#on paper i make more than my mother made and raised three kids on

[keirametzbrassknuckles]

Very much a monkeys paw situation that I asked the universe for a job in my industry making minimum X (because I did the math and that would be the minimum to be comfortable for me and how I live) and got one except the X is only on paper and the paychecks never come on time and when they do they bounce and I'm living in more financial insecurity and poverty than I ever did when I worked for minimum wage at fucking H&M as a cashier.

[penkura]

OP Men as Dads Part 3

Note: Part 3, Part 3!! I was asked by someone on AO3 to add Luffy, so I did that! I still view Luffy more as a brother or son, so I still don't expect to write anything romantic for him, but this I can do! I hope you all enjoy!

Franky probably didn’t even think he’d ever get the chance to have kids, not after the train accident you know, but he’s excited for it! You’d have two boys around three to four years apart that are just like Franky in every way, but the older would be a bit more shy than the younger. They’ll both spend a lot of time with Franky in his workshop when they get old enough, they’ve got a knack for shipwright work and it almost brings a tear to Franky’s eye to see them sketching their own ship designs on whatever scraps of paper they can find. Your boys love you too of course! The two will bring their drawings to show you and ask your opinion, you have to tell them everything on your mind or they won’t go back to drawing, mama’s thoughts matter! It becomes family time to go over the sketches your boys made during the day, they want to do you and Franky proud in everything, but nothing they do could ever make you love them less.

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Katakuri has planned to have kids for a while, even though he’s already 48, he still wants to have a few and be a father to them. He’ll raise them differently from how he was raised, but still love them dearly and want only the best for them! You’ll both be surprised when you only have one first, a little girl who has Katakuri wrapped around her finger as soon as she’s born and handed to him. She’s so tiny, he’d be content to have just her if she’s all you were blessed with. Fast forward five years and there’s a set of wailing triplets that you also didn’t expect to have, but the three boys are more than you ever could’ve asked for and their big sister loves them just as quickly. She begs to see them as soon as their born, Katakuri brings her by that day to see you and them, and she has to gold all three in a row immediately. After that, a set of twin girls comes along a few years later, your oldest isn’t the only girl anymore and she’s still just as happy to have new siblings at around ten-years-old, your five-year-old set of triplets also excited. Katakuri loves and thanks you so much for the family you’ve made with him, even if you tell him your twin girls are it, you’re done. He's happy with what you have, grateful for your love and children.

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Killer is absolutely a great dad, you couldn’t have asked for anyone better to be your partner and father to your children. You have a boy first off, with your eyes and blond hair, he wants to be just like his dad when he grows up! A couple years later comes a little girl, she’s a surprise but a pleasant one at that. You didn’t really expect her to have Killer wrapped around her finger in a heartbeat but the second he saw her it was over, he became wholly devoted to your little girl and making sure she was happy as could be. You’ve come back to your family multiple times seeing Killer either having a tea party with your daughter or playing some make believe game with both your children, he normally plays the damsel in distress for their enjoyment. Your kids can see people act oddly around Killer when they recognize him, but neither of them care to know why, they’re still quite young, and they only care that they’re dad loves and takes care of them alongside you. All that matters to them is that Killer is around to play with them and eventually start teaching them to protect themselves.

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Luffy would be the fun dad, no doubt in my mind! Like how Ace would have three daughters, I can see Luffy having three sons! Probably twins at first, then another son a couple years later, the three having the same dynamic that he had with Sabo and Ace when they were kids! They’d all look like Luffy, except your middle child would have your eyes, a small piece that shows yes, you’re the mother to these three rugrats. All three dream of being pirates, its their favorite game to plan, especially so since their dad is King of the Pirates. After all, who better to tell you how the pirate life works than him?? With all of the Straw Hats around, your sons would be protect from the moment they hear you’re pregnant, everyone being the best aunts and uncles around as soon as they’re born. Luffy would be the most protective of course, but he’d still give your sons the freedom to do what they want and to grow and learn how the world works. Being a pirate is about freedom, isn’t it? Your sons will never have to wonder if they’re loved or wanted, everything you and Luffy do is for them.

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I honestly see Mihawk with one child, a daughter. She’d be an unexpected blessing that has him around her tiny finger the moment she takes her first breath. He’d never let her, or you of course, out of his sight, unless he absolutely had to go to a Warlord meeting or something like that. When Zoro and Perona show up, they’re both flabbergasted that the Dracule Mihawk has a child, and that she’s a cute baby girl, only a few months old! Perona will try to dress her up in frilly dresses but your daughter will cry, which ends with Mihawk taking her back and demanding Perona stop using his daughter like a dress up doll. The funny thing is, your daughter will be absolutely enthralled with Zoro, she’ll fuss until he holds her, sometimes he’s the only one who can get her down for a nap or to sleep at night. The number of times Mihawk has caught Zoro training with your daughter strapped to his back or the two napping together warms his heart, maybe having the two freeloaders around isn’t so bad.

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Sabo never thought too much about having kids. It was a nice idea, but he didn’t have any strong opinions about it. Then of course, you showed up and he started to have dreamy ideas of his own family and children with you as the mother. Your first is a little girl, blonde as her dad and just as rambunctious. She’ll chase down everyone that she can’t to play with her and grab their attention for whatever story she’s made up, Sabo especially listens intently to her, giving her a smile, asking questions, and responding to everything she says positively. After your daughter comes two boys, one after the other just a couple years apart, and both times Sabo can’t believe he’s so lucky to have you and your children. Your sons look more like you, though your youngest has Sabo’s hair just like your daughter. He’s more shy than either of his siblings, but with Sabo he’s more open and talkative. Your first son may be the middle child, but he’s also the one who becomes more interested in the Revolutionary Army’s work. Although Sabo knows that all of them may become interested one day, wanting to join, he hopes that their work can be completed first and your children will be able to love safe, comfortable lives as they grow up.

[heavenlyraindrops]

The Devil Made Me Do It | Arcane | Silco x Reader | Chapter Three

also available on AO3 and Quotev | visit first tag to find other chapters | warnings: pre- s1 (for now), mentions of pregnancy (you’re not the one who’s pregnant dont worry), smoking

summary:

In the midst of an unfortunate run-in with the enforcers, you meet the young revolutionary Silco, and by extension, his friends Vander and Felicia. Growing close friends, you get through life in the undercity together, determined to make Zaun a better place. Until tragedy strikes, and betrayal and carelessness stabs hard enough to turn you bitter. Years later as time solidifies the scars, Silco proves to be a thorn in your side. You, in his. Hatred festers. And your world cracks further open.

Chapter Three:

Caring for Alice had proved harder than you’d expected. You needed places to leave her while you went out to run errands too- the enforcers had quit looking for her, assuming she was dead.

You’d grown closer to Vander too, and Felicia, through Silco. A day or two whining at the bar had resulted in Vander offering to keep her at the bar during the day.

You narrowed your eyes at him, swirling your straw around in your cup before taking a long sip. Felicia put her hand on your shoulder.

“It’s fine, [name]. Vander’s good with kids.” She flashed you a toothy grin. You slowly exhaled, not moving to shrug her hand off. You peered over the counter to see Alice with her back pressed to the inside of the bar, scribbling on a piece of paper.

“Fine, I guess. But don’t let her out.”

“You know it’s calm during the day. She’ll be fine.”

“Not a foot outside the building.”

Silco stepped out from the back, a book clutched in his hand. You looked at him, studying his face slowly. 

“How about you tell me.” You flicked your head towards him, and he raised an eyebrow. “Should I leave Alice here during the day?”

He grinned, and you could see his chipped tooth. “She’ll be fine here.”

That reassured you, and you quickly took another long sip from your drink.

So it was decided. While you went out to make whatever money you could, instead of locking Alice up in your tiny apartment you left her at the Last Drop, where Vander and Felicia would keep an eye on her.

You stood up, the barstool scraping, and went round to Alice. “Come on. It’s time to go home.” She stood up, handing you the crumpled piece of paper. It was a drawing of you both.

“This is lovely,” you cooed as you led her out of the bar, flashing the three a grateful smile as the door shut. And you took her home.

Over time you’d grown a maternal love for her. She kept your lonely self company, when Silco wasn’t around. And Felicia and Vander just weren’t the same. Seated in your cold apartment, you brushed through her tangled hair, shared a mediocre dinner, and went to bed.

Tangled in the sheets for warmth, she clutched your shirt. “Is mommy coming back?” She mumbled, half asleep yet still wide eyed. A sharp stab of guilt tore at your chest.

“No,” you whispered, and wrapped your arm around her, burying her into the crook of your neck. 

“Are you my mommy now?” Her voice was so small it broke your heart even more.

“Yes baby,” you reassured her. “You have me now.”

You both fell asleep.

-

“She thinks I’m her mother now.”

You took a drag of the cigarette, looking out over the rooftops. The sky was clear, azure blue hanging over you both like a blanket. Silco side-eyed you, reaching for the cigarette.

You turned and blew smoke in his face, making him recoil, and laughed at his face. He indignantly snatched the cigarette from you and took a flustered drag on it.

“Aren’t you?”

“Well I-“ you stared at him. “I don’t know. I guess I… stepped up.”

“Certainly,” he drawled, smoke wafting through the hair. You scooted closer to him and reached for the cigarette, fingers closing around his. He looked at you.

“I’ve been thinking,” you said quietly. “You’re sure she’s safe with Vander?”

He smiled softly, and let you take the cigarette from his hands. “I’m sure.”

“If anything happens to her, I’ll kill myself.”

The heavy words escaped you so easily you hardly noticed. Silco flinched, and put a hand on your knee, chuckling nervously.

“Please don’t.”

Your eyes flew to his hand. He snatched it away.

“Where have you been, Silco?” You asked, voice dropping low again. “I haven’t seen you in a week. And that hair-“ you moved to brush a lock of hair obscuring part of his face. “It’s getting in the-…”

He stared at you. “What?”

“Where did this come from?” You lightly poked the bruise, and he flinched, snapping his head away. “Silco.”

“You know people get into scrapes. It’s fine.”

“Right, but you don’t. And this looks bad.” Your fingertips traced down his cheekbone to the cut across his jaw.

“It’s fine, [name].” He grabbed your wrist. “I’m fine.”

“Just promise you’ll be safe.” You took a drag of the cigarette.

“Of course I do.”

You blew the smoke in his face and he frowned.

“Promise.”

He sighed, relenting. “I promise I’ll be safe.”

You leaned your head on his shoulder and offered him the cancer stick. “Good,” you hummed contentedly, feeling him tense then relax beneath your cheek as he gingerly plucked it from your fingers.

You weren’t sure if he was holding up on the promise.

Days after that he’d return with more bruises, or simply not show up at all. You would stay up on the roof until it was time for you to leave, and wouldn’t find him at the Last Drop either. Vander and Felicia were rather unhelpful considering his whereabouts, and he refused to speak of them. Another evening of waiting on the roof, he arrived late.

You sat up, watching him slightly shake as he dropped down next to you. His lip was split.

“Silco.” Your voice was strained.

“What?” He sounded slightly breathless. “I made it.”

“What are you getting yourself into?” Your voice shook, and he blanched, shocked at the genuine worry in your tone. “Tell me the truth.”

“[name], I…”

“Please. You promised me.”

After a long moment of studying your face, he sighed. “You can’t tell anyone, [name].” You circled your arms around his.

“I won’t,” you pleaded. “Please.”

“I… I’m a member of a-“ he cleared his throat. “Resistance group.”

You stared at him, waiting for him to elaborate.

“The Children of Zaun.”

He didn’t say anything more. You sat up straight, pulling away from him. “That’s it?” Your voice was a dangerous whisper. “That’s all you’ll tell me?”

“For your safety.” He sounded urgent. 

You stayed quiet, unsure of what to say. In truth, your heart was pounding with fear. For him. But then you nodded.

“Don’t die. If anything happens to you, I’ll kill myself.”

He seemed so sick at hearing those words you figured it would be enough to keep him cautious. 

“Now let me bum a cigarette.”

He relaxed, then chuckled, pulling out a pack. “You’ve bled me dry.”

“Don’t run dry then.” You watched as he placed one between his lips, and held out your lighter. He leaned into the flame. Pulled away. The lighter snapped shut. Inhaled. Moved the cigarette from his lips.

And blew the smoke in your face.

You coughed, shocked. “You- you bastard!”

But he was laughing.

You laughed too.

You leaned back into him. He let you.

“I know how much Zaun means to you,” you whispered. “I know you want a better place for the next generations.” You looked up at him, eyes saying one thing. But please be safe.

He stayed silent, looking back at you. And then he spoke softly. “Felicia’s pregnant.”

You sat up. “What?”

He grinned and nodded.

“Then- then who’s the father?”

“Connol.”

“Silco… this is…”

He looked at your unsure expression, and then held out the cigarette. “It’s good.”

You nodded. “It’s great.”

[neoninky]

So today I was binging Bridgerton cuz apparently I’m on a romantic drama spiral 😂 good ol stuffy British romances about rich people and their non-relatable problems 👍

Which has lead me to head canons surrounding a certain group of dashing young men who are basically from a historical drama…

Yes that’s right:

Diasomnia Courtship Head Canons

Featuring Lilia’s three sons (no this is not how I’m going to write them in my story-oh who am I kidding, yes it is 😂)

Tagging peeps for shenanigans: @nuitthegoddess @wysteriadelights @iscarlettappel @foxwitchaine @1ndigowitch @victoria1676

Malleus: The prince and soon-to-be king of Briar Valley, he is naturally expected to find himself a queen and future mother to his heirs. So courtship isn't something that comes as a surprise to him. In fact, it's something he was prepared for since he became old enough to understand what courtship and marriage even were.

For Malleus, this can go one of two ways: 1) if he's being forced to meet and court a some daughter of a noble family that he's not interested in, he'll be…avoidant. In other words, he out poofs away in firefly dust. Once the guards, or Silver and Sebek, OR Lilia, finally hunt him down and force him to show up, Malleus is polite. He goes through all the motions and acts like the perfect gentleman, but anyone who knows him well can see the distant, far-off look of escapism in his eyes.

OR 2) he's not only interested, he is INVESTED. Hoo boy, good luck stopping him from trying to be the only man on this girl's radar. Not only does he perform all the expected etiquette perfectly, Malleus Draconia is the epitome of "down bad". What's her favorite color? Favorite flowers? Does she like music? What's her favorite food??? This man will discover and procure all of it for her faster than lightning. Seven help him if she is (for some reason) not impressed, he'll be crushed. Seven help him if she is impressed and - dare it be so - shows appreciation and affection in return. Smitten doesn't even skim the surface, oof. Malleus Draconia needs to marry her now. His crew will have their hands full trying to help the love-struck royal not come on too strong (too late probably) or rush things too quickly. Either way, once his mind is made up, Malleus only has eyes for his queen.

Silver: Being a human raised primarily around fae folk or even half-fae folk, Silver is familiar with the range of courting rituals that various fae have performed over the years. Human courtship, on the other hand, well…he's a bit lost if not old-fashioned in that department. Mostly because of his lack of human interaction, but also because his father is Lilia. Self explanatory. He doesn't have a preference on fae women vs human/other women, though he understands that fae live far longer than humans so that might complicate things. Regardless, Silver is clumsy when wooing women (or anyone he might be interested in). He has the heart of the very best-boi boy but he can be a bit shy with showing/voicing his feelings at first.

The majority of his life has been dedicated to becoming a worthy knight for Malleus, though his school days allowed him some leisure and fun in between his training. Even so, Silver's bravery and tenacity in battle doesn't translate into romance. In fact, he often suffers from cold feet when faced with a potential crush/love interest. Silver logically knows certain things he can do to show his affection on paper. In action, however, he may need some help practice. Don't even get him started on the anxiety his sleep condition brings him. He gets so nervous about suddenly passing out in front of the girl he wants to romance that it will sometimes make him literally sick (poor guy). Once he FINALLY gets over his nerves and takes action, Silver can make his feelings known. It may be awkward but you won't find another more genuine confession from a guy who looked like he walked out of a fairy tale. Also don't be surprised if an army of woodland creatures was recruited to help out.

If rejected, Silver is nothing if not a man of honor. He sees no point in hounding a woman who isn't interested in him, no matter how much it hurts. If his feelings are reciprocated, the poor man might pass out from joy. If he prepares correctly, Silver drinks enough coffee to keep that from happening. Silver will then exhale in immense relief ask his beloved for an even more romantic date, which he spent at least three days planning out with the help of the other Diasomnia bois. Victory achieved.

Sebek: While Malleus is enthusiastic and full throttle and Silver is charmingly shy/awkward and slow to act, Sebek is somewhere in the middle. This man is and always has been very disciplined in all endeavors. For him, romance will be no different. Sebek Zigvolt has trained since childhood to be Malleus' knight. This is his greatest goal and ambition. Someday his lord will marry and have children, precious little princes and princesses! Naturally, their security and well-being are Sebek's top priority!! As such romance has been put on the back burner through the majority of Sebek's teen years.

Once Sebek sets his sights on courtship and romance, he will not settle for just anyone, no sir. He is a man with taste and standards. You know those girls who write down the traits of their ideal husbands in a list? Sebek is the male equivalent of that. It's not as shallow as it sounds, Sebek just knows what he wants. Granted he started the list when he was about 14 years old cough, so some things do change as he matures. Even so, Sebek is - like Silver - old-fashioned in romance. He knows all the moves: bringing her flowers on the first date, taking her on romantic moonlit walks while also respecting her boundaries and fighting off any hooligans that may threaten her dignity, getting her father's approval, the whole nine yards!

And boy is he prepared. He's actually quite proud - if not smug - of how much research he's put into properly courting a lady. His grandfather made sure to leave books out for him when he was young so of course he grew into an avid reader. Definitely learned a thing or two from romance novels but will not admit it out loud.

Either way, once Sebek finds his dream girl, he already has a strategy all mapped out. If one plan doesn't work, he's got backup plans. If things are going well, Sebek will not rush the courtship, but he will absolutely have the proposal and the wedding (hell, probably the honeymoon too dayum) all planned out in his head. If he somehow misses a detail, his mother and older sister will have at least five to ten different options at the ready to offer him and his lady love.

If for some reason Sebek's affections are rejected, he will put on a strong front…until he gets home/back to Malleus's castle and then he'll just fall to pieces. He's gonna need a grieving period, bless his heart. He will more than likely be a complete wreck until he gets the heartache completely out of his system.

If all goes well and Sebek does successfully get with his dream lady love, pssssh well OF COURSE he did! Was there ever any doubt?! Foolish humans, of course not! (Lies, Sebek definitely has moments of doubt that he covers up with loud outbursts and vigorous training to the point of exhaustion. Thank Seven that it did work out though, whew.)

BONUS:

Chaos ensues any time Lilia tries to make a meal to welcome his new 'daughters' to the family. The boys immediately go into covert ops to stop him from getting into the kitchen, sometimes asking their girlfriends/wives to help distract him or getting Lilia started on a story tangent about his travels, his glory days as a general, anything to keep him talking.

[zvtara-was-never-canon]

The double standard Zutara shippers have towards Mai vs Katara is absolutely icky. I saw a post a while ago (don’t remember the user) and screenshotted all the Mai can’t vs Katara can points. I’ll paste them here:

- Katara threatening Zuko if he dares to hurt Aang is a sign of reprimanded sexual tension, but Mai joking about Zuko never daring to break up with her again it's her being controlling.

- Katara screaming at Zuko that, to make her forgive him after he proved to have changed and be a better person to everyone else, he'll need to bring back her dead mother, as if 10 years old Zuko is responsible for Yon Ra killing Kya, is fair. Mai screaming at Zuko to leave her alone after he made a scene insulting her in front of a crowd is abusive, violent and toxic.

- Katara treating Zuko badly after he saved her from being crushed is legit and deserved. Mai slapping Zuko's hand away from her in two separate occasions because he wouldn't stop invading her boundaries after a highly emotional moment is harsh, undeserved and abusive.

- Zuko mocking Katara and telling her that he'll save her from the pirates is cute. Zuko being actually cute with his girlfriend is cringe and obviously something he didn't want to do.

- Katara splashing Zuko when he was kneeling down in the southern air temple episode is justified. Mai throwing a SHEET OF PAPER at him after he broke up with her and ghosted her is abusive and violent.

-Katara touching Zuko's scar in the catacombs to heal him is cute and a moment of trust. Mai touching Zuko's scar multiple times and him not being bothered by it in the slightest (even burying his scar in her hair) is a breech of trust and consent.

- Katara having many guys who have a crush on her throughout the series means she has rizz and that she's a catch. Mai having one boyfriend other than Zuko makes her a slut.

- Mai and Zuko being childhood friends to lovers is cringe and an overused trope, but then you'll go on the Zutara tag and find multiple fanarts of childhood friends Zutara AUs

- Katara establishing boundaries and making her stance on breeches of trust well known with multiple characters is good writing. Mai breaking up with Zuko after he lied to her multiple times means that she isn't worth sticking around, and is so selfish that she'll leave Zuko in a moment of need.

- Katara had three children while Mai only had Izumi, which means Katara is a better woman (yes, I've actually come across this kind of disgusting comment.)

- Zutarians claim that Katara is apparently reduced to a housewife and child bearer with no agency as Aang's wife (she is a well known master, wonderful healer AND politician as she made bloodbending illegal in canon), and would be better off as the fire lady (????), but at the same time Mai is nothing special because she is just the fire lord's wife while Katara is a master. Like, make it make sense. Being a fire lady is either "demeaning" for both or for neither.

+ Zutara fans making Izumi Zuko and Katara's daughter, and then proceeding to make a rant on how Mai is NOT Izumi's mom despite her looking exactly like Mai and Michi PLUS having "fountain" a significant name in Maiko's love story, in her name.

I’ve been silently reading all the anti zutara here and thought of sharing my piece. I would like to hear what you think too

God, the Izumi one pisses me off the most because:

1 - Neither Katara nor Zuko would EVER just refuse to raise or even acknowledge a child of theirs. Katara's whole trauma is about having to grow up too fast after her mother's death. Zuko's whole trauma is growing up with an abusive father that kicked him out of the house. They would NEVER abandon a child of theirs.

2 - Neither Katara nor Zuko would ever forgive a former partner if said partner had a kid with them and then abandoned said child, again, because of their own traumas.

But also HOLY SHIT, zutara's brand of "feminism" never ceases to shock me. "A better woman has more kids"? Seriously? And here I thought the worst take I'd ever see from them was "Zuko needs to marry a woman of a different race because his genes are bad, but he is one of the good ones, and Katara could fix his defective genetic that makes his kind more likely to be violent - no, I never heard the term 'eugenics', what's that?"

And yeah, funny how they're constantly going on and on about how being Fire Lady would totally "empower" Katara, but the second Mai is the one to marry Zuko, suddenly that role is oppressive and disrespectful towards a woman.

[a-killer-obsession]

Wavelengths [Killer x Reader, Heat x Reader]

🔞 Minors DNI 🔞

A search for a rumored Vegapunk weapon leads the Kid Pirates to an unexpected new crewmate, with a bloodlust that rivals their own and an incredible power.

CW: Please check AO3 for all current warnings, but general warning for smut, slow burn, serious gore, and really dark themes. AFAB reader, she/her pronouns.

Masterlist || AO3 || Chapter 1

Chapter 26 - Miscalculation

Oppsie whoopsie, someone made a little fuckie wuckie.

WC: ~3.5k

A/N: This chapter contains content that could be politically challenging for some. While this chapter comes off as a little bit pro-life vibes at times, this author is very much pro-choice and anyone who tries to start a debate about it in the comments will be swiftly blocked. Also there is quick mention of a medical procedure, but not the one you're thinking of.

Taglist: @h0n3y-l3m0n05 @tremendoushorsepatrolgoth @iggy5055

After showering you’d both settled in to sleep, with Killer lending you one of his old band shirts to sleep in. It was oversized and comfortable on you, more like a dress, and reminded you of when you first came on board and had to borrow his clothes after an untimely period. You woke early, overcome by nausea and running to the toilet. Killer sighed as he knelt on the bathroom tile behind you, holding your hair out of your face.

“Yin, it’s been almost three days since you started puking, are you sure you’re okay?” he asked with concern.

“Yeah, it's fine,” you groaned before puking again, “I hit my head last night, it's probably just that. I’ll be fine after a shower. What’s the time? I gotta get to the morning watch”

“No, you don’t,” Killer grumbled before scooping you up and placing you on the bench top next to the sink. You watched with fondness as he ran your toothbrush under the water to soften the bristles before adding toothpaste and handing it to you. You started brushing obediently, washing away any hint of puke from your mouth. “Heat volunteered to take the next shift so you can sleep in, you had a rough night”

“I’m fine, really!” you pouted after spitting the toothpaste, hopping off the counter and rinsing your mouth with a hand scoop of water.

“You’re not, you need to go see Mohawk again,” Killer crossed his arms and you felt like a scolded child, “something is clearly wrong”

“Fine, mother,” you grumbled, returning to the bed and nestling back under the blankets, “but I want cuddles first”

“Deal,” Killer smiled as he climbed in next to you.

Nobody came to bother Killer to make breakfast, the commanders just made do with whatever the rest of the crew were eating, knowing you needed him more than they needed his cooking. The two of you skipped breakfast, not that you had the appetite anyway. He’d dragged you along to the infirmary as soon as you were awake for the day, grumbling at him the whole time that you were really fine and this was unnecessary. You’d stopped by your room for a change of clothes, finding it to be spotlessly clean, which brought a smile to your face. Your rug was missing though, it was likely stained, you made a mental note to buy a new one tomorrow.

Mohawk was already in the infirmary when you got there, scribbling away at some papers to update notes after last night, and that was where you found yourself now, sitting on a cot, a thermometer held under your tongue and Mohawk looking in your ears with one of his tools. The thermometer beeped to indicate it was done and he pulled it out of your mouth, inspecting it with a frown.

“Slightly higher than normal, but you did just wake up,” he mumbled, “It’s probably just your cycle raising your basal temp”

“Basal temp?” you asked curiously as he fumbled around with his stethoscope, pressing it to your chest and listening as you took deep breaths.

“Your temperature goes down when you sleep, but ovulation and pregnancy can raise it,” he paused for a moment and stood up, looking nervously at Killer who was leaning against the infirmary wall before looking back at you with a raised eyebrow. “Yin, when was the last time you had your period?”

“When I came on board,” you were kicking your legs over the side of the bed, not a care in the world. Between the effects of your birth control and malnutrition, you could probably count on your fingers the amount of times you’d had your period since the marines locked you up.

“You said she was good for another year,” Killer warned, then his posture suddenly straightened, “-but that was when we thought she was twenty five”

Mohawk’s posture mirrored Killer’s, anxiously looking at you, then back to Killer, “Is she not twenty five?”

“She’s twenty seven, we only found out recently” Killer replied.

“Oh, oh fuck,” Mohawk suddenly rushed to a cabinet and pulled out a small plastic, disposable cup. He shoved it in your hands, and you quirked a brow, still not catching on. “Go piss in this, now” he commanded.

“Fucking bossy,” you grumbled, sliding off the bed and disappearing into the attached bathroom. There was a flush and the sound of running water before you reemerged, and he quickly took the cup of pee from you and placed it on the counter. “Why the panic?”

“I calculated the expiry of your birth control based on the age you gave me versus when you remember first using them,” Mohawk was searching through the cabinets for something, “if you’re two years older than we thought, then your birth control is at least a year expired. You’ve been unprotected this whole time.” You realised with a panic what was happening and Killer took your hand, sensing you were about to start hyperventilating. Mohawk found what he was looking for and returned to the piss cup, quickly unwrapping something, dipping it, and replacing the cap. He placed it on the counter and tipped the rest of the pee down the sink, running the water to flush it while he threw out the cup and his gloves.

He stood in silence with his back to the two of you for what felt like an eternity, staring at the item on the counter intently, before letting out a groan. “Fuck.”

Killer rushed ahead and pushed him out of the way, grabbing what you now saw was some sort of stick and closely inspecting it. “FUCK,” he yelled, dropping the item and immediately slamming his fist through a cabinet door. You whimpered behind him, standing alone and scared in the middle of the room, knowing full well what their reactions meant. He turned at your whimper, seeing the tears already starting to roll down your cheeks as you hugged yourself for comfort.

“Fuck, Yin, I’m sorry,” he rushed to your side and enveloped you in a tight hug as you started to sob. “It’s okay, I’m here, we’ll deal with it okay.”

“Kil, morning sickness can start as early as two weeks, it usually happens first trim-” Mohawk started.

“I KNOW MOHAWK,” Killer growled, “Shut up, let me think”

“I can’t carry their baby, I can’t,” you sobbed, understanding the calculations Mohawk had already done and what he was inferring, “I can’t bring a baby made from hate into this world”

“It’s okay Yin, shh, you don’t have to,” Killer was holding you tight as you cried, rubbing your back soothingly.

“I don’t have the equipment on board to deal with it,” Mohawk sighed, “but the next island should. It seemed progressive enough. We're due to dock tonight, we can take her tomorrow”

“Hear that sweetheart?” Killer cooed, “Just one night okay, we’ll get that thing out of you tomorrow, just be brave until then okay?”

You nodded against his chest and tried to even your breathing that was quickly bridging on a panic attack. “Please don’t tell anyone.”

“We won’t,” Killer assured, “nobody outside this room needs to know about this”

“Okay,” you sniffed, holding on tight to him.

The three of you sat nervously in the small, quaint waiting room of the local doctor’s office. Killer was holding your hand, but his knee was bobbing up and down nervously, only adding to your anxiety. The ship had gotten in early this morning, slightly delayed by poor winds. The commanders had all headed straight to an inn to drop their things before heading out to run errands and enjoy the island properly this time, and Killer had insisted you stay with him. You’d given no complaint, more than relieved to know you wouldn’t be alone. Mohawk had explained what was going to happen, and you knew you’d be in pain for a few days after the procedure. Killer had promised to take care of you, and gave Kid some excuse about wanting to spend time alone with you to account for his absence.

“Ms. Val?” a short, young looking woman with a clipboard called. The three of you all stood and she looked with scrutiny at your group. One masked beast of a man, one skinny guy with a mohawk, and one very scared looking girl. You probably looked like you were being held captive by the obvious pirates. “Only two are allowed in the room,” she continued.

Mohawk approached her and handed her a file of papers. “I’m the ship doctor, please give these to the attending doctor, it’s all the notes I have on her.” The woman nodded and took the file, and Mohawk stepped aside for Killer, who took your hand and led you to follow the woman. She took you both to a room and indicated for you to enter, before following in and handing the files to a slightly older woman who was sitting at a desk. You were relieved to find the doctor was a female, that would make things more comfortable for you. She skimmed through the notes before spinning her chair to address the two of you.

“Doctor Winston,” she held her hand out and you each shook it, “and you are Ms. Val? Yes? Is this Mr. Val?”

“Yes,” you both answered at the same time. It was easier for everyone if they assumed he was your husband, especially since some islands were known to only perform abortions with the husband’s permission.

“I see in your notes that your ship doctor has confirmed pregnancy, and that you have been a victim of sexual assault,” she looked at you softly, with a face that showed sympathy, but with a lack of surprise that told you this was clearly not her first encounter with a victim like yourself. “Am I right in assuming you would like to terminate, given the nature of how you fell pregnant?”

“Yes, that’s correct,” you replied, trying your best to be brave and fein confidence. Killer squeezed your hand reassuringly.

“On this island we don’t need you to sign anything, no records will be kept of the termination, but we do need to confirm the age of the fetus before we can proceed,” she turned back to her desk and pressed an intercom button, “This is Winston, can you bring the ultrasound please?” She turned back to you and Killer. “The procedure we use will depend on the age of the fetus, if it’s early enough we may be able to just send you away with medication. Otherwise there is a quick procedure we can do before you go”

“My doctor explained it,” you replied calmly, “I just want this thing gone”

“We’re gonna help you sweetheart,” she smiled. There was a short knock at the door and the doctor got up to answer it, pulling a trolley with some sort of machine on it into the room. “I’m going to need you to lay on the bed with your tummy exposed please darling. Your husband is welcome to stand at your head if you need support”

Killer helped you up onto the bed and you pulled up your shirt and lowered the waistband of your skirt to expose your belly. It was painfully obvious, now that you knew you were pregnant, that the weight you had been putting on was because of that, and not because of eating well. Well, maybe a little because of eating well. Killer stood beside you and held your hand near your head as the doctor set up the machine and squirted a cold, blue liquid onto your tummy. She used some sort of curve-ended wand to rub over your belly, and you could see dark shapes on the screen broken up by grey and white shapes as she rolled the wand over your skin. There was a large, black, squashed oval in the center of the screen, with a smaller white thing in the middle that she pointed to.

“That’s the fetus,” she explained, clicking a few buttons on the machine and moving some sort of cursor to take measurements. The blob looked like nothing, just a jelly bean, but you felt a tinge of guilt about wanting to get rid of it. Maybe you could keep it, raise it with Killer, keep its true parentage a secret and just tell everyone Killer was the biological father. It was probable, nobody would question it. “I’d say it’s about two months old, based on the size and level of development.”

Killer stiffened beside you, his hand clamping down on yours almost painfully, “Two months? Not three weeks? You’re sure?”

“One hundred percent,” she pointed to the screen again, “This fetus is beginning to develop little fingers and ears, it’s no doubt at least eight weeks old, I would hazard a guess at close to nine weeks, I’m not a gynaecologist though so I can’t give you an exact, but definitely around the eight to nine week range”

“Kil?” He was stiff and silent as he stared at the screen.

“It’s mine,” he almost whispered. The doctor looked at him with a warm smile.

“What?” you propped yourself up on your elbows looking between Killer, and the little jellybean on the screen he was still focused on. His mask finally tilted to look at you for a moment, before returning to the jellybean.

“Eight weeks ago was the island,” he explained. The doctor didn’t know what he was talking about, probably assuming he was referring to some contraceptive mishap during an island vacation, but she was happy to hear that it didn't match the timing of your assault. “It’s my baby”

“Oh,” you realised, looking back at the screen and blinking as the realisation set in. “Doctor, can you give us a minute?”

The doctor stood and wiped the goop off your belly, switching off the machine and pushing it out as she left. “You can press number one on the intercom system when you’re ready, just press it once, it’ll buzz me out here”

There was a short awkward silence as you sat up on the bed, righting your clothing, your feet hanging over the edge. Killer was still standing, staring at the same place, like the screen hadn’t been rolled away.

“Killer?” you took his hand, grounding him in reality again and reminding him that you needed him. He pushed between your legs and rested his mask against your forehead, sighing deeply.

“I’m not asking you to keep it, but I want it, if you do,” he whispered softly, “I know it's not a great situation, we didn’t plan for this, we’re barely together, and you’ve been through so much. If you don’t want it, I’ll be here for you through that too, whatever you decide. But if you want it, I’ll be a good father, I know I will, I’ll take good care of both of you”

It sounded like he was pleading with you, but it didn’t matter, you’d already made up your mind regardless of what he wanted. “I’m keeping it, Kil,” you ran a hand under the edge of his mask and swiped a thumb over his cheek, catching a small tear you didn’t expect to be there.

“You don't have to do that,” he was still whispering, like he was scared talking at his full volume would entirely scare you away, “I won't be mad if you get rid of it, or if you never want kids”

“Kil, look at me,” you tilted his chin so you could see his watery blue eyes through the holes of his mask, “I wanted to keep it as soon as I saw it on the screen, the only thing holding me back was whether you'd accept it as yours, because I can't do this on my own. As soon as you claimed it I knew I was keeping it, regardless of whether you wanted it or not. This child was made with an act of love, and I know in my heart that I want them, I want that piece of you. Go summon the doctor back, my choice is made” You held his mask and kissed the top of it where his forehead would be before letting him go to press the intercom button. He hurried back to your side, nestling himself back between your legs. You held him close and rested your chin on his shoulder, and he did the same for you.

The doctor made a quick knock on the door before opening it and sliding in, closing it behind her with her foot since she was carrying a metal tray of utensils. Your eyes widened in fear and Killer perked his head up in response, hearing your breath quicken as the tray was set down beside you.

“I don't- I don't want that,” you hurriedly told the doctor, “I want to keep it”

“It's okay sweetheart,” the doctor cooed, “I figured you did, the way you smiled when you heard it was your husband's. Your notes said you have an expired contraceptive implant in your arm, so either way I was going to have to remove it”

“Oh,” you immediately calmed down and Killer likewise relaxed.

“I'm going to need hubby to move out of the way for a bit, but this will only take a few minutes,” the doctor said as she washed her hands methodically and put on a set of gloves. “This will just prick for a second, and then it'll numb the surrounding area. It's perfectly safe for the baby.” She assured you, answering your question before you even had a chance to ask as she prepped a syringe of fluid. Killer moved to stand on the other side of you, still holding your hand.

The doctor pressed two fingers on your soft inner forearm to feel for the two small plastic rods that made up the implant, before wiping the area with a alcohol swab and carefully inserting the needle. You squeezed Killer's hand, which felt silly. You were an army destroying, man slaughtering, killing machine, but you felt vulnerable right now and it made the prick of the needle feel scary. Killer made a little huff of amusement under his mask and you pouted at him.

“I'm just going to make a small incision, then I'll remove the rods and give you a stitch or two, and you'll be good to go,” she pressed the dull side of the scalpel against your skin, “can you feel that?”

You shook your head and she gave you a calming smile before making a small cut. You didn't watch, keeping your gaze on some poster about vaccines on the opposite wall instead, but you could feel the strange numb poking and prodding as she did her work. She really only did take a few minutes, almost as soon as she'd started she was applying a small patch of gauze over the cut.

“All done mama,” she smiled, “now, I'm sure given the affectionate display I walked in on that the answer is yes, but I wouldn't be doing my job given the bruising on your side and neck if I didn't ask if you feel safe sweetheart”

You gave a small giggle as you slid off the bed before answering, “You should see the other guy. Yeah I'm okay, got my big bad guard dog to protect me,” you smiled, scratching Killer's goatee like he was your prized purebred Mastiff. He huffed under the mask at you.

“Alright then,” the doctor smiled, seeing there was no hint of fear in your eyes to indicate a lie, “my assistant informed me that your ship's doctor is in the waiting room, nice of them to come along. If you'd be so kind as to send them my way, I'll make sure they have all the information they need to look after your pregnancy. I know not all ship doctors have medical degrees, but who can afford a fancy piece of paper these days, aye?”

“Thank you doctor,” Killer held out his hand to shake hers again, and she smiled fondly at him as she shook it, genuinely thankful to have been able to give you both good news. It was a welcomed change from her usual work, which often consisted of helping victims of abuse, often scared women who were alone and terrified of the thing growing inside them. It wasn't every day a woman came in with a support system, and certainly not every day that the woman decided to keep the baby thanks to unexpected good news, so this had been a refreshing appointment for her. She turned to open your notes and scribble in her own additions so she could hand the updated file back to Mohawk. Killer took your hand gently and led you from the room, back out to the waiting room where Mohawk was pacing back and forth nervously.

His pacing stopped as he noticed you both approaching, his eyes quickly skipping between the two of you, noting your beaming smile and Killer's calm demeanour. “What happened?” he asked curiously.

“The fetus is eight to nine weeks old, not three or four,” Killer replied. His tone was flat and calm, but under the mask he was grinning ear to ear.

“Eight?” Mohawk replied, “but that would mean… oh, oh,” Mohawk grinned back at Killer and smacked the top of his arm, “you fucking dog, congratulations dad, I'm guessing you're keeping it then?”

“Yeah, we are,” Killer's voice was full of fondness as his mask tilted down towards you for a moment, “doc wants to talk to you, second room on the left.” Killer indicated behind him with his thumb and Mohawk gave him a sturdy pat on the back as he passed by.

“Don't wait up for me you two,” Mohawk laughed, “you lovebirds have a lot to talk about. Go enjoy your freedom while you can”

Killer gave him a grunt in response and rested his hand on your waist to lead you away.

[NEXT CHAPTER]

A/N: I'm doing my best here to be accurate with the medical stuff but I've never actually had an abortion, all I have is good ol’ google. I have however had the type of contraceptive mentioned, and I've had a baby, so I have a fair idea of how those two things go. I'll try to be accurate with the pregnancy stuff but everyone has a different experience, and I will be slightly dramatising it for entertainment. It'll be mostly as accurate as I can make it though. Enjoy the pregnancy fluff while it lasts. Don't worry, things will go to shit again soon *evil laughter*

Anyway, I'm really proud of this chapter. If you reread you'll find hints that this was going to happen as far back as the island itself, it took a lot of planning to get to this point. And for the curious, the timing mentioned is accurate, I've been keeping track for this very purpose. It's been 62 days since they first boned on the island, give or take a few days from dubious time passing mentions, and 25 days since they got her back from the marines. For the extra curious, it's been about 106 since the story started. Not enough time to say I love you imo but hey it's fanfiction, I make the rules here lmao

[rapha-reads]

IWTV rewatch

Season 1 episode 4 [The Ruthless Pursuit of Blood With All a Child's Demanding] - part 2/2

- [Claudia] "We do like mortals do. We fight, we eat, we laugh, we sleep, we love. And then the phone rang last night. And all the easy times stopped." - ooof. How to destroy familial domesticity: bring back the real world.

I love, love, loooove Louis' coldness and casual cruelty at his mother's wake. And looooove the family solidarity. Oh, Daddy Lou's fighting with his sister? Time to show our fangs and have his back.

- Oooh, a Lestat and Claudia scene! Dad teaching his kid all the true, important ways to make it in the world. And accidentally making her realise some things she'll never get to have, stuck as she is as a young teenager. But the blood kinda makes up for it tho.

- "Uncle Les says I gotta practice killin' both the one and the plus one at the same time, but I came away understanding something else tonight. I can't quite put it into words, but it's like something opened up in my head, in my body. I've been 18 for 7 months now, and it's time I started acting like it."

Aaaaand there it is. Happy hunting indeed. Happy until the reality hits back...

"I've lost my appetite, I can't sleep!" - welcome to hormones. Can't say I know first-hand what you're going through but good luck. Oh, no, but this is waaay too adorable. The giggling and the skipping and the flowers and the staying on the balcony waiting for Charlie to look up...

- "Everyone in my family looks younger than their age." - yeah that's one way to put it I guess.

Aaaand exit Charlie, pursued by a terrified horse. Taking this opportunity to say a lil something about how book!vampires are basically asexual in the way that their desire and pleasure express themselves through the blood, blood drinking and blood sharing. While the show being a visual media for a modern audience decided to make human sexuality also a part of vampire sexuality, all while keeping the blood as this irresistible force and the source of everything. Don't really have an opinion one way or another, except to say, please we need more asexual representation that still shows that ace people can find and express desire and pleasure outside of sexuality.

- Lestat taking on the ugly role of teaching Claudia about control and how it's hard for vampires to make lasting connections with mortals... Parenting's hard.

- [Louis] "Vivid writer, isn't she" - I'm kinda glad we don't get Claudia's own words about Charlie's death, knowing the writers they would have given us another lyrical prose that would have made us all bawl our eyes out.

The way Daniel is visibly impacted and heartbroken reading Claudia's diaries: he is deeply compassionate. And you can't read people and write about them without a certain level of compassion and even empathy. "Anne Frank meets Stephen King" indeed.

- [Louis] "Claudia was... everything." - ouch. Break my heart, won't you. It's the way Louis is physically struggling to talk about her, the way he needs the pebbles of his zen garden beneath his feet to anchor himself solidly enough to talk about her.

- "It's funnier when they fight in French. And diary, you'd think a girl whose mama died in childbirth, whose daddy gave her away to a mean old auntie who beat her 'cause no one said she couldn't, who died in a fire but came back by the blood magic of two demons, well, you'd think that girl wouldn't know what funny was. But you'd be wrong, diary. And if I told you, dumb diary, that that same girl was being raised to kill like her demon parents did, to take two souls a day so she could stay in the same flat-chested, hairless-crotched 14-year-old baby doll body as her mind and spirit turn 19, 20, 25, 63, 358, you dumb, dumb diary, I bet you'd say to anyone who'd listen 'Fun? Fun? How does she even get up in the morning?' Well, let me tell you something, you stuck-up, flower-covered, three-dollar fancy fucking paper diary, I'm doing just fine. And how do I know that? 'Cause the first man I killed called me the devil, and the last boy I killed, the last boy I'll ever love in this world, called me an angel. So that means I'm on the right path. And that means there's so much more fun out there to have. I'm just getting started."

THE INTENSITY, DAMN.

The crescendo of Claudia's voice overlayed by the music and echoed in the angrier and angrier words. Wow, I need a minute.

Between the "losing my mind in the coffin" scene, that "madwoman in the attic walking down from the attic" scene and the "the sun is a deadly laser" scene, someone needs to give Bailey several awards. And the writing team needs these awards too.

Show!Claudia actually has a backstory, not very detailed but still there, a miserable, painful human life, 14 years of misery and pain - she had a life, she had experiences before becoming a vampire; unlike book!Claudia who was 5 when she was turned, told Louis she couldn't remember her human life before being Louis and Lestat's, and doesn't have her own narration in between Louis' recollections.

Here, the addition of the diaries to the way the story is told not only allows a third party, a third perspective that's no more and no less of an unreliable narrator as Louis' voice, but it also, and I think more importantly, allows for Claudia to speak for herself. She isn't anymore just a footnote in the messy romance of Louis and Lestat. She is her own person, in her own narrative, with her own agency and life. And that's a huge difference between the two versions of Claudia: eternally-5-year-old Claudia couldn't have her own agency, no matter that she was really 40 in a child's body, because that child's body was more of a damnation, a cage, than a teenager's body. At 14 and with make-up, fashion, body language and speech, Claudia can make herself look marginally older, and thus can reclaim some of that agency, of that control. Therefore the issue comes not from the fact that Claudia needs at least one adult to have that agency by proxy, but from the fact that she might never pass for older than 18 and will be taken advantage of. As we'll soon see.

Also she was right, last boy she loved, but not last person, we stan a bisexual murder deranged queen.

And I did tell Lestat, that roof window is a structural failure.

Well, welcome to the Claudia show. That was one hell of an entrance. Crowd's seated for the next part, "Claudia goes Wild party in the Mississippi".

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Ror fam with their now adult child that's about to get married, but on the day of the wedding their spouse to be ends up getting cold feet and runs away. Poor kid is going to be utterly heartbroken......

What lovely angst this is~ I couldn’t stop thinking about it when my insomnia wouldn’t let me sleep last night. Picture below of the wedding dress for this HC.

-It was a day your family had been dreading for a long time coming, your wedding day.

-You were their precious little princess, having adopted you when you were only a child, raising you with so much love and care and you returned it, they never wanted to lose you.

-When you first started going out with your boyfriend, there were many who were against it, as they saw him as taking you away from them, while others were a bit more lenient, making a promise to themselves if he hurt you, he would die.

-Those who opposed your relationship became more anguished when you announced your engagement to one another, upset that they didn’t do more to keep you from leaving them.

-They didn’t want to hurt you, they never wanted to hurt you, many silent prayed for your stupid fiancé to do something that would make you leave him.

-However, as your family, until you made that decision on your own, they were going to support you with this venture.

-Your wedding was going to be on the beach, at a beautiful resort, in a giant room with floor to ceiling French doors that led to a balcony overlooking the ocean.

-Your dress was beautiful, flowing and light chiffon, you looked like a fairy. Eve, despite not wanting to lose you, was gushing in your room where she was helping you get dressed, while your bridesmaids were in the next room over.

-Your bridesmaids were Goll, who had ugly cried when you asked her, and your fiancé’s sister, while your maid of honor was your best friend, F/N.

-You felt nervous as the ceremony drew closer and you were waiting for Jack to come and get you, as he had won rock paper scissors months ago against all of you other father and brotherly figures of your massive family, but as you sat in your room, you grew concerned when he was over a half hour later.

-You grabbed your bouquet, sunflowers and red roses and headed down to the venue, but you grew concerned, your eyebrows furrowing as you heard loud shouting.

-The room froze when you entered, your family’s eyes all went wide, seeing you in your wedding gown, you looked like an angel.

-The room was divided, your massive family and friends, other gods and warriors from Valhalla, on one side and your fiancé’s on the other, but your fiancé and F/N were both missing, confusing you, “What’s going on?”

-His mother glared at Brunnhilde, who had been shouting with her, and the valkyrie turned, “Y/N, it seems that F/N and that bastard of a fiancé of yours have been having an affair for over three years now.”

-You froze, eyes going wide as your bouquet slipped from your hands, “What?”

-His family was just as furious, his mother turning on you, “He was supposed to get married to you first, then divorce you and take all your money, then he and F/N were going to get married and live comfortably along with us. Those two would be taken care of since you’re such a cash cow with your loaded family. But that idiot son of mine decided to run off with F/N before he could marry you!”

-The tears easily came but didn’t fall as you processed this, F/N and B/N had been seeing each other behind your back for years now, and his family knew about, keeping it from you, as they liked her more than they liked you.

-They were only going to use you for your money, which you had a ton of yourself that you earned on your own, not even counting your family around you.

-Your throat clenched as you tried to not cry, “You knew about this? You let him lead me on for years just for my money?!” their cold eyes, showing no remorse, broke your fragile little heart.

-She went to yell at you for disrespecting her, but Brunnhilde spoke, her voice and eyes like ice, “If you yell at my Y/N, I will not hesitate to remove your head from your shoulders, bitch.” His mother instantly shut up, feeling the wave of fear wash over her.

-Goll and Eve were quick to come over to you, as your eyes went dim, breaking mentally and emotionally as his family were all furious, demanding to be compensated for wasting their time with this wedding as their plan had fell through and were left with nothing.

-Zeus was the one to speak next, mocking them, “Ho-ho~ you want us to compensate you when it was your child who ruined your plans. That seems like a you problem. Go to him if you want your precious money back.”

-This caused more arguing, back and forth before his sister spoke like this situation was no big deal, “Just get over it Y/N, you’ll forgive him like you always do when he comes crawling back like he always does.”

-You were in tears, having slid to your knees, Eve kneeling beside you, your head in her chest as you couldn’t comprehend, “He-he lied…they all lied…”

-You family was furious, seeing you in such a state as Hercules spoke, glaring down at his sister, “Liars will only make more liars.”

-His father went to say something, but Odin spoke first, the air growing cold as he slowly let his aura out and soon a dark aura was surrounding everyone in your family, “You mortals have seem to have forgotten that we are gods. Gods that you have disrespected and insulted with your words and actions. You have insulted our child.”

-His family were very quick to sober up, as they knew that with you married into their family, the gods and warriors wouldn’t do much, they had no such connection now, and now realized that their actions have made several of the strongest gods and warriors in history very, very mad.

-His mother was quick to scream out your name, begging you to stop them, but Eve spoke, her eyes cold, “Why would she help someone who has lied to her for years and backstabbed her on her wedding day?”

-His family were very quick to change their tune, trying to kiss ass and beg for their forgiveness, other bold ones trying to go after you, to make them stop.

-The door behind you burst open and attention turned to the door; your teary eyes went wide, seeing F/N and B/N struggling in the arms of Thrud and Raiden, who you hadn’t realized was missing until you saw the two of them.

-Raiden’s eyes hardened, seeing you there and in tears, while Thrud’s eyes softened, seeing you upset before they threw the offenders down in between the two families before Thrud kneeled next to you and Goll, as you were both crying.

-His family was quick to start shouting at him and F/N, for ruining the plan they had all been working on for years, now because of it, they were going to lose out on all of the money that they had been planning on living on to live plush and cushy lifestyles.

-F/N and B/N were quick to turn to you, seeing that you were there, you would help them, right?

-Raiden swept you up into his arms, holding you with one arm, keeping you away from them as they tried to go for you, trying to tell you that this was just a bit elaborate joke, a big prank for the wedding.

-His family was quick to join in, trying to laugh it off, but Nikola spoke, “May I have everyone’s attention!” everyone looked at him as he pulled out a remote, a projector playing, showing pictures of the two of them over the years they had been going behind my back, “Here they are at your twenty third birthday part Y/N, this selfie was taken behind Buddha’s tree.”

-The pictures were damning, showing that this wasn’t an elaborate prank, they had been sneaking around, even while you were in the same area, like they got a thrill off trying not to get caught while being so close.

-You had touched Raiden’s chest gently during the pictures and he sat you down, but kept his hand on your shoulder, while you watched the pictures showing their affair, even up to this morning, F/N in her bridesmaid dress.

-They were shouting, trying to claim that those pictures were private, trying to save their lie before all attention turned to you.

-B/N tried to approach, but a growl from Lu Bu halted him in his tracks as he struggled to speak, “Y/N, I-I didn’t…” his voice trailed off as your eyes, usually so gentle and full of life, were dull and broken, saying nothing.

-He begged you to say something and F/N was begging you to forgive her and the froze as a tear slipped down your cheek, one that seemed to infuriate your family even more.

-After a moment you finally spoke, “What? You two expect me to just say I forgive you, and we forget this whole thing happened? You both used me! You all used me-lied to me! Why should you be given forgiveness?” your voice started weak but grew in anger as you called his whole family out as liars, but then it broke as more tears fell.

-Eve cupped your cheeks gently as you broke down, shoulders shaking, trying to wipe your tears away, “Oh Y/N, shh don’t cry. You don’t have to explain anything to them.”

-Adam then spoke, his voice seemed to chill everyone, even those of your family, “Eve, take Y/N back to her room.” Eve nodded and Goll and Thrud went with you.

-You ignored the screams and demands of your ex-fiancé and ex- best friend and his family as the door closed behind them.

-You couldn’t hear any screams, because Odin and Beelzebub put up wards that blocked off all sound in the room and blocked the windows, so none could see in.

-It was hours later before you calmed down, Eve, Goll, and Thrud helping you wash your face of your pretty make up, brushed out you hair, and helped you out of your wedding dress.

-You loved your dress, even if you weren’t getting married, treating it carefully, holding it in your lap, feeling the soft material beneath your fingers.

-Eve, seeing your love for the dress, spoke gently to you, “We can dye it, if you want to? It is a pretty dress and would make a lovely summer dress if you changed the color.” She saw just a bit of light appear in your dull eyes, as you liked that idea.

-Thrud had left, just for a bit, returning with food and water for you, as you had been crying so much, the three of them gently encouraging you to eat while the rest of your family had to clean up the venue hall after making a mess, which wasn’t hard to do with a bit of magic.

-As your family and friends from Valhalla had rented out the resort for the wedding, as well as the rooms, which meant that his family was in another hotel nearby, they didn’t want to give up this lovely beach resort vacation, even if it was only for a few days.

-You were quiet and despondent from everyone, allowing yourself to be pulled by Goll who held your hand, trying to make you feel better by getting you ice cream or taking you down to the beach.

-Your family hated seeing you like this, the guilt inside them gnawed at them, as they felt at fault for not noticing this sooner, they could have saved you from heartache if they had paid more attention to your scumbag of an ex and friend.

-When you had looked around, worried that he and his family was still around, Loki, who had stolen you away from Goll, walking with you down the beach, told you that they had made them all leave and to never contact you again.

-You didn’t question him, accepting his words as the truth, as you knew they wouldn’t lie to you, not like this, they would lie to you in the way of that they would deny knowing who ate your ice cream that you had been saving.

-Adam held you when you couldn’t sleep, much how he used to when you were still a child, soothing you to sleep, he hated seeing you crying, they all did, each having spent time trying to calm you down during this mini vacation.

-You whispered up to him, reminding him of when you were little, speaking like a scared child, “Did-did I do something wrong…to-to make them do this to me?” your voice was so soft and meek, it made his blood boil that you had been hurt so badly.

-He squeezed you, hugging you to him, he heard your soft sigh of content, warm and safe in his embrace, “No Y/N, you weren’t the one who did anything wrong. You were perfect. They were the ones who were wrong, they hurt you, and nobody is allowed to hurt you.”

-You smiled softly before you started to doze off, which he saw and he held you until you were asleep, stroking your hair gently.

-Nobody would ever hurt you again.

[chicaotaku-fanfics]

There's Three of You?! Pt. 13

Please don't kill me! This took longer than expected, I'll be the first one to admit it, but it is finally here! The 3/3 chapter of the Mistaken (Chicago Med 1x04) mini arc is finally here!

Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: foul language, might be some medical inconsistencies.

CHAPTER 13

Connor and I had emptied the room sometime later and made our way to the elevator to go and wait outside Miss Goodwin’s office, to see if we could at least save a kid’s life today. Even a few seconds before the door opened, Connor was already on his feet, and as soon as it did opened I stood up.

Miss Goodwin’s expression wasn’t good at all.

“Can I at least talk to him?” asked Connor

“No, you cannot.” she said.

“There has got to be something we can do.” I said.

“And we've done it. Let it go, Dr. Rhodes. You too Dr. Halstead.” she said, looking at us pointedly.

Unexpectedly, the door open, and we all turned to see Mr. Simms coming out. He handed Goodwin the forms and just left.

“He signed them.” Miss Goodwin said, noticing the signature on the papers, Connor started making his way to the elevator.

“Good luck!” I exclaimed, he turned to me and nodded. I turned to my boss again. “Thank you Miss Goodwin… I’ll go see if Mr. Simms needs anything.” I said, going after the grieving man.

I managed to catch up to Mr. Simps, so I decided to talk to him about Max.

“Mr. Simms, how are you doing? How’s Max? I haven’t seen him since this morning, when we played at the kid’s lounge in the waiting room.” I said, announcing my presence to the blond man.

“You… you’re the doctor that took care of Max while I was coming here?” he asked.

“Yeah, I am. Dr. Lillian Halstead.” I said, offering my hand for him to shake, he did.

“Bill Simms. Uh, oh, my mother came for Max shortly after we reunited… didn’t want him to be exposed to this circus.” he said, I nodded.

“I understand. And I’m also very sorry for your loss Mr. Simms.” I said, he sighed, walking until he reached one of the windows, he stared at the view of the city.

“Lucy and I met at a Cub's game.” Mr. Simms said, I made sure to listen to him intently. He then let out a short mirthless laugh. “I heard this--this crazy laughter coming from, like, five rows behind me and… it just– it just reached out and grabbed me.” he continued. I could only listen to him. “I'd look at her, and it would just make me happy, and then, this afternoon, just watching the life get stomped out of her… you know, his site has gotten more hits in the last hour than it's every had before, I mean– it's disgusting, it's all disgusting.” he said, I just looked down.

“Like I said Mr. Simms, I understand… but you’re also going through one of the most traumatic days of your life.” I said to him, he was about to say something, but I raised my hand for him to let me finish. “I’m not invalidating your feelings, or even suggesting that anything that what happened today was fair. I’m trying to paint the bigger picture here: you’re grieving, that’s normal. And you’ve also just donated your wife’s liver to the guy responsible for her passing… that takes a level of maturity not many achieve.” I continued, he finally interrupted me.

“LUCY DIDN’T DESERVE TO DIE, HE DOES!” he exclaimed, I just placed my hand on his shoulder to calm him dowm.

“I understand your pain… but you just saved a kid’s life, and by doing that, you’re giving him the chance to turn his life around.” I said to him.

He finally broke down sobbing, I hold him so he didn’t hit the ground. I maneuvered us to one of the rows of chairs so he could sit down, from my coat pocket I pulled out a packet of tissues and offered one to him. He took it and dried his tears, then he looked at me and said something that really left me thinking.

“Max told me about how you took care of him when he and Lucy first arrived. How you asked to look after him, took him to the play area, even played with other kids and talked to them about being a doctor.” he made a pause, blowed his nose and continued. “He says he wants to be a doctor when he grows up… all thanks to you.” he then turned to look into my eyes. “You’ll make a great mother someday Dr. Halstead. Thank you for taking care of my son.” he then hugged me. I hugged back.

Just then, my pager went off, it was Connor, Peter was just out of surgery, he had pulled through just fine.

“Sorry Mr. Simms, I have to go, my other patient just pulled through out of surgery, I gotta go check on him.” I said, he looked at me.

“It’s him right? The prankster?” he asked, I just nodded. “I wanna go see him.” he said, I wasn’t convinced, but he pleaded. “I just wanna say something to him.” he managed to persuade me. So I took him with me towards the elevator and to the ICU floor.

We made it there, and Connor looked at me in question.

“Mr. Simms wanted to say something to Peter.” I answered the unasked question.

Connor nodded, and the three of us went into the room.

“Mr. and Mrs. Wallace? This is Bill Simms. It was his wife–” started Connor.

“Lucy. Her name was Lucy.” he said, not looking at the parents.

“It was Lucy's liver that was transplanted into Peter.” I added.

“Thank you for saving our son.” said Mrs. Wallace

“What you've done for our family–” Peter’s dad started to talk, but Mr. Simms interrupted him.

“I didn't do it for your family.” Mr. Simms said, he made a pause to sniffle, but the continued. “I did it for mine.” he made another pause. “Death isn't justice. Can he hear me?” he asked Connor, pointing at Peter.

“Yes, he can.” my friend answered.

“My wife– my wife died because of you. And now she keeps you alive… And that's gonna haunt you for the rest of your life.” he said, his expression somber.

Oh no

“Mr. Simms, please.” I said, trying to stop him.

“No, no, no, I can't– Look, you wanted a following, right? Kids today, everyone wants a following. I'm gonna give you a following every day on every social media site for the rest of your life. I'm gonna be there to remind the world of what you did!” he started raising his voice by the end of his last sentence, becoming more erratic by the second. Connor and I stepped in between him and Peter’s bed.

“You will never be able to go anywhere or do anything without people knowing who you are!” Mr. Simms exclaimed against Connor who was pushing him out of the room. I just stood there, my back facing the kid, one of my arms extended to protect him.

“You will never be able to hide!” was the last thing we heard from Bill Simms as Connor managed to get him out of the room.

I turn towards the terrified teen and distraught family.

“I’m so sorry about that.” I said to the three of them, then turned my attention to the kid. “You gotta understand Peter, actions have consequences… you did something dumb today, and someone payed the price.” I made a pause, he looked at me, as well as the parents. “I’m not gonna scold you, everyone makes mistakes… I just hope that today helps you to think before acting next time.” I smiled at him. “Because, and I mean this in the best way possible, I don’t want to see you around here ever again. So take good care of yourself, hear me?” I asked him, he nodded the best he could.

I nodded at the parents who nodded back and I just left the room. I went to the elevators and made my way to the ED floor, just as Miss Goodwin was leaving Connor’s side.

“Hey.” I said to him, he just nodded to acknowledge my presence. “Come on, if we don’t hurry, Will and Jay will make a mess of my apartment.” I said, he snorted.

“Somehow I doubt that.” he said.

“Oh believe me, they could. But they know I’d kick their asses if they did, so, for thier sake, they don’t.” I said, that did get a laugh out of my friend.

“Oh, I’d bet you win.” he said.

“Like hell I will! They may be older, but I’m smarter.” I said, while we made our way to the doctors lounge.

[topazy]

Inside, outside

Pairings: 10k x reader, Addy Carver × sister reader

Warnings: Swearing, minor violence

Chapter: 4.12

Your hair fell over your shoulders as you pulled clumps of blood out of 10K’s hair with your fingers. It would make cutting his dark locks, which had grown to just under his ears, that much easier without pieces of Z still in them. You were both drenched in blood and in need of bathing in the nearby river, but it was safer to wait until all the thick smoke from the explosion had cleared.

“It meant what I said.”

“I know; that’s why I agreed to marry you.”

10k tilts his head around, looking up from over his shoulder; his eyes almost have a pleading look in them. Just over half a year had passed since your group had all gone their separate ways, but it never became any easier to accept; out of everyone, 10k had taken it the hardest. Growing up, he only had his mother, so gaining a family he never had just to lose it was difficult to adjust to, especially with how it ended. 5K was dead, Murphy had gone AWOL, which was concerning considering he tried to build his own army last time, you and Addy weren’t on speaking terms, Warren was untraceable, and Doc decided he needed to do more and left to join a Z hunting party. He promised he’d be back, but I still hurt when he left. You were grateful that Red chose to stay with you and 10K, but all the new memories you were making didn’t ease the pain of the old ones.

All of this, combined with 10k’s body trying to function as normal after being bitten, had made him paranoid; he was scared anything that was too good would suddenly disappear.

“I love you, Tommy.” You kiss him on the only blood-free part of his face, which was his left cheek.

“I love you too,” he smiles. “When the time is right, we will get married, and hopefully our old gang will be there.”

“How will we know when the time is right?”

He shrugs and says, “I don’t know; I guess we just will.”

“You seem lost in thought; what are you thinking about?” 10k asks as you walk through a plot of land that was mainly rumbling from collapsed buildings and abandoned vehicles.

“One day in the future, when we have our own home again, I'll have the note you’d written me framed and hung up on a wall.”

10k raises his brows, smiling, and says, “That's a very hopeful thought to have, although I’m surprised that note has lasted so long.”

“You’re kidding, right? I treat it as if the paper were made from gold.”

“You know,” Murphy says loudly for Warren, who was charging in front, to hear. “If you just told us what you were looking for, it would be a lot easier to help you find it.”

Warren takes a moment to reply as her eyes scan the area, “I’ll know when I see it.”

Rolling your eyes, you sighed. You’d been relentlessly flogging Warren for days, and she had shared nothing useful about the location or any other information that would help you help her. It was growing increasingly frustrating, especially with Murphy dragging the zombified president behind him. After a while of walking, Warren zones out again, but then comes to and orders Murphy to stand in one spot while holding his hands in the air.

“How long do I need to do this for?” He moans, “I haven’t showered in three weeks, and my arms are tired.”

“It’s definitely longer than three weeks,” you snort.

After making Murphy change his arm position and holding up a sign post, Warren spots something no one else can see and somehow finds a hatch that had been hidden beneath the dirt and rubble leading to your next location.

—

Your mouth twists in irritation as you struggle to lower the dead president, who was surprisingly heavy, into the room the hatch led to, which was part of an underground army base. 10K, Warren, Murphy, and Doc had already gone in first to make sure it was clear, leaving you and Sarge alone for the first time in days. Neither of you had attempted to utter a single word to one another before this, but now you were forced to.

“Easy, steady,” she says, looking down. “Take it slow, nice and slow.”

“Easy for you to say.” You grit your teeth as you feel the rope burning the palms of your hands. You feel yourself startling to lose your grip. “I’m going to drop him!”

Sarge quickly grabs the rope that’s slipping and says, “Holy shit, he’s heavy!”

Even with the two of you trying to keep him steady, the president's weight became too much when he began wriggling about in the makeshift harness, causing the rope to slip from both of your hands. Hearing the thud below, you share a shocked look before both moving to stare down the hatch. Luckily, he was still moving, which meant you hadn’t re-killed him.

You let out a soft chuckle while getting to your feet. Sarge looks at you nervously; she motions for you to climb down the ladder first, “after you.”

“Thanks.”

10k takes your hand as he helps you jump off the end of the ladder, giving you a knowing look that says, “My bad.” You clear your throat. “So where to next?”

“That way,” Warren says before exiting the room.

As you go down different hallways, you come across a handful of Z’s that have gone blind due to the lack of sunlight, which meant it was easy for you to show mercy to time. Not wanting to create any noise, you shot them in the head with arrows. Your group remains silent until you reach a staircase and try to figure out the best way to get the zombie down it quickly.

“Maybe we could make a stretcher?” Doc suggests.

“That’s a good—” you stop talking when you hear a loud thud, and you glance over your shoulder to see Murphy standing suspiciously alone. “Murphy, did you just push the zombified president down the stairs?”

“Ex-president,” he points out. “And it saved us time, and besides, he’s already dead.”

Warren shakes her head. “We better go get him before he wanders off.”

—

You finally find the president after going down thirty flights of stairs to find two Zs eating the organs from his stomach. “I got it,” 10k says before using a slingshot to fire a sharp blade that goes through the two Z’s heads. He clicks his tongue and says, “Eight thousand, four hundred fifty-two.”

While Doc and Murphy tried their best to fix the president up as best they could so the zombie could walk again, your eyes remained glued to Sarge, who was staring at 10k so lovingly. You felt as if something was finally clicking into place as an uneasy feeling set in your gut.

“Let’s go,” Warren says, interrupting your thoughts.

You go into a control room and look around until Warren spots a red sign with a black message saying fourth strike and declares that’s the way to go.

You manage to fight your way through a small herd of Z’s without anyone getting bitten or hurt. While you all catch your breath, another Z appears suddenly behind you. Quickly, you stab it in the head and ask, “Where did that come from?”

10k points to the floor above, “up there.”

“I don’t think God has anything to do with this,” Murphy says sarcastically.

“No, I mean someone is pushing bodies over the edge.”

You look up as more Zs are pushed over and spot an older man with glasses about to push another Z over. “Hey!” You are behind him, firing arrows at him while Warren begins firing shots; however, the man is able to duck behind the wall. “Son of a bitch! Who the hell is that?”

“Possibly the same zona bastard who hacked the northern lights, then he had the launch codes,” Warren says, sounding panicked. “We can’t let him get to the drone before us.”

“Looks like it’s a race to the finish, then.”

—

A few things became more obvious to you while looking for the drone, including that Warren had apparently picked up a number of skills she had no memory of, including speaking Latin and hacking computers; the missions were growing increasingly dangerous as the minutes passed as more Z’s appeared; and Sarge most definitely had feelings for 10k. Seeing her stare at him with puppy-dog eyes made anger swirl inside you, but you had no right to be angry when she hadn’t acted on her feelings or had any control over them.

“Anyone else seeing this countdown?” Doc asks as a beep fills the room.

Warren remains silent as she clicks away at the computer, which now shows multiple CCTV footage of a small aircraft as gunfire fills the room. You join 10k and Sarge as they try to hold off Z’s from entering the room.

“Warren, we need the door code to close it!”

She doesn’t answer and sits, talking to herself instead.

“The code! Now, before the Z’s kill us!”

When she doesn’t answer, Doc tries his best to push the door closed, but he only manages to push it so far.

Suddenly Warren snaps out of her trance and back to reality, “It was Teller.”

“Dr. Teller?”

She explains that she remembers that Dr. Teller from Mercy Labs was the one who woke her from her coma to tell her about the black rainbow and how to stop it. She passes on instructions to both Doc and Murphy before saying she needs to go alone for the next part of the mission.

“We go where you go, boss.”

“Doc’s right, we can’t split up now. It isn’t safe.”

“You guys need to stay here and turn the keys in the computer,” she says, glancing down at the ground. “Where I’m going, no one can follow.”

Your jaw drops as the feeling of sorrow spreads through the room; it felt as if Warren was saying goodbye.

Warren pulls 10K in for her hug. She holds onto him tightly and says, “When you get to Newsmerica and find Addy, Sun Mei, and Red, tell them I love you from me.”

This was wrong. It felt as if Warren had already accepted that she needed to die in order to save the world.

With tears in her eyes, Warren steps back from her hug with 10k, turning to Doc and hugging him before embracing you tightly. “You’ve done good, kid,” she whispers. “I want you to go on and have the best life possible, with lots of little babies and at least one named after me.”

You let out a broken chuckle as you held back from crying. Throughout the years, Warren had been a massive part of your lives and was the reason all of you had survived so long. Losing her was going to be devastating.

“I’ll see you soon,” you sniff.

10k rests his forehead against the back of your shoulder as she leaves. The only thing you could do now was watch the screen on the computer.

—

“What is she doing?”

“Changing a cylinder on the aircraft,” Doc answers. “Apparently one saves the world and the other destroys it.”

“Okay, but once she’s done that, she can leave, right?” Deep down, you knew the answer but desperately wanted someone to tell you you were wrong.

“Uh guys!” 10k says, “we aren’t alone!”

When a Z forces itself through the crack in the door you fight to kill it as the others turn the keys and press the alarms as Warren had instructed causing red lights to start flashing and another countdown.

When Murphy spots the man from before who’d thrown the Z’s down on the screen he rushes from the room, despite Doc trying to stop him.

Your eyes flicker between screens as you watch Warren climb back into the drone and try to watch for Murphy on the other. The countdown reaches the final ten seconds causing you to panic, “what do we do? The drone is going to take off with Warren inside.”

“We can’t stay here,” 10k says, opening the door.

The four of you race down to the landing strip just as the drone dissolves into little pieces in the air, leaving behind what looks like a black rainbow in the sky.

—

She’s gone. Warren was really gone.

“What the hell?” Doc asks from beside you.

You glance to the side to see Murphy, who looked quite sunburned. You look at him in disbelief before looking back to the sky and saying, “We’re all going to die, aren’t we?”

“Looks like it,” 10k answers.

You stare up at the black rainbow above, finding it hard to believe you’d just lost Warren, your leader, your friend. Behind you, Sarge, let’s out a small gasp, but you don’t pay attention to why. You only look away from the darkness above when you feel something brush against the back of your leg. You glance over your shoulder and see 10k looking as if he’s going to sit on the ground. “What are you—”

10k falls to one knee and pulls out a ring box, “Astra…”

You momentarily freeze, unable to think as you process the unanswered question his shaky voice wasn’t able to get out. 10k opens the ring box, revealing multiple rings, each of them looking a different size. The thought of him saving them all for you causes tears to swell up. You look over to Doc and say, “can you marry us?”

He laughs a little before lifting his head to address Sarge and Murphy, waving them to stand at the side. The sun was setting, the air smelled of smoke, and everyone was covered in sweat, dirt, and blood, but weirdly, it seemed fitting for the type of life you lived. Doc clears his throat: “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to celebrate the love between these two crazy kids. Now in the world before wedding ceremonies were drawn out, but since there’s a chance the dead could gate crash, I'm going to keep it short and cut to the vows.”

You all laugh at his words as 10k, who’s now standing, takes your hand in his. “I have spent my entire life feeling like something was missing, and I didn’t know what it was until I spotted a group of strangers fighting off the undead. That’s when I first saw you and finally found what was missing.”

You wipe away the tears trickling down your cheek while you let out a shaky breath. This was a moment you’d been looking forward to for so long, but it felt surreal finally living it, and it also broke your heart thinking of everyone who should have been there. Addy, Mack, Cassandra, Garnett, Vazquez, Red, and Warren 10k squeezes your hand when he sees you become emotional and gives you a moment before he continues. You wipe at your nose and nod for him to go on, “Sorry.”

He smiles brightly. “I knew from the moment I saw you pull the blade from your belt and take out a bunch of Z’s so fearlessly that you’d be important to me.” He chokes up and takes a deep breath. “My biggest fear is losing you. When you were kidnapped, I realized how much I loved you and that there was nothing I wouldn’t do to find you. I love you and promise to always protect you and stand by your side.”

Your heart melts when you hear those sweet words fall from his mouth. “When the apocalypse began, I lost all faith that anything good could last, but from the day you saved me, I knew our fates were intertwined, but I had no idea how madly I’d fall for you. You’re my best friend, Tommy, and there’s not a line I wouldn’t cross to keep you safe.”

By the end of saying your improvised vows, you are both crying, along with everyone else, including Murphy, who is now holding the ring box. He looks between the rings and your hand before pulling one out and handing it to 10k, saying, “I think this one will fit.”

It was a plain silver band that surprisingly fit as 10K placed it on your finger. You notice Doc's eyes have now gone bloodshot from crying; he claps his hands together and cheers, “You now may kiss the bride!” Your lips collide, and you smile into the kiss as 10k wraps his arms around your waist. When you pull back, Doc announces, “I now pronounce you man and wife!”

You kiss 10k again and mumble into his lips, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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Mafia Book #2 - PART II - The Withered Rose - Chapter 5 - Bleeding hearts

Story masterlist - please consult it for the summary of the story, trigger warnings etc.

General masterlist

PART I - The Black Iris

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PART II - The Withered Rose

Chapter 5 - Bleeding hearts

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“Everyone seems to like her.” Wooyoung whispers in Emilia’s ear as quietly as he can. Pointless, she thinks, as everyone’s eyes are on them anyway.

“Do y’all have nothing better to do than watch me feed my daughter?” She snaps and looks at everyone around the table, whose eyes are stuck right on the trio. 

"I'm just shocked that you've become such a good mother." Felix smiles. "It's just... unexpected."

"Yeah, you were scared of children before at the orphanage, weren't you?" Changbin chuckles.

"Oh, God." Emilia rolls her eyes with a chuckle.

Chris is there too.

Three weeks have passed since they arrived at the Stray Kids mansion, and so far, he has only watched them from afar. He would not initiate any conversations with Emilia, but he would try to steal some moments with his daughter whenever she wasn’t around.

Wooyoung would usually take care of Ivy every afternoon while Emilia resumed training with Felix and Minho, and Chris would take advantage of these moments to the fullest. He’d go into whatever room they were in, and at first, he would just admire Ivy from a distance. But when she approached him after a few days and asked him to play with her, his heart melted completely, and he gave in.

He kept spending more and more time with her each day. They’d play together, he’d feed her, tuck her into bed for her afternoon naps, hug her and calm her down when she’d cry, and tried his hardest to act like a good parent. Wooyoung observed him carefully each time, but Chris seemed to do everything right, and Ivy fell right into his arms.

She started loving Chris more and more each day, and whenever they spent time together, they looked like the perfect father-daughter combo. Ivy is, after all, his splitting image.

Chris also fell in love with Ivy from the first moment his eyes landed on her, and he swore to himself that he’d do anything in his power to protect her and make sure she’d have the happiest life without any hardships.

Although Chris thought he was pretty sneaky to see his daughter behind her back, Emilia was aware of these meetings taking place. She would intentionally turn a blind eye and spend more and more time away training, because deep down, she truly wished Chris would be the one raising Ivy alongside her.

She can’t forgive him, not now, anyway, nor anytime soon, but… she still feels love for him, and she knows from the way he’s looking at them that he loves them too. It’s so hard, being in love but unable to do anything about it, because what he did was too unforgivable, even with so many years passing by.

She honestly thought she’d feel more rage when seeing him, but she keeps shocking herself, apparently. It became clear that, when Minho and Iris first told her they’d have to take her with them, Emilia didn’t want to meet Chris not because of any rage and hatred towards him, but because deep in her heart, she never stopped loving Chris.

She still loves him, so she avoids meeting him as much as possible. She knows she has to respect herself enough and not allow him back in her life after what he’s done, so every night when he’d slip a paper note asking her to meet him to discuss things, she’d simply ignore it.

Now, looking at him over the big table while feeding Ivy, she knows she made the right decision to not see him in his room. It’s too soon to talk.

It’s simply too soon.

~

“So, I really thought you were a ghost.” Jisung randomly starts at the dinner table. They are currently playing cards, absentmindedly drawing one card after another when the colours of the one on the table wouldn’t match the ones in their hands.

“Dumbass.” Seungmin wastes no time insulting him.

“Man, I thought she’s back to haunt us all! What is there to laugh about?” Han scoffs.

“Oh my, Sky, you’re still mean.” Emilia remarks with a slight chuckle.

“Never changing.” Seungmin smirks proudly.

“It’s a good quality to have sometimes. Oh, fuck off, Lix.” Iris curses as she starts drawing 5 cards.

“It feels so fun being together like this again!” Lix smiles. “If 5 wasn’t enough, I can give you 5 more.”

“Now we know your cards, dummy.” Hyunjin ruffles his hair with a small laugh.

“Shit! You’re right!”

“No, but, hear me out, why do you always get the good cards? Are you cheating?”

“How could you?!” Jisung gasps. “You little-”

“I’m not cheating!”

“No, he’s not cheating. I would’ve noticed.” Seungmin defends.

“Guys, he can’t even cheat on a test, let alone around this table with quite literally the most intelligent people around it.” Hyunjin jumps to Felix’ defence as well.

“Look who’s talking! You can’t cheat either!” Felix pouts.

“His speciality is literally deceiving people, Lixie.” Emilia fake pouts as well then starts laughing. “Anyway fuckers, seems I won.”

Letting go of the last cards in her hands, she stands up and gets out.

“Where to?” Iris asks.

“Just out.”

~

The night air is chill but pleasant, and Emilia is happy to get some space away from the loud laughter in the house. She’s no longer used to having this many people around, but with each passing day, she feels more and more at home in the mansion.

She never expected to be able to feel good there again, but life is full of mysteries.

She begins walking the familiar streets towards The Overpass, and in spite of the cold, she is feeling perfectly content with walking around.

She reaches the small bridge and is happy to still see it standing, even if it looks more worn out than before.

“My shade.” She hears a manly voice from behind her, and she turns around with a smile.

“My shadow.”

“It seems you still remember the bridge. After you left, this place has also become… comfortable to me.”

“This old bridge?” Emilia smiles, sadness visible in her eyes.

“Mhm. It’s where you and I got close, isn’t it?” Jeongin asks while grabbing her left hand, lifting it palm up in the air and drawing circles in it with his index finger.

The anxiety technique he’s taught her before.

“Have you been looking for me?” She asks after a little while.

“Yeah. Wanna go back to the mansion with me?”

“Sure.”

They walk back towards the house holding hands and talk about their lives for the past few years. She tells him everything about how she’s lived, about Ivy, and he listens carefully and asks questions.

They reach the house not long after. Time seems to pass by faster when you’re in the company of someone so dear to you, who you haven’t seen in years. There’s a lot to catch up on, and they barely had time to meet since he had to go away on a mission a few days after she returned.

When they reach the gardens surrounding the mansion, Emilia takes a deep breath and asks.

“So… why did you really come meet me tonight, Innie? I feel like you’ve not been completely honest.”

“You’ve always read me so well…” He smiles, but it doesn’t feel genuine. He looks almost sad. “I wanted to talk to you one last time.”

“What do you mean?” She frowns.

“I’m… going away. Tonight.” He averts his gaze, his eyes glossy.

“Why?”

“It’s obvious. Chris must hate me now that he knows the truth, and… if my own family doesn’t trust me, what point is there in staying?” He says, knowing how close to home this will hit for Emilia.

He’s right. If there’s no one on your side, why would you stay?

“I trust you.” She replies quietly, but he just shakes his head.

“That ship has sailed long ago, Emi… I just wanted to say goodbye. I know how I felt when you left without even so much as a farewell, and let me tell you, it wasn’t a nice feeling.”

“I’m truly sorry, Innie.” Emilia confesses from the bottom of her heart, and he hugs her.

She knows what he’s feeling. It’s all because of her, but there’s nothing she could say or do to make him change his mind at this point. She knows it all too well, for he has the same gaze she had that night when she decided to leave it all behind.

“Thank you for keeping my secret these past few years.” She whispers, and he separates his body from hers, grabbing her face with his hands. He keeps searching her eyes for something, but he doesn’t find it. He decides to close his instead and come closer to her, his lips merely millimetres away from hers, but he finds it within himself to stop in time.

“It appears I’m still selfish. You have a kid with him, and your heart is right there… I know it. But still… fuck. For my younger self who was head over heels for you, please reject me properly this time, so I can move on, hm?”

“I’m sorry, Innie. There was a time I wished it was you, really. But it’s not. I love you with all my heart, but…”

“But just as a friend.” He smiles and moves back. “I know. I’ve always known.”

“I’m sorry.”

“We can’t choose who we love.”

“Would’ve been so much easier if we could, don’t you think?”

“Yeah.”

“Can I be selfish too? Can I ask you to stay?”

“I’m sorry, Emi, but this time, I have to put myself first.”

Emilia nods and watches Jeongin walk away from her, waving his hand around with his back turned. Goodbyes are always bittersweet, and she wonders if he will really leave. Stray Kids has been everything he’s ever known, and it hurts her to think that he feels forced to let go of this life.

~

Chris finds it hard to focus on his work.

Maybe some air will help. He thinks as he stands up from his desk and goes to the window, opening it and smelling the night air.

He sees two silhouettes in the dark, Emilia and Jeongin, and carefully watches their interaction, but something feels off about the whole thing.

He shakes the thought away and returns to his desk, but even an hour later, he still thinks about what Jeongin’s behaviour could have meant. He stands up once again and goes directly to Jeongin’s room, and once he opens it, he finds the boy hunched over an opened suitcase, clothes scattered everywhere on the bed.

“Planning to go somewhere?” Chris asks. He is worried, but he tries to seem indifferent.

“I was waiting for you to kick me out, but since that never came, I decided to make it easier on you.” Jeongin shrugs, his back turned to Chris, but Chris just shakes his head and heads to the bed, throwing some clothes away and sitting down.

He pets the empty spot next to him and waits.

“Can we talk?” He asks, and eventually, Jeongin follows and sits down as well.

They stay in silence for a little while, both trying to think of what to say to each other. In these past years, they’ve barely talked. Unless it was for some mission or someone’s recovery, their interactions have been minimal.

“I know you hate me.” Chris starts. “I fucked up, and she left because of me. I know you resented me all these years.”

“… I know you also resented me for not being able to save her back then, and now that you know the truth, for lying to you.”

“Yeah, I was truly angry back then, but I eventually realised it was misdirected. And last month, when I saw her walk through that door and I realised that you’ve been lying to me for all these years… I was seething, to be honest.”

Jeongin doesn’t say anything, so he decides to continue.

“But Innie, I want to do better. I no longer want to be the man who bursts out in anger and acts impulsively. I thought about it long and hard, and you know what? I no longer want to lose anyone that’s precious to me. You are one of those people, and I want you to stay next to me as a cherished member of my team.”

“Chris, do you know how much I loved her? Do you know that I wanted to betray you and run away with her?”

“Yeah. I do.”

“And even now, years later, I even tried to kiss her.”

“Okay.”

“Do you still want me to stay?”

“Yes.”

“Even if I keep loving her?”

“Yes. Whether you love her or not… it doesn’t matter to me, Innie. You are one of the most important people in my life, and I want you to keep staying here with me. That won’t change, no matter how you’re feeling about me or her, or anyone else in this mafia. You’re my friend, Jeongin. My little brother.”

Jeongin starts tearing up, which brings Chris to tears as well, and they hug and silently promise each other loyalty.

“Hyung, you’re a really lucky man.” Jeongin says as Chris stands up and heads to the door.

“Lucky?” He chuckles. “How so?”

“She… she still loves you. I’m sure of it.”

“I don’t know, Innie… we haven’t talked at all since she came here...”

“Give it time, and I’m sure she’s going to eventually come back to you.”

Chris turns his lips upwards, a smile laced with sadness.

“Your daughter is really cute, Hyung.”

He smiles again, genuine this time, and walks out of Jeongin’s room, heading towards his bedroom.

He opens the door and freezes in the doorframe as he sees Emilia waiting for him next to the window.

“Is he truly leaving?” She asks, glancing outside.

“No.” Chris steps in, closing the door behind him. His breath hitches in his throat, and he finds it hard to inhale. Finally, she came here to talk.

“Did you talk him out of it?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.”

She straightens her back and takes a deep breath, then brushes past him and takes the door handle in her hand.

“Emilia, please wait-” Chris grabs her wrist, but he is quick to release it as soon as she throws him a sharp look.

“What?” She asks impatiently.

“I’m sorry. For everything I’ve done, for how much I’ve hurt you… I am truly sorry. I have no excuse.”

“That’s right, you don’t.”

“I know. I know there is probably no way for me to amend… I can’t change the past, I can’t change anything about what happened. The only thing I can do is improve myself to be a better man for you and our daughter.”

“Ivy is not our daughter.” She spits venomous words that are sure to hurt him, but the only thing he does is smile.

“I know you’re aware that we’re spending more and more time together each day. I know you let me do it…” He starts, and she averts her gaze. “I can’t just stand by while she calls some other man dad. I’m right here.”

“For Ivy and for me, Wooyoung is not just some other man. He is the person who stayed by my side and protected her in your stead. He protected us from you.”

“I would’ve never been able to kill you. I would’ve done it that night if I could’ve. But I couldn’t.” He whispers.

“I was stabbed, but you know what, Chris?” She looks back into his eyes, and they are so sharp, he felt them cut right through him. “It didn’t even hurt. I didn’t even feel the wound. The one in my heart was far too painful to feel anything else. What hurt the most were your words, your lack of trust.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I don’t care.”

“For how long are you going to punish me like this, Emilia?”

“You’re really asking me this?” She laughs. “For the rest of that miserable life of yours.”

“I’ve been visiting your grave every day… I’ve apologised countless times… I thought it over again and again, but still-”

“You should’ve done all of that before it was too late.”

“You’re here. It’s not too late. Is it?” He looks at her with hope, but instead of looking in his eyes, she glances behind him and notices the dagger she wore on her thigh on the night they met. She finds it somewhat amusing that he is keeping that old thing on display in his bookshelf.

Chris turns around and sees what she focuses on as well, and he smiles briefly before grabbing the dagger and taking it out of its sheath.

He hands it to her, and she grips it steadily.

“Come on.” He encourages her. “If you can’t forgive me, then do whatever you need to do. Finish what you started when you first came here. I won’t stop you. You can get your revenge and kill me right here.”

Emilia looks at the small blade in her hand, and then in Chan’s eyes. He is serious.

“Come on.” He whispers, grabbing her hand and pointing it towards his abdomen.

Her hand is trembling, but she obliges, and she feels the blade cut through his skin. Chris winces but tries not to let out any sounds as the blade goes deeper and deeper.

Emilia keeps shaking more and more, as she realises that she doesn’t get any satisfaction from hurting Chris. She doesn’t want to hurt him.

She still loves him.

Fuck.

“I… I loved you… so, so much.” She whispers while twisting the knife in his abdomen. Crimson blood starts spewing out of the wound, but Chris doesn’t even flinch. His face contorts with pain, but other than that, he grabs her waist and holds on tight for support.

“That’s okay, love… let it all out.” He whispers.

“It hurt. It hurt then, and it still hurts so fucking much, Chris…” She cries out. She has been mourning her relationship with Chris for years now, even if they spent more time apart than she spent next to him.

How come a mere human could have feelings so powerful, she wondered? 

… And why couldn’t she let go of them?

“I can’t- I can’t even hurt you.” She looks back in his eyes, her cheeks stained by tears.

“I’m so sorry, my love. I was wrong. Let me do it right this time.”

“N-no.” She shakes her head. “How can I trust you after what I’ve been through, hm? I can’t. You can beg for forgiveness all you want, but… I will never forgive you, Chris.” She says harshly, feeling the need to dig the knife in a little deeper. However, the trembling in her hands gets to be too much, and she lets go of the dagger instead.

Somehow, hurting him is not making her feel any better. It does the exact opposite, and she’s never felt so emotionally drained.

“What if I-”

“Shut up.” She cuts him off. “There is nothing… nothing you could do to magically fix what happened, okay?!”

Chris lets his head fall down and looks at the dagger still piercing his abdomen.

Emilia is no longer holding it, so he decides to test whether she truly doesn’t care about him.

“Okay.” He nods. “If you truly don’t care about me anymore, I understand. It will be alright.”

He takes hold of the dagger and pulls it out of his abdomen, as blood starts flowing uncontrollably, dirtying the floor in front of him.

Emilia gasps in panic and tries to cover Chan’s wound, but he loses blood quickly and collapses to the ground.

In a frenzy, she runs out of the room straight to Jeongin.

“Help!” She shouts, and as he sees her covered in blood, he feels panic rush through his veins. He follows her to Chris’ desk, where Chris is laying down with his back supported against the bookshelf, holding onto his wound.

“What the fuck happened?” Jeongin looks at Emilia for any explanation, but there’s nothing she can tell him. She watches as Jeongin skillfully stops the bleeding and cleans the wound, and once she knows Chris is out of any danger, she leaves the room, anger boiling into her heart.

How could he pull this out, after how much he’s hurt her already?

Is he willing to let her kill him if that’s what she wants?

How dare he?

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Chapter 4 | Chapter 6

[lovelykiitsune]

❞ 𝐃𝐢𝐥𝐟!𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐁𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐬

❞warning: dead wife + illness/sickness + Grammar mistakes + Akuneko kids are fictional and not canon, they're my ocs + no editing bcs this is reuploaded from my deleted blogs/acc

word count: 6k

a/n: the Villa Butlers and Nobles are coming soon, but I don't know when ^^;

1st Floor Butlers profile:

Dilf!Berrien Cliane - the ex-barista, he recently divorced his wife, but has won custody of his twins. Daisy and Benjamin Cliane, they almost look exactly like him. He adore them, and always love them. Raising two children could be hard and difficult, especially as a single father that recently divorced his ex-wife. His ex-wife wanted to refuse to pay child support, but couldn't due to Berrien that had won the court. He haven't told his kids about the impact with the devils. He was worried that might affect his relationship with his children.

Dilf!Berrien always apologize for his children mess. He wouldn't scold them, since he is a gentle father. He would tell them, not to bother you because you are the master of Grosvenor manison and families. Jokes on you Berrien. You loved the his kids. You always adore them. You three will always enjoy him brewing the tea and severing it. He always thanking you for looking after his kids. Very apologetic single father. Daisy and Benjamin loved their father more than their mother.

Dilf!Berrien always check on kids, grades, schooling, behavior, and their mental health too. He loved it when you spend time with his twins, it's help him to relax while he was on duty. You found him, playing the piano while the kids were dancing and singing together, holding hands as they twirls around the dance room. Yes, he could attract other towns women. His ex-barista move while serving you tea, makes you get distracted. Aruji-sama! Don't get distracted by his move! You're spilling the tea!

Dilf!Berrien kids, Daisy would always come to his office, she wants her father to rest. You can't say no to her puppy face. Benjamin is a shy kid, his twin sister is energetic and very talkative. Benjamin wants his father to stop working, he would come and place his tiny hand on his father lap. He have a quiet voice. Also can't say no to his puppy face. They would help him with his work, but Berrien is too focus, wanting them to finish their school works and activities. Since Berrien is always busy with his duty and won't able to pick his kids, at least you volunteer.

Dilf!Berrien didn't plan to find another lover. He wants to focus on his time with his twins and you. He would find you and the kids in your bedroom. There papers filled with crayons with different colors mostly scribbled. Your room is a mess Aruji-sama...! He would tuck you in your sleep until he took the kids to sleep. He will NOT step on the drawings that you and the kids made. He would look at it and collect. A smile appears on his face as he neatly tucked them away. He will probably keep it somewhere safe.

"This is a lovely masterpiece Aruji-sama, Daisy and Benjamin. I'll keep it somewhere safe. Thank you for being in my life. I really appreciate it. You worked hard today, you deserve some rest."

Dilf!Lono Fontaine - The chef of the Michelin stars restaurants. Now he is working as a butler, but a chef...? He could sprinkle like salt bae. He was divorced by his ex-wife, but his wife doesn't want her son, so he accepts the offer. He already knew taking care a kid is like taking care of another human responsibility. I mostly see him as a good father and amazing father type rewards. He absolutely loved his son, Alex. They do have a good relationship, but sometimes Alex would also get along with Bastien too. Who has no interest with Alex.

Dilf!Lono always Lono. He would argue with Bastien, but not in fornt of Alex. He hates seeing his son witness the fight. It's really hard to make up with them. He would like it if you spend time with Alex because he seems to be really attached with you. Alex is a very positive kid, he has a wild imagination.

Remember that Dilf!Lono could bake cakes and sweets. Baking with son and father bounding moment. Imagine the mess in the kitchen. Anyway! Dilf!Lono would definitely give the kids sweet, but in secret! (Yeah they found yet and scold him abt it but SHHH)

Dilf!Lono is actually very smart at math. He would help his son or the other butlers daughters/sons with their math homework. He is actually good at fraction and measurement math homework, but he doesn't give out answered. The butlers will be watching *cough* *cough* anyways! He would reward them with sweets pastries, if they gotten the right answer. If they got it wrong, he is very patient for them to figure it out.

Since Dilf!Lono has duty. He liked seeing you and his son spending time together, either baking or decorating pastries. Yes, he is the type of dad would cry if you the Aruji-sama of the Grosvenor manison and his son, gifted him the Happy Father's Day.

"Haha, Thank you Alex and Aruji-sama. You two are the precious people, that I've ever met. Huh? I'm crying? AH! N-No! I'm not crying! I just got back from duty... i... Thank you... Alex and Aruji-sama..."

Dilf!Bastien Kelly - returning military and now working as the butlers of Grosvenor manison. He has one daughter, Meredith Kelly. His wife eventually died due to giving birth to his daughter. He hasn't gotten used to his wife passing, but he doesn't blame his daughter for the death. He loved his daughter to death. He is extremely protective of her. He doesn't like it when Alex gotten near her. He will give death glares to Lono, if he is giving her sweets. He will keep an eye on Alex aka Lono's son. If he has interest in his daughter. Ehe overprotective father mode is on!

Dilf!Bastien isn't good at communicating with his daughter. He is worried of being a terrible father or her role model since he was mostly focused on training everyday. He doesn't have time spending time with his daughter. His daughter knew that he was busy, since she always spending time with you or the other butler kids. She doesn't hate or dislike her father. She is a fast learner, she did knew her birth-mother passing.

Dilf!Bastien is the type of father would watch over her in silence like a overprotective father would be, hiding behind the building or tree. He will see you and his daughter together, either reading under the tree or petting muu. His love language for his daughter was either silent or just awkward hugs. Dilf!Bastien doesn't like sweets, but his daughter was the opposite. He is good at making braids for his daughter. He will add any flowers to show that he loved her. You remember complimenting on Meredith. You could see Dilf!Bastien choke on his tea. He is blushing while he excused himself to do "training."

Dilf!Bastien doesn't mind if you spend time with his daughter as long she doesn't get hurt. He is a social awkward father, but doesn't know how to communicate. You did saw Bastien and his daughter petting Muu together. You almost squeal as you saw him smile, you almost got caught. You could hear him communicating with his daughter the first time. Dilf!Bastien and his daughter spending time together! The first time! You wanted to record, but you respect his privacy, as you lean on the wall and listen.

"I guess spending time with you isn't bad... I apologize for avoiding you since you were the kid... It's not your fault that your mother died. I always still love you and your mom too... Um... Can we spend time together one last time... please?"

Second Floor Butler Profile:

Dilf!Harues Clifford - Ex-Police officers, currently going through his wife death. He and his two son had moved towns to towns. He quit being the police officer, now currently working for you, Aruji-sama. His two sons were well-behaved and very bright. Owen (youngest) and August (oldest) Clifford. They're like father to son personality. They both wanted to help their father with duty but they were told not to bother. They will be in the library or just be with you.

Dilf!Haures would never force his two sons to do training unless they asked or wanted to. He would take it easy on them, since they're both are kids. This may be funny of weird but... they are exactly like Haures. They eat just like him. Their personality is like Haures. How they wear and how they speak. Of course, they will scold other butlers just like him. You remember listening to Owen and August scolding at Ammon and Boschi for not doing their duty. You couldn't hold your laughs, but you left anyways. No, they aren't shy around women.

You adore Dilf!Haures two sons. You always spend time with them. Reading and doing puzzle together. Dilf!Haures like Bastien doesn't have freetime to spend time with his sons. He always training or working. He doesn't ask his sons for help since he doesn't want them to be involved. He will scold them for being involved. Since he is extremely tired and would yell at them on accident. Which leaves Owen the youngest in tears. Which leaves a awkward silent treatment for both of them.

Dilf!Haures always tired for scolding other butlers and being on duty 24/7. He doesn't mean to yelled at his two sons. He will give Owen favorite for a gift for an apologize. He may be not good with kids, but at least you are there. He doesn't want to be a bad father, he just want them to know that he love them and show that he made a mistake a promise not to do it again. You often see tired Dilf!Haures and his two son sleeping on the library with a book on his hands. You couldn't help but took a picture. Whoops! Seems that you forgot to turn off the flash. Congrats you woke him up.

"A-Aruji-sama! W-What are you doing here? Huh? I fell asleep in the library...? My apologize, I'm gonna leave now. Huh? Owen and August laying next to me? You... want me to stay with them...? *sighs* Alright if you inist... Do you mind if you stay here too...?"

Dilf!Fennesz Oswald - Librarian as a part-time and worked as a bulter full time. A lots of middle age women will always come to Dilf!Fennesz part time, so they could talk to him. Same as Haures, he is currently going through his dead wife pregnant has passed away in the carriage crash. He was happy that his only son that survived, he was sad that his unborn child that passed away too. Quite a harsh reality to face, but he is still happy that his son has survived. His son's name is Liam Oswald, the surviving member during the carriage crash.

Dilf!Fennesz had to face reality. He is really trying to be in the best mood for his son. He doesn't blame his son for the accident. He loved and adore his son very much, that it hurt him. He still visit his dead wife grave, giving her favorite flowers. He's the type of dad would hold his emotions then break down when he is alone. He will act like nothing happen when he came to his part time or back to the Grosvenor manison. Deep inside you already knew his past due to Liam explanation. Liam is very honest kid, he loved his hard-working father. He was raised by the right father, but sometimes Dilf!Fennesz doubt that thinking that he was a terrible father for raising his son alone.

Dilf!Fennesz is the opposite of the rest of Dilf!Butlers. He just let his son do whatever. If he wants play soccer, no worries! He would sign his son up! Oh? He wants to join the chess clubs? Absolutely! Oh...? Student council? Definitely! Why not? Dilf!Fennesz would not let his son do his library or butler work.

Since Dilf!Fennesz worked in the library in his part time. He always brought books for his son read together. You could see or hear that he is reading to his son aloud. Your heart melt when hearing that Dilf!Fennesz is spending time with his son during bedtime stories. Liam would always go to your room, since his father either duty work or library. He likes spilling about how amazing his father was. Liam love telling you about the memories of his families. You were on the urge of tears because how heartbreaking and wholesome. What's you didn't know that Dilf!Fennesz was hiding behind the doors, holding stack of books. He wasn't mad or upset. He too was almost on the urge of tears but he just smile.

*Knock* *Knock*

"Excuse me Aruji-sama. It's getting late. Do you want to read a bedtime story? Hm...? You do? Wonderful! Please get comfortable. You can pick any stories. Oh? The Princess of the Moon? Sure, let's read it together, okay?"

Dilf!Boschi Arenas - Look! I know what's you're thinking, but shush! Anyways! Dilf!Boschi is a good dad. Let's me explain. He is learning how to be a good father for his son and daughter. His son (youngest) Rhys and his daughter (oldest) Emily Arenas. Rhys is a wild-child, always misbehave and causes a lot of butler having a headache. Emily Arenas, however is a gentle, kind, helpful girl. Of course she is a big sister to Rhys and will scold Rhys and apologize to you for her brother behavior. Dilf!Boschi will doesn't mind Rhys to be a troublemaker as long he doesn't stole his father prosthetic arm or mask. Imagine the mansion was chase by Rhys and Boschi heavy footsteps in the hallway.

Dilf!Boschi adopted Rhys and Emily. They aren't his biological kids. He knew that someone has abandoned them in the alleyway during the rain when they were baby and a child, but they already knew that they don't have a mom in their life. He does like it when Rhys bother Haures, but he will drag Rhys away if he is making you feel uncomfortable. Emily always help with her father chores, but she will be caught by her father working on his chores. She is ban from touching any supplies of chores. That doesn't stop Emily because she will make any hairstyle for her father. Braids? Boom! Ponytail? No worries! A bun? Yeah, she got this! At least Emily is having fun putting flowers or hair clips on her father's long smooth hair.

Dilf!Boschi doesn't mind spending time with his kids. He wanted to have a bounding moment with them. Since they don't have a mom. Emily and Rhys sees you as a mother to them. You always look after them when their father wasn't around. You always spend time with them. Even tho you are Aruji-sama in the Grosvenor mansion and the families too. Emily will make flower crowns that made from daisy from the ground and Rhys running in circles around the tree. He will act like he doesn't care, but reality his heart was warming up. Emily really like Ammon since he has teach her how to braid or make other hairstyle to make for her father. Boschi will act like he doesn't care and would be tough. He is cracking a small smile on his face as he cross his arms.

Dilf!Boschi like the rest of the butlers. He is protective of his two children. He doesn't like it when Haures oldest son has interest in his daughter. He would 100% separate them. You did have a girly talk with Emily about crushes. He doesn't accept his daughter having crushes. Not on his watch. Nope! Never in the million years. He still have nightmares seeing his daughter got kissed by on the back of her hand by Haures oldest son, August. Rhys is fine. He is just poking his father's prosthetic arm is laid on the table.

Dilf!Boschi isn't very much an academic. Emily or the other butlers children would be either studying in the library or just be with you. He does want his kids to learn about fencing. Not saying he is a bad father but he is a chill-laid back father type, expect overprotective of his daughter and his son too. He will see them studying in the library alone. Quite chaotic for Rhys, but Emily scold him to be quiet. Hours pass by, he is still checking on them to make sure if they're still there. It's getting dark. He saw Emily and Rhys sleeping on top of the table. He was worried that they were sleeping there for too long. Yes, he practiced with his prosthetic arm to carry them. Useless now because he heard you passing by.

"Hm, Aruji-sama. It's a getting late. I will escort you to your room soon. Hm? You want to help me carry those kids? Ha. No need I'm fine. W-Wait! Don't get injured. Ha... sorry, I just painck... at least let me tucked them to sleep. You should get some sleep too. It's getting late..."

Dilf!Ammon Lead - Gardener... he is just a gardener. ANYWAYS! He recently recovering from his wife passing. His daughter, Rośe Lead. Like Fennesz, he thought he was doing a terrible job of raising his daughter. Reality, he is doing a fantastic job for raising his daughter like a lady. She will cover her father lies, but will get caught little sooner, but you cannot say no to her puppy eyes. He and Rośe had a very healthy relationship of daughter and father bounding. They would spend time in the gardening. Like the rest of the butler, he is a little overprotective and a little of laid back father, but he would only teach her how to take care of flowers and other plants.

Dilf!Ammon - He liked making a small gift for his daughter, flowers crowns. She loved flower crown. You would see her mostly everyday, coming to your room and place any flowers crown on your head. She also gift Muu some too. Please praise this girl for doing a good job. She mostly gift everybody with flower crown made from her hands. Also since her name is Rośe, her father would make her stay away from actual rose flowers torns. You could hear him talking about his daughter embarrassing story how Rośe as a toddler touch the torns but she acts like nothing happen. Poor Dilf!Ammon after he saw his daughter finger bleeding. Don't worry he didn't passed out.

Dilf!Ammon - doesn't like talking about his past or the scar on his back. If you or his daughter asked, he would brush it off and change the topic. You never questioned it after you heard Boschi explain it to you expect for his daughter. You and Rośe would spend time together in your room or in the garden. If her father was busy doing his duty and couldn't be together. Not like Boschi but if Dilf!Ammon found out that his little girl has a crush. He would never question it because he want to respect her privacy, but he would tease her on which boys that she has a crush on. You just stood there and watch the teasing. Not wanting to upset her.

Dilf!Ammon - isn't the type of father that would scold or yelled at her for making a mistake. He is the calming dad, I think he is the type who would calmly explain that making mistake is okay as long you didn't do it in the future. He does hate to see his daughter cried. He would reassure her by calming her down. He is trying his best to comfort her. You were passing by the garden place and see Rośe with her dad. She is crounching down in tears. You made eye contact with Dilf!Ammon. You turn away as nothing happen but you hid behind the walls as you listen to their convo.

"Shhh... it's alright my little rose. Don't cry, don't let those tears spoil you. Papa is here, it's alright, papa loves you. It's alright to make mistake, I'm not mad at you. You are a amazing kid. You are loved. Hm...? You want Aruji-sama? Alright, let's find them okay? How about they could join you for flower crown? Ah, there's that smile."

Third Floor Butler Profile:

Dilf!Lucas Thompscie - Doctor. Is it obvious? Anyways! A total dad on crack, mostly inserting dad jokes in fornt of his daughter and his butler mates, especially you. You are not tired of his jokes since he does respect your discussion. Lucy Thompscie aka his daughter, doesn't understand her dad's jokes, but she still laughs it off tho. He is divorced by his ex-wife after finding out that she was after his knowledge and looks. He did won custody of his daughter. I mean fair because Dilf!Lucas has good looks and women would charm him. He still adored his daughter. Anyways, you found Lucy pretty cute. She doesn't really like spending time with her dad, mostly on you. Yeah, that her father in the corner.

Dilf!Lucas - He always busy with his work. That's the reason why his daughter doesn't want to bother him or spending time. Lucy would cling on to you like a Koloa. Her father's did gave her a stuff pastel rose pink with white spots long ears bunny. She still have it because you will see her carrying it everywhere, 24/7. Don't question it! Since Dilf!Lucas always busy on his work. He will make hia daughter stay away from Miyaji and his kids too. Quite a show, but the rest of the butler would separated them, preventing from seeing each other. He will make his daughter eating healthy things. She will fight him until he told her to finish it. You pray for that poor kid. He wanted her to be healthy and not be sick. Since kids needed some vitamins and nutrients.

Dilf!Lucas - Yes, he drinks wine like those wine mom. He doesn't drink in fornt of his daughter since she mostly cling to you or Muu. She rarely visit him. If she does then she pull her eye bag and stick her tongue out. She isn't like those misbehaving children. She doesn't like her father. You cannot tell if he is used to this or is he heartbroken that his daughter despite him. Reality he is used to her behavior, he knew that she is a shy kid. He would just laugh it off saying that she just shy. He was glad that she doesn't have to watch him over his shoulder doing his work.

Dilf!Lucas - since his childhood, he was very smart growing up and ended up in college at a very young age. He wanted his daughter to study and do well at school. He is fine if his daughter was or wasn't intelligent enough for her education. He would help her, depends how his schedule or how busy he was. He won't ask for your request because you are Aruji-sama. Eventually you helped Lucy anyways. Yes, he did try to stop you from helping her. He just wanted to test his daughter intelligence with all the subjects. If you're out of town of something, he will babysat his daughter, by making her sitting on his stool, doing absolutely nothing beside clinging into her pastel pink rose stuff bunny plush. She will not join the other butler kids because she rather being with you instead. He doesn't question his daughter about and thinking that she just too shy.

"Lucy dear, stop giving me the cold look. You remind me of Mr. Miyaji. I understand you wanted to see Aruji-sama, but they are at work/school right now. Oh? You don't want to play with the butlers kids? *chuckles* how about this. I will take a break from work, so we could some chess together? How about that? No? *sighs* you're just like Aruji-sama. Stubborn... I still love you kid okay? Let's take a break shall we? How about some ice cream break? Just a father and daughter moment."

Dilf!Nac Stein - Hear me out. HEAR ME OUT! I haven't figured out or have talked about his old work place but seeing his official art of what his past was. ANYWAY not gonna spoil it. Dilf!Nac definitely pretty, handsome and he never age. He still working with Grosvenor families. He still took care of finances. I would say that he is divorced, his wife won custody but the children has visitation, so they could visit their father any time they want. The youngest daughter Elena and the oldest son Trey. He absolutely adore his two children, you remember meeting them the first time. Exact same eyes as Nac has, and no Aruji-sama they are not twins. I mean they have the same feature but they're not twins. You don't often see Trey and Elena a lot since they are living with their mother. You don't really meet her a lot since Dilf!Nac didn't bring the topic about his ex-wife or meeting someone else. He rather foucs on you, the kids and his work.

Dilf!Nac is always Nac. He still complimenting you of being beautiful/handsome. A father with boost confidence. Don't feel ashamed or creep out! He just want to see you smile and feeling good about yourself. Remember that Lamli and him were enemies. Yeah, they are still the same as always. He doesn't want his kids to be the same behavior as Lamli. No worries, they are not like him, quite the opposite to their father personality. Trey is a independent young man, he treats women with respect, but he is terrible at complimenting people back, and also helpful. Elena quite a bookworm. She's really quiet, it gets to the point where her father would always check on her because she was too quiet, but nope she is sitting in the corner reading. He doesn't compare his kids, he loved them to death.

Dilf!Nac is very elegant looking. He doesn't have wrinkles or any eyes bags under his eyes. He does have a beauty marks and a scar the same as always. He likes neats things, he always make sure his kids outfit was straightened and dress well. No filthy, because that does really bother him. He always make sure that his kids have manners and respecting him and the others especially you because you are Aruji-sama. He doesn't like kids that disrespecting you or him. Also I forgot to mention that he always talk about how amazing you were. I bet the kids already knew how amazing you are. RIP the kids can't say that enough to their dad, they just nodded their heads as they listen to their dad ranting about you. You did sneeze eventually.

I did read more information about Dilf!Nac that he likes to do embroidery. Imagine he was doing Embroidery with his daughter, Elena or his son, Trey together during break. You did find them together in Nac's office place, working on Embroidery. You didn't disturb them, you just left with a smile on your face. You should bring your phone/camera over. At least he is taking a break with his kids and spending time together.

"Now, now. Trey, don't painc. You are doing an amazing job. Make sure you follow the pencil line where to drew. Ah, don't poke your finger with the needle. Oh? Elena that's an amazing flower right there. Keep up with the good work! You two are doing well. I'm pretty sure Aruji-sama would like it if you show it to them!"

Dilf!Lamli Bennett - how do I explain this? Wasn't sure if he was a good father or just bad...? Anyway! He still have that baby face and no, he doesn't age like Nac does. His personality may still the same like always. Always and continues to annoy Nac nagging and won't do his duty, but will do it unless Nac nagging them again. I was thinking that Lamli is actually widowed. His wife has passed away due to an illness. He tries his best to raise his twins since he has the childish personality. About the twins they are like the high school host club twins but no incest, but they look exactly the same. I feel bad for Aruji-sama for being involved with the game, "who's the real Aki or Jin?" Yeah, they are childish like their father, but they do like pulling on pranks on the other butlers or the kids but not you. Very chaotic Bennett family here. You could see Nac or Haures/or his eldest son scolding the Bennett twins.

Dilf!Lamli - he always spend time with you. He knows who is Aki or Jin but he wouldn't tell you unless you praise him or give him attention then he will tell you which one is Aki and Jin. Good luck remembering that because they wore the same clothes and wouldn't leave any difference. He doesn't want to stress you out. Remember his personality may still the same. Well, Dilf!Lamli is very protective of you and his sons too. Well in public, he acts like a gentlemen, but he hates other nobles flirting you or harassing you. He does carry an extra knife in his pocket. Don't worry the twins will stop their father from stabbing another noble. I forgot to mention that Dilf!Lamli doesn't drink like Lucas does. He rather foucs on you since you are his master.

Dilf!Lamli - he isn't good with kids that cried. I know. It may sound rude but it true. He doesn't know how to comfort the kids from crying. He isn't good comforting the kids but he will make silly faces preventing them from crying. If it works then that calms Lamli down. If it doesn't then he has to think harder. He does enjoy being with his sons pranking on other butlers or their kids. You would hear loud footsteps running from the hallway or scolding. He did stop the twins from pranking you. He would probably lecture them about how great you are and should be respected. That didn't stop the twins, they will continue try to prank you until they will be caught red-handed. At least you're not covered in anything due to Lamli protection. You could finally sighs in reliefs. Yeah, the twins like pranking Muu too. They loved Muu by the way.

Dilf!Lamli would take you to stars gaze. He'll probably wake you up around midnight or 3 am. You might be thinking? Does he takes his kids too? Yeah, the twins are awake and peaking over their father shoulders. You four did sneak out of the mansion to see stars or the Aurora lights. You could see him pointing at the stars and the constellations. You could see him smiling, you don't see eyes bags under his eyes. He is telling you and the twins about the stars and the history. At least you could stay a little longer. He does let you rest your head on his lap while you are either sleeping or awake listening to his story. Sometimes the twins would be bored and would run around the woods, not too far. They know how late it was, and they knows about angels. Sometimes you would hear them singing K-I-S-S-I-N-G songs. Imagine that woke the butlers and would get scold, expect for you. If you're either too sleepy or fully awake.

"Aruji-sama! Aruji-sama! Look! That's a headless angels! Isn't that amazing! Imagine the angels hunt is like that. Wouldn't be so cool! Hey! Hey! There's a Cassiopeia- Oh? Aruji-sama? Are you sleeping? Hehe! Don't worry you're safe with me and the stars too. I'll take you to your room. Have sweets dream Aruji-sama!"

Basement Profile:

Dilf!Miyaji Oldia - definitely good with kids especially with every butlers sons and daughters. Dilf!Miyaji does age a bit but his scar still remains on his face. He has some small wrinkles under his eyes. He still kept his tall, elegant looks very nice. He wasn't big fan of big event, but he was also quite popular with women. Not very popular than Lucas, but a little bit. Yes, Dilf!Miyaji does have a only son. He seems very much a babysitter in this manison. He would watch the kids if any one of them comes near the danger. Very much a fatherly figurine, always there for the kids, and very masculine. He does have a really good relationship with his son and other children too. Pretty much everybody even the kids like Dilf!Miyaji because how soft-spoken that he was. He is pretty much busy with everybody kids or sometimes on duty if he wasn't with the kids.

Dilf!Miyaji - is a music teacher, and used to be a doctor. He is now working with the Grosvenor families. You are surprised that a man in his late 40s with a son, now working with two jobs. You do understand that he is good with kids and a loyal butlers babysitter. Lucas and Dilf!Miyaji still remains enemies. He does have a flashback when his son being polite to Lucy aka Lucas's daughter. No problem! He must respect women and others too. What he didn't know that, his son, Makoto is that he kiss her back hand. Yes, he saw everything. He took his son and ran off with Lucy being left alone and confused. You were watching in the distance, not knowing what to do. He doesn't want his son to be with his enemies daughter or in the future. Would be awkward, if Lucy's has become his daughter-in-law and Lucas would be there.

Dilf!Miyaji more like daddy wolf- *cough* *cough* ANYWAY! Since he is protective of the kids. Well... he is protective of you too. He will a death glare to anyone that wanted to hurt you. He does also have to take care of Lato's sanity. He was worried about Lato being close to the kids. He does know that he gentle towards the ladies. Dilf!Miyaji was lucky to get off his nasty marriage. He mostly focused on you, and the children sake. Similar to everybody, he doesn't plan to find another lover. Since he was a music teacher, but he is smart and intelligent. He is very helpful around the kids if they're stuck on their homework or school work. He will be embarrassed if you stood in fornt of the door, having a Tea party with the kids. He will clear his throat, not wanting to be rude. You still remember it, but he will brush it off if you bring that topic up. Don't embarrassed him in fornt of the other butlers.

Dilf!Miyaji is a... boomer. *kiit laughing in the background* I'M SORRY HE IS ACTUALLY! He doesn't know how to use smartphones. You eventually have to teach him on how to use it. You know how parents held their phones. Glasses and the phone farther away from their face. Yeah, that him. You have to held your laugh. He is not technically blind, but he will put bold words and very bright screen to max. Eventually you're done with helping him, how to use the phone. The image will appears on your head during lessons. Good luck helding your laughs because he is there with you. He will be happy if you hang out with him or play with the kids while he watching them. You two were like mother and father to them. The kids secretly think that you two were a couple. I mean, they're not wrong. You act like you heard nothing but deep inside you are flustered. Dilf!Miyaji still like sunbathing, like always... anyways! He already knew that kids are noisy, but he is good how to calm them down. You would be watching Dilf!Miyaji lifting the basket with his musculine, buff, arms. You try to look away, but he always caught you red-handed. He doesn't mind if you don't do anything gross.

"Aruji-sama, you have been looking at me. Is it one of the kids hiding behind the white sheets? No...? Oh... Ah? What's wrong? You're looking red. Are you having a fever...? It's not really hot today. It should be a little warm today. Hm...? My arms...? Ah... you are flustered about... me...? Ah, I apologize I should find the kids first. Hm? You want me to stay? Alright, I'll stay. Children should get some fresh air too."

Flure Gracia - I don't see him as a dilf. All I know that he isn't good with kids. At least he is having fun designing the outfits for them. Poor Flure would be tease terribly. No worries the kids love Flure. He seems very sweet with the kids while Miyaji isn't around. He doesn't know how to handle their feelings or their behavior. If one of the girls have a doll or a stuff plush. He would create them an accessories and outfits. He does enjoy seeing the kids praising them. He often help Miyaji with his other duty. He does get tease by Lato, because he gotten a lot of attention from kids. He rather being with you and the kids.

"Aruji-sama, I may be shy around kids, but do you mind staying with me? I do enjoy having you around. I apologize for hogging you."

No, Flure will not show his dolls to them.

Lato Bacca - Also don't see him as a dilf. Same thing with Miyaji. He is good with the ladies, but on the gentlemen... um... alright. He will watch over the kids, but Miyaji would refuse, but he would watch them for protection if they got bully or misbehave. He rather getting hurt instead the kids getting hurt. Some kids would be scared of him because of his aura and eyes. You didn't find him scary. You understand that they're kids. Lato would run away if his sanity gotten worse. He would leave the kids confused. At least Miyaji could get to comfort him. Once Lato got warm up with the kids. They will start to like him more. Be careful not to swing one of the kids Lato...

"Aruji-sama, welcome home. I'm playing with the kids. They are starting to warm up with me. Hm? Miyaji-sensei is not here, he is in his music part-time. Don't worry, I will be careful with the kids. You trust me right?"

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-10:30PM-

"Guys.. I think we are losing customers."

"Well no shit." Akaza thought out loud as he stared at the papers infront of him.

All three of them, Akaza, Douma and Daki, were given a job to do.

"Think of an idea to get back my customers." From Muzan of course.

"No need to be mean.." Douma mumbled as he played with the pen in his hand.

It was late at night and Muzan ordered those three to stay up and ONLY focus on the restaurant.

"How did they even get popular..?" Daki asked herself as she scrolled through her twitter feed.

"Oh." I guessed she found out.

"You two, look at this." She said as she raised her phone up to the others.

It was a tweet from you talking about a sleep over live stream, that was happening right now.

"And you're showing us this because?"

"We go over there and see what's so special about them that's taking our customers." Daki said, rather proudly.

"That's a literal crime-"

"I say we do it!" Douma powered over Akaza's words as the duo high fived each other.

Akaza stared at them with a bored look, wondering why he's even here with them for "ideas".

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-11:49PM-

"I knew it was a mistake staying over here.." Zenitsu complained. again.

"Can someone shut this kid up."

"I'm literally older than you?"

"Would you both stop."

They did but both the brown-gold and teal eyes stared at you.

"Cmon Mui stop staring at me and help me build this fort."

He sighed and then made his way towards you.

Mitsuri was entertaining your fans while you, Zenitsu and Muichiro build the fort they wanted you all to make.

The others were outside, probably in the kitchen trying to find snacks or food to eat.

But Zenitsu here doesn't want to help build because he's a wussy.

"Do something and not sit down on the floor."

"Don't tell me what to do kid." Zenitsu mumbled.

Muichiro said nothing and just stared at the boy on the floor.

You ignored them and continued building the fort, because it's fun.

Just then a boar burst in the room!

"I GOT AN IDEA!"

"What is wrong with you-"

"Shut up girl.. Nice fort I wanna go in." Inosuke replied as he crawled into the fort.

But he had something in his hand and that was a.. laptop!!

"Tell pinky dinky doo to bring the camera over here." He ordered you as Muichiro and Zenitsu got themselves it inside the fort.

"Pinky dinky doo Inosuke said to bring the camera over here!" You said, plopping behind Mitsuri, startling her a bit.

"Oh! Okay!" She said as she hurriedly made her where inside the fort.

Inosuke had omegle up and was already speaking to someone, yelling actually.

"What is happening.." You asked.

"They told him he looks stupid in his boar pajamas." Muichiro said as he stared at the commotion in front of him.

Meanwhile Zenitsu was laughing his buttocks off!

You turned your attention to Inosuke and the laptop.

"A grown boy like you dressed up in that?" A child laughed out.

He's having beef with a random child on the internet..

"I just know your mother hates you."

"Oh." You said as you shared a look with Mitsuri, her face holding a concerned one.

"Inosuke-"

"You know what's funny? Thinking how your mother probably almost swallo-"

"OKAY, enough of that!" You said as skipped the kid.

"Why did you do that for?" He glared at you as you glared back.

"Hi?" The sound from the laptop breaking the glaring contest but before anyone can respond they responded for you.

"OMGAD ITS INOSUKE AND Y/N AND MITSURI AND MUI-"

"How about no more omegle." Muichiro said as he took off the tab.

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"Do you all even know how to cook?"

Shinobu asked the guys as they all stared at each other.

"My girlfriends do it for me."

She blankly stared at the man in front of her.

"Lord help these men.." She mumbled, holding her head in distress.

But she continued to speak,

"It's only popping popcorn so it won't be that hard, I'm going to the washroom so have fun." She ended and indeed made her way to the washroom.

Sanemi made his way to the couch, Tengen just stood staring at the pack, Obanai staring at Tengen and I'm not naming the others, they were all doing nothing but staring at each other, besides Gyomei. because he's blind.

Giyuu sighed, took the popcorn bag and placed it in the microwave.

"Just take it out when the microwave is done." He said as he made his way into the dining room to check on the kids.

Leaving the others here with a microwave on.

"Do we just wait here?" Tengen asked.

"Well no shit sherlock." Sanemi answered him, still on the couch.

Gyomei made his way towards the couch with a pack of nuts in his hand, munching away.

Rengoku on the other hand was head first against the microwave staring at the spinning bag with his hands on his hips.

"You work as a teacher in a school and you're literally standing infront of a microwave?" Obanai thought to himself.

"What's wrong with standing in front of a microwave?" Tengen asked.

"I've lost hope for the students in your school." Obanai said as he made his way upstairs.

(its not that harmful but i was told multiple times to not stand infront of the microwave, or just rest your head against it bc thats just dumb!)

Rengoku and Tengen stared at each other for a while until the microwave began to beep.

Rengoku stepped away a bit from it and opened up the microwave, removing the popcorn from inside it.

"Do you all think it's ready?" He asked them as they all just stared at each other.

"Maybe I should put it back in there for a little bit longer."

He was about to do that until a sound outside was heard.

"Did you all hear that?" Rengoku asked them yet no one answered.

He shrugged and began to place the bag back in the microwave but was snatched out his hand by Shinobu as she made her way upstairs with the popcorn.

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"Are these people dumb?" Daki asked as she stared at them through the window.

"I KNOW you are not talking." Akaza said as he stared at the both of them. Daki standing ontop of Douma as he's on all fours on the floor.

"Shut up."

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I am really really enjoying being a grandma. 💕 I really goofed up being a Mom. I was a young divorced Mom at age 27 raising two little girls ages 3 and 5 all alone until they were grown. Their Dad had them on weekends and Wednesday. I was working two and three jobs without a college education, gone all the time and my parents stepped in and helped me raise them. I felt so bad, so guilty, and like a huge failure. I was out searching for love, instead of being a super Mom. I failed at being at their softball games and other activities because I was trying to rebuild my life. I was blind to what was really important in life. I wonder if my children will ever forgive me for my shortcomings. But I have been redeemed by my Heavenly Father. Praise God! He has thrown my sins into the sea 🌊 of forgiveness and they are no more. Now I must forgive myself and let go. I did what I could at the time. Life was extremely difficult for me and for them. Oh how I wish I could go back in time and change so many things but I can’t. Time marches on and waits for no one. The beautiful thing about that is that we can learn from our mistakes. Life is one big classroom. We learn every day until our graduation day as we exit earth to enter heaven.

I have a daughter that reminds me that I let her down years ago when I continually failed to buy her scholastic books when the order paper came home. I didn’t even make it to book fairs where children absolutely love to buy books and other fun trinkets. I actually LOVE ❤️ to shop in there too! I’ve always loved buying books. Yesterday as I was able to be my granddaughters third grade teacher for the day I gave her 30.00 to spend at the school book fair. At first she would not accept my money. I thought “ahh you’re being stubborn like you’re mother!” Then I asked her why and she said she wouldn’t take the money unless her brother was able to get some too. I said, “Of course I’m going to give him the same amount of money to spend.” I showed her two ziplock bags with their names on them and the money for books. I plan on giving my other grandkids that go to a different school the same amount. It made me cry, because I desperately needed them to take the gifts from me. You see giving is such a gift in life! It’s so important to not reject and take away from the blessing when someone wants to give to you. I actually love to give more than receive. It blesses my heart. Lately I’ve been sending money to people with cancer. Usually ones that are young parents with kids and the families are struggling with losing one parent.

So I’ve come full circle. God had given me a chance to be the greatest grandmother I can be. By giving them my time and love 💕. He even gave me the finances to spend on them. Believe me, I have to pray that in because there are 9 of them. Ha! God is amazing! Oh what freedom we have to be forgiven! What a beautiful thing to be redeemed. Second chances are beautiful. He has cleared my pathway and sharpened my vision. Getting older isn’t so bad after all. There is beauty in wisdom. I love 💕 you all. Blessings Xo T

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Family Agenda (01)

sypnosis: intro drabble about having one big family with Diluc.

note: back from break! i noticed that a lot of parent!genshin content would center around only one or two kids, but imagine having 5-10+ ;)

contains: fem/mother/reader, stereotypical spouse roles

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Diluc

If you had told the maids of the Dawn Winery that in a span of a few years, they'll be chasing after little redheaded rascals all over the vine yards, they would laugh. Master Diluc? Having almost a dozen kids? Hah! Even the late Master Crepus only had one son and adopted the other.

But alas, there you were having tea on the porch, keeping a watchful eye as the maids ran after said rascals. One of them nabs at a sprinting child, quickly wiping the mud off their cheek with her apron before the child is off running again.

The hired staff has doubled since your marriage, with Diluc wanting each child to have at least one guardian watching over them, yet the children still managed to sneak around with ease. A little baby gurgles on your lap, making grabby hands at the glass of wine and plate of pastries on the table.

"Shh you can't have those, sweetie." You coo, bringing a spoon of mushed up grapes closer to his lips. He whines and squirms in your hold, trying to grab the alcohol.

"Honestly, where did you get your love of alcohol from? Not from your father, that's for sure." You sigh, pushing away the wine glass further from his reach.

The hooves of horses padded against cobblestone, you look up to see the dark carriage bearing the Ragnvindr crest halting before it reaches the main entrance. Diluc jumps down from the carriage, followed by one of your older sons.

"Father!"

"Daddy!"

"Dad's home!"

The variety of names they call him is a testament to being raised by different maids. You laugh as you see the tops of red hair scurry through the grape yard towards the carriage. Diluc goes down on one knee, arms opening to welcome one- two- three like rascals in his embrace.

He stands up carrying the three, with a fourth one arriving to cling to his leg.

"Did'ju bring the sweets from good hunter, daddy?"

"Look at my ribbon! Adelinde made it for me!"

"When can uncle Kaeya visit?"

"Babababab!" One gurgles, noming on his shoulder.

Diluc offers one of his rare smiles – something that isn't so rare anymore since he started a family with you – as he struggles to take out a paper bag from his coat with the three children in his arms. Thank archons for all his training, he wouldn't be able to carry his children otherwise.

"Slow down, slow down. Yes I didn't forget the sweets; Adelinde did a good job on your bow, sweetie; Uncle Kaeya is busy with the knights but he'll be over for Sunday dinners; and-" He pauses, looking at the toddler eating his shoulder. The cloth drenched with slobber. The toddler stops too, sparkling ruby eyes looking back at Diluc's darker ones. They blink.

"Seems like our second youngest is teething." He chuckles as one of the maids wipe the slobber off with a cloth.

"It seems like it," You had left your place from the porch, baby in your arms, "And the youngest one has a love for alcohol despite never having tried any." You held up the whiny baby, tears welling up in his eyes, pouting and disappointed for not getting what he wanted.

Diluc pinches his cheeks and he gurgles gleefully, tantrum done and over with; the youngest was too much of a daddy's boy and it showed in the way he lights up in Diluc's presence.

"Maybe I should consider working from home."

"You won't get any work done in the manor, you know? They're rowdier than the drunks in the bar."

"Mommy can we go inside now?"

"If all of you get down from your father, perhaps we'd be able to."

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CONTENT WARNING: none

SUMMARY: you had been raising your son as a single mum for a few years. what happens when a small encounter in gringotts changes your serene scene entirely.

WC/ AVG. READING TIME: 3781 words/ 19 minutes

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"I’D LIKE TO withdraw 5 galleons please," y/n requested, handing her laminated paper card to the goblin.

the goblin took the card and keyed the bank account number into its machine.

y/n felt the hand that was holding hers slowly slip.

"surely it must be a mistake, madam rosmerta said she'd transfer me my pay for the month," y/n shook her head.

"are you suggesting that i'm in the wrong here then? if you've got no money then that's it. don't go around insulting me," the goblin said rather loudly, the people in line behind silently judging the mother.

"no, of course not. i'm terribly sorry, i'm sure it's just a misunderstanding on my end, i'll come back tomorrow," y/n quickly apologised after hearing hushed whispers from the group of well-dressed women behind her.

y/n reached out to grab her son's arm and was shocked when she grasped onto air. she looked down and the little boy was no longer there.

"shit," she cursed under her breath.

"baby? where have you gone?" y/n crouched down.

she stayed silent to listen for the ringing of a bell. she had put a charmed anklet on her son so that it would ring with each step he took. the charmed element of it was that only y/n could hear the ringing.

she followed the noise of the bell and her eyes widened when she saw her son bump into a pair of legs, his chocolate ice cream all over the black trousers and polished shoes of the person the leg belonged to.

"oh my merlin, sir i'm so so sorry, i apologise, i should have watched where he was going," y/n quickly picked her son up in her arms, moving her face away so the five year old's sticky chocolate stained hands would not get on her.

"it is quite alright, i should have watched where i was going," a velvety voice spoke.

y/n huffed as she tucked the lose strands of hair behind her ear, eyes meeting the man's.

the y/h/c woman let out an audible gasp when she saw the likes of none other than draco lucius malfoy.

"y/n?" draco tilted his head to the side, his eyes then trailed to the boy in her arms, studying his blonde hair, blue eyed features.

"u-uh," y/n stuttered as she quickly rushed out the bank onto the main street of diagon alley.

"y/n! y/n wait!" draco called out after her, but she pretended not to hear and made a bee-line towards the end of the street.

y/n's footsteps then came to a halt when she was pulled back by a hand on her shoulder.

"y/n," draco stated.

"malfoy," y/n replied with a straight smile.

an awkward silence fell upon the three.

"mummy," scorpius whispered into his mother's ear, "he looks just like me. uncle georgie at the joke shop said that kids look like their daddies."

but scorpius had not quite acquired the skills of whispering yet, resulting in draco hearing the whole thing.

y/n placed her hand over her son's mouth so he would not spew any more nonsense, "don't be silly scorp, uncle george just doesn't know what he's talking about."

y/n cursed at george in her head, saying words so vulgar that she would never say them in front of her son.

"if you don't have anything else to say malfoy, we'll take our leave first. it was nice to see you again," y/n smiled at the man in a black suit.

y/n swiftly spun her and her child around, walking away from draco.

"who was that mummy?" scorpius asked curiously as y/n charmed the ice cream stains off his mouth and hands.

"just...an old friend from school," y/n replied.

"i'm sorry y/n," dumbledore apologised to the first year.

the students who had bullied y/n were currently serving detention.

they were making fun of her for having parents who passed early on.

"you don't have to apologise professor, it wasn't your fault," y/n shook her head.

"mr malfoy, would you please walk y/n back to your common rooms."

"yes professor," the pale blonde held the door open for y/n.

"thank you for standing up to crabbe for me," the slytherin girl thanked.

"that's okay, he shouldn't have been saying those things to you."

"3 butterbeers please," a student placed his order for him and his friends from y/n as she waited their table.

"of course dennis," y/n smiled.

"you remember my name?" he asked, surprised by the waitress.

"i remember all my customer's names" y/n sent the seventh year a wink, "i'll be right back with your butterbeers, noah and..." y/n looked up at the ceiling to try and recall the last student's name, "leo...?"

the boy nodded his head eagerly, "yup!"

y/n let out a small smirk as she headed back to the bar to prepare them their drinks.

"she's so pretty isn't she?" noah looked at y/n, practically drooling.

y/n tightened her ponytail as she waved her wand, three mugs flying themselves from the cupboard to the surface in front of her.

"she is isn't she," dennis gawked as well, resting his chin on his palm.

"she looks so familiar," leo spoke up.

"she was in her seventh year when we were in our second," dennis explained, "i used to have a crush on her, but she was dating malfoy."

"hello!" a boy sitting at the booth behind the group of three spoke up.

the boys frowned as they turned around to face the little blonde boy.

"i'm sure my mummy will be very thankful to know you think she's pretty. she always says she's ugly but i think she's the prettiest lady in the world!" scorpius beamed.

"y/n's your mum?" dennis asked.

"yeap!" scorpius nodded his head.

"scorp, what did i say about disturbing the customers," y/n scolded her son as she set the mugs on dennis' table, "i apologise," y/n directed her attention to the three gryffindors.

"it's alright, he wasn't being a bother. he's quite adorable," dennis assured her, noah and leo agreeing with their friend.

"he looks nothing like you," leo pointed out, "he must take after his father i assume."

"mummy says my daddy is a superhero," scorpius said, "i've never seen him but mummy said that's because he's far far away fighting bad guys."

the little boy held his head high, proud that his father was such a remarkable man.

leo's face fell, "oh i'm sorr-" he tried to apologise to y/n.

"no no, it's uh..it's all good," y/n chuckled dryly, "i'll uh tend to the other customers, enjoy your drinks boys."

y/n walked away to another table and scorpius returned to reading his kids potions book.

"do you know who his father is?" noah asked dennis.

"i dunno," the boy shrugged, "he does look awfully like malfoy though."

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"have a good night professor mcgonagall, professor snape," y/n smiled at her old professors.

"oh y/n dear, we're not your professors anymore, you can call us by our first names," the gryffindor head said.

"alright minerva, have a safe walk back to the castle, you too professor snape," y/n collected the galleons from the two.

"bye y/n, bye little scorpius," mcgonagall placed her hand on the boy's cheek.

scorpius gleefully waved goodbye to the two.

y/n was wiping the tables and closing for the night when the door to the inn opened.

"we're closed! you can come back tomorrow," y/n spoke, her back to the door as she pushed in the chairs.

"mr daddy?" scorpius looked up from his book.

confused as to what her son was on about, y/n turned her body around and saw draco.

y/n's breath hitched, "w-we're closed."

"i'm not here for a drink, i was hoping i could talk to you?" draco placed a hand into his pocket.

y/n was about to turn on her heels and run off when she realised there was nowhere else to run to.

"i saw mr daddy standing outside the shop the whole day, he kept looking in through the windows," scorpius admitted.

draco scratched the back of his neck, embarrassed he had been caught and also because it made him look like a complete stalker.

"stop calling him that scorp, he's not your dad," y/n spat.

scorpius let a whimper, his mother had never spoken to him in such a tone before. he had always been an obedient child and did not need to be disciplined often.

"i'm sorry baby i didn't mean to scare you," y/n sighed, "just...just go up first okay? knock on madam rosetta's door and tell her we've closed for the evening, ask if you could stay in her room while mummy closes up."

scorpius closed his book and got up from the chair, walking over to his mother and giving her a hug.

"it's okay mummy, i forgive you."

"thank you baby," y/n kissed the top of his head as he ran up the steps.

"h-have a seat," y/n gestured to an empty table.

she took off her apron and hung it on the wall.

"did you want anything to drink? anything to eat?" y/n asked as she settled into the seat opposite draco.

"no thank you, i'm alright," draco declined the offer.

"you wanted to talk?" y/n took her hair out of its ponytail and placed the rubber band around her wrist, running her hands through her hair.

"how are you?" draco asked.

"me? i um. i've been well," y/n pulled on the elastic around her wrist and let go of the tension, letting it snap on her skin.

draco remembered that was something y/n would do when she was nervous.

"what about you? how are you?"

"i work at the ministry now. i graduated from uni last year. i haven't seen you since...well since we graduated," draco cracked his knuckles.

y/n remembered that was something draco would do when he was nervous.

"i know you're not here to just ask how i am malfoy."

"since when have i become malfoy?" draco frowned.

"sorry. draco. what did you need?"

"how old is your son?"

"five, scorpius just turned five last month."

"is scorpius mine? my child i mean."

y/n wasn't expecting him to be so blunt about it, she did not know how to respond. how could she sit here and lie right to his face?

"y-yea...i thought the hair and the eyes were a dead giveaway," y/n played with the ring on her finger, her forearms resting in the table.

"why didn't you tell me? why didn't you try to contact me after all these years?"

"b-because..."

"why y/n? don't you think i deserved to know if i had a son out there?" draco raised his voice.

"b-because i didn't want to hold you back okay? you were going off to this prestigious uni and you were so excited to go and i didn't want to be the reason you couldn't."

"that's the most ridiculous thing you've ever said y/n," the blonde scoffed.

"y-your mother...she saw me while i went to st my go's for my first checkup. mdm pomfrey had sent me there when she had found out i was pregnant," y/n choked on her tears, "she called me a useless whore."

"she said i was just a stupid girl who was getting in between you and your studies. s-she threatened me, telling me how she could make my life miserable with just a snap of her fingers if i were to tell you about my pregnancy."

"and you listened to her?" draco's voice strained from the disbelief of y/n's words.

"i was 18, i was young. a-and i thought she was right, i didn't want you to grow up and blame your son and i-"

"you're stupid y/n, that's what you are."

y/n sobbed from his harsh words.

"you think it was easy for me? raising a kid by myself? i had to forfeit my uni scholarship to raise him. i've been working here ever since we graduated!"

a glass of water suddenly appeared above draco's, the glass tipped and water dropped on top of him.

y/n whipped her head around and saw scorpius standing below the stairs, an angry look on his face.

scorpius couldn't do any spells yet, the only magical thing he could do was make cups levitate. it's quite odd really, but guess that's what happens when you basically grow up in a pub.

"don't call my mummy stupid, and you don't make her cry," scorpius crossed his arms.

"scorpius draco y/l/n! apologise now," y/n frowned as she dried draco with her wand.

"b-but he made you cry! nobody makes you cry."

"no, don't reprimand him. i deserved it. he's right, i shouldn't have called you that," draco fixed his hair.

"scorp, apologise and go back upstairs. i'll come up soon."

"sorry mr daddy," scorpius mumbled as he stomped up the steps.

"you named him after me?"

"i needed something to remember you by." y/n sighed.

the NEWTs were finally over and graduation was merely a few weeks away.

y/n was 2 months pregnant and she had just found out that day.

"i can't wait to leave hogwarts," draco leaned against the railing and looked up at the sky.

y/n hummed in response.

"you've always been so interested in the stars," y/n admired draco.

"they're absolutely beautiful."

"they sure are," y/n continued to look at draco in awe.

y/n wrapped her arms around one of draco's, leaning her head on his shoulder.

"scorpius," draco suddenly breathed out.

y/n picked her head up and raised an eyebrow.

"our kid. our baby boy, he'll be named scorpius."

panic filled y/n, had he found out? how could he possibly find out so soon? she was barely even showing, still being able to fit perfectly into her uniform and robes.

"in the future, in the future i mean," draco quickly explained himself.

y/n let out an inaudible sigh of relief.

"was scorpius why you ended things with me?"

y/n nodded her head.

"i love you so much draco, i would've never broken up with you otherwise. i wanted to spend the rest of my life with you."

"love?"

y/n quickly looked away from his blue eyes, not daring to look draco in the face.

"marry me," draco said matter of factly as he and y/n were making their way back from hogsmeade to hogwarts.

it was the last hogsmeade trip till the NEWTs.

"what?" y/n stopped dead in her tracks.

"not now, but marry me one day," draco pulled out a ring from his pocket.

"i-i i don't know what to say," y/n blinked hard, "yes draco, i will marry you one day."

draco smiled in relief and slipped the ring onto her left hand.

draco picked up his own hand and showed y/n the matching ring on it.

they quickly rushed back to hogwarts and locked themselves into draco's room, casting "muffliato" to make sure they couldn't be heard.

"i never stopped loving you draco. how could i?"

"i never stopped loving you either y/n, every date i'd go on all i'd ever do was compare them to you. i'd try to take her to our favourite places, but all i'd ever do was think about how it wasn't you there with me," draco picked up y/n's left hand and kissed the back of it, noticing the ring on it.

"i really really wanted to tell you draco, i really did i just...i couldn't bring myself to."

draco opened his arms and pat his lap.

y/n scurried out of her seat and sat in his lap, burying her head into his chest, wetting his shirt with her tears.

draco comforted her like how he would used to, rubbing circle on her back and placing kisses on the top of her head.

y/n removed her head from draco's chest and looked him.

ever so often her eyes would flicker down to his lips, the young woman realising draco would do the same as well.

draco leaned forward and y/n met him in the middle.

their kiss was hungry and yet filled with so much love and passion.

it was like they had put the past 5 years of longing for each other into that single kiss.

y/n absentmindedly shifted slightly, rubbing herself on him, causing draco to groan.

y/n pulled away from this kiss, "not here..not now," y/n quickly got off his lap, "madam rosmerta would sack me, and scorp and i would have to live on the streets."

"you live here?"

"madam rosmerta can't pay me well, so she lets scorp and i live upstairs and provides us with food."

"move in with me."

"what?"

"i have a flat in london, move in with me."

"n-no, it's too soon, how would i even explain it to scorp."

"you don't have to tell him who i am, there's a spare bedroom, the two of you can have it. i just want to know my son and his mother are safely taken care of."

"are you sure?"

"yes my darling. as creepy as this may sound, after seeing you yesterday, i saw you talking to george at his shop and asked him about you. he told me you were here and i came here in the morning. i just stood outside admiring you, i had to make sure it was actually you, and it wasn't just all in my head. now that i've found you again i'm never letting you go. you can kick and scream but i'd never let go."

"i don't want to go, i want to be with you."

draco smashed their lips together again.

"draco...i think we should break up."

it was one week till graduation.

"what?"

"i think we should break up."

"no."

"you can't say no draco, that's not how it works."

"why? where is all of this coming from?"

"we won't be able to see each other as much anymore and i just don't think that's feasible for our relationship," y/n bit back her tongue, trying not to let the tears spill.

it pained her to have to break up with draco. it pained her to know that she absolutely had to break up with him.

his mother had threatened her and her baby and y/n would not let anything happen to her child.

"we can work this out. i can visit you on the weekends, it'll be alright. we'll be alright! please y/n, i don't know what i'd do without you."

"i'm sorry draco, i really am," y/n kicked a pebble on the floor and turned her body to walk away.

as she made her way back to the castle, y/n let the tears fall. she was crying so hard she felt like her heart broke, her lungs were gasping for air and her eyes were irritated from the strain of the tears falling out of it.

she looked down to her stomach and placed her hand over it.

"i'm sorry scorp..." she whispered to her belly, apologising for him having to grow up without a father.

y/n settled the brown carton box onto the floor, dusting her hands on her pants.

"thank you for letting us stay here," y/n thanked draco.

"you don't ever have to say thank you to me, i'd give you the whole world if i could," draco placed his arm around her waist and kissed her nose.

draco's favourite thing to do back in their hogwarts days was to watch the way y/n's nose would scrunch up whenever he would kiss it.

y/n's nose instinctively scrunched up from the peck and draco felt himself falling in love with the girl all over again.

y/n tiptoed and pecked draco's lips, blushing a little when she did.

"you kissed mr daddy!" scorpius gasped.

y/n quickly pulled herself away from draco.

"what about daddy?" scorpius scolded his mother, "you don't love daddy! you kissed mr daddy!"

scorpius was about to cry and throw a fit when y/n bent down next to her son.

she pinched the bridge of her nose and let out a sigh, she felt like she had no choice but to tell him the truth now.

"baby, mr daddy is your daddy. he came back from his superhero mission, he defeated all the bad guys."

scorpius' frown was soon replaced with a smile. he wiped his eyes with the back of his hand as he jumped into draco's arms.

"daddy! you're back!"

draco was confused as to the little story y/n had just explained to scorpius but he decided he would just ask her later.

"yes i am scorp," draco kissed scorpius on the cheek.

"we can be a family now! a big happy family!" scorpius beamed.

y/n flicked the light switch off and closed the room door.

"he finally went to sleep" y/n collapsed onto the sofa next to draco.

scorpius had begged that draco share with him all the superhero missions he had been on all these years.

poor draco and to rack his brain of muggle superhero stories he had heard of before.

"seeing scorp's reaction, you haven't dated anyone in a while, have you?"

"no...i tried to go on a few dates but i just didn't see a connection with them. no matter who they were...they just weren't you," y/n looked up to meet draco's gaze.

"marry me," y/n stated matter of factly.

"what?"

"you still have your ring," y/n pointed to the silver wedding band on draco's left hand, one the blonde had swore to himself he would never take off even after y/n broke up with him, "and i still have mine," y/n too, could not bear to take it off, it's been on her ring finger for the last five years.

"marry me, i don't know when. just promise me you'll marry me," y/n asked hopefully.

"of course, yes, i will marry you, hell i'd marry you right now," draco placed both hands on y/n's cheeks.

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