#power couple.... mama y papa

[matramancer]

Hoshina Soshiro with a Shinobu like! reader🦋

🦋Synopsis: Amongst the 3rd Division Officers lies one of the JAKDF's most unique fighter's--a swordswoman who fights kaiju with poison.

mitsuri! reader

🦋Tags: shinobu! reader, kny crossover, friends to pining, hoshina soshiro x reader, mostly fluff with slight angst in beginning and end, fem! reader, no beta we die like kanae

“If my combat level was just a bit higher, could I have killed that kaiju?”

That was the thought that rang through your head for years, from the moment you held your dying sister in your hands, to the times where you found yourself alone in your research lab, craning a vial of poison between your fingers.

The world’s first anti-kaiju poison.

You really didn’t know how exactly you qualified enough for the Defense Force. When you enrolled with your sister, you figured that she’d be the only one eligible to enter. Your body was smaller, and your combat power was low. You could barely wield a gun properly.

But throughout your weaknesses lies your hidden strength. You were exceptionally intelligent, using your ingenuity to focus your energy on other aspects of yourself you were keen on.

Despite your blatant hatred of them, you studied kaiju immensely, and turned to insects amongst other creatures as a base of study. Many, many kaiju shared similarities with a common animal counterpart. Science never lied, and if there was one way you could make up for your lack of manpower, it was your understanding. There were things you could do.

Your captain started to notice how intuitive you were–eventually landing you a spot in the research team. 

You were content on not being dispatched or not being in the front lines as much, taking the opportunity you had gratefully nonetheless. You were still part of the action, and you got to observe specimens more closely. You even made friends with another officer, Hoshina Soshiro.

Hoshina and you had a unique bond, one riddled with understanding and mutual respect. Hell, the two of you go back a long way–you were actually batchmates. He was there when you got frustrated over your low combat scores after your shooting assessment, your older sister sporting a much kinder smile in contrast to your fuming face. 

(He’s a bit reminded of himself and his brother)

He understands that feeling of being underestimated, of being swept under the rug. He knows most about how your small size can get under your skin. He shares that frustration of not being enough, not with a gun. Not with what the Defense Force expects of the two of you. 

The two of you became fast comrades in arms, as you came to understand Hoshina’s own battles throughout his entire life. You encouraged each other to move forward, even vouching for his swordsmanship.

Similarly, if it weren’t for Hoshina noticing how nimble and swift you were, you probably wouldn’t have believed in your abilities a lot sooner. Although your combat level for shooting was low, you were definitely exceptional in terms of maneuvers. 

Though Hoshina pushed himself to further be recognized for his talents and exceptional skill, something you actively encouraged, you initially stood in the backlines with your much smaller role. You were content with being behind your sister and everyone else, even as you secretly envied them. Feeling so much envy over how much bigger and stronger everyone’s backs were as they moved forward, that it made your chest hurt sometimes. 

But when you lost your sister, everything changed.

Hoshina saw how it broke you. You were always quite temperamental–brash to him, even. Always so hot headed in contrast to your sister. But now, your anger has gone cold. Your hatred for kaiju turned into prickling ice, and on the times Hoshina caught you slipping off your facade, your immense hatred was so strong that the veins in your face seemed close to popping.

your resolve changed. You were to fight, to put your life on the line in any way you could. You threw yourself in your research, and for a certain period of time, only Hoshina was able to get through to you.

Then, one day, you emerged from your lab with something that could change the world..

You held in your hands the world’s first lethal anti kaiju poison. And you had every intention to test it out yourself. You had thrown yourself into the field, implementing an entirely new outlet of kaiju extermination all by yourself. For that, you were admirable.

And as kaiju poison was still a very new and experimental invention—your invention—you were the only front liner allowed to wield it.

You spent a great deal of time honing your skills with Hoshina–if you were to fight on the frontlines with this poison as your main weapon, then you were going to do it right. With half the physical strength your fellow officers had, you’d train four times as hard to make up for it. And if there was no stopping you, then Hoshina swore that he’d be there every step of the way, just as you did for him.

Your style of fighting was unique amongst the Defense Force, your high agility and field expertise a key cornerstone in your combat style. Where your combat level in gunmanship was low, similar to Hoshina, you held potential with swordsmanship. 

Although you were aggrieved over your physique yet again being a hindrance (you just couldn’t compare your swinging strength to Hoshina’s), you were particularly adept in delivering forward thrusts and piercing motions. Perfect for injecting poison.

It fits you, Hoshina notes. You were never one for brute force.

The man always had a kick seeing the flabbergasted faces of the new recruits during their first time seeing you on the field. It’s something he looks forward to with a certain pride.

Afterall, you‘ve been with each other since the very beginning. When the Defense Force told you both to just quit. When the both of you just kept biting back, fighting for a spot to prove your existence. When you looked at him with so much pride in your eyes, congratulating him for securing his spot as vice captain. When he attached himself to your hip even in your lab, up until being the person standing right next to you when you received honors as well as your promotion.

Though you and Hoshina fought valiantly for your own battles, the other was always there to push the other forward when things felt too stifling.

So he couldn’t help but burst out the biggest smiles whenever he hears that you’re joining the frontlines on a mission with him again—this time, it would be your first mission with the newbies.

It was a silent night before a swarm of spider-like yoju invaded a part of the city, opting for an immediate dispatch of the 3rd Division. Whilst Captain Ashiro was to deal with the Honju, the many, many hordes of yoju required quite a bit of manpower in the frontlines due to its sheer numbers.

That was how Reno and Iharu found themselves cornered, the spider yoju proving to be a much trickier threat than expected. The darkness proved to be another hurdle—it made the dark colored yoju harder to spot. If they didn’t act fast, the swarm would overtake them…

“Iharu! I’ll fire rounds and give you cover! You hurry and call backup!” Reno keeps his shots steady, keeping the horde at bay.

Iharu immediately quips back, firing his own gun. “Hah?! No way am I leaving you—ugh!” He winces, narrowly dodging an attack. Things weren’t looking good, the swarm was imminent.

“HURRY, IHARU! WE’LL BOTH HAVE A BETTER CHANCE WITH REINFORCEMENTS!”

“—Oh my, so you’re the one who’s been firing freeze rounds.”

The two boys froze, goosebumps forming on Reno's skin in particular as the boy felt a sudden presence already by his side. Who— when did you—?!

With as little as a blink of an eye passing, the two boys watched with wide eyes as you nimbly dodged a group of spiders heading your way, as if you fluttered through the air.

Flabbergasted, Reno and Iharu watched as you made it through the infested street in record time, not letting a single yoju touch you. “So fast!”

“Heads up boys,” Hoshina chuckles, speaking into the comms. You had made it to Ichikawa’s position. “Watch your superior closely.”

You stayed so calm and collected, even when the situation seemed dire. Your presence on the battlefield was admirable. “Yoju behavior confirmed. Despite resembling arachnids, every cluster consists of a head yoju similar to the behavior of social insects.” You calmly spoke into your comms, withdrawing your sword. “Prioritize on taking out the mother.”

Reno couldn’t help but marvel at your sword—it was in a shape that he’d never seen before. Were you like the vice captain? But there was no way you could slash through anything with that…

Iharu’s eyes widened as a stray spider tried to sneak up behind you, promptly yelling at you. “WATCH OUT!”

Mid sentence, Iharu realizes that you had already lept to the air once again, and in the blink of an eye with unfathomable speed, you shifted through the yoju, leaving stinging pierces through the hoard. 

“Butterfly Dance: Caprice.”

The two boys watched on in awe. It all happened so fast—but wait, none of the kaiju’s bodies or limbs seem severed?

It was silent, Reno and Iharu still catching their breaths as they scanned the vicinity. The kaiju were intact, but they weren’t moving. “Eliminating a kaiju doesn’t necessarily mean shooting or slashing it down.”

Your voice dropped to a sudden chill. “…Because there are swordswomen like me who use poison.”

As you finished your sentence, the two boys watched in awe as all of the yoju you hit crumbled to the ground, writhing in pain as their bodies shriveled. Then, they all dropped dead. The danger zone had been cleared.

Reno and Iharu watched as you spun your sword in circles, cleaning off the blood from the yoju before moving to face them. “Defense Force Division 3 Head of Research—(L/N) (Y/N),” you smiled, finally introducing yourself. “It’s nice to meet you, new recruits.”

You earned a place for yourself right alongside Hoshina as another remarkable swordsman in the 3rd Division. Your contributions to kaiju warfare were not only quickly making waves, but beckoning your presence in the field of bioweapons. 

To be frank, it was a bit daunting, but if it gave you any chance to get closer to vanquishing the kaiju, you’d keep working hard.

Nowadays, only Hoshina knows of your prior disposition before your jovial, more easygoing front today. How you had morphed a new smile and attitude, akin to your sister’s. According to Hoshina, although your face was tranquil and soft, your eyes held full bloodlust, a desire of vengeance. A show of your actual temperament.

The only person you’ve really let your guard down around since losing your sister was him and him alone. He’s your closest confidant. 

In addition to being the head of research, you oversaw the medical bay of the 3rd Division sometimes. After all, you did also carry medical expertise.

Perhaps the motivation behind that was from your sense of responsibility, as well as this small tug in your head that tells you to take good care of the division Hoshina was entrusted with.

Despite your kindhearted demeanor however, everyone knows not to trifle with you, especially when it comes to medical manners. No one under the 3rd Division has ever “forced themselves” to train before being fully healed ever since you started overseeing them.

Mina Ashiro herself testified to it. “Never again,” she states, not after experiencing your temper.

Well, whatever keeps the division healthy!

Hoshina enjoys crashing into your lab from time to time. He’s your most frequent visitor, to the point where you have a mug and some throw pillows on the couch reserved for him. He was like a cat going in and out.

“(Y/N)~” “Everywhere I go, I hear his voice.” “Oi, I’m right here.”

"..." When he feels your aura darken, he immediately shuts up and sits politely.

“(Y/N)~~ let’s go outside and train.” “It’s raining.” “Then let’s train inside.” 

No matter how naggy and clingy he became however, you always keep him close. Because that’s how he shows how he cares. 

“I know you’re there–” You don’t turn around from your seat, before a cold sensation on your cheek elicits a gasp out your mouth and forces you to turn back. You’re met with a bag filled with some warm takeout, and two cans of coffee.

Balancing everything on his hands was Hoshina Soshiro, grinning all the while. Your expression softens. “--Soshiro.”

“Missed you at lunch,” he starts. “Pity. All the new recruits were asking about you. guess I have you all to myself right now though.” You don’t know if he’s joking or not, but his tone shifted a bit into territory that felt more intimate.

These were really small efforts from Hoshina that you knew all too well, making sure you didn’t hole yourself up in your lab. And you always appreciate him and all he's done. 

Now, let’s talk about the elephant in the room. You meeting Kafka as Kaiju No. 8 did NOT go smoothly.

Your strong hatred for kaiju ran deep, and Hoshina knew that. Your entire life’s work revolved around that. So when the entire debacle with Kafka happened while you were off base during the attack, Hoshina mentally prepared himself for the havoc that was to come.

The definition of “Don’t freak out when I tell you, but……”

Spoiler, of course you found out. And quick. You were the 3rd Division’s head of research who specialized in kaijus–of course you would know. In fact, On your rush to the 3rd Division’s base, you were immediately ushered to study him in captivity. 

Like that was a good impression you’d give to someone who developed the world’s first and most lethal kaiju poison!

“(Y/N),” Hoshina calls out to you, throwing formalities aside. His eyes shifted to your hands, seeing your knuckles grow white, veins visible. “I know what you’re thinking.”

Calm down. “--Soshiro.” You replied, coldly. Hoshina holds a breath at that. He knew you would let your logic and rational thought prevail, but the hatred in you ran so deep, you could slip into a near constant state of anger if you let it get to you.

A new sensation enters your hand. It’s Soshiro’s, you realize, tugging on your own as if to ground you. He hopes it helps bring you back to reality. “I’m here–the 3rd Division is. We all wouldn’t be here if he wasn’t on our side. He saved us, (Y/N).” His gaze and yours meet. “He saved me.”

Luckily (and very thankfully, Hoshina would add on), you grew to become more understanding of Kafka’s disposition, and set aside your antagonistic views as you slowly opened your heart. You even properly thanked him for protecting the 3rd Division.

In fact, you’re quite compassionate with the man now. You check up on Kafka as often as you could, even providing him the fastest updates of any developments you had on his case. He’s also a great talker, you note, and the two of you even start doing catch up sessions over whatever recent developments have happened over tea whenever it was time for his check ups. 

Hoshina feels a bit jealous that he’s no longer the only token visitor of your lab, not that he’ll ever admit it.

With the stakes of no. 9 rising, you knew that the situation would only get more and more dire. You’ve been getting busier days both in and out of the lab, studying samples of the recent high magnitude specimens and observing any abnormalities in kaiju behavior. 

The hypothesis and predictions you’ve marked up however, don’t sound an ounce reassuring. A high class disaster seemed imminent, and when the time comes, you fear that your poison might not be enough.

Not with your sword alone, at least.

On one particular late night in your lab, you glance towards Hoshina. For once, the two of you were silent. You had finished for the night, whilst Hoshina probably popped in to check on you after a midnight session of image training. No kaiju attacks, no sirens, just the night sky ever present through your large windows. “Soshiro,” your voice immediately catches his attention, his full focus now on you.  “Could you promise me something?” 

“Should there be a kaiju–a strong one, and we aren’t able to defeat it,” his eyes widened, the grin on his face gone. “Could you finish the job?”

You let your words stay in the air, your eyes long downturned to the research papers on your desk. You escaped his distraught gaze, attempting to focus on the reports strewn about before they fly out of your vision, Soshiro’s entire being clouding your senses in their place.

The sight of his deep maroon irises caught your breath, and you quickly realized that Soshiro is being completely serious with you right now. He let out a silent plea, with both his eyes and his soul. “Please. Please don’t say that with that face.”

That night, as he held you close, you’re both reminded of the bond that ran tight between the two of you, a bond so strong after everything that you’ve been through together. Something that was forged through pain and joy alike. An innate force that was proof of how the two of you had become so important to each other. It spoke of the same thing,

“I can’t afford to lose you/I can’t afford to lose you too.”

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A/N: Whew... thank you to those who enjoyed my mitsuri post !!!! mitsuri and shinobu are my absolute favs in kny, and it was rlly fun to write them into kaiju no. 8--i'd love to do more in the future.

[deluzionalfantisea]

Boots and Brawn (SoldierZhanna)

I REAAALLLLYYYYY needed some Solly Zhanna art with the proper height differences

SOLLY IS THE SHORT ONE ‼️‼️💥

[tender-rosiey]

“IT’S LAUGHING?! IT’S ALIVE?!”

— gojo, geto, nanami, sukuna, and toji hearing the baby’s first laugh (f!reader)

a/n: guess who's back, back again then I will be gone again (probably)

GOJO SATORU:

your husband is, admittedly, a very funny guy.

his humor always manages to get to people one way or another, so even if he doesn’t get a laugh, he certainly gets some sort of reaction.

not with his little angel though, the one person that he would die to see her laugh.

no matter how much tickling or raspberries he blew, it was never a laugh, merely a smile or a very short giggle if he was lucky.

he would come across a ton of videos of babies having hearty laughs and simply wished to be able to get the same reaction out of his daughter.

it is the reason he is currently burying his face in your chest and whining, “I feel like she thinks I am just not that funny.”

“satoru, she is still a baby,” you hum, fingers carding through his hair, “you know that babies have different views about what is actually funny; actually, I saw baby not long ago at a photo of number eleven. it was so cute!”

“but I tried everything! even the unusual!” he huffs, standing up to retell all of his failed attempts, “I tried dropping stuff, quickly stirring a liquid, lightly touching her with a balloon—everything!”

he looks at his daughter with his best puppy eyes, “come on, d/n! isn’t there anything that would you laugh a belly laugh?”

a little idea pops into your head. giggling, you sneak off leaving your daughter trying to comfort her wailing papa the best she can.

d/n is caught up with satoru until you finally come back and she smiles, “mama!”

“hi baby!” you grin before smacking your husband—lightly but not so lightly—with a roll of newspaper.

he yelps, “y/n! why would you do that?!”

but he is cut off by his little girl laughing, and I mean laughing so hard she kind of leans back.

you wait until she is quiet again before smacking him with the roll one more time, and she, once more, starts laughing heartily with small little wheezes and a long breath in the end when she calms down.

your husband, mortified, picks his daughter up, “d/n! you’re not supposed to laugh when papa gets hit! you’re supposed to get sad!”

she starts giggling and kicking her feet, putting her hand lightly on his nose. she tilts her head confused, and satoru thinks he knows what she is waiting for him to say. he shan’t falter!

at least, that’s what he thinks.

d/n takes matter into her own hands and smacks him on the forehead, resulting in him yelping and her going into a laughing fit that lasted a minute or so.

how unfortunate that his most precious takes pleasure in him being hurt.

his head snaps towards you, but he guesses that it makes sense since you also love teasing him so much.

a bunch of devils he says! two cute devils he laments.

GETO SUGURU:

geto is convinced that he was blessed with two angels, her cute little twins from his beautiful wife, you. he is also convinced that they would do no wrong—which is like what wrong can a baby a couple months old do anyway.

he ignores how gojo screams about being bullied by the girls, how that one mean babysitter was yapping about how they most definitely threw their toys at her intentionally, and how miguel syas that the girls always hide his glasses because they love seeing his stressed face.

to geto suguru, his daughters could do no wrong.

aside from that, he also noticed that his daughters love playing with hair, sometimes eating it which makes him scream but oh well.

for the most part, they know to treat their father’s hair gently as they watch you and himself do it.

that’s why he never thought that his darling angels would get their first belly laughs by pulling on his freaking bangs.

each twin holds one of the bangs and with all their baby power, they pull and pull almost like they want to tear it off his head.

and while he adores that his daughter are laughing so much—for the first time too—that they stumble back almost turn red, but he really doesn’t want to bald before heat least reaches his 50 or something.

another problem is that you never interfere unless he straight up screams for your help.

that made him realize how much of a common occurrence it is and he finally decided that he needed to put his foot down.

so he sat his girls down—including you because you’ve tolerated the violation of your husband’s hairline so much—and took a deep breath.

“girls, we need to learn that papa’s hair is fragile and we shouldn’t pull on it so much,” he turns to you with the quirk of an eyebrow. “right, honey?”

you barely hold back your smile before nodding and loyally supporting your husband, “why, of course, my love!”

he rolls his eyes, “so, be good girls and don’t pull on my bangs, please?”

one of the twins, while the other frowns and starts fussing. you lock eyes with your husband, and you both try to telepathically figure how to handle this, until your other twin starts crying.

now, you have two crying babies.

congratulations!

so your husband concedes and kneels in front of them, bravely offering his bangs. almost instantly, they stop crying and start pulling the bangs on their respective sides.

they start laughing and squealing again, and geto starts to think that balding is a small price to pay for his angels’ happiness.

he should probably stop calling them that though.

NANAMI KENTO:

now, in constrant to nanami, his daughter came out all bubbly and smiley, and it had nanami going as soft as a marshmallow.

it also didn’t help that d/n is convinced that her dad is indeed a marshmallow in which that she could only touch him softly.

she would gently pat his cheeks, press clumsy little kisses to his forehead, and squeal in order to cuddle with you or him. she also is extremely empathetic and starts crying whenever she sees someone hurt or genuinely frowning.

that was also the reason why gojo adored her since her crying cut anyone’s session of bullying him short. though, of course, he buys her a ton of toys to make up and comfort her.

he fails to realize that the true way to comfort her is to place in your arms or nanami’s.

like that one time when she bumped her head lightly and started crying profusely, throwing punches at gojo who was supposed to be babysitting her—poor choice but who am I to judge. she screamed and squirmed, demanding she be comforted.

however, none of the toys gojo bought were working.

and the two of you were called into a mission, so he literally is rendered helpless. that is until nanami returns a tad bit early than planned, and satoru couldn’t have been more relieved.

he hurriedly places d/n in kento’s arms, and the little girl takes a few seconds to realize who is holding her now.

she looks up, smiling at her dad. he instantly smiles back, “hey there,” he hums, “did you miss me?”

anyway back to what i was saying: a very sensitive and empathetic baby, right?

so when one day, you have your girl perched on your lap and nanami is going all out with scolding gojo, no one expects your daughter to burst one laughing.

you giggle, looking at her, “d/n, you like seeing papa scold uncle gojo?”

gojo gasps, “what?!”

you usher your husband, “babe, try it again!”

nanami nods with determination and gathers everything gojo ever bothered him with and translates it into a bunch of very child-friendly insults.

with each reproach, gojo deflates and d/n starts laughing more, squealing and wheezing. your husband abandons the crushed gojo and goes to hold d/n in his hands, “you okay there?”

she squeals and reaches for her feet, eyes never leaving her father’s. you coo, “she is so cute!”

“I never imagined my daughter would laugh at the sight of me, out of all people, scolding gojo.”

a very wounded gojo screams, “well I sure did! you family of haters!”

your husband frowns, but before he can talk, d/n cups his face and starts babbling a bunch of nonsense. nonetheless, your husband hangs onto every bit of said nonsense. 

gojo takes that chance to flee to the hills.

meanwhile, you’re holding a camera and recording the lecture(?) your tiny angel is giving your husband.

RYOMEN SUKUNA:

your baby is the son of the all-mighty king of curses.

the man who sends terrors throughout the lands, the mere sight of his face is enough to cause someone to pee themselves.

everyone cowers in front of him, except you and more recently his son. on the contrary, in fact, your son can’t help but cackle whenever his dad puts on his “scary” face.

the first time it ever happened was when you were strolling the palace with s/n in your arms.

you know not to enter the throne room whenever sukuna has the villagers over to “hear their complains” as it almost always ended with him slicing one part of their body off.

you figured that it would be okay to at least pass by it since they always had the door closed—that started when you gave birth—but to your surprise, the door was open this time, giving you and your son a front row seat to sukuna degrading his subject.

“you’re wasting my time,” your husband states, and the villagers starts panicking.

“a-apologies my lord, pl-please grant me a-another chance!”

your husband scowls, “and now you’re ordering me around?”

the villager starts crying and kneels to the ground. on the other hand, your son couldn’t have been laughing more. his laugh echoed so loudly in the room that it drew everyone’s attention.

sukuna stares at the baby in your arms and scowls again, “y/n, why is he here?”

your son squeals and starts laughing again, hiding his face in your chest. you light up at his laughter, and sukuna finds himself livid at how the scene makes him feel content—until he notices the villager staring at you as well, what a short-lived happiness.

swiftly, sukuna slashes the villagers into cubes, and your son—who came out of his hiding spot—bursts into a fit of giggles that has you wondering just how much of sukuna’s sadism was passed to your darling son.

while you ponder over that, sukuna quickly makes his way to you, dismissing all the servants and tasking them with taking out the trash.

when your husband is right in front of you, you look up at him with a frown, “my son is laughing at torture, sukuna.”

“he is probably laughing at how pathetic the man looked,” he says as he smirks and pulls you close.

you huff and bounce s/n lightly, “shut up, old man.”

sukuna quirks an eyebrow and leans to be on your eye level. his hand is placed on your head, and he threatens, “you’re insulting your husband?”

s/n gasps lightly before harshly latching on sukuna’s face, fingers digging into his second pair of eyes. sukuna does not give any reaction except standing up to his full height.

your son, however, is relentless and is still hanging onto your husband’s face.

you don’t know how to react. sukuna doesn’t know how to react.

s/n just lets out a series of battle cries.

FUSHIGURO TOJI:

if there is anything that toji is doubtful of is whether his son actually loves him or not.

why you ask? well, the only thing that gets the kid laughing—aside from you laughing or smiling—is literally any inconvenience that happens to him.

he remembers that one time when shiu was over to discuss some business, nothing out of the norm. megumi was on just sat on his high chair beside toji since you were at work.

toji was just sipping on his coffee when he burned his tongue, “gosh damn it!”

shiu was about to make fun of him, but megumi beat him to it as he started laughing heartily, even taking breaths in between to calm down but to no avail.

toji’s eyes widen as he stands up to go to his son, “no way you’re laughing at me getting—what the hell?!”

toji groans after he bumps into the table, glaring at his son who starts laughing all over again. meanwhile, shiu chuckles and teases toji, “I think your son just loves you so much, doesn’t he?”

your husband rises to his feet, quickly carrying megumi and lifting him in the air. he grumbles, “I want my wife back.”

another time was when you guys grocery shopping.

you had most of the list crossed out and the only thing left was the frozen vegetables. easy, right?

so you, your husband, and son quickly made your way to the section—since megumi wanted to go to the park later to play with yuuji.

megumi stays in your arms, while toji goes to grab them. considering how unlucky this man is, the bag slips from his hand and falls flat on his face, and it freaking stays there.

to your darling son, comedy had never reached this peak, so he lets out a guttural laugh.

you want to join in on the laughter, but you noticed that toji is standing still, with the bag on his face.

so you walk to him, gently taking off the bag and teasing him, “you okay, champ? that made quite the noise.”

“don’t even start,” he groans and buries his face in your shoulder, ignoring the wheezing megumi. he then starts complaining, “they keep whining about how he is a quiet and shy kid, but he sure ain’t with me.”

“isn’t that a good thing? It’s important for him to feel free around his dad.”

he turns his head towards you, a frown plastered on his face, “no kid laughs whenever his dad gets ridiculed by life.”

“you told me that you laughed when your dad fell down a flight of stairs,” you deadpan.

“that’s because my dad is an ass; I am not,” he pauses, “for the most part.”

apparently, megumi senses his dad’s distress and starts slowly patting his head, albeit shyly. he lowers his gaze and mumbles, “so’y.”

toji’s eyes widen and he is frozen in place for a moment. your son takes note of that and starts staring him in the eye, waiting for his reaction.

your husband doesn’t take long for a small smile to break out as he lets a small sigh, “’s okay kid,” he hums and pets his head.

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[certainlynotasimp]

Okay here me out miggy and sunny who get ambushed by another spider but it turns out to be there daughter from the future?! I feel like they’d be shocked to see a teenager (like 18) just trying to fix a mess she made to get back home. I love all your work especially Miguel and Sunny!

Our Girl

(Miguel O'Hara x Female Reader)

A/N: Hey lovely~ So I kinda went off track a little with this one and kinda focused a little more on Maria, the daughter, and not so much her fixing the problem and more her being overwhelmed by the idea of the multiverse. I'm sorry I went off kilter but I loved the idea of seeing how they would react in general to meeting their child.

Also, I've been obsessed with this song on TikTok so I had to name their daughter after it.

A/N: If you guys wanna view more of my works then feel free to read my master list and if you wanna see what else is coming up, then check out this one-shot schedule. If you love the Sunny and Miggy fics like I do then comment on the taglist post because I add everyone who comments. I hope you enjoy it!

Warning: Grumpy x Sunshine, Barely any use of (Y/N) ((Sunny is the Reader's nickname, not her actual name)), Female Reader/ Female pronouns, Shinangins, Kinda fluffy, kinda a crack fic lol, and Google translated Spanish ((Pls forgive me, my wonderful Spanish speakers.))

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Okay, I guess If im gonna do this, I’m gonna have to start with the beginning, Hi I’m Maria O’ Hara and I’m-

“Kids, Breakfast is ready~!” A soft cheery voice calls out causing a groan to escape the teenager’s mouth. The sound of two pairs of feet book it past her bedroom door with the notable bang of one of them being knocked into the wall.

“Mami!” A teary voice of her seven year old brother yells. “Gabriel keeps pushing me into the wall!”

“No I’m not!” The thirteen year old cries out with a loud crack in his voice. “He keeps getting in front of me!”

“Gabriel, Ben, quit bickering and come here before your father comes down.” The gentle scolding causes the boys to continue their run down the stairs while Maria rolls her eyes and goes back to her diary.

Dammit, okay, we can work with this. Hi, I’m Maria O’ Hara. I’m 18 years old and I live in Nueva York with my mama and papa and my two brothers. I’m basically your normal teenager except for one-

“Maria?” a soft knock on her door causes her to call back through the door.

“Yes, Mama?” “Breakfast is ready, honey. Come on down stairs before it gets cold…” She can hear the cautious edge in her mother’s voice as she tries to coo her child down stairs.

“I’m on my way, Mama, just let me get finish getting dressed.” She cringes at the lie as she was already dressed and ready for her day. Maria holds her breath for a couple of minutes until she can hear her mom mutter a simple okay as the sound of heavy foot steps come up beside her.

The low baritone of her father’s whisper can be heard along with her mother’s worried tone as she can hear her trying to urge her husband down stairs to give their daughter some privacy.

Maria returns to her writing as she knows shes definitely on a ticking time bomb now that her father was up and down stairs. He was a strickler for spending meals together as a family and the only time he let go of that rule was when one was sick or when…Maria and Javi were in that accident…

She shakes the haunting image of Javi out of her mind as she writes.

I’m basically your normal teenager except for one thing. I’m Spider Woman, the one and only beloved hero of Queens.Two years ago, I gotten bite by this funky spider at my dad’s lab in Alchemax and I gained these awesome super powers. It was honestly the best thing to ever happen to me. I got to swing around and stop bad guys all before fourth period. The only person who knew was my best friend Javi-

“Maria!” A deep voice booms as Maria gritted her teeth. “¡Tu madre ya te llamó dos veces! ¡Baja y come!”

“Shit!” The teenager curses as she rushes to collect her stuff into her bag. The white and blue fabric of her spider suit shines at the bottom of the bag before her necessities get piled on top of it.

“¡¿Qué diablos dijiste?!” Her father yells as she can hear her mother yell at him. 

“¡¡Miguel, no te atrevas a maldecir en la mesa de mi comedor!!”

Maria hurries down the stairs as she listens to her family interact at the table.

A muffled voice that she figured was her mother scolds the angry man while a soft more masculine mutter apologizes. A couple of giggles can be heard before a stern voice scolds them as well for what Maria can hear, “Chicos, no le faltéis al respeto a vuestro padre. La única razón por la que tu madre puede hacerlo es porque me echará de la cama.”

As Maria makes it into the dining room, she laughs along with her brothers as their mom playfully slaps their dad’s arm. The tall dark haired man chuckles at his adorable wife before catching her hand and kisses it, causing the woman to smile with a love sick look in her eyes. 

“Eww!” Ben cries as he tries to block his vision with his toast causing the couple to roll their eyes.

Maria sits down beside her father Miguel and Gabriel as she starts to fill her plate. All of the children looked exactly like their father with only slight changes in hair textures and certain facial features. Ben, the youngest of the trio, looked the most like their mother with his eye shape and nose matching hers while the middle child, Gabriel, was a copy and paste verison of their father with only his mother’s smile indicating that they were related. Maria was a better mixture of the two with her mother’s height and face shape making her her mother’s “clone”, Miguel’s words not their’s. 

All the siblings would disagree as their matching dark brown eyes and their dark hair. They also had his temper. There wasn’t a single day that didn’t end without a fight. But they all loved each other despite the stress they put on their poor sweet mother’s heart.

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“Yahooo!” The web crusader swings around the city with a laugh bubbling through her being as the adrenaline pumps through her veins. Today wasn’t that bad today when it came to crime. No cat burgalurs, no bank robberies, No super mutants, No robots, and No…

A shrilling laugh fills the sky as Maria lands on top of a building. As she looks around for the source of the noise, a figure flies over her. Several flashes of gold falls down onto the streets below and a series of explosions go off at the chilling sound of a woman’s laugh among the symphony of screams. The woman was flying on a golden glider looking device with a skin tight blue holographic suit with an orange cloak wrapping around her features with a devilish jackolatern mask on.

“Who the hell is that?” She asks to no one as she swung up to catch up to the maniac, “Hey Spooky!”

Maria sticks a web onto the glider and propels herself into the air before slamming down on top of the villain. The woman shrieks as she falls off her glider with the spider until the glider follows them down. The villainess throws a purple bomb at the girl before her glider catches her. The teenager shoots a web onto a near by building and catches the bomb. 

“No thanks, I’m not on interested in what you’re cooking.” She throws the bomb into the air before it explodes. However, instead of smoke, an orange portal appears as a strong suction causes the spider’s grip to slip and fly into the air. “Hey!” She yells as she gets pulled into the portal.

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A scream echos through the Lobby as a flaying spider falls down from a portal. Hobie rolls his eyes while Jessica looks up unimpress. 

“Another newbie?” She asks as the spider girl catches herself on a walk way above the duo. 

“I don’t know.” The rocker mumbles as he tunes his guitar. “You know that they normally end up in some alternate dimension where the floor is lave or some shite.”

The spider girl looks around her in shock as she sees millions of other spider people walking around her and she begins to hyperventilates. “No no no no. Please Please don’t tell me I’m dead……”  

Jessica frowns hearing a young voice panicking and she whistles up at the girl. 

“Hey, Newbie! Come here for a minute.”

Maria swings down as the older woman takes off her googles, her warm eyes brings the younger girl to ease enough to ask,

“W-where am I?”

Hobie chuckles, thinking that the girl was confused after failing to jump. “You’re in the Lobby, remember? Didn’t Sunny give you a tour?” 

“Sunny? Whose that?” Maria looks at the duo confused as Hobie takes off his mask to look at the girl more closely. 

Jessica looks at the girl suspiciously as Hobie examines the masked girl. “Your suit is certainly different. It kinda looks like O’ Hara’s.”

Maria jumps at the mention of her last name and faces Hobie as her patience snaps. “How did you know that? And who are you guys and why are you guys dresssed lik-”

The manic girl halts as she hears a familiar voice call out from above. 

“Hey,guys!” The gentle voice calls out as she swings down from several platforms above with a friendly smile plastered on her unmasked face. Hobie and Jessica return her smile as she lands infront of them. Maria stares in horror as the duo greets the cheery spider.

“Oi, Sunny, whatcha swing up to,love?” Hobie jokes as he hugs the woman he viewed as his friend and sister figure. 

“Boss man sent me out to look at what fell through the portal while Lyla was rebooting.” She says calmly as Jessica scoffs. Miguel sending Sunny out to check something out? Nope, thats not how he ran things. He would rather send out everyone else before he would dare risk his sol getting injured.

“Boss sent you to check out a portal?” The beautiful woman asks as Sunny rubs the back of her neck, clearly leaving out some details.

“Well, an anomalous Hobgoblin managed to hack into Lyla’s systems and shut her down so it can escape…Our comms are down too..He said to get Hobie and Ben so they can investigate the scene actually…” The jumping spider admits as she feels her cheeks warm in embarrassment. 

Jessica chuckles at her friend’s confession as she remembers the new spider who was silent the whole time they were speaking.

“Oh yeah, well this new recruit came out of the portal.”She shrugs as she directed Sunny to the small blue spider woman. “You really need to give these new guys better directions for portal jumping.”

The now confused woman shakes her head as she looks at Maria before looking back at Jessica. 

“There aren’t any new recruits.” She states as she frowns at the still masked girl as she walks up to her. “Hey, whats your name, honey?” She asks in her familiar concerned voice that Maria just heard this morning.

It was her mother…well at least someone who looks like her mother. She was several years younger than her mom, clearly in her mid to late twenties. Other than that, she was her. Even down to the same facial markers and the always warm edge of her voice. What really drawn her back was the fact her mom, or this woman that looked like her was wearing a black spider suit like her own with white along her chest and inner lining of her limbs. 

“Holy shit…” The girl gasps at the woman before she slowly reaches up and removes her mask. Her dark eyes peers back at her ‘mother’s’ in shock before mumbling, “Mama?”

“Mama!?” Jessica screams in surprise before she quickly studies the now unmasked girl and the paling spiderwoman. The similar way their wide eyes meet each other while their matching jawlines stuck in an a gasps expression. They definitely looked the part…

(Y/N) was the first one to move as she slowly lifts her trembling hands up to the girl’s face and cups it in a gentle grasp. She carefully traces her features with a haunted look on her face, almost like she was looking for something in her face, or maybe someone. As realization forms in her face that this was in fact her child, tears began to bubble in her waterline as her lips trembled.

“You’re my baby?...I have a daughter…” She says outloud before gently tracing under Maria’s eye with a look of disbelief and love. Maria’s own eyes burn as she sees her mother’s face in her clone as she nods. “Yea…My name is Maria…Maria O’Hara.”

And with that new revelation, the cheery spider faints due to the shock while Jessica yells out for help while Hobie was frozen due to the fact that not only that Miguel O’Hara and his delightful sidekick have a child from a different dimension, but that she was actually hot.

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Safe to say, Miguel was not happy. 

After Lyla successfully rebooted and came back online, Miguel went to dimension 1784-B and recaptured the Hobgoblin. He never felt such satisfaction than when he tackled the flying witch out of the sky and tore apart her glider with his bare hands. He wasn’t very pleased that the villain easily gotten her hands on one of the gizmos and some prototype traps he was working on, so he made sure that the femal hobgoblin would never dare attempt to do anything like that again.

.After he returned to the surveillance platform, his annoyance grew as he hears that not only did some spider woman he had no idea about came into the Lobby, but that some incident caused his sunshine to be taken to the infirmary. 

“Lyla,” The annoyed man calls to the AI as he walks towards the infirmary. A tiny version of his fur coat wearing digital assistant appears on his shoulder as he focuses ahead of him with a glare. He can practically feel all the blood vessels in his hand pop as clenched his fist as he thought about all the ways he was going to say to the woman who had the nerve to injure his amor. “Give me all the information on this spider.”

“Yes ‘Miggy’” Lyla teases as she pulls up the file. “Spiderwoman 1784-B aka Maria O’Hara. 18 years old and has been spiderwoman for 2 years. A student at NYU with an undecided major and lives with her two younger brothers, Gabriel and Ben O’ Hara and her parents…Oh Shit!” 

The miniature AI starts laughing as she clenches her stomach. Miguel growls at Lyla’s outburst and seethes. “What is it?”

As she recovers, she throws up a projection infront of him with a smirk. “Check this out. You and Sunny do get a happy ending!” 

Miguel freezes as his wide eyes look at the image infront of him with a tremble in his form. The image displayed was a family picture that was clearly taken at a high school graduation with a family of five huddled together with wide grins splitting their loving faces. The first to catch his attention was the vision of him standing beside a teenage girl with a boy no older than seven on his shoulders with a look of happiness and pride in his gaze as one arm was slung across the girl’s shoulder. He was clearly older than he was now, but the lack of red eyes and fangs made Miguel nearly not recognize him. Its been so long since he’s seen himself before becoming spiderman… The next thing that caught his attention was an older version of his beloved also smiling at the camera with a teenage boy on your side a gentle hand placed on his shoulder as the woman’s attention was focus gazing a her daughter with such joy.

The children were a perfect mixture of you both despite the obvious favour in appearance being on his side. He carefully examines each child and their features as he releases a shaky breath as a single tear escapes his eye. 

This was impossible…How can you two have a family somewhere in the spiderverse and he didn’t know? the two have a family…they got married…she gave him the most beautiful children he could ever dream of and they both weren’t spidermen…they met and fell in love with out the worry of the universe on their shoulders…But their daughter…Their girl has this…burden instead…

“Miguel?” The unease in the AI’s voice brings him back to reality as he rubs his eyes. 

“I’m fine.” He snaps as he materializes his mask back onto his face. 

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“So we are all connected by this weird multiverse of spidermen?” Maria questions as she quips an eyebrow as she looks at the other teen.

“Yep.” Gwen nods as she leans back in the chair. 

The group were huddled around the hospital bed as their cheerful friend laid in bed unconscious. Upon pouncing the new spider about her life and what life was like on her dimension, Gwen took the initiative and began explaining about the Spiderverse, careful to avoid talking about the girl’s variant spider parents.

“And this is a team of Spiderpeople that goes around and makes sure that the events of their life goes on course? Like the time police? Does that mean theres other versions of me? “ She rapidly askes the punk. The blonde chuckles as she can definitely see how much of Sunny was actually in this girl. 

“Yep and kinda like that. We make sure the canon goes as planned so your universe doesn’t collapse. And when it comes to the other versions of you…” Gwen looks towards the unconscious spider before meet her ‘daughter’s’ curious gaze. “If theres other versions of Sunny and Miguel, then there is other versions of you.”

“Wait. Is there a spiderman version of my dad?” She asks as the door opens.

Jessica looks up from watching her phone and smiles at Miguel while Hobie curses. Miguel’s mask fades away as Hobie begins to speak.

“Look boss, the kid didn’t mean to…”

“Are you alright, Maria?” Miguel’s uncharacteristicially soft voice interrupts Hobie’s defense as his ruby eyes locked on the girl.

His rapid heart flooded his senses as he looked over his ‘daughter’. She didn’t look like Gabriella like he thought he would, even though he already seen her face. She looked like his sunshine despite her having a majority of his features. She was his girl, his beloved’s child…

“Um yea…”The starstruck girl mumbles as she looks at the variant of her father. Unlike the unconscious variant of her mom, the age wasn’t the biggest indicate that he was different from her dad, it was the gentle red eyes and the fangs peeking out from his lips. “Holy shit, you’re cool…” She accidentially admits out loud which causes the man to chuckle.

“Oye, no maldigas delante de tus padres, pequeña araña.” He playfully scolds before he starts fiddling with his gizmo. “I think its time you head home now. Its almost time for dinner and I’m sure ‘I’ wouldn’t like for you to be late.”

A portal opens beside them as Maria smiles at Miguel. “Cool…can I have one of those?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Well it was worth a try.” Maria giggles as she walks up to the portal before looking at Miguel concerned. “What about that Hobgoblin? And about…” The teenager looks towards her sleeping ‘mom’.

“I took care of it for you and don’t worry about her.” Miguel chuckles as he gazes lovingly at his love. “Yo siempre cuido de tu madre, ¿no?”

Maria grins as she feels giddy over the idea that no matter what dimension, her parents will always love each other.

“Yep and word of advice, stop having kids after one!” She jokes as she steps into the portal and goes home.

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A soft groan emits from the bed as Miguel looks up from his book. The sleepy eyes of his love meets his as he leans over and caresses his cheek. 

“Good morning, mi amor…you had a good rest?” He coos as he pushes the hair away from her face. 

Tears prickle in her sleepy gaze as the memory of her new friend came back. In a horse whisper, she tearfully asks, “Did you see her? Did you meet our girl?” A smile forms on her face as Miguel nods and rests his forehead against hers.

“Sí, mi amor. Y ella era perfecta.”

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As the portal closes behind her, Maria looks around with a breath of relief as she sees shes in her bedroom back home. 

“Thank god that’s over-!”

Before the stress could finally leave her chest, a shattering sound of a phone screen snaps her attention to her brother Gabriel looking at her in shock. Maria looks horrified as she realizes she is in the middle of her bedroom in her spidersuit and unmasked infront of her little brother…

“SHIT!!!”

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Translations:

¡Tu madre ya te llamó dos veces! ¡Baja y come!- Your mother already called you twice! Come down and eat!

Chicos, no le faltéis al respeto a vuestro padre. La única razón por la que tu madre puede hacerlo es porque me echará de la cama.-You boys don't disrespect your father. The only reason your mother can is because she'll kick me out of bed.

¡¿Qué diablos dijiste?!- What the hell did you say?!

¡¡Miguel, no te atrevas a maldecir en la mesa de mi comedor!!- Miguel, don't you dare curse at my dining room table!!

Oye, no maldigas delante de tus padres, pequeña araña.- Hey, don't curse in front of your parents, little spider.

Yo siempre cuido de tu madre, ¿no?-I always take care of your mother, don't I?

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fashion week ! alex a. x ofc (k-pop idol!ofc)

“everything she do is for the media.”

summary: alex albon and polly berkshire are just extremely active on social media — they really aren’t just a couple made for the sake of their public image. OR moments in which the two were the power couple of formula one.

content warning: established relationship, use of explicit language, alex and ofc shitting on each other’s lives (affectionately), haters gonna hate shake off, full view the photos to enlarge the text messages!

note: vibes based on steel banglez’s song fashion week (with aj tracey and mostack) enjoy xx

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roses_are_rosie 🔥🤧 liked by alex_albon

landonorris peak editorial page era

alex_albon stay mad ☺️

charles_leclerc you’ve always been my favourite model 😍 liked by alex_albon

arthur_leclerc what do you know about fashion shal 🤣🤣 liked by alex_albon

user1 ABSOLUTE VIOLATION 😮‍💨😮‍💨

user2 LMFAO ALEX LIKING ARTHUR’S COMMENT BAHAHAHA

georgerussell63 thepolsci blink twice if you were forced to go blonde too

thepolsci tbh we don’t know why we both got our hair bleached but it was lit tho (my scalp, i mean)

thepolsci unnecessarily hot, babe 😮‍💨😮‍💨 liked by alex_albon

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landonorris alright, just kiss and move on. some of us just want to go through the day

boamckinnon what lando said^

thepolsci lance_stroll get your shit together and take her away from my timeline i might pull a worldstar on her 🙄🙄

boamckinnon 🤬🤬

user3 JENNIE ROSÉ COME GET YOUR GIRLS 😭😭

user4 everything hits different when you’re british— just look at bora and polly.

user5 i’m surprised neither of them called the other the c word yet tbh

user6 soon enough, i’m certain

user7 alex being invited to these shows as her plus one is the best thing that could’ve happened this season 😭

user8 real 😮‍💨 it’s been boring lately

user9 albono cleans up real good tho 🥵

user10 sliding through this instagram carousel really is just a game of smash or pass. surprisingly i keep saying smash

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user1 i just know his skincare routine is expensive 😭

user2 he does look like he invests money in the ordinary or something 🤭

user3 guys… he has a brand deal with cerave

user4 okay yeah maybe his skincare routine is sacred indeed

logansargeant drop your skincare routine 🤨

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thepolsci absolutely 🫡 proud of you my love

alex_albon hydrated for you, my girl 🫡

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user7 i love my favourite wag, alex albon. he’s so babygirl 🤧

bonus !!

[ezzydantes]

Shambles

Author's Note: an inspiration from anon. Law used his powers to summon some of his crew in a desperate escape, but what he wasn't counting on was a beautiful woman and her small daughter being amongst them. It's been two years since then and y/n and him have become a couple and Law has adopted your daughter as his own. You've stopped in Sabaody and meet Straw Hat and Kid.

Warnings: the floof (fluff).

"Papa!" Giselle yelled as she jumped off of the Polar Tang. You couldn't help but laugh at the irritated look on your lover's face and Bepo, Shachi, and Penguin having a heart attack as their little mistress leapt into her adopted father's arms.

"Ellie!" Law reprimanded his daughter as he held her close, "How many times do I have to tell you not to get off the ship like this?"

The little ravenette pouted as she hugged her father. "Sorry, Papa", she whispered as she snuggled into his embrace.

The Captain of the Hearts Pirates couldn't help but chuckle as he held his adopted daughter in his arms. It had been two years since you and she had been accidentally pulled into his Devil fruit powers while saving his crew. He had meant to drop the pair of you off on their next stop but he had fallen in love with you and your daughter. Giselle had been two at the time and won over his heart alongside you. He couldn't part with either of you by the time you had made the next stop in his journey through the New World.

Bepo helped you down the latter as you were 5 months pregnant with a child of your own with Law. "Mrs., please remind the little one not to jump like that..." the mink sighed as he gently lifted you half way down the latter onto the port deck.

"Law and I can tell her all day not to do that and you know she will still do as she pleases, Bepo. Thank you for your help", you smiled as you placed your hand on the Mink's shoulder, causing him to blush.

"Mama!" your daughter called out to you, "Papa says we can shop!"

"Sounds fun..." you giggle as you approach the pair. Law gives you a once over before grabbing your hand and walking towards the city of Grove 21. "I want you and Ellie to stay close to me, there will be other pirates here..." the Surgeon of Death quietly states has he draws you closer.

"I understand, Love", you whispered back. Knowing your lover, he was particular about how he conducted business wherever he went. Since you and Giselle became a part of his daily life he had been cautious as to where to stop and how to operate wherever you were. He had already made a name for himself before meeting you and he tried to keep you and your daughter out of the "spot light" as he called it. He didn't want his enemies knowing that he had a family aboard his ship, but he knew there couldn't be much trouble in Sabaody since it was so close to the home of the Celestial Dragons.

Law was aware of your origins and the animosity between you and the Dragons. He had met your elder cousin who was in charge of your clan and was aware that your family was deeply involved with the Revolutionaries. You were still high up in the hierarchy of your family so your involvement with the Revolutionaries was deep as well. This added to his protectiveness over you and your daughter.

"How are you feeling today?" he stopped as he gently laid a hand on your growing stomach, shifting Ellie to his opposite hip as he leaned closer.

"I promise we are fine... Hestia, Freya, Hera, Sis... all signed off on me... and Hecate says the baby is destined to be strong as his father before him if not stronger..." you smiled as you lifted his hand to your lips and kissed it softly.

"A boy?" Law's eyes grew wide at the revelation. He knew how to handle girls... somewhat, with your help, but a son?

"He is YOUR son... " you cooed as you caressed your lover's cheek after releasing his hand, "I'm glad to have a boy... are you not?"

The Captain of the Hearts Pirates immediately schooled his features upon hearing your propriety. Sometimes he forgot you hailed from an ancient race and was far older than your looks gave away. Upon meeting some of your kin he quickly learned by the manner of speech you all shared that old world wisdom that would leak occasionally into your dialect.

"Baby... you can't talk like that here... most would find it odd..." his cheeks had a tint of red about them as he softly reminded you not to show your heritage. Only nobles spoke that way and to be caught with a pirate?

"Forgive me.... I mean, I'm sorry.... old ettiquette dies hard..." you mumbled as you began to slink away from him. A small gasp escaped your lips as he pulled you close so that only you and your daughter could hear, "Stay close and forget ettiquette... you're Pirates now, Sweethearts.... try NOT to show your heritage..."

"Yes, Papa", the young girl nodded her head, "I promise..."

Your lover looked to you for affirmation. You smiled and gently nodded before reaching for your eldest. You couldn't help but scoff as Law pulled away with Ellie in tow, wrapping his arms around her, "it's better if I carry her... you're in a delicate condition.

All you could do was share a knowing look with your daughter as she smiled and buried her flush face into her stepfathers neck while giggling.

"Don't do that... " Law sighed, "it's like I'm out of the loop."

"You're not, Papa... " the little girl held his face in her small hands as she brought his forehead to hers, "just us being grateful to have you!"

"Again... stop talking like that... especially for as small as you are... I had a hard time getting around in this world because I was too smart like you", the Surgeon of Death mumbled as he put his hat on her, "Don't stop being you... but for now... until you make you're way through the world... just let me and Mama know how amazing you are.... just for now."

"Aye, aye Captain!" Ellie giggled as she put his hat back on his head and buried her face into his cheek while giving a bear hug.

"That's my girl" he whispered, wrapping both arms around her in return. You couldn't help but smile at the warm exchange.

Law grabbed your hand and you continued to the market to pick up medical supplies and other essentials for the Polar Tang. You were distracted most of the time watching your lover and eldest child interact as he showed her medicines and explained what they were for. Your heart swelled with pride knowing that his power had brought you all together. You knew deep down things were only going to get more complicated but in that moment you knew you'd found a love so strong and pure. A love you knew your family would honor and help protect with the pending war coming. Yet that was a discussion for another day.

[its-all-or-nothing94]

Formual 1 / MotoGP Fusion Part 1

Summary: You are the first female MotoGP rider ever. You race for KTM Factory Racing, leaving Jack Miller your teammate, and one of your main sponsors is Red Bull. You grew up with most of the riders but your best friend is the multiple MotoGP Champion Marc Marquez. After your horrific crash the year before, you are ready to start the new season and probably a new love? Marc Marquez introduces you to Carlos Sainz, the F1 driver and you hit it off pretty well from the start.

Prestory

A/N: This is the start of the real story :) If you want to be tagged, let me know. And this is all FICTIONAL!

Ship: Not telling yet (Marc Marquez, Carlos Sainz or Charles Leclerc)

Warnings: none

18.03.2023

yourusername22 ☑️ Tarragona, Spain

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21.03.2023

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[instaquarius]

For Full Resolution

If anyones curious I already explained here in the description for why I have the Tao Trio, X & Y duo as part of the Pokemon Arceus created/technically his "children"

but basically me (and a friend who's helped me with the AU since the entire AU was originally based off an RP we were doing) headcanon Arceus had most likely created more pokemon other than just Mew, The Creation Trio and Lake Trio.

So for PTA (PokeTale: Ascendance) I have it as the Tao trio and X/Y duo were among those, especially since "Gods of Death & Life" kinda sounds like would be on the same power scale as like- The Gods of Time, Space and Antimatter tbh

And "Gods of Truth and Idealism" sorta sounds would be on the Lake Trios powerscale sooo ye-

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Anyways, randomly felt like, since I'd never drawn Reshi, Kyurem, Zekrom, Xerneas and Yveltal before (or the whole fam) in a while that I would along with Chara and Zero (kid form)

And also Smoltina, cuz clone of Giratina (even though Smol kinda thinks of Gira as his papa, and Chara as his mama, purely because it's mainly Chara who's been raising him) *even though I suppose technically his "mama" would actually be Mewtwo since he's the one that created the cloned Gira in the first place, as explained here

but anyways, Smol is always with Chara and they're never seperate so i just decided to add him too-

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From Oldest to Youngest:

Giratina, Palkia, and Dialga (all three technically hatched from their eggs at the exact same time) though Gira popped out of his egg a couple seconds before Palkia and Dialga. Palkia and Dia were then born shortly after at the same time, but in terms of Personalities and how they carry themselves: Palkia is teeeeeechnically the middle child, and Dialga is the youngest. but both Palki and Dia were born at the literal exact same time.

Note: Everyone after the Creation Trio was created as an adult. The Creation Trio however were created as newborns/infants that Arceus himself basically raised for around a millenia until they were old enough to have their own dimensions and become the Gods they were meant to be.

Mesprit, Uxie and Azelf are the second born trio (also born at the exact same time, a couple years or so after the Creation Trio) Uxie is the eldest however in terms of personaity, then followed by Azelf then Mesprit

Chara Arc is then brought over to the Pokemon world from UNDERTALE (Though she thinks herself older than the Creation Trio since she's known them since they were babies) but technically they and the Lake Trio's older than her by at least a couple decades or so.

Xerneas and Yveltal are born a few hundred or thousand years after this, once the Earth was at a more stable position to support and hold Life on it then Arceus creates these two at roughly the same time. Xerneas acts as the older between the two

Mew is created basically a few hundred years after the X,Y duo

The Original Dragon is then also created at least a few millions of years after once Humans started existing and more and more pokemon started to appear thanks to efforts of the Mew species and a few fossil pokemon such as Anorith and so on. Around 1,000 years before the Present time, The Original Dragon splits off into three due to a War creating: Reshiram, Zekrom and Kyurem. When they split, Kyurem appeared as fully grown, however both Reshi and Zeki ended up as babies after the split, leaving Kyurem alone to raise them both however until Arceus and the others had eventually found them.

Zero is then adopted into the family (Basically the villain from the Giratina and the Sky Warrior movie) Because, although Chara WAS furious with Zero and what he'd tried to do to her brother, she also saw a bit of herself within him and how she used to be like, before meeting the Creation Trio and Arceus adopting her and stuff. And she sees if what Zero did could have even been what she would have done if she was in his shoes and no one had saved her from her abusive human parents etc. So after meeting him again post-movie, after his time in Jail and he he'd gotten therapy and even moved to Paldea (where he was basically hitting it off with Iono for quite some time. And yes before anyone asks, I crack ship Iono and Zero cuz of the Magnemite connection. Shush. And getting to know and eventually forgiving him, she wanted to give Zero a chance to be happy and have a better life and eventually he also got adopted by Arceus after some time (and Giratina long having forgiven him too for basically the same reason Chara did) long story short.

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For PokeTale: Ascendance

An AU based off of an RP between me and a friend of mine from my discord server discord.gg/pQf9ZsdF6E where the Creation Trio as babies (a time they all cant really fully control their powers and junk) accidentally create a portal into the Undertale Universe and meet Chara and basically Arceus finds Chara and adopts her after finding out about her shitty human parents and Chara ends up helping Arceus raise the babies and basically lives in the Pokemon Universe now ------------------------- Also if you're curious about the AU just follow the tag below for some other stuff I've posted about it, or you can read the one-shot I'd wrote how it all started here

[auroracalisto]

a true love match

— falling in love wasn’t something you thought you’d have as a servant in the ‘ton. but with benedict, you were starting to believe it was. word count: 2.5k tw: gn!reader, anxious/nervous reader & benedict, servant!reader, alcohol consumption but nothing more comes of it, short "backstory" at the beginning (literally just a couple paragraphs) a/n: another fic i've been working on for over two months. finally finished it up while at work LMAO anyway please enjoy i legitimately like this one

the harrison family—a family with money and power and everything you would want in the 'ton.

and you were one of their many servants.

tending to their rambunctious children, you had to admit each of them was like your own in a way; you saw them far more than their papa ever did, while their mama could have cared less about the younger ones and doted on those of age—the ones to be married, the ones who would soon make their own way out into the world.

margot, their eldest, held a special place in your heart. you were closer to her than the others, as she treated you with a kindness that most lords and ladies did not. maximilian was the second eldest, living life without a care in the world—he was kind enough, always cracking a crude joke here and there. and then there was mathilda and little madeline. each with a toothy smile to greet you with, loving you just as much as they loved their parents.

like the bridgerton family, whom just lived beyond the harrison’s walls, it was their eldest daughter’s first season. you’d never get to see the balls and luncheons that margot would see, but you lived vicariously through her sibling's lamentations about how beautiful it was (and how good the food happened to be).

that’s how you lived your life—living vicariously for the ones you cared for, and continuing to work until the day you’d eventually meet your demise. you cared little for love and marriage, as it never seemed possible. marriage was one thing that perhaps you might find with the postman, or the other servants who waited on the families around you, but love seemed to evade you every step of the way.

it had never been possible.

until you saw him.

it wasn’t the first time you laid eyes on benedict bridgerton.

no, you had seen him time and time again, as he would sometimes visit your master and his eldest son, or you would see him enter his carriage just across the street.

but you never truly saw him like you did that day.

it had been terrible weather—the rain had come down in a hurry, drowning the flowers that had previously begged for drink. your master had left the house with each of his children, even little madeline. you were completely and utterly alone, which wasn’t something that happened very often. so you took advantage.

this particular night, you found yourself standing on the edge of the stairs, watching as the rain let up. dark storm clouds covered the normally starry skies, keeping you from seeing the beauty of the night when a voice caught your attention.

“shouldn’t you be inside? you’ll catch a cold.”

benedict.

you quickly looked down, almost expecting him to be talking to someone else—perhaps one of the featherington girls had made their way outside as well.

but no. he was staring right at you, umbrella overhead, and a soft smile plastered on his handsome face.

he had just come from a party—not that he would tell you. but the drunkenness he had felt swiftly disappeared when he laid his eyes upon you. that sweet, humble servant who always caught his eye.

“sir bridgerton,” you began, pausing as his smile only grew.

“benedict, please. we’re the only two here.”

cheeks flushed, heart fluttering in your chest, you smiled.

“very well, benedict. but i will be fine.”

“hm,” benedict hummed, looking both ways down the cobblestone street before making his way to you. he took the stairs slow enough that you would have the opportunity to ask him to leave, but it never came.

“may i provide you company, y/n?”

you paused again. but not because of the company he offered—because he was talking to you. not at you, not through you. he was talking to you and he knew your name. not even your lady bothered to remember your name half of the time she was around you, and you had been taking care of her children for well over five years now; you had been hired the summer before mathilda was born.

“how do you know my name?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

benedict only smiled, holding the umbrella over the two of you as he looked out at the street. the rain was coming to a stop, the streets glistening in the early hours of the night.

“i have my ways,” he said.

he had really pestered a couple of the harrison’s servants to get your name, but he kept that to himself. color him surprised with the fact that they hadn’t already come to you, telling you of his interest, but he was grateful. the element of surprise might truly be on his side.

you looked away from him. “sir—benedict,” you began, clearing your throat. “i am no lady nor lord, but the ‘ton would still talk if they saw the two of us together, would they not?”

“perhaps,” he grinned. “but it is nothing my sister and brother could not take care of with a scandal of their own.”

you snorted softly. a scandal? is that what he wanted?

but as the night continued on, realization struck you. the subtle glances, the longing looks from across the ballroom—they were all apart of your little crush on the bridgerton. and him sitting there, speaking to you as if you were his equal—it only fueled the crush further, fanning the embers into a raging fire within the depths of your heart.

“benedict,” you said, noticing the moon peaking in the sky. the harrison’s would be back at any moment, now, having informed you their dinner would run well into the night. “perhaps it is time for me to retire for the night. i should get some rest before they return.”

he hummed once more, closing his eyes as he tilted his head back. umbrella long put away, the moonlight perfectly illuminated his sculpted features.

you swallowed thickly, your eyes evading him. you needed to squash whatever feelings these were. it wasn’t proper. you would be hurting him more than you would hurt yourself. you knew how these things went.

benedict peeked at you through a squint, a chuckle escaping him. “perhaps you will be in attendance to the dinner my mother is throwing next week.”

“i do not know if that would be wise,” you said.

“i will not ask twice, but i do understand,” he said, smiling faintly.

benedict stood up from where he stood, picking up his umbrella as he did. “i hope to speak with you again soon.”

you watched him as he took the steps one at a time, careful to avoid the puddles of water. he was in no hurry.

your body acted before you had a moment to react—standing up, his name left your lips before you could stop it.

“benedict, wait!”

he looked back at you, eyes filled with curiosity—perhaps even a bout of hope that you would never willingly admit to yourself.

“thursday. i will be heading into the market for my lady, but i will be going alone,” you said, your lip catching in between your teeth as you nervously wrung your hands in front of you. “i will be leaving that morning if you would like to come with me.”

benedict began to smile, his teeth gleaming in the moonlight. “i will see you then,” he said.

in due time, the two of you only became closer. every secret, every whisper was shared amongst the two of you during secret rendezvous.

his mother became elated, knowing that her son had found a love match—but nothing more was said beyond that. your master kept a watchful eye on you, but he never once asked where you went during the night. you did your job without having to be reprimanded, and that was enough for him.

but you knew it was wrong. loving benedict, being his friend. dangerous.

not for you.

you would be fine.

but benedict would be ruined.

the ‘ton would look upon him the same way as they did the sharma family. another scandal would wreak havoc on the bridgerton family, and you wanted no part in that. but the heart doesn’t always ask for permission. the heart wants what it wants, and even if it can’t have it, it still yearns for it.

tonight, you found yourself clutching your coat just a little closer than usual as you stood in front of a grandiose door.

benedict had asked you to meet him there—a party, he said, with art and alcohol and people of all kinds.

you were starting to worry that it was all a joke—some crude lie from your best friend to get a rise out of you. he wouldn’t do that, would he? no, he wouldn’t.

your knuckles rapped against the wood, anxiety pooling in the pit of your stomach.

in an instant, the door was opened by benedict himself and he was pulling you inside, a smile wide against his lips.

“you came!” he excitedly spoke, letting the door fall shut. taking both of your hands, his face inched closer to yours.

you could smell his cologne—a soft scent of lavender and cedarwood. it was just as intoxicating as the last time you had been this close to the gentleman.

“come with me, there are some people i’d like you to meet,” he grinned.

along you went, your hand never once leaving his.

and once he had placed a glass of red wine in your hand, you had finally began to let loose. titles and nobility mattered not, and the people here certainly cared little that you were a servant.

benedict, most of all.

it had only taken a few glasses of wine for you to fully unwind. cheeks burning, body buzzing from the effects of the alcohol, mind jumbled with every worry, every confession.

as the party continued on, you couldn’t help but watch benedict from where you stood.

the man looked back at you with a smile.

“are you alright?” he asked.

you gave a small nod, swallowing the rest of the wine you had. you sat the glass down and took ahold of his hand.

“can we go some place? private, if you wouldn’t mind.”

benedict only nodded, granting your request as soon as you had asked it. he would have done anything for you.

in only a matter of minutes, benedict was shutting the door was a delicately decorated room. soft yellow curtains, the moonlight peaking in and casting a cold glow on the fire-illuminated room.

“what is it?” he asked. “are you truly well, y/n?”

you pursed your lips.

you needed him to know.

he was your best friend.

he had the right to know.

right?

“you are my best friend,” you began, your eyes not meeting benedict’s as you spoke.

you couldn’t look at him. not when he was staring at you in such a manner. his eyes were glued to your face, an unreadable expression masking his normally joyous composure.

“and you are mine,” he said, smiling softly.

“no, benedict, i—“

you squeezed your eyes shut. “you are my best friend, in that you are everything to me.”

it was most definitely the alcohol that was guiding your words and actions (that’s what you told yourself, anyway). but you couldn’t seem to care as the confession left you.

silence blanketed the room, nothing else heard besides the flickering of the fireplace and the occasional shout from the party just below.

benedict couldn’t believe what he was hearing. did he hear you correctly?

there was only one way to find out.

“then marry me,” he said.

your heart leapt to your throat. it was the alcohol.

it had to be the alcohol.

but he had had less than you.

was it the alcohol?

you paused slowly, turning to completely face him.

“what?”

he cracked a small smile.

“marry me.”

“it is not so simple, benedict,” you said lowly, voice barely above a whisper.

“why is it not?” he asked, reaching forward and gently grabbing your hands.

“why is it not?” you repeated, a solemn look on your face. your eyes betrayed you. you wanted to say yes so badly—he could see it. but you couldn’t. “you cannot be of earnest,” you said.

“my brother is the viscount and my sister a duchess,” he said. “who is to say what we can and cannot do?”

“you will be ostracized from society,” you countered. “you’ll be ridiculed.”

you gently squeezed his hands.

“ridiculed?” he chuckled softly. “you are my very best friend. and i care for you, deeply. i would face the world, happy to be ridiculed if it meant i would have you by my side.”

your cheeks burned at his confession. just a few simple words and he had your heart reeling for more.

you knew it wasn’t the alcohol. you were thinking clear as day.

“a true love match,” benedict suddenly said, his fingers lacing with yours as he spoke.

you paused, your convoluted mind coming to a complete halt as you stared at him.

“a true love match?”

he began to smile, an eager nod presenting itself.

“i… could love no other as much as i have loved you. you have taught me so… you’ve shown me what it means to be loved, no matter the status, the fortune, the name.” benedict’s hand reached up, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “marry me, y/n. make me the happiest man of the ‘ton. you will never have to want for more—anything you want, you shall have. your best friend included,” he said, his smile wide. “it is as simple as that.”

“benedict…” you countered, but the argument you sought for never made it past your lips as he stared at you with those beautiful eyes.

“marry me,” he repeated, perhaps out of necessity. perhaps out of the anxiety that now raced against his heartbeat, wondering if he had said the wrong thing—had he gone too far? would you run away, never to look back at him?

he was a bridgerton. you were a humble servant.

but that changed nothing.

he loved you.

“you are willing to have the scandal of the season? of the century?” you whispered, peering up at him as nervous tears welled in your eyes.

“i am,” he said.

you let out a breath, lunging forward and wrapping your arms around his neck. your lips found his in an eager attempt to show your affection as his strong arms wrapped around your torso. he smiled into the kiss, his eyes fluttering shut as he did so.

“i will marry you,” you muttered against his lips.

kiss after kiss was shared between the two of you.

only time would tell how truly irked the ‘ton would be, but for now, all that you truly cared about was the gentleman you held in your arms. nothing else mattered.

[one-pissed-off-child]

Rating Ecanto AUs

because I'm toxic

Anti-madricest bug spray go brrrr

Papa Bruno Au: 4/10

I love the guy but there's absolutely no way Bruno is mentally stable enough to raise a child. And there's no beating Julieta besides. He's definitely more of a cool uncle

Also it ruins the rule of Threes

Papa of Two Au: 0/10

Same grievances as the Papa Bruno Au except worse because it ignores Camilo's afro-latino heritage. Not sexy

Mirabel Dies Au: 9/10

Can be wonderfully heart-wrenching when done correctly. Bonus points if the death comes so suddenly that the family barely has time to process

Shoutout to open your eyes(for the fireworks) for being my favorite version of this.

Bruno kidnaps Mirabel Au: -20/10

Same problems as Papa Bruno but 100× worse because it's creepy asf.

Imagine being stolen from your loving parents at five years old and forced to live on the run. Idc what his intentions are this is insane. Who decided this was a good idea?

Mirabel Runs Away Au: 5/10

Honestly my rating for this can go higher or lower depending on how it's written. Can be very bittersweet but has a tendency to make Mira ooc

Mama Mirabel Au: 2/10

(This is the one were Mira acts as Antonio's parental figure)

The only thing not ooc about this au is Mirabel and Antonio's relationship (which I always love) Definitely don't appreciate the implication that Pepa and Felix were anything less than attentive and loving parents. They literally have two kids already.

Also not a fan of how it romanticizes the parentification of a 15 y/o.

Tainted Miracle Au: 8/10

NO comfort ONLY hurt fuck you.

Has nothing I look for in an Encanto au. Almost everyone is a monster, absolutely no family feels, sad times everyday all the time. It's great totally recommend. Head over to @c-rose2081 to check it out.

Avoid if you're prone to angst induced heart attacks

Flightless Au: 15/10

Also by @c-rose2081

Has EVERYTHING I look for in an Encanto au. All the family feels and fluff. So soft so sweet love so much.

Power Swap Au: 6/10

There are a couple different versions of this au and honestly none of them have been written all that great so this is the rating for now. I really do like the concept though. Just not the execution

The art for this is always spectacular though

Role Swap Au: 9/10

I haven't seen anything written for this au but all the concept art is phenomenal.

Villain Bruno/Mirabel Au: 5/10

Again, my rating for this fluctuates largely depending on how it's done. Tainted is a great example of this Au. It sets up the motivation of the characters and has the worldbuilding to back it up. We know exactly how the Madrigal's came to be the way they are. Everyone is ooc but there's a solid reason for it

Other versions of this try to frame it in way that makes it as close to canon as possible with the twist that Bruno snd Mirabel are just less forgiving which honestly just makes them seem like moody edgelords lashing out (idc what anyone says being ignored sometimes is NOT a good reason to go evil).

Proper setup is key for this Au

And that's it

[magmawrites]

What naruhina fics do you think are a must read? *-*

Oof I'm bad with asks but let me try. (If you look at my favorites list on my FF page you'll see more/most of them!) Some of these I probably haven't read in a long time but I feel like I really liked them!!

Komorebi by Dizzydodo (Ongoing)

Summary: Hinata had always known she would marry a stranger, but she woke up married to the wrong one: a nine-tailed fox that claims they are destined for each other. Hinata proposes a bargain: If he can convince her of it by the first day of Autumn, then she will take her place as his bride. If not, he must return her to her family and release her from her vows.

She didn't expect him to be so persuasive.

Beast Tamers by @mavda (ongoing)

Summary: Mythical beasts roamed the world, all-powerful and terrifying, and the beast tamers sealed them withing themselves. Revered, feared or hated, a beast tamer will never have a normal life, and now Naruto Uzumaki is facing the start of his adult life: choosing a wife. By his father's beseeching, Naruto is now seeking a wife from the Hyuuga clan, in hopes of extending his life somehow. Nobody expects him to be a real husband, to be a real father, but if Naruto is forced to start a family he will be damned if he disappoints.

My Name on Your Lips by @katarinahime (multi chap, complete)

Summary: Hinata calls Naruto a plethora of different names, some he enjoys more than others.

Sparks by Tenneyshoes (one shot series, complete)

Summary: Sparks are tiny glimpses of the Will of Fire. In Konoha, these sparks can be seen everywhere. Some burn brighter than others, but each is unique. In Konoha, Naruto and his precious people must keep those sparks burning as they move toward the future together and as individuals.

Jealousy by Generalissimo (one shot)

Summary: "Papa, did you ever like someone before Mama?" Before Sasuke could answer, Sakura slapped a hand on her knee and chuckled in good humor. "Oh, Sarada. Don't you know? Before I came along, your father was incapable of-" "Hinata Hyuga." The answer was instantaneous. The reactions even more so. One-shot. NH SS

The Good Left Undone by Stars.Are.Metaphors (multichap, complete)

Summary: 'To marry into the Otsutsuki family is to aid the Hyūga,' her father explained solemnly.

In Another Life by theGeneralissimo (multichap, complete, warning: not a happy ending)

Summary: In which Naruto listens to his mother's advice and marries a girl like her. And lives to regret it. Post-war AU.

Point of No Return by Rose1541 (Multichap, complete?)

Summary: Naruto, Sasuke, and Sakura are a loathed and feared group of SS – rank criminals for their vigilantism and in secret; carry out dirty work for the Kages. Hinata recalls her past with Naruto as they slip further into the point of no return.

If tomorrow never comes by Stars.Are.Metaphors (Oneshot)

Summary: The world has been at war for two years and it seems as though Konoha may be the only village still standing tall. In the early afternoon of another precarious day, a girl with pale, lavender eyes is stolen.

Two Can Play by NaniMok (Oneshot)

Summary: AU Fluff - His red eyes were fixed on the couple sitting in the restaurant. One corner of his lips lifted into a smirk before he muttered, "Two can play at that game."

Figuring It Out by max.tmy (one shot)

Summary: Uzumaki Naruto is in love. And there are several people who figure it out before him.

Firestorm by MissWorded (Two shot)

Summary: Uzumaki Naruto had, just a few scant minutes ago, royally screwed up his life. NaruHina.

The Hokages Secret Closet by eternalshiva (one shot)

Summary: An escape route, turned secret closet with a hobby for history in the Hokage's office, tells the tale of the Hokages through its life-time.

Nightdreams by @dayseternal-blog (Multi chap, complete)

Summary: Friends with benefits - Naruto and Hinata find comfort in each other after the war.

White Lilies by @dayseternal-blog (multi chap, complete)

Summary: A Hanahaki AU -She knit a red scarf for him. She never gave it to him. Days turned into months, months turned into too late.Naruto starts dating. Hinata decides to move on.A sickness takes root in the heart.

When the Devil Picks Up a Stray by callmesenorita (Multi-chapter, Complete)

Summary: Hinata, an Omega, questions buried feelings when she decides to help a childhood friend who has adopted a new persona under the name Menma. Although their attraction s instant he is no longer the Naruto she once knew, and soon enough Hinata is thrust into a dangerous yakuza conspiracy.

Tsukuyomi Boyfriend by PepcornPress (one shot)

Summary: Takes place before 'The LAST' movie. Over a year has passed since the great Shinobi War, and people are finally starting to open up about their Infinite Tsukuyomi Illusions.

[wherethehellisderrymaine]

April Wrap Up

Books:

el hombre que fue jueves The Very Secret Sex Lives of Medieval Women  Ikigai  A Curious History of Sex  Notes on a Nervous Planet  Come as You Are: The Surprising New Science that Will Transform Your Sex Life  The Mastery of Love: A Practical Guide to the Art of Relationship --Toltec Wisdom Book

Songs: la final - bandalos chinos hablando de love - tiago dale - pole y hens rapido y lento - emilia y tiago as it was - harry styles take my hand - 5sos when you’re gone - shawn mendes quiet - camila cabello

Events:

new courses online at cem

31: sleepover at lucho’s -- vino and shingeki -- sx

01: camping with lucho to La Brava - I love him - he said “te amo” -- sx -- veggie barbeque and smores

03: plan to go back to good habits and feel good in my own body

06: got my cellphone stolen -- i feel dumb and angry

08: coffee with Tomi -- visit lucho -- PERIOD -- BOUGHT TICKETS FOR QUILMES ROCK WITH LUCHO

09: PERIOD - soso clean eating - carrera F1

10: PERIOD - clean eating - carreraF1

11: PERIOD - clean eating - tired

12: lucho said I LOVE YOU -- tired -- lots of peanut butter and bread

13: great class at cem -- easter break -- lucho modelo, visit, sleepover at luch BEST SX EVER diozzz -- smoked -- regalo para lucho: huevo de pascua y cortina

14: bloated -- anxious for staying at lucho’s alone, i cannot feel like i’m an intruder even if he welcomes and invites me to stay - 2 MONTHS WITH LUCHO

15: cortar pasto meida hora, rastrillar, etc - clean lunch and FRIENDS DINNER, tacos, brownies, wine, snacks -- best oral SX ever while the girls where upstairs

16: no exercise -- BEST SX EVER, even better than the other day omg -- pasta, pastiera, rosca, banana, oranges -- le dije a lucho que lo amo asdrg y se me escapo que quiero que sea mi novio mientras jugabamos con los chicos

17: pascuas -- papa y mama discutieron, papa se puso violento - anxiety . smoked ,,, me fui a ver a lucho y a su casa, le limpie la ducha y me volvi  ,,, compre un powerbank para el celu --- pasta con zapallo, muffin y conito de dulce de leche, chocolate semi amargo -- anxiety, can’t sleep

18: cansada por el insonmio/ansiedad de anoche, bloated, ugly -- still anxious -- headache -- devolverle llaves a lucho ,,, ir a ver a sofi ,,, clases ,,, ir a dormir a lo de lucho -- probamos hambrguesas notco (amo que lucho me cocine) TERMINAMOS SHINGEKI -- feel ugly and fat -- bloated

19: bloated -- tramite de obra social GOOD

20: sick/cold/tired

21: foni llamó y estan bien, lucho se tatuó - amo

22: ir a lo de Lucho, hacer compras, ibamos a hacer una picada pero terminamos yendo a jugar al bowling con los amigos. -- quick sx before going - Estaba re nerviosa pero despues se me pasó y lo pasamos re bien, power couple - lucho me regalo una cafetera portatil hermosa, y cafe, para nuestros dos meses -- i love him

24: heartstopper, sick, anxious, race weekend 

25: ir a lo de lucho - vino - hamburguesas - BZRP SESSION 23 - escuchamos un monton de musica, me hizo hamburguesas veganas y vimos videos de teloresumo

26: temporal - llovio de una manera TREMENDA -- se inundo todo 

30: quilmes rock with lucho

[youare-mysonshine]

who knew || oscar diaz

Summary: Prophets do a drive by shooting at Oscar’s house and reader is caught in the crossfire.

Requested: Yes!

Pairing: Oscar Diaz x Martinez!Reader

Warnings: Gun violence, blood, character death, graphic depictions of death and blood. Angst, angst, angst lmaoooo

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: so, this was sitting in my request list and I just couldn’t not write it. I’m sorry for the hurt I’m going to cause don’t hate me lmao. Also, there is mentions of blood and death. Heavy mentions of that. So if this is something that triggers you, please don’t read or proceed with caution. I hate myself lol

——-

“Here, papas.”

You walked over to your boyfriend, handing him a cold can of beer before assuming your position on his lap.

It was a nice Saturday evening and you were spending it with your boyfriend at his house - the house was full of nothing but Santos, their girlfriends or people who just hung around the gang. Some music was playing, some people were dancing, some were just chilling and talking. It wasn’t a party, but it definitely felt like it.

“Gracias, mamita.” Oscar took the can of beer from you and opened it, taking a considerable drink before resting his hand on your thigh, keeping you close to him.

You and Oscar had been dating for a good while - you had grown up knowing each other because of your siblings - your younger brother, Ruby, was his younger brother, Cesar’s best friend. And He also knew your other younger brother, Mario. The two of you had begun to date a little before he went to prison and stayed together during and after. You’d been there for him through a lot, you stuck by his side through a lot and Oscar knew that he’d found the true definition of ride or die.

You never turned your back on him, never. Not even when your family tried to get you to leave him - he understood it. When he got locked up, when he was sent to prison, your parents wanted you to have nothing to do with him. He wasn’t mad because he knew that he couldn’t give you the life you wanted or deserved. But you defied your family, you stuck by his side and you didn’t regret it. His family was still skeptical, iffy about the relationship, but they had learned to accept him.

Ruby wasn’t as scared of him as he used to be because he saw you two together - he saw a different side of Oscar when he was with you. And he and Cesar were low-key happy at the possibility of becoming actual family in the event that you two marry, which you were definitely going to because neither of you could see you spending the rest of your lives without one another. And Mario, well Mario had always been a good friend to him and he was just happy that his sister was happy.

Cesar loved you from the get go - he had known you because of Ruby, but then you started coming around more anymore when you and Oscar started going around. Even when he was in prison, you took care of Cesar. You made sure he was clothed, fed, made sure he got to school, made sure he had money. You took care of him like he was your own and that made him feel safe with you. You and Oscar were truly the only parental figures he’d ever known.

As the night progressed, everything was going great, it was fun. You were laughing, smiling, having a great time. Oscar was deep in conversation with his homies, though his hand would squeeze your thigh on occasion though, and it’d have you squirming or gently nudging him because of how ticklish you were. It never failed to bring a smile to your lips.

“Shut the fuck up, liar. I don’t snore.” One of the Santos’ girlfriends said, pushing her boyfriend, glaring at him, though you could make out a smile pulling at her lips. You and Oscar both laughed, your head falling on his shoulder.

“Aye, you know who else snores? This one right here.” Oscar pointed at you and you looked at him with your mouth wide open, though your were still lightly laughing. Your eyes were sparkling, and Oscar loved it. H’d never get tired of your eyes, or your smile. Your laugh.

“What? Callate, mentiroso! I do not snore. It’s your ass that snores in my ear all night.” You said, nudging him with your elbow. Oscar’s smirk softened into a smile and he nodded. The way he looked at you never failed to make your heart flutter. It never failed to give you butterflies. It was like the very first time each and every time.

“I know, I’m just fuckin’ with you mamas.” He reached a hand up, cupping your cheek. He pulled your face down to his and pressed your lips together in a soft kiss. Oscar would also never tire of your lips. How soft they were. How they moved against his so perfectly, so in sync. How they fit perfectly with his own like they were his missing puzzle piece.

The Santos that were near the loved up couple began hollering, cat calling and whistling.

“Aye, get it Spooky!”

“We gettin’ a baby Spooky sometime soon or what?”

“Look at this foo, all in love and shit!”

You both pulled away, a blush starting to creep up your neck, your cheeks and all the way to your ears.

“Yeah. In love. And what?” Oscar countered at his homies, a little smirk on his face. He never shy about how he felt about you. He let it be known that he loved you. That he was yours and that you were his. How could he not show you off? He wanted everybody to know he had the best girl. He didn’t think of it as him being weak - he was more of a man for being able to show that side of him, for not hiding it to seem cool in front of his homies. And that was what you loved about him. He never switched up on you.

Shaking your head, a smile on your slightly moist lips, you moved off his lap. “I’m gonna get some chips from inside.” You said. “You want anything?” You asked your Santo, then turned to look at the group of Santos you were sitting with, asking them the same. A few of them asked for chips as well, so with that, you turned on your heel and began to walk over to the porch steps that led up to the front door.

It all happened so fast.

You all heard the sound of tires screeching as a car rounded the corner. You turned around and saw a green car rolling up. No one had any time to react, no one even knew what the fuck was happening until it was too late.

“Prophets bitch! Fuck Los Santos!”

The sound of bullets hit your ears. It sounded like fireworks but they just kept coming and coming, never stopping for a second. People started screaming, running for cover, bodies hit the floor.

As soon as Oscar heard the bullets begin spraying his house, as soon as he saw that neon green car, his immediate thought wasn’t to get down for cover. It was to find you. To find you and make sure you were safe. Some of the homies he was talking too had hit the ground, blood beginning to pool on the ground below them. Some of them were shielding their girlfriends or each other for the bullets. Some of them had pulled out their own weapons and began firing back at the Prophets.

“Y/N!” He yelled out, voice deep and panicking, in the midst of the chaos. “Y/N..!”

And then he saw you. Laying on the concrete ground with a deep scarlet beginning to pool around you.

You didn’t know how to react. You didn’t even have time to react before your felt this burning pain in your upper shoulder and your chest area. And then you were falling to the ground fast first. You could feel a warm, sticky liquid beginning to wet your skin and you barely registered it as your blood. You were bleeding. You were shot.

“No. No no no.. Y/N..” Oscar rushed over to you, aware that the sound of gun fire had ceased and all that was left in it’s wake was frantic screaming and crying. All that was left in it’s wake was absolute chaos and destruction. And you’d been caught in the middle of it.

Oscar turned your body around to you were on your back and it was like his entire soul just left his body. He could feel the color draining from his face, the panicking really beginning to set in when he saw the gunshot wounds on your body. Your body, your clothes were stained red, only growing wetter by the second. Your eyes were open and you were struggling to breath.

“Y/N, baby. You keep your eyes on me. You keep your eyes on me, okay? Don’t stop looking at me.” Oscar instructed you, not bothering to conceal the panic in his voice. His shaky hands pressed down on your wounds, trying to stop the bleeding but it just wouldn’t stop. It just kept gushing out and it was staining his hands.

“S-Shit! Shit! No no, baby.. Call a fucking ambulance!” He yelled out to whoever was listening.

It hurt. It hurt and you felt like you couldn’t breath. Like you were underwater and you were drowning. The pain had started off dull. This dull burn that began to grow hotter and hotter. Your hazy eyes were locked on your panicking boyfriend as he did everything in his power to keep you from bleeding out but you could feel yourself starting to slip away. You could feel how weak you were growing.. your eyes began to close.

“No! Y/N keep your eyes on me! Damnit, keep your fucking eyes on me!” Oscar sounded like a lost, scared little boy. Not the tough, scary cholo that everyone was afraid of. No, in the moment; he was the one that was afraid. He was watching the love of his life slip away and there was nothing he could do.


That sparkle in your eyes that he loved so much was starting to fade away into nothing and it killed him. It fucking killed him.

“Y/N, don’t close your eyes, baby. Please. No.. No! Y/N”

The last thing that you saw before your eyes finally closed was Oscar’s broken face, the tears that fell from his eyes, as he pleaded with you to keep your eyes open.

———

Oscar was numb. Absolutely numb.

His hands were stained in your blood. His t-shirt was stained in your blood. And the look on your face as you laid there, choking on your own blood, desperately trying to keep your eyes open, was engraved in his head. There was nothing he could do to get that memory out of his head. Nothing.

He heard the sound of rushed footsteps and ‘Where’s my baby? Where is she?’ And as he lifted his head, he saw your family rushing down the hallway. Geny and Ruben had looks of worry on their faces, your mom had tears flowing down her cheeks and your dad looked just as frightened but he was clearly trying to be strong for your mom. Your Abuelita was in tow, holding onto the twins’ hands. And Ruby, Ruby followed behind his parents with this scared, terrified face.

Oscar stood up when he saw your family rushing forward and they all stopped short when they saw him, when they saw the state that he was in - covered in your blood. Scary amounts of it.

“Oscar.. what happened to my daughter.. what happened to her?!” Geny demanded, by her sobs broke through and his own demeanor cracked. Geny turned to her husband and buried her face in his chest, holding onto his shirt as she cried and cried for her young daughter. Abuelita stood back with the twins - they were confused, unaware of what was going on, why their mommy was crying, why everyone was scared, so she tried her best to make them feel at ease, to comfort them

Oscar, with tears blurring his vision once again, looked at Ruby as he sauntered forward. The young teen looked at all the blood that should’ve been in his sister’s body, not on her boyfriends clothes, and let out a shaky breath of air. “She’s gonna be fine, right? She’s gonna live?” Ruby was desperately looking for that comfort. He wanted to so badly believe that his sister was gonna be fine. That she was gonna be okay. Oscar wanted that too. No. No, he needed that. The heartbroken Santo gave a nod.

“Yeah. Your sister is gonna be just fine, alright?”

———

The entire family and Oscar stood when the doctor came walking forward and Oscar felt this dread in the pit of his stomach at the look on his face. Cesar had shown up at the hospital after Oscar had called him and told him what happened. The kids were all there, supporting Ruby. Your dad had called Mario and told him what had happened and Mario promised he’d be there as soon as humanly possible.

“Dr? How is she? How is my daughter?” Geny asked. The doctor let out a saddened sigh and it was like Oscar couldn’t breathe. Like he was dying too.

“I’m sorry.. we tried to do everything in our power to save her but the bullets did too much damage and she lost a significant amount of blood. I’m sorry.” The cry Geny let out was heartbreaking, utterly gut wrenching. She fell to the ground and Ruben went right down with her, holding his wife all the while tears streamed down his face.

Ruby started crying, shaking his head saying she couldn’t possibly be dead. Monse, Jamal and Jasmine were right there - hugging him. Comforting him.

But Oscar. Oscar lost it. His body hit the wall and he slid down to the floor, his legs having gone completely jelly. He could feel his heart physically breaking into a million pieces and it was the absolute worst feeling. Cesar was right there beside his brother.

“Oscar..” The younger Diaz murmured. Oscar shook his head, refusing to believe it.

“No.. No, she can’t be dead. She can’t.. she can’t be.. dead..” He started crying. Actually crying. The Santo buried his face into his hands and cried, his entire body shaking with this pain he never knew before.

He’d dealt with the loss of a mother who preferred drugs over her own children. The loss of a father who walked out on his kids. He’d dealt with losing friends before. But this.. this was something that just killed him. Crushed him completely. The pain was indescribable. The image of your face in your final moments.

You had just been smiling, laughing, having fun. He’d just kissed you! He had just kissed you and now.. you were dead. You were dead and nothing was gonna bring you back. That was something that he had to live with and deal with for the rest of his life.

Cesar wrapped his arms around his heartbroken brother and hugged him. Hugged him close and didn’t let go. Oscar didn’t push him away. He leaned on his baby brother for support, hanging onto him as if his life depended it.

Memories of your times together over the years replayed. Your first kiss, your first time having sex, the first time you both said I love you. Waking up to your face in the mornings when you’d stay over. Memories of you two just laying in bed together and doing nothing, talking about the future. Your future.

Oscar was never gonna have that again. With anyone.

You were gone.

[afictionaladventure16]

Remember Me (Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff x Daughter!Reader)

Chapter 12

Remember Me Masterlist

Previously on Remember Me...

Warnings: Mentions of nightmares

Word Count: 2,461

A/N: We’re coming close to the end of the line...

Thanks to @rae-is-typing for editing this for me! ALSO HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO BUCKY!!! I feel like this chapter sucked... 

Bucky and Natasha walked down the hall, Roger waited until they were on the elevator to close the door. 

“It’s Zemo,” you say as soon as Roger closed the door. You walked over to him, handing him the phone. 

Roger gave you a small glance before taking the phone from your hand. “Yeah?” 

“It’s time for the pet to play.” 

Roger glanced over at you, he quickly noticed you fidgeting with the ends of your sleeves. A sign that you were nervous. “She’s not ready.” He tried his best to put on a brave face, but deep down inside he was falling apart. 

“She’s ready when I say she’s ready,” Zemo snarled. “Make sure she’s at the base by 0500 hours.” Zemo hung up the phone. Roger felt his heart grow anxious, he thought he had more time before Zemo had you go out into the field to use you for your powers. Roger couldn’t just run away with you now, no, it would be reckless. Zemo would have his dogs on him within seconds. He would have to play this out by ear. 

“What did he want?” you timidly asked. 

“You should get some rest,” Roger walked over to the counter. “I’ll clean up. Just go get some rest.” 

“But-” 

“You have a long day ahead of you tomorrow,” Roger interrupted, his voice louder than you expected it to be, causing you to flinch slightly.  

You knew that Roger would never lay a hand on you, but the anger in his voice, the way it shook with every word frightened you. His hands trembled as he clenched them into fists, he drew deep breaths as he closed his eyes. A young assassin afraid? Sadly, yes. Zemo had tortured you so many times, you were afraid of the rage you saw in Roger’s eyes, you did not dare to question him. 

You began to make your way towards the hall, “JJ?” You glanced over at Roger who had his eyes on you. He let out a sigh, he could see the pain in your eyes, the despair they carried. He wanted so badly to free you from Zemo’s chains but he wasn’t capable just yet, but Roger knew, he would die if it came to it. “Goodnight,” he softly said, giving you a soft smile. 

Returning the smile, you made your way down the hall and into your room. Roger made you feel safe, even with his sudden outbursts, you knew he was different than the others. It didn’t take you long to get ready for bed, once your head hits the pillow, you were out like a light. 

The roaring of the thunder deafened your ears. You frantically looked around, spotting a man running through the forest. He carried a small child in his arms. You could hear the sticks and leaves crunching beneath their feet, it sounded so clear to you, their hand resting behind the young child's head. You began to run towards them, noticing the small child was a little girl, her eyes squeezed shut as she held onto the man with her dear life. Why were they running?

“Bucky!” You heard a woman yell in the distance. Bucky? You know that name. 

The man stopped in his tracks, you could hear them panting as their head whipped around, looking for the voice that was heard through the trees. His eyes landed on you, but he didn’t seem to react. It was as if he were looking through you. You looked behind yourself to see if anyone was there but all you could see was trees on end. You looked back over to the man, taking in his features as you stepped closer. Bucky. Wait. BUCKY. What was he doing here? Why was he carrying you? What’s going on? “Nat!?” Bucky yelled. 

Nat. You knew who it was, but you didn’t know them as Nat. No, you heard the name Nat but in your mind knew them as Mama. 

Bucky placed the young girl on the ground, “Natasha!?” He yelled out once again, he held onto her hand. 

“Papa?” She asked softly as she tugged on his hand. “Papa, I’m scared.” 

You were a few feet away from Bucky and the young girl. The young girl that must be Bucky and Nat’s daughter, the one they lost, but why were they in your dream? If this was even a dream. It sure didn’t feel like one. 

“I know, baby doll,” he said softly as he knelt beside the young girl. Baby doll. Why did that term of endearment give you so much emotion?

“Bucky, Run!” You heard Nat yell. A loud bang followed, and within a second, Bucky picked the young girl up and began running again. You turned around and noticed men running towards Bucky. 

Turning back toward Bucky, noticing the army of men surrounding them, creating a circle around the father and his daughter. Noticing a couple of men dragging Natasha towards the front of the circle. 

“Nat,” Bucky whispered. Pain panged his face, you knew that the family wouldn’t be able to get out of this situation. Bucky glanced towards the young girl, placing a soft kiss on the top of her before whispering something you couldn’t quite catch, into her ear. 

The young girl began to shake her head, “Papa, n-” 

“Shhh,” Bucky rubbed her back. “I promise,” he said softly. You were close enough to notice the tears beginning to form in Bucky’s eyes. “I love you, fiica mea.” 

“I love you, Papa.” 

Bucky then glanced over at Natasha, tears streaming down her face, “I’m the one you guys want, just take me! Leave them be!” She pleaded with the man in charge. 

He scoffed, “the Winter Soldier and the Black Widow. Two valuable assets. One for the KGB and one for Hydra. Fell in love and had a child of their own, a child that could show potential.” 

Bucky snarled at the man as he grew closer to them. “She’s off-limits,” he snapped, holding the young girl tighter.

The man smirked, glancing around. “Don’t you see, Soldat? You’re surrounded. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide.” He then cleared his throat. “Here’s what’s going to happen, Romanoff will go back to the KGB, finish her training whereas our Soldat will come back to our Hydra base, where he will be rid of these dreadful memories that you,” he pointed towards Natasha. “And your little pest,” he glanced over at Bucky as he tightly held onto his daughter, “ever existed.” The couple stayed silent, Bucky tried his best to quickly think of a plan. “Grab the child,” the man ordered. 

“NO!” Bucky yelled as he backed away from the men that began charging towards him. 

“Don’t make me do this, Soldat.” 

“I won’t let you take her!” Bucky yelled as he dodged the men. 

“страстное желание” (Longing)

“NO!” Bucky felt something inside him begin to stir. You watched from the side as Bucky fell onto his knees, you wanted to run over and help him but you knew it was no use. You were just an observer.

“Bucky!” Natasha yelled.

“Ржавые,” (Rusted) The man continued.

“I-I’m sorry, Nat,” He uttered as he let go of the young girl. 

“Papa!” She yelled as one of the men picked her up. “Mama!” 

“Y/N!” Natasha yelled, helplessly watching as the men dragged her daughter away.

You let out a sharp gasp as you sat up from your bed. Taking in your surroundings, you had been dreaming, but it didn’t feel as if it were a dream at all. You slowly got up from your bed, slipping on your slippers as you got off the bed. Making your way out of the room and down the hall. The lamp in the living room was on, meaning that Roger was still awake. 

“You’re still awake?” You asked softly as you made your way over to the couch. You sat down, pulling your knees to your chest. 

Roger sighed, “Yeah.” He gave you a small glance before placing the files that had been in his hands, onto the coffee table. “Why are you awake?” 

“I had a nightmare,” you admitted. “But it didn’t feel like a nightmare. I mean, I was scared, but it was as if I lived through it.” 

“A memory?” Roger said. A small trail of excitement in his voice. 

You shake your head. “That wouldn’t make any sense. If it were a memory then why was Bucky and Natasha in it?” You locked eyes with Roger, quickly noticing the distress in his eyes, the way they frantically moved from side to side as if they were trying to come up with an excuse and you knew right there and then, he knew something you didn’t. “What’s wrong?” You questioned. 

He cleared his throat and within that split second, the distress was gone. “Nothing,” he replied. 

“There was something in your eyes,” you whispered as your feet dropped down to the floor, you still sat on the couch. “Almost as if you knew exactly what I was talking about,” you mumbled, trying to piece it all together but everything just felt so hazy.

“I don’t know anything,” he softly says as he glances down towards his feet. 

“You won’t even look at me!” You raised your voice, causing Roger to flinch. “That just says it all!” Roger pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m here trying my best to remember my past but you already know don’t you?” He remained quiet. “Was this all part of Zemo’s plan?” 

Roger snapped his head up, his eyes locking with yours once again. “That’s enough,” he sternly said. 

“Tell me what you know!” Roger got up from his spot on the recliner, making his way over to the kitchen, you quickly followed behind him. “Tell me, dammit!” 

Roger slams his hand on the counter, “I can’t!” He yells. “It’ll ruin everything!” 

You scoff, “so it is part of Zemo’s whole plan, isn’t it?” 

Roger remained quiet. In his mind, he was trying his hardest to come up with a plan, trying to think of all the things that could go wrong if he told you right there and then. 

“And here I thought you actually cared about me,” you whispered. 

Roger’s face softened, “JJ-” 

“No, don’t,” you snarled. Tears welling up in your eyes. “Don’t call me that. It’s not my real name, the only name I know that might truly be mine is Widow’s Bite.” With that you left the kitchen, slamming your door as soon as you entered your room. Roger flinched at the sound, he couldn’t help but feel as if he had just lost. Slamming his hand against the counter once more, he had to figure something out quickly. 

~

Natasha changed into her pajamas, the thought of laying in bed and relaxing was sounding pretty good to Natasha right about now. 

Bucky walked out of the bathroom that led into the room. “There’s just something about tonight that I can’t keep to myself anymore,” he began to say as he began to change into some shorts and an old shirt. 

“What’s that?” Natasha questioned, she got under the covers in the bed. 

“There were no pictures on the wall,” Bucky said as he made his way to the bed. Natasha tilted her head in a confused manner. “When we visited JJ and Roger, I noticed there weren’t any pictures on the wall.” 

Natasha had not realized it when she was there, but thinking back on it now, she doesn’t recall seeing any photos on the wall. “Since we’re on the topic, Roger’s story about JJ’s mother doesn’t add up.” 

“What do you mean?” Bucky made himself comfortable under the covers before looking over at Natasha. 

“When we first met, we spoke and he mentioned that his wife had passed from cancer, and every time he’s mentioned her death, it was about her cancer. Last night, he said that she died in a fire.” 

Bucky pondered about it for a bit, lines beginning to form between his eyebrows. “Do you think JJ is in danger?” He asked. 

Natasha glanced over at Bucky. “I hope not,” she whispered. “Do you think we should do something?” 

Bucky shook his head “no, I’ll talk to JJ next week when we have our next training session.” Natasha gave Bucky a small nod. “But for now, let’s get some rest, we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow.” 

~ 

“You ready for this?” Natasha asked Bucky, he zipped up his boot before getting up to give a girlfriend a kiss. 

“More than ready,” he whispered. 

“They’re waiting for us at the helipad.” Bucky gave her a small nod, they both walked hand in hand up towards the helipad. 

“Was beginning to wonder where you two lovebirds were going to get here,” Sam commented as the couple walked into the quinjet. 

Bucky rolled his eyes and flipped Sam off. “I’ve been looking for you two,” Fury said, he motioned for them to follow him to a small area in the back of the quinjet. “I wanted to speak to you both before the mission.” 

“On what?” Bucky asked. 

Fury sighed, “please, sit down.” The couple sat down, Fury placed a folder full of files on the small table that was in front of them. Fury thought long and hard about this, debated whether or not he should tell the couple or wait for them to find out. But Fury knew, he was slowly losing the team’s trust, he knew by telling the couple this information, he would slowly gain that trust back, yet, he worried about their performance. “We were able to hack into Hydra’s system before they figured it out and kicked us out of their system,” Fury began to say. Natasha leaned over for the file, slowly opening it. “I wanted to investigate Zemos new-” 

“Oh my god,” She gasped, placing a hand over her mouth to stop the sob from coming out. 

Bucky leaned over to look at the file, spotting a familiar face. “That’s JJ,” he said in disbelief. He looked over at Fury, Fury’s eyes trailed down to his feet. He didn’t know how to break the news to the parents in front of him, he had practically raised Natasha as his own and seeing her in such pain brought emotion to build up inside him. Fury tried his best to push the feelings aside.

Clearing his throat, Fury found the courage to speak again. “No,” he began, “JJ is just a disguise that Zemo built. Her real name is-” 

“Y/N,” Natasha stated, her watery eyes never leaving the page that laid in front of her. The page that confirmed her daughter was indeed alive.

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AF2 Luca Prologue: The Distance Between Lovers

Luca has always been by her side. Even now that they are a couple…

~*Scene: Harbor*~

Luca: Yes, they really do have lots of quality products

Luca: Look over here, Ojou-sama! This magnifying glass is amazing. A handle like this is perfect for precision work. Ah, and this scalpel too…

Felicita: I’ll go look over there

~*Scene: Nordia Stall*~

Felicita: Wow… they have so many different clothes

Felicita: This is…silk? It feels so smooth

Neve: Miss…would you like to try it on?

Felicita: Huh!?

Felicita: Ah, sorry for touching it

Neve: …It’s alright…can I make some recommendations?

Felicita: ……

Neve: I’m Neve. I do fortune-telling here

Neve: I can use it to predict what customers would like to buy

Felicita: (A fortune-teller…like Mama)

Neve: Would you like me to, Miss?

Felicita: Yes please

Neve: Alright, then show me your palm

Felicita: Okay

Neve: …I can see…that you feel lost

Felicita: …!

Felicita: (How does she know what I’m thinking?)

Neve: …You have trouble…expressing your feelings?

Felicita: Y…yes

Felicita: (I guess the people whose hearts I’ve read before felt that way too…)

❤≪Neve≫

Person: This person…feels familiar somehow

Person: My husband…

???: My purpose is…

???: If I can see the future but still can’t find a solution…then I’m worthless

Neve: For you, I’d recommend…the clothes on this rack

Neve: Changing your clothes when you want to get a fresh start has been a good omen since ancient times

Neve: The clothes on this rack are in an auspicious place in our shop. Choosing with your heart, will help you become the person you want to be…

Felicita: Amazing…

Neve: It’s nothing. My husband told me that telling that to people who feel lost would help them

Felicita: ?

Neve: My husband…is the amazing one

(*smile) Felicita: Then, I’ll take this one…

Neve: …Of course. You can try it on too…

Felicita: (Now I understand how it feels to have your heart read by someone…)

Felicita: (I won’t use my Arcana powers. Gli Amanti told me that I don’t rely on its powers…but that’s not true)

Felicita: (I read that girl’s heart earlier to see if she was suspicious. I wouldn’t be able to do that if my stigmata was visible like Dante’s and Pace’s are…)

Felicita: (So…)

Luca: Ojou-sama? I’m sorry, I got distracted

Felicita: Luca

Luca: Ojou-sama, what clothes are you…

Luca: Felicita…that’s…

Felicita: I wanted a change of pace

Luca: But your stigmata…

Felicita: Yeah. I wanted it to be seen

Luca: Wait, Ojou-sama. That’s not how a proper Regalo girl should…

Felicita: Luca, please listen

Luca: ……

(*step)

Felicita: !

Felicita: I’ll pay for it first

Neve: That’ll be 400000 Lira (TN: about $250 USD)

Felicita: Luca, the money

Luca: *sigh*

Luca: If you like it, then it’s a present from me

>But, since I wanted it…

(+10 Amore)

>It’s not yours though…

(No Amore)

Felicita: But, since I wanted it…

Luca: Ojou-sama…

Luca: …*laugh*

Luca: But I’m happy spoiling you, Felicita

Felicita: Okay…

Luca: Since you want it so badly, then I want to make you happy

Felicita: …Thank you

~*Scene: Harbor*~

Felicita: That was an interesting shop

Luca: Yes, it was

Felicita: I think we would have found out even more if we had looked around longer

Luca: Oh, that’s right Ojou-sama! There was something else I wanted to talk to you about

Felicita: What?

Luca: This

Felicita: !

Felicita: Report it to Papa

Luca: Understood!

~*Scene: Mondo’s Office*~

Mondo: These are…

Felicita: Luca found them at the store that the Nordia merchants set up at the harbor…

Luca: I inquired about where they obtained these, but they didn’t know and store owner was absent at the time so we’re reporting it to you first

Sumire: It seems we can’t just ignore this…

Mondo: No. Luca, Felicita

Mondo: Here are your orders. Bring the merchants to the mansion tomorrow

Mondo: We must ask them…why they have a Tarocco identical to ours…!

~*End of Scene*~

(Continue to Common Route December 2)

(Back to Directory)

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Kristoff’s Favorite Christmas Present

Rating: G

Words: 4583

Verse: Canonverse

Pairing: Kristanna

Summary: Anna has a plan to give Kristoff the best present of all time. Naturally she must enlist the help of her magical sister and twin daughters.

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“I’m sorry—you put the peppermint where?” Anna gasped, stopping her frantic Christmas present rearranging to stare wide-eyed at her daughter.

Two-and-a-half-year-old Iduna’s lower lip curled as she whispered, “Reindeer’s nose?”

“Reindeer…” Anna furrowed her eyebrows. “Sven’s nose?”

Iduna bobbed her head up and down, and Anna couldn’t help but laugh despite feeling mighty sorry for Sven.

“Duna!”

She shrugged. “He was hungry!”

Anna laughed again, dropping to her knees to explain calmly, “Hungry means you should put the peppermint into his mouth, not his nose. Nose is for smelling. Mouth is for eating. Let’s get this sorted out, okay? Why don’t you go with…” Anna’s eyes scanned the entire room for somebody—anybody—to lead this expedition, but they all looked more than busy.

Her heart skipped a beat when she saw Kristoff. The reminder that he was only minutes away from opening his Christmas present was enough to send an excited tingle down her spine.

Her wonderful husband had his arms full carrying their other twin, Asta, while also trying to balance Elsa’s presents. Anna could hear Asta’s adorable squeal, “Papa, papa! Booger tastes gingerbread-y!”

Anna chuckled. Oh, Asti…

For fear of spoiling everything prematurely, Anna had to look away, thus noticing that only one person—well, snowman, appeared not otherwise occupied. Smiling widely all the way, Olaf hobbled around the room, greeting everyone he saw with a wave of his twig arm and a repeated “Oh, I just love the holidays!”

“Olaf!”

“Oh, hi, Anna! Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas! Hey, can you take Iduna to find Sven? I think he might have a peppermint stuck up his nose…”

“Gotta put mouth! Sven hungry!” Iduna reached out to grab Olaf’s hand.

“Gotcha!” He said, giving Anna a wink. “Why, hello, Princess Duna. Looks like we were both on the nice list this year?” Olaf gestured to the mountains of presents under the tree. Each member of the family had a different wrapping paper color to help differentiate the gifts. Olaf’s, for instance, was blue, centrally featuring several friendly snowmen. Both Iduna and Asta, however, had already opened their presents when they woke up at the literal crack of dawn. The carnage of red and gold wrapping paper now sat in massive piles in the corner of the ballroom.

Iduna let out a high-pitched laugh. “Ya!”

As Anna watched them walk away, she let out a sigh. Still so much to prepare… and she started to feel so nervous and excited (hah—nervecited) all over again.

Her eyes drifted to Kristoff once more and then all the butterflies in her stomach unleashed themselves at once. She needed to look away. Nervecited. Yup. Still couldn’t look at Kristoff. Noted.

“Els!” Her sister, instead, provided the perfect distraction.

“Yes, Anna?” Elsa was working diligently on her ice sculptures, finishing up the last details of the ice sleigh she loved featuring as a centerpiece.

“Are you—you know what we’re gonna do? You know the plan?”

Elsa smiled. “Yep. I’ve got it.”

“Okay. Good—great.”

“You feeling all right?”

“Yes, actually. Just—”

“Nervecited?”

“Uh-huh.”

Elsa gave Anna a gentle nudge. “You don’t have to wait much longer, you know.”

And then Anna sighed. “It feels like I’ve already waited too long.”

“Why don’t we get on with it, then?”

“Okay. Yeah. Okay. That’s a good idea. Why wait anymore, right? We can… we can just go for it. Celebrate! He’ll want to celebrate, right? We’ll all celebrate?”

“Definitely!”

“Definitely, right! God, I’m so excited! Wanna grab the girls? I sent Iduna off with Olaf to find Sven and fix his nose—"

"Fix his—?"

"And once they’re back—”

“Oh! They’re here!”

Turning around, Anna saw her daughter and Olaf quickly approaching, both of them moving about in a clumsy pattern due to their collectively short legs.

“Mama!” Iduna called. “Sven love peppermint—no hungry more!” Anna giggled as she picked Duna up and snuggled her.

“Thank you for doing that, sweetie.”

“Welcome, Mama!”

“I’m happy that he loved it,” Anna said. Afterwards, Iduna tightened her hold on Anna and snuggled in close, popping her left thumb into her mouth and sucking gently. Anna kissed the top of her blonde hair.

“Shall we get started on our present for Papa?”

Iduna’s head nodded a couple times.

Okay—it was time. Nervecited. But now, way more excited than nervous.

Just one more twin to round up…

“Asti!”

She heard a little bit of a moan or a groan or maybe even an excited squeal and turned to see Asta stuffing her face with most, if not all, of the chocolate from her stocking. Her mouth was so stuffed that barely any sound could make it out.

There was also heaps and heaps of melted chocolate on her hands and her cheeks and her lips. She was a chocolate mess.

But Anna loved it. She didn’t even mind when Asti took her hand and all that melted chocolate squished between them.

“We’re gonna give Papa his present, okay?”

“Mmm!” Her mouth was still so full of chocolate.

Elsa soon joined them next to the tree, bouncing up and down in her own excitement. She took Asta’s other hand.

“Okay!” Anna shouted. “It’s time to finish opening presents!” Excited, excited! Nervous—nervecited. Excited! Anna’s mind and heart utterly couldn’t pick an emotion today. “Kris, you’re next!”

He strolled toward her with an amused smirk, kissing the twins’ foreheads before bringing in his wife for a tender smooch.

“I told you not to get me anything,” he said as he snaked an arm around her waist.

Anna laughed. “Oh, hush! You know we’d never listen to a request as ridiculous as that!”

“Besides, Kristoff, you’re gonna love it,” Elsa explained. “Right, Anna? He’s gonna love it?”

“You’re gonna love it,” Anna confirmed.

“Okay,” he said, kissing his wife yet again. “I’m intrigued.”

Anna absolutely beamed before handing Iduna over to Elsa. Elsa immediately placed her gently on the floor next to her twin. Iduna looked up at her aunt with her big cerulean eyes and kept sucking on her thumb.

The three of them—Elsa, Iduna, and Asta—then formed a circle. Elsa got on her knees, trying to remain at eye level of the two-and-a-half-year-old twins. She whispered something into both of their ears, and they smiled. Iduna freed her thumb from her mouth.

“Remember what I told you yesterday—think really, really hard about what you want to do. Picture it in your head. Concentrate… on what you want to create and how much you love your mama and your papa.”

“Auntie, too!” Asta added.

Elsa hesitated. “Oh—I… if you want to think of that, too, then—yes. You can… you can think of Auntie Elsa, too.”

“Love you!” Asta squealed, making Elsa blush.

“And I love you, too. Both of you!” Elsa booped the girls on their noses and they giggled. “Okay—are you ready?”

Both Asta and Iduna nodded and joined hands. To harness the full strength of their magic properly they needed to share it. Either they used their powers together or one relinquished the powers temporarily to the other. It’s a twin thing. And given their May Day birthday, their power must be spring themed…

Branches came to life, flowing across the room with an elegant choreography. The branches weaved together to form the shape of a wicker bassinet. The twins controlled nature—springtime nature—the earth, really. Flowers, dirt, trees, the like. The other side of Elsa’s powers.

As the girls finished their bassinet, Elsa swirled her own hands together to create the final touch—a baby made out of permafrost and ice, connected to the twins’ creation. Complete with a lovely semi-circle arrangement that allowed this piece to hang on a Christmas tree.

Ta-da, Elsa gestured. “It’s an ornament!”

“For you, baby,” Anna added as she gave her husband a slight nudge.

“Auntie Belsa! Up, please!” Iduna reached her hands out to Elsa, who happily lifted her up. Somehow, Elsa and Iduna looked more like twins than Iduna and Asta did. Truly the only key difference was that Iduna had slightly darker more-Kristoff-than-Elsa blonde hair.

Meanwhile, Asta plopped down to the floor to start licking chocolate off her hands and her face. She had more of the Kristoff genes—kind brown eyes and a fierce nose. But her face was still covered in Anna’s freckles.

“It’s beautiful,” Kristoff said. “I love that Elsa taught our daughters how to use their powers to make this.”

Anna sighed. If he hadn’t mentioned… did he really not get it? Or … was this an actually a super dumb idea akin to those first few supposedly impossible charades hints that Elsa and Olaf couldn’t get?

Kristoff gave thankful kisses to his daughters and a gracious hug to his sister-in-law. “I mean it. Elsa, you’ve clearly taught them so well. They already have such good control over their powers.”

“Well,” Elsa shrugged. “They’ve got a lot of love in their lives.”

Okay—fine. Time to push a little more. Anna urged, “Sooo, what do you think this ornament is?”

Kristoff looked at her curiously. “What?”

“Like, what’s… what’s in the ornament? What’s the theme? Who’s the baby?”

“Oh—well…it’s a nativity ornament, right?”

Both Anna and Elsa exchanged confused glances before bursting out into laughter.

“What? This is … baby Jesus, right?” Kristoff continued. “The nativity… it’s Christmas.”

Elsa buried her head in her hand and Anna groaned, clarifying, “It’s not a… it’s not a nativity ornament…”

“I can see why you’d think that, though, Kristoff,” Elsa said. “Because, well, it is Christmas. We probably should’ve given this a bit more thought.”

Anna’s heart skipped a beat. All right. Time for Plan B.

She scurried to the tree and pulled out a present wrapped in Kristoff themed red reindeer paper. “Here. This one’s from me.”

Kristoff gave it a couple hearty shakes, then he ran his hands along the creases. “Feels like a book.” Next he brought it up to his face to take a closer look. “Looks like a book.” And, finally, sniffed it. “Smells like a book.”

This was it. The present was obvious—clear. No room for misinterpretation this time.

Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod it was about to happen.

“OPEN IT!” Anna yelled, unable to contain her excitement anymore.

He tore off the paper quickly and started smiling at a black leather notebook. “Thank you, baby. You know I love a good notebook.”

“There’s something inside, Kris!” Anna eagerly explained. “You should read it.”

Giving his wife a curious look, Kristoff opened the notebook.

The second he allowed himself to read the words written in Anna’s script, his jaw dropped.

Baby Bjorgman Number 3

Week 8: Baby’s the size of a kidney bean

-Feeling great overall! Shocker!

-Little bit of nausea when smelling onions

-Truly disgusting amount of saliva in the mouth. Need to spit every 2 seconds

-Kinda tired? Maybe? From baby or from queen things?

-Super weird, vivid dreams about Sven dancing in a tutu. Like, every night.

He was silent—in shock. When he looked up, finally, Anna beamed at him. “See, it wasn’t Baby Jesus. It was—”

Before Anna could finish the thought, she flew in the air. Kristoff lifted her up and twirled her around—his signature move.

He had done the same when she told him she was pregnant the first time, and it meant so much to Anna that he was just as excited this time around.

As Kristoff brought her back to the ground, he kept his hands around her waist and then drew her in for a tender yet passionate kiss. One of his large hands dropped to her stomach to caress her nonexistent baby bump.

“Our little bean!” He kissed her again. “This is the best Christmas present I’ve ever—and it’s even more special since you, Elsa, and the girls worked on this together. With the magic and the ornament, and, obviously, the journal you made.”

“Yay—good! I thought this would be fun! You know—since we surprised Elsa last time, I thought it only fair we return the favor. Really get you good.”

He smiled and said, “You got me real good. I had no idea, honest. I can’t say I didn’t hope but I still didn’t expect it. I take back what I said about not wanting anything for Christmas. This is what I wanted. This is everything I ever wanted.” His hand still rested protectively on Anna’s belly. “How long have you known?”

“Barely a week! I thought I was just late or stressed or something since I’ve been feeling really great, honestly. Maybe this means there’s only one baby this time?”

Kristoff laughed.

“So, you’re happy? You’re excited?”

“Of course, Anna,” he said. “This is the best Christmas present I could ever ask for.”

Tears actually shot out of Anna’s eyes. Her husband was quite literally the perfect human.

Kristoff kissed her again, and he felt it too. Honestly just as emotional as his wife. On the brink of tears. In reality, he had hoped this announcement would come soon. The doctor told them to wait until the twins were at least two before they started trying again, but on their birthday, Anna and Kristoff had decided at least was a useless phrase. Two years would be plenty.

And now, seven months later, their third kid was on the way… 8 weeks on the way already.

When Kristoff pulled away, he suddenly remembered that he and Anna weren’t alone.

“Elsa, I—thank you, again. It means… it’s so much more special now that I know.”

“You’re welcome! It’s been fun to plan. I knew you’d be thrilled.”

Kristoff smiled so genuinely his eyes crinkled. “You know me well. When did you find out?”

“She told me when I got here a few days ago. Well, she said that she thought maybe, but didn’t know for sure.”

“Once the doctor confirmed everything, we started planning this.” Anna had wanted to really surprise Kristoff this time around. She was so anxious and excited and enthusiastic the first time it was nearly impossible for her to keep anything to herself. It all started when she got that weird headache a week before her monthly cycle was due. From that point on, she told Kristoff everything, in great detail. This time, all of her thoughts, feelings, and emotions about being late but without any of her previous symptoms remained barricaded in her mind and her mind only. She really had convinced herself it was nothing more than stress. But even still, given the other-more-exciting thing was definitely a possibility, she had to keep mum. Because she really wanted to surprise him—do something special. And, conveniently, Christmas had been just around the corner.

It shocked Anna that she made it this far, honestly. A perfectly kept secret.

“And you told the twins too?”

“Yep. I told them… although not too sure how much they really understand what’s going on,” Anna laughed. They really did look as confused as ever. “But whatever—I still wanted to make sure our little cuties were involved! And Elsa kept saying that their magic lessons are going so great, too, so I wanted to see!”

Kristoff reached down and took Asta into his arms. She had wholly cleaned herself of the chocolate. Sugar-high very much imminent.

“Asti, you’re gonna be a big sister! How does it feel?”

“I have sister!”

They all laughed.

“You do have a sister. You have Iduna. But this summer—uh, when exactly did they say?”

“Mid-July, probably. Maybe late July. Maybe early August,” Anna responded. “Toss-up between Cancer and Leo baby!”

“Ooh right. That’ll be interesting,” Elsa said. “Honeymaren said she wanted to help me with a full astrological reading whenever you have your next baby. We’ll have some thinking to do before this summer.”

Anna legitimately squealed. “Aww, that’s nice of her! How fun! I love your readings, Els.”

“Thanks.”

“So, wait. Anna, you’re really feeling okay?” Kristoff sounded stunned. Granted, he had to watch her throw up everything she put into her mouth (other than chocolate) for the first almost 15 weeks of her last pregnancy, so his shock was more than founded.

“Uh-huh! It’s super weird. Disorienting, honestly. I can eat real food and not have to worry about tossing it back up later. Although now that I said that I bet it’ll all change and I’m gonna have to throw up all the—ugh, I’m totally jinxing it, aren’t I?”

“Nah, honey. There’s no such thing as a jinx.”

“You’re talking to someone who has a fifth spirit sister, a talking snowman best pal, and also twin daughters with special earthy springtime nature powers,” Anna deadpanned, so much so that Kristoff chuckled. “There are totally such things as jinxes, husband. Totally, totally.”

She was probably right on that one.

“Well I know you’re—ah, guess I shouldn’t say that, with the jinx and everything—but, um, even though you’re—” Kristoff gestured and made noises that sounded like he completed the phrase with ‘feeling great’ without actually saying the words. “But, what would you say if I started up my chocolate collection again?”

“Um, well, obviously I would say the only thing I can say which is… bring it on, baby! I’d love some chocolate. Chocolate sounds amazing right now. Honestly I was about to lick it all off of Asta’s hands until she licked it off herself.”

This got Asti’s attention. “More chocolate?”

“Chocolate for Mama this time! And maybe we’ll save some for you, too, soon-to-be-big-sister.” Anna said while giving Asti’s blonde hair a good ruffle.

In the meantime, Kristoff’s eyes darted quickly to the hutch in the corner of the expansive ballroom and he eyeballed the collection of silverware, trying to locate his favorite chocolate-making spoons. He couldn’t help but note the fact that one of the spoons is distractedly off-kilter. He smirked. “Asti, wanna come with me to get some chocolate, love?”

“Mmhmm!”

And then they were off.

Anna looked around curiously for a second before turning back to Elsa. “Wait, wait, wait, wait. Where did Olaf run off to? Was he even here when Kristoff figured it out?”

“I have no idea.”

“Duna, have you seen Olaf?”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Olaf!” Anna called out. “Olaf, are you here? Are you anywhere?”

Nothing.

But then, soon enough, they heard the pitter patter of snowman feet on the wood floors. “I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming!” He was going as fast as he can, holding onto an extremely shoddily wrapped present.

He stopped in his tracks, right in front of Anna, took a bow, and then held up the present to her face. “This one’s for you! And Kristoff!”

“Oh! Thank you, Olaf,” Anna said, taking the present into her hands. “When’d you run off?”

“After you gave Kristoff his gift.”

“Oh—so you—”

“Anna! Chocolate!”

Anna snapped to attention when a bar of sea salt dark chocolate barrels toward her face. She caught it with her left hand thanks to some kind of crazy reflex she didn’t even know she had. “Thank you, husband!”

When she gave Kristoff a gracious look, she noticed that Asta was sucking on some more chocolate. All right. Super, super crazy sugar-rush now even more imminent.

Olaf skipped toward Kristoff. “I have a present for you!”

“Oh, uh—”

“I’ve got it here, Kris,” Anna explained, holding up said present.

“Great!”

Kristoff put Asta down and stood next to his wife, helping her tear open the present. Upon removing the crumpled wrapping paper, a marvelous creation revealed itself.

Adorable blue knit booties. Baby-sized.

Both Anna and Kristoff’s eyes widened to a saucer-like degree. Kristoff started, “Olaf, how did you—”

At the same time that Anna added, “Did you make these yourself?”

“Yup! Made them yesterday—oh boy was I excited when I overheard you and Elsa talking about the new baby! And now I know that babies come from eating a special pie thingie from the trolls, and that they start off really tiny inside you and then they’re born after a really, really long time. And when they’re born, they have little feet that could get cold! So yes, I made these,” Olaf said proudly. “And by the way, I did such a great job keeping the secret—but it was so hard. I told so many rocks and trees and snowballs in the forest. And a couple fish. Oh, and maybe twelve puffins!”

“Those puffins. Surprised they didn’t come blabbing,” Anna joked, giggling. “Well, thank you, Olaf. These are adorable and it’s so sweet that you worked so hard to make them! Baby’s gonna love them. You’re right, they’ll be perfect for keeping baby’s little teeny tiny feet so nice and warm. But, wait… since when do you know how to knit?”

“Just something I’ve picked up with my old age.”

Kristoff raised his eyebrows. “Old age, huh?”

Entertaining Kristoff zero, Olaf narrowed his eyes and waddled closer to Anna. “So the baby’s still really tiny, right?”

“Yes! You could tell if the baby were bigger. Remember last time the babies grew a lot before they were born?”

“Oh, yes, I do remember,” Olaf said. “It looked like you ate Sven!”

Laughs all around.

Then, Asta toddled on over to her snowman best friend. “Play, play with Olaf!”

“I would love to play with you, Princess Asti!”

Iduna started squirming in Elsa’s arms, signaling that she, too, wanted to play. Elsa set her down carefully and Iduna’s legs propelled her toward Olaf at warp speed.

“Hello again, Princess Duna.”

“Olaf!” She ran to give him a hug. “Play!”

“Why, yes, I’d love to play with you too! This is so much fun—playing with the twin big sisters! What should we play?”

Asta started, “Ring around rosie!”

And Iduna chimed in at practically the same time, “Olaf says!”

“Hmm. Both wonderful games! And I bet we have time for both. What should we start with?”

“Ring around the rosie!”

“Olaf says!”

“Huh. A stalemate. How can we solve this? A dance off?”

The girls giggled.

“Or can I choose the order?”

They both stared blankly at Olaf.

“Ring around the rosie first! Sorry, Iduna. We’ll play Olaf says next, okay? And I’ll make it extra special just for you, future-big-sister.”

Asta jumped in the air and ran around in probably twenty circles in excitement. The chocolate evidently hit Asti right at that second.

Eventually, they positioned themselves for game time in the middle of the ballroom, leaving Kristoff, Elsa, and Anna alone by the tree.

Kristoff took this as his opportunity to cozy up to his wife. He usually wouldn’t do this in such a public space. As much as he loved physical touch and affection, he was never one for PDA in the usual sense of the term. But something about today felt different. Something about this whole wonderful and exciting situation felt different.

Immediately he dropped to his knees, and then two large hands grabbed Anna’s still-small waist. First, he ran one hand along her stomach, and then he planted gentle kisses on the place that would grow over the next seven months.

Anna giggled and blushed. She always loved when he did this. It made her feel even a pang of regret that she worked so hard to keep the possible pregnancy a secret. Because she missed out on four weeks of this…

But seeing his wide, surprised, ecstatic eyes… and witnessing their daughters working to make this surprise present happen made it all the worth it. They’d still have time for this. Now, even—now was the perfect time.

And it was, clearly. Kristoff felt it, too. He cooed, “Tiny bean baby. Not Sven sized—bean sized. I love you, baby bean. Papa loves you.” His voice got pretty high-pitched and sing-songy when he spoke.

Of course, Elsa heard from Anna that Kristoff tended to speak a little differently around her—their cutesy nicknames only one example. But witnessing it firsthand made Elsa smile a smile unparalleled in sincerity.

Bringing in Olaf’s booties close to her heart, Anna blushed in pure delight, cherishing them as much as she cherished the moment.

Kristoff continued making faces at Anna’s stomach, putting his ear against it, and speaking in high-pitched whispers.

This visual was far too cute for Elsa and she felt the emotions getting ready to pour out of her.

“I’m so happy for you two! Really—I said this all to Anna the other day—with tears and everything, but you’ve both been so wonderful to Duna and Asti, and it’s clear to me, given how they already have such a good grasp on their powers. I guess I did have control somewhat when I was younger, but then it got worse, when, uh—” She hesitated but then cleared her throat. Not wanting to go down that road tonight. “But you two. You’re really doing well. You’re great parents. You’re meant to be parents.”

This made Kristoff stop what he was doing and run to give Elsa a nice, big hug. “Thank you.”

“Yeah, Els,” Anna agreed, walking over to put one loving hand on Elsa’s shoulder. “That means a lot to us. Like, a lot a lot. We were just two fools who knew a lot about being alone. And almost nothing about childrearing.”

“Your heart’s so big, though. You… you always had it in you. Both of you.”

Anna laughed and Kristoff hugged Elsa tighter. PDA-mode very much activated. “Hope this’ll hold true once we’re outnumbered.”

“You won’t be outnumbered,” Elsa explained. “You’ve still got Auntie Belsa.”

Anna automatically felt tears welling up in her eyes. One cute little line from her sister and she was off to the crying races yet again. “Thank goodness—we’re so lucky to have you.” Okay, it had gotten worse. Anna was practically a hyperventilating mess of tears at this point. Barely able to get out the sentence without a sob in between each word.

Then they heard a chorus of rambunctious squeals from the twins and an enthusiastic yelp from Olaf. Their attention focused on the middle of the room.

They gasped.

Iduna and Asta had created floating roses that hang above their heads as they play the game, and each of the three held their own bouquet of roses in their hands.

When Elsa said they had good control of their powers, Anna didn’t quite think she meant this. Without Elsa’s coaching, even.

They watched as the roses swelled in time with their singing

Ring around the rosie

A pocket full of posies

“Posies!” Asti yelled. “In pocket!”

With two swirls of her hand, posies appeared. Both Asta and Iduna stuffed them into their dresses. Olaf positioned a couple on his head. The girls laughed at that sight.

Seeing this, Anna sighed, lovingly and longingly. “They’re perfect.”

“And another perfect one’s on the way.” Kristoff smiled and rubbed her belly one more time for good measure.

“Wow,” Anna gushed. “Next year there’ll be three.”

“Outnumbered,” Kristoff added.

But Elsa huffed. “Not outnumbered!”

“I can’t wait!” Anna squealed.

And she couldn’t. They all couldn’t.

Because this Christmas was absolutely everything they could've wished and hoped for. And naturally, all their future Christmases, complete with a gaggle of three or four or five-hundred Bjorgman children, would be just as perfect.

With its open gates, full hearts, and an even fuller castle.