#hes their dad and they go to the farm sometimes for dinner

[b-liss-fully-a-disaster]

The Crows all claiming Jesper's dad as their honorary father figure because they either have dead parents or shit parents

[stardewremixed]

We need better marriage candidate advantages! Gifts, dinners, and occasional chores on the farm are nice, but....

Shane - starts taking care of the chickens and you get more eggs (double or triple from one chicken) or an extra chicken every year. Plus discounts at Marnie's. Oh and give me a room for Jas on the farm!!! Also he starts working at Pierre's after Joja closes and leads weekly AA meetings at the community center. Marnie also visits occasionally and brings gifts. Wanders into the forest sometimes and brings back forage.

Abigail - discounts at Pierre's, shopping on Wednesdays, and she goes adventuring with you in the mines (for some rare drops). Discounts at the Adventurer's Guild after she becomes a full-fledged member. Her parents visit on the farm and you get occasional gifts from them. Breaks up rocks on the farm (actual rocks in your inventory and occsisonal geodes).

Harvey - discounts at the clinic for the amount of times you're injured in the mines and he is the one who finds you and carries you home so you don't lose any items. Weekly energy tonics. And sometimes he plays jazz (Unlocks new music). Discounts at the bookseller (1.6) because he befriends the hot air balloon operator. And the man gets over his fear of heights and gets his chopper license. Can take you to Ginger Island for free.

Maru - weekly energy tonics since she works in the Clinic (yes, she should keep her job) and battery packs, plus her dad visits the farm cave and you get better drops in there. Robin visits too and says things like "oh, I saw such and such needed upgraded or repaired, so I did it. " Seb visits and might bring a gift. She also creates a working robot that can automate some farm chores at random. Joins the aerobics class at Caroline's.

Sebastian - discounts from Robin for upgrades and her shop, he occasionally goes adventuring with you in the quarry (for rare drops), and brings in a side income from his incredibly popular indie computer game. Brings gifts from his trips to Zuzu City. Hosts weekly jam sessions with Abigail and Sam on the farm. Organizes DnD game night at the community center - friendly to beginner's.

Leah - chops wood for you (actual wood in your inventory), crafts beautiful decor for your farm, and brings you delicious forage from the forest. Brings in a small income from her artistry. And she would also adventure with you in the secret woods (rare drops and better protection). Might buy you a drink or salad at the Saloon on occasion. Would absolutely dance with you at the Stardrop on Friday nights if you asked her.

Alex - Builds a ramp for George and then his grandparents occasionally visit the farm, bearing gifts. He chops wood and breaks up stone on the farm (actual wood/stone in your inventory). And let's start a food truck. Sells at his stand year round (and more than just ice cream), bringing in a small monthly income. He would be an excellent ally also on difficult adventuring levels (preventing you from getting surrounded). If you do go down, he's carrying you home so that you don't lose any items. Runs bingo at community center for the older townies (including his grandparents). Finally fixed the damn leak in Evelyn's roof.

Elliott - let's upgrade his beach cabin for a vacation getaway! He brings you home from the library with all sorts of useful knowledge. The man brings in an income selling his stories and poetry. Establishes a regular reading event at the library. Teaches writing classes at the Community Center. Discounts at Willy's (Willy is Elliott's great uncle in my headcanon). He would occasionally adventure with you on Ginger Island. Oh and I think you'd adopt Leo together and build a little treehouse on the farm.

Sam - income from Joja (or the movie theater), builds a skate park for the kids on town (a new post marriage heart event), and travels occasionally with his band (bringing in a sporadic income). Oh and he writes new songs for the jukebox at the Saloon. (Unlocks new music). Probably plays for the locals on Friday nights. Vincent would come stay with you on the farm, on occasion, so he would have a room. Plus Jodi would bring you dinners on Sundays. Kent would send you regular gifts in the mail. Also unlimited free games at the arcade (Sam's always buying).

Haley - has a photography show (like Leah does with her art) and decorates your farmhouse with occasional prints (new decor), plus an income from selling her services as a photographer. I like to think she works with Seb on the town website and adds her images. Brings gifts from her trips to Zuzu City. Scythes grass on occasion on the farm (actual grass and sometimes mixed seeds in your inventory). Would plant flowers in a farm garden with Evelyn. Emily would visit and bring gifts.

Emily - discounts at the Saloon, a small weekly stipend, and sells her clothes online, plus you get to join the weekly aerobics class at Caroline's with her (and if you have high hearts with Clint, you get discounts at the blacksmith too). Sometimes misc clothing, shoe, hat, and ring upgrades show up in your inventory. Haley would visit and bring gifts.

Penny - special events at the community center (she helps establish family-friendly activities and the community center is more active). She goes back to school for her official license and brings in a small income from teaching. Discounts on bus rides thanks to her mom, or cheaper bus repair if you aren't done yet. Better rewards at the library/museum when you donate items because of her friendship with Gunther. And she creates a playroom at the farm for Jas and Vincent (and your kids, of course). Pam might visit on occasion and bring gifts (and like Shane, Pam would attend the weekly AA meetings).

Okay... confession time... who are you marrying based on the above advantages?

[kjhbsies]

Waiting Room

Ellie Williams x fem!reader (wc: 1,156)

Synopsis: Ellie Williams married you, but her heart is occupied with someone else.

Warnings: angst??? arranged marriage trope bc i like to suffer. this is my first time to write a story, please don't mind the incorrect grammars.

pt. II pt. III

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You should be celebrating. 

Finally, the girl you’ve wanted ever since you were 16 years old married you. Of all people, you really thought you would never get the chance to be with her. After all, everyone used to say that Ellie and Dina were good together, and that they were each other’s soulmate. You can’t really disagree about that. You can see how both of them loved each other, and even if they broke up, you can feel that they cared for each other deeply.

So… why did she marry you?

Ellie and Dina broke up one year ago after a huge fight between them happened. Up until now, no one knows about it. Rumors say that Dina wanted to settle down, far away in Jackson, to start a new life with her and JJ. But Ellie couldn’t leave this town, especially her family, and Joel. Apparently, this caused them to break up eventually. Shortly after the breakup, Dina and JJ went and lived in a small town in Illinois. For months, Ellie tried to remain strong, seemingly fine and unfazed about the breakup with Dina. She went on to continue her life as if nothing really happened. For months, Ellie went on to continue the routine of drowning herself with alcohol, going home with a lot of girls, and throwing them away like trash. That was her life. And you just watched it from far away and you tried to avoid her like a plague. You liked her, but you don’t want to be her sex toy. 

Until Dina came back.

After a year, Dina and JJ moved in with their old house in Jackson when her older sister, Talia, got sick. Since both of their parents died before, no one is there to take care of her. So she came back, and Ellie’s life became worse. 

Her failure of coping healthily about their breakup started to show up when her mood became the worst. Ellie became a ball of rage, bursting into anger even in the smallest little thing. 

“You should take a vacation somewhere else. Breathe fresh air, enjoy other things, just don’t…” Joel tightly shut his eyes, “...don’t turn into a fucking monster, Ellie.”

Ellie lifted her brows before chuckling sarcastically. “So that’s what you think about me now, huh?”

“Everyone does. They’re scared of you. Do you want JJ to also be afraid when he sees you?” Joel’s voice started rising.

Ellie looked at him pointedly. “Don’t bring him into this.”

Joel sighed. “I know you were still a mess, Ellie-”

“I’m not.”

“-But you can’t keep living like this.” He says, eyes softening at her. “Forget Dina and marry someone else.”

Ellie’s brows turned into a straight line. “Are you insane? The fuck?” She coughed out a ridiculous laugh. 

“You should think about it. Y/N’s family is offering up a fortune if you marry their daughter. You knew her, right? Y/N?”

“Yeah… but-”

“Good. We can arrange a family dinner tonight.”

“Are you for real?” 

“It’ll be great. Her dad and I were pretty close and he always brings up that his daughter may have a little crush on you. Apparently, it’s in her grandmother’s will that she will not inherit the money, or have her farms and businesses if she’s single. She needs to be married in order to have those. Her dad offered that you will share a huge amount of money if you married her. Ellie, she’s a pretty young lady. And both of you need each other.”

“Little crush?” Ellie repeated, her ears perking up at those words. 

“Think about it, kid. You’ll like her, she’s a great girl.”

And yes, you are. 

Ellie thought about it for a week. Sure, she heard some great things with you. You're a prissy prim princess and the daughter of one of the richest families in the town. She’s always seen you hanging around the diner sometimes, wearing your dainty skirts and dresses, with bows clipped in your hair. She’s seen you in different spots of Jackson, immersed in your sketchbook, or oftentimes, you’re painting different portraits and landscapes. Ellie was always fascinated by you, because you and her are… contrasting.

The first time you and your family went into their house for dinner, Ellie couldn’t keep her eyes away from you. You noticed it, and it somehow made you uncomfortable. So, the whole night while your parents and her dad were talking about the future wedding, you were just looking at your plate. Sometimes looking up when one of them says something funny, cracking up a small smile or letting out a silent chuckle. But you couldn’t look at Ellie.

Ellie noticed it. The whole night you weren’t even sparing a glance at her and it made her curious as to why you seem to avoid her. Did you know about her history of girls? Did you see her at the diner, drinking her ass off? Why aren’t you looking at her?

When the dinner was done, Joel and your dad stood up and went to the living room to talk further about the said wedding. Your mom politely excused herself as she went to the bathroom to have a quick touch up. And you and Ellie were alone in the dining room.

The one time you looked up at her, Ellie was mesmerized. But of course, she wouldn’t show it, nor would she accept it. You were pretty. Everyone was right. You are pretty like a precious flower; your eyes were soft and gentle as you stared at her. You are a precious gem. And Ellie is a master of destruction.

She couldn’t touch you. She’s afraid that you’ll break. And maybe you might. 

“I’m sorry.” You said, kindly, as you looked straight in her eyes.

Ellie’s brows rose. “Why? You didn’t do anything.” She said, voice raspy.

Your heart beat doubled. “You didn’t have to agree to this wedding, you know. My dad proposed this crazy scheme to Mr. Joel and I feel like it’s all my fault.” You sighed.

“I will marry you.” Ellie says, determined. “Just… don’t expect that I’ll love you. We have to agree that you won’t fall in love with me, and I’ll assure you that I won’t bother you. You will get your grandmother’s money and land, and I will share your money. Both of us need the same thing and I don’t want you to think that there’s a single hope that I will love you eventually. Is that okay?” She asked.

You should be celebrating. 

Finally, the girl you’ve wanted ever since you were 16 years old married you.

But her heart is with someone else. 

“Okay.” You agreed, while staring at the small picture frame at the corner of the dining room.

It was Ellie and Dina kissing each other.

[sunrise-imagines]

I love your finn x reader farm world stories you've been writing. They are so good I can't stop reading them, I don't know how to ask this, And I don't know if you're still taking requests but can you write Farm World finn x reader Where the reader is from Ooo, but she looks exactly like farmworld finn' s wife And how would he react. I'm sorry if that's messed up, I like pain.

Ohhhh boy this one will be heartbreaking. Thanks for requesting! Reader uses she/her pronouns in this one

This is an AU in which Reader’s farmworld self replaces Huntress Wizard, love you HW

TW: Angst, mention of illness, mentions of death, hurt and a little comfort,

Farmworld Finn x Reader who’s his wife’s counterpart

• You had agreed to go with Fionna, Cake and Simon to find another crown and make their world magical again.

• After a close run-in with the scarab, you find yourselves in a post apocalyptic city.

• People all around you were giving you surpised looks, which only made you even more uncomfortable in this already hostile environment.

•When Jay first sees you all in the city, he can’t believe his eyes. He’s had this happen before, sometimes seeing someone with a similar hair color to his mother, only to have to remind himself that she’s gone.

•But when you turn around and he sees your face, there’s no mistaking it. It’s you. He doesn’t know how or why, but you’re here again! Tears flow down his cheeks as he struggles to keep quiet and out of sight.

•Once the Destiny gang are gone, Jay looks at you in awe before hurling himself into your arms and hugging you so hard you almost fall over.

• The three of you have to try and explain to him that, although you look like his mother, you’re not actually her, and slowly his smile starts to fade as the realization sets in.

•He agrees to take you to his dad, but is really worried about he will react.

• The five of you make your way to the small farm, where Finn is busying himself chopping logs. He wipes his brow, turning around to scold Jay for staying in the city so long. But then he sees you.

• No. This isn’t real. This is just another one of his dreams. That’s what this is. It’s just a dream. None of this is real. Any moment now he’s going to wake up, shaking in a cold sweat like he has every night for the last 3 years.

• But then you reach out and touch his arm, and he feels the warmth of your hand on his skin. You’re real. You smile awkwardly, a little unsure of what to say, “It’s Finn, right? It’s nice to meet you.”

• For the first time in years, he sheds a tear, and you instinctively you bring your hand to his cheek and wipe it away with your thumb. He brings his hand up to hold yours, feeling your soft hands against his calloused ones.

• “Who are you?” He asks, his voice shaking as if you might dissapear at any moment.

• “This is going to sound crazy, but I’m from another universe, and my friends and I need your help.”

• You try to explain yourselves to him, the fact that there are multiple universes, that you came to save Fionna and Cake’s, and that there is even an alternate version of himself. You decide to gloss over bringing up your own counterpart, having pieced together from Jay’s sadness that her fate was likely an unpleasant subject.

• He brings you all inside, and instantly the kids are all over you, crying and none of you have the heart to tell them the truth, so you play along. None of them care if it didn’t make sense, they were just happy to have their mom back.

• After a tense dinner and discussion about the crown, all of you are made to sleep in the hayloft. But after Fionna and the others have fallen asleep, you sneak out back to the house.

• You find Finn sitting in front of the fireplace, watching the flames as Jake lays next to him. You hesitate, debating just leaving and going to sleep, but his voice breaks the silence first.

• “I know you’re there, leave me be.” He mutters, not looking away from the flickering light. But you don’t leave, instead taking a seat next to him. Jake pads up to you and sits in your lap.

• You stay like that for awhile, the tension so thick you could cut through it, but after a little while you steel yourself and in a soft voice finally ask the question that’s been eating at your mind, “What was she like?”

• He sighs, a deep and tired breath that he’s clearly been holding in for far too long.

• Finn tells you everything, how the two of them met not long after the crown was destroyed, how she was the only one who accepting him despite his past as the Snowman. How the two fell in love, her kindness slowly melting the icy walls around his heart. How they built this house together, and not long after moving in their first son was born. How eventually their tiny family kept growing, only getting happier with each new addition. How a couple years after Bonnie was born, she started to developed a cough, and at the time she brushed it off as nothing a little rest couldn’t fix. But she kept getting worse, eventually becoming bedridden and barely able to move. How the doctors pulled him aside and told him that her prognosis wasn’t good, and while he tried to hide it from her, she already knew her time was coming. How the kids would bring her flowers and help feed her, and how she kept smiling and laughing no matter how bad the pain got. Then one day, she took his hand in hers, telling him how much she loved him and their family, and how grateful she was to have been able to be with him, if only for a little while. And then she was gone, and his world changed forever.

• After he’s done, you’re left speechless. There’s nothing you can do or say to take away the pain he’s feeling, and your presence is no doubt exacerbating it. You feel tears well up and you try to think of what you can do.

• In the end, you just put your head on his shoulder, speaking so quietly it’s almost a whisper, “I’m sorry I’m not her.”

[princess-glassred]

Au where Butch and Sonia get married and now Henry and Eddie gotta be step siblings, and they both suffer greatly because of it.

You might think Butch and Sonia would be terrible for each other, and have nothing in common, but you'd be wrong. They are actually weirdly into each other for various reasons. Butch likes a woman who will baby him and take care of him like a mom (he's traditional in the worst way). While Sonia likes a big scary police officer as her hubby cause it means he can constantly protect Eddie when he's out and about. He day drinks, she binge eats, and they both never get off the couch or stop watching tv. The only real conflict of interest between them is parenting styles, but Butch doesn't really care to discipline a kid that isn't his and Sonia doesn't give a shit about Butch abusing Henry unless he starts doing to to Eddie.

Henry and Eddie were very angry when they found out who their parents were dating, but Henry's dad doesn't give a shit what Henry thinks and Eddie's mom insists butch will be good for Eddie. Now that Henry and Eddie live together their dynamic is very Rodrick and Greg Heffley. You'd also probably assume Henry would abuse Eddie alot now that they live together but aside from typical older brother bullshit Henry leaves him alone. He prefers to bully him outside the house, mostly because, and he would never ever admit this, he's a little terrified of Sonia (she's a fucking massive 40 year old woman, and even if he did fight back Butch would beat Henry for it later).

Speaking of beatings, Henry notes that it's odd how Butch doesn't beat Sonia like he beat his mother. It appears Butch seems aware that with Sonia he's got a good thing going, and she's also bigger than him so she could probably kick his ass if he wanted, so he doesn't hit her. On the other hand, Eddie notes that the way she coddles butch is disturbingly similar to how she coddles him, but he's DEFINETLY not gonna unpack the implications of that shit.

Henry would never admit it, but a teeny tiny part of him is kinda bummed that Sonia doesn't care about him. Maybe it was a pipe dream, but for a hot minute he considers it might be nice to have a mother. Unfortunately, if you thought Sonia was a bad mother, just wait till you see her as a step mother. Even though Henry is an abuser himself, if this was cinderella he would not doubt be the one cooking and cleaning all day. At the wedding Sonia purpofully ignores him and leaves him out of all the pictures.

Eddie and Henry have not acclimated to living together very well, Eddie particularly hates when Sonia INSISTS Eddie calls Henry his brother. Because of that he'll sometimes go in Henry's room and be like "MY mother says dinner is ready, and she asks me to come get you because you're NOT my brother.". The fact they have to share a bathroom now only makes it worse, because Henry is unsurprisingly gross as fuck. His rooms a pigstye too, and his mom forces Eddie to help Henry clean it from time to time.

That's the only chore Sonia will ever let Eddie do, Butch has tried to force Eddie to help on the farm but Sonia hates it so he just lets him get away with not working. Henry finds that super unfair, but any complaints about this makes his dad threaten him so he keeps quiet until he can pummel Eddie for it later. Family dinners are super awkward, because Henry and Eddie don't really wanna talk to each other even on good days. That's fine for their parents because they constantly are so wrapped up in whatever gross flirting they're doing at the table to notice their sons silence or vehemnt digust with them. And don't even get me started on how awkward it is when they invite their friends over.

At the end of the day though, despite how much Henry and Eddie loathe each other for many valid and not so valid reasons, and their resistance to ever accept each other as family, there are a few... odd moments here and there. Fleeting moments where their parents are acting crazy, and they lock eyes, and there is a quick flash of understanding, and possibly even a bit of sympathy.

[konigsblog]

i’m so warmed by all the pregnancy stuff with the farmers 🫣🤭 if you’re up to it! literally anything surrounding that, it’s so soft to read tbf. your writing is always so good, hits every time but the way you write pregnancy just hits different 🩷🩷

— thank you!! i'm glad you enjoy them, it makes me feel more confident in my writing and i appreciate you for saying such sweet things ! 🎀 i wasn't sure if you wanted smut, but this was rotting my mind !

⭒༉‧₊˚. kid headcannons with farmer!MW2 🌾🧺🐄

farmer!price has mainly sons. little boys always helping out on the farm, gasping when the pigs begin squealing and the birds make their call. takes such good care of them, and you as well. the boys love their mother; running up to you while covered in mud, overalls coated in brown sludge, giving in and hugging them tightly.

simon is a with the farmer concept is hard. i can't imagine it, i can imagine him working down in the bar down in the village, you joining along, or being his little housewife. wearing long dresses, and coming to him with your toddler boy and girl, giving them some sweets so they'll be alright and talking with your confident, funny husband.

(trying with the farmer!simon concept) who smokes a lot and always stinks of tobacco after a hard day. his little boy and older daughter (2 year difference between them) giggling with eachother, watching as she protects him. he's so proud of her and always makes time to help with her homework after breaking his back taking care of the carrots and cabbages.

farmer!soap who has 2 daughters. they're his princesses, and he'll do whatever it takes to keep them safe. walking with them, hand in hand, sent down to the village for fruits and vegetables by their mother. helping you make some blueberry pie for your husband after a long day. his daughters falling asleep at the dinner table with blueberry pie all over their faces.

farmer!gaz who has daughters. he treats them like angels, and appreciates when they help with the animals. i imagine his daughters to enjoy helping on the farm when they're a teenager; taking care of chickens and bringing back eggs, or getting hay on their jeans and t-shirt. spends a lot of time with them and they all appreciate his work.

farmer!könig has only daughters, i can't imagine him with daughters, at all. has a lot of daughters, perhaps 5, or maybe a pair of twins. they're so cute when they're toddlers; falling asleep on their daddy's lap, and getting their faces messy with cheesecake after dinner.

he's an amazing dad, and loves reading to them before bedtime. has an album of photos of them from their younger ages, and sometimes fell asleep on the rocking chair when they were newborns and woke up crying.

farmer!alejandro has daughters too, no son's for him. he definitely treats them like princesses and loves how sweet they are. makes funny jokes, and is very overprotective of them. oh, his daughter wants to go down to the village? no matter if she's a teenager, she's not going alone. if she waits for him, he'll buy her a ice-cream and allows her to help with the cows despite his constant scolding for asking! don't worry, he'll handle it.

farmer!rodolfo who has 1 daughter (i'm sorry, i can barely imagine half of these characters with son's!!) he lets her help on the farm and always appreciates her help. doesn't want to force her, but allows her to clean the pigs and take the eggs back to the house for her mother to use. when she was a baby, he'd kiss her every night and sit on a rocking chair beside the fireplace, lulling her to sleep and teaching spanish to her in her older years.

farmer!graves who has 3 sons, and his youngest, a daughter. they all look like him when he was younger; 3 replicas. his daughter has gorgeous, soft blonde hair and his blue, silverish eyes. not only does he treat her like a princess, he refuses to allow her to work on the farm.

— encourages his son's to help him on the farm, while she plays with barbie dolls on the porch and eats any freshly baked cookies her mother made. her brother's are around 9, and a pair of twins, 8 when she's 3. a sweetheart who has a pure, giving heart and always makes her father little cards or paper people using his old newspapers.

[engie-ivy]

@wolfstarmicrofic 5th August: Holiday

2292 words (turned out not that micro😬)

Lyall Lupin wants Sirius Black to learn the consequences of his actions. But as it turns out, it's Lyall himself who has something to learn about the consequences of Sirius’ actions.

Consequences

“So what you’re saying is, you didn’t miss me at all?”

Remus turns to look at Sirius, who has a teasing smile on his face. He shoves him playfully as they make their way across the trail back to the farm. “That’s not what I’m saying and you know it.” He shakes his head. “I’m just saying summer has been kinda great, that’s all. Since I couldn’t make it home for Christmas because of the moon, mum’s been looking forward to the summer holiday to have her family all together again, and she’s determined to make it the best summer ever. We’ve been having homemade pies and elaborate breakfasts with freshly baked bread, we’ve been going on long walks through the hills and picnicking in the field, we’ve been going out for dinner or gone to get ice cream in the nearby village, or just visiting other towns to see the sights.” He sighs contently. “Yeah, it’s been pretty good.”

Sirius gives Remus a soft smile. “That sounds amazing. And I’m glad, as long as you don’t forget to miss me sometimes.”

Remus stops walking, turns to Sirius and wraps his arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. “You know I do,” he says, pressing his face against Sirius’ neck and breathing him in. “I always miss you when you’re not around.”

Sirius wraps his arms around Remus’ waist and pulls him even closer. “I know,” he whispers against his hair.

Remus releases him and presses a kiss against his lips, because he can do that now. “Really,” he says as he takes Sirius’ hand in his, because he can also do that now, as they make their way down the hill before the crisp morning air will be replaced by the summer heat. “The only thing that would’ve made this summer better would’ve been you being around.”

“I could be,” Sirius says carefully. “Around, I mean. Not all the time, of course. I understand you need family time. But I could come over sometimes?”

Remus averts his eyes. “I don’t know, Sirius. You know how my father feels about your family. He’s still wary about us being friends. I don’t know if he should find out about this-” he gestures at their joint hands “-just yet.”

“I am not my family,” Sirius says curtly.

“I know that,” Remus says. “But my father doesn’t.”

“And he never will if you don’t let me spend any time with him!”

“That’s not fair,” Remus says softly.

“No,” Sirius agrees. “It isn’t.”

They stay silent for a moment. Remus is relieved Sirius doesn’t retract his hand.

“It isn’t even about my dad,” Remus says after a moment. “Not really. But if my dad reacts badly to you, it’ll create tension between my dad and I, and I fear that’ll upset my mum. She’s been doing so good lately, her mood has been stable for a long time, and she’s been so cheerful, especially this summer... She’s been looking forward to having the family together for so long, and it means so much to her, I don’t want to ruin it for her.”

“I get that,” Sirius says, giving Remus’ hand a soft squeeze. “Then now is not the time, and that’s okay.”

Remus feels a surge of affection, and gives him a grateful smile.

“You know, I could also come to visit without telling your parents about... the latest development in our relationship,” Sirius offers. “We could let them think we’re just friends, and sneak in some kisses when we’re alone,” he says with a cheeky smile.

Remus chuckles. “As wonderful as that sounds, I don’t think we’ll be fooling anyone. Everyone who sees us together can probably tell we’re hopelessly in love.”

Sirius also laughs. “Good point.”

They stop as they reach the end of the trial, with Remus’ house just around the corner. Birds are singing and the sun is chasing away the morning chill. Remus’ parents will be waking up soon.

Sirius traces a finger over Remus’ cheek. “Can I have another secret visit then tomorrow same time?”

Remus gasps. “Sirius Black offering to get up at the crack of dawn on a day off twice?” He shakes his head. “I must be special.”

“Mmm,” Sirius hums, giving Remus a kiss. “You must be.”

Lyall Lupin yawns as he shuffles out of the bathroom. It feels like the middle of the night, but if he wants to finish shaving all the sheep today, he’ll have to get an early start.

Suddenly, Remus’ bedroom door opens, and Remus quietly slips out.

Lyall blinks. “Remus?”

Remus jumps. “Dad! I... I didn’t see you there. What... What are you doing up?”

“It’s time to shave the sheep,” Lyall replies. “What are you doing out of bed at this hour?”

“Eh, you know,” Remus says, scratching the back of his head. “The... the sheep. Yeah, I wanted to ask you if I can help you with the sheep.”

Lyall smiles at his son and ruffles his hair. “That’s kind of you, lad. But you know that the sheep are always a bit... uneasy around you. It’ll probably take longer with your help, so why don’t you just go back to bed, huh?”

“Yes,” Remus says. “Right. I guess I will. Do that. Then. Eh, good luck, with the sheep.”

“Thanks, lad,” Lyall says. He might need it. It’s always a lot of work, and with each passing year, he can really feel he’s getting older. Remus’ help would’ve been very welcome, but with the sheep’s reaction to his presence, it’ll do more harm than good. He watches his son go back into his room. “You enjoy some extra hours of sleep,” he tells him.

Lyall walks around the house carrying his equipment, on his way to the sheep shed. As he rounds the corner, he stops in his tracks. For a brief moment, he thinks that a bear has gotten on his property, but quickly he sees that it’s actually a dog, a huge dog. The dog is staring intently at the back door, his head slightly tilted, in a very un-doglike manner.

Lyall frowns and without hesitation stalks over, aiming his wand at the intruder. “I’ve worked at the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures for twenty-five years, so don’t bother trying to pretend,” his voice booms through the quiet morning and the dog gives a start. “I can tell the difference between an actual animal and an Animagus,” Lyall continues. “I’m going to give you five seconds to reveal yourself and tell me why you are trespassing on my property and watching my house. One. Two.”

He doesn’t have to count any further, as the dog begins to shift, and moments later, no one other than Sirius Black is hastily scrambling to his feet.

“Black.” The surprise and shock are evident in his voice. A full Animagus, at his age? He must’ve started the process when he was no older than thirteen! But how could anyone accomplish such a feat at that age?

“Mister Lupin,” Black says quickly. “I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to be trespassing. I swear I have no ill intentions.”

Lyall is still staring at him. It’s unheard of, it’s remarkable, it’s... illegal. As the implication hits him, Lyall narrows his eyes at Black. “You are not on the Registry.”

“No,” Black admits. “No, I am not.”

“You can’t tell me that you weren’t aware of the strict approval procedure and the obligatory registration.”

“I was aware of it, but...”

“But what?” Lyall snaps. “But you didn’t think the rules and regulations applied to you?” He scoffs. “That’s quite a persistent family trait of yours, isn’t it?”

Black’s cheeks flush. “That’s not what it’s like!”

“What else than that inborn arrogance could make you think you can place yourself above the law?” Lyall retorts. He knows that it shouldn’t feel as satisfying as it does to put Black in his place, but he can’t help but think back at the events at his job. When the promotion he had been working so hard for was given to one of Orion Black’s precious pureblood friends instead, simply because the man had pulled some strings and probably paid some money, and the older Black had just sat there smirking when Lyall was being called into the office to be delivered the news, Lyall hadn’t been able to do anything else but say ‘yes, sir’, ‘of course, sir’, and ‘I understand, sir’. He knows that Sirius Black isn’t Orion Black, but with that trademark complexion, sharp features and haughty air, he looks enough like his father for Lyall to be eager to call him out, the way he hadn’t been able to before. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, a voice keeps reminding him that it’s not fair to take his frustrations out on the boy, but then again, the boy did break the law, and at least one Black will find out his actions have consequences.

“I couldn’t ask for approval,” Black says defensively. “I was thirteen when I started the process, .”

“Right,” Lyall says. “And of course the idea of Sirius Black not getting his way for once is completely unimaginable. Probably figured you could do whatever you want and there won’t be any consequences.” Because there were never any consequences for the Blacks, were there? Not when they busied themselves with the Dark Arts, not when they bribed Ministry officials, not when they illegally became an Animagus.

Well, this time there would be consequences.

“I will report you to the Ministry,” he tells Black coolly. “You’ll be lucky if you’ll only get expelled, but I don’t think even with your last name, you’re going be that lucky.”

He turns to walk back into the house, when he hears Black speak up “A werewolf is no danger to an Animagus.”

Lyall freezes, then slowly turns back around towards the boy. “What?”

“A werewolf,” Black repeats, looking at Lyall intently, his hands clenched into fists by his side. “Is not dangerous when you’re in an Animagus form. As an Animagus, you can keep him company during the full moon, and, especially as one large enough, you can steer his behaviour. It... helps him. Keeps him distracted, prevents him from hurting himself, calms him down, even. It makes the transformation more bearable.”

Lyall stares at him wide-eyed, his mouth parted in shock. “You...”

“Since second year,” Black answers the unasked question. “It’s why I started the process. Why I had to start the process. I wasn’t sure I’d even be able to do it, but I had to try. For Remus, I had to.”

Lyall thinks back to these past years. How, at the start of his fifth year, Remus’ transformations had suddenly become easier somehow. How he was in the Hospital Wing less, suffered less pain, had less injuries and less wounds. He began to not even dread the full moons anymore, ‘it’s really not that bad,’ he had told his parents with a grin.

Hope didn’t have to spend the days surrounding the full moon pacing the room, not eating, withdrawn, pale and scared anymore. Her mood improved, and it was so good to see her smile more often. A burden had been lifted off of all their shoulders.

‘Did you know the transformations could become better with age?’ His wife had asked Lyall, her eyes filled with hope and wonder. He hadn’t known, and truthfully, didn’t really understand, but he thanked Merlin every day for the relief they had been granted, for the happiness of the two people who meant most to him in the world.

Could it be that all this time it hadn’t been Merlin he had to thank, but Sirius Black?

“Report me if you must,” Black says. “But I don’t regret it. While he thought no one could, I did help Remus, so no matter what, it was worth it.”

“Help?” Lyall asks. “You found out, and your reaction was to help?”

A common reaction to finding out you are going to school with a werewolf, let alone share a dorm with a werewolf, would be fear, disgust, reporting it to the Ministry, telling your parents, telling your classmates. It’s how most people would’ve reacted. It’s how I would’ve reacted, Lyall thinks, with a not insignificant amount of shame. ‘Soulless, evil, deserving nothing but death’, that was how he had viewed werewolves, before his own son had become one.

But here Sirius Black had found out, and had not only kept Remus’ secret, but remained his friend and did something dangerous, something that should’ve been impossible, only to help Remus.

But how could a Black, a family of people who always look down their noses at other people, who place themselves above everyone else, and who think they are just naturally born better than others, simply accept? Doesn’t it go against his very nature? It doesn’t make sense to Lyall.

“You don’t make sense to me,” he tells Black.

Black shrugs. “Everything I say and do will make perfect sense of you just keep one factor in mind.”

“And that is?”

“I love Remus,” Black simply says.

Lyall just regards Black for a moment. He begins to think that maybe he actually doesn’t know the boy’s very nature at all. It wouldn’t be the fist time for him to learn that his preconceived notions have been wrong.

It’s okay to make mistakes, as long as you learn from them.

Isn’t that something he has always tried to teach his son? Maybe it’s time to practice what he preaches? So, give the boy a fair chance?

Lyall nods to himself and then addresses Black.

“So, how are you with sheep?”

[justagirlwholikesadam]

Farmer! Sandor Clegane Headcanon

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Summary: Just a few headcanon of Sandor Clegane as a farmer.

A/N: Thinking about this man as a farmer has me down on my knees. Comment and like below, maybe I can do next farmer Sandor meeting reader. Enjoy-L || Border Credit: @cafekitsune

Warning: SFW, sad childhood, Sandor being himself, dog dad,

Farmer!Sandor always knew he wanted to be a farmer from a young age. He liked working with his hands and moving around. He never wanted a desk job, he couldn't imagine his 6 '6 self sitting on a small computer chair for nine hours a day, five days a week. He had low patience dealing with idiot people, so retail was out of the question, any job that required dealing with people was a no. So far the only thing talking back to him were the animals on the farm and he was content with that. 

Farmer!Sandor isn't much of a people person but he will sometimes invite Tormund, a worker from the market he goes to for groceries once in a while over to watch the game or just for a beer. Sandor only does it because Tormund doesn't shut up about coming over. After two six-packs, Tormund isn't so bad to be around and he doesn’t ask him about his scars. 

Farmer!Sandor gets up right before the rooster crow at dawn. He likes to watch the sunrise while drinking black coffee. He nibbles on some toast or some corn muffins. On Sunday, he makes a big breakfast meal since it's the only day he rest. Eggs, bacon sometimes with ham and grits. 

Farmer!Sandor wears a white beater shirt and his dark coarse chest hair peeks out. It shows off his broad shoulders and his muscular arms, it was all thanks to the hard manual labor he does. He ties his long hair with a black hair band, he keeps a spare around his wrist. He wears old blue jeans that hang low on his hips. Sometimes he wears a flannel shirt, when it gets too hot, he takes it off and wraps it around his hips. He wears these heavy size 12 boots with rubber outsoles on them. 

Farmer!Sandor sweats alot after a long day of work. He uses the flannel to wipe the sweat off his forehead, neck and tone arms. He showers immediately after walking into the house. He leaves the boots outside and goes into the shower to clean the dirt and sweat off of his body. He makes sure he cleans himself, rubbing the body wash thoroughly through his chest hair and his long hair. 

Farmer!Sandor walks out of the shower and looks at himself in the mirror. His burn scars are a bit red from being out in the sun all day. He reminds himself for tomorrow to wear his hat. He grabs face cream from the medicine cabinet to help with the redness. Some days Sandor can't stand the sight of him, that's why he liked being alone in his farmhouse. He dislikes the stares and pointing he got when going into town. 

Farmer!Sandor still has issues about his face, it has gotten much better after going to the doctors. He has even done surgery for his hair to grow a bit, he usually combs his hair over to cover the slightly bald spot. He applies oils on his beard regularly and it helped his beard grow a bit back. His right brow has grown a bit as well, but the burn scars on his cheek and ear are still very visible. 

Farmer!Sandor dresses comfy to get started on dinner. He walks into the kitchen and turns on the radio or sometimes the tv. He's listening to the news while cutting some veggies he has grown from his garden in the backyard. He usually grills his steak in the backyard when he's not tired. Opening a beer, he sits down and eats in silence. Sometimes he eats in front of the tv and watches whatever is playing. He's not picky on what to watch on tv. 

Farmer!Sandor was on the field the next day on the tractor when he heard barking. He turns it off and looks over his shoulders to see it was a dog a few feet away from him. There isn't usually strays around, he makes sure of it since he has some chickens and pigs. He walks towards the dog, its shaggy fur is white and gray. Its ears are floppy and its tongue is hanging out as it pants. 

“You alright, pup?” He asked, not really expecting it to answer but to his surprise. It barks at him, making him smile.

He carefully stretches his hand out when he notices it wasn't going to bite. He pats its head and even scratches behind its ears. Asking if it wants to eat, the dog’s tail starts wagging like crazy. Sandor decides he’ll have lunch early that day. He smiles once more when he notices it’s following him all the way to the house.  He sits outside on the porch swing as he eats his sandwich and drinks a cold glass of ice tea. He watches the dog eat the leftover steak from dinner last night. 

Farmer!Sandor decides to keep the dog after it kept following him everywhere for the past week. When he finds out it’s a girl, he decides to name it after his little sister, Ellie. The dog didn’t seem to mind, it followed him whenever he said it. He liked having company, it was less lonely when he wasn’t working. He lets Ellie sleep on the foot of his bed.

Farmer!Sandor doesn't smoke that much, he really only does it when he has a rough day. He’s sitting on the porch swing with a beer in one hand and the cigarette in the other. Since he’s alone, he does alot of thinking as he watches the sunset. He thinks about his life before he started to farm. He has been thinking about his little sister lately since the dog came around. His little sister was his best friend when he was younger. He had told her about his dream of having a farm. He smiles to himself as he remembers her telling him that he had to have horses for her to ride. He promised her that he would when he was a kid he had even promised her that he would have two horses so they could ride together. 

Farmer!Sandor didn't have a good childhood, his parents were never around and his older brother was a bully. His older brother was the one to burn him when he was a kid. While holding his face on the hot coals, his little sister tried to help him. She hit the older brother on the back with her tiny fist. Furious that she was hitting him, he had smacked her. He hit her so hard that she fell back and slammed her head on the coffee table. Ellie lost a lot of blood on the way to the hospital and did not survive. His older brother was 18 at the time and was sentenced to prison. Parents couldn't handle it and left Sandor, who was placed in foster care. 

Farmer!Sandor gets brought back to reality when he feels Ellie rubbing her head against his knee. He threw the cigarette out and placed the beer on the small table near him. He pats the seat next to him and makes sure that the swing doesn't move as Ellie jumps up next to him. He leans back as she rests her head on his lap. Sandor pats her head softly as he looks over across the field and stares at the half built stable he was building, he was going to get those horses and complete his promise to his sister. 

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Some Nice!future au headcannons because I want to keep the ideas fresh in my head.

- Bruce is retired, Wich is insane saying this, I know right? How could he? And that's my favorite part he is retired, except he isn't actually.

He generally stays in the comm and no he doesn't care if that bothers Terry. Sometimes Terry just purposely turns his comm off, part to piss Bruce off and part to not get himself pissed off because there's a limit on how much you want your dad minding your business while your doing your job.

So Bruce stays sometimes in the comm and sometimes giving his mostly unwanted inputs on his investigations.

He doesn't get out as Batman as much as he wants to, because yeah that would get him killed but when that ever stopped Bruce Wayne honstly? And also because when he did it he almost gave everysingle one of the Bats a fucking heart attack.

Terry was so fucking confused because some goons and criminals kept telling him 'I though you were taller???' and he would get '????'

- Bruce minds everyone business as well is not just Terry, sometimes he just pop up in the other Bats comms and everyone is deeply annoyed about it, because how the fuck he keeps invading their own security system?

And it's even more infuriating because in the end of the day (most of the time) he is just extremely helpful.

Not even Oracle could keep him off her back.

- Tim is "technically" now the best detective in the world, except he isn't because Bruce isn't dead and Detective Chimps isn't either, but not many people know that.

- Gordon is happily retired thank you very much, and he can finally rest because Montoya filled for him as commissioner.

- Everything that might happen is her problem now.

- Harley is mostly retired she lives with Pamela in a farm and works as a super-people/part villains therapist from home-office.

- Harley and Pam got married.

- Jason visits Harley constantly, they bonded a lot in these past few years.

- Jason visits Harley much more often then he visits Bruce and Bruce is definitely not jealous about it even though Harley lives in literally nowhere and the Manor is right there–

- Bruce nags Jason, so much about it. He nags everyone about it. He sends a passive agressive "Alfred told me to tell you dinner is ready" message ever couple of weeks (he's lying).

Jason once told him "I really miss it when you were emotionally stunted" and Bruce just looked at him and quipped.

"You're the ones to told me to get therapy."

- Bruce doesn't actually go to therapy he gossips with Harley and they call that therapy.

Because Harley tricks him into sessions mid gossiping.

And it is in fact, better than nothing.

- Terry became Batman as an annoying 17 year old for the exasperation of every adult of the Batfamily.

- Damian and Tim we're the one's who trained him, Bruce unfortunately was hospitalized at the time (he's better now).

- Damian trained Terry in martial arts, combat and streets smart skill and Tim helped training him on how to proceed with the criminal forensics part.

- Duke and Steph kept an eye on Terry in his first months of patrol, Terry kept trying to get away from them to do whatever he wanted but Tim or Damian would always eventually catch up to him.

- That doesn't mean he stopped trying until he made all four of them age ten years of stress.

- They let him do it whatever he wanted eventually, but mostly because they knew he was ready.

- Steph just did on purpose.

- Damian rarely would actually join Terry (or any of them) on patrol because he prefers working in the shadows.

- The day Terry successfully tricked all the four of them into leaving him alone he almost had a heart attack because he immediately bumped into no one less then Nightwing and Redhood.

- Red Robin was the one to call them.

- Terry and Jason got along so quickly it's infuriating.

- Terry is a great Batman, he is skilled and witty which puts almost every criminal off rithm.

They hadn't got this that amount of stress ever since Dick's robin.

- Jason works as a literature professor in Gotham public school.

- Jason was Terry's teacher for a while.

- Terry hated it.

- Terry got to school with patrol bruises once and when Jason managed to get a hand on him he cussed him out for 45 minutes.

That's how he learned that Tim and Damian forgot to teach Terry how to hide them.

Then he cussed them out for 84 minutes holding Terry's shirt the same way you hold a wet cat.

[mama2bears]

Guardians In The Night - Part 3 (Final)

Warnings: angst, suggestive, fight scene

Pairings: Tyler Owens/F. Reader

Part 3 (Final Part)

A few hours later, Tyler and you were riding the horses side by side down a state park trail. The dogs were running a head and both of you seemed lost in thought.

“Remember when we first met? I think I was about fifteen.” he smiled, glancing over at you.

“Sure do. Your uncle had just brought the house and you walked over to talk to my dad about bull riding.”

“I thought your dad was going to just take me out back and put me on a bull and tell me everything I needed to know. Instead he strings up this 50 gallon drum between two trees and tells me to ride that first.” Tyler laughs.

“I remember you falling off of that barrel a lot.” you grinned.

“If I remember right, you were washing down your horse and turned around and sprayed me with the hose.” Tyler smirked.

“Only because you kept complaining about how hot it was! I was trying to help!”

You both laughed, then Tyler said, “We sure did have some good times back then. It was like we were inseparable. I was always over at your house or you were at mine. We went to the same rodeos and sometimes you would come with me and the guys to have a few drinks.”

“I also remember you scaring away any cowboy that dared asked me out.” you glared.

“Well...I had a crush on you.” Tyler blushed, looking down. This might have been the first time he actually admitted having feelings for you, and it was more then a crush.

“Really? Well, you had a poor way of showing it. You never did ask me out on a date.”

He was silent for a moment. “I had a crush on you the first day I saw you.” he said softly, “then as time went on, as the years went by, that crush grew. I was head over heels in love with you. Why do you think I threw myself in front of that bull for you? It would have killed me if something happened to you.”

You were silent for a moment, tears threatening to fall before you spoke in a broken voice, “Then why did you push me away? You acted like you hated me after the accident. YEARS went by with me calling you every day, then every week, then every month until I finally just gave up. You never answered my calls, never returned them....nothing.”

“I was scared.” he said softly, biting his lip. “As a teen I was scared to ask you out. I thought I wasn't good enough for you. I was shy. As we got a little older I still didn't think I was good enough for you. I thought maybe once I made the PBR and became someone important, starting making enough money to take care of you...then maybe I could ask you out.”

“Tyler, I...” you paused, “I loved you from day one. I used to day dream about us getting married and having a family. Your uncle and my dad could combine business and our two farms could become one. I couldn't wait to see you, I couldn't stand being apart from you, but you acted like you never wanted to be more then friends,.”

“I am really sorry, Y/N.” Tyler said softly, allowing a tear to roll down his cheek. “I will always regret the day I told you to leave. I was scared, I didn't know if I had future or what that future would look like. I didn't want you having to take care of me or anything.”

You sighed, turning the horses around to head back, “Well, at least we found our way back home again.”

“Fifteen years ago...” Tyler whispered, reaching for your hand. You stop your horse next to his and take his hand as he gazed into your eyes, “Fifteen years ago, Y/N...and I still feel the same way. I am still madly in love with you.” he choked back the tears.

You squeeze his hand, “I've never stopped loving you.”

“So are we gonna do this or what?” he grinned.

“Depends...when are we going to ever go on an official date. I think fifteen years is a little too long to wait for a guy to ask me out on a date.”

“Will you go out with me, Y/N? Dinner on Friday? I'll pick you up at seven?”

“It's a date.” you agree.

* * * * *

It was just getting dark when Tyler pulled into his drive way, “I'll get the horses put up and give you a ride home.”

“Okay.” you force a smile, but he hears your shaky voice.

“Sweetheart, what's wrong?” he asked concerned.

“Nothing.” you brush it off.

Tyler reaches across the seat and takes your hand in his, “I know something is bothering you...I hear it in your voice. What is it Darling?” he asks softly.

You took a deep breath before answering, “Last night I was scared of every little noise. I kept thinking someone was out there trying to break in again. I have never been scared being by myself before, but...I have that same feeling now...like I am dreading the night.”

“It's okay Darling. It's completely understandable.” he squeezed your hand, “that's why I slept in my truck last night in your yard. I wanted to make sure you were safe. Do you want me to stay with you tonight?”

“Yes please.” you whisper, turning your eyes to meet his, “I am sorry for being such a chicken.”

“Sweetheart, you are anything but a chicken. You're one of the strongest people I know. It's okay to need someone though. It's okay to let someone take care of you.” he leaned closer to you and brushed his hand gently along your cheek, “Let me take care of you. Let me be your protector, your shelter in the storm...your safe place.”

You nod and Tyler leans in slowly, brushing his lips against yours. “I love you, Y/N.” he mumbled against your lips. “Sorry it took me fifteen years to say it.”

“Love you too.” you whisper.

* * * * *

Later that night, you were sleeping with your head on his chest, one arm loosely draped over his stomach and his arm protectively wrapped around you. A loud banging noise caused you both to jump awake.

“Stay here...” Tyler whispered

“Ty...don't go. What if it's him.” you whisper, your voice shaking.

You hear the noise again and the sound of the door knob rattling, “Call the police and STAY here. No matter what, do not come out of this room until the police arrive or I come back and get you.” he said sternly, slipping out the bedroom door.

Tyler was standing next to the door, listening to the person trying to pick the lock. Suddenly, Tyler swung the door open and grabbed the person by the shirt in one swift movement, throwing them to the ground.

His eyes trained on the man in front of him, he recognized the guy from the bar, “You stupid son of a “ Tyler seethed as the man jumped back to his feet. He threw a punch at Tyler, which he ducked and picked the man up over his shoulder, throwing him back to the ground. “What's the matter, one ass whopping wasn't enough for you?” Tyler yelled, kicking the man, then picking him back up by the shirt, throwing more punches.

“I am sorry. I am sorry...I ….didn't know you were here.” the guy said

“So you thought you were going to break into the house and go after my girl when she was alone?” Tyler seethed, throwing the man up against his truck, “she would have shot your ass, which might have been better then what I am about to do to you.”

Hearing sirens in the distance, Tyler slammed the man back up against the truck again, reaching in the bed of the truck he pulled out some rope, tying his hands together and tying him to the truck.

“Ty? You okay?” you called from the door way.

“I am right here sweetheart.” he called, walking over to you.

You looked at Ty and over at the man that now had a bloodied face and was tied to the back of Tyler's red dodge ram.

“I was going to take him for a little drive down the road.” Tyler grinned, “Too bad the cops got here first.” added as blue lights sped up the driveway, lighting up the yard.

“Thank you.” you whispered as he pulls you against him in a hug and softly kisses your lips.

“Anytime, Sweetheart.” Tyler held you closer to him as you talked to the police and gave them your statement.

“Shall we go back to bed and do some catching up?” he mumbled against your ear once the police left.

“I've been waiting a long time for you to make that offer.” you grinned as he lead up back to the bedroom.

[henneseyhoe]

COUNTRY LOVIN’

Trevante Rhodes x BLACK!FEM!PLUSSIZE!reader

WARNINGS:nsfw, mentions of spirituality, mentions of death, childhood trauma, smut, slow burn(ish), friends to lovers.

SUMMARY: A sweet country story that will have your teeth aching! Follow Sorie on her journey through womanhood and attempting to break free from the child her father still sees her as. Will the love she has for her childhood friend prevail with a crazy dad around?

Ps. Starting out slow (for now🤭)

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The sun beamed down on the big yard of grass, the temperature rising to a heated 87. Since it was the Deep South, a heatwave was bound to happen that month with how the weather was this week, and the towns people could sense it. Though it was hot and the temperature was going up by the days, it didn’t stop anyone from getting a days work done.

from farmers farming, to craftsmen crafting, my father and the rest of the small community we had included in that group of people still continued to work through the week till we got a break on the weekend.

I walked outside with a wooden tray, six glasses of fresh lemonade and iced teas set right on top of the oak, ready to be downed by the group of working men I approached. They were building a small stage for the children in the town, the enthusiastic kids giving them a suggestion to put on a play for Juneteenth the week before, so they got right on it to make it happen.

The wind blew against my resisting picked out afro, my straw hat almost flying off before the wind calmed back down. “Y’all boys thirsty?” I asked, the men turning to me with smiles while setting down their many tools, the conversation they were having before immediately coming to a stop.

“You right on time, babygirl!” My father smiled widely, a single golden canine gleaming at me. I smiled back and set down the tray of drinks on the halfway built stage, letting the men help themselves to the drinks.

My father took his own drink and kissed me on my cheek before taking a sip of the sweetened drink of his choice. I wiped his kiss off and made a face expressing annoyance, the men around me finding humor in the treatment. “don’t nobody want your sweaty kisses, daddy” I complained and he chuckled, finishing his drink. “You’ll be alright, I’ll be sure to give you a clean one right on that big forehead when I wash up for dinner” I shook my head.

He was always an affectionate man, wether it was in public or at home. The man still tries to hold my hand when we cross the street, and I always have to remind him that I’m a grown *ass* woman, which he still seems to dismiss like he doesn’t hear me.

I found it cute sometimes. One day I hoped to have a man who was just as affectionate as he use to be with my mother, and I already had an eye on who I wanted that man to be. Quickly reaching at the tray, I picked up a sweet tea and handed it to the same man in mind; Trevante. He was already reaching for the glass first, but I had to make sure I handed it to him directly, just to have that small interaction I hated to admit that I craved. He chuckled at my gesture and grabbed the glass from me.

He nodded to me as a “Thanks”, his hand softly grazing mine. Shivers went up my spine. That man could make me melt before the sun, and that was a fact. It seemed like everyone but my father could tell I was sweet on him, cause if he did I would have never had the chance to be around him like this, especially this close. You could tell Trevante was always cautious with his body language when we were around, afraid that my father would pick up on anything. It had been like that since we were teenagers.

It wasn’t like we were doing anything anyway. just a few late night conversations on the phone here and there, a few ‘accidental’ meet ups, the flirting, and two other situations that would probably send my father into cardiac arrest, but it never went farther than that. I hated that honestly.

Our relationship dynamic always felt like a constant tug of war, neither of us trying to go over that line. My reason being the fear of upsetting someone I rarely upset, and his being not wanting to break a clear boundary set in stone, but not spoken of. He knew I liked him, definitely, and I knew he liked me. I think.

If my father even found out we were talking on the phone, let alone late at night, he’d go off and then proceed to curse his bestfriend for raising such a “sly fox” of a son, thinking he had corrupted me into thinking what we were “doing” was okay.

He was a traditional man and he was that dramatic about me dating. What made it worse is that he never expected the potential date to be someone he saw as a long lost son, and thought I saw him as some kind of sibling, which never was the case. All that pretend best buddies bullshit ended when he decided he wanted to kiss me in a shed after church a year ago. That was as far as we ever went, but obviously there wasn’t much learned from the holy book.

“you made this yourself?” He asked with a hum, setting the halfway empty glass back onto the tray. I nodded with a genuine smile, holding my sun hat down on my head as the wind blew. I couldn’t even help but watch how his tongue ran across his lips, licking up any droplets of the sweet drink.

It was only for a few seconds, but I made to to quickly snap myself out of it to answer him. “That’s all me. I made sure I didn’t make it too sweet for you” he smiles and takes my hand into his, my heart skipping a little beat. “Thank you, beautiful” he complimented, holding my hand. For a second it seemed like the world stopped as I watched him caress the top of my hand, but it was really just the effect of the sounds of working slowing down again, almost everyone peeping our exchange.

Trevante glared back at the nosy crowd and let my hand go, tucking his own in his pocket.

I cleared my throat and looked away, fluffing out the bottom of my afro as Trevante looked away into the distant field. “…Anyway! I should be heading back to the house, check on the greens I put on” I lied, knowing damn well we weren’t having greens tonight. Turning away to quickly dismiss myself, my dad called out to me “Before you go! I need you to go get my other tools from the shed in the back to finish up this flooring” he said, pointing towards the back of the house. I huffed silently and turned to him, my hands sassily sitting on my hips.

“I look like some big man to you? I can’t carry whatever it is that you need!” I complained, the men laughing. My father shook his head and pointed to Tre, snapping his fingers to get his attention as all of it was currently on the shape of my hips. He pretended to look around in a toolbox sitting near the end of the stage to cover his tracks before turning to my father. “Yes, Sir?”.

“Son, be a good man and help my suddenly weak daughter carry those tools?” The man asked. I was too busy trying to control the thumping of my heart beating against my rib cage that I almost barely heard my fathers request. “Yes, Sir. I’ll get right to it” he spoke with respect, putting aside the toolbox he was pretending to plunder in, and walking with me towards the back of the house.

“Ya’ daddy losing his sight or sumn?” He looks at me, smirking a bit. I raise a brow. “boy, what?” I asked, genuinely wondering where that question could come from. “He don’t seem to see the way you be lookin’ at me. He must be losin’ it” he joked, and I playfully pushed him. “Shut up, you had me worried for a second!” we both laughed, approaching the red painted shed.

“He still runnin’ every nigga that like you outta town?”

I shook my head, sighing. “You know he crazy. He’d run a nigga off earth if that meant I’d be untouched” Trevante kissed his teeth and opened the sheds doors, walking in. I reached for the lights string and pulled it, turning the light on. “You think he’d do that to me?” He asked, beginning to look around for the specific tools my dad asked for.

I smile, butterflies filling my stomach. “Why you ask?” He looks at me for a spilt second, smiling. “Just wanna know” he responds. Nodding, I stand back, allowing him to look for the asked for tools.

“Nah, he’d probably throw up a few times at the thought of us doing anything together, then lock you in the basement though” I joked, both of us laughing again.

“You gonna bring me down dinner every night if he catches me?” I roll my eyes, pulling myself up onto a table to sit. “oh, honey… You have very high hopes for me like I’m not gon be locked in this damn shed” he shakes his head.

It was already a surprise that my father sent us back here together and alone at that, but that just meant he was getting too comfortable with the thought of us being strictly platonic. It scared me a little. How would he really react if our friendship, *if you could even call it that*, grew into something a little more? Yes, we joked about it together, but the thought of it genuinely made me anxious, my stomach turning.

If there was one thing my father could do, it was drag a situation out so bad until there was nothing left to say and his opponent had no choice but to let him win, which I did often. I barely rebelled against anything he said, actually.

“Aye! You gon’ sit over there lookin’ stuck the whole time or help me look for these damn tools?” Trevante asks while snapping his fingers in front of me. He must’ve been there for a few seconds.

“Boy,- “ I slap his hand away.

“you the big strong man, use your big strong brain to find it” I sass, the man squinting at me. “What a doll you are” he says, sarcasm plaguing his tone, making me giggle.

About a minute later, he pulls a big blue tool box from underneath a tarp. the box was locked up, most likely to stop anyone or anything stealing my fathers “good tools”, as he would say.

“Look at that, you aren’t just muscle after all!” I laugh and hoped down from the table, brushing my dress off to rid it of any dust from the wooden table. He mimics my laugh and starts looking around for the keys to the box.

“You know where he keeps the keys?” He huffs, lifting the heavy box on his shoulder and turning to me. I shrug, genuinely not knowing where that old man placed anything. “I dunno. Maybe hanging up somewhere” I suggest, not really caring too much to look around for that either.

He hums while looking around striding closer to me. “Maybe get up and help me look?” My lips formed a straight line, my expression becoming blank. My hands began fiddling with the lace on the bottom of my dress, my nerves getting worse the closer he got. “No?” He asks, his face now close to mine. I refused to turn away and give him the satisfaction of making me visually nervous, so I stayed still. Letting him get closer.

He paused for a moment, our noses almost touching. It was radio silence for a split second, only the cicadas and distant laughter being heard until I spoke.

“No…”

The response was more timid than I wanted it to sound, but with how my thighs were clenching together as I felt his breath on my lips, the intensifying second heart beat that had appeared just a few seconds ago, I doubt that I would have been able to say it confidently anyhow.

I felt bold enough to close the gap, but he had already pulled away, leaving me awkwardly leaning forward on my tippy toes into nothing. with keys in his hand, he held them up to my face, dangling them. “look at that, they were hanging up. Behind you actually” he smiles, his pearly whites that were decorated with golden slugs making an appearance.

“They were..” was all I could say as he walks out of the shed, me following closely behind him with a stupid look on my face.

“Damn! Y’all must’ve been chasing y’all tails back there!” My dad yells, referencing how long we had been gone, occupied with the task given. “They was back there chasing something alright” one of the men interrupted, making the group erupt into laughter. “Catch it, buck” another said, using my fathers nickname while referring to him not catching onto the joke, which wouldn’t have been a joke to him if he had caught on.

“I apologize, but I can’t say your daughter was much help looking” Trevante says, bumping my shoulder and setting down the box. I scoff, setting my hands on my back. “I helped! I told you where it usually was, and you found it!”

“Five minutes after we walked in! Then you just sat there the whole time”

“you must’ve bumped your head if you think imma get my hands dirty to find some old tools and risk staining my dress with rust. I just finished sewing this!” It seemed like everyone either found humor or slight annoyance in how I refused to mess up my nails and clothes, regardless of being surrounded by nothing but nature.

Usually I didn’t have a problem with getting dirty, but I didn’t put on this dress right after I finished it for no reason. I wanted to look pretty. Not like I had been working all day. Even if I had gotten one little stain on it, if it was something I couldn’t get out, I probably would have cried. I was very serious about my crafts.

Going back and forth for a few more minutes, I had realized I passed more than enough time by as I faced the sun, watching it prepare to set. It was now time to go back in and prepare dinner.

[spoiled-milk]

dan heng as your roommate (modern au)

a/n: in compliance with dan heng’s five star release being yesterday here’s brainrot for my beloved also praying that those who pull for dan heng win their 50/50 or get him early (it took me 80 pity with guaranteed 😭😭). will be mia so i can farm more stellar jades for his weapon since he wanted to come home on hard pity

content warning: mentions of alcohol consumption, other than that none that i can think of. no mention of reader's gender

word count: ~1k words

you share a small apartment with dan heng. you used to share it with one of your friends, but a sudden job opportunity for them turns into you frantically finding a roommate to fill so that you’re not paying the full price of the rent next month

you find dan heng through one of your friend’s friend. March (your friend) knew someone with grey hair who then gave dan heng your details since he was looking for a place to live

you two officially meet at a coffee shop where you discuss rent, house rules, and the lease and you did not expect him to be hella attractive

rules are as follows: there’s a chore list on the fridge in the form of dry erase board, if bringing over friends you must let the other know before you bring them over, no going into the other person’s room without their knowledge, and keep hooking up to a minimum if possible or keep it quiet

at first he seemed like a quiet guy who wanted nothing to do with you which like didn’t hurt your feelings too much yk you just needed someone to pay half of the rent, but slowly he starts to open up to you and you have no problems opening up

usually you take turns cooking, but he’s come to realize you only know how to make is boxed food and breakfast foods, so after eating waffles for the 12th time that week he decides he’ll cook dinner for the most part

dan heng without fail will always give you the last piece of anything he makes. dumplings? you can have the last one. 12 pack of juice in the fridge? he won’t even go get more unless you drink the last one. you make brownies as a token of appreciation for him and insist you don’t want any and all of it is for him? you find the last piece tucked away in the fridge with your name on it

he makes it a point to do the dishes together. at first he argued that he could do it but after much begging from you, he allows you to help him rinse the dishes

this has become a nearly every night thing. you eat whatever dan heng makes then y’all do the dishes. most of the time you’re doing the talking, but it’s not exhausting to talk to him like you talk to others

you don’t know much about his past but he sure does knows a lot about your past. you’re sure march probably unintentionally spilled about your past, but you don’t really mind knowing it’s just dan heng. march has told you to ask him but when you do, he softly shuts it down

it doesn’t hurt your feelings of course. you understand that everyone has their secrets and no one is entitled to his, but it does hurt a little that he doesn’t seem like he wants to tell you since you thought you were getting pretty close as friends

oftentimes at the end of a stressful week, you find some movie on some streaming service and crash on the couch with snacks littering the coffee table. sometimes dan heng will come join you on the couch to whatever movie you put on, regardless of genre. rom com? he’s got his eyes glued to the screen. some environmental documentary about the gas leaks that effect a underprivileged community? he’s sat next to you nodding his head to the tv like a middle aged dad

most of the time you fall asleep in the middle of these movies and most of the time when you wake up in the middle of the night you either find yourself covered with a fluffy blanket or you find yourself in your bed with no memory of how you got there. you suspect dan heng carried you there, but you’ve never had the courage to ask him

there was one time when you woke up from sleeping in the middle of the movie and the tv was left on to the end credit scene. you reach for the remote next to you and turn off the tv. you start to shift a little but then you notice a weight next to you, it’s your roommate. he’s got an arm around your waist and he’s pulling you closer to him

you’re too tired to properly comprehend the situation so you let it happen. you lean your head towards his chest and end up falling asleep listening to dan heng’s heartbeat. when dan heng woke up that morning realizing what had happened, he could not look you in the eye for a week without blushing

he also takes care of you whenever you come home shitfaced from an outing or get shitfaced by yourself with 3 bottles of soju. it doesn’t happen often and you try not to drink often, but when you decide to go out, dan heng somehow knows that you’ve been out drinking and will always be at home waiting for your return

your friends drop you off at your apartment and dan heng helps you into bed. he takes a baby wipe and wipes off any dirt on your face. he’s so gentle with it that it honestly feels like a dream. you lowkey cherish it every single time, it feels so intimate that you wish he meant it in that way and not as just a friend

just as you’re losing consciousness, dan heng gets close to you but your vision is slightly blurring so you’re not sure what he’s up to, but you trust dan heng 100% to not take advantage of you

as you scrunch your eyebrows you feel something soft press against your cheek and then once again on your forehead. they’re brief and short, but you can feel your body get hotter and hotter, not even sure if it’s the alcohol or dan heng (or both maybe)

you pray that your big crush on him isn’t obvious but march tells you otherwise. so now you only hope that dan heng can’t tell but honestly it’s really hard to read his feelings, but you’re not sure how long you can keep up this “he’s just my roommate” act to your friends and yourself

[wexhappyxfew]

thinking deeply about vivian ratcliff. grew up in fort collins, colorado with a good family, a good childhood, filled with many homemade dinners and pastries after meals and flowers in pretty, passed-through-generations vases. her family had a big farm that’s been there for hundreds of years through the ratcliff family and she spent many summers riding horses, tending to the cows, chickens, pigs and her ma’s honeybee farm. they make quite the profit. she’s kind and conscientious, aspiring teacher, and a happy-go-lucky, calm-cool-and-collected type of girl. she’s content with where she is in life. and she wants to do things, see new places, read and learn all there is. and then she meets boyfriend-turned-future-husband when her dad needs a handy-man and james pennington shows up. she attends the university of washington and completes a program for teaching but goes into the military after graduation because of an opportunity to shoot and fly - and, with a war on, she could kill two birds with one stone and see the world and do something for it at the same time. with her parents a little less than happy and her boyfriend shipping out to the navy, viv takes this in stride. heading to utah, she gets a gig on a plane as a turret gunner before being accepted into Silver Bullets under captain birdie faulkner, the first female pilot of the war for america. the crew builds up, the friendships form and Silver Bullets is the finest B-17 there is. she writes to james, she keeps up with her family and friends back home, she goes to the flying club, and takes early morning runs around base. she’s content. things are good.

then, captain faulkner is KIA. flying a regular bombing run - freak accident with the shrapnel flying through the air. killing her right in the midst of the sky. viv remembers how numbed and equally freaked out francis was - how’d she manage to land a plane and maintain composure? lieutenant annie bradshaw is the newest replacement and finds herself next as the newest pilot of Silver Bullets. viv thinks things are okay, things are looking up.

then, a letter comes in. james pennington is KIA. her world seems to shatter. everything seems to crack open and equally fall apart. she’s half in a spiral and half trying to keep it together in front of everyone else. no one should see her like this. she hardly wants to see herself like this. annie bradshaw and the rest of the crew seems to pull her through; most surprisingly, so does everett blakely. he was always more in the background, a handshake, a comforting pat on the shoulder, willing to check in and move on his way. an all-around gentleman. then, she starts to notice him. at breakfast, at dinners, before missions, after missions, glances through the interrogation tables, before bed when cigarette butts were stubbed out and last minute conversations were held. everett blakely was always there.

then, the Silver Bullets crew is split across half of europe. and yet again, with 40% of the crew MIA, viv is sent to operations and is suddenly stepping into a world where her hands are filled more with pencils and papers and maps then a gun. yet again - without annie bradshaw and francis montez, who became a pilot for a new B-17 crew with quite an annoying co-pilot, viv feels more alone than ever. until ev blakely is there. always there. again. they grow closer than they ever had - breakfast together, sometimes even lunch and dinner, cigarette breaks, sharing coffee breaks, finding moments to take a glance throughout the operations room. moments viv didn’t think much of. until she was heading out for the night and ev invited her to the flying club for a drink and a dance.

and then the war ended. and everyone went their separate ways. and reality hit. and it hit hard. james pennington’s funeral, the reality that the man she was going to marry is now dead, and her family, torn at the edges, crumbling. she’s hurt, filled with a grief she can’t untangle and is lost between what to do and what else there is left for her. until everett blakely starts writing. and doesn’t stop writing. writing the Silver Bullets girls were on thing, but writing ev blakely was different - in his words, his phrases, what he talked about.

they decide to meet, and everything comes flooding back. like the crash of high waves, just as fast, just as harshly. and she doesn’t feel herself turn away like she would. and suddenly, she doesn’t want him to leave. and for the first time in her life, he doesn’t. he stays.

[jungle-angel]

LISTEN LISTEN 🗣️🗣️I Remember Everything by Zach Bryan is SO ABSOLUTELY Rhett Abbott having a fight with you and making up CODED i need someone to write this so bad

OH GOD NONNY!!!!! I am so sorry that this is so late in coming but the squeak I had let out when I saw this!!

It had been a long week for both you and Rhett. He felt terrible about the fight you two had gotten into one night, a simple mistake really, but one that you didn't wish to make again. Tensions in the house were already high and everybody was on their last nerve, the stress of getting your home built up in Bozeman and the stress of getting all the paperwork in so that you and Rhett would have legal custody of Amy.

You sniffed away the tears, your hands buried in your face even as Pongo, your beloved Dalmatian whined and licked your face. Perdita wasn't too far behind him either, settling in beside you with her head in your lap.

You turned every thought over in your head as you watched the gorgeous sunset of early spring, the days much warmer and much lighter now, listening for the little baby monitor on the porch just in case Amy started crying.

God why does this shit have to be so fucking hard.......?! You thought.

Why did it? It shouldn't have been that hard and yet it was. You wiped away the tears from your stinging, reddened eyes, watching the hills with every hope that your husband would come back. You heard the storm door on the porch hiss and click shut along with the clunk of your father-in-law's boots.

"Hey sweetheart," Royal said, seating himself beside you. "Ya'll ok?"

"I dunno Roy," you croaked. "I'm so sorry for whatever happened......."

""Don't you dare be sorry (y/n)," Royal told you. "This ain't your fault. There's just alot of tension in the house right now and us Abbott men tend to let it get the better of us."

You nodded as Royal handed you a mason jar full of his homemade spiked apple cider. It was so smooth you couldn't even taste the alcohol in it.

"Why does shit have to be this hard?" you croaked.

"Sometimes shit gets hard so that we can appreciate life more," Royal mused. "I know it sounds fucked up, but if ya'll go through life expectin everything to be handed to ya then what's really the point of it all?"

"You think so?"

"Not a doubt honey," Royal answered. "S'a real harsh lesson to learn. My Ma and my Pa learned that the hard way too and so didn't I. Ya'll should've heard the stories from when Cece and I were startin out."

"That bad?"

"Her temper got real hot one night after her younger brother stole money from her," Royal said with a chuckle. "She thought I was him walkin through that door and chucked a kitchen knife right at me."

You suddenly laughed through your tears as Royal went into detail about his and Cecelia's younger years, just starting out on the ranch as a young married couple with no idea of what the fuck they were doing. Deep down you felt better, but a nervous pang welled in your chest when you saw the familiar sight of Rhett's truck pulling up the gravel driveway. You saw Pongo and Perdita bounding down the steps to go and greet Rhett as he pulled out a bag from the back containing his and Royal's dinner orders from The Handsome Gambler.

"All good Dad?" he asked.

"Yeah just sharin a before dinner drink with (y/n)," Royal explained. "You free tomorrow or no?"

"I've got some stuff goin on," Rhett answered, running a hand through his hair. "Chester needs some help down at the farm across the street from the school."

"Alright, just curious, that's all," Royal said with a shrug. "Here, I've gotta go in and help your Ma with the laundry for a few."

Royal disappeared inside, leaving the two of you alone on the porch. Rhett quickly noticed the look on your face and tilted your chin so that your gazes met.

"Baby I am so, so sorry," he apologized, his voice croaking a little.

"Rhett, it was my fault, I made a mistake and....."

Rhett quickly drew you into his arms and pressed a heated kiss to your lips. "Hey," he said. "We both made a dumb mistake and we own up to it. Ya'll know I'll never walk out and leave you right?"

You nodded, the tears starting again.

You and Rhett sat on those steps for what felt like forever, nearly forgetting that dinner was waiting. You, Rhett, Royal and Cecelia all sat out on the porch and ate together, all of you listening just in case Amy woke up. Rhett curled his arm around you and pressed a kiss to your lips, the lingering taste of a cheeseburger still on his lips and the both of you closer than ever.

[elisajdb]

Date Night

Goku worried he was in trouble when he walked into his home and didn't smell food coming from the kitchen. It was dinner time but the lights were off in the kitchen, the table was empty of food and the stove was cold. Searching for Ki around the house, Goku felt only Chichi’s. Gohan and Goten, he felt, were at Gyumao's home. "Uh-oh." Chichi would kick the boys out if she was so angry with him she didn't want her sons to see her yell at him..... Or she had a night of intimacy planned! That had to be it! Goku knew he didn't do anything wrong. He worked all week. All right he worked three days and spent two days training but he was on the farm.

“I’m not in trouble.” Goku put his lunch cooler on the table and rubbed his hungry stomach. Goku didn’t mind Chichi wanted intimacy but couldn't they eat first? He was starving! "Chichi?" Goku called for his wife as he headed to their bedroom. Maybe I can talk Chichi into cooking something before we get down to business. But as he entered his bedroom, Goku realized Chichi wasn’t planning a night of intimacy. Oh, this is bad. There was a suit hanging on the closet door. One of Chichi’s fancy dresses hung next to it. His wife was in the bathroom showering. It was Date Night.

Escape! Escape his mind told him. Go to Vegeta for a spar. Go to Piccolo for a spar. Go to the moon! Just anywhere as long as he can escape Date Night! He put his fingers to his forehead searching for the first ki to pop up. "Goku, if you leave, I won't cook for you for a week!" Dammit. His weakness. He couldn’t say no to that. Not again. He dared Chichi once. Goku was confident Chichi wouldn't withhold food from him but Chichi did and Goku found himself sitting at the dinner table as his sons ate. Gohan looked regretful as he ate Goku’s portion of dinner but Goten was smug as he happily ate his Daddy’s food. Never again Goku vowed. Goku lowered his fingers. "How did you know?" Chichi opened the bathroom door. Her hair was wet and her wet body soaked through the towel wrapped around her. It was as if she jumped out of the shower to stop him. "I know you." Chichi adjusted her slipping towel. “Is going out with me that unbearable?”

“No.” Goku didn’t want Chichi to think he hated going out with her. “I don't hate Date Night, Chichi, but I hate wearing suits.”

“It’s only for one night, Goku. I’m not asking you to save the world.”

“That’ll be easier.”

“Please,” Chichi pleaded. “We don’t have many nights alone.”

“Don’t you let me know about this earlier?” It wasn’t like Chichi to drop Date Night on him all of a sudden. She always told him two days before, the night before and the morning of so he doesn’t forget and come home early to prepare. This always allowed Goku to find a reason to delay coming home and get out of Date Night.

Chichi’d get upset and yell at him for ignoring her reminders but by morning, Chichi was over it. This time, Chichi wasn’t upset with him. She looked disappointed and that always ate at him.

“It was Dad who made dinner plans for us. He came over for lunch and thought we deserved a night alone and offered to watch our sons tonight.”

“Oh.” Goku looked over at the dresser and noticed the fresh bouquet of red roses in a vase. “That explains who gave you that.” He noticed a white box next to the vase. “What’s in there?”

“Pearl earrings.”

Goku’s eyes widened horrified. “Is it your birthday? Is it our anniversary?” Goku panicked. It couldn’t be one of those! At least he didn’t think so. Gohan and Goten always reminded him.

Chichi squeezed the bridge between her nose. Her sigh was a woman at her wits’ end. “Sometimes, Goku, the people you love gift you things because they want to and not because it’s a special day. Sometimes they plan things and want to be with you because they love you.”

Oooh, Chichi got him good stabbing him in the heart with that one. “Sorry. I’ll take a shower and…..I hate suits, Chichi,” he complained again. “It’s not you.”

“I hate you’re the one everyone turns to when the world is in danger. I hate when the world is celebrating victory, I am wondering if my husband is coming home. It’s not you or your love for fighting.”

Chichi twisted the knife and pulled his heart out with that one.

Defeated, Goku went into the shower. As the hot water ran down his body, Goku thought of Chichi. All Chichi wanted was to spend time with him. Goku liked spending time with Chichi, too. Date Nights weren’t always dinners, movies or concerts with him in fancy suits. Sometimes it was them doing things together. He remembered visiting a farm and picking fruit with ChiChi. He remembered going to an amusement park. They even hiked the mountains on Mount Paozu. When it was only them, Goku and Chichi did active things together and Goku loved that.

After they had children, Chichi relegated Date Night to having private dinners, going dancing, and attending movies or concerts. Chichi’s excuse was wanting to relax after spending all day with an active baby and husband.

It’s only one night Goku told himself. The restaurants he and Chichi ate at always had good food. So what if he had to wear a stuffy suit? It’s gonna constrict me all night. But Chichi will smile and thank him for giving her this night. It was worth it to see her smile.

Goku was in a better mood about Date Night when he stepped into the bedroom naked and fresh from his shower. He put on his clothes as Chichi finished preparing herself. She wore a figure-hugging dress. It was black, sleek and whoa! Goku noticed the side slit went all the way up her left thigh and when she walked across the room to her vanity table, he saw teases of her beautiful lithe leg.

“That’s a fancy dress. Did your Dad get you that?”

“No. I bought this myself.” Chichi brushed her hair in front of the mirror. “I was shopping with 18 and saw this on a mannequin. I kept staring at it that 18 encouraged me to try it on. It looked good on me and it’s out of my normal price range but something in me told me to get it. Somedays you see something you want and you have to have it.”

“Hmm,” Goku murmured approvingly. He had his pants, shirt and tie on. All he needed was his jacket but Goku couldn’t take his eyes off Chichi in her dress. It did look good on her.  It accentuated her figure lovingly. The cleavage of her breasts drew more attention to assets he lovingly used as pillows some nights. The long slit teasing her leg reminded Goku of how tightly that leg would wrap around his waist as he drove himself in and out of her when they made love. Her hips looked prominent enough for him to grab and give a good rub or smack.

I want that now.

And Goku suddenly had a way out of Date Night.

Chichi wasn’t aware of Goku’s thoughts as she put on her earrings and makeup. She was glad Goku wasn’t arguing against Date Night anymore. As she wiped red lipstick on her lower lip, Chichi noticed Goku in the mirror. He was dressed but what concerned her was Goku’s eyes and where they were staring and that smile. That smile always meant trouble... for her. "Why are you looking at me like that, Goku?" "You think I'm looking at you?" Chichi wasn’t fooled by that innocent voice. Not with his eyes glued to her butt and that smile that said, "I wanna smash those cheeks". "You're staring at my butt." "You're sticking it out. You're asking me to look." "I am not!" "Can't help it." Goku stepped forward to rub his hips against Chichi’s. "You know I love your body." Chichi closed her lipstick case and smacked her lips together. "Love it later. Don't-- hey!" Goku's hands massaged her breasts. “No bra.” He noticed how quickly Chichi’s nipples poked through her dress. “Good.” That was one less article of clothing he had to pull off to get to what he wanted. He pulled Chichi’s dress open exposing most of her breasts and skin down to her stomach. "Ya know I can't control myself when I want ya, Chichi." Chichi couldn’t suppress her moan as she felt prodded from behind by Goku’s erection while her neck was being nibbled on and her breasts massaged. He acted innocent but her husband knew how to get her body excited. "Save it for after dinner." Silly woman Goku thought as he pushed Chichi’s dress until it pooled at her feet. Didn't she understand? She was dinner.

“Can’t.” His hand slid between the slit. He could feel the lace barrier protecting itself from his invading hand. “Gotta have you now.”

Goku turned Chichi around and crushed his lips to hers with his tongue immediately pushing deep and hard into her mouth. Chichi purred a deep sound as she felt Goku’s erection press against her thighs. Chichi’s nails bit into his shoulders as she ground herself against him. Goku groaned a sound of victory in his throat as he felt Chichi’s fingers unbutton his shirt.

Goku helped Chichi undress him. He held back his smirk when his clothes joined Chichi’s on the floor and he caught the lust in her eyes at the sight of his chest. It was always broad and rippled with muscles. He loved how quickly she wet her lips when she saw what hung between his legs. When he undressed before her, it was always as if he was unveiling a new gift to her.

Chichi’s hips bumped against her vanity table when Goku pushed her against it and began a trail of kisses from her neck to her mouth and left Chichi basking in the feel of his hard body against hers teasing as his thick and rigid shaft brushed against her stomach.

“Ah,” Chichi jumped as she felt Goku’s hot fingers brushing against her intimate curls. When he illuminated his hand in her most intimate spot, Chichi couldn’t resist him. Her hips rocked slightly at his touch and urged him to go deeper.

“Isn’t this better than us in stuffy clothes?”

Even whispering, Goku possessed the most sensual voice; a deep, rich baritone, that when his breath fanned her ear and sent vivid images of them tangling with the sheets, it immediately caused Chichi to lubricate his fingers.

“Yes,” she cried out as his fingers tormented her between her legs, stroking her up and down. “Ah,” she whimpered as Goku suckled a nipple. She groaned and arched her back as in and out his fingers moved, stretching her, moving deeper and thrusting faster as she clenched him, eager to have his cock in her over and over until a familiar scream broke free as a powerful sensation ripped through her.

Chichi’s orgasm came upon her faster than she expected. It still hummed in her when Goku grabbed her hips and lifted her. She secured her hands around his neck as her legs dangled over his arms while her feet, still covered in her shoes, gently slapped Goku’s thighs as Goku pulled her down onto his cock, filling all of him deep in her.  

“Ngh!” Goku couldn’t hold back his groan at the pleasurable union. So warm. So wet. So damn good. “It always feels so good in ya.” He pulled Chichi up and pulled her back down always amazed at the exciting feeling of their flesh slapping together.

Chichi sounded drugged with passion as Goku moved deeper with his lifting and pulling her down onto his penis brutally pounding into her body with swift speed and urgency as the sloshing of his coated cock thrusting in Chichi grew louder and the slapping of their bodies got faster until Chichi reached another climax. As a moan tore from deep within her and her walls clamped his cock, a bestial roar came out of Goku as he exploded into Chichi with his copious, thick cream filling her welcoming body.

Chichi rested her head against Goku’s shoulder. She breathed in and out hard as her body tingled with satisfaction. “That was amazing.”

Goku grinned. “I know.” Chichi looked so relaxed. She wouldn’t want to go out now.

“How do you know my body so well?”

Goku’s hands settled on her hips. He squeezed them before pulling Chichi against him. “Because it’s mine.”

“You spoil me when you love me, Goku.”

“I know,” Goku cockily agreed. “But you deserve it.” Mainly because it got him out of Date Night. After loving Chichi, she’ll either want another performance, cuddle or sleep. Goku didn’t mind except he was hungry. If he can wear Chichi out, then he can slip away to raid the kitchen or leave the house and hunt for dinner.

But before Goku could contemplate on any more options, Chichi pressed a kiss to Goku’s shoulder and slowly moved to his left breast for more kisses before moving across his chest to the other breast where she gave it the same treatment. “Do you know what I want to do now?”

Goku watched Chichi’s fingers glide over his smooth muscles; saw her lips press kisses missed by her hands as she descended. He felt himself growing hard again as Chichi kissed down his stomach. “I have an idea.”

Chichi deliberately ignored the organ where he wanted her mouth and kissed his thighs teasing him all around him there. Her mouth hovered over his jutting cock with a pearl of his cream at the tip. Chichi gave it a lick and just as he expected Chichi to pull him into her mouth, she grabbed her dress and his clothes off the floor and stood.

“Have dinner at the restaurant.” Chichi tossed Goku his clothes and walked towards the bathroom. “Get dressed.”

“What?!” His plan didn’t work! Chichi still wanted to go out. She never did this before. “But…..but….” he struggled. “I just ate.”

“I haven’t.”

Chichi slammed the bathroom door and left Goku wondering if he was losing his touch with his wife.

****

Three chefs and three waiters were called in to help with the service for the restaurant that night. When Gyumao made the reservations, he mentioned his son-in-law would be coming which made the restaurant manager relive nightmares of Goku’s past visits. It boggled his mind how someone as athletic-looking as Son Goku ate as much as he did.

“Oh, no….” Maddox, one of three waiters who will serve Goku and Chichi nearly turned white as a ghost when he saw Goku walking in. “He is alive. I thought he was dead. I thought I was free from serving this man again.”

“At least they tip good,” the second waiter, Ray, encouraged his friend to think positive. “I paid my electric bill from the last tip I got when she came in with her sons.”

“What’s the matter with you?” the third waiter wondered what was wrong with his coworkers. He was younger and had only been on the job for three months. So far, he hadn’t served the Son Family but he heard stories and always thought they were exaggerated. “They are a normal couple coming to eat.”

The other two waiters shook their heads at the rookie.

“Hi,” the rookie, Devyn, introduced himself. He and the other two waiters walked Goku and Chichi to the table reserved for them. It was the largest in the restaurant. Devyn couldn’t understand why Goku and Chichi had to sit here. They were both slender and didn’t look as if they would eat more than one serving of food. He handed Goku and Chichi their menus, left and returned with a bread basket and water.  “Are you ready to order?”

Devyn took down Chichi’s order first. She had a salad, a hot and cold appetizer, two dinner items which seemed a lot to Devyn, and one dessert item. “And you, Sir?”

“One of everything.”

“Everything what, Sir?”

Goku pointed at his menu. “One of everything here,” Goku pointed at all the hot and cold appetizers. “And here,” he pointed at the signature, entrée and dinner selections. “No dessert.” Goku closed the menu. “I’m not a big fan of sweets.”

Devyn’s eyes widened. “On the menu?” Goku nodded. “Sir……” Devyn was sure he heard wrong. “That’s a lot.”

“Not really,” Goku didn’t think so. “Chichi said I can’t go overboard with dinner but I haven’t eaten since lunch and me and Chichi had sex before we came here so I’m starvin’!”

“Goku!” Chichi flushed at Goku’s blabbing. “Don’t tell him that.”

“But he doesn’t understand why I’m hungry.”

Chichi snatched the menu from Goku. “He doesn’t need to know that.” She handed hers and Goku’s menu back to the waiter. “Thank you and could you bring another bread basket for my husband and a pitcher of water for us, please?”

“Uhh…” Devyn still couldn’t get over Goku ordered everything on the menu except dessert.

“Understood, Ma’am,” Maddox complied and pulled Devyn away with him.

Two chefs were veterans of Goku’s orders and were already working on Goku’s order when the official order came in. Goku received the first wave of his order before Chichi got her food. Hers came when the second wave of Goku’s food arrived.

“Date Night isn’t so bad now is it?” Chichi asked as she slurped her Udon soup. She couldn’t stop smiling at Goku ravenously eating. Maybe it was the seven years, but she had a fondness for watching Goku eat. She missed this so much.

Goku swallowed a large bite of dinosaur meat mixed with rice. “Not when we eat this good.” He almost choked but the food was too good to slow down on.

“I hope you like the company and the food.”

Goku looked around and noticed a few people staring at them. “Company is fine. I don’t why they are staring. Haven’t they seen people eat?”

“People, yes. You, no.” Chichi teased her husband. “I mean my company.”

“I always like your company, Chichi.”

“Sometimes it doesn’t feel like that,” Chichi murmured as she switched to eating her salad. She wouldn’t be down tonight. She wanted to be positive. “When we were driving in, we passed a dance club. There was a sign outside that said ‘Ballroom Night’. We should go there after dinner. I don’t know the moves the kids do today but we can waltz like we did at our wedding.”

Dinner wearing stuffy suits Goku could tolerate but did they have to dance? “Do we have to?” Goku whined. “I forgot a lot of steps.”

“You’ll remember once we dance again. I know it.” Goku didn’t look enthused with the idea. Maybe I’m pushing for too much. “These shoes are tight. My feet might swell if we dance.”

Goku was happy to hear that. “Well, then we shouldn’t go.”

“No,” Chichi sadly agreed. “I guess not.”

“Chichi, is that you?”

Chichi looked in the direction where her name was called. She saw a woman with dark, curly hair walking to the table. “Anya?” Chichi stared before she jumped from her seat and hugged the woman. “Anya! Oh, it’s so good to see you! How long has it been?”

“I think ten years.” Anya embraced Chichi. “I haven’t seen you since Pa’s funeral. Ma’s been gone for twelve years and after Pa died, I didn’t feel a need to return to the village.”

“But you’re here now,” Chichi told her. “Or in the vicinity.” This was the closest big city near Mount Paozu and her father’s kingdom. Whenever Chichi came here with her family, she often saw people from her village dining.

Anya waved a man over. “I wanted to show Nate where I come from. We’ll be in your Dad’s village for a day to visit my parents’ graves.”

“Nate?” Chichi inquired curiously at the tall and dark-haired man approaching them. “Who is Nate?” More importantly, where was Anya’s husband, Quinn?

“Quinn and I divorced, Chichi. I finally had enough.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.” Chichi wasn’t privy to all the news from her father’s kingdom but she thought she’d hear about Anya and Quinn’s divorce. But as Anya said, she hadn’t been back home in years.

“Don’t be. I wasted too many years on that man. You were right, Chichi. Quinn married me because our parents arranged our marriage. I tried. I really did but Quinn never loved me. I thought having kids would change things but it didn’t. Then Ma and Pa died and I realized I was with a man who would never love me. I didn’t know what to do but we talked after Pa’s funeral. You told me I deserved to be happy and I shouldn’t stay in a situation where I wasn’t happy. So, I divorced Quinn. It was hard,” Anya admitted with a frustrated sigh. “I wanted a divorce from Quinn but he wanted a divorce from everyone. I raised our children alone.”

“You could’ve come back. Dad’s village would’ve taken care of you.”

Anya snorted. “And deal with the whispers?” Anya shook her head dismissing that. “How many divorced people are in that village?”

“Hmm.” Chichi couldn’t deny Anya’s point. “Good point.” Divorce was unheard of among her father’s people. “So, what have you been doing?”

“I inherited some money from Pa after he died. That got me a new home in North City. I worked as a housekeeper and cook while I went to school. I got a teaching job and,” she smiled at Nate, “met a man who dropped his nephew off and I have been happy ever since.” She flashed her wedding ring at Chichi. “Very happy.”

“Oh, Anya, that’s wonderful.”

“All thanks to you, Chichi.”

“I…’Chichi put a hand on the side of her head stumped. “I don’t remember saying anything to encourage you to divorce.”

“You didn’t say those exact words. You told me I should be happy and I knew I couldn’t be with Quinn. I think you were going through a rough time with Goku but I guess that passed because you two are still together.” Anya shook her head amused at Goku still eating. “Every time I saw you, Goku, you had food in your mouth. You haven’t changed. Well, I hope you have. You were almost as bad as Quinn.”

The food nearly fell out of Goku’s mouth. “Hmm?”

“Oh, Goku’s not like Quinn,” Chichi quickly defended Goku. “We’ve had some rough times but things are great now. We have two wonderful boys.”

Anya was happy to hear that. “I’m glad. Nate and I have to go but maybe we can have lunch before Nate and I go back home?”

“I’d like that.” Chichi embraced Anya again, shook Nate’s hand and watched them leave. “That was a nice surprise.” Chichi sat back down. “Anya looks so happy. I’m glad for her.”

Goku wasn’t sure if he should be. “I don’t remember her. Who is she?”

“A girl I grew up with. She married before we did and never seemed happy with Quinn. I never thought he appreciated her. He always left her alone even with three kids.” Chichi chewed her karaage when she snapped her fingers. “Oh, I know what she meant. It must have been that talk I had after you came back from Yardrat.”

That wasn’t good. Goku slowly chewed his boar meat. Chichi was really angry with him then. “What talk?”

Chichi smiled at her husband. “Finish your meal, Goku.” She dismissed his question and tilted her head to the staff. “They have to clean up all these dishes.”

“Oh.” Goku looked at the pile of empty dishes being taken away by Devyn, Maddox and Ray. “He had some food left but what Chichi said on what caused her advice to Anya had Goku wanting more food. “Can I have another helping of this?” Maddox and Ray groaned while Devyn only had enough energy to place the dishes back on the table before fainting.

****

“You’re quiet,” Chichi observed Goku as he drove them home. Too quiet Chichi thought. Something was on his mind. Something bothered him.

“I’m full.” Goku kept his eyes on the road. “I’m always quiet when I am full.”

“You’re quiet and happy when you’re full. You’re quiet and sullen now.”

Goku couldn’t help himself after hearing what Anya said to Chichi. He ate his dinner but his appetite was ruined. He couldn’t keep it in him any longer. He had to know. “Did you wanna leave me, Chichi?”

“Excuse me?”

“Did you wanna leave me?” Goku repeated. “You told Anya to leave her husband. Did you say that because you wanted to leave me?”

So, that was bothering him. She had a suspicion but thought she was wrong. “I was mad with you then.” It wasn’t a secret. Anyone around them could feel the tension between Goku and Chichi when Goku returned from Yardrat. “I felt connected with Anya and her problems so I told her what she should do.”

“Then you wanted to leave me.” Goku frowned. Did he screw up that bad? Chichi was mad at him when he came back. He refused Porunga’s wish and delayed telling her what happened when he was away. He knew he hurt her then. He was absentminded and selfish over many things then but he never thought he pushed Chichi to consider leaving him.

“I didn’t want to leave you, Goku. I felt you wanted to leave me. You changed, Goku. You weren’t the man I lived with for five years. You came back and sometimes I felt I was living with a stranger. I wasn’t living with the man who opened up to me about his Grandpa’s death. I wasn’t living with the man who wanted to provide for me and our son. The difference between me and Anya is that I still love you despite that. I was angry and hurt by your absence… your distance… how you seem to want to be around Gohan and Piccolo more than me.”

“I didn’t think like that!”

“I know.” And that took a while for Chichi to see that. “It felt like that then. I said what I said because Anya was no longer in love with Quinn. I was still in love with you and I wanted to work it out. I knew there was hope for us. Anya didn’t have that with Quinn.”

That was a dark time for them. He was distant and held Chichi at arm’s length. He didn’t realize how much he put Chichi through until he was at death’s door with the virus. “I could’ve been better then.”

“I know.” Chichi gave his thigh a gentle squeeze. “We both could’ve, but we’re passed that, Goku. I’m happy with you. I understand you now and I love you. I don’t want to be with anyone else. I’m not going anywhere.”

Me neither. I’ll only want you, Chichi.

Goku knew he didn’t show that a lot but he meant it. He’ll only want Chichi.

And he needed to show that more.

Goku drove the car off the road. He drove into a field of grass and put the car in park. This confused Chichi. “Goku, what are you doing?”

Goku played with the dials on the radio. Chichi had some stations preset. He turned to the fourth one. Chichi set that to a radio station that played love songs. He turned the volume up as a soft melody played.

My love must be a kind of blind love

I can’t see anyone but you

Goku stepped out of the car and walked over to Chichi’s side. His wife looked at him confused as he opened the door and held his hand out to her. “I owe you a dance.”

Happy tears gathered at the corner of Chichi’s eyes as she took Goku’s hand and allowed him to pull her out of the car. Chichi leaned against Goku’s chest as his hand settled around her waist. Slowly, they waltz to the song professing forever love. It had been years since they’d danced. The last time was under a sense of dread as the Cell Game loomed over them. Now it felt like new beginnings blossoming between them. “You haven’t missed a step. You’re still good.”

Chichi’s words jinxed Goku for she felt a foot press on hers. “I spoke too soon,” she giggled. Ah, she didn’t care. Goku could step on her toes throughout the entire song. It was worth it being in his arms, knowing he wanted to dance with her, knowing he only wanted and would never leave her.  

“Wanna see how Saiyans dance?”

Oh, dear. What could that be Chichi wondered with a laugh. “Saiyans have a particular dance?”

“Oh, yeah and it’s much better than how it’s done on Earth.”

He had something playful in mind. Chichi could see it on his face. “Then show me.”

Chichi’s heart jumped as she felt Goku pull them off the ground. She looked down to see the car getting smaller as they floated higher in the sky, above the trees and into the clouds where the full moon shined like a beacon in the sky.

“Well?” Goku effortlessly held Chichi with his hand as he spun Chichi in a twirl. He marveled at how Chichi effortlessly floated in the sky. It was as if she belonged here with him. He always thought she looked so pretty when she was in the sky with him by Nimbus or in his arms under the sun or the moon.

The moon may be high

But I can’t see a thing in the sky

I only have eyes for you

Chichi wrapped her arms around Goku’s neck as they floated in front of the moon. “I think I like the Saiyan way of dancing better. Thank you,” she kissed him. “I’ll treasure this night forever, Goku.”

Goku wasn’t going to forget this night either. “I’ll do better with Date Night, Chichi,” Goku promised.

“Maybe we mix in some active dates," Chichi suggested. "We did do a lot of them when we were younger." Before Goku, could say it, Chichi stopped him. "I don't mean bedroom gymnastics."

Goku playfully pouted. "Those are my favorites with you, Chichi, but I know what you mean." Goku seriously sobered his words. “I won’t try to get out of Date Night again.”  

"Hmm…” Chichi pulled Goku's lips to hers as the light of the full moon shined on them. “That’s all I want.”

[writing-oof]

I’m a Farmer, Not a Babysitter (oops)

Day Two: Potato Farmer Technoblade! He’s certainly a dude!

I ended up with two stories I couldn’t pick from in the thirty minutes, so here they are!

Farmer Techno (tw: Wilbur is dead)

"This is about Wilbur?" Technoblade asks.

"Yes," the social worker says, "We've tried to get in contact with your father, but we couldn't reach him."

"What's wrong?"

"We do our best to keep families together, Mr. Craft," the woman says, "We wanted to see if Philza has any interest in taking custody of Fundy, as his mother has denied it."

"Who?" Techno asks, and the phone is silent for a beat too long.

"Wilbur Soot's son?"

Techno bluescreens/

"Wilbur doesn't have a son," he says, but really he wouldn't know. Wilbur wasn't exactly showing up to the family reunions. Neither was Techno, for that matter.

"He did," the woman says, and that's that.

---

The farm isn't really suited for a kid.

There's dangerous experiment around every corner, and the chickens have already tried to peck Fundy to death, sniffing the fox under his skin. Fundy, still the weirdest kid Techno's ever met, decided he loved them almost immediately after that, and he hasn't stopped trying to break into the coop since.

Technoblade's lucky that Ranboo was looking to take more hours around the farm, milking the cows and mucking the stables and tending the crops more in that first week than he probably ever has in his life.

Fundy isn't old enough for him to leave unsupervised, especially since he's prone to turning into a fox and squirming through the hole under the baseboards in the kitchen like a snake.

Ranboo's a godsend those first few weeks, taking up the bulk of the labor around the farm and still making time to entertain Fundy for a few hours while Techno makes dinner and tries to figure out what the hell he's supposed to do now.

He's not a dad, and he never wanted to be one. There's a reason his only contact with kids was the schoolkids who came by to milk cows twice a month.

Fundy needs so much that Techno just doesn't know how to provide. He cries, sometimes, and Techno tries to comfort him as best as he can. He makes Fundy's room the safest space in the house and fills it with everything Fundy wants, from toys he saw on their four-channel-television, to photos of the parents he'll never see again.

It gets easier as the weeks draw on and Fundy talks to him more, tells him stories about his life with Wilbur before they lost everything. Techno listens, comforts when he needs to, and does his best to make his house a home.

But, as the month draws to a close, the summer slipping by in a blur of grief and fireworks, Techno's reminded that he's going to have to get back to the farm. Ranboo has school and, even if he didn't, Techno feels awful seeing how exhausted he is at the end of the day.

The farm's a big job, especially for a high schooler.

If Ranboo were any less worried about being alone with Fundy, he'd probably ask him to babysit instead.

As it is, Techno has to scour the area for anyone who would be willing to watch a hybrid kid on the outskirts of the city.

The first person he considers, a florist named Hannah, can't be away from the city for as long as he needs.

The next spends way too long comparing Fundy to the kind of foxes she shoots in the autumn for Techno to anything but throw her out of the house.

By the time he's met his fifteenth option, Technoblade has almost given up.

He asks Ranboo, just to see, if he knows anyone who'd be willing to watch a hybrid.

The next day, Technoblade has the most intense interview of his life.

…

Tommy hits it off with Fundy immediately.

In the thirty minutes he spends answering questions, Fundy's already declared him his uncle twice. It's an improvement, from the last sitter he tried to bite no less than four times.

…

Technoblade is pretty sure that Tommy isn't human.

He doesn't know how to bring it up, but his chickens have some sort of sixth sense for these things and they guard their eggs around Tommy like he's bound to snatch them up.

…

Tommy slots himself into their lives like he was always there.

Techno thinks that, if he were here, Wilbur would have called Tommy his little brother.

Instead, Technoblade calls him Theseus.

Instead, Technoblade sets up the third room for when Tommy doesn't want to bother heading back into the city.

Instead, Technoblade welcomes him home.

.

.

Fundy Thievery (tw: sad boi hours)

Two hours in and Fundy has to concede that it really *is* just a farm.

There's no secret room full of Wither skulls, or a chest full of weapons and totems.

There's a few hundred full of potatoes, though. Fundy grabs a few stacks to squirrel back to his den, the crow looking at him judgmentally.

Fundy flicks it off. It chortles, a mocking laugh, and settles into his hair.

When he reaches the treeline, the bird finally fucks off back to its nest, not following him home like he'd worried it might.

…

Fundy comes back the next day.

He doesn't want to. He wouldn't if he could avoid it, but he knows Techno has health pots somewhere and his arm still won't bend the way he needs it to.

He'd tried to shift only once, but he's pretty sure that only made it worse, a screaming pain from his elbow to his wrist.

So, stealing from his sort-of-uncle it is.

He's just lucky the dogs don't lunge for him, and that the crows seem content to keep their silence.

At least, no one's come tearing into his den with an axe, so he figures they haven't said anything, to Philza or to Techno.