#-officially writted by your mother

[slovo-kvnnt]

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TUTORIAL ON HOW TO CREATE YOUR FREK OC!!!

-officially written by your Mother.

favorite color.

✦red, yellow, blue blah, blah, THAT WILL BE THE TEAM BELONG ON!

✦the initial of your first name and the initial of your last name, it already has the initials of your Freak, any ideas?

✦The last emojis (max. five) that you used will be their clothing and dilemma (if you didn't understand an example... "I'm tututut i'm gonna lalalala dee)

✦your favorite Freaks. It will be his personality and now it depends on your tastes whether he comes out bipolar XD (max. three)

✦your favorite mercenary. or the one you use the most (if you currently play).

And.... READY! you already have one! :>

(😔😍🤩 🛵💣these are mine xd)

GOOD BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! :D

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[hemmingsleclerc]

I'm really loving the dad max content, your style of writting is amazing

I don't know if it's possible, but could you do something where Olivia is hanging out with Checo's kids (Chequito, Carlota, Emilio) and causing chaos in the paddock

I think it would be cute and fun

Lost in the Paddock┃MV1

Omg I love this idea I just imagined it and laugh!😭💕

summary:where max and checo lose their children in the spanish grand prix

It was a sunny morning in the paddock and the excitement for the Spanish Grand Prix was growing. Max Verstappen's daughter, Olivia, and Checo Pérez's children, Chequito, Carlota and Emilio, were full of energy and looked at everything with curiosity. The sound of the engines echoed throughout the place, but the children were more interested in playing hide and seek.

As their parents prepared for the race, the four quickly came up with a plan to explore the paddock together. Unbeknownst to their parents, the mischievous group ventured out, carefully checking all the places.

The paddock was a maze of trailers, trucks and equipment, a perfect playground for the kids. Olivia, being the oldest, had convinced the others to follow her and explore the secret corners that she had already seen before with her father. Unbeknownst to their parents, the little ones had wandered too far and were soon lost in the maze of racing equipment.

Meanwhile, Max and Checo finished their conversation and turned around to find that their children were nowhere to be found. Panic set in as they frantically shouted their names. Max's heart almost burst out of him as he screamed his little girl's name while Checo was just as bad or worse than him.

"Olivia!''

''Chequito! Carlota! Emilio!" echoed through the paddock, but there was no response. The two parents exchanged worried glances and quickly ran out of their garage in search of their children.

Meanwhile, the children had managed to find their way to the center of the paddock, laughing and laughing as they explored the different areas of the different teams. Chequito, Carlota, Emilio and Olivia were in their own world of fun, oblivious to the chaos they were causing.

They managed to reach a place where photos of their parents were displayed on a wall. ''Look! There's my daddy!'', ''Ours too!'' Suddenly, a great idea had occurred to Olivia, what better idea than to leave a nice message for her dad and for everyone to see it, so carefully she took out of her small backpack the markers that her mother had given her on her birthday and with a huge smile, she began to draw hearts on the wall, among other things, while her other three companions saw her laughing.

Meanwhile, Max was on the verge of having a nervous breakdown himself while Checo was madly asking anyone who crossed his path if there was any sign of his children.

Charles, Daniel, Lewis and Carlos had joined the search for the little ones to cover more space and narrow down the possible places they could be.

''Via!Your favorite uncle is looking for you!'' Daniel shouted

''Carlota! Emilio! Checo jr!, Come here! We have a special surprise for you!'' Charles said

''Kids! Roscoe wants to play with you!'' Lewis' turn

Just as concern was reaching its peak, a track official informed Max and Checo that a group of children matching their descriptions had been seen near the merchandise area. With a sigh of relief, the parents rushed to the scene, their hearts pounding in their chests.

There they found the quartet, happily surrounded by team merchandise, trying on oversized caps and sunglasses while devouring different flavored ice creams. The children looked up with innocent smiles as Max and Checo approached, a mix of relief and exasperation on their faces.

Max and Checo shared a look that conveyed relief and amusement at the same time. When the chaos calmed down, the parents couldn't help but smile at the getaway their children had made. With a laugh of relief, they escorted the boys back to the Red Bull Racing garage, ready to focus on the race ahead.

Max lifted his little girl in his arms while he covered her face with kisses.

''Were where you all this time angel?, and who bought you those ice creams?''

''!Uncle lando and uncle oscar daddy!'' Olivia exclamed

''They also bought us these cool caps dad!'' Chequito said to checo

''Yeah, you're not wearing those mclaren caps on our watch kids, redbull ones are better''

As the paddock returned to its normal bustle, Max and Checo were grateful to have their children back safe and sound.And listen to all the mischievous they got up to in their absence.

[littledovesnow]

a snow wedding | young!corioulanus x fem!reader

a/n: you'll never guess who officiates their wedding lmao

word count: 1.8k (i could have gone on for like 10k honestly weddings are so fun to writ)

content warnings: ooc!coriolanus, coryo is nicer in my fics than the book/movie (more of the coriolanus at the start of the movie tbh), some hinting at bedroom festivites

You know,” you looked in the mirror at your maid of honor. “I always thought you and Coryo would be the two at the end of the aisle reciting vows.”

Clemensia choked on her mimosa, laughter bubbling over the glass. “The way he’s always looked at you? Absolutely no doubt in my mind you two would end up together.” She replied, setting the flute over and walking over to you.

You peered over at the pristine white gown hanging up, still just as beautiful as when you picked it out two months ago.

Coriolanus had proposed almost a year ago, wanting nothing more than to finally call you Mrs. Snow. “It would make me the happiest man in the Capitol, the country.”

You nodded furiously, watching as he slid the exquisite gold band adorned with a halo of small diamonds around a larger stone. It was a lavish ring, one you assumed he had ruminated over after securing a permanent position in the Citadel alongside Dr. Gaul.

A knock on the door broke up the conversation between the two women, Tigris popping her head into the makeshift bridal suite. “Just checking to see if you need anything before I go down to meet Grandma’am.”

“Tigris, this gown is to die for!” Clemensia praised the tailor, whose cheeks flushed like she had spent weeks in the sun.

“It’s just something I threw together.”

“Oh, don’t be modest, Tigris. It’s one of the most beautiful designs I’ve seen some out of your studio.” You smiled, pulling Tigris into the room more. “But I do have one thing you might have to help me with.”

“What might that be?”

You gestured to the gown, spinning to look at the two most important women in your life. “Can you ladies help me get into this dress? The corset looks like a game Coryo would make up in the Games.”

Clemensia laughed, and Tigris clapped enthusiastically, setting her purse on the pristine couch in the corner.

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Coriolanus messed with the cuff links he had purchased for the day exclusively, looking at the small photograph of his mother he kept in his wallet. It was new for him, carrying a wallet around.

He had only a few things in there, his Citadel ID card, a few hundred dollars­—pocket change for him nowadays—and the crumbled notebook paper he had written his vows on one day in the lab while Dr. Gaul met with President Ravenstill and Dean Highbottom.

They were messy, lines crossed out and words in the margins, and Coriolanus was fairly certain his sweaty palm had rubbed a few lines into illegible scribbles. He wouldn’t need them, though, he’s stared at this paper for weeks, the words engrained into his mind for the rest of his days.

He looked up when he heard a knock on his door, his best man stepping into the room.

“You just about ready?” Festus asked, looking around at the mostly bare room. “I think your grandmother is about ready to charge into the bridal suite and wed the two of you.”

If asked who he would think would be his best man at his wedding, Coriolanus Snow would never have said Festus Creed, but after the 10th Hunger Games and his short Peacekeeping stint, the two grew close, something akin to friendship.

“It was Grandma’am’s idea to have an evening ceremony.” Coriolanus muttered mostly to himself, but he tucked his wallet and vows back into his pocket, nodding at the curly-haired man.

“I am ready.”

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Delicately rubbing your sweaty palm on your dress, you peered through the small opening between two columns, trying to get a peek at your soon-to-be husband.

“Oh, you’ll see him soon enough!” Lysistrata Vickers smiled at you, bringing you into a hug.

You, Clemensia, and Lysistrata had all grown closer after your mentorship in the Games, going so far as to become friends and spend weekend trips in Districts One and Two on occasion.

“I haven’t seen him all weekend, Lyssie! He wouldn’t even tell me what color his suit is. All I know is that it complements his eyes, and I got that from Tigris!”

Clemensia and Lysistrata shared a knowing look, having seen Coriolanus’ tuxedo as they wished him a good morning in passing.

“He looks exquisite, I hope that makeup is waterproof because I know you’ll be a puddle as soon as you see him!”

Your grin nearly split your face in two, preparing to seal your fate as a Snow.

Clemensia took your hand and gave it a squeeze, stepping up to walk down the aisle with you since neither of your parents were able to.

Lysistrata marched down the split of chairs first, grinning ear-to-ear as she met up with her own husband, Festus downright devouring her with his eyes.

You took a deep breath as you turned around the corner, eyes dancing from one side of the room to the other.

You and Coriolanus wanted to have a smaller audience in person, with a majority of the Capitol and Districts tuning into the wedding live on TV.

Dr. Gaul, who you and Coriolanus had asked to officiate the wedding, had a positively radiant smile on her face, a rarity for the woman. But how could she not, her two star pupils were getting married today.

You finally locked eyes with your fiancé, you Coriolanus, your Coryo. Most would take the look on his face for a smirk, but you knew the man you were about to marry, you knew he was holding back a million-watt smile.

Before you knew it, you were at the end of the aisle, Clemensia squeezing your hand and taking the bouquet of red and white roses, giving you the chance to smooth the skirt of your gown.

“Hi.” You whispered, cheeks beginning to ache from your smile.

Coriolanus chuckled softly, taking both of your hands in his own, giving them a squeeze. “Hi, gorgeous.”

Dr. Gaul, who was perhaps the only one close enough to hear the small greetings, looked at you both to make sure it was okay for her to begin.

“Today, we are here to celebrate the union of two of Panem’s most important people, two people who I have gotten to know throughout their time at the Academy, University, and mentorship.”

The ceremony was shorter than some other weddings you had been to, with you and Coriolanus wanting to share vows in private, not wanting the nation to listen in, wanting to keep some things between the two of you.

Before you knew it, Dr. Gaul was announcing you two as the Snows, the crowd erupting into cheers as you and Coriolanus shared your first kiss as a married couple.

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With the ceremony over, you and Coriolanus had a short period of time before the reception, taking place in one of the grandest ballrooms in the Capitol. There would be more people at the reception than there were at the ceremony, with Coriolanus getting ready to run for election in the coming months, so you knew you had to be on your best behavior and help pull the votes in for your husband.

“What’re you thinking about, wife?” Coriolanus asked, lovesick smile on his face as he referred to you as his wife for the first time.

“Hmm?” You asked, shaking your head like an Etch-a-Sketch. “Nothing, just how lucky I am that you’re my husband.”

“Oh? I thought I was the lucky one.” Coriolanus replied, leaning in to kiss you in the back of the luxury car, which was taking you to the reception hall.

You couldn’t help the blush that tinted your cheeks. “Coryo,” you murmured, slipping off the bright red heels you had picked out to wear to the reception, Coriolanus grinning up at you from between your legs as you had brought the idea up one night a few weeks ago.

“How does it feel, to be a Snow?” Coriolanus asked, knowing glint in his eyes.

“Feels like I’m worth a million bucks.”

Coriolanus laughed, fixing his bowtie as the car pulled up to the entrance, groaning when he saw Lucky Flickerman and his parade of cameras.

You knew better than to say anything to the weatherman-turned-host, leaving it all up to Coriolanus, who greeted the cameras with a stiff smile and a “it feels wonderful, something I’ve always dreamt of” when asked how it felt being married.

Entering the reception, you and Coriolanus were greeted with cheers, clapping, and a few wolf whistles.

You two did first rounds greeting the more important people in the room, people you two had known since you were both children.

Tigris squealed so loud you and Coriolanus both winced at the pitch, but laughed as she clapped and hugged you two. “Officially part of the family! I’ve always wanted a sister!”

“Tigris, we aren’t even siblings.” Coriolanus chuckled, hand around your waist and thumb rubbing back and forth soothingly.

You lightly slapped the man’s chest. “Oh, hush. She’s been a sister to me since we first started dating.”

Tigris took your hand, admiring the new addition to your left ring finger. Next to the engagement ring now sat a white gold wedding band, matching the one that now adorned Coriolanus’ left hand.

You promised to have a girl’s night with Tigris as Coriolanus dragged you away, knowing you two would be talking all night if he didn’t break up the conversation while there was a lull.

The two of you ended up in front of Casca Highbottom, who was unusually well-groomed, beard tame and hair gelled. “Well, I guess you can thank me for this.”

“Pardon?” You asked, feeling Coriolanus tense at the elder’s words.

“If it wasn’t for my thinking of the Hunger Games, you two would never have spoken a word to each other.”

Coriolanus did nothing more than give a short smile to the man, thanking him for his wedding gift before you two left him to his morphling and posca.

“Why did you invite him, Coryo?” You asked, finally being able to sit for a moment.

“It would have looked bad to not have my father’s best friend here. The man technically did is the reason we’re where we are now.”

You shrugged, agreeing with Coriolanus. “Come on, I want some cake.”

Coriolanus laughed, following you towards the four-tiered red-velvet cake.

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Collapsing onto the bed, you sighed contently as you toed off the red heels you had been dancing in all night.

“What do you think, shall we spend our first night married as we did the last night as an unmarried couple?” Coriolanus asked, already shedding his clothing.

“Oh, I like the way you think.” You smiled, sitting up. “But you have to help me undo this corset before anything.”

a/n: maybe some good angst next? what do you think my little snakes my little rainbow fiends

[pigeonpeach]

More Arlecchino Husbandry!

Cw: implied violence or possible violence: FMAB reader! Reader is called mother! Slight yandere themes (not full on though)

summary: continuation of Arlecchino Husbandry with more of a domestic focus

To say the children were estatic to know you would be a permanent member of the house hearth and you are officially their mother is a understatement. They threw a party. Even those you haven’t raised and were already grown when you arrived can recognize your importance both to their siblings and to their father: needless to say you essentially have alot of bodyguards now. Each of those children are determined to keep you safe, both out of devotion and gratitude and because it was Arlecchino’s orders to do so. And so on.

As for Arlecchino she’s quite happy to have you. She keeps you in her office on your downtime, sat nicely on her lap as she goes through paperwork so your presence can keep her calm. Occasionally she’ll press a kiss to your neck. In moments like these you two often don’t speak, rather you may be knitting or reading s book or writting ideas down for fun activities for the kids.

Arlecchino despite her deep affections fory you however is a possessive lover at her core. You’re just so fragile in the grand scheme of things. The children are protectors but if another harbinger decided to pursue you there is little they could do besides awkwardly stand by you. She knows her colleagues too well. She knows they’ll see your big heart as a weakness of hers. She knows you’re her weakness now, and in the eyes of the other harbingers it’s something they could exploit if necessary. So she simply refuses to bring you around them. Besides very few are even good company. The only harbinger you might see is Childe when he is visiting fontaine. He’s friendly to you but respectful knowing the Knave likely wouldnt like it if he was flirty with her beloved. Even so all it took was seeing him in your general direction to make her tense. Shooting him a dirty look as she quickly pulled you to her side and cut the conversation short.

In that case Childe just got glared at and scolded because he is a harbinger, she can’t kill him for something so minor. But if it was someone else who doesn’t have that sort of protection then there’s no guarantee she won’t. I wouldn’t describe this as yandere but simply a part of her job. Again you are her weakness, she cannot risk people possibly taking you from her or using you to get to her. Because that is a legit fear for her to have. So everywhere you go a underling accompanies you. Often the twins. Lynette and Lyney because they’re quite sociable and its easy for you to forget they’re your bodyguards. The children actually are very eager to accompany you because such trips are often like a day out with their mom. Its not uncommon you’ll treat them to lunch and or go shopping with them. This actually works as well because it helps you blend in easily amongst the crowd too. Sometimes you’ll bring one of the actual children with you as a fun activity to reward them for hard work. Often times you take them to get some toys or something special.

These trips are great as well, your motherly demeanor towards Lyney and Lynette often does scare away suitors but if it doesn’t Lyney is quick to intervene. And if the suitor gets aggressive from their rejection then its nothing they can’t handle. If the guards aren’t available then they could always just… kill them you know. Granted you often discourage that with the excuse of wanting to avoid legal troubles. But its a possibility.

Arlecchino herself hardly takes you to balls, she is fiercely loyal to you still, even refusing to dance with others for respect for you. This is both because the kids don’t like when you leave, and again: she doesn’t want you to become a target or too infamous because of her. She wants to keep you safe and protected.

As for gifts you can trust she won’t let you down there. She is a incredibly observant person. She knows the exact flavors, styles, items, and colors you would like. She studies your tastes diligently. It also helps she has dozens and dozens of little informants who also know your tastes. If she notices you seem overworked she books you a luxurious spa session. If she notices you’re a bit insecure them she’ll make it a point to hold you and kiss each curve and crevice of your skin. She knows you don’t have extravagant tastes but you do like things of quality and meaning. And her gifts do have meaning. If you like knitting then she’ll purchase a set of the most soft and vibrant wool. If you like reading then she’ll keep an eye on exclusive or high demand books to get you. if you’re a artist then you can guarantee you’ll never be short on paints and ever work will be framed and displayed proudly.

Also in terms of gifts you are utterly spoiled not just by your husbandwifey but your kids. They bring you trinkets and souvenirs from across the world. Often based on things that remind them of you.

Arlecchino however is a busy woman. As a harbinger she deals with stressful situations and stressful meetings. And as her new bride you do have the expectation of tending to her. My advice is to simply let her lay her head on your shoulder or lap. Embrace her gently and don’t ask for details. More often then not she cannot tell you what exactly has happened but it’s usually frustration from dealing with the other harbingers. Usually the males. You’ve heard her grievances and slander of each male at this point. If you really want to help her relax then just smile softly and nod along. Your compliance and obedience is a well needed relief to her. Then tell her good news of the kids, how their skills have improved, etc.

When you’re upset on the other hand, maybe shaken up from a failed kidnapping/assassination attempt you can bet she’ll come to you quickly. She’s wiling to ditch a meeting if she thinks its that severe. Before she gets to you however, you can bet the kids will also comfort you. Often holding you and fiercely protecting you. When she gets there they leave to give you two privacy and to stand outside to make sure no one comes by. Upon which she will hold you tighter than you’re used to her. Her nails almost digging into your skin as she breathes heavily. She waits till you’re collected to ask for details and assures you the perpetrator will not be spared or shown a slight of mercy. All those involved will be hunted down and eliminated. Until then she will personally keep you by her side. With a voice surprisingly shakey, a sound only you will hear and ONLY you: she proclaims her utter devotion to you. She proclaims that she loves you in a soft voice. This softness and weakness is a rare sight, its only done to comfort you and when she’s quite alarmed herself.

[countessqin]

A flower, little swallow bird and lion

Characters : Jing Yuan × fem!reader (romantically; wife-husband relations), Yanqing × fem!reader (familiar; mother-son relations).

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[Author Notes]

- Firstly, hi everyone, I'm alive, just kind of busy with bunch of things in life and a bit lazy/burned out to write.

- Secondly, I was having this idea for God knows how long, so my apologies if it does not make sence at some point.

- Thirdly, maybe a little OOC, and kind of self-ship? (or how it is properly called?).

Anyway, just some cute idea of birthday celebration/preparation of gifts. We don't have official birthdays for hsr charecters so this is purely my headcanon.

PS. It is a bit connected with another piece that I wrote "A family of three" so, if you are interested, you can read it here (^-^)/♡

Also you can find masterlist with all my hsr writtings here (^▪︎^)/♡

Apologies for typos and mistakes! Thank you for reading!

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Small intro: - Name : [Name] - Age : ??? - Occupation : the advisor of the Luofu region - Status : married - Path : [choose any you like] - Element : [which you like]

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- You were sitting in your study, analyzing documents from Sky-Faring Commission as well as reports from your colleagues-advisors of other 5 Xianzhou ships. Sky-Faring Commision with Madam Yukong as its head was and is the main body which regulates trade within Xianzhou Luofu, between the Luofu and other Xianzhou regions, and between Xianzhou and other ships, planets, alliances, stations and so on. Now, there was a proposition to ally and trade with "Trade Alliance of North" and you, as one of Advisors, will lead the diplomatic mission, so yeah, you had more than a mountain of documents to read and review.

- You were busy reading reports, when you heard door to your study open. Blonde head peaked out of the door.

"Yanqing, dear, come on in,- you said with warm smile, while putting documents aside. Boy smiled and ran to you."

It's been a few years, like what 50? from the day you and your husband, the General Jing Yuan, decided to adopt Yanqing. For outlander 50 years is half of their life, but for a long-lived person as you are, it was like 1-2 years. You still remember day, your husband brought home a small 4 year old boy. Now Yanqing was 6.

Yanqing run to you with a big smile:

"Mommy! It is dad's birthday next week, right?"

"Yes, yes you are",- you answered while hugging boy. He looked at you with serious face,- "Mom, I want to make dad a giant surprise!,- he said while his eyes were beaming with excitement. You looked at him, feeling warmth inside your chest.

- Yanqing, even though he was still young, always respected both you and Jing Yuan, and always spoke with some kind of determination, when he was having some ideas. Like that he will be as good at sword and martial arts as Jing Yuan or as good at calligraphy as you. And these words weren't just something silly, that every child said. Yanqing indeed was trying his best every time and was getting progress quite quickly. Of course when he did lose or make mistakes he was getting sad as every child would, but his childish determination and idea of being strong as Jing Yuan and being able to protect his loved ones someday was strong so he was trying his best.

"Okay Yanqing, what do you want to prepare for dad?"

"I want to give him the best sword in the world!,- boy said,- mom, can we buy dad a new sword from Artisanship Commission? Or even some rare one from another Xianzhou Ship? I can... I can earn money if it will cost too expensive! I... I will sell one of my swords, if there will be need! And if mom will agree one of her, from her collection. But I will buy you another one when I will grew up! Or when I will be as great warrior as dad!,- boy said while taking a bag from his pocket,- here is all my pocket money that i didn't spend and saved, we can use it!"

- You smiled and patted Yanqing's head. Your son was very considerate and so cute. He was ready to sell his favorite sword and spend his money to buy gift for Jing Yuan. You are raising him in right direction. To be kind, and not stingy. To be ready to help close ones.

"Haha, no need Yanqing, Mom has enough money, you can keep yours,- you said while standing up,- let's go to Artisanship Commission and see, what they can recommend. If you won't find good sword for dad, I will ask my friend from another Xianzhou ship about good swords, okay?"

"But what if mommy will spend all dad's and her money?"

"Then let's buy a sword with mom's money, and cake and other things with yours, deal?,- you asked blonde boy. He pounded, thinking and then nodded,- yes mom, let's do it this way! Now let's go while dad is busy, or else he will find out about our surprise and gift!"

- When you arrived to Artisanship Commissiom you met Master Gongshu and explained him what you were looking for. Yanqing's eyes were sparking with joy from the sight of all different swords, bows, spears, but mostly swords.

- After an hours of choosing, boy saw sword that "spoke to him". After asking Master Gongshu about this sword, he said that it was new one and was just finished this morning. A rare metal, was used to carve it's blade, the gold and a fine wood were used for it details and handle. Yanqing asked you and Master Gongshu whether you can buy it or not. Then as if stricked by lightning he asked if there is a possibility to carve something on sword's blade.

"What do you want to write, Yanqing?,- you asked while Master Gongshu was preparing instruments. Blonde boy thought for a moment and said,- can we carve [name of your favorite flower], little swallow bird and Mimi's head? So we would always accompany dad! Even if he won't use it, he will look at it and fell less homesick when he is not at the Luofu"

- You smiled at your son and looked at Master Gongshu. He, in his turn sketched his head in a deep thought. After that, he asked you to wait a few seconds, and he excused himself. Yanqing was worried that he somehow offended Master from Artisanship Commission, but you quickly reassured him that it was not the case.

- Master Gongshu returned with another young man, who introduced himself as Master Ling. He was the person who knew the methods of carving on blades. After telling him Yanqing's idea, he handled you a paper for you to draw sketch of [name of your favorite flower], swallow bird and lion. Yanqing was a bit scared to draw, because he understood that you can erase things on paper, but not on sword. But he wanted to draw it himself. After you proposed your help he agreed, after all you have an amazing skills in both calligraphy and ink art paintings.

- After few minutes [name of your favorite flower], lion and little swallow bird were finished and your son was beaming with excitement to see your art of blade. Master Ling told you that he will need a few days to finish work. (Drawing on blade required being careful, not to break the blade itself and for it to remain useful in future, and for art, quotes etc. to look beautiful).

- The rest of the week was busy for all your family. Meetings of 6 Advisors from all Xianzhou ships, as well as meetings between 6 Generals of Xianzhou ships. Mountains of paperwork for both you and Jing Yuan. Calligraphy lessons with Yanqing, sword and martial art lesson with Yanqing, other lessons that Yanqing had.

As a long lived person you sometimes thought that your life is kind of routine and boring. And you were grateful and thankful to your husband and Aeons that few years ago Jing Yuan brought home Yanqing and you decided to adopt him.

- June 21st. You woke up and carefully not to wake up person next to you, you got up. Jing Yuan was peacefully sleeping, but when he felt that you were missing he in his sleep furrowed his brows. You chuckled and gently kissed his forehead before going to the main hall of your estate.

- You carefully wrapped gift that you just finished yesterday. Then you felt someone tugging your pajama. You looked down and saw Yanqing standing there with drawing in his hand.

"Mom, dad is still sleeping?,- he asked,- should we wake him up?"

- After his words you looked at clock on the wall, it indeed was 10 a.m. Well it is weekend so that's why everyone were at home and you and Jing Yuan weren't hurrying to work.

- After you nodded you took all your presents and went to your shared with Jing Yuan bedroom. Yanqing happily run there and the pocked Jing Yuan's arm. After that, General lazily opened his eyes and looked at person who woke him up. Seeing Yanqing before him, small smile appeared on General's face.

"Happy birthday dad!,- Yanqing said while handing to Jing Yuan drawing of three of you,- this is for you!"

- Jing Yuan smiled and sat on the bed, while taking drawing from Yanqing.

"Thank you Yanqing,- he said while hugging small boy. Then he looked at drawing. There were three of you, standing in your estate garden, happily smiling. Of course it was not "ideal piece" by some famous artist, some lines were crooked, but General liked it with all his heart."

"It's not all presents!,- Yanqing exclaimed,- wait.. where is it?...???. Oh here,- he said taking carefully packed box,- Here dad! This surprise me and Mom bought you!"

- Jing Yuan with surprise looked at boy and then at you. You just smiled and asked him to open the box. Jing Yuan listened to you and soon saw a beautiful sword, with gold accesories. When he unleashed sword a big smile appeared on his face.

"Look dad, it is [name of your favorite flower], a little swallow bird and Mimi. [flower name] stands for mom, swallow bird is me, and Mimi for Mimi! When you will be abroad and miss home you always will have us with you,- Yanqing said while looking at Jing Yuan"

- Jing Yuan sat there surprised and speechless and then he carefully sheathed sword and putted it away. After that, he stood up and hugged both you and Yanqing.

"Thank you, both of you,- the General said.

You patted his back, - Happy birthday honey!

Happy birthday dad!"

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[NOTES]:

- Fun fact, [Name] did not spend her son's money on cake she putted it away then to hide it in one of the closets, so Yanqing would find them, and think that it is another allowance he saved but forgot about. Oh, and Jing Yuan did not know about this sword until his birthday. [Name] paid for it from her own account. Oi and Jing Yuan have this drawing that Yanqing did on his office table at the Seat of Divine Foresight! Even tho Yanqing is now 14, and asks General to put it  away (he is a bit  embarrassed of his childhood drawing) Jing Yuan still keeps it there, because it is very dear to him. And sword with flower, little swallow bird and Mimi is placed at the best place of his collection of weapons. He, in fact did take it with him, when he is not at the Luofu (even though he sometimes did not admit it).

- Why Yanqing is swallow bird (martin)? Because Yanqing's atk, E skill before battle and ult animations have birds in it, so I decided to make it like this.

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[blues824]

Heya bestie how are you doing

Imagen nezuko in the remarried empress.

(Platonic)

🎋Imagen navier finding her sleeping in her secret place and seeing a child with a bamboo muzzle and damaged clothes

And her calling guards to put the child in a room (she is able to walk in the sun for the story )

🌺After a week she is finally away and left her room and ran in to navier and when navier wants to take of her muzzel so she can talk she backs away and writs on a paper that she is a demon and the muzzle is to protect everyone.

🎋How would everyone react to navier finding lil nezuko in her garden with the damage and muzzel and( rattrash thinking navier did it to make her look better) .

🌺Navier thinking that this poor child was brainwash in to believing that she is a monster and feels sad until lil nezuko shows her proof that she a demon .

🎋Imagen navier bringing her to sovieshit with the news and that she whoud like to adopt lil nezuko and explaing why(because she in a Orhan and having her so close is for safety is she ever snaps ) .

🌺How would everyone react to her not needing to eat and that she just sleeps instead of eating human and how they react to her being able to sink and grow.

🎋Imagen her meeting qween and giving him one of her famous headpats that we now always demand because she gives the best headpats.

🌺And how would heinley reach to her instantly finding out that he is qween because of his smell and him panicing that she whoud tell only for her to give him a headpat.

🎋Her being the cutest demon everyone ever saw and everyone sending her gifts and dress because its so cute to see her wearing dresses the nobles send her she is like a little doll.

🌺How would everyone react to her finaly not wearing her muzzel and hearing her speak imagine navier having a bad day and her calling her mother and giving he a hug.

Sovieshu

When he had gotten word that a child was found right outside of the palace by his wife, he immediately went to go see what was happening. Well, the rumors were indeed true, as he saw Navier sitting on a chair to the side of a bed, which held a small girl who was sleeping. With the tender look in his wife’s eyes, he knew what her desired course of action was.

However, even if she were to adopt you, you would never be able to inherit the throne because you are not related by blood. But, who is he to dictate what she does (note my sarcasm)? So, when the legalities of it all were settled, you were now a member of the Imperial Family but were not crowned as the heiress in the case that he should die.

The people in and out of the palace all loved you, but it was clear that your new adoptive father was not so appreciative. On multiple occasions, he has tried to take your muzzle off as it was very improper for a young lady to wear something so repulsive out in public. However, you shoved him away and ran behind your adoptive mother for protection.

Your relationship went from bad to worse when he brought Rashta into the palace. By this point, it was revealed that you were a demon, but no one really cared because you had shown yourself capable of resisting the temptation of eating human flesh. But, upon seeing how angry Navier was, you very much almost killed Sovieshu and his mistress.

At the New Year’s Ball, the only reason why he said yes to his wife asking if you could attend was to draw the noble families’ attention away from his ignorant concubine and onto you, since you were well-loved. However, what he didn’t expect was for you to come without your muzzle and politely greet everyone. Well, at least the dress drama was now overlooked.

Rashta

When she was officially dubbed Sovieshu’s concubine, she was then introduced to both you and Navier. She thought you were the most adorable child ever and tried to kneel down and extend her arm out to you, but the Empress intervened and said that touching her daughter would not be necessary and that a verbal greeting will do.

Even though you were not able to inherit the throne, Rashta knew that you were well-loved by the people: both poor and noble. If the gifts that you had received weren’t an indicator, the headpats you had received from many people were definitely a sign. It wasn’t long before the mistress grew jealous of the love you were getting, while she had to climb the ranks and no one liked it or rewarded her.

It also wasn’t long before you were starting to give her flashbacks of Ian. You were an affectionate child towards Her Imperial Majesty, and all the concubine could see was regret at abandoning her firstborn. You made her think about a possible life she could have led, where she maybe married Alan and escaped slavery through that.

However, when it was revealed that you were a demon who had been resisting the temptation of human flesh, her heart flooded with terror. She was now constantly fearing for the life of her unborn child, and she stayed as far away from you as possible. But, it was nearly impossible at the New Year’s Ball, where she was very close to falling in a fit of hysterics.

Speaking of, you showed up at Navier’s side without your muzzle, and it was the first time she had ever heard your real voice. Everyone seemed to be as surprised, but no one was thinking what the young mistress was thinking: that demon needs her muzzle. It’s sad, really… how she thought of you like a dog rather than a demon who used to have a person.

Navier

She found you sleeping in her hiding place, and called a few guards to carry you to a spare bedroom so that she could look after you. However, over the course of just a few days, she grew attached and never wanted to depart from you. So, she hired someone to try and find your parents. When the results came back and said that your parents had perished, she sent for Sovieshu and voiced her desire to adopt you.

He gave her the ‘okay’, and she went through all the legalities. By this time, you were awake and overjoyed at the prospect of having a new mother. Once it was official, you immediately ran to hug your new mom. This alone almost had the woman in tears, as she has already grown to love you like a parent would their child.

But, not all happy moments last. Sovieshu had fallen in love with another woman, and made her a mistress. So, obviously, Navier was frustrated that he hadn’t talked with her first. Thus, this made you angry and you almost gnarled your teeth at the Emperor. This surprised the Empress, but she did stop Sovieshu from scolding you.

When she took you back to her chambers to talk to you about the incident, you took off your muzzle and started tearing up and talking about how you were a demon. She thought you meant it figuratively, but you showed her your teeth and the fact that you can shrink and grow. Well, word got out, but your reputation was not affected. Actually, the nobility and the commoners both continued to send you gifts for your courage to admit it.

During the New Year’s Ball, you showed up without your muzzle, and you appeared at the side of Her Imperial Majesty. You donned a beautifully made dress that had a similar pattern to your mother’s but was in your favorite color. Because you were greeting people and allowing them to hear your voice for the first time, the dress drama was overlooked and the party continued.

Heinrey

He first met you when he was in Queen form. He had flown into Navier’s window, and you were there. The two of you confused; him about what a child was doing here and you about what a bird was doing here. However, you walked over and gave the bird a headpat, and he at first found it shocking. But, upon finding out that you were Her Imperial Majesty’s adopted daughter, his heart melted at the fact that you accepted him.

Then, the New Year’s Ball. The Crowned Prince of the Western Kingdom watched as the Empress and the Princess made their grand interest. Of course, since it was his second time meeting you, he did not pay too much attention to you not having a muzzle, but he could tell that it was causing whispers about how gentle and polite you were.

You then walked up to greet him, but you noticed a distinct smell. You told him to bend down and quietly asked if he was the bird that was visiting your mother. His eyes widened at how quickly you were able to deduce that, but as he was bending down you gave him a headpat and promised not to tell.

As Heinrey and Navier got more romantically involved, the former became more of a father figure to you than Sovieshu ever has. On more than one occasion, the Crowned Prince has been seen carrying you about, picking you up and twirling you around while smiling at you… and again it gave you a sense of family.

When the whole divorce sequence happens, the High Priest ruled in Navier’s favor in custody over you, and with the remarriage it meant that Heinrey was now your stepfather. You let out a cheer of joy as you ran into his arms, where he had on arm secured around you and one arm secured over his new wife.

[justreckin]

20 questions for fic writers

alright @emonydeborah said hey there's a thing and i say yes (ages later)

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 6

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 28,070

3. What fandoms do you write for? Honestly, whatever's catching my fancy in that moment. Of the things I've posted, The Librarians is the only fandom that I've ever even posted more than one fic for.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Raising Harry (Harry Potter/Underworld) Where Selene comes across Harry playing at the park alone at night and decides that the best idea is to sorta adopt him.

Never Say He Isn't Grateful (Agent Carter/Captain America) Howard realizes he owes Peggy big time and the best way for him to repay her is to go rescue Steve.

5 Times Ezekiel Called Eve Mum and the Time They Made it Official (The Librarians) 5+1 what it says on the tin.

Second Time Around (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.) Coulson went in on the Bahrain mission, May died. Oneshot re-write of the first episode that I considered expanding and have actually written other chapters for but... 🤷‍♀️

How Apep got Ezekiel Grounded for the Rest of his Natural Life (The Librarians) Season 3 Finale in the same universe as the previous Librarians fic that has a second chapter I have yet to write...

5. Do you respond to comments? I certainly try to. I'm not the best at it, but I love getting to have a conversation with anyone who likes the same things I do.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Heh probably I'm Not Your Mother but even then it's a) not really all that angsty and b) mostly that I dropped a mean bomb on characters and then ran away because I have no idea what else to do with it.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? ...everything else? Look, canon is already regularly very mean to characters. I am here to live in my happy little fantasies where everything works out.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Not hate per se but I'd left up an unfinished multi-chapter fic at one point and someone commented that I was the reason they'd lost faith in authors with unfinished works and is maybe more responsible for me not posting any of the myriad of things I have on my computer than I want to admit.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Nah. I write more family than relationship stuff, really.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? Yes. Uh... it's not posted, but maybe the Harry Potter/Song of the Lioness that I hashed out at one point.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Don't think so.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?  Don't think so.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Ha! @emonydeborah and I spitball all the time (it's wonderful) and she absolutely gets credit if that parent trap fic ever gets finished, but I don't think I'm up to the group project that would be co-writting a fic.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? the Enterprise NCC-1701 dash nothing! All jokes aside, it genuinely is the only ship I go back to on a regular basis.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Uh... honestly, I don't know that I'll ever finish half the things in my WIP folder.

16. What are your writing strengths? Probably dialogue. I feel I'm pretty good at getting the character's literal voice down.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Anything happening around the dialogue. In my head these people are always moving around and doing things, but it always feels so clunky if I try to put that onto a page.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Maybe an individual word or two for a curse or endearment. I know enough Spanish I'd probably be comfortable writing in it. But that'd be about it.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Uh.... Star Trek? One sec, must check files. Yeah, pretty sure it was a short TOS thing. Hmm might need to take a look at that again, clean it up, repost...

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? Posted? Probably Ezekiel calling Eve mum. Not posted? Nah, actually, don't know that there is one that's not posted.

.... @the-redhead-in-a-dress and @sun-lit-roses did you do it yet, did you do it? I wanna see 😁

[bitchin-beskar]

Strings of Fate

Chapter 1: I’ll follow that little red string... 

Word Count: 1.2k Pairing: N/A Chapter Rating: T (very very brief mentions of canon-compliant violence) AN: This fic would not be possible without @eggdrawsthings and their art work. I’ve linked the pieces that inspired this fic here, and here, as well as at the bottom of the fic. Please go check out their work, it is so amazing. This fic series is dedicated to them!

“Din, sweetheart, do you want to give Grogu his gift?”

Din grinned toothily up at his mother, little hands eagerly reaching for the small parcel she held in front of her, wrapped in plain brown paper and tied with a red string. She handed him the package, smiling fondly as he immediately turned around and plopped down on the ground, holding the present out towards his little green friend. 

Grogu looked up at Din, big bright eyes wide and curious as his little clawed hands reached out for his present. Din eagerly handed it over, bouncing up and down in excitement as Grogu dug into the paper with a ferocity only children can manage.

As he tore the paper back to reveal a rich, red fabric, Grogu looked up at Din, his tiny brow furrowed.

Din wriggled happily. “It’s a robe!” He blurted, unable to stand the anticipation any longer. “Mama made it for you! I thought you could have something else to wear other than your brown robes, and now we can match, and I really hope you like it, and if it doesn’t fit, Mama can-”

“Din,” his mother interrupted gently. “Breathe, darling. Let Grogu get the package open before you start bombarding him.”

“Sorry, Mama,” Din said, not at all sorry.

“Patuu?” 

“Yep, it’s all for you!” 

Grogu looked down at the red fabric for a moment, before looking back at his best friend. He blinked, and suddenly he was launching himself at Din.

His little body flew through the air so quickly, Din had no time to brace himself, and he toppled over, wracked with giggles as he hugged Grogu tightly. His mother smiled down at the two boys, rolling around on the floor, before moving towards the kitchen to get started on lunch.

Grogu began to squirm, shoving the tiny red robe at Din, and Din eagerly sat up, and began to help him pull it on over his head.

“Grogu, hold still!” Din laughed, trying to worm the red fabric over Grogu’s humongous ears. “Hang on, Grogu.” 

Din tugged the fabric down over Grogu’s little brown robe, until he was dressed in the same rich, berry-red fabric as Din. “There,” he declared. “All finished!” 

“Bwah!” Grogu squealed, spinning around awkwardly in a circle, spreading his little arms as if to show off his new attire. 

“Now we match! You’re officially a part of the Djarin family now!” 

***

Din shot up in his cot, heart racing, breath coming in quick pants. He blinked furiously against the welling of tears in his eyes. He hadn’t had a dream like that in–Maker–in years. His memories of childhood were mostly hazy, only coming to him in dreams. Scrubbing his face with one hand, Din sighed. This job was just getting to him, that was all. Doing jobs for Imps always left a bitter taste in his mouth, and he tried to avoid them whenever possible, but Karga had made it clear that it was this, or nothing. 

He was spared from any further ruminations by the alarm going off in the cockpit, alerting him to the Razor Crest’s incoming arrival to Arvala-7. Getting out of the tiny bunk he called a bed, Din sighed again. He’d be glad once this hunt was done and over with, and the camtono of beskar he’d been promised was back with the tribe.

***

Well, that certainly hadn’t gone to plan. 

Getting to the compound on the back of the bluurg had been the exact opposite of comfortable, but it was nothing compared to the frustration Din felt as soon as he saw the IG-11 appear and begin reciting the writ of seizure. The ensuing firefight hadn’t been ideal, but he’d come out relatively unscathed. 

Getting through the blast door was a simple feat due to the multi-barreled vulcan blaster cannon conveniently supplied by the guards and mercenaries. The IG-11 marched straight in without a care for any hidden threats, but Din was more cautious, blaster at the ready.

But the bunker was seemingly empty, void of any life. 

Until...

There, in the back...

A silver pod was placed on a few crates, and partially covered with netting and canvas. The fob’s blinking and beeping was off the chart, especially when pointed at the pod.

Din advanced towards the pod, only a few steps behind the bounty droid. He was confused by the size of the pod. It seemed rather small to hold a fifty-year old bounty, but then again, it could be some type of alien life form. The Client never specified that the bounty was human, after all. 

The IG Unit stopped in front of the pod, pressing the button on the front to open the pod. The silver dome slid open, revealing a small creature inside. As the creature began to peer over the lip of the dome, Din sucked in a harsh breath through his vocabulator.

It wasn’t possible. 

Those ears...

That green skin...

Those eyes...

His eyes widened behind his visor as he watched the IG Unit raise it’s blaster. 

“WAIT!” Din cried, his gloved hand reaching out as though to stop the droid.

The bounty droid’s head swiveled, and if droids could emote, it would be giving Din a very unamused look. “The commission was quite specific. The asset was to be terminated.” 

The IG-11 didn’t have a chance to raise it’s blaster again, as Din’s arm came up and shot a blaster bolt through it’s head, his hand steady and his aim deadly accurate. 

The droid fell to the ground, deactivated. Din paid no mind to the smoking hunk of metal, instead holstering his gun, his hand far shakier than it had been moments before. 

Peering out from a mass of blankets, large black eyes blinked up at him. Ears far too large for his little body twitched inquisitively, and he let out a soft, questioning “patuu?” as Din continued to stare.

A choked gasp escaped Din’s lips, and he felt tears begin to run down his cheeks, unbidden, although still hidden by the beskar. “G–Grogu?!” 

Black eyes somehow managed to get even wider, and suddenly there were two little arms reaching up out of the blankets towards him. Din stumbled forward on shaking legs, his hands carefully grasping the green child and lifting him up and out of the silver pod. 

Immediately, he brought Grogu within the circle of his arms, cradling him against his cuirass, one hand coming up to cup the back of his head. “I-I thought I’d never see you again,” he gasped out, voice cracking. “I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry I let you go.”

Grogu tucked his face into the soft fabric between Din’s pauldron and the edge of his helmet, cooing softly as his little claws clung tightly to the edges of his cape. Din could feel his tiny body shaking, little hiccuping cries escaping his tiny lips. He rocked back on his heels, his arms bands of beskar around Grogu, his heart hurting at the thought of all the pain his old friend must have suffered in the years they’d been parted. 

He could feel the conflicting waves of sorrow and happiness, pain and joy, terror and love emanating from Grogu, the way he often communicated back when Din was a child on Aq Vetina. 

“I’m never going to let you go again, Grogu,” Din swore, as tears continued to stream down his cheeks. “I swear to you, I’m never gonna let you go.”

@eggdrawsthings’s art is the inspiration behind this fic (and all other future fics for this au), and this would not be possible without their incredible artwork. I’ve linked both images here, and here, so please please please go check out their other art and give them some love!! 

[shinidamachu]

You're a fantastic writer! ✏️ I'm curious before the whole Yashahime disaster, what was your ideal post canon ideas for Inuverse?

Some examples would be how many kids did Inukag have and do they look more human or demonic? What are the next gen kids personalities like? Did the well reopen? Is Sessomaru a good uncle/brother to Inukag and kids? How are Mirsan, Shippo, and Koga doing? Do you imagine the Inugang having more slice of life adventures or going on another serious adventure like Horai Island?

Sorry, that this is a lot to ask, I really enjoy your writing, anyways keep up the wonderful work! 🌟

.Well, thank you, first of all. You're very sweet for saying that about my writting.

And honestly? In my opinion, Inuyasha had a very satisfying, very definitive ending. The main characters have all earned their happily ever after and a continuation wasn't at all needed unless you wanted to mess this up. Sometimes the healthy thing to do is just let the piece of media you love go and revisit it or explore fanfiction if you miss it.

Which doesn't mean an official Inuyasha sequel couldn't have been done right. I know that because over the years, this fandom has written absolutely mind blowing post canon fanfics.

I'm talking about stories that have engaging and interesting plots, flawless characterization and actually fit right into the world of Inuyasha, not only respecting the lore and rules of its universe but expanding on it and adding substance to it, filling in the blanks the original left instead of creating more.

There are many, many examples of that, but to me, the ideal post canon, non next generation universe is the one written in Light Me a Lantern by @inuyashasforest (and I still can't believe we got this masterpiece for free). Compare it to Yashahime and you'll see the difference between writting with passion and love for the original story and writting so you can make money. It's disconcerting.

That being said, I talked about how many kids I'd like Inuyasha and Kagome to have here. As for their personalities and what do they look like, I expressed my thoughts about it here, but was specifically talking about Moroha since she was the one thing Sunrise did right.

Any children Inuyasha and Kagome eventually bring into the world would have to be only 1/4 demon as opposite to Inuyasha's 1/2. This means less demonic features and more human characteristics. I like the idea that their children would be a perfect mix of them, just like Moroha, only with a few outstanding demonic attributes here and there. Like, Moroha has the fangs, her brother could have white hair, her other sibling could have dog ears and so on. But never all at once.

I enjoy Moroha as a big sister and I like to picture her baby brother as a mama's little boy. He would be sensitive, shy, smart and very talented in artistic ways.

As for the Mirsan kids, I love the concept of the twins being huge flirts so Miroku pays for his sins. One of them having his spiritual powers while the other takes after her mother and becomes a great demon slayer also amuses me to no end. And I adore the name Hisui for their babyboy. Only I think instead of being a demon slayer he could grow up to be the leader of the village or have an equivalent position of political power.

The Well never opened again (I've talked about this before, but couldn't find the more in dept post I made, so I'll just summarize it here): the Well reopening greatly takes emotional weight away from the narrative. it diminishes Kagome's final choice, it annihilates the "bittersweetness" of her return, it keeps the story from circling back from Inuyasha being a lonely half demon being despised by everyone to the same Inuyasha now having someone willing to sacrifice everything for him. And it also leaves no room for Inuyasha and Kagome to figure it out how this sacrifice affects their relationship and grow from it as characters and as a couple. Of course you can interpret the ending in a different way, but I'm personally very passionate about this one.

Sesshomaru treats his nieces and nephews the same way he treated Rin and Kohaku. He grows to respect Inuyasha in his cold, silent way, but he's still closer to Kagome. One, because Kagome makes him. Two, because there's just too much story between Sesshomaru and Inuyasha, both of them deciding things are good the way they are, no reason to force it.

Miroku and Sango are doing great. They rebuilt Sango's village, their kids and friends are the joy of their lives. They often go on missions together when Inuasha and Kagome are free to babysit and or when their kids are old enough. And just like in Yashaime (because that part was actually interesting), Miroku feels a bit useless without the Wind Tunnel so he does his best to get stronger in different ways (ways that do not unclude basically abandoning his family) and he achieves that goal with a lot of effort and Sango's constant support.

Shippo becomes a very famous figure in the kitsune community because his tricks improve greatly and he grows up to be one of the greatest names in the story of transfiguration. Koga runs the rebuilt (and thrieving) Wolf Tribe with Ayame by his side. They're now human friendly thanks to the Inugang, with whom he regularly keeps touch.

I don't really have a preference as for if they would have more slice of life adventures or another serious quest when I'm reading fanfic. But if we're talking official content, I'd go for a new life or death mission in a heartbeat, because as much as slice of life is pure and cute and wholesome, I'd be waiting for something to happen all the time, then get frustrated and bored once it doesn't.

It's one thing to deliberately search for slice of life content, which I often do. Another one is being fed nothing but slice of life while Sunrise makes easy profit off it without any real effort to give us something that actually can be categorized as a sequel, not just another epilogue.

If we're paying for a whole show with at least two seasons, we should get slice of life and a real adventure while we're at it. Unless it's, like, a very compact list of episodes (half a season tops) made to be nothing but extra content to rise founds for charity or something of the sorts, in which case it would be acceptable.

[tomtenadia]

Remember Us - 7

I know we are in full Rowaelin month but I thought to give you part 7 as a present...

There is a small library scene in perfect theme with Day 4. (This is not part of Rowaelin month. Just a coincidence)

The chapters are getting less angsty. As I mentioned in a post a few days ago... i Finished the story and it has 10 parts. That was the original plan and I promise a HEA

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Rowan had spent the entire day going through all of their albums. Evalin had offered to look after Freyja, but instead he had kept the girl in his arms while sitting on the carpet and and album in front of him.

He had just finished the one about Thomas and now opened the one dedicated to his daughter. They were both still a working in progress as it looked like Aelin would just record the stages in their lives.

“Look, who is this one?” The little girl pointed at the picture and babbled something.

“This is you.” He told her in a loving tone “the most precious thing in our lives with your brother.”

“You did it, Fireheart.” Rowan kissed the head of an exhausted Aelin, while the doctors were busy cleaning and checking on their daughter.

The nurse walked to them with a bundle in her arms and gave it to Aelin “I think your daughter is ready to meet you.” And placed the baby on Aelin’s chest.

Rowan sat at her side, his arms around her shoulder as he drew closer his two women.

“She is like you, Ro.”

He kissed her forehead “I love you both. Madly.”

In another photo he saw Thomas in the hospital bed near her mother, kissing his sister head and the caption read Thomas is officially a big brother and he finally gets to meet his sister. 

“ ‘Mas” babbled Freyja, pointing at the photo.

“Yes, that is your brother.”

Page by page he followed his daughter life and as it happened for Thomas, some moments became familiar all of a sudden.

Looking at photos had been a great idea but with Aelin’s captions had been even better as it was as if someone was actually telling him the story.

He looked at a couple of more albums but then he felt an headache coming and his vision was getting tired as well, so he grabbed Freyja and went to lie down on the sofa, making sure that she was tucked in safely between him and the back of the sofa. Evalin was busy doing chores around the house. He pulled the little girl to his chest and he started humming a tune while his hand caressed her head.

Not long after they were both asleep.

Evalin appeared back in the living room not long after and when she saw the scene in front of her she almost cried. Then she took her phone and snapped a picture and sent it to Aelin Your husband and your daughter are having some quality time together.

*

“How’s the study session going?” A younger Rowan paused beside a table in a university library.

The blonde woman in front of him groaned in exasperation “med school. Of all the degrees I choose from, I went for the worst one.” Her head collapsed heavily on the books in front of her “I want to be a neurosurgeon, I don’t care about the kidneys. Why am I studying this crap?”

Rowan smiled and placed a cup of coffee on the table “you need caffeine.”

Aelin lifted her head “yes, in IV.” She extended her arm and Rowan chuckled “you are the doctor, you will have to perform that on yourself.” He laughed and patted her head “I can tell you the legal repercussions of me performing such a procedure without a licence.”

Aelin grabbed her coffee and drank avidly “smartass.”

“A smartass you love?”

“Keep dreaming, Whitethorn.”

When he woke up again he was not ready for the splitting headache. He tried to sit up but dizziness hit him hard and then a wave of nausea. He jumped off the sofa but crashed on the carpet. Rowan fought to stand up but his body refused to obey “Evalin,” he croaked, grabbing his head in his hands.

A moment later Evalin was at his side “Rowan, are you okay?”

He crashed back down on the carpet and groaned. Evalin slowly helped him to sit back up and she felt panic rise “I should call Aelin.”

“No,” said Rowan in a whisper as he stood shakily and sat at the opposite side of the sofa away from his sleeping daughter. He should not be around the kids. No one should be around him while he was in that state.

And in that instant nausea hit again and he grabbed his stick and slowly dragged himself to the bathroom, collapsed on the floor and emptied the content of his stomach in the toilet.

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Aelin had just finished surgery when she noticed the worried text from her mother. Rowan was not well.

She changed from the scrubs, paged her second, told him she had a family emergency and that she had to go back home. They all knew her situation and he was understanding. She had finished her surgeries for the day so finishing early was not much of an issue.

She drove home with her heart racing with panic. She knew the complications after a brain injury and she was worried. Her mother had not specified what happened but her tone seemed frantic.

Once in front of the house she parked quickly and once in the house she found it quiet. Her mother was sitting on the sofa reading to Freyja and Thomas was on the carpet playing with his toy cars.

“Where is he?”

Evalin looked up at her “in bed. He was sick, complaining of strong headaches and he said he was tired.”

Aelin dropped her backpack and ran for the bedroom and found him asleep.

She walked to him and sat at his side at the edge on the bed and slowly caressed his head. Her strong, amazing husband looked fragile, tucked in bed and sleeping on his side. The time in the hospital had left his mark and his frame was now thinner. Her hand ran through his hair once again and then deposited a gentle kiss and in that instant his eyes popped open as she chastised herself for it.

“Hi you,”

“Hi,” his voice gruff “you are home.”

“Mum texted me that you were not well.”

He tried to sit up but Aelin kept him down “you need to rest. What are your symptoms?”

Rowan’s head collapsed back on the pillow “headache, dizziness and nausea.”

Aelin’s hand was in his hair again “it’s normal. From one to ten, how bad is the headache?”

“Seven.”

She stood and came back a moment later with a glass of water and a tablet “Just a light dose to help you a bit.”

Rowan took the water and the medicine and once he was done Aelin lay down at his side, snuggling  close to him, her hand on his chest. Rowan’s arms as if on instinct went around her frame but did not hug her tight. He had no energy.

“I dreamt…” he closed his eyes for a second “I dreamt of us in the library. You were complaining about your degree and kidneys,” he told her softly “I brought you coffee.”

Aelin chuckled against his chest. She did remember exactly the day “that was when I started to fall for you.”

“Tell me,” he said, his lips brushing her hair.

“Somehow you had memorised my schedule,” she began her tale “so you would pop up in the library and keep me company studying. You with your laws and me with my crazy med stuff.” She looked up at him and found her husband staring at her “during my anatomy exam you offered to be my skeleton and I revised on you.” She flicked his nose and the gentle flinch of his nose reminded her so much of him, his usual reaction “At the end of a crazy exam you brought me cake and once my session of exams was over you asked me out.”

Rowan gave her a weak smile and she could see the tiredness in his face “you asked me to move in with you on my birthday and my present were the keys to your flat. I moved out of mine the next day and Aedion moved in with Lysandra and took my place.”

“Are we good friends with them?” He asked with interest. So far they had never discussed their friends and he thought it was time to try.

Aelin nodded “Aedion is my cousin. Lys and I were flatmates and she is my best friend.” Her hand brushed his hair once again, the gesture was relaxing and Rowan seemed to enjoy it too, his features much more relaxed “then we have Lorcan and Elide and the six of us kinda form a nice tight group.”

“Do they know about my condition?”

Aelin nodded “I explained to them and the only reason they haven’t visited is because I knew it was going to be too much so I told them to wait.”

“Thank you,” he said softly while his hand brushed her back “I can’t just yet.”

Aelin nodded again and his expression morphed as if he wanted to ask her something but hesitate. His hand moved “can I?” And Aelin knew what he meant. She took his hand and pushed it under her t-shirt and on her tiny baby bump “I don’t know yet if it’s a girl or a boy. I have a check up in two weeks and will see if we can find out the sex.”

His thumb moved gently as if to greet their child with his free hand he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he said a bit too quietly.

“I should let you rest,” Aelin tried to move but his hand grabbed her writs and pulled her back down against him. He had been enjoying that moment they had shared. His arms went around her frame and pulled her to him. 

“You love to cuddle.”

“Do I?” He told her rising an eyebrow.

“Sometimes when mum takes the kids we do enjoy a lot of naked, adult cuddling.”

Rowan’s heart raced in terror “I am not…” he stopped “I can’t yet.”

“Shh…” said Aelin, placing a gentle finger on his lips “We are not doing anything you do not want to do.” She told him with love.

He pulled her even closer and tucked her head under his chin, and the position felt familiar all of a sudden, her scent enveloping his nostrils. Everything about her felt familiar, the shape of her body against his, her scent, they way she fit perfectly in his arms.

They were in silence for a moment until two small cyclones joined them.

“Dad.” Shouted Thomas quite loudly and Rowan groaned, his head not appreciating the decibels coming from his son.

“Quiet, Tom, dad is not well.”

The little boy zipped his lips and climbed in bed. Freyja padded to her father’s side and extended her arms in a gesture to be picked up. Rowan turned and lifted his daughter in his arms and pushed her under the blankets with Thomas and Aelin joined them a moment later.

“We are keeping company to dad but we need to be quiet. Can we do that?”

Thomas nodded eagerly and Freyja kept sucking on her pacifier. The little girl climbed on her father chest and Rowan rolled on his back to help her curl up properly. Thomas was tucked in at his side and Aelin’s arm reached over and enveloped them.

“Sorry, they really missed you.”

Rowan shook his head “this feels really nice and normal.”

Aelin smiled and brushed Thomas’ hair “believe me on a weekend it is, and if I am not working the four of us love a long morning in bed together.”

He chuckled and loved the image “What about the names?”

Aelin grabbed Freyja’s hand in her and kissed it “Thomas was a character in a sci-fi series that we both love. He is an Admiral and quite amazing. He is actually my fictional husband. Freyja, we took it from a mythology book.”

Rowan laughed “so I have competition.”

“Can you be an admiral?”

“I order you to kiss me, soldier.” Rowan felt a smile tug at his lips and Aelin stared at him with fondness. Then leaned forward and pressed a kiss on his lips.

“Bleah,” said Thomas in protest. Aelin stamped a big kiss on his cheek “feeling better now?” And the boy grinned and climbed down from the bed “lego.” And he ran away.

Aelin sighed “he has a lot of energy.” And now that her son space had been vacated she scooted closer to Rowan and her hand was on the girl’s back on top of Rowan’s.

“I love the kids. It’s been only a few days but I love them madly already.” He whispered looking down at his sleeping daughter. Then back at Aelin and for a brief moment he saw sadness in her eyes. Loving the kids had been easy. His feelings for her were far more complicated. He felt something but could not put a name on it yet.

“With you is…” he paused, searching for the right words. He had caused enough pain already “complicated. There is something, I can feel it, but I don’t know if it’s just the memories or my actual feelings.” His hand ran through his hair “I don’t know how to explain it clearly.”

Aelin kissed his forehead tenderly. For as much as she wanted her husband back, she was not going to rush him. He would need time and she was willing to wait. She had waited at his bedside for so long to have him awake again that she was happy to take even the small acts of affection he was willing to give her.

“I want you to have your husband back, and I am trying…”

“Shhh…” she said to him, a gentle kiss on his lips “I have him back, and I can see more of him coming back everyday. You don’t realise it but he is there.” She patted his chest “My husband is right here in my arms.”

Rowan’s hand grabbed the back of her head and pulled her to him for a fierce kiss. Aelin melted at the contact. The kiss felt like coming home and for a moment it swept away all her fears.

“Does your husband kiss you like that?” The smirk on his face and his playful tone was him and she pulled back, coming up for air. 

“Seems like you remember this part very well.”

“It does help that my wife is stunning.”

Aelin smiled. He had called her his wife. Had he accepted his life? Had he accepted them?

She looked at him in his pine green eyes looking for an answer.

“Yes.”

[adaineabernantsfrog]

Day 11: Love Notes!

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Ship: Benedict Blue x Erica Brown

Prompt: Love notes.

Dynamic: Co-workers, found family, maybe parents.

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Benedict was known for running his mouth, but as he found himself sat in front of a typewriter, he felt like he was waking up in that hospital on the edge of the city all over again, with no memories and his dog tag at his bedside. He sighed and threw his head back. It was after work hours, so no clients saw him, but Iris did. "Ben." She said, dragging a seat into his booth. "What are you doing?" She crossed her legs and leant back in her chair, completely relaxed.

Her short and shaggy grey hair was hanging limply around her face, her eyebrows were raised and her jacket was long abandoned when she arrived to work, and even though she had long sleeves she shook from the cold. "Come on," She said, as he looked at her strangely, "I have to be feminine all day let me relax." Benedict took a moment. Talking to Iris was normal. Easy. Banter. Back and forth.

"I thought you liked being feminine, and if you didn't then why are you even a doll?" He asked back, pushing the type writer away.

"I like it on some days, on other days I just want to dress like you and Boss Hodgins. You know?" She asked.

"No." He replied. She shrugged.

"Anyway, what's the problem, why are you fawning over a typewriter, does Taylor need help with her homework or something?" She said, referencing Benedict's un-official child, Taylor, who was now 11, enrolled in a school, working part-time at the company and living with Violet.

"No, it's not about Taylor. She's loving school. It's, ah, good lord, a 'me' thing." He ran his hand through his hair and sighed. Iris's eyebrows raised, and her eyes widened.

"Is it about 'Rica?" She asked, and Benedict turned pink. "I knew it! It is about Rica!" She yelled, and Benedict shushed her. "Alright, alright. So, the type writer, you're at work...You want to write her a letter, right?" Benedict turned a brighter shade of pink. "Right, you are far too easy to read, Blue."

"Shut up." He hissed. "I feel like I've forgotten everything. How to write- I know what I want to say but the words aren't there." Iris lowered her eyebrows and put her head in her hands, and sighed heavily.

"Benedict, hand me the type writer, I'm literally a doll." She said. He did as he was told, and she instantly was off. She clicked away in almost silence, filling line after line with words. He opened his mouth to say something, but she stopped him. "Ben I'm a doll this is my life. We've all seen the way you look at Rica."

"I can't pay you." He said, and she glared at him.

"No. Shit. You're just as broke as I am all of your money goes into rent and finding out who you are. Any leads on that by the way?" She asked, her voice becoming softer towards the end.

"I remembered thier names. My Mother, my Father, older siblings, and obviously Clarise. I had older siblings by the way. Thier names were Acacia and Clover. My parents were Marcus and Leanna. That gives me some hope." He stopped where his memories stopped; Names and hospitals. Before that was a blur, almost like a dream you couldn't quite remember. "Let me see what you're writting."

"Ok." She shrugged, ripping off the letter and handing it to him. "I think I did alright."

"This is just asking her out on a date fancily." He said once he had finished reading the letter. "But it is exactly what I wanted to say. So thank you, Iris." She smirked. "Don't look at me like that, I take it back."

"No you don't."

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To his surprise, Erica approached him first the next day. She offered to pick Taylor up from her school, and Benedict said he'd come with her, since he was done for the day anyway (save for the few letters he'd kept for Taylor.). They stood, side by side, in the school yard. "I don't remember school." He said, grinning.

"I know, Benedict." She replied. Joking was just one of the many ways he used to cope with the forgetting who you are and if you have a family thing. "Did you sleep well last night?" She asked.

"I was up late," He said, "Working on something."

"On what?"

"Just something for Taylor's birthday." He mumbled as the children came bounding out of the classroom.

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A little while later, Erica came to see Benedict again, with a letter in her hand. He had asked Taylor to deliver something to a friend of his, and it had worked, clearly. "So Taylor gave me this." She said, almost embarrassed, taking the seat next to him. He pretended to be shocked. "I know that Iris wrote it. She's the only one willing to help you with this kind of thing."

"So..." He began, looking at her casually. "What's the answer?" She thought for a moment.

"Yes."

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After that, Benedict left little love notes for Erica all around her place, and he didn't always have to use Iris. It was easy now, to find things he liked. Some of his notes said things like this:

-"I like the way your hair gets lighter in the summer."

-"I keep seeing you give Iris your scarf during winter, should I get you a new one?"

-"I like the way your head fits softly into my shoulder, it's so perfect it makes me very happy."

And she started leaving them back, only more poetic:

-"When you pick up Taylor from school you have a large smile on your face, and it feels like sunshine, and then when you read as well you get this focused smile, like sunshine again, but winter sunshine."

-"Your eyes are so shiny, it feels like I'm drowning in a good way whenever you look at me, you live up to your last name, Blue. Like the sky, like the ocean, and rivers."

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One day, years later, Violet approached her as she was writing. "Miss Erica, might I ask what you are working on?" Erica sighed happily.

"Oh, just something for me." She said. "It's a 'me' thing."

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DAY 11 WOW IM DOING GOOD!!! Who better for love notes than charcters from a show all about writting? @flufftober2021

[undercityviktor]

Hiii, i'm writting to you so that you know that i loved your Jayvik fanfic, its trully wonderfull and you have amazing skills. Btw thanks for making Jayce from Madrid, i'm from Madrid and when I readed that i was so so Happy. Continue doong amazing!

-Anon <3

Thank you so much!! I’m delighted to hear that you enjoyed it. You’re officially my second-ever ask/anon on my new blog, so thanks for that as well!

I left the main setting of the story fairly ambiguous, but since a few of the characters have British accents in the show, I sort of vaguely imagined it taking place in England, but honestly it could be anywhere you want to imagine it. Jayce’s heritage isn’t going to come up much, but I’m sure he wants to go to Spain to visit his mother’s side of the family when he can (maybe he’ll take Viktor one day?).

I’m not sure how many chapters it will have - I really only imagined it as a little one-shot piece while I worked on something else, but if there’s something specific to Madrid — culture, food, a phrase or saying — that you would love to see me include as a little reference, please feel free to let me know!

[sayuricorner]

HomestuckxTwisted wonderland: Trolls in Twisted Wonderland AU headcanons part 2: Cronus Ampora, Kurloz Makara, Horuss Zahhak and Aranea Serket

Headcanons part 1         Part 3

AU concept

Warning: English is not my first language so sorry if it’s confusing!

You can use this AU if you want, just credite and tag me in return please I would love to read the result ! 😉

Here we go for the part 2 of the headcanons! This part will focus on our “highblood alpha trolls”’s character profiles and on some headcanons about them as well! ^^

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Characters profiles:

Name: Cronus Ampora

Gender: Male

Age: 17 in human age

Birthday: 21 january

Starsign: Aquarius

Height: 191 cm

Eye color: Violet

Hair color: Black

Homeland: -Alternia(birthplace)

-Valley of Thorns(current)

Dorm: Octavinelle

School year: Second

Occupation: Night Raven College student

Club: Light music club

Best subject: Magic history

Dominant hand: Left

Favorite food: Fried calamari with fries

Least favorite food: Noodles

Dislike: Himself

Hobby: Music

Talents: Singing

“You know what? I think I can die happy now, 'cause I’ve just seen a piece of heaven!“

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Name: Kurloz Makara

Gender: Male

Age: 17 in human age

Birthday: 22 december

Starsign: Capricorn

Height: 205 cm

Eye color: Purple

Hair color: Black

Homeland: -Alternia(birth place)

-Jubilee Port’s bayou(current)

Dorm: Savanaclaw

School year: Second

Occupation: Night Raven College student

Club: Magical shift

Best subject: Alchemy

Dominant hand: Left

Favorite food: Spicy food

Least favorite food: Catfish

Dislike: Too noisy people

Hobby: Making voodoo dolls

Talents: Cooking

“...“

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Name: Horuss Zahhak

Gender: Male

Age: 17 in human age

Birthday: 23 november

Starsign: Sagittarius

Height: 186 cm

Eye color: Indigo

Hair color: Black

Homeland: -Alternia(birth place)

-Land of Pyroxene(current)

Dorm: Ignihyde

School year: Second

Occupation: Night Raven College student

Club: Horse ridding

Best subject: Defensive and strategic magic

Dominant hand: Right

Favorite food: Ice cream

Least favorite food: Horse meat

Dislike: Being saw as an idiot

Hobby: Science and horses

Talents: Magic technology

“Absolutely fascinating! You my friend are a truly interesting individual!“

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Name: Aranea Serket

Gender: Female

Age: 17 in human age

Birthday: 23 october

Starsign: Scorpio

Height: 190 cm

Eye color: Cerulean

Hair color: Black

Homeland: - Alternia(birthplace)

- The Sea Heart crew(current)

Dorm: Unknow

School year: Second

Occupation: Unknow all-girls magical school student

Club: Literature

Best subject: History

Dominant hand: Right

Favorite food: Quiche

Least favorite food: Fugu

Dislike: To be see just as “Captain Serket’s daughter”

Hobby: Reading

Talents: Writting

“Magic is an complex concept, it’s the everything and the nothing, life and death, light and darkness and is unpredicta8le! That your arrival in this world was fated or a pure coincidence... No on can tell!“

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-Cronus was met by Yuu and their friends during the Octavinelle arc, at first he found Ace's, Deuce's, Grim's and the others Azul's victims situation funny 'cause he think those who are stupid enough to make deals with Azul just got what they deserve, but when Azul got things too far Cronus became an ally with Yuu to set the record straight with his dorm leader and help the group and the leech twins to fight Azul when he overbloted.

-Kurloz met Yuu and their friends during the Savanaclaw arc, was at first a bit hostile toward then 'cause he didn't like they suspected his dorm to try to sabotage the others dorm to win the school's magical shift tournament, but when it was revealed that Leona was indeed trying to cheat, Kurloz was not happy and helped Yuu and the others to fight overblot Leona.

-Horuss met Yuu and their friends during the Happy Bean day, he helped to design and create the beans guns and participate in the event on team monster.

-Aranea met Yuu and the others during the Halloween event, she was visiting NRC for halloween and to see Cronus, Horuss and Kurloz.

-Despite being a very good student Cronus is also quite a trouble maker who like to mess and flirt with the others students.

-Kurloz and Leona are childhood friends due to Leona's parents often asking for Jael's and Mama Makara's services in magic and potion in the past, Leona see Jael as one of his, even his most, trusted friend but due to his pride he don't like to show it.

-Horuss doesn't fall in the "Ignihyde student" archetype, he is in fact the most social and cheerfull student from the dorm.(Ortho don't count since he isn't a official student)

-Unlike her mother who was a troublemaker when she was a student at her school, Araena is more a model student who was more focus on her studies much to her teachers's relief.

-Cronus is a romantic and love flirting with anyone who's catch is interest boys and girls alike, he flirt often with the others students, he also like play flirting with Cater who is his best buddy from the light music club.

-With his strengh and his powerfull magic, people are surprised Kurloz isn't the dorm leader of Savanaclaw, that because while he can became the leader if he wanted, Kurloz is not interested by the posotion but also prefer letting it to Leona 'cause he think he deserve the position and that it would help him with his self esteem issues.

-Horuss absolutly love horses and by so his favorite period of the day is when he go to the horse ridding club, he is also an excelent horse rider.

-Araena is pasionated by litterature and history, she spend most of her time in the school's library when not in class and her favorite sudject is history.

-Cronus’s number one hobby is music, he love play with his guitar and sing and he is even creating his own music and songs.

-Kurloz is selective mute, he doesn’t feel confortable to speak he only does it when he must like when he is in class and prefer communicate with signs language, plus in situations in which someone really pissed him off he tend to speak in anger which is a sign for said person that he REALLY fucked up this time.

-Horuss is a genius in magic science, due to his level in the subject he is the one who’s called to help when there a science/magic science problem in the school.

-althrough she’s most of the time a nice and pleasant person, push Aranea’s buttons too and you will see she’s indeed her mother’s daughter.

-Cronus’s shenanigans are in reality a way for him to hide he hate himself, due to being from an unknow specie in TW, himself knowing nothingabout what he is and by so being very diferent give to Cronus a deep disgust of himself and give him a unhealty obsession to become more “fae like” to the point of having dangerous temptations like mutilating his ears fins to shape them like fae ears. This self hate will get bad to the point Cronus will end up overbloting.(Headcanons part about it in the future! ;) )

-Kurloz love spicy food, the more spicy the dish is, the more he love it.

-Horuss is super strong like his father.

-Unlike what many people believe Araena don’t plan on succeding to her mother as the next captain of the Sea Heart, in fact her dream is to become a writer and to ope her own library.

-Cronus’s relationship with his father is not bad, Oberon is very strict with him and is exasperated he don’t take his studies more seriously but that it.

-Kurloz had a very good relationship with his father, Jael is a good father who deeply love his two sons.

-Horuss and his dad have a good relationship, despite not showing his emotions very much, Pholos love and care about his sons.

-Aranea’s relationship with her mother is... complicated! She lover her mother and Topaz lover her daughter but being mostly see as “captain Topaz’s daughter” and being expected to become a pirate just like her mother make Aranea very uncomfortable, which bring some complications in her relationship with her mother.

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@blankrslate07

[angelqueen04]

Hamliza Month, Day 26

@megpeggs @historysalt

Farm Offend Summary: Eliza and Liza have a talk after a difficult visitor. Note: A good deal of this is inspired by Stephanie Dray and Laura Kamoie’s version of events in their novel, My Dear Hamilton. I added some of my own thoughts and twists to it, but their version lays at its heart. All credit to them.

Eliza stood at the parlor window, her back straight as a board, her hands clenched in fists at her sides. This set of windows had a good view of the road leading away from the Grange, which provided her with an excellent view of the comings and goings of travelers as they sped by, on their way to Albany or New York, depending on their direction. The view it gave her at this particular moment was even more agreeable, however, as it allowed her to watch the gig[1] carrying James Monroe drive away from the house.

Good riddance, she thought with a measure of grim satisfaction. The Virginian had come here hoping that time had softened her, had made her amenable to accepting some well-turned little speech that he’d obviously planned out in his mind beforehand.[2] Well, he’d now learned otherwise.

“Mama?”

Eliza slowly turned from the window. Standing just inside the parlor door was her dear Liza, with good Mr. Holly and Eliza’s fifteen-year-old nephew, Alexander Malcolm. All three were staring at her, their eyes wide and full of shock, which was more than enough to tell her that they had all heard most, if not all, of her interview with the former President.

Eliza met their gazes head on, refusing to be cowed or chagrined by her behavior. Her words and actions toward Mr. Monroe might not have been within the bounds of societal convention – all right, they most certainly weren’t – but they were only the minimum of what he deserved from her. “Yes, dearest?” she asked her daughter.

Liza didn’t say anything else, clearly startled by her mother’s nonchalant attitude. Mr. Holly also seemed to have been astonished into silence. Young Alexander, however, managed to find his tongue.

“My goodness, Aunt!” he exclaimed, shocked enthusiasm filling his voice, “I did not expect to see or hear anything like this when I came to visit! You dressing down a former President of the United States like he was an errant schoolboy!” He glanced at his cousin and asked, “Does this sort of thing happen often, Cousin Liza? Perhaps I should come ‘round more often!”

Eliza saw her daughter and son-in-law exchange a meaningful look and, for a moment, a wave of sadness splashed over her. She had once had someone to exchange such glances with, but not for a long, long time now. She shook her head and held her chin high. Now was not the time for grief.

Off the look from his wife, Mr. Holly dropped a hand on young Alexander’s shoulder and said, “Come, cousin, let me show you the new fishing rods I purchased. I think you’ll enjoy them.” Without waiting for a response, he guided the boy out of the parlor and out the front door, leaving Eliza alone with her daughter.

Eliza turned from Liza’s gaze, intending to settle herself in a chair near the fireplace. Spring had come, but it was still quite chilly, and a fire was still necessary to keep the house warm. With a sigh, she sank into the seat, and waited for Liza to speak. Her daughter was by nature outspoken, a trait she came by honestly. How could she not be, with two such parents? Liza would have her say, no matter what.

She did not speak immediately, however. Instead, Liza crossed the room and took a seat in the other chair just across from the one Eliza had seated herself in. That chair had been Alexander’s once, Eliza thought wistfully. They’d sometimes sit together here in the parlor, late into the evening after the children had gone to bed, and just enjoy the silence and warmth of one another’s company.

She and Alexander had hoped to have many years to do such things, but that wretch, Burr, had had other plans. And so Eliza, more often than not, was left to sit by the fire in the Grange alone. Only rarely did any of her family or other visitors dare to sit in that chair.

“Was that wise, Mama?” Liza asked her, her tone soft. Her dark eyes, mirrors to Eliza’s own, were steady and thoughtful. “Mr. Monroe might no longer be President, but he likely still has influence. Given the positions some of your sons hold, surely it was ill-advised to offend him like that?”

A snort escaped Eliza before she could stop it. “He’ll do nothing to your brothers, you may rest easy on that score,” Eliza told her. “These Virginians pride themselves on their honor, and your brothers have nothing to do with why that man came here today. And besides,” she added in a colder tone, “he offended me first. Perhaps it is childish, but there it is.”

Liza stared at her. “He came here seeking a rapprochement with you, Mama. Is that so very bad?”

Eliza could feel the fire, the rage, rising in her, but she kept it contained. Liza did not deserve her fury. She shook her head. “He could claim he sought peace all he wanted, but what he really wanted was forgiveness. He wanted me to forgive him for making a mockery of my private pain, for humiliating me before all the world in his efforts to wage war on your father.”

Liza blinked, and confusion was soon writ all over her expression. Eliza sighed. “I suppose I never did tell you everything,” she admitted. Only once had she ever spoken to her daughter of that cursed pamphlet and of Alexander’s infidelity. It had not been a conversation that Eliza had relished, and so had kept it short and to the point. She suspected that her sons had likely told their sister more, but she did not know for certain. Even if they did, they did not know all of it.

“When government officials came to investigate your father for improper speculation, your father revealed the truth of the matter to them – that he was paying off the husband of his mistress.” Liza winced at the harsh phrasing, but didn’t interrupt. Eliza, long used to the tale, kept speaking without pause. “He exhorted them to keep quiet about this, as his private failings had no bearing on his public integrity. To this, they agreed, for they all knew that there was no improper conduct in the course of your father’s duties as President Washington’s Treasury Secretary.” That there was more than enough to say about his improper conduct as a private man went unsaid. “Your father also entrusted the proof of all of this to them, but he requested copies.”

Liza shook her head, a pained expression on her face. “Mama, what does this have to do with President Monroe?”

Eliza gave her a chiding look for her impatience. “Everything, dear. Mr. Monroe was the leader of that little delegation of investigators. It was to him that your father gave the papers – Maria Reynolds’ letters, James Reynolds’ blackmail, the record of the payments, all of it. When your father requested copies, he assumed that Mr. Monroe would make the copies himself, in keeping with his promise to keep the knowledge of it as contained as possible.” She could not help the sneer crossing her face. “But Mr. Monroe decided that this was not worth a hand cramp, and so entrusted the task to a clerk within the House of Representatives. Mr. Monroe later claimed that this clerk made copies for himself as well.” She shook her head. “In any case, Mr. Monroe decided that he would ‘entrust’ the papers to a ‘trusted friend in Virginia’, who would theoretically keep them under lock and key, particularly when Mr. Monroe was out of the country.”

Her daughter was not a fool. She stiffened, catching on very quickly. “President Jefferson.”

Eliza nodded, her fingers gripping the armrest in a vicelike grip. “’Tis like trusting a fox to behave himself in a henhouse. Later, when it proved most advantageous to them, the papers were given to a vile newspaperman, who did not hesitate to print them and use them against your father. Of course, the focus of that odious man’s accusations was, again, in leveling the charge of speculation. Your father’s response was to call upon the three men who had cleared him of that charge, asking them to reiterate that they had been satisfied in their investigation. Two of them agreed without hesitation, but the third…” she trailed off. The memory still hurt, even now.

“Mr. Monroe would not,” Liza finished for her, her voice soft.

“No, he wouldn’t,” Eliza confirmed, the bitterness settling in the back of her throat like bile, burning. “He declared that him getting involved would only cause more chaos than there already was.” She sniffed. “He was already involved, as he was the one who handed the papers off to the very man who saw to their release into the public consciousness. But the fact that he himself had not done so was enough for Mr. Monroe to split hairs and to claim and declare that he was not in any way responsible, and that your father should just leave it be.” Of course, Alexander could not leave anything be. That was not his way. He had to meet every accusation, every attack, head on.

“So Papa wrote that pamphlet.”

“Yes.” One terrible word, one terrible truth. “James Monroe knew your father very well, despite them being political opponents. He knew Alexander would react to preserve his political reputation, for the sake of the country’s existence. If the public believed that the founder of the country’s credit, its wealth and prestige, was corrupt, it would shake apart for good. He knew Alexander would fall on his sword, would admit his private sins for the sake of the public’s greater good – and that’s exactly what he and his friends wanted. Alexander Hamilton would preserve the nation from the crisis they had invoked, but at the cost of all his credibility. He would cease to be a threat to their ambitions.” And that was what had happened. Alexander’s reputation suffered for his confessions, and only once after that did he wield any real semblance of power – when he stood at the head of the army he had begun to build, and that had been ripped away when Mr. Adams made peace with France and declared that the United States needed no army. The fool.

“But in getting what he wanted, Mr. Monroe had sullied his honor,” Eliza continued resentfully. “He knew it. I knew it. And Virginians are very prickly about their honor. He had sworn to not reveal those documents to anyone, which Alexander asked him to do for my sake and that of our family. But he broke that promise, and opened the door for his own allies to attack me, someone he considered an innocent party.” Some of those infernal newspaper headlines still stung.

“That is what he wanted, Liza,” she said. “James Monroe wanted me to clear the mud off his honor. His health is in serious decline. His wife has passed, and he’s not long in following her, I think. He wants to die with his conscience clear, and that I will not give him. I will not forgive the man. Not because he humiliated me, mind you. But because he and his friends, most specifically that reptile now mouldering in his grave at Monticello, set out to destroy your father, a man they viewed as unworthy of anything he touched because he was not like them, not born here, not born to inherit some Godforsaken speck of land. Your father earned all he gained, and that they could not abide.”

Liza leaned back in the chair. “And I thought all men were created equal here,” she murmured.

Eliza snorted again. She seemed to be doing that quite often these days. Her mother would be appalled. “Oh no,” she said, “They talk prettily, but in the minds of many people, there is still a hierarchy, where people ought to ‘know their place.’” She paused, her eyes turning from Eliza to the fire. She stared into the flames, could feel its heat seeping under her dress to her feet. “Your papa was a good man, if a very flawed one. He believed in the promise that this country holds, and in those very words that Mr. Jefferson put to paper. Whatever his shortcomings, of which he would have been the first to admit that he had many, he did not deserve the slander they threw upon him.” She looked up again. “So no, I will most emphatically not pat James Monroe on the head and tell him all is well and forgiven. Not when he showed himself as having no remorse for his actions.

“Perhaps that makes me self-righteous,” Eliza admitted. “Perhaps the good Lord will frown upon my unkindness. But I am no saint, no angel. There are limits to what I can give, my dear, and we just found what those limits are. Justice shall be done to the memory of my dear Hamilton, and that justice will not come in coddling the men who sought to erase every trace of him.”[3]

Liza nodded, and they both fell into silence. They sat together for some time, until Mr. Holly and young Alexander finally returned.

[countessqin]

"Mission 《Happy Birthday Mom》"

Characters : Jing Yuan x fem!reader (romantically; wife-husband relations), Yanqing x fem!reader (familiar; mother-son relations)

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[Author Notes]

Firstly, yes I finally finished it! It was half written in my drafts for 2 weeks... God... burn out is an... interesting thing. It is kind of connected with my other writting, which you can find here (^*^)/♡ I was kind of lazy, so if you see similarities in what characters say, yes you see them right. Maybe I will change them a bit later, when I will get some ideas/inspo. You can find masterlist with my other writings here (^*^)/♡ Apologies for typos, mistakes and if it stopped making any sense at some point.

Thank you for reading and have a nice day/evening!

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Small bio:

Name           - [Name] Age              - ??? Occupation - Ambassador/Negotiator of the Xianzhou Luofu Status         - Married

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It was august which meant it was your birthday month. Yanqing and Jing Yuan met at your estate's garden to plan a surprise for you. How did you know about it? Well, each time you saw them both together, the moment they saw you they quickly changed topic, or began sword practice or continued sword practice. Of course, knowing your husband and son for so long you understood, what they may be plotting, but what their surprise was, you didn't know.

On the day of your birthday, both you and your husband were pretty busy dealing with work. The amount of papers, including charters of cooperation between Luofu and other interastral entities, some internal affairs documents, and so on that you and your husband had was... very impressive. So, when you woke up, you didn't see your husband, he left you a breakfast, cooked by himself, bouquet of flowers as well as note, which included, congratulation with your birthday, apology that both of you couldn't spend morning together and promise for some "grand surprise".

Now it was noon, and you were sitting in your office when the door opened revealing Cloud Knights Lieutenant.

- Advisor [Name],- he said bowing. You looked up from your papers. Blonde boy, in Cloud Knight uniform was standing before you.

- Yanqing, I told you so many times, no need to address me as "Advisor" when it is informal situation, and I'm sure you are here not for the official business,- you said while looking at boy.

- Sorry Mom, - boy said

- So what bring you here now? I thought you have sword practice with dad now?

Boy scratched his head:

- oh... about that... Gene- Dad had some meeting and then Lady Fu came to give report from Divination Commission... Mom, I know that you are also busy, but maybe you will have some spare time to train with me?

You looked at your son then on piles of the documents on your desk. Among these piles there was a photo frame with photo of all your small family - you, Jing Yuan and Yanqing. Both you and blonde boy were happily smiling at camera, while General looked at both of you with warm smile. Next to it was another photo frame, not with photo but drawing done by 6 y.o. Yanqing. It was a simple ink drawing of you favorite flower.

After some thoughts you called your secretary, and asked if you have had any meetings that can't be rescheduled on another day. After hearing that there were no meetings today, you decided to go with Yanqing. "Piles of paperwork will wait",- you thought for yourself. When working with documents you were much faster than you husband, paperwork didn't bring you boredom, but peace and concentration.

After you told your secretary, that they are also free for today, and can go home earlier, you turned to Yanqing.

- Let's go!,- you said taking boy's hand in yours. Yes he is 14 now, so what? You are his mom, and you love him. On the way to the private training ground, which was located in your estate, Yanqing was telling you different stories from his day, about his Cloud Knights, about swords from Artisanship Commission, about his allowance and that he still didn't waste it, but instead began saving it.

When you entered estate, you went straight to training ground, while Yanqing excused himself, and went to bathroom. 5 minutes passed, then another 5 minutes and you began to worry. What takes Yanqing so long? Did something happen? Maybe he ate something not right and now is dealing with stomachache? No way, you knew for sure that there was no way the food Cloud Knights ate would be expired. Maybe something urgent came? But he would tell you or write message. The more you thought the more worried you became. So, without the second thought, you went straight into home, to the wing where Yanqing lived, to see maybe something happened. On your way there you saw the door of living room closed. Why though? You never closed that door, because there was no need to do so. The room was big, and with open doors hallway that led there also was looking quite long and spacious. Maybe Yanqing also saw this and got ambushed? Without the second thought, you grabbed thick book from the bookshelf in hallway, you know just in case if something will go wrong.

When you lightly opened the door, you were greeted with balloons and confetti. Before you were standing culprits. Yanqing was holding cracker with confetti, widely smiling, while Jing Yuan was standing near boy with both hands behind his back. Behind them were piles of boxes decorated in different colors of gift packaging. You carefully placed the book on the table near entrance to the room.

- Happy birthday Mom!,- said Yanqing, while  setting confetti in the air once again. You were standing there surprised and speechless. Boy saw the unreadable emotion on your face and started to worry, when you bursted into laughing.

- Oh dear Lan, you both will be the reason of my death someday,- you said while coming closer to the culprits of you worry.

- My dearest, we didn't have an intention to scare you,- your husband said, while hugging you. Yanqing also hugged you,- yeah mom, we didn't want to! I heard from my Cloud Knights about such "surprise" and so I proposed Dad to try it! Sorry that we scared you...

You looked at your son, then at your husband. Yes, you indeed got scared, what if someone broke into your house? What if someone was trying to harm your family? These thought were making you worried. But looking at them both, they weren't harmed, they didn't have bad intentions, and you didn't get scared that much.

- It's okay Yanqing, no need to apologize,- you said, while smiling warmly.

After that, Jing Yuan took your hand and led you to an armchair near which pile of presents weas located. When you sat down, you felt something soft on your head. It was a flower crown made out of your favorite flowers. Then Yanqing shyly handled a stroll to you.

- Happy birthday Mom! You are the best mom a person could wish for, I really really love you, here it is the ink painting I did for you. It's a [your favorite animal]!

While Yanqing was talking you opened a stroll. A carefully drawn ink [your favorite animal] was looking at you.

- I-i'm sorry if it doesn't look very professional, but I-

- It looks amazing. The best ink drawing of [your favorite animal] I have ever seen,- you said, while looking at painting. Of course it meant a lot to you, looking at it, you felt how much love and care went into this piece of art.

- Thank you mom. Happy birthday once again,- said Yanqing while hugging you,- I wish you happiness, less stress and-and so all your dreams will come true! I love you mom!

- Well, now now let's not forget about other presents,- you heard your husband's voice. After that as if stricken by lightning Yanqing ran out the living room, the way your kitchen was located. You looked at your husband who just smiled.

- Kids these days,- after that he took small handmade wooden box out of his pocket,- my dear sparrow, happy birthday to you. No matter how much time will pass, I will never forget such important day, the day love of my life came into this world. I wish you to always stay happy, healthy and positive. And always remember, you are wonderful person, my little sparrow. I love you, [Name],- after that you felt a warm sensation on your lips. When you opened wooden box, you saw a pair of golden earrings with ruby.

The next second, Yanqing entered the living room with tray. The room filled with scent of raspberries, chocolate and home-made cupcakes.

- Mom, dad and I also tried to bake your favorite cupcakes! Here,- young boy said while handing you tray with sweets. You took one cupcake with [your favorite color] icing. When you took a bite a sweet taste of raspberries filled your mouth as well as small hint of mint.

- So, dearest, what do you think?,- Jing Yuan asked with curiosity. Yanqing stood Infront of you with anticipation seen in his eyes.

- It tastes so good!,- you said with your eyes beaming, - my dears, come here,- you opened your arms for a hug and both Yanqing and Jing Yuan came closer and hugged you.

- It looks like we did a pretty good job, don't you think so?,- Jing Yuan teasingly asked.

You lightly hit his arm, a small chuckle left his lips. Yanqing stood there hugging you, while rolling his eyes on his dad's comment.

- Of course you both did! Thank you both, my dears, - you said giving each of them kiss. On forehead for Yanqing and on cheek for Jing Yuan.

- Happy birthday to the best mom!

- Happy birthday, my dearest sparrow

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[Authors Note]×2

- The bunch of presents that was mentioned there, consists not only with presents from Jing Yuan and Yanqing, but also from [Name]'s colleagues and friends! (They have sent them, because they knew that our [Name] may be busy with work, not to distract her)

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[prewar-james]

He gets the news of Jin Guangshan's death throught the television.

They say he was found dead in his bed, had a heart attack in the middle of the night and there was no one there to help him. Meng Yao doesn't have to know much about his father to know that is unlikely. Not to speculate about a dead man, but the idea of him not having some woman or another in his bed every night almost makes him want to laugh.

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Some time later, after the funeral and all the rituals to which he was not invited, Meng Yao gets a call from an unkown number.

"Hello? Is this Meng Yao?" a woman's voice asks when he picks it up.

"Yes? Who is this?"

"Ah, good. I am Qiao Mei, Jin Zixuan's lawyer," she states simply.

"... What?"

Mistaking his surprise for misunderstanding, she repeats the words instead of giving further explanation.

"Why are you calling me?" He doesn't mean to be rude, but the lady isn't exactly being helpful.

"It's about Jin Guangshan's will."

Now that bluescreens his brain. Jin Guangshan's will? What the hell?

"Um..." He tries to figure out what is going on, but the only reason he can think of to why there is a lawyer calling him about his father's will is completely absurd. He asks anyway. "Did he leave me something?"

"Well, not exactly," Qiao Mei doesn't answer. "Jin Zixuan wants to meet with you, if you're willing."

Couldn't he call me himself?, he wants to ask, but decides it'd be too much trouble.

Meng Yao agrees to the meeting, and the next day finds him at the door of the lawyer's office at the scheduled time.

The surprises don't seem to stop, he finds as he opens the door and sees two people already there, sitting at the big meeting's table, a woman close to his age with dark and perfectly straight hair, and a very young man with messy bangs and- eyeliner? They look familiar, even though he is sure he never met them. Meng Yao never forgets a face. The laywer and Jin Zixuan are nowhere to be seen.

The man gets up first, his enthusiasm seeming a little out of place in the serious atmosphere of the office. "Hi! Who are you? I'm Mo Xuanyu, but you can call me Xuanyu. Do you know what's happening?" he lets out a little too fast, striding across the room to shake Meng Yao's hand. He is nervous, Meng Yao notices, but his bright smile does a good job of masking it. Meng Yao can sympathise.

Before he can answer, Mo Xuanyu is talking again, almost dragging Meng Yao to the side of the table where the lady is still seated. "This is my friend, Qin Su. She's pregnant! She doesn't know what's happening either." Meng Yao suspects friend might be an exageration, but he doesn't point it out.

The lady, Qin Su, makes to get up to greet him, but Meng Yao sees her struggle and gestures with his hand. She settles back into the chair with a grateful look and a sweet smile.

"Hello, I'm Meng Yao, pleased to meet you." He shakes Qin Su's hand and plasters on his best costumer-service smile, deciding it's the modus operandi he is going for until he can figure out what all this is about.

"Hi," she answers quietly as Meng Yao and Mo Xuanyu sit next to her, one on each side. "Jin Zixuan's lawyer called you too?"

Meng Yao nods and is about to ask if she has met him, but gets interrupted by the door to the room opening. Qiao Mei enters the room, followed by Jin Zixuan, and wastes no time in sitting across from the other three, a heavy-looking folder landing on the table. Brief greetings are exchanged, but soon Qiao Mei takes the lead.

"Thank you all for coming. As I said, this is about Jin Guangshan's will, and what he left, or rather, didn't leave for you. As his children, you all have a share in the inheritance, but as he didn't mention any of you in the will, this can lead to juridical complications. To avoid fighting in court, which you still can do, Jin Zixuan wanted to offer an agreement."

Finally, finally she pauses. Meng Yao pinches the bridge of his nose at the feel of a headache forming, his thoughs rushing through his mind. The news of his father having more illegitimate children doesn't come exactly as a surprise, but he never expected to meet them, especially not in these circumstances. He didn't expect anything from his father, not after getting literally thrown out of his house when he was fourteen, but now Jin Zixuan is trying to... what? Offer him money? Make ammends? It doesn't make any sense.

As the baffled silence drags on, Meng Yao lifts his head and catches his expression mirrowed on both Qin Su and Mo Xuanyu's face. His siblings. What the fuck.

"What the fuck." Meng Yao hears Mo Xuanyu echo his thoughts and immediatly clap his hands to his mouth. Meng Yao lets out a surprised laugh while Jin Zixuan grimaces at the realization that perhaps Qiao Mei didn't take the best approach to the issue.

"Well..." he starts, clearly struggling with what to say next. "I uh- I know my father wasn't the best person in the world." That gets him three sets of identical raised eyebrows. "And I know the three of you weren't treated fairly by him, being at best ignored and at worst..." he trails off, glancing at Meng Yao. Kicked down the stairs doesn't need saying. What happened was no secret, and it still stings a little bit, but it was a long time ago. Meng Yao is over it. "But," Jin Zixuan gets out before someone can interrupt "I want to, well, not fix it, but offer some compensation. You are his blood, after all."

A few moments pass as the three process Jin Zixuan's words. Qin Su is the one to gather her wits first.

"How do you know it's just the three of us? We all know your father's reputation, are you sure we are the only other children?"

Jin Zixuan grimaces again, but doesn't break eye contact with her. "I'm not. We tried to locate others, but if they exist, they have no idea. Not like your mothers were sure."

Hm. Interesting.

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They spend almost two hours talking, wrangling the deal and writting official documents, and when Meng Yao leaves the room, he has two more siblings and is a few signatures away from getting a life-changing amount of money to his name.