey eyes. “Can I show you around, Madame Ambassador?”

She cast a wary glance at Warlock. “You behave yourself, do you hear me?”

“Yeah, mom.” Warlock nodded, not even looking her way.

She sighed, rolling her eyes, then turned to her companion. “Are you in charge here?” she asked.

“I’m a… partner, you could say,” he said, smiling. “Call me Ezra.”

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Crowley closed the door quietly behind him.

He wasn’t surprised to find Aziraphale already lying on the couch, one foot propped on the back.

“Thank you.”

Aziraphale cracked an eye open. “Hm?”

“You invited them, didn’t you?”

The demon grinned, closing his eye. “Obviously.”

Crowley smiled fondly, kicking off his boots and padding across the floor to sit down beside him. He poked a finger into Aziraphale’s plump belly. “You didn’t have to do that.” Blue eyes opened and gave him a skeptical look. “You didn’t!”

“And have you pining for another three months, wondering what the little bastard was up to?” He flapped a hand dismissively. “Please! I can only take so much.”

Crowley studied him. “Bullshit.”

The demon’s eyes widened comically. “Did you just… bullshit me, my dear?”

“I did and I’d do it again,” Crowley said and jabbed him in the belly again. “I saw you talking to him as well. You miss him too.”

“Shut up!”

“You do.” He grinned leaning down over the demon. “You know I can feel love, don’t you, you daft bugger. You love that little rascal.”

Aziraphale glowered at him, pushing himself up on his elbows. “You can’t prove anything.”

Crowley laughed. “Don’t have to. You’re a big softy.”

“I beg your pardon!”

“You,” Crowley said, eyes dancing, as he leaned in closer, “are soft.”

“Angel, you’re pushing your luck,” the demon growled in warning.

“You won’t want this then?” Crowley held his phone up in front of Aziraphale’s eyes, showing him the photo he’d caught of Warlock laughing as Aziraphale taught him a new obscene hand gesture.

Aziraphale stared at it, then back at him. “Oh, you evil bugger!”

Crowley dropped a kiss on the end of his nose. “You’re welcome.”