#that she offers to stay with the brothers full time to care for the younger brother

[oscargender]

Had the most. Specific dream

[keerysfreckles]

Maybe luke having a skincare day with aphrodit!reader? I’m in love with your stories 😭😭😭💕

rosy — luke castellan

pairing: luke castellan x aphrodite fem!reader

warnings: use of y/n and she/her pronouns

a/n: the og mean girls musical soundtrack >>>

masterlist !

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winter at camp half-blood couldn't be described easily. it snowed all around the camp, but never inside the barrier. yet somehow it was still cold. the snow pillowed around the barrier of the hill, and the white clouds just stayed just above the camp.

most campers went back to their homes after the summer, sometime in august. very few stayed. either to train, or just using camp as an excuse to stay away from their un-goldy parent.

nothing was different this year as most campers went home. some would say even less stayed at camp this year. three out of the twelve cabins were completely empty.

y/n l/n, daughter of aphrodite, made the choice to stay at camp this year. she couldn't take another year of her younger mortal brother bugging her 24/7 when she was home. her step-mother wasn't a cash prize either. she would always critize y/n, mostly for her looks and mannerisms. yes, y/n, daughter of aphrodite. the prettiest most breathtaking goddess' daughter, was being critized for her looks.

y/n knew she made the better choice once she found out luke castellan was staying at camp as well. the hermes cabin was always full, all year long. so luke found himself inside y/n's cabin more than his own.

this didn't change as luke was currently walking inside the cabin. he was always mesmerized by it. the whole cabin was light pink, with matching pink columns on each side of the porch. it was a taller cabin, having two stories. there were many engravings of cupid and hearts all over the outside walls. it was so different from hermes' all wood, traditional looking cabin.

luke enters the cabin, being met with even more pink. the two couches in the room where white, along with all the other furniture. the cabin was full of mirrors and more engravings of cupid.

"love?" luke called into the cabin. he knew y/n was at camp, he just wasn't sure where.

"upstairs!" y/n yelled. she was sitting at one of the vanity's upstairs, the one she claimed as her own in the summer. it was full of her own things. makeup, trinkets, jewelry – everything really.

luke walked up the short stairway and his heart warmed at the sight of his girlfriend. you heard right, girlfriend. the two camp counselors started dating in the summer of last year. luke protected y/n a bit more than the other campers when she was unclaimed. they didn't drift apart once she moved cabins either, which both were extremely grateful for.

luke took her out on a very cheesy picnic date at the end of summer, before y/n went home. he was nothing but a gentleman the whole time. of course he had to end the date with a kiss, which leads the couple where they are today.

"why aren't you outside with the others? all the apollo campers are putting on a play right now," luke drags an empty chair from another vanity and brings it towards y/n's.

the girl finishes wiping her face, removing the makeup she had on earlier in the day.

"i just wanted a self care day," she answered honestly, "everything just got so overwhelming after lunch."

luke nodded as he undertsood. he knows how loud the camp can be sometimes, even in it's deserted state.

he rested his head on y/n's shoulder and watched through the mirror as she put a green substance all over her face.

"what is that for?" luke asks curiously.

"it's a face mask, it helps clean your pores and help with wrinkles and ache," y/n responds, while rubbing the green mask on her forehead.

"let me do it with you," luke offers.

y/n turns with furrowed eyebrows, "what? why?"

luke shrugs, "it's something cute couples do, isn't it?"

"well, yes i guess so," y/n pauses to smile, "here, sit up straight."

luke does as she says, while the girl grabs the container and stands in between his legs.

luke finally notices she's wearing one of his shirts he must've left in the cabin in one of their many sleepovers. he thought it looked way better on her than it did on him.

the mask was cold when it touched luke's warm skin, making y/n mutter out a few sorry's before continuing. luke had his hands placed on her thigh's gently rubbing circles on her exposed skin. he never understood why she wore shorts as pajamas in the winter.

"why are you looking at me like that?" y/n wonders out loud. she's done putting the face mask on her boyfriend. she sets tge container down and wipes her hands on a towel, before placing her arms over luke's shoulders.

"what? i can't stare at my absolutely gorgeous girlfriend?" the two of them laugh. "i got lucky with you."

y/n blushes, and she swears luke's can see ut under the mask covering her skin.

"and i got lucky with you," y/n tells the hermes boy. she watches his smile only grow.

she then leans down to kiss luke's lips. they're as soft and as warm as ever. she wondered how they were always warm, especially in the winter. her fingers threaded through the curls at the base of his neck, earning a small moan from him. moments pass and y/n's bottom lip was now being pulled between luke's teeth.

y/n pulled away, knowing what luke wanted. she couldn't help but giggle at the whine coming from her boyfriend.

"we might have to get this mask off if we want to go any further, huh?"

y/n only giggled more as luke was quick to run to the cabin bathroom to wash the face mask off his face. y/n was quick to follow and once both of their faces were clean, luke pulled y/n to her bed.

"i love you," luke says in between kisses.

"i love you too," y/n stares at the boy for a moment, with nothing but adoration, before pulling him in for many more kisses.

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Yes. The Weasleys had too many kids. An analysis. (Part 2 of 2)

So, where were we? Right. The Weasleys have so many kids that it fucks with their family dynamic and with the mental health of everyone involved. Last time, we looked at Molly and Arthur during the war. We ended in 1981, which means that all kids are born, now. Molly is still nursing. (It’s common to nurse kids up to two or three years, while slowly weaning them, so I assume that this is what Molly does.) She’s finally done with becoming pregnant every other year, however. And it’s about time, because her workload is bigger, than any single person can handle. And while it will decrease over time, it will stay enormous for the next couple of years.

1982 – Bill (who will be 12 at the end of the year) starts Hogwarts. It’s his first lick of freedom. There is no babysitting-duty at Hogwarts. All he has to do is stay out of trouble and earn good grades. Other than that, he is free to do what he wants. He will be the only Weasley-sibling in Hogwarts for two years. Because of this, his parents probably have enough money in reserve to buy him a full Hogwarts-kit without resorting to second-hand-stuff too much. (He might get second-hand books, but his robes and wand are probably new.)

At home, life is still hard for Molly. She has one less kid to take care of, but the kids who are still in her care are a handful. She still needs to teach Charlie. Percy got 6 over the summer and is a little nerd, so she is likely teaching him, too. Fred and George are still chaos incarnate. (And they are just getting started, really.)

Bill’s duties (chores around the home and watching his younger brothers) get passed down to Charlie. Percy might try his hand on this, too, because he is still in direct competition with the twins and Mum gives him attention when he helps her.

The war is over and the Weasleys start to feel the effects of this. As Death Eaters are captured and sentenced, the Wizarding World starts to feel safe, again. The stress eases off (but Molly is probably still grieving.) 

Arthur’s work schedule slowly goes back to more normal levels, allowing him to spend more time at home. However, he missed out on a big chunk of his children’s childhood. It’s also hard to return to his role as a parent, because at this point, the roles of the family are pretty much established: Molly is in charge and does most of the work. Some of the easier chores are passed down to her kids (first Bill, now Charlie, later Percy). This includes watching over his younger brothers while Molly takes care of her toddlers. It’s kind of hard for him to integrate himself into this dynamic. (Just imagine him doing the laundry or the dishes – it’s very likely that he has a different way for doing this, which could easily disrupt Molly’s workflow or simply just annoy her.) 

I think he will mostly stick to the stuff he did when Bill and Charlie were little. So he’s taking his kids out for trips on the weekends. But this is difficult, too, because it’s not Bill and Charlie anymore, but Charlie, Percy, Fred and George. Their dynamic is entirely different, and it’s hard to keep an eye on all of them, while also satisfying their needs equally. (Especially because Percy, Fred and George start to clash.) As a result, the trips are probably not as frequent as they once were.

It’s also possible that Arthur picks up his Muggle-hobby at this point. (Picking up this hobby causes him to spend at least some evenings in his shed, tinkering with Muggle-stuff instead of helping his wife. I imagine him to fade into the background a little bit, while he leaves the household and child-rearing to his wife.)

1984 – Charlie starts Hogwarts.

There are now two Weasley-Siblings at Hogwarts, but things are still pretty chill for them. It’s still just Bill and Charlie, after all. Bill is probably considered trustworthy enough by his teachers to receive a time-turner, so he can take all electives Hogwarts has to offer. (I do wonder how much Molly’s expectations are playing into this. She clearly expects her children to do well at Hogwarts, both in terms of grades and behavior. At this point, he is either a massive nerd like Hermione, trying to perform well to fulfill his mother’s expectations, or both. He is also setting a standard for his siblings here, whether this is on his own accord or because of pressure he receives from Molly.)

At home, Percy (now 8) takes over Charlie’s duties. He tries to control Fred and George. It’s likely that he fails miserably. They are just too close age-wise for this to work. 

Fred and George are 6 now and start to play rough. Last year, Fred turned Ron’s teddy bear into a giant spider (which probably caused Ron to develop arachnophobia). Next year, they will try to talk Ron into making an Unbreakable Vow with them. So keeping an eye on them is getting harder, not easier.

At this point in time, Scabbers exceeds the life span of his species. Rats can get up to two or three years old. (And Rowling knows this. This information is included in book 3, when Ron takes Scabbers to the pet store to have the witch there check on him.) This is Scabbers third year with the Weasleys, so his time is up. No one seems to notice, though. I don’t blame Percy (or the other kids) for this, but Molly and Arthur should notice that they don’t have to replace a rat or have a talk about how Scabbers is happier in the great rat heaven. They don’t and I wonder why. My suggestions are: a) They are either not paying any attention to Percy and his pet (which would suck) or b) Scabbers is turning into Peter and uses a wand (his own or Molly’s) to confund them as needed (which would suck even more).

1987 – Percy starts Hogwarts.

At the end of the 1986/87 school year, Bill (who is a prefect now) takes his OWL in all 12 courses Hogwarts has to offer. It’s possible he returns his time turner after this or keeps it until his graduation to deal with his NEWT-workload. He now starts his sixth year. Charlie is in his fourth year and is already on the Quidditch team. Molly is very, very proud of both of them.

Percy is a wee first year and doesn’t have to watch out for any younger siblings for once. He can focus on learning instead. He is probably the first boy in the family to end up with hand-me-down robes, as he has a similar build as Bill and Bill has probably outgrown his first set.

Scabbers is six, now. So he has lived twice as long as a normal rat would. Still, no one has caught up to the fact that he is awfully old for a rat. It’s very likely that he accompanies Percy to Hogwarts. (It should be noted that Hogwarts only allows cats, owls and toads as pets, so Percy probably got a permission to bring a rat instead. However, no one at the school notices Scabber’s age either.)

Life at home is still chaotic. Fred and George are 10, Ron is 8 and Ginny is 7. Molly is probably teaching all of them. Her workload is slowly going down to a more manageable level, but keeping the twins in check is still a challenge.

She probably doesn’t expect Fred and George to do chores and watch over their siblings. (At least not in the same way she expected from her older kids.) Mostly, because she can’t trust them to do it. (Remember the Unbreakable Vow? Yeah, that.) Additionally, Ron simply has no authority over them, so that’s not an option either.

1989 – Fred and George start Hogwarts.

In his seventh year, Bill was made Head Boy. By now, he took his NEWTs and left school. He probably returns home for a little while, before he takes the first chance he gets to fuck off to Egypt and play with cursed tombs. (We should probably talk about English wizards, Egyptian treasures and colonialism here, but that’s a completely different can of worms.)

Charlie took his OWL and is now in his sixth year. He’s still on the Quidditch team and should be Quidditch Captain by now. He’s also a prefect. So between them, they got all the big achievements Hogwarts has to offer: Prefect (both of them), Head Boy (Bill) and Quidditch Captain (Charlie). Bill also got 12 OWL, which is an achievement on its own. Molly will measure her other children against this later.

Speaking of Molly: While her home life is going to relax a lot this year, her expectations are still around. She is still expecting her kids to do well in school. Considering that Fred and George are now at Hogwarts, the old demand “Watch over your younger siblings!” is back and in full swing. I can’t see Charlie doing it – he has his head full of dragons and Quidditch and lived five blissful years in Hogwarts without the need to look after anyone all that much. Sure, Percy was at school, but he has already learned to look after himself. I don’t think Charlie will start with this now. Not unless the twins interfere with his prefect- or Quidditch-duties or are completely out of line.

Percy is a different story, however. He is in his third year and still taking after Bill. Just like Bill he takes all electives, so it is likely that he also gets a time turner for this. At this point, Percy has ingrained the idea that he needs to perform exceptionally well at school and Bill set an incredible high bar to reach, but he is willing to do just that. He also spent a lot more time at home dealing with the twins. Molly’s expectations for him to be a good boy and to look after his younger brothers will now put pressure on him again. He will probably try to control their chaotic behavior, but they are 11 now, and they will listen to him even less than before.

For Fred and George, this is heaven. They finally escaped the watchful eyes of their mother and have a whole new world to explore. So many secret passageways and even more victims to play pranks on. Percy is annoying, but they can play pranks on him, too. They will soon steal the Marauder’s Map from Filch’s office, which will open up even more possibilities. It’s great. 10/10, no notes.

Life at home is finally manageable. It’s just Molly, Ron and Ginny (and also Arthur and his Muggle-stuff). This is probably a nice time for Ron, because there are no older siblings around to steal his limelight. However, at this point he has the family dynamic internalized and his self-esteem is pretty low overall.

1991 – Ron starts Hogwarts.

By now, Charlie has left Hogwarts. It is unlikely that he actually finished his education, however. When Harry becomes a member of the Gryffindor team in Philosopher’s Stone, Fred says: “We haven’t won since Charlie left, but this year’s team is going to be brilliant.” Had Charlie finished his education, he would have left in summer 1991. The quote is from autumn 1991. In this case, the quote would make no sense, because there were no matches for Gryffindor to lose between Charlie leaving and Harry becoming Gryffindor’s new seeker. So he must have left before then, probably sometime in his sixth or seventh year, after his seventeenth birthday.

It’s important to note that we don’t read about any fights over this. I can’t imagine Molly being happy with this, but he must have had her permission. (Otherwise we would know about it. Molly can’t shut up about the failures of the twins, she would not shut up about Charlie’s failures either.)

Percy is in his fifth year and a prefect. By now he is the career-driven rules lawyer we meet in canon. He will end this school year by taking all 12 OWL – just like Bill. (When Ron is made prefect in OotP, Molly makes sure to tell everyone that he is now a prefect, just like his older brothers, and she seems very comfortable doing so. I assume, Percy heard his fair share of this, when he was made prefect.)

The twins are in their third year and members of Gryffindor’s Quidditch team. By now, they have earned themselves a reputation as pranksters.

Ron is the sixth Weasley-kid to enter Hogwarts. While his older siblings might have gotten some second-hand stuff, everything he owns was basically handed down to him: Bill’s old robes, Charlie’s old wand and Percy’s old pet rat. To be clear: none of those things make much sense to hand down (or at least not to Ron).

Bill’s old robes should have gone to Percy after Bill left Hogwarts. They should be of a similar height, while Ron (as an eleven-year-old) should be somewhat smaller. Instead of handling it that way, Percy got new robes as a reward and Bill’s robes were handed down to Ron. This is clear favoritism on Molly’s part. It’s no surprise that Ron (who already feels overlooked by his parents) feels upset about it.

Giving him Charlie’s old wand makes even less sense. We know, that the wand chooses its wizard. Charlie’s wand did not choose Ron, so it would not perform as well for him. In addition, in book 1 the wand is described as follows: “He rummaged around in his trunk and pulled out a very battered-looking wand. It was chipped in places and something white was glinting at the end.”

That thing is basically falling apart. That was either a lot of wear and tear during Charlie’s time at Hogwarts (considering the fact that we have not heard anything about this with other wands, this is unlikely) or the wand was already a hand-me-down when Charlie got it. In either case, giving Ron a wand that has its core more or less poking out, doesn’t sound very safe. I wonder why Arthur and Molly decided to do this. Did they expect Ron to have a great learning experience with a damaged wand? Did they want Ron to use the wand until it eventually did break, saving them another year or two before they had to buy a new one? (And yes, they would indeed need to buy him a new one in his third year, but they had no way of knowing that. Unless there are prophecies for that kind of shit. And even then. The fuck?)

Money is tight, of course. But is it really that tight? They could afford to get Percy an owl, after all. And buying a wand for their son is an expense they've had 11 years to plan. I understand getting second-hand robes and cauldrons, as they see a lot of wear and tear. But this should not apply to a wand in the same way. This is just really, really odd.

And then there is the elephant – and with elephant I mean rat – in the room: Scabbers. Firstly, that rat should be dead for at least seven years by now. No one seems to notice. No one cares. What the fuck.

Secondly, why is Percy giving his pet to Ron? There just isn’t a great explanation for this. Scabbers has been his pet for ten years. TEN. Percy should be attached to his pet like glue. After all, he has Scabbers since he can remember. Why is he willing to part with his rat? The only reasons I can think of:

1) He does it because Molly asks him to. She is clearly playing favorites, here. Not only does he get new robes when he becomes prefect, but he also receives his very own owl as a gift. It’s possible that this owl comes with strings attached, and Percy is required to give Scabbers to Ron to get the owl. Which would be a pretty fucked up situation for every child involved and should’ve been handled differently.

2) Percy wants to get rid of Scabbers. He doesn’t know about Scabbers’ Peter-shaped secret, of course (otherwise he would’ve reported this). But it is possible that he feels, on a subconscious level, that something about Scabbers is off. Not in a dangerous way (again, he would’ve reported this), just in an unpleasant way. (This would still be odd. Especially when we consider that no one noticed Scabbers age.)

3) Scabbers has decided that it’s time to jump ship. Percy just turned fifteen this year. He is old enough to grow suspicious of his seemingly immortal rat. It’s possible that he cozied up to Ron to manipulate both boys into making the switch. Or he turned into Peter and confunded some Weasleys. Who knows. He’s still a Death Eater and mass murderer on the run, after all.

1992 – Ginny starts Hogwarts.

The flock has left the nest. Molly’s work is mostly over. It’s just her and Arthur who stay at the burrow. She still takes care of the household, but the responsibility for her kids rest on other people’s shoulders, now. There is nothing left to do, except knitting, sending care packages, worrying about her kids careers and hexing the occasional howler. Molly could get a job now or pick up a hobby or two. I mean, she does read Gilderoy Lockhart’s shitty books. She is a fan of his, after all. But she doesn’t seem to enter any community over this (no fan club, no reading circle, no nothing. It’s just her). And there are no other hobbies outside of that. 

Apropos community: We don’t really see her having a community. She is a pretty important side character, but the books never mention that she has friends or other contacts outside her family. It seems like she is focusing on her kids and only on her kids.

Which would explain her meddling. Because Molly meddles a lot, when it comes to her kids and their futures. She keeps putting pressure on Percy to look after his younger siblings – this will expand to Harry after she gets to know him. Percy (still a good boy) does as she wishes. It’s not healthy, neither for him nor for his relationship with his siblings (who are mostly annoyed by him), but Molly either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care. In the future, she will be very cross with Hermione after reading Rita Skeeters articles about her. She will also be upset about the twins' career choice and Bill's choice of girlfriend…

And yeah, that’s basically it. At this point, the family dynamic is firmly established and ingrained in her children’s heads. Percy is already set up to explode in the near future. Being Molly’s Golden Child is neither good nor healthy, especially considering all the pressure that comes along with it. His relationship with his siblings isn’t all that great, either.

Fun fact: We don’t know if anyone ever told him about Scabbers’ Peter-shaped secret. If it did happen, it was probably pretty traumatic. That shit-show was his pet for ten fucking years and he handed it down to his younger brother. That’s nightmare fuel, even if Peter never hurt any of them.

The twins have firmly established themselves as troublemakers. At least some of their “jokes” really aren’t funny and border on cruel, neglectful and/or harmful. (Remember the Unbreakable Vow? Yeah, still not funny. In 1993, they also tried to lock Percy in a pyramid. Yes, I don’t think they wanted to hurt him, not really, but that thing was still a cursed tomb. Things could have gone wrong, and at that point they were old enough to know better. In their last year they tested their joke-sweets on younger students who were neither adequately informed nor old enough to consent for something like this. Yes, they tested the sweets on themselves first, but something could still have gone wrong because of allergies and all that stuff. And after they left Hogwarts and started their joke shop, they do sell love potions to students, complete with options to smuggle that shit into school. Additionally, instead of going bad/losing their potency, those love potions get stronger with age. This alone is a horror story waiting to happen.)

Ron is affected, too. His self-esteem is pretty low when he starts Hogwarts and it will stay that way throughout the series. This will inform a lot of his decisions (especially the bad ones) in the future. 

We don’t know much about how all of this affected Bill, Charlie and Ginny. Bill and Charlie just aren’t as involved in the narrative, and Ginny stays kind of… bland and love interest-ish… throughout the story.

So… yeah?

Am I saying that the Weasleys did not love their kids? No, of course not. Especially Molly shows her love regularly. (Her love is more like a water hose than a watering can, however. Very intense and focussed on a single spot at a time, instead of reaching all her kids equally.)

What I am saying is that the Weasleys, as a family, are pretty dysfunctional. Many factors are playing into this – Molly’s and Arthur’s dynamic as a couple and as parents, the number of their kids, the war, etc. It’s impacting all of them negatively. Molly is stressed out, Arthur is out of touch and some of their kids lose their trust (either in their parents, in their siblings or in themselves.) It also makes their love feel conditional. The twins feel this whenever Molly is comparing them with their older (more well-behaved) brothers. Percy feels this when he comes home with that promotion and is demoted from Golden Child to family-traitor within a heartbeat. Ron has internalized it and desperately seeks attention and affection elsewhere.

They still love each other, but it’s a difficult position to be in for most of them.

And the worst thing: I don’t think Rowling notices any of this. She did not intend the family to be as dysfunctional as it is. She keeps portraying the Weasleys as this great, loving family who took Harry in when he needed it the most. And of course they did – but that’s not all there is to it. There are so many issues that go unresolved in the books. Molly never learns to back off. The responsibility for the conflict between Arthur and Percy is placed entirely on Percy, despite Arthur being at fault, too. The twins never really learn that a prank can go too far. Ron doesn’t really solve his self-esteem-issues. Rowling does start to give him some character development regarding his self-esteem-issues multiple times, but he always seems to revert back over the course of the summer holidays. 

The family really deserved more effort to go into the writing.

Note: This analysis is not meant to say that stay-at-home parents are bad or that Molly should have gotten a job while having seven little kids at home. What I am criticizing is the way we treat care work. Because it is work, and a lot of work. A stay-at-home parent is often on call 24/7. A stay-at-home parent never really gets to take a break, never can take a day off, and never just can leave their work for another day. But they do deserve breaks and days off, just like any person with a day job. And that is where their partners and the rest of their families come in.

And this is the other thing I wanted to criticize here: The way we glorify living as a nuclear family. It’s said that you need a village to raise a kid and I do think this is true. Having more people involved in child-rearing (be it relatives, neighbors or professionals like teachers) is a boon. Families had access to this for millennia. Raising your kids with the help of your family and your village was normal, up until very recently. And it’s a shame that the Weasleys seemingly had no help like this. And yes, I do see the fault with Rowling, who wrote them that way. She basically took the concept of the nuclear families of the 1980s and 1990s and slapped it onto the family, without any world building at all.

(Please also note, that I consider stay-at-home parents to be different from tradwives. When I use the term “tradwife”, I am specifically referring to stay-at-home mothers who do not just take care of their household and their kids, but who also commit themselves to having as many kids as possible and who tend to take on other duties (like homeschooling) as well. The most common examples of this are probably families who belong to fundamentalist Christian churches or cults.)

[zaczenemiji]

Tabito Karasu Headcannons

where reader is a hyper-independent eldest daughter of an Asian household who also happens to be the student council president

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

These HCs are based on my 5-chapter-long Tabito Karasu x Reader on AO3. I highly recommend reading that too as it contains all the emotions, details, and the full story.

✧ "What can I say? I've got a talent for winning,” he says whenever someone asks how he scored the student council president.

✧ After training, he’d go back to school to fetch you whenever you stay behind to finish your student council duties.

✧ Always insists on helping you—he doesn’t stop at the polite offer or the half-hearted “Let me know if you need anything.”

✧ He simply did things for you, without question, without hesitation, and without making you feel like you owed him anything in return.

✧ Brings you food at the student council room whenever you’re so caught up in work that you didn’t notice it was well past lunch.

✧ Then he would sit across from you as if it were the most natural thing in the world to keep you company.

✧ The list goes on: Karasu helps you review for exams, reminding you to take breaks when you were clearly overworking yourself, or simply showing up when you least expected it.

✧ He would take on tasks you stubbornly refused to delegate, even if it meant showing up early or staying late himself.

✧ But he doesn’t try to take over or do things for you that you could handle yourself. He simply… supported you.

✧ Hates seeing you put everyone else’s needs above your own. And he hates how no one seemed to notice—how no one insisted you take care of yourself.

✧ Wants to be the one you relied on—the one you turned to when the world felt heavy.

✧ He cares for you in ways no one else ever had—quietly steps in when you needed it most, without taking away the independence you valued so deeply.

✧ Karasu always finds excuses to stay with you a little longer together.

✧ NEVER lets you walk home alone. He listens to you talk about your day as carries your bag without asking.

✧ 24/7 tells you you’re beautiful—all the time, followed by a kiss—on your forehead, cheeks, lips, anywhere his lips could touch you.

✧ Whenever he hugs you, he’d hold you tight as if to make the moment last forever.

✧ To say that your family loves him is an understatement. He quickly became a part of it in ways that surprised even you.

✧ He’d play soccer with your younger brother and would lift your little sister onto his shoulders and swing her around until she was giggling uncontrollably.

✧ Sometimes when your schedule gets hectic, he’d offer to be the one to fetch your younger siblings on your behalf and they would end up picking you up instead.

✧ Always brags about you in front of his family. So when you first came over to his house, you were referred to as the girl he can’t stop talking about.

✧ He’s definitely a girlfriend’s boy—“Sorry, I’ve got plans with my girlfriend,” he’d say, unapologetic to his friends, choosing to spend his free time with you.

✧ His possessiveness came out in subtle ways—a hand on your back, an arm slung over your shoulder, or fingers intertwined with yours. He wanted everyone to know you were his.

✧ “Let them stare,” he’d say, smirking.

✧ Loves you so much—you are everything to him.

✧ So if he loses at soccer, if he doesn’t become the greatest striker in the world—it’s fine. Because he has you.

✧ That was his real goal. You were his greatest win.

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[holylulusworld]

Pour me some love (1) - Flufftober 13

Summary: He always ends up in your roadhouse.

Pairing: Biker!Dean Winchester x Plussized!Reader

Trope: Love at First Sight

Warnings: flirty Dean, shy/low self-esteem, fluff

Idea by: @elle14-blog1

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2024

Life is slow out here. You’re used to it. Years of spending your time after school at your dad’s bar taught you two things. Men can be the worst, and alcohol is not for you.

After your dad retired, his partner Ellen Harvelle took over the business. She was kind enough to offer you to stay and work for her. In the back to take care of the finances, and in the front to help her with the thirsty crowd.

Most of your guests at the roadhouse are regulars. The usual drunk, the businessmen wanting to drown their sorrows in booze, and the lonely hearts seeking company. But sometimes you get lucky and a stranded traveler or someone catching your attention ends up in your bar.

Just like tonight. He’s back, with company: Dean Winchester, your dream man on bowed legs.

You sigh watching him step inside the bar. He straightens his tousled hair as the single ladies in the bar crane their necks. You rarely get the chance to look at men like the Winchesters and their friends.

Bikers. Rough around the edges, a little cocky, and so damn handsome.

You know little to nothing about them. What you know is that John Winchester, leader of the Purgatory biker club, is Dean and Sam’s father.

Sam, the younger brother, has a girl in tow. His girlfriend Ruby. She glares at the woman at the bar, marking her property by wrapping her arms around Sam’s neck to kiss him fiercely.

They make out for a moment before John clears his throat. He came here for drinks and a cheap bed, not to watch his son fuck Ruby with his tongue. “Sammy, get your shit together,” he grits out before walking toward the table her always occupies when he’s around.

He nods at Ellen, who already carries his favorite poison toward the table, along with enough glasses for his friends.

“Welcome back, John,” Ellen says. “No fights. No swear words. No smoking at my place, Winchester.”

John smirks. “I wouldn’t dare cause trouble at your place, Ellen.” She huffs and turns toward the bar to nod at you. You’ve got your hands full with the other guests, but the biker club tips well.

“Hello sweetheart,” Dean, the elder brother, claims the only free seat at the bar counter. “What can you recommend today?” He licks his sinfully plump lips, eyes glued to your chest. “What’s on the menu tonight?”

“We’re not a diner, Dean,” you tease, and slap his chest with the dishtowel in your hand. “We’ve got peanuts, beer, booze, and bad music blaring from the centuries-old music box.”

Dean grins now. He loves that you do not shy away from him any longer. In the beginning, when he first came to the bar, you barely got a word out when he tried to chat you up.

His constant flirting and charming personality changed your mind about bikers and men in general. You slowly warmed up to Dean, and now you fear he owns your heart.

Sadly, you’ve got no clue if he feels the same or if he’s just friendly to every woman. Dean is a natural flirt, and you fear; he only tries to make you feel better. Because most of the guys coming to the bar rather flirt with Jo or the other pretty and petite waitresses.

“Hey, if you stare at Y/N as if she’s on the menu, you’ll pay for her too,” Jo slams her hand onto the bar counter. She grins as Dean’s cheeks redden.

“I was asking about the special tonight,” Dean grumbles under his breath. Another missed chance to talk to you without someone ruining it.

“Babe,” Jo whispers in your ear, “don’t make it easy for him. Make him beg for it. You’re too good for a one-night stand.”

“He wouldn't... he didn’t,” you splutter, catching Dean’s attention. He watches you nervously tug at the Zeppelin shirt you found in a drift shop. You bought it because you remember he told you about his weakness for classic rock.

“I got an eye on you, Winchester,” Jo glares at Dean. “One wrong move, and you end up spitting blood, mister.”

“Jo!” You tut.

She snickers before walking off. Jo met lots of bikers in her life. None of them meant what they promised a girl. She learned the hard way what heartbreak means.

“So... uh, any food tonight?” Dean hopefully asks. Last time he came around, you offered the rest of your homemade lasagna to him. He inhaled the food.

“I got some pie left.” You barely get the words out before he grabs your hand, holding it in his. “What?”

“Pie? I love me some pie,” Dean exclaims before leaning over the bar counter. “I swear, if your pie is as sweet as you, I’m going to marry you.”

You harrumph and wiggle out of his grip. “What are you doing, Dean?” You sniffle. “Listen, I know you’re a natural flirt, but stop pretending you like me or shit. That’s not fair, you know. A man like you shouldn’t give a girl like me hope.”

You throw the dishtowel at him before storming out of the bar to get fresh air.

“WINCHESTER!” Jo growls. She jumps over the bar counter to get the baseball bat she hides there in case one of the guests gets a little too cocky.

“I didn’t do a thing!” Dean gets off his seat to run after you. “Sonofabitch!”

“I hope so!” Jo yells after him, earning a chuckle from the rest of the biker gang. They all know Dean has a big crush on you.

“Sweetheart wait! Wait up!” Dean chases after you. He wheezes when you finally stop and wait for him to catch up with you. “I—phew.” He huffs. “I didn’t know running is so exhausting.”

“Dean, what do you want? Is this all a game to you?” You wipe your eyes. “Because it’s not funny to flirt with a girl you’re not interested in.”

“Y/N,” he grabs your upper arms, still panting. “Shit, give me a sec, baby. I��fuck. My sides hurt, and my lungs feel like I ran a marathon.”

You giggle as he tries to catch his breath. “I would never make fun of you,” he squeezes your arms before dropping his hands. Dean cups your face instead, looking you deep in the eyes. “Sweetheart, I fell in love with you the moment I stepped into the bar for the first time. I just didn’t know how to ask you on a date.”

“What? I—what?” You believe you misheard. “You can’t be serious.”

“I’m damn serious, sweetheart,” Dean says and jerks his head toward a black classic muscle car parked in front of the bar. “I came with my Baby, not my bike, tonight to ask you to go for a ride with me.”

Oh, he grins with a twinkle in his eyes.

“I’m not a girl for one night.” You pout and sniff.

“Sweetheart,” he leans closer to murmur your name. “Do you believe I’m the kind of guy going for a wild ride with the girl he loves only once?”

You shake your head.

“Good,” he nods. “Now, let me kiss my girl. And then I’ll take her for a romantic ride in my car.

[flowerandblood]

The Impossible Choice (13)

[ Aemond • Targaryen x Baratheon! • female ]

[ warnings: sex content, smut, angst, physical violence ]

[description: Aemond comes to Storm’s End to choose his future consort. However, Lord Borros Baratheon presents him with only four of his five daughters. Being attached to his youngest child, he does not want to marry her. The prince, however, thwarts his and her plans with his decision. This is slow burn, with a lot of dark angst and sexual tension. (Anon Request)]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Previous and next chapters: Masterlist

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He felt as if the events of years ago were flying before his eyes. The closer the date of the arrival of his bastard nephew and his whore mother approached, the more clearly he saw each incident, analyzing it, remembering exactly every detail of every humiliation that he had suffered as a child.

He hated returning to it, but he couldn't bring himself to stop.

He went through the same process almost every night.

He always began for some reason with the most humiliating event, to which his brother had put his hand – the moment when he truly believed that Aegon and his nephews wanted to do something for him.

That they had found a way for him to have a dragon too.

That they would support him.

And then Luke disappeared into the darkness, only for her to emerge.

The Pig.

The Pink Dread.

That's when he felt it, the cold sweat and his heart standing in his throat, his hands trembling, the almost girlish tears of humiliation in his eyes.

His face went from full of curiosity and hope to stony and expressionless and it stayed that way forever.

He had never forgiven Aegon for humiliating him along with them, that he had contributed to what he had become and what he had lost. He did not stand up for him, as his older brother would have done.

Jace would never let anyone else mock Luke.

Even if they fought amongst themselves, Luke was his younger brother and Jace protected him from the others.

As usual, he could only go to his mother with his unhappiness; his father would only trivialise his words, saying that they were just ordinary, boyish taunts, that as a man he couldn't care less about such things.

Fortunately, to his relief, his mother, as usual, showed him understanding; she embraced him and comforted him, assuring him that one day he would have his dragon too. He did not believe her; he understood that she was only talking about it to comfort him.

Then Helaena, sitting next to them, looking ahead, said:

"He will have to close one eye."

Helaena often said things that he didn't understand, nevertheless, he liked her. He didn't spend much time with her because she was a girl, complicated women's issues and problems were beyond him, nor did he recognise that it was his concern as a man, as he thought of himself at the time, to delve into it.

If his mother had decided that they should marry, he would have done his duty.

He would be proud that, as a Targaryen, he would extend their pure blood with her.

He would treat her better than Aegon.

He would care for her.

She would be safe with him.

However, his parents had decided otherwise, and she had been handed over to his brother to be damned.

He had sympathised with her from the moment of their betrothal, but there was nothing he could do.

He thought that her destiny, like his, was to be miserable.

Then Lord Strong, father of the bastard children of his half-sister, died in the flames in Harrenhal, and although he repeated to himself that he felt satisfaction, saying that it was good that he died, when he saw Jace at Laena Velaryon's funeral, he approached him wanting to offer his condolences.

He thought that even if they were bastards, he was still their father.

He was unable to get the words out.

They just looked at each other, but he had the feeling that Jace understood what he wanted to say.

And then he heard Vhagar's roar from the distance, saw her large silhouette in the sky.

He thought that she was summoning him.

That it was the gods giving him a sign that his time had come.

The world's largest untamed dragon was waiting for a new rider.

In Rhaena's place he would not have waited a second, given the opportunity.

He concluded that if she didn't want it, he would take it.

He fled the fortress at night, watching carefully beforehand what place the dragoness had chosen for her lair, running a large distance between grasses and sands.

Finally he saw her, lying and sleeping a stony sleep, as big as a mountain, feeling his fingers tingle with excitement, fear, terror and joy.

He thought that even if he died, it was worth a try.

And he succeeded.

He returned on Vhagar to the fortress, feeling like a triumphant man for the first time in his life.

He considered it a huge achievement to tame a dragon that had not been attached to him since childhood.

He thought that his mother would surely cry with emotion and embrace him, that perhaps even his father would do so, at last proud of his great success.

And then he came across them.

A whole bunch of angry children, four against one.

He said, as he actually thought, that Rhaena had her chance and wasted it.

Then Beala hit him and the scuffle began.

He thought that they would never humiliate him again.

No bastard could stand in his way.

When he felt a burning sensation on his face and hot liquid on his cheek, when he suddenly lost sight in one eye, he collapsed, terrified, unable to hold back a scream. This drew the attention of the guards, who, seeing him, begged the heavens for mercy and took him to the maester.

He already knew what awaited him.

Not even a cup full of poppy milk could dull him enough to endure the pain of his eye being cut out of his skull. His mother and Aegon could not bear to watch; the maester put a piece of wood in his mouth to keep him from biting his town tongue and tied him to a chair.

He wriggled like an animal in the snare, involuntarily trying to escape the blade, and realised that he would remain a man without an eye for the rest of his life.

A cripple.

By the time the maester had finished sewing the wound he was no longer crying or screaming; he sat in the chair, staring calmly ahead, dulled by the poppy milk, listening with a faint smirk to Jace's complaints about him calling them bastards.

He was surprised when Aegon took his side for the first time in his life, mustering the courage to say to their father that there was no lie in that accusation.

His father had failed him then for the umpteenth time in his life, focusing more on the accusation itself than on his suffering.

It didn't matter to him that he had lost an eye, only that the children of his whore-daughter were considered bastards.

Everyone knew that they were Lord Strong's bastards, and he played the fool anyway.

He lost any residual love for his father that day – or so he told himself, in order to accept his rejection more easily – and never again sought his father's attention.

His mother instead, like a lioness, threw herself at his half-sister, showing him once again that she was the only person that he could trust with his secrets and his heart.

He didn't, however.

He loved his mother, but he did not share his thoughts with her.

He locked them away in the chest of his mind and threw them into the abyss, sinking for years under the weight of these events into himself, feeling as if he were a huge black hole with no bottom or end.

However, the evening before Luke arrived in King's Landing he felt that he needed to speak to someone or he would completely loose his mind.

For him these events were like a stinging, unhealed wound that kept opening up as if someone had sprinkled salt on it.

Sitting by the fire in his chamber, musing, he could smell in his nostrils the scent of his wife who was sitting on his bed, reading a book in silence.

He thought that perhaps speaking to her would calm him down.

It did, but gods, nothing calmed him more than her body.

When she was riding him, brushing his face sweet, warm kisses, looking at him so tenderly, with such understanding, when he dug his fingers into her soft hips, imposing a fast, brutal pace on her, panting along with her, he felt fulfilled, desired.

He had never thought that with such a defect his future wife would truly want him as a man and a lover.

His wife, however, seemed not to notice the absence of his eye.

He never took off his eye patch in front of her, and she did not force him to do so.

At first he had feared that it would slip off his face in front of her, and he had had to drink a full cup of wine at their wedding feast before their wedding night in order not to think about it.

It didn't matter to him now.

He wanted to believe that it wouldn't change anything.

It was only when he came deep inside her with loud gasp of relief and she embraced him tenderly that he managed to fall asleep for a while. As soon as he woke up, however, everything started all over again.

He saw the cave again, with Luke coming out of it, holding his pig dragon on a string.

The Pink Dread.

The next day he left before dawn without waking her, like every morning wanting to practice with Ser Criston hand-to-hand combat. He knew that they were likely to arrive any moment, feeling rage, curiosity and satisfaction at the same time.

He was not wrong.

After a few hours, picking out a new shield, he noticed out of the corner of his eye the silhouettes of two young men, a large, maniac grin appeared on his lips when he recognised those lush, curly, black-headed boys.

Fucking bastards.

They stood up to watch him fight, clearly not recognising him at first. He pushed against Criston with such ferocity that he barely dodged his strikes and when his blade was finally at his neck, there was a round of applause of recognition all around them. Criston smiled at him, clearly pleased with his progress, nodding.

"You will soon be winning tournaments, my prince." He said with a paternal pride that he didn't like.

"I don't give a shit about tourneys." He said dispassionately, turning the hilt of his sword in his hand with a light movement, pushing it away from his neck. "Nephews −"

He began, the dangerous smile on his face that didn't reach his eye, his gaze directed towards the horrified faces of his nephews, who looked at him in disbelief.

Never before in his life had he felt such wild, maddening satisfaction.

They were terrified.

The gods were just.

"− have you come to train?" He asked with undisguised hope that he was about to humiliate one of them in front of the crowd.

He could feel the wonderful adrenaline flowing fast through his veins, his heart pounding like mad.

His whole being was ready to crush them.

Suddenly, the sound of trumpets rang out.

The great gate opened and Vaemond Velaryon and his entourage entered the courtyard; he grinned with satisfaction at the sight of him, glad that he would be able to watch from the sidelines this theatre being played out between him and his bastard nephew.

After training he waited for his wife outside her chamber, circling impatiently with his arms folded.

Though his face was impassive, he could not hide his excitement.

For some reason the thought of her being beside him, of her promising to be his ally aroused him even more.

When he saw her he regretted that they didn't have more time, so that he could spill his seed inside her once more before they went to the throne room.

She wore her richest gown and most beautiful jewellery, her hair entwined in a multiple, intricate braid, framing her head wonderfully. She approached him and bowed before him humbly, a gentle, comforting smile on her face.

But there was no time for that.

He wished he could fuck her.

They moved towards the Throne Room to join his family; his grandfather stood proudly next to the throne, ready to sit on it in a moment.

He thought with amusement that the whole thing was some kind of farce and there was not a single person among them who could be considered impartial and fair.

Pathetic.

He listened to Vaemond's statement with dangerous smirk on his lips, watching Luke's reaction out of the corner of his eye.

He thought that he was a terrified, shaking child, hiding under his mother's skirt.

And then his father walked into the throne room.

He thought with disappointment, grinning widely, that his father had never loved any of his children the way he loved his first daughter.

He looked like a wraith in his golden mask and emaciated, ravaged face, stooped, hunched over, barely moving with his staff.

He felt a squeeze in his throat at the sight and realised with pain, that he had not stood up for him when he needed him but had been able to rise from his deathbed for his whore half-sister.

They didn't count.

They were the children of the wrong mother.

He knew from the moment his father arrived that the matter would be decided in Rhaenyra's favour, and he was not at all surprised by the amused chuckle of his brother, who was surely thinking exactly the same thing as he was.

When Vaemond shouted that the whore's children were bastards and finally someone called things by their name, he felt hot wave of contentment and fulfilment flow through his body.

He knew Velaryon was a fool and could have bid his tongue farewell, but it was still wonderful to hear it spoken aloud.

Husband of his whore-sister or not, Daemon Targaryen, unlike his father, was a true dragon.

He drew in a breath, shocked, and intuitively shielded his wife with his body, hearing her squeal, feeling her hand tighten on his arm, as his uncle swung and cut Vaemond's head in half with one, sure cut.

He never seen someone dismember someone with such a sure cut before.

His sword, his Black Sister matched his personality.

He defended his wife's honor without thinking, instinctively, just as he had shielded his own wife.

His madness.

It was at that moment that he realised that he should see how his wife felt about this sight, surely terrified; he glanced at her of the corner of his eye and saw that she was looking at him in worry, her lips pressed into a thin line.

He swallowed heavily, feeling a clench in his stomach at the thought that she had seen something on his face that he very much did not want her to discover.

Despite these events, the feast ordered by his father-king had not been cancelled; he felt sick at the thought of sitting with these traitors at the same table, however, his mother had asked him and his brother to make an effort.

When his father was brought inside on a lectern and seated in a large wooden chair, they all took their seats; he noticed with amusement and a twinkle in his eye that Luke and Rhaena were sitting across from them.

He thought, placing his hands in front of him to pray as requested by his mother, that this was an exceptionally satisfying coincidence.

During his prayer he imagined forcing Luke to pull out his eye.

He felt the heat spill throughout his body at the thought, a pleasant tickling in his fingertips that made him shiver. He opened his eye; Luke stared at him from a distance, but seeing his gaze he immediately turned his head away.

He felt like laughing at the sight.

Then his father began to speak; he was throwing around platitudes about one strong crown, about the family coming together for the sake of the kingdom.

He thought in the back of his mind that his father was a dying, naïve old man, living in his illusion from which, however, no one was going to awaken him out of sheer pity.

Everyone knew that this supper was to let him pass away in peace of mind, but then would come the fire and blood.

The first toasts began to be given and the atmosphere relaxed a little, he, however, had the feeling of a rumble in his head.

He felt like a predator who had already spotted the weakest prey and who was monstrously hungry.

He wanted to rip this boy to shreds, to make his whore sister cry over him the way that his mother had cried over him when he lost his eye.

He rose slowly from his seat and silence fell around them. He looked at his nephew expectantly, measuring him with a challenging gaze, while Aegon returned to his seat and grunted as if nothing had happened. Jace hesitated and licked his lips, a forced, polite smile on his face.

His eye glanced anxiously towards Jace when he saw Aegon rise from his seat, he cursed in his mind at the sight of his face leaning over Baela's shoulder, clearly displeased at his proximity.

He said for sure, as usual anyway, something inappropriate and Jace suddenly slammed his fist on the table, rising, his chest rising and falling anxiously.

He lifted his cup and raised a toast to their health, saying something about their wonderful shared childhood. He pressed his lips together at his words, impatient, looking away with fury.

Fucking craven.

He glanced at her of the corner of his eye, seeing that she was looking at Jace and Helaena, warm smile of satisfaction on her face.

As he sat back in his seat, music echoed around then; he and Aegon cast communicative glances at each other as Jace rose to ask Helaena to dance. She accepted his hand happily, immediately rising, moving with him to the back of the chamber.

He then realising that he had completely neglected his wife in favour of wallowing in his own, dark thoughts.

He felt his whole body tense up, every hair on his body rising in rage.

She was pleased that Jace had humiliated his brother in front of everyone.

In any other situation, with anyone else, he would have grinned with contentment himself, he would have appreciated her concern for his sister's happiness.

Not with them.

But not today.

She had promised him that she would be on his side.

He placed his hand on her thigh and firmly dug his fingers into her skin hidden under her gown, as if to remind her of his presence. She shuddered, startled by his sudden, intense touch and looked at him questioningly, clearly frightened.

"What made you so happy, sweet wife?" He hissed low, the menace in the click of his tongue, his eye black, his grasp strong and sure. He saw her swallow hard, she knew him well enough by now to know that he was furious.

She did not meekly lower her gaze as usual, looking at him confidently, her partially exposed breasts rising and falling in uneven breaths.

"The fact that a man has finally treated our princess the way that she deserves to be treated." She whispered with emphasis, furrowing her brows.

He felt a shudder run through her, her lips parted in disbelief as his hand lifted with a sharp movement her skirt and slipped between her thighs, closing on her hot, throbbing womanhood. She gasped and grabbed his arm, shocked, trying to stop him. He chuckled lowly at the sight.

He thought that if they had been alone in his chamber he would have explained to her what he expected of her.

He shuddered, snapped out of his reverie, quickly tooking his hand away, seeing surprised that someone had approached them. He pressed his lips together, barely swallowing his saliva, noticing who it was, shocked.

His fingers brushed against her bud, sliding down between her soft, slick folds.

He knew she felt it, her cheeks scarlet, drop of sweat running down her beautiful, slong neck. He his manhood reacted at the sight with aggressive throbbing pulsate hard, ready to possess her from the morning.

Daemon held out his hand to his wife, looking at her with a smile, something in his eyes that concerned him. He felt his heart start pounding hard.

"My lady." He said with emphasis, not even saying what he desired . He saw his wife quickly turn a questioning gaze towards him, but he was unable to get anything out, his lips tightened into a thin line.

He had told her not to speak to his nephews, but he had said nothing about his uncle, and to object loudly now, at the table, would have shown him to be weak and jealous.

Therefore he could only watch helplessly, furious, as his wife placed her trembling hand on his and moved with him towards Jace and Helaena dancing in the distance.

He glanced quickly at his half-sister, wanting to see if her reaction was likened to his, but she was discussing something with her father with a smile, making it seem as if her husband dancing with another woman didn't bother her at all.

He swallowed loudly at the thought that when he was a child he had overheard the ladies of the court chatting with each other about how Laena, Daemon and Rhaenyra sometimes slept in the same bed.

He quickly looked away, trying not to pay attention to the smirk on Luke's face that flashed before his eye and looked at his wife dancing with his uncle.

He felt a squeeze in his stomach seeing that they were conversing with each other, his uncle's gestures respectful, gentle, almost affectionate.

It made him sick to think that he might have desired her.

That his half-sister wouldn't mind if he took her to their bed.

He clenched his hand into fist, trying to calm his breathing.

It felt to him that this short dance had taken an eternity; relief surged through his body as they both bowed to each other and his wife sat down next to him again.

He didn't look at her, reaching for his cup, taking a greedy sip of wine from it.

She wanted to touch his hand lying on his thigh under the table, but he took it away from her with a quick, impatient gesture.

"Don't touch me." He hissed, unable to control his jealousy, uncertainty and fear, his gaze fixed on his uncle, chatting contentedly with his wife, putting food on her plate.

He stood up, furious at the thought, glancing at his surprised mother.

He thought that he had to take her immediately.

To feel that she was his, to fuck her, to fill her with his seed.

To remind her and himself that he was the only one she desired, and not his handsome uncle with both eyes, the greatest warrior in all Westeros.

He walked out into the corridor, hearing her quiet footsteps behind him and looked around. When he saw that they were completely alone, he grabbed her violently by the arm and dragged her into a side alley, slamming her against the wall in one sharp motion, turning her back to himself.

"My wife felt unwell. I will escort her to her chamber." He said dryly. His wife threw him a surprised look but seeing his murderous gaze she stood up docilely, bowing her head.

His mother asked him if she should summon the maester, but he just moved towards the entrance, expecting her wife to follow him.

All he could hear was her loud, accelerated breathing as he pulled her skirts up, forcing her to bend over and buck her hips towards him, her trembling hands clenched on the stone wall.

"Now I'm going to show you what I think of you dancing with my uncle and how much I appreciate the concern that you expressed for my sister this evening." He hissed, untying his breeches in a quick, sure movement, lowering them just enough to free his sore, swollen erection. He heard her breath quicken at his words, her whole body quivering in anticipation.

"It runs in our blood." He snarled mischievously, lifting her gown higher, so he could see her thighs and what was between them.

"She deserves a moment of happiness. Your brother is a monster." She said coldly. He pressed his lips together at her words, feeling his insides twist in rage.

He knew that there was truth in her words, but it didn't matter now.

A grin of satisfaction appeared on his face as he saw her pink, throbbing entrance, glistening from her moisture in the firelight. He slapped his hand over this sensitive place and she squealed softly, surprised by the sensation that was at once painful and pleasurable.

She sobbed loudly and tilted her head back as opened her folds with his thumbs and forced his way inside her with one, sure thrust of his hips, filling her completly. She mewled when he began to root into her with impatient, greedy pounds, struggling to keep her balance, clasping her hands on the wall, her cheek pressed against it in an expression of utter helplessness and surrender.

"Fucking knew it. Who made you this wet?" He growled, feeling his manhood throb hard at this perverted sight. His fingers began to tease her, brushing against her pearl in a light motion, spreading her wetness all over her slit.

"My handsome uncle or your monstrous husband?" He hissed and slapped her there again, getting the same, almost innocent reaction from her, the quiet, girlish moan that she tried to stifle in fear of someone catching them.

He could see her misty gaze, her sweet, puffy lips parted in desire, he knew that expression.

She fucking wanted it.

His cock slid in and out of her with a loud click of their juices, their bare skin slapped against each other again. He watched this sight as if enthralled, panting loudly, spreading her slick folds wide on his length, her fleshy, hot walls clenching wonderfully against him, sucking him inside.

He leaned his hand against the wall, his other hand clenching on the soft skin on her hip, speeding up his pace, only broken, sweet cires came from her mouth echoing through the dark corridor, lit only by a single torch.

"− come on, say it − say it − ah − say that you hate me − what a monster your husband is just like his brother, taking you when and how he wants to −" He growled out, slamming into her brutally, the loud, sticky, lewd click of their moisture making his aching cock throb hard inside her.

This position and place, his frustration, his fear, her scent, her sweet moans made him feel that he wouldn't last long.

She had to hate him, because it was impossible to love him.

"− say it and I'll give you what you want − fuck − come on, you can do it −" He exhaled encouragingly, realising that it was as he said.

It had to be.

She had to love him, because she had no right not to love the prince.

She said nothing.

Instead she began to whine his name in such a way that a low, quivering gasp escaped his throat, his fingers twirling around her pearl, all sticky from their shared juices, her hips responding fervently to his every violent thrust that rubbed against her upper wall, driving her mad. He squeezed his eye shut, an expression of desperation on his face as he felt his fulfilment approaching.

"– I don't hate you – you're not a monster – you're not like your brother –"

"− say it − say it, say it, say it! −" He growled, but she just came, her body bent like a string, a loud, surprised moan ripped from her throat.

Her walls began to squeeze him so greedily that he simply reached his peak inside her, panting hard, his lips parted in relief, his hips rooting into her for a moment longer, prolonging his pleasure, spilling his hot seed inside her. She swallowed loudly, her whole body trembling in front of him as he heard her soft, raspy voice.

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[l33bang24]

OMG It’s You… (Part 5)

YouTube!Fem reader x Stray Kids

Summary: Y/N’s YouTube channel is taking off after her reactions to Stray Kids MV God’s Menu. Now she’s making videos nonstop along with working a full time job. What would happen if she got offered a job of a lifetime and met the boys of her succession?

⚠️Warnings⚠️: Lee Know scolding his Hyung, talks of feeling guilty, jealous, frustration, crying, family issues, Chan and reader not feeling good enough, Chan feeling like a bad leader, teasing, comforting, talks of mental and emotional abuse

🏷️: @laylasbunbunny @weirdowithaphone @silverstarburst @jusanontstuff @anxiousskylar @drewsandsebastianswife @amararosesblog @niaalove (Taglist open)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 2.5 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 6 Chapter 6.5 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9

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Third Person POV

Chan, feeling guilty, had been standing outside the Maknae/Lee Know’s door. Ever since he himself got onto Felix about being so obsessed with Y/N’s channel, his little Aussie brother has been avoiding him. The only time he interacts with Chan is when he has to, otherwise he avoids him like the plague. It didn’t help that his mind kept replaying his conversation with Lee Know after said dance leader came over to talk to him.

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Flashback

Lee Know has been pacing back and forth in front of his only Hyung. His emotions were all over the place. Chan’s eyes were following his every move. He was waiting for him to explode. He knew it wouldn’t be much longer before he did. Lee Know finally speaks up. “Do you know what I walked into, mmhm? Our son crying, because not only did his brothers tease him, but his own Father got onto him about something he can’t control.” He stops pacing and Chan’s body stiffens. His eyes were wandering all around Lee Know, trying to gauge what his next move is going to be.

“I’ve told you time and time before just how sensitive he can be when it comes to her. You and I both just how easy it is to get attached to something or someone. Yet you let your emotions control your actions and you took it out on someone. Did you even apologize like I told you to?” Chan looked away, making Lee Know scuff. “How am I not surprised?” Chan goes to open his mouth, but Lee Know stops him. “I don’t care how stressed out you are about this new comeback.” Lee Know finally sits down beside his Hyung. “Look, you know that I will always support you and have your back. I’ve always looked up to you Chan Hyung for how much responsibility you take on for us, and I know it’s not easy being the leader of a group. Sometimes you forget that you’re not alone and you have people who want to help you.”

Chan nods his head, trying to keep his tears at bay, but even his younger brother can see he’s struggling. Lee Know surprises his Hyung by wrapping his arms around him. At first Chan didn’t know if he was just imagining it or not, but then Lee Know speaks up. “Are you going to hug me back or not? Because I will pull away.” Lee Know teases him and that’s all Chan needed before he returns the hug. Chan lets a few tears slip from his eyes, holding on to Lee Know. “I’m sorry Min. You’re right, I do let things get to me. I guess the fight between them too was my breaking point.”

When Lee Know finally pulls back after some time, he looks up at Chan. “I know, but just remember that I can help you. You’re not alone.”

End of Flashback

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They ended up staying like that for a while. Lee Know telling him that if he apologizes to Felix, then that should fix the problem. At least he hopes it will. Finally knocking on the door, Lee Know opens it. “That took you a while.” He teases his Hyung, making said Hyung roll his eyes playfully. “Is he in his room?” His other half bobs his head. “He’s been in there for a while. He’s come out to eat, but then goes back to his room.” Chan acknowledges him before going over to his little brother’s room. He knocks on the door and hears movement inside. Footsteps reach the door before the door knob turns, revealing Felix.

Felix, seeing his oldest Hyung, goes to close the door, but he gets stopped by Chan. “Can we please talk Felix?” Before Felix can respond, Chan continues. “You don’t have to say anything. I’d like to apologize to you if you’ll let me.” Felix knew that he couldn’t avoid his leader forever, so he lets his Hyung in. Chan enters the room, taking in his surroundings. He could see that he’d been playing a game, but he had been listening to Y/N’s channel. He sighs to himself. Chan places a bag on his nightstand filled with goodies.

“I know that I can’t win you over by food, and I don’t expect you to eat it. I was at the convenience store and picked up some things I know you like.” Chan moves to sit on Felix’s bed while Felix goes to sit in his gaming chair. Chan looks down at his hands before saying what’s on his mind. “I shouldn’t taken my frustration on you.” Felix is avoiding eye contact with Chan and wringing his hands together. Chan continues, watching Felix closely. “With everything going on and me worrying about things I can’t control, the argument you had with Seungmin just topped it off. I let my own emotions control my actions and I shouldn’t have. It’s not fair to you.”

Chan wants to hold his little Sunshine, but he’s afraid he’ll make things worse than it already is. Then again it’s not like Felix is making it better either. He knew that avoiding the impending confrontation wouldn’t go away on its own. Felix takes a glance at his leader to see that he’s struggling too. Chan’s never exploded on any of his members before, especially not Felix. He knew that instead of trying to make things better for Felix, he made it worse to point where he’d locked himself in his room crying. When Chan learned this from Lee Know, he never felt as guilty as he did now. He’s always had this feeling like he fails at being a leader, but what he did to Felix really pushed him over the edge.

Chan looked over at the video Felix had been watching. It’s the same one that Felix loves. Chan didn’t express just how much he loved seeing her. The only one that knows is Minho. The dance leader found his Hyung crying while watching that video. Everyone knew, especially his members, how hard of a time he went through while training for those 7 years. He’s told everyone that his members saved his life and his members know this all too well. When he first found Y/N, he felt this emotion in his chest and it didn’t feel like happiness. He felt like she was trying to copy him and he didn’t know how to feel about it. He held some kind of resentment towards her, but one day it all changed.

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Chan had been trying to avoid watching Y/N’s videos, but it was as if she was everywhere. From his FYP on TikTok to YouTube, even Instagram. From his members to the Stays that wouldn’t stop talking about how wonderful she was. It was as if the Universe wouldn’t leave him alone. He couldn’t escape from seeing her beautiful face and those gorgeous y/e/c eyes that haunted him every time he closes his own. He could almost hear her contagious laughter in his head. You’d think he was going insane and needed to be put in an asylum.

He’d had enough with all of it. At this point he was ready to throw his own laptop at the wall. He couldn’t focus on the task at hand anymore. He’s never been this frustrated about someone he’s never met. She’s everywhere he goes yet not there in physical form. He wishes he could find some way to get rid of her, that way he could focus on making music for all these comebacks that are coming up. It didn’t help that all of his members were talking about the latest video she posted.

Finally having enough he forcefully pushes himself away from the desk and it’s down on the couch in the studio. He sees that she just recently posted a new video within the last hour or two. It had already gotten over a million views and 300 thousand likes. He presses down on the video before watching it. She shows up on the video and she looks like a wreck. Eyes bloodshot, nose and cheeks are red and puffy, tears flowing down her cheeks leaving tear stains. She looks like she has been crying for hours. Her hair is a mess, she’s wearing baggy clothes. But one thing that stands out to Chan is she’s wearing a Stray Kids hoodie while holding the Wolf Chan skzoo plush. All of Chan’s frustrations go flying out the window and he’s fully focused on her.

Her lip keeps quivering then she just breaks down and cries. All the times he’s seen her, she’s always smiling and happy, but he’s never seen her like this. He’d give anything to be there with her right then. To hold her and tell her that it’s okay. He doesn’t know who or what caused her to be like this, but he’d do anything to find out and make them pay for upsetting her. She gets up to grab a box of tissues to blow her nose. She had some snot running down from her nose, but he didn’t pay it any attention. “I’m sorry.” She finally says, lips still quivering.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for.” Chan finds himself replying, though she can’t hear him. “I won’t lie to any of y’all and say that I’m okay, because I’m not. Everyone has problems in their life, including me.” She laughs a little. “I never wanted for any of you to ever see this side of me. But today had just been the worst.” She goes on to explain how broken her family is and that she always seems to be caught in the middle of the chaos. She talks about how her mother took her passive aggression out on her for years because she was the only child that wanted to visit her father after their divorce.

She was never physically hurt but was mentally and emotionally abused. How it took years for her to understand what actually happened to her while she lived with her mother and siblings. What caused her breaking point was an argument with one of her siblings and how no one ever seems to understand her. She had cried all the way home and even broke down when she got home. “Moral of the story, everyone has struggles in their own lives and everyone deals with them differently. So please don’t be like me and hold your emotions inside. It’s okay to cry. It’s okay to feel sad. It’s not okay to feel like you’re a burden, because you’re not.” She lets out a shaky breath and Chan can’t remove his eyes from the screen. “Did I want you to see me like this? No, because I know that there’s people out there who will mock me saying that I’m just doing this to get attention. I’m not like that. I have problems just like everyone else. I’m not a robot, I’m a human being that has emotions too. I just act like everything’s okay, but in reality I’m not.” She holds tighter to Wolf Chan. “I hope everyone has a good rest of your day. I will see you all next time. Bye.” She tries to smile and waves with her hand that’s not holding Wolf Chan.

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“You like that video too, don’t you?” Felix looks up at his Hyung seeing him staring at the computer screen. Felix looks at him and nods his head. “It seems I’m not the only one. Lee Know Hyung likes it too.” Chan’s eyes widened, “That’s his favorite too?” Felix nods his head. “He’s never told me that.” Chan replies back to Felix. “He told me when he came to comfort me. I didn’t believe him at first, but when I looked at him I could see he wasn’t lying.” Chan drops his head. ‘Maybe we all like this video.’ He thought to himself.

“I thought you didn’t like Y/N’s channel.” Chan goes to ask him why he would think that, but Felix beat him to it. “Come on, Chan Hyung. We all could see that you didn’t like her from the start. Every time she got mentioned, it was as if someone had kicked Berry. You can’t tell me that you liked her this whole time. What changed? Why get mad at me when the other members were talking about her too?” Chan closed his eyes trying to pull himself together. ‘I guess I wasn’t good at hiding my emotions like I thought I was.’ He thinks to himself.

“A lot happened.” He feels the bed dip beside him and he opens his eyes to see Felix looking at him. “Tell me. Please.” Chan nods before explaining everything. From his frustration with hearing about her all the time to the jealousy he felt because of her. To the video that changed his perspective of Y/N and all the stress he’s been under from the company. He laid everything out there for Felix, hoping that it would possibly explain why he’s done what he did. “I will always regret coming onto you instead of taking a step back and thinking things through. I didn’t realize until it was too late and by then I upset you when I shouldn’t have. I don’t want to be the reason why you cry, but I was. I’m not asking for forgiveness, but I hope you know that I will never to that again.” Chan feels arms wrapping around him and respirates by wrapping his own around Felix. He tightens his arms around him afraid that Felix will disappear if he loosens his arms.

“It’s okay Chan Hyung. I didn’t help any either. I should have talked with you sooner rather than later.” Chan shakes his head and pulls back just enough to look at Felix’s face. “Don’t. The person in the wrong is me, not you.” He grins at Felix, and Felix smiles back. “Did Lee Know did you that the company will let us send Y/N one package or letter each?” Chan’s smile widens and bobs his head. He had been excited when he heard about that. He pulls back completely before replying. “I did. What are you thinking about sending her?” Felix looks around his room. “I’ve been trying to figure that out for a while but I’m stumped.” Chan moves to get up. “Well don’t think too much about it. She’ll love whatever you give her.” Felix agrees. “Wait. What are you going to send her?” Felix asks his leader. Chan smirks. “I guess you’ll find out when she opens the package.” He winks leaving his room.

(A/N: Stray Kids get to send the reader one package or letter each! What do you they they’ll send her? 🤔)

[sheepheadfred]

Ectoberhaunt Day 24- Time Loop

Summary: Jazz came back home after being away for some time, but something feels wrong. Her hair is down and she lost her glasses and seems more serious and sullen. And why does she look so sad when she looks at him?

dp magia au

Ao3 link

Jazz came home.

Danny was excited that he didn't care if his parents would now gush about her achievements to her face instead of just comparing them. He got good marks but not as good so he understands, he missed her, too.

He put on his trusty space themed headband he got once to match her, she helped him pick it out before she left for that exchange program. He was practically vibrating with excitement to see her again. Being an exchange student for so long, he hopes she wasn't lonely like he was. He has Sam and Tucker but it's not the same, they don't live here for starters. He hopes she made friends there, even if she wasn't going to stay.

But now, he's concerned.

She looks different, that can be expected after being away, but why is she so cold?

Like she has been through heartbreak many times and has become numb to it.

She looks like the version of herself from his dream. The one from last night.

What happened?

Who hurt you?

He tries not to think about it too much, for now. He just wants to spend time with her, his big sister.

Mom and dad already went back to the lab, doing who knows what, allowing them to catch up. Danny found a cool space exhibit and wanted to show her! And tell her about all she missed! And maybe she will do the same! And-!

"It's so nice that you're back, Jazz! It's been quiet without you around to drag mom and dad out of the lab. Well, I guess the lab might have been noisy but that doesn't count. Don't worry, when we didn't have much Tucker had me over. But it's mainly been Nasty Burger honestly. It became kind of embarrassing getting food from them all the time when his parents aren't that much more well off. Sam offered, but we both know her parents hate me just for being related to our parents. You know how it is."

Jazz's hands clench into fists. Not the first time this has happened for either of them.

"I mean," Danny continues, wanting to tell someone who'd understand, "They must have been caught up in some project again. They still believe that things like missing person reports to suicide are linked to some supernatural phenomenon making them do it!"

Danny laughs it off for how unbelievable that idea is, trying to get Jazz to join in.

(Maybe she would have long ago.)

Instead, all it did seemed to make her more upset. This was not how he wanted today to go at all.

"But! Now it can just be us for now! You can even tell me all about whatever you did during the exchange program. You must have helped other people quite a lot over there, right? Betcha got some new, nerdy friends, right?" Danny tries to nudge her, giving a smug smile and pulling out all his 'obnoxious younger sibling' energy into it.

That was enough to get a reaction. Though, not the one he was hoping for.

She turns to look Danny dead in his bright, hopeful eyes. Halfway to whatever destination her brother wanted to show her. Bright and enthused and so full of life.

"My dearest brother, do you treasure the life you currently live? Do you consider your family and friends precious?"

"Jazz, what are you talking about," Danny is taken aback. What has gotten into her to make her this cryptic and cold? "Of course I do! You should know this!"

His sister somehow managed to look more serious, "Then don't change who you are. You must stay as you have been or everything will be lost." She sounded so desperate for him to agree.

She then just walked off, as if looking for something.

Something that has caught her ire.

Leaving him there, excitement extinguished and replaced by confusion.

"Man, that is wack! Not even back for a day and she says some weird stuff and jets?! What the hell, man?"

Tucker voiced Danny's thoughts without needing to read his mind. He and Sam met up with Danny to hang after Jazz decided to be cryptic and ghost him. All Danny could do was shrug in response.

"I don't know, Tuck. What's crazier is that I've seen this version of Jazz before. Being all cool and weird, not her usual psycho babble weird. I saw her in a dream, or something. Last night's dream, actually."

"Maybe that dream just meant you missed her. It's been a while and you have been thinking about her a lot, right? On top of your parents saying all that stuff about otherworldly creatures." Sam offered. It wasn't an unreasonable suggestion, after all.

"Oh! Or maybe it was some kind of premonition. That she traveled across time and space to see you again after some kind of tragic fate!"

"Tucker, you buffoon! that doesn't make any sense! If that was true, why'd she ditch? Be serious!"

Danny, not wanting to deal with another argument between them on top of Jazz's odd behavior, snaps at them. Tucker was joking, he knows that, but that cryptic warning and her sad eyes makes him concerned his friend had a point. He needed a subject change.

"Shut up! Just- Can we not... for one day?"

"Sure, man. Sorry." Tucker apologized, "I was just... trying to lighten the mood. Didn't realize I crossed the line."

"Hey," Sam started, "let's go to the music store in the mall! Something nicer to think on and the new Dumpty Humpty album is probably out by now."

"Don't your parents want you home for something today?" Danny doesn't want to be the reason she gets in trouble. Her parents already hate him for his parents and encouraging her true goth-y self as it is.

"Pssh! I don't care," she replies with a devious smirk, "Besides, my friend needs me more than whatever they want to force on me this time."

With no other objections, the trio heads out from Nasty Burger. Eager for a new topic and distraction.

Finding some tunes to try, they all separate and spread throughout the store. Danny tries to listen when he hears a cry for help echo in his head.

It sounded frantic.

Desperately calling for him.

Danny assumes so as he seems to be the only one reacting to this voice.

This scared voice.

Something inside him told him that he had to find whoever this voice belonged to. Had to make sure they're alright.

Making up his mind, he left the music store by himself and headed to where the voice seemed to originate from. Mentally apologizing to his friends for ditching.

A shady looking back alley feeling a darkness settle around him. An almost unnatural darkness.

He continued on into it, looking even when common sense screamed at him to turn around and find his friends. He was drawn to the voice and he needed to know why.

It wasn't until something shifted and fell in front of him that he found the source.

A small, cat-like creature of green, gold, black, and white with a large singular eye on its head above a cute, cat-like mouth. It's ears twitched and its tail shifted, it limped to him before collapsing.

Danny can't believe something this odd would exist! Its hurt, though, covered in scrapes and burns and open wounds and struggling to breathe.

So naturally, Danny scoops it up. He's not sure how it can speak in his head but something in him knows that this thing is where the voice came from. And something out there wants to hurt it!

Danny holds the creature close as an unknown person approaches him, realizing just how much danger he is in right now.

And out comes... Jazz?!

What?

She seems to be wearing the strange clothes she had on in his dream. Serious and scholarly but still a bit childish with long flow-y garments and small bows adding in for flair.

In her hand is... a weapon?!

A bow with energy where the arrows would go that turned into some kind of staff, a bo staff like his mom uses maybe, as she noticed him. Possibly it's inactive form, he thinks.

"Jazz... What's going on? Why are you attacking this poor creature?"

She looked hurt but determined as she tried to approach when Tucker unleashed a fire extinguisher on her, clearly still irritated at how she treated his best bro, and pulled Danny away.

Sam met up with them on their way out, having followed but lagged behind for one reason or another as Tucker ran ahead with the fire extinguisher.

The three run further into the alley, deeper and deeper into the dark as the world distorts around them.

None of them knowing just what they were walking into.

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Again!

She failed to stop first contact again!

Jazz doesn't know how long she's been at this, having long since lost count, but nothing will stop her. Not now. It can't.

She refuses to stop until she can find a timeline that allows him to grow up away from this wretched life style.

So he can live. Whether they live in it together is something she tries to tell herself that she doesn't care about. Trying to convince herself and failing.

He's always so quick to throw his life away. Making a wish for someone else when he could so easily use it selfishly, like against bullies or to get more attention from their parents.

Danny, her baby brother, for him she will loop this same cursed month again and again to protect him. Like she always has.

She barely remembers a time when she didn't try to warn him. Where she just stayed and listened to his excited rambles from space to their parents' usual neglect. When she stayed and they had a blast together. Before the horrors.

It's been a while since she paid attention to what they were up to at the beginning. She really hates that they were right now that it finally registered what they were doing and theorizing about. One thing she's grateful they don't know the whole story about.

They wouldn't be able to see it, anyway.

She almost wishes they could.

Not like it would come true, she already used her one wish. No regrets, can't afford them, but it has still made her bitter in some aspects she misses about her past self.

She's been doing so well these first few days back at the beginning of her loop, keeping that creature from contacting and contracting her brother. Not saying much, the first days back tend to be the simplest.

How she hates them. Those creatures who grant wishes promising miracles and purposefully neglecting the cruel truths paired with said miracles.

Calling for his help, her kind baby brother of course would check it out. Whenever this happens, that's the exact path he chose no matter the other variables.

Those damn Observii and their sinister cute act! Their stupid manipulations! Their honeyed words and misleading wording! Always keen to take full advantage of any and every little weakness and vulnerability!

Jazz can feel tears prick at her eyes thinking about it.

She must stay strong, be strong, for Danny.

To keep him safe from that horrible fate that befell him time and time again.

[zablife]

Tachipen (Part 6)

Part 5

Tommy x female reader

Summary: John reacts to the news of his betrothal and Y/n finally learns of his true feelings. Seeds of a rivalry are planted between the two brothers. In 1924, the jealous actions of their past come back to haunt them as the vendetta begins.

Author’s Note: Tommy meets y/n in 1919 and the story goes thru present time which is the year of the vendetta, 1925. I'm borrowing some events from canon S3 & S4 with a few changes and condensed storyline.

Warnings: language, violence, arranged marriage, mention of arson, kidnapping

1919

"You've done what?" John asked, blue eyes narrowing in the dim light of the parlor. Tommy only nodded in confirmation and John looked away in disbelief. "Christ, Tommy!" he exclaimed.

"It's the only way forward, John. You can end this war," Tommy stated, eyes darting to John's clenched fists. The anger beneath the surface was threatening to spill over as it always did when he was being told what to do. His younger brother abhorred his sense of authority.

"A war you fucking started when you brought Y/n here!" John shouted, the toothpick in his mouth wobbling precariously. Then he stopped short, staring ahead as he remembered your offer to talk to your aunt. "Is this why she took you to see Zilpha?" he asked, voice now eerily calm.

Tommy swallowed thickly, recognizing a look of hurt wash over his brother's face. It might have been a shift of smoke from the fireplace, but he swore he saw John's eyes turn glossy as he awaited an answer. "Tommy?" John insisted.

Tommy let out a frustrated sigh in response. "You didn’t ask for Y/n to come live with you. What's the difference if it’s another girl now?” he reasoned. 

John clenched his jaw as he turned his gaze toward his brother. "You have no idea what I want because you never ask. Did you ever think I might care for Y/n?"

"So much you were fucking Lizzie last week?" Tommy retorted.

John lunged toward Tommy and Tommy grabbed him by the shirt front, slamming him against the wall. 

On the other side, you jumped at the sound of the commotion, one hand coming to rest over your heart. The voices of the two warring brothers carried through the thin walls loud enough for you to hear in the kitchen and you stopped to listen despite your better judgment.

"What the fuck are you doing, eh? Do you love Y/n?" Tommy asked, searching his brother’s face for the truth as John pushed against him.

John gulped, fight leaving his body under Tommy's firm grasp. "I've loved her since she arrived, but Pol said to let her alone," he confessed, hanging his head when Tommy’s hand fell away from his throat. 

Tommy stepped back, tugging his shirt sleeves back into place as John staggered along the wall to stay upright. Pinching the bridge of his nose, Tommy sighed with exhaustion, knowing there could be no other outcome once a pact had been made.

He opened his eyes to find John leaning over the sofa, plucking one of your discarded hair ribbons from the cushion and clutching it in his hands so tightly his knuckles began turning white. He stared at Tommy with the desperation of a man who still held out hope, despite already knowing the verdict.

“Doesn’t matter now, it’s done. The Lees will hold us to it or there will be bloodshed,” Tommy warned as he approached his brother cautiously.

"It's what the Lees want or you, Tommy?" John asked, as he caught his brother gazing at your black, velvet ribbon.

"It's what Y/n wants. She made the deal with Zilpha, not me," he confessed in a low voice.

"She did?" John asked with a loud sniff, hand brushing his nose harshly as he tried to keep emotion at bay.

Tommy confirmed with a nod. 

John pitched forward, allowing his head to hang low and breathed deeply, the thought of your rejection stinging far worse than Tommy's betrayal ever could. After a few moments, he stood to his full height and addressing his older brother in the same flat tone he used during the war, he repeated back the orders given to him like a good soldier. "I'll marry Esme Lee."

"Good," Tommy agreed.

You held your breath as you listened to John leave the house, the door crashing against the frame forcefully as he went. A single tear slid down your cheek as you whispered, "I'm sorry, John. I love you too."

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On the morning of John’s wedding, you helped the children dress and you took special care with Katie, braiding her hair and intertwining wildflowers you’d picked together as an added adornment.

“All finished,” you proclaimed, attempting an encouraging smile as you turned her to face you. There hadn’t been many words exchanged, a tinge of sadness around the edges of the day where happiness ought to have been.

As you held her small shoulders, you felt an almost imperceptible shake, then you noticed her lashes dampen with tears threatening to overspill her deep blue eyes.

“Why do you have to go?”  she questioned, a few tears escaping as she furrowed her brow in a mixture of confusion and anger as if she might force you to stay by her will power alone.

“It’s time,” you answered simply, reaching up to dry her damp cheeks gently with your fingertips.

“Because you and dad have been fighting?” she asked, looking up at you with sorrowful eyes.

"Oh, Katie...," you exclaimed, inhaling sharply, knowing she had probably overheard more than she should have in recent days as you and John sniped at one another under the stress of making new arrangements and the dreadful ache of emotion left unspoken.

“Your father is remarrying so I have to go live with Aunt Polly and help your Uncle Tommy in the betting shop,” you began, but you knew she was a clever girl who would need a bit more than that.  “But you’re right, we haven't been getting on as well as we should. Things will be better with your new mum. You'll be happy, you'll see,” you promised her, reaching out to give her hand a reassuring squeeze. As an afterthought you added quietly, “I hope your dad will too.”

She threw her arms around you, hugging you tightly as though she’d never let go and you patted her back comfortingly. “I’ll be mad at him if you want me to,” she offered between sniffles, voice muffled by the thick material of your dress.

You laughed silently at her act of solidarity before answering, “I’m not mad anymore, just a bit sad like you, but I’ll be alright. Come on, we have to go or we’ll miss the ceremony.”

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The deafening crack of fireworks exploding overhead woke Henry who had been peacefully sleeping in your arms since the dancing began. Blinking in confusion and rubbing his eyes with chubby fists, the toddler immediately burst into sobs. You tried to quiet him with gentle rocking and his favorite lullaby, but nothing seemed to help.

No one paid much attention as the party was well under way and most everyone was too drunk to care about a crying babe. You scanned the crowd for Polly, hoping she would be ready to leave, but you couldn’t find her as you dodged whirling skirts and men shooting celebratory gunfire up to the sky.

Pressing your hands to Henry's ears, you sought peace and quiet away from everyone just as a soft voice called out to you. “Would you like me to take him?” You turned to find John’s new bride with her arms outstretched toward you and you nodded hesitantly. Feeling as though you couldn’t deny her, you passed the child to his new stepmother and much to your astonishment, he stopped crying long enough to capture her veil between his fingers, rubbing it against his cheek as she giggled. 

“Looks like John, don’t he?” she remarked, stroking Henry’s blonde curls. You nodded again, unsure what you should say to her. Did she know who you were? It seemed foolish to explain now if she didn’t. 

Before you could say anything more, Tommy strode toward you from the dark shadows between vardos, eyes fixed on you determinedly as though he’d been searching you out for some time. “Y/n, may I have a word?” he asked.

Seeing Henry babbling away happily to Esme, you crossed to join Tommy by a large bonfire.

“Enjoying the festivities?” he asked, fishing his cigarettes from his pocket.

“I was thinking of leaving actually,” you said, pulling your arms into your body as you realized how chilly the night air had become.

Noticing your shivering form, Tommy removed his jacket and placed it around your shoulders. As he came close, you breathed in the scent of tobacco and whisky, so like John, but with a tinge of something earthier as though he’d just come from the pasture. It was oddly comforting and you focused on the scent to calm yourself, feeling a rush of emotion return to you as you watched John approach his new bride and place his arm around her with Henry squealing in delight between them.

“I know why you proposed that particular strategy with your aunt,” Tommy said, interrupting your thoughts. He looked down at his cigarette before daring to find your eyes in the glow of the firelight.

You swallowed harshly thinking about where your fit of temper had landed you, watching the man you loved speak his vows to someone else. “Maybe it wasn’t the right thing,” you mused, your whispered regret carried away on the wind to Tommy’s ears like the closely guarded secret it was. 

He shook his head softly, “No, this was meant to be.”

Your turned to look at Tommy with trembling lower lip, but no words would come out. 

He stepped closer to you, rubbing his large palms up and down your arms soothingly. “Hey, look at me,” he instructed and your heart skipped a beat as you found the courage to look into the hypnotizing blue of his eyes, like a tide drawing you inward. “You did what was best for the family. I know you were angry at the time, but what you did took courage and sacrifice. I won’t forget that.”

“And John? Will he forgive me?” you asked, blinking back tears.

“He’s gained a good wife in Esme. I’ve no doubt he’ll thank you for it in time,” Tommy said, reassuringly. It seemed as though he wanted to add something, but stopped himself and you stood together for a moment in awkward silence before he dropped his hands to his sides and shoved them back into his pockets.

You dried your eyes and shifted the coat around your shoulders as Tommy led you to his car, offering a ride home. He said he didn’t want his newest employee wandering the streets of Birmingham alone in the early morning hours, but you had to wonder. His protection over you seemed like more than a formality. 

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1924, The Grace Shelby Institute

"You alright?" you asked as Tommy guided you toward the room where tea and cake were being served after his speech.

"I fucking hate speeches," he muttered as you passed a group of ladies associated with his charity. "Grace was better at this sort of thing," he mused.

You nodded in understanding as he fidgeted with his tie nervously. You pressed a hand to his shoulder, stopping him before he entered the room. "Let me," you offered, shifting Charlie to your opposite hip and reaching up to straighten the silk knot to your satisfaction.

Tommy grasped your hand in his, searching your eyes for a moment before admitting, "I'm sorry about the other night. It won't happen again."

Feeling a heat rise in your cheeks, you bit your lip unsure of how to respond. His advances hadn't been unwelcome, but you wondered if it was merely the grief causing him to act.

"Don't be sorry," you said with a small shake of your head. Just then the door swung open and your eyes locked onto Linda, standing in the corner and surveying everyone with a judgmental stare. "It's just...what would your family say?" you asked, hesitantly.

Grasping your chin and turning you to look at him, Tommy stressed, "We haven't done anything wrong, eh?"

You nodded, wishing you could agree with his sentiment, but you knew no one would ever believe that. "Maybe it's too soon though," you suggested with soft eyes, hoping he would trust you in this.

Tommy studied you for a moment, unsure if you were in need of more reassurance or distance. There had always been a fine line in your relationship, your agreement with one another shifting over the years until he could no longer think of the right word to describe exactly what you were to him.

Rushing toward you with a giant smile on her face, Ada triumphantly proclaimed, "Tommy, there's a woman who wants to discuss a two hundred pound donation with you."

"Go ahead, I'll entertain Charlie," you assured him.

However, the task grew more difficult as the afternoon wore on. The child was growing more restless by the minute as ladies gathered to coo at him and pinch his cheeks adoringly, taking turns to express their condolences or offer praise for Tommy's parenting.

When it was clear that Charlie needed a nap, you excused yourself and weaved through the dense crowd in search of Finn who was supposed to drive you home. Struggling to hold an ill-tempered Charlie, you suffered his kicks and jabs as he refused to be contained within your embrace. Finally, he pushed against you with the strength of ten children, suddenly sliding down your body and hurrying off on chubby little legs before you could grasp him. He toddled away precariously in between people’s legs as you rushed after him, calling his name.

“Charlie, come back!” you cried, but he only squealed excitedly at your game of chase and ran faster. With no other family members in sight, you hurried after him on your own, wishing you'd chosen more sensible shoes.

As you rounded the corner toward the empty offices, you heard his tiny shoes squeaking against the polished floor and heard his giggles as a door opened suddenly. Perhaps he was finding a place to hide to try and continue this little game, you thought, but that particular activity would have to wait. You were determined to get him home.

“Please, Charlie!” you called a bit more softly, hoping he would peek his head out and come running back to you upon hearing your distress.

“Sound so sweet when you beg,” a low voice rumbled behind you. The imposing figure removed his fedora and you gasped when you recognized one of Angel’s men, Enzo, looking down at you in amusement.

Your heel wobbled under you as you tried to back away from him and you stumbled in your hurried attempted to regain balance. “What do you want? Did Angel send you?“ you gulped, trying and failing to conceal your fear.

Your reply only infuriated the man. He captured your arms in a painfully tight grip, pulling you into his large frame, before leaning down to hiss in your ear, “Angel’s dead, you fucking puttana. You ought to know, you started all of this.”

You felt your mouth go dry and your hands began to shake as you thought back to the night John set Angel's restaurant ablaze. There had been no peace with the Italians since, only an escalation of violence. In the wake of Grace's death you should have known the Shelbys would retaliate and now, according to the tradition of the vendetta, they would pay dearly in return. It was in this moment that you remembered Charlie and prayed he was hiding himself well as Enzo slowly dragged you toward the exit.

To your horror the empty hallway soon filled with the sounds of a screaming child and the sight of a second man holding Charlie’s wriggling body in his arms.

You thrashed wildly against Enzo to reach the boy as you pleaded, “Take me and let him go. Please, he’s just a child. Don’t hurt him!”

Unwilling to hear any more, Enzo silenced you by placing his large hand over your mouth and nose. You continued to struggle until you could no longer breathe, the room spinning around you and black spots dancing across your vision before you gave into the darkness.

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[kyojurismo]

Can you do how the Hashira treat you as a younger sibling figure(if that makes sense) If so than tysm!!<3

characters : hashira

tags : gn!reader, fluff, funny, not proofread.

notes : k this has been sitting in my drafts for literally months and i’m deeply sorry. i found some motivation to finish it so here we are. i hope it is good enough. enjoy <3

GIYU TOMIOKA

ptsd ( even if he was the younger sibling )

protective as fuck

he’s like a shadow

don’t be too surprised if he asks you to eat together

asks you > sends you glances

giyu will ask the master to send you on missions together

asked you to leave the corps once

if you’re not on missions together he goes full panicking

he’s not one to send letters but he gladly exchange them with you ^_^

if someone mess with you, he would take care of it ( a deep stare is enough )

GYOMEI HIMEJIMA

gyomei would always recommend to be careful and mindful of your actions while on missions

he does his best to take care of you

has you training with him so he’s sure you’re in good shape and all

he too tried to ask you to leave the corps but hearing your reason behind joining in he gave up

has deep respect for you

enjoys sharing meals with you

KYOJURO RENGOKU

loves training with you

super supportive of whatever you do

& keeps his eyes on you ofc

eating meals together is a must

he often asks to be sent on missions together

praises your hard work all the time

a comfortable shoulder to cry on >_<

MITSURI KANROJI

the very protective older sister who’s all sweet and lovely but doesn’t let it slide if someone is treating you bad

always keeps her eyes on you

loves going on mission together !!

be ready to cook with her

she likes styling your hair

she sometimes jokes about you joining the corps to find a lover too, but deep down she would prefer you staying away from all that ):

when mitsuri has nothing to do she’s always by your side

MUICHIRO TOKITO

you’re the only one he remembers

always checking on you

invites you to cloudgazing together

always going on mission together

he has to make sure you are alright

you’re becoming the younger sibling who has to pack the lunch for everyone (;

OBANAI IGURO

man,

he’s your shadow from now on

always, ALWAYS, coming on missions with you

supervises your training and all

makes sure no one is disturbing you or bullying you or anything

he cares deeply about you and would do everything for you

tried to convince you to leave the corps multiple times

he lets kaburamaru spend time with you when he’s busy

SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA

okay, don’t judge on this…

he basically started threatening you to leave the corps

he’s hard at first, as a way to discourage you or sum

but in the end he accepted you weren’t leaving

so now he has to watch over you too

training together, going on the same missions, making sure the other members are respectful, etc

he might be harsh most of the time, but he truly cares about you

lets you hug him from time to time ( when no one is around ofc )

SHINOBU KOCHO

another younger person to look after to !!!!!

jokes aside, she’s very attentive when it comes to you

makes sure you’re healthy, sleeping enough, eating & training like you’re supposed to do

she offers to accompany you on missions

but respects your decision if you decline

she likes preparing you meals, as a way to show you how much she cares for you

of course she gifted you a butterfly pin

TENGEN UZUI

oh man, he would stand there showing you off

doesn’t care if he’s not your real brother

he treats you like family

basically spoils you

would let you stay at his estate 24/7 without you going out there fighting demons

he helps you with training and offers to go with you when the master assigns you to a mission

ruffles your hair

his wives decided to start cooking for you too so yeah

i believe he would ask you if you’re sure you want to continue be part of the corps and fight demons, like trying to convince you that you could leave and live a normal life

but he doesn’t do that because he thinks you’re weak, but because he’s scared of you dying

would take you to the hashira meetings if he could >_<

reblogs & comments are super appreciated! thank you for taking your time reading it, i hope you enjoyed it. have a good day / night <3

[illarian-rambling]

Thanks for the tags @ominous-feychild and @theink-stainedfolk!

OC Deep Dive 🎶

How's about we give Sepo some spotlight? My grumpy siren could always use some love <3

What uncommon/common fear do they have?

Sepo generally lives about two steps from full panic at all times. His years at the bottom of the Trench food chain gave him an acute fear of being hunted or having his friends taken from him. Aside from that, he's afraid of being damned to hell. In book 1, he walks a heretical line with the god he follows. In book 2 and 3, some things are revealed to him that don't help this fear whatsoever. My man has some religious trauma, suffice to say.

Do they have any pet peeves?

Many, in fact. Sepo doesn't like loud noises or bright lights on account of his acute siren senses. People with no manners piss him off. People who think they're superior to him piss him off. People who are too timid also piss him off. Generally, if he's upright and aware, something is pissing him off.

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

A leviathan-tooth dagger, a very plush quilt, and a stack of books.

What do they notice first in a person?

How much of a threat they pose. Sepo's eye is trained for hidden weapons, suspicious scars, or signs of sorcery.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance?

10/10 for physical pain. He's been through the damn ringer and is used to fighting through injuries. As for emotional pain, 4/10. It's hard to hurt his feelings because he really only cares about three people, but hurt any of them, and he shuts down. Or blows up. Depends on what his god is willing to offer him.

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure? (or freeze and fawn)

Fight. It used to be freeze, but then he spent a decade in prison and learned that those who strike first are more likely to be the ones to walk away. This isn't great for non-threats, as he'll pull a knife for anything. Bird rustling in the bushes? Knife is out. Friend running up to hug you from behind? Knife is out.

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

In terms of biological family, it was just Sepo and his older brother Saius for most of his childhood. His mother, Carmira, was a prostitute and his father was an unknown client of hers. When she died of a disease, Sepo and Saius were sent to study as priests of Lamsara Hedandros. Things were fine until they weren't. Years later, after losing his brother, Sepo ended up with a little found family to hold dear to him. Izjik is his oldest friend. She's his soulmate and his other half. Twenari is like a little sister to him. They're the most similar in temperament and enjoy quiet reading time together. Djek is also like a little brother to Sepo, albeit a rather irritating one. But deep down, he loves to argue with the younger man and does his best to make sure he stays on the straight and narrow.

What animal represents them best?

A killer whale, I'd say. A dangerous, vengeful animal, but one with a strong sense of family.

What is a smell that they dislike?

The scent of blood. It means something has gone wrong.

Have they broken any bones?

Oh, definitely. He was running around with a broken arm for all of book 3, broke a wingfin in the Trench once, and has fractured more ribs, fingers, and toes than can be counted.

How would a stranger likely describe them?

"You see that unsettling fellow over there? The tall, gaunt one with the long, wavy brown hair? I think he's a siren. Those eyes don't lie - as black as the starless night they are. And he has skin that looks like it's just been introduced to the sun a week ago. ...I don't like that look he has."

Are they a night owl or an early bird?

Very much a night owl. Sepo would rather eat glass than get up early.

What is a flavour they hate and a flavour they love?

Due to the fact that he's missing his tongue, Sepo has a limited sense of taste and relies much more on texture to differentiate between foods. His favorite texture is that of caviar or couscous. Anything small, grainy, and soft. His least favorite texture is bread or anything similarly spongey.

Do they have any hobbies?

Despite the painful memories it can bring, Sepo loves music. He loves listening to it, writing it, and playing the fiddle. He also enjoys reading, usually nonfiction, but he does enjoy a good mystery from time to time.

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises?

Immediately draws a knife. Once he notices it's his friends, he'll calm down a bit, but still probably snap at them for startling him. After that, he'd actually be quite touched by their care. Not that he'd ever deign to express such a thing, of course.

Do they like to wear jewelry?

Only on special occasions. Sepo can't afford much in the way of fancy things, so he saves anything he has for days that deserve it. He prefers silver jewelry and usually goes with some sort of hair piece.

Do they have neat or messy handwriting?

Incredibly neat. He only learned to write Janazi characters rather recently, so he still makes spelling mistakes, but his letters are impeccable.

What are the two emotions they feel the most?

Terrified rage and protective love.

Do they have a favourite fabric?

Probably silk. He has expensive tastes at heart.

What kind of accent do they have?

In my brain, he's upper-crust British. Canonically though, he has a very thick Llanaodan accent when he's using his telepathy ring. It's very sing-songy and all the words flow together. The closest Earth equivalent would be one of the romance languages but more musical.

I'll tag @mk-writes-stuff @theprissythumbelina @witchy-shortcake @thecomfywriter and anyone else who wants to play :)

[theonethatwatchesalotofshows]

What we know about the Gallaghers' childhood:

Frank was drunk a lot and has never held a job for more than couple days and more often than not tried to scam money than earn them

Monica was bipolar but instead of taking meds, she was on illegal drugs a lot of the time

Frank in fact kept Monica from taking her meds because "she is not as fun when she is on them"

Fiona was taken away by the child protective services for the first time as a baby. Monica was on LSD while they were taking her

Frank forgot Fiona somewhere when she was 4

They were homeless and crashing at relatives until they kicked them out and they ended up living out of a car. Fiona was 6, Lip was 2-3, Ian was a baby

While they were living out of a car, Frank left the kids on the side of the road in winter. Ian's head started burning up and Fiona had to find a way to get him to the free clinic. Frank didn't show up until a week later. The first thing he asked Fiona was how much money she had on her

Also Fiona took care of her baby brother when he had chicken pox. Not his parents, Fiona

On her first day of school, Fiona was wearing a t-shirt that Monica helped her shoplift

Monica and Frank got divorced and remarried multiple times. Their second wedding was a nudist one and Lip and Fiona were also there and old enough to remember it

During their breakups/divorces, Frank and Monica would bring their new partners into the house

Overall Frank and Monica seem to have no boundaries about their relationship and sex life so who knows what these kids had to see

Frank tied Monica to the bed when she was pregnant and wanted an abortion and kept her there until it was too late to get one

When the baby was born, Fiona was the one taking care of it and washing his diapers. Not his parents, his 9 year old sister

Monica tried to stab Frank in the chest with an ice pick during an argument at one point

At 9 years old, Fiona was making sure that her drunk father doesn't freeze to death in the yard and dragged him into the house

Lip started drinking in fourth grade and Monica and Frank encouraged it

The kids were taken away and placed into foster homes multiple times in their childhoods

Monica put Fiona on the pill when she was 14. She took her to planned parenthood high on ectasy and offered her female doctor a blowjob

Also Frank says that Monica first ditched them when Fiona was 14, Lip was 11, Ian was 10, Debbie 4 and Carl 3. He went on a two week bender.

However we know that Liam was conceived so she must have come back a few years after to have Liam and then abandon them again, when Liam was a newborn

Fiona dropped out during her junior year of high school to work full time to support her siblings, but they also had to work. Lip had his tutoring/taking SATs for other people, Ian worked at a store that kept getting robbed repeatedly where he was statutory raped and Debbie had to run a daycare at just 10 years old

Frank headbutted 15 year old Ian and broke his nose

Frank nor Monica never attended any of their kids' parent-teacher meeting or met any of their teachers

Frank gave the kids false hope by getting sober multiple times but each time it was short lived

Monica slit her wrists in front of the kids at Thanksgiving. The youngest of them were just 2,5, 9 and 10

Frank convinced Carl that he had cancer and was going to die, just so he could fabricate a sob story

Frank went on a bender and disappeared for longer periods of time multiple times throughout the show. Who knows how many times he did it when the kids were younger

Carl was taking care of his dying father at just 10-11 years old

Frank tried to pimp out his 15 year old pregnant daughter to get a place to stay

Frank and Monica punched each other in the face on their third wedding. Who knows how many times they got violent with each other before

Frank offered 6 year old Liam a glass of champagne on their third wedding. What's more later we find out he spiked everyone's drinks with Molly. He was willing to give his 6 year old son hard drugs

Frank gets physically violent with the kids multiple times in the show. Who knows what it was like when they were even younger

Frank tried to get his 6 year old son to sell meth on the street

And I am sure there is more that I forgot. So no, don't tell me "Frank was actually a good father deep down, he actually cares about his kids" because he didn't

[discount-shades]

Dead or Alive: Family Part 2

Family Part 2

A/N: This is probably not what people expected, but its how I've always pictured it.

Pairing: Jake Seresin/Reader 

Warning: Western themed violence. 

Word Count: 2200 ish

Summary: You adjust to being a parent.

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Angrily you slam the wooden bucket down under the spout and begin to work the handle of the pump, pouring your rage and frustration into the manual task. It had been two months since the Johnson siblings had come to live with you and Jake. Six souls reeling from the death of their parents a few weeks earlier. You knew it would be difficult adjusting to having children after almost two decades of it just being you and Jake, but this is even harder than you had ever suspected. 

There had been a town meeting when it became obvious that fifteen year old Emma had lied about an uncle coming to get them. When discovered, she had declared herself old enough to take care of her younger siblings and the saloon and brothel owner had offered her a job as a dance hall girl. 

Many had offered to take a few of the siblings, most wanting to take thirteen year old John, eleven year old William, and nine year old James. The three boys were a prime age for farm labour. You and Jake had discussed the possibility of taking in the children so when he had come home with all six in tow you were not surprised. Seven year old Anna and six year old Mary rounded out the half dozen. 

You stop pumping when the water nears the lip of the bucket. It wasn’t the boys that were giving you trouble. They had been among the group of schoolboys that were in awe of Sheriff Seresin. John had approached Jake soon after the children arrived, chest puffed out, trying to pretend he was older than his years, declaring that he was going to quit school and get a job in town to pay for room and board for his siblings. 

Unwilling to let the boy throw away his education, you and Jake had agreed to ‘hire’ John as farm hand to help with the milking of the cow and a few other farm chores. The younger boys had followed their big brother’s lead, staying in school and helping out around the farm. Jake’s assurance that they would need to complete their schooling if they wanted to be a sheriff would definitely keep wide eyed James in the classroom.  

“You are so full of shit.” you giggle at Jake that night in bed. “Did you even make it to the eighth grade?” 

“No,” Jake admits. “But that is a secret between the two of us, Sugar.” The town had recently built a new four room schoolhouse that went all the way to high school, and you and Jake had agreed that the goal was for the children to complete an education that you and Jake had not been able to. 

It had taken a while for sweet little Mary and quiet Anna to open up but they were adjusting to their new home. Though all of the children still grieved their parents, in time they had become more relaxed and less formal. You and Jake knew you could never replace their parents. Your goal was to keep the children together and hopefully keep them away from the lives you and Jake had led.

You take a deep breath before you pick up the bucket and head back inside to where Emma sulked in the kitchen, helping with the week's laundry. 

It felt like you and Emma had been cycling through the same arguments. First she was upset that you had started to do the laundry for her siblings. She had declared herself their true caretaker and insisted on doing it herself. So you had let her. Then she was upset and accused you of treating her like a servant. It was the same with any task you asked of her. 

You remembered the grief of losing your own parents too young and tried to give her space and understanding but your patience was wearing thin. 

“I wouldn’t have to do laundry if you had just let me work in the saloon.” You bite your tongue and carefully pour the water into the big pot on the stove top. It was not worth it to argue with the girl. “I could be making $50 dollars a night.” She exclaimed hotly at you, “He told me men would pay $1 for a dance from a pretty girl like me.” She stomps over to get in your face. “You are keeping me from supporting my siblings.” 

It was actually Jake who had threatened the saloon owner into rescinding his offer to employ Emma, forcing her to move into your home with her siblings, but now is not the time to bring that up. 

Scoffing, you raise your chin to meet her eyes. Despite her youth she was a few inches taller than you. “If you believe that you are more foolish than I ever was at your age.” You watch her cheeks flush as she draws back. “No dance hall girl is going to make $1 a dance anymore. Maybe twenty years ago but there are too many women in the county for men to be willing to pay that.”

“You’re just jealous.” She replies, her jaw clenched. 

‘Of what?” You can’t help the laugh that escapes you. There have been many times in your life that you have been envious. This was nowhere near any of them.

“That I am young and beautiful. If I was working in the saloon I’d be a dance hall girl. You are an old woman who steals children from their families. If you were working in the saloon you would be a dried up old whore who didn’t need to worry about getting pregnant.”

Emma’s vindictive smile leaves her face the second your hand makes contact and a part of you revels in the shock on her face. “If you were working in the saloon you would have been slapped weeks ago for your attitude.” you tell her coldly. 

“Who do you think does the washing for the whores?” Her hand is pressed to her cheek and she stares at you mutely. “The dance hall girls do the washing because they can’t afford to live off the money they get for dancing. The owner will charge you for rent, food, and force you to pay for clothing to wear while you dance, soon you will be in his debt.” 

You take a deep breath and continue now that you are on a roll. “If you are lucky some man will come along and take a liking to you and be willing to pay your debts and marry you.” Some of the defiance has left Emma’s expression. “I know this will happen because I have seen it.”

With some of her bravado returned, Emma looks you in the eye and asks, “Is that what happened to you and the Sheriff?”

You laugh bitterly. “No, I was not one of the lucky few who escaped with their virtue intact.” You tell her honestly. “Once you work as a dance hall girl no one will hire you. With no money to leave town most end up on their backs. It pays more than dancing, but the owners of the brothel will always find more fees to charge you to keep you in their debt.” 

Emma stares at her feet as you continue. “The easiest way out is death at that point. Every night you will think of the choices you made that took you to this point and think about how ashamed you folks would be if they lived to see what you have become.” At your final words you hear Emma sniffle and turn to run to the bedroom she shared with her sisters.

At the slamming of the door you let out a shaky breath and whip the tear gathered in your eye. You don’t like talking about your past. Jake knew of course, but no one else in town did. As far as anyone knows you have always been the respectful wife of a lawman. 

The water on the stove is hot so you dump it into the wash bin and grab the bucket to go fill the pot for the next batch. You don’t know if Emma will reveal your secret to the town. While filling up another bucket at the pump, regret creeps in. You wish you hadn't slapped her. You are not a violent person at heart and had previously only struck others in self defence. 

Maybe the slap was necessary. Maybe it was the only way you would be able to get through to the girl and have her realize that her ideas of working as a dancing girl were ludacris. You sigh and set to work washing the laundry of eight people by yourself.

– – – 

Dinner that night is quiet. The boys talking about the adventures they had gotten into outside and the little girls talking about the birthday party they had gone to in town.

You try to behave naturally as you eat your dinner but Jakes notices the difference in you and Emma’s sullen expression as she pushes her food around her plate. When you meet his eyes you can see the question in them. At a subtle shake of your head he doesn’t comment but you know you will have to tell him.

– – – 

“I don’t think she will say anything.” Jake says quietly later that night as his rough fingers trace circles on your thigh. You make a soft sound in disbelief. “She won’t,” he insists, “She’s just embarrassed by her ignorance.” 

“We’ll have to wait and see.” You try to put the thought out of your head. You had built a reputation in this town as a respectable woman. You would hate to see it ruined.

– – – 

In the weeks that follow you carefully monitor the townspeople's reactions to you. Every exchange is judged and replayed in your head, looking for any changes in behaviour. But you notice nothing outside of normal. 

Your interactions with the oldest child in your house have changed. The fight has gone out of Emma. At first it was a relief not to argue over everything but as the weeks become a month you begin to worry. She is still loving towards her siblings but a deep sense of grief seems to permeate her. 

It is wash day when you finally get her alone again. The little girls are tasked with filling the buckets but based on the time they have been gone you are sure they got sidetracked by the new foal in the pen near the pump. You are struggling to find something to say when Emma speaks first. “Did your parents die too?”

Momentarily shocked it takes you a moment to answer. “Tuberculosis. My parents and my baby sister all died.” You look at her as she raises her eyes to yours and you can see tear drops clinging to the lashes.

“Does the pain ever go away?” You can hear her breaths becoming ragged as you answer.

“Yes and no.” You tell her honestly. “It is always there but life continues and other things begin to take up space in your mind and your heart.” You watch the girl crumple before you.

“I don’t want them to be ashamed of me!” She cried out. When you go to place a hand on her shoulder, she flings her arms around you and you find yourself hugging the weeping girl. “All I wanted to do was to protect them and keep them together.” Without words to say you stand there holding her making soft shushing noises. 

When her sobs slow to a sniffle you guide her to a chair. “I was just so afraid that we would all be split up and the people who took them would treat my brothers like slaves and not take care of my little sisters.” 

“I know.” You say as you sit opposite her gently squeezing the hand that still clung to yours. “And your parents know that any choice you made was for your siblings and their safety.” You give her a kind smile. “They can not be ashamed of that.”

You sit in silence watching the emotions pay across Emma’s face as your words sink in. “Do you think your parents are ashamed of the things you’ve done?” 

Unlike her comments from before there is no malice in Emma’s question and you regard her thoughtfully before answering. “At the time I did,” you let your mind drift into the past. ��But now I don’t. I’m older now than they will ever be, and have been for quite some time.” You give her a rueful grin and she ducks her head in embarrassment, remembering her previous comments on your age. 

“When you are young it is so easy to see the world in black and white, right and wrong. But as you get older you begin to see the world in shades of grey.” You get up and pour each of you a cup of tea from the kettle you keep on the stove. “Sometimes good people must do bad things to survive. And bad people are known to do good things.”

You hand her her cup and return to your seat across from her. “Which one was the Sheriff?” At her question you pause and regard her carefully.

“Why do you ask?” 

She blushes slightly before answering. “There’s this rumour in town that he used to be an outlaw, no one really believes it.”

“You hear the little girls coming up the steps with their water buckets. “No,” You give her a crooked smile. “Jake has always been one of the good ones.”

[acrowwithakeyboard]

Not to toot my own horn but this was the most aesthetically cohesive battle we've had. Everyone focusing on the dragon while Gore stays behind me for backup on the auxiliary enemies, Ieama remembering to change to a non AOE spell before getting close range, Auri and Redcap not hitting anyone in the party. It's just Chefs Kiss

Spoiler line is for Head Cannon thoughts on the group learning to work together and small spoilers (info from conversations) for some followers!

Hearkening back to this post, I like to think after her revelation, Ieama has tried to make amends to her fighting style since she cares quite a lot for her friends. But, she is not the best tactician for teams, and she hardly knows how to communicate in the middle of a fight, so it's likely the others who have experience with fighting in groups that help with plans or drills for the party.

Still, she has made attempts at least for taking more restoration spells, a feat she needed the college of Winterhold for, to her chagrin. At least if she does hit someone she can heal them well now, but her goal is to avoid hitting anyone, as she is used to not caring about the splash zones of her spells.

Of the others, Auri had been on her own for a while, and Remiel was looking out for herself for the longest time. Redcap meanwhile is pretty adaptable, working with his tribe, then alone with Anise, then again with a full adventuring party. Xelzaz also was a solitary before they met. For all of them, they all have a more one on one fight style, like Ieama. Xelzaz however seems to have experience at least in expeditions and teaming up for missions more so then the others. Meanwhile, Gore has talked about being taught to plan for and after fights, so I know he would help drill the group on down time for safety reasons. After losing everything he knew to Jo-Lee's machinations, he likely harbors the fear of losing his found family. Not to mention the innumerable times hes shouted directions to Ieama in the heat of a fight ("stand back, down a potion, and let me rip them in half for you-") or offered info on an area's inhabitants ("vampire/spriggan/troll lives nearby.") before the enemy found us. He is young, and was younger still when he was made a lieutenant in the Ravens, a title that entails leadership, management and direction to units, so he had a great deal of responsibility over people. So he's likely to drill the group for ambushes, keep an eye on archer's ammo, remind the team when they need to make a restock trip, and were it not for Xelzaz he'd probably take over food and water inventory as well.

Val, as a pirate captain, and all that entails, would have good battle plans and contingencies. He's of a a keen mind for both diplomacy and made good investment into his reputation, and also the added bonus of him being able to think on his feet is a good skill. Val also has age on his side, and with that a good deal of experience to share. But unlike Gore, he kept his cards close with the full extent of his plans, or, he only thinks halfway through and plays it by ear as he goes. Still a good skill for an unexpected turn of events in a fight, though. He is also hard on himself for his mistakes and past, and the responsibility weighed on him leading up to meeting the party. Val had/has a lot of grief over failing his brother Fathis, and in turn he knows he lost himself to vices when he finally became captain of the Dark Rose. His self awareness is, as he has said, a curse. He would help if asked, and I have no illusion his experiance would be a boon for the party, but I can imagine his worry of doing right for the team would rear its head due to him dwelling on his past mistakes.

[mushroomwoods]

by the shore…

A calming vacation in Wind's timeline, seashell picking, storytelling, braiding and the navigation the sailor waited for so long. The downside? A vacation never last forever. 

character — Wind, platonic.

cw — mild angst (Wind recalls ww journey), fluff, reader is called young'un once (doesn't mean they're young if we consider who is talking), just Wind + Reader + Aryll moments.

reader is like the big sibling who Aryll and Link want to impress, i think it's a really wholesome setting so i vibed with it and threw the angst i planned for out the window. a plus: i believe in lineback personality development and that he visits wind from time to time.

It was a rare peaceful day. The group had landed on Wind's Hyrule after so long and he was excited to introduce everyone to his family and friends, and they were more than accepting to the whole group, even giving you all a true place to rest, a little cramped over some of their houses, but welcoming nonetheless.

You stayed in Wind's house, his grandma and sister telling stories of his even younger days, stories you had already heard from the boy himself, but were entertaining to hear over and over again.

The older woman offered you a bowl of soup, one the sailor relentlessly ranted on and on about how it was the best in the world, and honestly, you'd have to agree with him, it just had this taste that screamed home, unlikely anything you had eaten during the journey and reminded yourself of your own place. Not that Wild cooking was bad, of course not, it just didn't have the same feeling that made you feel like crying.

And when it was time to rest for the next day, you insisted on sleeping on the floor, which only ended with the three of you — yes, three, as his little sister glued to your side as soon as she locked eyes with you — sleeping sprawled to the floor, both of the kids pressed to your sides as they rambled about the games you could play together or even urging you to tell more stories about your own land. Of course Wind already knew them all, but the way his sisters eyes lit made him excited enough to hear them all over again.

And most importantly, the promises Wind made to show you all of the islands around, it'd be hard on his own, but Tetra and Lineback were... reluctantly convinced to allow them in their ship should the need arise, and of course he'd take this as a chance to show off his homeland.

It was a peaceful night, full of cheerful laughs and unfinished stories, and mostly, hopes for the next sunrise.

What you didn't expect however, was to have Aryll shaking you awake in full strength — and what an amazing strength she had for a kid —, not even caring for your bleary eyed state as she pushed you through the door and outside the house, a basket full of food in hand, as she happily screamed her brother's name, which in turn took the attention of all the other eight heroes, who were all idly by the shore.

You nodded to the heroes who greeted you back, then turning your attention back to the pair of siblings as they almost hung off your arms, fighting about what you should see first, going with the final decision of visiting the watchtower.

Warriors went along with the three of you, mostly to “keep the kids safe” he said, but you knew he was as curious as you about the whole place, and when Wind didn't offer more than a “I'm not a kid” as a protest he knew it meant he was partially allowed to tag along.

The group of four, with the newly acquired addition, took off, not taking long to arrive in your destination as you ran behind the youngest hero, barefooted and gleeful.

“Were here!” The sailor giggled, not minding as Aryll started climbing the stairs first, barely looking back at the group. “Now you'll see just how beautiful my Hyrule is.” His chest puffed up proudly and you laughed, following as he urged you to climb too.

You could hear the captain and the sailor discussing right below you, the older man giving the whole ordeal a whole pass when he noticed just how much he had to climb, carrying along his weighty armor, to reach the topmost part, listening as the younger one snickered a “lazy”, quickly going up the stairs, before the man could get him.

When you finally reached the top, you could feel your legs would definitely be sore later. You laid on the floor, barely caring as they fought over who would use the telescope first, not minding when a pouty Link came over to you, a triumphant Aryll holding the object she had successfully stolen from her brother in hands.

You patted the blonde hair of the boy, but when Aryll noticed it a huge whine left her lips.

“It's not fair! You spent all this time with [Name] and you still get their attention now?” She pouted, running to your side, clutching to the sides of your shirt.

You could only laugh at their antics, extending your arm so the girl could curl up to your other side, which she promptly did, the item still tightly clutched in her arms.

With a quick glance to the side, something caught your attention, a huge tower rising from the depths of the ocean, completely unlikely any other construction around.

“What's that?” You asked, propping yourself in your elbows as both of the kids followed your line of sight.

“The tower of the gods.” The sailor answered indifferently, as he leaned closer to the watchtower edge to have a better look.

Aryll beamed, puffing proudly as she retold the tale she heard many times from her brother.

“It's were he got the Master Sword capable of defeating the evil. He wiped the monsters around and the gods recognized he had the spirit of a true hero!” She said as the boy ruffled her hair, shushing her.

“It's nothing special, the sword lost it's power as soon as I defeated the big bird, so what use was it? A whole month just for that.” He sighed, eyes looking distant as he stared into the the tower as if remembering something, someone, far beyond his reach, eyes then shifting to another isle.

Aryll turned eerily quiet after that, mouth pressed to a thin line, her expression made you sure of something.

It was way more than a month.

The boy had spent so long in that hellish place, he probably wasn't even able to keep track of time, besides, who knew what else could've happened for him to look so distant when just the sound of another adventure would make him bounce back to his feet.

“Then... Is there any island your particularly like over the others?” You tried, gauging the younger one reaction.

He stared over for a moment, seemingly thinking, before he brightened back up.

“A few actually!” He looked around as if looking for something. “There are the Fairy Islands—” He pointed to four directions, to which you could barely see a tiny island holding what looked like a giant seashell. “The Pawprint Island—” Then at another one, close enough for you to distinguish the funny shape that was just like it's name. “And then my Oasis!” Now he directed to a far bigger island, not that far out of reach.

You were going to ask him about the islands, when he suddenly jumped to his feet, hands clasping together.

“Right! My oasis! Follow me! ” He didn't look back before sliding down the stairs, running back to the village, looking for someone.

You and Aryll didn't have much choice but to follow him, barely catching with the little pirate as he stopped right in front of a black haired man, who looked eerily like a scammer, the boy ranting something about a SS Lineback as the man seemed just about ready to keel over and cry.

“I can lend it to you, but please, please, don't try any of that funny business of yours again. I see a scratch on it and I'm gonna fine you, boy.” The man, Lineback as he introduced himself, lectured the blonde, tired face enough to tell you he knew those words would go in one ear and out the other the moment he turned back.

“C'mon, I already said I'll take care of it! I didn't even damage it too much last time.” Link pouted and Lineback looked ready to throw hands, sighing as he ran his hands through his face.

“Alright, alright, do what you do, boy, I know you're not gonna listen anyway. You know how to start the thing, so go on your way before I regret it.” He waved the boy off, turning back when the young hero started to run back to the beach.

“You're not gonna come with us... Mr. Lineback?”You asked unsure and he looked back at you, scoffing without much ill intention.

“Just Lineback is fine, young'un, and I'm never getting into the same boat as him again, he gave me enough troubles back in the time.” He smiled, and only now you could notice his laid back nature, somehow reminding you of a true sailor, the ones from old fashioned tales.

You nodded in agreement, turning back when you heard the siblings shouting your name for you to go over to them, waving to the man and running back to them.

The party of ten was ready, only waiting for you, the last member to join them. Warriors and Twilight chatted away with the pair of elderly brothers, Sturgeon and Orca, who for once seemed to be agreeing on something. Wild seemed to be teaching Hyrule and a few kids how to catch fishes barehanded, Four seemed to be rambling about the quality of the boat husk to Wind who just nodded along while setting the sail so they could depart.

You couldn't spot Time, Sky and Legend, so you could only assume they were at the lower deck preparing things.

Aryll hurried you into the steamboat, the sailor soon whistling so everyone would get on board.

It didn't take long for you to take off, the young hero using the Wind Waker to guide the boat along the way.

The vehicle moved much faster than you could imagine, and the air around the group was light, except for the few that seemed down with seasickness, it was a good journey, the sound of the waves crashed against the wood and metal plates, almost licking into your face when you leaned a little too close to the rails keeping you inside the boat, the pair of siblings starting a chant only the two of them knew, but seemed familiar enough so the rest could follow along in the noise.

The travel was filled with laughter and jokes, barely three days turning when you finally reached the oasis, much sooner than you had expected at first.

Aryll happened to be feeding you some fruits she had taken along the food supplies, as you ran your hand through Wind's hair, the sleeping boy sprawled across your lap while you stayed at the deck, along with a few resting heroes.

Time walked down the stairs, announcing the arrival, wasn't the rumbling of the docking enough of a tell to all of the others.

As much as everyone wanted to jump right into action and explore the whole island, the navigation had left them much worse for wear than they expected at first, so it was mostly a relaxing day, holed up into the fancy, little — it wasn't little, really, it was actually far bigger than any vacation home you had ever seen— cabin, getting to know the grumpy, yet dextrous butler and about the last few owners of that place.

That night everyone had plenty of rest, resting finally each into a real bed, tranquil and unbothered by the evil that they would have to battle sometime soon, only relaxing for now, allowing themselves to forget about their destiny.

The next morning had the same air of serenity, Wild helped the butler as they cooked and shared recipes, a group of few feeding some seagulls who Aryll seemed to have attracted near the house, others sunbathing near the lake.

You made part of the latter, stretched out in the grassy field as Wind and Twilight made it a game to throw themselves into the water, splashing water everywhere, including in you.

Just as you were about to cuss at them, the Twili hero pulled you to the water, brute, unfiltered strength sending you toppling into the water, far too disoriented to even react as the water entered your lungs. Fortunately you were quick enough to grab at the man before fully submerging, evicting him to the same fate as yours, his arms snatching around you before pulling out of the water with a clear pout from his failed stunt.

You tried to frown at his antic, however when you saw the strange shape his hair stood in, covering almost all of his face as some of its strands stood up like crooked ears, you could only laugh, comparing the man to a wet dog, his pout only getting bigger.

The sailor didn't wait before joining in making fun of the rancher, even blowing some wind so his hair got even messier.

At noon you were already out of the water, belly full with the hearty fish meal Wild had learned how to cook with the butler, you sat leaning against the old leather sofa, little Aryll sitting in between your legs as you tried to braid her hair, Wind lazily dictating how you should twist her hair so the braid would turn out pretty enough, as he laid on the sofa right behind you.

It could be only a few days you had spent lazing around, soon having to depart to chase after the evil yet again, but it was a much needed vacation nonetheless, one that certainly would stay in your mind for the many years to come.

[elaineas-elysian]

Hello ! I hope I didn't misunderstand and that your request are still open ! Could I please request sfw/platonic headcanons for the Sakamaki brothers with a younger teenage sister ? I love the idea of those six having a soft spot for their little sister :')

Take care ! <3

// ☕ Admin’s Note: Hello there Anon, thank you so much for requesting this! I can definitely say that them having a Soft Spot for their younger teenage sister would be absolutely adorable in my standards, so I have decided to do some Fluffy Headcanons for each of them towards her. I certainly hope I met your request, and you certainly didn't misunderstand it at all! :)

Shu

Shu will definitely keep a safe distance from his sister, but undeniably he would speak to her very often. Shu is awfully overprotective of his sister, like an instinct since he is the oldest within his brothers. Although being the same as he is, he would have a soft spot for her, and help her with whatever she needs for guidance. When the both of them are together, they don't often say much considering Shu’s natural nature and how he lays around all day listening to classical music, but they definitely don't dislike each other.

On rare occasions, Shu will actually have a full on conversation with her, but as stated, Shu will probably wan’t nothing more or nothing less to do with her considering that she is another child of Karlheinz himself. She definitely loves her older brothers, including Shu and has admiration towards them in various of ways. (Shu has offered to teach her Latin and Violin lessons before in the past.)

Reiji

Now, these two have a very interesting relationship. When both of them met each other right away, they both automatically thought and knew that “We are going to get along VERY well.” Their dynamic is close, and she has a pretty stabilized relationship with Reiji. They immediately clashed with one and other as soon as they met, which made them both each other's favorite siblings in a instant. Reiji would offer his younger sister and invite her for a cup of tea very, very frequently. Reiji would often get her gifts, and spoil her with plenty of self taught lessons so that she can improve in intellectual intelligence, especially if the subjects that she likes are similar to his.

To Reiji, he see’s his younger sister as being the most tolerable siblings out of all of his brothers. Although like Shu, Reiji will definitely have a soft spot for her, his strict nature does not change in the slightest. He constantly reminds her to stay focused on her studies, but also gives her advice to do what's best for her to also keep her grounded. Reiji offers her every one in a while to do Lab Experiments with him.

Ayato

Ayato will constantly tease his younger sister, especially if he knows that she has a crush on a certain person. He will definitely persuade his sister to do Mischievous things with him that would cause the both of them to individually get a scolding heavily by Reiji. Surprisingly, Ayato is very open towards his younger sister, and uses his confidence and pride to teach her “Valuable” lessons in his perspective. Ayato constantly tries to prove to his younger sister that he is the best brother out of all of his siblings. Both of them tend to joke around often, although his younger sister is a mixture of the range “Serious” and “Silly.” Since both siblings can be playful, she often finds herself pranking Ayato whenever he tries to prank her, and she literally lives for his reaction.

Although being younger then Ayato, she realizes the importance of schoolwork and her studies, which causes her to attempt persuading Ayato to actually focus on his schoolwork instead of “Being A Goofball all the Time” although she claims. Likewise, being the older brother out of the Triplet’s, he is quite overprotective of her, and will definitely stand up for her if someone even thinks about messing with her, it’s part of his protective instinct.

Kanato

Kanato literally wants absolutely no partake with his sister at all. He prefers being alone most of the time, and minds his own business. Occasionally, him and his younger sister have encounters, but it isn't anything serious nor long considering how he finds younger kids to actually be quite annoying and a nuisance although acting like a younger child himself. Even so, on very, very, RARE occasions, depending on the situation, (When I say rare, I mean rare) he would share his pudding with his younger sister and probably show her his collection of teddy bears. If Kanato actually had a soft spot for his sister, I believe that he would probably let her hold Teddy only once, but the chance of that actually happening is at an all time low.

Kanato Would invite his younger sister to have Tea Parties with him, and of course, dress her up in cute frilly dresses.

Laito

Definitely more outgoing and optimistic towards his younger sister. Laito offers her help towards her homework assignments and plans fun activities that the both of them can play together, even sometimes involving the other brother's as well. He definitely is the type to spoil his younger sister and take her shopping wherever and whenever she likes. Laito even got her a custom made fedora that looks exactly similar to his, that way both of them can match together from time to time (Aww.) Laito’s sister genuinely enjoy’s his company, and Laito offers to give her panio lessons. One time, Laito and his Younger sister we’re doing Karaoke, but Laito forgot to tell his brothers where they went so out of concernment, the brothers tracked them down only to find him hyping his younger sister singing “Bring Me Back To Life” by Evanescence. Midway in the song, Ayato decided to join in with her to sing along, after the song was over Ayato makes up a horribly not well thought out exuse claiming that he was “Helping her sing the Background Vocals.”

Of course, Laito does his best to make experiences enjoyable for his younger sister so that he can perhaps have a closer bond with her in the future.

Subaru

Subaru chemistry with his younger sister is the type that he says he doesn't like her although he genuinely does, and doesn't admit the fact that he finds his younger sister to be cute and adorable. He will hint out to her sometimes that if she needs anyone to speak to, he's their for her as an older brother which makes everything way more wholesome than their sibling relationship already is. Similar to his brothers, he will definitely give her help and guidance in whatever she's doing if she needs anything. One time, Subaru picked out a Bouquet of White Roses for her and have it as a gift to show his kindness and generosity towards her. She glady accepted it, prancing into his arms and appreciatively hugged him.

They both have plenty of heartfelt moments together that the both of them enjoyed, Subaru doesn't express or share this quite often, and if she did, a wave of embarrassment will wash over him since his brothers will assume that Subaru has became a huge softie.