#stop making the eldest(s) in your ''''found family'''' the parents!!!!!

[jankillbride]

There is something to be said about the fact that half the time, marginalized characters end up being the "normal" ones in fanon when that is so clearly not the case.

[dreamerschroniclesofstories]

I love your work I got a request for Tommy Shelby

So you are tommy daughter or the youngest Shelby sister and u are 2 years old

And Arthur or John or Finn is looking after u and u get sick and tommy’s not home at the moment so she just cries until he gets home no matter how hard the others try to console her and then when he gets home and he holds you stop crying and fell asleep hope that make sense

Hey love! Of course i can do this request for you!

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Summary: request above.

{Y/N}: Your name.

Word count: 1,023.

Once Finn was born, the Shelby clan felt like the family was complete, they hoped their parents would stop having children since they were barely looked after by them.

However, just under two years after Finn Shelby was born, [Y/N] Shelby entered the world. The second daughter of Arthur Shelby and youngest sister to the Shelby brothers.

Since she was born, she had a handful of health issues, ranging from constant illnesses to developmental delays. This caused her to look younger then she is and resulted in Polly becoming very cautious of going outside with the young girl. When [Y/N} was taken outside, Tommy and Polly would make sure she had on at least three layers.

However, the winter had been brutal on the young girls body, it had snowed for the first time in ten years in Birmingham, and like any other child {Y/N} wanted to go outside and play with the the playful swirling snowflakes coming down from the sky. Polly knew it wasn't safe but the young girl was growing and seeing snow in Birmingham was a rare occasion. She let {Y/N] go outside for ten minutes.

Two days later, Polly had regretted that decision. Polly had woken up that morning expecting the young girl to be awake in her bed waiting for her aunt to take her downstairs to make her breakfast. Instead Polly had found her niece still asleep curled up in her bed, from where Polly was standing she was able to see {Y/N]'s skin glistening with sweat.

The middle aged woman immediately walks away from the child's room, going to Tommy's room and knocks on loudly, knowing her nephew would be awake, Polly opens the door " get dressed and go to the doctor down the road" she demands.

Tommy stood up quickly, puling on a pair of his tailored trousers then followed by putting on a shirt " {Y/N] again?" he asks, he knew it was for his sister but asked anyway.

" i don't know whats wrong with her yet" Polly uttered, her voice full of stress and panic.

Polly rushes back over to her nieces room, walking over to the young girls bed, wrapping her arms around the fragile body of her ill riddled body of the youngest Shelby.

{Y/N} small mouse like voice breaks out from her throat "pol" she whispers, her voice cracking, squirming slightly. The young girl was uncomfortable, the warmth from her fever coming through in bursts, her night clothes soaked in her own sweat.

The sound of Tommy leaving his room followed by the sound of the front door opening and close less then a minute later reassured Polly that help would soon be on the way.

Three hours later.

It had been hours since Tommy had left the house, he had not come back. {Y/N]'s fever had gotten worse as the hours past, Polly had given her several cold water baths to try and bring her fever down but nothing was helping.

The sickly young girl had become distressed, her wailing voice filed the small Shelby home. Her brothers and aunt doing everything they could think of to comfort her.

" Don't hold her like that Finn, that will just make her more upset" the eldest Shelby brother barked at his youngest brother.

Finn was holding his sister under armpits and arms length away from him. " shes contagious"

Arthur grumbles and stands up from the dinning room table, stalking towards his siblings, taking his sister gently from the arms of his brother. " You're a Shelby Finn, you've got other things you should be more scared of" Arthur points out.

The eldest Shelby, holds his sister, his hand on the bottom of her back whilst his other arm sat under her legs to support her weight, The young girl lays her head on her brothers shoulder hiccuping as she cries.

" where is bloody Tommy" Arthur grumbles, looking towards Polly as she walks out of the kitchen holding a cloth. The older woman walks over to Arthur, gently wiping the cold cloth against the forehead of the sickly looking child.

" He's coming Arthur, doctor is probably busy with other children sick from this weather"

" Other children aren't {Y/N} pol, she could di--" Polly quickly interrupts Arthur.

" don't be ridiculous Arthur" Polly hissed.

However, Arthur wasn't wrong and Polly knew this, her niece was already weak from birth and the doctor had warned the family that {Y/N} could die from becoming ill, its just the matter of what will kill her and when.

Luckily, the sound of the front door opening and shutting filled the chaotic family home of the Shelby's. Footsteps clunking towards the room filled with hiccups, coughs and wailing.

The sight of Tommy Shelby was a relief for Polly but when she didn't see the doctor her stress levels turned up a notch. Tommy takes his cap off followed by his jacket.

Tommy walks over to his older brother, Arthur transferring his sister over to him " the doctor will come in a few hours, he is full today with other patients" Tommy explains.

Polly runs her slender fingers over her eyebrows, sighing " her fever isn't breaking Tommy, shes making herself worse by crying" his aunt vents.

The sight of the most feared Shelby rocking his youngest sister as she holds one of his fingers wasn't a rare sight for the family, since {Y/N} was born it was clear her and Tommy had bonded incredibly quick and nothing could break that bond.

The house slowly began to become quiet, the occasional hiccup and cough appeared, Tommy sits on the couch, his sister slowly closing her eyes, her body relaxing for the first time since the morning.

Polly laughs and shakes her head, putting her hands on her hips. " i should have known" she smiles.

Finn frowns and looks towards Polly " known what?" he asks, oblivious.

Polly grabs a cigarette from her metal case and uses a match to light it, then sits down at the dinning room table for the first time since waking up.

" All she wanted was her Thomas".

A/N: Hello again, i apologise for the long wait for this, life has been hectic and i had no time to post anything but i finally have time to post on here! i appreciate all the Reposts, Likes and Comments.

[irishmammonagenda]

Hi! Can i request MC with older brothers (i have four older brothers 😂) who are very protective of their little sister, and reaction of demon brothers, when MC wants to introduce them to her siblings?

hiya! ofc u can, im so sorry this is so late i saw it in my askbox like a week a week ago then forgot about it 😭😭 and then went away for easter and forgot abt it again😭😭

grma for the ask <3 fic dividers by @cafekitsune

MC With Older Brothers-Obey Me Brothers x Reader

When you had first been transferred to the Devildom, the inital shock of the new environment, the fact that demons and angels were actually real, the fact the fact that magic was actually real had made you forget about the reactions of your family back home upon realising yoou had just disappeared without a trace. It took you around a month to even remember, after the shock had worn off, and you had stopped living in survival mode. You hastily travelled to the Demon Lord´s Castle, and requested a formal visit to your family.

They were livid. Relieved but livid. Your parents, who were workaholics hadn´t noticed until around halfway through the second week. Your older brothers however, noticed the first day. And oh boy, did they want answers.

Going through Barbatos' portal was never a truly pleasant experience, although it wasn't unpleasant either. It was like that feeling in the pit of your abdomen when you're pushed too high on a swingset, but to a lesser extent. It almost looked like stars as the insides of the vortex falshed before your eyes before fading to reveal the park that you grew up near.

The reds and oranges of the leaves shone sparkling against the reddening sky with the morning dew. The early birds chirped, diving for worms, leaves fell gently down to the ground. You made your way home.

The familiar white door stood out like the gates of the Celestial Realm, your own personal paradise, everything you knew before the rug was pulled under you. You tried the doorhandle. Locked. Sighing, you looked under the entrance mat for the spare key and unlocked the door, walking into the hall. You had entered the kitchen and saw Evan, your second eldest brother making a sandwhich.

"Hiya!" You greet him. "Whatcha makin', Evs?"

Evan, who had just picked up his plate turned around and dropped it, his jaw slacked open, eyes wide. He stared at you, not even caring that his sandwich had fallen. "Y-you…where the fuck have you been?!"

"Uh...I-"

"Y'know what? Don't answer that yet." He steps away from you, moving out of the kitchen to the base of the stairs. "Sammie! Ben!" Evan shouts a few times, before hearing a pair of 'what?!'s back. "Get your asses down here now!"

Soon enough, reluctant thuds sound from the top of the stairs, getting louder as two of your brothers thunder down the stairs, you gulp. Lord Diavolo, you were in for it now.

Samuel appears downstairs first, the baggy MCR shirt he always wears to lounge around half hidden by his stained jacket. Ben follows soon after, phone in hand, no doubt open on the game he had been testing out. They both stall when they see you, Ben trips, and starts to fall, taking Samuel down with him.

“I-…MC..” Samuel swallows thickly. “W-where have you been…”

Ben parrots this.

You gulp. Adam—your oldest brother—would no doubt be the worst. And he wasn’t even home yet!

When Adam, your oldest brother did return from his date with his girlfriend (as you found out), he had demanded answers, and a hug. You try to explain it away, saying you found a scholarship at a college in another country, you must've just forgot to mention it! Silly you! Atleast that's what you were telling your older brothers, they didn't need to know you were taken to hell and the scholarship wasn't too far from the truth!

"Why didn't you visit? Or call? Or anything?" Was a question you heard parroted back to you multiple times.

"I...uh...it was just the craziness of it all....I forgot to call..." You rub the back of your neck. "I had to get a new phone anyway..." You say, giving them your number. It was a reasonable excuse. They couldn't exactly argue with it.

Samuel grabs your hand, the rough callouses of his fingers comforting. Permanent dents from his mastery of the guitar, he swings your arm back and forth, reminding himself that you're not in a ditch somewhere. "As long as you're safe...."

Evan huffs, Adam stares at you, eyes following your every move, he grumbles, "You're coming home every holiday you can. And calling us regularly. No more dropping off the face of the earth."

"Haha alright!" You laugh nervously, he didn't need to know that you technically did fall off the face of the earth.

"And I want to visit this College." Adam adds, Evan nods in agreement, as do the two younger of the brothers.

Shit.

Ben stretches, before sitting forward. "So tell us all about your dorm. Got any roommates?"

And boy, did that cause a few heated discussions. Though in the end you got away pretty much scott free. Though you had to visit bi-monthly, and call atleast bi-weekly.

On one of these bi-monthly visits, you'd decided to bring one of your 'roommates' along with you....

Just how would that go?....

LUCIFER

"Oh?~ Care to repeat that, MC?"

It had been a busy day in the Devildom for the Avatar of Pride. He was finishing up on paperwork when you came into his office asking him to come to the next visit to your brothers with you.

He acts a bit cocky over it, with his signature smirk and all, but agrees almost instantly.

Despite the fact that you asked HIM to meet your family, and that he was feeling quite flustered, he still somehow managed to make your cheeks burn and make you feel much more flustered about the situation.

"Hi everyone, this is Lucif-Lucius...! He's one of my roommates!"

"Lucius?"

"...My parents were Greek."

"Yeah, Ben, his parents were Greek don't be racist."

Lucifer relates to Adam on the sole basis that they're both the eldest, though he does feel second hand embarrassment anytime said brother would do anything a little too like him.

Overall its a pleasant time, your brothers were quite charmed by the Avatar of Pride, and it makes your pact mark buzz.

Lucifer fights the urge to place his palms over his face and re-contemplate his entire life and every single action he'd ever taken as he watches Adam, your eldest brother, lecture Samuel, the youngest of your elder brothers. The older man is glaring exasperatedly, Samuel hides his hands in his pocket, clearly uninterested. You watch on and feel a sort of deja vu, so does Lucifer. Does he seriously look like that when he gives out lectures? No wonder his brothers are so unruly! You pat his back from where you both sit on the sofa, he glares at you, though there's no bite to it. The second hand embarrassment is very strong.

MAMMON

"WHA- ehem...I-i mean of course ye'd want te intreduce yer b-brothers to the great M-mammon...!"

If Mams has a tail it'd be wagging like a helicopter propeller thingy.

You want HIM to visit your family?!

He's super tempted to go back and buy the engagement ring he'd saw in a jewellery shop window when shopping now!

He had been too nervous at the time....was he moving too fast...?

He's a nervous wreck, all the way there he's muttering things you can't understand in irish (gaeilgeoir mams agenda)

You can pick up the word 'focáil' (fuck) being thrown about a lot.

What de ye mean MC? He IS calm! Calmer than the sea on a stormy day...but thats still sort of calm!

The name Mammon isn't really known to anyone outside of the occult, so he doesn't change it.

"Mammon?" Evan says raising a brow, "What kind of a name is that?"

"He's Irish Evs don't be racist."

"Oh."

The dinner is quite awkward, but in the end, he somehow manages to win over your brothers.

and hey, if Ben gets more donations from people when he streams, Adam gets more costumers for his personal training, and Samuel and Evan get promotions at their jobs, well he didn't mean to! Honest!

Mammon sits at the dinner table with about as much nervousness as a schoolboy waiting outside the principal's office, he answers every question with a stutter, and tries his best to remember his table manners, your brothers are eyeing him suspiciously, until a clang sounds through the small kitchen, you had dropped your fork. Mammon perks up, happy to be 'useful' to you, "I'll get it!" and he practically dives down to get the utensil before washing it off and giving it to you. Your brothers relax slightly, deeming him too whipped for you to truly be a scumbag.

LEVIATHAN

"You want ME to WHAT?!"

bros panicking more than mammon☠️

Are you sure you want a stinky smelly otaku like me to-😰😰😰😰😰

It takes ages to calm him down enough, then he just feels flustered.

This reminds him of an anime with an insanely long name!

When you arrive at your house, he's so fidgety and nervous someone give this man a hug (dont he'll scream)

You introduce him as Levi, no one bats an eye to that one, hooray!

the atmosphere is very awkward until he notices the sticker on Ben's phonecase.

He finds out that your brother is a streamer, MC how could you never tell him?!

its a lot less awkward a lot more nerdy now.

"O-oh well I see where you're coming from, the mechanics and graphics on the game were great, but the lore needed work!" Levi says, stuttering far less than you'd expect him to. Ben nods, "I mean, I just kind of stayed for the boss fights, but yeah the lore was a bit..." He makes a face. Leviathan leans over, eyes sparkling, you admire them freely, normally he'd notice by now and be too flustered to continue talking. "Yeah! It had so much potential! But it just seemed so rushed!" You look around the room, Adam and Evan are conversing amongst eachother quietly, whilst Sam is trying his best to follow the conversation that Levi and Ben are having.

SATAN

"Oh? I'd be honoured..."

He's giddy, you wanted him of all of his brothers to come with you? Take that Lucifer!

This reminds him of when the love interest brings the protagonist to meet their family!

He reads up on the scenes as a sort of revision, though his natural charm is going to win them over anyway...or maybe not...

"Hello my name's Satan." He reaches out to shake Adam's hand.

Adam swallows, "Satan?"

Satan chuckles, having made a rookie mistake in his nervousness, "My parents were...devout satanists...I've had a hard life..."

Samuel pats his shoulders, "Oh you poor thing..."

He's honestly quite the gentleman, your brothers quite like him, despite his 'unfortunate' name.

"So S-satan..." Adam begins, "What was it like growing up with Satanist parents?" Satan sets his for down, "Oh, not as bad as one would think..." he quickly bullshits, "I did grow up in a very gothic style house though.." Your brothers nod, Evan intterupts, "So did you ever sacrifice any cats?" Satan grips his knife tightly, you feel rage bubble up in his pact mark. "No, satanists--atleast sane satanists--don't do that..." "Oh right..." Evan raises his hands in defense, "Just curious." "Oh no you're fine..." He says smoothly.

ASMODEUS

"Oh my Devil!~ I'd love to!"

Posts about it to his devilgram.

He's geniunely honoured, and sososososo excited.

"Hey guys, this is Asmodeus!"

"..Asmodeus?"

"...His parents are french..."

"Poor thing..."

ofc he wins them over, who do you think he is?

Adam loves him now, and Asmo is his goto for relationship advice.

Adam growns, looking at his phone, you give him a knowing look, "Trouble in Paradise?" "I forgot about our anniversary coming up! It's tomorrow!" He looks geniunely stressed. "There's no way I can get a restaurant reservation in time!" He says, stressing about his upcoming anniversary, it was his turn to do something. He didn't want to disappoint his girlfriend. Asmo shrugs, "So don't." Adam looks at him incredulously. "Excuse me?" "Don't go to a restaurant...the weather forecast says it'll be nice tomorrow, do a picnic or something." Adam gapes his mouth, breathlessly replying, "Yeah that could work...that could work..." A day later, Adam rings you, the picnic was a success! He demands Asmo's number.

BEELZEBUB

"Oh? Yeah MC I'd love to." :D

He's a little bit nervous, but happy that you asked him to go

Plus there's food involved.

Things that are important to you + you + food? He's in heaven (figuratively, last time he was in heaven he got thrown out, literally thrown)

Overall he's really sweet, has to eat a lot before he gets there so he doesn't accidentally eat one of your brothers.

"Hi I'm Beel."

"Beel?"

"He's Russian Evan, don't be racist." You bullshit, Beel looks at you, then smiles because he's looking at you :D

Your brothers love him, he's such a gentle giant.

Beel smiled happily, "This food is amazing." He says, closed eyed smile. "Thanks!" Evan grinned, "Cooked it myself!" Samuel scoffs, "No you didn't you microwaved it." Evan hits him over the head, "Shut up." He grumbles. Beel smiles again, they remind him so much of his own brothers.

BELPHEGOR

"No."

"What do you mean no?" :(

"I'm not going."

"Please."

"No."

"Pleaseee."

"Still no." He groans, putting his pillow over his face.

"I'll just have to ask Lucifer then..."

He jumps up. "Like fuck you will...c'mon, we have a family dinner to attend."

As per usual he is a bastard.

The waling talking definition of a bastard.

Your brothers hate him at first, but as the night goes on, they find out he's actually kind of funny.

"This is Belphie!"

"Belphie?"

"He's Russian don't be racist." You lie.

"Poor thing."

Belphie glares at you.

Belphie groans into his pillow, finally home, he drags you and pulls you onto the bed. Holding you in a vice like grip. "I'm never doing that again." He says tiredly, using you as a teddy bear to go to sleep. Bastard.

im experimenting with post designs :D

'gaeilgeoir' means irish speaker, i've seen it spelt other ways tho

[asvterias]

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝟣: 𝖬𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖲𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗌

Series Masterlist || The Cast || Next Chapter

chapter warnings: mentions of being homesick, getting attacked with a baseball, minor cursing, and minor injuries

chapter pairings: lynn loud x black!fem!reader, bailey!family x bailey!reader, friend!natalie x friend!reader

tag list: @sheluvv-jen

word count: 2.0k+

author’s note: the first chapter is done, how are we looking so far guys??? pls don’t be silent, i crave feedback!! i just realized that this is probably one of the fastest times i’ve ever written.

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Growing up with a therapist for a mother, you were taught to genuinely express your emotions daily, so naturally it came in handy for your personal use in the future. You spoke strongly against moving from Chicago to restart your life elsewhere in a small town called Royal Woods. But, your parents were so adamant about moving that even your poor attempts were deemed useless.

You weren’t alone in this dispute, your siblings agreed with you, not wanting to leave their life behind. Sadly, your house was already resold so there was no turning back.

In Chicago, you were highly known, well mostly based on your family’s background, but nonetheless, you had a few real friends there. A week before officially leaving your childhood home behind, your friends hosted a goodbye party in honor of you. You appreciated the party planned by your friends and enjoyed the celebration to the fullest.

However, when it was time to leave, you couldn’t find yourself to do so. Maybe it was all of your lingering memories which danced around your mind that trapped you in there. You remained in your bedroom longer than intended, soaking in the lack of joy that your bedroom once vibrantly held.

Your room was completely empty, and all of your belongings were stored away in their respective boxes, probably already shipped to the cargo.

“[Name], stop daydreaming, and come on, we have to leave in 10 minutes!” Your older sister Cass shouted.

Inhaling sharply, you begrudgingly pulled yourself off the bed and left the room, not once looking back.

The plane ride was 3 hours long turning it out to be a complete drag. You slept throughout the whole plane ride and were rudely awakened by your sister, Maddy when you landed.

Despite being jet-lagged, you still made your way to the car and snuggled yourself in a seat. The car ride was smooth for the time being, everyone found themselves occupied with little mundane activities.

Of course, your mom was the first to cut through the silence, often being optimistic. “Come on, girls! It’s great to start anew.”

Your mom tried to make the moving a good thing but was desperately failing at so. Perhaps she should stop trying so hard and accept the negativity for a change.

“Oh yeah, mom. I don’t think us starting anew is doing any of us any good.” Madison intercepts rolling her eyes. “Just take a look at Queen Righteous over there.” She irks her head towards your other sister who was blatantly checking herself out in her hand-size mirror.

“That reminds me, how long are we staying in this town?” Cassandra emphasizes as she starts to file her well-manicured nails.

There was a beat of silence followed along which made her look at mom with a piercing glint in her dark brown eyes. Who was gonna tell her?

“Oh didn’t you hear, dear sister? We’re here for a couple of years so possibly by the time I graduate high school.” Your tone was laced with pettiness, taking in the glory of watching Cassandra’s face fall.

She blinks in astonishment. “She’s kidding, please tell me that [name]’s kidding, mom!!”

“It’s not that bad, you’re overreacting.” Your mom reassures her eldest daughter. “Think of it as a vacation.”

“Yeah, a long-term vacation…” Your dad chirps in the conversation.

You lightly scoff at your parents’ logical explanation, clearly not swooned by it, and put back on your headphones, purposefully ignoring them.

“Overreacting is not the word that I would use.” Madison murmurs with a small smirk. Cassandra closes her eyes, leaning her head against the headrest, clearly irritated at the turn of events.

With a defeated sigh, your mom turned around, giving up on trying to lighten her daughters’ mood.

“You should’ve kept quiet.” Your dad chastises.

Amari scoffs. “Oh shut up, Ben.”

Being tuned out of the world by your songs, you stared out of the car window, observing the town sights. You were impressed so this town better bring the best.

By the time, you reached your new house, it was already nightfall so being introduced to your neighbors was out of bounds anymore. Getting settled into your new home was a hassle, but surprisingly your family managed to make it work.

For dinner, your dad had ordered two pizzas which everyone devoured within seconds. Guess the car ride wasn’t provided with a sufficient amount of snacks to fulfill the hunger.

The remaining of the night consisted of everyone rummaging through their name-based boxes and unpacking basic necessities. For you and Madison, it was partially school related as well. After a rough hour and a half, your parents called it a night and sent everyone off to bed.

The following morning flew by in a breeze. After completing your morning routine, getting dressed, and eating breakfast, it was already 7:45.

To be honest, the journey to school wasn’t as boring as you expected. Once you reached on school grounds, you were introduced by the principal to another high schooler who would be showing you around the school.

Approximately 5’3 and having sensible fashion taste, you were met with your tour guide. She was showing off a beautiful shade of fair caramel with medium-length straight black hair to complement her slender body. She wore a colorful polka dot short-sleeved shirt with denim jeans and black converse shoes.

“Hi, I’m Gabriella and I’m your school tour guide.” She warmly greets you with a wave of her hand alongside a vibrant smile.

“Hey, I’m [name].” You introduce yourself with a small smile before pointing to your sister, “And this is my sister, Madison.”

Your sister gives a small nod of her head in acknowledgment at Gabriella. The perky girl ushers both of you into the school gates. Gabriella gives you and Madison a tour of the school, sometimes adding necessary details about specific teachers that will get you in their good books.

She was kind enough to briefly answer your inquiries regarding the school.

Throughout the tour, Gabriella made certain attempts into becoming your first friend in the school, and you accepted it with a smile. You decided to exchange each other’s numbers on your phones to keep the great bond over messages as well. You had thought that it would take you multiple weeks to gain a friend, but you had underestimated yourself.

Lunch rolled around just in time for the school tour to finish and Maddy had ditched you a long time for new friends.

“Okay, I’ll go get our lunch and you go find us a bench,” Gabriella suggests with a wide grin. The ravenette disappears and left you on your own before you had a chance to speak.

You sigh heavily as you surveyed the surroundings of the lunch areas, clutching onto the handful of books. It was a huge campus, there were many spacious areas to hang out by. Being too invested in finding a certain spot, you failed to notice that you were near batting grounds.

All of a sudden a ball comes flying at you, leaving no time to react and move out of the way. Surprisingly, the ball was directed at your wrist instead of your face.

You’d figure that in a sense that was a better approach. Rather get hit in the wrist than the face. Great thinking!

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!!” You exclaimed, flinching at the impact. Tending to your injured wrist as the ball and your books hit the ground with a thud.

The echos of running feet weren’t fully comprehensive until you looked up and noticed a brunette girl. She was pretty if you were to say so. The girl wore a red baseball cap with her hair styled up in a ponytail and matching colors in her baseball outfit.

“Woah, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean for that to happen.” The brunette girl apologizes before her eyebrows furrow in confusion. She removes her baseball cap revealing her face before mildly pointing to you, “I’ve never seen you around school before, are you one of the new girls?”

“No, it’s fine….and yes I’m the new girl,” you replied.

She greets you with a rough nod of her head. “Ok cool, my name is Lynn. Lynn Loud, what’s yours?” Her voice was raspy but oddly welcoming.

“[Name]…Bailey.”

“Come on, I’ll take you to the nurse’s office.” she offers, picking up your fallen books.

You dismiss the brunette girl with a shake of your head and hastily retrieved your books back from out of her hands, unwilling to rely on codependency. Although your response was unintentionally rude, Lynn brushed it off and kept the conversation going.

“It’s the least I can do.” She attempted, wanting to provoke a verbal reply from you. This time, she looked right into your eyes wanting to observe more closer and intimately.

“Y’know for someone who’s injured, you sure don’t like accepting help whenever you receive it.”

Resisting the urge to end this conversation with a snarky comment, you found yourself eventually staring right back into her eyes, and for some reason, you felt flushed under her gaze. You awkwardly shifted on your feet as you attempted to maintain eye contact, seemingly ignoring the fluttering heat in your stomach. Her gaze was so intimidating yet mysterious, and you were curious to discover the meaning behind it. It was unusual for you to get easily flustered, especially to a girl who you just met mere minutes ago.

Luckily, Lynn was the first to break eye contact but her eyes wandered carefully analyzing your facial features. Taking you by surprise, she gently held on to your broken wrist, her attention diverted.

The brunette girl sits you down towards the nearest bench accompanied by a cool shade.

“How bad does it hurt?” her fingers trail around your right wrist, thoroughly searching for the stimuli. “Do you feel any swelling or bruising?” Knowing that Lynn was persistent on getting you some kind of medical attention…you kinda admired her for that trait.

“Didn’t take you for a doctor, baseball girl.”

She chuckles, “Neither did I.” staring back at you, a smile still adorning her face, “But if a cute girl coincidentally gets accidentally injured, I’m obliged to check on her and see if she’s alright.”

Unknowingly, a grin was plastered on your face to which Lynn reciprocated back. She had an endearing charm to her smile and her dimples were just an—

“Ow!” you exclaimed in pain, which brought you out of your train of thought. Despite not pulling away from instinct, you allowed Lynn to cradle your area of discomfort without making such a huge fuss.

“I think that I found it!” She cheered, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm while still being cautious about your well-being. Oh, you would have found her excitement so sweet but the current throbbing pain disagreed, desperately needing to seek professional help.

“Fine…but maintain a distance, don’t want anymore more unnecessary injuries.” She finally lets go of your wrist and puts your books in your bag before zipping it close.

Her confused expression made a smile slightly from upon your lips but your pointed playful gaze gave you away. It was adorable watching how it finally clicked in her mind and she sends you a sincere smile, her dimples poking through her cheeks.

“I’ll try my best.” She jokes, nudging you with her shoulder, content with your playful banter. Lynn slings your bag over her shoulder and helps you off the bench as you both head toward the nurse’s office.

Perhaps it could be the start of a second amazing friendship today.

© asvterias, 2023. please do not plagiarize any of my works.

[goatswithtoast]

2.5, Morro's continuation.

All that training, all that hope, was for nothing in the end.

Morro felt cheated. He was the one to put in the effort. He was the one who had triedtrained with the scrolls. He would be able to handle the world's problems. Lloyd couldn't do that, he was too young and small.

He couldn't even bring himself to see Lloyd off. Not when he knew it should've been him. So instead he ran. He was sure it would all be a mistake, that Lloyd would have to come back when he realized that he wasn't the Avatar. So Morro went to hide. They would come looking for him when they needed him to save the world.

Garmadon, Wu and Misako were all sad that Lloyd had to go, and go so early in his life. But they knew it had to be done. They knew Morro was upset, they just assumed it was about Lloyd having to leave. (Though one of them saw a familiar bitterness in his eye when he was given the news)

After an hour of not seeing him anywhere, they found his room empty. A search team is quickly formed and spreads out to find him. They search high and low, and then higher again incase he took a bison with him, but eventually Garmadon spots him sulking in the branches of a tree. In trying to coax him down, Garmadon hears all the "It's not fair"s and "He didn't even try"s and "I wanted it more"s that come with all tantrums. But he understood. He had used them all himself before.

Seeing he was loosing the battle, Garmadon climbed the tree to Morro's branch. He could see the anger and resentment in the boy, but he could also feel the bitterness and fear laying underneath.

"Do you remember who my father was, Morro?"

"Of course I do, he was the Avatar... why?"

"People expect a lot from children of the Avatar, especially the eldest. If you were a child of the master of all four elements, then surely you would be a master of one."

Morro looked confused

Garm sighed "When I started bending, I was already a late bloomer. They joked that I was saving my strength, that I would grow to be a prodigy. But... I wasn't. I turned out to be an average airbender who had to study and practice for years to master my element"

He looks again to Morro, who's nodding along, having heard how much work and effort was needed to be a master from him for years.

"When Wu was born, he was bending practically from day one. He was a real prodigy. He trained with me when we were children, and ahead of me as young adults. He got his tattoos first and travelled the world while I was still training. He was an Avatar's child. I could've had any normal parent for all I had to show... I felt destiny wasn't being fair."

Morro looked away, shame filling his features.

"It took many years," Garmadon continued "but I was eventually able to see that I didn't need to be the best fighter or bender to be great. I could be the best father and husband to my family, or the best teacher." He nudged Morro with his shoulder, who was staring intensely at the leaves of the tree.

"What I'm telling you," Garmadon explained in true teacher fashion, "is that we aren't always great at the first thing we set our minds to, but we do find greatness in other places"

Morro looked to him and Garmadon smiled. "Morro, you are such a talented airbender and such a determined boy with years ahead of you still. You will find your greatness soon. I know it." He gave Morro a quick side hug that was returned with one so strong it threatened to push him out of the tree. Morro then bounded off the branch, stopping his fall with a burst of air. He looked up to Garmadon who was still sitting up above.

"I've made up my mind. I taught Lloyd loads of the things he knows, which basically makes me better than him, and if I could teach the Avatar, I'm going to be the greatest airbender of all time!"

Garmadon sat bewildered on the branch. "I just said abou- you know what? Nevermind." He jumped down from the tree and landed beside Morro. He placed a gentle hand on his shoulder to guide him out of the forest.

"Let's get you back home."

Part 1 (Nya, Zane +Kai) | Part 2 (Lloyd) | >Part 2.5 (Morro) | Part 3 (Meetup) | Part 4 (Cole) |

[marzley]

condolences and death; a sunshipduo fan au

created by @kawabeloved @marzley and @gardentoms

s!guqqie is the eldest daughter of seven to the king and queen of merfolk. she loves all her sisters dearly and often lets herself be pushed into their shadow. on her 18th birthday guqqie, as the royal firstborn, must complete a historic tradition to prove she is worthy to inherit the throne. the oldest sibling must kill the youngest. but she refuses and is banished to a frozen ocean where time moves differently.

s!aimsey is the youngest child of a wealthy and successful family. each of their siblings names are known around the world for a variety of different accomplishments. aimsey isnt like them even if he wants to be. his parents and siblings didn’t think he had what it takes. she wants to sail the world and adventure alongside her best friend and first mate s!michela. so he does. one morning the two pack what he can, buy a boat, and set sail.

guqqie makes a home for herself in the ruins of an abandoned sea temple. she’s completely alone for 4 years.

aimsey and michela travel for 4 years. they make friends, faced enemies, camped on beaches beneath the stars, drank, and even placed bets on who would perish from the adventures first. or at least they did until a sudden storm in the middle of frozen waters crashed their ship.

after michela gained consciousness she searched for her friend day after day after day. it had been a month until michela and the mysteriously undamaged ship return home to ask aimseys family for assistance in finding xem.

guqqie didn’t know if it was curiosity, stupidity, or loneliness that caused her to investigate the crash. but after pulling a mysterious two tailed(?) creature ashore she realized it was a mix of all three.

when aimsey woke she immediately started searching for michela. she was no where to be found and their ship had lodged itself halfway into an iceberg.

guqqie hesitantly introduces themself to aimsey and asks him “what are you?”

“uh,” he stutters out, “a human? what the hell are you?!”

then it clicks for her. “a human. i-i’ve never seen a human before. merfolk prefer the deep ocean anyway but occasionally travelers would return with stories about the ones with nets. because of the whole war with the guardians we decided to just leave them alone, this is amazing!”

“wait, mermaids?“ he steps closer to the water and guqqie splashes her tail. it reflects a multitude of silver, purple, and blue hues.

“holy shit. you’re a mermaid.”

the two continue talking and their conversations flow in such a natural way. aimsey talks about michela and his shipwreck. he needs to rebuild his ship and find her but they don’t mind spending a little time with the pink haired mermaid. the pit stop would give him plenty to write about in their adventure log. guqqie doesn’t really understand why aimsey is so desperate to find their friend but she doesn’t question it at first.

on day two guqqie helps search for supplies to fix aimseys boat with. while at work aimsey takes the opportunity to learn more about merfolk.

“so the other day you mentioned a war.”

“mhm. merfolk and the guardians have been at war since I was a child. it’s been so long I think both sides don’t even remember what their fighting about anymore. the temple-“

“hold on, did you say guardians? man I haven’t heard that name in forever.”

“what do you mean?”

“those things are fucking ancient. went extinct like 30 thousand years ago.”

guqqie went silent. she had been here four years. it wasn’t possible for guardians to be extinct before she even arrived. unless time moved slower here…

she wasn’t a fool. over the next couple of days guqqie began asking aimsey just as many, if not more, questions about his home. specifically the past.

after a full week they share the first kiss. aimsey continues to write in her adventure log and work on the ship.

"what's your greatest wish?" s!guqqie asks one night as s!aimsey works on fixing his boat, s!guqqie keeping him company into the late hours.

s!aimsey laughs. "i'm a sailor, darling. i've told you this already."

"that's not what i meant," s!guqqie frowns, tail fluttering in the low tide. "i didn't ask what you Are, i asked what you wish. what's the one thing you've always wanted?"

s!aimsey's teasing grin falls away as he pauses, his brow furrowed in thought. "i guess what i want most of all-" he finally says. "- is to be remembered. to feel like my time here meant something, yknow?"

s!guqqie frowns. "i remember you. isn't that enough?"

s!aimsey laughs again and presses a kiss to s!guqqie's temple. "of course, darling. what else could i need?" (italics above written by kawa @kawabeloved)

—

“i bet michela’s lookin’ for me,” s!aimsey remarks, “i should find a way out of here so i can tell her i’m alright.”

it’s been a few weeks since he’d become stranded in s!guqqie’s temple - for the two of them, at least. but time passes differently here, and the siren knows it.

“i- i don’t know if that’s a good idea,” s!guqqie replies, warily.

s!aimsey’s brows furrow. “the ship seems to be in much better state, guq. people are probably wond’rin where i am.”

“i just…” the siren begins, “i don’t know if you’ll like what you find.”

“what?” the sailor asks, a pit growing in her stomach. “what do you mean?”

“time is strange here,” guqqie explains. “a short time in here, in my temple, is much longer out there.”

“what?!” aimsey splutters, “why didn’t you tell me that before?”

“i- i didn’t think it mattered!” guqqie exclaims

“things like that don’t matter to me, to my people. so i- i thought it would be okay, at first. sirens live forever. time isn’t of any concern to us. but you’ve told me so much about humans…” the girl trails off, unable to meet the sailor’s eyes.

silence weighs heavy on them.

aimsey grits his teeth, shaking with sadness and anger and grief and regret. “you thought it would be okay?” he all but snarls accusatorially, “you didn’t care to ask? didn’t care to tell me? did you do it on purpose, because you didn’t want me to leave?!”

“i-”

“no,” aimsey interrupts, tone dark and biting. “no, no. you did it on purpose. you couldn’t stand bein’ lonely in your little temple anymore with no one to care about you and nowhere to belong. you wanted me to be trapped here with you forever, didn’t you?”

guqqie trembles.

“no,” she breathes, “no, aimsey, i never meant to hurt you i promi—”

“well it’s a little late for that!” aimsey snaps. “what are you going to do now, force me to stay?”

a part of guqqie breaks when they hear those words.

“no,” she croaks. “i would never do that to you.”

all aimsey does is laugh, bitterly. “might as well,” he replies, “you’ve already done enough.”

“aimsey, i-” guqqie calls, but aimsey has already walked away. (italics above written by lua @gardentoms)

the sailor returns home. the first grave he finds is his mothers. next to her in the rest of his family including generations he would never know. he also found michela’s grave. deep down he knew she spent the remainder of her life looking for him.

the mermaid waits on the very iceberg her lover crashed. she was so terrified of aimsey leaving so she erased that option. and now he's left her forever. maybe her real punishment wasn’t being alone but rather being without him.

after learning everyone he loved, expect for guqqie, had died aimsey didn’t know what to do. he couldn’t stay but he couldn’t go back to guqqie. he wouldn’t be able to face her. he writes his final journal entry, grabs a bottle of whiskey, finds a cave, and waits as he withers away.

guqqie i’m still on the iceberg. she’d be there the rest of her immoral life staring west as the horizon. the direction she last saw his boat. west, where day after eternal day she watches their sun settle over the water.

sirens and sailors were a cautionary tale that everyone knew.

their song lures you in, so beautiful that you are unable to turn away. so beautiful it’s deadly. but if you listened close enough you’d realize the melancholy medley wasn’t actually singing…it was sobbing.

it’s not a song that lures you in, it’s the story behind each wail. the sound fills sailors ears with unbearable sadness that they all end up jumping overboard.

[privmu]

DEXTER SUE SYLVESTER

AGE: 33

BIRTHDAY: January 1st, 1991

RELATION: Adopted sibling

TYPE: Solo

GENDER: Cis man

PRONOUNS: He/Him

ORIENTATION(S): Homosexual

FACE CLAIM: Assad Zaman

JOB/SCHOOL

JOB: Financial expert and accountant for SuePerStar Athletics

ALUMNI?: Alumni

ABOUT

Scientists estimate that 109 billion people have existed over the course of Earth’s history. 109 billion people who have drawn their first and last breaths on this great planet, each with a story of their own. Some more interesting than others. But of all 109 billion of those people, only one of them has had what it takes - the gusto, the fortitude, the cheekbones - to be the oldest child to a legend in the making. Dexter Sue Sylvester. The pleasure is all yours.

Born in Bangladesh and adopted soon after, Dexter has seldom wanted for anything. His mother did try to give him a father figure, just to fill the spot on his adoption paperwork, but the guy was barely worth remembering and died in a mysterious honey badger incident just after Dexter’s first birthday so it’s irrelevant (until he’s inevitably able to milk it in his yet-to-be-written, Pulitzer-winning memoir). Most of his childhood was spent sitting in on his mother’s practices, internalizing her cut-throat work ethic and learning early on that settling was for losers.

Home was a different story. He’s been known to act ruthlessly when the media insinuates things about his family, taking on a protective role as the eldest child and oftentimes keeping his siblings from the brunt of the accusations. On one occasion during an in-home interview, Dexter made tabloid headlines at 9 years old for biting a reporter who accused his mother of virtue-signaling with her adoptions. There have been many who assume that Sue’s parenting is similar to her coaching practices. Ruthless, devoid of empathy, a breeding ground for chaos. This, as Dexter has stated many times to varying degrees of success, is far from true. Sure Sue’s high expectations were made clear at an early age, but there was also an unspoken understanding that they would never be asked for more than they could give. The Sylvester children were already destined for greatness by merit of being the Sylvester children. The love and care fostered within the family just isn’t something that most outsiders are deserving of.

Maybe this went to Dexter’s head a bit. Maybe. It’s true he lacked any inherent athleticism despite his mother’s attempt to get him involved as a child. And sure his boldness had a tendency to be off-putting when it came to socializing, limiting the number of close contacts he had growing up. There was a briefly lived modeling career that didn’t make it past high school due to his insistence that he knew his angles better than the photographers. But Dexter has always had a head for numbers, and the wherewithal to get things done no matter what. He found his niche not in his mother’s main line of work but in the finer aspects of her clothing company. He had a knack for finding the most lucrative accounting solutions that just so happened to reduce the number of workplace violations, so the Better Business Bureau could stop breathing down their necks. Getting his degree in finances and accounting was truly a no-brainer.

Plus, on a rarely seen sentimental level, Dexter finds a level of calmness when it comes to numbers. For all that it helped shape him into the person he is today, the high adrenaline environment of his youth could often be overwhelming. He wouldn’t tell his mother that, or any of his siblings, or anyone outside of the therapist he was court-mandated to see for 12 sessions following the biting incident. He did feel a kinship with Cady Heron when she spoke about her love for math, how it’s the same in every language. There’s no need for a grey area that could be misinterpreted, potentially putting his family on the cutting block yet again because someone on the outside can’t look past their own idea of right vs wrong. Numbers will always have a solution, he will always be able to support his answer without questioning so long as he did his job right. If he just keeps doing things right, it’ll all be fine. It’s fine.

But enough of that introspection. Dexter is too smart and too pretty to say any of that out loud. He graduated from college with his undergraduate degree and quickly got to work reshaping his mother’s financial portfolio. The only reason he’s not been put in charge of the entire department is because his mother wants to first prove that the current head is stealing from them. But that’s another story. For now, the important part is this: Dexter is exactly where he’s supposed to be. He’ll continue to help keep his family in a carefully-documented lap of luxury, reap the hedonistic benefits of his pedigree, and go on the occasional Twitter-rant to defend his last name, all while desperately clinging to some semblance of control. Like I said: it’s fine.

[spardas-last-braincell]

Vergil would have assumed it would be a couple of weeks or at least months once more before seeing hide of the other devil. So he easily forgot their interaction the next morning when having to very awkwardly deal with an understandably upset child at the loss of their pet. Hit's different when it's your own child crying rather than someone else's.

Their parent/s in question on the other hand he held back in wanting to break their teeth in for accusing HIM of doing anything. Ugh. Ungrateful. What do they want him to do? pay out? Not like that would bring back a loved pet, they hardly seemed upset if not inconvenienced.

Other than that agitating morning, life moves on and special deliveries were not going to end up at the customer's front door on their own. Well they probably could but that would freak out half the people in said area from "haunted packages" floating around the sidewalks. As if Vergil wanted a huge headache dealing with terrified gossiping grandmothers and overly touchy single (sadly most of the time not really) mothers. Those same ones have made Vergil wish to burn up into ash on the spot from their blatant flirting. One shudders to wonder what inhuman thoughts go on behind those fluttering eyes.

But on this particular chilly day, Vergil had built up some downtime so he could bond with Little Nero without anyone else distracting him. No offense to his found family, let him have this. Lil on the other hand, surprisingly, wanted to go on a stroll after being bored of playing. AKA have his 'ma' carry him around for most of their none adventurous adventure around this slum dogged city.

Another reason for them to be about was that the eldest Sparda twin had promised to treat Lil for his slow going but successful efforts. Which leads them into a random cafe Vergil had never stopped in before, though their little hellspawn pointed out. Lil had accomplished his ability to fully walk on his own... WITHOUT giving Vergil a damn stroke so it's not like he could take back his word and tell him they do have things at home to make instead.

So imagine Vergil's own mute shock and horror to see Sid only a couple of customers away. While both are very aware of their surroundings, the pale man had been distracted via child, while Nero just smelled something nice inside. Feeling like a deer caught in the lights of a semi, Vergil skillfully suppresses that urge to hiss out a knee jerking reaction to snarl at another devil being in his facility (in this case them in Sid's) with a heavy glare and gritting teeth.

If he was not radiating the embodiment of "DEATH", anyone could have passed him for any other civilian in the hunter's domestic style of clothing. Well if not for him being tall and all natural white hair. While he gets a few concerned side eyes from customers, said clingy son on the other hand hardly feels threatened. If he did- well we really do not want to think about that now do we?

Currently latched onto Vergil's black pant leg, Lil Nero pokes his red tinted chubby baby face from under that "casually" styled long coat with interest. Only staring at that small display case before he took notice to the odd smelling man staring right back at the adult above him. Hard to believe this little adorable tot was half of Vergil with those big purple hued blues and that cute puffy fox ear hoodie jacket he was wearing. Tiny waves, sort of unaware of the beast he is holding onto was NOT happy to be here. But as long as Ma isn't hurt or crying Nero hardly cares right now. He's hungry!

Sid looks off to see if he can find something more interesting to point his glare at. Only there is naught but rubble and trash from his tussle with the transformed pet.

And then... that was the end of their little spat.

Or so he'd thought.

The hooded devil didn't know what he should've been expecting in earnest. That they'd cross paths for another time, facing each other or some other monster threatening their way of life? He'd look down at the drink in his hand, adding oat milk to it. Even after a couple of days, he was still sort of miffed about it. Well, what would the odds be, Redgrave was a fairly large city and he figures the man in blue would be off doing better things rather than stopping by the small time cafe. Popping the lid on next, he glances down at the foam cup and walks over to the counter where people go to collect their drinks. He calls for a Leliana, and smiles briefly as a short girl walks up to his side.

"Enjoy", he nods before he takes his step back, waiting to get the next order placed as people flit about. It's cozy environment, and as much as he didn't like having to deal with certain customers it was still sort of relaxing.

He sighs through his nose as he busies himself with the brown visor on his head, adjusting it a bit higher when something stark catches his nose. It's a bit spicier than what he's used to smelling around here, did someone spill the cinnamon again-- no--, Sid pauses as he glances up at the crowd of the quaint coffeehouse. Say it ain't so... his nose wrinkles when he picks up another scent sharing its likeness. So he's brought company huh? A bit ballsy to hunt him down during the daylight hours, but if they're going to settle this once and for all, they're going to have to take this outside.

But that's the funny thing.

Because as soon as he finally finds the head of white, he is pleasantly surprised by the smaller one at his side.

[seoafin]

there's no medicine (for falling in love)

pairing: gojo satoru x fem!reader word count: ~5.8k warnings: pregnancy, children, typical clan drama and misogyny, domestic fluff???? rating: T (read on ao3)

s: gojo satoru talks to his children and several things are revealed.

Riko’s eyes are red-rimmed and puffy when you finally see her. Hiroto sits next to her, face set into straight, emotionless lines. There’s a plastic cup of water in his hands, held out to a hiccuping Riko.

It worried you once, your eldest son who seldom spoke and smiled even less. You wondered if you had done something wrong, unknowingly damaged him in a way only you and your lack of parental experience could. Riko had been an easy child, full of smiles and laughter. The occasional altercation with Satoru, and tantrum here and there, but underneath it all was a strong willed personality that could outwill the best of them.

Both their faces light up upon your arrival and your heart is momentarily stopped at the sight. You want to squeeze them in your arms and never let go. You rush to them and drop to your knees.

“Mama,” Riko croaks, lips warbling. Her large crystalline blue eyes that seem as if they were plucked from your own husband’s face drop to the floor, the tightly wound luxurious kimono she wears is bunched around her fists. She dives into you, arms wrapped tight around you. 

You hug her back tightly and bring your son into your arms. Hiroto exhales, and his body shudders in your embrace, silent but just as tense.

To say you’re upset is an understatement. You’re tempted to march to the large conference room and tell the remaining Gojo clan members that all your children are and will continue to be off limits ; that they could take whatever aims they wanted at you and your lack of pedigree and established history, but the moment they ever made another snide comment that had your children in near tears, you’d take Riko and Hiroto and Shion and make sure they’d never see another Gojo progeny. 

This is your fault. It was partially the constant barrage from Satoru’s aunts and uncles and grandparents, all demanding time with your children, demanding that they play a role in shaping the next distinguished head. But your children would not get involved with the politics of the power hungry, that you promised yourself the day you found yourself pregnant with Riko.

You knew all their harsh words and judgment by heart, even before you had married Satoru. It had been the worst after Riko’s birth. During your pregnancy the entirety of jujutsu society had waited with bated breaths for the son that would herald a new generation; not for the daughter that Satoru had been enthralled by, the daughter that he lovingly cradled in his hands, his eyes blinking bright with promises.

And yet you had grown lax. You had left your children for two hours at the school under the care of Ijichi. They lasted thirty minutes before being swept away by a Gojo servant sent by one of Satoru’s aunts. From there, they had been dressed and presented right into the hands of waiting family members.

You would make clear to them that there would be none of this ever again. The next time they even attempted to remove your children from the premises without your permission, you’d let Satoru talk to them.

Pressing a kiss to both their tiny heads, you squeeze them even tighter. The two of them are so small in your arms. You are their entire world, just as they are yours. 

“I’m sorry,” you murmur, rubbing both their backs gently. You let go of them, brush your thumbs over Riko’s tear-stained face and Hiroto’s weary one. “I should’ve known better. Do you wanna tell me what happened?”

Riko shakes her head vigorously, face scrunched. Her neatly tied low pigtails slap her unperturbed brother in the face. You exhale in slight laughter at the sight, although your anger hasn’t subsided in the least.  

You turn to your son. “Hiroto?”

His gaze tilts downwards to his feet. “...Not really.”

“Alright,” you say softly, giving both of them one last squeeze. You stand. “Can the two of you wait here for a little bit?”

The two of them exchange a glance. Riko grabs your skirt and tugs it lightly.

“Mama, I want to go home.”

Hiroto nods.

You glance at the front entrance of the Gojo compound before giving them a small smile. You can sense cursed energy emanating from several corridors and you know that your lack of a greeting should be another affront. You could care less. Right now you are anything but the image of civility, and the only thing a meddling member of the Gojo clan would receive would be the inability to move for the next couple of days, if you were feeling particularly gracious. 

“Okay,” you look down at them, clutching your hand. They’re still so small. “Let’s grab your sister from Aunt Shoko’s office and go home.”

“Papa’s home!”

Satoru enters with a flourish, blinking at the less than enthusiastic atmosphere that greets him. Without Megumi to boot. In the car their spirits had been lifted at the promise of seeing their favorite older brother and the divine dogs, however, Megumi had regretfully texted twenty minutes prior that he had something pop up. You have an inkling as to what the certain ‘something’ was, but decided to keep your mouth shut.

Unfortunately, Riko is heartbroken that Megumi’s demon dogs won’t be making an appearance. She deflates with another sigh (the third in the last five minutes), cheek pressed to the dining table with a pout as she rubs the stomach of the cat you had adopted years ago. Go purrs underneath her touch, tail flicking back and forth contentedly. You smile. She’s adorable. 

“Satoru,” she says, voice pinched. “You’re early.”

Go meows.

Your son doesn’t stop dicing the onions. In the car, dinner had also been decided. The two of you are cooking omurice, Riko’s favorite of the week. She’s capricious with her food as she is everything else, doling out her favor like royalty. This week her loves are omurice and the color green. Hiro had taken it in stride, looking up an omurice recipe online and replicating it with relative ease that had you slightly amazed.

At almost five, you’re taken aback at how well Hiro cooks. According to a beaming Tsumiki, he’s a natural, and much better at it than she ever was at his age. Satoru only grinned proudly ( Of course he is! Look at who his father is!)

There’s a perfunctory, “Welcome home, father.” Eggs are cracked and promptly added to the oiled pan.

Satoru takes it with a wide grin (even though he regularly complains to you about how your children seem to regard him with the utmost formalities or none at all. It doesn’t really bother him. The three of them, happy and healthy, is more than enough, more than he thought he’d ever get.) When his gaze meets yours, something grave flickers across his face. You sigh.

In a blink, he’s gone to check up on Shion, tucked in her bed taking a quick nap before dinner. He’s back before you know it, dropping a quick kiss on Riko’s cheek, and then the top of Hiro’s head, along with a quick head ruffle, but not before narrowing his eyes at the cat whose presence he abhors.

Unruffled, Go strolls out the room.

He turns to you, contentment stretching his lips into a smile when you bring him down to press a kiss to his waiting lips. You wear a matching smile, “Welcome back.”

Another kiss, longer. His arms are strong and secure around you, and you feel the nip of his teeth on your bottom lip; a flick of his tongue; a mischievous glint in his eyes. His hand flits over your stomach, and then his fingers run over the knot of your apron tied behind your back, tugging— and that’s that. You gently place your hands on his face and separate yourself, face flushing as you clear your throat. He revels in it. You look to the stool occupied next to you occupied by Hiro, only to find him gone. Along with Riko.

“Did the—”

“They went to check up on Shion.” He sighs into your neck, tucking a kiss into a sensitive crook. Your breath hitches, and you can feel the pleased curve of his smile. “Missed you.”

You hum, luxuriating in his warmth.

“You’re supposed to say it back,” he whines. “Oh Satoru, I missed my strong, dependable, handsome husband so much. I’m so pitiful withou—”

You raise an eyebrow and he falls silent with a grin.

“I missed you,” you murmur as you settle against his chest.

“Really?”

You roll your eyes. “Really. How long have we been married again?”

“Five years give or take. Could’ve been married much earlier if someone wasn’t so stubborn,” he says lightheartedly, but his tone gives you pause.

You look up. His smile is pointed. You sigh, reaching up to gently slide his shades off and set them on the counter. He cups your face as you remeet his gaze.

“Something you want to tell me?”

You really would’ve preferred more time to wallow in self pity, if you’re being honest. It still stings remembering your children’s crestfallen faces and your failure to prevent it. Even though they seem fine to anyone else, you know this incident will stick with them, and you want nothing more than to erase it from their memories.

Besides, you think he’s being quite cruel, wanting to hear it from your mouth when he already knows it all anyway. 

You know it was Ijichi or some other poor jujutsu sorcerer that had received the full brunt of Satoru’s questioning on anything and everything he missed like he always does. You hope for poor Ijichi’s sake, it wasn’t him. Amazingly, you’re pretty sure Ijichi has more photos of your children on his phone than you do.

You smile, feigning innocence. “I’m wearing your favorite set.”

His eyes narrow, hands immediately sliding up the back of your shirt, finger twitching over the lace you know he feels. His mouth drops.

“That’s not—” he huffs. “That’s not playing fair and you know it!”

You shrug.

His index finger and thumb grasp your chin, giving you a second’s warning before he drops another kiss on you, longer and marked with a heat that still has you deliriously dizzy after all these years when he decides to take mercy on you and draws away with a smirk.

“Satoru—”

Once again, pulling you impossibly close against his chest, he nuzzles close into your neck.

“I’ll talk to them,” he murmurs, lips ghosting over your year.

You frown, pulling away. You definitely don’t want that.

“Trust me,” is the last thing he says, when your children walk into the room. This time, all three are present, and your youngest yawns, knuckles rubbing into her eyes while the other hand is firmly planted in Hiro’s.

“Mama, I’m hungry.”

Riko points at Satoru. “Look Shion, Satoru’s back. Say it with me: Sa-to-ru!”

“Sa-to—”

Your husband clears his throat loudly and scoops up Shion into his arms. “ Papa bought home souvenirs!”

Riko’s attention is effectively captured. Her eyes light up like bright stars. “Souvenirs! Did you bring me anything green?”

His son’s face is indiscernible as ever as he stares Satoru down.

“Did you need something?”

“What,” he says in a teasing tone, taking a seat on the bed. “Can’t talk to my son?”

Satoru eyes the large bookshelf set in front of the wall in the corner of the room. The model airplane he had chosen for his son is already carefully placed in one of the empty squares, while books line almost every other shelf.

Like Riko’s room, the room is decorated with glow in the dark stickers in the shape of moons and stars and planets that are easy on the eyes and set the room aglow in a soft light. They litter the ceiling and the walls. He distinctly remembers the puzzled look on your face when he had arrived home with Riko and Hiro, Riko rushing into the foyer right into your waiting arms with a plastic bag in her hands.

That night the four of you had decorated both rooms, and Riko had insisted that he carry her in his arms to place the stars so she could place the stars on the ceiling herself. The four of you, as a family, with another one on the way. The next day, Riko had manifested limitless.

He reminisces about it often and fondly. 

He watches Hiroto’s face as he accepts Satoru’s answer. He turns away from his desk and faces his father curiously until Satoru gestures to the bed. Hiro joins him on his bed.

“Didn’t finish your homework yet?” It’s rare that homework hasn’t been completed yet. At only five, Hiroto’s already on the straight and narrow in a way that could have only been inherited from you. Though you definitely weren’t as straitlaced as you seemed.

In fact, he remembers you sleeping more than a few lessons away, not to mention your weakness to secret trysts in abandoned classrooms…

“It’s Riko’s.”

Satoru nearly chokes on his spit. Laughter is a tremor in his voice. You’d be horrified if you knew. “Why in the world are you doing your sister’s homework?”

The two weren’t on bad terms, in fact they were extremely close as if they had shared a womb. It helped that they were closer in age than most siblings and that Hiroto’s personality tempered out Riko’s like matching puzzle pieces slotting neatly in place. It was rare to find one without the other. You often found Riko in Hiroto’s bed, the two of them peacefully sleeping and sent him multiple photos. 

“She forgets to do it,” his son replies with a shrug. “I don’t want her to fail.”

Riko doesn’t forget things. Something he’s sure they both know. His lovely first born also knows that conveniently leaving it for later will ensure her brother does it.

He lightly chuckles, hand ruffling Hiro’s head. It’s not like he can pretend to be all stern now. “You can’t keep on doing her homework, Hiroto.”

Hiroto’s quiet personality is a constant worry in the forefront of your mind. He knows because you often confided your fears that you had inadvertently done something wrong, and nothing else makes him want to laugh and kiss your worries away more. If only you’d let him.

He knows shitty parenting. It’s Megumi peering up at him with distrustful eyes. It’s the Gojo clan shoving their bigoted wordviews down his throat, the constant surveillance, the intricacies of politics made aware to him at a young age, and the freedom he was never allowed. 

He’ll have to talk to his vivacious eldest about her sudden amnesia, but now all he wants is to talk to his son about other matters. Particularly, his clan’s sudden, shameless interest in his children in his absence.

They’ve always been a cowardly bunch, but they had grown complacent, so sure he’d never trespass on certain boundaries. He’s never been that good of a person.

It was only his favor, his goodwill, and your generosity that allowed them their egos to think that they could say things about his children, about you . Never within reach of his hearing or to his face.

And that is a mistake he plans on rectifying as soon as possible, the messier the better. Satoru doesn’t mind a few broken bones and severed limbs, even though he knows you’d disapprove.  

After all, the strongest is title that’s been leveraged over his head for as long as he can remember. Perhaps now a more physical reminder is needed. 

“Mama’s pregnant again, isn’t she?”

“She is,” Satoru replies, scanning his son’s face. He doesn’t question how Hiroto knows. He’s a smart kid.

He’s never liked hiding things from his children anyway.

Disgraceful , one of his irrelevant second uncle’s had made the mistake of commenting with a scornful look. The only thing worse than a second son was an odd son that showed no ambition; a second son that stayed content as the second.

Obedient, helpful, quiet. A great help to his mother. Someone who holds onto grudges, much longer than his sister, and hits back twice as hard when provoked. Someone who holds the biggest heart of all of them.

That’s his Hiroto, who is decidedly not an oddball just because he refuses to conform to the Gojo clan’s definition of what a son should be.

Think; Naoya Zenin. His own uncles and cousins.

God, Satoru doesn’t even want to think about it.

Needless to say, the man didn’t make an appearance at the next Gojo gathering.

He doesn’t know the contents of what the members of his delightful family drilled into his children while he hadn’t been there, but it couldn’t have been good.

They know you’re pregnant again. The two of you weren’t exactly hiding it, but it is an annoyance that has him prioritizing a trip to the Gojo compound over the debriefing he had conveniently skipped after coming home straight from the airport. 

That would come later. Tonight, he’d tuck all his children in their beds and give you a long kiss (and more) before bed. 

“Did something happen today?”

“Yeah,” his son says, and does not elaborate. Satoru stifles a chuckle.

“Not up to talking about it?” He clicks his tongue. “Your mother’s worried about what happened to the two of you today— I’m worried about you two, you know that right?”

Hiro stays silent, head tilted downwards. 

“Mama wanted to talk to them.”

Now that he would’ve paid good money to see.

There’s a pause, and he can see his son concentrating on his next words, as deliberate as always. Satoru thinks briefly that his son would succeed in politics in all the areas he never has (never needed to) but he would rather chop off his own right hand than let that happen.

“I don’t want to be the head like you,” Hiro says quietly, still staring at his lap. “If I tell them that, will they stop?”

There’s nothing worse than seeing a genuine expression on his son’s face in place of the usually neutral planes, and having it be one of sadness. Hiroto has your soft eyes, and a visceral feeling of displeasure settles in his stomach.

Nothing is going to make Satoru stop short of dismemberment when he pays the compound a visit.

“They will stop,” he confirms, voice hard. He’s glad he snatched back up his glasses after dinner. Hiro looks up, and he wrangles his temper back with a grin. He threads his hand through his son’s silky white locks and affectionately rubs his head. “I promise.”

“...Okay.” Hesitation flickers across Hiro’s face and Satoru’s interest is piqued.

“What’s up, kiddo?”

“Are you mad? That I don’t want to be head?”

“The opposite.” He sighs, shaking his head. “Believe it or not, it makes me unbelievably happy. You should be whoever you want, whatever you want to be,” he says meaningfully, looking down at his son. Hiroto nods, but Satoru sees the smallest hint of satisfaction on his face.

And now he’s thinking of Riko one day becoming head, and that’s a whole other headache he refuses to confront. He’ll leave that for the future. His children growing up is something he doesn’t even want to think about right now.

Hiro slips down from the bed and makes his way back to his desk. He supposes this is his cue to go and he can’t suppress the smile on his face.

“Riko’s in her room with Go.”

The smile fades. That cursed cat.

Maybe he’ll stay here a little longer—

“I have homework, father.”

“Not Riko’s I hope.”

“It's my kanji practice.”

He claps his hands. “How about calling me Papa? Or Da—”

He’s outside, and the door shuts in his face.

Handling Riko requires a bit more…delicacy. 

He knocks twice and allows a pause before entering.

“Begone Satoru,” Riko muffles into her pillow, planted face first into the cotton plushness. “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Oh? Not even for…” he takes his hand out from behind his back and holds up something he had specifically kept hidden during the souvenir unveiling, “this!?”

A large bag with an assortment of Western candy was the right move.

She’s right in front of him, in a way that could have only been possible by utilizing limitless. She’s getting better at an astonishing rate, he notes, gaining control of her abilities with an ease that lies in her blood. Though he can sense infinity flickering on and off at an unregulated rate. His daughter isn’t experienced enough to divert the required amount of cursed energy to keeping it on for more than a couple of minutes. It doesn’t matter. She has more than enough time to learn at whatever rate she pleases; that he’d make sure of. 

Riko puts out her hands and stares up at him with wide, unblinking eyes. “Please!”

Satoru is sorely equipped to deny that face. 

He gives her the entire bag.

The smile that lights up her face is worth it. She skips to the end of the room, towards the engawa overlooking the karesansui, sliding open the door and stepping through once she throws a single glance back over her shoulder. Satoru takes that as permission and follows his daughter to where she sits, legs hanging over the edge as she shoves a handful of candy in her mouth. He winces, and hopes a sugar high Riko is not in his near future.

Next to her is that damned cat, dozing off like it owns the place. 

There’s a small lime flavored gummy placed in front of it. Satoru watches the cat lift its head, nose at it with disinterest, and plop back down.

He briefly narrows his eyes at the freeloader, and upon feeling the weight of his stare, the cat raises its head to stare back whilst baring its teeth.

Satoru clears his throat. “About what happened today.”

While his daughter usually always has something to say, right now Riko stares out at the karesansui, chewing, face almost contemplative. It’s almost odd. His daughter characteristically always has something to say, whether that be pointing out whatever has caught her attention or verbalizing the first thought that comes to mind which has led to more than a few amusing conversations with mortified and affronted clan members.

She looks older than she is, he thinks nostalgically. It feels like only yesterday she had been bawling in his arms in the middle of a meeting with various clan elders, earning him disgruntled stares he couldn’t care less about. Now his baby girl is five years old and even bolder than she had been as a baby he could have cradled with only his hands.

He missed too much of Riko’s infancy, something that he deeply regrets. It weighs on him heavily when he stares at pictures from moments he can’t recall.

Then she shrugs, putting the candy down and turning to him. Satoru waits patiently.

She inhales. In one large exhale: “They said Hiro should’ve been born first and that it was Mama’s fault he wasn’t. They said that if the next baby’s another girl then you should just get a mistress and get her pregnant instead. They also said that it was Mama’s fault that Shion’s going to die.” There’s a pause. “What does ‘babytrapping’ mean?”

Satisfied, Riko picks up the bag of candy and resumes eating in mouthfuls. The cat yawns.

Satoru gapes. He already had several ideas of what conspired but—

Just what are they saying to his children?

He closes his eyes, shaking his head. He doesn’t know whether to be amused or weary.

He had never wanted heirs to begin with anyway; he wanted children.

A concept that seems to be as foreign to his clan members as having three children and counting with the same woman.

“Shion isn’t dying.” Not on his watch.

“I know.”

“She has asthma. The occasional trouble breathing.”

“I know.”

Riko seems much more unfazed than he originally would have thought. “Here Satoru,” she says, as she lifts a fist towards him. “Take these.”

Peach flavored rings fall into his palm and he grins. Her least favorite flavor. He’s touched.

“Riko,” he starts after popping a ring into his mouth. He smiles brightly. “Were you worried Mama and Papa would separate?”

His daughter stares at him with a flat, flinty gaze that rivals your own, right before she flops on her back and kicks her feet up on his lap.

Maybe it’s in his best interests she doesn’t answer his question.

“Why do they care about you so much,” She huffs, squinting at the wood paneling above. This version of him is all Riko knows, and it is all she will ever know right now. To his children, he is Gojo Satoru, a loving, doting, occasionally absent husband and father who lets his eldest regard him by his first name and would gladly let his children walk all over him. 

“I wish they’d just leave us alone. They’re always so mean to Mama.”

Satoru doesn’t regret marrying you. The day you finally agreed to marry him was the happiest day of his life. If there was anything he did regret though, it was not making it clear enough that just because he didn’t care and would continue not to care about their opinions, did it ever mean that they were still to be spoken.

He thinks he’s been taking on too many missions if the elders have nothing better to do than flock together and run their mouths. He feels the need for a holiday. A long one. Maybe a trip to Disney would cheer his kids up.

“You don’t have to worry about them anymore,” he says firmly. Riko looks up at him, scrunching her nose in a way that makes him want to tap at it. She’d probably bite his finger. He holds his hands up. “Papa’ll take care of alllll of it!”

“Hm.”

That doesn’t sound very convincing.

“You’re not still upset, are you?” Satoru throws in a lie. “Hiro said you cried.”

Riko pushes herself up. “Did not!” She looks down. “Just…just a little bit!” Face morphing into a full blown pout that he wants to take a snapshot of, she settles down into a seated position. “I’m fine now!”

“Ehhh,” he intones, picking his daughter up and placing her on his lap facing him. His gaze softens. It's a testament to her dour mood that she hasn’t immediately tried squirming away. “That makes me sad, you know. I think you should cry some more!” All you want , he thinks, smiling, while I’m still here to wipe them away.

Riko makes a face. 

As a parent there’s nothing worse than seeing your children cry. Nothing worse than seeing tears well up in the very eyes that he had spent hours gazing into as helpless babies, and knowing that he was helpless to stop it. For something as simple to be able to shed tears and allow yourself to be vulnerable in front of someone—

It’s a freedom.

He combs his fingers through her long white hair, fixing the long ribbon given to her by her favorite aunt that usually decorates her hair. 

“I didn’t expect you to say much,” he admits, gently tucking away a flyaway hair on her head. “Hiro didn’t want to talk about it.”

Riko shrugs. “I was with the mean granny who always talks about—” white eyebrows knit together “— pre-serving the legacy of the Gojo clan.”

How wonderfully ironic coming from a woman who had married into the family and had been rumored to have poisoned her first husband, only to marry said person’s elder brother. It offered her a modicum of political leverage that was constant thorn at his side.

For as long as he can remember, she had also been staunchly and verbally against outsider marriages, and had instead offered her own daughter as a potential marriage candidate, and if not that, then as a mistress he had no intentions of entertaining.

“Hiro was in the really big room with all the bald grandpas, so I don’t really know what they said to him. I think he’s alright now though. They smell bad. Like those curses with the weird looking eyes. But I don’t care about it anymore,” she huffs, with an air of finality. “It doesn’t matter!”

He raises an eyebrow.

The look on her face is resolute. “Because when I grow up I’m going to be their boss. And then I’m going to make all of them grovel,” she says happily. 

Go meows loudly in what can only be affirmation.

And that’s that.

He finds Shion in the room he shares with you, together with you and Hiroto as his eldest son reads a picture book out loud to a giggling Shion. 

You look at him with a raised eyebrow and he returns it with a wink.

“Interesting book?” He sits on the bed where the three of you are gathered. “Momotaro! A classic!”

He lifts Shion up into his arms and presses a kiss to her cheek.

“Momotaro cut the big tree!” She beams and his heart bursts wide open at the sight.

“That he did,” he affirms with a grin, before setting her back down on steady legs.

“Mind if I talk to your mother for a bit?” He asks his son. 

“C’mon Shion,” Hiro says, tugging on his third’s chubby hands. “I’ll read the rest to you in your room. I’ll even get Riko to do the voices you like.”

“I’m the monkey!” Shion squeals enthusiastically. “Night night!” She waves enthusiastically at the two of you as you blow your daughter and son a kiss. You’ll tuck them down for the night later.

When the two of them disappear down the hall, you smile at him from your position on the bed. If he joins you now, he doesn’t know if the two of you’ll make it in time to tuck the kids in, so he stays standing, leaning against the wall.

“Hiro already seems a bit better,” you remark. “I’d say the talk went well.”

He places a hand on his heart, mock hurt. “Did you even for a second doubt your reliable and handsome and dependable husband?”

You shake your head, lips twitching as you regrettably get up. “You managed to get Riko to talk too, I presume?”

“The two of them are fine now,” he says, and because while he might be able to restrain himself from pushing you back down on bed, he can’t resist a kiss, so he steals a quick kiss from your lips, reveling in the airiness of your exhale as you smile. Now the two of you are on the bed, lying down, facing each other. He is able to clearly stare at your face in light that is not pixelated, and he is undeniably happy as he presses a hand to your barely showing stomach.

It's a habit now, more than everything; hands that are perpetually in motion find their way up and down the length of your skin, your face, pressed closed to your stomach with such delicate care you once thought impossible.

He caresses your face. “And you are not the failure of a mother you think you are. But on that note,” the smile falls from his lips. “I might kill some of them.”

He’s not joking. You fix him with a stern look.

“Satoru, you can’t kill your clan members. They’re still family.”

“They are not family,” he says pointedly. “As far as I’m concerned the only aunt that matters to the kids is Shoko.”

He’s right and he knows he’s right when you look at him exasperatedly but don’t refute his point.

“Satoru, you are not killing anybody.”

As long as he didn’t kill them—

You seem to follow his line of thinking, and your lips quirk upwards. “I can’t fault you though. I was mad too. If I’m being honest, I still am. I might’ve even thought about ‘accidentally’ shaking your great uncle’s hand.” You make a face. “Horrible man.”

Satoru agrees. The man’s residence in the compound would be his first visit. There were only a few men brazen enough to make lecherous comments about the Gojo head’s bride on her own wedding day. The man had skirted away before the procession, tail tucked between his legs, with a wounded ego and broken wrist after the comments had reached his ear. The man had been bitter ever since, too cowardly to ever confront Satoru to his face.

He recounts Riko and Hiro’s words (leaving out the candy bribing in Riko’s case) and he watches your face fall, heartbroken, at certain points. 

When he finishes you briefly close your eyes as if to process the information. His thumb comes out to smooth out your drawn eyebrows. He wants to tell you that it's not your fault anymore than it is his. You open your eyes, meeting his gaze.

“Never again,” you say fiercely, and Satoru falls in love all over again.

You roll on your back with a long exhale, Satoru's hand is still warm, gently rubbing just the way you like it. Then you snort. “My fault? If anything, isn't it yours? If I seem to recall,  you’re  the one that was desperately pining for a girl.”

He can’t deny that.

“Ah,” he murmurs, the thought striking him. “The pantry’s stocked.” With all your known cravings.

You look at him curiously. “Planning on another long mission?”

“Don’t even joke about that,” he sighs. “Not for a long time. I’m due for a holiday. How does Kyushu sound?”

You lightly laugh. “Satoru, I’m one month. You’re not going to miss anything.”

“Not gonna risk it,” he says immediately.

Now you’re devolving into actual laughter that shakes your shoulders. “You’re not taking an eight month holiday. They’d never let you.”

He shrugs, tugging you on top of him. “I’ll push my luck. Besides, who else but me knows every single thing you start craving around the second month mark?”

Probably Ijichi on the account of being your go-to grocery shopper when you were too busy, but you don’t think it’s wise to bring that up.

He hums. “Things like ohaghi, natto, goya…” A smile twists at his lips, luminescent eyes lidded, and you don’t think you like where this is headed. “And around the third month mark when you start craving somethin—”

You visibly fluster. “Satoru—”

He captures your lips and flips you around, pressing you into the bed. You moan around his lips and card your fingers through his hair, nails raking over his scalp, before bringing him closer. A hand slides up your thigh and past your shorts. You’re still wearing his favorite set, and he hums appreciatively.  

He could probably squeeze in a quick round…

There’s a loud crash and the two of you immediately break apart.

“What—”

A blur passes through the small gap of the opened door. There’s another crash, and this time, the sound of a wall crumbling.

“Ouch. Aha! Oh Hiro! Want some candy? You too Shion! Satoru gave me a big bag!”

You turn to your husband with wide eyes. “Satoru, you didn’t.”

name readings for if anyone's interested!

Riko: 璃湖 (璃 means "crystal." 湖 means "lake." Hiroto : 光翔 (光 means "light." 翔 means "fly in the sky.") Shion: 星媛 (星 means "star." 媛 means "beautiful.")

the title comes from a japanese proverb 惚れた病に薬なし which literally translates to for love sickness there is no medicine. i thought it was cute since gojo is 100% very much whipped

also since i write most of my dialogue in jpn i forgot to culturally translate somethings. riko calls gojo "satoru" which is considered extremely rude hiroto calls gojo "otou-sama" which is an overtly formal way of referring to one's father the rest of the kids stick to "otou-san" much to gojo's great dismay

-gojo 100% forces babysitter ijichi to document every single moment of his childrens’ lives. ijichi honestly doesn’t mind it, even enjoys it after seeing how the kids treat him infinitely better than gojo himself. when riko sympathetically pats him on the back after a call from gojo has him bursting into tears he realizes that maybe there is a light at the end of the tunnel!!!

[anechomirrored]

Fandom: Undertale

Rating: T

Prompt(s): "I chose you"

Warnings: Loss of a good parent

When the core began to crumble the doctor went to fix the problem. That was what he did after all.

While many like to think his unchallenged brilliance and intellect were indeed flawless, these many were most certainly misguided.

Yes, he was smart and he had achieved much in the several centuries he had spent as The Royal Scientist but he was far from flawless.

His second finest creation was about to, in a sense, kill him after all.

Not that he was aware of that just yet.

No, right now he was hurrying down the hall away from his office to comfort his finest creation.

Well, creations technically.

Opening the door he was greeted with a very small and frightened whimper.

Stepping into the room, he allowed his vision to adjust from the harsh florescent to the soft glow of the the star lamp on the bedside table.

"Sans?" He called softly.

He closed the door in an attempt to muffle the alarm sounding in the hall. It helped a bit.

Another whimper and the softer voice of his eldest answered.

Crossing the the room, the doctor knelt by the bed and running his hand fondly over the fleecy rocket ship sheets, dipped his head to look underneath.

There, from the farthest corner against the wall, two pairs of trembling eye lights stared back at him.

"Dad, what's happening?" Asked Sans.

He and his younger brother were curled up holding one another securely wrapped up in Sans favorite blue hoodie, the one from the dump. The doctor kept telling himself the boy would grow into it and that his decision to let Sans keep it was, in fact, just as practical as it was sentimental.

He reached out a hand letting it rest palm up. The action making the angle at which he was kneeling a bit more awkward than before.

"It's the Core. I am going to fix it now, will you come out and go back to bed?" He smiled in a way he hoped translated as reassuring.

The alarm meant that things were serious. A just barely bridled anxiety was rising up behind his ribcage.

Very carefully he helped the two little skeletons back into bed. He handed Papyrus a small binky, being the youngest the boy found it soothing, though to an outside eye it was logistically confusing. That was part of the fun of being skeleton monsters in the doctor's opinion. While perfectly logical, his anatomy and now in turn his sons' proved to be a proper conundrum to many of his fellows. The possibilities for a good jape were seemingly endless.

The youngest boy snuggled into the pillows , the tension in his little bones easing, though not completely. His small hands raised to clutch the blankets to the side of his skull.

"The alarm will stop soon, Papyrus." The doctor lifted a finger and took this rare opportunity to boop his son's nasal ridge. The indignant Nyeh, was well worth the extra second wasted.

"I will be back as soon as I can. Sans, stay here and keep an eye socket out for your brother, alright?" He stooped to hug each of his little boys before rising to his proper height. The magic in his joints cracked.

You accidental a couple of kids and suddenly you get old. He chuckled internally at the thought.

Accidental, maybe at first but certainly deciding to be their father had been deliberate.

"I love you, my little funny bones." He said, his soft tone still rivaling the sounds of growing chaos outside the door.

Leaving the boys, he quickly made his way to the core. The energy surge had left it unstable. A few calibrations and he'd have it back to normal and operating smoothly for the next two hundred years.

When the catwalk collapsed he tried to hang on. He certainly wasn't through with existence and if the little blue bundle by the core entrance was any indication neither was his family.

Family. That was what they truly were.

He'd never get tired of that.

From where he was supended now he could just reach the final computer panel. A minute more and he could have this all sorted.

A shame that his phalanges were slipping and a minute would cost him the ability to climb back up to safety.

A shame Sans had, unsurprisingly, snuck out of his and Papyrus' room and would have to see it happen.

A shame that physics didn't have the capacity to care.

The doctor looked up at the too small figure in the doorway.

Ignoring the heat and the deadly gravitaional pull from beneath him, he smiled at the two people who meant the most to him in this world.

"I chose you." He said, though he doubted they'd hear him.

Letting go of the bent metal railing with one hand the doctor finished fixing the problem. He was good at that, it was what he did after all.

He pressed the final key and the blaring alarms cut off instantly.

Swinging his hand back up to grip the railing there was a sickening lurch as the metal finally gave out against the core's gravitational pull.

The doctor felt his grip fail and then he was falling.

Falling

Falling

And falling still.

"I chose you, and today I chose you both again."

[nonokoko13]

Child!reader being adopted by spy x family characters Pt. 2

As I said in the previous part, these adoption headcanons are really specific, including your hypothetical pronouns and name; these two are extra so you can imagine yourself with your name and desired gender. You can ask for less specific headcanons if you want too. Part 1 here

Enjoy!

Sylvia Sherwood

How you met

She carries the responsibility of WISE, she needs to be committed to it. More than ever now that the peace was threatened every day by those who wanted war to arise again

She missed her family, but she overcame it. Just like the HQ she had to be impenetrable

At least, that's what she thought

Because right in front of her there was the question which answers she wanted to hear. A kid.

It would be normal to see one if she wasn't at the HQ

It didn't help no one knew there was a kid there until you spoke up

The camera system didn't record you and there wasn't any entrance to the agency that had been forced. You weren't any employee's kid either

After scolding them and order to search your parents she met you again

"Hello little one. May I ask you how did you get in here?"

You smiled, seeming to have been waiting her to ask

"Because I like to play and explore! And I'm really good at hide and seek"

Sylvia raised an eyebrow. No matter how well someone was good at hiding there was no way you could break into the HQ; it sounded surrealistic

"But how did you find this place?"

"Because it was easy to find"

"Don't you think you could end bad breaking into unknown places?"

"If I don't know what isthis place how I'd know that?"

Fair enough

That conversation wasn't going anywhere, yet she was angrier with the security staff than you. You didn't look worried though

You gave her an idea

"Do you want to play with me?"

Both entered in the nearest police station, she talked with the officers before telling you to count until 1000 while she was going to hide. You started the count facing a wall

She felt bad, but there were some traffickers she had to catch before they made the exchange

She was following their car; everything fine until she believed to see a small hand greeting her from the car's trunk

She returned to the police station to find out that moments later of her departure you disappeared without anyone realizing. She went to the point where the delivery would be made

Outside the abandoned warehouse there was no signal that you were there until she saw you getting out from under the car on the other side

Something caused a shooting that would make the police come and caught her at any moment. The bands kept shooting at each other while you were behind a transport container

"What were you thinking?! I told you to stay with the police!"

"I'm sorry, I counted until I know, then I saw you following the car, so I followed too. But before they caught me I hid in there...I'm sorry..." You pulled out a walkie-talkie

"I got two from the police station. I left one in there so the others thought the guys of that car were betraying them, it should have worked to scape with no bad guys seeing us"

She was impressed. However, there was no time to ask where you learn that from

Analyzing the situation the principal scape was blocked, fortunately they hadn't noticed you yet so–

You pulled her shirt, pointing somewhere else

"Let's get out"

General headcanons

Sylvia was still surprised that your plan of exiting through a rear window she hadn't seen and walk away without hurry could work

She stopped walking to watch you smash the walkie-talkie and take out some matches to burn it

"Now they can't find footprints!"

The police may not get answers about it but she had many questions for you

She lied to you about the HQ, after the shooting her lie was on the floor. Thenceforth Sylvia's not able to tell if you were playing along and keeping her secret or you have no idea what's all about

You thought her name was Handler. When you knew she was called Sylvia Sherwood you pointed your hoody logo and say "S of Super, you're superman–Superwoman!"

That's how she begun to be mistaken with an endearing mother and her son. She was superwoman and you "kid", because you said that's how you were called, along with child, shrimp, demon...

"That's unacceptable". She handed you lists of names to choose, unfortunately no one convinced you

It wasn't until you two went to a jewelry store that you found the name

The casual way you break in HQ when you want still frustrates her, how do you do it?? You don't see big deal though

Fullmetal lady didn't remember how tough was motherhood

Anyone would freak out if they found out about spies. Yet there you are, admiring flying guys in underpants

Sylvia asked you about your family, but you always tell the same: you lived with dad until he left you with a woman that he said was your mom

The Handler found out your father is a repeat offender, currently on a maximum security prison in another country. Both him and the woman without offspring legally

"Please, don't tell me one of his criminal records is jailbreaking"

The informant doubted "Actually, that's the main one"

"..."

The Forgers

Scenario where it's up to both of them to adopt you. To keep Loid's mental sanity safe it will be independent of the timeline where Yor has a kid on her own, feel free to imagine both kids being Anya's siblings at the same time. You can ask me to include that idea if I write more about this

How you met

As I said before Twilight wouldn't adopt anyone due his job, only one kid for Operation Strix and that was Anya. For now Yor didn't want more kids, she loves Anya and that's enough for them

Not for Anya. She wanted a little sibling

All started talking with Becky when Damian mentioned his brother. Back at home she brought the topic and neither Pa or Ma were giving her an answer of where babies come from

That's when she begun to feel like being a sister. Any plan helped her to convince her parents though

Anya remembered something Mr Henderson told them. "If you want something, take it into your own hands"

And she took it too seriously

Next day Anya and Bond disappeared, she was in the dogs park with Yor

While Mrs Forger panicked Anya had returned to the place she met Twilight

As the time passed the Forgers worried more. When they found Anya and Bond at their building's door they felt relieved

Your presence didn't make things better

They asked Anya where she had been and where did you come from. She said she adopted you

Of course Anya wasn't going to say she broke into an orphanage and took you

Loid's scolding made you cry

"Anya, we aren't adopting–"

"If she's not my sister I won't go to school ever again!!"

"Just for a trial period" that's what Loid hoped

General headcanons

Loid thought babies were easy because it's unnecessary (more impossible) communication with a living being that can't talk; after all babies only have basic needs. He was wrong

It would be easier if you could talk. Why are you crying? You have eaten! Are you sad? Cold? You dislike him?

Yor is not better either. Because her parents died when Yuri was a kid Yor didn't have experience with changing diapers, or anything related with babies

She was more scared than Loid to the point she didn't want to hold you. She broke Yuri's ribs with a hug when he was a toddler, what if she kills you with few contact?

In less than 24 hours you already had a crib and all kinds of things a baby would need. However, having three bedrooms and parents sleeping in separate rooms meant all your things ended in Anya's room

You cried at night until they discovered you calmed down when Anya let you a plushie to hug

She can't wait for the day pa and ma share bed to take back her bedroom

The second night Anya had an idea

Ma is scared of being your mom, solution? Leave you in her bed while Yor is asleep imagining that would work

Thanks God Yor doesn't move much when sleeping. On the other hand Yor is a light sleeper due not being used to sleep with someone so she woke up minutes later

She almost jump out of the bed, realizing that would make you cry made her contain. You groaned, did she wake you up? Yor wasn't sure of holding you, instead she laid down again and approached you to her chest

Seeing you so peaceful by her side melted her, thinking about it you looked a bit like her and Loid.. She blushed at the embarrassing thought

Bold of them to not imagine that's why Anya chose you

In the morning Loid discovered what happened and had a little words with Anya during breakfast before she went to school

Yor went to work and he decided to take a day off from his work to spend the morning with you. The Handler said the first days you should see them to recognize faces

Walks with Bond, buying toys, trying to teach you sign language...Normal stuff

Loid is glad you don't do anything but sleep and eat, except your obsession with munching. When you first kissed Yor he found it normal until you munched her cheek and now you do that to everyone; probably you're teething

Yor found it really cute, but you shouldn't go kissing and chewing cheeks. Anya thinks is funny just don't try to chew her hair again please

Another problem came with names. Loid was going through a list of 850 names in alphabetical order, meanings included; Yor didn't take it to the extreme

"Hum, what about Rose? I think it's a cute name, I mean it's both decision and I'm not good with names Loid–"

Welcome to the family Rose

A spy, an assassin, a telepath and... Well, a baby. Seems like a good mix

Yor Briar

As we know Twilight only would adopt for Operation Strix's sake. Yor became mother by marrying Loid, but what if she had already a kid before being Mrs Forger?

Inspired by this post of @say-seira

How you met

Long ago before Twilight adopted the identity of Loid Forger, the Briars moved to a flat in Berlint

While the eldest sibling had recently become an adult Yuri was only a kid, Yor decided to move to the city so he had nearer his school. It was possible due her proper salary as Thorn Princess

This change would make her job easier too. She had a new client which death could pay Yuri's entrance to a good university

There was a politician who negotiated with terrorists, helping them to get into Ostania and providing them with weapons in exchange to gain good propaganda abroad and getting rid of competition

Knowing this was enough to make Yor's blood boil. He deserved to die, she was sure of it

Struggling with the security around him, Yor finally killed the target without leaving trace

The only inconvenience was a bad injury made by a bullet that she received. After removing the bullet the wound got worse

She went to the hospital to avoid an infection. In the waiting room she met a kind lady, Yor swore that she had seen her before

The woman was scared, but Yor reassured her she will wait her

While Yor was attended the girl was taken to another room. As she promised, Yor waited in the hall after her wound was treated; with a buttoned medical gown on because she didn't want to attract more attention due the bandaged wound in sight

Time passed and many people enter and exit from the room, but she didn't. A nurse carrying something mistook her for one of the staff and scolded her for standing there

"Here, take the baby to the nursery"

"Me? But— wait! What about the woman? Is she okay?"

From afar she heard the answer, but before Yor could explain the error the woman had left. She was shocked, how? She seemed fine

Against her will the dark-haired looked at the lump she was holding: rosy cheeks babbling in dreams, you were in peace

Her shock grew when she saw you shared the username that the man she killed had. That's why the woman was familiar: she was the politician's daughter

Yor searched someone who hand the baby when she recognized the doctor that guided the woman to the room, he was talking with a masked nurse

The fact they went to a private place and maintained their voices low made her suspect

"Did you take care of the mother?" the nurse asked

"Yes, they got ahead of us with her father but I think they will pay us anyway. When they found it was a medical negligence we'll be far from here"

Yor understood they were assassins as well, probably paid by a rival. Luckily they hadn't seen her yet

"Heh, do you they will pay more if we got rid of the baby?"

Yor left the hospital with you, unsure of what to do. Did you have more relatives? The widowed politician didn't have more kids, and your mother came alone. What if they wanted to kill the rest of the family?

A small hand grabbed hers, and every fear disappeared. Looking at each other, she knew you were safer with her. Perhaps it was only guilt or sympathy, but she would try

General headcanons

The moment Yuri saw Yor holding you was in disbelief. Yor said she found you in the streets and he believed it

At first he tried to convince her sister to leave you in a orphanage but once scolding was enough to cease

Still disliking you for the first months. It took some time until he saw you like one of his family

Yuri helped, although they had a rough time because you refused to eat Yor's purees. Your endurance might grew up to make you the only person who can eat her food without bleeding but it doesn't mean you like its flavor

She viewed you as a sibling until you were two, being called mom made Yor too happy to correct you. Yuri was just Yuri, you never feel like using formalities with him or addressing "Uncle" everytime you talked

Yor decided to let your belongings, it was better that way. When you were older, and only if you wanted, she would tell you the truth

She's bad with names, Rose was the only name she could think of but you're a boy. Yor's parents loved that Yuri and her had matching names, therefore you would be the sweet addition to it

The only name I could think of is Yuu because it's gender neutral and means "you" sorry

During the first year of your life she didn't try to hide the blood of her clothes from you. Yuri never suspected either and you wouldn't remember it when you grow up

Your lack of childhood amnesia was something she didn't have in count. Not that she knows you know anyway

Yor has been training you since you were able to walk, if she wasn't there when you needed at least you would be ready to defend yourself. Proud to say you're her strong boy

That said, if the assassins that tried to killed you found were you lived it's something you ignore. Being the protective mother Yor is they could be dead by now

Six years later, it was still Yor and you against the world, with Yuri being the only paternal figure you had. Before one day she met a man and everything changed

She said he will help her by accompanying her to a party so Yuri stopped worrying about her. She said it would be one night, and the next morning you woke up with Yor waiting to talk with you

In part she accepted because of you; you passed the Eden exam before knowing you needed a dad for it. That requisite seemed stupid for you, as you reassured her you could go to any other school; now you would be accepted into the best school!

You agreed and started packing. What else you could do? The decision was made before you were asked anyway, and you didn't want to argue with your mom because she was doing it for your future too

Of course it affected you. No matter how nice they were it was a huge change; in one day you had to move to a new place which didn't feel like home and live with strangers who you'll have to share mom with isn't easy

Anya was nervous too, but for different reasons. She was so excited to meet her soon-to-be sibling! For her, who was an orphan last week, having a pa, a ma and a friend to play with was great

Her expectations went down when she read your mind. You didn't think bad of them, but excited wasn't the word to describe your emotional state either

Loid may not be good at understanding children, but it was clear for him you wasn't comfortable. For him would be weirder if you didn't seem affected at all

On the contrary, Yor seemed cool with all of this to you. Even without any idea of how to be a wife or mother for Anya she enjoyed her time as Forger, which confused you a bit

Yor is happier, not only because she didn't have to worry about the SSS or Yuri anymore. They make her happier, it's just matter of time she could fall for Loid and have a baby that was her own, real kid

Being sure Yor loves you and your new family want you to feel welcomed doesn't make disappear the feelings you carry with. Still, if mom is happy you prefer to keep it to yourself and try to maker her smile too

If it wasn't because Yuri hates the idea of her sister hiding her marriage for a year and sympathized your situation he would have laughed at the irony when you told him during your uncle-nephew walk the next day of his meeting with "Loiloi"

He doesn't know they got married before you attended school so he assumed you had been holding it for a long time. He passed his fingers through your hair

"I understand it's difficult, but I'll be for you whenever you need me"

+ Honorable mention to compensate you for the mild ansgt without warning

Daybreak

We don't know much about him but I included this dork for fun

Thinking about "Daybreak" and "parenthood" makes anyone's mind stopped working

Mainly because it's difficult to say which one would be the child

Not "How you met headcanons" because he wouldn't be able to adopt to begin with

From what we saw in chapter 27 he seems to live alone, depending on his amazing spy career to afford pork steak for dinner. So he must not live too good given that after his first mission he was fired

If he had a child, it would be likely because of a previous relationship he had and didn't end well

He didn't adopt you. You're his biological kid, the only not adopted of this gang

Sorry we can't choose our family good luck ig

Not necessarily ended bad, even remaining as friends, your mother took a different path and is happily married with another man

If she knew he wanted to be a spy either thought "it's a joke" or *sigh*

She was who brought money in the relationship, now you live with her and your step-dad but at the beginning you didn't want to

Daybreak talked with you and promised you could visit each other and even live with him when he could afford it

They don't get it

Who would take care of him? The idea of living on his own was frightening to you

Imagine being father and is your kid who worries about whether pops know how to pay taxes without mom

You took after him in terms of appearance. Any signal of intelligence was from your mother

Average smart but surely smarter than him

Probably he thanked God that you were a boy. He will love whatever you are but he was relieved of saving himself of buying female products when you were on that time of the month and guide you through puberty

As much as he says to be a charming man he's not good with women either so

Your name is Sunny. Guess who chose it

Probably you see him more on weekends than during the week

Until you showed him Spy Wars he didn't have no idea that existed such good series

Of course not cooler than the legend he is but Daybreak jokes about how reading that and seeing your cool pops in action would make you half as good spy as he is someday

Quite sad is that your common sense along with the things you see on TV are enough to be better spy material

You try to watch it with him to see if he learns something

Unsure of what you'll be in the future but in the mean time you had fun watching cartoons and liking kids stuff like dinosaurs and skateboard

Current status: Busy with your first year at school and getting him out of trouble

[crimsonkenjii-writes]

heyy it's the giyuu simp hiding in your request box ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ mind if i sneak in another request :> just gonna slide this with a belated valentines day card

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may i request a giyuu x reader headcanons? where its just giyuu and the reader living a peacefull and happy life with their kids, just fluff of how their every day life goes and giyuu with his kids :D maybe even some headcanons of the other pillars meeting the kids and his s/o (feel free to change the idea ofcc i don't mind if you write it at all (~^.^)~)

Hello fellow Giyuu simp lolol

This sounds really cute! Of course I’ll write it! ʕ◡ᴥ◡ʔ♡

This turned out to be very long haha hope you don’t mind :)

Giyuu x Fem!Reader with Kids!! ♡

AU: Life Without Demons

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Giyuu was the first to ask for kids. It was a shock since you’d figure he’d be too nervous and insecure to think he’d be able to be a father. But he loves you too much to not have children with you. He just can’t picture his life without you and both of your guys’ children in his future.

“Y/N...” he approaches you timidly, “I have um something to ask you...” he kept fidgeting with his hands and struggled making eye contact. His cheeks starting to burn. “What is it, Giyuu??” He sat there a bit, his brows knitted together as if he’d trying to figure out how to compile his sentence. “Let’s have children!” He finally bursts out boldly. You were taken back for a second but smiled wide and hugged him, agreeing with all of your heart.

Giyuu didn’t want too many kids. He only wanted about two children. (Maybe three children he’s thinking on it 👀) And that’s what you both had. One boy and one girl. The boy took more of your looks but also had a good mix of Giyuu as well. He ended up taking his eyes and messy hair but had your hair color and overall facial features. The girl was a very good mix between the two of you. The boy was the eldest child.

Giyuu was the type of parent to spoil his children a lot. You often had to stop him because it got hard for him to say no to them a lot of the times. But when it came down to it, he knew when to be strict and stand his ground. Like if one of your children throws a tantrum for not getting the toy they want, Giyuu would have a stern tak with them about how they need to learn the importance of being told “no” and to handle it like a “big boy/girl”

Giyuu would also do whatever it takes to help you with anything around the house or with the kids. He’d also do anything to spend as much time with his children as possible.

Giyuu also secretly loved it when his kids would get nightmares and ask to sleep with the both of you. He really loved sleeping next to his family and would often invite the kids into the futon even if they didn’t have a nightmare that night. They’d always get really excited and join without hesitation. He also LOVES holding their hands. He loves how tiny and soft they are in his large, calloused ones. He also really loved having them ride on his shoulders

When it came down to being the good cop bad cop, you both had an equal share between it. I can see Giyuu being pretty strict but not to the point where it’s suffocating. He’d still take extra precautions to make sure his kids are safe and don’t get into trouble. He also tries to come to complete understandings with his children when they’re in disagreements with him. He’d sit and talk with them and make sure they don’t feel invalidated or hurt. Sometimes though, he’ll have to put his foot down and tell his children to listen to them and not question his thinking. He’ll often try to come back to them later and explain again.

Kamboko Squad and Pillars’ Reactions to First Born (and general interactions with kids)

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When the news got out to everyone that you both were expecting children, they were all so very excited.

You were a few weeks pregnant and Tanjirou (and the rest of the squad) came by to visit and he was able to smell it off you. You were a little shocked how he was able to notice until he explained how his mom smelled a certain way when pregnant with his siblings. Then it made a bit more sense. Kind of.

Poor little boy teared up because of how happy he was for the both of you. He was so happy to see Giyuu with the love of his life and now starting a family. Inosuke got all those fluffy things around his head. He was very soft and gentle around you and it was really cute. Sometimes he’d just stare at your bloated stomach and it seemed like he was having a psychic conversation with the baby lolol.

Nezuko was very excited to meet the new baby and couldn’t wait nine months! Zenitsu was really happy for the both of you and it really warmed his heart to hear the baby’s heartbeat. He also got very scared for you because he heard that giving birth if very painful and he’d never want to go through something like that either.

They all saw your kids as their own little siblings, especially Tanjirou. Tanjirou is very good with kids so they ended up liking Tanjirou a lot and would often beg you to let him visit more often so they could play with him. Nezuko also saw them and her own siblings and would always volunteer to knit/fix their haoris if they ever got damaged. She always brought snacks (usually toasted rice crackers) for the kids when she visited. She also helped with cooking dinner when she visited.

Zenitsu loved playing with them. Until one day your son found a worm and showed it to Zenitsu and he freaked out and thought it was a snake for a second. He started to become more wary of your son from then on.

Inosuke shared his boar mask with them and would let them ride on his back as he ran around. He also visited one day with a nicely wrapped box (wrapped by Tanjirou) and gifted it to your kids. You and Giyuu were very confused to see that it only had acorns in there.

You had Shinobu do regular check ups with you to make sure the pregnancy was going well. Despite her constant teasing, she actually told Giyuu how happy she was for him. This really warmed his heart and he couldn’t thank Shinobu enough for all her help. She helped with both the pregnancies/deliveries

Mitsuri was so so SO excited to meet the new babies!! She seemed more excited than you and Giyuu! She loves babies and thinks they’re really cute. And the fact that it’s going to be yours and Giyuu’s baby??? Geez, that just makes it 10x more adorable!! She really really wanted to be the first friend to hold the baby so you granted her wish. She was crying so much, she was so happy.

The baby’s cheeks became very red from how much Mitsuri pinched them. She nicknamed him her “Little Mochi” because of his squishy cheeks. (and she nicknamed your girl her “Little Sakura”)

Obanai kept trying to deny how happy and excited he was. “Hmph! I don’t do babies. Not at all.” But then he saw its cute, little chubby cheeks and couldn’t resist. He then vowed to be the greatest uncle to your baby boy (and girl once she visited the world)

Kyojuro was really excited to meet the baby too. His booming voice scared the baby and made him cry so Kyo learned to be more quiet around him. He was so nervous holding the baby but then got more use to it and didn’t want to hand him back. He wanted to hold on to the little boy forever!!

Muichiro was mostly dazed out but waved his finger in front of him and your little baby boy held onto him. Muichiro got very happy. “Y/N, Y/N! Look! He’s- he’s holding on to me!!” You’ve never seen him smile so wide. He’d often visit and be like, “Can I play with him today? I’ve missed him.” And he’d play with him for hours! He was the same with your little girl as well once she came around.

Sanemi kept trying to act all tough. “No! I don’t care about kids! Least of all babies! I couldn’t care less about Tomioka’s stupid ba-“ his eyes widened when he saw the baby. Then you saw the most softest smile on his face for the first time. He hugged the baby tight to him and didn’t let go or move for a while. He might or might not have teared up. But you swore with him that you saw nothing 👀 He’d make plenty of ohagi for the kids and make some extra for you and Giyuu. Giyuu was very happy to see Sanemi opening up a bit more and glad he became better friends with him as well.

“Tch, don’t get too comfortable, Tomioka. I’m only here for my niece, nephew and Y/N.” He was teasing he loved Giyuu too.

Tengen and his wives were all over the baby! His wives loved the baby so so so much!! They even planned out a baby shower for you when they heard the news so a lot of your baby stuff came from them! Once he finally joined the world, all of them teared up from joy. They all took turns holding the baby, playing with him, bouncing him on their laps. Tengen said that if you or Giyuu ever needed help, him and his wives were right there anytime.

The wives loved playing with your daughter! They’d often do her hair and make it really pretty. They’d also often spoil her with new pretty kimonos and hairpins and always said, “Once she gets older, we’ll always have girls nights out! Do all kind of girl talks and girl things! It’ll be so much fun!!”

Tengen got the baby a whole bunch of shiny jewelry and was like, “Ha! Now your baby boy shall be flamboyant! Even more flamboyant than he was before!!” He also secretly found it extremely adorable how he looked like a little baby Giyuu at first. Then he grew to have more of your facial features and it just made it even cuter for Tengen. He had a little soft spot for your daughter because he thought having a daughter would be very precious so he’d literally do anything for her (and would protect her with his life)

Gyomei was SO happy!!! He of course teared up too and was very very gentle with him. It was kind of cute seeing such a large man hold such a tiny little human. It’s like he could fit them each in one palm. He was one of your go to nanny’s and he’d always wear a pink apron when looking over the kids. He’d spoil them with lots of baked sweets. Everytime he visited, he always had a new beaded necklace to gift them. They ended getting too many and he stopped at one point. But he still gave them one on their birthdays

Shinobu found babies/kids a bit icky since they do have many bodily fluids they can’t control and sometimes don’t wash their hands but she still did normal check ups with them and was very good with them. She’d often visit with some new toys for the kids. She even got your daughter and little butterfly clip. Your son felt left out so she got him one too. For a while both your kids refered to her as the “Butterfly Lollipop Lady” since she gave them lollipops after every doctor visit. She’d just smile chillingly at Giyuu and say, “Tomioka-San, I figured you’d at least teach them my name after all I’ve done for you and your wife.” She was just teasing, she secretly loved her nickname

Shinobu also really loved listening to the baby’s heartbeat through a stethoscope. She also loved putting her hand on your belly and often talked to the baby. She’ll never admit to anyone else but she really enjoyed doing these things with both your pregnancies

[raggaraddy]

your writing is amazing 🥺

could i ask for a yoongi version of the reader being shot because of them? your other ones are so good!!!

Family affairs

@dramaclub-thin

A/N: Thank you, sweetheart! I'm glad you're enjoying the series. This one has a bit of OT7 and I hope you like it too. 💜💜💜

If anyone else wants to request, you can here.

Other parts:

Namjoon

Jimin

Taehyung

Jungkook

Summary: You'd tried so hard to hide your relationship with Yoongi from your father. You knew when he found you were dating someone from a rival club that he'd kill you. You just didn't think it would be literal.

Trigger warnings: Violence, Filicide, Blood, gun usage.

Yoongi

Mafia! Yoongi

Mafia! BTS

"Yes Daddy," you poke your head through the door to his office with a little knock. Normally you would never bother your father while he was working, but one of your brothers came to your room to let you know he was calling for you.

"Ah, Darling. Yes, have a seat." He stands up from his desk, gesturing to the chair ahead of him. "I need your advice on something."

For a moment you get a flutter in your stomach. He never asks you for anything. Your his pretty princess on a pedestal. And he never involves you in anything that a woman wouldn't have been responsible for in the 1950s.

"Of course," you smile, shifting comfortably.

"I know you're tech-savvy, so maybe you can explain this to me. I had some photos printed, but I think there must be something wrong with the camera. Have a look,"

Reaching into his desk drawer as he speaks he pulls out a stack of A4 photos. As he lays them out your eyes jump straight back up at him. Checking for his reaction, a sharp pang of absolute fear hitting you. They're pictures of you and Yoongi, his arm around you when you were coming out of the Bangtan clubhouse.

"I know the camera has to be faulty, because that" he tapes your image, "looks like you. And I know my one and only daughter wouldn't be socializing with those Bulletproof scum."

"Daddy, I-I," you stutter with no idea what to say.

You thought you were so clever, so careful that there was no way he'd ever find out. Even when Yoongi would worry about you possibly being caught you would shrug it off. Your love was invincible and meant to be, and you were smart. No chance your family would ever know you're with Yoongi, and no way his family would ever know you were from a rival gang. As far as they knew, you were just Y/n Brown, the hairdresser from one district over.

But clearly, you weren't careful or clever enough.

Your stark silence is loud enough for your father and he nods a sombre confirmation. "How long Y/n?" He questions.

"Daddy, I don't-"

"How long?!" He's quick to anger, making you jump.

"A few months," you lie, your eyes dropping to your lap. Telling him it's been closer to 18 months is only going to enrage him further.

Slumping back into his office chair he lets out a heavy sigh.

"You think you raise your kids right. To know loyalty and family." He derides looking at you fiercely. "But then you find out your own daughter will open her legs for any cretin. In complete disregard of everything she should know."

You knew it would be awful if he ever found out, you know he is a terrifying dangerous man, but hearing your father's derogatory comments are harder to take than you ever expected.

"What did you tell them?" He sits forward. His demeanour, his expression going from disappointed father to cold mafioso.

Your mouth going dry, you swallow hard. Shaking your head softly. "Nothing."

"Bullshit!" He yells. "You expect me to believe they just let the daughter of Bastille get all cosy with one of the 7 without you giving up something."

This is so bad. You knew your parents, your brothers, the entire Bastille would disown you for this, but they'll actually kill you if they think you've sold them out.

"No. I didn't tell them anything. None of them knows who I am. Only Yoongi knows. And I didn't tell him shit. You know I wouldn't." You defend yourself trying to reign in your distress.

"Well, there's a lot of things I wouldn't think a daughter of mine could do." His voice is so detached. He's stopped looking at you. This is so so bad.

"Dad. I didn't say anything." You restate, fighting to convince him. Feeling like you're trying to prove the case for your own life. "I know the rules. Don't talk to anyone. Not cops. Not friends or enemies." You repeat the words that had been drilled in your entire childhood. You knew nothing, you saw nothing. Those are the rules.

"I don't believe you." He says bitterly.

Your hands are trembling, you're panting heavily. You know being with a rival club member is a stupid thing, but the clubs are in a truce.  And despite your father's opinion, you would never be so stupid as to actually say anything. And Yoongi would never let you, even if you decided to. You did one thing wrong, but you made sure you did everything else right.

Leaning back, he opens his phone book. Searching for a number.

"Dad," You plead for his attention. Raising the phone to his ear he shushes you, placing a finger over his mouth.

You have no idea what to do. You've seen him decimate people for so much less than what he's accusing you of. You don't know how to prove your innocence.

The call answers and you can hear a distant 'hello'.  Putting the phone on speaker he puts the receiver down.

"Warren L/n here. I believe I have something of yours," he says.

"What are you talking about?" You inhale a staggered breath, hearing the familiar gruff voice of Kim Namjoon.

Your dad's plan was simple. If you were telling the truth about Bangtan not knowing who you were, their leader would be confused and concerned that you were with the leader of Bastille. But if they knew who you were, this would be a much more straightforward issue. Namjoon would understand right away why he was calling.

And if you were lying about one thing, he could assume you were lying about more.

"Say hello Y/n." Your dad prompts, his look daring you to refuse.

"Hi," You squeak, nervously chewing the inside of your cheek. Your own safety aside, Namjoon was going to kill Yoongi.

There's a brief pause. The background noise on Namjoon's side disappearing. "Kidnapping women? I didn't realise you were handling that personally now."

"Who said kidnap?" he leads the conversation.

"Then maybe you want to explain what one of our girls is doing with you?" Namjoon growls, sounding protective.

That was enough confirmation for your father. The leader didn't know what was going on. But he was about to.

On Namjoons side of the line, he was pacing back and forth in a closed meeting room at the entrance of the clubhouse. Your father was revealing the secret that you and Yoongi had fought so hard to keep.

The phone call ending, Namjoon was in a rage. Marching across the bar he stormed at the table with other members around it. His maddened expression drawing Yoongi's attention. But the older member didn't have any reason to think this fury was directed at him and so he doesn't react quick enough as Namjoon punches him in the face, knocking him from his chair.

The other boys instantly becoming alert, Jungkook jumps to Namjoons side holding his arm out in front of him, looking ready to intervene. Jimin standing between the floored Yoongi and the enraged leader.

"Hyung, what the hell ar-" Jimin snaps.

"You fucking idiot! Bastille's daughter?!" he roars trying to push through Jimin. Jungkook stepping in to help keep him at bay.

Climbing back to his feet, nursing a split lip, Yoongi's eyes go wide. Completely caught off guard by Namjoon's revelation. "How did you-" he gapes.

"Everything she's seen, everything she knows! Do you have any idea how much you've exposed this club?" He lunges again, bowling the mediating members out of the way. Diving through Yoongi, the two men trade blows as they scuffle on the floor.

The scene quickly gets out of hand, and as Yoongi throws Namjoon through a table, Jin and Hoseok come from a backroom to step in also. The four of them now working to pry the two battling men apart. Jimin and Hoseok holding back Yoongi. The oldest and youngest members trying to keep Namjoon at bay.

"Enough!" Jin scolds with a firm shove to Namjoon's chest. "Someone explain what the hell is going on!"

"Just Suga thinking with his dick, instead of his brain." Namjoon spits.

Shirking off the boys, Yoongi barges forward infuriated by the provocative comment. War breaking out again with a solid hit at Namjoon, a gash opening over his eye. Another difficult struggle beginning for the members, grappling and clawing them apart. Having to fully restrain them to have them stop. Being held as they bleed.

Grabbing both of them by the collar, Jin demands their focus. "The next man who throws a punch leaves here with a bullet in his leg!" He growls. "Am I clear?!" His fist tightens, stiffening their necklines.

"Yes,"

"Yes, Hyung."

The two of them conceded, their energy dropping as their eldest releases them. "Good. Now sit down so we can talk this shit out."

It takes several minutes and a round of drinks, but the room calms down enough for the members to sit down. They send the few 2nd levels out and the 95's girlfriends. The bar remaining with only the 7 original members. Taehyung coming back just as the disclosure began.

Namjoon starts, passing along the information your father had given him. The 6 of them all sharing disappointed, worried or angry glances towards Yoongi.

"She wouldn't have said anything." Yoongi insists, after explaining his side also. Trying to defend his decision. To defend you.

"You can't know that," Jimin argues, flumping back in his seat. Taking a sip with a pissed-off scowl on his face.

"Yeah, we've all been pussy blinded before. You're not thinking clearly." Jungkook snips.

"Maknae-" Yoongi warns. Getting tired of the disrespect that keeps getting thrown his way.

"Hey, watch it." Jin interrupts, correcting Jungkook's blunt attitude. The youngest shrugging, downing the last of his drink.

"Look, if she was giving information to L/n, then why would he call to tell you that he knows." Yoongi disputes. Hoping to bring reason back into the debate.

"He wants to trade. The latest shipment of horse for Y/n." Namjoon answers with a frustrated scoff and a roll of his eyes.

"That's close to 500 K. That's not happening," Hoseok jumps in. The rest of them firmly nodding in agreement.

"Okay, but if that's the case. If he's trying to sell her off, that means she's not working with him. Right?" Taehyung backs Yoongi's point.

"Idiot," Jimin shoves his friend, "It could be a part of the plan. A way to rip us off for half a million."

"Or it could be a set-up," Namjoon adds. "Let's say Hyung's right, and she isn't working with her old man. If we're willing to sit down, if we try to buy her back, it confirms that she knows enough that we're concerned about it."

"I'm telling you, she doesn't know anything. She didn't want to know anything. And even if she did, she's not gonna give it up." Again Yoongi vehemently defends you.

"Well if she doesn't give him anything then L/n kills her." Namjoon finalizes. "To hurt the club, and as retribution for her betrayal."

"What I don't understand is why you would let her go back? If you trust her and you know how ruthless Bastille is, why would you let her keep going back to him?" Jin asks, genuinely baffled.

Standing up Yoongi can't take anymore. He's furious. He's upset. At himself most of all. Feeling to blame for allowing you to be in this situation, he leaves in anger. Needing some time to himself to think.

"I don't know, she seemed pretty cool," Taehyung mutters, leaning into Namjoon. "You don't really think he would kill his own daughter, right?"

It's been 2 days and you've been locked in an empty storage shed at the edge of the property like a captive. Your father turned your world upside down looking for information. His people went through your computer, your phone, your car, your room. Everything that was yours he and his men had raided. And just like you said, there was nothing there. No information about Bastille, and nothing about Bangtan.

"Suga. I'm guessing that's Min Yoongi? Unless you're cheating on him." Your dad muses holding up your phone. That is so humiliating. So many nudes and dirty texts are in that chat. There may not be revealing information, but there was still plenty of personal stuff.

"You know Darling, I don't like to admit when I am wrong, but it looks like you were telling the truth. I can't find any proof that you gave up any family details." He smiles softly, your heart lifting with relief for a moment. "But then I was looking through your camera roll and, in the pictures where you actually have clothes on, it's just full of Bangtan." He comes further into the empty shed, leaning on the wall alongside you. Showing you the screen as he scrolls through. The only entrance being blocked by one of his more grizzly looking men. "See here, there's you and a bunch of them at a restaurant. There's you and the leader. You and the crazy one. Here's a family-style photo, isn't that nice."

He keeps scrolling through shot after shot, exhibiting an entire album full of Bangtan family pictures.

"I'm sure you never expected anyone else to see these. I guess I should have been teaching you not to put the same password for multiple devices." He scoffs. "But the interesting thing, when I'm going through these photos you seem to be really close with all of them. Some of these even go back to last year. Which makes the timeline you gave me a little off."

He shows the details of one of the pictures to you, the time stamp from when you had already been with Yoongi for 6 months.

"This one is from May 2nd. Last year. On the 10th those bastards stole one of my shipping containers. With nearly 100 grand worth of merchandise. Did you know about that?"

"You mean people." You sneer, his characterization of human trafficking as 'merchandise' making your skin crawl.

"So you did know." He smiles coldly.

"I found out- I knew after," you justify. Even as you continue to defend yourself, you have a sick feeling that it's all for nothing.

"I'm really curious what else you know." He hums, walking around the front of you to get back into your eye line.

"I don't know anything," you tell him for the 1000th time with an exasperated shake of your head. Moving away to the far side of the shed.

"Darling, I'm your father and I'm telling you we need to reconcile this. Your mother is worried sick. I'm here losing sleep over this. I'm giving you a chance to repay all the damage you've done. A chance to forget all this. You tell me everything you know about Bangtan, and just like that," he snaps his fingers, "you get to return to your comfortable life."

You don't trust his change in tone or his promises for a minute. You may not have known the darkest parts of who he is, but that's how you can be sure that his offer to forgive and forget is rubbish. Not even the father in him would let you forget a mistake. Especially one this major, not with the way he is reacting. And he's so much more brutal when it comes to Bastille.

"And if I don't?"

"Then you've betrayed your family. And we'll find out what we want to know in other ways." he taps the back of his hand in the other, symbolizing a beat down.

You shake your head hard. You might love your dad. But you don't like him. You've known for most of your life that he was a bad guy. And Yoongi, Bangtan, they might not be the good guys, but they've been the family you've always wanted. There is no way you were telling him even the most insignificant detail.

"Hit me all you want dad, I still don't know anything." You snarl.

"I could never hit my own daughter." He taps his heart, a feigned pained expression on his face. Nodding his head in your direction, he trades places with his man who advances on you.

Breathing hard you step back only to hit the wall.

The tall, square-built man swings. The back of his hand slapping your cheek, the force so strong that it smacks you into the corner sidewall. His hand, like a vice, grabs ahold of your head and mightily slams it into the steel beam running down the sheet metal wall. Pushing your hands against his chest, you weakly attempt to fend him off, but he ends your efforts with another solid wack against the frame.

As blood streams down your head, his focus switches. The majority of his attacks landing on your torso.

With you curled up on the floor, wheezing and gasping for breath, the assault finally stops. But not out of mercy. Even through the ringing in your ears, you can hear the outburst of gunfire in the distance.

Both your dad and his man rush out, leaving you locked away. While it's for an equally terrifying reason, you're thankful to have this time to catch your breath. Although every laborious intake brings agony.

After some time, light floods back into the room, your father standing in the doorway outlined by the setting sun. "I'm sorry Darling. If I had to do this, I hoped it would be a bit more ceremonious. But we don't have the time for that now."

You gasp at him raising his gun at you. He shoots three times. One in your chest, one in your shoulder and one in your stomach.

The shock, the impact takes the breath from you. And you can't draw it back in. Your eyes glassing over, your head filled with nothing but white noise. Feeling a fleeting moment of relief as everything goes quiet and dark.

"Fuck. No!" Yoongi howls. He, Jin and two 2nd ranks had chased after your father as he fled.

Bangtan's siege on his property was highly successful till that point, and he had run downhill to the storage garage. Looking to make a getaway.

The other's continue after him as Yoongi stumbles into you. His steely outer shell crumbling away the moment he sees your body limp and bleeding out.

Falling beside you he leans over shaking and in tears. Kissing your lips gently with heartfelt pleas "I'm sorry Y/n. I'm so sorry. Please don't do this. Please."

Jin doubles back, watching distraught from the entrance as his brother falls apart.

Lifting your head up, Yoongi brings your forehead to his. The movement making you splutter blood. The first sign of life that either of the men had seen.

"Holy fuck, she's alive." Jin gawks, jumping in beside Yoongi pressing on the hole in your stomach. The bullet in your shoulder and chest had both hit bone, stopping the slug from going through, blocking the wounds from severe blood loss. The bullet in your torso shot through your bowls and thankfully not through your vital organs. Meaning your chances of survival were much higher. It was either 3 highly unlucky shots or three precisely placed ones.

"I'm so sorry Y/n." Yoongi's in shock. Devastated and guilt-ridden, and unable to make himself function.

"Dude, get your shit together or she's not gonna make it." Jin smacks the side of his brothers head, snapping him out of his grief-stricken daze.

"Can you save her?" He asks rubbing the tears from his eyes.

"Not a chance. But I can keep her alive for a minute until we get to the clubhouse. Call the doc, tell him to meet us there." Jin orders, having much more clarity at this moment. "And get the boys to bring the car around. We're going to need a few of us to move her."

Yoongi follows Jin's lead, wiping the blood from his hands onto his pants to dial.

"Think of it this way," Jin smiles shortly, trying to soothe Yoongi's fear and panic with an ill-timed joke. "If she survives, at least she'll have proved she's Bangtan."

[danger-noodle-uwu]

This is a pretty graphic idea I had but I understand if you don’t want to do it or find it too triggering.

I want to request hc’s of the Brothers + Datables (but if you do the Brothers and Datables separately than just the Brothers please) reacting to MC being summoned but MC’s covered in blood and holding a weapon like a bat or knife, because they massacred their abusive family and they don’t feel bad about it at all. Mc’s pretty emotionally hollow and they don’t show much reaction or fear to dangerous situations either since the Bros do start off threatening and rude but they relate to Mammon since he’s emotionally abused by his Bros and physically punished by Lucifer.

This is only if you feel comfy doing it and I apologize if I broke the rules and making you find it very triggering and disturbing

Trigger warning!

Mentions of blood/murder/abuse

Do not proceed if sensitive

Lucifer

At the summoning part, Lucifer would be merely worried about what type of student has diavolo choosen, pitying his taste. Though he was but a demon, weary and skittish around you.

The Avatar of pride scared of mere human?

(Though he kinda was)

Blood being spilled on the floor was common in devildom yet he was unfazed.

But now, things are different and he can't help to worry about how this weak creature will influence on his brothers.

the fallen-morningstar tried to keep you away from the entire of his brothers including himself.

He also made sure that never was anything that could be used as a potential weapon surround you.

Often the man would receive rather harsh words from you and get somewhat hurt. Yet , not a single cry reach your ears.

(Que enemies to lovers dynamic)

When the pair started dating, the raven-haired demon had already known the past and what it once held for mc...

Oh how much he wishes, he helped you instead of interrogating every movement, to regain the 'you' that your parents killed. So, he will find a solution. To find those rascals in the realm of spirits or demons and put them once again at your mercy.

Prepare yourself Mc. For a whole month of pampering and love as he will never dare repeat the mistake he made.

Mammon

As the story is, Mammon didn't encounter you first but only heard melody of your voice.

The first meet was unforgettable, he was petrified to see the blood dripping off your slender bruised figure.

One thought that he was scared however, No he was anything but scared. He had thought you were the one hurt like--you know h-how Lucifer hurts him.

He rushed towards you but was stopped by the eldest saying " They aren't hurt." And this was the first person tried who befriend you.

When your words were sweetly aimed at him and just HIM. He'd feel his heart beat racing like crazy which made him believe he thought you found him special.

He was never honest with anyone, until you showed up. His biggest fear was snapping because of the mean comments his brothers pass and you had probably done something similar.

He wanted to know. Though dense he may seem, he hoped you'd tell him.

Was it scary? Do you feared this before? Is it still scary? Do you feel emotions after this?

Yet he never asked...

When the greedy Boi and mc started dating, they told everything about their condition. Of how they snapped.

He was the most understanding of his brothers and promised to never let another one harm you. Not even you.

He loved even more since that day. Not to mention 1323433454455686 'I love you's per day.

Leviathan

Blabbering lord knows what, Leviathan had stepped out of his room even if that was to scold mammon and get his money back.

He obviously knew about the exchange program but what he didn't know was that bloody murderer would be part of it!!!

He wasn't moving when he saw the numb expression you wore and the bloody knife you had held.

Inside, he was scared shitless but he didn't know how to show it.

A mere-human had terrified The great admiral of hell's navy. What shame he was.

"Oi cut it out!" Yelled the scummy yet kind demon protectively moving between the two.

In the beginning, he felt unsafe only by your gaze and refusing to make eye contact.

And then, a good day to exit to his room. The true reason being the pearly raindrops that had littered the gardens of HOL.

He saw you... soaking wet smiling and hurting... shining brightly though it felt dim.

That day. That dammed day. He found out who truly were. A beautiful person who was just hurting and breaking.

Since then, he has been a mix of a nagging mother but also shy as if a touch-me-not.

Dating him was heavenly, he wasn't shy with touch yet words were a whole another thing to him.

He always left 'Love you's in the chats and reminders on your phone that were just a bunch of 'eat healthy' 'stay safe', etc.

And this was certain that his love will never end.

Satan

Snatching the bat from your hands, the blonde-man threatened to kill you with your own weapon if you dared to move.

And that's exactly what you wanted... to die... to end the suffering...

And he saw it.

Saw how horribly you were hurting, he knew what it felt however, he couldn't lose his composure not in front of his brothers.

Wrath is a storm which is followed by pain. He knew this. Same in your case except pain knocked the doors first.

He knew it was too early for asking. So, he kept his mouth shut. Not wishing to hurt you any further though he didn't know why he felt this way.

When you finally finished your 2nd month in your new home, things had changed as the Avatar of wrath often talked to you not about how bloody you arrived or you had killed but are you okay now?

His words were soft. So sweet.

Each time he would offer you his shoulder to cry on, you would feel your heart slowly warm up. Slightly more each-time.

Soon enough you started dating the green-eyed pact demon of yours, recalling the long lost feeling of warmth and love.

The knowledgeable one loved to show physical affection especially in front of his brothers.

Oh~ the smell of their burning envy, when he kissed the nape of your neck and complimented you.

Post-its were his favorite though.

He would often write 'Love you, kitten' 'take break,love' 'you look amazing today',etc.

Asmodues

He yelped when he saw a bloodied figure emerge from the purple haze. Are they okay?

He was concerned only till a knife was spotted next your seemingly heartless figure. Now, he was somewhat hiding behind satan in disgusted yet anxious way.

You gaze deeply disturbed him to an extent he even had nightmares of you ripping him open with same knife and had that soul-less expression.

He much like Leviathan refused to see you after the encounter but what was different, was the course of events...

He saw you arguing with Lucifer, for you refused let him hurt Mammon who curled behind you.

Asmo felt pity for you as he knew the outcome of an argument with the eldest.

"Lucifer don't hurt him, please. He already has enough bruises" Asmo says giving his sweet brother Luci the puppy eyes, hoping they would work. (Yeah they didn't)

But nonetheless Luci~ still backed out and left the hallway.

You rush for the poor injured demon, he is crying while thanking you for the save.

And there for one moment, The lustful blond saw emotion in those glassy eyes of yours. It was beautiful and aching at the same time.

Making him greedy for more...

Later the very same day, he approached you finally asking the questions his head was haunted by.

What was weird? He didn't blame you for breaking instead he complimented you for being a survivor of such harsh tortures.

Accepting his confession was the best thing you ever did.

He is open with affection especially when you both are in public to show he is yours. You are his. You belong together.

for his hunger to see those pretty eyes shine with joy is endless, he makes Mc smile with happiness and love

Beelzebub

Famished as always was the sixth born. Especially after smelling human blood.

Little did he know the blood of the now dead parents of mc, the exchange student.

He wasn't even fazed unlike his brothers. He couldn't care any less than he did nor about the blood neither about the weapon clutched in your hands.

Even if you passed insults, he wouldn't mind. Sometimes, he asks why you dislike him? And is fine even if the answer is illogical. (Don't fuckin hate him)

Numb eyes. Tears flowing freely. Cuts. Bruises. Hurting. Dying inside.

The glutton wipes the sweat off his forehead remembering the condition of yours in that horrendous nightmare.

You looked awfully similar to belphi when- when s-she died. He blamed himself and hurt himself for being so useless. Just like you do.

And then realization hits--

YOU ARE HURTING!!

He now knew why your rude words didn't hurt him because you were like belphegor trying to protect your fragile heart.

Why you look numb? because you're trying to hide the pain. Push people away so you don't get hurt when they go away.

The following day, you were gently woken by the huge teddy bear. He held a hand out for you before taking you to his room for the special breakfast.

You teared upon the sight instantly realizing that he recognized your suffering. He apologized for not noticing earlier and from now, he will be there for you.

Never in the three realms did he think he'd fall for you? Maybe he had all along just didn't notice....

Once you begin dating the orange-head, he was ecstasic and cheerful all the time. Encouraging words followed you everywhere.

He would often eat the entire fridge out. So as apology, a cupcake with sorry written on it was placed on the kitchen counter. Other days, when he won't go such extreme, carrot chips or a poison apple etc. Waited for you.

Beely is the opposite of possessive. Protective. He is Protective and supports you through the ups and downs in life. He was your true savior. A savior who never judged you for your past.

His Love is the sky, you learned to fly in.

Belphegor

He had heard the tale of how the human exchange student had shown up covered in blood with a bat in hand.

Never did he believe that it was true until seeing the monotone figure of them.

The way they spoke made them like Lucifer. Emotionless. Heartless. Ruthless. Monster.

He wanted to strangle them on spot but he was stuck within the confines of the attic.

The sloth couldn't help passing comment making mc slowly reveal the aching heart of their own-self.

Expression faultered and he saw it--No, no more like felt it. The way their tears were swallowed. The way their voice turned monotone once again to cover what had already been seen.

However, the seventh born didn't say a word, he just showed affection through body language as they couldn't touch each other yet.

After he was free from the prison of an attic, he ran to you. His star. The one that guided him out to freedom.

It felt weird dating the lazy demon. Afterall, he was doing nothing other than shoving compliments in your face and dozing off here and there.

Few months pass and things become smoother than how they were.

Now, he always compliments you but softly and sweetly. Always willing to listen to whatever you wanna rant about.

"You are my true love, Mc. The star that guides to where I belong when I'm lost."

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Welp! That was long as hell. Anyway, thank you for the request. It kinda feels like you and my sister share the same brain cell cuz she said the same thing but like- mc ate their organs and more messy. God I hope you like it...

Good day!

[itsrayyyyyyyyyy]

Imagine a yandere ghost who is cursed is trapped in the doll, so one day a family came to live in his house, but what the ghost did not expect is to fall in love with the couple's eldest daughter. Maybe this yandere ghost (doll) use the younger brother to get closer to his beloved...

this...*MUAH* CHEF’S KISS

I completely forgot about the doll part...I’m sorry T~T

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ENTANGLED (Yandere!Ghost x Female!Reader)

TW:DARK THEMES, KIDNAPPING, SWEARING, MENTIONS OF DEATH

B/n = Brother’s name

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A shiver ripped through your body as the cold autumn breeze flew past you from the car window. You pulled your old sweater closer to you as the forest flew past you from the backseat of your mother's minivan. You pulled back from the open window and leaned back in your seat, a yawn leaving your lips and a neutral expression settling on your face. "Y/n, if you're tired, why not take a nap like your brother? It'll be a few more hours until we get to the house." Your father turned in the passenger seat to give you a warm smile as he adjusted his box frame glasses. You turned to your younger brother B/N, who was fast asleep next to you and drooling on his window. You furrowed your brows and let out a small noise of disgust at the sight before turning and rolling up your window, then laying against it. "Alright, Dad. Wake me up when we get there." You sighed as your eyes fluttered closed with the sound of the car and your mother's humming filling your ears.

…Y/n...

..Y/n.

.."Y/N!" 

You jumped at the sound of a voice yelling in your ear. You turn to the side to see your little brother banging on your window. "Come on! Mom and Dad are moving stuff inside already!" He pulled away with a big grin as he ran forward to help your parents. A forlorn sigh left you as you picked up your backpack and climbed out of the car. At the sound of you slamming your car door shut, your mother walks over and wraps her arm around you. "So pumpkin, What do you think of our new home?" She said looking up at the house. You turned towards the house and your eyes widened.

 The house was...old. Like, super old by the looks of it. "Isn't it beautiful? It was created in 1846 by some Swedish architect." You rolled your eyes at her enthusiasm but you wouldn't lie...it was a beautiful building. She saw you roll your eyes and did a drum roll against her leg. "But my lovely daughter that is not all...It is rumored this house is haunted!" She let a feigned evil laugh escape her lips as she rubbed her hands evilly. "Haunted?" "Yes." You quirked an eyebrow as a signal for her to tell you more before she wrapped her arm around you and led you closer to the house. "The creator made this home for his family of 5; him, his wife, and their 3 children. And when the house was under construction, there was an accident. His oldest son was crushed by an unsecured beam, killing him. The creator was so distraught and heartbroken, he couldn't even finish the home even though 2/3's of it had already been completed. He just packed up the rest of his family and left."

As your mother continued telling you about the gruesome history of the new home, you both looked inside from the open front door after hearing a crash. "Honey? What was that?" Your mother said letting you go and approaching the door. "...It was one of your porcelain teacups..." Your father shouted from inside with a worried tone. Your mother screeched in horror before going inside and yelling at your father for breaking one of her prized possessions. You sighed and turned from the house, pulling out your phone and texting one of your friends. As the message sent, you turned off your phone only to freeze. in the reflection of your phone's dark screen, was the front window of the 3rd story. In the window, stood the silhouette of a boy. He looked down at you with a solemn look in his eyes. You quickly turned and looked into the window, only to be met with nothing in the window. You gulped at the memory before grabbing a box next to the steps leading to the door and heading inside.

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Your eyes snapped open as you lay in the dark of your new room. You sit up from your mattress as it lay on the hardwood and peer out of your window; as the moon peered back at you leaving a thin stream of light across your face. It's been 3 days since you moved in and you can't help but always feel watched; even as you sit on the mattress. You reached over and turned on your lamp as you stood up and walked over to the bookshelf in your room. You slid your fingers against the dark wood before picking up one of your favorite books. You flipped through the pages before stopping at a certain page when something fell out. You peered down at your floor and saw a pressed dandelion. The dandelion lay still in your fingers as you picked it up; then brushing its petals softly. "What a lovely flower." You said quietly with a smile on your face as a thump could be heard across the hall. You gasped quietly at the noise in alarm as you placed the flower and the book on top of the bookshelf.

You shuffled across the floor towards the door and pressed your ear against it to hear something, only to be met by the sound of your heartbeat. You exhaled as you slowly turned the doorknob and peered into the dark hallway towards the noise; it had come from your bother's room. You took your phone from your pajama shorts and turned on the flash as you walked closer to your brother's room. The floor creaked and groaned as you passed through the hallway. You quickly reached for the doorknob and turned it, hearing a click as it opened. You flashed your light in your room to see your brother hunched over on the floor next to the window. You called out his name but when you received no response, you quickly came behind him and turned him. He looked back at you with different eyes. You stumbled back in shock before falling on your butt next to him. He stared at you with unnerving eyes before he slowly began to stand, but something was wrong; very wrong. As he stood, his body began cracking, twisting, and twitching. He became taller and skinnier, and his skin became deathly pale. The boy who stood before you was not your brother. Right before you let out a scream, a thin and brittle hand covered your mouth as eyes as black as ebony stared back at you. "Shh my love, there is no need to be frightened." The boy spoke with a small smile. You grabbed his arm and tried to remove it but his other arm came to wrap around your waist, before pulling you against his chest. You pushed hard against him, trying desperately to escape but he was surprisingly very strong for someone who looked so fragile and weak.

 "Who are you?" Your trembling voice spoke once your arms grew tired. "I am Stephen, my love. And finally after so so long, I found my one true love." He spoke while stroking your back carefully. "What the fuck are you talking about, and what have you done with my brother?" You yelled as Stephen gripped you tighter. "Don't you see my love? For us to be together, I had to take his body and make it my own. I knew I had to the moment I saw you enter this place for the first time." You stopped and stared at him. It felt like the world was crumbling around you. "That...isn't possible." Your voice trembled as tears began to form in your eyes. "Oh, but it is my love and now we can be together." You felt him hit you over the head with something as your vision became spotty. But right before you slipped into unconsciousness, you heard him.

 "We can be together forever."

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moriarty the patriot headcannons

| requested by anon: can you write headcanons for moriarty brothers meeting and having dinner with s/o's parents for the first time? and s/o's father is overprotective. thanks 🤍🙆🏻 |

william x reader; louis x reader; albert x reader

word count: 1857

tw: mentions of toxic behavior in albert’s hcs

a/n: IM BACK AND THRIVING BBS!!! it’s so good to be back again to writing!!! hhh i’m so sorry if this is far from what you wanted but i hope you all enjoy it nonetheless!!!! lowkey went off the railings w this one so 👀 also if i missed any tags, please let me know!!!!!

william: 803 words

it had been you and your father since you were younger bc your mom was the “lucky” choice of some noble

but you wouldn’t have it any other way

you two are very close and everyone in the town knows

that, and that you both hate nobles

so it’s no surprise when the moriartys move into town, you’re both less than pleased

you always try your best to avoid them whenever they come into your town and your father always begs his friends to take the nobles as customers, despite the fact it could be good for business

but the town you lived in was particularly small and you did end up bumping into william

literally

some stupid man didn’t see you crossing the road and you were nearly crushed by the carriage if it hadn’t been for the hand that pulled at your wrist

“i swear people these days don’t know how to drive carriages.”

you don’t know who you were expecting

BUT ANYONE BUT A NOBLE

“are you alright?”

“i’m fine thank you—“

you’re absolutely flustered

how did i not know that this was a noble??? he smells so clean!

“i’ve got to be on my way now!” and you left william there with no explanation

but lil did you know he actually knew who you were

or to an extent, you weren’t as sneaky as you’d hoped you’d be

he saw you hiding in corners and alleyways every time you two accidentally made eye contact

and some of the townsfolk actually told him a little about you and your father so he understood why you weren’t too welcoming

but to take great lengths to avoid him??? he is very intrigued

so he starts off small, trying to send you a kind smile before you dart off behind a fruit stall

he really tries his best to get close to you and after a few weeks (and a few persuasive friends), he finally gets to hold a conversation with you

and boy does he fall FAST

it takes a while but you finally reciprocate his feelings and he thinks its smooth sailing from there right???

lmao everyone knows your father is literally the most intimidating looking man that could ever walk the earth

if they didn’t know him personally, they would be afraid of getting curb stomped 🤠

i mean,, he’s a big softie but god forbid anyone even DARES to look at you in a romantic light

you warn william of this and he’s like “don’t worry love, it shouldn’t be too bad”

it is bad

even william has cold hands bc your father is giving him the dirtiest look

dinner isn’t even dinner it’s a grill with how much questions your father is asking him

it does NOT help that he’s a noble

“so,,, you’re a noble”

“your cooking is amazing sir”

your father leaves the table for a little bit and you can hear the quiet sigh of relief from william

“i’m sorry for my father”

“no, no,,, i just,,, your father’s really intimidating, isn’t he?”

you let out a chuckle and william relaxed, a soft smile gracing his lips

“he can be, but it’s just something he does.” you threw a wistful gaze at the door your father disappeared before.

“he’s just worried about you, i can see it. he doesn’t want you around people like me.” you grabbed his hand over the table and he gently squeezed your hand.

“if anything, if he’d give you a chance, he’d want me to be with you. noble or not”

you both continue to have a delightful conversation, your sweet laughs filling the room

however, you didn’t know your father was listening in on your conversation and he couldn’t agree more with william

your mother left with more than just a curt goodbye and unshed tears

she left you with a tear stained letter filled with sorrowful regrets and sincere apologies

he knew you would eventually grow up to be critical of the world and if you were to find out that your mother had left unwillingly, he was afraid that you would be too bitter towards the world

but as he hears your laugh and his worries are dulled down a little

he sees you smiling so happily at william and when he chances a glance at the noble beside you, his worries are completely erased

william’s looking at you the same way everyone swore he looked at your mother

it’s a gentle gaze filled with love and kindness, one that he knew could protect you and take care of you

your father hated nobles and hovered over you when it came to love

but he couldn’t help but hold back on questions when he came back and you instantly noticed that your father took a liking william

louis: 508 words

everyone knew you as “Little Noble” in your town

the sole reason being your father literally treating you like a noble lmao

he gave you the best of everything he could afford and tried his best to not let you do any work

tried

of course, you were a little angel and you HAD to help otherwise you’d cry about making someone else tired when you could’ve easily helped

you’ve carried this trait until your early twenties and there were no signs that you would stop

hence why you were bringing home some fresh fruits from the stall clerk before a man bumps into you

you were so caught off guard that your knee buckled and you fell on your butt

everyone was stunned into silence as you fell but louis was so apologetic

so when he helped you back up, he felt the chilling stares of the town burning into his back

and then you apologize for bumping into him when he was the one who bumped into you and you fell??????

“please, let me make you something! i feel so bad!”

he tries to decline but there was this odd pressure to say yes to you

he ends up going home with you

you’re both in front of the door before your father opens it, his eyes wide

“who is this boy?”

“oh, i didn’t get his name on the way here. what is your name?”

your poor father’s heart is pounding way too fast for his liking

“oh! look at that, thank you so much for bringing my child home! you should be going home now”

he tries to shut the door on louis but you hold it open and beckon louis inside

“i invited him here! i accidentally bumped into him earlier so i offered to make him something!”

louis is so awkward pls

your father reluctantly lets him in but gives him a side eye the whole time he’s in the house

“does your child do this often?”

“why? do you find it strange?”

YOUR FATHER IS SO PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE PLEASE SAVE LOUIS

anyways, you finish making your treat and give it to louis, your father glaring at your interaction

louis is still a little stiff but the more you talk to him, his guard is let down a little

soon enough he has to leave and you wish him well

he leaves with a wave and a kind smile and you look over at your father who had been scowling since you appeared at the front door

“he is a bit cute, don’t you think father?”

your father sputters, stunned by your bold claim

“y-you’re still too young to think about men like that!”

you laugh and shut the front door, teasing your poor father about finding love while also wondering if you would meet louis again

as you talk with your father behind closed doors, louis smiles to himself as he thinks about the unusual encounter today

surely, if i met them again tomorrow, it would make for a pleasant day

albert: 546 words

he meets your father before he meets you

it was during a ball your parents organized in order to connect with the more prestigious nobles around you

your parents were obsessed with the way your family was viewed and apparently being an earl wasn’t enough

so albert hears about you when your father boasts about how you’re the perfect child who answered to his every beck and call

in all honesty, albert was disgusted

no one deserved to be brought up like that

he casually makes his way into the conversation and your father is seething

“my child is your age, it’s a shame you act like this, i would have thought of you as a prime husband for them”

who is this earl to tell him what to do?

needless to say your father crosses him off of the guest list for the next ball

days go by and your father doesn’t know that you’re currently in town, doing what you can to help the working class as best as you can

it is on one particular day of visiting an orphanage do you run into the eldest moriarty brother

you two exchange polite greetings and you both pause

“your father is the earl, is he not?”

“you are a general of the army, are you not?”

a brief mention of your father and your mood dulls slightly

“yes, but i’m here on my own accord”

he would kill you if he found out you were amongst the “filth” as he called them

“well, i’ve brought books for the children, would you like to help me read some to them?”

he seemed sincere enough to not want anything more from you, so you agreed

he was actually very pleasant to be around and you find yourself enjoying his company

the meetups continued to happen and soon enough, albert finds himself standing in front of the doors to your family estate

your father is not pleased at all

“it’s nice to meet you again, sir”

“i didn’t forget about what you said to me at our first meeting”

and you’re sitting there like,, ????? they’ve met??? and your father doesn’t like albert???????

of course, inviting albert to your home would have repercussions but you didn’t expect your father to be so hostile

he was always hostile towards other nobles unless they were of higher importance than him

but for him to hate albert so quickly and openly??? this was quite new

you had mentioned that your father has always been one for power so it was clear to albert that you obviously grew up in a home that was more,,, toxic than protective

it was at dinner that this behavior reached its peak and albert despised the atmosphere and the way your father treated you

“i’ve come here to ask for your child’s hand in marriage”

your father rejects the idea without any hesitation

“i refuse to have them live the rest of their life in your household when they could do so much better”

when you invited albert that night, you knew there would be repercussions with your father

but what you didn’t expect was that you would leave your father and adopt the moriarty name as your own, the family welcoming you with open arms

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