#haji babble

[hoenn-hakase]

(tl;dr: I got a children's book I wrote published, and I'm just squealing.)

I know I haven't been on as much as I used to be, but alongside family stuff, I've been working on getting a book published! As of this morning, Amazon approved and I've got copies available for print! I'm so excited!!

This has honestly been a pipe dream since I was a kid, and even if this isn't the story I've always hoped to write, I did originally create The Cat Who Caused Trouble back when I was in high school and have had friends and family ask me if I planned to publish it. So this past March, I finally got up the nerve to attempt illustrating it, and formatting it for publication has been a ride in itself. But after years of not even knowing where to begin, and the ordeal of trying to get it accepted and rejected several times, it's finally here! I know I'm not the best artist, but I'm so proud of myself for even getting through that first step. Who knows, maybe there will be more stories or even photography books on the horizon. 

(And maybe now that I'm not messing with that, I can be more active here too.)

[hoenn-hakase]

I am a nervous rambler, so thirty minutes would take little to no effort. I have done so many many times OTL

Actually reminds me of a sorta funny story. Back when my grandfather died, my mom had gone in ahead to be at his bedside (as he lived three states away) and then called us when he had passed. My dad then took me and my sisters down for the funeral, but I was at a point in my life where I had no obligations to rush back to and decided he would take the other two home while I rode back with my mom. Before we left, some family drama came up, so when we finally got on the road, things were AAWWWWKAAARD. Or at least I was worried it would be and wasn't sure what to say after what just happened. So with no radio, I decided for some reason I needed to distract us both from the intruding thoughts by rambling. About a 1v1 Pokemon RP I had with a friend. Except I was embarrassed so I didn't tell her it was Pokemon and turned it into a really bizarre AU with me having to make up characters and elements and new world building stuff on the spot in order to cover my tracks (you know what they say, it's a lot more work to lie than just tell the truth).

I talked. For. TEN. HOURS.

The whole long drive home, was just me covering like three separate games worth of plotline only taking a break when we got a flat tire. And then picking up again when we got back in the car because we still had another hour at that point before home. This is one of those events I look back and think surely I must be exaggerating in my brain, but I know how long that drive is and I know I started shortly after we got on the road. I can't believe I did that.

the spn drama could take a whole year to explain in the least so i’m good

[storylocke]

I thought of reblogging the whole post, but I'll just share this from my Main instead. The important thing in regards to this blog is that I had been meaning to get all of my stories that I've posted elsewhere up to date here. I usually pace them out by when I can get around to editing, but I've had some sudden changes in my life that means I'll be able to do that a LOT more. But if I even do just one a day, it's way more than I usually do, so I thought I'd let people know what's going on with the sudden activity.

I may even get to some original stuff once things (hopefully) start to settle in real life. But if you'd like to help me out on the meantime, I could really use a hand.

Thank you 💜

[taintedtort]

" TAKE YOUR SHIRT OFF! "

summary. things you do that turn them on pt3

characters. iwaizumi, matsukawa, bokuto, akaashi

warnings. NSFW/SMUT!!!!, post!timeskip, gn!reader

a/n. @yourlocalmeta1head requested iwa, so here’s pt3 >_< (srry if you didn’t wanna be tagged, just lmk and i’ll remove it!!)

link to pt1 , pt2 , pt4 , and pt5

☆ — IWAIZUMI

he likes when you beg him to go faster and or harder. your cute little moans and whines as you cry out a "haji— faster!" makes him nearly cum right there. just hearing you so blissed out with pleasure gets him going, but when you want even more? how can he deny you?

"yeah? you want more? say please."

☆ — MATSUKAWA

obsessed with the way your eyes get wide and your mouth drops open with pleasure when he first slides inside of you. he’s just so big, you can’t help but react like that. he loves it though, especially when you gasp at first, your hands grappling to hold onto his biceps. nothing is better.

"does it hurt, baby? too big? you’re okay."

☆ — BOKUTO

likes when you praise him. he gets an extra thrill out of any praise from you, especially during sex. loves loves loves when you gush about how good he’s fucking you, moaning out a "jus' like that!" subconsciously goes faster whenever you babble compliments, and he won’t break the rhythm until one of you is cumming (probably him).

"it’s good? mhm? tell me how good i’m fucking you."

☆ — AKAASHI

eye contact. he honestly never thought he’d be into it until he met you. now he’s constantly seeking out your gaze, wanting you to struggle to maintain it while he hits deep inside of you. he thinks it’s so cute when your eyes can’t help but roll back, or when you get too embarrassed and look away. he'll urge you to look downwards, where the two of you are connected, if you can’t just look at him.

"look at me, love. there you go."

hi! thanks for reading :)

rules+masterlist

[hoenn-hakase]

I worry about this a lot when I write fanfic is hoping I have the characters at least still recognizable. But that's also what makes writing for Twitch Plays Pokemon so fascinating to me is we go over the same games again and again but the story is different now because of some circumstance or fitting a theme. Now we're dealing with "everything is the same, but side character has a much bigger role" oh wait now it's "we've basically ignored the in-game plot, evil team is just kind of there, but the REAL threat is Legendary / Overarching Villain continued from last game" or well now it's "how is everyone recovering in this Post Apocalyptic setting because we randomized everything so now the villains are with the good guys and this optional area boss is taking over". But even then, usually it's fun to look at the characters canon characterization to figure out why while still working with what we know of the characters. Maybe things are more serious because the stakes are higher so comic relief is still making jokes, but even they have their moments of vulnerability and hostility. Or maybe things that would normally be serious like the summoning of world ending Pokemon from the void is it turns out they're actually friendly, just annoyed with the villain and needed to say something.

But yeah, unrecognizable to me is when it seems like inserting characters into a story for the sake of them being the favorites. Like I remember my little sister was really deep into FanFic.Net (I have a bad habit of enjoying writing more than reading) and not to say "hurt fiction" doesn't have it's place or it's audience, but some of these would be like "Character A looks to Character B for protection because other love interest was an abusive relationship" and then you'd have like canon BF/GF as the abuser. Or worse, there is no canon love interest, so now the cinnabun of the group is being all predatory to give an excuse for main character to be afraid. It can be done right depending on the fandom that you could see the normal characters having a secret side or ulterior motives, but if you're gonna make comic relief the villain, at least have them retain the jokester / laid back personality while doing terrible things.

One exception that I personally love for "no one is done right in this universe" is when it's literally explained as some kind of AU to the norm built for the extreme. Like mirror verses where having everyone inverted in personality is the point, but at least it's consistent and the reader knows the butchering is intended. OR the old "It's a Wonderful Life" scenario with one canon character seeing a different world and the growing horror to discover what happened to everyone else. Why is BFF working for the villain now? What do you mean team never existed? So and so DIED?! Oh no! Love interest has ended up with possibly the last person you'd think they'd end up with!

I just... I love AUs, okay? 💕

in general i would say that “it’s not fun if they’re totally unrecognisable” is my fandom thesis. like the point of fanfic etc is putting your favourite little guys in situations. where’s the appeal if they’ve been through so many fanon spin cycles that they’re barely even your guys anymore

[bedcchem]

no thoughts, just iwaizumi fucking you against your desk—you’re lying on top of your mounds of homework for uni, some papers crumpling from the movement, your computer in sleep mode from lack of use. your shorts and underwear decorate your ankle on the floor while your other leg is propped up on the chair, giving him that perfect angle to hit that sweet little spot that has you seeing stars and creaming all on him.

his hands grip your hips in a deliciously bruising hold as he fucks the stress out of you, whispering in your ear how you’re his smart girl who just works too damn hard. his smart girl who loves to go absolutely dumb from his fucking cock.

and when his smart girl is stressed… of course he’s gonna make you feel better.

“hajime—” your voice more of a breathy whine than a moan, “—fuck fuck—s’good, soo—ohh good.”

“yeah?” iwaizumi grabs a fistful of hair and pulls your head back to look at him. your eyes are glazed over in a beautiful, heady daze, reserved only for him. “am i fucking my princess dumb? can’t think about anything else?”

drool trickles down your chin as you babble out words you can barely articulate. “only you—fuck— oh my god… haji, ’m gonna—“

his hand comes down to your puffy little clit and rubs it just right for you to turn into a loud, whimpering mess. “c’mon—come for me, princess,” he groans, fucking you through it. he feels you clench around him, paired with a strangled, “‘m gonna make a mess! hajime!” before you finish—white clouding your vision. he groans as he nears his own finish, making sure you were finished with your own high before pulling out and jerking himself to come all over the swell of your ass.

and it’s been proven that every time he helps relieve your stress, you lock in and finish all your required assignments and get ahead on more. which, in turn, just means iwaizumi gets to tell you just how wonderful and smart his pretty girl is…

a/n: moving accounts ˋ°•*⁀➷ @oxytxn

enjoy my masterlist!

mdni. do not copy, alter, or repost my work. ©bedcchem 2024.

[fleshbride]

PRESENTING . . . STRONG!

⭒ ݁ . ໒꒱ KASHIMO HAJIME X F! READER SMUT.

⭒ ݁ . ໒꒱ CW: edging, overstimulation, dumbification, squirting. usage of baby, angel, princess. reader has no specified race, but is a girl — feminine terms and body parts are used.

⭒ ݁ . ໒꒱ just a small drabble, but please enjoy! there’s literally no kashimo content on tumblr so me and my bff @mechahrt decided to single handedly populate the kashimo tags, because he’s too sexy.

⭒ ݁ . ໒꒱ KASHIMO HAJIME is a menace when it comes to sex. he’s nasty, sadistic, borderline cruel — but he also fucks like his life is fucking depending on it. he fucks like if he doesn’t have your pussy, he’s going to drop dead somewhere.

it’s no secret that kashimo is strong. he knows he’s strong (although he wishes he was a bit stronger) and he isn’t afraid to show it. he isn’t afraid to show you. so when he’s got you clutched into a full nelson, arms locked behind your knees, hips slamming into your gushing cunt while you’re choking and gasping on moans — he’s more than happy with his strength.

when he’s folding you into a mating press, forcing your knees near your face while he stirs up your insides in a frenzy, and there is no where for you to go; nowhere for you to crawl away too, or no way to push him away because he’s fucking you too good. too hard. you’re whining “‘s too much” and “i can’t take it, haji please, baby,” and mewls of “oh fuck, ‘m cumming again” and you can’t be any more delighted that he’s so strong.

strong enough to pull orgasm after orgasm from your body, without losing stamina. strong enough to overstimulate you until you’re squirting all over him, clear liquid drenching his lower body as he pummels your guts, cockhead snugly pressed against your g-spot.

strong enough that even after you squirt, he’s flipping you over into doggy style, pressing a big hand into your back, forcing you to arch it; muttering out, “that’s it, angel, yer gunna take this fucking dick another time. you can cum again, right?” even though you sob and babble out no’s, your mind is too far gone to really resist — because his fat dick is all you’re really thinking of. how kashimo likes to put it? “my dumb fuckin’ girl, makin’ a mess on my dick.” as he slides back into you, setting a rough, fast pace immediately, giving you no rest.

and when it’s all over? he’s cleaning you up with his tongue, lavishing you in kisses, murmuring, “my strong girl, takin’ all of that. so, so proud of you, princess.”

[hoenn-hakase]

I don't normally get this personal, so sorry if I'm still being vague about things. But, um…. I need help.

I've been a caretaker for my grandma for about a decade now and as such, I've never had a full time job since I made my schedule around taking care of her. My main job is as a substitute teacher, which means I don't get paid for the summer. This usually isn't a problem, just a stretch since I try to save what I can during the school year since I know this drought is coming and then my grandma helps me take care of the bills until school gets back in session and we could breath again. This year though has had The Worst Summer Ever with my family in crisis mode for over a month now due to my grandma's sudden health decline; and between hospital visits, gas, and food when I haven't been home long enough to cook, I've burned through my savings since it has been a lot of unexpected expenses while not wanting to touch my grandma's money while she was incapacitated. But even that's been burned through in using her funds to pay our monthly bills. I… I won't be taking care of her this school year, and I had planned on trying to be more active in my online works too, since I thought I would have some more free time in the summer. This really only affects my side blogs, but I thought I might include my Kofi page every time I post stuff I made / wrote. I'm not sure if my stuff is worth much, but I'd much rather try to earn something than start up a GoFundMe since I feel like I'm not in dire enough circumstances for that. I guess I just wanted to give an explanation for why I started adding links since it might come off as annoying or needy (which I kind of am.) It's not because I suddenly think I'm All That, but if you enjoy what I do, I'd like to keep a roof over my head.

Thank you. 💜

[hoenn-hakase]

Sorry if I'm coming off a bit preachy, but sending hugs. 💜

Honestly, I think that's the goal of most writers. It's a form of vanity but it's a perfectly normal human desire to want appreciation for their work. But! Even a thankless job still has its admirers. And sometimes it's good just to have it because if it's something you enjoy, where else are you going to find it???

Maybe you don't feel the same way, but when I was younger I actually went and destroyed all of my work during a break down and sometimes I still wish I hadn't. Then when my computer crashed a few years ago, I lost all of my documents on there. I had posted several things, so they weren't lost, but I also had some projects I ended up cancelling because I had lost so many notes that I wasn't sure where to go next and not much motivation to try. I still miss them sometimes though when something reminds me of an old scene I wish I could find. That little rush of excitement when I find a scrap I had written in a notebook. Even with unfinished projects, I think sometimes I may try to work in scenes I really liked but never got far enough in to post into another project because it was just so good. (In my head anyway, I have no idea if any of my stuff has ever effected anyone.) And just... Yeah.

But maybe it is better for you if you did. Who knows? You would understand your situation better than I could. I just don't think that when you decide to quit that destroying everything is the way to go about it. A break might be good and then you come back excited for it again. Or maybe you get the chance to discover a new subject matter that makes you happy. I'd just hate for you to have a bad brain moment like I've done in the past and then look back going "what have I done?" when you come out of it. But if it's very existence is starting to hurt you, then pay no heed to me. It may never be popular but there is always a place for ships and arts and rarepair for a healthy fandom to exist. 🫂

Sorry if you just need to vent and didn't actually want a response

just in that kind of "would any one care if i deleted my fics" mood

i know at least one person would and i'm not trying to diminish that one person but god my brain just wants... what other people have lol

[balla-deer]

So I’ve been making moodboards/characterboards and so far I’ve made one for Maeves, Soleil, Haji, Delaney, and Lovella- basically all of my OCs sans Orion. Well Orion will be going through a major character redesign and will be used for another game. Lovella was also used for another game and so far, I’m liking how her background has formed in my head. I’ll be putting her out first for now, so I hope you all like it!

[dabblersofnonsense]

Originally had this as a sort of business portfolio but since I long gave up the business aspect, I'm making this a casual art blog for myself.

[storylocke]

I really just want a chance to ramble after a conversation this morning woke up the muses.

Dippy:

Back when we did the TPP Gauntlet in 2020, I started a series of fics to go with it. No surprise. It's funny though because I didn't start one for Oriana / "Red0" from Gauntlet Red even though G.Crystal connects directly to it. So the first one we meet in all this is Dippy. More specifically, we meet his mother. She doesn't play a huge role in all this, but it says a lot about the kind of person she is that she won the Who Wants to be a Millionaire (pregame) and her first priority was to get her son out of Rainbow Rocket ruled Kanto (Randomized Ultra Moon comes before this in the timeline so all of the Gauntlet leaders are different from the canon gang), and then went off the radar to protect him. She bought a small house in Newbark Town, helped Dippy to graduate early and go after his dreams in music and botany. Or biology. Pokemon is weird about what Grass types would be considered. And that's it really. She stays at home and sells stuff from their garden, most of her remaining fortune is saved in secret for Dippy and he likes to add to it too when he can. They live pretty comfortable and planned to stay in their small town the rest of their lives where they've become loved by the community with no one knowing how they afford things.

Then came the Voices. Honestly, they're barely an inconvenience for Dippy besides dragging him into fights he'd rather avoid, but he and Elm both notice that things suddenly start happening. Dippy gets picked up by Oak's Dex project and Elm encourages him to branch out in his field studies to better himself. Then the break in. Then Rockets... It's about Azalea Town when Dippy realizes he's in over his head, but that's okay because he's got a sharp memory and a lot of patience. Especially as it's here his story shifts. He's the hero, of course, that's the role of the Host in all the stories he's read or heard, but this isn't "his" story.

This is about Alaija, who broke into Elm's Lab when he saw no other way. This is about the Rainbow Rockets, who Alaija has sworn to destroy before they can begin their terrible world takeover plan. This is about Red0, who everyone thought had crushed the Rockets only to mysteriously disappear shortly before disaster struck on Cinnabar Island.

Dippy may have been called to rise up against all of them, but instead he does what he does best. Listen. He finds out what he can from the people who knew Red0, including from a glitched entity that once belonged to him (Missingno) who he promised he'll help find the boy any way he can. He gets Alaija to open up about his past with the Rainbow Rockets and the pair decide to work together with Dippy gladly taking any advice Alaija has to offer. If someone has information for him, he'll sit transfixed as he takes it all in. Because what he lacks in strength (which he really isn't) he wholeheartedly gives as a support to everyone he meets.

By the end of the story, this hasn't changed. With the Rockets gone but not defeated, Dippy finds Alaija and gives him a place to stay in case they try to come after him. Dippy gets a teammate that tells him about Cinnabar and he realizes where he has to go. Red0 didn't just disappear, he's in trouble, an no one would ever know. Red0 has become a monster after suffering from his own hubris in playing with the Glitches (his run ended with a crash after we were allowed to play with the game unpatched). In the battle to bring him back, he seems to be completely taken over by the ghost of Red in Red0's weakened state. (Phase two fight was super cool, but man kid, what happened to you?) But even seeing this lost child, scared, crazed, and out of control, Dippy doesn't put the boy out of his misery. He wants to help him. He gets him home. And when home turns out to be no place for an unstable and extremely powerful Glitch, Dippy and his mother dig into their funds to get him a place of his own.

Red0:

I didn't write a story for him because I didn't have a story. The GRed Run was fun and we had a lot of lore for the kid, but his arc was mostly in stages in my head. Oriana grew up in the Church of Helix where from early on he'd been told he was to be one the next Red. The threat of the Rockets was a sign of corruption that needed to be purged from Kanto, and this boy prayed to be taken by the Voices so he could fulfill the will of Helix. But... Once the Voices actually came and Red0 got out into the world, the sudden freedom and seeming invincibility pushed him to rebel against the lessons that had ruled his life. He hated Red, he wanted nothing to do with Helix, he was reckless with power and took it out on any Rocket he came across. He made a name for himself and quickly became a target by the big man himself: Mr. Grimsley. Red0 didn't think much of Grimsley saying he planned to scatter the group and leave Kanto for a while. Good riddance. The boy was overconfident and proud of himself to have destroyed the Rockets without the help of any so-called god! So it was little surprise that when the Glitches started to appear and Red0 learned he could gain even more power if he could catch them, that that's exactly what he set out to do. Most of his team was quickly replaced with little abominations and he admired the riches and cool talents they gave him. Until he wandered too far. Until a certain alien jellyfish appeared that he mistook for a Tentacool and gave him the bite. Until his friends from the haze seemingly turned against him. Until everything in his mind had gone to mist.

Red0 was presumed dead after Cinnabar erupted. Probably for the better that he was, surely it would have grieved his family more to see what he had become. The Voices had left, and with them, so did his sense of invincibility. He was a god among ants but these ants merely drifted along the edges of the Void. He didn't know how long he'd been on Mt. Silver by the time Dippy came to rescue him, all he knew was to destroy anything and anyone that came near him. How many had come to hunt the beast? Enough to have the gateway blocked until they are strong enough to trust they knew their lives were at risk beyond there. But then something strange happened when Dippy managed to tear down his team and break through the Glitchwork armor. Red0's greatest nightmare, the one he had spent YEARS running away from such lunatic prophecies, finally came true. While he had hardly been himself since being riddled with corruption, it wasn't Red. Red0 completely lost himself as the bizarre ritual took hold, trying to bring the epic hero fully into the plane of existence, but Dippy beat it back. Red0 fell, no armor, no ghost, no teammates left to protect him. He honestly feared the worst as he saw this Trainer with an air of fearlessness standing over him. He would finally get what was coming to him.

A hand up.

Red0 still doesn't understand why Dippy saved him. Why he trusts him, the boy understands even less. All he knows for sure is the Voices sent Dippy there that day, and for that, he's forever grateful to Them for not abandoning him like he once thought. They are a strange and unpredictable entity though. More than that, he's grateful for Dippy. The boy lives quietly up in the mountains still, but it's with a small farm his new plant-loving friend has been teaching him how to manage. There's comfort there in working with the land, in the company and protection of his Pokemon now that he's been humbled about thinking he could do everything himself. He's still traumatized though, prone to nightmares and outbursts, and cloaking himself in the cursed armor when feeling overwhelmed. He's glad sometimes he's alone. Dippy's been helping with that too. Staying with him whenever he has to go into town for supplies or meet the occasional customer, eventually even meeting some of the other hosts. Battle can be fun again as he gets back into the swing of things, usually just sparring with Alaija when he comes along to the farm. Even as they hear about the Rockets still out there and trouble overseas, Red0 might be scared but the Voices will send someone... Right?

Alaija:

Alaija is by all accounts Mr. Grimsley's son. He grew up in Rocket Castle with the other heads of the organization looking after him and everything until they were overthrown by Virginia and the team was scattered to the winds. Fortunately, he ended up with his dad when they split up, but it also meant getting to really know the guy in a way he hadn't before. Grimsley was a monster. No, not cruel necessarily, but according to many who feared him, an actual monster. Alaija had been cursed plenty of times as some kind of little freak but it was only as he got older, he started to really understand what being a Glitch meant. And even started to question if he actually was his father's son or merely something dredged up from the Void himself. Alaija had glitch powers, mostly just super speed and the ability to walk through walls normally, but thanks to Mr. Grimsley, most high ranking members in the RR have a unique power of their own. It helps bind them to each other. In a way, it helps bind them to him. Being the youngest heir to the supposed throne, Alaija spent several years being groomed for his role in the takeover. But the more he learned about it, the less certain he was about going along with it. It's not like he could just leave though. His father would find him. He would always find him. So imagine the boy's shock when Red0 blasted his way through to break up the team and leave a certain redheaded orphan suddenly alone. He's sure if he stayed in Kanto the Rockets would have come back for him. If nothing else, Grimsley would be back for him, and he was too angry and afraid to wait.

Now the thing about Grimsley is, this is actually the same Grimsley from back in Season 1. He was corrupted by the Glitches in a sort of twisted experiment by Fennel. He fought against the curse eating away at him for quite a number of years, but when Unova was nearly swallowed by the Void in Randomized White 2, Grimsley finally gave in. It's been a couple of centuries since he gained this unwanted immortality and it's been enough to drive him crazy trying to find a way to get his humanity back. There's a ritual spoken of in legend that may hold the key, but it requires someone of the same blood... And he's not dumb enough to go first.

As Alaija has grown, there's a certain level of trust given to him about what's going to happen when the RR make their move. But unlike even most of the higher ups, Alaija has also learned what it is his father is after. And it terrifies him to think in the end he'll lose his life so his father may live. A lot of his issues stem from his dad, especially given the level of Glitchery the RR has now, he's just one kid trying to stop an army. He's so scared, he doesn't even get a Trainer's licence for Johto because he feels like the RR could use it to track him down after he makes himself known, and if he's planning to poke the hornet's nest, he better be sure they can't follow. But without an ID, he can't even get a Pokemon. Johto seems oddly trusting though that once he steals one for himself everyone just assumes he's a normal Trainer. Living off found items is hard though when he can't use the Pokemon Center and going from training with the best to starting from scratch is infuriating. He's not a bad Trainer, he's just not used to using such weak Pokemon! And then there's Dippy. Why the Voices chose some meek, passive, sheltered brat is beyond him but the more the run into each other, the more they seem to rub off on each other.

Alaija was almost caught in Azalea Town and found himself having to rely on Dippy of all people to bail him out. They aren't friends, but it's the first time they genuinely get to meet. After that, he finds himself slowing down, and knowing the fate of the world could be resting with this idiot, he even starts training Dippy on how to stand up to the Rockets. Admittedly, his powers are no match for them, but at least Dippy has the Voices on his side. And after hearing what happened with Virginia and witnessing first hand with Red0, he knows better than to underestimate a Host. They talk more often and he slowly warms up to the idea that maybe taking time to care for his Pokemon can make them better as well. Turns out, it might even make him better too. And when it turns out somewhere along the line Dippy surpassed him? Then... Maybe he can trust things will be okay. With the Rockets gone, for the first time in his life, Alaija has time for self reflection. He's got a home for the first time in years, and can feel safe setting foot back in Kanto again. ...Then Dippy brought home Red0. Alaija is glad the kid has no idea who he is, but seeing him brings back memories. He's also quite scared of Red0's power as his own pales in comparison. They may both be Glitched, but there's still a hierarchy there. Hearing what happened to the kid makes him sick. And when Dippy tells him about Mt. Silver, Alaija feels his fears returning. Given Red0's history, he can't shake the feeling this has Grimsley's hands all over it. He doesn't have the heart to tell the kid though. He wouldn't want to bring up bad blood anyway.

Dippy knows his friends have a lot of stuff to work through, but that's okay. He'll use whatever resources he can gather to help them every step of the way. It actually gets a lot better when fellow RR escapee Nia shows up to reunite with her little brother. She helps a lot with Red0 too with her nature loving ways. It's still sad to see how it affects them all though when GBlaze Black 2 comes around though. Dippy makes Alaija stay home just to be safe. There's no telling what Grimsley planned to do if he went. Red0 is a little better with Dippy, Nia, and Izzy there to both protect him and keep him in line.

[vi-enti]

convention loot!!! (bank account is weeping)

[tetsuslove]

Warnings: fluff, you and Haji have a baby girl:)

Iwaizumi.H x gn. Reader

🤍: I’m weak for any husband HQ men sorry :”)

Husband! Iwaizumi who likes to go shopping with his little girl, his little angel and another reason to live

He mostly likes to go on Saturday because the training often ends early than the other days. So when he goes shopping, he asks his daughter with do you want to go shopping with, papa ? With the sweetest tone you ever heard. This beefy and strong man would protect his daughter from anyone who dares to hurt her

he carefully let’s her sit in the car while pushing it through the super market and when his daughter picks something or babbles about something, he loves to take videos of her and sends it to you with texts like “ look at our sweet girl <3 “

Women who comes to the super market regularly, talks, thirst and gossip over this new Dilf without him noticing. But how can they do blind without seeing this beautiful ring he wears all the time without even thinking taking it off or hearing how he calls you when he asks which product to buy.

But soon or later a women tried to hit on him, asking for his number, trying to touch him or your child without asking permission or knowing her, so he had enough. Ofc he doesn’t make scene but he clearly told her to stop and that he isn’t interested that he his happily married

He only glares at her for the last time and started to push the car again, going away from this annoying woman

When he comes home and he calls you, annoyed what happened today, you are running to your sweet husband and sweet girl who just came home to gives them kisse . When he sees you, a smile across on his face. You hug him, kiss him on the lips and greets him with the smile he always adores “ welcome home, haji” and then a little kiss on your daughters cheeks “ and you too, my sweet girl” ” and take her from Hajime since he still had the heavy bags in his another hand

All Hajime can think of that he is happy to be a dad, he is happy to be a husband, your husband . He is just happy that he finally have a family that he always wished of and that his younger self would be shocked that he found the love of his life

[hoenn-hakase]

That's fair. For a bit of fun though, here's how this would work:

Hypothetically 1: let's say a child was born with a mark or a tail or some other sign that the culture believes to be divine. The child might be taken from their parents to the temple or the family is named as holy and they all move to the place of leadership, but obviously the child is not aware enough to share their wisdom let alone make any major decisions so the parents may speak on their behalf until the child is old enough to talk on their own or the child might be worshiped while the High Priest (or equivalent) makes rulings and assessments of God's Will(tm) until the child is capable. (Think like Road to El Dorado where even though presumably the gods themselves were in town, the one giving orders was Speaker of the Gods).

Hypothetical 2: So let's say the king dies, the queen is still alive but their child is named the next king / queen because they are the holy ruler. Since the queen was only royal by marriage, she may become the regent, speaking on behalf and giving advice to her child until the child is old enough to officially take the throne. Since she's not the ruler though, if her child disagreed with her on a royal matter, their word is taken over hers.

If there isn't a queen and the child is seemingly on their own, sometimes it goes to the next level of governance like a top advisor / prime minister / previous ruler's sibling who is familiar with governing affairs and can be trusted to take care of the child and matters until they're old enough.

In either case, it doesn't take away from the child's divinity, just gives the public some stability in knowing that the kingdom is being run by people that know what they're doing and by God's Will(tm) the divine child is surrounded by only the best people to guide them until they can ascend the throne.

Hypothetical 3: In a case like you guys have described where the Exalt is incapacitated (I recall something about Chrom's sister being in a coma?) and she didn't have children, and the prince refused the throne, it would likely go to his daughter because she is of the divine bloodline. Not to mention, his rejection could be seen as the will of the divine that he wasn't meant to rule anyway (especially if his father was so terrible, moving to the daughter may be viewed as a fresh start since she had no direct contact with the grandfather). But since he took it up later, it just wasn't time yet. He is the next Exalt but he needed time to mature into that role. Now iirc you said Lissa (sister right?) took the brunt of the hatred against their dad when she took over, and even if she had a regent, that wouldn't matter to the people because she's the Exalt. The regent simply handles affairs until she's thought to be able to handle it and in a world where it seems teenagers are off to war, it wouldn't surprise me if the age to be considered "old enough to rule" was around 10 - 14. So she may have had a year or so to settle into her position, learn from the advisors what affairs she's taking over, and be named Queen. Still very young to be forced to grow up quick, but I have no doubt she had some people around to help with this. However by the time of her accident, Chrom is definitely old enough to take over and has been aware of the affairs he'd be taking over, so there probably was no regency needed there. Unless you count whoever was actually running the kingdom while he's been away at war, which is something that happened often enough in ancient times when kings would fight on the battlefield. (Think like Robin Hood.)

Anyway, it's a fantasy world that probably functions completely fantastical or even nonsense which would create a legit succession crisis but just some food for thought since I'm sure this is not the first time the kingdom would have faced a threat to lineage.

today on robot researching highly specific things for the purposes of writing fanfic about a generic anime man: the fuck are the rules of succession to a monarchy's throne and is there a flowchart about this

[manjiroscum]

a little bird told me | bonten x reader

Character/s: All of Bonten

Warnings: f!reader, cursing, sexual themes, pregnant sex, semi-public sex, implied gangbang, implied threesome, exhibitionism, cunnilingus, pregnancy, mentions of murder, reverse harem, breeding, mentions of violence, lots of pet names, and fluff. Minors don't interact.

Synopsis: Final part of "for two". Another bun in the oven is on the way. And the chef? Once again, you were unsure.

✃WC: 4.2k

Spice level: 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ out of 5

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Bonus | Bonus 2

An unspoken rule it became between the higher-ups of Bonten.

Welcoming your son to the world was one of the happiest—yet was also a slightly miserable—day for the Bonten executives. Not that your son was unwanted. They doted on the little guy—perhaps even too much. Often gifting him things you were sure your son wouldn't be able to use or play with until he was a bit older. Who on earth would give a baby a sports car, right? But his father was extremely adamant.

Koko was never the type to push for things. He always asked you twice and listened to whatever you had to say. But since his son was born, you would be surprised at how much stuff he bought without even consulting you or asking whether it was useful in raising a child. Could you imagine—Kokonoi Hajime—reasoning how a golden baby bottle would be stylish and perfect for his son to have? You were sure his mind has completely lost a few of its screws.

"Haji, isn't this too much?"

Koko would laugh, making silly faces at his son staring intently at him, all bundled up with an expensive cotton cloth. "Too much?" He echoed, gaze not leaving his child for a second. "What do you mean, babe?"

Hand on your hip, you gestured at the multiple boxes all wrapped sitting on the floor where the rest of the unboxed toys are. "I mean, we just bought the kid toys a few days ago. Please tell me those aren't another set of the same ones! He wouldn't even be using them until he's old enough to hold his head up properly."

"Money means nothing when it comes to my baby boy, babe." Koko chuckled, index finger now in his son's palm. The little boy stared at it before bringing it to his mouth, sucking while babbling nonsense.

Yet, you couldn't stop gushing on how much of a hands-on father he was.

Meanwhile, the others, no matter how much they played and took care of your son whenever Koko was unavailable, you would often find them sulking in the corner. You asked Koko about it one day, wondering why most of them were feeling down in the dumps. He was unable to figure out why the others were miserable—but you found out about it one morning while feeding your son.

You now know why the rest of the executives, including Mikey, were sighing like maidens in love with an unemotionally unavailable man.

Attention solely focus on the little one since day one, none of them could compete with a crying baby. Much less a baby who often cried at any time of the day whenever it wanted you. Sanzu was convinced the 'little monster'—as he would lovingly nickname—was out to take their precious minuscule time with you. What was even more crushing was how you refused to have sex for a few weeks. This, they understood, of course.

But those weeks turned into months and they could barely even touch you without getting cockblocked by another cry for milk or diaper change. Mikey, despite how much he tried to convince you to have another baby, was shot down every time with narrowed eyes.

The reasons you stated were valid, of course. How could you think of being pregnant when you were quite busy with a baby? What more, you still had your job as a Bonten executive—one you wouldn't give up on despite having a kid. If you had another one, you might as well split your body into three to accommodate each. This was not the right time or year to have another.

And so, it became an unspoken rule amongst the men to convince you day by day to have another baby. One that was theirs. With the exception of Koko. The silver-haired executive already had to balance his time in taking care of his son and Bonten's funds. There was no way he would want another kid, not at this time when he's already busy enough. Mochi couldn't help but shake his head whenever the topic came up every time during a meeting.

It was either Sanzu or Ran, deliberately trying to entice you each day into carrying their baby. To which you would reply with "next time" or "not now". The recent response you gave them was "perhaps when Takeomi stops smoking".

This frustrated them to no end. There was their comrade, grinning ear to ear each time he showed off the little toy he bought for his son. While they, the unlucky ones, would just sit there and watch with envy greener than grass in their squinted eyes.

"Where's Koko?" Your question hung in the air, shifting your gaze at the three individuals sitting on the living room couch. Ran shrugged while Rindou shook his head, also unaware where the silver-haired man went with your son. It was Takeomi who answered you, stating how Koko brought his son to visit his old friend at the bike shop.

"He probably wants to show off to that childhood friend of his."

"Oh, I see."

"Darling, now that you're alone and your son isn't here to bother us..." Ran stood up, sauntering over to you with a suggestive smile and hooded gaze. "Maybe now is the perfect time to—"

"Before you finish that proposition of yours," Mikey's voice interrupted the lax atmosphere, coming out of nowhere with Sanzu behind him. Ran immediately backed away, narrowing his eyes at a snickering Sanzu. "You have a job to do. Leave [Y/N] alone for now. She's definitely tired due to the baby's non-stop fussing last night."

By the time your beloved son turned a year older, however, you knew it was time. You couldn't keep dancing around a thread forever and neither do they. Murder, gang wars, and money wouldn't keep them entertained forever. And the last thing you want was for them to look someplace else to fulfill their growing needs.

You didn't want to get your hands dirty just yet.

So, when you announced over dinner that night that you were now willing to have another addition to the family, the men practically jumped out of their seats and began asking for you to spend the night with them. And in all the midst of the arguing about who should go first, you sighed and wondered if announcing it to them all in one sitting was the right thing to do.

Fuck, you were quite sure the hotel room beside yours could hear your screams. Tracing back your steps, you couldn't pinpoint where it all started and how you ended up pressed hard on the mattress with Ran pounding you from behind with reckless abandonment. Not that you were complaining, though.

The gun you used to kill the target of the evening lay on the floor with the rest of your garments and Ran's. His pants pooled around his ankles as he railed you with his thick cock. One goal in his mind and it was to give you a baby, preferably a girl. And with how the internet was filled with numerous advice on how to conceive a child quicker, best believe that Ran was going to try them all—starting with the doggy position he read to be one of the best sex positions to do when trying to have a baby.

If his past self were ever to hear him believe on such a thing, perhaps he would have laughed his braids off.

"Baby, you're squeezing me so fucking tight. Take my cock so fucking well!" He rasped, angling his hips and thrust hard that made you roll back your eyes in bliss. The fat tip of his stupidly huge and long cock hitting your G-spot. And while he fucked your brains out, hands gripping the sheets tightly that your nails almost tore a hole into the material, you began to ask yourself why you prohibited them from pounding into your cunt all this time. You missed it, badly.

"R-Ran!" You whined, almost choking on your own spit as you did. "I'm cumming. Baby, I'm cumming! Oh god, so good—make me cum!"

His hands then pulled your upper body up, back pressed closely on his bare chest as he continued to plow into your slick hole. A grin was on his face the entire time, loving how your tits bounced with every thrust that left you almost breathless. How you begged for his cock when you were in the middle of interrogating the target Mikey wanted you two to eliminate. Ran was sure he almost nutted on the spot when you just shot the bastard in the head because you grew impatient, wanting his dick in you now after he said once the mission was done.

Who was he to deny you?

"Cum around my cock like the whore you are." Licking his front teeth at the delicious moans you elicited, he groaned. "Cum, baby. Milk me dry and have my child. You'd want that, won't you? For me to breed and knock you up. Have your belly swollen with another baby—take it, doll. Take it!"

You hummed at the blissful feeling of coming undone in the older Haitani's arms. Cunt dripping with your liquids and Ran's thick semen that he gathered quite carefully to finger it back into you. And when you reached for the mattress, thinking it was over, your eyes went wide when you felt Ran's cock hardening inside of your pussy again.

"Who said we're done, darling? The night is still young for us to head to bed." Palm over your stomach, he whispered with a smile. "We have to double-check and make sure you'll have my baby."

"R-Ran—"

"Rindou would be joining us in a while, too." Pressing a kiss on your shoulder, he inhaled sharply. "So I might as well cum more inside you before he arrives and impregnates you first, right?"

Sanzu was ruthless in the field of battle. Eyes never once displayed the fear of death nor pain. Never did he sweat nor trembled out of fright. He wasn't Bonten's number two for nothing. Agility and power, he was like a living killing machine.

But when you came for the third time that afternoon, milking Takeomi's cock, his azure irises were suddenly filled with terror as he had to wait for his turn. Frightened that Takeomi would knock you up before he does.

Having agreed to share you with his younger brother during his designated day, Takeomi had every right to be the first to taste you and cum in you. Yet, it made Sanzu feel on edge as he sat on the couch, watching and listening to you get fucked on the kitchen counter as he fisted his aching and leaking cock. Timing every thrust with his hand, intently staring at your flustered appearance and tears running down your red cheeks. Throat hoarse from last night's session with the others. You were like a bitch in heat, taking everyone's cock like the good girl you were and hoping one of them could be the next father.

And you enjoyed every moment of it. The warm walls of your cunt tighten as you gaze at Sanzu's leaking cock from where he sat. Drool at the corner of your lips.

"I'm cumming, beautiful." Takeomi groaned into your ear, a bit lightheaded due to the heat. Summer was intense this year, but that didn't stop you from riding the older Akashi's thigh while watching a soap opera on television. Nor did it stop Takeomi from sliding down your shorts while you were making iced lemonade for him.

"So huge..." You sobbed, gripping the edges of the counter as you felt that familiar bubble on your lower abdomen. "I'm cumming too, Omi. I want it—shit—i-inside. Cum inside me, baby."

"No need to ask twice, beautiful."

By the time Takeomi finally shot his semen into you for the last time, tired out, Sanzu was readily up in his feet and took the spot where his brother was seconds ago. Takeomi, before he left to clean himself, asked what you wanted for dinner. With a hum, you figured pizza would be good. Sanzu, licking his lips, eyed the white thick cum dripping out of your pink abused cunt, he beamed almost maniacally.

"My turn, sweetheart." he chuckled, rubbing the pink tip of his pretty cock on the entrance of your soaked hole. "You're going to bear my children, yeah?"

"Haru, fuck—tell me in all honesty." You struggled to form your next words as the scarred man sank his girth into you, splitting your walls deliciously. "I know, shit, that this might not be the right time to ask. B-but curiosity got the best of me." You hissed lowly, toes curling at the slow-paced thrusting.

"Go on, babe," Sanzu whispered, hands gripping your hips as he started to pick up his pace. "Tell me what's occupying that pretty mind of yours before it turns into mush after I'm done with you."

"J-just an observation." You squeaked, jaw lax as you gripped the counter to keep yourself upright. "But did you ever want kids? Before this whole thing happened—fuck, so deep!" Biting back a sob at the hard thrust Sanzu gave, it made you see stars for a moment. Heart hammering in its ribcage, you were sure drool was dripping down at the corner of your lips.

"You're quite keen, baby. Nothing ever slips past you, huh? That's one of the many things I love about you." Sanzu laughed, quelling the groan within his throat at how your cunt was taking him for all he was worth. Your slick and the leftover cum of his brother pooling at the base of his cock. "And to answer your question, yes, I never entertained the thought..." Slowing his thrusting, his scarred lips met your neck and licked the sensitive flesh.  "But the moment I saw you, the little monster in your arms that day, the rest was history, babe. I want you to have my baby. One as beautiful as you."

Pouring out his raw feelings and thoughts while railing you against the kitchen counter was not how he envisioned this afternoon to go. But when he saw the smile growing on your face at his response, Sanzu wouldn't have it any other way.

And to no one's surprise, your pregnancy test came back positive.

After a whole month of making up for lost time, the men were still insatiable. That one night where everyone just felt adventurous continued to plague your mind with vivid images of it. Gangbangs among them weren't new to you, indulging in it once in a while whenever they were in the mood to share—or Mikey was. However, that night was different from the rest of the session. Comparing it to the first one and the latest, they were akin to savage beasts with the goal of breeding you—the best night you ever had.

They were still quite gentle, afraid to hurt you even if you told them there was no reason to hold back. Reminiscing that night was all you could do now that there were restrictions to abide again. But Mikey never listened to the rules—he makes them. And it was up to him whether to follow them or to break them like little thin sticks. Never thinking about the consequences or how his men would feel about it as he licked your bundle of nerves.

Teeth sinking into the pillow, your cheeks were damp with tears as the soft material drowned out your wails. Legs spread far apart, Mikey had one hand gripping each of your ankles as his head was sitting in between. Tongue and teeth trying to pull out another orgasm from you despite how you begged him to stop. The sheets were wet with your own juices and his spit mixed into it. He has been at it since dinner ended and joined you for the night, shooing away those who wanted to stay and guard. Even Koko was pushed out of the penthouse as he tried to argue on how he should take care of his son.

But Mikey's decision was absolute. And for good reason, too.

"M-Mikey!" Moan muffled, your hand reached down and try to pull his head off of your cunt. Exhausted and sweaty, what you wanted now was to cuddle in bed and sleep in his arms. You didn't want to continue this, afraid of screaming and waking your sleeping baby boy in the other room. But Bonten's leader wouldn't budge. No matter how sore his jaw and lips were, he continued to eat you out. Drunk with your taste and of the image of you bearing his child.

"It's mine, isn't it?" At the vibration of his tongue, you almost cummed on the spot. "The baby inside you—am I the father, love? Tell me it's me. I want it to be mine." Squeezing your legs, he dipped his face further into your pussy, inhaling and tasting your sweet nectar. "Cum, love. Cum on my face if the baby is mine. I can't wait for another nine months..."

"M-Mikey—"

"Nine months is too long, love..." he whispered into your pussy, laying his tongue flat on your clit. Ignoring your whines and little sobs for him to make you come undone. "Too long for me to find out whether it's mine. I want a kid, [Y/N]. You'll give me one, right? Pretty girl, let me be the father of your baby."

Stifling a whimper, you pushed back your head further into the wall as you clawed on Kakucho's muscled back. Nails digging into his flesh, earning a hiss from the dark-haired man who was careful not to give into his carnal desire and fuck you another child into you. Three months pregnant and horny as hell, he was the closest victim and one who was easiest to sway. One kiss and a whisper against his ear already had him hot and bothered as he was stammering out reasons as to why having sex with you right now—in a public bathroom—was a bad idea. Not to mention, the others waiting in the baby store for you to return after complaining how you wanted to pee.

Yet, with a small whine from you, begging how you wanted his cock in you now, Kakucho's will immediately cave in along with his rational thoughts.

"Kaku, harder." You sighed, breath fanning his pursed lips. "No one's coming in and, ah, I'm sure the others are patient enough." That was a lie, you and he both knew that. If anything, the rest of the Bonten members were out there forming endless scenarios on what was taking you and Kakucho long to get back from the restroom. "Baby..."

"I-I shouldn't." Kakucho gritted his teeth, fighting off the temptation you whispered to him. "I might hurt you—fuck, I don't want to risk it, baby." He murmured into your hair, wincing at how your walls hugged him tight as he thrust into you carefully. Cock twitching ever so often, close to cumming and stuffing your pussy full.

"T-then don't take long." You groaned, fingers running through his midnight blue strands that elicited a low growl from him. "Just cum in me, Kaku. Do it, please?" You didn't have to plead for a second time as Kakucho came, muffling his moan as his cock shot loads of his thick cum inside you. In the moment of doing so, he could see it—you cuddling a child with his features striking on the baby's face with a mixture of yours. He may not have expressed his need of having an offspring, but after seeing Koko's joy of having a bouncing baby boy, he sure was jealous. Kakucho wanted a family of his own after life ripped it away from his grasps at a tender age.

And he wanted one with you.

Humming at the feeling of it filling you up to the brim, you latched onto his body and grinned. Muttering words of gratitude.

By the time you and Kakucho returned to the shop, Mikey was close to calling for backup in search of you. It may not show on his usually emotionless face, but he was irritated.

"What took you so long?"

"Nothing." You shrugged, paying no heed at Kakucho who avoided his superior's judging stare. "I went to pee, that's all. I also found a cute pair of onesies at this shop we passed by. Can we go there and check afterward?"

"It's a beautiful baby girl!"

Ran held up the newborn baby girl into the air, earning loud protests and complaints on how he shouldn't do that, specifically from Mochi whose face was paler than the hospital sheets. You laid still on the bed, grinning tiredly at the clamorous scene in front of you after eight hours of labor. Your son was crying in Koko's arms, having been awakened by the noise as the men celebrated at the new addition to the family. Mikey sat next to you, smiling softly while still holding your hand.

"Now, the million-dollar question! Who do you think is the father?"

"Me, and I won't take no for an answer this time." Ran was quick to say, now clutching the child close to his chest. Rindou rolled his eyes at his brother's childish antics. "Do you see how beautiful she is? Compared to you all, I'm sure she inherited her good looks from me!"

"I don't think so, Ran." Takeomi chuckled, pointing to the thin strands of hair adorning the baby’s head. "If she's yours, wouldn't she be blond too? I mean, with you and Rindou being natural blonds. Then again, so is Mikey."

"Are you saying she's yours, Takeomi?" Sanzu stepped up, looking quizzically at the newborn. "You're not the only person who has dark hair in this room. Heck, it could be anyone other than the Haitani's!"

"No! She's mine, do you hear me?" The older Haitani faked a sob, muttering to the sleeping baby how she shouldn't listen to them. "I'm her father, end of story! I will fight anyone to death to prove that wrong!"

"Bro, quit yapping like that. You're embarrassing me."

Rolling your eyes, you extended your hand. "Can I have her now, please? She might be hungry." Kakucho, after receiving a sharp glare from Ran the entire time, took the baby from him and brought her to you. Cooing at how little she was, you giggled at how she started to open her mouth. Yet, before you could undo the strings and feed your newborn daughter, Sanzu plopped next to you and batted his eyelash.

"How about me, Mommy? I'm quite hungry too!"

You glared.

"You can have my son's powdered milk. Snort it if you want."

War. You were sure war was about to erupt in the living room as you watched them all gather around Takeomi, who held the envelope containing the DNA results. Sanzu, who was supposed to open it, had cold feet and decided to sit beside Mikey in nervousness. Despite how Rindou made fun of him, the younger Haitani shared the same sentiment. Everyone did.

"I'll cry a river of blood if the kid's not mine." Ran groaned, muttering under his breath how he was going to go on a killing spree if it turned out he wasn't the father. "I had altered my diet and changed it to what those stupid articles stated. All to have a baby girl and if I'm not the father—"

"Quit it, will 'ya?" Rindou nudged him hard on the chest, but it didn't stop his brother from muttering and swearing. Sanzu, who was all rigid next to his boss, was mentally reciting a prayer to all the deities he knew but never believed in until now. Kakucho sat there, waiting normally like the others as Takeomi tore off the upper part and pulled out the test results.

Clearing his throat, the scarred man read silently, finding the name who had a hundred percent match next to the print. Upon finding out who it was, his strong urge to keep an impassive expression fell to the wayside as he smiled fondly. If anything, he was glad at the father—knowing full well he would be overjoyed and deserved a chance at happiness the child could bring into his life.

"Is it you? Why are you smiling like a creep?!" Sanzu almost screamed, pointing an accusatory finger at his older brother who started approaching the baby's father. You watched in silence as he stood in front of Mikey. Takeomi then patted his shoulder, which startled the silver-haired leader.

"It's yours, Mikey. The baby's yours."

Everyone's jaws were agape while you sat there, holding back tears as Mikey's eyes welled up on their own. The paper in his hand, the results in fine print and permanent, was akin to air. He felt like his chest was filled with an emotion he couldn't pinpoint exactly. The next thing he knew, he was hugging you tightly.

Ears deaf to the cheers and mixed emotions bursting in the background. All that ever mattered was you and the little life you both made in your arms.

A second chance—you gave him a second chance to have and protect his family, one he has been trying hard for so long. Shedding blood, sweat, and endless secret tears. And here it was, after so long.

His own family...

And somehow, that was everything he ever dreamed of and what mattered.

The End