#it's almost 4am but my duty is done.

[fl00mie]

yeaaaa i just checked every single #inkechos post.. good night

[moodymisty]

Good night! I hope you are well 💖 how are you? I am a little nervous when making a request, English is not my native language and I use Google Translate to write this, sorry for any errors this message may have.

I love your writing, I love them! I always check to see if you uploaded something new, I'm very happy to be able to make a request on this occasion. If it's not too much to ask, please I would like some Sanguinius. Maybe finding out that his wife is pregnant during the turbulent times of the heresy? Or something related to him being able to feel that his partner is ovulating as mentioned in a previous post?

Thank you very much for your attention! May you have sweet dreams 🌙

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author's note: As much as I like the idea of hawkboy and his pregnant beloved, the ladder interested me and I need to put more primarch fucking into the world, so here. Enjoy, I wrote this at like 4am so sorry if it's a bit incoherent.

Relationships: Sanguinius/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Breeding kink, Ovulating, Creampie, Size difference, Just porn without a plot

"My love,"

Sanguinius had said once his men begun to return to their duties, leaving you both alone in the room. You looked up at him confused as to why he sounded so, exasperated. The glow of the holotable illuminated your skin and his armor, the primary source of light in the room.

"What?" You looked up at him almost worried; Had you done something?

He looked down at you, his wings tucked close to his body. His armor bulks up his silhouette considerably; He seemed so massive as you looked up at him. Sometimes it is easy for you to forget how truly overwhelming he really was.

"I beg of you to think of something else, until we have a bit more time to ourselves."

Your lips parted slightly as your brow furrowed, trying to pick apart what he'd said. "Think of something else?" You mimicked, trying to think his sentence through. Sanguinius sighed and looked away for a moment.

"My love, I can smell how wet you are."

Your face changed suddenly as he spoke to you quietly but firmly.

You hadn't realized he would be able to tell, it never entered your mind. You'd been aroused and barely able to keep track of your own thoughts all day, but you had thought it just something to keep secret to yourself until it blew over.

You looked away and pursed your lips, but any attempt to press your thighs together only seemed to worsen the throbbing between your legs. Sanguinius looked down at you with an unreadable expression, before he cleared his throat.

"Go back to our quarters. I will meet you there once I can get free of this debacle." Sanguinius' fleet had run into a myriad of issues that had taken up a good portion of his time, and it seemed to be wearing on his nerves; Especially when he realized that his beloved was wanting for him.

You nodded and scurried off; To wait for your angel to come to you once he was free.

Once Sanguinius had returned to his private quarters and thus to you, the clothes you had been wearing hadn't survived the minutes after. They were nothing more than ribbons and chunks of fabric strewn about, after his strength had torn them off of you like little more than parchment to be thrown away.

But while he has to be gentle to keep your body from falling apart beneath him, this time he was far less soft than he usually was; Throwing you onto his massive bed with little fanfare and then tearing your clothes apart. You hadn't minded, if anything gasping in the shock of cool air hitting your skin before suddenly his hot skin pressed against your own, pulling you underneath him.

You heard the way he hummed approvingly as you presented yourself to him, silently begging him to get on with it. You wanted him, more than anything, and after so long of waiting you were begging like he held your life in his hands.

Face down ass up, your beloved angel ruts into you like an animal, as you hear air whistling through his feathers each time his wings shift behind him. His head lays close to your own, as close as it can given the sizable difference in height. His breath is hot against your skin as he whispers.

"My little one, you just want it all, don't you? You can't give me a moment of peace."

You can't control your own body completely, it was that time and your mind was clouded, no matter how much you tried to keep yourself on task. You just wanted him, all the time, anytime you've seem him these past few days you were silently begging he just throw you over something and fuck you with no care about the consequences.

"Do you want me to give you a child, my love?"

He hears the way you mewl and cry underneath him, nails scratching the skin on his arms to hold yourself close to him. His cock fills you to the brim, like you're always teetering on the edge of too much.

But while you were the one who spurred this one, who was desperate, Sanguinius also seems to be effected as he breathlessly mutters; His hips hitting against your ass with an audible slap every time.

"I'll fuck you every day and every night until it finally takes."

He can see on your shoulders and neck the little scars of bite marks, where you'd given yourself to him, or where he'd taken it in the fit of pleasure. He has never asked for your blood, but you always offer it to him. He has nigh untenable strength when it comes to the Red Thirst, but while he doesn't need your blood, he won't deny the satisfaction it brings him to taste you.

You writhe and mewl underneath him, whispering his name over and over again. His cock brushes against the deeps parts inside of you, stretching you in the way only he can as you beg for more more more.

"Sanguinius, please,"

He feels you tighten around him, body so hot and wound that it doesn't take long to push you over the edge. You hear his deep breaths in your ear, feel his hair against your skin as he covers you. Your whole world is almost entirely in his shadow, from both his body and his wings.

"You will be the perfect mother," He utters through his groan, feeling himself teetering just on the verge. You hear him hiss through his teeth as he finally finishes inside of you, his hot skin pressing against your own. One of his hands grips your hip tight and keeps you close to him, until he finally stops throbbing inside of you.

When he slowly pulls out, it's hard not to whine from the empty feeling, as well as the distinct feeling of his own cum slipping down your already slick thighs.

Now able to reach your face without such an awkward angle Sanguinius leans down to kiss your neck just below your ear, feeling the soft skin and your blood pulsing just underneath.

"I need to be back to my sons, they will surely be wondering where I am already."

He laments leaving you like this, tired and well fucked, but he already took more time to himself that he was allowed in this busy time. His legion had been coming across issue after issue that required his attention, and while he takes solace in the moment he just stole with you, he needs to return to his legion.

"I'll see you again once I'm cleaned up," You say, looking up at him with soft eyes and flushed skin. Sanguinius laughs.

"I'm almost tempted to say no; The last time you came to see me, we ended up here." You smile at him and laugh, having turned over onto your back underneath him.

Sanguinius leans down and presses his lips against the soft skin beneath your ear again, gently sucking and kissing before scraping his teeth against it. You mewl, hands wrapping in his hair as your thighs unconsciously part for him. You want more, he's already made your body start to yearn for him all over again with just a simple touch.

"I'll be finished with this all soon, and then I promise you my full attention, my love. I will make true on my earlier words."

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Hi you wanted questions about your blorbos and I know he isn't an oc of yours so idk if it counts but do you have any LU Sky headcanons?

Hmmm, wait, I have a post for this somewhere but I can't find it boo

I'll just list a few off the top of my head :)

Sky copes with stress by compartmentalizing it so well that he doesn't even know it exists. This leaves him unaffected by a lot of things, happily vibing and kind of foggy headed. It also means it can come back to bite him and he'll snap when it does.

Sky's a bit of an insomnia, despite all the joking about sleep. He's always sleepy because he doesn't sleep well. He'd spend many a night in the academy procrastinating an assignment until 4am and then hastily get it done and then it was almost 7am so he'd power nap and then Zelda would have to wake him up for class.

Sky's parents died when he was little - his mother died in childbirth, his father died in the line of duty. He was collectively raised by Skyloft, so he feels welcome everywhere but not particularly attached to anyone (except Zelda).

Knight Commander Eagus is a Dad Figure. He seems very dad shaped, so I'm going with it lol

Sky's got that "gifted kid" kind of smarts, like he can get stuff done at the last second and still pass and be ok, but none of it sticks because he just doesn't care about the subject material. Except for fighting and flying, because he loves those subjects.

He shows affection physically and by making gifts for others. Sky loves hugs

He's the mediator of the group. He's quiet and in the background and pipes up only when needed, and he's fine with that 90% of the time

He's one of the quieter Links in the group

[iwaoixreaderangst]

Chapter two - SHE'S A PRINCESS!?!??!

It's been a long day for you with being a Hashira and a Latino princess it's a lot of work that has to be done but your dealing with it all though it's all worth it you know it for sure even if you barely get time with your friends and family.

Though it's kind of normal for you to finish all your duties/missions before having your friends over and to spend time with your family all you had to do was keep you being a Latino princess a HUGE secret... until it was revealed by Douma upper moon 2.

You didn't want this to happen or anything related to a similar situation that did happen to return itself again or things might get worse, than it did 'last time' it went over the wall and your parents saw how you fell in-love with him that winter morning which your mother knows.

Everyone that knows you can tell how in-love you truly are with him and how you want to spend your life with him and have a beautiful wedding, that will never happen in your life or it might still happen quite soon to you.

Even if it means that he has to divorce his wife and let Mayumi stay with him but everyone knows that there will be a divorce soon, between Muzan and his nine month pregnant wife who's soon having their baby boy and will welcome him with open arms to say hi/goodbye before the divorce.

However that will happen in a few years from now of Muzan being divorced will be soon when the kids are teenagers most likely.

"miko... iko... EMIKO!!!!?"

Your best friend yelled your name out for you to hear her clearly you were zoning in and out and couldn't hear her at all.

When you blinked twice and almost for the third time then you turned your head towards to Daki who was looking like she was about to grumble like usual that she does.

"Yeah? Sorry it's just something's have been on my mind."

That was something she wasn't really expecting since you both are talking about how would Muzan take this whole thing of you being a Latino princess.

Now you both were talking about it at 4am it's very dark outside the palace and everyone else is fast asleep while Muzan is standing right behind the two of you.

Wait a minute... MUZAN'S STANDING RIGHT BEHIND YOU AND DAKI RIGHT NOW!?!? As you both freak out you sat there laughing which there was almost a smile appearing on his lips.

"What are you doing here? I told you that I'll meet you later. But if you want to talk now, we might as well get this over with."

"What are you hiding from me Emiko? What else is there that I'm not aware of now.."

"Ugh this is so stupid.. fine I'll tell you in my language. But listen carefully. Im mirum a Latino reginae."

You said to Muzan while Daki was still there he looked at you in shock after you said those words to him, you knew what reaction you would get from him as you looked again in his eyes to see that reaction.

The disappointing one you didn't need that look or to see that look on his face you really didn't want that disappointing look on his face to be shown, though you then saw how he got up and left your room and returned to the Infinity Castle.

You just had a feeling that Muzan might not divorce his wife but let his anger out on her.

You just had and still have a VERY bad feeling about all of this and you think it might ruin some of the things that you spent with Muzan as kids, you love him and will continue to love him even if it means that you have to see him love another woman that he married through love and lust.

You can't bare to see that happen of where he will and still would let all of his anger out on his pregnant wife before their baby boy is even born.

All what you wanted to see and happen is where you kiss Muzan on his lips well nevermind all of that happening to you.

You know very well that would and will never ever happen to you in the beginning at all but you have a weird feeling he might come back to you.

Though it's been twenty-one weeks ever since that talk you had with him he hasn't come back to you even if it meant that he kept on sending one of the others to tell you what's happening there.

Until one day that Kokushibo comes with Mayumi on your balcony while both doors were still open and you were taking a nap on your bed, you didn't hear them until you heard Mayumi's little giggles that woke you up suddenly.

Which Kokushibo tried to shush Mayumi so she would do it in a whisper but her giggles was a bit too loud for you but you smiled seeing them, as you told them to come inside properly then they both sat on your bed as you closed both balcony doors and put the lock back on.

Kokushibo knew how upset you were after you told Muzan that your a princess in Latin he was pissed and was still fuming with anger at the Infinity Castle, but he knew that you still kept on blaming yourself for revealing your deep secret to your crush and want to be his lover that might not happen anytime soon.

"Emiko? Are you sure your okay? Muzan sent us to check up on you. He hasn't heard anything from you ever since the last conversation between the two of you. You're still blaming yourself, right?"

Kokushibo asked you with slight concern and worry in his voice as he asked you that question.

While you looked at Mayumi who's already ten years old she's already growing quite quickly and soon you'll see her as a teenager.

"Non sane, nihil mihi dixit unquam ab ultimo colloquio quod habuimus. Puto me primum divortium habere. Douma dico mihi narravit illum repudiaturum cum haedi eleifend sunt."

You said to Kokushibo in your language which he nodded in agreement as you said your say to him while Mayumi was looking around in your room.

You know it will be sad to see Muzan divorce his wife but she won't take Mayumi with her son Tachi she'll take Tachi with her and leave.

"It's just us Emi. Relax."

"Fine Kokushibo. He's not getting my letters at all and it's nerve wrecking for me. I'm getting nervous to even speak to him."

"Hmm I see, I'll come back to you when he does decide to read them all from you."

Kokushibo told you with a smile as you were now calm and Mayumi decided to go to you and look at your face and all your features, Mayumi thought of everyone as beautiful and gorgeous she hasn't thought of any woman as ugly or any sort of negative thoughts or anything as such.

Mayumi Kibutsuji is a one of a kind demon daughter of Muzan Kibutsuji she knows what she hears and sees of others, but she can immediately tell if your a Latino princess or if your a Hashira or an upper or lower moon demon by just seeibg your poisitive and negative emotions going through you.

She's the type of girl anyone would want to be around which is why Akaza took this chance to protect her at any cost and might ask her to be his wife someday.

That's why for now Kokushibo and the other demons are keeping an eye on Mayumi Kibutsuji to make sure she's not to wonder off somewhere without her father knowing, though there was a time where she wondered off to come see you again after a year and she came to see you in the forest which Muzan was worried that he can't find his own daughter until you came out of the forest with her holding your hand.

That was one of the most precious moments you could remember to see his smile and him crying just of the thought that he could've lost his daughter Mayumi.

The real reason why she ran away was her mother almost hit her in the face just cause she wanted some mother daughter time and she didn't get it and was in tears when she was in her father's arms.

"Mayumi you feeling okay? Is she still hitting you? You can tell me anything sweetie. I'm always listening."

You said to her in English and Japanese as she looked at you with a slight shocked frown on her face.

Oh something did happen again at the Infinity Castle that you aren't aware of as she pushed her sleeves up to reveal her scars, then she moved her fringe away and revealed some more seems like her mother has been hitting her for way too long he *NEEDS* to divorce her.

"Mama is always hitting me that it scars and almost bleeds immediately."

"Does your father know about this Mayumi? Please tell me."

You asked her with a pleading tone after the question you asked her in a honest way.

She looked at you and as you didn't get an answer from her then you told Kokushibo to fetch Akaza and Nakime, when he left and went to get them then they both arrived inaide your room to sit with you on your bed as you had Mayumi on your lap.

"Emiko? You called for us both, right?"

Akaza asked you in a question he wasn't sure why you called for him and Nakime but it seemed important.

"Has Mayumi's mother been hitting her that it made scars like this? Did she? And does Muzan know about this?"

"Emi I have the answers to all of those questions. Yes her mother has been hitting her that it scars and it sometimes gets worse that she starts crying in pain. Yes she did Emi. Sadly he doesn't know about this happening I wish we could tell him but she threatens us on telling him that we have been hurting her in bad ways."

Nakime explained to you as you sat there in shock and shaking in rage they knew that no mother is supposed to abuse their child like this.

"Hmm okay thank you Naki. I have a plan don't tell Muzan this but I'll keep Mayumi here until she's a teenager. She already sees me as her mother so it's fine."

You told them which they both gave you a caring smile then Nakime got up ready to leave as they both hugged Mayumi and you though Akaza gave her a sweet kiss on her cheek.

"Alright we'll see you guys in some few years."

Nakime said to you both as she and Akaza left to return back to the Infinity Castle.

You know that Muzan will ask the two of them where Mayumi his daughter is but you told them to LIE to him tell him not the truth but tell him lies the most ugly and dirtiest lies they have ever did.

Which is why they are doing it now the two of them are lying in his face left right and in the center you just have a feeling that when she becomes a teenager she'll start looking for her father.

"Mayumi sweetie, you'll be staying with me until you are a teenager then I'll take you back to your father, is that okay with you?"

"Yeah that is okay with me!!!!"

"Alright alright, right now we're going to bed."

"Yay!!!"

"Okay then."

Before you could close your balcony doors you then heard Mayumi say 'dada!' Muzan wasn't supposed to come searching for her yet, now you have to explain to him in your underwear half naked of why she's here in your room great he just had to come at a bad timing for you to explain.

When you put your robe on not even close to tying it up closed for no one to see your half naked body which you are only in your underwear going to talk with Muzan about this, as you went back to your bedroom out of your connected bathroom that you got your robe out just to put that over your body to cover your half naked self with.

You saw how upset he was and you could tell he wanted to yell at you for all this trouble he wanted to but he couldn't.

He still wants to yell at you for keeping this whole thing of you being a princess a HUGE secret but he kept his anger in as he sat on your bed calmly with his ten year old daughter on his lap.

You know and have a feeling of what he might say to you but you just admired this cute scene of Mayumi and her father, you want to be part of their little family but since he doesn't know about how abuisve his wife is towards Mayumi you had to tell him.

You just had to until you saw Mayumi saying 'owwie dada' that caught his attention and he asked what's wrong then she was in tears.

As you quickly went to her and sat on your bedroom carpetted floor to calm her down and sang a lullaby your mother sang to you when you were a little girl.

That calmed Mayumi instantly as you explained to Muzan how she got those scars and it's all because of his wife scaring their own daughter, he couldn't believe it at first until Mayumi showed her father the scars and he immediately went closer to his daughter to give her a hug and she was calm in both her father's embrace and in yours.

Timeskip to Mayumi fast asleep!!!!!???

When Mayumi fell asleep Muzan just knew he would have a talk with his wife as she gave birth to their son three weeks ago.

Warning!!!⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️ !!!! ⚠️⚠️⚠️ !!?!!!!?⚠️⚠️

Muzan has a feeling that she's most likely cheating on him before he left with his sleeping daughter in his arms he gave you a kiss and went back to the Infinity Castle to see his wife in Kokushibo's room.

Timeskip to seeing her on Kokushibo's dick!!!!

Muzan was stunned he just saw his wife getting f*cked by upper moon one Kokushibo but he already put Mayumi in bed in his room.

"Oh how lovely to see my wife on upper moon one's dick, how funny. You won't beg for mercy with me you slut."

Muzan said as he interrupted them during their 3rd round of sex he could already smell the sex they had and it's their 3rd almost close to 4th round.

"Muzan!? S-sorry dear, I was waiting for you to returngh~"

"Cheap b*tch. Don't come back. Emiko told me that you have been hitting Mayumi. I'm divorcing you soon you know that."

That shocked both Kokushibo and Muzan's wife they weren't actually expecting such news from Muzan when he said 'your no longer sleeping with me'.

That made her to almost beg for mercy but he whispered in her ear 'don't you unforgotten slut' and left the room as he went back to see his five year old son holding his blanky in one hand and the other wiping his tears.

Why was she so senistive when it came to getting f*cked? When did she even decide to have kids with Kokushibo? Right now she's being a bad mother to abandon her own kids to abandon her son and daughter this isn't a nice thing that a mother would do, when that night Muzan had both of his kids next to him asleep and he was juat thinking back to when he kissed your lips earlier.

"She'll be the perfect mother..."

"Why am I thinking about this all of a sudden?"

"Dada? Where are you going?"

"Mayumi go back to sleep sweetheart, dada's just going to go visit Emiko for a while I'll be back."

"Take us with you, we don't feel safe with mama."

" sigh alright alright, let me put my shirt back on then we can go say hi to her. She's probably asleep by now."

"Yay!"

"Alright you two let's go see her."

"We're going to see Emiko!!"

Both of his kids said at the same time a bit sleepy still but wanted to come along either way.

When the three of them arrived on her balcony it was locked but he saw you still awake but it seemed as if you were moving a bit.

Until he knocked on your balcony door then you got up and went to unlock it seems as if you were asleep but was woken up by them arriving on your balcony, as you let them enter your room you then locked the balcony doors again as they sat on your bed and decided to talk to you before they decided to fall asleep.

"Why on earth did you three decide to come here at 12am? Explain yourselves."

You were slightly pissed at Muzan for waking you up at 12am which was probably the best time to come see you.

"Yeah sorry the kids couldn't sleep so I had to bring them with me."

"Yeah right, but why so early in the morning Muzan? You know I have training with the Slayers tomorrow plus my duties as a princess. Your still mad at me aren't you?"

"What makes you think that way? I wasn't mad in the first place. I was too busy to even reply to your letters, did one of the demons say that I have been ignoring you again?"

"Kokushibo said so."

That just made Muzan to take a deep breath in and let it all out just to see his son Tachi fast asleep.

"Seems like someone is too tired, awe so cute. If your all tired you could just stay here in my room I'll call one of the maids to get an extra futon in here."

You said to Muzan with a small smile.

"No no no, it's fine we'll be leaving again anyway."

"Don't leave. Your kids are too tired to wake up again. Just stay here I know your all tired let me do something nice for a change."

You said to Muzan which he sighed and let you.

As you went to fetch one of your maids and told her to get one extra futon for the kids but she did ask what about the father and you replied by smiling at her.

"One extra futon for the kiddos, here you go princess. May you all rest well enough for tomorrow."

"Thank you Maria, you are excused."

"Of course princess sleep tight."

When your maid left then she looked at the scene for a bit before returning to her room as she saw how caring and gentle you are being with his kids, then you saw how Muzan just stared at you though everyone in the palace knows about your crush on him.

"Are you okay? Emiko? Hello?"

"Hmm? Sorry Muzan. I'm fine!"

"Are you sure? I mean I can just sleep with my kids if your uncomfortable."

"N-no! It's nothing like that, it's just some of these things just remind me of when I dated Tanjiro before he became like he is now."

"I see that. Want some help?"

"Pfft with what? With my bra? Or with my panty?"

You said that part in a teasing way to Muzan which he just smiled at you and almost gave you a hard punch but it went with a kiss, he kissed your lips while his kids are asleep you will continue to love him with all your heart.

"Now let's go to sleep."

You said to Muzan as you layed down in your bed.

"Hmm alright then."

"Y-yeah."

You so badly wanted to confess to him but now's not the right time and you know that a few of your friends are either dating or married.

Like with Gyomei who's got a wife and a daughter who's already thirteen years old and will be a big sister soon by receiving a baby sister.

A/N(Author's Note): Muzan is asleep and your whispering all of this to yourself in the quiet palace just for you guys to know.

"F*ck I need to finger myself so bad. F-f*ck!!"

"Ughh~ t-that feels soo goooood!! Mmgh~"

"Ngghhhhh~ ahhhhh!? M-muzann~ I'm cumming irrumabo.."

You said to yourself as you cummed by only five fingers while the kids and him were asleep then you started singing to yourself.

Until you heard movement next to you on the floor where the futon is laying the next thing you knew Mayumi was awake.

Though you then decided to open the balcony doors for a light breeze to come inside your room before she would fall back asleep.

A/N(Author's Note): Don't worry you had pulled both your panty and pyjama pants back up before she had woken up from being fast asleep.

Then Mayumi was sitting on your lap as you were humming a song your mother sang to you when you were younger and it was based on your childhood and on your crush.

"Emiko-san when is dada getting a divorce? Mama hasn't been the best to us."

"He's still deciding sweetie. Just don't think a lot about the divorce between your parents."

You told Mayumi with a bit of a frown as she layed back against your chest while her brother and father are still asleep in your room after 12am, but yet you still smiled to yourself about all of this drama happening between Muzan and his wife.

[jmflowers]

Week of shoots

“Day 5” I managed to sleep on and off until about 2pm, so I felt much better heading into night two of the shoot. I had to pick people up downtown again, which was an hour drive from my place in Saturday traffic, so I left at about 3pm. Managed to get everyone to location for the 5pm call time.

Almost immediately, I was sent off on driving duties to pick up a few things, and then to grab one of the actors from a train station. By the time I was back, most of the set was dressed and lighting was nearly done, so shooting started shortly after.

The first half of the night felt painful, though. Imagine that phrase “too many cooks in the kitchen” but it’s a film set and they’re directors. No one had a clear vision and it just made for confusion, which had all of the actors antsy - especially the child actor whose first ever night shoot this was. We were aiming for lunch at 11pm, but at about 10:45pm they sent the actors back to holding to warm up and the creative team all stepped outside to argue “in private”. The rest of us who were not vital unless they were rolling slipped downstairs to holding and just hung out for the longest lunch I’ve ever been part of on a set - it was after midnight before we jumped back in. And, of course, the child actor had fallen asleep in the car during that time and we had to wake her back up.

So, there was the production at like 1am - all of us standing around in an abandoned convenience store, eating expired junk food and breathing in a ton of dust, watching as an 8 year old was being coaxed awake for a scene as she cried, “I don’t want to be here, I just want to go home.” And then her mom found packs of slime on the shelf, offered her one, and kiddo woke right back up to kill every. single. take. During a fight sequence, might I add. We had to wrap her by 4am, so her death scene coverage was shot and she was out of there by 3:45am.

Crazy.

There wasn’t much to do technically between takes and the DP only needed a spotter for camera movements a couple of times (one of which included me shoved back beside a bookcase, trying to hide from being in the shot when she whipped around), so I spent most of the time catering to the actors. It was cold in the building, since the heat wasn’t on, so I took their coats every time we were about to roll and then slipped them back on them each time we cut and reset to a new shot. Thank goodness I still had my set blankets in my car from my own shoots earlier in the week, as one of them ended up being best for wrapping up our child actor like a burrito without needing to care about if it was getting fake blood on it. One of the actors ended up hugging me goodbye before she left and they both thanked me profusely for taking care of them, which felt good. I think that’s the part of set I enjoy the most - just being able to help people. There’s such a humanness to watching someone perform at the top of their abilities in a setting like that and then to see them turn around and find comfort in a jacket or a bottle of water or a joke. It’s fun to be part of that, whether it’s with actors or creators.

We wrapped officially at about 5am and headed out shortly after putting everything away that we’d made a mess of. Said goodbyes to everyone - including the audio recordist that I’d worked with on another shoot last spring. I had to drive 4 people home, so we headed back into the city and I got everyone to their doorsteps before heading back to my own city. Pulled into my drive shortly before 7am and promptly showered off a lot of dirt before crashing into bed.

Day 6 was all about sleeping, for the most part, and just getting myself back off the nocturnal schedule. Slept until about 4:30pm, ate, went for a walk, watched a livestream concert, and was back in bed by about 10pm (trying to convince myself that I didn’t need to stay up all night again). Back to regular life and 8am classes the morning after, because that’s the way it goes.

All in all, I had a blast. It feels like hanging with friends when it’s a small crew and a lower budget. We talk about life and make jokes and mix up weird food concoctions in the middle of the night (like an oat milk and expired Kit Kat “hot chocolate” I tried to make in the microwave to warm up…). Mostly it’s all about eating Welch’s fruit snacks and making a movie. Can’t wait to see the finished product.

[adamsdiaryaboutmen]

Sebastian dropped me off at Liz and Ariana's house like usual. I never learned to drive, and to be honest it kind of scares me, so Sebastian usually drops me off early at Liz and Ariana's and I hangout there for a while before the three (four if Quinn comes) of us head to the bakery. I get dropped off at 4am, and usually Liz and Quinn are the only ones awake when I arrive and all make breakfast. Due to Ariana's escorting work, she usually sleeps in. But this time was different.

I let myself in, which was usual. I could hear quiet, frantic talking, which reminded me of my parents before they both died. When I entered the kitchen, both Liz and Ariana got up from the table, almost surprised at my arrival.

"Adam!" Liz exclaimed, she seemed startled.

"Good morning." I said, "Is everything alright?"

Liz threw a quick glance at Ariana, then looked back at me, "Oh, yes. Everything is fine."

Liz then told me that we had to go to The Bakery right away, that they had a last minute order that was going to be difficult to fulfil.

But she didn't take Ariana with us to help with the order when we left. Or Quinn. I actually didn't see Quinn, but assumed they were in the backyard listening to the birds begin to wake and do their morning calls. They loved the morning birdsong, especially since it was springtime when they were most noisy.

At The Bakery, I asked if Liz needed help with the order (even though I never do actual baking duties) and she said she was fine. She asked me to do a thorough clean of the storefront before we opened, which wouldn't be for nearly four hours.

When I put the mop away when I finished cleaning, it didn't look like Liz had done anything in the back. She was sitting in a chair and kept looking at her phone with worried stares. When she noticed I was standing there, she gave me cash to order breakfast at a nearby cafe and said I could sit there and have a break before we opened.

Sitting at the cafe eating breakfast, I kept wondering what was going on. The only thing that made sense was that something happened to Ariana. That's why Liz was so worried, that's why they were talking at the kitchen table, and that's why Quinn was (presumably) outside listening to birdsong. They always sent Quinn away when they needed to talk about private stuff.

What happened to Ariana?

[dndtheworld]

Then. Pandemic. Now.

It’s 3:30 am when my alarm goes off. Like the usual I switched my lights on, made my bed and put on a groovy music to hype my mood. I took a shower and put on my make-up at 4am. By the time I’m done dolling up myself, I’ll enjoy my cup of coffee while waiting for my pick up.  And oh by the way, I am flying to Paris. Not my favorite destination but who am I to complain. I feel posh already thinking I’ll be rubbing shoulders with French business class passengers. Of course this is the “hilas” side of my career. Like we own an airline that set us off in different countries and continents in one week. In my case my usual route is Paris, Rome, Copenhagen, Denmark, Munich, German, and New York and Boston, Massachusetts, not much of Asian countries because you know Asian countries are just our neighbors.

Alright let’s get to work, As I boarded the aircraft with my crew, I will have briefing with the captains and introductions will follow. Being the boss I will go first. This is my moment of raising my Filipino pride, like Ms. Universe presenting Philippines to my very diverse multi-nationals set of crew under my supervision. Whenever I have this sense of euphoria I can hear my elder brother little voice at the back of my head “ka hilas gyud” that makes me giggle. It’s a reality that only my friends and colleagues can relate to. We will ensue our duty once we retouched our lipsticks and ready to welcome our passengers; and the rest is “tea, coffee or me?” service especially to those good-looking with strong passport holder passengers. As what we say you might win a golden ticket from a third world country resident to the first world country of resident. Laughing out loud here! Because I never had the luck, I am still a third world resident with my beautiful husband. Love wins!

   So yeah, I travel the world. At least I used to. I was a flight attendant for 11 years and became a Cabin Services Director or a Purser at the age of 27 yr. old. I’ve been to places tucked away in the map and never heard of it. Like Djibouti, in east Africa, where it is politically situated near Somalia. The Coute d’Ivorie and Ghana in south-west Africa, where you get the best quality of Shea butter. And Have you heard of Namibia in west Africa? It was 2017 when I set foot on this beautiful wildlife sanctuary. We are on a tour and our tour-guide/ driver is a local woman, we are heading to a wild-life safari where you could watch the lions, leopard, zebra, elephants and other exotic animals like the “sigbin” looking cat as per our ancestors would call it and I thought so too!  it was a caracal cat on their natural habitat. As we were wondering and in awe as we witness zebras crossing the street and kangaroos by the road, it started raining and our tour-guide stopped, went out and cried and dancing in the rain. We found out that they were suffering of drought for 5 years, and there have been a lot of wild animals dying because of the drought. So we went out as well dancing and praising the higher being who blessed us with rain that day. We cried too!  What a memory to cherished! What a realization that we are blessed in so many ways being in a tropical country. So it’s not always “hilas” there’s a bit of a dramas too.

There are also mundane things we do in between flights. Like for my grocery I have to fly to Japan and Czech Republic. To guarantee top quality of beef, Wagyo cubes and fresh vegetables, Japan is my destination to nourished my over-work body. For my sausages, cheeses and other dairy products it will be Prague, Czech Republic. The grilled juicy kielbasa sausage is all I need to complement my charcuterie board.

Then pandemic happened.

From a very fast life and high maintenance lifestyle to almost nothing. We came back to Iligan city, the city of waterfalls, a water that taste like tanduay or Pilsen beers, thanks to my husband for the introduction. One day I found myself at Robinsons supermarket in their dairy section, they only have mozzarella cheese. I almost cried. Not to mention their department store. My Japan grocery shopping became Daiso not-all-88pesos prices. From 5-star and Michelin starred restaurant to everyday lechon with pater (I am not complaining with this perfect combo but I gained weight too much!). I slowly acclimatized to my reality. It is actually the life I have imagined when I was still flying, when I came to appoint of exhaustion and burnt out of my career. I had a good run of 11 years crisscrossing the world, meeting awesome people, learning from my mistakes and grown into a person I am today. ‘til this day I always get a lot of questions if I missed flying, and if I still want do it again. Of course I do miss it a lot. I still dream of travelling, I still want to but as a passenger with my husband and hopefully our own family. it is embedded in my being for eternity, but to go back as a flight attendant I already gave up my wings to pandemic and to give way to those who aspire to travel the world, to give chance to others “mag-hinilas” and most especially for those who dream like me to give the world to their parents and family who made a lot of sacrifices for them.

It was a closed chapter that I keep on looking back while I am doing this blog. It was fun, exhilarating and one of a kind journey. I will not have it in any other way.

Here’s to more Lechon and pater. Cheers!

[guessimbadcop]

he just wants love and affection

[nat-20s]

8 for jmart?

#8- constantly cheacking their messages for words from the other

what else was I gonna do? here's some classic ol' season 3 pining babey

Hello Martin. This is Jon. I have gotten a new phone after losing my last one, please put in the new number.

It's a simple message. Straightforward, factual, and utilitarian. There is no reason that pressing send should make his heart race. There's especially no reason that the second he sends it off, he's tempted to lie on the deeply uncomfortable, likely bedbug infested motel mattress staring at his screen until he gets a response. Sure, he's sick of being overseas, and he's sick of being so isolated, and he's sick of running, but he's not...desperate for what little companionship can even be provided by words on a screen.

He does miss Martin, though. He misses Tim as well, but in a manner that's significantly more complex and knotted than the simple desire to be around him.

God, when did he start wanting to just be around Martin? He started being aware of that want when he was at Georgie's, but he has no idea when the want itself actually started. That was probably something he should examine. Technically speaking, that is something that he has time to examine, but he doesn't want to examine right now. Right now, he wants the comfort of perhaps one of the only people out there that doesn't want to kill him, or use him, or both.

Martin, whether through somehow sensing Jon's discontent from nearly 4000 miles away or, more likely, through a general dutifulness inherent to his character, only takes a few minutes to reply. Oh good! it'd been a little bit since hearing from you, we were somewhat worried. putting you in my contacts as we speak :)!

Saying that "we" were worried is almost certainly generous on Martin's part, but Jon feels no need to point that out. Instead he turns on his side and stares at the phone. He particularly focuses on the smiley face, ridiculously charmed by the fact that, despite everything, Martin hasn't lost his predilection for emojis. Two years ago, he would've rolled his eyes, maybe thought something snide about professionalism. It wouldn't have been fair, as Tim used to do the same thing and he thought nothing of it, but he wasn't fair back then. Now, he simply wonders if he can get away with sending one back.

Before he can respond, Martin sends another message. Are you actually alright? I realized I was kind of assuming that losing your phone was the only reason you were MIA, but is anything else going on?

Damn. He tends to forget how perceptive Martin can be. What, exactly, Martin had perceived in that first message, Jon couldn't be sure, but apparently there was something that tipped him off to the..eventful last week he'd had. He really, really doesn't feel like getting into all of that right now, especially not over text, so instead he replies a mostly truthful I'm fine.

Then, squinting at the screen and realizing that might come across as a dismissal, he adds, Well, other than trying not to contemplate the general sanitation practices of a motel that clearly hasn't updated it's decor since the 70s. I'm suspecting the sheets are much the same.

He doesn't know how Martin will react to the message. He can't see the face he'll make, won't know the tone of his voice. However, he likes to imagine that Martin will at least smile. Maybe he'll even give that breath of a laugh, the one that sometimes happens when Jon's being lightly acerbic and it's not directed at him. He doesn't know, but he does hope for it. Martin texts back Oof. Maybe sleep on top of the covers tonight, yeah?, and Jon thinks that he might have guessed Martin's reaction correctly.

Christ, who knew all it took was a combination of jetlag and threats to turn him into a sap. He needs to sleep. He really needs a deep, proper, uninterrupted sleep, one lasting a minimum of eight hours and ideally closer to fifteen. Checking the time, it would be a fairly reasonable time to sleep, especially with the early start he has tomorrow. He considers sending off a quick good night message, but then has the realization that as reasonable as it is for him to be asleep right now, it's just as unreasonable for Martin to be awake. Are you alright? Good lord, Martin, it's almost 4am over there. Did I wake you?

Barely 30 seconds pass before he gets back no, you're good!

A beat, then a follow up message. I've had a irregular sleep schedule since I was like 16. A lot of evening and night shifts had a lasting impact u know? Working at the institute made it a bit more consistent but it's still p rare that i sleep the same eight hours night to night.

Jon's starts to text back something sympathetic; he's had his own struggles with both in- and hyper- somnia, but his phone buzzes in his hand before he can finish it.

Sorry! That was uh probably more information than you wanted.

Well, that just won't do. Even if there wasn't a part of his brain that had recently started collecting facts about Martin like they were precious jewels instead of mostly mundane stories, he doesn't want Martin to think he can't talk to him about things outside of the standard bounds of coworkers. Not at all. We're friends, Martin, I enjoy learning about you.

His brain wants to catastrophize the second he presses send. For the first minute that Martin doesn't reply, he doesn't let it. After the second minute, he allows the minor worry to become more severe. Had it been too much? Were they friends? Jon certainly thought so, but what if Martin wasn't in the same boat? Their interactions had been entirely friendly for months now, but what if that was just Martin being polite? God, what if Martin still thought of Jon as his boss, nothing more?

Ten minutes. It takes ten minutes for Martin to finally respond, and Jon has almost called him four times to explain himself. Ten minutes, and the first response is only Oh!

Then: Cool

Well, that's not a "piss off and die", but it's not exactly comforting. Jon doesn't know how to reply, staring at the words on his screen and not entirely sure if he's fucked up or not. Fortunately, Martin's not done responding, and the next message is much, much better.

Hey uh. Feel free to say no I know it's getting late over there but. Im not getting back to sleep for the rest of the day and itd be nice to actually hear you. Would you be okay with a call?

Without a moment's hesitation, he texts back Yes!, exclamation and all, because he's become someone he barely recognizes. The phone rings just as immediately, and he feels his entire body relax at Martin's first "Hello?"

Things are difficult right now. Things have been difficult ever since the promotion that was a curse in disguise. The world is filled with monsters he barely understands. He wishes he was home despite the fact that he barely recognizes it, as filled with tension and strife as it is. There's so much to discuss, so many things they should be hammering out. But right now, the threats are not pressing. Right now, he can hear about the bad true crime documentary Martin half-watched before he got Jon's texts, and Jon can bitch about the three different "pip pip cheerio" comments he's gotten since coming over seas. Right now, and for the hour before Jon drifts off, breathing slow and deep, he can pretend that this is an ordinary phone call, in an ordinary world, between two people who simply miss each other an extraordinary amount.

[bestillmyslashyheart]

soulmate au part 9/11

part 8 || on ao3

It was early when the knock on the door came, early enough that Kinn strongly considered ignoring it. If it was truly important, whoever it was would come in without waiting for him to respond, after all. And, Kinn cracked one eye open a sliver to see Porsche’s bare back littered with colors. It was still dark in his room but with Porsche lying on top of Kinn, his back was right there for Kinn to appreciate. Porsche was still asleep but Kinn felt no shame in running his hand up and down his back, pausing at his ass to squeeze lightly. A second round of knocking was enough to get Porsche moving, his leg shifting up between Kinn’s, and Kinn decided he really didn’t care who it was or why they were knocking. He grabbed Porsche’s hips and rolled him over so that Kinn was braced above him.

“Come in!” Porsche yelled. Kinn stared at him, betrayed. Porsche rolled his eyes. “It’s 4am, it’s probably important.”

“It is not,” Kinn argued even as they heard the door open. He dropped completely onto Porsche, ignoring his “oof”, and started kissing his neck.

“Khun…Kinn,” Ken greeted. “Porsche. Sorry for interrupting.”

Porsche shoved at Kinn’s shoulders. “What is it?”

“It’s Tawan.”

Kinn groaned out loud and rolled off of Porsche. “What now?”

Ken held out his phone. “I switched guard duty with Pol this evening and pretended to fall asleep on duty. Tawan left his room and went to the courtyard outside the mess so I followed him and I overheard him on the phone.” He pressed play on a recording. It didn’t take long for Kinn to recognize Tawan’s voice.

“You didn’t tell me he was marked,” Tawan hissed angrily. “You said he was maybe fooling around with his bodyguard! That, I could have worked with that, asshole. I can’t do anything if he’s marked.” There was a long pause, presumably where he was listening to whoever was on the other end of the line. “No. No! You have to get me out of here. I don’t- I don’t care how! I told you going in that the only way they don’t put a bullet in my head is if I can get Kinn to defend me. You’re the one who failed to mention that that wasn’t going to happen.” Another pause. “If you leave me here, I will tell them everything. Everything, Vegas. From two years ago to two days ago when you brought me to the Italians for this stupid plan of yours.”

Ken stopped the recording. For a moment, no one said a word.

“Now can I kill Vegas?” Porsche finally asked. 

—

The fight to get Porsche to stay behind was one Kinn could have done without. He understood it, he did, but putting an angry Porsche in the same room as his father was just asking for trouble and it wasn’t something he wanted to deal with. He almost put a guard on the door to keep Porsche inside but he thought that might be going a step too far so he went with plan B. 

Kinn let himself into the room and closed the door on Ken outside. He crept quietly down the hall and knocked on the bedroom door. It took a moment but then the door eased open.

“P’Kinn?” Chay rubbed at his eyes. Then he froze and his eyes sprung wide open. “Is Por-”

“Porsche is fine,” Kinn assured him. “But I need to go speak to my father and we agreed it was best Porsche not come with me. He’s a little upset and alone in our room and I thought-” He didn’t get a chance to finish before Chay was turning from the doorway to shove his feet into a pair of slippers. That done, he came back to Kinn and shooed him back.

“Let’s go,” he urged. Kinn obediently stepped out of his way and let Chay lead him out of his suite. He locked the door behind him when Chay set off immediately for Kinn’s rooms around the corner. 

“Chay,” he called after him. “Wait a moment.” He nodded at the guard who’d been outside his doors overnight. “There’s no guard on the door right now.”

Chay waved him off. He was already at the corner where the hallway turned to Kinn’s quarters. “I’m fine. I can see your door and then I’ll be with Porsche.” He waved goodbye to Kinn and disappeared out of sight.

“Sir?” The guard asked.

“Follow him,” Kinn ordered. Even if it was only a few steps, he wasn’t letting anything happen to Chay inside his own house. The guard nodded and took off at a quick walk.

That done, Kinn set off for his father’s rooms with Ken just behind him. “Why are you doing this?” He asked as they walked. “There was no need for you to switch shifts with Pol or update Porsche earlier.” There was a pause and Kinn looked over his shoulder to see Ken’s face draw tight. “Ken?”

“Do you remember Perth, sir?”

Something in his voice made Kinn come to a stop and face him properly. He nodded. “I do. He worked here for three years before he was killed while he was off duty in the Triad’s territory.”

Ken nodded. “I got him this job, sir,” he admitted. “His mother was friends with mine and he struggled finding work after leaving the military so she asked for my help.” Ken met Kinn’s eyes. “He was following Tawan the night he was killed. On my orders.”

Kinn accepted that with due solemnity. “You filed a report, yes?”

“I did,” Ken agreed.

Kinn glanced over his shoulder at the empty hallway. “I want to see it.”

“It was sealed. By Khun Korn’s orders.” Which meant it would need his father’s order to unseal it. Kinn couldn’t guarantee that Ken’s word would be enough to convince his father of the need.

“Arm’s good with computers, isn’t he?”

Ken smirked. “He is, sir.” He didn’t wait for Kinn’s order before taking off in the opposite direction. The bodyguard quarters were on the opposite side of the compound but this early in the morning, with no one in the hallways, it didn’t take long to get there. Ken didn’t need to check which room was Arm’s and knocked firmly on the door. Arm answered after only a few seconds wait. He was still dressed, though not in his usual suit, and had dark circles under his eyes. He blinked at Ken in confusion then straightened when he noticed Kinn behind him. “Khun Kinn.” He stepped back and Ken and Kinn followed him inside. 

Kinn took in the small mess here and there before honing in on Arm’s desk. His computer was up and running with three monitors on. “What are you working on?”

Arm glanced at the monitors. “I’m providing support for Pete, sir. He is at the minor family’s house.”

Kinn narrowed his eyes. “I wasn’t informed of this.”

Arm’s brow furrowed slightly. “You told us to find evidence against Vegas.” There was a slight question in his tone.

“Yes,” Kinn agreed. “But I expected I would be kept informed of your operation.”

Arm bowed his head, his eyes on the floor. “I apologize, sir. Vegas cornered us when we were out with Khun Tankhun and asked to speak with Pete privately. Given our assignment, we agreed that Pete would go with him and I would monitor from here.”

Kinn frowned. “Alright,” he allowed. “But I want to know everything from here on out. In the meantime, I need you to access a sealed case report for me.” He motioned to Ken who stepped forward.

“I know the file number,” he told Arm. Arm slid into his chair and turned to his monitors, quickly pulling up the internal file directory. Ken read off the file number and Arm pulled it up.

“It was sealed by Khun Korn’s order almost two years ago,” Arm reported.

“I know. Open it.”

Arm’s fingers stilled over his keyboard and he half turned to Kinn. “I-”

“You’re doing this on my order and I don’t care how you have to do it,” Kinn cut him off. 

“Understood.” He turned back to his computer and did…something. After only a few moments, the file opened up.

Kinn made a mental note to confirm Arm’s loyalty even as he stepped up behind him and read Ken’s report. Everything Ken had told him was detailed in black and white. Tawan had left the mansion alone with only a bag with him around 1:30 in the morning. Ken had assigned Perth to follow him. Perth reported back at 1:57am that Tawan was seen entering the minor family’s house. He made no further reports and his body was discovered three blocks away at 6:32am by local police. The coroner’s report stated that he had been dead for over three hours at the time his body was discovered. 

“Print that out.” He wanted a copy in hand when he spoke with his father. A moment later he had it. Kinn looked it over to make sure all details were there then looked back up at the monitors. “Keep me updated about Pete.”

“Of course, Khun Kinn.”

Kinn was halfway down the hallway with Ken at his back when he heard the door swing open again. “Khun Kinn!” Arm whisper shouted. Kinn stopped and turned. “It’s Pete.” He ducked back inside his room without another word. Kinn exchanged a look with Ken but obediently went back into Arm’s rooms.

Arm was reading off a location into his headset when Kinn made it inside. He confirmed it then signed off. “Pete reported back, sir,” Arm reported without turning to face Kinn. His fingers flew across the keyboard. “He’s left the minor family’s house and needs an extraction. He has an imprint of Vegas’s teeth and video evidence of Vegas leaving it so that there is no doubt.”

Kinn’s eyes widened. “How did he get that?”

Arm’s fingers stilled before resuming their frantic pace. “It’s on his shoulder,” he answered. “And apparently, Vegas likes to record his…encounters.”

Kinn frowned. “Did Pete consent to this?”

“He didn’t say.”

“Get him,” Kinn ordered.

Arm pressed enter with a flourish and spun out of his chair. “On my way, sir.” 

—

Kinn was nearly back to his own quarters, having decided to wait to speak with his father until Pete returned and he had even more evidence, when the bodyguard he’d sent off with Chay earlier, Tong, stumbled into view. He clutched an obviously injured arm to his stomach and wiped at the blood dripping into his eyes with the other hand. Ken pulled his gun but Kinn didn’t wait for the man to report; he took off at a run for his rooms and burst through the front door. “Porsche!” He hadn’t felt anything wrong through the mark but a bloodied bodyguard usually only meant one thing. “Chay!” He hurriedly searched his rooms but there was no one there.

“Khun Kinn!” Ken called from the door. Kinn returned to the entrance where he found Tong leaning heavily against the doorway, Ken next to him at the ready. The doorway showed blood smears Kinn hadn’t noticed on his way in.

“Where is he?” He demanded. “Where are they?”

“I don’t know where Khun Porsche is,” Tong answered, his voice tinged in pain. “But Chay never made it into your quarters. There were two men waiting outside your door when I approached. They had barred Chay entry so I approached to inform them that he was permitted when they attacked. The last thing I saw before I lost consciousness was them gagging Chay and dragging him off in the opposite direction that you and Ken had departed in.”

“Who were they?”

Tong hesitated. It was only a second but it was too long. Kinn shoved him against the wall with a hand around his throat and squeezed. “Big,” he gasped. Kinn loosened his grip.

“What?”

Tong coughed. “One of the men was Big,” he confessed. “I think the other man might work for the minor family but I can’t say for sure. He was dressed in our uniform, though.”

Kinn dropped his hand. “And Porsche wasn’t there?”

Tong shook his head. “Big kept the fight quiet but Khun Porsche could have heard it.”

Kinn spun, his eyes flitting over the room a second time. This time, he wasn’t looking for his soulmate but some other kind of sign. “Ken,” he barked. “Find Tawan.” Ken responded but Kinn paid him no mind, still searching frantically. There was nothing until Kinn went back into the bedroom. And then he found the note. It was short, but it said everything it needed to.

“They took Chay.”

Kinn gripped the note so tightly it ended up crumpled in his hand. “Sir,” Ken burst into his room, out of breath. “Tawan’s gone. The guard I left on his door is dead.”

[unloved-cadillac]

Zeke returning from the war to see his s/o with a 3 year old son. He gets angry and thinks his s/o cheated on him but theres something about those blonde locks and bluey grey eyes that just seem so familiar. Thank you so much 💞💞

C/n: I hate this man but damn. Thanks for requesting and I hope that you enjoy🤍

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A Blue-Eyed Angel. (Zeke x Reader)

“So you’re leaving again?” You ask as Zeke packs up his bag, moving up and down your shared bedroom from the closet to the bag. “Yes. Unfortunately. I wish I could stay, my love. But..” “Duty calls. I know.” You complete his sentence and walk up to him and place your hands on his hairy face.

“When do you have to leave?” You ask you you with his shirt buttons. “Tomorrow at 4am.” He answers and you begins to kiss his neck and his arms rest on your waist. “So let’s make tonight last.” You say and he lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Say less.” He smirks and captures your lips in his.

The next morning you helped him pack the little stuff he had left and kissed him goodbye from the door. As soon as you shut the door, you ran to the bathroom and threw up in the toilet.

“Oh no.”

~~~~

When you finally confirmed that you were pregnant, you cried. Although it was amazing that you and Zeke were finally gonna have a family, he wasn’t going to be here to witness everything. Not the months that led up to it, not the cravings, not the experience of watching your baby grow in you and most importantly, the birth.

Harold “Tom” Yeager was born without his dad seeing him. It broke your heart but you knew that Zeke would adore him if he were here. Although, you weren’t totally alone. Zeke’s grandparents were there and they helped you with the delivery. Harold had Zeke’s beautiful blue eyes and blonde hair but your nose and facial structure.

The mission was prolonged to three years. Three years without your husband and three years without Harold having a father. Many people looked at you funny, having a son without your husband here made you have a bad look on society. But you didn’t care. Harold was your and Zeke’s baby. You knew that and that was all that mattered.

When the Warriors started to come back home, you were so excited. You cleaned up the house and made new clothes for Harold who mimicked your happiness, even though he had no idea why his mama was so happy. “Daddy’s coming home, munchkin. He’s finally going to see his baby boy.” You say and blow raspberries on his chubby cheek.

Zeke jumped out of the ship and greeted his grandparents. Speaking with them and looking around, he did hope to see you. “Zeke, dear. Y/n is at home with a lovely surprise for you. Go see her.” His gran says and he smiles. What could you be up to?

He took a taxi and they drove him to the little house that he called home with you. Taking his bags, he opened the little gate and walked on the path that led to the door. You did some gardening and repainted the house. It looked beautiful but he really wished he was there with you.

He opens the door and places his bags on the ground. “Y/n?” He calls for you as he looks around. Something felt off. Why did the house feel so cramped all of a sudden? Maybe it’s because when he left, both of you hardly had anything here and now three years went by so obviously you must’ve bought more stuff. So why did he feel so weird?

When he looked back at the corridor, there you stood. In all of your glory. Beautiful and ethereal. It seemed like a dream, seeing you after all these years. You were smiling as you both looked at each other.

“Hi, Zeke.”

You say and Zeke smiles broadly. “Hello, my love.” As he steps to you, you put out a hand to stop him. He did and he looked down to see a small boy peering from behind your legs. Zeke furrows his blond eyebrows as you tell the boy to look at the man in front of him.

The boy peeped from behind you and Zeke’s breath hitched. What the...

“Harold. This is your dad.” He hears you say and Zeke steps back abruptly, making the boy hide behind you. You lift your head and your features contour in confusion. “Zeke. This is our son.” You say and Zeke shakes his head. “No. I don’t believe it. How did you have a child already? I leave for war and as soon as I leave the house you find someone else to give you a child? Couldn’t you wait?” He asks, bitterly and you jaw drops in shock. “How..dare you?”

“No, Y/n. How dare you? Where is he?” Zeke asks angrily as he begins searching the house. You step away from him and hide Harold behind you. “Who?” “The man who knocked you up! I’ll transform right here and now just to find him.”

“You think I cheated? You think I would stoop so low to cheat? How dare you, you stupid man?!” You slap Zeke and his head turns from the impact of your hand. You take Harold in your arms and hide his face in your shoulder. “Get out, Zeke. And come back when you knock some sense into yourself.” You spit out and walk into your room with your child. Zeke saw you leave and he caught a glimpse of the child. It was..so familiar. But Zeke storms out of the house and sits outside on the patio.

He stayed out there the whole day. Thinking. The kid looks bigger than 3. But if he was bigger than 3, you would have had him while he was still here. So that’s crossed out. You found someone who had his exact hair and eye color and had a child with him? But that’s ridiculous. Zeke was being ridiculous. You were his Y/n, the warrior chick that almost broke a man’s arm when he tried to touch you. The girl who almost strangled another girl when she was being to flirty with Zeke. There’s no way you would’ve done this. But on the other hand, people change.

No. You never did change. Zeke wakes up and heads back inside to see the house empty. You were probably still in bed but when he looked in the lounge, he saw the boy play with his toys. A Beast Titan plushie stayed next to him and a few figures of the Jaw and Cart Titan were in his hands. Zeke leaned against the wall and eyed the boy. He had dirty blond hair that was just like Zeke’s when he was small and beautiful, ocean blue eyes that were bright like the sun shines on them.

But, it was the way his face was structured and his nose and the combination of all of his features made Zeke want Levi Ackerman show up and finally kill him. He was such an idiot. This was his son. This was his and your kid.

Zeke walked to the boy and sat in front of him. “Whatcha doing?” He asks him and the kid doesn’t answer just continues to play. His cute pout reminded him so much of you when you used to get mad at him. And he had to kiss his way back into your heart.

“You know,” he starts and picks up the Beast Titan doll, “I am this.” Harold looks up and shakes his head and takes the doll back, making Zeke tilt his head. “Mama said Papa is the Beast Titan. And he is fighting.” Harold tells him with a very subtle lisp.

You heard Zeke’s voice coming from the lounge and you saw him talking with Harold. You were so pissed off with Zeke but seeing Harold talk with him was surprising. Harold hardly spoke, apart from you and his great grandparents, he wasn’t really one to talk. So to see him talking a lot with Zeke made you melt.

Zeke turned his head and saw you with unshed tears in your eyes. He got up and wrapped you on his arms. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for doubting you. I don’t know what came over me. Being away from you for so long made me lose my mind and to say all of those stupid things..I can’t believe I did. Please forgive me, Y/n.” Zeke spills out and he feels your arms wrap around him. “It’s okay. It’s okay, Zeke. But don’t you dare say that again.” You say and he kisses s your forehead. “Never. I will never say it again.” He promises.

When you both pull away, Zeke rests his head on yours and looks at the boy you both created. “What’s his name?” Zeke asks. You look up at him and smile. “Harold Tom Yeager.” You hear his breath hitch and he hugs you tighter than before. “What a beautiful name, Y/n.”

“Mama?”

Harold calls as he watches you and the strange man hug. “Harry. Come here and meet your papa.” You hold out your arms and he runs into them. You pick up and Harold holds tightly onto you as he looks at Zeke. “Hi, Harold. I’m your dad.” Zeke introduces himself and holds out his hand for Harold. Harold looks at you and you nod. He goes into Zeke’s arms and Zeke almost melts. He felt so small and fragile. Man, did he have so much of catching up to do.

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“Fuck you, Zeke.”

🖤🤍Thanks for reading🤍🖤

-Caddy.

[summonerscenarios]

So, mc adopting at least one of each of the Child mobs, how would that go?

IT MAY BE 4AM BUT THAT'S NEVER STOPPED ME BEFORE LETS DO SOME MF HCS.

Sadly I was only able to work on two of the mob kiddos as I didn't want this to get too long but I still hope its okay~!

Also just a heads up a lot of this is a pure waffle of information based on my own interpretations of the mobs so here's hoping I did a good job with them lmao.

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It wouldn’t have been the first time you’d ended up inadvertently adopting someone, nor will it be the last knowing your luck. It’s not like you intentionally do anything to draw people to you, it just so happened that the things that you did and situations you got wrapped up in led to you getting to know all kinds of people in the process. And those people saw you in all kinds of ways - most saw you as friends, others saw someone else in you, more than a few made no attempts to hide their blatant flirting - and, rarely, a few would even see you as a role model,a mentor or parental figure to look up to.

You honestly have no idea why, after all, it’s not as though you go out of your way to make particularly responsible decisions (if anything, you get yourself in enough trouble that you’d imagine you’re anything but a role model) but a lot of the younger transients and students seem to flock towards your presence, looking for comfort, advice, or just someone who respects them. At first it was just the younger members of your guild that you technically took under your wing - as the Guildmaster you assumed it was only natural to look out for them, and you’d long gotten used to protecting Agyo and Kijimuna, wanting to make sure that the only thing they had to worry about was having the chance to be kids rather than getting dragged into the Guild’s app-based affairs. It’s not like responsible parental figures are easy to come by in this world of app-battles and fighting, so that’s perhaps why when you start taking a more protective, nurturing role with the younger ones that more of them begin popping up.

Surprisingly, the ghosts are some of the first mob children that you noticed began flocking towards you. Roaming spirits are unusual but certainly not rare, and it honestly breaks your heart a little to see so many young ghosts lingering around in the unexplored corners of the city, searching for one thing or another. Things feel...off, for a while before you can pin down the issue - you start feeling as though you’re being watched when you’re in the guildhouse by someone other than your teammates, and when your attempts to shake off the uneasy feeling doesn’t work, you decide to bring it up to your fellow Guild members in case it’s someone trying to spy. You want to make sure it’s not someone who can bring danger to the guild, but you don’t have much of a chance to set up a search of the building when the D-evils come tottering into your field of view, screeching up a storm and motioning towards an otherwise unassuming corner of the window.

Turns out you weren’t the only one noticing the other presence, as Shiro’s D-evils seem to have picked up on it to - and when your attention snaps over to the window to see what they’re pointing to you barely catch a glimpse of the flickering figure of a ghost child as they disappear from view. From that point on you start spotting the child more often - he’s shy or wary, always lingering someone just out of the corner of your eye but never getting any closer almost like he’s afraid. He seems to have taken an interest in you though, especially whenever the younger guild members come around to spend time at the guild, and it isn’t long before you notice that he’s intently watching the way you watch over and care for the kids of the guild - he looks almost sad in these instances, but never dares to get any closer and disappears as soon as you turn to look at him. Over time it becomes almost normal to have a resident ghost at the guild (though Agyo still shudders at the mention of ghosts despite having seen the kid plenty of times since arriving). He seems to be more at ease after a while of watching you, and things finally come to a head one day when you’re playing videogames with Hanuman and the other kids, noticing that the little ghost has wandered far closer than he’d ever done in the past, watching the small screen setup on the floor with an avid interest that seems far happier than the forlorn looks he’d had before. Taking a chance you tilt your head to look over at the ghost child, motioning him to come over and join; he disappears for a moment, startled, but right as you start to worry you may have scared the kid off he rematerializes, inching hesitantly closer and closer till he’s hovering beside the rest of your group, eyes fixed to the characters on screen with a child-like wonder.

You aren’t quite sure how this ended up with you adopting the ghost child yourself. It’s just one day you were talking about how you were pretty much adopted by the teachers at school and how you’d like to pay it forward some day, and the next you were talking about ‘son’ this, and ‘might as well take the kid under your wing’ that - you were practically acting like an impromptu parent for like a fifth of the people you knew anyway, so what was actually adopting a child? Toji had just about choked to death when you’d made the unfortunate decision to announce that fact mid-drink, and Shiro spent more than his fair share of time probing you with the legal questions surrounding a student adopting a child, ghost transient or not. Ryota seems incredibly excited by the idea however, gushing about being an uncle and wondering if your new son can eat and if so what his favorite food is - plenty of questions for a later time.

Ghost is certainly the most clingy of the children you end up adopting, and it’s clear from the get go in the sense that the poor little one is essentially glued to your side from the moment you take the venture to actually adopting him. With few things remaining in the physical world to cling onto, the familial bond is something that the little one cherishes and he absolutely refuses to budge on letting it, and by proxy, you, go. For a while he actually fears you’re going to leave him and take back what you said about protecting him and being a good parent. He of course had parents once, and their lack of presence at his side now paints a tragic picture no matter what way you look at it, so the kids got more than a few attachment issues you need to work through. Ghost doesn’t really talk too much, instead relying on gestures and interacting with things around him to talk to you and others - it takes a little bit to get used to if you’re unfamiliar with some of the gestures but it’s easy to pick up as time goes on.

Definitely one of the more well behaved children of the bunch, given that once you’ve convinced him that you’re not abandoning him he’s dead set on making you proud. He gets antsy when you’re not around, spending most of his time at the guild when you're at classes, but he takes to following Agyo around instead during these times. Agyo’s more than a little startled at first, and is a bit awkward about the whole situation as he processes it, but before long Agyo’s not only getting along with your ghostly son, but he’s also teaching him the ‘lion dog duties’ that he’s been teaching you - you’ll never quite forget walking in to Agyo giving the poor kid a detailed rundown on the upkeep of the guildhouse and all that it pertains.

It was supposed to only be the one child, you swear, but damn if you haven’t got a bleeding heart and a knack for attracting trouble. Word travels around fast about your adoption, and as more people learn about your impromptu push to parenthood people start coming to you for help - namely, kids with nowhere else to go. Maybe it’s your bleeding heart or savior complex, but before long one kid becomes two, and then two becomes three, and soon enough you’ve got four kids on your hands.

There’s no denying that things get a little bit rocky when you start taking in other children. Despite the other kids in the guild, Ghost has technically been the only child up to this point, and with your attention shifting from both him and the other children at once it’s a sudden change - one that you thankfully discussed with him first to make sure he was okay. Even with the okay though, Ghost is more than a little anxious when you bring the second child, a nether sprite, ‘home’, especially because of how loud she is by comparison. Nether sprite is an absolute ball of energy and mischievous to boot, so she more than makes for an interesting parallel to the otherwise quiet Ghost you’ve been taking care of the past few months.

She’s a handful, especially during the first few weeks that she’s settling in - it takes her a while to really start seeing the place as home, and even longer for her to even consider you a parental figure (she’s seen you as more of a babysitter till you proved you were willing to stick around and put the effort in to be a good parent). Once she does settle in however she takes to the place quickly, and, to your surprise, your two kids become thick as thieves. The Nether sprite catches on quickly to how Ghost communicates, and given his penchant to linger around those he’s close to and follow them around she’s more than happy to drag him all over the shop from one activity to another - it’s a surprising development but one you actively encourage. Unfortunately as I mentioned she’s still mischievous, though tones it down from anything too troublesome if it’ll cause you too much grief.

However that hasn’t stopped the amount of times you’ve gotten calls from someone about the kind of trouble you two little ones have wound up getting themselves into - looks like they both picked up your knack for getting intentionally and unintentionally dragged into the weirdest events (sure, it’s fun when you do it, but having your kids doing it only serves to give you grey hairs from the stress.) And things only get crazier once the other kids end up coming along, for both better and worse - but that’s a story for another time.

[btsqualityy]

*KSJ household, 4am, Mama Kim cutting Jin's bangs in the bathroom*

Mama Kim "I didn't sign up for this Seokjin" "I warned you it was going to be one of your duties as my wife. And you hid all the scissors in the house so I had no choice" "😑You're crazy." "For you? always my dear. Look how pretty you are on Kade's step stool" "Yeah, not my fault you're a giant" "Not my fault you're so tiny" *pinches butt* "Jin! I'm trying to work here!" "I knowww but I'm getting bored and you look like a five course meal with this nightgown" "Please be quiet... bend your knees a little... In front of my chest Jin, like this...almost done I promise" "Uhmmmm no bra tonight I see? Have I told you you have pretty boobies jagi?😏*grabs them* "Seokjin! What's wrong with you?! Oh no I cut too short😨" "What? What the fuck is that?!" "🤣🤣🤣Oh Jin you- you🤣🤣🤣���🤣 you look like a 16-year old k-drama boy🤣🤣🤣🤣I can't wait for the boys to see you tomorrow🤣🤣" "😒😑*carries her on his shoulder* "I'll show the 16-year old k-drama boy now. And don't squeal because you asked for it!"

This is so representative of the controlled chaos that goes on in their house 😂the fact that Jin really would have the audacity to wake his wife up that late just to cut his hair, harass her the entire time, and make her fuck it up is sending me 🤣🤣🤣

[alyasgf]

Overworked Adrinette April -Day 19 You’re Beautiful

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Summary- Marinette’s been overworking herself for a week straight, Adrien still looks at her like she made the stars.

Notes- Adrinette April Day 19- You’re Beautiful! Also let’s fit in Day 16- Sunrise

At this point I’m just popping in and out to do random prompts so don’t expect too much from me lol

Word Count- 1188

AO3

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Marinette had been working on this project for a week straight. It was summer break, and even without the schoolwork guardian and superhero duties still managed to keep her from getting ahead of her deadline.

So here so was two days before the commission was due and still she was seeing like a madwoman.

She had to cancel her plans with Adrien, which was probably the hardest thing she’d done all break. He had just gotten back from an opening in New York and right before he left she promised they would go on a dinner date the night he came back.

Unfortunately that had been in the middle of her crunch week, so she apologized and canceled. She hadn’t been able to text, call, or make it up to him in any way but she hoped he’d understand.

It was around 7pm when she realized she had been working for 13 hours straight without any breaks. She decided to grab a bite to eat quickly before getting back to her project.

She still had bed head from the morning and she’d been wearing the same clothes for three days. She could feel the grease on her face, as the only thing she had decided she to do that morning was brush her teeth.

She was exhausted as she ran down the stairs into the kitchen. She grabbed a banana off the counter and took an energy drink out of the fridge. She figured if she worked through the night she might get her project done before 5pm tomorrow.

As she closed the fridge door with her hip she heard someone enter the room. She turned around to see Adrien Agreste.

Immediately remembering her state she let out a small yelp.

“Adrien! What are you doing here?”

“Well,” he began as he walked up to her with a laugh, “You weren’t answering your phone so I took that as a sign to come over. I haven’t seen you in a while and I still haven’t gotten that date I was promised.”

Marinette blushed. “I’m sorry, I have a commission due really soon. I barely have time to eat anymore.” She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

“That’s fine. Is it okay if I just stay and keep you company while you work? I’ll be quiet and I won’t mess with you. I promise.” Adrien gave her pleading eyes, as though she could possibly say no to him.

She sighed. “Are you sure? I look a hot mess and my room isn’t any better.”

Adrien took the banana from her hand so he could drag her to her room. “You look absolutely beautiful to me.”

Marinette was glad he was in front of her so he couldn’t see her ever noticeable blush.

When they got to the room Adrien handed her back her banana.

“Well since you aren’t going to be working while you eat that, can I fix your hair? While it looks cute all messy I would really enjoy showing off my braiding skills.”

Marinette nodded, still blushing. Adrien sat cross cross on the chaise and Marinette sat in front of him.

As she peeled the fruit, she felt Adrien take out her hair and comb it with his fingers. It felt amazing.

As he played with her hair, Marinette felt like she could fall asleep like that. By the time he finished she wished it could never end.

After she threw out the banana peel she sat in front of her desk and cracked open the energy drink. She allowed Adrien to drag the chaise over so he could be near her when she worked.

It was still tiring, but something about his company made it feel so much more bearable.

Around 10 Adrien revived a call. He gave Marinette a smile before walking out of the room to answer it.

After a few minutes he poked his head in.

“Marinette, would your parents mind it I stayed the night? I could sleep on the chaise, I just don’t want you to be alone and overwork yourself.” He asked seemingly nervous for her response.

“I’m sure they wouldn’t just give me a second.” She replied before dialing her father’s number. He was down in the bakery so he answered quickly.

After he told her the rules for Adrien’s stay, he agreed, mostly because Tom was aware of what the boy’s home life was like.

When Marinette told Adrien the good news he lit up.

“Well then how about you take a break to shower and then we can have some dinner?” Before Marinette could argue he added, “You’re already going to stay up all night, what’s the harm in stopping for an hour or two.”

Marinette knew this wasn’t an argument she would win, so reluctantly she grabbed some clothes and headed to the bathroom.

After the much needed shower, she leant Adrien a pair of Chat Noir pjs she had made a bit too big for herself a while ago. When she told him he could keep them he got the cutest smile on his face. She swore she loved that boy.

By the time he got out Marinette had decided to make them some breakfast for dinner. This included pancakes, fried eggs, and some fruit that she sliced.

“Marientte this is amazing!” He said through a mouth full of pancakes.

“Don’t you have a personal chef?” She laughed, although still bashful at the praise.

“I’d pick your cooking over theirs any day!”

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At around 4am Marinette was still working when she heard Adrien stirring on the chaise.

“Why are you still awake?” He mumbled rubbing his sleepy eyes with his arm.

“I just wanted to get a bit more done. I’ll go to sleep soon.” She bluffed.

It was as though Adrien saw through it immediately.

“Marinette.” He whined. “Go to sleep. It’s so late you can finish it tomorrow.”

“Orrrr, I could work a couple more hours and finish it tonight.” She said in a nearly pleading voice.

Instead of replying, Adrien got up and stood beside her chair.

“Up. Now.” He demanded in a stern tone.

Marinette sighed in defeat before standing up and walking over to her bed.

Adrien walked her to her ladder before turning around to head back to the chaise.

“Wait, could you lay with me?” She asked, looking away from him and towards the ground. “It’s just that whenever Alya sleeps over and cuddles with me I fall asleep faster.” She admitted.

Adrien chuckled before nodding.

He followed her up into the bed and climbed in after her.

She laid down and felt his warmth curl up around her.

She fell asleep almost in an instant.

She awoke the next morning on his chest. She could feel it rise and fall. She could feel his hands playing with the loose strands of her braid. It felt amazing.

She opened her eyes and turned her head up to look at him.

“Morning beautiful.” He said in the glow of the sunrise.

Marinett blushed and buried her face deeper into his chest, resting on cloud nine.

@adrinetteapril

End Notes- This was supposed to be a lot shorter than it is but I adore them so it’s ok. Leave a like, reply, and share if you enjoyed, see you soon!

[muertawrites]

Two Halves - Chapter Five (Zuko x Reader)

Part Four

Word Count: 3,300

Author’s Note: I was up until 4am finishing this on Thursday night, and honestly, the way my single brain cell was barely functioning at that point, I’m surprised this even got done, let alone that it got done relatively well. We’re also getting super close to 1,000 followers, so if you like this series or any of my other works, PLEASE subscribe! I’ve got some fun stuff planned once we get there that I’m really excited to start planning! 

~ Muerta

Despite their rocky beginning, your first few weeks as Lady of the Fire Nation go surprisingly well. After your conflict with Advisor Lin, everyone begins to treat you with newfound respect - even Zuko. Your first breakfast together was the last time he advised any of your aids to be moderate or keep their distance from you, instead encouraging them to speak to you as directly as they would him, openly reproving them when they treat you as if you aren't capable of grasping everything they face you with; of course, you very much feel like you aren't, remaining stoic during morning briefings in the dining room while inwardly panicking, hearing everything but only able to decipher about half of it. You’re lucky you’re still shadowing the Firelord, learning your place and duties; once you’re sent out on your own, you have a feeling you’ll drown before you even get the chance to tread water. 

Protective as he is, Sokka arranges to stay in the palace until you’re completely settled, stating that it’s his duty as the chief ambassador for the Southern Water Tribe; you know that the real reason is because he’s worried to death about you, trying his hardest to keep up the tough, unflappable big brother act for nobody's sake but his own. Toph also decides to extend her trip, quite concerned herself but mostly using the political tension as an excuse to catch up with you, Zuko, and Iroh - you don't mind, since having her around is an endless comfort to you, and you often invite her to sleep in your room so you can pretend that you’re just two friends enjoying normal young adult lives. 

Each day spent in Firelady prep school is a new lesson in what exactly the role means, and you’re quickly finding that it’s much more than observing any of the first ladies of the Water Tribe could have ever prepared you for. They were considered accessories to their chiefs, appearing beside their husbands mostly for aesthetics and only truly serving the purpose of giving birth to sons to take his place; as the Firelord’s wife, you’re seen as an extension of him, and he an extension of you. Your people view you as the monarch and matriarch of a massive, powerful clan, and expect you to live and act in sync with one another for the betterment of your children, both literal and metaphorical. Nation comes before everything, any action that could suggest intentions otherwise criticized with the utmost scrutiny; disgrace is all too easy, while honor seems near impossible. 

You have tea with Zuko every night before bed; the more you learn about the culture of his upbringing, the more you empathize with his younger self. 

“I understand now why you were so angry,” you admit to him one night. “They make you feel as if just being human were a mistake. I'm already frustrated - I can't imagine what seventeen years of it was like.”

Zuko hums, his face taking on a wistful, somber expression. 

“That's what my father did to me,” he explains. “Everything was wrong, even if it was what felt natural.” 

He takes your hand in his, his thumb grazing over your knuckles as he gazes off in thought. 

“We can change that, though,” he tells you. “Things already feel better with you here.” 

For a country that just ended a century long war in which they were the main aggressor, you would think that your advisors would put more energy into matters of diplomatic affairs than your image. 

“I'm just uncertain what a choice like this could make the nation feel,” Advisor Yong says. “We’re already walking a very delicate line.”

You stand in one of the palace’s many meeting parlors with Zuko, Advisors Yong and Sung, Sokka, Iroh, and the royal seamstress, pouring over multiple yards of fabric she's brought for the robes that will immortalize you in your wedding portrait. For the past forty-five minutes, you've been debating whether you should be pictured wearing Fire Nation or Water Tribe clothes - the proceedings have been dismal at best. 

“The representation of our tribe is important to our people,” Sokka replies to Advisor Yong. “We’ve been small for decades, and mostly because of the Fire Nation - she should wear a traditional dress.” 

“But certain people in our nation are still very put off by the idea of a foreign queen,” Advisor Yong argues. “A man was already killed over the matter; embracing it so fully could spark anger and endanger her and the Firelord even more.” 

In the time you've spent with Advisor Yong, she's grown to be your favorite of anyone within the royal council. Her small stature and plump, motherly features make her seem gentle and subdued, but her kindness only runs so deep; when faced with confrontation, she's like an angry bull - fierce, but in a way that's so swift and graceful, you barely notice her goring into you until she's shredded you to pieces. She's been one of your most supportive council members as well, guiding you in matters of proper Fire Nation etiquette and culture and sticking her neck out farther than could possibly be expected to keep you safe. You can see Sokka getting irritable, but you know she speaks with a voice that only has your best interests in mind. 

“Perhaps we should consider the external perception,” Advisor Sung suggests. His soft spoken manner is a welcome reprieve from the increasing bitterness in Yong and Sokka’s tones. “Yes, it's quite important that the Southern Tribe is recognized, and doing so will present a compassionate image of our nation. On the other hand, however, having our lord and lady in different traditional dress could suggest division; picturing them as the same would imply a more unified pair.” 

“Maybe we should put Zuko in a Water Tribe outfit,” you suggest flatly. “Make it look like we’re pushing you guys around for a change.” 

Zuko snickers beside you, raising a hand to his mouth to (ineffectively) stifle the sound under the guise of a cough. The rest of the room is deathly silent, its occupants either oblivious to your sarcasm or deeply unamused by it. 

“I believe what our lady is trying to convey,” Iroh chimes in, “is that we have hardly taken her own thoughts into consideration. After all, it is her marriage and her people she must represent.” 

“Okay, so what do you think?” Sokka prods, turning to you. “Do you want to wear Fire Nation clothes or Water Tribe ones?”

You sigh, dropping your eyes to the mixture of red and blue fabric sprawled out before you. 

“Honestly? I don't know,” you confess. “There are too many issues with either choice. I think we need more time to gauge how people react to me just being here before we decide.” 

“My lady, I understand,” Advisor Yong says, “but as cautious as we have to be, we can't be too hesitant; you can’t possibly hope to bear children in a few months’ time if we can't come to a decision on something like this in a timely manner.”  

You and Zuko both jolt, instinctively backing away from one another.

“Children will come much later,” Zuko sputters, his cheeks turning the same shade as his robes. “Right now we have to focus on getting the people of our nations to agree with each other.” 

“And children are an important part of doing so,” Advisor Yong explains. “They’ll serve to physically embody the union of the two nations; the sooner you become pregnant, my lady, the quicker we may resolve the issue.” 

“I’m not going to bring a baby into this world just to be a political pawn,” you snap, a bit more harshly than you intend to. “That wouldn’t be fair and I couldn’t do that to my kid.” 

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Zuko glance at you with an expression you can’t quite place. You want to reach for him but restrain yourself, feeling strange about showing him any sort of intimacy with an audience. 

“We need to decide what will be done about this portrait before we decide what will be done about heirs,” Iroh agrees. “We should give our lady more time to think on the matter. Could we spare another day?” 

Advisors Yong and Sung look to one another, Advisor Sung nodding his compliance. Advisor Yong also concedes, her tone almost apologetic when she speaks. 

“Another day will be just fine,” she says. “We’ll leave the final decision to you and your husband, my lady. Have Rina bring your instructions to the seamstress when you’re ready.” 

Your stomach flutters manically when you hear the words “your husband”. Advisor Yong has never referred to him as such, only ever calling him “the Firelord”; somehow, coming from her, the title feels much more significant than just the result of an arranged marriage. 

You flop down in the grass beside Zuko, burying your face in the sleeves of your robe. He chuckles, tossing another apple peel to the turtle ducks in the courtyard pond. 

“At least they’re being nice,” he consoles you. “Advisor Yong called me a coward in front of the whole council when I told her I wasn’t sure about getting married. She was right, but it’s hard getting your ass handed to you by someone who looks like a sweet little grandmother.” 

You sigh, rolling over onto your back and tilting your head to look up at him. He gives you a faint, assuring smile, which you can’t help but return. 

“I totally understand why you snapped when we were kids,” you tell him. “I’ve been here less than a month and I already want to go apeshit. Did you know that one of our advisors told me to take my betrothal necklace off the other day? The slimy little bastard waited until you left the room to do it, too! He told me it made me look less like a ‘naturalized Fire Nation woman’, and I told him that anyone who expected me to look like one was either stupid or delusional. And what, we need to have kids right way for the sake of political leverage? That’s horrible! What kind of monster brings a child into the world just to use them their whole life??” 

You draw back when you notice Zuko’s fallen expression. You’ve sat up by this point, and your near-screaming has scared the turtle ducks to the other side of the pond. You feel your heart drop into your gut, wishing you could take the words back. 

“Oh, Zuko,” you breathe. “I’m sorry. I didn’t…” 

Zuko shakes his head, closing his eyes and taking a deep, measured breath. You watch his chest rise and fall, his shoulders loosening as he exhales. When he opens his eyes again, he meets yours, the knot between his brows unraveling. 

“It’s okay,” he murmurs. “I know. My father was a monster. And my mother… she just did what she was told. I never realized how much she sacrificed for me until she was gone.” 

You inch closer to him, warily reaching for his hand. He takes it, lacing his fingers with yours and gently tugging you to sit beside him, reclining against the trunk of an ancient maple tree. He leans into you, clutching your hand tightly. 

“Sometimes I wish the worst thing he did to me was use me,” he laments. “Then maybe I wouldn’t have done such awful things to the people who loved me.” 

“Zuko,” you whisper, tightly squeezing his hand, “you’re not your father. Just the fact that you asked me to marry you proves that. You didn’t choose your family based on who would make you powerful. You chose me because you love my siblings, and they love you, and that’s exactly why I agreed to be with you. I never met your father, but I know for a fact that he never knew love like you do; he wouldn’t allow himself to because he thought it was weakness. But you’re so much stronger than he is, and could ever be, because Katara and Sokka, Aang and Toph, and Iroh - all of us are here with you. You allow yourself to show weakness in loving us, which is the bravest thing you could ever do. You are nothing like Ozai.” 

To your surprise, Zuko smirks at you; the corners of his eyes glimmer with the buds of tears, however, and the rest of his features don’t rise to match the expression on his lips. 

“No wonder Uncle likes you so much,” he says. “You sound just like him.” 

You scoff, punching him in the shoulder. He laughs, playfully tossing you over his lap and pinching the soft sides of your stomach, an area he discovered was sensitive by accident one day whilst he was walking you through the palace; you giggle hysterically, trying in vain to fend off the attack. He retreats after a little while, sighing as he cradles you in his arms - your head presses to his chest while his chin rests atop your head, hugging you tightly in a way he hasn’t done before. You wrap yourself around him, arms latching about his waist to hold him just as closely. 

“I won’t let them pressure us,” he assures you. “We’re family, and we have to take care of each other. That’s all I ever want to do for you.” 

You nestle into him, curling your body closer to his while your arms squeeze at his sides. He kisses the crest of your head, a rare display of affection he’s only done a handful of times - it makes you realize that even when you were teenagers, and Sokka started to make serious suggestions about keeping his promise of marrying you after Hakoda left you in his care, he never once made you feel as safe as Zuko does. 

“I hope I wasn't interrupting anything with my invitation,” Iroh greets you when you arrive at his chambers. 

Before your nightly pot of tea with Zuko, a messenger came to your quarters telling you that Iroh wished to see you; when you asked why, the messenger told you that the general wanted to teach you to play Pai Sho. You looked to Zuko quizzically, wondering what was so important about knowing how to play a board game that you needed to be summoned so late in the evening, and he sent you off, assuring you that, knowing Iroh, it was worth taking up the offer. 

“Just Zuko’s tea,” you tell him, “which, if it weren't for his company, I think I'd bail on every night.” 

Iroh chuckles, leading you inside and lowering you onto a cushion on one end of a large Pai Sho table; he takes the other seat, smiling good-naturedly at you. 

“Unfortunately, my nephew has never quite taken to the art of tea brewing,” he says, “no matter how many times I've tried to teach him; I take comfort in the fact that he's much better with a sword than I am, instead.” 

You grin, watching as the old man spreads a set of tiles across the game board. 

“Do you know of the significance of Pai Sho within the royal families of the Fire Nation?” he asks; you shake your head in response. 

“It is traditionally learned as a way of teaching our young leaders to rule with strategy,” he explains. “It is meant to teach a balance between inner passions and outward logic, as well as how to observe one’s peers; those who practice Pai Sho diligently know how to pinpoint an opponent’s weaknesses while understanding and controlling their own, keeping others from using their shortcomings against them.

“Each tile has a meaning,” he continues, “and represents a different positive or negative attribute. They may only move in certain ways, but can change their effect on the game based on how the player chooses to use them within each environment. For example…” 

Iroh goes on to explain each tile and its movements to you, walking you through each element of the game and practicing different tiles with you until you can actually place them in a somewhat skilled way. When you're comfortable, he plays a simple game with you, aiding you in which possibilities cause which consequences and pointing out ways you can better defend your side of the board. You play five games with him in total, never winning but trying as if you stood a chance against such a skilled player as him. 

When you lose the last game, Iroh removes the last tile you played and replaces it with the white lotus - you quirk your brow, wondering why that would be the better move. 

“I thought the white lotus was a weak tile,” you question him. “Why put it up against something as strong as the flame tile?” 

“There are no weak tiles in Pai Sho,” Iroh instructs you, “only ones that are often overlooked. Sometimes we must look at things from a different perspective, you see; manipulate the odds by doing something unorthodox and unexpected. If your opponent cannot anticipate your actions, they cannot overcome you.” 

Iroh removes the white lotus from the board, taking your hand within his and placing it in your open palm. He folds your fingers over it, closing your hand between both of his. 

“Keep this with you,” he says. “It may help you someday.” 

“But won't your board be incomplete?” you ask. 

Iroh chuckles, giving you a mischievous wink that makes you feel almost as if the man is in some way omniscient. 

“I have plenty of others,” he assures you. “It will do much more good in your hands.” 

The next day, you accompany Rina to the seamstress’s workshop, wanting to give her the instructions for your portrait dress yourself. When you tell her this, Rina is clearly confused - she gently attempts to explain to you that it isn’t necessary, that she’s supposed to handle these sorts of things for you, but once you reveal what you have in mind, she shifts completely. 

“The council is going to hate that,” she says. “I think it’s a great idea. I can take you to the seamstress, come with me.” 

When you relay your plans to the seamstress, she’s also shocked - her eyes widen, and she physically backs away from you as if even considering following your orders will get her executed for treason. 

“Are you sure?” she asks. “It isn’t what the Firelady would typically do…” 

“And I’m not a typical Firelady,” you reply, your tone bright and straightforward. “I’ve been asked to do what will create compromise, and this is the best compromise I can think of; I’m simply doing what I’m meant to.” 

The seamstress agrees, but only after you give her your vow that she won’t take any of the blame should the idea backfire (you're in charge, after all, so what can anyone do? She’s just following orders.)

In white fabric, she makes a set of robes for Zuko and a dress for you, each including elements crafted in Fire Nation and Water Tribe tradition. She then takes each set to its own vat of hot water, adding blue dye to one and red dye to the other - she places the pieces in, looking nervously up at you as you approach the twin cauldrons.

“I just want to make one last adjustment,” you tell her. 

Before she can respond, you take a bucket of blue dye and a bucket of red and tip each one into the opposite vat. The garments swirl as if caught in the midst of a tempestuous storm, the dye bleeding into the pristine fabric until it stains a shade of vivid, furious purple. 

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Character Recap! Gen 2

After a good break to sort my life out, I decided that it would be good to do an update on everybody (yup, this is one of those posts) Why, you ask? Because I enjoy driving myself crazy by creating unnecessary amounts of work for myself - but y’all knew that already 😂 Keeping in line with that theme, one night at 4am I decided that I wanted to revamp my character pages (which ended up being my whole Tumblr theme) which would require updated pictures of everybody. I don’t know what possessed me to dredge up my old coding knowledge - if you can even call it knowledge- but I’m still in the process of finishing the character pages for gen 3 because there’s so many of them. 😅

Even though we’re on gen 3 officially, these characters are still mentioned in some parts of the story, and I also find it hard to let go of these since they’re my OG 8, the first sims born in game that I’ve ‘raised’. I’ve only just had the time to sit down and calculate peoples ages, meaning that the first 2 couples should technically still be adults, but I’m not reversing the aging process - we’re too far in 😂

I’ve updated my character’s page for gen 2 (gen 3 is almost done, but this isn’t about them 😂) I decided to add the ‘labels’ for each couples (where they fall on the fundie scale) because then it would align with what I do for gen 3′s character pages and how I label them. I tried to summarize all the ‘yikes’ bits of the relationships with the bulletpoints to truly highlight the 🥴-iness of it all you know? 

Allan & Casandra 

Meet Allan (54) and Casandra Collins (51) - Here’s a quick recap of their relationship:

They met at Family Bible Camp at 22 and 18 respectively, and were married 5 months later - both had their first kiss at the altar.

They continued to live as quiverfull fundamentalists after their marriage, subscribing to conservative biblical modesty standards, meaning that Casandra (and their subsequent daughters) wear skirts and dresses. They pledged to allow the Lord to decide their family size which led to 15 children - 13 living and 2 miscarriages.

Allan works as the Head Pastor at Newcrest Baptist Church along with being on the Board of Directors for the Centre For Learning and Life, whilst Casandra homeschools their children still at home and ministers to the women of the church in her duties as the Pastor’s wife. When she’s not doing that she’s visiting her grandchildren that live in town, or traveling to see the children and grandchildren that live elsewhere.

Here they are with all their children:

Back L-R: Adalynn (32), Barrett (31), Macie (31), Zoe (29), Maggie (25), Reece (24), Beckett (23)

Front L-R: Amira (22), Priscilla (20), Annette (20), Allan (54), Casandra (51), Charles (18), Parker (17), Ashton (15)

Branden & Lea

Meet Branden (52) and Lea (50) Collins - A recap of their relationship

They met when Lea’s family visited Newcrest Baptist so her father could give the sermon as the visiting pastor when he was 17 and she was 16, and they were married a year later - they saved their first kiss for their wedding day.

They had trouble having children for the first year and a half of their marriage, eventually having their twin girls Abbey and Brittany (28), their son Tanner (25) joined the family 3 years later.

Branden is now a retired Christian novelist, whose books have been bestsellers and he travels from church to church to run writing seminars for authors who are hoping to make it in the business. Lea stays at home and tends to her garden now that all their children are grown. She started the garden in their time before children and that garden has grown to be a local hit - she’s been selling the honey made by their bees and runs workshops to teach young women how to start their gardens to promote healthy eating. She travels along with Branden when he's teaching somewhere, and if she doesn’t she’s visiting her grandchildren.

Here they are with their children:

Front L-R: Abbey (28), Brittany (28), and Tanner (25)

Claire & Ryan

Meet Claire (51) and Ryan Paulson (55) - Here’s their recap:

They met when Claire travelled with a music group to perform at Ryan’s home church when she was 20 and he was 24, they were engaged 3 months later and married 3 months after that - they too had their first kiss at the altar.

They too pledged to allow the Lord to decide their family size and ended up having 10 children, like their parents they subscribe to conservative biblical modesty standards, meaning that the girls in the family wear skirts and dresses only.

Ryan runs his own IT business whilst Claire is a renowned Christian musician. Despite her immense talent, Claire’s main focus was and still is homeschooling her children and being a keeper of the home. As Ryan is his own boss, he is able to travel with Claire whenever she travels to teach of perform, she’s taught their children (who’ve seemingly inherited her talent) and the family performs at various events.

Here they are with their children:

Back L-R: Carter (30), Valentina (28), Alan (27), Celeste (26), Kristyn (24), Sabrina (24)

Front L-R: Jarrod (20), Zachary (18), Conner (15), Jarrett (15)

Danielle & Sebastian

Meet Danielle (51) and Sebastian (53) Hunt - Here’s a recap of their lives:

They met when he moved to Newcrest for his Veterinary residency and started attending their church, where during their courtship they both realised they had a shared love of nature and animals. 6 months later they were married, at the ages of 28 and 30.

They struggled to have children, and when Danielle did get pregnant 3 years into the marriage they ended up losing that pregnancy in the 3rd trimester - Danielle was pregnant with a baby girl they named Sarah. The next year they got pregnant and had their son James (19), and 4 years later they had their daughter Gabriela (15).

Sebastian runs a Vet Clinic in Brindleton Bay and Danielle stays at home to homeschool Gabriela, she does work at the clinic when she has the time and is responsible for the bookkeeping.

Here’s their family:

Elaine & Taylor

Meet Elaine (48) and Taylor (49) Godwin - Here’s a recap of their lives so far:

They met when Taylor moved to Newcrest to be a commuter into the city for his job as an engineer, and started attending their church. They courted for a year before marrying at the ages of  24 and 25.

They had their daughter Kyra (23) a year into their marriage, followed by twins Rory and Ruby Rae (17) 6 years later, Ava Grace (15) was born 2 years after the twins, and the youngest Amelia (11) was born 4 years after Ava.

Taylor works as a mechanical engineer whilst Elaine uses her teaching degree to homeschool the children and teach at the local homeschool co-op. Elaine wanted her children to have the experience of being taught by more than one person, but wanted control of their curriculum, meaning that the co-op was the best thing for them.

Here’s their family:

Fletcher & Cara

Here’s Fletcher (45) and Cara Collins (44) - Here’s a recap of their lives:

They met at Cara’s university when Fletcher was 22 and Cara was 20 and married 3 years later at the ages of 24 and 23 respectively. They set their own standards and therefore kissed before marriage. 7 years into their marriage they had their only child, a son that names James Lee (14)

Whilst Fletcher was raised in a conservative, fundamentalist household, Cara was raised in a less strict conservative Christian home and they chose to realign with less strict rules for their lives. 

Fletcher works as a Sergeant for the Newcrest Police Department and Cara works as a fundraising specialist for the local Conservative party in Newcrest. 

Here’s their family:

Grayson and Keira

Meet Grayson (42) and Keira (40) Collins - Here’s a recap of their lives:

They met when Keira moved to Newcrest to work as a Nurse in the pediatrics ward at Newcrest General hospital, Grayson had begun his rotations and they were in the same orientation group. Keira also joined Newcrest Baptist, their relationship blossomed from there and married after dating for a year and a half at the ages of 26 and 24.

They were open to having as many children as the Lord saw fit to provide, and they had their son Matthew (14)  2 years into their marriage, followed by their son Archie (11) 3 years later. There were complications during Archie’s birth that lead to Keira having a partial hysterectomy to save her life, meaning that their family is complete with their 2 boys.

Grayson works as an Obstetrician/Gynaecologist at Newcrest General, and Keira worked as a Nurse until they had their children. They’ve chosen to homeschool their children until high school, after which they enroll them in a private Christian high school. Once Archie the youngest moves into high school, Keira plans to return back to work at the hospital.

Here’s their family:

Harley & Gabriel

Meet Harley (42) and Gabriel (45) Barnard - Here’s a recap of their relationship:

They met at a dinner party in San Myshuno, they became fast friends and started dating a year after they met. They dated for 2 years before getting married at the ages of 28 and 21.

Harley was the first of her female siblings to go to college, she has a 1st class degree in Fine Arts with a focus on Fashion. She’s also the first of her female siblings to work a full time job. After going to college, Harley realised she was more like her older brother Fletcher and his wife in terms of beliefs, so when she married Gabriel they both agreed that in terms of beliefs that they’d attend a conservative non-fundamentalist church in San Myshuno. They both chose not to have children, so they spend time with their nieces and nephews, as well as the children their nieces and nephews.

Gabriel works as the Head Chef of a 5 star restaurant in the city, and Harley is the Editor-in-Chief of the popular fashion magazine ‘Myshuno Madness’

Gen 2 total: 8 sims (16 if you count the spouses)

Aaaand that is the first reintroduction post! Posts will restart after this one, mostly because I need queue some things up before doing the gen 3 posts so that I don’t need to worry about spoilers 😂