#tw; hunting

[hellsgreatestshow]

@hellsgreatestgame continued ⛧⸸⛤

Rachael followed the shadow with ease. She zipped along to see Alastor in the middle of his meal. Her head tilted slightly. She couldn't even react before Niffty leaped down onto the carcass. There was a horrifying crunch sound.

"Apologies. I didn't know it was snack time." She replied as she went over to try to retrieve Niffty but it was too late.

Niffty's little hands squished around the organs before she hissed. She extended up to jump around Rachael like an angry hell spawn.

[johnnyspells]

"So all cholesterol is good. Change is absolutely necessary. And whatever you said about hot lady summer, it sounded like you kind of had it figured out."

[life-on-our-planet]

As the smallest diving mammal hunting for this water shrew lasts only a few seconds, but their technique underwater is remarkable. Their eyesight is poor so they rely on foraging along the bottom to find movement with their long whiskers. To find stealthier prey they have the rare ability to smell underwater. By blowing tiny bubbles of air they can detect scent particles in the water. Nature on PBS

[violenteconomics]

as a prank, ace and epel start referring to their upperclassmen as members of their family rather than by name — when they're not actually talking to their upperclassmen, of course — just to see how long it will take them to notice. and after a while, the other freshmen start doing it, too.

ace is the first one to come up with this idea. he think it's a harmless little thing, a prank that'll cause plenty of mayhem but won't get him in any serious trouble. so he starts referring to cater and trey as his dad and mom respectively, and riddle as his uptight, no-nonsense older brother.

("one time i saw my brother try to put one of mom's tart into like a ziplock bag to save it for later, and when he took it out like two days afterwards, it fell apart immediately and he started bawling, ha ha! my dad got the whole thing on camera and shared it with me — i can show you if you want.")

he ropes epel in on the plan. epel is a little more hesitant, but seeing this as a way to get back at vil, even in a small way, he agrees to it. vil is now "ma" and rook is now "pa". people do start to wonder why he still uses he/him pronouns to refer to his supposed mother, but they decide not to question it too much.

("a few months ago, my pa told me a story about how one time my ma was trying to comb his hair, only for his comb to get stuck. so he got another comb to get the first one out, and that ended up getting stuck, too. five combs later, and peepaw had to rush him to the barber for an emergency haircut. it was pretty funny, but now i'm left wondering how pa even knew that story... hold on, i need to check my bathroom mirror for cameras, excuse me.")

surprisingly, deuce catches on pretty quickly, and he starts thinking maybe it's a new dorm policy. he doesn't know why, or why nobody else seems to be doing it, but ace seems pretty sure of himself, so he starts doing it, too, if a bit awkwardly.

("my brother always gets on my case for my bad grades. it's a little frustrating, but he only does it because he cares. my dad tutors me whenever he can, but he's not very good at studying, either. but whenever i do get good grades on my report card, my mom makes me egg tarts!")

yuu starts after they ask ace about it, and thinking it's a good prank, they decide to join in on a little mischief. so they start referring to all the teachers as their "dad". it makes people really confused, because they assume they only have one dad, two at most, but "dad" seems to change personalities every single time they talk about him.

("i was helping my dad do paperwork the other day, except we didn't get anything done and spent the entire evening playing solitaire and making dog puns."

"i was filling my dad's basketballs for him for his next game, whilst simultaneously helping him rework his pick-up lines that he's going to use on rsa's 'hot librarian' — his words, not mine. it was... a weird experience."

"i was feeding my dad's cat a couple of days ago, but i guess i fed him too much, because he's just a ball with limbs now. it's fine, though — it's not like my dad actually goes anywhere. too old for that, y'know?")

ortho is up next. idia's already ortho's brother, so he can't really do anything with that, but he really wants in on the average teenage experience of pranking your peers. so he starts referring to literally every upperclassmen he knows as his "brother". this is when everyone starts to realize that something's wrong, because some of things ortho says can not apply to idia in any reality.

("my brother is so talented! he's so good at talking to people, and making them sign contracts with him, and convincing them to invest in his restaurant... gosh, i wish i could be as good at communicating as him!")

jack is, unsurprisingly, very unamused when he figures out what the others are doing, but he doesn't try to stop them. but after a few weeks of exposure, and jack starts unconsciously doing it, too, which the others don't point out to him because they think it's absolutely hilarious.

("my brother didn't show up to morning practice, again, so my other brother and i went lookin' for him, and we ended up findin' him in a tree. obviously, my brother and i can't climb as well as my eldest bro can, so my brother just... threw a spelldrive disk at him. to get him out of the tree. and then we had to rush him to the infirmary because now he had a concussion. i don't... i don't know why he thought that would work.")

sebek is the last hold-over. not only is he unamused by this prank — and frankly very aghast when he realizes that jack has also been infected by it — but he's also really repressed and will do literally whatever it takes to not sully his image in the eyes of diasomnia. of course, with enough wear and tear, this doesn't last very long.

("ugh. my brother fell asleep on the road AGAIN! i swear, so many people have tripped over him, i'll be surprised if he hasn't broken any ribs yet.")

ace and epel think all of this is extremely funny, so they all keep trucking along with it with nobody noticing for a couple of weeks. it's all fine and dandy until the first-years are out on the town during the weekend, and deuce gets involved in a really bad carriage crash.

at the hospital, deuce starts deliriously asking for his older brother to take him home. but when the receptionist checks his familial records, they're really confused because deuce never even had a brother.

unfortunately, ace knows exactly who deuce is talking about, and awkwardly spends the next 30 minutes trying to get a hold of riddle over the phone.

the awkwardness doesn't end as riddle actually gets to the hospital, and the doctor smiles and says, "you must be mr spade's big brother."

[potato-lord-but-not]

HOLY GHOSTS DOODLES YEEAGAGHSHSH at first these weren’t supposed to be related but they are definitely related so. apply whatever context you feel like.

also bonus comic strip form like. 2 months ago. that I forgot about. anyway

[hanafubukki]

Thinking of funny and comforting menstrual cycle headcanons:

Rook Hunt who notices you are not feeling well. You sit at your desk and see a cute package addressed to you. Inside it: pain meds, snacks, hygiene products, and other necessities. A very helpful package but how did he know? …actually you don’t want to know.

Jack Howl who offers you help rather awkwardly. Telling you it was no big deal and don’t think too hard on it. Who would huff up if anyone tried to cause you any trouble. Silently offering you his food if you’re not feeling well enough to get your own.

Lilia Vanrouge pop up in front of you upside down. Offering you candy he had in his pocket. He noticed you weren’t feeling good. That can’t be! He tells you not to worry about dinner. He will make you his special soup and you will feel better in no time. You might want to lock your doors.

Grim wouldn’t cause as much trouble as he usually does. He’s even doing his homework without you pestering him to. Sometimes, after falling asleep, you would wake up with him on your lap. The warmth and pressure bringing you comfort.

[hemlock-dreams]

What's a guy gotta do to get hunted by this guy?

Easy bro, just be a pigeon, bro.

(Prey drive neuron: Activate!)

[brotato-chibs]

me @ myself: proper comic for them when 🤼‍♀️

[iamapoopmuffin]

And so I'm back! With too many memes! You just walked in to find me here eating barbecue chicken wings!

[voidshrub]

"Follow me!"

[dusk-the-cat]

As a therian with a commonly hunted theriotype, I don’t see many alterhumans talking about how hard it can be to find pictures\videos of your theriotype\kintype\linktype\ect. without seeing dead animal photos.

I might just be overly sensitive, but I just want to see pictures of black coyotes without seeing a dead one as one of the first results. I know there’s not much I can do about it but still, it sucks :(

[kiame-sama]

Darling: *stretching during gym class, yelping when their pants seemingly rip out of nowhere*

Yan!Rook: *has an immediate nose bleed* C'est Magnifique!

Yan!Vil: *blushing, trying desperately to not stare as he offers to stitch up darling's pants* Honestly, my sweet little Spudling, at least try to have some shame...

Yan!Malleus: *shamelessly staring* No need to dress so quickly, Child of Man.

Yan!Azul: *a blushing incoherent mess* By the Seven! *Keeps peaking and blushing an even deeper red*

Yan!Lilia: *the reason darling's pants ripped* Nice.

[life-on-our-planet]

The skin of a cuttlefish contains millions of pigment cells with which it can create ever-changing colors and patterns. It's possible that this strobing has a hypnotizing effect on prey. BBC Earth

[shiroi---kumo]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ The floors are polished marble and the walls are tall pillars of a similar stone. Everything around him is white or faded grey and it works to make a deary environment that sends a shiver up his spine. There is something about that familiar sound of how the liquid working through the pipes in the wall flows that makes the airs on his neck stand on end.

He's not safe here and he never will be. He knows this place. He knows the feel of it. He knows the sound of it and he knows the smell of it and it smells like anything but safe. It smells like a faint distant rot that is not unlike the living despair that lurks just below the surface of the lands like a polluted water source.

It smells like death.

"I've had quite enough of this." A voice sounds and he knows it well even if he cannot place the owner's face. "This insolence you insisting on and your constant rebellion. You think you would have learned by now."

The voice continues and he knows full well he needs to be ready for the strike. That putrid little brat won't hesitate to snatch him up and the swordsman doesn't know which direction to prepare himself for when he cannot place a face to that damnable purring.

He knows it's coming. He knows that little demon will send out whatever he needs to retrieve his pet. Will it come from behind? Right before him? The left? The right? It doesn't matter. He's never fast enough to get away. Even with all the speed he possesses, somehow that viper will snatch him right out of the sky as he always does.

As such his heart is thudding in his chest. He can't go back there. He can't go back and he won't. How he ever ended up in this wretched castle, he'll figure out later but he will die before he -

Everything is so red.

The lights bleed crimson and the only thing he can do is lift his arm to cover his face so the hue itself doesn't infect his vision.

The snap is so fast he hears it too late and his entire body is squeezing before he has a chance to escape it. The feeling of his arms digging into his sides as he writhes in his captor's hold only for jade vision to finally crack open and be met with a face that is not the one he was expecting but yet somehow finds his stomach twisting all the same.

"Finally you can come home, My Precious Little Cloud. You ran off on me so quickly, I was afraid I'd never find you again, My Darling."

He feels sick as those slightly older pale blues practically pierce into through him. He's frozen even as a second tendril rises to take the Maken from his back and a third is rising and inching in ever closer.

"You know the rules though, don't you my pet? For every hour you're away from my side - " There's a pause as the anarchist shifts their from side to side for a moment before pale lips stretch out in a wild grin. "- well I suppose I'll just take out of your flesh."

And that third tendril is at his throat faster than he can blink. He's choking. His voice has been reduced to that of panicking whimpered squeaks. He can't speak and he can't even scream. He can't thrash. He can't move and it's pulling so hard that he's scared that it might -

He wakes with a jerk, hand reaching up to press against his throat. His body is shaking as his chest rises and falls as he's just ran a marathon. He's okay. He's okay but for how long?

Anarchy already had him once and Gaudium just - just nearly -

He's not safe here. Neither of them are. They need to move but if Eversti stays with him it is only going to make matters -

'He has to be around here somewhere.'

The sound of voices is flooding into his ears and the Misterican does everything in his power to will himself to a stop so he can listen.

'You saw the way that forest was messed up. It had to be him.' 'Yeah but do you really want to mess with that?' 'We need to bring him back to His Excellency so we can get rewarded.' 'Maybe we'll get lucky and find him sleeping. Even if he is a beast, he has to sleep right?' 'We have to find him before that man in blue does.' 'We can't let anyone steal our mark.

Gaudium isn't going to quit and now that he's shown his face in that village that means the villagers were likely tempted to help with talk of the bounty. They -

Jade moons are shifting over the sight of one Amestrian man fighting to stay away and a dying fire that is sinking down to embers. If he's quiet then -

Slowly he's rising from the ground, trying his best to get to his feet but he's still a bit dizzy and he's hungry but that's going to have to wait. Everything in his bag would shift around too loudly if he took it and besides Eversti will need the things left inside....

He doesn't have the strength to fly right now, let alone float, so he'll just have to tip toe as quietly as possible to try to -

crack

-the sound of a twig is snapping beneath his feet and he finds himself freezing in place when it does. Hopefully that didn't wake Eversti up.

As White Cloud spoke, he painted a picture of his teachers. They began to form in Roy’s mind, albeit vaguely since the only Misterican he knew was White Cloud. Still, the painting started with one Misterican, Aamunkoitto, with vibrant pink hair and eyes. Next came a Misterican named Valo who taught history and language, his Mist and hair a pale orange. Palo followed, bright yellow in color that might have matched the explosions she made, and she was responsible for the masks—the sumi—suman—sumunaamio. 

The language was not easy for Roy to put together even in his mind. What was learning other languages like for White Cloud? A question for later. 

Sielu came next, a chaotic genius—they sounded similar when it came to energy levels. Roy knew his own energy levels could be through the roof on some days while he catnapped the next. He also sounded like he defended his charge—was that the right word for what White Cloud was to him? How did that work? Another question for later. Teachers for royalty, specifically someone of White Cloud’s status, had to work differently. Either way, Sielu was a vibrant blue, likely different from the uniforms Amestrians wore. 

Those weren’t lively at all. Opposite, in fact.

Sydän and Kukka were both purple, and that indeed filled the entire rainbow. The subjects all of these Mistericans covered too… they clearly cared for the arts more than the Amestrian government did. Art, dance, music… subjects like that rarely saw the light of day in public schools. He only learned it thanks to his sisters and Madame Christmas. 

White Cloud dozed off, and Roy smiled. It was more than all right that he fell asleep. He needed the rest. At least he fell asleep talking about a pleasant subject, right? Perhaps he could dream about a time that wasn’t Wonderland and the despair that plagued this place. His teachers could surround him in his dreams, talk to him, and they would not know the horrid future that awaited them. Everything would be fine. 

When he woke, perhaps Roy could tell White Cloud what his life was like. That was what friends did, right? They shared those sorts of things with one another. Surely White Cloud wouldn’t balk at the sort of upbringing he had in comparison. He wasn’t like the snot-nosed upperclass military officials back in Amestris who heard his name and scoffed. If he told his new friend who raised him and where…

She shouldn’t hear a soft pitter-patter of tiny feet. Yet, the sound was unmistakable as she turned her heel to scan her bar. Despite attempts from the source of said pitter-patter to hide, he couldn’t get behind a barrel in time. Chris shook her head and sighed. 

"Roy, what did I tell you about coming into this part of the bar? Shouldn't you be asleep?"

"You're not asleep." He didn’t bother hiding anymore. A pair of onyx eyes stared up at her as he dared to utter that statement, a small pout formed on his lips. The Madame placed her hand on her hip and raised her eyebrow. Roy couldn't tell if she didn't immediately reply due to the fact he was right. Probably. The sigh that left her lips, heavy as the boxes of liqueur she handled on a daily basis, didn't sound like she conceded. No, the fact that she began to walk towards him, her heels clacking against the old wooden floor as she did, told him he miscalculated. Just for that, he planted his feet where he stood while his lips formed into a pout. 

"We've talked about this," she said as she moved toward him, "I work at night while you sleep."

"No quiero."

"Amestrian, Roy." It was his turn to sigh, the sound long and clearly exaggerated as he tilted his head back and stomped his feet. "C'mon."

"I don't wanna."

"Good. But, you still needta. We all have to do things we don't want to." She put her hand on his back as she began to usher him out of the room. "Get to bed and sleep. You've got school tomorrow. Don't let me catch you skipping again."

"But I already know everything they're teaching."

"Do you now?" Roy barely heard her as he stomped up the stairs to their apartment. Why was she so surprised? Again, he sighed.

"I read all the books in the classroom already. And the ones in the two grades above me. The math is too easy. All the lessons are. No one else gets it. I'm so bored."

Of course he was. Why did he need to have this argument right now? Because he was six years old and didn’t want to go to sleep, she supposed. No one told her she would be parenting a child, much less one too smart for his own good. She suppressed another sigh as she followed him up the stairs and to his room. If she didn’t follow him all the way, he would follow her straight back down to the bar, and she knew it. 

“Then I’ll talk to your teachers about it, all right? Right now, though, you need to sleep. So sleep, Roy.”

“Uuuuuugh. Fine.” Another loud, dramatic sigh left him as he flopped onto his bed face first. Well, if that was how he wanted to sleep, then she wasn’t about to try and argue with him. He was stubborn through and through. 

“Goodnight.”

“G’night, Má.”

Catherine got to the bar early on weekdays. She didn’t have to. Madame Christmas even told her as much. However, her reasons for coming early soon arrived in the form of two chattering children, one of them louder than the other. She could hear him almost a block away. 

“‘Nessa, it’s not that bad. I’m fine!”

“It looks swollen. I don’t think it’s supposed to do that.”

“Don’t you dare tell Má about it. She’ll make a big deal about it.”

“How are you gonna hide it from her? It’s on your face.”

“I’ll think of something.”

All right, now Catherine had to admit she was curious what these two were talking about. The second Roy and Vanessa walked into the bar proper, though, she didn’t need to ask. Vanessa was right: the black eye on Roy’s face looked swollen and awful. He gulped as soon as he felt her gaze on him, but he didn’t move from his spot next to Vanessa—so brave for a ten year old who only came up to her waist. Catherine knelt down in front of both of them before she put a gentle hand to Roy’s cheek. 

“What happened, mi pequeño mirlo?” He winced at her touch and looked to the floor. 

“Nothin’,” he muttered, “S’not a big deal. I’m fine.”

“Well that’s a lie.” She moved her hand away. “You got in another fight, didn’t you?”

“No. Because the Madame said not to.”

Therein lied the problem. Roy didn’t want to get in trouble with his mother for getting into a fight that he clearly didn’t win, and Catherine was the Madame’s best employee. The black eye wasn’t the only sign he lost. Catherine noticed how his clothes seemed more torn than normal, and he held his arms close to his chest with some labored breathing. Then, there was his hair—someone had definitely yanked on it. Oh, this child didn’t know how to defend himself, did he? Vanessa didn’t either. Children at this age shouldn’t have to, but this wasn’t the first time Roy came home with bruises or scrapes because he got into a fight with someone. 

She needed to do something. 

“I won’t tell her,” she told him. Both eyebrows on his face rose. “I’m going to do something else. Come with me, you two.” With that, she stood at her full height and started walking toward the back entrance of the bar. 

“What are you doing?” Oh, she had Roy’s curiosity now. That counted for a lot. 

“I’m teaching you both how to defend yourselves. No one hurts my Royboy and gets away with it.” The three of them reached the back alley behind the bar. Catherine closed the door behind them. 

“But the Madame–” Vanessa chimed in. Catherine quickly cut her off.

“Will understand. I’m not teaching you to fight. I’m teaching you to defend yourselves. All right?” She didn’t have to turn around to see the grin on Roy’s face. It had to hurt to do that, but he still did it.

“Yes, Ma’am.” His reply earned a grin from her as well, one she didn’t allow him to see.

“That’s my boy. Let’s get started.”

“Hold still, Roy. I’m not done yet.”

At Madeline’s command, Roy didn’t move an inch—well, at least not his left hand. His right hand held a pen that he had to stop himself from chewing on the end of at least three times already. A piece of paper sat in front of him, a letter of some sort written in the Madame’s writing. Madeline paid it no mind as she sat next to him, her focus solely on painting the final coat of a navy blue nail polish onto his nails. 

“I like this color on you. It brings out your eyes.”

“You think so?” Roy looked away from his letter for a second to meet Madeline’s gaze, both eyebrows up. She smiled at him and nodded. “I was a little nervous about it. But, I trust you.”

“He can learn!” Both of them chuckled before Madeline closed up the nail polish. “Okay, same rules as last time: let it dry. Otherwise, you’ll have to redo it yourself. I’m not doing it.”

“All right all right.” Still, Roy listened and laid out his hand flat on the table. His stare returned to the piece of paper. “Did Má give you any hints on this cipher? I’m stumped.”

“Even if she did, I’m not allowed to help you. But, I have a tip for you.”

“What?” He looked up again.

“Have some patience. It’s okay if you don’t instantly understand how it works.”

“I don’t do well with patience.”

“Gee, I never would’ve guessed.” Madeline rolled her eyes. “The fact that I had to redo your right hand twice says that pretty well.”

“Well I think third time’s the charm.”

“Mhmm. Love you too, Roy.”

A little more than two weeks passed since he returned home from Ishval, one bag over his shoulder. Yet, as he sat on his bed, it felt like he aged a decade since he disembarked the train in Central Station. The passage of time made little sense. His room still resembled what it looked like when he was a teenager with alchemy books and jeans that were a few inches too short. His mind flitted between the present and days marked by explosions, screams, and desert sand. The Madame didn’t know whether or not to hold him like a child to her side or speak to him like an adult with grown-up words. When was he right now? Now? When was now? The war was over, and he was home, but home didn’t… it didn’t feel right. 

How did he even begin to explain that when he couldn’t even speak? He knew he frustrated the Madame. She expected her verbose son, and, while she understood why he couldn’t speak back, it had to hurt that she got something different. It didn’t help that he knew he’d get his new assignment any day now. He needed to be able to speak when that time came. For fuck’s sake, he was a Lieutenant Colonel now. He not only needed to speak, but he needed to be able to lead. 

Was Hughes dealing with all this hell? Or, was he putting on a smile for Gracia? The two of them, two suns orbiting each other, were incredibly alike, yet they couldn’t be more different. Roy couldn’t be bothered to smile for anyone. 

A quiet knock sounded on his door. It wasn’t the Madame based on the volume, and it was too hesitant to be Hughes or Hawkeye. Who else knew he lived here? Slowly, the door creaked open and revealed Lillian. What was she doing here? Wasn’t she supposed to be—oh, he saw the Madame standing in the hallway before she closed the door. That answered one question while a few more took its place. They were easy ones to answer: would Lillian try to pry his voice out of him like everyone else? Was she here purely on reconnaissance? Or, did she come out of the kindness of her heart? 

She stood next to his bed as her head tilted to the side. Her hands raised, and they began to move to sign. 

“Can I sit next to you?” Not a word left her lips. Keeping with the same mode of communication, Roy raised one hand to sign back. He could do that.

“Yes.” Slowly, she sat down on his bed with him. Roy waited until she made herself comfortable before he continued signing. “Madame Christmas sent you?”

“Not really.” Lillian shrugged before she continued. “I knew when you came home, but I wanted to give you space. I knew a lot of people wanted to see you.”

“Well, here I am. Exciting isn’t it?” He rolled his eyes, a gesture Lillian clearly didn’t appreciate as she shook her head. “No? What do you want then?”

“Just to talk to you, Roy. That’s all.”

“Isn’t that what we’re doing right now?”

“Yes. And it’s more than what you’ve been doing with everyone else.” A frown formed on thin lips. She hadn’t wanted to get to this part of the conversation right yet, but it seemed the time for pleasantries was long over. “The Madame is worried about you. You’re not talking to her.”

“So she sent you in her place.”

“I didn’t lie when I said I wanted to give you space, Roy. I know what it’s like to come home from war.” Her frown deepened as brown eyes glared. “But, when Madame Christmas told me you weren’t talking to anyone, much less her, I had to do something. Talk to me.”

“About what?”

“Anything. Whatever you want.”

“It’s not that easy, Lillian.” His brows furrowed, a clear sign of frustration. “Just go tell Madame Christmas I’m fine.”

“I’m not going to lie to your mother.”

“Fine. Then you know what you can answer for me?” His hand movements grew more aggressive. Lillian, though, expected this sooner or later. She nodded her head and gestured with one hand for Roy to continue. “When does it get better? When do I stop feeling like shit for coming home and surviving?”

“You don’t.” She shook her head. “I wish I could tell you otherwise, Roy, but I can’t. I still have nightmares. I have times when I can’t do anything other than lie in bed. If the military didn’t force me to leave, I would’ve done so voluntarily because it was just too much. I don’t remember what my own voice sounds like… and it hurts. Some days are just easier than others to get through.”

“What made it easier?”

“Having people be there for me. You and Madame Christmas and everyone else taking the time to learn Amestrian Sign Language with me made me not feel alone. You were all there for me more than my real family. That’s all I really wanted: someone there. When my mind was dragging me back to the front lines, I had people bringing me back to the present. I had you telling me about your day and trying to find ways to make me smile. I had Catherine to talk to about the harder stuff that you were too young to understand. It didn’t make all of it go away, but… it was something.”

“But what if I can’t talk?”

“You don’t have to talk.” Again, she shook her head. “Madame Christmas doesn’t understand because she’s never been in an active war zone, and you’re her son. She didn’t understand that you weren’t going to be the same when you came home.”

“I don’t think anyone does.” He let out a sigh. “I feel like… I’m not all here, but I’m supposed to be. And I’ll be getting my new orders soon too.”

“Are you scared?”

“Yeah… I am.”

“It’s okay to be. You’re allowed to be scared, Roy.” 

His hands dropped to his sides as her words sunk in. Onyx eyes welled up with water, dousing the last of his anger. As she saw it happen, Lillian opened up her arms. He arrived there in seconds, his arms wrapped tightly around her while he buried his head in her shoulder. 

Nothing else needed to be said. 

[ruporas]

feast (ID in alt)

[hemlock-dreams]

Your Peter looks like he's the one who will be calling Wade "Baby Boy" instead of the other way around

Ur absolutely, 10000% right, anon.