#and dog “baby” but like. in the tone you might use for a small child

[irradiatedrosegarden]

its really great to see someone on here whose so passionate abt dead money!! i would love to hear about daisy and their relationship to the other collars! (also, i really love how you draw christine, she is delightfully teensy tiny)

YES THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING, I WOULD BE SO HAPPY TO EXPLAIN :D

The entire situation of being stuck in the Sierra Madre and forced to cooperate was a special kind of awful for Daisy, what with her being the type of person who does not trust other people (not at all quickly, at least). She likes being in control, and absolutely hates feeling like her life is in the hands (or, *ahem*, around the neck) of anyone else, which makes for a very interesting situation with some very interesting dynamics with the others collars!

Daisy and Dean:

Their relationship is something of an unstable equality, where they both hold the upper hand (and both want to hold the upper hand), until they don't. They could each beat the other easily, Dean with smarts, Daisy with strength, and they each know it, and it's something about that shared capacity for ruthlessness (the ability for each of them to fight with teeth and claws and come out on top; there's no clear winner between them, it could go either way) that enables them to actually get pretty close. (and like, really close at one specific point in an abandoned convenience store, if you catch my drift.) Between the two of them, Dean is the one in the so-called "leader" position, calling the shots whenever they're doing things side-by-side, although look any closer than face value and it becomes clear how much he relies on Daisy's strength, selflessness, and general know-how. Dean will let her take point more often than not, let her charge ahead and do the dangerous things, the scary things, the hard things, that he will then take most of the credit for (she doesn't mind too much, luckily). They're kind of like,, y'know, a rich guy and his big ol' guard dog that he keeps on a short leash and claims the reason it's so short is because he needs to keep her under control, that it's a reminder that he's in charge, he's the one who owns her (metaphorically), but in reality it's so short because A) he finds comfort in her being so close, able to protect him at arms' length, and B) she is really who's leading. not him.

He also refers to her as "Miss Daisy" more often than not, which is kind of cute. She calls him "babydoll."

Daisy and Dog/God:

Daisy meets God twice, once in the police station and again in the kitchen, and both times, they absolutely hate each other. No camaraderie between them, nor was there ever any potential.

Daisy and Dog, however, end up caring for each other. A lot. They become fiercely protective over each other, quickly realizing "oh hey I would die for this person actually" and each putting in the extra effort to make sure the other has what they need. Daisy goes out of her way to keep Dog fed, to reassure him that he's doing well, everything's going fine. In return, Dog keeps an eye out for the things he realizes Daisy is afraid of (BUT IMPORTANT CHARACTER NOTE FOR DAISY, admitting fear is something she never, ever does. Ever.). Dog will use himself as a shield for Daisy (if need be), and does his best to steer her away from the darker areas of the Villa, or from more cramped, enclosed spaces or pathways (she has claustrophobia). He tends to scout ahead when they're traveling together, reporting back to Daisy with things like "Small space ahead" or "Ghosts that way," so they can take a different route (even if they could theoretically kill ghosts together with relative ease, ghosts are scary, dude).

Daisy has a lot of sympathy for Dog. For a good chunk of her time in the Sierra Madre, he acts as an anchor, reminding her she's not here (or shouldn't be here) for the gold. She's here to cooperate until she can get the hell out of here, and take Dog with her. He deserves better than what the Sierra Madre has handed him.

(no spoilers bc I'm writing a whole fic about Daisy's time in the Madre, but . . . . things don't end up going well for her and Dog; something she ends up regretting so much, and so deeply, she attempts to drink the cloud kiss (poison), which (fortunately) doesn't end up killing her.)

Daisy and Christine:

These two end up trusting one another more than anyone trusts anyone else, due to several factors, most having to do with their inexplicable shared experiences (having gone to the Big Empty and gotten their brains messed with, being the only two human women, both knowing and being very close with Veronica[!!][although it is a purely platonic, sisterly relationship with Daisy; we all know that was very much not the case with Christine and Veronica <3]). They both adapt to the other very quickly, and get really good at watching each others' backs while they do their things in the Villa. They have a pretty significant barrier between them, though, with Christine not being able to speak, and Daisy . . . really not being able to understand her, for the most part (low perception and very low intelligence), but those walls fall down once they reach the casino and Christine is able to speak and explain things in a way Daisy understands.

very important note as well, Daisy understands immediately that Christine wouldn't want to go in the elevator at her switching station to do all her work manually (tiny cramped room, noises like an Auto-Doc, no. way.). Forcing Christine into the elevator was never even an option; Daisy has claustrophobia, she doesn't want to be stuck in any tiny-ass room with barely any leg room. Christine appreciates this. :)

i love talking about characters and dead money this is so fabulous, thank you for your ask <33333

[callsigns-haze]

Round two Baby

Eris x Rhysand's Sister!Reader Summary: Eris and Y/N confront their fears and embrace hope as they learn of Y/N's new pregnancy, vowing to face the challenges ahead together. Chapter Warnings: Discussions of past miscarriage, anxiety about pregnancy complications, and emotional vulnerability.

*Serves as a one-shot but can be read as memories fade or the sequel loves haze series

A few weeks had passed since Y/N and Finna had returned, and life had fallen into a new, blissful rhythm. Finna had turned five, and the celebration had been nothing short of perfect. Eris had pulled out all the stops, making sure that his son’s birthday was a day to remember. Now, with the excitement of the past behind them, they were finally settling into a calm, contented routine.

It was a late afternoon when Y/N found Eris in the living room, lounging on the couch with Ace and Charlie sprawled beside him. The dogs had grown inseparable, their bond strong since the puppies were born, and Eris often joked that they were the true rulers of the household. Ace lay with his head resting on Eris’s leg, his tail thumping lazily against the couch, while Charlie nestled into the crook of Eris’s other arm, her warm, soft presence a comfort to him.

Eris was absentmindedly stroking Charlie’s fur, his eyes half-closed as he enjoyed the peace of the moment. The house was quiet, the kind of serene quiet that had become a rarity with a young child running around. Finna was playing outside, his laughter occasionally drifting in through the open window, a sound that brought a smile to Eris’s lips.

Y/N stood in the doorway for a moment, watching her husband with a soft smile. Her heart swelled with affection as she took in the scene before her. Eris looked so at ease, so content, and she knew that this was the perfect moment to share the news she’d been holding close to her heart.

Taking a deep breath, Y/N stepped into the room, her steps light but purposeful. “Eris,” she called softly, her voice carrying just enough to catch his attention.

Eris opened his eyes fully and turned his head towards her, his expression immediately brightening at the sight of her. “Hey, love,” he greeted, his voice warm and inviting. “Come join us. There’s plenty of room.” He patted the space beside him, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Y/N chuckled softly as she approached the couch, her gaze shifting between him and the dogs. “It looks like Ace and Charlie have claimed you,” she teased, but she moved to sit beside him anyway, sliding into the small space left between him and the armrest.

Eris shifted slightly, making more room for her as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. “They’re just keeping the seat warm for you,” he said, his tone playful. “But now that you’re here, they might get jealous.”

Y/N smiled and leaned into him, resting her head against his shoulder. For a moment, she simply enjoyed the comfort of being close to him, the steady rise and fall of his chest, the warmth of his embrace. But the secret she carried was too big, too important to keep to herself any longer.

She took another deep breath, feeling her nerves flutter in her chest. “Eris, there’s something I need to tell you,” she began, her voice soft but steady.

He immediately sensed the change in her tone, his playful smile fading into a look of concern. He shifted slightly, turning to face her more fully. “What is it, Y/N?” he asked, his brow furrowing slightly as he searched her eyes.

She could see the worry beginning to creep into his expression, and she quickly reached out, placing a hand on his chest to calm him. “It’s nothing bad,” she reassured him, her own smile returning as she spoke. “At least, I don’t think so.”

Eris relaxed slightly at her words, but the curiosity in his eyes only deepened. “You’re teasing me now,” he murmured, though there was a note of impatience in his voice. “What’s going on?”

Y/N bit her lip, her heart pounding in her chest. This was it, the moment she had been waiting for. “Eris,” she said, her voice trembling with emotion as she looked up into his eyes, “I’m pregnant.”

For a moment, there was only silence. Eris stared at her, his expression frozen in shock as her words sank in. He blinked once, then twice, as if he hadn’t fully comprehended what she’d just said. “You’re… pregnant?” he repeated slowly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N nodded, her eyes glistening with tears that she hadn’t realized had formed. “Yes,” she whispered back, her voice thick with emotion. “We’re going to have another baby.”

The realization hit Eris like a tidal wave, and his breath caught in his throat. A myriad of emotions flooded through him all at once—joy, disbelief, fear, hope—but above all, an overwhelming sense of love for the woman sitting beside him. Without thinking, he reached out, cupping her face in his hands as he stared into her eyes, his own filled with unshed tears.

“Y/N,” he breathed, his voice thick with emotion. “Are you… are you sure?”

She nodded again, this time with more certainty. “Yes, I’m sure,” she replied, her voice steadier now. “I found out a few days ago. I wanted to be absolutely certain before I told you.”

A wide smile broke across Eris’s face, and he let out a breathless laugh, one that was full of relief and happiness. “I can’t believe it,” he murmured, leaning in to press his forehead against hers. “We’re going to have another baby.”

Eris held Y/N close, their embrace filled with a mix of joy, love, and lingering concern. The news of her pregnancy was a blessing they both cherished, but as the initial rush of happiness began to settle, a shadow of worry crept into his mind. He gently pulled back, just enough to look into her eyes, his own filled with a quiet apprehension.

“Y/N,” he began softly, his voice tinged with the uncertainty that had taken root in his heart. “Will… will everything be okay? After what happened before—your uterus… it was damaged. Is it safe for you to carry this baby?”

His words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of his concern. He knew how much this pregnancy meant to both of them, especially after the loss they had endured, but he couldn’t shake the fear that the past might repeat itself. The thought of losing her, of losing another child, was too much to bear.

Y/N’s heart ached at the sight of the worry etched into his features. She understood his fears all too well, for she had harbored them herself since the moment she learned she was pregnant again. But she also knew that they couldn’t live in fear, not when they had so much to hope for.

She reached up, placing her hand gently on his cheek, her thumb brushing lightly against his skin. “Eris,” she said softly, her voice filled with reassurance. “I’ve been seeing the healer regularly. She’s been monitoring everything closely. Yes, there was damage, but she believes that I can carry this baby to term.”

Eris closed his eyes for a moment, letting out a slow, shaky breath as he absorbed her words. The tightness in his chest eased slightly, but the worry remained, a constant, nagging presence at the back of his mind.

“And what about you?” he asked, opening his eyes to meet hers once more. “Will you be okay? I can’t… I can’t lose you, Y/N. Not again.”

Y/N’s heart squeezed at the raw vulnerability in his voice. She knew how deeply he loved her, how much the loss they had suffered had affected him. She took his hand in hers, squeezing it gently as she offered him a small, but reassuring smile.

“I’m going to do everything I can to make sure we’re both okay,” she promised, her voice steady and full of conviction. “I’ll take it easy, I’ll follow all the healer’s advice, and I’ll let you pamper me as much as you want.” She added the last part with a light-hearted tone, hoping to ease the tension she saw in his eyes.

Eris let out a soft chuckle, the sound a mix of relief and lingering anxiety. He leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead before resting his against hers. “You know I’ll spoil you rotten,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “But I need you to promise me something.”

“Anything,” Y/N replied, her voice equally tender.

“Promise me that if anything feels wrong, anything at all, you’ll tell me immediately,” Eris said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “I need to know that you’re safe, that our baby is safe.”

Y/N nodded, her eyes glistening with unshed tears as she recognized the depth of his fear and love. “I promise,” she whispered, her voice soft but full of sincerity. “We’ll get through this together, just like we always do.”

Eris pulled her back into his arms, holding her close as if she might slip away if he didn’t. He could feel the rapid beat of her heart against his chest, matching his own, and it was in that moment that he knew they had to cherish every second of this journey. No matter what lay ahead, they would face it together, with love and unwavering strength.

As they sat there, wrapped in each other’s embrace, the future seemed uncertain but hopeful. The challenges they had faced had only strengthened their bond, and now, as they prepared to welcome another child into their lives, that bond would carry them through whatever trials they might encounter. Eris pressed another kiss to her temple, his lips lingering there as he whispered, “I love you, Y/N. And I will do everything in my power to make sure you and our baby are safe.”

Y/N closed her eyes, letting his words wash over her, filling her with warmth and a renewed sense of hope. “I love you too, Eris,” she whispered back, knowing that together, they could face anything.

Well this is the end of Loves Haze or should we go All High(sequelllllll)????

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[lokis-army-77]

Wander

Eddie Munson x female reader

Word Count: 726

Just a short blurb based on the fact that I am the friend that wanders off and I was a leash child of my own choice. (which explains a lot)

Warning: drinking, wandering off

Masterlist 

"Where the fuck is she?" Panic filled Eddie's voice as he looked around the bar frantically.

"What?" Asked Steve who had just finished off his fourth drink of the evening.

"My girlfriend. You know the girl that was literally right beside us ten seconds ago." Eddie waited his hands in the empty space between them.

"Oh yeah... I don't know."

"You're useless when you're like this you know?" Eddie shook his head and backed away from the table. Pushing his way through the inebriated crowd, he kept his eyes wide and searched for any glimpse of you.

You weren't on the dance floor and you weren't at the bar. Eddie searched and searched, coming up empty-handed, even after searching both unisex bathrooms. You weren't in the building at all and he was freaking out.

"I fucking take my eyes off her for one second and she wanders off. Jesus Christ." Eddie pulled his hair at the scalp, frustration coming through.

You on the other hand were contently swinging your feet under you as you sat on the high bench just outside the bar. To your right, a stray fluffy dog who placed his head next to your bare legs looking to be pet. You obliged, scratching the top of his head and behind his ears, earning some open-mouthed pants.

"Such a good puppy aren't you?" You cooed at the dog who have a soft bark, almost like he was answering you.

The night air was cool on your skin, a lot of it being exposed by the dress you had chosen to wear on this special night of celebrating your friend finally landing his, what Robin called, "big boy job".

Even though it was cold, it felt better than the sweltering heat inside the bar. And the new fluffy friend made up for the chill as well.

You had been setting outside for a good twenty minutes before the door slammed open and heavily booted feet crunched on the gravel towards you.

"Holy hell, Sweetheart, what the fuck were you thinking? I've been looking for you all over." Eddie's worried voice cut through the night.

You tore your gaze away from the dog to look up at your boyfriend. Smiling you said, "Sorry Eds, just got a little hot s'all." You're words were slurring together thanks to the shots Steve had ordered earlier.

"Baby, you can't just leave without telling me. You had me worried to death."

You furrowed your brow in confusion. "I did tell someone, I told Steve."

Eddie shook his head, hand coming to rub down his face with a sigh. "Honey, Steve is drunk, he can't remember what he had for lunch, much less almost half an hour ago. Next time you tell me." He got down on one knee in front of you, one hand coming up to your cheek. "Especially when I'm the only one in the group who's sober."

The dog beside you wagged his tail in excitement at the new person, pushing his head into Eddie's chest. He got what he wanted as Eddie began absent-mindedly petting him with his other hand.

Even though you were drunk you didn't miss the mischievous look Eddie got. Then he turned his eyes toward you and you asked, "What?"

"Just thinking."

"About?"

"Well if you don't stop running from me when you get even the slightest bit tipsy in public, I think we're gonna have to get you a leash."

You gasped. "Eddie no."

"Oh, why not princess?"

"Because leashes are for dogs," you give an exaggerated point to the dog beside you, "and small children who can't be trusted."

"Yeah and who can't be trusted when they've invested alcohol? Hum? You." Eddie's matter-of-fact tone made you huff knowing he was right but you argued anyway.

"I can be trusted."

Eddie raised his eyebrow.

"I mean it."

"Yeah right, Sweetheart. I'll believe it when I see it. But for now, I think you might need one so I can keep my eye on you."

"Well, I think this is some sick fantasy of yours." You giggled when the dog began to lick at your hand to get you to pet him again.

"Oh, you know it, baby." Eddie laughed along. "Now come on, we need to get you and especially Steve home before I end up babysitting you both all night."

[gojoshooter]

hey pretty, I was wondering how jjk characters would handle naughty kids?? tell me bout it!

wOAh that sounds interesting 🤔 here you go anon ♡

Dealing with the Brats: JJK men

Featuring : Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Gojo Satoru, Toji Fushiguro

A/N : at this point my curse technique gotta be writing fluff bahaha anyway enjoy! ^-^ i wrote this with love

WARNINGS : babies, crying

Itadori Yuji :

yuji doesn’t exactly love taking care of children but he volunteered babysitting neighbours’ kids for money

usually kids like him & not really bother until one of them turns out to be the spawn of satan

okay not that he gets his ass handed by them but he can’t bring himself to scold or even be stern??

he knows he has the advantage with all those muscles & speed but that’s the reason

if he sees a kid climbing a potentially dangerous place he would just gently peel them off each time lol

it doesn’t come as a surprise that Yuji is good at distracting the restless ones or the crybabies

he has mastered that art

him impersonating different pokémons with his whole body is the cutest shit, & kids love it so much

if a child annoys the fuck outta him he’ll prolly scramble around googling tips

him holding like three kids in one arm as he pays you for the icecream with his other because they can't be trusted unattended

maybe you developed a small crush after watching that adorable scene

Megumi Fushiguro :

you might have convinced him with a good repay cus he’s never doing that in his right mind

megumi’s not actually that bad with kids as much as he thinks & things go smoothly (until)

the kids ask him to take one of the divine dogs out for fun & he won’t budge

"what makes you think i’d do something like that" >:0

if the kid turns out to be brattier than he initially thought & is about to cry he’d panic maybe contemplate to run

but he would settle for calling Itadori & ask what to do because "he’s good at cooking, might be good at handling kids"

i think Yuji’d just come over with a silly cute trick to rescue like bringing the two little curses he used on Junpie siksijisfjlk

we know Megumi would lowkey love him for that

IMAGINE HIM MAKING FUNNY FACES TO STOP THE CRYING SNOTTY KID

he’s trying don’t laugh

he can definitely be a little ferm when they don’t listen

megumi wouldn’t say it but he prefers you besides him for a hand in handling them

Gojo Satoru :

good luck to the kids who volunteered to handle this brat

he annoyingly gets along with them too easily

i think he can handle the naughty dwarfs the best?? he has all the tools necessary in his arsenal

first of all he won’t use his abilities unless it’s a really naughty kid like a nasty kid, a menace

he would turn on his infinity so he can deal with them efficiently without the kid resisting him

hey hey in his defence—the naughtier the kid, the naughtier the method

he’s far better in indulging the children than any other care taker you hired, with his sweet but ferm tone that made kids putty in his watch

hide & seeks are fun and hell with him at the same time because kids don't know he can teleport....

"come on, who’s going to be my good little baby today?~ get in line for a kiss~"

has so much advantage with that height, kids know they can’t outsmart him and run around

if there’s this really really naughty one that snapped his last straw he’d just start intimidating them and it’d be the funniest shit

like tracks the kid with his big but slow steps staring down with crystal eyes borring into the little one as they try to run away pffftt

teen gojo was meaner by the way

"tsk... stop crying or i'm taking all the treats your mommy left, you nuisance"

turning on his infinity for the whole day in the name of babysitting

Toji Fushiguro :

ultimate Brat Tamer™

he doesn’t think he fits any job dealing with kids but anything for money i guess

toji has kids at home so atleast he knows to be as gentle as a feather

his first impression on kids always entertains him

like they’d see him walk in & he watches the kids go pleading their moms trying to convince they can be 'good boys' or 'good girls' without a babysitter

you know toji is bit of an evil man so he loves ordering the kids around

"kid, bring me a glass of water?" knowing full well that dwarf of a child can’t reach the counter but the poor kid toddles, staggering a little on short legs to the kitchen anyway

puts them on his stomach as he decides to turn on the tv, securing the sides with his big arms & that’s the way you handle a child thank you

has learnt a few magic tricks and a smile may sneak up on his scarred lips when the toddler gasps in aw

toji doesn’t hesitate to be stern (he has the dilf rights) so kids don’t risk to bother him in the first place

he doesn’t know why but they love his embrace??? some brat said it’s cus his boobs are comfy but that didn’t light any bulb in his noggin

sees the kid hide a handful of toffies behind them and he’s like "cut it out, kid. you don’ want your teeth all rotten, do ya? hand them like a man.." (💀💀💀)

A/N : a’ighttt wrapping it up! i hope you enjoyed this, until next time! —♡

Tags : @luckimoon @maybekoya @nanamikentoseyebags @already-rice @already-rice

[testingthewatersss]

I never lost him Trigger warnings for PTSD, mentions of war, torture,  etc. Just unapologetic cuddling and comfort ft. Steve Rodgers. Bucky Barnes x F Reader Chapter 8 2560 words fluff, angst, comfort. 18+ MDNI Post TWS Steve realises that he's not the only one looking for Sargent Barnes. Reader is Tony’s sister, a non-enhanced shield agent who recently resurfaced.

“That went great” Y/N says instantly, "Well done, Buck"

The praise washes over him like water, soothing the frayed edges of his soul like a balm.

He relishes in the soft swell of affection for a moment, nuzzling down into her embrace until he feels like he might be able to speak without his voice cracking;

“‘days not over yet, doll” he murmurs eventually, “’s only the afternoon— still plenty of time for me to ruin’ it”

“Don’t be ridiculous” she counters, “You’re here, with me— there’s no way you could ruin anything.”

He scoffs, holding onto her a little bit tighter.

Y/N can feel the way he’s clinging onto her waist with both of his hands, clutching onto her t-shirt like a child who’s afraid of being abandoned.

Her heart is aching, behind her ribs. He’s clearly trying to catch up with the reality of everything that’s just transpired, and she doesn’t really know if she can do anything to help.

Holding him seems to be doing something, at least.

So, she decides to just keep doing that, stroking circles across the back of his ribs.

“I can’t believe he went to the deli dressed like that” she murmurs, “I bet it makes the news.”

He smiles a little at that, small and hidden against her shoulder.

“He… he wasn’t wearin’ his dog tag”

That hurts.

It hurts more than she’d have expected it too.

“I asked him where it was” she tells him, “He says he lost it, y’know? In the ice”

That sounds reasonable, he’d been prepared for a similar answer, but, she doesn’t sound sure. There’s something about her tone, that makes him furrow his brow;

“You don’t think he did?”

“I might be wrong” she sighs, “but, I could’ve sworn I saw it in one of Peg’s old boxes”

It’s why I recognised yours so quickly, she thinks.

“If… If it was in Peggy’s stuff, maybe he did lose it, but she, she found it?”

“Maybe” Y/N agrees, “Or maybe I never saw it at all”

‘Excuse me, boss’ FRIDAY inserts politely, ‘But Bucky is right, I can confirm that when Captain Rodgers was first brought to SHEILD headquarters he was booked in, and his dog tag was noted along with his compass and original suit in the documentation regarding his personal belongings.’

That catches her attention, she tilts her head and hums,

“Was… was he awake when you brought him here?”

‘No’ FRIDAY replies, ‘He remained frozen until our medical officers felt confident in their ability to bring him round without complication’

“But he had it on him when he arrived?” Y/N cuts in, wanting to clarify, “Do you have any record about where it went?”

‘Yes, boss.’ the AI agrees, ‘And whilst there is no official mention of the article after that initial reference, I can use the archived security footage to speculate that Agent Carter may have retrieved it from him during one of her regular visits.’

Oh—

“Well there we go…” Y/N murmurs, stroking Bucky’s back again, “…mystery solved.”

“She…” Bucky says, clearing his throat, “… Y’think she took it?”

“Probably” she sighs, “she loved him, it’s not a stretch to think she’d want to try and keep a piece of him close, ‘specially… ‘specially when she realised that he probably wouldn’t be wakin’ up any time soon.”

Bucky thinks that’s awfully sad.

Sometimes he forgets how unfair fate was to Steve. He forgets that it wasn’t just him who lost everything in ice.

“I think we should get it back to him, don’t you?”

Y/N’s voice makes his head lift up, away from the crook of neck.

He’s starring at her, trying to read wether or not she’s being serious.

“You… you think we can?”

“Of course we can” she chuckles, stroking his cheek, “Baby, if Peggy kept it then it’s here— After she died a lot of her stuff was archived, y’know, for security— Tony and Sharon agreed that the tower was the best place for her personal belongings, since it’s real easy to protect, and, if I saw it before got scooped up, then I’d wager it’s still exactly where it was back then.”

“So” he murmurs, “We… We really could get it for him?”

“Sure” she says, “We can go grab it ourselves, or I can ask Tony or Nat to go and find it?”

His face shifts into something terribly conflicted. For a moment, she thinks that he might speak, but instead, he just ducks his head back down into her shoulder, burying his face against her like hiding might erase the burn of shame he’s experiencing because he just can’t volunteer himself to go and retrieve it himself.

It doesn’t.

Her arms wrapping back around across his body helps though.

So does the way she presses her lips against the top of his head, hushing him before she says,

“FRIDAY, can you message Natasha discretely for me? Do it in Russian so she knows it’s private— ask her to go down to the archives and use my override to get into the safe in room 12, tell her that I think the tag is somewhere between boxes 1-8 under one of Peg’s old dresses. When she’s got it, ask her to bring it up here, don’t let Rodgers see.”

‘Yes, boss’

“I- I’m sorry” she hears Bucky whisper, voice melting against her throat, “I just can’t-“

“It’s okay” she soothes, “Baby, it’s fine, Nat loves snoopin’ around down there, she’ll get it for us, and then you can double check, make sure it’s right before you give it to him.”

“Before-“ he gulps, “before I give it to him?”

“well, yeah” she says, smiling, “Sweetheart, unless you don’t want too?”

“I- I do” he blurts out urgently, “I-I just, thought maybe you-”

“No, baby” she murmurs, “I think it’ll mean more if it’s you.”

‘Ms Romanoff is on her way to the archives now, Boss— she asked me pass on a message to Bucky on her behalf’

“Oh?” Y/N scoffs, pressing another kiss against his head, “What message would that be?”

‘Dobro pozhalovat' domoy, serzhant’

Welcome Home, Sergeant.

That makes a smile bloom across her face.

The recorded greeting being laced with a genuine tone of kindness is enough to make her affection towards her old friend swell in her chest.

“She… Is, is that her voice?”

‘Yes, Bucky- I can relay messages to anybody you like.’

“Could you reply for me? could… could you tell her ‘Thank you, and I- I’m sorry, for— for fightin’ you, and for- for shootin’ you back… back in Japan.”

“Sure I will.”

“Sweetheart” Y/N says, “you know she’s not angry, don’t you?”

“It doesn’t matter” he counters weakly, “It doesn’t matter if she’s angry, doll, I— I’m still sorry.”

The silence that follows doesn’t last long, but it’s still long enough for his words to make Y/N’s chest ache again.

“C’mere” she purrs, settling herself back against the arm of the couch, guiding him up, so he’s back in position between her thighs, “Grab that blanket, baby, are you sure you’re not hungry?”

He lets one of his hands snake out so he can pull the covers out from underneath his legs, whispering out an “I- I can eat if… if you want me to?” as he passes it to her.

“It’s not up to me” Y/N says, arranging the quilt across his back, “what do you want?”

“…To stay here for awhile?…”

He means in her arms. He means against her chest, where he finally feels safe, and there isn’t a single thing in the world that could convince her to prise him away. Not with the way he’s looking at her, wide eyed and touch-starved.

“Then you can stay here awhile.” she tells him, one hand snaking up to cup his cheek, “You can stay right here for as long as you want”

“Excuse the interruption, but Miss Romanoff has sent a reply, Bucky, would you like to hear it now, or shall I store it for later playback?”

Bucky’s eyes widen for a moment, and he pushes back into Y/N’s hand as he gulps;

“Can I- Can I hear it now?”

‘Ofcourse—

Zabud' ob etom. Vy byli pervym chelovekom, kotoryy ustroil mne dostoynyy boy za desyat' let. My provedem match-revansh, kogda tebe stanet luchshe.’

Forget about it. You were the first person to give me a decent fight in a decade. We'll rematch when you're feeling better.

There’s a laugh in her tone that makes Y/N scoff, eyes rolling as her old friends voice floods the space.

“See?” she whispers, pressing a kiss against his lips, “Don’t worry about Nat”

His smile is tight and anxious, and she can tell he wants to hide again, so she reminds him that he doesn’t need to reply, and that is when he surrenders, nodding and retreating to her chest.

“We’ll eat later” she says, “You, you just get comfy, it’s been a hell of a mornin’…”

It has, it has been a hell of a morning.

“I love you” is the response he settles on, “I- I love you so much”

That makes her laugh, but it’s sweet, it’s happy and girlish, and he’s beaming into the skin of her throat.

“Baby boy” she coos, “I love you more.”

“’s not possible” he counters, because he can’t not, “doll, It… it’s like you hung the damn moon”

“We’ll argue it out another day” she whispers, feeling him sagging against her, “you’re exhausted.”

He is, he is exhausted, he’s emotionally drained and the heat from her body is drawing him in, making it easy for his breathing to synchronise with hers, deep, and slow.

His eyes are closed and her fingers are in his hair.

God, he feels like the luckiest man alive.

and then, he’s asleep again.

Y/N spends more time showering him in gentle touches, this time. She plays with the curls that are hanging loose across the back of his neck. She presses her lips against his brow and then finally drapes one arm across the back of waist so that she can pull up the STARK internship paperwork that she’d mentioned filling out earlier with the other.

In two hours, it’s early evening and she’s half way through the file.

In three, she’s still half way through, but now Natasha has let her know that she has the dog tag, and she can bring it up whenever.

Now might be the best time, she considers, whilst he’s sleeping— maybe we can avoid another introduction.

She relays her thoughts to FRIDAY who quietly, and politely agrees with her theory, and tells her that ‘Ms Romanoff will be with her in a few moments.’

It’s been just over five minutes when Natasha lets herself into Y/N’s suite.

Unlike Steve she’s used to dropping by, so, there isn’t any cause for her to stop to survey her surroundings.

That is, until she spots her best friend, curled up on her couch with the very same super-solider that had been deemed as ‘HYRDA’s most dangerous weapon’ passed out between her thighs.

That is definitely worth a double take.

Y/N’s eyes roll at the look on her face, and she uses her free hand to beckon her towards her,

“He’s sleeping—” she tells her helpfully, “— and thank you for finding it so quickly”

The dog tag is already in her outstretched palm. Natasha’s smile is curious more than anything else, so Y/N finds herself mirroring it, quirking a brow and murmuring out a “what?” that makes the other woman chuckle, quiet and tempered into the air between them;

“This isn’t just a hook-up is it?”

“No” she replies, “No, I don’t think it is.”

The red-head nods, and her face morphs into something only approving.

“You met him whilst you were away?” she checks, waiting for Y/N to nod before she continues, “So you’ve been, together, for awhile?”

“Yeah” Y/N agrees, “better part of 5 years.”

“Well” Nat sighs, “I hope he deserves you.”

“He does” she’s quick to tell her

“good” the other woman replies, “if you trust him, then that’s good enough for me, just let him know that if he breaks your heart then it won’t just be Tony he has to watch out for.”

That makes Y/N snort, childish and happy as she nods, curling her fingers through Bucky’s hair again.

“Speaking off” Natasha murmurs, “Is he okay? With this whole thing?”

“I think he’s more than okay” she says, “Honestly, I didn’t expect him to be so good about it, y’know? but he’s really gone out of his way to make this easy on us.”

“He can probably tell how happy you are” she replies, “and if somethin’ happens and you need me then-”

“I know you’ve got my back” Y/N swears, “You always have, Nat- ya tebya lyublyu”

I love you

A genuine smile blooms across the red-heads face. She’s beaming as she leans in to press a kiss on Y/N’s brow, and she’s still sporting the same grin when she starts towards the door.

“Do you think he’ll mind if I stop by tomorrow?”

“I don’t know” Y/N says honestly, “I doubt it? If he isn’t ready then I’ll slip out and catch you before training”

And then she’s gone, and Y/N finds herself tucking the dog tag into her pocket so that she can return her attention to the papers she’d been working on before.

Bucky doesn’t stir for another hour. By then she’s actually almost finished. She’s so focused on the task at hand that she only notices he’s awake when he moves, rolling onto his side so he can peer at the glowing hologram she’s typing on.

“Hey, love” she purrs, “Sorry, I thought I’d try and get this finished whilst you slept.”

“Don’t be sorry, doll” he replies, voice cracking with disuse, “Have I been out long?”

“3 hours, maybe 4?” Y/N answers, looking at the clock, “it’s about 8 now, Nat’s been and gone.”

That catches his attention, he paws at his eyes, and then at his chin, all whilst using his metal arm to support his weight so he can stare at her face.

“What?” she presses, typing the final sentence of her conclusion with impressive speed, “Did you want me to wake you?”

“No” he admits, “I- I just didn’t think she’d be able to find it so quick”

The papers are finished so Y/N hits submit, dismissing the screen with a flick of her wrist so that she can give him her full attention.

“It wasn’t hidden” she reminds him calmly, “Do you want to see it?”

His lip quirks as he nods.

She shifts her hips pulling the silver, age-stained trinket out of her pocket before letting the charm drop, so that its where he can reach out and grab it.

He does, turning it over in his flesh fingers as his eyes scan the engravings again and again.

“Is it the right thing?” she wonders, already suspecting from the look on his face that it is, “I’m pretty sure, but-”

“Yeah” he says, “Yeah, it- it’s right— can I give it to him now?”

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[mythicamagic]

The Queen's Diary: A Chevalier oneshot

Chevalier x MC (Emma) Ikemen Prince oneshot

Rated M: 4,000 words

Summary: Emma finds the late Queen's diary, discovering the truth of Chevalier's isolated childhood.

Warnings: Smut, and mentionings of Clavis' mother's sexual assault

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She hadn't anticipated anything out of the ordinary occurring that day. After silently slipping out of the King's Chambers just as she always did in the morning, Emma was more than happy to help the maids clean. It was unexpected to be given the task of cleaning the former Queen’s quarters, but not unthinkable. Emma simply hadn't entered Chevalier's mother's space before.

It was a lonely, faintly feminine-looking place. Emma was slightly dismayed not to see one single hint of a smaller Chevalier's memorabilia, let alone any personal effects. 

Nonetheless, tidy shelves were soon dusted just like every other room, linens replaced despite no one using them, windows wiped spotless. 

Yet that sense of easy familiarity changed with one single bump of her hand against the bookshelf. 

'Thud.'

Emma paused, frowning slightly. None of the neatly shelved books had fallen from what she could see.

So was something hidden at the back of the shelves?

“I’m going to continue with the next room, miss,” Jane gestured to the door, having not noticed.

“Oh- no problem. I’ll join you soon, I’m just going to make some final checks,” shooting a smile at the maid, Emma waited until she was left alone.

Squatting down, she reached to the back of the shelves and began the process of fishing out the thing. After piling some stacked books and discovering a gap at the back, Emma pulled out a single dog-eared book.

A diary.

Cracking it open without another thought, she glanced over the first page.

‘I have long since been told that keeping a journal or diary of some sort will aid one’s thoughts. In truth, I do not write here seeking counsel. Rather, for the first time in my life, I find myself unable to confide some particular thoughts about being a mother to my best, and most wondrous friend, Leticia. I fear the truth of my feelings would only alarm her. Alarm everyone. Therefore I am to contain my doubts and uncertainties in these pages. I endeavour not to let them overspill where one might see them.’

Thoughts about being a mother?

This was…the Queen’s diary- but more than that, it was her feelings toward Chevalier? She’d died when he was a child, so he must have been young when she wrote this, Emma thought.

She hesitated, gazing at the tell-tale curve of her fingers that held the first page aloft- poised to turn it. If she kept going now, Emma knew a breach of privacy would be broken that she could never take back. The most appropriate thing to do would be to give the diary to Chevalier to decide what to do with it. It was his mother’s, after all. 

Blunt teeth tugged and scraped at her abused lower lip- a casualty of his Royal Highnesses forceful kisses. Images of her beloved shrunk down into a small little boy with pale blonde hair and pinchable cheeks flashed in her mind’s eye. The page was turned before she realised it, and more of that elegant script met Emma’s greedy, curious gaze.

‘It may seem ridiculous to say but from the day he was born, I knew my child was not normal. He did not cry like other children. In fact, my midwife feared he was stillborn at first. He was so quiet, and barely made any noise. He did not smile often but rather stared at objects within the room or at my face with a frightening intensity not befitting a baby. I imagine most mothers would be pleased to have such a silent babe. Instead, I felt as if Chevalier told me something from the moment he was born: ‘I have no need of you.’

Emma quirked a brow, smiling a little despite herself. That sounded like a very Chevalier thing to do, and the image of him looking so proud even while being swaddled was adorable to her. However, the Queen's tone concerned her- pulled at her heartstrings uncomfortably with troubling thoughts she did not want to confront. She read on.

‘My husband, sadly, took no better to my son than I did. It was difficult to love a child that rarely smiled or seemed to find joy in our company. Nonetheless, his rejection stung. I had hoped a child- a son no less!- would grant him some measure of happiness. Unfortunately, the King’s smiles are rarer than even Chevaliers. Perhaps rejection is all that the three of us will ever really understand.’

Emma’s heart flickered as she picked up on the following words: ‘The King- Leticia- hurt- so much blood- my poor friend was crying so much-’ and even all the curiosity in the world couldn't bring her to read that particular passage. Nausea pooled in her stomach when it was noted in the pages that nine months later, Luticia gave birth to a boy named Clavis.

With severely less enthusiasm than before, she skipped along to toddling Chevalier. 

‘I recall Chevalier pointing at me once while we were sitting in the nursery. “Book,” he’d said- and I realised belatedly that he wasn’t looking at me, but at the bookshelf behind me. That was his very first word. Not ‘Mother’ or ‘Father’ but ‘Book.’

‘This word paved the way for Chevalier's rare redeeming quality as a son: his intellect. Never before have I witnessed a child who learned as quickly as he did. After picking up reading and writing at a young age- his tutors declaring him a child prodigy- I recall noticing him playing with some toys. ‘Finally!’ I thought. ‘He is acting normal at last, rather than sitting alone in the corner of the room with a book.’

'When I approached, however, I noticed the toys in his hand were actually battle markers he’d snatched from the King’s war room. The scene laid out before him on the playmat was that of a hypothetical battlefield.’

'After this, while I felt dismayed once more, an inkling of hope entered my heart. If my son could be a useful tactician, it would benefit the King, and perhaps allow him to be of use to the kingdom. I implored my husband to allow Chevalier to begin sitting in on his war meetings so that he might recognise his aptitude for it. It took some time, but eventually, he conceded despite the strangeness of allowing a five-year-old into the chamber.’

Emma read on, standing from the floor when her legs began to cramp and sitting at a nearby writing desk. She wasn’t surprised in the least about Chevalier's aptitude for war. Apparently, the move was a success, as the prince flourished at these meetings, suggesting battle tactics that impressed even the most seasoned of generals. 

As she skim-read through a few of these entries, a single passage finally made her stop.

‘Leticia tells me I will warm to him eventually. Once, I would have hoped for that.’

“What do you mean?” Emma questioned aloud softly, hunching over the desk a little more. 

‘After seeing the pure love and affection between Leticia and her sweet little Clavis, I know in my heart I will never come to love Chevalier. He will never love me, either, much like his father. I see Clavis following my son around sometimes and the difference between them is like night and day. Clavis is a human boy, while the person that came from me feels more and more like a changeling child every day. A mistake. A cold, unfeeling reminder of the lack of love in this palace. We do not speak even at meal times, and when he looks at me, Chevalier acts like I am a stranger. I have slowly become irritated by it, and snap occasionally. He reminds me too much of the King’s apathetic silence in our bed chamber.'

“Why can’t you just smile?” I spoke out this evening, glaring down our dining table at him. Chevalier, sat at the opposite end, merely looked at me in that lofty way of his. “I have nothing to smile about right now, so why would I?”

The knot in Emma’s stomach twisted tighter and tighter. Chevalier could smile. It was gentle and just a little awkward and uncertain sometimes, but it was unmistakably human. Emma knew this because she’d fallen in love with his smiles. The fact that his own mother hadn’t seen them made her throat close up, heart laying heavily in her chest. She’d glimpsed it a few times, but according to the diary, the Queen also never woke him in the mornings. They’d meet in the afternoon for a scheduled dinner.

That meant she’d never seen Chevalier struggle to wake up in bed- his hair adorably ruffled with sleep, eyelids heavy as he burrowed stubbornly under the covers. The Queen had never witnessed his palpable, silent delight as he’d unwrapped a handmade gift made just for him. He slept with the flimsy blanket Emma had knitted for him every night despite being surrounded by finery.

All these little things were precious and dear to Emma. She felt torn in numerous ways about how to put into words what exactly she was feeling as her finger trembled. Sadness, of course, disappointment? Frustration? Yes…some of that was mixed in. 

She could understand the complexities of being a newfound mother with a child that differed from expectations, but it seemed at a certain point…the Queen had stopped trying. 

No, if she were really being honest, the truth of it was right there in the pages before her. Chevalier had been rejected from the moment he was born.

‘One night, a man entered through the window of my private drawing room. I was frightened and completely alone in facing him. I only discovered later on that he’d intended to assassinate my husband, mistakenly believing we shared our quarters- what a fool!’

‘He came at me with a dagger- and I tried my best to escape, tossing my dresser and various things over behind me in my haste to flee. I thought for certain he was close enough to catch me, but upon reaching my room I found myself completely alone. Naturally, I made my way cautiously back to the hallway- only to see a sword thrust through the man’s back. He bent as if his bones were broken, a terrible, gasping sound escaping him that I will hear forever. Behind him, I recall seeing a small figure. My attacker’s killer tugged- and planted one foot on the assassin's back- to rip his sword free. It was then I saw it.’

‘Chevalier was smiling.’ 

‘I cannot…write down the depths of my terror in witnessing it. My unease changed that night into true horror, and I have feared my son ever since. No, to even call him of my blood feels deranged. That boy could not have come from me. He is a beast. A thing swapped at birth with my true son- for no human could smile like that after killing a man. Yes, it is clear now. How could I have hoped to appeal to my husband with such a child? It is not my fault. It has never been my fault. It is that boy’s fault.’ 

“You’ll never be loved by anyone,” I told him this, just this morning. He had the gall to ask ‘why?’

“Because you’re a beast without a human heart,” I told him, speaking the truth. “You’re different from the other children. You don’t know what love is, and that’s terrifying.”

The boy seemed confused by this. “All I did was kill an assassin,” he said, as if a seven-year-old doing so unflinchingly was perfectly normal.

I felt myself snap once more. “It is unnatural to be so calm about it!” I’d yelled, secretly wishing he might show remorse about it if I scolded him. He did not. At that moment, the last of my strength as a mother left me. It felt as if I were renouncing him as my son. “Neither the king nor I can find it in ourselves to love you any longer.”

'If we ever had.'

“As long as you don’t know what love is, you’ll remain a beast forever.”

Brown eyes widened, staring at those words as if they were a curse in a fairy tale. But this was no story she could ever comfort herself with. This was real. It had happened.

‘I confided in Leticia about what I’d witnessed that night, and it did not take long before everyone in the palace knew about Chevalier's true nature. I would feel guilt for how the servants and nobles alike ostracised him for it- but I know he is a danger to them. I keep to my rooms now, with Leticia my only visitor. I have not seen His Highness or that boy in months. I feel myself falling prey to fear and torment every day. Whatever solace I thought I’d find in the arms of the King for rejecting that boy was mistaken. 

‘I know not for how much longer I can bear this place when it is home to mere heartless, dreadful beasts. How I wish I had not been forced to come here. How I wish I had not borne that man a cursed son.’

Emma turned the page, only to find it blank. Flipping through the rest, a stream of yellowed-white faceless pages fluttered slowly closed, with all the pain and misery leading up to the Queen’s death left unspoken and unwritten. 

She sat back in her chair. Staring ahead sightlessly for a few moments, Emma found herself uncharacteristically speechless. Robbed of all thought- she gazed at the pages until they blurred. Blinking, she quickly wiped a few hot tears away, frowning at the sting. 

Taking a few deep breaths, she collected herself slowly. How silly. It wasn’t like crying would fix anything she’d read. 

Her lips bent up into a painful smile, imagining Chevalier gently ridiculing her for it. ‘Stupid rabbit,’ he’d call her, and flick her forehead-

Her misty eyes widened slightly, falling to the diary again.

Chevalier…

He shouldn’t ever read this. Couldn’t-

Emma knew it likely wouldn’t hurt him, as it was things he already doubtlessly knew or suspected, but she didn't think she could stomach seeing the revelation on his face. 

The door swung open suddenly- and Emma shot up, snatching the book and shoving it behind her to hide it. 

“Oh, you’re still here, miss?” Anna blinked, venturing further into the room. “The cleaning in here is surely done. Jane didn’t leave you to it alone, did she?”

Emma shook her head and forced a brittle smile. It wouldn’t have convinced Chevalier if he’d seen it. He was unexpectedly sweet like that. 

Swallowing thickly, she inched toward the door. “No, not at all. I guess I just got lost in thought. So much so, I didn’t realise what the time was! Forgive me, I’m late for something, Anna-”

Hoping she didn’t notice the tremble in her voice, Emma dashed by the maid and hurried down the corridor. She fled past Jin- who called out to her- and weaved around countless servants in a most unladylike fashion. 

She didn’t care though. The heavy, sick feeling in her chest didn’t lessen until orange flames were swallowing the contents of those pages. 

Emma exhaled slowly, using a fire poker to adjust the diary atop the logs. She watched with blank relief as it was eaten away into nothingness, becoming grey flecks of meaningless discarded ashes. 

The words, of course, would likely never leave her. 

Standing within the library, Emma straightened. She fixed her long hair, blinking firmly- rapidly, to expel the last of the tears. She then slapped her cheeks lightly and checked the time. 

The grandfather clock’s second hand slid closer to ‘noon.’

“He’s probably still in bed,” she rasped, smiling slightly. 

It was likely a bad idea to see him when she was in such a state, as Chevalier could always sniff out weakness, but her steps didn't falter. 

A burning desire encompassed her body, and would not be doused with any form of logic. She needed to see his face. She needed to-

Emma wasn’t certain what else she needed. She only found the answer to that unknown craving the second she’d slipped into the king’s chambers and crawled onto the plush white bed, immediately locating the face of her sleeping beloved. 

She needed to love him. To show love- and know he felt it- know that he was loved so very deeply by someone.

Her lips found his cheek, pressing a long, reverent kiss to cool skin. Those thick, pale lashes of his refused to stir. So weak a kiss would not tempt the lazing tiger into waking. 

Emma tucked herself up behind him, kissing along his ear next. Her breath fanned over the shell deliberately, peppering butterfly kisses down to his nape. That got a reaction. She felt him stiffen, shivering just a little. 

Someone’s a big faker. 

She smiled, nuzzling into his soft blonde hair and pressing full breasts into his back, trailing her hand over his side and running it up to where his nightshirt gaped open. He smelled like roses, as always. 

Did the Queen know he smelled like this?

She winced, squeezing her eyes shut and sighing. The beast stirred, raising an arm sleepily and rolling onto his back- a silent invitation. Emma took it, quickly cuddling into his chest and lavishing attention over his collarbone. 

“Mnph?” the king made a noise. Blue eyes cracked open, his hand weaving into her hair as he languidly stretched beneath her. “...You’re more determined than usual…to wake me today…” he yawned, grabbing the cover and attempting to pull it over their heads. Emma forced it back down, stroking his abdomen and running lithe fingers lower- feeling his body twitch in response, the embers of desire coaxing awake. 

“It’s almost noon,” she cooed, ducking her head to plant a trail of kisses down his chest. Fingers blocked her journey- sliding past her lips to hook beneath her chin, tilting Emma’s head to look up. 

“...Did something happen?” Chevalier grumbled, blue eyes squinting in the afternoon light, obviously making an effort to stay open. He sobered the longer she struggled to answer, gaze sharpening. Fierce attention roved over her face intently. 

Emma’s lips pressed together and she looked away, heart shuddering. How could his own mother have been uncomfortable with that stare?

Chevalier sighed, poking her forehead and eliciting a yelp.

“Imbecile. Use your words.”

She grumbled, rubbing the spot. “Nothing…happened, exactly,” she murmured, gaze downcast. “I just- I heard someone talking badly of you, and it upset me.”

She could tell the answer displeased him. “You’re aware that no one’s opinion matters to me. People talk. Their wagging tongues, fear and dislike are nothing new. Why did it upset you today?”

“It felt different. It hurt,” she admitted. “They talked about your past…how your mother viewed you,” Emma sat back so that she straddled his hips. “I’m sorry-”

“The memories of her aren't a source of pain for me, my foolish Rabbit,” his fingers pressed against her mouth, brushing her lips fondly. “I didn't feel anything upon her death and I feel nothing now. Her fear of me isn’t something you should concern yourself with,” he sighed, head hitting his pillow with a ‘thump.’ “But I know saying such things to you is about as effective as trying to convince Clavis to stop trying to unsuccessfully kill me. Some things are impossible to change.”

Emma winced, running her hands absentmindedly over his chest, just to feel the rise and fall- the softness of his skin, body heat…and that strong heart beating beneath her palm. “I wish you wouldn’t say it like that,” she gave a weak giggle. “But you’re right. I’m always going to worry about things you deem ‘unnecessary’ it's just how I am.”

Chevalier peaked at her under the messy fall of his bangs. He huffed with amusement, lips curling up into that awkward, gentle smile she so adored. Emma minded the strands aside, stopping to cup his cheek. She gazed firmly into those pretty blue eyes, seized by a great need. 

“I love you,” she said. She’d spoken those words many times before, and would do so many times after. Every day, until it could hopefully drown out those endlessly lonely and isolating years spent alone in the library, with only his books for company.

“You look as though you have something to prove with those words today,” his thumb smoothed over her lips once more to push his thumb slightly into her parted mouth, stroking her tongue. His gaze darkened like an animal spotting its prey. “Show me.”

“Gladly-” she breathed, and their mouths were colliding in an instant. Emma’s fingers curled in the creases of his dishevelled collar, tugging and clawing at his shoulders until he joined her in sitting up- allowing her to discard the shirt. Chevalier soon gathered her closer, growling lowly when she ground against his lap. She wasn’t usually like this. Not unless she’d had something to drink- but a hunger bared its teeth inside her today. Her fiance seemed only too happy to oblige, allowing her to rut desperately against him- latching her mouth onto his neck and biting down.

“Mn-” a hiss of hot air fanned out beside her head, a hardness pressing up between her thighs indicating his enjoyment. 

Emma discarded all sense of proprietary and lost herself in the molten hot temptations of pleasure, dipping her hand beneath the waistband of his trousers to take him in her hand.

"Emma," Chevalier gave a low croon, grasping brunnette hair and tugging to rip her mouth free of his throat- shoving his tongue inside her parted lips. Hands stroked, caressed and ripped at clothing. Their bodies rutted together like beasts. Soon she felt her back arching, an instrument in his artful hands as wet heat closed around her bared nipple, sucking with a scrape of delicious teeth.

She whined and shuddered in his hold, sloppily continuing to pump her hand at his base. 

In that bedroom, with the golden light of midday pouring through a crack in the curtains, Emma gazed at him, eyes half-lidded and mouth parted. He looked beautiful. From how attentive and passionately he pleasured her, she knew she could never see him as the cold, removed man he’d been when they’d met.

Desire stabbed like a wrought iron brand inside her lower abdomen, and Emma pushed up onto her knees, aligning herself with his hips. With a single heated look exchanged, she took him into her, crying out as his cock filled her to the brim.

“Mn!- hah- you’re so wet…don’t tell me you got aroused just from touching me?” Chevalier’s voice purred into her neck, nipping and kissing.

“Is it any surprise? It makes me feel good to see you happy,” she gave a weak laugh, smiling with rosy cheeks. 

Blue eyes flicked up, warming. He gazed at her with such tenderness it threatened to undo her. Emma shook herself and wrapped both arms around his shoulders, their lips meeting just as she began to ride him.

Soon their combined low grunts and pleased sighs filled the room, accompanied by the wet, heinous noises of their bodies meeting. 

“Is- this, hah- alright?” she managed, nails digging into his blisteringly warm skin. 

Chevalier gave a strained chuckle, holding her tighter around the waist and bumping his lips against her cheek. “Idiotic Rabbit. I’ve told you- before…” he panted, gaze half-lidded. “You have permission to do anything you want to me.”

Her walls unexpectedly squeezed tighter around him, wringing out a hiss from his clenched teeth. Emma blushed and bounced more determinedly on his lap, whimpering softly as his cock hit new depths from the change in angle. 

That was how they fell apart- shattering in each other's arms. Emma keened and voiced her pleasure until her throat strained, deaf to Chevalier's own low snarl as his hips bucked and snapped- filling her with his seed. 

Heavy panting was all she could hear as the high of climax eventually dimmed. She became aware of their sweat-slicked bodies pressed close- heartbeats thundering- how she cradled his head against her breast. His dishevelled bangs of hair felt damp to the touch.

Chevalier caught his breath, slowly sinking down and taking her with him to fall onto their sides on the bed. 

“If that’s your response when I’m bad-mouthed by other people, I can only hope their next whispers are all the more vicious.”

Emma huffed, closing her eyes. A dim flash of sadness welled up inside her unbidden again, and she buried her face in his chest.

Her fiancé stirred, pulling away slightly to tilt her chin up. Emma blinked, feeling his thumb rub her jaw in slow, awkward brushes. 

“I don’t know what was said, and frankly I don’t care. The past is the past,” Chevalier muttered, lips curving. The action transformed his face into a heartbreakingly tender and earnest look. “It can’t be changed. What I care about…is here and now, right in front of me.”

Her breath caught. Somehow, that was all she’d needed to hear. The rotten feelings of sadness and frustration on his behalf melted away under his unpractised, genuine soft touch. Tears gathered in her eyes, but she stubbornly held them back, smiling and kissing his fingers.

‘I feel the same way’ was left unspoken, lost amidst their lips meeting and hands straying anew, the royal tiger once again ensnared by the foolish, loving rabbit.

End

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Info for writer in Thai series fandom: Pet name & tone indicator sound

Some words to call your lover

Sweet and polite

คุณ-khun or เธอ-tur with ฉัน-chan, เรา-rao or ผม-phom(offically this one is for men, but it did get used by women) are words that can be used with people who are not your lovers but are considered to be quite sweet to call your lover that. I already mentioned it in Chapter 4. Chan and tur are very popular choices for song lyrics.

ที่รัก-thirak straight up call a person "someone you love". Rak is love, so if we want it literally, it would be beloved or something along those lines. I never saw anyone actually use it seriously before. Just a parody of something, or like I do, to tease a friend. Or, if we count, I think I've heard a mom call her child "mom's thirak" before. We could add สุด-sud in the front, sudthirak, make it mean "someone you love most."

แฟน-faen Boyfriend/girlfriend but non-binary. If used as a pronoun, then it usually comes with those Thai sounds khrap/ka at the end. You probably need to draw the word out for good measure too. Its sound is the same as how the word fan in "fan club" is pronounced in Thai, so there are a lot of fan club or faen khrap puns/jokes used with actor shipping situations.

คนดี-kondee Khon is a unit of human in Thai, and dee is good. เด็กดี-dekdee Dek is a child, and dee is the same as dee in Khondee. I feel like both Khondee and Dekdee have a bit of a patronizing feeling. But not always in a bad way, though. Is that a thing? Like, if you used those words with someone sincere, you probably felt the urge to take care of them at least a little bit. You probably feel like they are a precious, cute little thing. Something like that The fact that Im 100% sure parents used dekdee with their children might factor into it. As for Kondee, I'm about 90% sure.

Dek means kid, but we use it quite loosely, so twenty-somethings get called Dek all the time, and if it were by an elderly person, then the Dek in question might as well be a mother of two.

พ่อ แม่-por and mae As in father and mother. Usually, it starts when a couple becomes parents. A fur baby will do too for some.

Insulting words as a pet name

เด๋อ-der clumsy, foolish, silly, awkward, stupid, dull, dump_ Those things mix together, but like, in a soft version. Usually used with something add to the front, such as ไอ้-Ai, เด็ก-dek, or some Thai's sound for tone indicator(?) to the back, or both.

อ้วน-uuan fat, chubby—อ้วน can actually be a parent-given nickname too. I know some women around my mom's age range whose nickname is that. Personally, if it says it in a particular way, I find it really cute.

เหนียง-niang double chin

เถิก-terk go bald,the description of a hair line that starts to recede.

ลุง-lung Uncle (the one that is older than the father) aka old man. Usually used by a noticeable younger person. Not that they actually date someone older than their dad, or do they?👀

เด็กโง่-dekngo Stupid child, but like, an endearingly stupid, childish person.

ดื้อ-due _Not obeying, refuse to comply_ often used to describe a child. I saw ดื้อ  get translated to stubbon a lot, but personally, I find that not quite fitting (not that I have other words in mind). It might just be a me thing, though.

Probably a full-on PDA couple, act cute to each other 24/7

เล็ก-lek Small,tiny

ใหญ่-yai Big,giant

This two are a pair. Sometime it will have something added to it, ตัว-tua which means self/person/body, for exemple.

Animal + small or pi/nong/por(dad)/mae(mom) + animal Something like, cat, bear, pig, dog

Ex:Pi Muu(pig)/Nong Miao(cute alternative way to call cat)/Miao lek(small)/Por Mee(bear)

บี๋-bie Short from baby

Repeating a syllable of a nick name two times for a lovey-dovey pet name is also a thing.

ไอ้ต้าว-ai tao Tao is a meaningless sound that was derived from a word that was a prefix "เจ้า-Jao." It is used to express that the speaker thinks the person being mentioned is cute/childlike. They most likely appear with a strangely sweet voice. Sometimes used for friendly mocking of someone for being childlike.

Eng sub-cute dimples = Ai tao dimples

หนู-nhu Nhu is something that is used with children, but it also can be for a lover. Can be innocent or quite sinful depending on the context. (This one is already mentioned in Chapter 4 too)

เค้า Kao and ตัวเอง Tua-eng are a pair. Kao is for calling yourself, and Tuaeng is for calling your lover. What is of interest is that Kao typically refers to the third person, and Tuaeng refers to "oneself." It kind of gets perceived as something silly that people in love do. There are some words that are born from distorted "tuaeng" that you can use for a lover too, such as using only the first word "tua", shortening the "tua" sound to make it sound like 'ta-eng, or combining the two sounds to make it sound like "teng". The "Kao" might be replaced by other words such as Rao, and it might help lower the silliness, or not? Lately, I have seen some traders (usually women small business owners) call their customers Tuaeng to make them feel closer to them. Not Kao, tho. I have yet to see any shopkeeper use Kao for "I.".

Kind of a little roleplay, but not really?

ป๋า-pa Dad as in father or 💰Daddy💰 as in sugar daddy.

An overly respectful way to call someone or use a title that the receiver doesn't actually own is also something I see and think is pretty cute.

Legal prefix

เด็กหญิง-dek ying 

abbreviation - ด.ญ.

For those who were assigned female at birth under the age of 15

Translate to - none

เด็กชาย-dek chai

abbreviation - ด.ช.

For those who were assigned male at birth under the age of 15

Translate to - none

นาย-nai

abbreviation - none

For those who were assigned male at birth, from age 15 onward

Translate to - Mr.

นาง-nang

abbreviation - none

For those who were assigned female at birth and marriage (optional since 2008),

Translate to - Mrs.

นางสาว-nang sao

abbreviation - น.ส.

For those who were assigned female at birth, from age 15 onward

Translate to - Ms.

Some words/phrase that relevent to love life.

เพื่อนคู่คิด มิตรคู่ใจ-phuea khukhit mit khuchai This is a phrase that describes a marriage partner as a friend ( phuea = friend) who will help you think ( khit), a trusting ally (mit ), and your best friend who you can rely on. I find it to be very romantic.

คู่ชีวิต-khu chivit life partner

คนรู้ใจ-khon ru jai person who knows your heart

ศีลเสมอ-syn samoe (like the name of a character from Cutie Pie)

ศีล Syn = precept

เสมอ samoe = same,equal

"Syn samoe" is a figure of speech that is probably roughly equivalent to "birds of a feather flock together." It is a concept that in order for one to be able to associate with others with ease of mind, one needs to hold the same moral code and values. If a person only holds on to one of the precepts, not killing, they wouldn't be suited to be with someone who also does not steal, not only as a lover but also as a close friend or someone close in general. And also the reversal, which is that if you can be close with someone, then you must be on the same level as that person, good or bad.

คนคุย - khon kui Person (you) talking to If A is Khon Kui of B, then they are getting to know each other with romantic intentions, but nothing is serious yet.

กิ่งทองใบหยก - king thong bai yok - jade leaf gold branch A very suitable match, used for those who are about to get married.

ผีเน่าโลงผุ - phi nao long phu - rotten ghost, decayed coffin When a couple is a very suitable match, but it's because they both are bad

ทองแผ่นเดียวกัน - thong phaen diao kan - the same gold sheet To become one piece of gold is to be connected by marriage. Ex: These two families are going to become the same piece of gold soon = someone from each of their families is going to marry the other.

ข้าวใหม่ปลามัน - fresh rice, creamy(?) fish A word to call a newlywed couple. Anything new is good, so in a period of newlywed bliss, everything will be good in your eyes.

ถ่านไฟเก่า-old coal Old flame, ex-lover who still might get back together

โซ่ทอง-gold chain A child is parents' gold chain that will link parents' hearts together forever. Basiclly, it is a concept that by having a child, the couple will be more committed to each other. Kind of scary if you ask me.

จีบ-jeeb _woo, flirt, spark, spoon, court, bind around_ I saw this translate to flirting most of the time, but while flirting is not serious, จีบ can be.

หยอด-yort is to put or pour it little by little in a narrow place; in some contexts, it means to drop in sweet words when you talk to someone, aka flirt.

อ้อน-oon is to plead, to implore, to cajole, to wheedle, to whimper. 

กัดก้อนเกลือ-kat kon kluea-to bite on a cube of salt Is to be poor. usually mean when your financial situation is likely to be better than it is if not for your choice of partner.

ป๋า pa - เสี่ย sia - เด็ก dek pa/ dek sia When these words are used together, pa or sia is an (usually) older, wealthy (this one is a must) man, and dek, which translate directly to child or young, is a (usually) younger person who got financial benefit from being in this relationship. Pa or Sia is a sugar daddy, and Dek is a sugar baby, basically. 

คบ-kob Is mostly used to mean dating, but it can also mean "associate" or "friend with", and it has been used for a variety of ambiguous speaking scene in drama and novels.

ชง-chong-brew It's kind of like creating an opportunity for someone else to say a pick-up line. Say things in order to push your friend toward the one you think your friend will like (whether the assumption is correct or not). Say a pick-up line or flirt with someone for the other person. GMM actors do it to other shipping pairs all the time. I find it quite funny, lol.

เพื่อน=friend But it can also mean accompany if you say it in some way. You could say that you want someone to go somewhere with you as เพื่อน and that would mean that you want them to accompany you, not that they are your friend exclusively. You can say it to anyone. friend, family member, lover, co-worker, etc.

Here Ayan say that he thanks Akk for นอนเป็นแฟน instead of นอนเป็นเพื่อน. 

นอน=sleep 

เป็น=as ,are, be, become, have, constitute, be able to 

แฟน=lover 

เพื่อน=friend

นอนเป็นเพื่อน=to go to bed with someone and keep them company

เพื่อน can also mean co-worker, school mate, 

slice-of-thai.com, thai-tones.com, [Learn Thai] Five Tones in Thai (Pronunciation Practice) <--Some of the links for the Thai 5-tone explanation.

I think it would help in the next part (and with the Thai language in general) if you could remember what tone is what.

The mid one, number 1, had no mark, and the other is as you can see in that orange band.

อา, อ่า, อ้า, อ๊า, and อ๋า is probably going to be the same when spelled in English (unless we make something up, like, อา=ah, อ่า=aah) but in Thai, you can see that the mark on top of them is different.

There are also a bunch of things that are relevant, like the way each type of Thai alphabet has its own base(?) tone in itself, making tone marking affect them differently. Ex: low consonant + dead syllable + short sound = rising tone (5) Even though it is written with no mark tone and so looks like it should probably be a mid tone (1), but we are not here for an actual Thai lesson, so you just need to remember that different tone is a thing and different tone = different mening.

Sounds that we use to indicate the tone of the sentence

****This topic isn't really an official and well-organized thing, plus my knowledge and ability to explain are quite limited, so maybe don't see it as a fact but something subjective?

If I put a check mark in the example column, it means it makes sense to put the sound in that row in the blank. Well, at least to me, it makes sense.

A sentence that has some polite words in it doesn't mean that it is in fact polite or that the speaker is being polite and proper. So while Khrap and Ka are polite, people still can and have used them to end a sentence that is so impolite you will get customers yelling for your manager to fire you for saying it.

Some of those sounds can also be paired with other too. For example, Na(4) and Si(2) can be paired with Ka(4) and Khrap(4), as well as a few others, and include each other.

Index

[woonierkiz]

BURN THE MEMOIR — CUTE BARISTA

CHAPTER SUMMARY. Jake Sim skipped his violin lessons to hang out with his friends, and they suggested going to Starbucks. However, he doesn't know how to order a drink at Starbucks. But when he saw this cute barista, he couldn't stop stuttering and making up a weird combination of a latte. When the barista asked for his name, he thought she was making a move. So, he gave his number instead!  After that horrible memory of his, he continued his journey as an idol. However, things turned sideways when that cute barista was a senior of him AND SAME LABELS. Will he continue to embarrass himself? Will he grow some balls?

pairings. pre-debut jake (for now until chap 4?) x pre-debut fem! yn

The cold air of the air conditioner engulfs jake's figure as he feels refreshed from it. His golden-brown eyes were fixed on the cafe; The cafe only has a few customers and mostly drive-thru.

"Why are you even here? " Jake asked them as he slightly pushed Vince's shoulder (Vince a.k.a. the science addict and Arthur's neighbor) " To relax, duh, " Vince said sarcastically while rolling his eyes, and Arthur's laugh echoed at the cafe making a few side eyes from them.

" Shut up! " Jake whispered while he sat, as he looked at the man whose side-eyeing and bowed his head for an apology which the man reacted by huffing and doing his business.

" Jake, Can you order us some matcha lattes? " Vince pleads while making puppy dog eyes makes Arthur fake barf, and Jake rolls his eyes out.

" Why me? You can order that yourself and order me a chocolate chip latte. " Jake asked ignoring his friend's request as he looked at the menu. " Bro, you never ordered by yourself. I want my child to learn baby steps. " Vince smiled giddily making his dimples show and took his phone as he tried to distract himself. Arthur laughed while agreeing with Vince as he updated his girlfriend.

" Fine, just matcha latte, right? " Jake asked while he went to the counter and his friends said yes. He doesn't feel any nervousness; he's just going to order a latte, that's it. There is nothing to worry about right?

But his eyes are fixated on the ground as his hands reach for his pocket to get his wallet as he hears such a sickening lovely voice. He looked up at the cashier welcoming him.

" Welcome to Starbucks. What can I get started for you today? " She smiled at me while greeting me. He doesn't know what to say right now. He might be corny, he have never seen such a beautiful girl before maybe he did see some other pretty girls but never felt this way by looking at him. 

" Uh, 3 pumpkin spice lattes, please… " Jake asked in a soft tone as his posture straightened, trying to make himself more presentable. He forgot what he was supposed to say as the cashier hummed in and replied, " How tall do you want your drink, sir? " While her fingers typed his order, " the tallest one. " The cashier looked at him and nodded in reply.

He noticed the subtle glance of the girl and he thought nothing of it until " What is your name sir? " He felt his brain pause for a second.

My name? Name. Oh OH, IS SHE!? there is no way like NO NO NAURRR. I mean I'm kinda handsome not too much just average BUT STILL, IS THIS MY TIME?

he thought while he took a small piece of paper from his pocket and wrote his number and name, the cashier looked in confusion when the boy suddenly wrote something near the cashier's table.

" Here. " Jake gave the folded piece of paper from the girl and gladly took it from him as she opened it making her smile widely and cough. " Wow, Well thank you for making my day, Jake. But, I wasn't asking for your number just your name so I can put your name on your drink. "

He felt so embarrassed and nodded, he looked at his friends and saw them trying not to laugh out loud while smacking each other in laughter, he felt his face turns hot and placed the cash on the counter. Not looking at the girl waiting for his receipt and when he got it. He walked fastly to their table and sat in utter silence.

NOTE! FIRST CHAP IS HERE &lt;33

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Tiny Dee Skit: Part 2

Starring:

2012 Cast: Donnie

2018 Cast: Don, Michael

Don: Why did no one tell me making creating secret tunnels to hide the gear I don't want my brothers' touching was a bad idea?

Uh, here, tiny me. Here, Donnie. Here children version who has a strange knack for blowing up everything he touches-

Michael: pops up What are you doing?

Don: AH- DEFINITELY NOT FINDING THE CHILD LOST IN MY ARRAY OF DANGEROUS TECH- wait, why are you in here? How are you in here?

Michael: Oh, everyone knows about your secret tunnels

Don: Since when!?

Michael: Always?

We don't like to talk about it though. It's a secret. 

Don: That's not- ugh. Why are you here?

Michael: Donnie broke my tablet. I was looking for you

Don: No trouble, Leo said. I’m never trusting another word that comes out of his mouth…

Michael: So… Can you fix it?

Don: I'm busy trying to relocate tiny me-

Michael: YOU LOST HIM!? IN HERE!?

Don: Yes, and if I don't find him before his brother's return, I will perish

Wait, why do you care? Didn’t he destroy your tablet?

Michael: He's a kid! It was obviously an accident

I'll help you find him

Don: If you insist

Here boy. Here, Donatello. Come here.

Michael: He's not a dog

Don: Don't infant brains hold the same capacity of understanding as those of animals?

Michael: Yes? No? Probably? 

Don: Fine. If animal summoning will not work...

DONATELLO! WHERE THE HECK ARE YOU!?

Something explodes in distance and Don dashes over, locating a sobbing Donnie next to a small metallic fire

Don: Oh please, in the name of all things science don't be injured- uses the metal hands to lift him up and examines him

Donnie: still shaking and sobbing

Michael: DONNIE!

Grabs him and gently holds him in his arms Aw, hey, it's okay, little Donnie. It's okay, little guy. We're not going to hurt you.

Don: examining the wreckage I might. That was my latest prototype.

Michael: glares

Don: Um. I mean. No, of course we will not let anything happen to you, small me. Pat pat? pats his head awkwardly

Donnie: confused sniffling

Michael: It's your fault it blew up anyway. You must have scared him, poor little guy.

Donnie: whimpers

Michael: I think you should hug him and say sorry

Don: I'm not apologizing to a child

Nor am I touching him

Michael: Toddlers have feelings too

Don: And I should care because...?

Michael: I'll tell his brothers what happened

Don: What is with people and threatening me today?

Michael: Don

Don: I will hold him, but it is not a hug. It is a blackmail gesture of goodwill

Michael: hands him over

Donnie: whimpers

Don: awkwardly adjusts him in one arm; uses the other to pat his head again There there. I should not have yelled. That was irresponsible of me. Just stop crying so your threatening and terrifyingly protective siblings don't murder me

Donnie: sniffles and leans his head against his plastron

Michael: Forgiveness achieved!

Don: At least he isn't crying

Michael: I think he likes you!

Don: That makes no sense. He cannot understand apologies. I did that for your sake. Children respond to tones of voice and mine is as bland as you can get

Michael: Maybe he likes bland

Don: That makes little logical sense as well

Michael: Maybe babies don't follow logic 

Don: APPALLED GASP

Donnie: whine

Don: Nope- pats plastron with free hand Be silent. We will not have any more screaming fits. 

Donnie: begins quietly sucking on fingers

Don: ....He is a strange toddler

Michael: Mutant turtle toddler

Also, he's a Donnie right? ✨Baby genius✨

Don: Ah, yes. I suppose that was not factored in- what is he doing?

Donnie: curls up a bit and closes his eyes

Michael: Sleeping

Don: What? Why? And why on me!?

Michael: Maybe your soft shell is soft

Don: I don't like this- take him back! roughly shoves Donnie back into Michael’s arms, only for Donnie to whine and begin loudly crying again

Michael: No, no, no, shhhh, it's okay, it's okay! tries bouncing, only to grow panicked when nothing changes DONNIE- he won't stop- he won't stop- how do I-!?

Don: turning down the volume on his goggle’s filters OKAY FINE uses his mechanical arms to take him back and carefully lays him in both arms There. I have you. You are sleepy again, go to sleep. Your wailing is hurting my ears and that's saying something considering turtles do not actually have them. 

Donnie: sobs quiet as he relaxes

Don: Oh, thank the Great Pizza in the Sky. turns his volume back up What now?

Michael: Get him out of the room with easily explodable devices before he decides to run rampant again?

Don: Yes. Let’s. First Skit: Here

[skylerskyhigh]

Working on chapter 7 of "Your Dream"

I'll work on this on and off due to life. But here's a small snippet of what I have! Also, can anyone guess what song I have planned?

"Careful now," Leon said in faux softness, grinning at the Kraang with a look worthy of a villain. "We don't want you to spoil the fun."

Subprime sputtered for a moment before he glared. "You got lucky! I've studied you! I have seen what you can do and it is pathetic! Even with the power you obtained, you are mere untrained fools! The threats in this world are child's play!  You will be easy to eradicate! Once I find this world's Kraang and the armor, we will work together and end your pitiful lives!"

"Kraang?" Donnie repeated in surprise.

"Dark armor?" Raph echoed with wide eyes.

Subprime smirked, delighted by their shock. "Yes. Once I finish you off, I will use the blue one to open the portal and get this world's Kraang and Shredder by our side. You children will not be able to stop the might of Kraang-!"

They burst into uproarious laughter again. 

"Are you- Are you serious?!" April wheezed, wrapping her arm around her stomach. "You're not serious right?"

"Is Raph hearing things? Raph thinks he's hearing things!" Raph laughed with a hand to his head. 

"The Shredder? The Kraang?!" Mikey broke down laughing again, slapping his leg.

"I can't breathe!" Donnie wheezed, nearly falling to the floor with how much he was laughing.

"You must be joking," CJ said with an incredulous grin, his eye twitching as he stares at the alien in disbelief. "Is- is this a time travel thing again? Did you accidentally make a time portal instead of a universe-hopping one?"

Cass huffed, checking her nails with a frown. "As much as it is an insult to my former master- as if he would ever join the likes of you- you are too late." 

"What?" Subprime gaped at them.

"Hahaha! Aw buddy, did you stop after season one?" Leon asked in a mocking tone like he was talking to a child. "Did your connection cut off? Or did you watch a few episodes and decided you knew everything about us?"

"What?" Subprime glared at him, confused and offended.

Leon leans forward and flashed him a grin. "Hey friend, that thing about us being 'untrained fools'? That was two years ago."

Subprime's face falls. 

"Going on three," Donnie added, holding his hand up to display three fingers.

"The Shredder?" Leon splayed his hands like a magician showcasing a new trick. "Gone."

"The Kraang?" Leonidas waves his hand like he's revealing a card trick. "Poof."

"We've stopped every threat that came our way," Raph grins, standing taller with pride as he grips his tonfas tighter.

"Big or small," April tilts her head with a smirk, her green bat bursting into flames. 

"And we won every time baby!" Mikey twirls the chain of his kusari-fundo. 

"The only pathetic thing here is you," Donnie chuckles, resting his bo staff against the back of his neck.

"I almost feel bad for what we're about to do," Leon hums. He reached behind him and pulls out his two odachi swords. "Buuut not bad enough. See, we got newcomers to show off to and you've been a real thorn by their side. Invading their home. Attacking them countlessly. Refusing to die like a cockroach."

They look over to the newcomers who straighten at the sudden attention. 

Leon grins and winked. "And they've given us the go-ahead to kick your butt."

He turns back to the enraged-looking Kraang. "Third, you're a Kraang. And to be honest-"

His eyes flashed bright blue and his face briefly twists into a furious snarl. "We've had enough Kraang for an entire lifetime."

The air grows electrified with building energy. His family all share the same sentiment.

Subprime stares in growing nervousness.

"So let's give them all a show while we treat you like the dog toy you are," Leonidas clapped his hands. "Donnie, give our alternates the best seats please."

"On it!"

[koushou]

an archon’s jealousy

pairing : zhongli x f!reader {fluff}

warnings : none! zhongli cuteness overload 

word count : 1.8k

a/n : genshin has taken over my life so enjoy my favorite peepaw 

the geo archon, once feared by all beings in teyvat, was known for his strength and abilities in battle, as well as his logical way of thinking and planning. his weakness? well, he’s definitely not great with emotions. especially jealousy.

“Ah, this painting reminds me of when an old friend and I had been travelling together for the first time, there was-” 

Zhongli turns around, smiling as he reminisces of events from hundreds of years ago, however turning into a frown quickly. 

His golden eyes scan the dining room, sighing as they fail to identify a certain someone. Placing his cup of tea down onto the polished wooden table, he walks out to the private balcony area of Wangmin Restaurant, breathing in the familiar fresh air of the nation he’d known for as long as he existed.

It had been two days.

Two days since he’s spoken to his lover, two days since the small quarrel you both had in the exact restaurant he’s currently standing in.

It had been quite a trivial matter in his opinion, when a young waitress working there had just been a tad kinder to the geo archon, leaving a few light touches here and there. Even “accidentally” spilling tea over herself, putting on a show of cleaning herself. 

Not noticing the dark glare of his lover from across the table, he offers the apologizing waitress a small smile, assuring her it wasn’t a big deal. As she walks away, he finally turns back to the now fuming Y/N who was shoving food down her throat to avoid speaking to him.

He chuckles softly, still unaware of the reason for your anger, “Love, slow down, the food isn’t going anywhere.”

Refusing to acknowledge his presence, you huff and continue chewing your food as if he wasn’t even there. Zhongli looks at you with a confused expression, but just before he had a chance to speak, the waitress returns.

She takes a few of your plates that were finished being used, occasionally sending small looks at your boyfriend, oblivious to the whole situation.

“I love your earring, Mr. Zhongli,” she bats her eyelashes at the man, your man, as she continues cleaning the table at record slow speed. 

“Ah, thank you.” He sends a small nod her way, not noticing the way she might as well be sitting on top of him with the close proximity of their two bodies. 

“Where did you get it from?” You roll your eyes while still focusing on your food, anyone could tell the way she was speaking in a faker, higher tone.

“Actually, they were gifted from an old friend of mine, we would travel together all the time and-” Zhongli goes off on one of his rants again, to the waitress’s pleasant surprise. To your shock, she takes a seat right next to your unsuspecting boyfriend who was still speaking, nodding along with his words. 

The audacity of this bi-

You slam your hands on the table abruptly, stopping Zhongli in his story as he looks up at you.

You shoot the coldest stare at him, one that even the geo archon, who had fought every monster, travelled to every corner of the world, swore sent shivers through his body.

“Love?”

“I’m finished, have fun on your date,” You spat, emphasizing the last word, and you could’ve sworn you saw the waitress roll her eyes.

Leaving Zhongli still in a confused state, you stormed out of the room, not paying mind to the distant protests of your boyfriend.

Zhongli sighs, snapping out of his thoughts, leaning against the railing of the balcony. He had walked out and tried to find you, but failed and you hadn’t appeared since.

After finally consulting Childe, the last person he’d ever want to speak to, about why you had acted like the way you did, he simply laughed at the man, claiming that you had been feeling jealous.

That had left Zhongli even more confused. Jealous? He was simply sharing his tales with a curious person, what was there to be jealous of?

He sighs again, ready to head back into the dining room until he spots a familiar figure below him.

You were standing below the balcony he was on, not seeming to realize he was there. Zhongli breathes a sigh of relief, oh how he missed seeing you. About to go down and surprise you, he stops in his tracks when he sees a young man walk up to you and begin talking.

An unfamiliar feeling seeps through his body when you laugh at something the stranger said, a wonderful sound he thought was reserved for him, and him only. 

You probably knew each other, that’s why you guys looked so close, right? Friends can laugh at each other, of course there was nothing wrong with the scene unfolding before the archon. That’s why the man’s hand had reached towards a stray strand of hair and tucked it behind your ear, right?

Zhongli grits his teeth, and makes his way down the restaurant as fast as his feet could take him.

He could hear you giggling upon walking out the restaurant’s doors, and quickly makes his way to you.

Walking up behind you, he slips an arm around your waist and pulls you softly back against his chest. 

You let out a surprised yelp, ready to attack whoever was touching you, until you turned and saw that it had just been your boyfriend, who seemed to be seething at the moment.

“Zhongli..?” Something about him seemed a little different, maybe it was the way he glared daggers into the other man who had just been talking to you and touching you. 

If looks could kill? Let’s just say The Wangsheng Funeral Parlor has an extra client today. 

“Hey love, I missed you,” Zhongli presses a kiss to your cheek, “Who might this be?” 

A bit flustered from the contact, you looked at the other man who seemed on the verge of peeing himself right there, and had to suppress a laugh.

“Ah, this is just a friend I met a few days ago when I was exploring, he-“

Before you could finish your sentence, the man stutters out an incoherent sentence and almost trips over himself running off in the other direction.

You raise an eyebrow, turning your head back to look at Zhongli who was still holding you protectively against him. He had created a small yellow meteor in his hand and was currently levitating it above his palm in a threatening manner.

He turns to you, putting the meteor away, smiling as he presses a kiss to your forehead. 

“Zhongli, you scared him away.”

He puts on a thinking face, nodding slowly.

“Oh, no.”

“Oh, no— That’s it? You probably scared the poor man into thinking you were going to murder him or somethin-”

He chuckles and raises your chin up to face him with one finger, “Then maybe next time, he should think before touching something that belongs to me.”

You huff, cheeks tinting the lightest shade of red before pushing him away.

“Whatever, I’m going now.”

You start to walk away, not before Zhongli catches your arm and stops you.

“Love, are you still angry?”

You could hear the concern in your boyfriend’s voice, and your heart softens a bit. In truth, you had already forgotten the incident back at the restaurant a few days ago and was about to apologize today when the man from before had stopped you. 

A lightbulb went off in your head, so you decide to play with him a little longer. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Snatching your hand back from his grasp, you continue walking away from your surprised boyfriend.

He quickly follows you, unsure of how to continue. He couldn’t just ask you if you had been jealous, could he?

As your boyfriend got lost in his thoughts of how to ask, you almost laughed at his intense thinking face while nervously walking beside you. 

“Uh, I-,” He cleared his throat before speaking.

“I’m sorry for upsetting you that day, I did not realize that it would have made you feel jealous.” 

He takes both of your hands in his, softly enveloping them as he continues.

“From now on, I promise that I’ll only share my stories with you, and you only, so don’t worry, love.”

He smiles at you, as you suddenly burst out in laughter. 

“What is so funny?” Zhongli asks, confused.

“Nothing, nothing at all, baby,” You finally recover from your laughing and wrap your arms around his waist.

Leaning your head against his chest, you couldn’t help but smile at the way your boyfriend thought you were upset because he was sharing his stories with another person, when you had just been jealous of another woman being so close to him. It was adorable.

Deciding not to tease him any further, you lift your head up from his chest to press a kiss against his lips. 

His eyes brighten instantly. “So, does this mean you forgive me?” 

If Zhongli was a dog, his tails would be wagging expectantly at you with puppy dog eyes right now.

You giggle, nodding at him. “Of course I forgive you, just don’t talk to other girls like that again.”

You pout, as he chuckles and leans down to give you another kiss. 

“I promise, love.” He softly strokes your hair, running the strands through his fingers.

“I also didn’t like seeing you with that man, so don’t let anyone besides me touch you, alright?”

You smile against him, nodding and opening your mouth to speak again when your stomach suddenly rumbles.

Eyes widening, you push away a now laughing Zhongli, embarrassed.

“I assume you’re hungry, my love?” He teases at you, taking your hand in his as he begins to walk the both of you back to Wangmin Restaurant.

“Who was the one who cut my meal short two days ago? I barely had anything to eat recently because I didn’t have any mora on me.” You take your hand out of his hold, crossing your arms and looking the other way.

He laughs softly at you, taking your hand back and kissing your knuckles softly. 

“Ah, you haven’t been eating welI?” He looks at you with concern laced in his golden eyes.

“I apologize, darling, but… I have something to confess to you.”

You turn to him, curious at his words. “What is it?”

“I..do not have mora on me at the moment either.”

“What?! You’re literally the god of mora, Zhongli, but you don’t even-“

He cuts you off short with a kiss, smirking against your lips as he feels you blush.

Pulling away, he chuckles and shrugs. “We can go ask Childe, come on.”

You laugh and continue walking with him, “Poor Childe, at least he’s useful for one thing.”

Zhongli lets out a laugh, as you two walk off, hand in hand, searching for your human wallet.

[tonguetiedraven]

Hi! I’m the anon who ask about baby!Rin!

I hope for a fic where teen Rin is transformed into a baby/toddler 🥺

Also i’m in love with every single story you had wrote 😍❤️ you’re so good!

Thank you so much!!! I'm so glad you enjoy my stories ^^

This is a fantastic prompt, and I'm going to make it two parts because my writing friends gave me some fantastic ideas for it. So here you go!

Part: One (you're here)

“Someone,” Yukio said slowly in the sort of tone that always made his students stand straighter, “please explain to me why my brother is now a toddler.”

Rin squealed and extended his small arms towards Yukio. His tail whipped wildly through the air, whacking into Ryuuji’s face and leaving a few excited sparks behind.

Ryuuji stepped forward with a worried frown and an attempt at a contrite expression. “We’re not certain, sir.” (It had been ages since they had called him sir.) “Shi—er, we found him outside Kato hall.”

“Yu-yu!” Rin tried to lunge out of Ryuuji’s arms and Ryuuji barely caught him before he crashed to the floor. Yukio hurried forward and relieved him of his twin. Rin had been an entirely unpredictable child from the stories he’d heard.

Rin promptly cuddled close and stuck his nose against Yukio’s throat. His tail wagged happily through the air as he wound himself around Yukio like a koala.

“We found him outside Kato hall. He was crying and didn’t seem to recognize us right away? We wouldn’t have known it was him if it wasn’t for the flames and tail.” Konekomaru said after a moment.

“He still looks like Rin,” Ryuuji muttered, shooting Renzou an annoyed look.

He must have been the one to find him.

Yukio did not have a lot of experience with babies. He had none, if he was being honest. He had no idea how old Rin was now, and he certainly had no idea what might have done it.

“How… what…” He didn’t even know what to ask. This was insane.

Rin lifted his head from Yukio and grinned. His nose was running. “Ry-ry!”

“Huh?”

Ryuuji shuffled forward. “I’m still here, bud.” He gave a little wave that Rin mirrored with a happy squeal. Apparently satisfied that he hadn’t lost ‘Ry-ry’, Rin stuck his thumb in his mouth and flopped against Yukio’s chest, kicking his feet a little and grinning at Ryuuji from his spot. Ryuuji smiled at him for a moment longer and turned his gaze back to Yukio.

“Yeah, we got no idea. He looks about the same age as Asuka.”

“Wh—”

“Juuzou’s baby.” Renzou offered. Instead of helping in any way, he was recording Rin. Yukio was probably going to have to kill him this time. He’d been far too patient during the dog debacle.

“How old is she?”

“A year.”

Yukio looked down at Rin in horror. One year old? He was going to have to baby proof the dorm.

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The first immediate problem was diapers.

Renzou, thankfully, knew how to fold up a fabric diaper which would hold them off while Konekomaru and Izumo rushed to the store to buy real diapers. Yukio set to baby proofing the dorm as quickly as he could only to hear Shiemi, and Renzou screeching for him a minute later while Ryuuji yelped in pain.

“What?” He hurried into the room to see the old couch on fire, Ryuuji’s nose bleeding, and Rin tangled up in a mess of vines he was rapidly burning and ripping apart. The toddler was cry-screaming up a storm and pounding his tiny fist against the massive vines as huge tears streamed down his cheeks.

“What happened?!”

Ryuuji, shoving a tissue at his own nose, hurried towards Rin. “He didn’t want the diaper.”

“He swung at Bon!” Renzou squeaked. He’d pulled his k’rik out.

“Put that away!” Yukio rushed across the room as Ryuuji reached Rin. His twin stopped prying at the vines long enough to reach for Ryuuji and sob like his heart was breaking.

“I’m okay, buddy. Just a scratch.”

It was not just a scratch. He was bleeding a lot. He was going to need to get an ice pack for that. Of course his toddler twin still had super strength. That was evident from the way he’d torn through the vines Shiemi had summoned.

Ryuuji got his hands around Rin’s wrists and stopped them from swinging through the air. He smiled, making his eyes squint a little with the size of it — Yukio didn’t think he’d ever seen Ryuuji smile quite that widely — and shrank down a little so he was closer to Rin’s height.

“Hey,” he said in a cheerful tone, “don’t cry. We’re gonna take care of it.”

“What happened?” Yukio asked again, because ‘he didn’t want the diaper’ hadn’t actually explained anything.

Renzou motioned towards the mess of vines as Ryuuji carefully pulled Rin free. His toddler-twin was giggling now. The k’rik was still out, and had Renzou planned on summoning Yamantaka? Surely not.

“I tried to get the diaper on him and he took a swing at me! Bon intercepted and Rin got flamey. He caught the couch on fire and hit Bon. Shiemi had too—”

Yukio’s phone started to vibrate. He raised a finger to silence Renzou’s indignant explanation and answered it.

“Hello—”

“What are we supposed to do about Rin’s tail?” Izumo asked before he could finish his greeting.

Tail.

Yukio’s eyes darted to Rin who Ryuuji had sat on the table. He was bouncing happily with one hand wrapped around Ryuuji’s index finger, and didn’t seem to notice that he’d wrecked the couch or that Ryuuji’s nose was still dripping blood. Shiemi had Nee growing little flowers that were tickling Rin’s nose and making him giggle. His tail was wagging with each giggle.

“Um,” Yukio blinked as his brain tried to work through the situation and question. How would a diaper work with the tail very much in the way?

“And they gotta be okay if they catch fire, right? No chemicals or plastic.”

“Uh…”

What had Shirou used? He knew his father had dealt with the diapers because he remembered hearing Shirou commiserate with a new father at the monastery about the woes of dirty diapers.

“Oh, great idea, Koneko! Thanks, Yukio. We got it. Let us know if we need to get anything else.”

“Don’t forget the baby powder and wipes.”

“Bath stuff too,” Ryuuji called. He shifted away from Rin, his finger still firmly trapped by Rin’s tiny fist, and changed the tissue in his nose out for a fresh one with a wince.

Rin leaned forward and ate one of the purple flowers Shiemi had grown.

“No!” Yukio yelped, scrambling over to the table.

“You know what,” Renzou’s k’rik clinked as he disassembled it. “I’m gonna take over the baby proofing duty. I can text them the list too. We gotta get those plug things.”

Renzou left as Shiemi and Yukio pulled Nee back out of Rin’s mouth and Ryuuji pried Rin’s tail loose from Yukio’s arm.

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Konekomaru's brilliant idea was cutting a line in each diaper and using tape and safety pins to wrap that around Rin's tail. It fit snuggly and gave Rin full mobility with his tail.

Unfortunately, Rin still absolutely despised his diapers. It took at least three of them to pin Rin down long enough to get the diapers on, and he couldn't even feel bad for his twin's future embarrassment about this process because getting a diaper on the demonically strong toddler was a feat. Yukio was too tired for sympathy.

Rin kicked and screamed. He rolled around like a wiggle worm and punched. He'd wail and light on flames. Singing would calm him down for a moment, but Ryuuji and Konekomaru were the only ones comfortable with singing. Dangling something shiny in front of him would also work for a few moments, but they had to be extra careful Rin didn't grab it.

After the first diaper change, Yukio no longer bothered putting Rin in any sort of pants. the shirt was more than enough. It was warm enough that Rin would be fine, and it just wasn't worth the trouble.

They all got nicknames, because Rin couldn't manage their full names. Most were intuitive, like Ryry and Yuyu. Konekomaru became Nee (much to Nee's confusion), Shiemi became Meme, Izumo became Momo, Renzou was pi (which they imagined was supposed to be pink). Shura was Baba, and they had no idea why.

Rin had a demonically strong grip, and everyone was struggling with it. Izumo was the first to be attacked by it, and her screech had Yukio rushing in to find Rin practically climbing up her long pigtails. She was attempting to pry them loose to no avail.

She wore her hair up in a bun after that.

Glasses were no safer than hair. Yukio had several pairs snatched off his nose, and he could not get Rin’s messy fingerprints off the lenses. He melted a pair of Konekomaru’s in his fiery grip, and he got a special glee in knocking them off noses.

For Ryuuji it was earrings. Yukio was impressed at just how quickly Ryuuji could get them all off when Rin’s devious hands were snagging them. Shiemi ran into the hair problem as well, which left Shura and Renzou as the ones most able to hold Rin without being in grabbing danger.

Aside from grabbing hair, clothes, earrings, and glasses, Rin also grabbed absolutely anything that wasn’t bolted down and attempted to shove it in his mouth. He seemed to feel that the only way to explore the now changed world was through his mouth, and damn if he wasn’t determined to explore it all.

“What’s that?” Yukio demanded as he came in the room and saw Rin mouthing something that was silver.

“My True Cross pendant,” Shura answered without looking up from her report. Rin was perched on her hip and seemed content gumming at the long end.

“Isn’t… isn’t that dangerous?”

“Nah. It’s steel, so it’s not like his gums’ll snap them. He hasn’t got his teeth yet either. Just a couple of nubs. It's not got any holy power either, so it can't poison him."

Rin dropped the pendant and reached out for Yukio. He had tests to grade and lessons to plot out, but Rin’s lip was sticking out and his eyes were welling with tears, so Yukio accepted him from Shura’s arms. Rin immediately caught his glasses and flung them through the air victoriously.

Yukio sighed and pat Rin’s back. He’d just have to make do without his glasses for a little bit.

[bcdwhcre]

Could you Maybe write a headcanon about Levi and erwin taking in the reader after her parents died where she is living with all the scouts/cadet corps and just Like them being her two fake overprotective dads? (You Can add a Lil erenxreader if u want)

If you dont wanna write this thats totally fine, ily <3

“Father Figure,” Erwin x Levi Headcanon

I actually really like this ideaaaa, I can imagine Levi and Erwin being over protective dads.

Summary: headcanon of Erwin and Levi as overprotective dads after they take baby you in after your parents die.

Warnings: noneee, just fluffy dads

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Levi:

When Levi found you in the streets, skinny, on the brink of death and crying after witnessing your parents die from starvation, it had gave him horrible flashbacks from when he was in that same position.

He didn’t hesitate to take you in and raise you as his own, you even got comfortable enough to call him dad but they were times when you would switch between dad and Levi which he didn’t mind.

Once you became of age, you had tried to convince Levi to let you join the scouts but he continuously said no which made you bicker with him.

You definitely got your stubbornness from him 100%. The small arguments between you two were entertaining like two children fighting over the last slice of pizza until he would get irritated and made you clean.

When the new set of cadets came in, it wasn’t long that you became close friends with Eren, Armin and the rest of them since you were around their age but Levi had always tried his best to keep you separated from the cadets, it only made your dream to become a scout increase.

“When are you going to let me join the scouts, dad?” You brought the topic up once again, he was sure this was the millionth time this month you had brought it up but he was obviously being dramatic

“I’m not letting you join, Y/N. That will always be my final answer.” The annoyance in his tone was obvious and he had stared over at you, making you let out a groan.

“Why are you so afraid of me joining? I learned from the best and you’re keeping me trapped in here like a dog!” You certainly pushed his buttons even to the point where he would ask himself why he picked you up and took you in but of course he never regretted that decision, he loved you like his own.

“I’m not letting you go out there and risk your life under my watch, Y/N.”

“As if you don’t leave me here to risk your life and leave me wondering if I’ll become an orphan again.”

Levi grew quiet, he knew you were right but he never really went deep into thought about it and he couldn’t help but feel guilty once he saw it from your point of view.

“I doubt I’ll be dying anytime soon, too good at my job.” He said with a snarky attitude, his eyes moving back down to the papers in front of him.

“Doesn’t matter, you shouldn’t be hypocrite. I want to join the scouts.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“I said no.” Levi shot you a hard glare, making you close your mouth and breathe in through your nose.

“I don’t want to talk about it anymore, get out of here and go do your chores.” He simply said, using his hand to gesture you off and that had made you upset, mumbling words he couldn’t make out while you stepped towards the office door.

“Hey,” He spoke up again, making you turn around and you had gotten scared that he heard your mumbles and was probably going to add more chores to your list.

“I love you, alright? I’ll think about it.” Levi had a huge soft spot for you, his heart weighed heavily to even think about his own child joining the scouts. He wanted you to be somewhat normal and live a normal life.

“Really? You’re serious?”

“I might be but I can’t promise that I would agree to it, Y/N.” He said in a grumpy tone, a groan leaving his lips when you ran over to hug onto him.

“Thank you, dad.”

You certainly kept Levi on his toes and always gave him headaches to the point where he would miss the times you were young, adorable, didnt argue back, cuddling into him as you slept instead being a pain in the ass teenager but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Erwin:

Erwin had somehow ended up at the scene. After wall Maria had fallen, they went through to try and find any survivors and that’s when his laid upon you. You were in your crib, quiet and completely unharmed.

Both of your parents were nowhere in sight and he had feared that they’ve been eaten by the Titans. He didn’t want to take you in, he had tried to fight the urge to have his emotions connected to his job but once he lifted you up in his arms, your big eyes instantly melted his heart.

After that, you grew up under his roof and under his supervision. It had taken him years for him to be comfortable enough to tell you that he wasn’t your real father and that your real parents had died, you were around 16 when he first sat you down and told you.

But that didn’t change the love you had for your father, you were very close with him and he made sure to be the best he could be, better than his dad at least.

Since you had lived with Erwin, you were always around the scouts and the cadets, you even had a small crush on Jean and once your father found out, he definitely started playing the overbearing dad to the point where he would watch you closely and even told the scouts to not entertain you.

That really didn’t stop you nor Jean from being friends and even flirting here and there but Jean would get scared every time Erwin would give you that deadly look.

After that, he tried to keep you away from the cadets/scouts and gave you more chores and stuff to do like go into town to shop, to do things where it would be far from the cadets and he would even force you to eat in his office with him instead with the others, it had gotten on your nerves but you were smart enough to not talk back and defy him in anyway, Erwin can definitely be harsh with punishments and treat you like a cadet.

But Erwin also was too soft when it came to you, he wouldn’t do anything to hurt you or make you hate him because you grew up to be a well grounded person, you grew up around the sweetest and smartest guy from the scouts and you learned hell of a lot from him.

“I seen you with Jean today.” Erwin spoke as he ate his food and you tried to avoid the topic, acting as if you were just asking him questions.

“I was just asking him where the cleaning supplies were, he had them last.” You cleared your throat, the little lie he can easily see right through.

“You don’t have to lie to me, I raised you better than that, Y/N.” He raised his eyebrow, giving you another chance to tell the truth.

“Sorry, dad.” You mumbled, picking at the food on your plate to keep yourself distracted from not making eye contact with him.

“Look, I hate to be the bad guy here. I didn’t want you to be so involved with the scouts like this but I guess it was unavoidable when we live here. I just don’t want you to involve emotions when it’s not promised that he’ll make it back alive every mission.” Erwin had to be nice, only for your sake but deep down he wish he could lock you away from all the cadets.

“You’re acting as if I’m about to marry him.” You snort out a laugh, looking up at him and he chuckled.

“Certainly not, that would be over my dead body before I allow that to happen.” He admitted, making you furrow your eyebrows.

“You’re so dramatic. I’m not dating Jean.” You rolled your eyes, he was always dramatic you thought. He always watched over you like a hawk and you never really understood why when you were perfectly safe living inside the base.

But deep down Erwin always feared that he would end up losing you. Even though he always told himself, no emotions or personal feelings when it came to joining the scouts and becoming commander but now his life revolved around you, making sure you were safe, healthy and happy above all but what he also feared the most is that he won’t make it home one day to you and that’s why he’s always so loving and over protective.

That’s why he constantly wants to spend time with his only child, he didn’t want you to feel how he felt when his father disappeared. So when it came to you hanging out Jean a little too much, the father instinct kicked in and he tried to get between, afraid of losing you to not only Titans but to another man.

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I hopeeeeee this turned out good for you🥺🤧 feel free to send in more requests.

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• AOT Masterlist •

[the-ethereal-serpent]

🧚🏻‍♀️Protection From The Fae🧚🏻‍♀️

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Iron

Iron in any form or shape has always been considered the very best protection against fae – in almost all legends, the metal is like kryptonite to Superman. If you kept an iron nail in your pocket, you couldn’t be carried away by them. Sometimes iron nails were sewn into the hems of children’s clothing for that reason. A pair of iron shears hung on the wall near a baby’s bed was said to prevent the child from being swapped for an ugly fae baby.

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Steel

Steel is also effective against the faeries because it is created from processed iron. If a faery is cut by a steel or iron blade, the wound will not heal or will take a very long time. In some stories, the Fae is slowly poisoned by such a wound. Steel or iron weapons are among the few things that can actually kill a Fae being.

However, unless it was plainly self-defense (and sometimes even that wouldn’t help your case), you could expect the rest of the faeries to exact a terrible retribution!

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Horseshoes

You can put one above the main entrance of your house and it will help protect the entire home. For added protection, put iron near any opening a person could go through. If you have large windows, you may want to place some nails near it to make a barrier. You can do the same with your dog’s house to keep the fairies out.

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Bells & Chimes

Bells were also said to have frightened off evil faeries in Medieval Ireland and elsewhere in Europe. Specifically the big, deep-sounding Church bells that would ring to draw the people to Church. So this theory can be applied to your home by hanging deep-toned chimes on your front or back porch or by using deep sounding bells during magickal ritual.

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Food

Traditionally, bread and salt provided protection from the Fae. Carrying yeast-risen bread with you had a two-fold effect. It would repel some faeries. Other faeries would accept it as an offering and leave you alone.

My gramma taught me a Welsh tradition of leaving a saucer of milk and a slice of bread or some bread crusts on the back porch as an offering to the faeries, so they wouldn’t play pranks on the family or trouble the livestock. Sometimes, if you were seeking the faeries’ aid, you might add berries, honey, or cheese.

Even humble oatmeal was believed to be a fairy repellent. You could carry a handful of dry oatmeal in your pocket or sprinkle it on your clothes. As long as you didn’t mind looking flaky, you’d be safe.

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Salt

Salt’s association with purity made it an excellent tool against otherworldly beings. Spreading salt across the threshold and along the windowsills has long been the primary method of keeping faeries, demons, and spirits out of houses. If you had to carry food to the farmhands in the fields, sprinkling it with salt was said to keep the faeries from taking it – or from extracting the nourishment from it unseen!

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Offerings

Leave a pail of fresh milk, butter, or cream outside of your front door on the eight holy days to appease the fae and keep them from wreaking havoc on garden and home. Leaving faery offerings and libations dates back hundreds of years, and if you have any Celtic ancestors, you probably have ancestors who partook in this tradition. Some people in Europe still do! This is a preventative method of protection from trickster and evil fairies. Make them happy at the back door so they don’t intrude.

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Plants

Historically, garlands were often made of marsh marigolds and hung over the barn doors to protect the horses from being ridden to exhaustion by faeries in the night. Flowers, especially primroses, were spread over windowsills and hung above the door-posts of the house for safety. Your best bet, however, was a plant called St. John’s Wort. Wearing it was said to provide strong protection from fairy magic and mischief.

Fairies could vanish at will and remain invisible to mortal eyes for as long as they pleased. Carrying a four-leafed clover would allow you to see the faeries – but only once. A Celtic tradition was to sew several of the clovers into a tiny bag to be worn around the neck. You could then discern the faeries once for each clover in the bag. In some legends, the clover was said to allow you to see through fairy glamors and magical disguises.

Red berries were believed to keep fae at bay, especially if they were from rowan trees, mountain ash or holly. So did red verbena (a flower). Daisies were often tucked into children’s pockets or woven into fanciful chains to wear around their necks to prevent them from being taken away by the fae. And if you were walking through the woods, it was best to carry a walking stick or staff made of ash or rowan wood.

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Protection Charm

At this season, the Winter Court is in rule and you will want to look out for malicious, harmful beings in your interactions with the fae. You can make yourself a protection charm using:

St. John’s Wort

Sea Salt

Lemon Zest

Rosemary

Eggshells

An Iron Nail

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Ancestral & Deity Protection

One of the MOST effective forms of protection against evil faeries (and other spirits in general) is to invite your ancestors and gods into your home. Once your guides and guardians take up residence in your home, they do most of the work of keeping out negative forces like evil fairies and the like. In fact, my ancestors are SO good at protection, I have to ask their permission to allow any other spirits inside the home!

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Faery Box

Decorate a small box by painting it and gluing on glitter or plastic gems. Inside place leaves, pinecones, crystals, and plants. Add a piece of felt or fleece in the centre as a soft bed you can add essential oil to. Draw a sigil on it that will protect you from harmful fae. At night, light a fake candle by the box, and leave out some food.

Make sure to protect yourself from negative influence. Then invite those of good intention to see the place you’ve prepared for them to rest in, and stay with you through the night if they wish to. Leave the candle on, as long as it’s a fake one, and then go to bed.

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The Circle Of Light

Another effective yet simple technique of faery protection consists of using one’s mind and energy. If you are used to using visualization in your meditations, rituals, and spells, this method of fae protection should be familiar to you. It’s what I like to call the Circle of Light.

You can do this visualization exercise any time of the day, any day of the week and as often as you’d like. For me particularly, I do it every night as I’m lying in bed and before I go to sleep to continue to build the circle’s strength around my home

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Running Water

Fae folk are unable to cross streams and rivers, so in any pursuit leaping from bank to bank will be a sure escape for the hunted human. Water courses running south are said to be especially efficacious.

Oddly, nevertheless, fae seem to have no objection to still water. They actively seek it out for washing themselves and they are from time to time associated with wells. For example John Rhys in Celtic folklore (1901, p.147 & chapter 6) notes the existence of several ‘faery wells’ in Wales which demanded attention from local people, in the absence of which they would overflow or flood.

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Hag Stones

According to John Aubrey, if a person could locate stones through which natural erosion had created a hole, they could protect their horses from night-riding by fae by hanging the stones over each horse’s manger in the stables- or by tying the stone to the stable key. The fairies would not then be able to pass underneath.

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Sources : http://aminoapps.com/p/4sn2it

[young-dumb-and-vaccinated]

The Cult Girl (Hannibal x Female!Reader) pt. 7

Sorry this took so long y'all. This chapter was difficult to write. Hannibal invites Theresa for dinner and y/n finally confronts her.

Trigger warning: mentions of suicide, child sex abuse; graphic descriptions of violence; confronting an abuser; body-shaming

The stitches in your cut hadn't even dissolved before Theresa intruded on your life again. Before you stormed out, Hannibal did in fact invite her to dinner. Polite society would rule the invitation null and void after that confrontation, but Theresa felt herself exempt from the laws of politeness. Like Evangelicals or craisins, Theresa loved to insert herself where she was clearly not wanted.

Of course, you were peeved at Hannibal for upholding the invitation when she called. But you could tell he had something planned. He was intrigued by her audacity and wanted to see how far it would take her. You couldn't begrudge him professional curiosity, as you too wondered what the fuck her problem was.

In truth, you saw what he did to your grandma, and you wanted to see him do it to Theresa. You wanted her subject to the same psychological torment that she put you through. And that, you realized, was why he honored that invitation. He wanted to vindicate you. And that was the sexiest damn thing you could possibly imagine.

Theresa showed up alone. That was her first mistake.

"Thank you for having me, Dr. Lecter." Theresa greeted, shedding her long coat and dropping it to the ground. "Will [F/N] be joining us?"

"[F/N] will most certainly be joining us." Hannibal said, his voice hardening. He noticed her coat in a pile on the floor and something in his head clicked.

"I hope I'm not overdressed." Theresa tossed her hair over her shoulders. 

She was. And you knew even before she showed up that she'd wear that green evening dress with the plunging neckline. It was the same one she wore to prom. She kept it as a memento all these years to memorialize the day she completely fucked you over. 

She was here to make history repeat itself. 

"Not all, Ms. [L/N]," Hannibal grinned, glancing at the staircase. "[F/N] is just touching up her makeup.”

“That sounds like [F/N].” Theresa laughed. “She always took the most time getting ready in the morning. And she was always the ugliest. It was quite sad, really.”  

Hannibal reminded himself what he had in store for Theresa before letting himself get angry. “If you could join me in the kitchen, I could use a little help with the appetizers.” 

Theresa took the bait and followed him through the threshold into the massive kitchen. 

“Could I trouble you for some psychological advice, Doctor Lecter?” She said, leaning against the island.

“That depends.” He answered, though the tone of his voice connoted a firm ‘no’. “Are you going to be honest with me?” 

Theresa mounted herself on top of the island and crossed her legs. “I’ve just been having quite a bit of trouble in my marriage.”

"Please get off my counter." Hannibal politely demanded. "I just sterilized it this morning."

“My husband just isn’t so excited by me anymore.” She pouted like a child. “He just doesn’t seem interested in... well, any of the things I have to offer him.” 

“Have you considered the possibility that you have nothing to offer?” You said. You approached them with purpose, the skirt of your purple dress fluttering behind you. Your favorite pair of strappy heels clacked against the tile and echoed through the room with every step. 

“[F/N] makes a valid point.” Hannibal agreed, taking you under his arm. “You’re an abusive narcissist, a serial adulterer, and you’re quite horrible at flirting. I certainly don’t understand what you could possibly have to offer.” 

“Nice to see you again, [F/N].” Theresa said, resigned to her defeat. “I didn’t want to say anything at the wedding, but you look like you’ve gained a few pounds.” 

You almost laughed. Growing up, Grandma had subjected you to every form of body-shaming known to man. Nothing Theresa could say would have any effect on you. 

“Really? Because I’ve never felt better in my life.” You smiled, knowing it to be true. “Hannibal is an amazing cook. You’d probably gain weight too if you were eating so well.” 

"Well, I have appearances to keep up." She refuted. "Gideon and I both have very busy schedules. Besides, he finds the kitchen more of a woman's domain."

"Unfortunate for you." Hannibal threw a dish towel over his shoulder and picked up a wine bottle by the neck. He kept his hands busy by pouring three glasses of wine. "That Gideon does not put in the time to keep you well-fed and fulfilled. Might I suggest not molesting children as a remedy?"

You snickered as he handed you a glass. You migrated to the dining table, where the trial was set to take place.

"Did you invite me here just to gang up on me?" Theresa leaned back in her chair. "Because if so, that's really mature."

"Of course not." You said, Hannibal pulling your chair out for you. You placed your napkin in your lap. "Well, maybe a little."

Theresa took a long sip of wine. "You're not going to get an apology if that's what you're after."

"Oh no." You shook your head. "I've stopped expecting basic human decency from you years ago."

"Good." Theresa huffed. "Since that's clearly what you want me to be, that's what I'll be."

"Don't give me that shit." You sighed. "I know what gaslighting is and you're not as good at it as you think."

"Y'know I never asked to be a parent figure to you and Anna." She crossed her arms.

"You may not have asked for it but you sure as hell enjoyed it." You countered, furrowing your brow. "Don't act like you weren't the dictator's right-hand man. You sucked up to grandma and always got preferential treatment."

"I was a kid." She shrugged. "You're really gonna blame me for the shit I did before my skull fully hardened?"

"Well, it exposes a way larger pattern of behavior." You explained. "You're a megalomaniac that wants power without responsibility. So you attach yourself to someone with power, probably another narcissist who's too self-involved to see what a leech you really are. It's what you did with grandma and it's what you're doing with Gideon."

Dressing Theresa down like that gave you a rush. It made you feel alive. But more importantly, it made her look small. It stripped her of her power.

"Well done, Sherlock." Theresa taunted. "But you're forgetting one thing. If I were a megalomaniac, why would I waste my time beating up on you? Some nobody with no power to speak of?"

"Because I'm a living reminder of your past." You narrowed your eyes. "I remind you that you can't just beat everyone into submission."

"Ladies," Hannibal interrupted, holding three bowls. He placed one in front of you, the savory broth enticing your nose. "This is pot-au-feu. It is a simple French stew made from beef, vegetables and potatoes. I added a marrow-bone for extra richness. It's the perfect combination of simplicity and substance."

You couldn't even wait for Hannibal to sit down. You'd been so hungry all day. Smelling the meat slowly braise over the course of the day was torturous. You went straight for the marrow, which was a recent favorite of yours.

Theresa picked the bone up between two fingers and dropped it onto the table, her face wrapped with disgust. "I think I'll pass. I'm not a dog."

"You are not." Hannibal said, spearing a piece of meat on his fork. "I find dogs much better company."

Theresa tented her fingers and glared at Hannibal. "So you're just going to let her rip into me? Aren't you supposed to be the professional here?"

"Don't discount [F/N]'s analysis just because she is a student." Hannibal glared back at her. "From what I know about you, she's dead on."

"Isn't this entire interaction a professional conflict of interest?" Theresa folded her arms. "I don't trust her to analyze me because she hates me."

Hannibal put his utensils down. Anger flashed across his face. "I don't think you quite understand what this interaction is. You are not owed an unbiased psychological profile, especially not from me. You are not my patient. You are [F/N]'s abuser."

Theresa narrowed her eyes and leaned over the table. "So if you understand that, why am I here?"

"You think very highly of your intelligence, Theresa." Hannibal glanced down at his dish. "Perhaps you can figure that one out yourself."

You coughed, narrowly avoiding choking on your food.

"Darling, please pace yourself." Hannibal instructed, though he seemed pleased with how enthusiastically you inhaled your meal. "You're going to make yourself sick if you eat too fast."

"I'm sorry." You said after taking a long sip of water. "I don't know why, I'm just so hungry today."

Hannibal dropped his eyebrows, looking worried. "Did you take your medicine this morning?"

"I think so." You nodded.

Theresa smiled and reached for her phone. The movement caught Hannibal's attention, and he could tell what she was up to right away.

"Theresa, it's very rude to text at the dinner table." He scolded, taking a sip of wine. "Surely, anything you're saying to your grandmother and Anna, you can say to us."

Theresa, too proud to back down, slipped her phone into her purse and met your eyes. "You're pregnant."

"Brilliant fucking deductive reasoning." You rolled your eyes. "A woman gains a little weight and has a healthy appetite? That's the only logical conclusion I would draw."

"Well, aren’t we defensive?" Theresa taunted. "Congratulations, by the way."

"Theresa, stop it." You gritted your teeth, trying not to convey how pissed you were.

"You're going to need to drop out of school to take care of the baby full time." Theresa sneered.

You knew exactly where she was taking this and you wanted more than anything to just disappear. You reached for the wine bottle and refilled your glass. "Shut up, Theresa. Shut the fuck up before you say something you'll regret."

Her face lit up from the satisfaction of finally making you angry. "And someday you'll blow your brains out just like your mother!"

This time, she would regret it. You chucked the empty wine bottle across the table. It hit her directly in the face with a deafening crunch before ricocheting off the table and shattering on the ground.

Theresa brought her finger to her nose, noticing the stream of blood trickling from her nostril. She stood up, stabilizing herself with the back of the chair.

"I didn't think you had it in you." She jabbed before collapsing to the ground.

You went silent, too afraid to look at Hannibal.

"For what it's worth, darling." Hannibal piped up. "I always knew that you did."

[bumblesimagines]

Green Thumb

Part 17

Request: Yes or No

For anyone curious and if I did my math correctly y/ns dad had him when he was 35. This one feels short and I hate ittt but I tried making it feel longer. The chunks are just thicc

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"So, why are we going to Belgium?" Natasha asked, setting the course. You looked at her, taking a seat beside her.

"Cause.. I have family there.. She might be family, I don't now." You answered, feeling the jet move forward before it took off into the sky.

"Family? Like, blood related? Who?" Natasha asked, glancing at you. You licked your lips, staring forward.

"My aunt." Natasha's brows raised, looking over at you. You sighed, nodding.

"What if she turns me away?" You asked softly.

"Well.. You're probably her only remaining family. I wouldn't want to turn away a family member." Natasha licked her lips, looking forward at the passing clouds.

"What do I even say? Hey, I'm (Y/N) and I have superpowers?"

"Well, you can introduce yourself and ask about her brother." Natasha gave a small smile. You nodded.

"How's Clint?" Natasha asked, rested her head on her fist. Her hair was long and her natural red locks were returning. It made her hair look a little weird but she was going through a lot of things.

"Who fucking knows." You frowned, arms crossing. Clint had fucked off to god knows where, leaving you to deal with your grief alone. Natashas' brows furrowed.

"Clint has decided not to return home in what feels like weeks. Maybe even months, I haven't been paying attention." You shrugged lightly. Natasha frowned, leaning back in the seat. Definitely didn't sound like Clint but grief could make people do crazy things.

"I've been trying to keep up with the house but I'm just one guy handling everything Clint decided to build and add on." You licked your lips, shaking your head and letting out a heavy sigh.

"I'm sorry." Natasha said softly, giving your arm a squeeze. "I'll talk to him if you want."

"Let him do whatever the hell he wants to do. He's a grown man." You replied, feeling bitter and resentful. Natasha silently nodded. The rest of the ride was silent until the jet reached Belgium.

"We're here." You stepped out of the jet, feeling a small breeze go by. You felt your stomach doing flips, heartbeat quickening. You took in a deep breath, glancing at Natasha. She placed a gentle hand on your back, offering a small smile.

"Are you sure you don't want me to get in touch with Clint?" She asked, head tilting. You shook your head.

"It could make things more complicated." You said, looking around. The house across the street matched with the address Tony had given you. It was more on the outskirts of town, surrounded by trees. You could hear some horses behind the house. You took in a deep breath, trying to ease your nerves as you walked towards the house, crossing the road. Natasha followed, studying the area.

"Seems like gardening might run in the family." Natasha said, motioning to the flower garden.

"Yeah.." You chuckled softly. You stepped onto the porch, noticing some plotted flowers on the windowsill. You raised your hand, pressing the doorbell. You waited a few minutes about to press it again before the door opened. A scowl appeared on Florines' face. She was shorter than you had imagined. Her hair was a bit messy and tied back into a low ponytail.

"Wat wil je?" She asked, gaze flickering over to Natasha. You swallowed, fiddling with your fingers.

"Are you Florine De Meyers?" You asked, watching her narrow her eyes.

"Who's asking?"

"(Y/N).. I think I might be the son of your brother." You said quietly. Florine stared at you, lips parting. Her features softened for a second before the frown returned. She opened the door wider, letting you and Natasha inside. The inside of the house smelled like black tea, earthy and floral. It felt straight out of a country movie.

"I've got some tea and speculoos." Florine called as she entered the kitchen. You looked at the pictures she had up. Most were pictures of horses or her at events with friends. You didn't see any pictures that seemed family related. You took a seat on the floral patterned couch, gazing dropping onto the unbothered elderly sheepdog. It made no attempt to move and simply rolled onto its side to face away from you.

"That's Gerdie. Old girl used to be a good guard dog but now she's more of a house cat." Florine said, sitting down and placing a tray on the coffee table. Natasha reached forward, taking one of the biscuits. Florine reached under the table, looking through the books she had before pulling out what looked like a photo book.

"The reason I didn't slam the door in your face is because Michael had told me he was gonna have a kid named (Y/N)." Florine said, hand wiping away the dust in the book. She scooted forward, placing the book on the table.

"Michael?" You repeated, looking at her. She nodded, opening the book. She flipped to the second page, pointing to a picture of a young boy by a fireplace opening presents.

"Michael, my half brother and your father." Your brows raised, leaning in to take a better look. The photo was old but you could see his face clearly. Natasha leaned in as well, smiling gently.

"You have his smile." She pointed out.

"Michael and his father moved here from America when he was about five. He met my mother and they got married. They had me when Michael was nine. He was a good brother. He held no resentment towards me or my mom. Michael was as stubborn as a mule and he could never keep his mouth shut. He'd let you know if he didn't agree with you." Florine chuckled, shaking her head. You watched the nostalgic look pass over her eyes.

"What happened to him?" You asked softly. Florine let out a heavy sigh, leaning back in her chair. She reached down, giving Gerdie some pats on the head.

"He disappeared for some time." She answered, gaze becoming distant.

"He wrote letters occasionally. Said he was working for a government in another country.. He might've been some sort of spy, my memory's a little fuzzy on the subject. He spent a long time working but.. He came back eventually. He never talked about it but he was good ole Michael." Florine leaned forward again, flipping to another page of a more grown up Michael. You did notice some similar features between him and you.

"By then, our father had passed from cancer and my mother needed all the help she could get. Michael built this house with some friends of his and gave it to my mother. Oh, my mother was so happy. She got the farm she had always wanted and got to garden whenever she could." Florine pointed to a a couple in the photobook.

"This is your grandmother, Sylvie. You would've loved her. She made the best cakes in town. This is your grandfather, Jonathan. He was always up to no good. He loved pulled helping the kids in town with pranks." Florine spoke of them fondly. Her childhood seemed to have been good with Jonathon and Sylvie.

"You have powers, right?" Florine asked, looking at you. You nodded, reaching out to the plant on the coffee table and watching it grow taller.

"She passed on her powers to you." Florine leaned back, clearing her throat. You glanced at Natasha, noticing her eating another biscuit.

"She? Who's she?" You asked, looking back at Florine.

"Your witch of a mother." She answered bitterly. You raised your brows at the hate and disgust in her tone.

"I shouldn't speak ill of her. Even if she deserves it." Florine muttered, standing up with a heavy sigh.

"C'mon." She motioned for you to follow. You turned towards Natasha. Natasha picked up another biscuit, making eye contact with you. You raised your brows.

"What? These are delicious!" Natasha huffed. You chuckled, standing up and following her out the backdoor. You noticed the stables with the horses walking around their fenced area. Florine had a vegetable garden and a greenhouse out back as well.

"Those pretty babies are Ernie, Kuma, and Goldie." Florine said, motioning to the horses. They approached the fence when she walked over to them. You smiled softly as she petted them, cooing in Dutch.

"They won't bite. Well, Ernie might but he's just a playful old man." Florine chuckled, turning back in the original direction. You followed her down a dirt path and into a wooded area. You blinked, seeing what looked like a moss covered statue of a woman. Her eyes were closed though her head was pointed downwards, looking at anyone who walked down the path.

"She was a charming little witch, I'll give her that." Florine crossed her arms, staring up at the statue. You tilted your head, licking your lips.

"Did he make this for her?" You asked, turning to look at her. Florine shook her head, looking down at the ground.

"Gaia, or better known as Mother Nature, is your mother. She took a human form in an attempt to convince humans to cherish what she had given them. When that proved useless, she spread plagues as punishment. What Gaia truly wanted.. Was a child. Animals, humans, and all those things were creations.. Projects she could ignore if she got bored. She met your father and he fell for her." Florine told you, another breeze blowing by. You reached your hand forward, gently touching a flower that rested by the statue. It felt full of life.

"Your mother fell pregnant with you and Michael was thrilled. Gaia had started realizing that human life wasn't for her. She was slowly becoming human herself. She disappeared with Michael and returned without him or you. She explained she couldn't stay and left her human body here."

"She abandonded me for no reason?" You stared up at the statue, features hardening.

"In some sense, she didn't. She's all around us so.. Your mother never truly left you." Florine said, turning to look at you. You scoffed.

"I have a mother. Her name is Laura Barton and she's not here anymore because of Thanos." You looked at Florine, blinking away tears.

"I don't blame you for being angry. I never found out where she took you or if you were even alive. If you want to keep in touch, I don't mind. Lord knows I could use the company." Florine looked forward again. You let out a soft sigh, shoulders slumping.

"And.. And dad? What happened to him?" You asked hesitantly, almost afraid of finding out he had done the same as Gaia. Florine stayed silent for a moment.

"He.. They never told me how it happened but.. He was murdered." Florine revealed, staring at the ground with a small frown. You stared at him, brows furrowing.

"What? By- By who?"

"You might've heard of him. People around town were talking about him a two or three years back. The infamous Winter Soldier."

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