#her fathers are both super proud and a bit terrified for her

[tododeku-or-bust]

"Captain, your men are waiting for you."

At ease

With helmet

Achillean wrath

I wanted to give Philia a different style of armor, something flashy that I hadn't seen before. Then I thought- her grandmother Thetis is of the sea; why not inlaid with mother of pearl? You can't miss her on the battlefield, not that you would anyway- with her afro completely up in her stylized helmet, Philia stands at an impressive seven feet tall.

"Oh but someone could reach her head" Good luck with that.

Reference: my queen, Jade Cargill

[gay-dorito-dust]

Can you do a fluff hurt/comfort dad Jason’s 4 year old daughter has a nightmare and Jason is there to comfort her?.

‘Kira is defiantly your child.’ You said as Jason brought you into his chest after you had made yourself comfortable, kissing the top of your head, smiling sleepily. ‘Oh yeah? I wouldn’t have guessed.’ He replied sarcastically and so you bit his bicep in retaliation, causing Jason to jolt in surprise. ‘Ow! What was that for you bitty little shit?’ He cried out, looking down at the bite mark you left on him. It wasn’t deep but it was evident that you did indeed bite him.

‘Watch your mouth, Kira is in the other room! She could hear you!’ You hissed, not wanting Jason’s crudeness and fondness for profanities to rub off on your daughter but if the way she acted before you tucked her into bed was anything to go off by, she was already on her way of being a miniature version of her father in every sense of the word.

Jason raised his brows at you. ‘Says the one who just insinuated that she’s already just like me, so what’s a bit of swearing going to do?’

‘Jason.’ You warned and he immediately backs off, knowing when to stop while he’s ahead.

‘Alright, alright I’m sorry chipmunk, I didn’t mean to be a right dickhead.’ Jason apologised and kissed your forehead but before you could scold him again, the door to yours and Jason’s bedroom burst open as Kira’s silhouette could be seen from the doorway. ‘Princess?’ Jason called as he and you sat up in bed in tandem, worry taken over as you both got a better look at your sweet little girl, the same sweet girl who’d smile so widely you swore her smile could stretch for miles.

A sniffle is all you or Jason could hear and it immeditly sent you into protective mode.

‘Baby are you okay?’ You asked, feeling your heart break even further for every sniffle that escaped your beautiful baby girl.

Kira looked as though she had been crying from the tear streaks on her cheeks, she was holding onto her plush of RedHood tightly against her as though she was scared to relinquish it’s comfort for anyone. ‘I-had a nightmare.’ She hiccuped as one of her tiny hands rubbed away the tears from her eyes. ‘Come here baby girl.’ Jason said softly as he pulled aside the covers for her, and without hesitation the little girl had burrowed herself between you and Jason, trying to cuddling up to the both of you in search of comfort from her parents she was certain would protect her from the monsters.

‘Your safe sweetheart,’ Jason reassured, picking Kira up and placing her on top of his chest, laying a hand against her back and began rubbing soothing patterns, ‘the monsters won’t get you whilst your with daddy, you wanna know why?’

‘Why?’ Kira asked tiredly, feeling instantly comforted by her father’s warmth. Jason smiled and said ‘because the monsters wouldn’t dare go after you when you daddy’s here, they’re scared of me but I know that they’re also scared of you too peanut.’ He booped her on the nose, making her laugh which lightened your heart. ‘That’s why they’re trying to scare you to hide the fact that they’re absolutely terrified of the powerful Kira Todd.’ Kira raises her head to look at you. ‘Is daddy lying?’ You gasped, raising a hand to your chest. ‘Your father? Lying? Heavens no!’ Kira giggled at your dramatics as Jason silently used his free hand to pull you towards his chest, where you placed a kiss against it and Kira’s forehead and smoothing out her hair. ‘You’re a powerful being princess, the monsters in your nightmare are just jealous and envious of how much of a better person you are.’ You told her.

Kira yawned, struggling to keep her eyes open. ‘I am super strong Kira Todd, like my daddy and monsters fear me because they wish they were me.’ She muttered sleepily as she rested her head back down on Jason’s chest, clutching his sleep shirt tightly in her firsts. ‘So very very strong is my little girl.’ Jason murmured as he pressed a kiss to her head. ‘I’m so proud of her, so very proud.’ You smiled gently at the soft interaction between your daughter and Jason, finding yourself falling in love with him all over again as if you hadn’t already fallen deeply enough the first time. ‘Sweet dreams sweetheart, we’ll join you in there soon.’ You whispered, kissing her forehead as you both watch her yawn one more time before drifting off into a deep slumber.

You were the next to yawn and Jason couldn’t help but laugh as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, holding your head against his chest. ‘Alright I think it’s time that you get some sleep yourself chipmunk.’ He told you but instead of agreeing with him, you decided to be stubborn. ‘No, I’m not…I’m not sleepy yet. Nowhere near..’ you trailed off as sleep began to fog your mind and make your eyelids heavy. ‘Nope, off to sleep with you lovely.’ Jason replied as he began to stroke the back of your neck, knowing it’s the easiest way to get you to relax and go to sleep.

‘Okay.’ You murmur and with a few neck rubs later, you were out like a light against Jason’s chest as he watched over the two most precious people in his life. ‘I love you both, so fucking much that I’d do anything for you both…I hope you both know that because if not I’m not doing enough to prove it as a father.’ He said to no one in particular as he tightened his protective hold on both you and Kira as he soon joined you both in the land of dreams, protecting you both there as he did in reality.

[animekpopsimp]

hi I wanted to request a demon slayer fanfic,On how the hashiras would be as like parents like things that there kids have learned from them or like similar traits they have with their parent. Maybe the hashiras teaching them there breathing style??? (Sorry if that made no sense,I suck at explaining stuff) and if you do decide you want to do this THANK YOU

The Hashira as Parents

Giyu

When you were born, Giyu was scared

He didn't know how to be a parent, but he was willing to try

It takes him time to get used to, but he loves you a lot

However, being a Demon Slayer means he isn't home all the time

Giyu makes up for that by spending time with you when he can

Part of him wonders why he deserves a wonderful child like you

He just hopes that he can be a good enough father

You unintentionally pick up small things from your father

Such as his awkward personality

He encourages you to be more social, though both of you have trouble doing so

When it comes to teaching you his breathing style, he's hesitant

He knows being a Demon Slayer is dangerous, but he'll eventually agree, as long as he's the one training you

Shinobu

Becoming a mother wasn't something Shinobu had considered before

But, it was a welcome change in her life

She's very doting, and always makes sure you feel loved

She also has the help of Kanao, Aoi, and the triplets when it comes to taking care of you

Which is a big help since she can get busy

You subconsciously pick up a lot of rabbits from your mother, including her apathetic personality

It creeps the other Hashira out how similar the two of you are

She hesitantly agrees to train you to become a demon slayer

She teaches you her breathing style, intending to have you take over her position as Hashira some day

Rengoku

Rengoku is such an enthusiastic father

He absolutely adores you and while he may not be the perfect parent, he tries his best

To say you were a carbon copy of your father would be an understatement

You look exactly like him, which sometimes freaks people out

You also have the same enthusiastic personality as him, as well as his love of food

When it comes to learning Flame Breathing, you're a natural

He trusts you to become a Demon Slayer since he knows how skilled you are

Though, deep down he worries for your safety every time you go on a mission

He's overall a proud father

Tengen

He's a super proud father and he will brag about you

You look a lot like him, which is another thing he won't stop bragging about

He encourages you to dress just like he does, "because it's flashy" he tells you

He won't let anyone else train you to become a demon slayer and ends up taking you in as his tsukgo

One of the most important lessons he teaches you is to value your life during missions

It would destroy him if you didn't come back home one day

Overall, he's a very proud dad who cares a lot

Mitsuri

Mitsuri is the kind of mother who's very doting

She's always making sure you eat enough and that you're taking good care of yourself

Forget about ever being insecure about yourself, because Mitsuri will never allow it

The moment she notices that you are feeling down about yourself, she's comforting you until you feel better

Also, she won't ever embarrass you if you have a crush

In fact, she encourages you to pursue them, as long as they have good intentions of course

If you do want to be a demon slayer, she will be a bit hesitant, but will still encourage you in the end

She'll even train you, coaching you in using her breathing style

Sanemi

Sanemi never had a good relationship with his father

Because of that, he never saw himself being the fatherly type

So when you come along, it terrifies him

Though he swears to be better than his own father

Despite his rough nature, he's a surprisingly gentle parent

Of course, he'll scold you when he needs you, but he's never harsher than he has to be

At first, he straight up tells you that you can't become a demon slayer

He deosn't want you to put your life at risk

But eventually, he relents and lets you become a demon slayer, only if he's the one who trains you though

Giyomei

A very gentle father

He still teaches you discipline since he knows it's an important trait to have

You both have soft-spoken personalities, but can also be very stern at times

It's honestly scary how similar the two of you are

He's willing to teach you his breathing style and how to be a demon slayer since he knows there would be no point in stopping you

But he always worries

His worst fear is losing you

Obanai

As soon as he became a father, he promised that you would have a better childhood than he did

He ends up spoiling you without even realizing it, but if someone points it out, he won't stop

He's also very protective, he's already lost people before and doesn't want to go through it again

Despite that, he will let you become a demon slayer

granted, no one else but him is allowed to train you since he only trusts himself to make sure you're strong enough

A lot of people point out that you two are really similar to each other

It kind of uncanny, but it makes him proud

[jedimasterbailey]

Tales of the Empire Thoughts (Mostly About Barriss)

I know I’m a little late to the party in terms of laying out my thoughts on Tales of the Empire but honestly I needed a few days to process and digest what happened (not to mention being on vacation delayed that process as well). Obviously as a Barriss stan/fanfic writer/blogger y’all know that those episodes were the upmost priority for me and I will be rewatching those episodes on repeat like no other since it’s been far too long since Barriss has had her time to shine. 

The majority of this post will be centered around those specific episodes because I’m just gonna just go ahead and say that the Morgan Elsbeth episodes were boring and didn’t tell me anything I didn’t already know about the character. Also the bullshit reasoning as to why Morgan doesn’t obviously look Dathomiran is so dumb in that my brain will malfunction if I think about it too much. If the “magic going away” thing was true then how do you explain Merrin and Ventress who still have power and retain their clear Dathomiran appearance? Either way, there is no way Darth Felonious could explain his “logic” to me there because it is all too clear that Morgan was never meant to be Dathomiran in the first place. She was just a bad lady with a spear and that’s that. Love the actress, but the character is just lame. Furthermore, it is so clear that the hat man knows absolutely nothing about Thrawn and I’m not even a Thrawn stan but why even if the guy involved if he just says a few words and leaves? Now before y’all come for me, yes I’m aware these episodes are shorts and the time is precious but to me they could have dedicated more time into explaining to me why Morgan is so loyal to Thrawn. Her reasoning for wanting to join the Empire is empty too in that the Separatists that annihilated her race is now the Empire so…to me that’s not enough reasoning for Morgan to be so dedicated. The only parts that had me engaged were the Grevious bits which were both beautiful and frightening at the same time.

Now onto the meat which is the Barriss arc which has me both elated and frustrated at the same time. Let’s begin with the stuff I absolutely love.

1.) Barriss proving herself to not be committed to the Dark Side/Empire is a huge win for me and other Barriss super fans who have been preaching this for over a decade. We knew from the moment the trailer came out that Barriss was just going to do what it took to survive and even though she was forced into doing things she really did not want to do, she stayed true to herself and escaped before it was too late. The light in her never left nor did it ever leave her and I just know that Luminara would have been so proud of her. Barriss constantly questioning the Grand Inquisitor and the Fourth Sister had me smiling because that is just Barriss. She will always question things that seem off and will defend her beliefs and values no matter what the danger to herself may be. The line of reclaiming her position of a Jedi is my absolute favorite line and gave me all the feels I get whenever Luke tells Palpatine that he is a Jedi like his father. On a final note, I loved that she showed genuine concern/fear for what was happening to the Jedi when Order 66 was happening and demanded an answer. 

2.) Barriss being a healer and a protector. It is so satisfying to see it canon on screen that Barriss remains to be a healer after years of being obsessed with the Legends Medstar lore. I absolutely loved that Barriss took off her mask to the terrified boy in the village and protected him against the Fourth Sister’s unnecessary wrath only to save the non-binary (yay representation!) Jedi from death later that day. It all just makes me so happy to get that validation that Barriss has always had a big heart which makes her stand out from other Jedi in my opinion. 

3.) Barriss sporting that lesbian pixie cut with the adorable laugh/smile lines and being a healer in the mountains helping Force sensitive and the sick/injured just makes my day. It warms my heart to see Barriss be at peace and doing so much good after so much pain and trauma from her past. Though I do miss her hood and would like to see a head covering on her again. Also doing the math, Barriss should be in her thirties during the third episodes so why did they age her up so much? I’ve heard the theory of the Force healing taking her life force but damn Luminara was in her late thirties during the Clone Wars and she had like nothing 😅 One other note that makes me smile is that Barriss is referred to as a ��wise mother” and that’s just everything.  Also she looks and acts like just like Luminara they truly could be mother and daughter it’s so sweet 💚💙

4.) Barriss defeating an Inquisitor without a weapon of her own and catching a blade with the Force is so fucking badass, I could re-watch that sequence on repeat forever. 

5.)The vague Ahsoka mention had my Barrissoka heart exploding. I demand an animated Barrissoka show immediately. 

Now here are the bits that have me frustrated and I demand that Darth Felonious fixes them later.

1.) The lack of closure between Barriss and Ahsoka/Luminara. Barriss hurt a lot of people from her actions but at the very least it would be nice to see her repair the damage she inflicted on the people closest to her. We never saw anything in regards to Luminara’s reaction to the bombing and knowing what gruesome fate awaits her in Rebels, I was so hoping the two would meet again, make amends before Luminara inevitably sacrificed herself as a final act of love and forgiveness for her Padawan. As for Ahsoka…if the two are able to work together in the future, could we at least see how exactly that came to be? I’m personally growing tired of major developments happening off-screen and we as an audience are just expected to roll with it. Again I’m aware these are shorts, but why do they have to be shorts? Why can’t we just delete the boring Morgan episodes and get like a movie or limited series on this exact journey? 

2.) The return of yet another ambiguous ending for Barriss. I am a firm believer that Barriss is alive granted that people seem to get stabbed all the time in Star Wars and they get to live so why not Barriss? I understand what they’re doing with Barriss getting through to the Fourth Sister to show us that Barriss has come full circle in her journey from dark to light, however since I’m forced to believe that Barriss had some sort of relationship with this random Inquisitor pre-Empire instead of someone who did have a significant relationship to her, it falls flat for me and it enrages me that if Barriss were to die from this….well I just don’t have words for that. So now I’m wondering if I’m going to have to wait another 10 years to get answers. Thank the Force for fanfic and fanart to get me through. 

3.) Does Barriss even know what the Empire did her Master? Because… I feel that’s another huge story thats being missed here. Ahsoka was able to get some closure with Anakin, why can’t Barriss have the same with Luminara? 

4.) Never getting anything in terms of what pushed Barriss to bomb the Jedi temple in the first place. That’s my biggest beef with the original Clone Wars series since we see no development as to how Barriss goes from a kind gifted Padawan healer to mastermind of a terror plot. That could a book or show on its own. 

5.) Star Wars continuing to miss what a satisfying redemption arc is. Not only do we need to understand what got a character to do the crime(s) but we need to see the growth that comes from it. That’s what makes the Obi-Wan Kenobi show so good to me is that I now know how Obi-Wan grew from RotS to where we meet him in ANH. I would love to see the same for Barriss, because you just know she’s been on very spiritual/emotional journey to get to where she was at the end of the show. 

6.) Why was Vader even in this? Given the history Barriss and Anakin share, it is incredible that nothing happened between them post ROTS. And this is like fresh Vader still full of grief and anger by what’s happened so I doubt seeing Barriss even as an Inquisitor initiate would be anymore soothing. I just don’t understand…what a waste. Something more epic and cathartic could have come out of that interaction.

Well I’m done ranting for now, I’m curious to know what your guy’s thoughts are. Otherwise my brain is buzzing with fanfic story ideas and I’ll be getting back on the writing horse as I re-Watch the Barriss episodes into oblivion. 

[missyandthemisfits]

Grand Line Baby Daddies pt2

Franky

BD Franky is SUPER excited to be a dad, tells just about everyone he can, to include Marines and randos in passing - team too much

BD Franky doesn't want you to lift a single pretty finger, Big Daddy (as he dubbed himself) has got everything under control... save for cooking

BD Franky is so tender despite the hulking handyman he is, v soft with newborn daughter 

BD Franky is SUPER proud when a 3 year old girly decides to make alterations to the toy her dad handcrafted- it's destroyed now but it's nothing he can't fix

BD Franky promises forever on sunset skylines, surprisingly suave up until he's asking for baby #2

Jimbei 

BD Jimbei has been around for a while, seen quite a bit in his time, is still somehow wholly unprepared for being a father - or so he thinks

BD Jimbei is responsible and very attentive, also not a bad cook at all - is still to this day a little flustered with pda

BD Jimbei is torn between letting his young son make his own mistakes and providing him with teachings himself - ultimately does both 

BD Jimbei strongly prefers a committed relationship with his BM but understands if she chooses to be with someone else, not an ounce of bitterness, an amazing coparent 

BD Jimbei is honestly v shocked at the strength of his half fishman son, starts training immediately after he kicks through a wall in tantrum 

Trafalgar D Water Law

BD Law is fucking terrified inwardly - outwardly he's trying and failing to hold it together at the news

 BD Law doesn't have much faith in himself but the second his daughter is born promises to do whatever it takes for you and his baby and he means it

BD Law is stern as Hell with you and his (other) baby girl, but enough poking and prodding and he'll cave in to just about anything. Hint: weak to pouting

BD Law is v particular about what you and his pumpkin put into your bodies, demands the cook stick to specific food groups - lots of veggies and protein 

BD Law cherishes both of you. His greatest fear is losing his newfound family, but a small part of him thinks Corazon is protecting you both from beyond

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

Noelle - what is your OC's relationship with their parents?

Raissa - how far is your OC willing to go to get what they believe is right?

(For Robbie and Akash)

Intangibility - how have you stepped out of your comfort zone?

Heya! Thanks for the ask! (From this ask game based on my WIP The Secret Portal!)

Noelle - what is your OC's relationship with their parents?

Robbie - This is an interesting one, since his parents are very kind and I'd say good parents, but it's hard to say how close he is to them. Due to their hours, Robbie's parents aren't always home, so he does have to take the bus home to an empty house. There's no strain; Robbie's actually a pretty understanding and empathetic person. They'll go on vacation together when both can take off time. So I'd say his relationship with his parents is good, just not super close.

Akash - Well his dad's been dead for a while so there's no real relationship there, but Akash does take interest in the man his dad was. He still finds ways to be close to him through stories and pictures and other objects. There would be loyalty there. As for his mother, he got to spend quite a bit of time with her. Sure, the Staffords did step in often, but they were not a replacement for his mother, or his father. His connection with his mother is hard to define. He feels deeply close to her, intrinsically connected to her. If there was a way to bring both parents back, he would in a heartbeat.

Raissa - how far is your OC willing to go to get what they believe is right?

Robbie - The kid got into a school fight in the honor of a friend, and that's just the beginning of it. Despite not wanting to be seen as a hero, Robbie is very compulsive and feels a drive to do what he believes is right, screw the consequences. It's not so much that he doesn't have any forward thinking--he overthinks, and will run through many scenarios in his head in a few seconds, but then he'll say "screw that" and do it anyway. He'd light the world on fire for those he loves.

Akash - Akash is more hesitant than Robbie to light the world on fire, but he'd find a less extreme way to do the right thing, and if Robbie lit the world on fire, I believe he'd be right there next to him with a fire extinguisher saying something like "if you thought this was the best option, I totally trust your judgement, dude, but maybe warn me next time." Akash would actually be more likely to put himself on the line for someone else, on a smaller more personal scale. He's going to put other's needs before his own, for sure, not usually thinking of the consequences.

Intangibility - how have you stepped out of your comfort zone?

Ah, a me question?

Hm, this is a difficult one. Let's think about this.

TSP - I stepped out of my comfort zone the moment I opened it up for beta reading. People reading my shit?? That I don't know??? Nerve racking. But also in general making so many revisions and dropping stuff completely has been a comfort zone I've broken out of in the past. I used to not, well, do that. Just kinda go with what I had until I hit a wall. But I've made tough calls of what to keep, and I'm proud of that.

SOTL - Haven't really found a comfort zone to be shattered yet. I guess the closest is the decision to research lesser known fairy tales from a variety of cultures instead of just the easy ones most Americans/Westerners know, but I haven't, well, done that reading yet... I will! But that's the closest I got.

IWAJAD - The concept of everything being a metaphor/symbol terrifies me. It's not like I'm a completely literal person, I love overanalyzing shit, but writing larger metaphors and symbolism is not my strongest suit. This one will be a challenge for sure.

Thanks so much for the ask!

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SOTL intro

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Stayed up all night working on this so I hope you all enjoy my version of the Dagoth family

So here's Ma Dagoth (Merva) and all the bros (Araynys being the oldest and Voryn being the youngest)

I apologize for the doodles in advance but i'll explain them better don't worry lolz

These are pretty much my ocs at this point

Gilvoth, Uthol and Voryn are full blood brothers (as i have it in Chimer culture it's very common to have open relationships/multiple partners. Especially if you are a part of one of the major houses, it was only after the Tribubal began their god hood that Dunmer began to practice monogamy as the tribunal kinda pushed it onto them)

Gilvoth is the eldest and Voryn the youngest between these bros (and to explain the symbols, i decided to have it that the symbols represent their magical abilities which i may explain in a different post)

Gilvoth is a gay man who has an unrequited crush on king Dumac, he also doesn't get along very well with Tureynul (why? Nobody knows anymore)

Uthol is Bisexual and has a dwemer gf named Tann, He's a big mamas boy similar to Voryn. He's terrified of Voryn at times

And Voryn, head of the Dagoth house, councilor and a spoiled lil kid with a crush on his best friend. Do NOT trust child Voryn with scissors if you value your hair.

They both come from a Chimer father (don't have any info on the dads yet so)

Next! Endus and Odros

They're twins! I thought it'd be a cute idea to do so lolz

Both of them are very talkative, love throwing parties and are chubby boys!!

They both hail from a dwemer father who isn't really in their lives much (mainly due to distance + working under the previous King)

Tureynul isn't full blood related to any of the other bros, and somehow he's worse than Voryn at times. Very snobbish and uptight, kinda sour he didn't get picked to be the head of the family

He hails from a snow elf father! Which people are almost confused on how they're related since his dad is super sweet

Vemyn is adopted!

Thought it'd be funni that Uthol just found him on the street and dragged him back home like 'can we keep him pls?'

Possibly the most sane of the brothers, He's just chilling in the corner

And finally the oldest Araynys who was stuck on babysitting duty for a good majority of his life

And is also sour that Voryn got picked to be head of the house, he also has a small big crush on Almalexia. He's currently glaring at Nerevar lol

Tired older bro

They all love their ma !!

I have it that Merva is a very caring and loving woman, though she can be 'mean' at times when it comes to those 'messing' with her family (ex: She wasn't fairly kind around Tann or Nerevar for a bit, until she realized they weren't just trying to get into their house)

She's very proud of all her sons no matter what they're doing with their life, she's a good ma to her sons and to her sons friends

In order from first born to last

Araynys, Gilvoth, Tureynul, Uthol, Odros, Endus, Vemyn, Voryn

[yanzinator]

Why are you so proud to be so antisemitic?

I'm not? Antisemitism is hatred against Jews and as much as I hate it, I know ahavas yisroel and all that, but there is this one Jew that I do hate because, (strap in) picture this. So 2 years or so ago, this guy, he does tshuvah, and for his teacher, technically he's not a rabbi, but the entire journey the guy is guided by my father who acts as a rabbi for this guy. He comes to our house shabboses, holidays, friendly, great guy overall. Fast forward a year and a half or so. This guy is chabad chassidish, super religious, and he's looking to marry. It takes a while, He gets on a religious dating show, doesn't find anyone there, but soon after he finds a shidduch. couple weeks later, It's purim, He and this girl are getting married. Everyone in my shul are saying he's a good guy, so she trusts him based on that. This guy, his shidduch, and her aunt, are staying at our house for about a week before the wedding and a few days after. Thursday after Purim, the wedding happens. Everyones happy. Next friday night (shabbos) I walk downstairs to hear him screaming. He's yelling at, threatening both his newlywed wife and her aunt like they just murdered his family. My dad is trying really hard to calm him down to no success. This goes on for a couple minutes until he leaves in a huff to go to shul, and his wife is crying on the couch, and her aunt is also terrified. We do our kiddush without him, she doesn't feel much better, it's a very sad kiddush. She goes to sleep, her aunt stays to talk with my mom a bit more about it, then he comes back, and so does half the regular congregation who could tell something was up because what's a newlywed doing in shul without his wife? At this point he's also a bit drunk (but he insisted and kept insisting the next day he wasn't), he sees her aunt and starts yelling at her that she ruined this marriage, and because of her he doesn't want his wife anymore (he thought she still wanted him after that.) imaging 8 people trying to calm this dude down, then my mom hears this and yells at him that she doesn't want him. He tries to run towards her presumably to physically attack her, at this point 9 people including me, holding him back. His wife wakes up, comes to the door sees him screaming and yells at him that he should be ashamed of himself, and goes back to her room crying. They were planning on going on a honeymoon across south america for a few months, but she decided she's not safe with him alone and returned to her family in israel, with him, they kept trying to make the marriage work. Anyway, last tuesday, his ex-wife comes to visit us in Jerusalem (where we were for... reasons). Her divorce was just finalized. She says that the last few months were that night and worse. We celebrated the end of the horrible marriage with sushi. A few days later he visits us. My dad is seemingly friendly with him, I put on a we're cool face, it felt awful, He talked with my dad for a while, I heard this fucker bragging "Yeah man I went from chiloni to bachelor to married to bachelor in the shortest amount of time" like it was something to be proud of. So anyway my hatred of that guy is the only antisemitism I have. I'm not proud of it but I can't bring myself to forgive that fucker. I've also never mentioned it so idk why you think I'm proud of that? unless of course you don't actually know what antisemitism is beyond "bad guy" and because you're actually antisemetic you think the Jews are the antisemites.

[xtinyslip]

lcvenderhcze​:

“DAD. YOU ARE A HERO. I THINK… I THINK IT’S HOPE WHO HAS FORGOTTEN WHO SHE IS. heroes don’t.. kill people, right? not like that. and she’s hanging around some very scary people lately. i’m not a fan of kang. he nearly killed us, i know that, but.. he had a kid. morgan took him in. he’s a really sweet kid and he’s asking about his dad all the time and… yeah, i’ve been there. i know what that’s like. just.. makes me feel bad. am i so terrible to feel bad that he died like that?” she bit down on her lower lip, because.. yes, maybe it was a betrayal towards her family to feel like this. after all, hope had done what she had for all of them, right? “i love you, dad. always. you know that. i’m not a little girl anymore. i’m here for you. to have your back for anything, okay?” she moved forward, wrapping her arms tightly around him and right now, she did not want to let go, that was for sure. she could not. right? “she’s doing great! at least, i think so. i think that what she did for marcus was really brave. and disbanding kang’s company with hope and destroying all his tech.. that was a smart move on their end. of course, you know that grandpa’s dating morgan’s mom, so… we all see each other all the time.” and right now, her father would get to be a part of that and cassie couldn’t be happier that was the case. right? “are you.. are you sure? you always said that it took grandpa being shot for hope to even call him dad again. they’re just… super stubborn. both of them. the - lock them in a room together and force them to get along - type, wouldn’t you agree?” that was a little joke and yes, perhaps that was the truth. she was a terrified kid, when it came to all this. “you know he’ll tell you that he doesn’t need it at first. tried telling me the same thing. he’s just so stubborn, but.. i have a feeling he needs us. REALLY NEEDS US.” cassie had a feeling that was the case. “do you think so? that things could be okay again?”

@xtinyslip

“i don’t think i could have said it better myself. i think that’s exactly what’s happening and i think i know why. i just need to figure out how to stop it.” to prevent it from going any further and for hope to lose who she was for good. this was his fault. right? he’d died, come back with no memories and then he had died again. there was no wonder she was mad... he didn’t know what he would have done if this was the other way around. scott listened, nodding his head to show that he was taking in all her concerns and every word she was saying. “the kids with morgan? okay, that’s good. that’s good.”  he nodded, responding to parts of the conversation at a time because it had been a lot. “are you kidding me? no, course it doesn’t make you a bad person. it makes you... you.” was it obvious how proud he was? god, he hoped so. “you are not a bad person for not wanting that to happen to someone. even if that someone is kang. i don’t disagree that he had to go... but like that? i feel terrible about it too.” there had to have been other options that they hadn’t thought of. right? like sending kang back to the quantum realm? like anything. killing kang may have been their last resort but torture? leaving a kid without any parents at all? no, he could never agree with that. “i couldn’t imagine anyone else i want more to have my back right now. okay? but i still need you safe. little girl or not.” he smiled sadly, holding her close, arms wrapped tightly around her. she was his everything, she always had been. “well, i’m glad you seem to have found a good friend.” the rest of what she had said was still processing. “kang’s technology -- it’s all gone?” was it? because at least now if he did come back they stood a fighting chance. that was a move he did agree with. “i agree they are both stubborn.” he smiled. “but i think hope has some healing to do before we lock her in a room with anyone.” right? and that was his gentle approach to the subject. “he’s your grandpa so if he needs us? we’ll be there. i promise.” he nodded. “i think that i’m not willing to give up until they are. what about you?” @lcvenderhcze

[leggerefiore]

everyone's talking about yanderes and kidnapping and toxic twitter fans and can i just request some nice normal wholesome headcanons of emmet and ingo playing and bonding with their kids??? fucked up train men kidnapping you and tying you up is sexy and all but you know what's even sexier??? two well-adjusted men with a healthy relationship with both their spouses and their children

anon i'm on kick rn... u'll get ur fluffy train men, but at the cost of terrible grammar (so the usual) and it just being some imagines because i am a bit wiped on hcs atm.

Ingo showing his son the driver's area who just stands there gaping. He eventually begs his dad to let him drive it, who gives a firm no. Not until he's been properly trained. Ingo lets out a small chuckle at his pun while his son joins him. The older twin does, however, let him wear his hat and yell 'all abroad'. The sheer volume of his kid makes him proud. Truly, he is Ingo's offspring.

He also gifts him a baby Litwick. It's a big responsibility, certainly, but his son is so much alike him that he trusts this task in his careful hands. The candle pokemon is immediately hugged by the small boy, who tears up and thanks Ingo over and over again. His son may have no interest in being a trainer, but he's ever grateful that the boy is willing to handle pokemon.

Litwick is seen cuddling him throughout the home, deeply attached. No one dares bully him, knowing that the terrifying trainer Ingo is his father. Though, the do politely ask him to stop describing different types of train cars and their functions. This upsets him deeply. Ingo and Emmet both sit down and nod at his descriptions to cheer him up, despite already having this information present in their brains. They clap and Ingo yells a 'bravo!' which makes his son blush.

Ingo 100% has dressed his son in some of his clothes he kept from when he was younger and taken more photos the necessary because he found him so adorable. His child(ren) are the most precious thing to him alongside his brother and his partner. He refuses to miss a single thing when it comes to them. He still does occasionally, but feels awful the entire time.

Emmet's daughters have no interest in trains and keep harassing him for battles. He shows them no mercy, seeing their potential. They often pop up separately on his Super Line or together on the Super Multi Line to challenge him and Ingo. It's always evenly matched, and he loves it. His children love battling just as much as he does, and his competitive spirit clearly was inherited by them.

He gifts them a Joltik each, but only one of them actually trained theirs. The other kept the electric spider as a pet and companion. He was a bit saddened by this, having bred both to be perfect for competitive battling, but he can't very well make them use what they don't want to. He is verrrrry happy to see her Joltik scuttle about with a cute accessory attached onto them. He giggles when they steal a battery before running back her.

It came as no surprise when that daughter came to him with big eyes, telling him of her plans to become a contest star with the Joltik he had gifted her. While he may not of had that in mind when breeding for them, he is excited to see a new use for his beloved bug types. He helps her pick out an outfit, practise poses, and for interviews. By the end, she feels properly trained to tackle a contest. If only they had any in Unova. She cries for a week, and he brings he sweets in a desperate attempt to cheer her up.

The other is determined to become champion of Unova and is constantly wondering around debating battle strategies and teams. Emmet helps her along, finding her passion endearing. She's constantly bouncing ideas off him and battling him whenever he's available to test them out. Eventually, she declares that she is going to take on the gym challenge. Emmet cheers her on as she goes through each town. You know he brought Ingo, her sister, her other parent, Elesa, and her cousin to support her as she finally reaches the elite four. It's a bit embarrassing for her to see her entire family watching her, but she's happy to show off just how powerful the Joltik, now Galvantula, her father had gifted her had become.

[missdawnandherdusk]

Hufflepuff!Muggleborn Extensive Dating A Malfoy Headcanons:

Okay so this got very long very fast but I apologize for nothing.

So you’re pretty much terrified of getting your Hogwarts letter because you have no idea what magic is but now you’re a wizard???

You go anyway and see a blond little boy at Diagon Alley with his parents and his mother has the same list as your dad does

So maybe you follow the little boy around and pick out the things he does because he seems to know what he’s doing

Then you heard his father hiss “disgusting mud blood” your way and your face kinda falls because you thought maybe you found someone who could help and we’ll never mind

Your dad takes your hand and snaps at Lucius “what kind of example is that for your son? No, I’m not one of your lot but you shouldn’t take it out on my daughter!”

Draco peeks out from behind his fathers robes and looks at the tears in your eyes and maybe he does feel a little bad

You absolutely adore your wand

At the station a few older years can tell you’re new and very Muggle in your tshirt jeans and converse that they sort of adopt you one of them being Cedric

You’re not so scared anymore because it seems like maybe these people aren’t so bad

Some kid named Fred buys you a Chocolate Frog and his twin warns you about their sentience

You meet a few other first years and Hermione Granger whos also a muggle and you sort of lament about all of it. She’s super excited because there’s so much to learn and you start to adopt her perspective

You see the boy from Diagon Alley sneering and bullying other kids and you go up to him with the same fire in your eyes that you dad had and tell the boy off a-al-Muggle

He just laughs and scoffs but you don’t back down which scares him because everyone always backs down

Big brother Cedric comes over and tells Malfoy off for calling you a mudblood again and ushered you back to a compartment of other Hufflepuffs and someone explains to you the house system

“Well that’s kinda stupid,” you decide “why should we be separated based on what a magical hat thinks we might be?”

Cedric grins at you because you remind him of himself and stands clapping when you’re sorted into Hufflepuff

Momma Sprout helps you so much because she knows that her muggle born kiddos need the extra comfort and encouragement

You have Herbology with the Slytherins and that meant Draco Malfoy his name was rattling around your head since the Sorting Ceremony

You end up partners with him. You’re shy and quiet and he’s dismissive and snappy.

“Draco you shouldn’t—“ “Don’t tell me what to do! Filthy little mudblood.” You sit back and watch the Doxy bite him “well get help!” He demands “I thought you didn’t want a mudbloodas help,” you snap. He gives you a hopeless look and you administer the antidote and produce a Bandaid “stupid muggle bandage”

While he’s sulking you handle the Doxy properly and show him how it’s done without being snotty about it. Maybe you smirk at him when you catch him leaning in and watching closely

It’s not friendship but he doesn’t call you mudblood anymore so... there’s that

Cedric nearly has a heart attack when he asks about your first day and you tell him about Draco

You find your footing at Hogwarts and though you’re not the best in class you can still do magic and it’s SO FRICKIN COOL MOM I MADE A FEATHER FLOAT TODAY

You chat with Draco thoughout the year in class well you talk to him he doesn’t say much. “And my mom was so proud when I told her about the Goblin wars and my dad wants to see me leviosa a feather but I told him I can’t do magic outside of school...”

Then there’s a quiet “your parents are proud of you? And interested in all this stuff?”

You look at him, mystified and “...yes? They’re proud of whatever I do,” Draco looks down and continues to sketch the bowtruckle which is almost life like on how accurate it is

You write to your parents immediately asking them to send a letter to Draco and tell them all about his really good drawings in Herbology

It takes a few days but one morning Draco comes up to you in the Great Hall with a parcel

“I think this is yours, your stupid owl gave it to me” he sulks. “It has your name on it,” you point out. “But why would your parents...?” You shrug and go back to talking to your friends and reading your own letter from your mother. Draco huffs and mutters something under his breath and walks away

In Herbology he has a new set of very Muggle graphite pencils and a proper sketchbook and he’s just sketching the Mandrakes on the desk when you come in. He doesn’t say anything and neither do you. He’s less irritable now

It’s second year and you hug your parents and go say hi to your friends before finding a compartment for the long journey. You swap muggle candy for magic candy with your friends

Draco passes your compartment and you wave. He gives a half smile and keeps walking.

“You like him!” Your friends exclaim. “What? No! I don’t!” You turn very red. “He’s just a friend!!” No one is convinced

This year you have potions with Draco and you’re freaking out inside because you don’t know what you’re doing and Snape seems to have it out for you and you’re just a mess.

Draco volunteers to be your partner “to show this mudblood a little decorum and how things are properly done.” He scoffs

You look down, embarrassed but as soon as Draco is next to you, you hear a quiet apology.

You understand the charade he has to put on but you wished he didn’t and you really wish he’d stop calling you mudblood it was rather annoying

He helps you through potions like you helped him through Herbology. This year you have Herbology with the Ravenclaws and he has it with the Gryffindors. He totally whines to you all the time about Harry

Once he’s complaining and accidentally puts in the wrong ingredient and the entire thing threatens to explode. Before you know it, you’re on the ground under Draco who pulled you and the remnants of the potion is shielded from you because Dracos robes are draped over you

Snape scolds you for being stupid and you start to protest but Draco confesses that it was him mistake, not yours. Snape just eyes the pair of you and walks off.

“Thank you,” you stammer out. He rolls his eyes but there’s a soft smile on his face.

Boy does Draco flip out when he hears about the Chamber of Secrets because you’re in potential danger and he would willingly sacrifice Granger to keep you safe

He mentions that to you in Potions one day and you gap at him. “Draco killing anyone for any reason isn’t right.” You scold. There’s a cold look in his eyes and a fire in yours. “But... thank you... for worrying about me,”

Your friends still pester you because they can obviously see you like Draco and maybe you do... but you know he doesn’t like you so you’ll just ignore your feelings

Third year comes and your heart skips a beat when you see Draco because he grew a lot over the summer and his hair is no longer ridiculously slicked back and oh Merlin you’re in trouble

Unbeknownst to you Dracos heart flutters when he sees you and has to fight the urge to wave or say hi to you in front of his father.

This year you have History of Magic together

He sits down next to you without a second thought. You smile and say hi and ask about his summer and then he returns the question. Your muggle summer and his magic summer are both a bit lost on the other

“Didn’t you wear glasses?” He asks one day. “Oh, my mom let me get contacts,” “contacts?” “Um... like plasticy little doodads that go in my eyes and help me see?” He just stares and you laugh. “Too Muggle?” You ask. “Too Muggle,” he replies.

Now it’s a sort of game. Youll come in with something Muggle—Pens, notebooks, lined paper, Muggle books, a watch—and Draco decides whether it’s “too Muggle” or not for him. He quite likes pens and lined paper but you can keep your Muggle books

You tell your parents again and Draco gets a package filled with green notebooks and black pens and a pencil pouch with a snake on it.

You hear about the Buckbeak incident and you rush off to find Draco. He’s in the infirmary snapping at Pomfrey but softens when he sees you

“She’s just trying to help,” you scold softly. “Are you alright?” “Doesn’t hurts much anymore but it’s numb so...”

Pomfrey wants to keep him a few hours to make sure that his body is reacting to the medicine correctly and you stay with him.

“You know I’ve been thinking,” you start. “That’s scary,” he mutters. You hit him playfully and notice that he flinches so hard you note it and continue “I’ve been thinking that it really doesn’t make sense for you to call me a mudblood,” “and why not?” He snaps. “Well, I mean... I’m technically all muggle. If anyone was really a mudblood wouldn’t it be halfbloods? With a muggle and wizard parent?”

He doesn’t have an answer to that. So he sulks quietly. “Why doesn’t it bother you that I call you that?” He asks quietly. You shrug. “Sometimes I wonder if I really belong here. Your adamant hatred for me is comforting. Like I’m doing something right enough to make you upset about it.”

He doesn’t know what to say to that either. He didn’t know that you were insecure about being a wizard. Of course, you belonged here you were wonderful with magic and your hexes were remarkable.

“I don’t hate you,” he mumbled. “Sure you’re annoying with your cheery disposition and your... Converse trainers... but I don’t hate you.” You laugh and he thinks it’s a wonderful sound

“Well, I don’t hate you either,” you smile back. You don’t think it’s something but it’s definitely not nothing

You hear about what happens between he and Hermione and you’re furious because he’s better than that and you can’t believe he would still call her a mudblood

You refuse to talk to him for a few days. Which is hard because he tries to make small talk with you.

One day in class he slips you a folded piece of parchment and you open it. Begrudgingly. “Im sorry, I was an arse. I shouldn’t have called her that.” You take your pen and scribble quickly “you’re apologizing to the wrong person.” And slide it back to him

Draco did apologize to Hermione before he apologized to you and he’s frustrated because he thinks you’ll think he’s lying if he said he already did

Then Hermione finds you in the hall that day and asks if you put Draco up to apologizing to her and you admit yes you did. And she tells you that he apologized a few days ago. Your heart soars and you hug a confused Hermione before running off to find Draco

He’s in the corner of the library, not reading, but drawing. You accidentally sneak up behind him and see that you’re the sketch on his paper.

“I don’t think my hair is quite that long,” you whisper softly and the boy about jumps out of his skin. You apologize quickly and he quickly covers his sketch book, red faced.

“I um. That wasn’t you.” He stammers turning a darker shade of red. You laugh. “Yes it was!” You reach for his sketchbook but he hugs it to his chest. “Oh come on Draco? What am I gonna do? Laugh?” “You’re laughing right now.” He points out. “And it’s not that good anyway...”

You roll your eyes and sit next to him. You offer to pose for him so that he could take his time to draw you. “Well I’m not busy now,” you grin and he sulks a moment before nodding.

You watch his hands work and sift through the pencils as he props the paper up on his knees and instructs you to look somewhere and not to move.

It’s odd, being drawn. You close your eyes and hum softly knowing he was studying you the way he might a bowtruckle or mandrake and it feels weird. A good weird.

He refuses to let you see the drawing even though you persist. You pout and drop the matter, just glad to have a friend in him.

You begin meeting in the library on a weekly basis, partly so he can draw you partly because you’re both struggling in History of Magic and need more study time

Cedric is not happy about any of this and goes very “protective big brother” on you. You tell him off and huff.

You start going to his quidditch matches and maybe he almost runs into a goal post because you smiled and waved at him and he forgot to pay attention

The summer comes and you wave goodbye knowing as soon as he’s around your father you’re going to lose your fried.

But he surprises you and hands you his sketchbook on the train home then quickly runs away to his father and you just stare at it and him and he’s gone, all you see is two heads of silver blond hair receding in the distance

Your parents usher you into the car and it’s maybe two hours before you get to look at the sketchbook

When you do open it you see a sketch of a bowtruckle and “Steve” written one his careful script underneath. You had forgotten that you named the bowtruckle Steve that day in class

The next few sketches are from Herbology. And little notes about class that day, a lot of them are about you. Then there’s a break in Herbology drawings and there’s a drawing of his mother almost perfectly. Then of a family portrait of the three of them. A few vases of flowers. Then you see your face. And again. And again. It’s you. Smiling, laughing, concentrating on a book, raising an eyebrow at him, gnawing in your lip, asleep in class, then the library drawings that are much more detailed.

Then you’re crying and you want to call him and thank him but you CANT BECAUSE HE DOESNT HAVE A PHONE STUPID WIZARD FAMILY

But you do have an owl. You have no idea what to write. So you go with “thank you” and then send it.

You get a letter a few months later and it’s from Draco. He’s asking if you want to go to the Quidditch World Cup with him. “I know you’re Muggle and don’t like Quidditch much but...”

So you’re going with Draco and it’s weird because he’s on your doorstep with his mother and it is just a clash of worlds. You stammer goodbyes to your parents and you’re quickly ushered into the limo of a car next to Draco. You notice he’s changed his hair again and he looks quite dashing in his blazer. You get a little self conscious about your jeans and sweater.

Narcissa is a doll. She asks you about your summer and time as Hogwarts and keeps polite conversation and you thaw a little.

Though you have no idea what’s going on Draco is very excited about the game and is cheering and you can’t help but smile and maybe you take pictures with a Polaroid camera and he just rolls his eyes and you get a picture of him rolling his eyes

Fourth year comes and he is ushered away from you by his friends before he can say hi.

The kids from the other schools show up and you’re convinced that he like Fleur and he thinks you like Cedric and it’s just a mess

He’s back to being irritable and you’re slipping into depression not just because of him but everything is really weighing on you

You’re alone in the Astronomy Tower, your feet dangling off the edge. You had no intention to jump, but it was sort of thrilling. 

Draco flips the fluff out and nearly drags you from the edge. 

“What the hell are you thinking!?” He exclaims. You gape at him because it’s probably the first thing he said to you in a week. He’s just so scared that he was actually going to lose you that he pulls you close and doesn’t let you go. You start crying and everything just comes out in a word dump. Your brother is getting worse and stronger and it’s not good for you and he keeps putting you down and calling you a freak and that “no one is going to love me because I’m a freak and mom and dad think I’m fine because my grades are still fine but Draco I can’t... I’m slipping and... and I feel like I lost you and you were the only one who really believed in me and...” You’re just sobbing.

And he listens. He holds you and listens. 

“You haven’t lost me,” He whispers softly. “But you like Fleur... and I can’t ever be her... she’s just so perfect and powerful and...” You sniffle, hugging your knees looking at your beat up Converse. 

“She’s my cousin,” He almost laughs but doesn’t because of the look on your face. “And what about you and Cedric?” He raises an eyebrow and you blanch. “He’s like a big brother to me, gross,” You shove his arm and you’re both laughing. 

“There’s only one Hufflepuff out there for me,” He takes your hand and hello butterflies and blushing. “And there’s only one Slytherin for me,” You lay your head on his shoulder and watch the stars. 

You two start dating and Merlin his friends are livid because how dare he date a muggle hufflepuff? But then they watch him with you and it’s hard to deny that Draco is truly happy for once and they don’t want to take that from him

Your friends exchange bet money. 

Weekends filled with more games of “Too Muggle” and trips to Hogsmeade and Draco explaining wizard culture and you try to explain muggle culture but he just does not understand washing machines. You introduce him to muggle music and is thrilled that he loves ABBA. 

He makes everything hurt less. And it’s nice to feel wanted. 

Then Voldemort returns and everything changes and you weren’t ready for it. Draco gets cold and distant again and you try and try to get through to him but he doesn’t let you in. 

You end up screaming at him one night and walk out. He finds you curled up outside the Slytherin portrait, weeping not minutes later and carries you back inside to his dorm and apologizes and hold you and admits that he’s scared and he doesn’t want to lose you or see you get hurt

You both make an effort to find the sunshine in the proverbial dark times that linger through the next year. It means you become a but more calloused and jaded and he becomes a bit more optimistic and grateful. 

Pansy Parkinson doesn’t exist. It’s just you with Polyjuice potion to keep you safe from Draco’s aunt and Voldemort. It’s an easy charade to keep up. There are still quite nights when you’re yourself with Draco and he reminds you how much he adores the real you with his words and touch

If there’s one thing you don’t do, is break a Hufflepuff and that’s what Harry did after his sectumsempra and holy hell do you lose your cool.

Draco’s mother has to step in before you’re expelled for what you did to Harry

You nurse Draco back to health afterwards and never let Harry forget what he did, nor do you let anyone else forget it when they call him the chosen one

And Merlin does Draco love you for it

Draco can’t kill Dumbledore because your words are still in his head from second year “It’s not right to kill someone for any reason” and he just can’t disappoint you like that

You’re still kind. You’re kind to Luna when she’s locked up at the Malfoy Manor. You’re kind to the house-elves that attend to you. You’re kind, and value fairness and hardwork, but you will not put up with bullshit any longer. 

You and Draco stand with Hogwarts when the battle boils down to it. You give Draco your wand when he loses his to Harry.

When you go back eighth year, you advocate for the removal of the House System and write a very convincing argument against it. It takes about ten years, but the system is disbanded after one too many close calls and ruined lives

You also start a Support Group at Hogwarts for those suffering from mental illnesses and for those who have suffered abuse at home. 

You and Draco get married at the Manor. You wear your Converse. 

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[muertawrites]

The Dark of the Moon (Zuko x Reader)

Summary: Late night insomnia turns into a conversation about love, and Zuko makes an interesting discovery about his feelings for you.

Word Count: 2,100

Author’s Note: You can thank Avatar being on Netflix and rekindling my childhood obsession for this one. I wrote this mostly as a dialogue / pacing exercise, but it’s also a bit therapeutic since I can actually relate to Zuko more than I realized or could have ever foreseen watching this show as a ten year old. Enjoy a little emotional romantic fantasy on behalf of a preteen crush and all the toxic friends I’ve ever had. ✌

~ Muerta

Zuko usually slept with you. It started one late night during a mutual bout of insomnia, in which you ran into him as you both wandered the halls of the Western Air Temple. You hardly knew him, but he sat with you and talked about everything that night - anything that wasn’t related to the war or either of your pasts that had been torn apart by it. He surprised you with his dry, even-toned sense of humor, as well as with his intelligence in not only combat but literature and philosophy as well; being a healer and a fortune teller by trade, you found a lot to talk about with him.

As the nights awake became more common, you and Zuko spent more of them together; sometimes you’d wait until you happened upon him in the halls, others one of you would designate a place to meet. Eventually, one of you would go directly to the other’s room and you’d sit, sharing whatever light or heavy thoughts happened to plague your minds. You learned a lot about him in those nights, and grew to feel proud of how far he’d come in such a short time - you often helped others, those much older than yourselves, over months to scale the internal struggles he had, and he’d managed to do so on his own. The more you gave to him, the more he gave back, and it soon became commonplace to fall asleep to the sound of his breathing as he lay in his sleeping bag on the other end of your room. 

And that’s exactly what woke you up - the strange, still energy of your bedroom that indicated his resting place was empty. You rolled over, unable to spy his silhouette under the moonlit windowsill, and you rose, your feet carrying you to where you were certain he would be. 

It was a gorgeous night, with a gentle breeze ruffling the crisp air. You found Zuko in the courtyard, gazing out over the fog veiled landscape under the swell of the full moon. Without a word, you sat beside him, watching the clouds roll by like ships on a silent ocean. His chest churned in turmoil, so intensely you could feel it in your own.

“Apparently, I can’t sleep without you anymore,” you said. “How selfish of you to have problems that keep you up at night.” 

Zuko huffed out a soft chuckle, though the weight in his chest didn’t lift. He leaned back onto his palms, craning his neck backward and allowing the wind to tousle his ash-black hair. 

“You didn’t need to come out here,” he told you gently. “It’s not your job to help me fix myself.” 

“It never has been,” you replied. “I’ve never fixed anyone. All I ever do is listen and recite a few proverbs; everyone comes to their own conclusions in the end.” 

“That’s not true,” Zuko retorted. “I’ve seen you heal. You can do things not even Katara can do, just with whatever happens to be growing nearby. It’s incredible.” 

You smiled, your heart fluttering in your chest. 

“Physical healing and emotional healing are two super different things,” you told him. “Emotional wounds can only really be healed by the people who have them. I mean, unless you want me to crack open your chest and poke around at your heart for a little while.” 

Zuko chuckled again, the tenseness of his muscles easing up just slightly. He opened his palm and spawned a softly glowing flame, both of you watching it flicker in the cool night air. 

“I wish I’d been born a water bender,” he mused. “Something that would do good for others. All fire does is destroy.” 

You were silent for a moment, watching the thoughts swirl, tormented, behind his eyes. You thought of all the times you’d seen him smile, how his happiness made his handsome features all the more radiant and caused your stomach to bubble with joy. The memory shot a spike through your chest.  

“... You know, we only ever see one part of the moon,” you commented, breaking the quiet. “Everything behind that - the dark side - we don’t really consider, even though it’s always there and is as much a part of the moon as the side that’s in front of us.” 

Zuko smirked at you, distinguishing the flame in his hand. 

“Reciting a proverb at me?” he teased. 

You grinned. 

“This one’s more like a metaphor,” you admitted cheekily. “That tea I make, the one that tastes awful but makes pain completely disappear?” 

Zuko nodded. 

“I need fire to make it,” you continued. “I have to roast the ingredients over an open flame before boiling them. Without fire, I couldn’t do most of my healing; it would be too painful without the tea to help.” 

Zuko said nothing, but you could sense your words sinking into the cracks in his troubled thinking. 

“Fire is heat and light,” you added. “It’s just as important to life as water or earth or air. Every element is capable of destruction or creation - there isn’t a single one that’s inherently good or bad. The person that controls them is the only one who determines that.” 

There was another long pause, in which you busied yourself noting the different wild plants growing between the stones that paved the courtyard. You listed the different medicines you could make with each, the process calming you. 

“I’ve done some pretty shitty things to people I care about in order to embrace my goodness,” Zuko finally spat. The bitterness in his tone stung you. You turned to him, and for a split second you caught a familiar, rageful glimmer in his eye; the sight made your own temper flare. 

“Zuko, don’t do that to yourself,” you said. “It wasn’t just your father who hurt you and you know that.” 

“I know,” he snapped, cutting off the end of your words. “I still care about her, though. I don’t even know if she really ever cared about me, but I still… I still miss her.” 

Your ribs seemed to cave in, crushing your heart and lungs. He’d told you about Mai many times, and all you ever saw was that the darkness in her drew out the darkness in him; it even hung over you, clouding out the comfort you felt with Zuko and replacing it with unease and doubt. You feared there was no place in his heart for you - not while Mai still remained in it, no matter how badly her memory made him bleed. 

“It’s hard,” you choked out. “I still miss some of the people who hurt me, too.” 

That was all you could manage to say. You pulled your knees to your chest, half-burying your face in the fabric of your night dress as you forced the tears welling in the corners of your eyes not to flow. 

This is what you get, you scolded yourself. This is what you get for feeling things for people you know could never feel the same about you. 

A sensation of warmth curling around your shoulders made you jolt. Instinctively, you inched away, glancing in Zuko’s direction as he retracted the arm that had draped around you. You expected him to look away, but he didn’t - his pale amber eyes instead locked with yours. 

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “You hold your head so high… I forget sometimes that you’re trying to heal, too.” 

His words caused your tears to spill, though you didn’t cry; your face remained stony, and no sobs shook you. Your tears fell as easily as water from a cliff’s edge, impeded by nothing but the will of gravity. 

“... The cards you lent me,” Zuko said after a pause, almost blurting the words. “I’ve been reading them, to help me let go of everything I left behind. I don’t think I’m doing it right.” 

A few weeks ago, you’d given him a deck of cards you used for fortune telling. Each card depicted a different object, element, or scene, and were laid out in combinations that gave insight into a person’s spiritual path. You liked them more than other forms of fortune telling, as it encouraged its readers to make their own assumptions and drive their own fates instead of having it simply told to them. You gave your deck to Zuko so he could reflect on something finite, instead of getting consumed by his own thoughts. It was exactly what you used them for, and you knew they would help.

“Why?” you asked softly. 

“I drew a card that didn’t make sense,” he told you. “I laid down the Tides, then the Crossed Blades, and then… I pulled the Badger Mole. The other two I understand - one is for movement and change, the other is for strength in allies, but I… can’t figure out what the Badger Mole is supposed to mean.” 

“Badger moles are strong, powerful,” you explained, speaking dispassionately from memory, “but they’re gentle. The card represents the duality of both. They mate for life, too, so it also represents love and companionship.” 

As you spoke, you felt a meteor crash between you and Zuko. His face fell, dumbfounded, as he looked at you, his eyes darting minutely back and forth as you watched the pieces mend together in his head. 

“What do you feel?” you whispered, part of you terrified of his answer.

“... I feel like I’m fighting the tide,” Zuko replied, his tone awestruck. “It’s pushing me to shore, but I keep trying to swim back out to sea.” 

The corners of your lips curled upwards slightly, your cheeks still sticky with tears. 

“It’s really scary, huh?” you said. “Loving another person.” 

“Yeah... especially when you’ve never known what it feels like before,” Zuko added softly. 

You reached out, tentatively resting your palm against his cheek. His hand rose to close over yours, the sensation trembling you to your core. 

“How many times have you pulled the Badger Mole?” you asked. 

“Every time,” Zuko breathed. “I’m so stupid for not realizing. You make me feel wild and calm all at once. I get this crushing feeling in my chest when I see you or even think of you, and I thought it was just fear or sadness. But… you don’t make me want to lash out like I used to, with my father and Azula and Mai… just the thought of you makes me want to be the best person I can be. Even though I know you already accept me for not being that person.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh, somewhat defeatedly, your knees falling away from your chest and crossing in front of you. Your body was heavy, but your head felt light. 

“I love you, Zuko,” you murmured. “But I’m afraid.” 

Zuko wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. His forehead fell to rest against yours, his eyes closing as he steadied his erratic breathing. 

“If you’re scared, I’ll protect you,” he said quietly. “That’s what I think lovers are supposed to do.” 

The word made every organ in your body jump to your throat. Lovers. Your limbs felt weak, but your heart felt strong with Zuko holding you. 

Without thinking, you took his face in your hands and kissed him. It wasn’t hard and passionate like you expected, but firm, gentle, his lips pressing to yours like two palms grasped in an assuring embrace. He lay one of his large, able hands on the back of your neck, his thumb tenderly stroking your skin. 

When you finally broke apart, Zuko gazed at you with a soft, forlorn expression. His fingers reached to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. 

“I’m sorry I talk about her so much,” he said. “It must kill you.” 

You shook your head, a soft smile forming on your lips, still red from where Zuko had kissed them. 

“Don’t worry about it,” you told him. “I know some people from my past you’d happily drive a knife into.”

Zuko chuckled, the light, airy smile you saw when he was truly happy spreading to each of his cheeks. The spike that drove itself through your heart when you thought of it earlier was gone, replaced by the sweet warmth of a low flame on a cold night. With him, you were safe. 

“Let’s get some sleep,” Zuko suggested, taking your arm to help you stand. 

His hand slipped easily into yours, your fingers twining together. He leaned forward and kissed you again, his lips only grazing yours, causing your skin to buzz with the sensation. 

“... Do you think we’ll have to talk to Aang about this?” you asked as you walked back to your room. 

Zuko raised an eyebrow at you, confused. 

“He is your great-grandfather,” you elaborated with jest. “I should probably do the chivalrous thing and ask for his blessing or something.” 

Zuko laughed, nudging you with his shoulder so that you stumbled over your feet. You shoved him back, to which he took you by the waist and wrapped you tightly in his arms, kissing your cheek. 

“He probably won’t care,” he replied. “But my uncle will love you.”

[i-need-air]

Hey it's me again ❤️

I'm just gonna whisper something in your mind (is that even possible?)

Having a baby with Hybrid Katsuki.

Just that. Imagine girl. Perfection.

Ok, real talk here. Every time I see a request from you I uwu a little bit bc I know for a fact whatever you're requesting will make me get so immersed and involved and I'm gonna 💕💞AAAAAA💕💞 while writing AND [lemmecatchmybreath] it happened once again skdjdkfkf Hope you enjoy and sorry it took longer than normal~

Word count: 1.8k

× listen 🥺 I already started and I'm melting, ok?

× when he finds out you're having a smol baby together?

× he freezes and looks at you in a whole different light

× if you're getting pregnant, he will definitely smell the change in your scent and will know even before you do; he'd be instantly by your side with a bewitched expression on his face, taking your cheeks into his palms to just soak everything in yet he's shaking slightly

× and even if you adopt [hopefully a smol hybrid], something deep inside of Katsuki, burried and long forgotten surfaces

× this is the life he always wanted, he always craved even in his darker moments

× this happiness, this fulfillment, this joy

× I absolutely believe he will diligently read and learn everything about the baby to come; will educate himself like no other, deciding to be the very best father he could ever be

× his life was rough and he was stolen away from his biological family, he will now have a chance to have his own and he will not fail you or the baby

× when you hold the little bundle of sunshine in your hands, head down admiring the beauty of a new life, he will stand there, again in shock, again soaking this moment in... so beautiful, so perfect

× will he ever tell you that? of course not; angry ass wild pomeranian—

× but his face gives him away every single time and when you tilt yourself to hand him his new son or daughter, he falls in love for the second time in his life;

× he burries his nose in the soft and fragile skin of the baby's head and breathes in, his instinct kicking in to defend, protect, care, look out for...

× watch carefully because once the baby makes a noise, he'll still, unsure of what to do, but smile so softly as the baby coos in his arms securely; that right there is the best image you can have of soft Katsuki.

× the first few weeks are actually horrible, sorry to break it to everyone aksjskdj not because he doesn't know what to do or does not want to help; on the contrary, he is so incredibly attentive but he also recites the books he learned by memory at this point and it's getting absolutely infuriating;

× although understand him, please; he wants to prove he's a good dad 🥺 except you wanna smack him bc he scoffs if you suggest something he isn't sure about.

× you will find him standing by the baby's crib as it sleeps; he's just???? making sure this is not a dream????? don't question anything though

× can we hc Bakugou with a daughter too? [ already established in the Hybrid!Kiri hcs that Kiri'd have daughter bUT i just really really like beefy men with tiny daughters;;; my heartttt;;; ]

× his little angel, no discussion, no argument, his daughter can do NO WRONG!

× he's very down to earth though, don't get me wrong, he just absolutely adores spoiling her

× speaks softly into her ear, the lowest you'd hear from him

× gruff, raspy, gutural voice ofter overused to scream now low and soft as he holds her into his chest; doesn't do baby-voices or anything like that, but calls her his angel then smirks at you if you're watching;;; then starts softly complaining and bitching about you to the baby 💀 all while rubbing her back

× omfg his hand is as big as her tiny back; guys, call an ambulance, I'm—

× Katsuki would be the type of little shit to pull what I just said then grab you and glue you to his chest too; he'd look down at you both, eyes shining in such adoration he'd take your breath away just before he continues his ranting about you;

× once the baby starts being more interactive, her giggles specially the ones induced by her daddy will make him melt; absolute diminute baby with a small wiggling tail clapping her chubby hands at her dad? his eyes would widen suddently, ears snapping high in surprise and he's taken back by the emotions overtaking him

× he's gone, man; she has him wrapped around her tiny little finger and you can't do anything about it

× instantly acts all in denial if someone is around though; scoffs to hide is obvious smile, placing a palm on his mouth to further block it out and tickles her with the other, earning another fit of giggles

× please, don't tell him his whole tail is waving from side to side

× the only clear giveaway apart from his ears and it's;;; a d o r a b l e;;;

× specially when your daughter also starts wagging her tail in response whenever he does it;

× "Hey, come see what the dumbass is doing!" or "Look at what she did" while showing you a video; proud pappa 🥺

× we're bringing back Proud Bakugou bc hIS DAUGHTER iS tHe BeSt; no, seriously, his kid is the mf best in the world and he will start this presentation with—

× now sit down with me and accept this: the baby; yes, your sweet daughter; mhm, that adorable screeching angel; mhm;;; she'll talk so early it's disturbing.

× at 6 months or so she's already saying mamma, dadda, kitty, woof-woof

× seriously terrifying how sharp she is and how she cannot shut up; for the love of gOd, Katsuki, this is all your fault... it doesn't matter, he just smirks as he has another reason to brag to anyone about his child

× did that street vendor look at him funny? "I'M GONNA FUCKING TELL YOU ABOUT MY DAUGHTER—"

× super-protective of her and fucking hates with a burning passion if anyone dares to do that thing where they match up babies saying "Maybe they'll get married when they grow up"

× hands down, no filter, he just looks deep down in whoever had the audacity and says "Like fucking shit they'd deserve her."

× drag him away before he throws fists

× he will definitely if you don't drag him away and you know it, they know it, the baby knows it and cheers for pappa, the whole world knows it at this point and they're buying tickets to watch the shitshow

× chest carrier and walks around with the kid like a boss

× man has shit to do, don't even dare to judge him;

× handles fits really well, he's impressive to say at least

× she's spoiled, yes and always has new toys, coloring books, whatever she wants but the moment she throws fits, he puts his foot down

× baby would be smol angery bb all adorable in all her Bakugou genetics anger and he'd just stare, tapping his foot

× literally waits in place until she calms and looks up at him with big, round eyes, puffy red cheeks and ears lowered

× mission accomplished; he nods then picks her up;

× and you're there amazed??????

× "The fuck you lookin' at?" lil shit still has a foul mouth tho, but make him get just as pouty and embarrassed as the child in his arms by saying something cheesy like "How amazing you are as a dad 💕"

× all rainbows and unicorns until she starts repeating insults and fr tho, Katsu almost shits his pants, fearing your reaction. Will, hands down, chill out with the insults even if he meant no damage with them; he has this unreadable expression on, a mix of shame and fluster, dread too? he's sorry, ok????

× loves, loves, loves cooking for you both and once the kiddo has her own special chair to sit at the dining table together, that's when he sees it: his dream

× you, wiping some food off her cheek with a loving expression, talking about your day casually, baby giggling while she moves her face away playfully; he loves you both so much.

× has these rare moments where, at the end of the day once you're settled in bed, he'd hug you tight and thank you in his mind for... for this... all of it...

× once she starts walking they're both a disaster

× seriously, do not expect the household to be silent ever again [ well, that dream was gone long ago anyway lol ]

× "Where the fuck do you think you're goin'?"

× rapid giggle running around from place to place

× "Oh, for fucks—"

× "Katsuki." you only need to say, catching him in his insults

× 😳 ... "Kid, come back, we're goin' to the park." Skdjkdfkl

× sudden adorable tiny fast steps approach him bc they're going for walkies!

× he is very careful with her and teaches her about stranger danger; also teaches her how to growl and even if her attempt is a total failure, small rawr leaving her lips, he's like "Yes. Good job. Now give it more heart."

× he growls as an example

× she growls back, sounding like a cute lil pup 🥺💕

× as she grows up, she obviously acts more like her father yet he knows when to stop the bad behaviors and it only takes a warning growl from him to get her to cease

× yet somehow you're the strict parent at the end of the day??????? tf????????? who made the rules??????

× starts calling her brat, squirt, lil shit 💕lovingly💕

× "your child" if she did something bad

× "Your fucking child kicked the ball into the vase and broke it." Aha, nice one, Katsuki. Good job.

× not to brag but her puppy eyes don't work on him but yours do; the problem is her puppy eyes do work on you bc she's the light of your life so if she wants something; she'll puppy-eye you knowing you'll get it for her bc daddy loves you very much 💕💞

× literally evil mastermind; didn't I tell you she's sharp? pft, she's playing you both so hard

× every day he comes back from work she runs to him at the door, tail wiggling happily behind her as she stretches her arms to be picked up and he always does, without a doubt, then proceeds to kiss the top of her head

× come out to greet him too? the whole loving routine is his absolute thing and wants to see you, have you kiss his cheek; he complains but adores it soooooo much!

× you have a family night; BONDING WITH MOODY POMERANIANS. Yes, plural, and it sounds perfect~

× even if it's just one of those animated movies he hates so much, he'll watch through all of it and make sarcastic comments just to make you both laugh; will grin satisfied asf if he manages to do so bc he's the best.

× will definitely want another kid, so how about maybe a boy??? hmm???

× asks you if you're up for the idea and if you agree, he'll roll his eyes and crack his shoulders, acting so very uninterested and purely exhausted yet his smirk would give him away:

× "Knew you'd torture me with another devil"

× throw him out, istg— 💀

[hillnerd]

For the ship and word game: Harry/Ginny, snitch ♥️

Thanks for the prompt! Hinny as parents - James is twelve. :)

SNITCH

It was December and so it was a cold grey day. There was no other kind of day in Scotland in December.

Despite the rather miserable weather, Ginny was jubilant as she trudged through the snow towards the familiar Quidditch pitch, red sweater on under her thick winter coat.

James had sent a letter late in the night. It was barely legible, and mentioned something about Quidditch. The follow-up letter from Teddy helped clarify things. James was in the reserves for the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and was getting to fly his first game thanks to a chaser getting a bad case of Fwooper Flu.

No one had ever come to her games at Hogwarts as her mother had never been comfortable Apparating and couldn’t spare the Floo powder, while their father was always busy at work. It wasn’t something she particularly resented, but looking back she would have liked them to see her and cheer her on for her games.

Harry was off on a mission, but Ginny could spare the time, and was happy to get a chance to see James playing his first ever game. It was strange being back at Hogwarts after so many years. She’d been back a few times for memorials back in the early 2000’s, but it had been over a decade since then, and much had changed. In some ways it was the same- the Quidditch pitch didn’t look all that different, but the pathways to it had changed, the seating, and she was having trouble finding the locker room.

“Ginny!” she heard a voice call, and saw Neville waving in the crowd. She enthusiastically waved and jogged over.

“Hey Nev!” She smiled and gave a hug.

“Here to see James?”

“Yes! Though, I’ve not clue where the locker rooms are! Where’d they move them to?”

“Ah! Those are on the South side now. The old ones had a lot of old spell damage and got torn out, oh, five year ago now?” he explained, leading the way to the locker room.

She could hear the sounds of teens excitedly gearing up for the game.

The team were mostly students Teddy and Victoire’s ages, if she had to guess by the look of them. James, by comparison, looked tiny and pale. He was bouncing both his legs as he sat at his bench, hands running through his hair. He was already with uniform and pads on, while the rest of the team were more languorous in getting their pads in place.

She’d been exactly the same her first match as a Harpie.

“Knock knock,” she said, fully entering the room. The teens quieted down seeing there was an adult in the room, while James shot to his feet.

“Mum!” James cried out with a smile, before carefully schooling it to a much cooler nonchalant look. “Erm, what are you doing here?”

“Came to see your first big game, of course,” she laughed.

“Oh wait- that’s Ginny Potter!” cried out an eastern asian girl. One of the tall teenage whipped around, a furious blush on his face, before shutting his locker that had an old poster of hers. She remembered the row she’d had with her mum over the poster and how she wasn’t ‘fully in her uniform’ for the shot. Another kid, Oliver Wood’s daughter she’d met a few times over the years, gave a quick wave.

“Yup,” she said with a winning smile. “Best of luck, to all of you. Go Gryffindor!”

She caught James’s eye and was surprised to find him looking rather cross. She gave a quick gesture with her head to the door and he joined her just outside.

“Excited for your match?”

“Well I was…”

Oh dear. She could feel the tween angst rolling off of him.

“Everything alright?”

“Why’d you have to come into the locker room? No one else’s parents did that.”

“You sure about that? Because I know for a fact Oliver Wood was there for the first few years of your Keeper’s games.”

James bit his lip, adjusting his rectangular glasses.

“You sure?”

“Oh yes. And he wore full regalia and painted his face, so you’re old mum isn’t too much of an embarrassment by comparison.” She had no idea if Oliver Wood had done this, but it was the first embarrassing thing she could imagine to make her look a bit less bad by comparison.

“It’s not that you’re embarrassing…” he said, digging the toe of his shoe into the ground.

“Oh?”

“I just… I want them to be thinking about how I’m good on my own. Not because of you.”

Oh. She’d not considered that as being a thing, but completely understood the sentiment.

“Hey, I can leave if—”

“No… No, I want you here. I’m glad you came,” he said, before furtively looking around him then leaning in to hug her.

“You’re going to crush it, James,” she whispered in his ear. “Remember to really tuck in your heels and arms when you’re doing any hard sprints. And look farther down the field so you can get a big picture of the whole game and really slow things down. Oh, and ‘give to get’ on your tight turns so that—”

“I know, I know!” James said, putting a hand through his messy auburn hair. It wasn’t as messy as Harry’s, but she had a feeling he’d been running hands through it more than usual.

“Best of luck, darling,” she said with a kiss to his forehead.

He gave her one of his most confident smiles, flashing his straight teeth, and for a moment she could just picture what he’d be like when he was quite grown up, a thought that terrified her.

“See you after the game,” she said, giving his hair a ruffle as she went to find her seat.

She looked for Neville amongst the stands, but spotted a familiar head of dark hair beside him.

“Harry?” she called out. He turned and grinned at her, wearing a Gryffindor scarf and facepaint on his cheeks.

“Go Gryffindor,” he said with a grin.

She smiled back, loving that he’d somehow made it to the game. She also loved how mortified James would be later. She was the cool parent; today at least.

“Nice to see you in your old colors,” she said, taking a seat beside her husband. “Thought you had a mission today?”

“The great thing about being Head Auror is you can push those off on other people,” he said, taking hold of her hand. “Plus it’s his first game. I couldn’t miss it. It’s nice to have someone in the stands rooting for you when you’re taking on something daunting.”

She gave his hand a squeeze.

“Yell super loud when James flies out. He’ll love it!”

James might act embarrassed, but she was sure he actually would love having his father there cheering him on.

When James flew out Harry gave a giant whoop, which made James show off with some loop-de-loops instead of going red faced like Albus would have.

The match was a good one, and James was keeping up very well with players years older than he. She glowed as he followed her advice to ‘give to get’- slowing down on turns so he could gain more smooth speed on the long runs.

He was a natural chaser and she couldn’t be more proud.

James was in a perfect tail slide transition with his Quaffle when a bludger was his his direction. Too intent on looking down the field, and with all the cheers, he missed her and Harry’s scream as their son took a Bludger to the back of his head and went tumbling from his broom.

There were a number of spells on the field to prevent a student from making impact with the ground (something they could have used back in her and Harry’s day). It did nothing to prevent the terror scraping at her insides seeing her little boy put on a stretcher with blood running down his temple, glasses smashed and laid on his chest. Harry’s jaw was set and he made an incongruous sight looking so grim while adorned in the bright face paint.

James was rushed to the hospital wing, and she and Harry stayed by his side the whole way there. All his cousins and Teddy came to visit, but they dispersed once they knew James would be alright, with the exception of Teddy who opted to stay.

James was healed and bandaged up by Hannah Longbottom. Despite knowing James was fully healed, they opted to stay until he woke up. Teddy nodded off in a nearby chair, his hair subconsciously turning the same color as James’s as he slept.

Ginny stood looking at James’s sleeping face until her vision blurred. She could picture him when he was just a tiny baby, his look of mischief on his face as he padded along the halls on pudgy legs, toddling after Teddy and Harry, wanting to be so grown up.

Harry took her hand and squeezed it.

“He’s alright, love.”

“I know,” she replied, swiping at her eyes. “I can’t stop thinking of him as a baby, for some reason.”

Harry gave a dry laugh. “I’ve been thinking the same thing. Is it just me, or is being a parent a bit like having a time turner? In the blink of an eye you can see your twelve year old as a baby or when he first walked.”

“Especially when they’re asleep,” she said, stroking James’s lightly freckled cheek. “I’m glad you came today.”

“Me too. He flies just like you, you know,” said Harry before standing beside her.

“I was thinking some of those loop-de-loops looked like you at that age.”

“Naw, all his brilliance is from his Mum,” he said, leaning in to gently kiss her.

“Eurgh…” James gave a grunt, squinting at them. “What happened?”

“You got a bludger to the back of your head. Same injury your dad had in his sixth year.”

“Wicked…” said James, before his eye went wide. “Who won the game?”

“Gryffindor, even though they didn’t catch the Snitch. You Chasers were that good!” said Harry, sitting beside James.

Ginny could picture James’s first broom ride, with Harry excitedly following beside him so he wouldn’t slip off the tiny broom.

[pitubea1910]

Cold feet

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Featuring: Steve Rogers and Pepper Potts

Words: 1k6

Warning: fluff, a tiny bit of angst, brief mention of domestic violence

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Notes: a little something that popped in my head today. Hope you like it! Feedback is truly appreaciated :)

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To be honest, you never thought you would get married. Growing up and seeing your parents fight every single day, made you stop believing in such thing as ‘true love’, ‘the one’ and ‘forever’. Those remained in the fairy tales.

However, life has a way of proving you wrong. So, there you were, standing in front of the mirror in a white dress, with your hair half up in a beautiful messy but elegant bun. In just an hour you would walking down the aisle, holding onto Tony’s arm, towards the love of your life. James Buchanan Barnes.

It felt like it been a lifetime since you met instead of just a couple of years. You clicked since the beginning and became immediately inseparable. It sounded cliché, but you truly had never felt this way about anyone else. Of course you had ex boyfriends, but none of them had ever made you feel like you could reach the sky just with his touch.

You knew he was special when you first met him, but you never thought he would be so special. And yet, when he proposed a year ago, you were terrified. Memories of your childhood, of your parents fighting every minute of every day, of your dad hitting your mm and attempting to hit you flooded your mind. But you knew Bucky. You knew he wasn’t that person. He was kind, loving, funny and, most important, you loved him with every beat of your heart. You said yes.

“You look beautiful”, you looked at the door and smiled when Pepper walked in.

Tony and Pepper had welcomed you in into their home. Pepper had been really close to your mum so, when she passed, she immediately invited you to move in with them. She had been like a mother all these years and Tony, as unpredictable as he was, had been like a father. If it wasn’t for them, you probably would have never met your future husband.

“I think I’m going to throw up”, you admitted when she closed the door. She chuckled and shook her head.

“You will be fine. Everything will be fine”, she said.

“Everything is ready?” You asked.

“Everything is ready”, she nodded.

You took a deep breath and nodded before walking to one of the windows. From there, you would see the backyard of the manor that Tony had rented. It was in the middle of the woods, two hours away from the city.

At first, you and Bucky considered getting married in the city, but you decided that you wanted all the privacy you could get and you wanted quiet instead of the noise of the city, you wanted nature, you wanted peace. And that’s what you got.

There weren’t a lot of guests since you both wanted a private ceremony. It would be just the team and family. That was all you wanted and needed. You smiled a little when you saw Peter and Happy walking around the backyard while the staff finished getting everything ready. It was happening. You turned around to face Pepper and it surprised you to see tears in her eyes.

“What’s wrong?” You asked suddenly worried, walking over her.

“Nothing”, she said shaking your head. “I was just thinking about your mum.”

You smiled a little and took her hands, squeezing them a little. You had been thinking about your mum for the past few days way more than usual. She had died five years ago and every single day there was something you would like to talk to her about. Today, all you wanted was for her to walk you down the aisle. However, you knew she was with you somehow.

“I miss her too”, you said in a whisper, not really trusting your own voice.

“She would be so proud of you, you know?” She said.

“Stop talking, please”, you chuckled as soon as you felt yourself tear up. “I really don’t want to go through make up again.”

Pepper laughed and nodded before pulling you in for a hug. You were so glad you had her. Just then, there was a knock on the door, so you pulled away.

“Come in!” You said while Pepper carefully rubbed her tears away.

Steve opened the door and walked in. He looked incredibly handsome in that black suit but, to be honest, it only made you think how Bucky would look.

“Hey there”, you smiled and walked over to give him a quick hug, carefully so you wouldn’t wrinkle your dress. “How’s Bucky?” You asked.

Instead of answering straight away, Steve looked at Pepper, which made you suspicious.

“What is it?” You asked.

“He is… a bit nervous”, he said. You narrowed your eyes.

“Define ‘a bit’”, you said.

Steve sighed and looked at you. Luckily, you knew him well enough so he didn’t have to say anything else. Bucky was terrified and getting cold feet. With a sigh, you walked over the door.

“Wait, where are you going?” Steve asked.

“To talk to him”, you said.

“You’re not supposed to see him before the wedding”, Pepper said.

“And what do you want me to do? Let him freak out?” You asked raising both eyebrows.

“I can talk to him”, Steve suggested.

“And what have you been doing until now?” You asked. He didn’t reply. “Exactly. Steve, I know you’re his best friend but we all know that I am the only one who truly can calm him down. So I don’t care about traditions or superstitions. Bucky needs me.”

Before any of them could say anything else, you opened the door and walked out of the room. You knew Bucky’s room was on the other side of the manor and you didn’t have much time. Your wedding was in 45 minutes.

Just a few moments later, you were knocking on Bucky’s door and looking around the corridor. You were surprised no one had seen you, but they were all probably finishing getting ready or already outside. Come in, you heard from the inside. Immediately, you opened the door and walked in.

You looked around the room –that looked a lot like yours- to find Bucky sitting next to the window, looking down at the floor, his leg bouncing up and down. He looked up and froze when he saw you, his leg stopped in a second and he got up, looking at you up and down, taking you in.

“You…” he mumbled.

He looked even hotter than what you expected. It had taken you a few weeks, but all the fighting had been completely worth it: Bucky in a tuxedo was breath taking.

In a couple of seconds, he came out of his trance and turned his back to you.

“What are you doing here? It’s bad luck to see each other before the wedding”, he said. You rolled your eyes and walked over to him, making him face you.

“You chose a bad time to become superstitious, Barnes”, you said. “Steve told me you were nervous so here I am.”

Bucky sighed and looked away, nibbling on his lower lip. It was a habit that always made you smile. Maybe because it made an enhanced super soldier looks more human than ever and it was one of the parts of him that you loved the most. Softly, you placed a hand on his cheek so he would look at you again.

“Talk to me”, you said. He took a deep breath and leaned against your hand.

“What if it doesn’t work?” He asked.

“Why wouldn’t it work?” You asked.

“I don’t know”, he shook his head. “But… what if I mess up? What if I do something terrible, unforgivable, what if you hate me? What if you regret this and you resent me for the rest of your life? What if I’m not cut out to be a husband or, more importantly, your husband? What if I’m-“

The only way you knew of shutting him up was kissing him and so you did. Bucky immediately closed his eyes and pulled you closer by your waist. When you pulled away, he let out a shaky breath while resting his forehead on yours.

“Take a deep breath”, you told him. It took him a few seconds, but he finally inhaled and exhaled slowly, still not letting you go. “Now look at me”, he opened his eyes and you smiled at him. “We are going to be okay, Bucks”, you said.

“How do you know it?” He asked.

“Because I know us”, you shrugged. “I know all the things you’ve done, I’ve seen you at your worst and you’ve seen me at my worst and here we are. Still loving each other beyond comprehension. I know we won’t regret this because every single day I wake up, I chose you, I chose to love you, I chose to spend my life with you and I wouldn’t want it any other way, because you are my life, Bucky. And about being a husband, well…” you shrugged. “Look at me, I’m not exactly wife material. But I say we work it out as it comes. What do you think?” You asked.

Bucky smiled and pulled you in for a tight hug. You hugged him back, slowly rubbing his back in a comforting way. Then, there was a knock on the door and you both looked at it to see Steve’s head peeking inside.

“Everything okay?” He asked.

You looked at Bucky, searching for an answer. His eyes met yours and he smiled again before nodding and pecking your lips softly.

“Everything okay”, Bucky affirmed.

“Then it’s time for you to go down, pal”, Steve said with a warm smile.

“Then I better go” you said, your heart suddenly beating faster.

“Hey”, Bucky said when you were almost at the door. You turned to look at him. This time, he had a huge smile on his face. “You look gorgeous”, he said with a wink.

“It was about time you said it”, you winked back and left the room.

[kaiparker-avengerssmut]

Their Doll 2

Backing Up 

B.Barnes x Reader, S.Rogers x Stark!Reader

series synopsis: y/n Stark, all records of her non existent, and yet Hydra still find her. When she is kidnapped by a certain super-soldier and no one believes her, she finds herself searching for unexpected familiarity in her not-so-distant past.

Series Warnings: smut, violence, torture, swearing

Chapter summery: just some backstory really

warnings: none

A/n: The timeline in this has been altered, as there I things I wanted to include but I also wanted this fic to follow the storyline/timeline of Winter Soldier and Civil war.So for purposes of this fanfic, Peter Parker was discovered by Tony at a much younger age - when he was bitten - and has been an intern with him since, almost like a protégée.(For the purposes of this story Peter was bitten much younger too - more like when he was 9 or ten rather than 14/15)

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THEY nodded along to the music, head bopping side to side, up and down, along with the beat. Back in Black by AC/DC blared through the workshop, bouncing off the walls and rattling about the various parts left lying around - ready to be used at some point.

Y/n's head was bowed, eyes trained to her hands as she mindlessly picked at her nails, flicking a bit of dirt away and sparing a bored glance over to where her dad and Peter sat, laughs echoing from them in a sickening, unaware torment. Or maybe they were aware, and simple didn't care that y/n sat on her own with nothing to do, no one to talk to yet nowhere else to go every minute of every day.

The laughter haunted her, kept her awake at night. Y/n's soul was crushed over and over with every realisation that her own dad preferred his stupid protege - a boy just younger than her that happened to be bitten by  a radioactive spider - to his own daughter, her.

It made her hate the boy, it really did. Y/n was constantly left out, never included in 'family' meals, never taught anything in the workshop and certainly never given any gifts unless it was Christmas or her birthday, but even then Peter's gifts would greatly outweigh her own in price, size and value.

It was infuriating, to say the least. At the age of 11, most girls are close with their fathers - spending quality time with them, going shopping or ice skating or going to the cinema. And if their dad was busy they'd have a mother who would coddle them and love them enough for both of them.

But that was the other thing that made y/n's life so much harder, and, her neglect acne so much more heartbreaking.

She was adopted.

Tony paid to have her, and yet he spent more time with some boy he'd know for barely a year. Y/n wasn't stupid though, she knew exactly why this was. Peter had superpowers, something to develop and be proud of, and she was plain old boring normal.

There was nothing special about her, to put it simply. She wasn't inhumanly strong, she couldn't shoot lasers out her eyes and nor could she climb walls and swing from building-to-building. And on top on this, she was neither insanely pretty like most of the girls she saw around her dad's house nor was she extremely intelligent like her father. It was crushing, really, to be so average in a house of the remarkable.

So when HYDRA took her, the whole bloody world was shocked.

And yet no one came looking for her. Since she had been taken, she had heard of zero attempts at rescuing her. You could say that this was the reason she barely put up a fight anymore, simply obeyed.

Her old life still played through the girl's mind, of course. How much her life had changed - and was it really much worse now?

No. That was unfair. Being neglected was no match for what HYDRA put her through. They had taken her from her own home when Tony and Peter were working on something, chained her wrists up in shackles and gagged her with a mostly old cloth found on the floor of their quinjet. Then they were off, taking her to some remote HYDRA base in a country she didn't recognise with people she didn't know.

The painful part was the testing, though. That was the tough part. It took them months to figure out what they were doing, and when the last doctor finally stepped in, they got it.

She was an attempt at another supersoldier, to put it simply.

But it wasn't simple, not at all. No, they had altered her in ways she realised not even they expected, being unfamiliar with the technology and all. So now here she was, yet another ruthless killing machine - programmed so dangerously even her voice could kill.

Literally.

The closet thing she could be described as is a siren. With her voice, she could bring down armies, but the second she lost that, she was simply the girl forgotten by Tony Stark. Her voice enchanted, at least that's what they told her. In reality, it was explosive.

Again, literally.

The pitches in her voice created some sort of deadly wave, so when it reached the ears of her victims it exploded their brain. Sometimes.

Other times, she could control it - a certain pitch had a certain outcome. So most of the time, her power became mind control, so the sound would infiltrated the minds of others and she could make them do as she pleased.

That's how she found herself where she currently was, eyes wide as they took in the best of a man that was staring back at her, mouth incarcerated by the band of metal that stretched over it and around the back of her head, the technology designed specially to keep her fro  using her powers on the HYDRA agents and scientists.

The was a big man, with bulging muscles and shaggy dark brown hair. His eyes were blue - a strange blue that seemed to change daily. A gritty stubble lined his jaw and framed his surprisingly pink lips. He was always clad in leather - apart from his right arm, with wasn't flesh. It was metal, with a red star adorning the side. She also knew his screams to be heart wrenching.

When not in use, her and the Winter soldier were kept in bulletproof glass cells. He was strapped down by vibranium restraints to a metal chair whilst y/n was kept mute by her vibranium band. The two had often sought comfort in the sight of each other - something familiar about seeing the same person every time they returned seemed to calm both of the assassins.

Whenever y/n was in her cell and the soldier was not there, she felt lonely and vulnerable. With his cerulean eyes watching over her she often felt safe, protected. After a full year being HYDRA's personal slave y/n still feared them - the idea that she was enhanced and they still pulled her strings a sickeningly terrifying thought. Especially for a 15 year old with barely a grip on the world.

She yearned to learn more about the Winter Soldier. Why he never seemed to age. Why he could completely change with the uttering of a few simple words. Why he had a metal arm. There were so many things she didn't know, and yet his mere presence was enough to calm the girl and bring her back down to earth, no matter how scared she was.

But one day, everything changed.