#idk what she thinks is gonna happen when her daughter is refusing to make eye contact or talk while she lectures me about a book

[iwanttobepersephone]

Btw guys just a thing if someone tells you something that's wrong and you correct them, don't then go on to say that the person they heard that from is dumb for not checking sources, because you're then also calling them dumb. Also especially don't do this if that person is your daughter, you're at the dinner table, and all she wanted to do was share a vaguely cool fact she found online about a passage from Shakespeare

[lifmera]

Hiiii, can I get a Hazbin match-up please?

I'm a bi girl, so male of female works!

Looks wise, I'm a taller girl with brown curly hair. I've been told I dress like a teacher, if that gives an idea of my style. I like colourful outfits, cardigans, sundresses, that kind of thing.

Personality wise, I'm kind of an anxious extrovert. I'm very social and easily exitable, I'll strike up a conversation with anyone anywhere. However, I'm also a major people pleaser, like I always refuse to make plans or say what I want to do bc im worried others won't want to do it. I tend to be quite loud and out going, I talk a lot,(like, too much. A real chatterbox) however when it comes to talking about my feelings, that's not going to happen. Im a very gentle person(like the kind of girl everyone says 'oh, you would make a great mom some day!' To, if that makes sense) My favorite colour is pink, I love cats, and my favorite movies are the greatest showman and the nightmare before Christmas.

Idk if this is enough, I hope it is!!!

Hey Honey!! Ofc! 🩷

Honestly I though Charlie would work but-

I’ve decided to pair you with …. CARMILLA!

She loves your style- it’s easy on the eyes! She also probably would dress like that too if she was on earth!!

She usually has monochrome, I think being with you would be such a nice shift! The cute couple thats like monochrome and then her gf is like the cutest colorful girl!!

She LOVES that you are extroverted! She needs someone talkative at moments. She herself is naturally a leader.

She loves that you ask for input- but she’s afraid for you! She’s worried that being a people pleaser could possibly screw you over at some point! She doesn’t want any mental challenges!

Carmilla won’t try to pry anything out of you! She understands- please take your time!

She’d love if you are gonna be a great mom! She’d love if you took care of her daughters, they mean EVERYTHING to her!

She loves that you love the cuter things- she definitely believes you are a winner and not a sinner.

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I HOPE THIS WAS OKAY!!

[feathers-second-face]

Time to write about what's gonna happen with Alastor! Yay!

No pictures this time because tumblr hates me and doesn't want me to. :(

Spoilers I think maybe-

So we all know Alastor made a deal and the general consensus is that it's with Lilith, poor boi. I genuinely thought she was doing something actually important, not chilling on a beach but that's funny. Anyway-

Now there are several outcomes to this, and I'm gonna talk about what I'd like to see because who doesn't do that when they wake up early in the morning and can't sleep for some reason??

So I've seen plsnty of theories that Alastor will be set free and then kinda go off since he's got his full powers again, and personally, I don't think that's how it'll go. I have no reason not to believe this, I just don't. That's okay, though. No one knows what's gonna happen and if I'm wrong, I'll look silly later, which would be funny.

Anyway I think it'll probably go a bit differently. I think Alastor will end up betraying the hotel, but not because he wants to. The season ended with Lute telling Lilith to get her daughter to stop (I'm not sure if she's refwring to the hotel entirely or just the uprising but we'll find out, I'm sure), and if the theory that she's the one with Alastor's soul is correct, why would she go down there to do it?

Why wouldn't she have Alastor do it for her? She doesn't wanna face her family, clearly, so why would she do so just to tell Charlie not to annoy heaven anymore? She's already got Alastor there and no doubt knows her daughter well enough to know that she'd likely befriend him (at least one-sidedly), so she'll probably have him either try to convince Charlie not to uprise again or that the hotel is pointless.

Now that being said- What I want specifically is to see Alastor react to and handle these orders. He'd 100% try to tell himself he's fine with that but no one can deny he's gotten attached to the hotel and it's staff. I wanna see him have some sort of breakdown trying to sort out why doing something like this is bothering him so much.

Now we all know that despite whatever happens, Alastor will probably be fine in the end and side with Charlie, but that's the direction I hope they take with it. I can see Alastor getting out of his deal and just chilling at the hotel and when asked why, he simply says he's use to it or something.

Now for random thoughts!

If Alastor does end up going off after getting out of his deal and ditching the hotel for a bit, I'd like to see Charlie talk to Rosie about it. I wanna see what she'd do.

I wanna see Alastor have another breakdown of some kind over his deal and Charlie sees this or something to that affect.

I wanna see how/if the his deal will get revealed to the others and how Charlie specifically would react. That's her mother controlling her friend, she wouldn't be thrilled.

I know this is like- beyond unlikely- But I wanna see Lilith come down and reveal the deal to her/the others. I doubt Alastor would be very willing to do so. Who knows, maybe he refuses to follow orders when it comes to screwing over the hotel because Lilith isn't keeping an eye on him so she has to go down there or something?? Idk, but it'd be fun.

I'm willing to bet there will be a confrontation between Charlie and her mom at some point.

I wanna see Charlie end up crying or breaking down or something about Alastor suddenly trying to ruin what she's doing and he has to just sort of deal with that. He can't risk her kicking him out or anything and he's no doubt figured out what he can and can't do to avoid punishment from her.

I think that's all uh- See ya!

If this doesn't make sense, it's because I'm tired af lmao, I'm gonna try to sleep.

[princefangs]

ok, im gonna try my hand at a proper memory post. i hope this isnt too confusing, im trying to set them up in order to form a timeline but its hard cus everythings kinda fuzzy

this will ( hopefully ) expand as i remember more stuff, so its always gonna be a wip

last updated nov. 11th

PRE-TURNING & TURNING

- im the original vampworld finn - i dont think babyworld finn was ever a thing in my timeline. not that i know of anyway

- before i was turned, i was a kid living on my own. i moved camps often, equipped with stakes and all to defend myself from the vampires. this is when i had my hat, to protect my neck. i came in contact with bonnie and the other hunters before, but i decided not to stay. i didnt like them much. we butted heads a lot. i had no memory of my family, i was alone for as long as i could remember. i was more of a vegabond than a hunter, but i learned a lot from vampire hunters on how to survive

- when i was 15, the star found my camp, along with a group of hunting vampires. i killed most of them and gave the star a good stab to the chest, but missed the heart. hissing in rage, she ripped off my hood and grabbed my hair, dragging me all the way to the vampire hive.

- she threw me in front of the vampire king. i was terrified. he was terrifying. he was the one who turned me - i still remember his fangs in my neck.

VAMP LIVIN'

- they threw me in a cell in the hive while i turned. it was fucking agony. i was left alone with no food or company at all while i underwent mental and psychical torture from the turning process (see the animals in the stakes arc. yeah)

- i was alone and starving up until the star came in. she dragged into a room and gave me my first taste of blood. i refused but eventually caved. Heres more on that i guess

- after that i started moving up the ranks. i started leaning more and more into my new vampire status and slowly but surely, i earned my tarot name. the sun. marcy and i became extremely close and she served as a big sister figure

- the vampire king hated me. he only tolerated my presence because his daughter liked me so much. he turned me thinking I'd be just another low-level vampire under his watch, but i wasnt. i think he would have killed me if marceline wasnt there

??????

- i dont fully remember what happened with the other members of the vampire king's court. i think they all had their own hives and servants in different parts of the world. i vaguely remember simon petrikov being in the empress' court

- i think martin died? the things that happened in the f&c episode happened but without fionna, cake or simon. and babyworld finn. i think i was there on the side of the vamps, maybe. i know marcy and bonnie both survived their fall

- i think after that bonnie was captured by the vampires. i felt pity for her since i knew what being locked in a cell felt like. marcy often came to taunt her after she recovered from her own injuries. i followed, obviously, but i mostly stayed quiet.

- i think i might have let bonnie go. she didnt wait for a second to make a break for it, she even attacked me with a hidden stake she had on her. it gave me a scar above my eye.

- i got in huge fucking trouble for it as you could imagine. i think this is when i lost my arm. the vampire king ripped it off in rage as punishment. i was so out of it so i dont remember it well, but i remember seeing blood from my Arm Nub and marcy arguing with the vk as i slowly lost consciousness. i couldn't hear what they were saying, my ears were ringing

ESCAPE FROM THE HIVE

- sometime after that, idk when, i escaped the hive. I went back to being a loner, but i targeted vampires specifically. i would attack the odd mutant, but that was mostly for feeding reasons. i actively started hunting members of the vk's court. i wanted marcy to come with me, but i knew she wouldn't. so i just disappeared and went into hiding

- i think my timeline had a vampworld fern??? i dont think their name was fern, im pretty sure they went by thorn. i vaguely remember(??) getting found by bonnie and the hunters after escaping the hive and seeing some kid with them.

- thorn still had the grass curse, i think. they could grow the grass sword and had the thorn sticking out of their hand, which they always kept covered by bandages. they were pretty quiet, probably cus i dont think them and bonnie had a great relationship

- my meeting with bonnie and the others didn't last, though. bonnie wanted me DEAD. i was drained from lack of blood and energy, so i did the sensible thing and i ran.

- somewhere along the line, i met someone interesting. another vampire, named marshall. yep, we had a marshall too!

- he was pretty freaking cool. he was a rogue vampire who lived on his own, saying he "takes what he wants when he wants it." of course, i thought he was the coolest guy ever

- marshall was marceline's twin brother. they were separated when the mushroom war happened, and grew up separately. they didnt even remember each other. upon finding out, marshall would express ( rather loudly ) that he wanted no part in being royalty. them being related also technically made marshall my brother, which was awesome

- marshall got a lot of the demon stuff, i think. i remember him having a human disguise that looked like fionnaworld marsh, just with uh. scary teeth lol.

- me and him traveled around a little bit together for a little. it was cool, but he made me miss the hive a lot because him and marcy were so similar.

- also i think simon was around? it really would make lots of sense if he was

[ostewell]

sigh . thinking abt this au again LOL

for fun: more detail on why characters are the ones i chose under the cut :3

arthur (frisk): honestly literally just bc. protagonist LMAO w/ the motivations ive assigned him in this au tho, it makes him remind me more of clover from undertale yellow a lot, with that idea of seeing all this happening and getting curious, and trying to figure out what happened. also jumping down a mountain to find where his daughter went sounds like smth he would do LMAO . also look at him and tell me he would not be a red/determination soul type . episode 43 but it refused looking ass /J

faroe (chara): i thought abt having her as asriel instead (and john as chara) and possibly having arthur be frisk's age, but i ended up making her chara after having the idea of her still being arthur's kid and the implications/backstory there :3

john (flowey/asriel): asriel 🤝 john: not in their own bodies for the majority/whole of their respective source (to date) . also the whole thing w/ john having to be Taught emotion (as shown by the foil yellow creates, really showing arthur that like. john's humanity wasnt nature, but nurture, and by. (gestures to oscar LOL-)) rather than straight up feeling it reminds me of how like. flowey straight up cant feel that - and when he does, like in the genocide route (where he becomes afraid of frisk, and then explicitly afraid for his life), he doesnt really recognize the feeling . in this way i Guess you could compare him to yellow more, but like . yellow doesnt have a significant enough impact on the story to make sense as flowey/asriel LOL

oscar (toriel): mostly abandonment parallels 👍GLKJSHF . to be more specific, oscar like. knows arthur for a relatively short amount of time and immediately decides that he's his life purpose. toriel barely knows frisk and immediately refers to them as her child . they both have to deal with the idea that like, they were wrong, that frisk/arthur wasn't going to stick with them . also the fact that after frisk/arthur leaves, there's either a pretty good chance they're not gonna see oscar/toriel again (or its gonna be a while <- oscar return truther /silly) <3

noel (sans): mostly the idea of noel knowing more than meets the eye . unlike sans, he actually has personal experience with the more inner workings of the world (ie. sans doesnt have concrete proof that alternative timelines exist, but sussed out that they probably near certainly most likely do, but noel was literally and figuratively through the trenches of this shit LOL (ww1 pun intended <3)

butcher (papyrus): this one's one of the ones i dont really have much explanation for . the butcher in this au is 90% different from papyrus anyways LMAOO

yellow (undyne): ditto kinda . he and undyne tend to express frustration in similar ways from what ive noticed LOL

larson (alphys): kinda ditto but less so . he may not have the anxiety that alphys has but like . he's also a "more than meets the eye" kinda character, but in a more obvious way than noel; kinda like alphys is to me . like . she's the royal scientist, i dont think building a robot and watching a kid go through the underworld is all she does . LOL (also considering the admiration he shows kayne in part 40 pt. 2, the idea of larson being the one who built kayne is funny to me LGKJHSF)

kayne (mettaton): they're both rather extravagant . idk abt y'all but i feel like kayne knows there's some sort of audience beyond whoever he's immediately talking to . mettaton may not break the 4th wall in that way, but he is still a performer LOL (... also once again: look at any mtt dialogue and tell me he wouldnt say that /SILLY)

the king in yellow (asgore): king. yeah thats 90% of it LOL 👍

hi. sorry not sorry for posting undertale crossover aus in 2024 but i cannot stop thinking abt this au (im putting 90% of it under the cut LOL)

anyw. malevolent undertale au. <3

(y'all are free to disagree with me abt any of these decisions, some of them were made purely because i thought they'd be funny . my ass is not taking this au seriously /silly)

uhhhhh anyw character equivalents + notes (note: most ppl are their undertale equivalents' species <3)

frisk: arthur - i feel this speaks for itself. protagonist 👍 - bandage equivalent is a necktie, stick equivalent is a broken gun (unlike the gun in hotland, his gun literally cant work at all LMAO the most he can do is pistol whip if he needs to) - he's still an adult btw bc . well . ⬇

chara: faroe - yeah <3 - older than how old we hc faroe to have been (~4), closer to ~8 - pacifist arthur is just trying to figure out what happened to her, genocide is trying to get revenge

flowey/asriel: john - flowey john is a sentient book that flips open, a plume of smoke puffing out and yellow eyes appearing - anyw thought he'd be fitting here for like . idk . it makes sense to me LOL - asriel john btw is also an adult (probably younger than arthur, but not by much LOL) - less of a brother figure to faroe and more of a. weird uncle/father-Ish figure?? idk GLJKSHFLJHSF

toriel: oscar - former clergyman turned advisor to the king <3 - fairly close to the king? at least closer than the king expected him to get (not romantic/sexual)

sans: noel - one of the "thought itd be funny"s but also kinda fitting <3

papyrus: butcher - DEFINITELY a "thought it'd be funny" (papyrus 🤝 butcher: die via head remova💥) - more fits his malevolent personality than papyrus's . by a long shot (but reading papyrus lines in the butcher's voice is fucking hilarious) - not related to noel. just 2 guys living together. for no reason. hope this helps <3 /silly

undyne: yellow - mostly thought itd be fitting 👍 also i can imagine him doing undyne's speech well - HATES being asked if he's related to the king (bc they sound uncannily similar) . /SILLY

alphys: larson - kinda thought itd be fitting mostly thought itd be funny - mew mew kissie cutie equivalent is literally just malevolent btw. (the characters have their undertale counterparts' names instead LOL). he found cds for it in the dump. he's alphys-level obsessed w/ it

mettaton: kayne - tell me he wouldnt. Tell me he wouldnt. /silly - imagine the cooking show . imagine oh my love . Imagine Mettaton Ex . - mtt equivalent keeps the hot pink knee-high heels bc i said so <3 - arthur, seeing mtt ex kayne: larson do you have anything you'd like to share with the class? (larson: )

asgore: the king in yellow - "king in yellow" is more formal, most ppl just call him hastur - pretty good king, but tends to seem cold and unaffectionate . very few people know - hired oscar to help get people's actual opinions on what sorts of things he should do bc. ppl were too nervous to go to him LOL - still a boss monster, but not goatlike! he's still a tentacle creature thing GLKJSHD <3 - created john via asexual reproduction <3 (he's aroace . to me :3)

i dont have anyone for blooky atm... i think marie as muffet would be silly tho GLKJSHFL :3

[trashywritestrash]

Babysitter

Pairing: Steve Harrington x single mom! reader

Word Count: ~2.6k

Warnings: no season 4 spoilers, reader has a named child, child’s father is not around, child cries/kicks/throws a tantrum, some light cursing, Lucas may be a little OOC but I tried my best.

A/N: i literally did this now in one sitting and it has not been edited at all and is not going to be. i just started and didn’t stop, so enjoy the experience i guess lol

also my birthday is on sep 17th and i’m gonna turn 21 so i kinda wanna do a big celebration with y’all but idk if y’all would want that or what we would do?? opinions pls

also this gif just seems to fit the vibe of this fic lol

gif by cloudsongs

You hadn’t had to hire a new babysitter in years. Unfortunately, your long-term trusted babysitter had just left for college out-of-state. So now you have no other option but to try to find someone else. And, somehow, you ended up hiring Lucas Sinclair.

Lucas was not someone you knew well, but he seemed like a responsible kid. And your daughter Emmie was (according to your last babysitter) an easy child to take care of. She was polite and clean, and overall very cheerful. You knew Lucas didn’t have any experience babysitting, but Emmie would be a good learning experience for him. Still, you left him the number of the bar and he promised to call if he needed anything.

So you went out with your friends in a dress that was only a little too tight, more makeup than you usually apply, and heels that you’d regret later. You had to go all out because your friends would tease you otherwise. You had given birth to Emmie fresh out of high school, so you had to ditch them a lot in order to take care of her. They understood of course, but they made it clear that they wanted you to enjoy your twenties— no matter how many times you’ve told them “I am enjoying my twenties! I love my daughter, and she makes them fun”. They insisted that it wasn’t the same.

You gave Emmie one last kiss as you said goodbye, leaving her in Lucas’ capable hands.

Or so you thought.

Unbeknownst to you, as soon as your friends had picked you up, Emmie had completely changed. She was mean to Lucas in the way a three (almost four) year old can be. She refused to eat, wouldn’t take her nap, threw her toys around the living room. Worst of all, she told Lucas that she didn’t want to be his friend. All of this happened within 15 minutes of you being gone.

Lucas couldn’t call you. You probably hadn’t even made it to the bar yet, and he didn’t want to ruin your entire night before you could have any fun. So he called the first person he could think of.

“No way in Hell, man! You’re on your own!” Lucas heard Dustin’s laugh as he spoke.

He groaned, “Please, Dustin! I don’t know what to do, she doesn’t listen at all!”

“How am I supposed to help? I don’t know shit about kids! Call someone else.”

“Like who?” Lucas asks, threw his hands up even though Dustin couldn’t see him. “I tried Mike already, but he’s busy.”

“He’s not busy, he just doesn’t want to. Call Steve, he’ll know what to do.”

Lucas heard a thump from the living room and his heart almost stopped beating. “Shit— I’ve gotta go! I’ll call him!” He hung up the phone and ran to the other room. Emmie was standing on top of the coffee table, looking down at her cup of juice that she had just knocked onto the carpet.

“Juice!” She cried.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, I’ll get you more juice! Just get off the table.”

Emmie clenched her fists, “No!” She stomped on the table, causing the vase on it to shake. Lucas’ eyes widened and he rushed forward. He picked Emmie up off of the table as she kicked and screamed, trying to beat him off of her. “No! I want down!”

“I’m sorry, but you can’t be up there! You’ll get hurt.” He brought her into the kitchen and sat her on the floor. Emmie started to kick his leg out of anger. Lucas ran to the fridge for more juice, but found that there was no more left. “Shit.”

Emmie froze when she heard Lucas swear. He turned around, startled by her sudden stop. Her eyes watered as she stared at him before she burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably. “I want Mama!” She plopped down to sit on the tile floor and kicked Lucas’ legs whenever he tried to get closer. He grabbed the phone off of the wall, forced to deal with the kicking as he called Steve.

The second Steve answered, he couldn’t get a word out as Lucas cut him off. “Steve! I need your help, it’s an emergency!” He gave his older friend your address and Steve promised he’d be there as fast as he could. Before he hung up, Lucas added “And bring juice!”

—————

Ten minutes later, Steve knocked on the door. Lucas ran to the front door, immediately opened it, and pulled Steve inside.

“What’s going on?” Steve asked as Lucas dragged him to the kitchen by his wrist. Emmie was still on the floor, still crying.

“She’s been crying and fighting me this whole time, I don’t know what to do— Did you bring the juice?” Lucas grabbed the jug out of Steve’s hand and smiled at Emmie. “Look, Emmie! Steve brought you more juice.”

“Don’ want juice! I want Mama!”

“Your mom will be back later. But right now you’ve gotta eat something.” Lucas tried to get closer again, but Emmie kept kicking.

“No!”

Steve stood there with wide eyes, taking in the scene in front of him. “Don’t just stand there, man, do something!” Lucas shouted at him.

“I don’t know what to do either! I’m not a baby whisperer!”

“I’m not a baby!” Emmie insisted, still kicking and crying.

“Then stop acting like one!” Lucas snapped. Emmie started crying even harder.

Steve rolled his eyes at the younger boy, “Nice job, doofus. What did you think was gonna happen?”

“Just help me!”

For a moment, Steve just stood there thinking. Then he crouched on the floor so he could be level with Emmie.

“You’re Emmie, right? I’m Steve. I’m Lucas’ friend.”

“Nobodies his friend ‘cuz he’s mean!”

“Well, I’m his friend. He’s nice after a while, I promise.”

Emmie seemed to calm a bit, but only a bit. “Pinky promise?”

Steve nodded and held out his pinky to the little girl. “Pinky promise.”

She held out her pinky and locked it with Steve’s before she quickly pulled it back. Emmie had stopped kicking, but still cried. “I miss my Mama.”

“I know you do, but what would she say if she saw you acting like this? Would she be happy?”

That made Emmie frown. “No. Mama would be mad.”

“She probably would be. And we don’t want Mama to be mad, so you have to eat and listen to Lucas. Okay?”

“But he’s mean! He said a bad word!”

Steve frowned at Lucas. “Did you seriously curse at a child?”

“No! It just… Slipped out when I saw she was out of juice.”

“He has to say sorry!” Emmie crossed her arms and pouted, but her tears slowed.

Lucas frowned, feeling ashamed. “I’m sorry, Emmie. I shouldn’t have said that word.” Emmie huffed in response.

Steve turned back to her. “Now you have to apologize to Lucas.” She goes to argue, but Steve cut her off. “You’ve been kicking and screaming at him all night. And you said some pretty mean stuff to him too.”

She looked down at the floor and grumbled out. “Sorry.”

“Say it like you mean it,” Steve ordered.

“Sorry, Lucas.” Emmie looked up at Lucas as she apologized. She sounded a lot more genuine the second time. He gave her a small smile and a nod.

“Now,” Steve started, “What do you want to eat?”

Emmie was quiet for a moment before she decided she wanted mac and cheese. Lucas nodded. “I can make that for you. Do you want to stay with Steve while I cook?” The girl nodded at that. She had completely stopped crying already, but her face was still red and wet from tears.

“Come on, Emmie. Let’s go get you some tissues.” Steve stood up from the floor and waited while Emmie twisted around and struggled to get up. She stopped wiggling and looked up to Steve, not saying anything as she held her arms out. “You want me to pick you up?” She nodded, so Steve carefully lifted her off the floor, being as gentle as he could be with her. He carried her to the living room and sat her on the couch. Steve grabbed the box of tissues from a side table and handed Emmie one.

“Here you go. Can you wipe your eyes?” Emmie nodded and wiped her tears with the tissue and then her nose. “What do you want to do until dinner is ready?”

“Munch Bunch.”

Steve quirked a brow, “Munch Bunch? What’s that?” Emmie got down from the couch and walked over to the television set. She grabbed a VHS tape off of the shelf and handed it to Steve.

“Munch Bunch.”

He nodded and put the tape in the player, then started it and sat on the couch. Emmie got back on the couch and sat next to Steve. She looked up at him. “How old are you?”

“I’m twenty. How old are you?”

Emmie held up three fingers, “Three.”

“I see.” Steve exaggerated his reaction, sounding more impressed than he was.

“My mama’s twenty. You’re the same.” Emmie smiled, proud of herself for making that connection.

Steve brushed it off, assuming she got her mother’s age wrong. “How old is your dad?”

Emmie shrugged, “I don’ know. I don’ have a dad.” Steve froze, not knowing what to say.

“I’m sorry, Emmie.”

“It’s okay. My mama is the best, so I don’ need a dad!” Steve had the fleeting thought that Emmie wasn’t going to feel that way in a couple years, but he didn’t say it out loud. He didn’t have to say anything because Emmie’s full attention was focused on the television. A couple minutes later, Lucas brought dinner out to them and they ate on the couch.

—————

When you got home after your outing, it was almost eleven o’ clock at night. You entered the house and saw Lucas with someone else, picking up toys in the living room.

“Hi, Ms Y/L/N!” Lucas smiled, stopping his work.

You looked between Lucas and the other man carefully. “Hi, Lucas… Who’s this?”

“This is Steve. He’s my friend. I called him ‘cuz he has experience babysitting.”

Steve didn’t say anything. He didn’t know what to say. Emmie hadn’t been wrong when she said you were about his age, but she didn’t say anything about you being pretty. His brain started working at half capacity as soon as he saw you. “I’m Steve.”

“Hi, Steve,” You tried to stop your voice from wavering, but you were sure that your unease was clear. “Where’s Emmie?”

Lucas was the one who responded again, “Asleep in her room. She kind of had a fit earlier and it tired her out.”

You nodded, “Okay. Wait right here, okay? I’ll be right back.” You went down the hallway to Emmie’s room and walked in. You found her sound asleep in her bed, dressed in her day clothes instead of pajamas. She looked safe and content, which eased your nerves a little. When you went back to the living room, Steve and Lucas were right where you left them.

“Steve, could you stay here for a minute so I can talk to Lucas in the kitchen?”

“Oh— um, yeah, of course.”

Lucas followed you into the kitchen and you turned to him once you were out of earshot. “I’m not upset or anything, but I wanted to let you know that if you ever babysit for another family, you should ask the parents before you invite anyone over. I know Steve is your trusted friend, but I don’t know him at all, so I was thrown off when I came home and saw him in my house.” You spoke gently, doing your best to convey that you weren’t angry.

Lucas’ eyes widened a little, “I’m sorry, I didn’t even think about that. I was just in over my head and didn’t know what to do… Emmie was out of juice, so I asked Steve to pick some up and then he helped calm her down. I’m so sorry…”

“It’s okay, really. Emmie’s okay, that’s all that matters to me.” You gave him a smile and he instantly relaxed. “What did she do during her tantrum? And do you know why it happened?”

“She threw her toys, screamed and cried a lot. She also started kicking me whenever I was close enough. But I think she just missed you.” You could physically feel your heart break at those words. “It started as soon as you left, it was just a complete switch.”

You frown, “Jessica was her babysitter for basically her whole life… Maybe having new people here with her scared her. Stranger danger and all that. Still, I’m sorry she acted that way. That’s not how she is usually.”

“It’s okay. Once she calmed down, she was really good the rest of the night.”

“Thank you, Lucas.” You smiled and reached into your purse, finding the envelope that you had already put together as Lucas’ payment. “Here you go. Is your mom still coming to pick you up?”

Right as you said it, you heard a car in your driveway. “That must be her now.” Lucas followed you to the front door, which you opened to be greeted by Lucas’ mom. “Thanks again, Lucas. If you ever want to babysit again, you have my number.” He said his goodbyes and was out of your driveway in only a few minutes. That left you with Steve.

“Hey, sorry about all that… Um, let me grab my purse really quick and I’ll pay you Lucas’ rate.”

Steve is quick to shake his head. “No, you don’t have to do that. It’s all good.”

“At least let me pay you back for the juice. Unless you want to take the bottle back home with you?”

He chuckled, “Nah, I’m alright, thanks. But you don’t need to pay me back for it. It’s just one jug of juice.”

“I feel bad,” You frown. “You came all this way and helped take care of Emmie all night. I don’t want to just not pay you.”

Steve gave you a charming smile, but you could tell he was still a little nervous. “Instead of paying me, you should let me take you on a date. It’ll give Lucas some more experience without me to fall back on.” As soon as he finished saying it he grimaced at his own words. “I’m sorry if that was weird. I’m usually a lot more smooth than this, so I totally get it if you’re weirded out right now and think I’m crazy or something.”

It was your turn to laugh. “It’s okay, Steve. It was weird, but in a cute way.” You saw him blush a little and that encouraged you to keep going. “I’d like to go on that date.”

Steve smiled wide, chuckling a little in relief. “Good. Cool. Great. I’ll, um, I’ll write my number down so you can call me?” You nodded and grabbed two pieces of paper and pens so that you could both exchange numbers.

And just like that, you had a cute guy’s phone number. Plus, he was good with your daughter, which was a big green flag for you. You parted ways, promising to call each other soon to set up your date. As you watched his car pull out of your driveway you started to think. Maybe Steve could be more than a babysitter.

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[wherethewordsare]

Birds of a Feather

For @notsafeformurphy who was having a day of it the other day and we got to talking and.... oops this happened. This honestly started out as a nature docu au and ended up a coffee shop au? Idk man.... Anyway, Shay I hope you enjoy this! 

Also tagging @herostag since it was requested. and @jaskierswolf cause I think they’re gonna start yelling at me if i keep forgetting. Going to try to get my tag list back together if anyone is interested. <3 <3 <3 Hope yall enjoy Jaskier huffed as he flopped over again, his body refusing to just relax down into his mattress and let him sleep. It had been a stressful day and to make matters worse, it had been the third night in a row where he was simply unable to sleep. 

Giving up, he reached for his phone, scrolling through youtube for a moment, looking for something that he could just zone out to for a little while. Usually he would put on music or white noise but even that didn’t seem like it would be helpful. He had to find something extremely dull and maybe a bit pretty. 

He scrolled past a thumbnail of three large men in park uniforms. Two of them looked like they were at least somewhat interested in being there while one tall man with near white hair simply scowled at the camera. 

Wild Wednesdays with the Rivia Nature Reserve the title read. 

“Okay, I’ll bite,” Jaskier huffed as he rolled onto his stomach. He pulled the kickstand of his phone case out and set it up before pressing play and curling his arms around his pillow. 

“This week, we’ll be talking to Geralt Rivia, our resident raptor specialist about what goes into rehabilitation efforts when it comes to conservation,” someone said off camera, cheerily. When the camera panned to Geralt Rivia however, he did not seem to share the narrator’s same upbeat tone. 

For a few minutes, the narrator off camera seemed to try to ask Geralt about himself, only getting stilted answers and that same scowl that had been in the thumbnail. Jaskier snorted with a smirk. 

“You’re not having any of this, are you? You’re gorgeous though,” he chuckled. He felt his back relax as he yawned, snuggling closer into his pillow. 

And then it happened. From off camera, someone handed Geralt a leather glove that he put on easily before taking a cord. He clicked a bit and the scowl he had moments ago melted into a fond smile. 

“And who is this?” the narrator asked. They clearly had picked up on the shift in Geralt’s demeanor as a small falcon took up perch on his forearm. 

He actually cooed at the bird for a moment before holding it up for the camera. “This is Roach. She’s one of our recent rescues.” He smiled, a barely there tilt of his lips and his honey colored eyes softened. Jaskier got the impression on anyone else, it would have been a full grin. 

“Oh, I like that look,” Jaskier murmured, feeling his cheeks heat up. 

“And what is Roach?” the person asked off camera. 

Geralt took a step back, turning his arm slightly, causing the bird to flap agitatedly at him as she kept her balance. “Yes, I know, but I have to show off how pretty you are,” he said to the bird, fond and warm. 

“Oh no,” Jaskier whispered into his pillow. “He’s soft and hot.” 

“Roach here is a red-tailed hawk. They’re pretty common through North America,” he explained, pointing out the red-brown of her tail. The hawk nipped at him as he got her to open her wings for the camera and he only chuckled. “She’s about six, the same age as my daughter actually. And,” he leaned in conspiratorially, “I’ll be honest with you, I’m not sure which one is less well behaved.” 

Roach must have understood a bit of that because she gave a cry before nipping at Geralt’s hair, clearly annoyed. 

“Listen, if you weren’t so hornery, I wouldn’t say it,” he said to Roach, pulling another scowl but there was clearly no heat in it. 

This was not the same man from the thumbnail or the same man that barely gave answers about himself at the beginning of the clip. When that bird sat on his arm, he lit up and Jaskier was weak. 

Geralt answered a few other questions about hawks and about the reserves program for rehabbing hawks, his voice deep and gravely. He would have sounded gruff if not for how much he clearly loved what he did. 

Geralt looked at Roach a little sadly. “Unfortunately for our little lady here, she won’t be able to return to the wild. Due to her injuries when she came to us, she won’t be able to hunt on her own,” he gave her a soft smile before he petted down her neck gently. 

Jaskier’s eyes were starting to feel heavy. He had turned into the pillow, letting Geralt’s voice wash over him with simple facts about red-tail hawks as he drifted off to sleep. It hadn’t been dull at all but there was something about the way Geralt spoke that just melted him into his mattress. 

When he woke, his phone was dead, probably from being set to autoplay. As it charged, he looked at the videos that had played while he was asleep, most of them from the Rivia Nature Reserve. There were a few specials with other team members but Jaskier picked out the ones that mentioned Geralt Rivia directly. 

It had become a near routine and soon, Jaskier found that he just slept better after watching those nature clips. Sometimes, Geralt wasn’t even on camera, simply walking through the process of population counting for the reserve as the camera panned around to different birds up in the trees. There were other videos featuring Roach the red-tailed hawk as well and it was clear that she was a favorite, not only of Geralt’s but the viewers as well. 

Within three weeks, Jaskier had made his way through nearly the whole catalog of the reserve’s videos. He knew he would move on from tall, silver and brooding and find his next sleep fix but for now he simply enjoyed it. 

~

He should have said no, he should have mentioned that he simply did not do morning shifts, and there was a reason for that, but Essi had been persistent, almost feral about him taking her shift. 

“Please, Jask. I promise, you won’t regret it!” She grinned at him and there was something in her eyes that sent up a dozen red flags. 

“What are you plotting?” He asked flatly, squinting at her over his glass of wine. 

“Not a thing, darling, just trust me on this,” she giggled, sipping her own wine neatly. 

~

It hadn’t been a terrible morning, though Jaskier was barely managing to stay upright by the the coffee grinder. He was used to staying up long nights and it hadn’t changed anything when he knew he would have to open. 

His phone buzzed in his pocket. 

I know you mentioned he had a kid, but he’s single. You’re gonna want to put a blueberry muffin in right now. 

He blinked at his phone, squinting as he tried to decode just what the fuck Essi was saying. 

What?

But he put in the blueberry muffin, his phone on the counter as he watched the three little dots dance where Essi was texting back. 

You still owe me a no questions.

“What the fuck is she even-” Jaskier heard the bell above the door just as he set the timer for the oven. 

“-and so I tell him that if he isn’t going to at least make an attempt to clear out the back trails, we’re going to find a new contractor.” Came a voice behind him. 

Jaskier froze, his hand on his phone. He nearly threw it in a panic. He recognized that voice. He’d recognize that voice in the dark, though to be fair, he usually listened to it in the dark. 

He glanced over his shoulder and sure enough, Geralt Rivia was standing at his counter with two others from the nature reserve. 

“Be with you in just a minute!” he tried for cheery and landed firmly in panicked. He ducked behind the large coffee machine and shot a text back to Essi. 

I haven’t decided on whether or not I love you more than anything or if I’m ever going to

speak to you again!

Have fun! ;)

That bitch. It had been a setup! He adored her, the meddling little sneak. He schooled his face the best he could, knowing full well that his ears were still the color of the strawberry frap they served. 

“Morning, what can I get you guys?” He asked as he wet his lips, trying not to stare right into Geralt’s gorgeous face. 

“Three coffees, a blueberry muffin warmed up and a plain bagel, untoasted,” Geralt said offhandedly as he looked around. “No Essi today?” 

“Uh, no. I’m filing in this morning. Jaskier, at your service.” As he dipped his head in a mock bow he internally cursed himself. One day, one normal day, that was all he asked for. “Hope the bagel isn’t for Roach. I’m not sure she’d like it. How is she? We haven’t seen her much recently?” He shot off without thinking as he started to pour the coffees. He froze again as his brain caught up with his mouth. 

Behind Geralt, both of the men snorted. “Looks like you’ve got a fan, pretty boy,” the darker haired one jostled Geralt’s shoulder with a smirk.

Geralt only stood there, tilting his head slightly as though he wasn’t sure what had just happened. 

“Ah, I mean…” Jaskier fumbled, nearly spilling one of the coffees down his own front. 

“She’s doing fine actually,” there was a soft smile on his face, the same he wore when he got to handle the birds directly and Jaskier could feel himself melt on the spot. “Naughty as ever. Learned a new trick to take a swipe at Lambert here if he’s holding the feed bucket,” there was a low rumble of a chuckle. 

The dark haired one behind Geralt stopped laughing abruptly. “She’s a menace.” He growled, picking up his own coffee from the counter. 

Behind Jaskier, the oven dinged. “Oh and your muffin!” He turned, letting himself have the moment his back was to them to silently scream. He had been tricked! He had been set up! He was going to try to get this man’s number and he would never hear the end of it. 

“You already had it in?” Geralt asked, that smile still in place. 

“What can I say, we make sure to take care of our favorite customers.” He was almost proud of himself at how smoothly that had come out as he turned to look back at Geralt. He should have been paying attention to the muffin as it dropped, missing the bag completely and splatting on the floor. 

“Fuck,” Jaskier nearly cried. “I am so sorry. Give me, just a moment, I’ll get another one in for you.” 

He watched as Geralt ducked his head, smirking. “Would you like to meet her?” He gave another tilt of his head, his eyes clearly looking Jaskier up and down. 

He was sure he had died. This wasn’t real. This was the good place. Or the bad place. Either way, this place was the place his soul had clearly left his body. He stood there, cold muffin in hand as he gaped at Geralt. 

“Uh-”

“You don’t,” Geralt cleared his throat, “I was just wondering since you seemed… to be a… fan.” His face slipped into a scowl and no. No that wouldn’t do at all. 

“I would love to, yeah. I’m off at three?” 

“Oh! Jaskier! Thank you for coming in to open. I can take it from here,” Essi slipped in beside him, taking the muffin from his hand. “Morning, Dr. Rivia,” she nearly sang, her face smug. 

“Dead. You’re very very dead when I see you again,” Jaskier whispered to her though he couldn’t stop grinning. 

“So you were saying?” Geralt asked, leaning against the counter. 

“Turns out, I’m free as a bird, you’d say.” Jaskier chuckled as he slipped his apron off and made his way around the counter. 

Geralt snorted and rolled his eyes but took his coffee and muffin from Essi. “You know that phrase ‘eat like a bird’ is really not that good of a way of saying that someone doesn’t eat much?” 

Behind them, Lambert scoffed. “Here we fucking go again. I said I was sorry for bringing it up!” 

Later that afternoon he found himself wearing a glove similar to the one he had first seen Geralt in, a small tawny owl bobbing on his arm as he looked on in wonder. He had met Roach and she had nipped at his hair and shirt, screeching when food wasn’t produced. 

“Hmm, let’s get Scorpion. He won’t tear you to shreds,” Geralt gave Roach a fond little tap on her wing with the back of his fingers. 

By the end of the day he left with a few knicks in his fingers and a phone number. He had never slept better.

[bakugousbabygirl]

Toxic Aizawa Headcannons

genre: angst i guess?

pairings: aizawa x fem!reader

cw: || cheating || jealousy || cursing || manipulation || overall toxicity ||

A/N: this is kinda short, but i might do more of these and make them longer and add scenarios at the end. idk

SFW

• he's a scorpio.....that shit is toxic enough on it's own lmao

• but fr everyone seems to have this image he's a patient caring man and i mean he is, with his students

• but you? no

• you're an adult, you should just GET things but you don't which frustrates him beyond belief

• you're his partner, not his student he shouldnt have to baby you

• i also feel like aizawa has a thing for younger women, he's 31 and he likes his women in their early to mid 20's

• i feel like that isn't inherently toxic but the way he uses your younger age against you most definitely is

• when you get in an argument he throws it in you face calling you childish and stating how he should've just dated someone his own damn age

• shota definitely prioritizes his job over you, will stay out late at night patrolling. he will stand you up on dates to go to hero meeting and even be gone for weeks on missions without contacting you

• luckily toshinori and hizashi are nice men knowing how their colleague and friend is so they send you updates about him to keep your mind at ease

• this causes a lot of fights. he questions you on why you're talking to his friends, he wants you to stay out of his personal life. you try to rationalize with him that you are apart of his personal life and needs to start acting like it. if he's gonna be gone for long you tell him the least he could do is give you a heads up

• he argues back that you should just KNOW if he hasn't shown up he's gone for hero work and should be content with that. he tells you that you KNOW what you were signing up for when you started dating so why are you trippin now.

• he never yells but his tone becomes really harsh and his words cut like blades tearing you apart cutting you down until you feel so belittled that your argument isnt worth it anymore making you grow quiet

• he'll glare at you and make a few snide remarks before leaving like a upset father after scolding his daughter

• definitely avoids you afterwards, i mean he doesnt come home for a solid 2 weeks after and you dont get any updates from hizashi and toshinori because he told them to but out of his business

• when he comes back he pretends as if nothing ever happened, he already said what he had to say. why rehash it? and if you're really still hurt it's just gonna reinforce the fact he thinks you're childish and thinks he should've dated someone his own age

• speaking of people your own age if he catches you texting or hanging out with a guy your age he's gonna be pissed

• "what am i not good enough for you, you think i'm too old or something!?"

• like no bruh we were just having a friendly conversation what's your deal, PLEASE get over whatever complex you have dude

• I feel like aizawa would definitely judge the way you dress lmao

• with alternative fashion coming back in style you have a stab at it and start dressing like an e-girl because it's the easiest look to manage

• aizawa laughs his ass off at you saying how that isn't true alternative fashion and calls you a poser

• yeah yeah aizawa is a fuckin gate keeper, you can't tell me he wasn't emo back in the day

• tells you to change and never dress up like that again because it makes you look like some cheap cam girl

• if you ever try to walk away when hes scolding you he will use his scarf to tie you up making you sit down and admit you're wrong

• he's the type to stress that communication is key but doesn't communicate himself

• its more like he talks and you listen if you haven't gotten that by now

• he refuses to open up to you and keeps you 100% separated from his work and personal life

• probably makes fun of your trauma, nothing too fucked up like if your parents are dead or anything. hes not that much of a douche, but if its something like your sister use to lock you in the dark cold cellar at night and told you a monster was gonna get you he'd definitely laugh

• would even go as far as locking you in the basement closet to see how you'd react

• also gaslight you using your age against you saying how he knows more because he's older

NSFW

• wanna start this off by saying aizawa is defo cheating on you with midnight lmao take that how you want but he is

• when you catch him he just says it's not that serious and it just happened because they have history together and shes more mature and experienced. he said it wont happen again so why cant you get over it, stop being so childish

• i have a feeling he'd probably complain about how annoying you are to her during pillow talk 😹😹

• he's the type to keep a straight face when you're giving him sloppy toppy to give the illusion that you're underperforming and can't satisfy him but in reality his toes are curling and he's doing his best to hold back his moans because your head game is out of this world

• definitely is the dominant one and he'd laugh in your face at even the slightest mention of you taking over ( he does let midnight dom him tho😒)

• it was this one time where you asked could you ride him so he allowed it, you got on top of him and just when you were getting into the groove of it he rolled his eyes flipped you over and growled in your ear saying to never waste his time like that again

• when you try to initiate sex with him laughs at your cute efforts of trying to seduce him saying he's too old for that stuff to be appealing to him

• he'd use sex to take out all his frustrations on you

• it seems hot but not the way he does it, he'll have you in his lap infront of a mirror as he pounds into you while degrading you

• it starts off cute and light with just calling you things like his pathetic kitten but then the insults start getting a little too real saying how he could go find a better girl with a cunt just as tight as yours who doesn't annoy him and how you're such a bitch and you can't nag at him now that you're stuffed with his cock

• yeah needless to say you start crying and hit his ass with the safe word making him stop and he just rolls his eyes and mutters to himself about how the younger generation is so sensitive and kinda just....leaves you there to mope

• also yeah theres never any aftercare even after particularly rough scenes like that he just showers then goes to bed and expects you to do the same

• and it's not like he doesn't know with aftercare is, i mean he's banging midnight our bdsm queen he knows what aftercare is but just doesn't see you as important enough to be that intimate with

• if you do something that turns him off during the middle of sex and kinda just pushes you off of him and goes to sleep on the couch and won't have sex with you for a while

• drags himself at all types of late nights and early mornings crawling into bed with you whole you're still sleep and kisses you're shoulder saying to himself outloud "i'll do right by you one day"

[utterlyinevitable]

After seeing ur explanation for that anon i really want to see a fic or a hc of ethan as a dad and becca as mom can u please do it??

omg okay ahhh my babys having babies. this is gonna be long and idk if it’ll make sense bc imma jot down everything i know about domestic e&b.  

[just finished and... this is long and broken down into 6 categories........... enjoy!]

Ethan & Becca as Parents

The Pregnancy 

They didn’t plan on having children, it just kind of happened. Becca and Ethan took a day for the news to settle before they jumped into excited, expecting parents mode.

The most exciting part was renovating the condo to make the most perfect nursery and shopping for decorations and mentally planning all the traditions and things they’d love to give to their little family. 

All of the happiness couldn’t mask the struggles of pregnancy. 

Becca hated being pregnant. She was sick and nauseous constantly, and her back and feet always ached. 

Throughout the whole thing Ethan doted on her; holding her hair back and learning how to tie it up in the way she likes, rubbing her back, running out to get whatever she was craving. 

He even made copious amounts of notes about her eating patterns. Enough to keep two of everything in the condo. 

If she was having a restless night, he would too; even if she was restless for non-human-growing reasons. 

They were in this together.

And even when she was huddled over a garbage pail, dribble running down her chin, she never looked more beautiful to him. 

There was just something about all this that made him feel all weird and fuzzy inside. 

When her symptoms barely settled throughout the second trimester she overhauled her entire birthing plan. There was no way she was making it to 42 weeks. She was absolutely miserable. So she made a c-section appointment for 40 weeks. 

She had an entire argument with Ethan one evening (she really was only yelling while he nodded his head). Her main points were:  “It’s my body and the baby will be fine. I was born 6 weeks early and I turned out fantastic!” and  “Once the baby’s out of me I’m still going to have to pee. Omg what if she rips me open!? How am I supposed to use the bathroom without worrying about my stitches?”  

All he kept reiterating was:  “I love you. I trust you and your instincts.” 

Becca felt better as he held her face in his large hands, his calming azure eyes boring into hers and letting her know everything will be alight. 

But deep down she spent the next few weeks since making the appointment wondering if she should have given vaginal birth a try. She didn’t want Ethan to resent her for chickening out of her body’s natural function. 

The Birth 

Becca made it to her c-section appointment. Happily rubbing her large belly and glowing:  “I can’t wait to not be pregnant anymore! Never do this to me again.” 

All Ethan did was chuckle. 

He was happy she was getting color back and that her symptoms finally settled enough for her to spend the last few weeks enjoying their daughters kicks. But oh my god was Ethan Ramsey terrified of being a father. 

He wouldn’t tell Becca though. She was emotional and worried enough as is. Any and all his concerns were saved for the short conversations he had with his father.  “Don’t overthink it, son. The moment you lay eyes on your daughter you’ll know what to do. It’s instinct. Biology. That was your best subject in school, wasn’t it?” Alan would joke.  

The surgery went off without a hitch. 

All of Becca’s hatred for the phenomenon of pregnancy vanished the second the nurse placed their daughter on her chest. 

Rebecca was in awe. She made that! This little person came out of her! This little pink person that looks like a plucked chicken with a tiny tuft of brown hair was here and she was beautiful. The perfect combination of her and Ethan. 

The embodiment of their love.   

Dakota Dolores Ramsey was completely unplanned. Unplanned but not unwanted.  

The first time Ethan Ramsey held his daughter time froze. The universe needed a minute to process the broad grin and full heart thumping rapidly from this stoic and reserved man. 

The earth was about to spin the wrong way but then Dakota opened her eyes.

Everything was the way divinity had planned it.  

At Home

Although Ethan and Becca lived a 10 minutes drive from Edenbrook, nearly a straight run, Becca forced him to drive as slow as possible. 

Dakota was asleep and she needed to keep it that way. 

Due to her stitches, Becca was forced to take things easy. No matter how many times she argued with Ethan that she was capable of menial tasks around the house. 

Ethan would not let her lift a finger. 

If Dakota needed a change he’d happily do it. if Becca was hungry he’d make her favorite. 

“You had her to yourself for nine months. Let me take the next few days.” Becca went to retort, all she wanted was to hold her baby for the rest of eternity. She’d never tire of looking at her scrunched up potato face and watching as her features changed every moment of every day. “I promise to share.” “You better,” she kissed him as he tucked her into bed for a much needed nap.

The only thing he was forced to share with his partner was feeding duty - Becca was adamant on breast feeding. A bottle would not touch their daughters lips for months to come. 

That in itself brought its own challenges. 

Most nights Ethan laid in bed with Becca curled up at his side in one arm and Dakota resting on his bare chest. 

Parenting was weird, but an exhilarating change. 

Ethan couldn’t diagnose what he could have possibly have done right in his life to be this wholly happy. 

The Second

Once Ethan and Becca had one child they were both itching for a second.

“You know what say: ‘if you have one you have to have two’.” “Is that so?”  “You don’t want Dakota to have a sibling?”  “I was an only child and look how I turned out.”  “Emotionally stunted and certified loner?” she teased. 

Truth be told, Ethan wanted another. He’s been thinking of giving his pride and joy a few siblings for weeks now. He just didn’t know how to tell Becca. 

Becca complained frequently about how happy she was to not be pregnant, and often about how her scar healed funnily. 

All of the signs pointed to her not wanting another. And Ethan was okay with that. He never expected to have one child. He’d cherish every moment of what’s been placed right in his fingertips. 

He’ll let his soon-to-be wife choose their path. She’s dictated everything else thus far. Ethan was elated she chose him to be along for the ride. 

After Dakota’s first birthday, when they made the decision to have another, they tried desperately to conceive.

“I really don’t want to have to deal with diapers for five years,” was Becca’s main reason for keeping the kids close in age.  “We can try surrogacy.” Ethan offered, knowing how much she hated pregnancy. He didn’t want to push her into anything.    “No. I have to do it. I’ll do it for our kids. But you owe me big time.”  

And 14 months later Caroline Marie Ramsey made her grand appearance. 

And Becca got her first push present. 

The Last 

It’s fitting that four years later Ethan and Becca were blessed with another surprise. 

Her pregnancy with James Jonah was the smoothest of them all. 

Of course that meant something had to go wrong. 

At 34 weeks Becca went into premature vaginal labor. 

Within six hours their baby boy arrived. 5lbs 2oz and looking like an alien. 

Ethan almost lost them both after the fact. 

Becca lost too much blood with the placenta and JJ was so tiny.  

But the Lao’s were fighters and they pulled through. Ethan cried at her bedside once the harrowing 24 hours were up. 

Becca stayed at the hospital for a week, Ethan and Alan bringing the girls to visit every single day. 

JJ had to stay a few days longer and Becca refused to leave until she could bring her son home. 

She went through her first experience with postpartum depression. Becca didn’t think anything could be worse than the mental toll her abortion had on her years earlier. But she was wrong.

She was so wrong. 

All their friends chipped in to help take care of the kids while Ethan devoted his time to helping his wife. The couple went to therapy, sometimes together, other times Ethan sat in the waiting room as Becca worked through her emotions. 

Months later, the parents were sitting at home. Ethan held their son and their daughters were curled on their laps: He muttered into his wife’s hair, “I’d like to have one more.”  “Not with me you’re not,” she scoffed. “We’re outnumbered as is.” 

JJ began to cry and the girls stirred. Dakota mumbling, “Tell the baby to shut up, I’m sleeping here.” 

They couldn’t help but laugh and pull apart to put their whole world to bed.  

Old and graying and spending more time at home with his kids, Ethan wanted just one more baby. Four was a strong, even number. He could have a whole daycare full of them - each one the best variations of him and Becca. 

Becca had spent a large portion of her 30s childrearing and she’s done. Done with diapers and formula, especially. She loves her children more than anything but they’re exhausting. She can’t wait for them to be in school full time and she can have some more alone time with her husband. It’s been so long since it’s been just them too.  

“Don’t hate me...”  “I could never hate you,” Ethan said as he brushed a few strands of hair from his wife’s face.  She swallowed and confidently said, “I want you to get a vasectomy.” 

He agreed without further consideration. She made a very compelling argument.  

Parenting 

Ethan is the doting helicopter dad and Becca is doctor drill sergeant. The kids get away with nothing under their mother’s watch. 

Ethan is very soft and adores his children. The grumpy attending could have a whole gaggle of them. He spoils his daughters rotten, picking up the newest doll and toy they’re obsessed with, and making them promise not to tell mommy. 

The women in Ethan’s life get away with everything and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

When the girls were born, Ethan stepped back at work letting the better Dr. Ramsey have her career defining moments.

He took half days to pick the girls up from preschool and would bring them to the park or museums. He’d even try to teach them to cook their favorite recipes on cold, rainy days. He’d tire them out so that he and mom could tuck them in after dinner.

Ethan’s afraid of his son. He’s afraid the tot is going to turn out exactly like him - he’s the spitting image, except that his hair curls like his mother’s. 

Instead of putting JJ in fulltime daycare, Ethan chose part time preschool. The girls were in primary school now and he’s taken a bigger step back from the hospital after the baby was born. 

He devotes all his free time to teaching his son about all he knows and learning all he doesn’t.  

Becca complains about the state of her vagina and stomach all the time. Never in front of the children but often enough Ethan knows the look on her face right before she says the same two lines.  

Her favorite activity is building forts and taking the kids to the beach. 

The holidays have never felt more alive with the full house. Ethan even became a Christmas and Valentines Day lover. 

Becca loved watching him change over the years. Every new first they celebrated with each child, every one of their kids passions, Ethan would adopt them all and make it his mission to be a connoisseur of every facet.

Dakota sat her parents down one day with a serious topic of conversation: “Mommy, Daddy. I’m going to be a fashion designer.” “Will you?”  “Yes. And I need to dress myself.” “As long as it’s weather appropriate, consider it done.”  “And we need to get supplies.” 

The conversation went on for 15 minutes with Ethan and Becca asking questions and Dakota making demands. Once they’ve settled on an agreement on how to make their daughter’s dream happen, Ethan retired to his office. He taught himself the basics of sewing.     

Even with all the struggles of raising three children in a suburb of Boston while balancing very demanding medical careers, Ethan and Becca wouldn’t have it any other way. The life they carved out of all their complications was worth it.  

All of this was inevitable. 

And they wouldn’t take a moment for granted.    

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Um... this became bigger than intended... If you made it this far, thank you ♥

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[cattles-bians]

exes au part 11

post directory

obsetress: i'm about to fully fall asleep but i have been thinking about exes au danvi and like the isabel of it all and dani dating a single mom and how just like

obsetress: vi is so protective of isabel and as much as she loves dani like

obsetress: she took SO LONG before introducing her and then like

obsetress: when they broke up dani left and dani wasnt in isabels life anymore and dani was so good for isabel and viola just feels so fuckin shitty and blames herself and

obsetress: but i'm also thinkin bout soft fluffy stuff too like how much dani loves isabel and how much vi loves watching isabel w dani and

em: hey hannah what the fuck

obsetress: isabel has a nightmare one night and goes to her mom's room and dani's there too and she just curls up between them

em: do you think when they finally reconnected dani was like hey um. does isabel remember me. would it be weird if

obsetress: FUCK

obsetress: this absolutely happens

em: viola is VERY apprehensive at first

obsetress: god yeah esp after getting so hurt by it but

obsetress: viola sure cannot say no to dani!

em: i love some dani with kids tho

em: maybe too soft but do u think for at least a couple years dani would like. send isabel a bday card

em: like dead air otherwise

em: hmm idk i am chewing that one over more

obsetress: god it's hard i think dani wants to but she doesn't

obsetress: i could see dani writing them and holding onto them

em: oh that’s even worse

obsetress: even tho she really doesnt think she'll ever talk to vi again

em: what a soft and depressing thought. thank u. i resent u.

obsetress: yeah it hurts!

obsetress: but then she does! and she gives them all to isabel when she's older maybe

em: hold on i’m gonna bawl

em: sometimes my parents will be like um. do u remember this person and i’m like uh i don’t remember people i worked w two years ago let alone

em: but i think isabel does

em: i will be thinking about this all afternoon bestie have a wonderful slumber

[em note: em yells in hannahs DMs while she's asleep dot png]

em: no um. mate im still furious about the isabel of it all wtf

em: thinking about um. like ok i dont wanna use isabel as a prop but this is certainly one of those times where

em: violas been hurt before and viola's hurt other people before because she's deeply troubled and i feel like that would be one of the first times she sorta. sure she licks her wounds and feels miserable for herself but its also like uh

em: really sobering to realise This Hurts Isabel Too

em: because yknow violas very gatekeep gaslight girlboss i think shes got a strong enough sense of self that nothing really shakes that. maybe even to a deluded degree. i dont think she goes to therapy because shes like wow im fucked up i gotta get help, she's more like

em: shes really driven by her love for isabel!! gestures WILDLY

em: realised this is an au where parents get therapy and dont pass their traumas onto their kids and i want OFF this WILD RIDE im so tired of discovering things about myself through the realm of fiction

obsetress: yeah same i kept thinking about it too alfkadlsfkjdasf

obsetress: i want to reply to every single line of the isabel thing but i'm not gonna do that so let me just say: YEAH

obsetress: like isabel is her cornerstone full stop everything comes down to isabel

em: dani's probably so nervous reconnecting w isabel again. absolutely spinning her lil wheels

em: they set up a lil date and time and dani's doing her gay nervous babble abt if isabel even remembers her or god forbid resents her n jamies like...

em: im pursing my lips as i draw a line on the whiteboard between jamie's whole childhood and isabels and shaking my head Goddamn It

em: jamie lets dani babble it out n pauses and reflects on what she's saying n then jamie's like. the fact ur nervous means u care. n kids are v good at picking up when ppl care. you'll be alright.

obsetress: god yeah this bit i can just. hear it

obsetress: it's so visceral

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em: viola

obsetress: god my favorite taurus hedonist

[em note: hannah yells in em's DMs while em is asleep dot png]

obsetress: god fuck what was i thinking about isabel this morning like

obsetress: that's what i get for daydreamin between snoozes and not writing it down alas

obsetress: but just like how excited isabel is to see dani again when she does and also like, isabel and rebecca

obsetress: then i started thinking about

obsetress: rebecca and vi getting married and vi's always like i'm not gonna get married again it's bullshit and rebecca's like it's not for me but then they just

obsetress: like they live together and they share everything and rebecca looks out for isabel just as much and they get to a point and it's like

obsetress: oh. oh

obsetress: like they're both like it's the logical thing to do. it's logical and it's safe and we should have this extra layer of protection but also it's like

obsetress: they find themselves more and more excited a lil you know? and just thinking about how isabel's there and how excited isabel is and

obsetress: but god yeah what i was thinking about this morning like. one day vi has to tell isabel dani's not gonna be coming around anymore and like

obsetress: isabel doesn't really understand and she's so sad and then vi feels even shittier

obsetress: and she's like "we'll be okay. it's you and me, remember? moving mountains"

obsetress: "you me us, right?"

obsetress: the first time rebecca meets her she brings her a book as a gift and is like "this was one of my favorites" and

obsetress: OH I REMEMBERED

obsetress: so like when dani sees isabel again finally (and yknow as nervous as dani was vi was even more on edge because it's so inconsistent and is she gonna understand yknow? and the two of them just spiral––which is also another thing about the two of them in a relationship! i think they push each other down spirals)

obsetress: jamie's there too and dani's like "this is... this is, uh, jamie" and it's like you said jamie isabel parallels and so jamie's like a lil tender

obsetress: spoiler: isabel and jamie end up bonding the most

obsetress: jamie's like running around with isabel on her shoulders and then showing her all these plants and taking her to gardens and

obsetress: another tentative jamie vi alliance

em: isabel mikey hangout When

obsetress: isabel mikey hangout!

obsetress: they're hanging with isabel and she and jamie have a very spirited discussion where isabel's like "i wanna be a princess" and dani's like "why not a knight?" and jamie's like "why not opt out of the feudalistic hierarchy entirely and ditch the kingdom for the high seas?" and convinces isabel to go full pirate

obsetress: and then isabel kinda passes out with her head in jamie's lap and jamie's just kinda idly playing with her hair (vi is already like "am i... attracted to jamie in this moment?")

obsetress: and jamie's like "y'know, i should bring mikey round next time isabel's here" and viola's like "......who?" and jamie's like "my little brother? mikey?" and viola's like "right.... right"

obsetress: cut to later, when dani and jamie have retired to vi and becca's guest room: "since when does jamie have a little brother?" "she always has, babe"

em: kinda obsessed w like. violas love for isabel means her wires get crossed when the surly gardener is Good With Kids

obsetress: yeah

obsetress: mikey and isabel immediately hit it off i think

obsetress: a bit of an odd couple because i think isabel is definitely, like, her mother's daughter and mikey is............. mikey

obsetress: but i think they meet in the middle and help each other grow and play pirates together

em: viola is like. of course mikey and isabel will get along. isabel is wonderful. but jamie is quietly Sweating about the whole thing

em: so damvibecca are having their afternoon tea and their little cakes and jamie is Quietly sweating and she’s like ‘quiet is good, right? like they’re not tryna k-‘ and then there’s the sound of two 8 year olds (idk how old they are tbh) YELLING as they chase each other down the hall w wrapping paper tubes

obsetress: nervous babbling dani x quietly sweating jamie, an otp

em: isabel has gotten into the make up n given them both black eyes n scars and moustaches n everyone’s like oh no how’s viola gonna feel about this but viola is DELIGHTED

obsetress: dani's like "chill you all she's gonna––" and then viola is getting up and asking them to do her face too

em: made a parrot outta a sock and newspaper

obsetress: viola playing pirates w isabel and mikey

em: kids w their endless creativity n absolute disregard for personal property is truly a thing of dreams

obsetress: mikey gives her a paper tube and she disarms isabel, takes hers, and offers it very seriously to jamie

em: cuteeee

obsetress: rebecca's giving dani a look and dani is completely unfazed and reaching for another tea cake

em: absolutely unflappable dani clayton

em: dani and rebecca sharing a Look like hey have you ever seen her this gleeful

obsetress: there is something very tasty about jamie taylor having a direct hand in making viola so gleeful

em: takes a village!

obsetress: when viola's two big loves are sitting five feet away from them both

em: everyone changes everyone for the better

em: fucken soft ass chat over here

obsetress: everyone changes everyone for the better

obsetress: soft as hell

em: thesis statement everyone likes each other so much (jamie pretends she doesn’t)

obsetress: (jamie pretends she doesn't) (jamie might like everyone the most)

obsetress: viola registers mikey for isabel's school n pays full tuition

em: oh my god

obsetress: jamie is horrified and refuses to accept it and viola waves a hand and is like "too late, deposit's non-refundable"

em: (they carpool)

obsetress: PLEASE

obsetress: oh god and like

obsetress: flora and miles go there too

obsetress: full circle complete

em: broke: highschool au woke: guardians of primary schoolers au

obsetress: dani jamie in bed jamie's like "you don't...... think it's weird?" "hmm?" "mikey going to.... school with our boss' kids?" "why would that be weird" "i dunno" "he also goes to school with my ex's kid" "he's best friends with your ex's kid" "and that's not weird, is it?" (grumbles) "not anymore" "so why would this be?"

em: jamie’s ribbing mikey for his silly tie and straw hat but she teaches him how to tie a tie and also she keeps crying for some reason???

obsetress: oh fuck

em: mikey: can’t i just get a fake tie >:/

jamie: no because when u have a real tie you can leave it untied a little as an act of rebellion

obsetress: god it's jamie crying for me

em: i love that big baby

obsetress: so much!

em: jamies like idk what’s gotten into me i never cry n danis like. raises one eye brow and mentally checks off all the times jamie has absolutely bawled watching a movie

em: not even a sad movie

em: dani plays along

em: maybe ur getting soft in ur old age jamie

obsetress: jamie i cry three four times a day five if i'm being honest taylor

em: thinking about their weekly weekend lunch w damvibecca and hannah and owen and miles and flora and

obsetress: dfjsldkfjslfslfj

obsetress: god big found family

obsetress: you know viola doesn't like

obsetress: dani and jamie respectfully toe around whatever the fuck owen and hannah have going on but viola just does not suffer it. she's so blunt to them

em: big viola grin and all ‘owen, hannah, i assume you will be each other’s dates?’ (owen chokes on his tiny egg sandwich)

em: hannah grose is serene and unreadable as she dabs a bit off yolk off owens moustache

em: maybe even a bit pleased

obsetress: everyone is always so tense when viola and hannah get together because neither of them take shit yknow

obsetress: and everyone's like "which way is this gonna go"

em: god. peak snarky broads

obsetress: but usually they end up good. two apex predators where one is a lil vicious but the other is so confident in its status that it just chills

em: they have the Best gossip

obsetress: would love to sit in and listen as they drink tea and gossip tbh

em: viola presses owen on hannah and he goes red and viola presses hannah on owen and she does a little wouldnt-you-like-to-know into her tea

em: viola nee willoughby and hannah grose friendship is. truly something i never knew i needed until now

em: they’re both just that lil bit older than the rest of the gang too

obsetress: an important coalition

obsetress: hannah grose! hannah looking out for rebecca and that's the couple times she gets a lil testy w vi

obsetress: mikey and isabel besties but flora and mikey get along really well and isabel and miles do too i think

em: the sheer chaos of a taylor-lloyd-windgrave story time

obsetress: LDKFjKLSDJF HELP

obsetress: taylor lloyd wingrave story time

obsetress: jamie suddenly very invested in story time

obsetress: dani's like "i know this is the first time you've actually cared about story time, babe, so let me give you some pointers"

em: i was just in my head thinking fondly about like. jamie is a drop out and plays a lil dumb sometimes for fun but also prolly reads a lot especially to mikey and now i’m like. wait i’m talking to Ms Floras Two Moms herself

em: idk if i had that headcanon before i read she taught me a lesson alright but yknow what! doesn’t matter it’s a beautiful one

obsetress: thank youuuu i love it a lot

obsetress: jamie big reader is generally one of my fave headcanons tbh i'm glad it seems to be widely accepted. can't even explain why it's just nice

em: sometimes i will talk 2 ppl about my passionate drop out jamie taylor belief n then they’re like but she’s smart (it’s only happened a couple times hahsj) and i’m like these aren’t mutually exclusive!! this is my very biased experience but my friends who do manual labor for a living seem to read so much more than my friends who don’t

em: your brain wants to chew over things while the hands are workin i reckon

obsetress: yes yes yes yes yes

obsetress: i think that's also like (sighs heavily)

obsetress: symptomatic of hegemonic perceptions of the working class

em: i love when u sigh heavily it’s always a fun take

obsetress: i think jamie is v clever and reflective and like if there's one thing i've learned getting older it's

obsetress: smart doesn't matter i think the most insightful most thoughtful people are the most reflective ones

obsetress: like none of it fuckin matters just be a nice person

[slashyrogue]

idk if you're doing prompts rn, if not ignore this, but what if Will and Hannibal knew Garrett Jacob Hobbs before Abigail was born and he asked both of them to be her Godfathers. He asks them both to watch her when she's younger and they both have to take care of an infant and get to know each other at the same time, hilarity ensues.

Not exactly what you wanted but I tried. 

************

The minute Garrett Jacob Hobbs walks inside Hannibal’s office Hannibal knows he’s a killer. 

He’s unsure as to why it’s so easy for him to see the darkness in others before they see it in themselves but he can, and even as the little girl beside him gets up on the couch Hannibal knows this man is dangerous. 

“I’m sorry, Doc,” Garett says, his face red, “The wife, she...” 

“It’s quite alright,” he says, smiling at the little brown haired girl, “Hello.” 

She doesn’t look at him, or speak. 

“Abby is a little shy. She won’t bother us, Doc. She’s a good girl.” 

“I see that. Abby, is it?” 

“Abigail.” 

Hannibal walks across the room and pulls his sketchbook out from the drawer. He tears a few pieces of paper and brings a charcoal crayon with him back to Abigail. 

“Abigail, would you like to draw?” 

She can’t be more then three, maybe four, but the deep look of knowing in her eyes makes her seem older than she is. Her nod is polite, and he leads her back to his desk to draw while he speaks to Garett. 

Garett who says both nothing and everything. 

Hannibal had allowed the referral of Mr. Hobbs from a former colleague, despite knowing the man would not be able to pay for more than one session, and as he looks to Abigail again he knows he’s going to be generous. 

“I’ll see you again next week, Mr. Hobbs.” 

“I don’t...” 

He smiles. “Do not worry, Garrett. I will see you again.” 

Garett seems torn between refusing or thanking him, but when Hannibal looks at Abigail the answer is chosen for him. “Okay, Doc.” 

For the next two years Garrett comes to Hannibal, free of charge, and Abigail comes as well. She doesn’t always come with her father, but he sees her often. Hannibal becomes quite friendly with the two of them, and even goes to dinner with Mrs. Hobbs. 

When they ask him if he’d be a potential guardian for Abigail if something happens to them he’s only more than happy to say yes. Hannibal cares more for Abigail’s well being than her parents’, and as she reaches ten he can see the fear in Garrett plain as day. 

The time is coming. 

So Hannibal makes a decision. 

He invites Garrett to meet him for an unconventional session. It’s late evening, and as Mr. Hobbs pulls up Hannibal is ready. 

Except Abigail is with him. 

And she looks very frightened. 

“Dr. Lecter, I...” 

Garrett is covered in blood. 

“What have you done?” 

“She wanted to take her away from me, Doc. She...she thinks I’m gonna hurt her but I’d never heart my Abby. Not for anything. Not...” 

Hannibal comes closer and holds out his hand. “Garrett, let’s talk in private. Abigail can sit in my car.” 

Garett hands Abigail over to him and she clings hard to Hannibal’s neck. Her tears are sudden, and she shakes as he brings her to the car. “Abigail...” 

“Mommy...” 

Hannibal straps her into the car and comes back to Garrett who has since begun to lean on his own car. “Let’s go inside your vehicle and you can tell me what happened.” 

Later when the police arrive Hannibal tells them he called his patient for a missed appointment and was told to meet in the woods. He tells them that Mr. Hobbs slit his own throat in front of him and easily fakes tears as he holds Abigail close to him. 

A month later Abigail is his daughter. 

A year later he meets Will Graham. 

Abigail is six by then, just starting kindergarten, and when Will first sees her the warmth in his eyes is genuine. 

“I didn’t know you had a daughter.” 

“Yes, it was...an unfortunate blessing. I became her guardian when her father killed her mother and then himself. She’s thrived in the year we’ve been together. Abigail, say hello.” 

She looks at Will with wide eyes. “Hello.” 

Will bends down and meets her gaze head on. 

Hannibal suddenly knows that his plans for Will are going to need to change.

“Hello, I’m Will.” 

“Abby,” she says, the nickname being said for the first time in a year, “Are you Hanni’s friend?” 

Will smiles up at him. “Yes, I am.” 

Hannibal smiles. “Abigail, should we invite Will inside?” 

Abigail nods. 

“I...” 

“You came to bring me something I needed, Will. The least I can do is give you dinner. Come, share a meal with us.” 

Will sighs. “I guess I can.” 

The minute he steps inside begins Hannibal’s plans. 

Seven months later Will is living in his house. 

A year later they’ve moved to a bigger one. 

And Abigail begins to call them both Daddy. 

He has his family. 

He needs nothing else. 

[waifu-13]

Okay here me out,, oikawa but a kingdom au... ballroom dance, cinderella type beat ya know??😩 OR you could do an enemies to lovers✨ where y/n is a prisoner cuz their kingdom was taken over by aoba johsai kingdom and boom bam they are lovers... idk how but it happened but it did - you get some creative freedom (also imagine iwaizumi as a knight, I- 😳)

~ love ya bestie 💞

THREE MONTHS AN kingdom au oikawa x reader 

got ya, but honestly could iwas arms even fit in armor?

a human can only fake love for three months, will you fall in time? 

You never really butted heads with your family, and when you did you always had gotten your way- keyword here is had- king dad whatever name you wanna use, thought it would be a good idea to set his sweet daughter up with the prince from the kingdom over. You roll your eyes as his name is being told.

“Oikawa Tooru, from the kingdom Aoba Johsai” your father introduced the boy to you, while your mother motions her head for you to introduce yourself. You glare at her then what was his name again... Oikawa right? You keep your mouth shut. You didn't want this, you didn't even like the guy, from what you heard his ego was bigger than his...brain. Your thoughts are interrupted by Oikawa with a cocky grin on his face

"So? princess what's your name? Take the princess as a pet name if you like... or a formality” it seems as if his grin just grew bigger. You sigh loud enough for your parents to hear.

“ y/n l/n... ” your tone cold towards him. Your mother apologizes saying how you didn't mean to be so rude. She just kept going on and on about how your such a great lady. You sigh once more, sneaking off back to your room, changing into something more comfortable then that gown your mother and father had you wear. You didn't understand how this could be so important. So what if kingdoms do this? You didn't want this.

Rumor has it that Tooru and his sister are the only airs to the throne. So who's family is this really for? As you finish thinking and changing you peek out the door of your room to make sure the coast is clear before sneaking out to the garden. The one place in the castle that's really yours making your way outside you thought you were alone until...

“These rose are pretty. Did you grow them yourself y/n?”

Ugh, of course he had to show up. Oikawa and his stupid grin you simply nod. You have no need to converse with him your not gonna marry him no matter what.

“So princess you gonna keep being cold? I understand this isn't ideal but let's make the best of this yeah?” he flashes you a charismatic smile.

“You understand, yet your still here? Just go away... I refuse to marry you.” You turn and swiftly walk away leaving him behind to talk with the flowers. He seemed speechless after your comment.

'She's got fire in her.. she knows what she wants I can't let that go not for me or my kingdom' Oikawa thought standing there wordlessly after what you said. There he was, left alone in this garden. It was gorgeous, he wish he knew who made it. A garden like this took a great deal of time and care.

After some time of exploring alone looking to find you. Your mother calls you both in for dinner. You both walk back taking different paths. You hoped to not see Oikawa on the way back. When you arrive, your father sees you changed he expected nothing else of you but still, he sighed.

“y/n... why you needed to look formal for once.” He didn't look disappointed or upset you couldn't describe the look on his face. You all get seated and ,of course, your parents made you sit next to Oikawa. Oh how much you hated this, how much you wish you could just run without knowing someone would look for you. Your parents were trying to keep some form of conversation going but the tension in the room is easy to see. That is until Tooru makes a proposal.

“Three months, that's it we both know you dont wanna be here but give me one month for us to get to know each other and see what happens.” His tone is serious while his eyes say something else. They say he wants this for more then just the kingdoms. They show some real emotion. Its easy for you to see as much as you didn't wanna do this you cant completely say no. You look at Oikawa, letting out a sigh.

“Fine. Three months that's it. No funny business no extra shit, and one condition. We’re staying here.”  your mother was about to object as well as scold you for your choice of word, but Tooru interuputed.

“That sounded more like 3 conditions but okay princess, I have one condition too. I'd like for us to go to my kingdom on the weekends to visit my sister and nephew.” He says confidently with the slightest bit of hope in his voice. You nod and wonder how these three months will go. Will you fall in love? Or will you run away? 

[baegarrick]

hi hello so i’m coming to you because you’re the only person in the zukka fandom that i’ve seen blogging about the old guard and i love that movie SO MUCH and i can’t stop thinking about immortal zukka..... aang as either nile or andy bc i can’t choose, andy wouldn’t lose her immortality, and no one would betray anyone bc i say so 😌 how do you think an atla/the old guard au would work?? (zukkababey)

ok i rly love the idea of immortal everyone but tbh!!! i really dont know enough about asian history to like... go into detail about this honestly and I really didn’t want to come off as racist by fudging some stuff, but here r some bulletpoints about Things

(also u can slide into my dms 2 talk about this if u want, or if u have a discord, sorry it too so long I literally cant stop writing when I get on Topics. I'm so sorry if this gets off topic)

Sokka & Katara

In this au they’re not biologically related, but are both Inuit

Sokka dies first in a skirmish with another group of indigenous people in northern Canada (Inuit Nunangat) sometime prior to 1800

He knows he died, his people saw him die, and he doesn’t understand what’s happening (I really don’t know enough about the Inuit people to say whether they would have rejected him or tried to help him understand what happened to him)

however, I’d like to think they’d at least tell him to talk to the angakkuq, the shaman, and would probably see this as a positive thing

Eventually his band of people would whittle down to just a dozen or so, after long winters and harsh climates, and they were forced to assimilate with other bands who didn’t have ancestors who were there when Sokka died in the first place, so he has to move on.

He travels around for a while, trading and learning and staying in bands for a few years before moving on to another group, until it’s the 1800s

Around this time, Katara is born (and dies)

She refuses to stand down against a white French hunter who wanted to take one of the young women in her village as a wife, and she’s killed, and the woman is taken anyway.

When she wakes up, she’s furious, and before she can understand what happened to her, she finds the man and kills him. She’s arrested and set to be killed when Sokka finds her.

They aren’t biological siblings, but they come from the same people, and the world is changing rapidly and they’re the only people they know who are like this. The idea of marrying Katara is the worst thing that Sokka can think of-- look at her, she’s just a baby!!-- so they call each other siblings and travel together.

Zuko

ok again i know literally 0 things about chinese history like i googled “female chinese warriors” for suki and got like 100 things for mulan

Zuko is old, probably one of the oldest of the (living) group, but younger than Aang

he was the first son of the second son of the emperor in a time of political conflict in China. His father, the prince, was at war with his own brother who Zuko considered a father figure.

zuko speaks out against his father and is killed for being a traitor, but, guess what, he doesn’t die!!! his father does it again for posterity and uhhhhhh still doesn’t die. (or rather, dies, and comes back)

here’s where my uhhhhhh lack of knowledge is Bad

would his father banish him for being cursed? for somehow being against the gods?

or would he force him to fight in his armies, against his uncle, because he can’t die?

I was going to go with “banished” but fighting for decades in a fight he doesn’t want to be in is so! much! worse!

his father wants to know the secrets of his immortality and when he can’t share it he’s tortured and tested for years, and eventually sent out to fight as an immortal soldier who can’t die.

eventually he escapes, and leaves china for a long time (he doesn’t return for centuries)

he is highly distrustful of anyone for years bc of his father!! he wanders around for years like he does in Zuko Alone (or like Quynh before Andy finds her) and while he sees small bits of humanity, he has little faith in it and their wars, because he is Not One Of Them

For money he joins bandit groups or warlords or mercenaries, because why does any of that matter to him? Everyone dies.

Eventually he meets Aang, who is Humanity Personified, and Aang asks him if he thinks they can be friends-- but they’re on opposite sides of this conflict and Zuko is too disillusioned to want that. (they part ways)

He meets a man, Iroh, who reminds him of his uncle. They travel together for far longer than Zuko normally would, because he likes having a father figure, and because Iroh lost a son about Zuko’s age. They travel for years and Zuko never ages, so eventually he has to leave. Iroh finds him a few years later, greyer and slower, but tells Zuko that he knows about Zuko.

Zuko reacts poorly to this, lashing out, but Iroh is calm. Zuko breaks down and tells him he can’t give Iroh what he wants. (what Zuko assumes he wants-- what they all want, immortality)

But Iroh’s like, why would I want that? it sounds like a curse, son. Why would I want to never see my son again?

He tells Zuko: we’re not meant to be alone

After Iroh passes a few years later, he tries to track down Aang but can’t find him. He, however, has dreams about the others.

alternatively///////// japanese zuko?????? RONIN ZUKO???? love it but im too tired to think of More Than That after typing all the chinese zuko stuff up, although im Sure a ton of it would cross over bc im vague as Hell

Aang

he’s the oldest of the group but you wouldn’t know it!!!!

Roku was his mentor, the first immortal that any of them know of. He’s thousands of years old when Aang meets him. (He’s also the first to die. He shows Aang that All Things Must Die)

Aang is Tibetan, a Buddhist monk, one of the earliest, maybe the 7th century?

He dies in a temple fire

here again my complete and utter lack of knowledge is Bad

according to Dzogchen, individuals can transform their body into an immortal rainbow light, so there’s some mention of immortality in certain parts of Tibetan Buddhist culture, but idk how widespread that is since wikipedia didnt even have a source for it

he becomes a missionary and travels around asia for decades before Roku finds him

Roku!!! he’s an Old Immortal, and probably wants to die a little bit at this point, and he eventually does!! but for awhile he and Aang travel around together, and butt heads a bit bc Aang’s pacifist nature, and Roku thinks Aang Will Change as he gets older

aang is absolutely devastated by the Mongol invasion of Tibet in the 13th century

roku dies about a hundred years after he meets aang, and aang travels around a little aimlessly for awhile, learning all kinds of things and befriending people he’ll outlive. it dampens his spirits a bit.

eventually he meets Zuko, who’s far more jaded than Roku was, even, and wants to be friends, but respects Zuko’s decision otherwise.

Eventually, aang travels with the Norse to Canada in the 15th century, but when they leave they don’t take him with them. Instead, he ends up frozen ala steve rogers. Katara and Sokka find him a few hundred years later.

alternatively////// Aang IS the newest kid. he’s the Nile of the group. He’s still a Tibetan monk, and views this as a teaching/learning opportunity. He would also probably like everyone to stop killing each other. Sokka rolls his eyes at him constantly.

Toph

toph is a struggle bc how do you deal with an IMMORTAL BLIND GIRL

I’m gonna stick w her show backstory: rich, blind daughter of a wealthy Chinese family

Is kidnapped and her throat is slit when she’s young (maybe an older teenager) and the kidnappers panic, leaving her body. She’s found, namely unharmed, and resumes life despite the fact she knows she died.

However, being a privileged young girl, she’s kept under watch and it quickly becomes known that she’s immortal.

She’s regarded as a living deity for centuries until she meets Suki, who rescues her from the place and teaches her to fight. (she becomes a myth, later, rather than a historical fact)

alternatively//////// she could have been first generation chinese-american, and therefore the youngest

Suki

Suki was a third generation female warrior of her family who guarded the boarder during the Northern Song Dynasty (960-1127), and trained from a young age in martial arts. (insp by the story of Mu Guiying)

She’s a war orphan, and leads an army of war widows and orphan women, but meets her untimely end with some of her sisters in a reign of arrows. She’s buried by some of her sisters before she wakes up again, and has to claw her way to the surface.

Her sisters don’t know how to react to her (a lot like Nile’s soldiers) so she eventually leaves them.

After her death, she hears rumors of a living goddess (Toph) and goes to see if there really is another person like her, and finds one of the people from her dreams (Toph)

She trains Toph to fight despite her being blind, and the pair become an unusual duo for a couple hundred years.

eventually, they start dreaming about a pair of siblings in the New World (not that new!! people live there!!) and book passage there in the 1800s with the first major wave of Chinese immigration

They dream about each other. it happens a lot at first, but it tapers out over the years. it grows stronger whenever a new one (katara) is born, but Katara and Sokka have NO desire to leave their homeland to go look for these strange people until they find Aang. (what languages might they have in common? russian??? the russians came to settle alaska, I know bc my stepmom is native alaskan and russian--- the Mongols invaded TIbet and Mongolia is right next to Russia, so Aang might know it??)

When they find Aang, Suki and Toph start dreaming of them again, and so does Zuko and they all start making their way to San Francisco. The Chinese wouldn’t arrive in Canada until around the 1850s (according to google) so Sokka probably wouldn’t speak any Chinese (mandarin???? i dont know things), but Zuko might speak some English or Russian. [really just gonna be a bunch of chinese, inuit, and tibetan people speaking russian to each other, isn’t it??]

Aang greets Zuko like an old friend, and Zuko Does Not know what to do with that. he’s skirtish and shy and hasn’t really been around a lot of friendly people. Sokka does NOT trust him. At all!! (he wants Katara to stay FAR AWAY from him. stick with the harmless monk we found at the bottom of a lake, katara.)

They find Suki and Toph in a bar. Toph hustling people for money, and Suki drinking at the bar. It’s very strange to have all of them around, and it’s like, 1830. they all decide they like each other, after they get some good old fashioned stabbing in-- Katara is the only woman Sokka has been around whos like him, and she’s like his little sister, and all he wants to do is Protect Her, so he doesn’t know what to do with women who known knives. (get his ass handed to him, thats what)

I want Zuko to be a broody mess but honestly he’d probably revert back to yelling at people/things in ancient Chinese (mandarin? I’m not really sure what period he’s from exactly). He’s still got that Good streak in him, esp since he’s like, a hundred years off his adopted uncle Iroh.

and you know what? 1830 america is NOT a cool place for anyone!! least of all asian immigrants, native americans, or women of either group

So the Gaang take to helping those people out any way they can. (Aang wants Peace, but you know white people, we don’t listen). They actively get involved in the underground railroad, eventually the civil war, and also helping out native americans, as well as chinese immigrants working on the railroads.

also so sorry I know the ask was about Zukka but I had to write a million words about their backstories first

Zuko + Sokka eventually come to a truce as the only dudes in this entire group who are willing to fight. Sokka is interested in both men and women, but he’s never really shared his life with anyone, and it’s the same for Zuko. Sokka, because he was regarded as an elder with his people, and after that he could only stay a few years. He had lovers, like Yue, but they all eventually died and Sokka couldn’t do anything about it!! Zuko, because while he also had lovers, he couldn’t really bear to be around humanity for a long time after what happened to him. (he’s vehemently opposed to slavery)

I think they get together at first just kind of because there isn’t really anyone else. Suki + Toph are kinda their own thing (are they lovers? sisters in arms? who knows), Katara is like Sokka’s sister (and if Zuko touches her Sokka will end his destiny permanently), and Aang is... aang.

It’s sorta a friends-with-benefits thing, except its an immortal warrior reluctant companions-with-benefits thing because can you really call this a friendship?? (its a family, eventually). Eventually it’s just kind of always been a thing. Sokka checking Zuko first when he comes back to life, counting down the second to make sure Zuko comes back at all. Zuko tells people he’s the only one allowed to kill Sokka, because lets be honest, the first couple of months with rowdy immortals meant killing each other a lot. When Sokka is killed violently in the Civil War, he wakes up half an hour later (slow, slow), to find a field of bodies and Zuko sitting next to him with his dao blades in the dirt, waiting for him. Sokka tries to make a joke, but it just makes Zuko mad, because what if that was the last time. (sokka jokes that he’s young, yet, not like Zuko)

They don’t really talk about it, partially because they don’t live in a world where it’s acceptable. What kind of title fits when you can only use it with 5 other people? But this time, when Zuko was afraid Sokka might not wake up, thirty years after they met, after lifetimes of being alone for both of them?? Sokka has to let Zuko know he loves him. Loves him!!! He’s not just here for the meantime.

thats all I have rn bc its 9pm and I’ve been writing this for like 3 hours. again if u wanna slide into my dms or if u have a discord and wanna talk about this/other stuff hmu. so sorry this got off topic.

also, the order I had them born in is:

roku --> aang --> Zuko --> suki --> toph --> sokka --> Katara

which may or may not be accurate to my timeline lol

Sokka probably speaks all of the Inuit languages, as well as French, English, and Russian, being alive for long enough to learn it all.

Katara refuses to learn French. Hates it. Never wants to learn.

She and Sokka personally keep Inuit traditions and languages alive as elders of their community, though it’s so much harder in modern times to stay connected to their culture bc they don’t age!!

disclaimer: bc the show was written as a complete mashup of several cultures I had to like..... pick where ppl were from. I picked china for Zuko/Suki/Toph bc they have a beautiful culture and a lot of dynasties I have heard a lot about recently while half watching the history channel. I really, really don’t know a lot about non-white culture as a white american from FLORIDA (so like, literally the farthest place you can get from the Inuit people and still be on the same continent). if you know more about these cultures than I do and I said something blatantly wrong pls let me know and I will change it.

[moonlit-imagines]

Alternate Ending

Peter Parker x reader

warnings: im sad and i want you all to hurt with me

a/n: i stuck a piece of metal in my nose today 😌 AND i did thorough timeline research to make things add up bc i am so unbelievably picky about that and idk why

prompt: anonymous: “Hi! Would you mind writing an Avengers Endgame Peter Parker x female Avenger reader where Peter survived Infinity War and he and reader are sent to Vormir to retrieve the soul stone and reader is going to sacrifice herself to get it but Peter refuses and sacrifices himself instead because he loves her and doesn't want to lose her? Then she comes back with the other Avengers and breaks down after Tony asks where Peter is?”

“If we pick the right year, there are three stones in New York.” You heard Tony explain, but you were too busy focusing on Peter’s funny faces. “Hey kids, the adults are talking.” Tony snapped to get your attention.

“Mr. Stark,” Peter raised his hand, “I’m actually twenty-two. I know you know that because you came to my birthday party...”

“Just...” Tony rubbed his temples, “just be quiet, please.” He could hear the snickers from you and Peter, but carried on. “Thor knows the location of the reality stone on Asgard, and the last two are in space.” You and Peter paid close attention after that last piece of information.

“Space?!” You gasped and turned to Peter with a huge smile. “Dude...”

“Mr. Stark, please let me and y/n take one of the space missions.” Peter begged while you worked on Tony with your puppy dog eyes. Tony peered over at Rocket and all he could muster up was a shrug.

“Fine. We’ll discuss it.” Tony crossed his arms and the two of you celebrated. “If,” he interjected, “you two can shut it for the rest of this meeting.” You and Peter nodded with mouths shut tight, trying to keep a straight face.

The project took some time, but the bright minds in charge really brought everything together. Soon enough, this time travel mission was ready. You and Peter were in charge of retrieving the soul stone from Vormir.

“Ooh, sounds challenging.” You commented grabbing Peter’s hand. “Sure you can handle it, Parker?”

“Please, I was born for this job.” He joked and adjusted his suit. “Man, this suit is way too tight in certain areas.”

“Alright, everyone.” Steve quieted you all down on the platform. “Time to go.”

“See you in a minute.” Natasha commented right before you were all sent your separate ways. You were trusted with Rocket’s ship, and Nebula was able to put the coordinates in for an easy trip.

“How does it feel to be in space again, Pete?” You asked as you strapped into one of the seats.

“Sickening, but awesome.” He admitted. “You know, when me and Tony were stuck on that ship, the only thing that got me through it was the thought of you.”

“Wait, what?” You took a double-take and tilted your head at Peter.

“I couldn’t give up without seeing you one last time. You were the reason I fought to stay alive.” He reached for your hand and squeezed it tightly. “You are my greatest motivation.”

“You’re a sweetie, Parker.” You interlocked your fingers with his and watched the stars pass by through the glass of the ship. “It’s beautiful out there, huh?”

“Not as beautiful as it is in here.” Peter batted his eyes at you, sending you into a fit of laughter.

“I love you, Pete.” You sighed, keeping a smile on your face. Whenever Peter was around, your smile just stuck.

“I love you, too.” He teased you with a poke and for a while the two of you just goofed off, waiting on your destination. Space definitely fascinated you, it was something you dreamed of experiencing one day, and now look at you.

“We’re here,” Peter unbuckled and climbed out of his seat, “are you ready?” He reached his hand out for yours in an offer of support and you gladly took it. You knew he would always be there for you. He knew that deep down, you were petrified at what you may find ahead. Who knows what challenges lie ahead. It’s an Infinity Stone, for God’s sake.

“Y/N, child of y/p/n,” the guardian appeared, “Peter, son of Richard.” He definitely caught you off guard, it was puzzling that he had known your names. “What you seek lies ahead, but a price must be paid.”

“And that is?” You asked while crossing your arms.

“A soul for a soul, you must sacrifice the one you love most.” He told you. “Only then will you get what you came for.” You turned to Peter, who was lost in thought, piecing parts of the puzzle together, then he pulled you aside.

“It all makes sense now,” Peter told you, “Star-Lord was freaking out when his girlfriend died because she was Thanos’s daughter, the only thing he could ever love. He sacrificed her for the stone!” He explained to you, which made your heart drop.

“Then that means...he’s telling the truth.” Your mind wandered off to play out a few scenarios.

“We have to get that stone, y/n.” Peter looked you in the eyes, you had already begun to tear up.

“There won’t be a ‘we’ if one of us does get it.” You watched Peter’s hand wipe a tear from your cheek. “We have to get it, though. Or else this whole mission was for nothing.”

“Y/N, I know what you’re thinking,” He grasped onto your shoulders and shook them, “don’t! I need to do this. I have to bring my friends and family back.”

“Peter, you should get to see them again. I don’t have any of that, but you still have a chance to see your loved ones.” You removed his hands from their previous position and interlocked your fingers with his for the last time.

“I love you so much, y/n.” He placed his forehead against yours, tears trailing down his face, and now yours, too.

“I love you more, Pete.” You tried to laugh through your tears. “Please don’t forget about me...and tell the team that I love them, too.” He kissed your forehead ever-so-gently.

“Tell them yourself.” Peter quickly webbed up your hands and stuck you to a nearby rock.

“Peter! Peter, don’t you dare! No! NO!” You pleaded with him as he neared the edge of the cliff. You used your powers to burn the webs off and charge after him, but he was already too far away. He took one last look at you before dropping, you fell to the cold ground screaming your heart out until you woke up with the stone.

You made your trip back to 2023 and appeared alongside your fellow Avengers.

“We’re missing someone. The kid?” Tony glanced over at you as you fell to the floor in a sob. That’s when they realized what happened.

“I got what we came for.” You held up the orange gem. “It came at a price. ‘A soul for a soul.’” The other Avengers took a moment to process that before beginning to mourn.

“He...” Steve didn’t want to say it.

“He sacrificed himself. He saw what he had to do and he did it. He even webbed me to the rocks to make sure I wouldn’t stop him. It should have been me!” You cried out, Rocket came to your side and placed his paw on your shoulder.

“Peter made his choice, y/n.” He softly comforted. “After we save the world or whatever...I promise that we’ll do something special for him, okay?”

“I have no idea what I’m gonna tell May when she comes back.” Your mind started flooding with different ideas.

“Don’t think about that right now,” Tony sniffled, “just...just think about the lives we’ll be saving today.”

[dickytwister]

HEY do you maybe have like an oc page or could you tell me something about all your ocs because i'm Interested and you have my full attention :eyes:

AHSJDKGLHL that's so sweet i'm nfjghl???? i don't have an oc page bc i'm the embodiment of an old man being given an iphone after 50 years of using a rotary phone but !!! i can yell abt them a bit aaa thank you for asking abt them 🥺🥺💚

i put everything under the cut bc dear god i have a lot to say abt my kids and i'm not gonna make everyone scroll through that HHHHHH haw 🤠🤠

elliot fletcher

- he's my deputy in fc5!! he's from waverly in iowa and he's just...very tired nfjfkhl give my poor man a break

- everytime his radio crackles he ages 10 years and if it's john talking add another 10 years

- he keeps the three heralds alive but he doesn't care abt joseph <3

- gets in trouble bc he's impulsive af nfjghl when jacob is close to the cage?? ram his face in the bars. when john leans like rlly close in the confession scene?? headbutt 😌🙏🏼

- the only people who know abt his past are earl, grace, faith and john, the rest just kinda speculate and elliot lets them believe what they want bc not only does he rlly not want ppl to know the actual truth, it's also very funny to listen to the stuff they can come up with

- speaking of faith he often seeks her for advice and sometimes they get high together and he gets teary eyed bc she's just... very nice to him and when all you see everyday is violence it's overwhelming to be shown a little bit of kindness 🥲🙏🏼

- he's in love with john but also he'd kick him across the county if he could but also he'd give his life for him

- after the bombs and all he unlocks his final form and becomes A Husband™, complete with a beard, a scarf and bad jokes that make john want to officially marry him so he can divorce his ass

- fun fact i came up with the name elliot fletcher bc i thought it sounded neat but recently i found out there's a trans actor called elliot fletcher too??? like what were the odds ngl that's so cool

carter quill

- this is my character in the marvel dnd game my brother is dming!!

- his parents are peter quill and kitty pryde and he inherited his mom's powers (so he can become immaterial and stuff uwu) and his dad's tiny pebble brain~

- he grew up on a ship with the guardians so his family is just... a bunch of uncles, one of which is a tree

- he's part of an initiative called the peacekeepers with isaaq cage (luke cage's and jessica jones' son), finneas "zorn" reeves (brock rumlow's and sinthea shmidt's son), lu "highway star" khan (the mandarin's son), alexis "hex" pythagoras (doctor strange's protégé) and ev-lin (ronan the destroyer's daughter who also happens to be carter's bully when they were 11 HHHHHH)

- everyone agrees that carter is just... a puppy. a little labrador. so overexcited. head empty. he doesn't know what's going on but he's having fun with his friends and that's what matters <3

- he died once and went to hell for like 66 years bc he held a bomb while it was exploding but he got better and he doesn't remember most of his time in hell but also he's a lil traumatised

- he wears cute skirts sometimes and also froggie themed clothes 🥰🥰 he's terrible at applying nail polish and it ends up smudged most of the time bc he can't sit still for more than two minutes without going insane but he still likes it

- he has a pet bird called ink!! he thought it was a nice name bc his last name is quill so u know,,, ink,,, quill,,,, he inherited his dad's terrible humor also

- he's fruity and has a big fat crush on one of his teammates 😳😳👉🏼👈🏼

- he strictly refuses to kill, so he uses stunt energy guns and a three section staff to fight!! he accidentally killed someone once and threw up

- he knows asl and is fluent in it!! he's also very bad at reading measurements when cooking (and reading in general) so he relies on their proto-ai, dadji, to help him cook and he listens to audiobooks a lot!!

- idk what else to say abt him except like two games ago he was in the hospital bc lu got hurt and he wanted to get him muffins from a coffee shop across the streets but he panicked when faced with the selection so he bought one of each and came back to the hospital room with like,,,, twenty muffins

- i found this pic of his face claim and it honestly just radiates his vibe so here have it

thorgran galvish

- he's my dwarf enchanter from another homebrew dnd game!! in this universe (and maybe others idk shit abt actual dnd HHHH forgive me) enchanter dwarves are lowkey enslaved bc of their rare link with magic

- thorgran blew up a wall and ran away to the surface so now he's a fugitive and he's constantly on the run uwu trust issues ensue

- he loves the sky so much?? especially at night?? he knows abt constellations, but he thinks they're just whatever you see in the stars and doesn't know there are like,,, actual constellations so he sits on the roof of a tall building sometimes and finds his own constellations

- he also tries to draw them but he rlly sucks at it aslkdsgl that doesn't stop him from filling his journal with little stars and drawings!!

- during my very first game with him he found his rival, who turned out to be a 16 years old teenager?? millennial/gen z rivalry

- agh i don't have much abt him yet bc i've only just started to play him but he's my beefiest boy and also a dilf 🥰🥰

theadric "elder" montajay

- yet another character from the same universe as thorgran, but this time it's a funky little halfling bard

- his instrument is the violin!! he tried every other instrument and his mom was very supportive despite how bad he was at all of them. his community was raided and his father died, so he inherited his violin and that turned out to be the only instrument he could play

- took his love of the economy to the next level when he decided to fuck every gang leader he could find to control their operations and ruin their organizations so the money they hoarded could be put back in circulation

- accidentally fell in love with a half-orc gang leader and was abt to tell him the truth abt what he was doing but was exposed by the first person he'd cheated so he had to run without explaining himself to his lover smh ://

- "i don't wanna fall in the slutty bard cliché," i say before immediately giving elder the tightest leather pants and opening his shirt to show his majestic chest hair.

- surprisingly good with kids?? anyone younger than him who looks sad becomes His Child and he turns into a lil mama, tasting the food of an inn first to assure it's not poisoned, giving hugs, soft shit like that ngl he's just a mom 😔😔

- we abandoned the game he was in but we left off when he'd just escaped a dwarven prison with his new child and others owo anyway slutty bard with chest hair?? that's just the witcher's jaskier

scylla

- my gay pirate lady!! i don't have much abt her either bc AAA BRAINROT but !!! i still love her very much

- she's a hybrid between a human and a psaarinch (fish folks in our homebrew universe uwu) and she looks very human except she has like shark abilities?? she can smell blood, taste with her skin, breathe underwater for like two hours or smth, sharper teeth,,

- she started off as a privateer but like what was the kingdom gonna do?? track her down to make sure everything she did was legal?? nah man she got that sweet fleet and became a pirate

- she beats men up in inns and gives their wives a good time <3

- she's very close to her crew and they're kinda just a big family

- she fights with those s-shaped staffs?? but they're actually blades ngfhl she's very agile and looks like she's dancing when she's actually fighting

- fun fact she's my second shark oc the first one was called maito and she was a yellow lantern in a dc game we did (the main difference between them is that maito loved men while scylla is very much a lesbian 😌🙏🏼)

i have like so many more of them but that's already such a long post and i don't wanna do too much NGL if u wanna know more hmu i'll yell some more 😎😎🙏🏼🙏🏼

[moonlightjeno]

swashbuckle and islands

a/n : this boy will be the death of me i love him so much. excuse my horrible grammar. my fav gif, and has nothing to do with the story lol but enjoyyy

genre : angst + fluff

pairing : readerxjeno & readerxmark

word count : 2.6k

okay,

okie, be ready for this mess

and excuse any non spaced words my space bar isn’t working properly

cool so your from an island

which imma call Skye bc i can

now your mum is originally from Skye, and had like second cousins of a cousin or whatever to throne but she married you father who was from the mainland 

which is a big no no but at the time she didn’t care bc she was so in love

skip forward a couple of years and the father is a complete ass

doesn’t work or really do much except order your mum around

anyone who has a wonderful father or really good parents im sorry don’t attack me this is for the story

:)

so, mum has had you and your older brother, whom your brother continues to admire your father bc he really just wants love and is hella lost in this mess of a world

Moving on

you used to have a really good relationship with your father until he changed.

cheated on your mother, and would blame it on you mum

in response you really just tried to help you mum get through this mess

big big mess

your brother, at the beginning helped and tried to calm your father  

boy kinda gave up, hela understandable

and left to the mainland to study medicine

wooot go him

but you were devastated because you were now alone 

now bc your brother has left your father has really worsened and blocks your freedom more and more

The point where you were literally only allowed to like go to school, work in the fields and be a servant

sksksk 

now remember how your mum was like the second cousin or smth to the royal crown?

Twas was importanttt

that managed to get you a study abroad year in london, 

queue your best friend mark entering

this boy showed you what freedom was and felt like for the first time since your father went off rails

iss been like a good 13 years and you're like 16 ??

I digress

mark literally made you feel more yourself because of his natural outgoing and easy behavior

It really was pretty amazing

And then the hiding and going out late at night was over

It was back to no friends, working at the field

sad life tbh

I must note, that because mark lived in canada bc why tf not 

y’all couldn’t really communicate

this is set when pirates where a thing, think of pirates of the caribbean 

I love those movies 

okie, progress two years 

of you thanks to you mum’s second cousin related human lol

you became friends with the cousins friends daughter 

y’all really had known each other since they were smol 

but hadn’t really been friends, bc the girl was pretty quite and a beaut

even her own father treated her better than she treated her own daughter

smh, ik this is a cliche live with it

but overall she was a really good person and kinda managed to sneak you around the island when you weren't on “duty” for your father

though its not that you didn’t like working in the fields bc you loved helping out with the animals and occasionally give food to those who were less fortunate than you and really couldn’t afford it

being a trooper, that you are you often told your friend idk wanna give her a name so y’all could come up with one if it were up to me it would be lilith about what you would see around the island and how the country was pretty not doing a okay

she would listen and talk about her own problems and how she wished she could travel and paint everything 

Bonding over traveling yep yeo

one day, you were supposed to work in the fields as you tend to have to do to the cows, and sheep and horses, while picking up the apples? from the trees ??

Idk i don’t farm

either wayyyy

you had finished your tasks early, and had struggled, and i mean stRuGgLed to get away from your father

he was in one of his moods today, shouting at everyone and refusing to admit he needed help

it was a constant reminder of every bad thing every failure that could happen in your life every thing you didn’t want for yourself or your mum who had slowly been getting sick and y’all had some money that could have helped her but your father thought that she deserved the illness

and i quote he said “everything happens for a reason child, if your mother had treated me and had been a good person this wouldn’t have happened to her, but alas some people deserve what they get”

skskskks 

he continued to say how “i on the other hand, have been a good man all my life, have always helped others so i don’t get sick”

this man i swear to god this has actually happened help

being very much done with your father who you really wished would just disappear and leave you and your mom who no longer lived with you but now lived with lilith to be

you had thought of running away for a very long time, though never knew how to get off the island it seemed impossible

sure you knew how to fight, somewhat by watching the guards and the little training mark you had taught your two years ago. 

missing mark hours but it wouldn’t compare to the guards of the royals who would never aid you

and even if they had, you had never learned how to sail which was ironic as the island you lived in wasn’t very large. Your only method of transportation has been your legs and your families faithful horse lethian ?? who really was your favorite out of all the animals 

running away from the trapped life had always felt like a dream, one that you had lived for for the small year in london with mark

you thought about running away again, the idea of sneaking into a trading boat slowly forming in your mind

you could take her your mum and lilith and travel the world go to london again and paris and canada and re-unite with the friend you missed the most

a smile had formed on your previous grim face, the dream something you held onto until your eyes opened and smoke covered the sky

a ringing began in your ears and you tried to stop it, your hands covering your ears in an attempt to stop the noise but the ringing only got stronger

the sky was black, shots were heard were the village people yelled in panic

you looked out towards the sea and could see the outline of a ship

a very large ship

oh shit 

a pirate ship

the flag blew proudly in the boat and from where you stood the bone white skull that contrasted against the black around it was made visible everytime the wind blew 

you gasped, everything anyone had told you about pirates were that they weren’t to be trusted

they were ruthless and would do nothing to stop from getting what they wanted

the stories you'd heard all came to the same conclusion you see the flag you run in the other direction

you pace quickened and in small time you were running towards the blazing village now up in smokes fire and fog covering the bakery, and fields

the school that had taught you the basics of reading and writing until girls weren’t allowed to attend was a blaze royal guards their black and purple uniforms waved their hands around and pointed their too heavy too unbalanced swords not being of much use

mom 

she should be safe

safe with lilith you thought, looking back towards were the small castle stood its bold flag still flying proudly in the grey and black sky

safe , shes safe you keep telling yourself a constant buzz that you repeated over and over to yourself in order to continue moving towards the castle walls

you only lasted a solid five minutes before the guards were holding the civilians back

you sighed angry these idiots being more preoccupied with holding back the citizens who were trying to get to safety behind the castle walls than actually dealing with the threat at hand

who hired them really??

being the stubborn human you are you decided to head towards the back entrance as yuo saw a flash of blonde hair headin towards the back gate of the castle 

oh no was your immediate thought their gonna get to lilith and mum

all the guards had been directed out of castle except a few that had stayed inside to keep the royal fam safe the infirmary had been left unguarded

you looked around trying to look for a familiar face, a familiar guard who youd seen at a practice lilith had dragged you too she had said it was too “admire suitors” you had shaken your head and laughed 

you had no interest in tying yourself to a man that would treat you like something to throw around but you let her revel in her fantasies 

no familiar face was found so you turned and ran towards the blonde head you had seen walk towards the back entrance grabbing a sword from one of the dead guards 

your cursed the clothes women were given making it impossible to run in impossible to fight in 

the blonde boy turned around at your approach, he was young you noticed

probably your age, his grin was deviant and his eyes were mocking as she approached 

“please” you tried “don’t hurt hurt anyone else” 

the boy looked at you with a puzzled look at laughed, slashing away at the thorns and vines that encircled the back door to the castle as he found the lock and tried to break it open

you got closer, looking at the broken glass bottles that littered the floor and torches that lit up the fogged street 

the boy was too busy with the look to realize the girl that had come behind him and hit him in the back of the head with the swords dull pommel the boy let put a yelp before collapsing at your feet

your small victory lasted a small time and before you noticed the boy you had tied with the thorns and vines from the door, which continued to be locked 

your mum and lilith as far as you knew safe

began to stir and as his eyes opened another boy appeared at the end of the alley

his hair seemed to be part of the night sky, falling over his dark eyes. 

“mark!” the black haired boy cried, his hand at his scimitar pointed directed towards you his other hand had managed to slip a dagger out of god knows where and sliced mark’s binds

mark the name sent a shock through you and you took a closer look at the young boy whose eyes were now wide open no anger shown

 but instead amusement and the joyous spark you had once known

he looked so different 

the black haired boy still had a sword at your throat and you swallowed briefly 

“mark?” you gasped feeling the tip of the sword against your neck a small movement and it would nick your skin, blood would swell

‘Mark’ looked at you again and laughed, 

the black haired boy looked confused “let her go jeno” 

jeno was like ‘excuse me ? she knocked you unconscious no i'm not doing that’ he didn't say it but mark understood and laughed again this time it was more mischievous a feral grin adorned his features

“let her go, she’s coming with us” jeno and you were both like huh? has this boy gone mad?

probably letss be realll

“umm no im not” you snapped at the boy you once knew, you glared at jeno who had regrettably removed his sword away from your neck but had placed the dagger threateningly close to your back ashe forced you to move along

you didn’t get an answer from mark who still seemed very entertained by the whole situation

he had changed so much since you’d last seen him *sigh*

you three walked back towards the village and you hadn’t realized how the screams of pain and fear were no longer heard

more than a few guards littered the floors and you tried not to gasp as jeno forcefully continued to move you towards the sea its waters black 

the walk to the pirate boat seemed to last ages, the sun had begun to set in the sky casting dark purple and red shadows above the black water that didn’t reflect any light. It broke your heart to see the usually clear water be black, the animals that lived in the waters probably struggling to survive.

when you finally arrived, the panic began to settle in again. you didn’t know if your mum and lilith were safe, you didn’t know what would happen and the boy you knew two years ago had changed so much that you could no longer read what he was thinking 

the ship loomed in front of you, you hear the small buzz of chatter from the ship and laughter

why was there laughter in such a horrible place ??

“Come on” mark said, already walking getting onto the ship, not looking back at the mess they had left behind

You no longer felt the sharp prick of a dagger or sword at your back, but instead it had been replaced by a strong hand guiding you towards the ship

the contact startled you, and you straightened and continued to walk forward the ship only a few feet away, you still held onto the rock that you had hit mark with, your sword taken away by jeno

you forced your feet to stop moving, because one more step and you’d be on the pirate’s boat, and ducked, and made a weak attempt at attacking the black haired boy behind you hitting him with the small rock you had on the leg

you begin to move away from the boat. The victory lasted a solid second before jeno had his arms around you, pinning your hands behind your back. No longer smiling, or understanding in his dark eyes. you glared at him and then at mark who had finally turned around, a sort of sadness passed over his features before he spoke

“you can’t run away y/n” he said calmly. “remember in london? when you dream about running away, leaving this island and  exploring the world? away from your father?”

his words shocked you, but you didn’t want to leave your mum she had no one else 

“i can’t just leave mark !! my mum, she’s still there and i can’t just leave her with father” a look of recognition and understanding flitted through jeno’s face and reflected in mark

“i know, i know but if you stay here and go back” the boy shook his head, the dark of the night making his blonde hair a dull light in the fog, 

you knew, that in many ways he was right. if you did go back the villagers had seen you with the pirates, being taken by them as the village had burned down and you weren't scared. the worst scenario would be that if you did go back they would imprison you, ask you for information 

hurt mum, hurt lilith even is she was part of the royals

you felt the tears well up in your eyes, and refused to let them fall

“we aren’t all that bad” peeped jeno’s voice who had softened again, until you looked at him and his gaze hardened

you forced yourself a small smile, and placed your foot on the board of the boat 

“Let’s go swashbucklers” you said, 

after all, the stories you’d heard had come from your father, and all his stories were a lie.

a/n : i hope y’all enjoyed that. ik there wasn't much jeno lol but i’m planning on king this a series if you want? send me an ask, if you do! either way, 

peace out luvs,

stay safe