#you can't even see it because Son Boy Allowed is in front but i did draw every single bit of emmrich's absurd (positive) outfit

[kcamberart]

I like them a lot.

[impyssadobsessions]

I don't have much time but I wanted to share this with you while I can! I can't draw but I can write and this is the only way I can share this imagery with you!

The world is passing by in a flurry of colors.

Which usually isn’t that unusual for Clark…usually though it’s because his flying of his own accord. Now…now it was because he was hurdling who knows how fast in piece of metal that was more of a mobile armory then an actual RV then it supposedly was.

There were no support handles to hold on to for just a bit of comfort, no, that was replaced by a handle that would pull down and release a fog horn sound.

So all he could do was pull his knees up to steady himself against the front console, using his size to squeeze himself into a cannonball form in hopes he didn’t get dislodged on a particular rough bump.

Then again if he did, maybe he could get propelled forward and through the front and take the engine out on his way.

Wishful thinking…at least he was doing better then Bruce.

Who was currently sprawled out on the floor of the RV looking like a disheveled cat hanging on to whatever and however he could. Maybe it would look more natural in his Batman outfit but at the moment both if them were in civilian wear and seeing the ‘Prince of Gotham’ doing an impression of a deranged starfish just added on more to today’s bizarreness.

Jack Fenton was giving him a large smile as he drove through another wall, “Don’t you guys worry! I’ll get us to our boys! No speed limit or any barrier can stop a Fenton!”

Clark could only let out a groan of despair as a response...

AMG THIS IS LOVELY LMAO!!! Bruce just imitating one of his sons to keep himself from being thrashed around.. or worse... throw up. ahhhh imagine they both slump out of the rv when they arrive, shaking and so grateful to touch the ground. Bruce is definitely calling for a private jet after this and Clark might agree to ride with him just to have a slower ride.

Danny gives them pity pats when he learns... Jon and Damian like how bad could it be. Damian thinking his father been in a space ship and Jon like we fly that fast every- Only for them to be overheard by Jack by their curiosity, so they all end up being drove back by him. Which bruce and clark like OH GOD please- which becomes a little relief when it turns out Jack drives safer with children.... still deranged but one they can handle. Damian still doesn't see what got their fathers so twisted up. Danny knows though and then asks dad how long it took them. "Regrettably 3 hours son. I was hoping it would be two." Damian frowned and done the math then asking if there was a flying feature in the... rv? "AHA! Nope, but I've been trying to convince Mads to let me install one. She said it would cost too much in gas though, and take up room for the ghost scanner." Damian does the math.. then realizes why his father and clark are shaking in the rv.. even by the tiniest of amounts. "That's my dad! :D" Danny grinning. "He's cool." Jon says innocently enough, not realizing the horror of that statement until it takes them over five hours to get home. Jack decided to play it safe and follow SOME speed limits and road signs. Jack is never allowed to drive again next time they hang out. Bruce or Clark always gets the keys =w= or has limo. ahh sorry got inspired. I LOVE this snippet ;w; !!!! <3 Thank you for writing this. <3<3<3

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[gothamite-rambler]

Lady Shiva may not be a traditional, perfect, or sane mother, but I like to imagine that she and her daughter don't have a fundamentally antagonistic relationship. Rather, they simply have some differences in opinions and values that lead to disagreements. These might include mundane issues like favorite pizza toppings, movies, or killing people, you know normal topics.

Lady Shiva rested on the ground, catching her breath after another fierce fight with her daughter. Cass won, but wasn't going to kill the woman as she stated numerous times, although she had grown tired of these usual fights to the death.

Lady Shiva (smirking, wiping blood from her nose): You haven't killed me yet, Cassie. I'm both impressed and perplexed.

Cass (standing triumphantly, fists on her hips): I have told you numerous times I will not take another life. Goodness, you're starting to act like David.

Lady Shiva (sitting up with a pained expression, gently touching her bloody nose): Okay, let's not go that far.

Cass rolled her eyes, a mix of irritation and amusement across her face.

Cass: I didn't even come to fight you. I wanted you to meet somebody. You'll like them.

Lady Shiva (raising an eyebrow, intrigued): A person for me to meet? Hm, you got the upper hand, so I'll allow it.

Cass nodded, indifferent to her mother's opinion, and left the room to fetch the person, returning with Jason Todd in his Red Hood suit.

Cass (gesturing): Lady Shiva, this is my—

Lady Shiva (excitedly interrupting, eyes sparkling): You have a boyfriend!

Both Cass and Jason were taken aback by the question. They exchanged bemused glances before Jason took a few steps forward, stifling a laugh.

Cass (flustered, pointing at Jason): Um, he's not my—

Lady Shiva jumped to her feet and clapped eagerly.

Jason (amused): Aww you both clap, didn't know that was hereditary.

Cass (blushing): Jason, quiet. Shiva, I've never seen you react like this.

Lady Shiva (giddy): I can't help it, I usually can keep myself calm, but I finally meet a partner of hers. You know, I thought you and that Stephanie girl were going to get together, and I support it. She's better than the other seedy options. But Red Hood… I'll allow it. I've heard so much about him. Do I see grandbabies?

Jason was about to tell a lie, but Cass held up her hand while covering his eyes.

Cass (growing increasingly flustered): No! Wait, you'd give a pass for Stephanie? I'll… go back to that later, but he's not my boyfriend! He is my brother!

Lady Shiva (shocked): I never had a son… did that bastard cheat on me?!

Cass (exasperated, throwing her hands up): How does that make any sense? You aren't together and you said you'd screw Batman over David.

Lady Shiva (curious): Is he single yet?

Jason (chuckling under his breath, trying to keep it quiet): This is gold.

Cass glared at him for a moment, then turned her annoyance back to her mother.

Cass (firmly, arms crossed): Remember when Batman, who is in a committed relationship, adopted me because David is a monster? He has sons and Jason is one of them! Jason is my brother now. We're close and I wanted you to meet him because… Well you two share some ideals.

Jason (quickly correcting): One ideal. Only one! I would never kill Cass though, I tolerate her the most.

Cass glanced at Jason then giggled, shaking her head.

Lady Shiva (nodding, recalling): Batman? The one who brought me that skinny white boy and assumed I was his mother? He gave me the truth serum, and I had to set it straight that string bean wasn't related to me—

Jason (insulted, taking a step forward): I was a teenager at the time, harlot!

Cass stepped in front of Jason, pushing him back with a scolding glare, while Lady Shiva studied the taller man, tilting her head with a quizzical eyebrow raise.

Lady Shiva (smirking, eyes narrowing playfully): Oh, you're the kid? I heard about you, good for you. Someone actually ate their vegetables? I do remember that whiny voice though.

Jason (defensive): Hey!

Cass (interjecting, authoritative): Shiva! Stop being rude. Jason is my baby brother now, and you will be nice to him especially since I won this dumb battle.

Lady Shiva rolled her eyes, but a curt smile crept onto her lips as she extended her hand.

Lady Shiva: Nice to meet you again, Jackson.

Jason (correcting her, slightly exasperated): Jason. My name is Jason!

Lady Shiva (unconcerned): They're both J names.

Jason (crossing his arms, sarcastic): So this is what Rose goes through. I get it now. Yeah Cass I don't care for your womb carrier.

Cass (shrugging, understanding): Excuse her; being a bitch is her usual setting.

Lady Shiva (playfully defensive): Hey! I'm trying to be less of a jaded and cruel woman. You see, I met up with this woman, Talia, and she set me straight. She said she went insane, killed her son because her sister—now that Nyssa is a total bitch—warped her mind to do so. Then her dad—

Jason (interrupting, incredulously): Oh my God, she got parenting advice from Talia?

Cass (bemused): Yeah, I'm not loving where this is going.

Lady Shiva (waving her hand dismissively): Shush, let me finish. She said her father put her in the pit that brought her back to life and restored her mind. Great dad, by the way. She said she met her 'maker' and that it changed her. I doubted it… then I got shot and was dead-dead. Went in the pit, and ta-da!

Lady Shiva held out her hands, as if debuting herself as a new woman, and even did a little spin, her evil grin unwavering. Cass looked at Jason, who merely shrugged laughing.

Cass (hopeful): Right, so you stopped killing people for money and enjoyment?

Lady Shiva placed her hands on her hips, scoffing at the question.

Lady Shiva: I'm going to be better than the sperm donor that helped conceive you, but the fighting and killing, that's who I am.

Cass (resigned): Yeah… To be expected. I surround myself with the people who conflict with my morals, but so does the rest of my family.

Jason (taking that as a compliment): Aww, thanks Cass… That was a good thing right?

Cass nodded.

Lady Shiva (sincere): I'm happy for you sticking to your morals, Cassandra. Well since you and your "brother" did visit and you won our match, would you like a snack? I have these sugary cakes that are big in America. Little Debra is the name.

Cass was about to decline, but Jason walked past her eager to eat the desserts.

Jason: Hold on, sis, I love Little Debbie cakes! We can spend a few minutes here.

Cass sighed, placing a hand on her forehead and a small smile on her face. She shrugged, accepting this aspect of her life.

[laswells-ashtray]

IDEA TIME:

Sergeant (dragon hybrid) Price sees Macmillan take a blow from another team’s angry captain during a meeting and goes off the charts, damn near ripping the guy limb from limb.

It takes Mac, his team, the other team, and hybrid specialists to pull John off the bloodied and mangled Captain before detaining him(muzzle, gloves, huge metal cuffs) and throwing him in a cell until he calmed down.

Mac tries to go see him but they don’t let him through which pisses him off to no end because, why aren’t they letting him see his sergeant?

When they do two days later, Mac’s heart clenches at the sight of John; he looked worse for wear sitting in that corner. Like a rabid animal willing to strike at anything that comes too close. He doesn’t even bother to look up when Mac is allowed entry into the room, just continues staring at his- still bloodied- gloves with a detached look that MacMillan has never had the luck of seeing.

It’s then that he finds out about the trial they’re putting him on. Higher ups said that Mac obviously doesn’t know how to control the boy, so they’ve already found someone who can, and unluckily for the both of them the person they chose is an asshole who’d misuse and hurt John whenever they could.

As soon as Mac learned this, he was already coming up with a plan in his head, because nobody, and I mean nobody would be bringing harm to his sergeant.

When he walks in and sees John like that, his heart stops. He looks skittish like that stray cat Mac so often compares him to.

He approaches in silence, stopping in front of John and taking the younger man's face in his hands to look him over.

"Christ, son."

"Don't."

No-one is there but it wouldn't matter if anyone was, he ever so gently wraps his arms around his sergeant and pulls him towards his chest, careful not to knock his wings. He offers John the kindness of pretending he can't feel him trying to clutch at his shirt even with the gloves.

"Did they tell you-"

"Aye, a ken."

And when MacMillan finds out who was personally responsible for the final decision, he'll have their head. Not before digging up every single blacked-out file that Captain Steven has ever been involved in and threatening to do irreparable damage to his career and expose several long-buried missions on the territory that he had no place in. He'll pull out all of the stops, he'll ruin his own career to get John free if he has to.

He'll find a way, it isn't the first time he's buried a soldier who still has a pulse.

"Does Nik know?"

The question surprises him, John sounds so meek and unlike himself. It makes his skin crawl.

"No, son. He's still away doing whatever the fuck he's doing. Don't know when he'll be back."

"Hm."

"I'll get you out of this, I will."

"Hm."

"I will, John. I'm bringing you home one way or another."

[songmingisthighs]

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ch. xxii - that's so gay

neurosurgeon!hongjoong × reader

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where love and peace is held, i never expected for this to happen. i planned and i planned, i expected, and i hoped, but it was never you. you held what i wanted hostage to make room for you, the thing that i needed but has no means of acceptance. deny me, live your best life.

From the moment you and Kijoong stepped into the gym, Kijoong immediately tried to run away from you to try one of the gym equipments. You had to wrangle the boy into your arms as you gave the front desk your information and told him that you had an appointment with the owner's son. It didn't help that the front desk dudebro was staring at you like a piece of meat.

A gym rat milf enthusiast. Original.

"Hi!"

You turned your head to the source of the voice and was met with a guy in black t-shirt and sweatpants that looked like he just stepped off a calvin klein photoshoot. Honestly, it made you blush a little but you did your best to not appear flustered, standing up with Kijoong in your arms with a smile on your face. "Hi, you must be Stan!" You said, making San crack a grin and chuckle slightly, "Actually, it's San," bending down slightly, he locked eyes with Kijoong who was looking at him curiously, "And you must be Kijoong! Uncle Wooyoung told me a lot about you!" Hearing the familiar name, Kijoong straightened up, "You know Woo?" He asked in squeak, "Of course I do! He told me your nanny here wanted you to try some classes, huh? Why don't we go check them out, does that sound good?"

Kijoong looked between San and you, unsure how to answer. But you shrugged, "It's up to you bud," you encouraged. "Well maybe you don't know what classes we have. Currently for kids, we have classes in gymnastics, tumbling, and a couple of martial arts classes," San explained, trying to offer options to aid the boy in his dilemma. You cringed at the first two ideas though, "Yeah, he's already hyper as it is, we don't wanna turn running around in the house into catapulting his body onto the wall with precision." San couldn't help but laugh at your joke, finding it amusing that you were effortlessly funny. "Of course," he said after his laughter died down but letting the smile on his face remain, "Well let's have Kijoong try some classes, hm? Our kiddy Karate class is going on right now and let's see how he likes it."

While Kijoong joined the Karate class, you and San sat at the back, watching the class progressed but mostly having a nice chat.

"I have something to admit," San's voice broke your concentration from seeing Kijoong looking at you like he wanted you to hold him, "I actually recognize you. Wooyoung talks a lot about you," San said sheepishly. Your eyes widened but almost immediately it furrowed, "Wait, how much is 'a lot'? It can't be that much, right?" San took a moment to think of an answer that allows you an insight as to how often Wooyoung talks about you. "Well, I know you both met because he got into an argument with your cousin, Jongho when Jongho moved into his dorm complex in college his second year and you had dragged them out of their stupid, petty feud literally to the lobby and force them to apologize to each other in public," San answered after contemplating. You couldn't help but feel a little impressed at his knowledge but also confused as to why Wooyoung would share about you and your cousin. "Okay that means he talks about me quite a lot," you chuckled.

Conversation with San flowed rather smoothly and you found yourself talking about choice of career path and even telling him about how you ended up being Kijoong's nanny all the while making sure the boy was still listening to the instructor up front. The conversation started with your college days and his and he talked about how he ended up managing the gym with his dad which he was against of initially because he didn't want his love for exercising and taekwondo to be diminished to numbers and maintaining a brand. You were rather impressed with how he pitched the kiddy classes to his dad and had to convince him for 3 months straight before he said yes and not a year later they expanded and moved to the current building. He has tenacity, potential, personality, and passion. You kind of saw why Wooyoung befriends him and even became roomates.

It was about fifteen minutes into the class when Kijoong came trodding with a deep pout, climbing on your lap and burrying his face on your shoulder. "I'on like this class," he whined, arms tightening and face nuzzling deep. You scoffed and tried pulling the boy back but he was clinging onto you for dear life, "Kijoong, buddy, you're not even giving this class a chance, you've been looking back at me this whole time! You can't say you don't like something when you haven't put in the effort which includes concentration like the other boys here," you sighed. Hearing your words, Kijoong pulled back and batted his eyelash at you, trying to melt your resolve but unfortunately you were not about to fall victim to his manipulation. The same can't be said about San who was wracking his brain trying to think of ways to engage the child. "You gotta try, buddy," you pointed out unwaveringly which furrowed Kijoong's eyebrows as he side-eyed San who was trying his best to not grab the boy and give him some candy. "He's a boy, why does he get to stay here and talk to you?" He scowled.

You were about to scold Kijoong when San answered without missing a beat, "Because I don't do Karate, I'm a Taekwondo athlete. Well, former." That piqued Kijoong's interest as seen from his twinkling eyes, "My uncle Bumjoong knows Taekwondo!" He exclaimed, loosening his grip on you to turn towards San, "How do you do Taekwondo?" He asked, head tilting to the side in intrigue. "Why don't I show you? My kiddy Taekwondo class is over but we can check out the classroom and try things out," he smiled at Kijoong who immediately tried to make a dash through the door but you knew better and wrap your arms around his torso. "Are you sure you can give him a private trial like that?" You weren't really worried about access as much as being a bother because he's the owner's son and he was going out of his way to show things himself. Kijoong, on the other hand, didn't care as he dangled in your arms while still trying to make his escape to check out the Taekwondo class.

San waved his hand and stood up, "Nah, I need to make sure we have enough tiles for next week's mid class practice which is for kids ages 12-16. May I?" San opened his hands in front of Kijoong, hinting that he wanted to take the boy out of your grip. You would be hesitant or even reluctant had it not been for the fact that Kijoong was trying to claw his way into San's arms and when you let go of the boy, instead of having San carry him, Kijoong grabbed San's hands and tried pulling him towards the door. TRIED being the operative word since San didn't even move an inch, only staring at the boy with amusement in his eyes.

Just as you thought they would walk out first, San (unbothered with Kijoong's attempt to drag him away) turned around and offered you a hand to help you get up which made you blush because it wasn't like you had any issue. His gentlemanly manners shone as he opened the door for you even when Kijoong was whining for him to hurry up (which earned him a light scolding for being rude) and had moved to dangling off of San's strong arm. You all but stare at how San wasn't affected at all by Kijoong's constant attempt to move him. Once again, you found yourself amused and impressed by San and you couldn't help but pat yourself on the back, feeling sure that this was going to be a good thing for him. And maybe for you.

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[the-words-we-sung]

Thoughts and pictures - S3E1

So after digesting my first watch a little bit, I'm starting my rewatch of this season and I'll share a few thoughts and reactions (and screenshots) because I can't keep it all to myself 😱

I was happy that we dived directly into the (sort of) trial and confrontation between Wilhelm, Simon and August. I do wonder how much time passed between the speech and this scene though. It sets the tone for the entire season for Wilhelm: he's gonna be alone, with no support whatsoever from his parents. He enters the room alone, his parents arrive after him and his mother doesn't even look at him... Simon arrives with his mother and August with his stepdad. But Wilhelm has to deal with the situation alone (aka how to get incredibly mad at Kristina barely 5min into the season 😤)

Simon looks so pretty and so sad. (And how did Omar manage to look even younger this season??) He wants to be done with this whole thing. Also I checked but 1.2 millions kronor is not as much as I thought it would be (it's apparently around 107 000€, which is not bad, but I was expecting more)

I see what you did there Simon 😏 (Can someone gif this scene and put it in parallel with Wilhelm seeing Simon's room for the first time and saying "cozy" in season 1? :p)

The boys coming back to the meeting: very smooth. Nobody knows what you were doing. Nop. Not at all. (We can see Linda kinda smirking when Simon sits back whereas Kristina looks like she just ate a very sour lemon). Wilhelm arranging his hair and Simon smiling at him: they might be in the middle of an important meeting and at the Palace but they're still 2 teenage boys in love (and I love them for that 💜)

Rickard looked and sounded like such an idiot in the previous seasons that I didn't expect him to actually be competent! But I guess we were mostly seeing him through August's eyes... I know Rickard said he was the best lawyer in the country but I have to admit that I thought he was just bragging ^^' Also: August is such an asshole. Did he really need to rile up Wilhelm like that? He's got quite the confidence to attack him and tell him how he just fuck things up on his own, in front of everyone like that, including the queen. Who, again, is not defending her son!! She tells them to shut up but she says nothing to August for talking like that to her son 😠

(They look like they've been called to the principal office). Kristina doesn't look at them immediately, she looks at Erik's picture on her desk first. Then she looks at August. And then finally at Wilhelm. She is so awful to him this season... Right from the start. And then she breaks down crying for Erik.

While Wilhelm holds her. I wasn't expecting to see her grieve so much this season. We didn't see that at all in season 2. Is it because she repressed all of her emotions too much? I hate that she breaks down like that just after Wilhelm publicly coming out. How can she not be there for him. I get that it must be hard to lose a son, but she still has a very alive one, who needs her.

Kristina is not getting redeemed in this season but Linda kinda is! I was super happy to see her get in mama bear's mode at the trial ^^ It was about time!! But here: I'm sorry Linda but it's not your son's role to keep you updated about what's going on in your house! You're the mother! Stop putting everything on this kid's shoulders!! Maybe he never tells you but do you ever ask??

Simon being truly angry at Sara is so good. I am so happy so he's able to feel that way and to not feel like he has to repress it, to forgive her, to help her. She did something truly bad and he's allowed to be mad. Also look at his angry lil' face 💜

In things that made me laugh: Wilhelm's reaction and face to learning that Simon is grounded all semester xD He was talking all smoothly/flirty and then his tone changes so dramatically when he realizes he won't be able to get his boyfriend in his bed very soon! Horny boy is horny (and frustrated :p)

This faaaaaace ☹

I'm happy to see that Simon still has Ayub and Rosh here to support him. I wish they would have told him that replying to comments online was a bad idea though. You know the saying kids: don't feed the trolls!!

Wilhelm looks like such a normal teenager when he gets back to his room. First time we see him so carefree. It breaks my heart to know that on the other side Simon is so unwell already.

Wilhelm waking up happy and smiling. And being just a teenager (for the first time in a very long time): thinking about his boyfriend, redrawing the heart on his hand. It's such teenager things!! My boy just wants to have a normal life... (And then he's immediately reminded that he's actually not just a regular teenager with Farima's text).

Simon's worried face when he asks about Wilhelm's initiation. You can see he's truly horrified at the idea that he might have gone through what's been described in the article.

And then it starts: the piling up of everything on Wilhelm's shoulders. First his mother looking really unwell and breaking down (even though she hasn't been said to be officially ill yet), and now the negative impact of his speech on the school... Which Vincent takes great pleasure in reminding him about.

This first episode is really good at setting things in motion. We see already the beginning of what's gonna go down during this season: Simon not feeling well, dealing with online hatred, struggling with his new place next to Wilhelm in the spotlight. And Wilhelm trying to finally live a carefree life at school with his boyfriend now that he's officially out but slowly getting crushed under the pressure of his role as Crown Prince and the increasingly obvious lack of support from his parents.

[spinji]

Do you have any idea why Nana continued to dehumanize Shigaraki after learning that her murderer groomed him to be evil?

I think what a lot of people don't get with the whole "you might have to kill Shigaraki" thing is that Nana (and Torino by extension) aren't removing his autonomy when they say that.

At a certain point, it doesn't matter who's fault it is for turning someone into a villian. The entire purpose of Deku's rematch with Muscular is to make it clear that some people aren't going to stop destroying things and hurting people by talking about their abusive dad or their dead mom or whatever tragic circumstances led them here.

Tomura has also reached a similar point, refusing to compromise on his goal to destroy the causes of his suffering. That includes both All for One and the society that left him to rot. AFO meticulously planned a lot of Tenko’s misfortune but he didn't manipulate the strangers that passed him on the street. He didn't create that feeling of abandonment, only pointed it in the wrong direction. Tomura not making this choice for himself because he was groomed genuinely doesn't matter anymore because these are his choices now. He's shown multiple times to understand that AFO is using him against All Might and for his own ends, but he doesn't try to get away and turn to the heroes; he tries to get away so he can be a villian on his own terms.

It's easy to forget, since he's the protagonist, but Izuku's optimism about saving the crying boy at the core of who Tomura is, is a massive outlier and his leaps in logic aren't always solid. Nana is very callous when she talks about it, my personal guess is it's because she's still not fully willing to face her sense of guilt that her attempt to save her son from AFO led to the creation and abuse of Tomura. But she is still correct, regardless of what pain lingers inside Tomura, it is too late to help him.

Even when Izuku reaches his hand to Tenko when he is at his absolute most vulnerable, he maintains his loyalty to the league. He's been cast from society for so long that there's nothing that can convince him to stop. He would rather die destorying than live in a world he couldn't change.

In fact most of the major deaths in the league maintain this theme. Twice would rather die fighting than let his friends get screwed over by his own shortcomings again. Toga would rather die a free girl that lived as she pleased than fall in line with society. The heroes didn't choose to kill any of them from the outset, they could have gone quietly at any time to save their own skin, but their cause was more important.

This is what Nana means when she maintains that Shigaraki dying is a possiblity that needs to stay on the table, because he won't allow anything that isn't victory or death. It's tragic but I think it helps convey the message that the ending wants to, that change in how we treat the strange and disparaged doesn't just need to happen, but it needs to happen sooner. You can't just wait until a villian tries to blow up the country to try and help them, you need to give that kindness to everyone before those villians can even exist.

Sorry this got off topic because I really hate how people simplify the ending as bad writing when to me it seems really obvious that Horikoshi was going for a bittersweet ending with the league. They did destroy society but didn't live long enough to see what it rebuit into because even trust in one person trying to save them isn't enough when you're this far gone.

Either way, Horikoshi's writing style leads to a lot of necessary intuiting about the characters to actually understand the motivations for how they act. I think Nana ends up being a particularly rough victim of this because her stoicism and blunt attitude is very obviously supposed to be a front.

She opened herself up to others and All for One killed her loved ones, so she guards her heart the best she can to avoid showing more weaknesses. She does feel like a failure to her legacy; she never fully believes she made the right choices regarding Kotaro or Tomura. But if she cracks then not only is she done but AFO will make it his duty to twist the knife and hurt the people she cried for too.

She's a contrast to Izuku serving as a cautionary what-if scenario if Izuku's big open heart just makes more people targets by association (which it does!). She's not entirely right when she calls Tomura a monster but she isn't being entirely honest with herself either.

[2af-afterdark]

Son of Hell - Chapter 5

Fandom: What in Hell is Bad? Characters: Satan, Leviathan, Minheyok, Ppyong, Kox, MC, Original Child Character(s) Content: Post-canon, omegaverse, Canon typical violence Word Count: 1,820

“Hello your majesty Leviathan. Hello again, Ra-on.” Kox greeted as the family walked through his door. “It's been a while Minhyeok!”

Minhyeok's face twisted into confusion as he looked at the small flying goat demon. “Have we met before?”

“He wouldn't remember you or anyone else,” Leviathan said with an annoyed tone that made it clear he did not want to be explaining such rudimentary information.

Ppyong nodded in agreement, as if he was sharing in Leviathan’s knowledge. “Mr. Minhyeok visited a few times, but he wouldn't be allowed to take those memories back with him so he'll have to meet everyone again.”

Minhyeok continued to look between all parties present with confusion before his eyes landed on Ra-on. 

They shrugged. “I told you when I came back that your visits meant everything to me.”

“I thought you were speaking in metaphors or referring to the messages I sent back with Ppyong.” He released his hold on the suitcases and walked up to Ra-on, placing a hand against their cool cheek. “I can't believe I was denied knowing that you were alright, even though I saw you.”

“Minheyok!” Ra-on covered Seo-jūn's eyes. “Not in front of everyone…”

“Mr. Minhyeok and Mx. Ra-on are being lovey dovey,” Ppyong said with a wide smile and pride that he had kept their relationship alive as best he could while they were separate.

“Shut up.” Leviathan glared at them as a collective group.

The adults in the room went silent immediately upon feeling Leviathan’s overwhelming aura and domineering pheromones that commanded respect. Even the beta were heeled by his presence and power.

Seo-jūn, on the other hand, gasped. “Mama! Papa! He said a no-no word!”

Ra-on giggled at Seo-jūn’s lack of fear in the face of a king of Hell – one of the strongest alpha alive. “Yes. He's a naughty man. Should we put him in timeout?”

“I will not be treated like a child.”

And, just like that, all the tension was dissipated.

Seo-jūn grabbed Ra-on's hand, slipping his fingers between theirs to pry them apart so he could see the man who had picked them up. He was a tall man with a mean face, but that didn't affect Seo-jūn

“We gotta listen to Mama. Papa said so.”

“I don't have to listen to this human.”

Seo-jūn gasped. He had never conceived of disobeying his parents before. “That's bad. You gotta follow the rules.”

Before Leviathan could lose his temper with the child, Minhyeok pinched Seo-jūn's nose. It wasn't hard, but enough to remind the child that he was being rude and that he had to check his behavior.

“I've told you before, haven't I?” Minhyeok started to explain. “Some rules are followed by everybody but some rules are only followed by certain people. You listen to us because the rule is that you listen to your parents. Are we Mr. Leviathan's parents?”

Seo-jūn jutted out his bottom lip and looked down, clearly demonstrating that he was upset for being chastised. “No…”

“That’s right.” Minhyeok rubbed his head, mussing his violet hair. “Now, can you be a big boy and admit that you made a mistake?”

Seo-jūn looked up briefly, then looked back down. He glanced left and right before finally building up his nerve and looking into Leviathan's eyes. “I'm sorry, Mr. Lebiatan.”

The anger in Leviathan’s eyes didn't vanish, but became mixed with jealousy at a life he didn't have. If Seo-jūn had been raised in Hades, he would not have made such a blunder in social expectations. He would know what rules were to be followed and would know them diligently even at such a young age. Instead, Seo-jūn had the unruliness of a mortal child and his guiding influence was a man he only tolerated as an inevitably.

Leviathan glared at Ra-on. “Teach him better or I will hang him.”

Ra-on glared right back at him. “You cannot hang a child.”

“Then I'll hang the ones who failed to teach him better.”

He gave a meaningful glare to Minhyeok before he started to walk away.

Ppyong, who had chosen to strategically stay silent during the exchange, flew between Minhyeok and Ra-on. His face was beaming as he excitedly said, “Little Seo-jūn is so brave, just like his majesty Satan!”

Minhyeok only smiled and redirected the thought he could tell was brewing in Ppyong's head. “He gets it from his Mother.”

“His father is the one who taught it to him,” Ra-on responded, having understood what Minheyok was trying to do.

Ppyong's eyes began to water. “Such a beautiful relationship.”

Knox, the other lesser devil that had been listening without trying to draw Leviathan’s ire, nodded in agreement.

“Come!” Leviathan ordered from further away.

“Where are we going?” Ra-on asked after him. “I thought no one had agreed to where we'll be staying yet.” 

Ra-on wasn't concerned about the kings allowing the three of them to stay in a given kingdom, but more worried about the fights that would start if the kingdom they stayed in was not agreed upon.

“Then isn't it obvious that you will be staying in Hades since I am here.” He refused to wait for the others to reach the logical conclusion that Hades was the best place for Ra-on – and Seo-jūn and Minhyeok, he supposed – to stay.

Ra-on inhaled deeply before handing Seo-jūn to Minhyeok without a word.

They whispered, “Don't let him watch this and don't panic, no matter how ugly this may get. And it will probably get really ugly.”

Minhyeok wasn't sure what Ra-on was planning, but he took Seo-jūn without question.

As soon as Seo-jūn was out of Ra-on arms, they motioned for Ppyong to come closer so they could whisper in his ear. It was the same thing they were about to tell Leviathan, but Ppyong was to deliver the message to the meeting of the kings so they could prepare. 

Ppyong nodded and, as fast as his wings could carry him, he flew out of Kox's domain and headed into Hell proper, even passing Leviathan himself.

Ra-on steeled their nerves and walked closer to Leviathan. “We're staying in Gehenna.”

Leviathan stopped in his tracks, his ice cold eyes glancing back at Ra-on as if they had said something stupid.

“I wasn't asking for your opinion.”

“And I didn't give you permission to order me around.”

Leviathan flicked his fingers. Ropes seemed to lower from the heavens themselves – a poor turn of phrase given Leviathan was the devil king that most hated angels and Heaven alike – and wrapped themselves around Ra-on. Or, they at least attempted to.

Rather than tightening themselves around Ra-on's neck and limbs as Leviathan willed, the rope seemed to capture golden pillars instead. 

It had been some years since Ra-on used the magic afforded to them by their contracts, but they had come a long way since their early days of activating their abilities by accident. Now it was purposeful, planned, innate.

“You dare circumvent my punishment?” Leviathan’s voice burned with anger.

“As if I'd allow you to hang me in front of my husband and child.”

Leviathan’s anger only grew at hearing Ra-on call Minhyeok their husband. 

They ignored his fury, however. Instead, they turned back to look at Minhyeok who was staring at them wide-eyed and breathing heavily as he forced Seo-jūn to keep his face turned in the opposite direction.

They smiled at him to signal that they were alright and had things under control.

“We're going to stay in Gehenna,” they started to speak to Leviathan despite still looking at the family they had built, “because the citizens there already know Minhyeok and will be accepting of Seo-jūn. It'll be easier for them to both adjust.”

Hopefully, Leviathan would understand the logic behind choosing Gehenna as their starting place of residence.

“Hades is safer, which is the reason you decided to come back to Hell in the first place.”

“It's cold and gloomy. That's no place to raise a young child. Gehenna is warm and inviting.”

“It's constantly under attack by Heaven and is in ruin,” Leviathan continued to argue.

“It's nowhere near as bad as when I first arrived, plus everyone has their powers back and it's fortified.”

Leviathan scowled, thinking Ra-on a hopeful idiot.

“Besides,” Ra-on said, “it's only to start. You know I never stayed in one kingdom the whole time. Once Minhyeok and Seo-jūn have gotten used to Hell, we can decide on a more permanent residence. Or maybe we'll travel between the kingdoms like I used to.” 

“You-”

“Gehenna will welcome anyone who comes with good and honest intentions.”

The voice that interrupted the tense exchange was like water in the desert to Ra-on.

Satan casually walked into Kox's domain, the barrier between the waiting room and Hell glowing a radiant white behind him.

Leviathan squinted at Satan. “Why are you here?”

As if on cue, Ppyong appeared from just behind Satan. “Mx. Ra-on asked for his majesty Satan!”

“Do you think me unable to watch over you?” Leviathan’s voice was accusatory toward Ra-on.

“You are very capable,” Ra-on clarified, “but you are also very stubborn.”

They pointed to the ropes choked around their golden pillars to prove their point. 

“Point is,” Satan said, “Ra-on's chosen Gehenna and everyone agreed that their wishes will be honored.”

Leviathan looked annoyed, especially because he did not agree to those terms, but he wasn't willing to argue with idiots.

“I will not be a danger to Hell, no matter what kingdom I may be in.” Ra-on reaffirmed the contract they had just signed with him. “Believe in me, Leviathan.”

He looked at them with harsh eyes that demanded that, not only should they hold true to their word, but so should their guests, or else he would remove the threat to Hell personally. Even after all the progress they had made, he was still the same man he had always been. But, the fact he was willing to give them a chance to prove their words was already a sign that he put some amount of faith in them, and that didn't count for nothing.

“Papa, we live here?” Seo-jūn finally asked, wondering why they had yet to leave the room they were in.

Minhyeok smiled at the child, but his eyes were questioning Ra-on. They smiled back at him, telling him that everything had been worked out.

They went back to the two, grabbing the suitcases so Minhyeok could continue to hold Seo-jūn.

“We're going to follow Mr. Satan here.” Ra-on motioned to the man. “You'll get to see Mama's old room.”

Seo-jūn seemed excited at the news. “Wanna see! Wanna see!”

“Alright,” Satan said. “Then let's return to Gehenna.”

Ppyong and Seo-jūn seemed excited. Minhyeok and Ra-on wanted to settle down. Satan was already planning to drag Ra-on and Minhyeok out drinking to greet all of Gehenna. And Leviathan was seething as he returned to Hades.

[minniiaa]

Hehehe, I was hoping you'd like that idea though I don't think I ever saw your puppy Law post, I'll look for it at some point lol

As for the reason behind Law's sudden shift in affection… I didn't think about it until now. I woke up with a mission and nothing more! But now that you mention it, I have formulated a few of my own theories and also have chosen to take one of yours and run, sprint even.

I really like the idea of Law, who's been surrounded by death since he was barely double digits, suddenly gets hit with the weight of mortality. He never got the time for a grieving process, his parents and little sister died while he was trying to survive exactly what killed them and I doubt a 10 year old of any academic achievements could process that by himself. Cora died as soon as he was given a chance, a reason to hope again, Law was beaten and scorned at 13, he was tired but he couldn't bring himself to disrespect Corazone's last wish by allowing himself to die. He lived for years not for himself but for a man who risked it all for him, for parents who never got to see their son become a doctor, for a sick little sister who waited in a closet for her big brother, Law grew up living for anyone but himself because if he did he would find no reason behind it. So while he sits in a secluded corner of the hospital after that day's butcher's bill surpassed yesterday's, his mind slows down to try remembering some of those faces and names he couldn't save but for some ungodly reason all that comes to mind is Lami, Cora, his parents and suddenly the familiarity of death is no longer *just death*. Now it's a crooked smile that would need braces in a few years, grey hair, and that welcomed, looming figure behind him no longer being so tall, but none of that happened and Law, for the first time in 18 years, realizes he was robbed. Maybe it's a bit silly for a doctor to feel the weight of mortality at 28 years old, it's a feeling he needed though, that feeling sending him into an upward spiral quicker than he ever thought possible.

My own first thought, however, involved a play on the interaction between Law and Sengoku at the end of Dressrosa. Law's a surgeon known for having direct correlation with one of the most cruel crime families in the country, and while he has earned the legal trust of the police, one too many of them remember Law when he was that dickhead teen, so Sengoku tries saving as much face he can with his fellow officers by catching Law alone and briefly (Sengoku is holding back a lot) tries to bestow some grandpa wisdom onto him because his boy died for the one in front of him now. Sengoku wishes he could invite Law to his empty home for rice crackers and tea, or maybe coffee, Cora preferred coffee too. Law wants to know the man who raised the one who saved his life. Did Cora get his smile from Sengoku? They could both talk each other's ears off about one man but only Law gets answer before parting ways because above all else, Sengoku wanted Law to know that his son, his Rosinante, did not save him to fulfill a mission or some savior complex, he saved Law because he saw the life in a dying boy's eyes.

Second thought features, get this, living Cora!! I actually don't care much for angst, I want angst the way I want a bandaid on my arm. I know ripping it off is more beneficial but has anyone ever considered that I'm a little bitch? I digress though. Cora is fucking estatic when Law, very begrudgingly, admitted to be seeing someone. Sure Law has been in relationships before, however Law never let him know about said relationships until well AFTER they broke up, so to hear Law talk about his current partner at all automatically has him rooting in this mystery person's corner. The long awaited question finally can be asked, “When can I meet him?”. First of all, how did he know Luffy's a guy, Law hadn't said his name yet, second, never ever in the history of ever. He can't give up though, and Cora pushes Law to introduce him, saying he'll even wait a few months into the relationship so they don't feel rushed. Luffy and Law had been dating for AT LEAST a year at that point. Cora chooses to ignore that in the moment when Law breaks that news to him. Law is, honestly, a little flabbergasted by Cora’s investment in his love life, probably tries joking about showing Cora how to use tinder before it boils down and Law has to genuinely ask Cora why he's being so “weird” about Law's romantic life. Cora… Cora kinda just deadpan stares at Law out of complete shock at the realization that Law is being serious. With a tone akinned to one you would use when explaining to a child why Fido had to go to “the farm”, Cora absolutely dumps everything Law has done that's made him worry since learning of Law's romantic life. He recognized some of the names of Law's past partners, and he recognized them for a reason. It wouldn't have taken much from Cora to make Law realize just how stupid his question is, but Cora also wants Law to know just how special this person is for them to be having this conversation now. Law has always known how special Luffy is in comparison to his past relationships, but he's never had the right words to describe such facts, thanks to Cora of course.

Overall, the idea is that someone/something happens to make Law actually process his life/mindset which in turn makes him see clearly just how much Luffy has always meant to him. I dunno if I properly expressed just how little introspection Law has had to have done for him to break at 28 but my hands hurt from typing so I pass the baton to you in this relay race.

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Yes, amazing anon! This is my personal favorite of the three (probably due to the expansion of my previous idea). I love your description of Law's relationship with mortality through the deaths of his parents, Cora, and Lami. How he doesn't realize until he's so much older and instead of making him feel downtrodden and even more sad, he almost feels relieved knowing that death is no longer looming behind him. Perhaps he's realizing his own mortality and knowledge that his life can be taken from him just as quickly as theirs. Now that this has finally clicked in his head (he knows it should have years ago he's a surgeon for fucks sake he watches people die everyday) he wants to live his life and love Luffy the way they both deserve to be loved because it could be over tomorrow.

This conversation with Sengoku is something I always wanted to incorporate into one of my stories and will probably do one day when I find the right one. I wish we knew more about Cora and Sengoku's relationship, they are both such fascinating characters and perhaps Law is understanding that Sengoku helped Cora grow some of his more admirable traits, like his desire to do the right thing and his ability to love so deeply. I firmly beleive Sengoku is a good man he just is not on the side of the story that we root for in One Piece and thus we see him as a villain but that's a topic for another day. But yes, the revelation of Cora saving him simply because he wanted to see Law live and be happy is something that can allow Law to truly move on. He's always been worried about making Cora proud and doing something with his life that is of value but maybe he realizes now that all Cora wanted for him was to be happy. Now he has someone in his life who makes him happier than anything in the world and it's high time he makes sure Luffy knows it.

Living Cora is the best and I used a conversation with him in one of my fics to help Law overcome his fears and tell Luffy he loves him so I am on board with this idea fully. Cora's totally invested in Law's love life, he wants him to be happy and knows that his little guy needs more love than even he can give him. He's been quietly watching from the sideline as Law dates and doesn't even tell him. He sees Law was in clearly unfulfilling relationships and he kept his mouth shut because he knows Law needs to experience life and that some people can't find their prince unless they kiss some frogs. However, now he sees the small changes in Law since he's been in this new relationship. He's less angry, he smiles more, he just overall seems more relaxed than Cora's ever seen him even if he is still the same uptight cranky Law. So he wants to meet Luffy not just to get to know him, but to thank him for finally being the person who can make his adopted son happy. As Cora explains how different Law is from Luffy and how he can just see how much he cares for him, Law sees it too. With a little encouragement from Cora about letting himself bask in the glow of this beautiful love he gets to experience and allow it to overtake him, Law finds himself seeing his point. There's no use in trying to hold back anymore, Luffy is already his and he knows more than anything Luffy just wants Law to give him every piece of him in return. So he does. Shout out to Cora for making Law's blockhead ass stop being so stubborn.

I think Law definitely needs SOME intervening person/event he's just a man so set in his ways whose mindset rarely gets changed. He cares about Luffy more than anything but he's never allowed himself to just let go and embrace what it really means to love and be loved. Once he does, there's no going back. :)

[dlatl98]

Maitimo

Fëanor: Honey. Are you really going to name the baby that? Of course our eldest son is the prettiest baby in the world. But no matter how you think about it, that's the least advantage of our adorable baby. Look at these clever eyes, perfect hands, and a mouth that already feels intelligent! This baby was supposed to be Curufinwe or Nolofinwe! Nerdanel: …….Yes. I'm going to name Nelyo Maitimo. F: ……You saw something. What did you see? N: I didn't see anything that would make you worry. F: I was prepared. With a baby this pretty, does she become a homme fatale? Is he killing the Eldar out of love sickness? N: Your joke sucks. F: No, I'm not joking. I'm serious. Can't you name our son a little more sincerely? Speaking of pretty, this baby has many advantages beyond his beauty, and there will be more in the future! No way……what did you see. N: Probably so. F: Huh? N: That's right. There will be a lot of work, and a lot of things will be accomplished. Maybe he will commit a lot of things. So, as you say, the fact that he's pretty is probably the least worth remembering about him. If everyone recognizes this kid from afar due to his tall stature and red hair, they might interpret it as a warning.

F: Who could such an innocent baby threaten? N: Danger is proportional to ability rather than personality. I can see that this kid has a very strong will. I can see this kid becoming a spark that is bigger than you. It's not like I can see the future, but it feels like I'm standing in front of a big fire. So….. F: ……. N: So, two things. Still, beauty will remain in the end. Everyone may criticize and curse him, but they can't deny the fact that this boy is beautiful. Of all the features that make up this child, it may be the most insignificant and overlooked one, but beauty will remain until the end.

F: Well, if he becomes the person you say she will be, it seems unlikely that she will retain his beauty. Wouldn't it be easy to lose his, so the name would be a mockery? N: Maybe, or maybe beauty is all that remains at the end. F: ……..

N: Or… yes, it is certain that this child will be respected. Everyone will bow their heads. Even his enemies will admire his strength, will, and dignity. There's a good chance that everyone will call this kid commander or some title or something. There will be very few people among those who know him who will call him by his name as an adult. Still, there will be people who will call this child by name… and I want to give them joy. Those people will be a great joy to him. (She was right in many ways, but she was a little wrong about the fact that there would be few people who would call him by his name. His name itself became a symbol, a slogan, an honor, and a disgrace. His name has become so full of his existence that the lovely meanings it originally symbolized have faded. But even so, her words were right. When his loved ones called him Maitimo, joy and affection remained until the very end.) F: Son. Thank me. Because I allowed you to be born to such an amazing mother. Isn't she amazing? N: Son, thank me for my discernment. This mother never compromises when it comes to beauty. F: I'm the one pursuing beauty. Rather, you never carve pretty things. You put truth and the world in them. N: Even in the pursuit of truth. And truth can be ugly, but on the contrary, extreme beauty is only possible when there is truth. F: You really…… N: What am I really? F: That You're great. N: Do you understand now? F: I'm a bit dull, so I have to remind myself every time. Yes. name amilessë whatever you want. It's a decision I don't like, but it's probably the right decision. Right and wrong don't change because of my mood, right

[thebrokenmechanicalpencil]

I'll protect you.

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(Just wanted to make some fluff, because Leo is a great dad ok? Ever watched Brave? Like the relationship between Mucha and Leo is sort like Merida and her Mother. They love each other so much, but they don't communicate very well. Felt like it was needed from the last scene I posted.) (Warnings- None that I can think of, some nightmare stuff in the beginning. Mostly Leo as a dad fluff.)

@redsrooftopprincess mostly to share again :)

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Leo woke up with a solid gasp, his fist slamming into the futon beneath him. Panic tore and flooded his sleep-addled mind, the image burned into his mind’s eye. His little turtle curled in on himself, small enough to fit into his palm, jagged shards of glass sticking out of his small soft shell. Leonardo forced his panting breaths to even, to calm his racing heart. It wasn't real, Mucha was safe. He was the safest he would ever be. Leo felt his breath seize at a loose unchecked thought however, what if he wasn't?

Heart pounding hard in his chest he scrambled up. Straining for unnatural sounds, for his little boy. Leo almost stumbled getting out of his room and down the walkway, his son had said that night that he was “Brave enough to sleep without daddy!” But now, as Leo strode for Mucha’s little hollow, the thought occurred laced with horrible amusement, that maybe Daddy wasn't brave enough to sleep without Mucha. Leo ripped open the room to what had once been just a cubby, now Mucha and Takeko’s clubhouse. A small busted out pipe, that was hardly big enough for Leonardo ten years ago let alone now. Leo strained his eyes in the dark, before he felt himself relax. Mucha was tucked tight into a pile of blankets. Another abandoned blanket, embroidered with stars, he knew belonged to Toni. Leo sighed softly, she had probably hopped ship back into Raph’s nest two hours after they had gone to bed. Leo pressed his hand hard to his chest, heart hammering as he scrutinised the small form among the green blankets.

Darker than his own, his son’s scales shined in the soft lights that hung in the lair. Leo took one last look before letting the tattered curtain fall. For a couple minutes he forced himself to catch his breath and come back to his senses. The dream jumped back to the forefront and he winced hard. With the remnants of the horrible images Leo found himself unable to move away, go back to his rumpled blankets. He continued to stand there, gaze locked on the spots of paint soaked into the fabric of the cloth barrier. Leo found himself not wanting to leave. His heart and feet felt impossibly heavy, keeping him in front of the curtain. Leo felt his arms itch for the younger mutant beyond it. It felt wrong to leave without his little turtle. Leo remembered rolling his eyes over his father’s stories of worrying, now he wondered how in god’s name he survived all the antics of his brothers and himself, when Leo can hardly bear to go back to sleep without his little one in arms reach.

The one who groans and complains at Leo’s early rising, who sticks his cold hands on Leo’s neck just to see the stoic turtle shriek. Leonardo can't help but smile at the memory though, the tinkering giggles. The comforting weight that had slowly gotten heavier on his shoulders, his shell and in the crook of his neck… “Daddy?” Fearless jumped at the soft sleepy voice. He blinks and sees the topic of his thoughts standing in front of him. Mucha yawns loudly, rubbing his eyes. “What're ya doin?” Leo smiles and rubs his face, he hadnt meant to wake him up. “I was just..-Did you have a nightmare?” Leo’s head snaps down to the little turtle, whose face was understanding. “I..Yeah baby I did.” Leo knelt down as Mucha crept forward and hugged him as tight as his little body would allow. “S’okay, ‘m here.” Leo returned the hug, the dark feelings left by the dream slipping away. He held back a soft laugh at the boy’s response, that's what Leo himself had murmured to an upset Mucha many times after a night terror. He let out a breath resting his chin on his son’s head. They sat that way for a moment before Mucha grew restless, Leo released him accordingly. “I think we should go back to sleep.” the little boy said matter of factly. Leo felt his heart sink slightly at the boy’s stern expression. “Ok, Ill be right down the hall if you need me, ok?” Mucha raised his eyebrows sleepily. “You had a bad dream?” Leo nodded slowly. “Mmkay,” Mucha grabbed one of his father’s fingers and tugged him back in the direction of their room. “You can't sleep alone after having a bad dream daddy.” The child sounded exasperated, as if it was foolish for Leo to think any different. Leo stayed put however, “Buddy if you want to stay here you can you don't need to if you want to, Im ok you already made me feel loads better.” He had. Mucha however was having none of it. “Nuhuh! I gotta protect you from all the scary stuff so you can sleep!” Mucha tugged again, face openly stubborn. “That's what you do when I have a scary dream, right?” Leo nodded slowly, his chest warm. He felt his eyes burn, “Yeah baby, god you're brave. You know that?” Leo stood sharply, scooping up his tyke who giggled loudly in response. “Yeah! I'm the bravest ninja ever!” Leo nodded, glowing with pride. “Oh you are, bravest ever.” He nosed the boy who gasped laughing “Daddy noooo! Scary ninja’s dont get boops!” Squealing he wriggled and tried to escape his father’s affections.

As they made it back to their room Leo only answered him with deep chuckles.  Mucha was gasping and giggling tiredly when they made it back to the futon, his small hand planted on Leo’s snout to fend him off. Without letting him loose Leo flopped down, his son curling into his chest. The giggles dampened and both of them relaxed. Leo sighed deeply, tucking the bundle of baby turtle closer. “I love you Daddy.” Mucha sleepily murmured into his shoulder. “I love you too, Mucha.”

[imagine-silk]

Hi! I’ve got a request if you’re still doing fallout 4 ones. Can we have our companions reaction to a SoSu who affectionately treats synths, especially their synth companions, as their grandchildren given most of them were made with Shaun’s DNA?

Like checking in on them a lot, making sure they’re taking care of themselves, being a bit overprotective given the lose of their spouse and Shaun, etc.

》Very cute. I've actually seen a comic that covered this topic kind of by nimblerscout here.

》I'm gonna retcon the plot a bit so the player knows they need to get to the Institute but needs to find a way in. So they know what a synth is and where they technically land on their family tree.

【Cait】 "Should I care? All I'm hearing is there a lot more people on the planet."

At first she doesn't really care, the act is genuine at that point. But when she sees how well you treat them and almost baby them she gets a bit jealous. No one ever did that to her, even when she was young. She will never admit to it, not even if you tried to torture it out of her. If you fawn over one of your grandkids in front of her she'll roll her eyes and look away pouting. Sometimes she'll think about if she's a synth so she can get the same treatment.

【Codsworth】 "Just so you know, I don't expect to make five-hundred lunches everyday."

He supports the idea to a reasonable degree. He loves the idea of you having grandchildren. Maybe you have a little more than the average nuclear family but that's they charm of it, wouldn't you say. That being said he will not allow you to house them all, there's hundreds of them. They can visit but only a few at a time and no more than four can live with you, not including Shaun, he will always make room for the young master.

【Curie】 "Oh my! A gift? Thank you. What a lovely thought."

When she gets her new body you immediately treat her as family. Not that you didn't treat her good before it's just different. And she loves the way you make her feel, absolutely loved and pampered. She doesn't really see anything you do as weird or questions it because you are technically right, she does come from your DNA one generation removed. With her new emotions you help her express what exactly she's feeling and try to give her positive emotions to understand first by giving her gifts or asking what she's working one and allowing her to talk your ear off. She's also the one that is most comfortable calling you grandpa/grandma.

【Danse】 "Good boy."

He was very confused when Dogmeat kept smelling him and basically fell in love with him immediately. Not that he ever really complained about it, he actually got very attached to him. If you were traveling with him Dogmeat would stick to him like glue. After he found out why and that you never told him it fundamentally broke something inside him. You knew and that's why you always tried to steer him to a different path. Your love was not only conditional but irreplaceable and would never stop. Unable to turn to anyone else he leaned into your love, knowing what it meant now. He can't remember the last time someone treated him like a child, not even in his earliest memories.

【Deacon】 "That's better than anything I could come up with."

He thinks it's funny... up until you give him the details about your son and spouse. He'll try to joke on the subject and shows you around the Railroad HQ, introducing who's your grandkids and who are just regular people. Because you have such a personal stake in synths well-being he has no doubt about where your loyalties lie. If you want to keep it a secret he won't tell a soul. You wanna tell the whole Railroad he'll get the equivalent of popcorn ready to watch the whole thing go down. He will also help you deal with Desdemona by stalling her so you can spend as much time with your son as you can.

【Dogmeat】 Sniffs before letting out a happy bark.

He's noticed how you are more protective of some people verses other, and he can tell the difference with how they smell. He can smell if someone is a synth or not which outs a lot of people as a side effect. To make up for it he is extremely protective of them and will go to bat for them as much as he does for you.

【Hancock】 "These are our new brothers and sisters. Give them a warm welcome.

As much as he didn't like the Institute after they were gone and the synths were displaced he had no issue with them, quite the opposite. He is more than willing to integrate them into Goodneighbor safely when news spread that the Institute was gone. Everyone is welcome in all shapes and sizes. When he sees you doting on them every time you visit he laughs. When you tell him they are your grandkids he laughs even more and encourages your behavior. The idea of you having nothing but love for freaks and weirdos makes him happy. You love the residents both old and new so he's all for it.

【MacCready】 "Grandkids? I mean, I guess you could call them that. I'd go for 'clones one generation removed' but whatever you say."

At first he doesn't understand why you even care for them in the first place. Sure they have your DNA but can you even call them your family. Once you explain exactly what happened he imagined if his son grew up and had kids he'd probably kill for them. Still, his son would never have hundreds of kids but he can kind of understand it. If he spots one of them he'll also help them knowing you'll probably pay him for it, or if you already have a close relationship with him because he knows it will make you happy.

【Nick】 "I'm not even sure we come from the same branch. Got a bit too many holes in me, if you know what I mean."

As far as proving you have the same DNA he doesn't really care about that in the slightest. If it makes you happy to believe that he's fine with it. But do not treat him like a child. He'll humor you most days and will allow you to go out of your way to help and protect him but he draws the line at patronizing him. He's mentally older than you and has to deal with weirdos and bigots all the time, don't add to that list of people that annoy him. But if you wanna crack a joke or two about it that's fine by him. Sometimes he even finds it funny.

【Piper】 "You knew?!"

You don't tell her about what Dogmeat does and what it means, you tell her it's just something he does that you can't explain. After you find the Institute expecting your son to welcome you with open arms you find out he's dying. So you spend what time you can spare with him as he slips away inch by inch. Piper doesn't know anything about what you're going through with him though and thinks the only reason you haven't destroyed the Institute is because your little boy is still in there, that you still need to find him or gain a way to access him. When she does find out she's pissed. When you've finally dealt with the Institute, after your son died, you decided to tell her. She doesn't stay mad for very long because you did follow through and ended their reign of terror.

【Preston】 "Can you... maybe help me figure out where to place them?"

He does and doesn't understand. He cares about the hundreds of synths that were displaced and you had a direct cause in that happening. Of course you felt a responsibility to them. But to treat them all as your children was strange to him, even more so when you had a hard time choosing where they should go. They couldn't stay in one settlement, there were too many. He regrets ever going to you to help decide this, you were taking a long time because 'you didn't want to choose favorites between your grandkids'. He ended up taking care of it and watched you say bye to every single one.

【X6】 "Could you refrain from touching me? No, I am not embarrassed, you are dirty."

He tries to avoid your fawning and doting as much as he can, especially while the Institute is running. If you don't listen to him he will eventually get annoyed enough to smack your hand away and tell you to stop again. But after a long period of time he just doesn't comment on it hoping you'll stop one day. You don't. When the Institute is gone and he gets stranded on the surface he better understands where you're coming from and will allow you to dote on him. But he will never allow you to protect him. He will always put himself between you and danger, forcefully if he needs to. You could talk him into most anything, a family picture, give him gifts, in private you can even get him to call you grandpa/grandma. Only in private.

[turtlepoweredstories]

(Prompts: Hucow, Mean Farmer, Bulls)

The smell of the well-worn timber holding you in place was comforting and familiar. You wouldn't say it was your pen but you'd definitely been in here before. You looked out happily at the row of hucows facing you and at the row that stretched out on either side of you. They were all your pens if you thought about it. Your sore tits swung and bulged underneath you as you waited to be hooked up to the milker. You heard a happy, familiar voice and your tail started to switch back and forth as the farmer's son came to a stop in front of you. “There she is. There's my good girl…” Your big ears fluttered as he leaned in to give you some excellent scritches with one hand. With the other he reached down and palmed one of your heavy tits causing you to let out a long moo-an at his touch. “Oh wow. You've got a nice big batch for us today don't you girl…” you snuffle at his arm and try to push him back to suckle on his fingers. He runs a thumb firmly back and forth along your tiny horns, letting the vibrations soothe you just like he knows you like. You happily accept his ministrations until he moves his hand down further near your face and you move your mouth around, catching one of his digits between your lips and happily sucking on it as he grins at you. 

“Haven't you hooked her up yet?” The grizzled old farmer shoulders his son gently out of the way and deftly attaches the milking machines to your swollen tits, causing you to moo-an with delight. “I know she's your favorite but you gotta focus on the job in front of you boy. Now are you fucking her or am I?” The son looks sheepish as your sucking increases as the rhythmic purr of the milking machine works its magic and you start to go cross eyed at the pleasurable gushing. “Well… you know how she loves the bulls… thought maybe we could put a bull with her today…”

The farmer's expression darkened, as he rounded on his son. “Boy, you know damned well I can't allow one of our best milkers to get knocked up and stop producing just because you've got a soft spot for this one. Now if you wont fuck her to help the milk quality for the day then you just step aside and let me do it till your finally ready to step up and do the job properly.” And with a huff he popped the buttons on the front of his overalls and stepped around behind you. He ran a hand appreciatively over your hindquarters and wasted no time at all in mounting you. You let out a happy moo-an as he pushed himself into you, knowing well how good and tasty your milk would be flowing now you were being fucked. The farmer moved like a well oiled machine as he held your tail, pounded into you with his cock and smacked your cute rump. The son continued to ruffle your hair as you looked up happily at him and as your eyes widened and you felt yourself squirt all over his dad he leaned in and gave you a nice, deep kiss. The farmer didn't waste any time and pretty soon he had a tight grip on your tail and hind quarters as he let out a groan of satisfaction and you felt his cum pumping deep into your pussy. 

He did his overalls up and gave you a playful swat on the rump as you wiggled your ass at him, hoping to entice him into mounting you once more. His son broke the kiss, leaned back and sighed. “Sorry girl… maybe tomorrow.” But you could see the doubt in his eyes, you were just too good of a milker. The farmer pointed an accusing finger at him as he wiped the sweat from his brow, “I want them all hooked up double-time and don’t even think of stopping for some fun till every last one of those milky tits are hooked up and being pumped.” He patted you absentmindedly on the rump once more and then headed off. 

The farmer's son sighed again, scritched that spot just behind your ears that you like and moved on to the next stall where his hands deftly and lovingly attached the next set of milking machines to leaking nipples. This was met with moo-ans of delight for the girl in the next stall and he ruffled their hair and stroked their cheek before moving on down the line. Such beautiful hands. You watched the rhythmic sucking of the machine as her eyes crossed and she leaned against the wooden beams of her stall as her legs shook a little. You closed your eyes and lost yourself to the sensation of being milked as well. The relief on your swollen tits, the sensation on your nipples and even the feeling of the cum dripping down your legs rolling together to gently coax another couple of orgasms out of you as you leaned against the solid wood and moo-and happily.

You're so lost in the feeling you don't even know how long it is before there's footsteps and you open your eyes to a familiar, happy face and feel your tail start to switch back and forth. “Hey girl, got a surprise for you…” He leaned forward and pulled a lever and you felt the stall door open behind you. The musky smell of a bull hits your nose and you start to wiggle excitedly as you feel the huge, heavily muscled presence step forward and snuffle at you. The farmer's son grins down at your delighted wiggling and reaches across to massage and grope the tits of the ecstatic hucow in the next stall. “Well let these other girls pick up the milking slack for a while… you've been such a good girl and I think you definitely deserve a treat…” You shiver as the heavyset bull leans down and sniffs at your cummy, sensitive pussy before a rough tongue laps at you. You lean in and press your head affectionately against the young man's stomach as you feel the huge tongue grinding away at your sensitive pussy. Tasting you… Checking your readiness to be bred… You can feel your pussy leaking down the side of your leg so you think you're probably ready and the giant presence behind you huffs in agreement. 

You nuzzle happily against the young man, smelling his arousal as he watches the huge bull roughly manhandling you as you feel his thick cock pressing against your soft opening. He slowly pushes himself into you and your eyes widen as his cock stretches you out. The bull snorts and presses himself in relentlessly until his heavy, pendulous balls are pressed against the back of your thighs. You imagine the amount of cum stored up in those huge balls and let out a long, low moo-an of lust and feel the farmer's son’s cock harden through his overalls next to your face. You nuzzle more forcefully at the young man and gaze up at him adoringly as the bull starts to withdraw and thrust himself into you over and over. The rhythmic nature of his pounding in tandem to the suction of the milking machine still sucking at your giant tits. “That's my good girl… such a good girl…” Your body starts to shake as you cum all over the bulls thick cock, the smell of it spurring him on to thrust faster and harder. The farmers son starts stroking himself through his overalls as he watches you start cumming. The sight and smell of him so close makes your next orgasm follow close behind it and you moo-an at him almost pathetically as the bull slams himself into you over and over. 

The young man finally undoes his overalls and slides them down allowing his cock to bounce free. You let out a squeal of delight as he takes your hair and holds your head still as he slowly pushes his cock into your waiting mouth. The bull lets out a deep, guttural bellow as he slams into you one last time and you feel a torrent of cum flooding into you. He holds himself so tightly against you you can feel his huge balls twitching as he pumps his seed as deeply into you as he can, gunting in satisfaction. The farmers son has held of on his thrusting to watch this deeply erotic scene and allows you a moment to catch your breath as you mo-an around the cock in your mouth. The bull steps back from you, his thick, messy cock slipping out of you with a gush of cum. “Is that better my good girl?” He scritches you behind the ears as you gaze up at him with your eyes full of love, and happily begin to suckle on the cock of the sweet young man in front of you.

[maeswritingnook]

A New Chapter In Our Story

Prompt: Jake and Sherry get a new job positions and have to move their family, but they get a fresh start

Warning(s): None

Rating: E

“I am ready to have a home and not just a house though." Sherry smiled and took one last look at the apartment.

"I just, I never imagined this for me-for us. Don't get me wrong, I love you and I'm so madly in love with our little boy, but I feel like I'm dreaming. I never thought we would slow down a little, get married, have a kid, and now have an official home. I got so used to the fast pace that nothing like this ever crossed my mind."

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Edit September 2023: Just realized in all my other parts Jake doesn’t have a mom so I had to fix that haha

Packing was something Sherry did better when she was alone because when she was in go mode, she was in go mode. She was packing up all the last-minute things they need for their move. They were moving from Washington to Boston. Even with her foot in a boot due to a broken ankle, she received from her last mission, she was kicking ass right now.

Chris, Claire, and Leon had made a couple of trips down to Boston with Sherry to help her move a lot of stuff while Jake stayed back with their son. Sherry figured it was better for Jake to stay back with their seven-month-old so his schedule wouldn't be thrown off.

Leon and Chris had come over right after Jake left so they could take all the bedroom furniture and the last of Aiden's bedroom furniture.

Their son did have an appointment that day so Sherry had Jake take him while she stayed back and packed all the things that they had left at the apartment so they could still live there until they had to leave for Boston.

The move was something very last minute, they only had a month to prepare. After the Chef of the DSO Boston headquarters offered Jake and Sherry a new position there, they had to hurry and find a house.

They were lucky to find a house that wasn't too far away from their new office and big enough for the three of them to live very comfortably.

The decision was hard on Sherry and Jake but since they had worked with the Boston team many times before and every mission they had helped the Boston team on was a success, and the fact that they knew how things operated over there, helped them come to a decision.

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Jake❤️

Hey, just finished up here with Rebecca, are Aiden and I allowed to come home yet?

SuperWife🤍💍

Ha! I know you're joking but no actually. Can you two stay out for a while? I need to focus and get Aiden's room done and I can't do that with you two here. You are both too distracting.

Jake❤️

You know what, I'm gonna take that as a compliment...I guess Aiden and I will find something to do. Need me to pick anything up when I am allowed to come home?

SuperWife🤍💍

Of course, you are...and yes, please! I need more tape for all the boxes I've already packed. Also, send me a picture of our kid, I haven't seen him today!

Jake❤️

Okay and will do! Let me know if you need anything else.

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Sherry put her phone back in her pocket and looked at her son's room and sighed, she had started packing clothes, diapers, and other things like that the night before when he was asleep. She knew his room was going to take her a while, not only because of how much stuff he had but because of how emotional it was for her.

After about two and a half hours, Sherry could hear the sound of the door being opened and closed.

"We're back!" Jake called out from the front door. He was shocked to see almost everything packed and ready to go.

"I'm in Aiden's room!" Sherry called back. Jake smiled and then walked through the small, almost completely empty, apartment to their son's room.

"Looks like you've been doing a lot of work while we were gone, supergirl." Jake chuckled.

"I've been putting off his room all morning, it's kinda sad to take all his things down and put them in boxes." Sherry looked around at the almost empty nursery. It made her sad to see all his pictures and things put away.

"Hey, how was his appointment?" Sherry asked, bringing her attention to her son and husband and away from packing for a minute.

Jake smiled and kissed Sherry's head before sitting down on the floor next to her.

"It went very well. Rebecca just said to bring him back one to two times a month so she can check him out."

Since both Jake and Sherry were genetically modified and had active cells of the C and G virus living and flowing through their body, Aiden was born with both the C and G virus mutations in his blood. Rebecca was always checking Aiden out to make sure he was okay since he could be considered a BOW because he had both the G and C viruses. So far, he was harmless and they wanted to keep it that way.

"Okay, that's good." Sherry smiled as she took Aiden out of his car seat. "You look wide awake bubs. Did you just wake up from a nap?" Sherry smiled at her son. His blue-grey eyes were wide open and his red hair was a little messy meaning he took a very good nap.

"He took a two-hour nap. I went to the office to sign some last-minute papers and I went to go get more tape like you asked me to and he slept the whole time which is kind of surprising. I was also going to get you flowers but I felt like now wasn't a good time because, well, you know," Jake added. Sherry looked over at Jake and smiled before kissing him.

Ever since they were dating, Jake would bring home flowers for Sherry if he was out without her. He did it on their wedding day, on their honeymoon, and every day she was in the hospital whenever Aiden was born.

"You are the best husband ever." Sherry giggled as she got up with Aiden and walk to the kitchen.

Jake smiled at Sherry's compliment before getting up and following her to the kitchen. He leaned against the kitchen island and watched as Sherry open the cabinet doors and tippy-toed to reach the top shelf.

"Want me to take him?" Jake asked as he saw Sherry getting some glass plates out of the kitchen cupboards.

"Umm, I think he's okay for now, he seems like he will stay still, but can you help me grab the plates please?" Sherry answered as she looked down at her son who seems pretty content and happy with just playing with the necklace she was wearing.

"Hey, we're staying at your Claire and Leon tonight, right?" Sherry asked as she wrapped the dishes in some towels as Jake handed them to her so they wouldn't break during transport.

"Yeah, we can head over to her house as soon as we're done here."

The kitchen only took her about half an hour to pack and luckily for her, Aiden hadn't gotten upset or bored yet but she still needed to hustle.

After Jake took all the kitchen boxes down to the car, Sherry walked over to the last remaining things in the living room and grabbed a pacifier for her son since he was starting to get a little fussy. She sat him on her hip and closed her eyes to think.

She could hear Jake walking back into the apartment and towards her, probably to ask if she was okay or to make a snarky remark.

"Don't say anything. I need you to shut up for a minute so I can make sure I got everything from his room and our room." Sherry's tone was soft, she wasn't by any means trying to be rude, she just need to picture everything in her head to make sure she got everything from the bedrooms.

"There is still a box in our bathroom. Can you go grab it please while I finish up things in here?" Sherry asked as she opened her eyes.

"Yes ma'am." Jake smiled as he went to go do what he was asked. As Jake walked off, Aiden grabbed Sherry's face and smiled at her even though he had a pacifier in his mouth. Even he could tell that his mama was upset and tense.

"You look too much like your daddy." Sherry smiled as she moved Aiden from her left to her right.

"You wanna play while Mama finishes packing?" Aiden smiled up at his mom and then rested his head on her chest as if he was hugging her. He was the sweetest little baby and it melted her heart.

Sherry walked to the few boxes that she had packed the night before and looked threw them for Aiden's toys.

"Baby, do you know where Aiden's toys are?" Sherry called out. "Leon told me that he took some of the boxes by the door this morning so he might have taken them," Jake responded before he walked back to the living room and put the box he was asked to grab by the front door with the other boxes Sherry had packed.

"Now what do we do to keep him occupied?" Sherry looked around at the empty apartment hoping that there was something to keep him in a good mood and occupied for about an hour.

"Here, look." Jake took Aiden from Sherry and put him in an empty box and put his blanket over him. Aiden pulled the blanket down and looked at his dad and giggled.

"Jake, you can't do that." Sherry laughed. "Why not? It's keeping him in one place and he seems pretty happy." Jake defended himself.

"Or I can also do this." Jake grabbed one of the flaps from the box and started pulling his son around in the box.

The baby's laughter only grew louder and wilder. Sherry couldn't help but laugh herself as she watch Jake pull their child around in a box.

"Why don't you take a break and play with him and I can do some packing, you've been on your feet all day, your ankle has to be killing you."

"My ankle is killing me, but I want to keep going, I just want to keep my mind occupied," Sherry answered as she walked over to Jake and Aiden and gave them both a kiss before going back to work.

After an hour of hard work and help from her husband, the house was finally empty. No family pictures, no baby toys scattered around the living room, nothing. Their apartment was 100% empty.

"Where is your gun?" Jake asked Sherry after he came back from putting the last box in the car.

"I left it in the closet while I packed. Yours?" Sherry asked as she grabbed her keys and put her shoe on.

"Mine is in the car's glove box, I didn't feel the need to bring it in."

"Can you put him in his car seat while I go grab mine from the closet and do one final sweep to make sure I got everything?" Sherry asked before she passed Aiden over to Jake.

Jake smiled and happily put his son in his car seat. "We're gonna go spend the night with your grandma so you gotta sleep through the night. Deal?"

Aiden looked up at his dad and smiled.

"Are you ready to go?" Jake asked Sherry as he picked up their son's car seat from the floor and watched her walk back into the living room. Sherry looked back at her husband with a bittersweet smile.

"No...We've lived in this apartment since we were dating and this is the plane we brought Aiden to after he was born. It's bittersweet for me." Sherry admitted truthfully.

"I mean, I know this place isn't home, but I'm still a little sad," Sherry added. Jake put Aiden's car seat back down and then went to go hug Sherry. He knew Sherry didn't do well with change so he knew how difficult this was on her.

"I know, but it's going to be okay. You're allowed to be sad, supergirl." Jake cupped Sherry's face in both hands before kissing her.

"I am ready to have a home and not just a house though." Sherry smiled and took one last look at the apartment.

"I just, I never imagined this for me-for us. Don't get me wrong, I love you and I'm so madly in love with our little boy, but I feel like I'm dreaming. I never thought we would slow down a little, get married, have a kid, and now have an official home. I got so used to the fast pace that nothing like this ever crossed my mind."

Sherry had always wanted to settle down before she met Jake, but when they got together she wasn't in a rush at all. She liked the fast pace of life and had never given a thought about getting married, starting a family, and having a home.

"I know how you feel. Before you, I never thought I would slow down or be the person I am today, but after I spent a good two years with you I knew one day we would slow down, but I didn't expect the kid or the home." Jake looked down at Sherry and laughed before kissing her again.

"Two years?" Sherry teased and laughed when she saw that Jake got flustered.

"You know what I mean! I knew I wanted to marry you after our very first date. It was after two years I realized that I was ready to settle down." Jake tilted Sherry's chin up before giving her a quick kiss.

It was reassuring to Sherry to hear that Jake felt the same way as she did, to know that he thought the same as she did.

"Okay, I'm ready now." Sherry looked back over her shoulder and took in the fact that this chapter of their life was over.

"You sure?" Jake wanted to make sure that his wife was ready to officially leave.

"Yeah, I'm ready. I'm also getting hungry and Claire said she would start making dinner at 5:00 and it's almost 5:30." Sherry nudged Jake's shoulder with hers before she grabbed her son's car seat and opened the apartment door.

“Claire is cooking? Hell yes! Let go!”

[priderock-inc]

How did Scar get his scar?

A couple of neighborhood kids beat him up when he was eight. Mufasa rescued him, but instead of being angry at the bullies, Ahadi was furious with his younger son for letting himself be attacked like that.

He made both boys start karate lessons the very next week, despite Uru's protests and the bandage over Taka's eye.

(A fic I did a while back) (under the cut if you'd rather read it here)

"New screen?" Sarabi asks, peering over Mufasa's shoulder as she sets two steaming cups of coffee down on the desk in front of the CEO. Zazu looks up from the papers he's shuffling through. He rather resents interruption, but for caffeine- well. He'll make an exception. 

Mufasa chuckles, deep and melodic. "Mother sent it to me yesterday. She likes looking through old photos every now and then."

Intrigued, Sarabi leans closer, and Mufasa tilts his phone so Zazu can see too. Torn between professional decorum and innate curiosity, Zazu hesitates. It's hardly necessary to see such a thing. It's personal, it's-

-it's a child's drawing, a red stick figure with a wide, beaming mouth and deep orange fusilli sprouting from its head, holding hands with a smaller figure, done in black with two spots of vibrant green crayon in the spherical thing resting atop the body.

"It's you and Taka!" Sarabi coos. "Oh, how adorable! How old were you when you did this?"

All thoughts of professionalism crumble and are lost to Zazu's mind. "Taka?"

Mufasa's voice is tinged with fond reminiscence and something else that Zazu can't quite name. "He started going by Scar when he was about eleven. Thanks for the coffee, Sarabi, you're a lifesaver. Could you get Rafiki's signature on this, please?"

Taka?

Sarabi takes the proffered document and leaves, still grinning, and Zazu swallows. 

Taka? Surely no parent would give such a foreboding praenomen, Scar, to a baby- but he can hardly imagine the VP by any other moniker. 

Mufasa correctly interprets Zazu's silence. He shrugs, a hint of sadness flickering across his face, almost too quick to catch. "He doesn't like to talk about it. Don't mention it to him, all right?"

"I won't say anything to… him," Zazu murmurs. The name is strange, almost taboo, in his mouth when he allows himself a taste. "To… to Taka. I won't mention it."

"And what precisely is it that we are not going to mention to Taka?"

Zazu utters a thoroughly undignified squawk of shock, spinning on the spot. He hadn't even heard the door open.

But for once, Scar doesn't delight in the flustered state he's managed to land Zazu in yet again. He stands in the doorway, white-knuckled fingers clenched around the folder in his hand, his usual effortless poise gone in the rigid lines of his posture.

"Memory lane," Mufasa says, lightly, and Zazu is very, very glad that the venomous green gaze isn't directed at him, slicing him to ribbons. The CEO holds out his phone. "Remember this drawing I did, the one I was so proud of? Mother sent me a photo of it yesterday."

Scar's mouth twists into a vicious, ugly sneer. "Ah, yes. The one I've been begging Mother to burn for the past decade. How deliciously innocent. Unmarred. Unscarred."

"Scar-" Zazu stammers, because apparently his mouth has a death wish.

"Zazu." Redolent poison caresses each syllable.  "Always so eager to assist and advise, hmm?"

Mufasa makes a quick gesture, half-conciliatory, half-warning. Scar ignores it entirely, viridian sabers now boring into Zazu.

"How's your onomatology?" he breathes. "Why might my worthless father have bestowed such a name on me?"

"I-"

"Taka. Trash." The word is a sibilant hiss. It slithers through the air, curling around the room's atmosphere, suffocating it. "Garbage."

The walls seem to constrict.

"Scar." Mufasa stands up. "This isn't the time or the place-"

"For cheerful jaunts down memory lane, brother dear? No? Did Mother send you other photos to pass around to the staff? Of beloved Mufasa and darling little Taka, smiling, holding hands, happy?"

"Scar."

"Of Taka's long curls before dear Father took it upon himself to shear them off? Of Taka, who thought the world was full of magic and wonderful things to discover, thinking he'd one day learn the coveted secret of how to please the man who couldn't be pleased at anything that wasn't from his golden boy?"

Zazu swallows hard. He'll take flustering over this, any day, he'll take anything over this. 

"Taka and Mufasa, together forever." Scar gives the drawing one last withering look. "How nice it must be to have such memories preserved, with none of the lingering darkness surrounding them."

He advances several steps; Zazu tries and fails to stop himself from shrinking back, but all the vice president does is drop the folder abruptly on the desk before turning on his heel and striding out the door.

It closes, as quietly as it had opened.

Zazu grabs one of the cups and takes a gulp of the scalding liquid.

Ever the optimist, Mufasa breaks the silence with a subdued murmur as he slumps back into his chair. "That really could have gone a lot worse." 

Another boiling mouthful of coffee. It burns as it goes down, but it clears Zazu's head a bit. Strangely, the only question he can think to ask is-

"Did he really have hair like that?"

Mufasa's gaze softens, and he nods slowly. "Yes. He's always liked it long. That's why he wears it like this now. He had the nicest black curls."

Yet another swig of hot caffeine. Sarabi really is a lifesaver.

"...it also means wish."

Zazu tries to respond without swallowing. It doesn't work very well. Coughing, he manages, "Whuh?"

"The name Taka. It can mean wish or want."

"Your mother's influence," Zazu croaks, still trying to clear his throat.

Mufasa nods. He picks up the folder Scar left and starts paging through it, dropping his head so Zazu can't see the look on his face.

"It was a nice drawing," Zazu offers, somewhat belatedly, after the awkward silence had gone on too far for comfort.

It earns a laugh. "I think my talents lie in other directions, Zazu. I'm hardly the professional artist type." 

"I suppose not." Zazu chases away the last of the lingering chill- and the encounter that caused it- with the remainder of his coffee, and fastidiously turns his attention back to the papers on the desk.

[joylinda-hawks]

Reasons are just a nicer name for excuses. WOH, Episode 24, Part 3. WKX walks up to the seated ZZS and hands him tea. ZZS sits on a chair and WKX sits on the ground. ZZS drinks tea and says that the disease took the master, but before he died, he entrusted Siji Manor to him. As a young leader of the ZZS, he was unable to defend the sect, which was under attack from many sides. For two years he managed to defend himself, so after that time he ran away. WKX tells him not to blame himself and asks what happened next. ZZS replies that he escaped. To console him, WKX says he must have had reasons. A distraught ZZS replies that reasons are just the name of excuses. ZZS says that his father used to be an assistant to Prince Jin, and the current prince is his cousin. The prince was worried that he had no one he could trust, so he turned to the ZZS for help. Memories come to life in the memory of ZZS. He remembers how he went to see the prince. The prince then told him how the prince's father treated their teacher, who died in prison. The previous prince of Jin did not allow him to be buried, which made the prince's son very worried. ZZS, sympathetic to his cousin, promised to secretly bury the teacher's body. The cousin asks the ZZS to come to Jin and help him. After these memories, ZZS adds that he led all the students of Siji Manor to Jin. ZZS did not suppose that he was deceiving himself. Once they were entangled in the web of great politics, there was no turning back. ZZS saw his brothers die one by one before his eyes. At the end, even Jiu Xiao died. After his death, ZZS had nothing to live for and asks WKX what he did then. With tears in his eyes, ZZS replies that he ran away again. WKX without words, only a gesture tries to comfort him. ZZS says that in the end he had these 7 nails left, the people he wanted to protect, the things he wanted to do, melted into nothingness even though he tried hard. They were like sand slipping through your fingers. ZZS looking at ZCL adds that fate turned out to be kind. He gave him a second chance, ZZS has someone to share his knowledge with. It's not just how much time he has left and whether he'll see ZCL grow into a man. WKX protests that YBY has promised to cure ZZS. ZZS replies that nothing in this world is absolutely certain. However, WKX does not change its mind. ZZS replies that no matter what, he is glad that WKX came back with him to Siji Manor. WKX is touched and tells ZZS to go to sleep, and he wants to get some fresh air. This scene is one big ZZS confession. Finally, the shell around his heart cracked and 2,000 layers of dust fell. A real ZZS stood in front of us. A gentle, sensitive young man with a lot of empathy. ZZS blames himself for his own mistakes, he feels like a coward because when a problem arose, he chose to run away. When his master died, ZZS was only 16 years old, he was still a child who had to become a man overnight. For two years he tried to become one. His innocence and trust were taken advantage of by his cousin. He treated the younger boy as a useful tool to achieve his own goal. Even at this moment, ZZS doesn't know how much Prince Jin manipulated him. Most of the misfortunes he suffered were due to the prince's ambitions. WKX is also unhappy to see the state of ZZS, listening to the words of ZZS remembers his own words that ZZS said when he found out that ZZS is dying. Both men couldn't save the people they loved. It connects them. WKX is afraid of how ZZS will react when its secrets are revealed. He doesn't want ZZS to reject him, he doesn't want ZZS to sink further into despair. This scene hits the viewer hard. You can't watch it without tears in your eyes. The acting of ZZH and GJ is so emotional and so convincing that I cry every time I watch it. It is independent of me. I can't hold back my tears. That says something in my opinion. ZZH and GJ played phenomenal here.