#they literally hug their children constantly before they are born

[urgothgfsbeltchain]

“uncover the mystery,

tell everyone what you see.

it’s not what it seems,

vulgar when brought to light.”

[heavyhitterheaux]

When Four Makes Five

First Babies of Private Garden Fic

AN: I don't want anyone to get confused, so they didn't find out that there were two boys until later

Synopsis: You break the news to your ten year old triplets and six year old daughter that the family is about to get a little bigger. However, one of them isn't excited as the rest

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Requested by: an anon 💕

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"Smush, I'm nervous." You told him as you were playing with your curly ponytail as you sat on his lap. You had kept the secret for as long as possible and you knew that it was only a matter of time before they started to notice.

Jack looked over at you and sighed. He knew you were nervous and for good reason. The two of you were about to tell your four older children that they were about to have another sibling, but that wasn't the problem.

The problem was the gender of said child.

It was a boy and both of you knew that Axel was about to be upset since now he wasn't going to be the only boy anymore.

However, the two of you were extremely excited to grow your family and to give them another sibling.

"Maybe he's going to take it better than we think." Jack tried to reason with you, but all you did was shake your head.

"Babe, be serious. You know how he is and I just…. I don't know."

Axel frequently made comments about being the only boy, hence, being the favorite child out of the four, but the two of you would constantly tell him that you didn’t have favorites among them and that they’re loved by the both of you equally. 

"He was excited when Nova was born and was excited to be a big brother again."

"Uh huh and Nova's a girl." 

"Good point. But the last thing he would ever want to do is upset you. He's always ready to beat someone's ass when it comes to you, including me, his own father." Jack replied as he scrunched up his face. 

You couldn't help but to laugh because you knew Jack was right. That’s simply how he was and you knew that he had gotten it from Jack being that he was protective over you and over his sisters.  

"It'll be fine, baby girl. Stop worrying about it." Jack comforted you before leaning over to kiss you which you gladly accepted.

"We can tell them at dinner. I'm about to go and pick them up from school, okay?"

"Okay." You quietly said before sliding off of Jack’s lap so that he could stand up.

"It's going to be okay. It'll probably go better than we think it will."

Jack gave you one last kiss before leaving the house and you simply sat down in your room for fifteen minutes staring at the wall. You had a gut feeling that this wasn't going to go over well at all, but only time will tell.

You were in the kitchen starting to make dinner when you heard the front door open and several sets of footsteps enter the house. You were startled when you felt someone come up behind you and hug you, but you already knew that it was Axel.

“Ax, is that you?” You said while cutting up onions and peppers for the fajitas that you were going to make.

All you heard was his small laugh and you turned around to see him looking up at you.

“Hi mommy.”

“Hi, my sweet baby, how was your day at school?” You asked while squatting down to his level and he gave you a proper hug.

“Good, I got to play soccer at recess.”

“Did you now? What else did you do?”

“Hmm, bother my sisters.”

“I……”

“MOMMY! AXEL GOT TO HOLD THE CLASS HAMSTER AND CHASED ME AROUND THE CLASSROOM WITH IT!”

“Hi to you too, Ivy.” You laughed while you stood up and she came over to you while she was eyeing Axel.

“IT’S JUST A HAMSTER!”

“THEY’RE WEIRD AND I DON’T LIKE THEM!”

“Funny how the two of you are arguing over a hamster when we literally have thirteen pets, but go off.” Jack muttered while Autumn and Nova filed in behind him.

“They don’t even do anything, but yet you don’t like them?” You asked her and she immediately shook her head no.

“Babe…” You started to say as you looked at Jack, but his eyes went wide and looked at you in disbelief.

“NO. NO MORE PETS. WE ALREADY LIVE IN A ZOO.”

“Boo, you’re no fun.” You answered him while pouting before turning back towards the stove.

“Okay, I know the four of you have homework so let’s go and get that done.” Jack said to the four of them and they collectively sighed.

“I finished mine in class, daddy.” Ivy said while smiling and he knew that she was probably telling the truth. All four of them were extremely smart, but you knew that Ivy would probably be the one to take advanced classes since she was the first one to learn the alphabet, her numbers, and to talk in full sentences.

“Then let me look over it to make sure you did it right while mommy makes dinner.”

“Can I do my homework at the table to stay with her?”

“Why of course you can Ax.”

You were soaking all of this up now because you knew it was only a matter of time before all hell broke loose. But maybe it would actually go better than you thought, so you put it in the back of your mind and tried to keep a positive attitude. 

You had made your salted caramel chocolate cake for dessert after everyone had eaten their fajitas and once you placed it on the table, all four of your children were eyeing you because they knew that you only made that on special occasions. The last one being Nova’s birthday.

"What's the occasion, mommy?" Autumn asked as she was stuffing her face with cake and you looked at Jack who simply smiled at you.

"Me and your mom have something to tell you."

"Is it another puppy?" Nova excitedly asked.

"No, Nova. Not this time because daddy won’t let me be great and get another one." You said while laughing and she pouted while Jack rolled his eyes at you.

"Daddy bought me a new video game?" Axel asked and you shook your head no.

"Our family is about to get a little bigger." Jack said and Ivy immediately yelled.

"I'M GOING TO BE A BIG SISTER AGAIN!"

"OOHH is it a girl!?" Autumn asked while looking at the two of you and you both shook your heads no.

"Then that means…."

"It's a boy! I’ll have a little brother!" Nova exclaimed while smiling. 

The girls were excited, but Axel had been silent the entire time while looking at you and Jack.

"Ax, are you excited to be a big brother again?" Jack asked him and he didn't say anything in response which of course made you nervous. 

You knew it.

"Ax?" You said, calling him again and he immediately pushed himself away from the table.

"What's wrong bubs?" You asked as you got up to embrace him, but he pushed your hands away.

"I'M SUPPOSED TO BE THE ONLY BOY!"

"Axel…." Jack said in a warning tone but he wasn't backing down.

"NO! IT'S NOT FAIR! NOW YOU'RE GOING TO FORGET ABOUT ME."

"Ax, baby I would never." You said before reaching for him again, but he ran past you and up the stairs.

You couldn't help but for your eyes to start to water and it was now silent at the table.

"Babe, I'll go talk to him." Jack said as he got up from the table and went up the stairs.

Nova, noticing that you were upset, climbed into your lap and began to rub your belly.

"He's in there?" She asked and you nodded while wiping away the tears that had fallen and Ivy quickly grabbed a tissue to dab at your face.

“Yeah, he’s in there. Mommy is keeping him safe in her belly until he’s ready to come out. Thank you Ivy.”

“Welcome, mama.”

The child that was most in tune to your emotions was Ivy and she could see it from a mile away if you were about to get upset about something and was always the first one to comfort you if Jack didn’t get to it first.

“Do you know what you’re going to name him?” Autumn asked while trying to put you in a better mood.

“Me and daddy haven’t decided yet, but when we do, you’ll be the first ones we tell.”

“Is Ax going to be okay?” Nova quietly asked while playing with your necklace that Jack had gifted you which had his initials on it.

“He’ll come around eventually.” You answered her while shrugging.

“Well,it’s not like he really has a choice.” Ivy said only loud enough for you to hear.

“But we’re excited, mommy!”

“Now, Nova, he’s going to need a little extra help for when he’s born since there won’t be a lot that he can do for himself. Your sisters already went through this with you so they know what to expect, but mommy and daddy still love you just the same and we do not ever want you to feel like you’re not as important. And we need you to step up and be an amazing big sister to him. Do you think you can do that?”

“Yes! I want to help!”

“She says that now, but it’ll change once she hears him crying throughout the night.”

“Autumn…..”

“Sorry, mommy. Just saying.” 

“Be good and set an example for your little sister to follow.”

This was giving you flashbacks to when you brought Nova home and Autumn acted as if the world was coming to an end because she wasn’t going to be the baby anymore. Your mother offered to take her for the first few weeks, but you quickly declined saying that she needed to get used to her role of being a big sister and that you and Jack would teach her healthy ways on how to manage her emotions if she began to get frustrated with what was going on around her. 

“I will, promise.”

Jack had followed Axel upstairs to find him in his room playing one of his video games and went to sit down next to him.

“Ax, we need to talk so turn the game off.”

All he did was sigh in response before doing what he was told and looked at Jack.

“Tell me how you’re feeling right now.”

“You and mommy are going to forget about me and I won’t be the favorite boy anymore.”

“But do you think that me and mommy are going to love you any less? Because that’s not true. All of you have a special place in our heart and just because we add another person to our family doesn’t mean that the special place we have for you is going to get any smaller.”

“It’s not?”

“No, of course not. All of you are important to us and we’re thankful to be your parents.”

“I made her cry, didn’t I?” He quietly asked before starting to feel guilty.

“You did make her upset because she feels like her only son isn’t supportive of her. Isn’t she always supportive of you when you come to her and tell her something?”

“Yes.”

“And she always tells you that she wants the best for you, right?”

“Yes.”

“So, don’t you think you need to apologize to her and focus on being a good big brother once he gets here? You’ll have a very important job seeing as you’re going to be the one he looks up to. Yes, he’ll look up to his sisters too, but since you’re the only boy, that makes it extra special.”

“You promise that you won’t love me any less?”

“I promise. He’ll need a little extra attention when he gets here like Nova needed, but you’ve gone through that before. It’ll be the same thing.”

“Okay.”

“You ready to go downstairs now and eat some cake since you get to be a big brother again?” Axel eagerly nodded and hopped up off his bed and Jack followed closely behind him. Once downstairs, he walked over to you since you were sitting at the table and scrolling through your phone when Axel tapped you making you look over at him.

“Yes, bubs?”

Axel didn’t say anything and simply sat in your lap while looking at you with his big brown eyes that resembled yours.

“Mommy, I’m sorry. I promised daddy that I would be a good big brother since he promised me that the two of you wouldn’t forget about me.”

“We could never forget about our first boy.” You replied while squishing his cheeks and making him laugh.

He reached down to touch your belly and rubbed it while talking to it.

“Baby brother, this is your big brother, Ax, and I promise that we’re going to be the best of friends. I’ll teach you how to play soccer and to be a good brother to our sisters. We have to protect them and protect mommy too, because that’s what daddy taught me.”

“I already know that the two of you will be inseparable.” You told Axel while hugging him.

“Can I have some cake now? It’s not every day that you become a big brother again.”

Both you and Jack laughed before cutting him a big slice and placing it in front of him.

Since Axel was focused on eating his cake, Jack took this opportunity to lean down to whisper in your ear before kissing your temple.

“I told you it would be fine.”

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I love your writing! Could i request hc on being the youngest child of julieta? Pls

How it would be like being Julieta’s youngest child!!

hii! tysm that really means a lot <33 and ofc i’ve been waiting for a request like this! i hope u like what i came up with :))

also, there is a Colombian dish mentioned. If I used it in the wrong context or anything, let me know! I am hispanic, just not Colombian so I don’t know very much about their dishes lol

Part 2 > Part 3

Literally the best mom ever

WOULD GIVE YOU THE SOFTEST AND WARMEST HUGS

Would always ask about how your day went after she picked you up from school.

Helped you with homework whenever you needed.

Packed you the best food for lunch. Everyone was jealous.

“Ay te amo cosa linda!” her voice echoed through the hallways of your house as she pulled you in for an embrace and gave you a big kiss on the cheek.

Would always take you to your favorite places, and loved to watch your face light up at the sight of it.

If you had any bullies, trust me she’d get Pepa to take care of them. With one look from Julieta, Pepa knew and answered “On it sis” as she walked out the door.

Always getting cuddles! No, no, no, you were never getting away.

Every night before bed, she’d tell you amazing stories about your big sisters Isabela, Luisa, and Mirabel.

She always loved watching you bond with your sisters. It was the cutest thing to her, really.

You and Mirabel were tied for who gets the most kisses and cuddles in a day, your mama was always busy at work loving her children.

Sometimes she’d let you make requests for dinner, making absolutely whatever you wanted. “Julieta, why are there brownies as a side dish for the Bandeja paisa?!?!” Abuela exclaimed.

This is Bandeja paisa:

You typically requested desserts for dinner, but she only told you she’d make them if you pinky promised to eat all of your food.

She would always give you little spoons of the food she was making, seeking your approval first before anyone else’s. You are her most important guest after all.

You were always with her, even going with her to her stand in town watching her heal people. It always fascinated you, watching people coming in with a variety of injuries and watching her heal them just like that.

You always hoped that when you turned 5, you would get a gift like hers.

Every so often, she’d drop everything she was doing at the stand, giving you a hug, or some food.

“Can I have an extra kiss mi vida?” she said as she knelt down to your level and tapped her finger on her cheek “For good luck.”

Taught you how to tie your shoes. She was so proud of you for a week after you learned. “Look, my sweet Y/N learned how to tie their shoes!”

She always loved hearing your stories, even if they didn’t make any sense. “Wait, so how did he fly if he didn’t have any wings???”

Would constantly tell you how amazing you are, listing all of your best qualities and how happy they make her.

“You burn so brightly, mi corazón. Never forget that.”

Encouraged you to try things out at least once before you claimed you didn’t like them.

When she’d crouch down to your level, she would let you touch her face, naming each of her features. “Eyes. Nose. Mouth.”

Tickle attacks would come out of nowhere, you never saw them coming.

You’d often ask her questions like “What’s the meaning of life? Why is the sky blue? How was I born?” She always had an answer for every question, except the ones that weren’t appropriate for children. For those kinds of questions she’d say “You’ll find out when you’re older, promise.” This was usually followed by a hand squeeze.

She’d sing to you every time you were crying, immediately lifting your spirits. Her voice managed to always calm you down, it was so comforting.

Every night she would tuck you in, singing to you in the nursery. Sometimes Mirabel joined in. You loved it.

“Love you mami.” “I love you, my perfect baby.” she said, pulling you in for a hug. She was so warm. You loved your mama more than anyone else in this world.

“I can’t wait to grow up and be like you mama.” “No, I can’t wait for you grow up and become you, mi cosa linda.”

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Mini Fanfic #934: Much Need Quality Time (Enchanto)

10:12 p.m. Castia's Household's Dining Room.....

Bruno: (Eyes Filled With Tears While Reading Alma's Love Story with Pepa) Dios mios....('Sniff') This really his the saddest love story ever....

Pepa: (Eyes Filled With Tears as Well) I know, right? ('Sniff').....They tried so hard to fight and protect their love until their dying breath.....('Sniff') It's so tragically romantic it hurts!~ (Cries Softly While Hugging Bruno Close to Her)

Bruno: DUELE MUCHOOOOO!~ (Bursts Out Crying in Pepa's Arms)

Julieta: (Walks into the Dining Room With a Bit of a Worried Look on her Face) Is....everything okay in here, you two?

Bruno: (Looks Up at his Hermana While Wiping the Tears Off his Face) Oh. ('Sniff') (Smiles a Little) Hola, Julieta. Pepa and I were reading one of mama's love novels and it's amazing....I think it's called "Maria" or something like that?

Pepa: ('Sighs Dreamingly') Maria La Sin Amor......The beautifully written love story in all of fiction~ You remembered reading this growing up, right Juli?

Julieta: I do. (Makes her Way to the Table, Joining Along Side her Siblings) I thought it was pretty decent all things considered. Though, I can't help but to think that the entire storyline resembles that into how mama and papa first met in some way.....

Pepa/Bruno: ('GASPS')

Bruno: Oh my God......(Starts Tearing Up) ('Sniff') Everything is starting to makes sense now!.....

Pepa: The romance, the drama, the suspense, the tragedies.....(Starts Tearing Up as Well) It really does have similarities to mami and papihehehehehehehei's!!!~ (Finally Burst Out Crying)

Julieta: ('Sigh') De todos Los pesimas...Come here, you two. (Pulls Both of Her Siblings into a Loving Hug While Giggling a Little) It's gonna be okay~

Pepa: (Gives her Older Hermana a Pouty Look on her Face) And what gotten YOU into a laughing mood, missy?

Julieta: Oho it's nothing too serious really. I was just remembering how much of a bunch of crybabies you two were growing up. It amazes how you're able to manage maintaining that role nowadays.

Bruno: (Eyes Widened in Complete Shock) What!? That's completely absurd! (Immediately Points at Pepa) She's a bigger crybaby than I am!

Pepa: (Gasps Loudly Before Pouting at her Hermano) EXCCCCUSE YOU!? What the hell is that supposed to be, Rat Boy!?

Bruno: (Gives Pepa a Deadpinned Look on his Face) Pepa, you're obviously the most emotional person in this entire familia. I can't even tell you how many rainy days we have because of the crying you've done over something so trivia.

Pepa: Well, excuse me for being a emotional girasol! And you're the LAST person to assume such absurdity! Need I remind you about all the times you constantly cried over ever snake that passes by the house?

Bruno: (Starts Glaring Back at Pepa) I couldn't help myself, okay!? ('Sniff') They don't have any arms......

Pepa: That's because they're snakes, ficticio! It is common knowledge for literally everyone that they don't possess any arms.

Bruno: Yeah, but wouldn't it be beneficial for them if they did? You can't just crush their dreams like that, Pepa. It's cruel even for you!

Pepa: BRUNO MADGRIAL, I SWEAR TO-

Julieta: Children, Children! Calm yourselves. (Smiles Brightly) You two already proven my point very fluently, so there's no need to fuss among ourselves.

Bruno and Pepa stops bickering with one another before turning their heads towards the eldest Madgrial with their respective deadpinned faces.

Julieta: What? Why are you staring at me like that?

Bruno: You seemed really sure about all of this, hermana.

Pepa: Yeah, what makes you think that you're not a crybaby just like the both of us here?

Julieta: Hey, I'm the most mature out of the three of us and the mother of three beautiful hijas. (Crosses her Arms) I hardly ever let my tears show.

Pepa: (Raised an Eyebrow) Oh really? So are we really gonna forget the time that you've cried everything each of our children were born?

Julieta: The birth of a new life is a beautiful thing to behold. (Crosses her Arms While Turning Away) I can't help but to be a little emotional about it.

Bruno: A little, huh? Then what about all the times you cried after every plays and soap operas Camilo participated in?

Julieta: Some moments from the plays were impactful and moving. And besides, Little Miss Rainstorm here cried through most of them too.

Pepa: (Opens her Mouth to Try and Argue Before Sighing in Defeat a Brief Second Life While Snapping her Finger) Tonterías......I hate when you bring up a counter argument......Ooh! (Eyes Widened Before Putting on a Mischievous Smirk on her Face) How about the time when we were little, you, me, and Bruno were the only ones waiting for someone to choose us for their team of fútbol. You were never chosen and-

Julieta: (Immediately Starts Blushing) What happened in our childhood is irrelevant to the current topic! That doesn't change the fact I'm still mature one of this familia!

Pepa: (Playfully Rolls her Eyes) Realllllly have a funny way of showing it, Hermana~

Julieta: (Groans in Annoyance Before Glaring at a Snickering Pepa) S-Shut up, Pepa!

Bruno: (Bursts Out Laughing) AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!~

Julieta: (Slowly Turns to her Hermano With a Pouty Look on her Face) Bruno Pedro Madgrial, are you laughing at me right now!?

Bruno: (Chuckles Lightly While Calming Himself Down and Wiping a tear Off from his Eyes) Sorry, sorry. I wasn't laughing directly at you....well...I mean....I was a little.

Julieta: ('Makes an Angry Mom Noise')

Bruno: B-But not completely! (Smiles Sheepishly While Rubbing the Back of his Head Back & Forth) I just laughing at us in general. And....thinking about all the times we've spent together. Good, bad, in-betweens....I miss those days sometimes, you know?

Julieta: (Starts Frowning Worriedly and at her Hermano Along with Pepa) Bruno, what's wrong?

Bruno: (Raised an Eyebrow in Confusion) Hm? What makes you think something's wrong?

Pepa: You're making that face again. (Gets Up From Her Chair and Moves it Beside Bruno's Side Before Sitting Back Down) Like you have something that's been bothering you for a while now. IS there something bothering you?

Bruno: Well.....I....(Slowly Starts to Frown a Little).....may or...not be thinking about what happened ten years ago.....You know, the time where I.....left....and all of that........ ('Sigh') I know the past is in the past and I shouldn't dwell on it, but I'm really-

Julieta: Brunito, we talked about this. (Gives her Hermano a Loving Hug on One Side) We don't blame you for what happened. Not anymore.

Pepa: (Hugs Bruno on the Other Side) And you have nothing to apologize for either. If anyone should be doing that, it's us for making you feel like a plague to this family.......and for making that....stupid song about you as well......

Bruno: Guys, it's fine. Really. I don't blame any of you for all of that. My gift has been causing trouble for years now, so shouldn't be too surprising that everyone sees me a curse of some sorts. (Turns to Pepa) Also, I-I liked the song you made about me. It was harsh and unnecessary.....(Nodded While Shrugging) Yeah, but I still think it's catchy in it's own right. Though, the whole "Seven Foot Frame" part was kind of pushing it a little.

Pepa: (Sighs While Rolling her Eyes a Little) I know....I should've been more honest with the kids about you more in those years, but that's beside the point! You're supposed to be our Little Hermano.....(Tears Starts Coming Out From her Eyes) and yet we practically drove you away from us for ten whole years because of our... poor, stupid judgment about you!!

Bruno: ('Sigh') Pepa, I- (Eyes Begins to Widened) Wait. Little!?

Pepa: ('Uggggh') Yes, Brunito! Little! You are our Hermano Nene! And you'll always will be. (Gives Bruno a Kiss on the Cheek)

Bruno: (Almost at a Loss For Words) B-B-But we're literally the same age! I can't be the youngest out of the three of us!!

Julieta: Well, according to mama, you were born a few minutes after us. (Puts on a Bit of a Playful Smirk on her Face) Sooooo technically speaking, that makes you the baby of the triplets, whom we love oh so very much. (Kisses Bruno on the 0ther Cheek)

Pepa: And don't even think about denying it either. We could always tell mamì about this and she'll back us up completely.

Bruno: But I- (Facepalms Himself While Sighing in Defeat) Fine. I'll accept it for what is it.....But seriously though, please don't be too hard on yourselves about this. I made the choice to leave this leave behind and I paid the price for it. And like I said before, the past is in the past, we can't change it no matter how badly any of us wanted to.......But the best we can do now is to move on from it, make up for lost times and continue supporting our nieces, nephews, and the rest of our familia for as long as we still breathe. Because the truth of the matter is......(Gives Both of his Hermanas a Sincere, Loving Smile on his Face) I'm just happy and blessed to see you all again..... after all this time.

Julieta: (Covers her Mouth as Her Heart Begins to Melt and Tears Begins to Fall From her Face) Brunito, I....('Sniff') I-I-I-I........WAAAAAAAAHHAAAAAH! (Immediately Went Back into Hugging Bruno While Crying Her Eyes Out) MI BEBE VARONNNNNNNN!~

Pepa: ('Sigh') What our overly emotional hermana was trying to say here is that it means so much that you're giving us a second chance......(Tears Starts Building Up Again) ('Sniff') And that we'll never leave your side!~ (Went Back to Hugging Bruno Again as She Continues Crying as Well)

Bruno: ('Sighs Heavily') You two are unbelievable sometimes......(Smiles Softly) It's good to see not a lot changed......(Tears Starts Forming on his Eyes as Well) ('Sniff') Great.....('Sniff') Now I'M about to cry now.......('Sniff') Thanks a lot, crybabies!

The youngest hermano of the Madgrial has finally begins to join in on the water works fest with two of his hermanas. All while a certain Abuela of the family, watches them from behind the dining room's door, smiling softy and forming a few tears of her own.

Despite the hardships and struggle the family been through over the years, one thing is for certain, Bruno Madgrial......Their Brunito is back and he's not going anywhere anytime soon.

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Is it alright if i req hcs of kaeya, diluc, zhongli finding out they have a vampire s/o and they have all these cool vampire abilities and can be a bat and etc? Thanks 😊

Vampires go brr is all I say

Requests are back open! I’m planning that nth-hundred special thing soon but for the time being I’ll take more requests <3

Pairings; (Seperate) Kaeya, Diluc, and Zhonglii x reader

Warning(s); no explicity nsfw just mentions

Keep reading under the cut!

Kaeya

Man if he wasn’t already whipped for you the added fact of you’re a vampire is so cool to him. If it’s not a secret he’s definitely like “check out my s/o everyone rn, okay, do the bat thing”

Hickeys are interesting and Kaeya is far too down bad for it. He loves the feeling of your fangs literally anywhere on his body

He also loves the feeling of your fangs brushing up against his lips

If you turn into other animals Kaeya is just there like ‘holy shid my s/o right now’

Yelling ‘down bad’ at Kaeya is just apart of your common lingo at this point

Thanks to your aversion to sunlight midnight exhibitions and explorations are the best thing to Kaeya

He wants to know everything you can do and will likely test your limits

If you’re the floaty kind of vampire Kaeya loves being held in the air

If you’re the kind of vampire that can turn into mist please prank him when he goes into a hug, it’ll be funny to watch him eat shit 

Give him a kiss after though. It doesn’t matter how funny it is just remind the man you love him

If you’re particularly older than him expect him to ask what certain aspects of the past really are true and what’s just made up to keep the calm 

Do you still pray to the god of your homeland, be it Barbatos or any other. If not why? 

How were you turned? Were you born a vampire? Were you born in Teyvat or Khaenri'ah? If you’re from Khaenri'ah was it before or after the gods betrayed the people?

If you’re as secretive as Kaeya it’s interesting to see how much you can reveal while he continues to keep his cards to his chest

Diluc

He has to be sure you’re not a threat to Mondstat before he even thinks about forming a platonic relationship with you, let alone a romantic one

Diluc isn’t sure what attracts you to him, probably the thrill of danger. The act of placing his life into a person who could snap him like a twig

Every brush or your fangs or scratch of your nails is a reminder of his fragility compared to your superior strength. 

He’s into it way more than he’d like to admit and you know it.

Your days are often spent sleeping, and usually Diluc will sleep the mornings with you sleeping, afternoons and evenings are strictly business time to him

If you help out with his Darknight Hero rounds he’s more than happy to have you about. And he loves seeing your raw power tear through Abyss Mages forcefields quicker than he can with his vision

It’s funny watching Diluc skirt about questions about your past, especially once you’re in a relationship. Though unlike other vampires, you’re more open to sharing your secrets with Diluc than others.

Diluc being a secretive person himself doesn’t speak of your own vampiric abilities

Diluc is the original hypeman in the shadows. Anything you do is immediately met with praise, especially when it comes to your vampiric abilities;

Turn into a bat or other animal mid battle to move the battle to your advantage after he’ll just tell you how cool the move was

Turn into mist to fuck with the abyss mages like they do everyone else? Hell yeah payback bitch

Teleport into an abyss mages forcefield to take em down? Number 1 hype man right here

Diluc will compliment you on all the cool things you did on the walk back to the winery and man seeing his face light up his the best thing

You can guess this is what he was like before his fathers death, this cheery smiley man. It’s a shame you don’t get to see it more

Zhongli

Zhongli knew there was something different about you, something not human and once he finds out about your vampiric status everything kind of melds together. The reason why you are never seen on lovely bright days

Though the fact you’re seen at all during the day is something to behold actually and the first question to leave Zhongli’s mouth is ‘why can you go outside during the day?’

You explain that you’re a particularly old and strong vampire, rivalling some of the youngest gods in age. You had once had a coven but many of it’s members but your kind had been hunted to near extinction by archon loyalists who saw you all as blasphemous 

Sitting at the table with other historians is always so much fun for both of you, especially with your contradicting opinions on the geo archon. Though your opinions aren’t necessarily bad but it’s more like you see them in a different light considering your age and knowledge of the world

Zhongli enjoys talking to you about divinity. So much so that you think that Zhongli is constantly dropping hints that he is the Geo Archon himself

You don’t question him but instead drop hints back at him that you know, small things that makes him question internally about it.

Its not often you or Zhongli go about fighting, the two of you much prefer to sit, drink tea and have a good chatter

Though the centuries of battling shows when the both of you are thrown into battle, you often bounce off of each other with ease. And with the added flare of your shapeshifting abilities your enemies will always perish

Around Liyue Harbour both you and Zhongli are friendly with the kids, often treating them to popsicles or games of tag and hide and seek. Despite the fact that the two of you don’t look a day over 30 many of the children give you sweet nicknames with any kind of relation to grandparents

The other vampires you have left you will visit often, usually when Zhongli is visiting his adepti. Seeing your children thrive in all corners of Teyvat without the security of a nest of vampires is admirable. Its no wonder they have survived this long

While you’re not as lively as the younger vampires both you and Zhongli cause your fair bit of trouble and have the most fun you can possibly can have

[goodvibesprompttime]

New Princess[Au] Just Dropped

Princess Dream is here to fuck shit up and take names

Step aside knights, he’s speedrunning to save your ass instead

Animals? Best friends

Singing? Sirens who-

Animal sidekick? PARROT

Curse? He’s forced to wear a mask. Whoever sees his face instantly forgets who Dream is and every memory associated with him (Helps when running from authority, honestly)

Love interest? He has 3 (A knight born from fire and demons, a mushroom prince who sleeps a lot, and a sentient kitsune fox who sells berries as dr*gs to humans)

The Villain? uuuuuuuuh - the knight’s shadow demon dad who’s apart of a cult, a god that is in love with the mushroom prince, this giant cat for some reason, a sentient humanoid creeper who came to bring the princess Dream back to his kingdom(he keeps saying “Dream was taken” when people ask, cause people will help find a kidnapped princess instead of a runaway)

The BBEG - The Ender Dragon, who gave the Princess the curse (however, the princess cannot reach the End cause someone stole the eyes of ender, and, unfortunately, the only one who knows how to make these eyes still is the Angel of Death, who's left wandering through the bedrock dust until his children are released from their own prisons, since they hold the key to escape

Princess Dream’s task: Find the three sons and one child of the Angel of Death, release them, have them complete the prophecy to find their father, have their father craft nine eyes of ender, and slay the dragon - all while having 3 love interests trying to help, and the villains/antagonists try to stop him

The Prophecy gives hints/riddles about where each of the children are [below the cut]

The Eldest: “Trapped in a perpetual state of battle, where his crown is forged from blood, his bloodlust continuously fueled by a forever audience, find the Eldest Son where even the gods refuse to go”

[Techno is basically trapped in the remains of the Antarctic Empire, chained up in the dungeons by an army of butchers who left him to freeze and deteriorate, stuck in his mind where he is constantly fighting without rest. The only way to release him is to break the chains - literally and metaphorically]

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The Older Middle Child: “O’harty song, and o’harty sea, may my lady and my son find their way to me. When the heart forgives, may my own be set free”

[Wilbur was turned into a statue of stone, thrown into the bottom of the ocean, where his song is only echoed in the dead of night, only faintly heard on the shore of the beach where he raised his kitsune son with his wife. To release him, Fundy and Sally must feel true forgivenness for him and embrace his statue - with a hug or with a kiss. Wilbur abandoned them to advance his music career, is what they tell Dream. However, in actuality, Wilbur was found by people from his younger years, when he, himself, was a dr*g dealer, and ran to protect them] 

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The Younger Middle Child: “A life source for a faux god, the child with golden hair became, accompanied by a crown of red vines - be naught fooled, for recovery is a battle of its own.”

[Tommy was kidnapped by Bad and the Egg cult, and the Egg keeps Tommy alive and feeds off him and his lifeforce. He is frail, broken, and that mischievous child is now just a legend. When Dream saves him, its not over. Tommy is traumatized, terrified of everything[especially of the color red, the color he once loved], and refuses to go anywhere near bedrock - Tommy says its like leaving a prison just to enter another. Dream has to learn to be patient, take things slow, help Tommy with recovery - and that takes time. He wanted to just go find the last kid, but knows that Tommy isn’t going to do anything for him unless he helps. Eventually, Dream eventually warms up to Tommy]

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The Youngest Child: “Of black and white, day and night, the last child lost themselves to an eternal sleep, walking farther and farther from their family.”

[Ranboo is in a constant state of sleepwalking. Dream is outraged about how stupidly vague the hint is, and none of his love interests or the sons know where to go with it. Then, Techno suggests that “maybe Tubbo knows something”. Dream asks who Tubbo is, and Wilbur explains that he’s Tommy’s best friend and was pretty close to Ranboo too. Tommy refuses to visit Tubbo, because he and Tubbo had gotten into a fight before Tommy’s kidnapping, and it was pretty bad. When asked, Tommy says that the fight was about Ranboo, but he couldn’t remember why. Eventually, they convince him *cough* or Techno just carries him *cough* and find Tubbo, with a child named Michael - his and Ranboo’s adopted child. Its revealed that Tubbo and Ranboo got[platonically] married behind everyone’s backs and adopted a child. Tommy found out and he and Tubbo fought because Tommy was pissed that Tubbo married Ranboo a few months after the Angel of Death disappeared, but Tubbo countered it by saying that he and Ranboo were planning on getting married anyways, and they waited until Ranboo was ready. Then, Tommy got kidnapped, Ranboo left, and Tubbo has been trying to find him, but is focused on raising Michael. After arguing, reconciliation, a bit of healing, Tubbo helps everyone find Ranboo, but its Michael who finds Ranboo - cause he snuck away to help. They guide Ranboo back, but its Tommy telling Ranboo that he genuinely approves of their marriage, and wants Ranboo to be happy, that allows Ranboo to come out of his sleepwalking]

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They find the Angel of Death - with Techno’s strength, Wilbur’s determination, Tommy’s curiosity, and Ranboo’s judgement/powers (because Bedrock is a tricky dusty bitch who refuses to let go of Philza, all apart of the prophecy)

Obviously, Philza is rescued, the Eyes of Ender are made, Dream goes to fight the Ender Dragon.

However, before Dream enters the portal, he makes a decision. He does this alone.

He manages to break an eye of ender just as he enters the portal, trapping the others on the otherside, unable to help

After a long and grueling battle, Dream is victorious and his curse is broken. 

By the time the others manage to get another eye of ender, Dream won.

They see the mask on the ground behind Dream, and he turns to face them.

“My name is Clay, by the way.”

[myonepiece]

Could you please do hc's for Perospero, Cracker, n Katakuri's where Luffy takes their wife because he thought she was there against her will n shit but like. Wife happy with them, no forcing necisary. Wife does get back home safe but u know, they need a heart attack once in a while

Perospero, Cracker, Katakuri reaction to Luffy taking his wife

Perospero x Reader, Cracker x Reader, Katakuri x Reader

Description: Luffy takes the character’s wife because he thought she was being held against her will

Warnings: None

A/N: we’re assuming they actually love you and it’s not just a loveless arranged marriage

The word I would use is “flabbergasted”. Perospero is very smart, but as smart as he is he never expected you to be taken, especially by Luffy

He had sent multiple guards to watch you, and clearly they failed. So Perospero kills them because they let Luffy take you, he’s pissed off

He does try to devise a plan, he talk it over with his sibling and Big Mom, but contrary to his usual calmness, he speaks and acts with urgency this time

He constantly irritated and snaps at people, or just extremely passive aggressive 

He’s actually not looking for a way to kill the straw hats or get revenge, he’s only focused on finding them to get you back safely 

He has trouble sleeping, barely gets 10 minutes- he was so used to holding you while he slept 

It’s very hard to focus on anything else, but he’s not really letting anyone focus on anything else until he figures out how to get you. Now you’re lucky it’s Perospero you’re with because being the first born son gets him special treatment from Mama. If it were one of the younger children, they wouldn’t have gotten much help in getting their wife back. But Big Mom and Perospero’s siblings 

When you do come back, either because Perospero took a ship and crew to get you himself/with a sibling or two, or because the Strawhats realized that you weren’t being forced to stay with the Big Mom pirates- Brook, Robin, and Chopper were probably the ones to realize you truly love Perospero

He would hug you immediately then check for any injuries and ask if you’re okay. He basically locks the two of you in his room for affectionate time, ranging from sex to cuddling and kisses

Needless to say he’s a lot more protective, especially during battles- he’ll have you hide or make sure you practically have a whole army protecting you (or one/a few of his younger siblings)

Furious, why the hell weren’t you being protected?! Everyone can feel the anger radiating off him, the atmosphere is extremely tense. His siblings all know to stay away from him because he’s snapping at everyone, or giving them a glare that could quite literally kill them

He spends a bit thinking, then goes to do something himself. He tries to think rationally and keep his calm exterior, but his actions are a bit rash, especially for him

He can’t really compose/organize his thoughts and he becomes a bit clumsy. Overall it just throws him off because he didn’t expect this to happen

Once again, it’s fortunate it’s Katakuri, being the second son means he’ll get help from his family- although he probably won’t take it. He’ll want to get you back by himself and he’ll be more than ready to take a ship alone and get you back

He’ll be off to get you the second day that you don’t return. You have to hold him back and assure him the Strawhats didn’t hurt you unless you want a replay of his fight with Luffy. Just tell him you’re okay and to leave them alone and you want to go home, and Katakuri will have you in the boat and heading back without a second thought

He holds you the entire trip back, and carries you to the doctor once you’re back- no matter how many times you assured him you’re okay. He’ll be similar to Perospero once you’re back, hiding in his room with you. Cuddling and kisses mostly, he has you join him for his merienda that day. That night he stays up later just watching you and appreciating the moment and feeling of having you back in his arms (even if you were only away for 2 days)

Also very protective, he’s usually protective but now he refuses to let you be near a battle unless you have one of his siblings keeping an eye on you, he won’t trust you with any guards because they failed the first time

He’s the one who reacts the worst- angry, sad, scared, insulted, offended, embarrassed. He’s embarrassed that he let you be captured, insulted/offended because he thinks the Strahats think he’s so weak they thought they could take you. He’s sad because he can’t find you now, and scared because he’s worried you’ll get hurt or worse, or that he won’t be able to get you back. Deep down Cracker is a very emotional person and no one can change my mind

He yells a lot and demands help from his siblings and Big Mom, but unfortunately he’s the 10th son so he won’t be as big of a priority as it was with Perospero, but he is a favorite child so that counts for something. Pudding is most likely to be the one who worries the most, seeing as she wants love too- she’s actually the one who wants to help her brothers the most in this scenario

He would’ve gone to get you, but you returned before because you had finally gotten the Strawhats to understand that you were choosing to stay with the Big Mom pirates. He went out and was more than ready to fight Luffy again, but he just had to see you then he was running to make sure you’re okay- you’re his first priority even before revenge

He picks you up and twirls you around while hugging you, he frantically checks you for any injuries- then you have to hold his hand and push him inside before he fights someone

He does get some harsh trash talk in though

Yes he shows you he missed you with sex, but aftercare is lots of cuddles where he promises to never let someone take you again and to do better, to be better for you

[otakusheep15]

SFW Alphabet - Satan

I had a really hard time trying to get Satan’s character right, so I hope I did a good job with this one

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He’s not super affectionate, physical, verbal, or otherwise. Really, that’s just a side-effect of him being born from pure wrath. He simply just can’t express emotions very well. You’ll most likely have to initiate any affection if you want it. However, he does also like when you lay your head on his lap and he reads to you since it doesn’t require much. 

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He’s the mom friend for sure. He helps you with anything you may need from studying to pranks. Of course, he does also make sure you both make it out of any trouble unscathed. I also lowkey see him as the type to carry around random snacks to feed strays he comes across, and he’ll give some to you so that you can also feed the strays. 

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Like I said, affection isn’t his strong suit, so cuddling isn’t really his thing. The closest he’ll get to cuddling is either you two sitting next to each other on the bed/couch or with him sitting up and you laying on his lap. He may also pat your head like you’re a cat. There might also be reading involved if he’s awake enough to read out loud to you. 

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He does like the idea of settling down, but he’s unsure if he really can. Yes, he can do basic household chores like cooking and cleaning, but he feels as though he couldn’t handle the more emotional side of settling down. Doing something like that means you truly love the person you’re with and he’s afraid that he might not have the emotional capacity to feel that strongly about someone. Then you came along and destroyed all of that nonsense. Now he wants nothing more than to drag you away and live out a romance just like in his favorite books. 

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

There would most likely be a lot of yelling. Also lots of things being thrown around in rage. When he’s mad, he’s mad, and a breakup is a great way to get him mad. If he’s the one initiating it, he’ll try to keep a level head, but that solely depends on how the other person reacts. If they’re also calm, then it’ll be pretty civil and respectful, and they might even stay friends after. However, if the other person starts getting mad, that only makes him worse and it does not get better for that other person. 

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Before you? He never even considered the idea. After you? That’s practically all he can think about. You know that one friend we all have that constantly gushes over sappy romance stories and constantly wishes how that could live them out with their partner? Yeah, that’s him. He’ll never admit that out loud though. The only one who actually knows about all of his fantasies are Asmo because he once walked in on him comparing you to this one character from a romance novel he liked (kinda like Levi with his anime). 

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He knows how dangerous he can be. Not only is he a demon, and a powerful at that, but he also the literal embodiment of wrath. Even after years of keeping up his gentlemanly facade, all it takes is the slightest inconvenience to set him off. So he’s extra careful around you. Physically, he tries not to get to close to you, especially when he’s pissed off. Verbally, he tries to watch his language around you because he doesn’t want to hurt you by saying anything mean.  

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

His hugs are extremely rare but surprisingly nice. Since he’s scared he might hurt you by accident, and his lack of need for physical affection, he doesn’t hug you very often. However, they are super relaxing when they do happen. He hugs you just tight enough to keep you pressed to his body, but not so tight that it’s uncomfortable. 

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Out of all the brothers, he one of the last ones to say it. He’s not all the familiar with the concept of love, especially in romantic context. Obviously, he knows how it feels in theory, but he can hardly figure it out in practice. The worst part is that he knows he loves you, but he has no clue how to go about it. When he does finally say it, he seems perfectly calm and collected, but he’s internally screaming the whole time. You’ll never know.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Surprisingly, he’s not one to get jealous easily. One of the benefits of having a poor grasp on emotions maybe? Whatever the case, he always tends to take a more logical approach to things, relationships included. He knows that you’re loyal to him and so he trusts you. If he has any reason to be jealous, then he’ll talk to you and workout any problems or concerns.  

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses can go one of two ways. They can 1) be the softest, most romantic kisses you’ve ever felt in your life, or 2) the most heated and passionate kisses you’ve ever felt in your life. Literally no in between. The former will usually happen during softer moments of bliss. Maybe you two were just in his room and relaxing or in the library studying. The latter only ever happens during more ~spicy~ times *wink wink*. 

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He hates kids. That’s it. He hates them. They’re such a hassle, they need constant supervision and care, and they never shut up. He is a firm believer in children being the worst creatures in all the three realms. 

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He always wakes up first no matter what. He’ll go down to the kitchen and make you a cup of tea, but that’s only when you guys don’t have school. If you do have school, he’ll wake you up as gently as possible and help you get ready. 

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He’ll usually drag you to hs room so that you two can spend the evening reading together. Sometimes you end up sitting next to each other and reading your own books, others you may end up in his lap while he reads to you. You mostly end up falling sleep first, and he’ll follow soon after. 

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

This boy is the definition of closed off. It does not matter how close you are to him or how much he trusts you, he will never tell you anything. Okay, he does tell you some things, but only surface level stuff. If you want the real, honest answers he has, you need to pry them out yourself. 

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Lmao what’s patience? Seriously though, he actually has a decent amount of patience. He trained himself really hard in order o control his anger, so he can actually be pretty chill for the most part. Obviously, he still gets mad all the time, especially with Lucifer, but he does try his best. 

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He’s totally the type to write down facts about you in a secret journal somewhere so that he can reference it later. He has a great memory, but he loves just writing down everything you tell him about yourself just in case he forgets anything. He will never tell you or anyone else about the journal, but if anyone finds out, they will never be heard from again. 

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

He isn’t one to have any particular moment in mind, but he absolutely treasures those quiet moments when you two are alone. No brothers to bother you, plenty of books and snacks, and just each others presence. It’s quiet, calm and peaceful. These moments don’t happen very often due to the chaos around you, so when they do happen it’s special. Just being able to spend time with you is his favorite thing in all three worlds. 

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He is arguably one of the most protective brothers, and that’s saying something. The second someone even hints at hurting you, they’re dead. They just cease to exist. He will not let a single thing harm his precious human, and he’ll do whatever it takes to ensure your safety. He’d even go so far as to get himself in trouble if it means getting you out of it. 

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He’s much more casual than most of his brothers, so he doesn’t see the need in planning over-the-top dates. Obviously, he wants you to be happy no matter what, but he knows he doesn’t need extravagant dates to make that happen. I mean, if you like things like that he’ll certainly try for you, but it’s just not his style. He prefers causal, lowkey dates. Coffee shop dates, going to bookstores together, sitting in his or your room and reading all day, and going out to play with the stray cats are all ideal dates for him. He just knows that, as long as you two are together, everything is already perfect. 

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Obviously, he has some issues he needs to work out. His anger issues are, of course, the main issue, but that also leads into other problems. For example, his daddy issues hatred for Lucifer is something he needs to get sorted out. He also has a hard time expressing his true feelings for fear of letting his anger out as well. Most of his issues are emotional, so he needs a lot of time to work on them. 

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He’s not so much concerned with physical appearance so much as social appearance. he is highly concerned about how he looks to the public. If he needs to look physically appealing in order to keep a good social standing, then he’ll do it. He’s not vain like Asmo or Mammon, but he’d be quick to put more into his appearance if it means he gains something out of it socially. 

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Honestly, he’s felt incomplete since being born, so even with you he doesn’t feel quite complete. You definitely help fill some of that void he has in him, but not even you can fix him completely. If you did leave him, he’d be back at square one, so he needs you to be there in order to make him feel even the slightest bit more whole. 

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

As I stated before, I think he keeps a journal of all of your interests so that he can remember then, but I think it goes deeper than that. I also think he has one for each of his brothers that he keeps on him. Any time one of his brothers mentions something they like, he’ll write it down to keep it for later. That way, if an occasion (birthday, anniversary, etc.) that would require this information would ever arise, he would already have it written down. No one knows about these, and he’ll take this secret to his grave. 

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He refuses to even acknowledge someone without even the slightest bit of academic prowess. If he deems you to be stupid, you’ll never even hear from him again. He also cannot stand people who dislike cats. 

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He has a tendency to move around a lot when he sleeps. No one has any clue as to why, but it’s not really a problem. That is until you two start sleeping together. He either ends up on top of you or kicking you out of the bed. In the morning, he’ll apologize, but it’s not something he can really fix. 

[felswritingfire]

I NEED TAKEMARU DAD HC, TADATOMO AND XOLOTLS WERE SO GOOD

SO, FIRST OF ALL: THANK YOU, DEAR ;0; I'M SO HAPPY YOU ENJOYED THEM-

AND SECONDLY: Y'all- this has been fucking sitting as a WIP in my google docs for so fucking long- I have so many others too. Like, Claude, Zab, Jacob- ALL THE TEACHERS ARE IN THERE- Hakuman, Durga, Babylon- uuuuuuhhh, fuuuuckiiiiin' TANGAROA. HOMBRE'S IN THERE AND TETSU AND NOMAD-

FUck- I just, there's a lot fjsdlkjlskdjs

ANYWAY! Under the cut for length because this- ah,,,, this is a big boy-

THIS DUDE HAS BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT FOR ALL HIS LIFE- HE’S SO READY TO START A FAMILY WITH YOU

You two planned this out- like, in depth have planned this out because first of all, the dude made it very clear, in the beginning of your relationship, that he was in it for the long haul and he wanted a family with you, like, a horde of children. But after he made your guys’ house and you two established yourselves first

Which, spoiler, you both did all that, so now it’s either baby making time or adoption time

You guys probably end up with a huge ass family, and I’m not joking when I say that, because five children is big. But you know what, that’s better than the 15 (especially if you have to birth that many- like, oof) he was trying to sell you on tbh

Like, shit- this man wore a suit and made a powerpoint to try and convince you why 15 was the golden number, to which you responded that you’d like to have a retirement one day. He couldn’t really fight you there

But your kiddos end up being an oldest girl and the rest boys- which he loves his girl so much, she tries her hardest to keep the boys in line

WHICH WORKS TO VARYING DEGREES TBH

She’s so soft spoken and shy and they’re all… rough and tumble little gremlins

Speaking of the babies, she’s probably older than the youngest by five years; the oldest boy is a year younger than her; the second oldest boy is two years younger than him; and from there, you had the third boy a year from the second and finally the fourth boy a year from the third- (I had to literally do math to make sure I was right on that jsl;kfdjdfslk)

ANYWAY

You’re guys’ baby girl??? Absolute angel, but she had a lot of anxiety as a baby so she had to be held by one of you guys or she would whimper and cry- not even a loud cry, but a heart broken one??? It just- UGH-

The first time Takemaru heard her whimper, he just about sobbed with her- it really didn’t help that she was trying to get out of the blanket she was swaddled in, so she was rocking back and forth on her back, so he could see her little fingers push and pull at the fabric- he forgot all about the bottle he was trying to make for her and picked her up and held her so close in his hands-

He was wide-eyed and terrified he was going to break her as he just held her, but he didn’t and her sniffles died down and she sighed against his neck (he really cried there- but you never heard that shhh)

Kurogane became the favorite uncle when he gave you guys a personalized baby carrier for a little get together to celebrate her birth (they have one for all of the babies too!)

You and Kuro just about jumped when Take wrapped his arms around the man in near tears

But then the title was revoked and presented to Heph instead because the man hand sewed this little stuffed pegasus, his fingers all bandaged and he had this nervous smile on his face as he handed it to your little girl, who LAUGHED AND MADE GRABBY HANDS FOR IT???? When I say that you’ve never seen Takemaru shove a man away and bring another one into a hug so fast (Heph looked fucking constipated as soon as the impact happened- you almost cackled at the pure offence on his face)- you mean it

Kurogane was sprawled on the floor staring blankly at the ceiling until you went up and asked him if he was alright; his reply was raising his fist and declaring “This is war!”

And thus, the story of how your baby girl ended up with a horde of plushies, that she refuses to get rid of to this day began

You have yet to tell them that her favorite uncle is actually Amatsumara- you guys can rest assured that he is the go to babysitter for her because she clings just as hard to him as she does to you guys (no, you two aren’t a little jealous, what makes you think that-)

When you’re first boy is born- you two are not prepared for the mass chaos that is held in his little body- he is an absolute gremlin

You don’t even know how- Takemaru blames you; you are offended

He’s such a needy baby and he cries constantly- and then he laughs when he knocks something out of one of your guys’ hands

You two love him to death- you swear

His sissy tries to help since you two keep her right next to you when your tending to your little boy- always giving her head pats or nodding along when she softly coo about something- but, there’s only so much a one year old can do to help

But she really tries her hardest

It’s easier for all three of you when the next boy comes along because he’s exactly like your oldest boy was and your girl has aged a little bit so she can do a tad bit more than when she was younger- not much, but still

Though your oldest boy brings his own bouts of problems to the table too because boy does he want to see how bouncy his brother is

You and Takemaru both dived to keep your oldest boy from using his little brother as a literal baby trampoline. Suffice to say, he got in trouble

By the time the last two are born/come in, you guys are basically baby experts- like, hot damn, you guys got everything lined up with zero hesitation and can read the boys like a damn book

You guys immediately know what they need/want without them even uttering a cry; your daughter has also picked up this skill and she takes care of the other two toddlers too, which helps you guys a whole bunch

Oh! Oh! You’re little girl really likes holding her baby brother- like, really likes to hold him and can hold him for hours on end

She’s very attached to him and Takemaru lives for it tbh

Though she loves all her brothers and her brothers all really love her too

When the boys are all toddler aged, they will literally work together to keep Takemaru from going to work by ganging up on him and clinging to his legs; little do they know is that their papa doesn’t have tree trunk legs for nothing- so he just walks, albeit with the funniest gait because of the four children clinging to both of his legs, and just goes about his morning until he gets to the door where he begins to pull them off with one hand and lift them up so he could plant a big ol’ kiss on their forehead and tell them that he loves them and he’ll see them when he gets home; the boys are all squealing in delight when this happens. You’re daughter will trail behind the fiasco while holding your hand and he’ll always hold open his arms for you and her to rush into his arms and hug him- and so he can also give you two forehead smooches uwu

When you guys need babysitters literally the Crafters are all for it, though Heph is a little nervous about it, but Talos is literally raring to go! He fucking loves kids!

Your girl loves Amatsu, as mentioned before; your oldest boy LOVES Musashi, they get into so much trouble together, though they both calmed down a bit after your little girl almost got hit in the head with a rock and Amatsu about hung them from their toes; your second and third oldest love watching Kurogane work, like, they will actively be asking him questions at rapid fire speed. It’s honestly amazing how he keeps up with their questions while he’s tinkering with whatever he project he’s working on this week; your youngest one is fascinated with Heph himself, he’ll always seek him out, usually hobbling to Talos and asking him if he could hang out with them and Talos is always quick to say yes. At first, Heph was really nervous about having him there but over time he started to get used to his presence (and this is technically his little brother right? He has to be nice to him!) and now he sits him on his lap so he can see what Heph is doing and he’ll even let him help with the smaller stuff in the project. It’s most likely gonna be with something harmless, like a little toy robot lion tbh

Sometimes they don’t want to give them back tbh

Takemaru almost threw hands with Musashi because he hid your oldest and refused to tell you guys where he was because “you aren’t taking away our little buddy, old chap!” Turns out you kiddo was just taking a nap inside of one of Musashi’s napping nooks-

By the time their tween years role around, the boys are bouncing off the walls and your little girl is trying so fucking hard to keep them under control

You swear you guys have white hairs from the boys specifically because your third oldest came

running in with his whole hand stuck in the pickle jar- you don’t even know how?????? Takemaru literally had to break it open because he couldn’t pull your kid’s damn hand out of the jar

Oml, puberty is a trip, especially when it happened to your oldest boy: you come into the living just to see your him sitting and staring at the fire in the fireplace, looking like he saw something horrific and so, like the good mama/papa/nano you are, you come and put a comforting hand on his shoulder and ask: “honey, what’s wrong?”

To which this little shit replies in the most distraught voice: “My balls look like moss balls.”

You sit, blinked, and had to let it sink in with what he meant, when you heard a horrified gasp from behind you and you turned to see your husband covering your daughter's ears. “WE DON’T TALK ABOUT THOSE THINGS IN FRONT OF THE LADY/LADIES, YOUNG MAN.”

“BUT THEY DO, DAD! IT’S TERRIBLE- THEY’RE SO ITCHY-”

You had drowned out the conversation by that point and from the look on your daughters face- she has too

Your other three are much more… calm? About the whole ordeal; at the very least they’re not loud like their older brother is about it

Your daughter is the chillest with it, she reads a lot of books so she kinda pieced together what was happening of her own accord

The boys all cackle together when their voices crack and have made a whole game about who’s voice could crack the most

They all like to tinker with things thanks to Takemaru and the other Crafters influences! Your daughter is into intricate things, like limbs and the likes; your oldest son is into metal work, especially with swords; your second and third are both really interested in making little rockets; and your youngest is fascinated with robots because Talos and Orihime are so cool?????? Oml???

So you two got a horde of brainiacs and you’re so proud of them

By the time they’re in high school, your daughter is already wracking up scholarships for her little inventions and essays on her observations. Your boys are taking it a bit more slowly than their sister is, but that doesn’t meant that your oldest boy isn’t selling his metal works for a good price, and your two middle sons are already piecing together a little shop of their own (with dad’s help- Take’s pretty good with money and budgeting), and you’re youngest has really been brushing up on robotics! He studies under Uncle Heph and Uncle Talos and it’s super fucking cute??????

Heph is suprisingly good at teaching (despite him swearing that he’s not) and your little boy just soaks up the information like a fucking sponge.

One thing that they all do together is ask Takemaru how to build things and work with wood and carpentry- you can bet your ass he shows them all the ropes of how to make a home. He even goes over electrical and plumbing work with them. You have so many videos and pictures of them working together and just learning by Takemaru’s example- it makes your heart swell with happiness and love.

God forbid your daughter ever gets a significant other because they have Takemaru, her three brothers, and the entirety of the Crafters (and you if you're an overprotective parent) to watch out for.

They get five different shovel talks in a span of three minutes. But, ultimately, she’s not dumb with her choices in partners, so they’re most likely good people. And you can rest easy with that knowledge.

When they graduate, there’s tears for each of their graduations. Takemaru pulls them into bone crushing hugs and blubbers about how broad he is of them and how they’ll still always be his little Onis (regardless of if they’re actually Onis or not). Your girl straight up sobs and hugs her dad back, her brothers piling in the group hug, crying just as hard. Your oldest boy is in hysterics when he graduates, and your last two boys tackle their papa in a hug and they go tumbling to the ground laughing and crying.

They don’t leave right away after high school and instead, all of them find a college/trade school close enough for them to go to and fro without having to leave the nest yet- which Takemaru has no issue with, he’s very much a tight-knit family type of man.

Having a family with Takemaru is the most domestic and tooth rotting sweetness you can ever ask for. And, at the end of the day, he’s just so grateful that you were willing to go on this journey with him.

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[anntoldst0ries]

Alan x Naveen's friendship - headcanon

I absolutely adore both Alan & Naveen. Since they are two men closest to Dr Ramsey's stubborn heart, I always imagined them being quite close friends. And this is a story of how (in my head) it all happened!

Once upon a time, in a typical American household in Providence, RI, lived a young boy who decided to embark on his own path and carve a future for himself, far from what others would expect from him.

Hesitating between a career as a detective and a doctor, he decided to go for the latter, because he saw himself doing more good as a physician.

During his time in JH School of Medicine, he came across some volumes published by none other than Dr Naveen Banerji.

He read them all and was hooked.

Dr Banerji’s research inspired young Ethan to pursue diagnostics as his specialization; he also saw himself joining Dr Banerji’s world famous Diagnostics Team.

In his residency application, Dr Ethan Ramsey ranked Edenbrook Hospital in Boston first on the list.

Naveen personally chose him for the residency, but Ethan only found out after joining the DT as a permanent member.

One of the things Ethan has always admired about Naveen most was how he balanced kindness and compassion with being a very demanding teacher; it was something he struggled to find in himself.

Naveen encouraged Ethan to find his own style as a doctor, which he eventually did.

The interns & co-workers called his style ‘Nightmare from Blossom Street’ * - some people dreamed about Dr Terminator and were terrified Ethan would literally find them in their sleep.

Ethan & Naveen bonded over their exceptional standards of patient care, Ethan also found a father figure in Naveen, who pushed him beyond his limits.

Alan & Naveen ‘officially’ met after Ethan’s passed board exam celebrations.

After 10 minutes spent together, they were acting like besties who have known each other for ages.

Despite coming from two different worlds and having vastly distinct life experiences, the two clicked really fast.

Both men share a number of interests: card games, books, bowling… but their favourite one is constantly teasing Ethan.

When they joined forces against him, Ethan knew he made a mistake introducing them and worse, he knew there is nothing he can do to reverse it.

Whenever Alan, Naveen and “their boy” are in the same room, Ethan’s nose is always very sore for he pinches it every other minute in frustration.

Before he met Naveen, Alan used to be a little jealous of the way Ethan always spoke of his mentor.

After learning Naveen never wed and had no children of his own, Alan was actually very proud of his son for becoming ‘the closest thing to family he’s ever had’, as said by Dr Banerji.

Alan could sleep more peacefully knowing Naveen has an eye on Ethan.

He also knew Naveen can talk some sense into Ethan whenever necessary and out of respect for his mentor, Ethan will lower his head, mutter something under his nose but in the end he will listen.

Sometimes, when he looked at the two, Ethan couldn’t shake the feeling that although his mother left him, fate gave him another father instead. But he’d never say it out loud.

Unbeknownst to Ethan, Alan & Naveen have been fervently discussing the appearance of go-getting Dr Valentine in his life.

When Naveen fell sick, Alan was one of the first people who found out and it hit him really hard, but he supported him as best as he could.

One day, after Ethan and Noelle left his secret patient room, Naveen texted Alan: “I have to get better so I can dance at our boy’s wedding. I need a bit more time to confirm, but I think he’s found his future wife.”

At first, Alan thought his poor friend is suffering from fever or that his condition suddenly worsened; but Naveen assured him he’s not felt better in weeks. The sudden prospect of starting the hottest hospital rumour mill in a decade reinvigorated him.

When it was her who found the cure, they both considered it a sign.

It wasn’t 5 minutes after Alan met Noelle that he texted Naveen: “She’s a keeper. We better visit the tailor to have our tuxedos made on time.”

During Elle’s time in the contaminated room, Alan and Naveen were heartbroken for Ethan & Noelle. They promised each other that if she survives this, they will lock them both in a room (without any toxic substances) and hold them captive until they both confess their feelings.

Fortunately, there was no need as the life or death experience shook Ethan to his core.

Ever since, they’ve started noticing changes in him; Ethan was becoming softer, got frustrated a lot less than before and even smiled from time to time.

After Noelle passed her board exams, she invited Alan and Naveen for a celebration dinner, which obviously opened a floodgate of memories.

Both quite tipsy, Alan and Naveen started reminiscing about Ethan’s obsession with Naveen years ago.

Ethan didn’t even have to look at Elle; he knew exactly what she was going to say before she even opened her mouth. Safe to say, he wasn’t very happy about this.

“That’s interesting” - she said charmingly - “I was under the impression you find the idolatry among physicians absurd, Ethan.”

Alan, Naveen and Elle looked at each other before bursting out in laughter. Ethan ended this evening with a sore nose, again.

When Ethan asked for their help with choosing an engagement ring some time later, he found it weird that both took the information very calmly.

Little did he know that after he told Naveen and left his office, his mentor called Alan and they had their fair share of screams and victory dances then.

During Ethan & Noelle’s wedding (half of which they spent crying, the other half - drinking quite a lot) Alan and Naveen came clean about everything.

To their surprise, Ethan wrapped them in a tight hug and said "Thank you."

Their fledgling daughter-in-law winked and mouthed "I knew it."

On the day their first granddaughter was born, Alan and Naveen were in the hospital, awaiting the happy news in anticipation.

Instead of sitting on uncomfortable hospital chairs, they spent this time in the comfort of Naveen’s office.

By the time Ethan popped by to announce the birth of his daughter and invite them to meet the little girl, the two grandfathers have had her whole life planned, down to the minute.

Through trial and error, Alan and Naveen taught themselves how to use Pictagram so they could stalk Ethan and later to also post gazillion pictures of their grandchildren; they are now more proficient in using it than Dr Ramsey, which is the only reason why Ethan hasn’t blocked them yet

* reference to “Nightmare from Elm Street” movie series + Blossom Street is an actual street in Boston (where Massachusetts General Hospital is located)

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[avenging-fandoms]

NO i just had a kinda cute idea...., since cevans doesn't have kids... like imagine having a kid but your partner leaves you but like chris kinda comes in and helps you out constantly when he's not working and you see how good he is with kids you kinda start to fall for him (or realise you have feelings bc look at that man) and he literally helps you with anything when it comes to that kid 😭

you sat with your head in your hands, tears falling down your cheeks and onto the floor. andrea laid in her bouncer as she slept quietly, stirring and whimpering occasionally. he was gone, he decided he didn’t want to be a father anymore. after 3 months, he couldn’t take it anymore, and it broke you. 

james told you he was leaving the apartment to you, and leaving you with full custody, but it’s not what you wanted. you wanted him to father his daughter, not leave her behind. 

your fingers hovered over your keyboard, typing in chris’s name and glancing at the time, 1:12am. would he be up? it was worth a try. you held the phone to your ear, whispering, ‘pick up, pick up, pick up’ over and over, and wanted to cry when you heard his voice. “yn? it’s late, are you okay?”

“w-were you sleeping?” chris didn’t need to ask any other questions when he heard the pain in your voice. 

“i’m on my way” chris hung up your phone and quickly got dressed, grabbing his keys and rushing out his door. chris tried not to go 100 in a 40, but he had hoped to never hear your voice like that ever. chris pulled into the parking lot of your apartment complex, rushing up the stairs and softly knocked, knowing andrea might be sleepy. 

you open the door, and it was chris’s worse nightmare. you fell into his body and he held you tightly, rubbing your back and swaying slowly. he softly closes the door so he didn’t wake your sleeping baby. “h-he just left, chris. he’s giving up his custody” you sob, not being able to breathe. he sat you two on the couch, petting your hair as he gritted his teeth. “i can’t do this on my own”

“and you won’t have to, yn. i am 15 minutes away. or.. you know.. you could move in with me” you look at him, sniffling. “it’s just a thought, it’s up in the air. i just want you to know i am and always will be here for you and her” you sob again, hugging him tightly.

“i would be nothing without you, chris” you whisper, wiping your cheeks. he smiled, kissing your cheek and staying quiet as he rubbed your side, the only sounds heard were andrea’s whimpers and your sniffles. soon you feel asleep to chris’s kind touch, chris carrying you to the bedroom. he didn’t have to change you because you were already in your sweats, going back into the living room. 

chris closed the door softly, heading into the living room and smiling as he saw andrea start to wake up. “hey sweet pea, remember me?” he picked her up and she started to freak out, but then relaxed in his arm, remembering who he was. he gave her her binkie, heading into the kitchen and making her a bottle. he was one of the first people to ever hold her, and for 2 months, he didn’t see her. it hurt him, but he knew you were busy being a mom. 

as he sat down on the couch feeding andrea, chris looked at her and wondered how anyone would just leave their daughter, and their beautiful girlfriend. he was angry, but there was nothing he could do. 

you moved into chris’s house as andrea was just shy of 4 months. you were doing okay on your own, until you weren’t. chris was immediate to helping you move, happy to be letting you into his home. 

“are you sure this isn’t-”

“yn” he held your face and looked into his eyes, your stomach flipping as his face was close to yours. “i told you the day that little girl was born, that i would help you anyway i could. and i’m keeping that promise until the day i die. you can stay here as long as you want, i won’t ever kick you out, or abandon you like that fucking asshole did” you nod and he wipes your tear, kissing your cheek. “come on, let’s get started on her nursery, hm?”

“chris, no, you don’t-”

“yn, i don’t use that room, and if you two are going to be staying her, i want her to have her own room. she’s sleeping in ou- my room right now, baby monitor is right there. come paint” he smiled and held out his hand, and you couldn’t resist that smile. you bit your lip and took his hand, following him to the new nursery. 

chris worked day and night on her nursery, and was so happy to show you the finished product. “do i have to close my eyes?” you ask and he nods softly. 

“yeah, actually no. i’ll just go in, close the door and countdown and open the door” you laugh and nod, bouncing andrea in your arms. chris walked into her nursery and you heard, ‘okay!’

you shake your head with a smile and stand in front of the door, knocking. he opened it and you wanted to cry right then and there. it was a soft gray with a soft cotton candy pink accent around the walls. the furniture was white, and she had a little closet. chris build her crib, her dresser, as well as a little book shelf with books you both loved as children. 

“chris..” you cry, wiping your eyes. “i love you, chris, thank you” he hugs you and rubs your back, kissing your forehead. 

“no more tears, okay?”

“they’re happy!” you smile and he laughs, taking a happy andrea from your arms and holding her in the air, a big smile on both of their faces. you take photos and videos, but you couldn’t help but watch chris. he brought her down carefully and kissed her cheek, pushing her back up and laughing at her giggle. “i’m happy” you whisper, rubbing your arm. 

-

“one year. she’s one tomorrow” you shook your head and fell back against chris’s bed. “how did time go so fast?” you ask into space, chris coming out of the bathroom and sitting next to your head. 

“i don’t know, but i’m..” chris looked away and sniffled, wiping his mouth. you sat up and looked at him, his eyes red and filling with tears. “i’m really happy you let me watch her grow up in our house”

“you helped her grow up, chris, you are her family, and the both of us are forever grateful for you and dodge” he smiles and you hold his face, swiping your thumb over his beard. “i can never tell you how thankful i am for this, chris. you saved my life, and you saved hers”

the next day chris helped decorate his house from top to bottom, running around and getting the cake, pizza and ice cream. you got andrea all dressed, kissing her over and over and smiling as she giggles. “well good morning birthday girl!” chris said excitedly, and andrea smiled, holding up her arms. 

“dada!” she said excitedly and chris nearly let the pizza fall out of his hands, your mouth falling open. 

“d-did she just c-call me..?” you smile and nod, chris bending down and holding out his hands. “come on, you can do it, come on!” chris cheered her on as she walked across the floor, you close behind so she didn’t fall. she made it to chris, and he hugged her tight. “yn if you’re not okay with-”

“no no, i’m perfectly okay with it, i just can’t believe she said her first word” you go over and hug them both, looking at chris and kissing him. you pull away quickly, immediately apologizing. “i’m so sorry i d-”

“do it again” he smiled, your hand on his chest and you stood on your tippy toes and kissed him again. “sorry birthday girl, dodge!” the dog came running over, chris setting the both of them on the carpet in the living room. chris jogged over to you, holding your face and kissing you passionately. “i’ve been..wanting to..kiss you..ever since..you moved it” he mumbled in between kisses, making you laugh. “i love you, like.. love love you”

“i love love you too, chris” 

the day was filled with happiness, your family and chris’s family coming over to celebrate. over the time you and chris lived with each other, your families started to get close, and you loved it for andrea. 

you and chris stood on either side of andrea, blowing out her candles and kissing her cheeks. she smiled and everyone cheered and took pictures, you putting a little frosting on her nose, chris swiping it on yours and you swiped it on his.

andrea fell asleep shortly after her bath, and you put her in her room. you tie up your hair and head into chris’s bedroom. you stole a pair of his boxers and a shirt, sitting on his bed. “babe? before you fall asleep, i have a gift for you”

“a gift for me?” you asked confusingly, chris sitting next to you and nervously handing you a binder. you open it, gasping and smiling as you saw a picture of you, chris and andrea in the hospital room a couple days after she was born. “i’m really happy that you were one of the first people to see us, you helped me so much through that pregnancy”

“me too” he smiled, kissing you quickly. you continued to flip through the book, crying at how you watched her grow up in pictures. you reached the end of the book and it was a picture of the three of you at the beach, happy. 

“i love that, thank you, chris” you kiss him and he hums. you set the binder down, hopping up. “andrea wanted me to give you a gift as well” you smile and sneakily set up your phone, grabbing the box and handing it to him. you sat next to him and nervously bit your nail as you watched him open it, unfolding the paper. 

“yn..” his lip quivered and you laugh, wiping under your eyes. “y-you’re serious?” you nodded, holding his face. his hand held your wrist, unable to control his sobs. “you really want me to adopt her?”

“yes, chris. you..” you held his face, rubbing your nose against his. “you are her father through and through. you have been there for every milestone, you were one of her milestones. and i would love if you were legally her father” you both were sobbing at this point, chris kissing you over and over. 

“yes, yes, a million times yes” he answered and you straddle his waist, hugging your arms tightly around his neck. his arms tighten around your back, rubbing it slowly. “i love you”

“i love you, chris” you whisper, kissing him sweetly. “and i love the father you are to andrea”

“you are one hell of a mother, yn, and i’m so beyond proud of you for hitting every curve ball life throws at you” he whispers and you smile, kissing him slowly as the both of you slowly fall back against the bed. 

[prismatales]

Hi there the writings are amazing. Can I pretty please have another nighteye one where we just see him as a doting dad before his death with him being that amazing dad. Like just fluffy goodness. Thank you again X

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑺𝒊𝒓 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒚𝒆

Word Count: 1.2k

Category: Fluff.

Content/Warnings: Just a tiny pinch of angst, No beta read, Nighteye's partner is left ambiguous.

It feels good to catch up with my askbox for once lol. Hope you guys enjoy it ❤.

This man, I repeat...This man has been wrapped around his little girl’s finger since the moment she was born.

He had been away on a mission alongside All-Might a few days before the birth. So he spent the whole time being such a nervous wreck that it almost ended up with All-Might giving him a “Carolina slap” in order to calm him down.

As soon as the mission was over and they were on their way home, Sasaki received a call from the hospital, telling him that the labor had started earlier than the due date and his child would be born soon.

It’s a unique sign for everyone around, to see someone as calm and collected as Sir Nighteye turning into an anxious mess. Literally vibrating in anxiety and paranoia at the idea of something going wrong during the birth while he’s not around.

And as soon as he steps out of the train, Sasaki’s already making his way towards the hospital, unable to think about anything else but getting there as soon as possible for his family.

When he finally arrives at the hospital, disheveled as if he had run a marathon. The first thing he does is rush towards the receptionist and ask for his partner’s room. Completely ignoring a doctor’s shout not to run in the halls as he makes way to the assigned room.

Once he finds said room, he nearly kicks the door down out of panic, and immediately freezes on the spot at the sight in front of him. There’s a pink bundle in his spouse’s arms that won’t stop wiggling and cooing at them.

With shaky steps, he approaches the two of them, being welcomed with a huge smile and a kiss before turning his attention towards the little being cradled in his lover’s arms. A little newborn with the perfect combination of their parent’s traits keeps yawning widely before shoving a tiny fist in their mouth.

“Here, you should hold her.” His eyes go wide open as soon as he hears those words...A girl? He had a daughter? A little girl…?

There’s no wasted time as the small newborn is carefully handed to him with instructions to support her tiny head full of hair, which he meticulously did.

As he observed every single thing, every single detail about the little girl looking at him with eyes full of curiosity, almost like she already knew who was the man holding her. In that moment, Mirai Sasaki was instantly wrapped around his daughter’s finger.

On one occasion, his spouse asked if he’s ever been tempted to use his quirk on their daughter in order to see what awaits her in the future. But as tempting as it is sometimes, he refuses to do so for a simple reason; Because he would rather leave every moment of her daughter’s life as a surprise.

However, there was this time he was close to doing it, after she got sick to the point of having to be hospitalized when she was two years old. A severe case of pneumonia that had both Sasaki and his spouse worried out of their minds.

He refused to leave his child’s side, even All-Might himself told him to take as much time as he needed to take care of the little girl. 

Once his child was finally out of danger, Sasaki refused to leave her side for an entire month, worried and terrified at the thought of losing her.

He’s never missed a single thing concerning his child. Learning to crawl? He was there. First steps? He was the one she walked to that time. Her first words? Well, she actually called out for the other parent. Sasaki kept sulking for three days after that...

An important part of this man’s daily routine is saying goodbye to his spouse and his daughter with a hug and a kiss, resisting the urge to take her to work whenever she starts whining, pouting and leaning over while making grabby hands at him.

But he always makes up for this once he’s back, and the small toddler is sprinting her way towards him with a huge, toothy smile and a loud, gleeful squeal as soon as she hears her father say “I’m home!”.

Everyone at his agency always makes jokes about asking their support agency for an armored baby carrier so Nighteye can bring his child to work...The email with the request has never been sent after he got the stink eye from his spouse.

There’s a running bet at the agency. Will Sir Nighteye arrive with his regular hairstyle or covered in ribbons and glitter after a beaty session with his daughter? You never know which one it’ll be, but during those days he comes looking like the human version of pinkie pie, Miss joke constantly sends him an invitation to team-up.

The day his daughter started kindergarten was a nightmare...at least for Sasaki.

For a little girl that would cling to her father 24/7, she’s awfully calm during her first day of school. Waving goodbye to her parents through the other side of the gate. Her parents however, are making an effort not to weep in front of the other parents as their princess is already making friends with the other children.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go home, princess?” “Yes! Now go save people!”

Did she cry after her parents left? Not at all. Her parents were both pleased and disappointed.

“...What if she doesn’t love her daddy anymore?” “Sasaki, I’ve never seen a child who loves their father more than our daughter.” “But what if--”

His partner was already threatening to call All-Might, ready to ask the hero and ask him to smack his sidekick all over again, that made him shut up in an instant.

He never, I repeat...never misses anything concerning his daughter’s school. A school fair? He’s more than ready to help her out with her project. School play? He’ll be in the first row. and on the rare occasion he’s unable to attend, either his spouse or another sidekick will be there to film the whole thing.

Graduation day? He made sure the camera charged overnight and left it near the keys so he wouldn’t forget it….he also took an additional battery just in case. Every single minute from the moment her class is standing at the front to the moment the teachers handle the diplomas are recorded in HD.

Whatever she decides to do with her future, Sasaki will respect her decision and support her in every step of the way...But that doesn’t mean he’s not worried out of his mind if she decides to go into UA’s hero course. 

That night after dinner the memory of his former mentor won’t stop haunting him, even morphing into some twisted perspective where it’s not All-Might, but his little girl who’s lying in that cold, dark room.

He’s close, so close to forbid her from joining the hero course, let alone allow her to attend UA at all or any hero school...but then again, he knows it’s not fair to forbid her from doing what she loves just because he’s scared of losing his only child.

So, although hesitant, he’ll still support her decision in every step of her career...With one condition…

“Promise me you’ll join your father’s agency after graduating…" “Bold of you to assume I wouldn’t, dad.”

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[josiecarioca]

Waiting (one-shot)

Requested by @artisticreptilequeen and @latitsoso

Summary: Soren Snape has chosen a lonely path for himself that not even his closest friend can help him walk. 

(Soren Snape x Audrey Blake, characters mentioned: Severus Snape,Evelyn Black and Eloise Snape)

Also available on Ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/30010311

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     …

“Soren, are you alive?”

Soren opened his eyes and looked around, searching for that familiar voice. He didn't know the place around him. It looked nice enough, though. A small livingroom, with teal colored walls covered in classic movie posters and a moon themed tapestry hanging next to a tall bookcase, loads of colorful cushions and, in front of him, a square coffe table with food and cooking themed hardcovers and a notebook filled with a round and small handwritting he knew all too well. He found himself laying on a soft white couch, “Golden Girls” was playning on the TV in front of him.

He sat up, feeling as if the room was moving around him like a ship in open sea. His clothes were sticking to him, tight and uncomfortable and his mouth was so dry he felt a bitter taste in his tongue. He didn´t remember drinking any water since right after curtain call.

Soren heard the sound of something frying, before the smell hit him. His stomach growled. He couldn't remember when he had last eaten anything that day.

“You´re getting glitter all over my couch.” that voice...Soren shook his head, suddenly angry at himself. How had he ended up here of all places? Idiot!

“Audrey, I...” he called out but his head felt like it just about split in two when he raised his voice. “I mean...how did I...”

“Here...” the voice approached. He looked up and there she was. Audrey, in a dusty pink turtleneck wool dress that hugged her plump figure, black leggings and boots, her blond hair pulled back in a ponytail, with thick bangs framing her roud, dollish face. She looked like she was either going to a date or  coming back home from one when he, at least he assumed, crashed-landed at her door.

She held a plate in front of his face and it smelled something like heaven is supposed to smell.

“This is what you eat when you're flat on your arse drunk, if I recall correctly. Rashers, eggs benedict and your mother's cheddar, chive and potato pancakes. Right?”

“You...know how to make mam´s pancakes? ” he smiled, hoping foolishly that small talk would delay the earfull he was about to get. “She never gave anybody this recipe. Not even my cousins.”

“I lived with your parents for a whole year remember? I've seen auntie Lyn make this more times than I can count.”

Even though he felt like somebody had taken an axe to his skull and split it clean in two, Soren had to smile.

“Thank you. You didn't have to.”

“I sort of did have to, though” she let out, sounding tired “I found you laying on my doorstep, looking healf dead. Trust me, I was tempted to just walk around you and leave you there, but then what would I say next time I visit your parents? Besides, my landlord and neighbours wouldn't be too happy. Here, you´re going to need this. You must be dehydrated.”

She put a gallon of water on the table in fronto of him. Soren shugged nearly half of it before he could even begin to think about eating.

“Now, pray tell...what has gotten into you?” she crossed her arms and stood before him, looking far taller than her 5 feet, maybe 5'3 including the boots. Soren looked at her, pleased to notice she had put on weight. She looked like her normal self again, he thought. Last time he'd seen her she looked gaunt, almost.

“What do you mean?”

“What do I mean? Is it a normal occurence for you to prance about town drunk off you mind and pass out in front of people´s doors dressed like Beetlejuice and Dr. Frank'n'Furter's lovechild?”

“Oh, this!” Soren looked down at himself, finally remembering...

The effin' costume. Yeah, she was right. Her neighbours wouldn't be none too pleased to see a 6´2  man in full make-up wearing a leather corset-garter combo with stockings and high heels under a stripped trenchcoat passed out drunk in the hallway.

“I was...working.”

“Working? Is this an honest-to-God opera costume, or the Ministry for Magic had you go undercover in a fetish brothel?”

“Costume. The Ministry doesn´t usually have me dress up nice and sexy  when they want to get me fucked. Hardly pay me as well as they should for it either.”

“What opera are you in this time around?”

“Orphée aux enfers...Our director decided to give the  Kosky version a run for its money, so of course genderfuck drag was the way to go. Because why the fuck not? ”

“We're just going to pretend like you didn't love the idea...” she smirked. That was good...he hoped.

“Well, yeah, we decided to have a few drinks after the performance, and Henri thought it would be hilarious to just go out partying in full costume.”

“Who?”

“Henri Fournier...he played Orpheus”

“Of course...” Audrey, sighed, no longer amused.

“He's a riot, you should meet him.” Stop digging, Soren. She´s already mad at you, no need to act like a bufoon.

“And you should shower and change.”

“I´m afraid I don't have anything to change into...Unless, what's his name, your...”

“Ethan, his name is Ethan.”

“Yeah, him, unless he doesn´t mind me borrowing his things...”

“I´ll see if he left something here...”

“Left...I thought you two were...”

“He moved out.”

“When was that? Last we talked you we...”

“Come on, finish eating go have a shower, I'll find something for you to wear.”

“Hey, Shortcake, I...” He let out without even thinking. It had been so long since he last called her that, years maybe, but somehow it just poured from his lips.

“Don't...call me that.”

“I'm sorry...I really am. About this whole thing as well, I really don't know how I ended up at your door, I would never...”

“You don't have to apologize. Just eat, take your shower and...” she sighed “...we´ll see.”

…

Soren was tripping over himself so badly Audrey had half a mind to offer help. But eventually he got himself to the bathroom. She glued her ear to the door, half expecting to hear him collapse inside. The sound of the water running reassured her enough to step away and try to find something for him to wear, hoping Ethan had forgotten at least a pair of shorts or something.

Typical Soren to put her in this situation without even thinking. He never did think, did he?  Just did whatever he wanted to do and everything else be damned. Nevermind that his parents were constantly worried sick about him, that his sister had to keep calling him to remind him he had a family and he should go see them sometime. Audrey was almost sure neither his father nor his mother knew what he was up to.

That he was spying for the. ministry.

His father would never allow it.

Audrey had been only a spectator, entirely foreign to their world of magic and wars no one of her kind was supposed to know, but she knew well enough, apparently even better than Soren, that it was a disastrous idea for the son of Severus Snape to be a spy. To collect inteligence about the very same criminals who still had a reward out for his father's head. Soren was born with a target on his back. Even as a child, Death Eaters had tried to get to him, the same with his sister, Eloise. And why wouldn't they? What better revenge on the man who brought down their leader than to harm his children? Audrey knew from hearing whispers and bits and pieces of conversations when she had lived with his parents in Glencoe, right after deciding to go no contact with her mother. She knew from what Eloise told her, in a vain, desperate attempt to get her to help knock some sense into her brother.

But Audrey also knew there was nobody on earth who could keep Soren from doing what he wanted. Sometimes she was tempted to tell Severus and Evelyn what he was doing behind their back. If they knew...They thought Soren was travelling around the world singing. A successful baritone, touring Salzburg, Paris, New York, Lord knew where else. Surely that shouldn´t prevent him from coming home now and then, however...But he would go months without showing up, so his parents, maybe, just thought that if he didn´t show up for Christmas or Easter it was because he was somewhere in a nightclub or a bar, partying. And sometimes that was true, but not always. At times, she wondered how and when they would find out, and hoped it wasn´t through some tragedy.

But...sometimes she also wondered if they didn't already know. If they were just waiting for him to finally be honest with them. Maybe neither Severus nor Evelyn could bring themselves to believe Soren would do that to them, so they acted like they didn't suspect, when in reality, they knew. Maybe they were just hoping he'd show himself worthy of their trust. Just waiting for him to come around.

So Audrey said nothing. It wasn't her place to, after all. If Eloise hadn´t, then she certainly had no right.

She finally found something. And old t-shirt and some pajama pants. Good thing Ethan was tall, she thought. This would do for Soren to at least make it back home, or wherever he was staying in London. Come to think of it...She shook her head and left the clothes on the bed where he could find once he was done showering.

“Soren?”  She called once the water stopped running and she could hear him in her bedroom.

“Yeah?” he sounded a bit more sober.

“I'll call your sister, do you have her girlfriend's number? Maybe they can pick you up.”

Soren didn't answer answer immediately. Instead he took his time to get dressed and came back to the livingroom, sat on the couch and took another swig of water from the bottle.

“So, should I call her?”

“I would literally rather you hand me over to a dementor.”

“Maybe if I knew how. Eloise is my next best choice.”

“Eloise will never let me hear the end of it.”

“She wouldn'r be wrong, now would she?”

He didn't answer. He just made that face. That face he put on when he knew he was wrong, when he knew he had no good excuse. The corners of his mouth turned slightly upwards in an odd, clumsy smile, and his nostril flared slightly as he breathed out, then he looked away. Thinking of the next joke, of the charming comment that would deflect questioning, the next change of subject.  Had been that way since he was a boy. Soren always knew when to leave an argument well enough alone. This way he wouldn't have to admit he was wrong.

“As soon as my head doesn´t feel like the the 1812 overture is playing on surround sound inside my skull, I can see myself out.” she shrugged with that devil may care grin that could get him whatever he wanted.

Audrey sighed. She didn´t have the energy to argue, And true to be told, if she hadn't found him passed out drunk at her door after nearly a year of no contact whatsoever, she would be happy he was there. Wasn´t this what they used to do, back when things were different? Staying up at night, huddled up on the couch, watching old TV programmes reruns till the wee hours of the night? She missed that. She missed having Soren around, she missed his stupid jokes, his impromptu performances. She missed him singing “Largo al factotum” early in the morning as he shaved, his voice filling her bathroom till the upstairs neighbours complained.

But she didn´t miss what came with it. She didn´t miss the disappearances, the weeks and months without a single phone call, the excuses, the worry, the panic...

“You already ruined my couch with all that sodding makeup” she sighed, sitting next to him “Might as well spend the night. But you´ll have to be out before noon. I´m working the lunch shift this week.”

“How's that going? Mam told me you made it to sous-chef.”

“Yeah, which sounds impressive until you realize it just means I'm the first in line to be verbally abused when Bastianinni wakes up on the wrong side of the bed.”

“I worked with a Bastianinni once...It was for the best sharp knives are not part of our line of work, or the whole cast would have used him for target practice, down to the children's choir. When a tenor decides to be a diva, oof...”

“So, you´ve been talking to your mother?”

“Yeah, I called her and dad last week from Salzburg...to apologize for not showing up for Christmas again. She told me you were there.”

“I was. I assume that's how you got my address...”

“I...I mean...is not like she” Soren stammered like a little boy caught with his hand in the biscuit tin.

“Did you really think your mother would give you my address if I didn't tell her it was ok?” Audrey smiled “I´m just surprised you asked.”

“Why wouldn't I ask?”

“You tell me...For the past four years I´ve seen more of your parents and your sister than I´ve seen you. And you don't call anybody, just go off for months on end...”

“You know why that is...”

“I do. That´s why I don't wait for you anymore. It's pointless. But then when I give up waiting, you decide to show up.”

“Is not like I planned to just...”

“You never do.”

“Audrey, I...”

“I´ll get you a pillow and some covers, it's getting late.” She couldn't let him speak. If he started he'd take her in again. And before she knew it, she would be waiting again...for a phone call, a message, waiting for that moment she'd finally be fully a part of his world. A moment that would never come, no matter how long she waited. Not for her and not for anybody else. Soren had chosen a rocky path that only fit the steps of one person: himself. She couldn´t walk with him, and it would be fooolish to wait for him to come back any time soon.

“You said you were working lunch shift tomorrow.” the sweetness on his voice reached her as she got up from the couch, disarming. “Can´t you stay a little while longer?”

[coreastories]

Modern Royals: 10 Times the King and Queen of Corea made ahjummas ugly-cry over their romance

You know what this author loves about Corea? The delightful mix of tradition and modernity

I mean, in this country, you have visiting and dining etiquette, respectful address etiquette, and countless other delicious customs steeped in tradition. Catholicism with its millennia-old ceremonies is also a favored religion

On the flipside, this country has rock-solid laws on divorce, equal rights, and zero tolerance for  rape and abuse or discrimination of ANY sort

I’m quite in love with this country. Its people are well taken care of

And of course, the biggest deliciousness for me are Their Majesties

Shrouded in privacy and that same tradition I just mentioned, the king married the queen in July

In the course of a few weeks since the wedding, the queen endeared herself to her people, and even made friends with the Prime Minister, a formidable woman who was herself previously linked to the King (entirely one-sided pursuit on her part)

It’s now October, and we’re happily expecting the first royal baby in May!

I’ve seen some colleagues in the media voice that thought we’ve all had: “They didn’t take long.” 

I’ve also seen comparisons with Meghan Markle and Prince Harry and Baby Archie, who was born only a few days shy of his parents first anniversary. Corea’s royal baby will be born two whole months before his/her parents’ first anniversary. 

So this little article seems absolutely timely!

It sounds trite, I know, but lists are all the rage these days. Add Corea’s royal romance and this article will pay for my office’s bills for two months.  

This is with sanction from the Royal Public Affairs Office, who I’ll never cross, and who also gave me some background where they could or would.  

1. Who can forget the breathless kisses in New Zealand? 

Well, they made us breathless. Taken from Chateau Maryleone-- a security breach that apparently got people fired. If it was originally a video footage, we don’t know. Only the photos were spread online. 

The world is in love with this smiling kiss. 

The Royal Public Affairs Office’s only comment here is: “We’ve found the parties involved and they have been summarily dealt with.” 

You can see why I would never dream of crossing them. 

2. The snuggle at Pyeongyang Children’s Hospital

The new digital diagnostics wing was inaugurated in July. If this author remembers right, two of the queen’s photos made it to a list of 7 Times the Queen of Corea Stole Our Hearts with Her Smile. 

Children, parents, media, and hospital staff loudly showed their approval of the queen then, and she had laughingly and shyly accepted it. 

Reports have emerged that the queen was quite overwhelmed, and had actually retreated to a room with the king. It was one of the new consultation rooms of the new wing, with glass windows. 

People saw the queen seek refuge in the king’s arms, hiding her face in his chest, and the king cradling her against him, arms around her, one hand stroking her hair. 

We don’t have photos, because none of the witnesses dared. But they’ve all reported and demonstrated it. I’m sighing here. 

3. The hand-in-pocket cuteness when we visited the palace before Queens Day 

You’ve read about this in the Royal Twinkle, of course! 

4. Turning up late and blushing during Queens Day

You also remember this from our recent report. Their Majesties turned up late for their scheduled appearance, and then the king was just a giggling mess in the dim part of the stage (stage right), and the queen just looked at him, blushing. 

The Royal Public Affairs Office almost had no comment, but remarked that the king and queen are newlyweds. Well, that’s exactly and the ajhummas and I said, didn’t we. 

5. Another hand-holding-and-tuck, also during Queens Day 

Remember the king looking anxious whenever the queen was onstage, despite the queen being surrounded by the Royal Guard? 

We have eyewitness reports from people closer to the stage, who have craned their necks or ducked between people’s onstage legs to get a glimpse of the king and queen whenever the guards surrounded them. 

Apparently, the king invariably fetched the queen in the same way. He would go on stage, take her hand with his left and hold her hand against his chest while his right hand and arm tucked her securely against his side. 

I love a man who’s so enamored of his wife he takes hold of her with both hands. 

6. The distraction during the Opening of Parliament in Seoul  

The Opening of Parliament is a series of ceremonies dating back to 1945, when the parliament was first established. We were hoping to see the queen accompany the king, but she had stayed in Busan-- and we now know the reason why, don’t we? 

In one of these ceremonies, the king was supposed to signal the Usher to open the door to summon the Ministers into Parliament.  

But the king had seemed transfixed by a bunch of forget-me-nots included in the predominantly blue flower arrangement in the Parliament’s subdued decorations for the occasion. 

Sources say the king had a fond expression on his face, and his eyes were, according to the reports, shining, like he was near tears. 

The Royal Public Affairs Office had no comment. It seems the significance of the forget-me-nots remains a secret between the King and Queen.  

Since then, forget-me-nots in pots and seeds and cultivars have sold out across the kingdom.  

7. Every time they step out of the car

This is an event people of Corea have come to watch, even more so than the actual events the king and queen attended. 

Unlike other royals who get their doors opened for them, the queen gets her door opened by none other than the king. 

It always happens this way. A member of the royal guard opens the king’s car door, the king steps out, and then he goes around the car to open the queen’s door. 

And then we watch with bated breath as the queen swivels in her seat to bring both legs and feet outside the car. The king’s hand is already waiting, and she takes it with one of hers. 

He helps her to her feet and then just smiles at her for long moments, head tilted to her, whether or not she’s also looking at him or is already distracted by the crowds. 

And they hold each other’s hands until they absolutely have to let go. Duties be damned. They’re working royals, yes, but they’re married and in love! 

It’s become a game among members of the media and event organizers to attempt to prolong that hand holding as long as possible. 

Ministers of Parliament and their wives-- the more popular ones-- always seem to have planned on holding something in their hands so that they only bowed to the king and queen and Their Majesties didn’t have to offer to shake hands. 

It’s ridiculous and yet delicious, the way this romance has united the country like this, both Parliament and public besotted with them.  

Their Majesties hold hands so romantically too. Their grip is always so visible, like they’re constantly gently squeezing each other’s hands. 

Corean celebrities and their own significant others imitate this on red carpets, calling it the royal handhold. 

8. An actual kiss after the Bureau of Fire Protection Annual Gala

No wonder the gala raised nearly a billion won. The queen had turned up unexpectedly, remember? 

And we’ve had matching stories from eyewitnesses who saw the queen’s car pull up to take her back to the palace. At the time, the Royal Guard had taken care of crowd control, to make sure only the queen was leaving at the time, with no other car waiting or leaving. 

But the gala had been held in a converted warehouse in Clearwater Bay, and as such, a doorway was practically an entire absent wall, so plenty of people had a vantage point of seeing the king stepping out of the car. 

The queen was visibly surprised to see him, and then she was gently greeted with a kiss before being just as gently ushered into the car. 

9. Every time the king broke the order of precedence-- and he continues to do so 

For state and diplomatic events, the order of precedence protocol dictates that the queen consort follows two steps behind the king. If they have a son, the crown prince will be next in line, literally, after the king, overtaking the queen consort unless His Majesty gives a king’s order about it. 

That king’s order is only a matter of time. I very much doubt the king or his heir will let the queen trail after them. 

Since their marriage, we’ve witnessed the king and queen attend two state events and one diplomatic event: the investiture of the re-elected Prime Minister in July, the 383rd anniversary of King Yeongjeong’s Defeat of the Qing Invasion in early August, and a return visit from Victoria, Crown Princess of Sweden. 

The PM’s investiture was held in the Royal Audience Hall, and the king and queen arrived when everyone was already seated. 

The anniversary was commemorated in King Yeongjong’s Memorial in Yeongjong Park in Busan, where Their Majesties were driven right up to the blue carpet leading to the memorial statue. 

For Crown Princess Victoria’s arrival, the king and queen publicly welcomed her at Busan Airport, with the heir of Sweden and Their Majesties of Corea walking toward each other to give and accept welcome.

In all three events, the king does walk ahead at first, but then he always stops and waits for the queen, turning back to her and putting an arm around her upper back. Then they walk side by side, or even with the queen slightly ahead of the king. 

We’ve seen the queen give the king a look, but the king just smiles at her, a restrained close-mouthed smile, or an outright grin, which was what he wore when they met Crown Princess Victoria, who is a friend. 

10. A hug after a long day in Busan. There’s so much love inside the palace. 

This one is from the Royal Public Affairs Office, captioned, “The king meeting the queen in the grounds after a long day.”

If you’ve been to the palace grounds for Queens Day, you will recognize this clock. It’s in the part of the extensive gardens open to the public, and it has a little coffee shop where you can taste the palace’s appointed teas, coffees and cakes.

The print came to us exactly like that-- it’s not the fault of our scanners. Perhaps it’s a stolen shot and our dear Mr. Jang Mi-reuk hastily took it and then made the photo grainy and overexposed when he hid his phone again? Who knows. 

And who cares?! 

Look at how the king holds the queen as if they’d been apart for days or weeks rather than hours. The press of his head to hers, the curl of his body around hers, and that hand cradling the queen’s head-- these all speak of his love for her, and I’m melting. 

That royal baby is going to be such a beloved baby. The royal parents certainly don’t shy away from displaying that love. 

I don’t want to leave Corea. I want to follow this happily ever after today and forever. 

More to come! Stay tuned. 

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[solarcaravan]

Personal History

Here is a chance to explain your Character’s personal history. This is how they have lived on this plane up until now, or important events that have caused them to be who they are. You can go into as much or as little detail as you want. You could also make something to represent the general theme(s) of their life. This information will be something for us creators to enjoy, and for your characters to discover. With Ven and Argo’s story you can assume your character knows some details of it, but most likely not the full story. Especially since Argo rarely speaks of it, and Ven tries to make it seem like a joke.

The Story of Ven (and Argo), a Summary: 

Ven’s Mother was a human girl who had fallen in love with a Storm spirit. She was deeply in love and the Storm Spirit was captivated with her. The Girl was only 16 at the time, and was living through less than ideal circumstances. It can be understood why she found escape through a Storm Spirit attractive. It didn’t help that the Spirit could take on any shape it wanted, and with a couple attempts, figured out what the Girl liked easily. While it was a passionate exploration of freedom. The two had different goals. The Girl was not ready to settle down. She was young and wanted to test her limits. While the Spirit was timeless, ready for everything all at once. The Spirit didn’t understand how birth and adventure could not happen at once. Nor did the spirit care enough to really understand what the mortal girl was going for. She was not ready for a child, and when kind priests offered to raise the child she accepted. 

This is not a story against the mother. Ven holds no grudges, and would’ve done something similar in his own mother’s position. However the priests were not as kind as they appeared. Knowing well Ven was born of magic. They were prepared to study him relentlessly.The first attempt, In a monastery outside of Ven’s home village, did not end well. Ven’s magic is wired completely to his instincts and emotions. It is all within his body, and as a child he had little control of it. When the Priests tried to use stern punishment - it did not end well. The monastery was struck by so much lightning that it glowed throughout the night. 

Ven was then captured again, and this time bound with restraining collars. They were made of stone and emerald, weighing down his neck, and his limbs. Then Ven was brought to a stone monastery. This one much bigger, and carved into the mountain. Ven could hear the weeping of the empty woods surrounding the mountain. The trees long taken down to furnish the temple above.

“Who needs a house this big?” Ven was hanging off the side of a horse, bound by his ankles and wrists to a pole. “I lived in a tent with my ma, perfect for us two. Tho we needed a kitchen and toilet but that’s it. Not a bloody castle like this” Then Ven spat in the general direction of the monastery.

“This is a place of education,” One priest answered, while another scowled at ven to be quiet. “You can live with nothing if you wish.” Ven then lived in a tent in the courtyard for his first month in the monastery.It really sets the mood of how Ven’s stay at the Monastery would go.  At this Monastery he met Argo. Who was an orphan who had been taken in by the priests. Argo lived in a tiny bedroom full of books. The prodigy, so obedient and quiet. Argo was kept away from Ven at first. The Priest worried the storm child would be a bad influence, but then thought then Argo could be a good influence. Their first bet was the correct one. Argo and Ven quickly became friends. Ven would say what Argo believed, and then Argo would soften the punishments anyway he could. Sometimes he could talk the priests into more “fair” punishments. Some nights it was just a kiss on the bruise, or an extra blanket. Argo and Ven were both children when they escaped. They lived a wanders life. Even as children Ven and Argo were skilled at magic. Making money providing magical services to people, as well as other small jobs they could take. By early adulthood Ven and Argo had a small apartment in town as well as jobs. Ven worked at a Bar being a host and dancer, while Argo studied the arcana and made sigils for people. 

Argo found a poem that spoke of “The Traveler's Gift”. An enchanted object that would grant protection to all those who traveled with it. There was also talk of arcane spirits but Argo couldn’t tell if it was a metaphor or literal. Ven helped Argo prepare for the trip but had to stay home for this one. Neither of them liked being separated, but it wasn’t like anything terrible was going to happen right? Argo had to travel for a long time. They could afford a horse or camel, but Argo could use magic to speed up his walking. Well it was more like place a carpet down on the ground and then walking along that, which then generates for to walk through space And time. It’s a complicated spell Argo wove into the fabric. Takes a lot of energy to do, and Argo doesn’t always know where he will land. 

While Argo stepped blindly through reality. Ven kept working as a dancer, and keeping things tidy at home. Or not exploding, Ven’s not the most tidy person. One day Ven got up early to get some groceries. He hadn’t cut his hair since escaping, and it nearly touched the base of his spine. Then a gloved hand grabbed hold of the locks and spun Ven around. It was some kind of being formed of iron and glass. The silks of a guard adorned it, and all Ven could see behind it’s metal visor was a deep void. Ven was then restrained with the same Stone and Jade cuffs and brought before a king. While Ven and Argo had been gone the Priests had become advisors to a local king, and Ven found himself being described as a “sexy battery.” Since these new restraints didn’t just cancel out Ven’s magic. It redirected the magic to power the Kings war machines. Instantly ven had to think of non-magical ways to make everyone’s life here Miserable. He succeeded quite well.  

Meanwhile Argo was not having a good time on his own quest. The spirits that defended the Traveler's Gift were far more cunning than Argo was prepared for. Unable to turn back ,Argo had to make a deal. In this he lost his memories, and was left with The Machine. A towering house that walked on metal arms and legs. It did not let Argo in the house for the first Month. Then the House constantly fought back from Argo actually living in it. All the while Argo was trying to figure out who he was, and what his heart longed for. In this hazy journey Argo met a being named Prax. Who decided to travel along with Argo and help tame this magical house. In this the Caravan was formed, and traveled while Argo tried to find Ven. His heart longed for someone, and they were in desperate need of his help. 

When the first caravan ended, Argo found the city Ven was living in, and prepared to break into the castle to get Ven back. On this same day Ven saw Argo and also became determined to break out. While Ven couldn’t use magic. There are other ways to kick ass. Getting one of his guards to lay in bed with him. Ven then stole the guards swords and ran. Destroying as much property as he possibly could on the way.  When Ven slide to a haunt in the grand entry hall. He saw Argo standing before three guards. All had their blades drawn and pointed at Argo’s neck.

“Please I don’t want to hurt you,” Argo slowly lifts his hands. In the air about twenty feel above, magical sigils start to form in the air. The Guards only step forward. Pushing Argo a couple feet back. 

Ven then jumped on the back of one the guards and then hit the other two on the blunt side of the blades. Then through his weight backwards sending the guard he was straddling down with him. Making sure all three were good and knocked out. Ven stored the blades in a sash and pulled Argo into a hug. In that moment Argo could remember it all. The years of finding safety in these arms. The love that had burned when nothing else worked. Argo wept and pulled Ven in deeply. When he bumped into the collar around Ven’s neck. Argo scowled then brought the sigils down from the sky, made some adjustments, then put them on the restraints. With a Pop they fell to the floor, and scattered into a million pieces. 

Then Ven and Argo had a wonderful time tearing the castle down. The caravan is now wanted in Some countries, but we can go there fine if we’re careful.

[shirophantomvox]

What’s up y’all! Tumblr is literally fucking glitching and certain letters on my keyboard aren't working so I couldn't put in a title. The title of this is: "I Will Always Celebrate My Birthday". Here is another lovely prompt from @vld-prompts . I hope you like it! If these stories seem rushed, it’s because I am writing them before working and I go to school so I have to fit them in some time, right? Anyway, this prompt says: The Paladins learn that Alteans have no concept of birthday celebrations and promptly decide to demonstrate one for Allura, Coran (and/or Lotor.) Happy reading and follow me for more stories!

Princess Allura; the girl that has been to hell and back; took in many “aliens” and trained them to be paladins of the lions. She had experienced tragedy after tragedy but somehow managed to keep pushing. Lots of people looked up to her for hope and support and she never disappointed. It seemed like all she did was work and work and work until she passed out from exhaustion. Once she was so tired that she couldn’t even remember her own age! Wait! How old is she again? 10,000 years old right? No! She’s 10,001 years old! She reached into the drawer in her dresser and pulled out a thin, long gold box that was glistening under the light. She gently opened the box and there laid a beautiful pearl necklace and bracelet. This was a gift from the late King Alfor and Melanor of Altea; her parents. They had always mentioned the necklace as a reward for reaching such an age. You see, in Altean history, when a woman turns 10,001 years old, they take life more seriously. They know that it is time to buckle down; it is time to make money, find a partner, and parent children to follow in their footsteps. The necklace was a reward for her accomplishments. Allura often thought of her parents, wishing that they could see her now. They both would be proud.

Lance and Pidge entered the living room carrying heavy boxes that Coran gave them full of dusty trophies and small knickknacks. They were trying to clean out the 3rd floor so Hunk and Pidge could set up their virtual reality equipment. Suddenly, both tripped and dropped the boxes spilling everything all over the floor. Hey, blame the pearls. They’re THAT shiny.

“Oh! I’m sorry, Allura said running from her chair. She grabbed Pidge and Lance by their arms and pulled them up. “Let me help you pick this up.” Pidge got up, dusted herself off, and returned to pick up the items from the ground. “Lance, could you pass me the cardboard box. Lance? Lance! Are you listening to me?” To Allura’s surprise (not really), Lance was staring at her for much longer than usual. His mouth nearly dropped to the ground as he gave Allura two looks. It must have been some magic in that ol’ pearl necklace. Allura had on a light rose pink dress that exposed her shoulders. A white rose was pinned to her dress. This was apart of Altean tradition; on your special day, you just wore fancy clothes around the house and whenever you went out. “Lance! You’re drooling,” Pidge said groaning in irritation. It was bad enough Lance was slightly lazy but him drooling over Allura slowed her down. “Oh, sorry. S-sorry for staring Allura. Y-you just look prettier than usual. That necklace makes your skin glow.” “Thank you, Lance. I appreciate it.” “Great. Heh-he. Lance, can we finish this now? Hunk and I have work to do.” “R-right. Right” Still love-struck, Lance managed to help Pidge put away the boxes and the rest of the clothes laid on the couch. Lance was right about one thing, she never dressed like this before, why so sudden? “Why are you dressed liked that,” Pidge asked. “Don’t question it Pidge!” “It’s ok. Today is the day I was born 10,001 years ago.” “So, it’s your birthday?” “What?” “Your birthday. Today was the day you were born 10,001 years ago.” “Ah, yes. Right!” “Great! When do we get cake and ice cream?” “Ice cream? Cake?” “You’ve never heard of cake and ice cream?! Wow, your parties must have been lame.” “Actually...I’ve never had any of those...parties. What are they like?” “They’re fun! You have cake, ice cream, and if you’re lucky you get to have your birthday at a venue!” Lance LOVED birthday parties. It was the perfect opportunity for him to get as many phone numbers as he could and for him to talk to his friends about games and live streaming. Pidge on the other hand was an introvert; she liked staying to herself because that was the only way for her to get her work completed. The only person that could relate to her was Hunk and they had similar interests. “Lance doesn’t need any more sugar than what he is already consuming. Pidge pushed her glasses closer to her face as she placed the last box on the table. But I am willing to throw you a birthday party if Lance will help me.” “Of Course I will! Hunk will bake the cake, he can make the ice cream, and Pidge and I will make party favors. Let’s go, team! Mission Birthday Party is a-go.” Lance, being excited about this mission, was so overjoyed that he ran flat into the door. “I’m ok!” Baking a cake was the perfect task for Hunk during this time. Constantly thinking about returning to Earth can and will drive you insane. He and the other paladins have a point--they did not sign up for this mission but they were called upon to carry out a job and they were nearly finished, at last. Hunk had taken bakery classes at the nearby arts and crafts store, NaTalia’s. He had learned how to make birthdays, weddings, and just regular cakes with a quickness. His art form including basic designs and printing edible pictures on the cake. Allura’s favorite colors were pink, white, and dark grayish-blue. Although those colors were far apart from each other on the palette, he made it work. The ice-cream was already made. He decided to make mint chocolate and vanilla to ensure everyone was satisfied. The cake was great and it looked delicious too! The only downside is that the ship’s kitchen looked like a tornado ran through it. Oh well. That’s how you know you accomplished your mission. He topped the cake off with little wax figures of King Alfor and Melanor at the top near the pink rim. He thought this was the perfect finishing touch...hopefully she thinks so too. Hunk gently placed the ice cream and the cake on a pushcart and began to

wheel it to the bridge. The wax figures made Hunk think harder. He was going to remove them. He didn’t want Allura to cry on her big day, he wanted her to be happy. The doors opened as everyone stood to their feet and watched the beautiful cake be wheeled into the room. The edible sparkly pink glitter glistened underneath the room’s headlights. Allura stood to her feet, her hands over her mouth gasping in amazement. Pidge and Lance had made pink and white confetti and by some miracle found pink balloons in the closet. Just when they were going to sing “Happy Birthday” by Stevie Wonder, a few tears began to fall from Allura’s face. Hunk’s smile was instantly wiped away. He knew he should have removed the figurines. “Allura...I-I’m sorry. I thought--” “--No! It’s ok! I love it! Thank you Hunk!” Allura nearly knocked him over with her hug, but that’s ok. It was a warm bear hug; one full of love and joy. “Hey! Where’s my hug?!” “Later, Lance.” “Ooooh,” Pidge said laughing. “Ok, who’s ready to sing Happy Birthday, Keith asked already grabbing a hamburger slider. I’m hungry. “Happy Birthday to ‘ya. Happy Birthday to ‘ya. Happy Birth-day!” The team sang, off-key, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered is they successfully gave Allura the first birthday experience of her life and it is safe to say that she loved it. She was overjoyed with emotion, all happiness. Shiro gave her a few tissues to wipe her eyes with so her eye makeup wouldn’t drip. “Thank you all! I appreciate it very much! I will always celebrate my birthday for as long as I shall live!”