#papa Sora real…..

[ask-olive-huchers]

yay Sora doodles

((The silly himself..hehhe))

((mini bonus:))

((SORRY IF ITS NOT ACCURATE AND IF I MISSED ANYTHING @small-world-au BUT I HOPE U LIKE IT-))

[ask-olive-huchers]

Unsure of what to do, or say. They let intrusive thoughts win.

They awkwardly wrap their arms around Sora. Was this-..was this a hug? So much for the “raging shortass” persona.

“SORA SORA SORA!”

Olive jumps around the corner, looking quite out of breath. Did they- run the whole way there??

they take a moment to regain the lost oxygen, before practically looking at you with stars in their eyes.

“LOOK WHAT I FOUND!”

They show you a small and shiny object. It was slobbered with dirt and rust. Was it a coin, perhaps?

—@ask-olive-huchers

Sora was patting Olive’s back until he mentioned the coin.

He then took the other to a blind spot of an alley, away from potential pickpockets.

“Oh woah…is that you coin you have? Where did you find this???”

It was very shiny and pretty, even if it’s caked into mud.

[snickerpuffs]

On my last phone I had a notes app where I wrote down a bunch of goofy quotes my sister said, including timestamps and what little-if-any context there was (although that rarely helped explain why the hell cie said that)

My old phone died, and the notes app I was using didn't have backups, so it's all heartbreakingly lost now, but here are some gems I can recall.

[luneengene2]

"Papa, I'm not a Jinx"

• Synopsis : 17 years have passed after his wife's death, but Kei has not been able to recover from that loss. The death of his wife due to giving birth to their daughter really made Kei feel numb to any woman. And not only that, a hatred for his daughter also emerged in him and did not disappear for dozens of years. For years he blamed his own daughter; Sora, for his wife's death, because for him if his wife had not kept Sora, Kei would not have lost his wife. During her 17 years of life, Sora never received Kei's love as a daughter. Even more sadly, Sora knew that his father hated her because his wife died giving birth to her. Her father's hatred and the unfairness of life that ehe experienced made Sora sick and in the end she fought back against it which ended in something tragic happening to her.

• Pairings (Platonic) : father!idol!kei x oc!fem!reader

• Warnings : Contains grammatical errors, angst content, suicide, mention of death, talking to spirits (?)

• Type : A Two-Shot Story

• A/N : This story will have two separate parts!!!

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The public always thinks positively about Kei. Saying that he is a good single father, who loves his daughter more than anything. Especially after the death of his wife, many people think that their daughter is everything to him, being his medicine after his wife's death. Even Kei's movements, which always 'appear' to be trying to protect his daughter's privacy from the public, are enough to illustrate that he is a good person. However, all of that is just a lie. Lies to cover up the true image and reality.

The public does not know that Kei, who is said to always protect his daughter from the media or the public, is not because he wants to protect her. But he didn't want his daughter to reveal clearly what her real life was all of a sudden. He doesn't want his daughter to ruin his career, after she ruined his life.

For him, it was enough that his daughter had taken his wife's life, not the career and success he had built with his wife.

"Predicate C- in Mathematics? Can't you be smart for once, Sora?!" Kei threw Sora's math test results harshly after seeing the unsatisfactory results on the paper. Sora winced in surprise and squeezed her skirt as hard as she could when Kei started to look rough.

"Don't you study properly so you always get bad grades in Mathematics?! My money is used to make you smart, not stupid and reckless!" Kei continued sharply, Sora lowered his gaze, not daring to look at his father who would be furious. Kei snorted with a sarcastic smile then looked back at his daughter sharply. "Just once, just once, Koga Sora! Just once you can make me proud, not make me annoyed like this! Is it possible?! Don't waste my money if you just grow up to be a stupid girl," Kei's words succeeded in making a single tear fall from her left eye. Heartache rose in her chest again.

"I don't know why your mother defends a stupid girl like this more than her life which is more valuable than yours," Sora felt her head start to 'spin' because her father started discussing the past which was her weakest point. The death of her mother he never met. "If your mother hadn't kept you, my money wouldn't have been wasted to provide for you," Kei continued, whose emotions still hadn't subsided, he never cared about Sora's feelings when he said this sensitive thing.

"Why don't you just die if you're just bothering everyone, Sora? You know, your presence ruined my whole life," Hearing this thing repeated over and over for dozens of years made Sora start to get sick of it, it always sounded clear in her ears. Playing in her head like a broken record. Sora raised her head then looked at his father with tears streaming down her face. "Then why don't you just kill me, Papa? Why didn't you just strangle me to death when I was a baby if I ruined your life? Why did you raise me if you hate me? Why not just throw me into an orphanage? Why keep me?" Kei was quite shocked when his daughter dared to reply to his words for the first time. For years, Sora remained silent when she was insulted by Kei, but this time he actually responded and asked a trick question.

Kei raised his eyebrows then let out a breath that seemed to mock Sora. "One of my late wife's wills was to protect her bad luck, so I'm just carrying out the trust she gave me," Kei said flatly which made Sora close her eyes, tears continued to flow from her eyes. "Why are you looking after the jinx, Papa? You know, if I can trade my soul to save Mama, then I'm willing to trade my soul if it can bring Mama back to you," Kei immediately laughed softly when Sora said that. "Trading your soul? Even with insects you're afraid, idiot girl. Don't act stupid,"

"I'm an idiot because of you, Papa. You're the one who made me an idiot like this," hearing Sora's words that accused him then made Kei furious and stood up from his chair. "What did you just say?!" Kei asked in a low but pressured voice. Sora got up from his seat too and looked at Kei with a hurt expression.

"Isn't that true right? You couldn't educate me well until I became an idiot like this, all my life you only blamed me, right? Not like Uncle Taki, who received a good upbringing from you," Kei gripped Sora's shoulder hard, even though she was in pain, Sora's facial expression did not change. "Why should I educate a jinx? It's useless," His words were piercing.

"Useless? Then kill me now! Kill me, Mr Koga! Kill me and send me to my mother! Kill me so you can live in peace! kill me if you have a grudge against me! Fucking kill me right now!" Sora put her father's hand around her neck, and seemed to guide Kei's hand to strangle her as hard as possible. Kei was immediately really shocked when his daughter acted like this, making him panic, not wrapped up in emotions.

Suddenly, a flash of his late wife lying weak in the hospital spun around, and was replaced with Sora's face in the same condition, but wearing a white dress. Like a corpse about to be put in a coffin. And it spun repeatedly as long as Kei's hand was still around his daughter's neck.

For some reason, Sora's energy became very strong, making it difficult for Kei to pull his hand from Sora's neck, and this succeeded in making Sora's breath become thinner because his hand kept pressing Kei's hand on her neck. This made Kei panic even more, unconsciously tears also started to flow from his eyes.

Like it or not, Kei used his free hand to push Sora until the young girl was thrown onto the sofa quite hard. Kei also almost fell because of his own push.

Sora was shocked, her eyes stared at the sofa and then he hit the sofa hard while crying quite hysterically. Frustrated and tired of what she was going through. Kei just stared and then left his study, as if to let Sora cry there to her heart's content.

Kei's feelings immediately fell apart drastically, he wiped away the tears that had suddenly come out. Leaving Sora who seemed insane in his study.

~One week later~

The incident one week ago actually made Kei and Sora's relationship even worse. Sora rarely goes home and spends more time at her uncle EJ's family's house. Kei's group friends don't know what really happened, why Sora rarely comes home, even though Sora always comes home even though Kei treats her badly.

Kei entered the bathroom, he woke up at five in the morning. He immediately brushed his teeth and washed his face. When he looked in the mirror, he was surprised by the figure of a woman wearing a white dress with a headband. Her face was flat and cold, looking at Kei with anger and disappointment (?). Kei immediately recognized the woman's figure. His late wife. Nami. Not afraid or screaming, Kei was immediately shocked when he saw Nami's figure in the mirror. This was the first time he met Nami again in dozens of years. Kei looked and Nami was still standing in front of her.

"Oh my darling," Kei said softly, he approached Nami and was about to touch her, but the touch was transparent. Making Kei pull his hand back. "Nami my love, it's been a dozen years since you left me, I still miss you and remain like that. I can't get up from that downturn, darling. Why don't you ever come to my dreams to meet me for just a moment?" Kei's question made Nami's figure look even darker at him. A look that Nami had never given during the time she was alive. Kei quite got goosebumps when that gaze pierced him deeply.

"Because I hate you, Kei. My soul hates you after seeing how you behaved after I died," Nami answered, her tone really hurt. Kei was shocked when Nami said that to him. "But why—"

"You treat my daughter like trash, the daughter whose life I fought for, hoping she could be happy with you, but you treat her like trash. She's not trash, she's our daughter!" Nami said that with a loud cry. "As long as I die, I feel tormented by what you did to my Sora! You violated my will to look after her, you made my daughter suffer, I really hate you!" Nami screamed hysterically.

"Nami she made you die—"

"Shut your bastard mouth, Koga Yudai! Shut your fucking mouth!" Nami snapped harshly, cutting off Yudai's words. "You know, if I were still alive and saw how you treated him so badly, I wouldn't hesitate to kill you! You want her dead? Your words can come true if you don't immediately realize what you have been doing all this time. You could lose Sora, Yudai. Losing your only daughter. Without you realizing it, she is your precious treasure. Sora's death will be a more painful disaster than my death for you," As if struck by lightning, Kei really felt hit by Nami's words. He also felt a feeling of disapproval if that happened to Sora.

BRAK!

Suddenly Kei opened his eyes. And his body was actually on the bed. He looked around his dark room, and it turned out that his meeting with Nami was just a dream. Kei sighed then covered his face, he looked frustrated. But, he was grateful that it was just a dream. Kei thought that what Nami said in his dream was just a form of his pain because he missed her. There's no way Nami hates Kei, right?

Kei got up from his bed, closed the open window which caused the loud sound. After closing the window Kei looked at the clock on the wall in his room, it was 5.30 in the morning. It was still quite early, but usually Kei was awake at this time.

Today is a routine practice schedule before &Team's world tour. Making Kei is really rare at home.

Drrrt drttttt

Kei's cell phone suddenly vibrated quite loudly. Kei immediately took his cell phone. And it turns out, Euijoo was calling him. Kei frowned in surprise. Why did Euijoo call him at this hour?

Kei immediately picked up the phone, worried that Euijoo had something important to say.

Kei : Hello, Euijoo. What is—

Euijoo : I'm really going to beat you up right now, Yudai! Or maybe kill you!

Kei was immediately shocked when Euijoo immediately shouted at him in informal language. Euijoo isn't usually like this.

Kei : Euijoo, what's wrong? Did I make a mistake?

Euijoo : Yeah, you made a big mistake, and in an instant you almost lost another part of yourself! Bastard!

Kei : Euijoo what do you mean?! Calm yourself. Why are you getting angry like this at me?!

Euijoo : You'd better calm yourself down after I say this. Your daughter attempted suicide! She threw herself in the river near my house! She was found in critical condition and was quite far away!

Silence. Kei didn't speak at all after hearing that. His brain couldn't even accept what Euijoo meant.

Kei : Don't joke, Euijoo. This isn't funny! Is this a plan by you and that kid so she can gain my sympathy?!

Euijoo : What are you saying? You are such a bastard! Your daughter is fighting a battle between life and death, and you think this is a trick? Damn man!

Kei didn't speak any more, as if something heavy had hit him. When Euijoo mentioned the hospital where Sora was being treated, Kei immediately hung up the phone and took the car keys. Fuck, he's still wearing his pajamas, he looks like he's really about to experience a major disaster.

During the trip to the hospital, Kei couldn't stop cursing. He even cried hysterically and had to stop for a moment to clear his head. The shadows of the past came back to haunt him.

And, the events of a dozen years ago started to play back in his head like a broken record. A memory where he lost his wife forever. And his imagination if he saw Sora in a coffin, made him even more heartbroken. That imagination, the imagination he always hated even though he didn't 'want' his daughter.

He regrets it...

PART 2...

[santi-u]

[ bie thassapak hsu, demi-man, he/they ] Look who just landed! SANTI AMARIN-ZHAO, I sure hope you packed all you need. Perhaps you’re not worried as the CEO of X ACADEMY. The city has plenty of spots for a 29 year old SIGHIR like you. You’ll be known in the city soon enough as THE PEACEMAKER, being CHARISMATIC and INSTIGNANT. 

❯ tags — interview — bio — headcanons — wanted connections & plots

OOC Information

Fayn / PST (Vancouver, Seattle, Los Angeles) /  They/Them 

Muse: Santi Amarin-Zhao 

Tagging System: here

Interview: here

Muse’s Statistics

Full Name: Santi Amarin-Zhao | สันติ อมรินทร์ | 兆三緹

Nickname: Silk / Xiao Ti (小緹) / Titty (lmao)

Date of Birth: 28 May 2376

Gender: Demi-Man

Pronouns: He/They

Sexual Orientation: Queer

Romantic Orientation: …Ask him when he’s drunk. (Queer)

Current Age: 29

Modification: Sighir (Classified) Human :)

Affiliation: X Academy

Birthplace: New Jakarta

Current Neighbourhood: Sora

Occupation: CEO of X Academy, Philanthropist, Insider Threat, Dog Papa :)

Known Languages: English, Thai, Mandarin Chinese, Japanese, Bahasa

Appearance

Faceclaim: Bie Thassapak Hsu

Height: 6'0"

Eye Colour: Dark brown, almost black

Hair Colour: Naturally black, tends to dye it dark, reddish brown 

Clothing Style: Has an extensive suit collection, surprisingly only a fraction of which are custom tailored. Wears more eccentric and femme-leaning blazer choices when feeling up to it. Tends to wear layers and long sleeves even during warm weather. Wears a hat to disguise himself in the Slums. Occasionally wears glasses.

Jewelry:  Watch he inherited from a mentor. Occasionally wears a bracelet and necklace with no real sentimental meaning, just only for the vibe. 

Tattoos: N/A

Marks/Scars: An innumerable amount of scars all over his body, even his face, as a result of testing done on him. They’ve all healed nearly perfectly thanks to his Sighir powers, and as a result, they’re nearly imperceptible / basically invisible unless you know what you’re looking for and are literally up in his business. He doesn't usually let anyone get that close, physically or emotionally.

Modifications: N/A

Scent/Fragrance: Tom Ford Ébène Fumé — overall woody and smoky; has notes of incense, palo santo, black pepper, violet leaf, leather, and labdanum

Personality

Positive Traits: Charismatic, compassionate, loyal

Neutral Traits: Guarded, resourceful, analytical

Negative Traits: Hyperindependent, manipulative, self-destructive

Peeves: His lunch getting double booked, expense reports, interviews, people who pet Khoi without asking Khoi if he’d like to be pet, people who don’t respect nature

Fears: A particular part of the city he now avoids going to at all costs; locked, windowless rooms; his parents; vulnerability

Skills: Partnership management, B2B commerce, research design, organizational management, public speaking, tying the perfect tie in one shot, being able to tell what kind of spices were used in a dish, inhuman-like terrifyingly high pain tolerance

Goals: Autonomy and control over his own fate

Favourites

Likes: His black golden retriever (Khoi), a tasteful accent pocket square, street food, boba, bugs (butterflies in particular), a certain Overseer :)

Dislikes: The smell of antiseptic, stainless steel furniture and decor, loss of control 

Hobbies: Cooking, going out to Bartori or the Marwar Market in disguise to eat street food

Habits: Sleep talking, overworking, checking the app on his phone to make sure Khoi is okay at home

One Cherished Item: The chrysalis of a butterfly he helped raise in secret from a caterpillar when he was a child

Biography

UNN's Class of 2405: 30 Under 30 Interview with Santi Amarin-Zhao, CEO of X Academy

Date: September 12, 2404 Time: 13:57 PM NJT Location: X HQ, Santi’s Office

The interview takes place in the sleek, ultra-modern headquarters of X Academy, a towering structure that dominates the skyline of New Jakarta. The office is a blend of glass and metal, with a panoramic view of the sprawling city below. Santi sits behind a minimalist desk, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp, betraying the meticulous mind behind the polished exterior. The interviewer, an experienced journalist from the United News Network, is acutely aware that this is more than just a profile piece—it’s an opportunity to peel back the layers of one of Mars' most enigmatic young leaders.

Interviewer: "Santi Amarin-Zhao, thank you for joining us today. It's not every day that we get to sit down with one of the youngest CEOs in New Jakarta's history. Let's start from the beginning—being born and raised on Mars is still not an everyday occurrence, and especially not nearly three decades ago. How has your upbringing shaped the leader you are today?"

Santi offers a warm smile, the kind that has won him the admiration from many of the million citizens of New Jakarta, but behind that smile is a carefully crafted persona. He knows exactly how to play this role, the heir to a legacy of power and innovation.

Santi: "Thank you for having me. My upbringing was nothing short of a privilege, and I recognize that every day. My mother's side was instrumental in the initial colonization efforts, and my father's side were some of the original Braax mine owners. Their combined legacy is something I take very seriously. Growing up, I was always taught that with great power comes great responsibility—not just to my family, but to the people of New Jakarta."

As he speaks, Santi’s thoughts drift momentarily to his childhood, where lessons were taught not in classrooms, but in boardrooms. His mother, a brilliant scientist, would often take him to meetings where breakthroughs in Martian terraforming and mineral research were discussed, while his father, a shrewd businessman, exposed him to the intricacies of corporate strategy. From a young age, Santi learned that every action, every word, was a move in a larger game—a game he was expected to win.

Interviewer: "That's a powerful ethos to live by. Many would say that you were born into success, but you've clearly worked hard to maintain and build upon that legacy. What drives you to keep pushing forward, especially in such a high-stakes environment?"

As the interviewer asks this, Santi leans back slightly, as if contemplating the question. The truth is, the drive to push forward comes not from ambition alone, but from a deeper, almost primal need to assert control over a life that has always been orchestrated by others. But that’s not something he can admit out loud.

Santi: "You know, it's easy for people to assume that everything was handed to me on a silver platter, but the reality is far more complex. Yes, I had opportunities that others might not, but I was also held to incredibly high standards. From a young age, I was taught the importance of hard work, and that success is not just about what you achieve, but how you achieve it. I’ve always believed in leading by example, which is why I make it a point to be in the trenches with my team, whether it's working late nights on a project or navigating the complexities of our latest research initiatives."

He recalls the countless nights spent in the labs of X Academy, not because he needed to be there, but because he wanted to understand every aspect of the institution he would one day lead. He wasn’t just a figurehead—he was determined to know the ins and outs of every department, every project. The long hours weren’t just about work; they were about proving, perhaps to himself more than anyone else, that he was worthy of the legacy he was born into.

Interviewer: "It's clear that your work ethic is something you take pride in. Let's talk about X Academy. Under your leadership, it's become a beacon of hope for many in New Jakarta, especially with the rising tensions in the city. How do you balance the pressures of being a public figure with the responsibilities of running such a pivotal institution?"

Santi’s expression shifts subtly—a flicker of something deeper, darker. He knows that the public sees him as a beacon of hope, a leader who can unite the fractured city. But the truth is, the very tensions they hope he will resolve are often of his own making. He is both the architect of chaos and the one who brings order, a duality that he keeps hidden beneath layers of charm and calculated sincerity.

Santi: "Balancing those pressures is definitely a challenge, but it's one I embrace. X Academy was founded with the goal of advancing scientific research for the betterment of all Martian citizens, and that mission is something I take to heart. At the same time, I understand the power of public perception. People are looking for someone to believe in, especially now, and I’m grateful that they see me as that figure. However, it’s not just about what I can do as a leader, but what we can achieve together as a community. Creating opportunities for all, committing to public good—these are not just slogans, but guiding principles in everything I do."

He remembers the latest crisis he orchestrated in the Akumu Slums—a small piece of information, leaked at just the right time, setting off a chain of events that sent shockwaves through the city. It was a dangerous game, one that could easily spiral out of control, but Santi thrives on the thrill of it. The chaos serves a purpose; it keeps people looking to him for solutions, reinforcing his role as the indispensable leader.

Interviewer: "You've been dubbed 'The Peacemaker' by some, yet New Jakarta is far from peaceful, if we must be honest. How do you reconcile this title with the realities of the city?"

Santi knows this question is coming, and he’s prepared. The irony of the title isn’t lost on him—it’s part of the persona he’s carefully cultivated. He is the Peacemaker, but peace, as he defines it, is a tool, a means to an end. True peace would leave him with nothing to control, nothing to fix, and that’s a reality he’s not ready to face.

Santi: "The title 'Peacemaker' is both a compliment and a burden. Peace is not just the absence of conflict but the presence of justice and opportunity. It’s no secret that New Jakarta faces many challenges, from economic disparities to social unrest. But these challenges also present opportunities for growth and innovation. My job is to navigate these complexities and find solutions that benefit the city as a whole. Sometimes, that means making difficult decisions that aren't immediately popular, but I always have the long-term prosperity of New Jakarta in mind."

As he speaks, his mind wanders to the many nights he spent alone in his office, staring out over the city. From this vantage point, he could see everything—the glittering towers of the elite, the sprawling slums below. It was all part of a grand design, one he was orchestrating from behind the scenes. Every conflict, every resolution, was a step towards a future only he could envision.

Interviewer: "There's a lot of talk about the criminal underworld in New Jakarta, particularly in the Akumu Slums. How does X Academy fit into this picture, and what steps are you taking to ensure that your initiatives aren't just a band-aid on a larger issue?"

Santi’s smile doesn’t falter, but inside, he feels a spark of satisfaction. The criminal underworld is a complex web, one that he’s intimately familiar with. He’s not just aware of it—he’s a part of it, a shadowy figure pulling strings from the comfort of his high-rise office. But that’s a truth he’ll take to his grave.

Santi: "The situation in the Akumu Slums is one of the most pressing issues we face, and it’s something I’m deeply concerned about. X Academy's role is to provide education and resources that empower people to create better lives for themselves, but we can’t do it alone. That’s why I’ve been working closely with the Overseers and other city leaders to address the root causes of these problems. It’s not just about education; it’s about creating a sustainable ecosystem where everyone has the opportunity to thrive. As for the criminal circuit—let's just say, we're keeping a close eye on things and doing everything we can to ensure that X Academy’s work is part of the solution, not part of the problem."

He remembers the recent heist at one of X Academy’s facilities, a heist that the public believed was a tragedy. What they didn’t know was that Santi had orchestrated the entire event, leaking the location of the facility to a rival faction in the slums. It was all part of a larger plan, one that would ultimately strengthen his grip on the city. The stolen research was never meant to be used—it was a decoy, a test of loyalty and competence for those who would carry out his orders.

Interviewer: "Lastly, with everything you've accomplished so far, what does the future hold for you and X Academy? How do you plan to continue your family's legacy while also making your own mark?"

Santi pauses, considering his response carefully. The future is something he thinks about often, but not in the way most people do. For him, the future is a canvas, one that he can shape and mold to his liking. His family’s legacy is the foundation, but the empire he’s building will be his own.

Santi: "The future is bright, but it’s also uncertain—and that’s what makes it exciting. My family’s legacy is something I’m incredibly proud of, but I’m also focused on carving out my own path. For X Academy, that means continuing to push the boundaries of scientific research and making sure that our work has a real, tangible impact on the lives of the people of New Jakarta. Personally, I’m committed to staying grounded, to listening to the needs of the community, and to never losing sight of the values that brought me here. My goal is to make sure that when people think of X Academy, they don’t just think of a name—they think of a force for good that is changing the world for the better."

As he finishes, Santi glances out the window, his mind already racing with the next steps in his plan. The interviewer thanks him for his time, and Santi responds graciously, but his thoughts are elsewhere. The interview is just another move in the game, another step in a carefully plotted journey that only he knows the destination of.

Interviewer: "Thank you, Santi. It’s been a pleasure speaking with you, and we’re all looking forward to seeing what you accomplish next."

Santi: "The pleasure’s all mine. Thank you for the opportunity to share my story."

As the interviewer leaves, Santi sits back in his chair, allowing himself a rare moment of introspection. He’s come so far, but there’s still so much to do. The city of New Jakarta is a complex machine, and he’s the one turning the gears. The future he envisions is one of power, control, and legacy—his legacy, not just his family’s. And he won’t stop until every piece of the puzzle falls into place.

End of interview.

[petri808]

Just a quick ficlet for kyoru week 2023 cause I wanted to write something.

8/22 home movies @kyoruweekofficial

It’s more of a kyoru family story. Idk the idea is cute to me lol

“Hey mom, watcha doin’?” The six-year-old questions.

The woman stops wiping the shelf. “Oh, just tidying up.”

“What’s those?” The child points to a set of DVD jackets. “Movies?”

“Sort of, they’re home movies. You know, like when we record videos on our camera? These are of events we like to keep.”

“Can we watch one?”

“Sure. Why don’t you pick?” The child picks a random disc and hands it to their mom. “Oh, this is of my graduation,” the woman reminisces as she pops it into the Blue-Ray player.

They curl up on the couch as the video rolls with mom narrating for the little girl. The video was taken when she graduated from high school and her parents held a big party at the Sohma compound. Many were there, like uncle Mutsuki and his parents uncle Yuki and aunt Machi, uncle Hatsu and aunt Rin with daughters Sora and Riku, even uncle Shiki came considering he wasn’t fond of parties. Of course, aunty Akito and uncle Shigure had to attend as the heads of the clan, but it was nice to see them since they rarely left the compound anymore. She names off the relatives as they appear on camera, often pausing to answer questions because the little girl has never met many of the older generations that have passed on.

“Who’s that next to you and papa Hajime,” the child points at the elderly couple who are standing next to her grandfather.

“That’s grandpa’s parents. They’re your great-grandparents, grandma Tohru and grandpa Kyo.”

“Oh, they look so old, but so cute still holding hands.”

The woman chuckles, “well, they are in their 80s.” She sighs, “I wish you could’ve met them. You look a little like grandma Tohru when she was a young girl.” A bit of moisture clouds her vision as she reminisces. “Lets’ see, grandma passed away about 8 years after this, and your grandpa followed a year later. My parents believed with his heart gone, grandpa didn’t have the will to keep living.”

“That’s impossible,” the child looks up at her mom with concern, “how can a heart just disappear from,” she points to her chest.

“No, not like that.” The woman laughs. “They’re talking about your great-grandmother. Grandma Tohru was his heart. Great-grandpa loved her more than anything else in this world because she saved him from the Sohma monster.”

The child turns to look at her mom again, this time with an indignant glare. “Mom,” she crosses her arms. “A monster, seriously? Monster’s aren’t real so that makes no sense.”

Before responding, the woman pauses the video and pulls her daughter onto her lap. “Have I ever told you the story of the zodiac?” The child shakes her head no. “Do you want to hear it?”

“Yes!” The little girl bounces in excitement.

The mom moves her back to the couch, gets up and goes to another room. She comes back in a couple minutes holding an old wooden box and sits back down next to her daughter. She then opens the lid to show the child the little animal figurines inside, worn with age, but still discernible for what they represent. But there was one odd piece in the box.

“Mom, why’s there a wooden rice ball with a bunch of animals?”

“I’m glad you asked,” the mom talks as she pulls out the figurines of the rice ball and an orange cat, placing it in the little girls cupped hands. “These represent your grandma Tohru,” she points to the rice ball, “and grandpa Kyo,” she points to the cat. “The rest of the animals make up the zodiac.”

The child gives her a mom a confused look which gains a chuckle from her mother.

“Don’t worry, it’ll be explained in the story.” The woman takes the figurines from her daughter, puts them back in the box, and puts the box aside. “Now where should I begin?” She thinks for a moment. “A very long time ago, there was a god…”

[nin-jay-go]

LIVEBLOGGING!

omg ras at shadow dojo....

"sora and jordana's unreciprocated kismesitude"

confirmed catboy can see in the dark

INTRO FUCKS WHOA

oh shit the mechanic's back as... doc oc?

OMG RIYU GREW UPPPPPPPPP

FUGIDOVE?????? HELLO??

THE SPONSORSHPI VIDEO SOBBINGGGG

"riyu cinder noxtide guardian" "yea"

lloyd?????? buddy??????

oh boy he's so sleep deprived

oh no zane passed on his prophetic visions to lloyd

HES SO SHINY WHY IS SO SHINY

the whost

i love kreel

ok WHY does riyu have eyebrows. thats not good.

HE DO A BIG STRETCHY

hi cinder.

oh his voice is familiar OH ITS ACRONIX

EUPHRASIA!!!

WHYYYYY ARE THE DESTINY QUILLS (sticks) NOT WORKING

omg destiny she/her

PERCIVAL TARTIGRADEEEEEE

I LOVE THIS SERPENTINE GIRL. SHES SO FUNNY

shatters the goodness inside you....

HEY THIS BETTER NOT HAVE HIT JAY. HEY. HEY HOLD ON.

this language looks EVIL

THE WORMS ARE BACK THE WORMSSSSS YESSSSS

the forbidden five????? hello???????????

DESTINY IS A TWITCH MOD

OH NO LLOYD IS HAVING A PANIC ATTACK

DID CINDER JUST BREAK HER LEG. HOLY SHIT

GODDDDDD SAM VINCENT'S ACTING THIS SEASON IS SO GOOD.

UHM????? DRAGON FAIRIES THAT DELIVER VISIONS????

OH THEYRE TALKING TO HIM

elemental master of SPEEEEEN

yep totally expected wyldfyre stowed away

oh no magical darkness. MAGICAL darkness. DREAM DARKNESS.

oh i like the yellow robes on wu

NO NO NO NO JAY........ NOOOO.............

SHE LOVES HIM SO MUCH SHE WAS ABLE TO BREAK OUT

WHAT. WHAT. WHAT. WHAT. WHAT. WHAT. WHAT. WHAT.

"the wasting????"

"the real jay could never forget me" cue both of us screaming

GEOOOOOO

THERE IS NO HETEROSEXUAL EXPLANATION

COLE IS THE CHEF????????????????? NO.

arin autism moment

GOOD JOB SPORT KJSHFKJKSFDHSJD

those dragons sure can master

papa's home!

oh thats actually fun, rontu is voiced by rarity's singing voice :0

oh my god the dragons are rising

THE BORDER IS GONE!!! THE FORGOTTEN GUYS CAN LEAVE!

family roadtripppppp

THEYRE HOMEEEEEEEEEE AUAUAAUUAUAUUA

I NEED THAT FROHICKY PLUSHIE

the wuorb!

BONZLE??? HUH?????

"ive rehearsed this" bonzle i love you

oh i LOVE these cagehead designs

SQUEEEE

BEYBLADE BEYBLADE LET IT RIP

SOBBINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG AUAUUAUAUA

REALM #16 BABEYYYYY

RAS PROPHETIC VISIONS?

ARE THEY GOING TO FUCKING FORCE POSSESSION ON THOSE MONKS?????? WHAT

you lost track of the children guys

"the children are drift compatible!"

mysterium better not fuck up my magic headcanons

SIBLING BEYBLADESSSSS

well good thing none of these guys need to breathe

OH MY GOD EGALT'S EYE D:

oh no. gladiatorial combat.

DORAMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

oh hey the nonbinary person's back

oh this place is PRETTY

i miss jay.

boys will be boys!

GANDALARIA... I LOVE HER

fugitives from madness is the coolest title ever

....oh... the wasting....

bonzle trans :D

ADMINISTRATION

OUHGOOFHDUFGUDFODUFGHGODU BABY KAI AND NYA. SO LITTLE. SO TINYSMALL

link... the blood moon is here... be careful.

UHM? GET TURNED TO STONE?????

ROBOT MICROAGGRESSION.

the only way to beat madness is to play by its rules!

JAY JAY JAY JAY JAY VILLAIN JAY FUCKED UP AND EVIL JAY HOLY SHIT IM GONNA AOHAIUQDGFJKHDFKJHGDKJFHGDFK

JAY. HONEY. he SO does not wanna be here

he hasn't told anyone he can lightning power.....

MY ROBITTTTTTTT THEY KILT HIM

and jay remains unseen forever. his grand reveal is Coming

RIYU FLIES NOW :DDDDD

the poor bounty. she dies so much.

THE BOUNTYYYYYY

if bonezle wasn't claustrophobic before, she sure is now

omg baby ras :00000

EUPHRASIA FUCKING DIES??????

NETHERSPACE???? THE FUCKING NETHER?????? FROM MINECRAFT???????

MIMIC!!!!!!

janet..... who is janet.... is it gandalaria's ex

ok i do not like the fact that they just put on the wolf costumes

ok there must SOME kind of supernatural shit healing that leg of wyldfyre's. that's FAST

KJHSFKJHSJDKH MAGIC MISHAPS :) MY FAVORITE :)

KJHSFJSDKGFHKJSDFKSJDH HE TURNED INTO A PUPPY

PICKS YOU UP

ok my friend just coined gandalaria x laroe. i'm calling it scimagicshipping.

HELLO????????? THE FUCKING MC ESCHER LABYRINTH??????

arin my silly billy

WHO IS YOUR MASTER RAS??????

i took a break here and my gandalaria brainrot is infecting me. i love her so much

OH MY GOD ARIN'S PARENTS ah its a hallucination

oh no. the gong. they have the masks on oh no oh fuck

oh thank god wyldfyre hates the masks

NOOOOOO BONZLE

RAS' EAR POPPING UP SO CUTEEEEEE

LIKE THE FIREBREATHING DRAGONS WE ARE IM GONNA CRYY

raine must be jumping for joy at all this cinder content

KAI?????????

OH HE"S GETTING FUCKING FORCEPOSSESSED

OH NOOOOOOO

KAI FUCKING DIES

WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU

KAI'S CORPSE ERA RETURNS

zane is always getting shit done to him

NYAAAAAAAAA

lloyd's VISIONS AGAIN

HE'S IN A FUCKING LOCATION. OH GOD HE'S IN THE MC ESCHER UNIVERSE

GET PUNCHED RAS

KAIS FUCKING STUCK IN THE MC ESCHER UNIVERSE

UH??????????????

IT ALL JUST FUCKING VANISHED????????

ok this guy is immediately pathetic

JORDANA????????

TOURNAMENT OF THE SOURCES???????

oh my god nya is now the remaining sibling :( reverse seabound

oh thank god bonzle and kai are together, they're not alone

ninja never quit :)

HEY THE OTHER FOUR ARE THERE. THEY'RE THERE.

WELL. THATS SURE A P1 SEASON

[tsuki-sennin]

For every hero there comes a time when their resolve meets the ultimate strain.

For Cure Sky, that's today.

-Jetavana, huh? That's a monastery in Northern India where Buddha Gautama gave the majority of his lectures later in life. It's open to the public as a historical park, and it's also part of a traditional pilgrimage.

-"Sora? I brought you bread."

-Oh she gone

-Oh man, Mashiro definitely got thrown off with the wording there. I'd know, I was too.

-Hello, Sora's Hot Mom. ...did we keep you waiting for dinner too long?

-R

-Red?

-You are very blue.

-Hello, Sora's Hot Dad.

-Her courage, her dream, even her belief in her friends. Cure Sky vanished with all those things.

-"L + Ratio + You Fell Off!"

-"You can't brood on an empty stomach, Sora."

-Suppose Tsubasa would know a thing or two about a hard fall. Must have some very strong words for Sora.

-Ageha'd like some hospitality

-Ohhhhh she's so smol

-Skies completely full of stars are kinda foreign to me, since I live somewhere with a lot of light pollution. ...and air pollution too, Sky Land's definitely the Elysian fields in comparison.

-An entire meteor shower!

-I can't believe Sora-papa used PK Starstorm.

-Sora-mama's proud.

-Hello, Battamonda.

-"I suppose crushing her dreams just isn't enough... I'll have to really grind her neck into the dirt, make her friends cry too~!"

-Oh, he's gonna make the captain kill someone.

-I have to wonder if Captain Shalala has some kind of awareness about what Battamonda's making her do.

-Sparkle on, Cures. It's Wodin's Day.

-"I'm winning, it counts~!"

-If we're going by Battamonda's logic, then Butterfly just called him a bitch.

-Wan.

-Log splittin'

-Hello, Granny Goodness.

-Can't look Ozone Baby in the eye, huh lass?

-A letter for onee-chan.

-Now it's Mashiron's turn.

-"I overclocked her~!"

-This is her Spider-Man 2 moment.

-You left your girlfriend on read, Sora-chan. That's not especially heroic behavior.

-"My dear hero"...

-Pick it up, Hero Gal.

-Our dreams don't break.

-"Have you ever heard these words, villain!? Plus Ultra! Hirogaru Sky Punch!

-No commentary needed. This is the good shit right here.

-Captain Shalala has been exorcised.

-He has well and truly been defeated. Not even an acknowledgement of his so-called strength or his cunning: just being told that they're here to stop him.

-I think it's rather fitting that he was a grasshopper, considering Toei's other massively successful super hero franchise. N-no, the other one-

-Reclaimed.

-Dream!

-Nozomi, hello~!

-...any news on that Otona Pretty Cure 23 thing? Y'know, no pressure, take your time!

-Very lovely ED, very catchy.

-Oh god, Elle-chan's undergoing metamorphosis.

-She's gonna get real tall real soon, I imagine.

-Okay then, I'm gonna go... do things. Exactly what is unclear to me at the moment, but-

[chocowolf28]

In commemoration to the new KH3 trailers yesterday, I made a Kingdom Key! 😍🗝🏰💕

[jippy-kandi]

Digimon Adventure: 2020 – Episode 66: The Last Miracle, The Last Power (Review)

Thoughts on the sixty-sixth episode of the Digimon Adventure reboot series.

We’re finally at the penultimate episode! YAY! \o/

That close-up of Negamon’s eye opening looked like the Demogorgon’s face opening from Stranger Things, lol. (Watch that show! Nancy and Steve are uwu) Negamon/his eye is still so comical to me. :P

And . . . we’re ripping off Our War Game again (+ Apocalymon later)! Great. :P Nah, I don’t mind at all TBH, lol.

Mimi: “Papa, Mama, Grandpa . . .” Nice of Mimi to remind us that they actually have family they care about (and who, in turn, should care about them), lol. This is actually a huge gaping hole that the series has chosen to sweep aside for 99% of the time, at its own detriment . . . Where is a shot of Yuuko Yagami being a mess at her missing kids suddenly fighting in a battle for Earth? I miss when things actually felt like they mattered (more) and there were high stakes. OG Adventure is crying. ;_;

Sora: “We’ll take the tentacles!” Yamato: “We’ll . . .” Taichi: “Keep charging ahead!” In case you forgot who are the actual stars in this series - and who are just guest starring. Toei’s got you! uwu

Mimi being audibly cold when Vikemon did his Arctic Blizzard attack was nice, lol. These neat little Mimi side moments are definitely part of the highlights of this reboot. I wish all the characters had these. <3

It was nice to see all the Megas do their bit, even if it really was just the absolute bare minimum. In a perfect world, Toei would figure out how to give screentime (fairly) equally to the main cast . . . but alas. This is all we get. I still appreciated it, though.

Negamon’s evolution, Abbadomon, is . . . very underwhelming. He looks like a Pacman with film strips, lol. And when he evolved, the animation took a turn? Like it suddenly went into old black-and-white TV land. The music felt super old school, too. I kinda dug it, though? But, I must say, Abbadomon is a lot less intimidating than Millenniumon . . .

So we get all these shots of people in the real world watching the battle . . . and not a single 02 cameo, lol. Toei! COME ON! It would’ve been pretty damn neat! And super easy to do? :P They could’ve just looked similar to Ken and co., lol.

I really liked the second half where the existence of “the other four” (Sora, Mimi, Jou and Koushirou) were eaten by Abbadomon. It was so eerie and it actually had the characters, you know, talk! Damn, I miss that. I miss characters being actual people. :P

Sora: “Taichi . . . Yamato . . .” Why yes, I did appreciate this. Why? Take a wild guess. uwu

The light of hope stuff is, again, obviously inspired by the OG - and is actually fine. :P And while “the other four” are obviously not on the frontlines of the battle, I think their part was great TBH - it worked for me. I prefer these moments more than just attack, attack, attack. :P

Plus, they had a nice evolution montage thing where they all spoke with their Digimon partners. Screentime at last! uwu

There was a surprising Devimon and SkullKnightmon cameo that I dug quite a bit, lol.

And what we’ve all been waiting for - even though he appeared almost immediately at the beginning of the series: Omegamon! His evolution sequence was super cool - and, well, Omegamon himself is just a freakin’ badarse. uwu GET HYPE!

Overall, I actually quite enjoyed it. A solid penultimate episode - and honestly better than expected from this reboot, lmao. Sure, they’re borrowing heavily from the OG - but at least it was done competently. I have (almost) no qualms about this specific retelling. :P

Next episode: THE FINAL ONE! Climax and resolution in 20 minutes, lol.

But the end of this series will be very bittersweet for me . . .

See you then.

;_;

[ask-olive-huchers]

*Sora comes over and boops your nose*

They made a lil cat face. Yk the one.

[mimiplaysgames]

Terraqua Week Day 7 (Night Sky)

Summary: They don’t know it’s called love. Terra and Aqua dare a night out in a storm. || Word Count: 4,511

Read on AO3

A/N: @terraquaweek AAAAAAA it’s over!! It’s been a wild ride. This particular fic I feel is my weakest of the collection - I literally ran out of time to make this one special in my eyes. It’s just a soft and tender fic. I’m sorry I couldn’t give a stronger conclusion, but I hope you take something you like out this one regardless!

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Wayfinding

The sky over Destiny Islands is beautiful. Like the mountains in the Land of Departure, we’re isolated here, an audience to pinpricks of light blinking down at us with secrets from far away. 

Kairi’s been begging us to visit for a couple of nights to stargaze with her and her friends. She says we’ll be blown away. Tonight, storm clouds blot the sky in clumps, leaving us breaks in between to guess constellations. I do believe you could see stars from Destiny Islands you can’t see anywhere else, even though we all share the same sky. It’s special.

Ven points to a nebula, millions of miles away. “Hold on, is that—” 

“The star system of Montressor, yep.” Terra takes a swish of water.

“It’s so much closer here.”

“What’s Montressor?” Sora crushes melted marshmallow onto chocolate, his fingers coated. 

We’re sharing a fire, camping out on the beach and listening to the waves crashing. The beach overwhelms the senses in a way that grounds you. I can’t see the ocean through the darkness, but I can smell it. I can feel it by the humidity that drapes over my skin. There’s no mistaking where I am. The beach in the Realm of Darkness smelled like nothing. 

And yet, if I walked into the water, I’d walk forever. The horizon vanishes at night.

The cloudy weather lately has made it difficult for us to see everything, so Terra has asked if we could stay longer. This is our third night.

“It’s a cluster of its own stars, like a galaxy.” Terra denies chocolate with his s’more. “The people there travel between different planets with their skyships.”

Kairi snorts. “The adults told us that a god sneezed millions of years ago and that’s his celestial booger smear.”

Sora gapes. “That sounds cool, I’ve never been.”

“You’re missing out,” Riku says, smirking as he chews.

“Wait, when did you go?”

Kairi plucks a marshmallow from the basket. “We can schedule a trip together. It will be fun.”

Terra cocks an eyebrow. “If you enjoy getting mugged by sky pirates.”

Sora leans forward, eyes wide at Terra’s nose. “Sky pirates? There’s such a thing? Oh, I’m in.”

They’re lovely kids, self-trained and their technique shows it. I take a sip of water out of a straw from a coconut that Riku had broken in half by smashing it against a boulder. 

Terra eyes me from across the fire, holding my gaze as he drinks. We chose not to sit next to each other—no one else needs to know—but I admit that from this angle, I get to enjoy the way he looks at me. It was only last night that he held my hand and brushed his lips against mine, tucked behind a palm tree where no one saw us. I came back to the hut with fire on my cheeks. I still feel it in my stomach.

I can’t help my smile. I want to look at him longer but I don’t, so I cross my legs. 

Paopu fruits hang on the trees nearby. Ven has mentioned (in front of everyone else) that Terra and I should share one. I told him to shut up, and he hasn’t brought it up again since. 

“If we’re lucky,” Sora says, “we could see a meteor shower.”

I choke on my drink but keep my lips sealed.

Ven opens his mouth to reply but Terra hands him a warning glare.

Every star in the sky is a world. When worlds fall, the sphere that holds them together breaks into pieces, like the glass that shatters when the lantern is dropped. That is a meteor shower, but I wouldn’t want to break anyone’s heart if they believe otherwise.

“Don’t you wish upon them?” I ask, forcing myself to swallow. The thought of wishing upon the harm of others, even unintentionally, churns me. “Is that the tradition?”

“You mean you don’t?” Kairi asks. 

I shrug, desperate for an answer. “We… don’t wish upon much. There’s little use for it when you’re training for the Keyblade.”

Terra turns away to hide a smirk.

“That’s so depressing,” Sora says and I frown.

The wind is warm and moist. It’s so peaceful, of course the only stories you’d ever hear about the stars are the good ones.

Ven jumps up, pointing at the sky. “Look, look!”

Two shooting stars fly straight across. May they be blessed.

“Okay.” Sora slaps his hands together. “Wishing time. I wish…” He closes his eyes, and for a second, a solemn smile darkens his face. “I’ve been away for so long. Any minute Donald is going to ring me up and take me somewhere. I just want to stay home for a while, just a few days. You know, take a break, be with you guys, my best friends. I promised my mom I’d help with her gardening and stay one night for dinner.”

Riku nods to himself. 

“I’d like the same,” Kairi says, laying on her stomach on her blanket, gazing at the fire. 

“You’re not supposed to be wishing on them,” Ven blurts out, covering his mouth too late.

Sora’s eyebrows furrow. This is not a look I like to see on him. “Why?”

If Ven could kick himself without anyone seeing, he would.

Terra holds onto Sora’s shoulder. “A shooting star is someone traveling between worlds. Their heart is reaching out to someone to comfort or protect them. You don’t want to wish for something selfish, you want to wish the best for them.” 

The expression Sora gives can only be described as horror. “Oh, well, um, safe travels buddy. I hope you find your friend.”

“Is it too late to take the wish back?” Riku asks. I think he’s asking on purpose considering how much more fraught Sora becomes and how much Riku is enjoying it.

Terra notices. He nods his head to the side. I love the way he does it. He’s beautiful. “Probably.”

“But I really do want them to be safe,” Sora whines, defeated. 

The wind picks up, clouds floating across the sky at a speed where they swallow the stars. It smells damp and it feels hotter.

“I don’t like the looks of this,” Riku says, dumping the pail of water next to him onto the fire. He kicks sand over it for good measure. Sora and Kairi don’t hesitate to stack baskets and fold blankets. 

“What’s going on?” Ven asks, moving slowly when he folds his chair, as if unsure.

“Monsoon season.” Riku steps on the last embers. “We didn’t expect a storm to come out this soon but you never know.”

“Maybe it wasn’t supposed to come tonight.” Kairi eyes Sora suspiciously.

“No way—” Sora starts.

“Nice job, Sora.” Riku says. “You’ve doomed us all.”

“I didn’t wish for a monsoon!”

“You wished to be locked up here with us. Congratulations.”

I interrupt. “What do you need me to do? Where do we go for shelter?”

Kairi points to their treehouse, which connects through the cavern and which, from my understanding, stood there through their entire childhood. “My dad—the one you’ve met before, Papa—fortified it with extra wood on the walls and the roof. It’s always been safe.”

By the time we have everything packed and are going up the ramps to the treehouse, it’s pouring. At least it’s not the iciness of mountain rain.

The door bangs when Kairi swings it open, the wind throwing it back and forth as if it’s juggling it between two hands. Ven waves his arm in a circular motion—his magic redirects the wind for as long as he can hold it, letting everyone inside before he lets go and the door slams behind us. 

Inside, we dry ourselves with rags, our shoes and socks warming up under the lanterns. We have fresh blankets and sacks of food, in case the storm lasts all night. 

Except in terms of blankets, we’re one short.

Ven hands Terra the last blanket and (pointedly) says something to him. 

The last blanket is the largest, so I’d have to share it with Terra. I adore Ven to pieces (and I won’t protest sharing any space with Terra), but when Ven gets difficult, I sometimes have to suppress myself. Judging by the way Terra wraps it around our shoulders and nudges close to me, he doesn’t care what the others think anymore. 

Kairi quickly looks away from us, rolling her lips inward like she’s witnessed a scandal.

Rain beats onto the roof, a million patters like the fingers of thousands of people asking to be let in. Thunder rumbles in quickly, soothing then unsettling. Terra and I sit in front of a window, the water so thick that it blurs the screen. Under the blanket, he rolls a finger over my wrist, stroking my palm. I smile at him. 

“We should have brought real fruit,” Ven says, chewing on dried mango. If by real fruit he means paopu, he’s smart for not specifying it. 

“You need finer taste,” Kairi says, chewing on the same.

“You need culture,” Sora says, swallowing something I don’t recognize.

The idea of a spontaneous camp-in might have been exciting the first several minutes, but hours later, it becomes agony. 

All this time, I can’t talk to Terra about anything too personal, though we’ve snuck a few passing whispers here and there. 

He asks me an indistinct question that anyone can misinterpret out of context: When did you know? 

My answer is just as vague. I was fourteen. 

There’s not much we can do to explore touch. I tend to listen more to the way he takes finger by finger. Terra will intermittently say one sentence with minimal effort, but just enough so that the others know we’re still with them. I worry that if I laugh a certain way, it would expose us. 

But no one asks, too busy chatting about building bigger boats for the one dream they’ve never been able to accomplish. 

At some point, Terra challenges Riku to a rematch.

“So what you’re telling me,” Riku says, a mock-smirk that fits perfectly on his face, “is that you’re very impressed and you want to be foolish enough to lose to me a second time so that everyone else knows how impressive I am.”

“We all know, Riku,” Sora says.

“But Terra wants to remind you.”

Terra laughs as if he’s not interlacing his fingers with mine. He squeezes my hand. 

It’s when everyone’s eyes are closed, drifting away to sleep, that Terra wraps his arm around my waist and I rest on his shoulder. One lantern is still on. The storm has quieted for now, but we’ve been told to expect another onslaught. 

Terra cranes his head back, looking out the window. He’s done this twice per hour, but the sky has been black, the clouds smearing everything.

“What are you looking for?” I whisper. 

“I have this very,” Terra starts, pausing, “vague memory of looking up to the stars, looking for home but I could never find it.”

So not his memory, but Xehanort’s. Blurs and images that make no sense, as if from a dream. Castle Oblivion never shined, so of course Xehanort couldn’t find it for the last twelve years. Terra is lucky that’s as much as he remembers. I don’t know how he could possibly deal if he woke up with a history of every crime Xehanort has committed in his body.

“And I feel like,” Terra continues, his eyes lost, his voice hushed. “I’ve—or he—tried over and over again.”

“Ah.” I sigh. “You were looking for it these past few nights.”

“The Master told me that home is the brightest star in the multiverse. You could see it through the clouds. It would always guide you back if you were lost.” 

“I never heard that story.”

Terra looks at me and holds me closer. “That was before you came.”

“Whether it’s true or not, it’s out there.”

He frowns, leaning his head back against the windowsill again. “The idea that home was gone at some point… that’s the one thing that haunts me still, even though I know it’s just a trip away and I could always go back. But knowing that doesn’t suffice.”

I rub his stomach. “We can find it together.”

He goes quiet, the hand on my waist tensing up. The wheels in his mind turn. “Do you want to find it tonight?”

I look up at him. 

“The storm has stopped,” he says.

“For now.”

“Then we come back before it starts again.” He pulls me closer, nearly settling me on top of his leg. I feel his smirk in my hair.

I glance out the window. “But the clouds are too thick.”

“Well, if the story is true—”

“If.”

“Then we’d take some time for ourselves.” He nudges my nose, and I wish he’d kiss me. “We’re Keyblade wielders. A monsoon isn’t impossible to manipulate.”

I stifle a laugh. He has a quick answer for everything, and to any given person, it’d be infuriating. I once found it so when I was younger. 

“I am obligated to remind you that it’s dangerous,” I say, wishing I could get away with tasting his lips. I come close to.

“I feel like I’m about to scream,” he says, brushing my hair. “I need to do something loud. Yell. Throw myself into the ocean. Touch you—I don’t know. It’s too suffocating in here. I’ve suffocated for twelve years. I’ve had enough.”

I don’t know why my heart jumps at the idea when it’s so reckless. Terra is not a bad influence, he’s just as responsible as I am, yet I find myself yearning for the thrill. 

I haven’t tasted something like this in years, when thrill was something to be avoided in the Darkness.  

“Okay. But we come back in no less than twenty minutes.”

We blow out our lantern and Terra takes precious, long seconds to turn the doorknob. 

Ven stirs, his bright eyes blinking open in the dark. “You guys are leaving?” he whispers. 

“We’re coming back,” Terra says.

“Is this going to happen a lot?” 

My heart sinks. It’s usually the three of us, never disconnected except when we’re bickering. I look to Terra for what to say when he replies with, “Do you want to come with us?”

Ven looks at me. “Nah. I’m tired.”

I bend down and pet his head. “You’ll come with us next time.”

“I know.” Ven wiggles in his blanket and gets comfortable. “Just don’t drown.”

Terra gently takes my wrist. As much as I’m compelled to stay with Ven, Terra’s smile is a reminder that there’s little to worry about with him. We leave the shoes and socks behind.

Outside, the wind howls strong, my sashes beaten in fury. The sand is warm when we step off the ramp, loose swirls of dust devils skidding across the beach. It’s dark without the moonlight, the ocean waves crashing onto the shore so hard that all I see are white bubbles. My heart races, but this feeling is nothing like the constant race of fear in the Dark Realm. No, this is familiar yet foreign. The slap of salty air in my face makes me gush with something jittery. 

Terra cups his hands close to the ground and jerks them forward near the base of the giant tree where the treehouse stands. The sand buckles—he’s moving earth and boulder against the trunk of the tree, compensating for years of erosion, creating a natural scaffolding to fortify it further.

The river nearby spills out of its bank, small streams skittling towards the ocean. I bring my hands together and wave them back inland, redirecting the water away from the tree so there is less risk of flooding. 

I hear Terra calling me. The wind ruins his hair—he looks more charming this way. When he walks, his pants flatten and blow open like balloons. He gathers bunches of my hair in his thick, large fingers, holds it off of my face, and kisses me. He’s firm and pulsing, strong but gentle, the touch of his lips igniting a flame that rides up to my heart. By the way he breathes through me, he’s been wanting to do this for a long time. 

A gust of wind bashes against our bodies. Water splashes on our knees and I nearly topple down.

We laugh into each other’s shoulders, my legs caked in wet sand. He’s holding me up by my arms, taking me towards the nearest palm tree.

“This is the most insane thing I’ve ever done,” I say, my voice raised to compete against the roar of the wind.

“I needed this,” he says, nodding. 

My heart sighs in agreement. 

Terra trembles from adrenaline, his smile glued on his face. He gestures in a way to call something down from above. A palm tree bends over, giving its head to us. “I want you to meet my new best friend, Leafy.” 

I snort. “What is this for?”

Terra giggles before grabbing a paopu fruit. “Thank you, my friend,” he says to Leafy, bowing.

“You’re talking to a tree.”

Pointing that out melts him into hysteria. “I don’t know how to describe it. I am so happy right now.” He gestures like he’s about to rip his skin off, something inside about to explode. “And I don’t know what to do with that feeling.” He turns to me, holding out the paopu fruit. “I want to share this with you.”

My cheeks hurt. “We don’t know how it works.”

“Will you accept it anyway?” 

No second thoughts. 

It has the consistency of an orange, the taste of a grape. The legend of the fruit claims that it binds the destinies of those who share it together, intertwining their hearts and fates so they’re a part of each other’s lives forever. It could be a symbolic gesture—I certainly thought so when I made our Wayfinders, embedding my magic into them to make sure they work that way. 

I don’t know what I think of the future—I stopped planning for it the day I fell to Darkness—but I would be okay so long as Terra stays somewhere in my life.

Terra leans forward and bites the other side of the fruit, right out of my mouth. It catches me off guard, shuddering me into a chuckle, and I lean to meet him, wrapping my arms around his neck. He tastes of warmed juice. My heart pounds at the slide of his fingers on my forearms as he pushes my sleeves away. I lose the paopu fruit somewhere when he pulls me in.

I realize now what it is: I’ve been numbed. The Realm of Darkness hushes it all inside, leaving you with nothing but your thoughts. When you can’t take much more, you wish for it to be over. Then, you are soothed, a sick, cold honey that drips over your skin. The numbness makes you keep walking so you keep living, until you can’t take the numbness anymore and you go back to despairing. Only to be soothed yet again. The only real emotion that lasts for more than a moment is the sudden whiplash when Heartless attack and you have to survive. The wrong kind of thrill.

Terra has been cut off from all senses for twelve years.

I’ve been quieted. 

So I need him. I need him to brush his fingers on my skin, I need to taste his tongue, I need to run in the rain, laugh at stupid jokes, get scared on purpose, for reasons that don’t truly threaten me. Terra reminds me of the morning when we raced in the ravine as children. He reminds me that there’s more to the way my heart beats than keeping my hands to myself. 

Terra sighs into my neck. “I wish I was strong enough to be a shooting star for you,” he says into my ear. “I’m sorry we waited twelve years to do this.”

Does he not remember that he came to me in the Darkness? He told me not to give up.

He told me that I never stopped lighting his way back. I must have flown in the sky too, without knowing, for other children to see. Maybe I’ve done so many times. I hold him tightly.

An unnaturally strong gust targets at us, loose leaves slapping us and nicking my face. Terra looks up and bursts into laughter. “Stars, he’s watching us.”

Ven sits at the window, waving his arms in circles, as if to slap our wrists with rulers for such behavior. 

My instinct is to remove myself from all scrutiny, but I bump into Terra’s chest. I laugh. I don’t know what else to do except to take his hand and run to the other side of the beach. I think about how Ven must have been worried, and opened that window to see what we were up to, only to witness what he did, and— 

—I cover my mouth and snort. “I can’t believe we were caught.”

“We’re being sloppy.”

I can’t stop laughing. It hurts, but in a good way, better than the victory after a Heartless attack, better than even seeing my friends again after so long, when I couldn’t stop crying.  

Water washes over my feet faster than I can step out of it, my toes sinking like I can be erased in a heartbeat. We all could, at the precipice of Darkness. I could laugh right now, I could mourn tomorrow. The thought chokes me.

“Aqua, are you okay?”

Storm clouds have suffocated everything, dark paint dabbed with a sponge layer after layer so that everything under is hidden. I lean back, but I don’t step away. It’s dark but not Dark, I tell myself. We’re alone, but I’m not. We’re nowhere close to home, but with him, I am. Small reminders for large steps forward. 

“It looks like it goes on forever.”

Terra squeezes my hand, and it says so much. He understands. “We’re facing west. Home would be this direction.”

I’ve faced the darkest enemy and survived. I’ve been running—it’s my instinct to—but I don’t have to run anymore. 

Yet I don’t know what else I could do with all this energy. I face the black ocean now. I want to do something crazy.

“We could try to find it,” I say.

Terra jerks like he’s about to torpedo himself into the sky. “We’ll fly.”

I swallow. “The ocean looks bottomless.”

“It’s not.”

“I know it isn’t.” I look again. The star isn’t there. “But that doesn’t make sense to me. Dark is dark, kind is kind, and the things that hurt me hide.”

“There’s nothing out there that can hurt you, only whales. And I know for a fact that you’re stronger than any shark I know.”

I pause, a mix of childish giddiness and sudden tears wrestling with each other and I don’t know what I’m supposed to feel. “We don’t fight sharks.”

“We don’t.”

“You don’t know any sharks.”

“You’re right.”

My body gives up and I laugh and cry at the same time. “That was the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard.”

Terra wraps his hand on my waist, leaning against my forehead. “I’ve got you. I’m not going to let you fall. Ever again.” 

“I know.” I place my hand on the center of his chest. Sometimes lessons are learned too late. Sometimes the consequences are more than what we’ve prepared for. “Let’s fly.”

He summons his Keyblade and commands it to transform into his glider, helping me on with the guidance of his hand. Neither of us want to break contact. His glider isn’t designed to carry two people, the curve of its engine forcing me forward so I lean onto him. His back muscles are well-formed, sturdy under my weight, his waist so thick that I have to grip his shirt to hold on. 

When Ven sees us take off, he makes frantic arm movements, grabbing fistfuls of air. It calms the fury of the wind around us, giving Terra a smoother path ahead with mild turbulence. We leave the beach behind, and ride into a world of nothing. 

I grip harder into his stomach and contain a meep. Terra slows to a stop. We haven’t gone far.

“I’m okay,” I say onto his neck. It’s quieter out here, without the waves and the trees.

Terra palms a hand over mine, gliding it up to his chest like he wants to feel his heartbeat through both of our hands. It’s hammers, like he’s running away, or towards something.

Or nowhere, really. We’re running just to run, just to remember what it feels like. I kiss the back of his neck, where it meets his shoulder.

“Look,” he says softly. His grip tightens on the handlebar, and he shudders under me. He’s about to cry.

There is one star through the clouds, brushed over in fog. Terra reaches up as if to grab it, measuring our home in the pinch of his fingers.

“To think our beds are small enough to fit,” I say, smiling into him.

Terra takes my hand from his chest and kisses it. 

A gust of wind knocks his glider, and he revs it up to stabilize us, holding a solid kick onto the pedals. Ven is either too far away or too tired to keep helping us.

Rain prickles onto us, and starts to build. I tremble. For some reason, I don’t want to go back into the treehouse and sleep it off. I feel cut off, trapped in a bottle where I can’t move. 

I look behind me. There are now four heads on that window, four worried faces gawking at the scandal. “The others are awake.”

“Let them have a show.” He turns over and holds me close, taking my lips with his. Again, again, again. 

I shiver. He tastes like springwater. I don’t know why I don’t find our predicament threatening. We’re hovering over darkness—but I’ve won against the Darkness. We’ve hovering in a dangerous storm, and yet it seems miniscule. I’m grateful.

“I can make the water dance,” I say.

“I know. That’s why I’m not scared.” He smiles. It’s like he’s asking permission.

I nod. “We wouldn’t be falling.”

“We’d be flying.” 

He dismisses his Keyblade. He falls first, relaxed, his arms open like he doesn’t mind landing into the turret of waters, like he’s about to fall on a feather bed. 

I call for my Keyblade and let it shine. The rain around us swirls, bursting into bright pellets. Terra catches me with one arm, hooking it around my waist and keeping me close. We twirl like we’re caught in a tornado. We kiss. We laugh, our legs wrapping over each other. The light spreads, tiny pinpricks of asteroids and firecrackers that shower Destiny Islands.

I can’t be crazy. I can’t fall. I’m safe and sound with the earth beneath my feet.

[snowflake-of-destruction]

A House Divided

A little, silly kidfic Sorikai for the soul, and for @shaky-mayhemm

Note: The more times I try to change colors of the first letters of the first words in each paragraph, the more formatting glitches and scrambled paragraphs I get, so see if you can get the “oh so secret message” without it being completely pointed to.

Selphie was at fault to start with, though, if she was going to be ascribed the blame for the hurt feelings, she would have to be given credit for starting some wheels in their lives turning, which Riku and Sora both agreed she did not deserve, even if Kairi was more magnanimous. Thus, it became a habit just to talk of conversations and promises made when they were too young to fully weigh choices. Still, the most accurate account begins with: one day when they were all young-- too young to even be allowed to swim in the water surrounding play island without an adult in the surf with them--if that gives perspective--Selphie, to everyone's surprise, scored the winning goal in the game of land-blitzball the group of them were playing in order to decide what game they would really spend the day playing, and chose, to absolutely nobody's surprise, house.

How it went down, everyone accepted their fate and divided into family units with minimal grumbling, phrasing which means that Wakka threw the blitzball into the sea and lost it forever when Jecht--the parent chaperone on play island that day who was five minutes away from falling asleep on the sand and typically didn't care what they did, unlike most parents who at least had restrictions about not hitting each other in the head with wooden swords or throwing sand--refused to go into the water after it. 

As it was, the game mistress, Selphie, who should have, by all rights, been content, found a problem with Sora, Riku, and Kairi's family. Specifically, she didn't like that the family was Riku, Kairi, and Sora all together parenting a yellow coconut Kairi was trying to rock to sleep while Riku built him a bed out of sand and palm fronds and Sora cooked dinner for the household--a savoury stew of sticks, sand, and mushroom. She stood with pursed lips and hands on hips, and declared that their proud coconut son, Rekka, couldn't have all three of them for parents because that wasn't how things worked.

Kool-aid stain lips pursed and Sora asked, with all the curiosity and innocence of a child, “Why can’t it work that way?”

Yearning to prove his maturity, Riku tried a more practical, solution based approach with, "Can we change the rules?"

Madly defending her rights as alpha-female of their friend group, Kairi was more direct and firm, her, "It does if I say so," leaving very little room to argue. 

Already invested, Selphie stuck firm in her first assessment, voice gaining volume and rising in pitch to an affronted shriek that doubled down on, "It's just not how it works!" that was rooted in fear that they were trying to sabotage her game on purpose and embarrassment at being left as a single mother since Tidus and Wakka had happily coupled up and were introducing a piece of driftwood they had named Chappu to the newly dubbed Grandpa Mark IV Jecht who "just wanted a damn nap."

Young Sora provided the counter argument of bursting into tears while Kairi used every bit of her clout as the girl who had fallen out of the sky last year to put power behind the statement that she was going to launch Selphie to the moon, which caused Riku to wrap his arms around her from behind in a combination restraint and hug as the glare that he leveled at Selphie over Kairi's shoulder as he repeated his request to change the rules said that, while he'd stop Kairi from launching Selphie to the moon, he was just as upset by Sora's crying and would bury her in the ground. 

Heroic duty calling him to intervene, Tidus left Chappu in Wakka's expert care, reminding him to support the baby's head, and padded over to see what was the matter. He proceed to have the situation explained to him by an increasingly agitated Selphie who refused to admit she was wrong when the other three were cheating and leaving her with no partner to raise her baby with after she'd won fair and square, and, in the end, took Kairi, Riku, and Sora's side. "I have two dads and a mom. It happens in real life. Isn't that right dad?" He yelled the last words and Jecht gave a thumbs up, undoubtedly having no idea what he was agreeing to and not caring.

Even presented with such evidence, Selphie stayed strong, however. "Your parents are dee-vorced and your dad second-married your Papa. You don't have two dads and one mom all in the same house together. That would be chaos!" She threw her arms out to demonstrate the extreme degree the universe would be thrown off by the anarchy of two dads and one mom all living together, "And a couple is a two. When you ask for a couple of cookies even if you want three cookies you only get two cookies."

“My grandmother always told me three cookies will make you sick!" Kairi argued, "So it’s because of stomach aches, not because a couple equals a two!"

“Mmm, no, she's right." Riku's arms slackened their grip on Kairi and defeat entered his voice. "A couple means two. Three is a few. Miss Rosa taught us that grammar rule." 

In wake of that knowledge drop, the argument ended there. Riku was one year older and had been taught a great many things in school the rest didn't know yet, which made him a Trusted Authority. If he knew the rules, those had to be the Enforceable Law. Riku would have liked to lie, especially when Selphie started dragging the still distraught Sora away by his arm to be her husband and pick out a baby with her, but he couldn't compromise his Trusted Authority status. He also ruled out revenge when Kairi suggested throwing Rekka at Selphie's head ("I'm allowed. We're both girls.") both because the plan could "trauma-ato-rize" baby Rekka and cause one billion years of therapy but also because Selphie was not being mean. She was right. The three of them would never raise a baby together, or be married, or be a couple. A couple was two.

Luck decreed Sora and Selphie would divorce after fifteen minutes when Tidus and Sora started using Chappu and Sora and Selphie's baby, Spaceship Train, as swords in a fight over a spot of beach where both wanted to build a vacation home to get away from the hustle and bustle of the beach ten feet away. After a brief huddle, Riku and Kairi divorced amicably so Kairi could marry Sora with the promise that they in turn would divorce soon so Riku and Sora could get married. This triggered a new round of accusations of cheating and renewed fighting until Jecht was forced to intervene and decree that they could either all find a way to get along or he'd row them straight back to the main island. The children meant to choose the former, but the latter came true sooner rather than later

On the way back home,  Sora, Riku, and Kairi were especially subdued, each lost in thought bigger than child brains usually were forced to hold in an afternoon of beach play. Sora was absorbed in planning how to train a pet dolphin, but Riku and Kairi were both still  consumed by melancholy at the revelation about their future, or the restrictions on it.

Very carefully, Kairi traded spots in the boat, going from sitting beside a sulky Selphie, to hanging on to Tidus, to slipping beside Riku. He smiled at her, obviously faking, so she wasted no time in giving him a reason to smile for real. “You and Sora have known each other longer. You two should get to be the ones who get married when we grow up.” She had decided it, and when she decided something, she made sure it happened.

“Even if you knew you would always-and-forever-pinky-promise mean that, it doesn’t mean Sora would agree.” Riku replied after a too long pause, his face shifting into a frown that added centuries not just years to his rounded baby face. “You’re pretty special, Kairi, and pretty pretty too. He might choose you.” He knew then that he’d choose Kairi for himself over just about anyone else, using forever stakes as puppy-love often did when forever to the young mind often only lasted as long as five minutes (or ten, if you counted five as merely an eternity, less than forever).

“You know I can hear you,” Sora grumbled. Everyone could. Sora was just the only one that still cared about deciding how the friends would avoid becoming an illegal trio. “I should get to decide for myself.” Sora sucked in air to puff out his chest. “And I choose that I won’t choose. We’re going to all stick together, and we’re going to be a family. You two have to promise. Nothing can take us apart, and, even if it’s wrong, then we all go to jail together.”

On the bench behind him, Riku and Kairi shared a look, searching for one another’s reactions before forming their own. Riku was the first to nod, and give his word, clenching and unclenching his hands. “I’d make sure only I went to jail to protect the two of you.” Kairi screwed up her face like she was going to argue, so Riku took her hand to hold and squeezed it. “But it should be the three of us together. If you marry your very best friend, I have two of them now.” He paused again and waited, not getting the chance to say more when Kairi and Sora expressed their agreement by jumping to their feet and setting the boat to rock and Mr. Jecht to yell.

Undeniably, it wasn’t the most thorough or well informed discussion, and there were times where the childlike resolve that it was always to be the three of them equally, inseparably, and united in commitment (may the first to change their mind be launched right to the moon) was replaced with doubt or temporary jealousy, but all three would pinpoint that day as an early memory of being faced with the heartbreak that came trying to imagine a life not lived as one--and, yes, grudgingly, they would consider thanking Selphie for making them play house.

[luneengene2]

r u gonna finish the papa I'm not jinx anytime soon?, I deadass wanna see the plot

Previous Part

• A/N : Finally, I can get back to writing to this Two-Shot. By the way, this section is very short to speed up the update.

Hard thought, Soft thought & request are OPEN

Kei stared straight ahead at the wall where his late wife's photo was hanging. His gaze was blank. His world felt like it was collapsing, his heart was breaking. And this was exactly how he felt seventeen years ago.

"Nami if you have a grudge against me, please punish me only. Don't ask God to take Sora away from me. Give all the pain you experienced in the afterlife to me because I hurt our daughter, but please don't take her with you. Give me a chance to be a 'real father' to Sora. Please, Nami. Don't give me such a painful punishment. I'd rather lose my own soul than lose a part of you again."

Tears flowed down his eyes. Je was in deep shock for days because of his daughter's tragic suicide, and fortunately she was saved. When he first saw Sora's pale condition and the 'equipment' she had on her body, Kei almost had a heart attack. Not only that, he was also almost punched by Euijoo if Euijoo had not been held back by his wife.

"Nami, she's been suffering for seventeen years. You know, I don't mind if she wakes up and kills me right now, it wouldn't hurt me. I would be heartbroken if I saw her in a coffin," Kei shook hard, he squeezed the pants he was wearing. Remembering all the bad memories he did to his own daughter for dozens of years.

Kei never cared whether his daughter was traumatized or not because of his bad treatment as a father. He forgot the fact that his wife died to preserve their beautiful memories. Sora was there as a complement. Not a jinx. Sora is here because of Kei's wishes. Nami died in childbirth so that Kei would not be alone.

But Kei, he actually wasted all of Nami's struggles. Nami's death felt in vain if Sora continued to receive bad treatment from her own father.

"Papa," A soft voice made Kei look up and look to the right. He was shocked to see the girl who should still be lying in the hospital now appear in front of him. Sora. His daughter. His beautiful daughter. His intelligent daughter.

Behind Sora, there was Euijoo. Euijoo slowly pushed Sora's wheelchair to approach Kei.

"Sora," Kei's tone sounded hoarse and also very short of breath. His knees immediately fell to the floor, he stared blankly at his daughter. Sora smiled warmly at her father. Her small hand touched her father's cheek.

"Papa doesn't need to beg, Mama is definitely not that evil to 'take me' away. I live longer because of Papa, I forget my promise to myself. I live for Papa, because I know, one day you will love me. I'm sorry I made Papa sad," Kei shook his head, his nose and eyes were very red from crying. Kei took his daughter's hand that was on his cheek and kissed it softly.

"No need to apologize, Princess. I'm the one who should be apologizing here, I made your life hell for years. Papa doesn't deserve your forgiveness," Kei kink's cry was really sobbing, he was relieved that his daughter was okay. But his guilt was also very big.

"You are my only parent, no matter how bad you are, you are my father. My best father, who always tries to give me a perfect life. You work for my future, and I know that," Kei became even more hysterical when he heard Sora openly say that he was the best father, even though he was far below that. "I can't hate you, you gave me such a special life. I never lack anything, just seeing you smile is enough for me," Without a doubt, this was the first time Kei hugged Sora as hard as he could. Sora felt like screaming because this was the first time her father hugged her.

Kei was grateful, very grateful. God did not give him a very severe punishment by taking Sora's life. God gave him the opportunity to hug Sora for the rest of his life. God gave him the opportunity to see Sora grow up and become a great woman. God gave him the opportunity to be able to accompany his daughter to walk down the holy altar of marriage. God did not make him live alone.

He will be the best father like Sora said. He will make Sora's life much better. He will accompany his daughter until death comes.

If possible, maybe he would accompany Sora until she was old. Sora would be lucky if her father was still around until her old age.

[mha-haikyuu]

𝔸𝕚𝕫𝕒𝕨𝕒 𝕊𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕒 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

Father Aizawa x Mother reader

Name: Y/n  Age: 28

Your Quirk : Animal

You can change into any animal ( Kind of simple)  Down falls: You will pass out if a certain animal is held to long.

Hero name : Creature

Son name: Sachio  Age: 4

Daughter Sora Age: 4

Sora has you quirk and Sachio has Aizawa's.

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Aizawa's Pov

I was getting ready to go to work this morning with those 1A brats. " Shota" y/n whispered as she started to wake up " Go back to sleep y/n I will be home later" I told her as I kissed her forehead. She laid back down and went to sleep.

Today I was also going to take our twins with me to give y/n a break. Walking into their room I sighed and woke them up. Sachio, He was just like me Always tired and had black hair.

But when he was not tired he would have so much energy much like y/n. However Sora was never tired but had black hair to.

"Sachio, Sora wake up we have to go I can't be late" They both groaned but got up anyway " Dad are we going to U.A today?" Sora asked  " Yes but you have to be quite when we leave your mum is still asleep."

" But I heard her talking to you" Sachio said " How did you here if you were asleep?" " Uh I don't know" " Exactly now com on let's eat breakfast than go" I than walked out of the room. With them following behind me

" Papa let's have pancakes" " No let's have waffles" " Papa no pancakes are the best" " No daddy mom said waffles are" " Mom never said that" " yes she did" I don't think they notice that I had already sat down and gotten cereal.

" If you guys don't stop arguing and sit down you won't have breakfast and will wake your mom up and if you do you know how she gets in the morning" I said to them Activating my quirk.

" They both shuddered and sat down I passed them their bowls of cereal and the ate it " Ok Grab your back packs  and in the car." I grabbed my sleeping bag and We all went to the car.

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"Papa what time is it are we there yet" Sora asked " Come on let's go inside" I said as we pulled up once we were inside I walked them straight to the teacher's lounge where everyone was "UNCLE MIC" The twins screamed

Mic spit out his coffee and everyone looked shocked then smiled. My eye twitched " Don't speak so loud it is to early for this" " Sorry papa" " whatever" I than got coffee and sat at my desk and got ready for today.

20 minuets later the bell rang " Come on children let's go you are wasting time I have to take my kids somewhere" I said " Oh can we go" Sora said as we walked to 1A " Yeah and what is the name of the place" Sachio asked Let's just say I did not want to take them but I didn't have a choice.

" It's called the USJ and yes you will be going after you meet these brats" They both nodded as we got to the door I heard them talking inside " Papa are they nice" Sora said she was shy when it came to meeting new people.

" Uh most of them but you will be fine" "up" she than said " Fine" than I picked her up " Your such a baby Sora" Sachio said " No I am not" " Yes you are I don't have to have dad pick me up" "Ok stop you two"

I opened the door and everyone immediately went to their seat I walked inside to my desk and put Sora in my seat and Sachio went and sat with her.

Third Pov:

" Mr. Aizawa who are they?" Uraraka asked Aizawa " Yeah um they kind of look like the pro hero creature" Kaminari said to Ashido.

Everyone than looked over to Midoriya ( Besides Todoroki, Bakugou and Tokoyami) " I mean they could be but she didn't look like she was pregnant and she continued to do hero work"

" But why does Mr. Aizawa have them that could only mean" Ashido said  I guess something clicked in the class and the whole class screamed " THEY MUST BE MARRIED AND THESE ARE THEIR CHILDREN."

" Yes these are my children Sora and Sachio now everyone we need to go we wasted a lot of time so we are going to do some training with all might and another person so put on you hero costume of PE uniform and meet me outside." " sir what kind of training" Mr. Aizawa  held up a card that said 'reuse' Before walking out the room with his children

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Everyone was now on the bus and were talking to each other but Sachio was getting the most attention. " Sachio who is your mom" Kirishima asked " Huh? Oh My mom's name is y/n and she is the best mom ever" " Y/n as in Y/n L/n" " Yeah and she is a pro hero just like papa" " What is her hero name?" " Creature"

They everyone gasped " Eh Really" "yep" "Ok that is enough we are here" " Yay" Sora said and they all got off the bus they were meet with the pro hero 13. "Hello everyone" People then started mummering to each other.

"I would like to start of by saying - " They were cut off by a dark circle forming with a portal and people walking out.

" Everyone stay back those are real villain's" Aizawa said before jumping down to stop the Villain's " PAPA" Sora screamed " Come on Sora we have to help him we can be hero's like mommy" said Sachio.

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There will be a part 2 and 3 and make sure to send your request of any character. byee

💚💚

[jack-o-cel]

Highlight lyrics in some songs in Forester's playlist

Vines <- the playlist

"I've got your picture on my wall

I dream about you when I sleep

I go out of my way everyday just hoping that

I'll catch you walking down the street

I know just where you went to school

I know the names of all your friends

I got it bad again

An o-b-s-e-s-s-i-o-n"

- Obsessed with you by The Orion Experience

"I'm sorry

But the old Taylor can't come to the phone right now

Why? Oh, 'cause she's dead (oh)"

- Look what you made me do by Taylor Swift

"The villains and the heroes are merging

Everything is blurry

Time is standing still

The sky is switching with the ground

my world is turning upside-down

My sense of judgement seems to be compromised

You're too strong to be denied"

- Brainwash by Simon Curtis

"We're broken

Torn and awoken

There's more than just the one and they're like me

Torn away from family

No more personality"

- Turn the final page by DAgames

"Listen to me

I don't wanna be alone

I'm gonna find someone"

- Don't wanna be alone by Simon Curtis

"My enemy's invisible, I don't know how to fight

The trembling fear is more than I can take

When I'm up against

The echo in the mirror"

- Echo by Crusher-P

"Funny how you think I'm bothered

Know I'm nothing like the others

You shouldn't have messed with me

'Cause I heard that you're afraid of

Monsters, monsters"

- MONSTER by Kira

"I'm nuts, baby, I'm mad

The craziest friend that you've ever had

You think I'm psycho, you think I'm gone

Tell the psychiatrist something is wrong"

- Mad hatter by Melanie Martinez

"Ding dong

I know you can hear me

Open up the door

I only want to play a little

Ding dong

You can't keep me waiting

It's already too late

For you to try and run away"

- Hide and seek by Lizz Robinett

"I don't give a fuck about you anyways

Whoever said I gave a shit 'bout you?

You never share your toys or communicate

I guess I'm just a play date to you"

- Playdate by Melanie Martinez

"Kuroi ame furase kono sora

Watashi wa nozomarenai mono

Hibi wareta NOIROOZE

Ai su douzai no boukansha tachi ni

Saa ima furue seigi wo

Kesenai kizu wo dakishimete

Kono karada wo uke ire

Tomo ni yukou namae no nai kaibutsu

(Let the sky rain the black rain

I am an undesired being

a cracked neurosis

To beloved bystanders with the same guilt

now exercise justice

Embracing my unerasable scars

accepting this body

let's go together, nameless monster)"

-Namae no nai kaibutsu by EGOIST

"Mama's watching

(In the shadows)

Mama's watching

(We need more friends)

Mama's watching

(It's not pretend)

Mama's watching"

- Mama hates you by Ck9c

"I'm your biggest fan

I'll follow you until you love me

Papa-paparazzi

Baby, there's no other superstar

You know that I'll be

Your papa-paparazzi

Promise I'll be kind

But I won't stop until that boy is mine

Baby, you'll be famous

Chase you down until you love me

Papa-paparazzi"

- Paparazzi by Lady Gaga

"Repeating, repeating

I'm dying, I'm breathing

Repeating, repeating

I'm crying, I'm healing"

- Circles by KIRA

"I gave away the one real key to my heart

But you lied and tore me apart

I'm changing all the locks, I swear, tonight

I'm building back all the walls you broke inside

Can't deny that it's time to say goodbye"

- Locked up lovers by Chris Crocker

"You just don't know it yet but you love me and I love you the same

One day we'll have a pretty wedding and I'll be your everything

We'll be together, yes forever, we will never ever part

Oh you don't know it yet but baby I've already got your heart"

- Unhealthy obsession by Blake Robinson Synthetic Orchestra

"Will it be okay?

If I express my love for you this way?

No matter what you do or what you say,

We'll be together forever.

We're never gonna be apart!"

- Doki doki forever by Or3o

(pictures Forester snapping):

"Don't let me be your enemy

Don't let me be your enemy

Don't let me be your enemy

Don't let me be your enemy

Don't let me be your enemy

Don't let me be your enemy

Don't let me be your enemy

Don't let me be your enemy"

- Enemy by Simon Curtis

"The danger is I'm dangerous

And I might just tear you apart

Oh, ah, oh

I'm gonna catch ya

I'm gonna get ya, get ya

Oh, ah, oh

I wanna taste the way that you bleed, oh

You're my kill of the night"

- Kill of the night by Gin Wigmore

"I'm no good for you (No)

Get in love then I'll cut you loose so,

Runaway, runaway

'Cause I'm no, I'm no, I'm no good for you.

I'mma I'mma I'mma love killer"

- Killer by The Ready Set