#asking us if we truly LOVED and He'll know what's truly in our hearts

[ynhart]

I keep thinking about an homily from Easter 2 years ago... the priest made a very interesting comparison to show the importance of the Resurrection.

Reincarnation: when we die we get reincarnated into a superior species or an inferior species depending on our own merits.

Vs.

Resurrection: when we die we go to heaven (or hell) by our own merits AND by God's merit

....which is a such an inmense gift. Because it means that even if we fall, suffer and make mistakes, there's always HOPE. He will be there to forgive us if we ask for forgiveness and He will carry our cross and give us His strength if we ask for it. Through the sacraments, through prayer... That's what hope and faith is and it's a gift... And we should aknowledge it, be thankful and reflect it in our lives...

[edenesth]

The Way to His Heart [14]

Pairing: general!Seonghwa x wife!reader

AU: arranged marriage au (Joseon era)

Word Count: 3.8k

Summary: Life has been hell ever since your mother's passing many years ago. Despite being from a prominent family, you've never received the privileges associated with it. It only got worse with the arrival of your stepmother and her daughters. When the intimidating General Park was in search of a wife, your father seized the opportunity to dispose of you, simultaneously securing a connection with the powerful general—killing two birds with one stone.

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"J-Jinjoo? Is that you?"

Your breath caught in your throat as you observed the scars scattered across her body, wounds that hadn't been there the last time you saw her. The severity of her punishment was evident, and judging by the marks, it seemed unlikely they would fade anytime soon, if ever.

The younger girl smirked bitterly, "Are you happy now? All five of us have been beaten nearly to death, left with scars that will likely never fully heal in this lifetime. Mother will serve until the day she dies, and the three of us will pay for a good chunk of our lives!"

As if anticipating your inquiry about the former minister, she shook her head and balled her fists, "Father has endured enough beatings and torture to render him almost paralysed, and guess what? He's been exiled to god knows where. If you want more details, perhaps you should ask your husband about it."

Your heart sank at the mention of Seonghwa, "Wh-what do you mean? Your punishments were determined by His Majesty. Why would my husband be involved—"

She scoffed incredulously, "Did you truly forget who General Park really is? He sat back and enjoyed the show while we suffered, allowing the torture to happen. That absolute monster—he did this to us; he ruined our lives forever. I mean, sure, we weren't great to you either, but look at you now, Lady Park. It's all thanks to us that you're who you are today."

Noting your silence, she continued with a sly edge, "Though I wouldn't celebrate too soon if I were you. Who's to say when he'll show his true colours once he's grown tired of you?"

Before you could respond, Hongjoong appeared at your side, his tone laced with disbelief, "Worry about yourself first, peasant. Oh, the audacity of this young lady. Do you even realise who you're addressing? How dare you try to twist this around and play the victim? You and your family got what you deserved. Count yourself lucky that you're still alive and well, hm?"

The dressmaker turned to signal the factory owner and the elderly man immediately rushed over anxiously, "S-sir, what brings you to this part of the factory? P-please, allow me to escort you out."

Halting the man, Hongjoong gestured towards your stepsister, "This one right here was being disrespectful to Lady Park. Would you mind teaching her a good lesson for me? Otherwise, I may have to reconsider our choice of fabric supplier."

Suddenly realising her mistake, Jinjoo trembled like a leaf under the owner's stern gaze. He bowed repeatedly at you and your friend, "O-of course, sir! Rest assured, I'll ensure she never forgets her manners again. You have my word!"

As Hongjoong guided you out of the store, you remained silent, your thoughts swirling from the disturbing revelation that the general had been involved in the punishments of your family.

Walking alongside the dressmaker, the weight of the revelation bore down on you like a suffocating blanket. The image of Seonghwa, once your loving husband, now tainted with the sinister aura of someone who could watch others suffer without flinching, haunted your thoughts. Sure, you were there to witness him extracting the confession from your father, but you never fathomed that he would actually be involved in the subsequent punishment.

Your stepsister's words echoed in your mind, stirring up a cocktail of dread and uncertainty. Could it be true? Have you really forgotten the true nature of General Park? The man you had once trusted implicitly now appeared in a new, unsettling light. The realisation sent shivers down your spine as you contemplated the implications.

Fear gnawed at your insides as you entertained the chilling possibility that if he could inflict such cruelty upon your family, what would stop him from doing the same to you if ever he grew displeased? The thought sent a chill down your spine, leaving you questioning everything you once believed about the man you loved.

Throughout the remainder of the day, you remained unusually quiet, your thoughts clearly elsewhere. Hongjoong opted not to pry, deciding to wait until you were back within the safety of your home before broaching the subject. Despite his efforts to lighten the mood and draw a smile from you, it seemed futile. He was acutely aware of the impact Jinjoo's words must have had on you, especially given your delicate emotional state. After enduring years of mistreatment, he could see how trusting others fully must be an immense challenge.

Later that evening as you sat down for dinner together, he finally broke the silence, setting down his chopsticks with a sigh, "What's on your mind, Lady Park? You know you can talk to me, right?"

You paused at his question, pondering whether to confide in him about your inner turmoil. How would he respond? Would he be disappointed in you? After all, the general was his close friend. It seemed likely he would take Seonghwa's side and defend him. Though your husband hadn't given you any reason to doubt his affection thus far, his decision to hide this information from you must carry some significance.

"It's nothing, Hongjoong. Maybe I'm just feeling a bit weary after our day out," You mumbled, resuming your meal and hurriedly stuffing more food into your mouth to avoid conversation. He frowned at your behaviour and gently intervened, placing a hand on yours, "Hey, hey, slow down. The food isn't going anywhere; it's all yours."

With his arms crossed over his chest, he shook his head disapprovingly, "Who are you trying to fool with that lie? You might be able to deceive anyone, even your dumb husband, but not me. You were perfectly fine until you ran into your... into her."

You froze, caught red-handed in your attempt to deflect. You should have known better than to think you could fool Hongjoong with such a feeble excuse. Instead of scolding you, he softened, uncrossing his arms and leaning in, his eyes full of understanding.

"Listen, I'm sorry I wasn't there by your side to defend you earlier. I should have prevented all of that from happening today; it's entirely my fault. When I heard what she said to you, I knew it would affect you. And now, seeing you like this, I can tell I was right. Don't you dare believe any of her ridiculous words, you hear me?"

Setting down your chopsticks shakily, you turned to face him, despair etched clearly on your features, "But Hongjoong, what if there's truth in what she was saying? Wh-what if he eventually grows tired of me? Will I end up suffering like all of them too?"

The dressmaker didn't have the heart to berate you, understanding your doubts despite the internal frustration he felt at your stepsister for undoing all the trust you had in Seonghwa with just a few words.

He released a deep breath and offered a smile, "Have you forgotten everything I've told you about how he's different when it comes to you? He would never do anything to hurt you; I can vouch for him. As ruthless as General Park can be, he reserves that side only for those who deserve it. Your family deserves every bit of the punishment they received for the harm they caused you. You shouldn't feel any guilt for them, you know?"

Hongjoong leaned in closer, his tone softening, "Trust me, she's just jealous of you. It's obvious she's envious of the life you have now, and she's intentionally trying to stir up trouble between you and your husband. Don't let her get to you. You and Seonghwa have something special, something she'll never understand."

As his words sank in, you felt a slight sense of relief wash over you. It did make sense that Jinjoo would resort to such tactics out of jealousy. After all, her resentment towards you had always been evident. You felt ashamed for entertaining the possibility of your husband hurting you when he had only ever been good towards you.

However, the memory of the scars on your stepsister's body lingered in your mind, knowing the ones on your father and stepmother were even worse than what you've seen. While you recognised that your family deserved the consequences of their actions, the realisation that Seonghwa had played a part in their suffering made you feel sick to your stomach. Your emotions were in disarray; it was difficult to act nonchalant after learning the unsettling truth.

Despite the turmoil raging within you like a storm, you didn't want to add to your friend's concerns. Putting on a smile, you nodded, "You're right, Hongjoong. I must be silly to let her words affect me like this." You forced a light chuckle and went back to your meal, hoping to change the subject.

Though the dressmaker felt somewhat reassured that you acknowledged his advice, he sensed you were still troubled by what you had learned. He could only hope that with time, you would be able to move past Jinjoo's words. The last thing Seonghwa needed upon his return from war was to find his beloved wife fearful of him.

Damnit, I shouldn't have taken her there.

"General Park hasn't arrived yet, you say? Well, who would have thought he'd become such a loving husband? This Lady Park must be quite remarkable for him to—"

Rolling his eyes, the general heard the familiar deep voice gossiping about him from outside the main tent, where meetings would take place. With a loud clear of his throat, he pulled open the flap and entered, his presence immediately causing everyone in the room to straighten up, "I'm here now, Mingi. It would be great if you could cease your idle chatter and get to work at once."

"S-sir! It's been a while, you look good—"

"Save it, Officer Song."

Acknowledging the command with a salute, the taller man swiftly proceeded to the central table, laying out numerous documents detailing the strategies he had developed, "Yes sir, here are some of the plans I've drafted thus far."

Seonghwa nodded approvingly and approached him. As he listened to his colleague's explanations, a satisfied smirk graced his lips, affirming his keen judgement in promoting the right individual.

General Officer Song had risen to become one of the most esteemed military strategists in Joseon, all thanks to General Park's recommendation. Your husband was notoriously difficult to impress, but Mingi's exceptional talents caught his attention during a particularly challenging battle many years ago. Despite being a mere low-ranking soldier at the time, he devised a brilliant plan that ultimately turned the odds in their favour, leading to an epic victory.

"Ruhon is known to be rash in their decision-making; their impulsiveness is evident in their sudden attack plans," The taller man explained, his fingers tracing over strategic points on the map, "We can capitalise on this by striking where they least expect us. Through my research, I've identified blind spots that will catch them off guard. May I have authorisation to deploy troops to these locations, sir?"

The general nodded decisively, "I have faith in your judgement, Officer Song. You've never let me down in all our years together; I'm confident this time will be no exception."

"Thank you, sir."

Once all the necessary arrangements had been finalised and everyone had been briefed on their roles, the meeting came to an end. While the other officers and soldiers hurried off to relay the information discussed and carry out their assigned duties, Officer Song lingered behind, sharing a knowing look with the general.

Taking a seat beside the person he considered his friend and mentor, Mingi offered a genuine smile, "Congratulations on your recent marriage, hyung-nim."

Returning the smile, Seonghwa gave the taller man a pat on the back, "Thank you, Mingi-yah. I hope you've been well these past few years. Once this is all over, might I hear news of your own wedding?"

Blushing faintly, the strategist shook his head, "Unfortunately, I haven't found my one yet. But I am happy for you, general. Everyone in Joseon seems to know about your new wife and her difficult past. I'm just glad you found each other. I heard you were granted a few days with Lady Park before coming here. How is she holding up?"

The mention of his wife brought a pang of discomfort, evoking memories of your heartbreaking farewell. Throughout his journey to the war site, your husband couldn't shake the image of your tear-stained face, "She's... she's handling it better than I expected, or maybe that's just what she's showing me. When I told her about my departure, she didn't break down. Instead, she smiled at me with understanding and simply asked when I would be leaving."

"Huh, did she really?" Mingi mused, a hint of admiration in his tone, "I suppose now I understand why you're so smitten with her. It seems she's truly as delightful as the rumours claimed." Even from the snippets of what he had heard, the strategist could tell that Lady Park was indeed an extraordinary person, and he could see why Seonghwa held you in such high regard.

With a nod, the general's expression grew sombre, "Indeed, she truly is. But I won't lie and say I'm not worried about her," He admitted, "When she first arrived, I treated her poorly. I mistook her for just another spoiled brat, only to learn she's suffered a life far worse than mine. I'll never forgive myself for that. From that moment on, I vowed to give her nothing but the best. You know, I had plans for a grand wedding, a chance to make up for everything..."

Officer Song's face mirrored your husband's solemnity as realisation dawned, "Then this war happened..."

"Yeah, but that's not all," Seonghwa continued, his voice heavy with worry, "I just... God, what if I don't return to her? I've only just found her..."

Bowing his head, the general felt overwhelmed by his concerns. Mingi placed a comforting hand on his friend's shoulder, "Have you forgotten who you are? You're General Park of Joseon, the King's most trusted warrior. If anyone can make it out of this war unscathed, it would be you. Trust me, you will make it back to Lady Park. And you better invite me to that wedding of yours." The strategist said, his words laced with a touch of humour.

Despite the weight of his worries, your husband chuckled softly, nodding gratefully at the reassurance, "Of course, Mingi."

Before the two could continue their conversation, a soldier barged into the tent, panting heavily, "General Park! Some of Ruhon's troops have been spotted approaching. We need you out there!"

Alright, let's get this over with.

Meanwhile, back in the general's estate, you found yourself in your usual spot in the pavilion. Lady etiquette books lay scattered around, forgotten as your gaze drifted distantly over the tranquil lotus pond.

Regardless of the overwhelming emotions that had consumed you the day before upon learning the truth about your family's punishments, you couldn't deny the longing in your heart for Seonghwa's presence. Being alone in the pavilion now felt even lonelier than before. Accustomed to his warm embrace, his absence left a void that seemed impossible to fill.

However, as you contemplated the absence of your husband's comforting presence, conflicting emotions surged within you.

No matter how hard you tried, you simply couldn't shake the unsettling realisation that the same hands that held you close were also stained with the blood of countless others. Hongjoong's reassurances echoed in your mind, yet a nagging doubt persisted. While he assured you that the general would never harm you, your moral compass grappled with the knowledge that he was capable of inflicting pain without hesitation, regardless of justification.

It just felt so... wrong.

"Ah, is this the famous lotus pond you've mentioned, Miss Jang?" The unexpected voice startled you out of your thoughts. Turning to confirm your suspicions, you let out a loud gasp at the sight of the fourth prince standing before you.

You scrambled to your feet immediately, performing the formal bow, "Y-your Highness! What brings you here?"

Rushing up behind Yeosang, the head maid panted heavily, bowing deeply before you and shooting an apologetic glance, "Mistress, I am so sorry for not alerting you of our guest! His Highness showed up spontaneously without making an appointment prior and wouldn't allow any of us to announce his arrival."

Eunsook nearly had a heart attack when one of the maids informed her that the prince had arrived unannounced, waiting to be greeted at the entrance of the estate. Jongho was absent, having gone out with a few other servants to replenish household essentials. Rushing over, she found that Yeosang had insisted on surprising you personally, leaving her flustered and anxious. With her master now at war, it was evident to her that His Highness was attempting to make an advance on you.

The prince couldn't help but grin at how adorably confused and caught off guard you looked, "Yes, that's right. I wanted to surprise you, Miss Jang. Are you surprised?"

Quickly regaining your composure and summoning the poise of a noblewoman, you nodded, "I guess I am, Your Highness," You said before turning to dismiss the elderly woman with an assuring smile, "It's alright, Eunsook. I was growing slightly bored anyway. Come, Prince Yeosang, let me show you around, and you can tell me why you've decided to pay us a surprise visit."

Recalling his fondness for flowers, you led him through the winding paths of the estate's gardens, each turn revealing a new burst of colour and fragrance. Sunlight danced through the leaves, casting dappled patterns on the well-tended flowerbeds, "Now, I know our humble garden obviously cannot compare to the ones in the palace, but I am very proud of our servants' hard work. What do you think, Your Highness?"

While your eyes remained fixed on the colourful flowers, the prince's gaze was captivated by you, his admiring gaze lingering on your graceful movements amidst the blooms.

"I agree; I think it's absolutely enchanting. While it may be humble, it surpasses the beauty of any of the palace's gardens." He remarked, his words carrying a subtle double meaning. He wondered if you could discern the implied compliment; he was indirectly comparing you to the royals in the palace. In his eyes, you outshone any of his sisters, his father's concubines, and all the potential candidates ever presented to him.

Yeosang found himself torn between amusement and slight disappointment as you appeared genuinely oblivious to the deeper meaning of his words. Your reply, however, pleased him, "Thank you, Your Highness. It seems you have good taste," You attempted a joke. Fortunately, he laughed in response, "I think I do too, my lady."

He halted his steps and turned to you, "I have a question," He said, and you nodded, encouraging him to continue, "Go on. Ask away, Your Highness."

"Even with all these beautiful flowers here, is your favourite still the lotus?" Your heart skipped a beat at the mention of the lotus, a symbol closely tied to memories of your husband. Determined not to show any hint of turmoil, you nodded and answered steadily, "Of course, my prince."

The prince kept his smile intact, "Hmm, I see. Is it solely because the general dedicated a pond full of them to you?"

When you remained silent, he clarified, "What I mean is, if you had the freedom to choose, which flower would truly be your favourite? Instead of accepting what's given to you, I believe you should have the right to make your own choice." It was another subtle suggestion that you should be able to choose your own path, including your life partner, rather than conforming to arrangements made for you.

It appeared that you had grasped the underlying meaning of his words this time. You blinked rapidly as you gathered your thoughts before letting out a chuckle, "Ah, I suppose that hadn't crossed my mind," Shifting the topic, you continued, "Anyway, let us move on from idle chatter. Why don't you enlighten me on the purpose of your surprise visit, Your Highness? With my husband away, I'm unsure if there's anything I can assist you with."

Sensing your slight discomfort, Yeosang decided to get straight to the point, "Right, I'm aware General Park is currently away, bravely fighting for our country. That's precisely why I'm here—I was hoping you would be able to represent him at my upcoming birthday banquet. Her Majesty, the Queen, has also expressed her desire to meet you in person."

Your eyes widened at that, "Sh-she has?"

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Feeling like you were left with little choice but to agree, you accepted the prince's invitation to his upcoming birthday banquet, scheduled just a week away.

Since bidding him goodbye, you had confined yourself to Seonghwa's study, burying yourself in your studies. The weight of the upcoming royal event weighed heavily on you. It would mark your debut in royal circles, and facing it without your husband by your side added to your nerves. Could anyone fault you for feeling anxious?

You contemplated seeking help. While Eunsook was supportive, her knowledge of palace affairs was limited. Would Hongjoong or Yunho be able to offer insight? Perhaps Jongho, with his years of service to the general, might have some valuable advice.

A light bulb went off in your head when you remembered San, the King's royal secretary. Surely, he would be the most knowledgeable about the matters you needed help with. However, your enthusiasm waned when you realised you had no means of reaching out to him. Moreover, you doubted he would have time to spare for a little woman like you, given his busy schedule.

Palming your forehead tiredly, you suddenly noticed a shadowy figure loitering suspiciously outside the study. Their silhouette, visible through the paper walls, didn't resemble anyone familiar, and it sent a shiver down your spine. If it had been one of the estate staff, they usually would have announced themselves.

Jumping to your feet, you instinctively grabbed the inkstone from Seonghwa's desk, preparing to defend yourself. With cautious steps, you approached the entrance where the unknown person lingered, apparently trying to catch a glimpse of you, "Who's there? I know you're not one of my staff. If you do not reveal yourself, I won't hesitate to hurt you!"

Your yelp escaped when the individual abruptly swung the door open in response to your words, "Woah woah, it's just me!" He reassured, causing you to pause with the stone halfway raised as you blinked in recognition, "O-oh, it's you..."

Scratching the back of his neck sheepishly, he apologised, "I'm sorry for startling you, Lady Park. In case you forgot, my name is Wooyoung. I'm here on the general's orders to assist you should you need anything."

Dun dun dunnn! Wonder what Prince Yeosang has up his sleeves heeheeee anyway, I just wanted to tell y'all that I'm about to have another crazy week ahead. So, like this part, the next one is probably gonna take a while too😭

Also, Happy Lunar New Year to those of you who celebrate it! As always, thank you for reading and let me know your thoughts! <3

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[malum-forev]

Have Had You and Lost You

I promise I'm uploading Dr.Bee pt 2 after this one, sorry to everyone who was expecting that one but I CANNOT GET OVER EX HUSBAND BUCKY.

"You'll find the juice boxes on the second shelf," You hurry around your kitchen, heels in one hand and your perfume in the other one. "He likes his juice decanted and he'll probably tell you he likes it room temperature but, Wells thinks room temperature means a little cold so you need to put one ice cube in his sippy cup."

Bucky nods, trying his hardest not to laugh. "Decant, room temperature. When did our five year old become a restaurant critic."

"Sometimes I'm afraid we made a mistake by letting him hang out at the Stark mansion." You laugh. "Every time I pick him up, he's learnt a new word and needs to use it at least three times in every sentence."

"Last time he was at my house he called Bluey exquisite." Bucky throws his head back with laughter. As soon as the sound hits your ears you truly feel, for a second, the world has stopped.

It's that same uninhibited laugh that made you fall in love with him all those years ago. You knew his years of torment had built a tall wall around his heart, and having him share these relaxed moments with you meant the world. That laugh was a special thing only the two of you shared.

But reality settled in once he asked the question you've been avoiding.

"So, who is he?"

Your bottom lip became trapped between your teeth as you thought how to answer his question. His blue eyes shifted all over your face, trying to read any expression you gave him.

Maybe you should have told him the truth but, you had been finally getting along after a long and tiresome divorce. So, you decided on a happy medium, no answer at all.

"Hmm," Bucky scratches the stubble on his chin. "You don't want to tell me his name."

"I never said that." You point out, feeling the vein on your temple throb.

"Your tell is a traitor," Bucky hums, running the back of his finger on your temple. "Maybe you don't want to tell me because I know him."

"He's no one." You turned away from him.

"You were never a good liar," Bucky says with a dry laugh. "So, I do know him."

"It's hard for you to not know someone in town, Buck."

"He's someone from around here, then." Bucky's eyebrows shot up.

He has to give it to the mystery man, never in his life did he think someone would have the balls to ask his ex wife on a date. Especially not someone who works in the compound.

Bucky and you had decided it would be best if you and Wells kept living close to him, so the change wouldn't affect your son too much. You'd decided on the town closest to the compound. A sleepy town, a couple of thousand habitants, mostly ex SHEILD agents and their families.

"You're really not going to tell me anything about the guy?"

You slip your heels on, keeping your lips shut.

"Is he a doctor? A nurse?" You roll your eyes.

He continues. "Is he in tech?"

"Better yet!" Bucky snaps his fingers like he's just had the idea of the century. "He's a trainee and I'm his direct superior. That would be the cherry on top."

"We've been on a couple of dates," You finally say something. "Three to be exact."

Bucky raises his eyebrows. "The coveted fourth date."

"Don't." You roll your eyes. "It's not like that."

"I'm not judging," He raises his arms in defense. "I understand you need to get your fix, we're all human, doll."

You groan.

"What?" Bucky comes closer, a sly smile playing on his lips. "You can talk about your sex life with me, darling. I'm not the jealous type."

"Bucky," You say, your tone warning. "you can't be the jealous type."

"There isn't anything here," You wave your finger between the two of you. "To be jealous of."

As you look back up at him, his smile seems forced. Bucky tries to keep his cool attitude up but, you know him too well to believe it.

"I left some money on the countertop so you can order pizza." You change the subject, feeling the air become tense.

"Don't treat me like I'm the sitter." Bucky scoffs. "Wells is my son too, and I can most certainly pay for a pizza."

"I- I" You stuttered. Trying to rack your brain for an apology, maybe explain that you didn't mean it like that but it was cut short by two honks coming from your driveway.

"He can't even ring the fucking doorbell," He scoffs again. "What a catch."

You turn and leave without speaking another word to your ex husband.

As hard as you tried, you couldn't get Bucky's words out of your head. It wasn't helping that your date was more interested in talking about himself and his recent promotion than even asking how your day went.

When had life become this way?

Once upon a time you were a woman who wouldn't settle for less than perfection and respect when looking for a man. You'd even walked out on a fair share of "New York's Elite", which usually meant men working in the finance district who think their dick is holy.

Which is why, when the ever so charming and chivalrous James Buchanan Barnes came into your life, you swore off stupid and unappreciative men.

Now, you're ordering your third glass of wine just so you can bare listening to the man you've accepted a fourth date from.

The dish you've ordered is now cold, and you're in no mood to listen to another word.

And just like that, your guardian angel answers your prayers.

Your phone lights up with a text from Bucky.

Bucky: Wells is fine, fed and asleep. Answer the call if you need to get out of the date.

Not even a few seconds later, your phone rings.

You barely have any time to decide whether you should do this or not. But your body reacts faster than your brain.

"Hello?" You answer shakily, holding a finger up to your date.

"Is he a field agent or a computers guy." Is the first thing Bucky says.

"Wells has a fever? Is he okay?" You say.

"That bad of a date, huh?" Bucky says through the receiver.

Bad date was an understatement. Your date couldn't care less that your son was feeling under the weather, he was too preoccupied looking over the dessert menu. But not even if hell froze over would you tell Bucky that!

"I think it's best if I come back home." You tell your date, getting up from your chair with your bag and coat in hand.

"Wait! One last guess!" Bucky says on the phone. "He's the guy who's in charge of sharpening my knives."

"I'll be there in fifteen minutes." You mutter, hanging up the phone and leaving your date behind.

By the time you're back home, Bucky's leaning on the door frame holding two glasses of wine, waiting for you.

You shut the taxi's door and walk past your ex husband and into your house.

"Not a single word." You warn as you pass by Bucky, taking both glasses. You down the first one and get started on the second one.

"Should I keep guessing who the mystery man is or..."

"He's part of Banner's research team," You groan throwing your head back. "There, happy?"

"Happy that the mother of my child is dating some loser who can't even come to the door for her?" Bucky raises his eyebrow. "Of course I'm not happy."

"Well not everyone has the 40's mentality Buck." You sigh, looking down at piece of pizza Bucky heated up for you.

"You're worth it." Bucky's eyes look crystal as they look at you. "All the roses and the dates and the opening of car doors, everything I did for you was because you're amazing and you're worth it."

Words escape your mind.

"I was too much of an idiot to let you go." Bucky looks down at the floor. "But please don't let anyone who won't take the time to cherish you, have you."

"Because to have had you, and lost you, is a pain only those who've truly love you have."

Comments, reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated! Would love to hear your feedback. K thankssss BRB writing Dr.Bee pt 2 as we speak.

[bsd-elle]

Thoughts on Buddy Daddies Episode 9

I have so many thoughts about this episode and it all stems from P.A works' fantastic SUBTLE writing choices.

This episode, on paper, sounds like a pretty cliche sports day episode, but they somehow managed to show us the character progression and the relationship progression between the characters.

The biggest progress we can blatantly see is Rei taking an effort to help Kazuki more.

And we can see that Kazuki reacts accordingly.

Kazuki is surprised by this development, and voices his concern.

Rei was genuinely impacted by the events in episode 7, realizing that he was pretty 'useless' when it came to raising Miri, and has taken the initiative to give a helping hand.

And what I love about that is, we know that Rei had absolutely no clue how to work a microwave or any basic cooking, so for him to automatically suggest and start making onigiri shows that either he had previously asked Kazuki how to make simple items, or two, he was more observant when Kazuki was cooking, because he wanted to be able to do more, do anything to make his little girl smile.

And it's so wonderful to see them actually bring up this plot point and continue it, rather than letting it be a one-off plot point.

They pick up on his interest to be more involved and we see him actually trying.

Knowing the unfortunate circumstances of his childhood, it's not that Rei doesn't want to help out or get into Miri's activities, but rather that he simply doesn't KNOW what to do. Doesn't know what's right.

His hesitance throughout the Episode is evidence of that, his hesitance to give Miri his riceballs.

He genuinely looks so sad, feeling like he can't compete with Kazuki's sheer talent with cooking.

His hesitance to even cheer for Miri.

Growing up in a family full of espionage and assassination, quietness and taking up little to no space must've been embedded into his system, into his psyche, and the fact that he's actively trying to be loud, to draw attention to himself, just shows the effort he's putting into taking care and raising Miri, something his father never attempted to try.

And both Kazuki and Miri appreciate his efforts.

They understand that he's trying and are so enthusiastic and receptive to his attempts.

Which is why he takes it to heart that Miri fell down because he was 'loud'.

I think, in that moment, he thought that he failed, that failure is never acceptable.

But, that final reassurance from Miri (in the cutest way possible), that he didn't fail, he didn't do anything wrong, and Miri considers them all to be a family, something he never had, something he's never known, that's all he needed to realize that, yes, maybe he'll fail, but at the end of the day, Miri is happy, and there's nothing else that matters.

The other one I wanted to talk about, which is definitely more subtle, but the progression of Kazuki and Rei's relationship is truly so beautiful.

Kazuki treasures the help Rei attempts and supports him in every way possible.

When Rei said that he wanted to make riceballs and was worried if Miri would like it, Kazuki instantly reassures him that Miri would love it.

In fact, he proudly proclaims to Miri that Rei would be making onigiri. And I'm sure that if he hadn't, there might be a chance that Miri wouldn't have been able to eat it, while Rei was clouded by his doubt.

When Miri says that she likes the onigiri and she thanks Rei, Kazuki immediately tells him, "hey, you did good, look our daughter agrees too. You're doing good and trying, and we both see that".

When Rei is drowning in his self-loathing about potentially causing Miri to lose the gold medal, Kazuki tries to reassure him and tell him that he didn't do anything wrong.

Finally, when they're walking back, Kazuki tells him that he's proud of him, that he worked hard, and you can tell that Rei really appreciated that, to know that his efforts were being accepted.

And that's why their relationship grows in such an organic manner, Rei puts in the effort, tries his best to help out to the best of his abilities, and Kazuki reassures him, let's him know about things that he would have no idea about, and vocally supports him.

And Miri, my sweet angel, with her bright personality and even brighter smile, constantly comforts both Kazuki and Rei, that she's happy, that they ARE a family.

The reason they are a family is because each one of them helps each other, is an equal part in the group.

And at the end of the day, they're just all trying their best, taking one step at a time, while the others, cheer them on.

(And this picture is the perfect symbolism of that sentiment, Rei awkwardly trying his best to smile, and Kazuki physically trying to bring him closer into the picture).

[yuusishi]

Hello, can i ask for Idia or Ace (I can't choose between the two the one I want, so you can choose it), Lilia and Ruggie (my man need more love) hc with a reader that adopt legally Grim ? Like, now Grim have the last name of reader, and he call reader his dad/parent, and they have to be approved by Grim to date the reader ?

(separate please)

Have a good day/night (sorry for my bad english)

-Anon

. . . INTRO TO NON-HUMAN PARENTHOOD

pairings : Ace Trappola , Lilia Vanrouge , Ruggie Bucchi x gn!reader

genre : fluff , written with graduated!reader + characters in mind , established relationship

cws/tws : very tiny book 7 spoilers…like rlly small

a/n : it feels so weird not having any work done since my teachers assigned all our work before christmas break so we’d be able to rest

ACE TRAPPOLA !!

If he has to be honest, he doesn't know how to feel, not in a bad way tho!! He's so used to teasing Grim as a part of the first years friend group, but now that he's legally your child (and by extension his son), it just feels weird sometimes.

But in the end their relationship doesn't change one bit, this also means there's endless bickering whenever Ace comes by your place.

The one thing he can't get used to is though is Grim referring to you as his parent. I mean, c'mon, if you've been hearing "henchmen", "my human" for years it's bound to be quite the change.

During the legal adoption process, he's the type to be beside you searching on his cheap little laptop the meaning of so many words on the documents you're meant to sign (this is his way of helping you).

It doesn't sink in for a while that the three of you are technically a family, you occasionally joke about getting married in the (probably near) future and making Grim be the ringbearer or flowerboy.

One night when Ace crashed at your place, you came home to see him and Grim passed out on the couch next to each other, even seeing two slices of pizza purposefully left for you and hints of the tomato sauce stuck on the edges of the two's lips. You smile, nothing truly changes with these two.

Lilia Vanrouge !!

He's SO excited.

Silver's getting a new stepbrother once the legal process is done.

He's slightly disappointed though that, since Grim is already grown at this point, he won't be able to raise him like he did with Malleus and Silver but he'll still consider him a son either way.

I don't think unwanted fatherhood included brushing up on law and the adoption process so your guess on what terms on the documents mean is as good as his.

But we have the internet! Like Ace he's searching the meanings and making sure you understand the depth of every word printed onto the documents. Although he's hasn't formally adopted a child, he at least knows the legal repercussions that could happen should anything happen to Grim.

Overall, he's happy to have a new addition to his family :) First it was Malleus, then Silver came by, then Sebek, then now you and Grim.

When he first heard Grim refer to you as his parent, he can’t help imagining if Grim would call him “dad” or “father” like Silver does [cue heart attack].

He thinks about his general days occasionally, especially when he gazes on as you and Grim play around the field near the house he found after leaving NRC. He did not enjoy the war, not in the slightest, but maybe fighting in it was worth it if this was the type of future he's able to enjoy.

Ruggie Bucchi !!

He was really surprised, as in super surprised.

The entire concept of parenthood didn’t interest Ruggie in the slightest since it just meant more money to spend, even if it meant you had a little bundle of joy, but when you said that you were legally adopting Grim…

He looked at you like you set off a bomb in front of him 😭.

But after calming down a bit, he realized that Grim wouldn’t be even more of a handful than he already is since it’s not like he’s a baby that needs 24/7 caring.

Ruggie’s worked a ton of part time jobs just to earn some extra cash while on Sage’s Island, so he’s definitely dabbled in the law in one way or another.

He’s also just generally smart so he was your go-to man in asking the meaning of some legal jargon and he was happy to help you free of charge.

Hearing Grim call you his parent for the first time and even refer to you as that when you’re all at home surprised him a lot.

You’re telling him the little brat that always called you “human” and “henchman” in NRC calls you his parent now?? He can’t believe it.

After finally being able to adopt Grim, he didn’t feel the need to act “fatherly” since he’s known you both for years ever since NRC. Sure, he might be more open to going on midnight snack runs, but that’s it!

When reality sets down on him that he actually has his own ‘family’ now, it was a strange feeling. A sort of bittersweet happiness. It was a dream to him that he wishes would never go away, and you were there to remind him that this was his reality.

[0rah-s]

Sinbad (Magi) and his divorced wife (modern au please, or if you don't feel comfortable with that, you can do it in the regular world)

Reader divorced him because of how he viewed things and how close he would get with other women, she's kinda gay

And Sinbad is kind of sad because of the fact that the only woman he truly loved wants nothing to do with him.

Even add a gremlin, a kid to the mix if it entertains you!!

Pls 💛

You don't have to if you don't want too!!

Sinbad x ex-wife!reader

Cw: fem reader, written in second person, english isn't my first language, you have an adopted kid, disloyalty from him, idk.

A/n: thank you for requesting and im so sorry for taking so long to do your request, writer's block be hitting harder lately. Hope you enjoy it mwah!!

How many times had he entertained the young women who threw themselves at him in the middle of your dates, right in front of your eyes?

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Never could you say anything about it as its not like he was really cheating on you, he was "just playing" as he loved to say. It drove you insane.

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In addition to his borderline unfaithfulness, there was also his questionable morals and the things he did to get what he wanted. All of it always rubbed you the wrong way but you fought to love him anyway.

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But as we all know, ine can only fight for so long.

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All of it kept adding up and and you found yourself bothe sat at the kitchen table. You slide him a paper - a divorce settlement document.

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He tried to give you excuses and promised he would change but you were set, there's no way you'd lock yourself in a toxic cycle of wrong-doing, excises, and forgivness forever.

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After the divorce,

You went on with your life like nothing happend

Of course it still stung to part from the man you loved oh so much but you had to move on.

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Weeks pass and he isn't the same anymore. He went out to different bars and surrounded himself with ladies, reminding himself that he didn't need you.

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What a conman.

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He desperately needed you. Being a man of his position there wasn't many he could trust, somehow he opened up to you and gave you his heart. He knew how precious your love was to him yet he ruined it - entirely by himself. He'll never experience somehing like this again.

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Guilt hollowing him as he grieves the missing part of him and as he thinks of the sadness he caused you. He'd become a waste.

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Fast forward, you grew as a person and became successful, no longer the women you used to be.

Things kept getting better and better for you as if taking the weed out of your life made place for a rich and flowery garden to bloom effervescently.

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You could finally breath.

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Long after, you adopted a gremlin a kid!

You gave them the ever best life they deserved and enjoy life as a successful mother and child. Life simply couldn't get better.

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Then he saw you.

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Then you saw him.

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He couldn't belive it's, the then live of his life standing right in front of him after years of no contact.

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"H-hi..." He uttered, trying his best to make himself sound more confident - it failed.

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"Hello" you replied coldly.

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A long awkward silence took over when you decide to walk away before he starts to question about your life or worst - enter it again.

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"I should go" you sai as you walk past him but barely a couple step away and he grips your wrist.

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Tho he was strong, his hold on you was gentle, almost pleading.

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"Please wait? Can we talk?" He asks trying his best to think of ways to have you remain by him even for a little longer.

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"What is there to talk about sinbad? We're over"

You say curtly, not wanting to go weak and give in to him in the way is face begged you to.

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He notices the young child beside and questions flooded his mind. 'A child? Was it hers? Ours? Hasd she found someone new? How much of their lives have i missed?' Then guilt came back stronger than ever, not being made easy but the way the kid clutched on your trousers.

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"Mom, who's that?" They ask innocently.

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"An old friend, dear" you smile at your child lovingly.

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An old friend, those words rung in his head like hell bells.

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He let go of your wrist and she walked away.

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You sufferd through him, why shouldn't he? Regardless of how he feels you have more to care about.

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He'll find a way to heal, you wish him that much. But for now the only thoughts in your head is what you're going to do today to make this day unforgettable for your child and yourself.

[greenerteacups]

forever grateful to you for sharing your musings, as if the book writing weren't great enough and hard work enough, you truly spoil us and i love you.

I'm popping in here to ask if you would like to talk about how you see Dumbledore. Sometimes I feel his manipulative side is abused in fanfiction, depicting little more than a heartless chess master.

And well, I guess I'm curious to find out if Lionheart Albus has a heart and will we get to see it. Maybe the more generous glimpses you give us of Snape and his interactions with him will shed some light on his hidden depths? Or will his appearances remain fleeting and enigmatic, always far and above all the little people we do know and adore?

Sorry, I know you can't possibly be completely balanced in your portraying of the whole cast, or they would spread too thin. I am here for the plot, for the Dramione and the Blacks, but I deeply enjoy all the character building (I truly live for all of them, not only our loved ones, I even cherish Warrington with sincere hate and am waiting for his comeuppance ) so I thought I would ask if you wouldn't mind a few comments on our opaque headmaster.

Thank you, friend! You're really kind.

Dumbledore has a relatively minor role in Lionheart for a few reasons — chief among which is, as you point out, that we just don't have time for everybody to get the same level of characterization the mains do. I have plot justifications for that, but it'd be disingenuous to suggest otherwise: Dumbledore's minor because I'm less interested in him than I am in Snape and Narcissa, and Lionheart is much more about Draco's sphere of the world than Harry's. That being said, I think some people forget how small Dumbledore's role is in the original books. He pretty much exists to deliver exposition and tell Harry how to beat the final boss; dude doesn't even get a gesture at a backstory until he's already dead. In fact, it's kinda weird to me that everyone (including a lot of people in the series) treats Dumbledore like he's some kind of guardian for Harry, especially with respect to the decision to keep him at the Dursleys. I know it's set up in the prologue, but if I'm Dumbledore, and I'm catching strays for Vernon Dursley being a piece of shit, I'm gonna be like:

The TLDR on Dumbledore is he's blamed way too much for stuff he doesn't do instead of the stuff he does. People seem to blame him for everything bad that happens to Harry because he's a competent adult in the general vicinity of the kid. But with the possible exception of hiring Lockhart — a bad decision I attribute to Early Installment Weirdness and, just maybe, a certain scarcity of applicants for a position where the last dude Literally Fucking Died — there's not a whole lot of shit that happens to Harry in the first few books Dumbledore could've prevented. Plus, he does in fact have Other Shit to be Doing. Is he a really powerful wizard who probably could've saved Harry's ass in a lot of the fights he gets into? Yes. Does he also have a whole school to run, a secret guerrilla group to direct, a Ministry full of political enemies to placate, and — oh yeah — a snake-faced immortal evil sorcerer he's playing 4D chess with at all times? Yes!

The whole lamb-to-slaughter thing with Harry is admittedly quite dark, but I don't read it as machiavellian. For one, Dumbledore obviously comes to this conclusion after a lot of deliberation, and to his death, he refuses to tell Harry about it, because (one assumes) he never intends to kill Harry himself. He's willing to hinge the fate of the free world on his respect for Harry's autonomy and/or his faith that Harry will make the "right" choice. That's pretty humane, given the circumstances. And he holds off on telling Harry about the horcruxes because... he doesn't want to inform a literal child that he'll eventually have to kill himself for the war effort. Oh, GOD, what a SCHEMING MONSTER. Surely this is motivated by menace, and not the grieving reluctance of a seasoned veteran who wants to preserve whatever few years of happiness this kid can eke out of life.

The areas where Dumbledore is morally shady come out most in his interactions with other adults. His conversation with Severus in 1981, for instance, is the one time in the books where I was legitimately frightened of him, because it's a rare time he's completely without mercy or grace. "What will you give me in return, Severus?" is a character-defining line, because Snape has just told him that two twenty-somethings and their infant child are about to be murdered, and Dumbledore's hit back with the subtextual equivalent of: "Tough shit. Why is it my problem?" Which is COLD AS FUCK! And we can kind of infer that he's not in earnest here, that he's manipulating Severus by making him think Dumbledore won't protect the Potters (even though they're Order members, which this theory requires us to assume Severus doesn't know) so that he can get him to work as a spy — but we don't know that for certain, right? It's all inference. We hope that his implicit threat isn't genuine, but what would happen if Severus said no, and walked away? How much did Albus understand about Snape's feelings for Lily, and what kind of person does it take to bluff like that in front of a known Legilimens? That line is intimidating as fuck whether or not Albus means it.

It's bits like these, where he's talking to people that he actually dislikes, where we get hints of the real Machiavellian Albus Dumbledore, and it's absolutely fascinating. He's the veteran of two wars, going on three when he dies, and you can tell in how he conducts himself. That includes, by the way, his gentility with children and his respect for innocence. But he's not just Good Funny Grandfather Dude or Crafty Mastermind. He's a general. He's been waging wars from the back lines since his twenties. That does something to your brain, and it doesn't leave a lot of you left over for anything else.

[piracytheorist]

Episode 35 screaming notes!

So what if I'm emotional over a fictional, fake family spending one day of vacations together?

I love Twilight's comment about how he's glad the SSS is looking out for the bombing threat (and we know it's in vain), but it still puts him on edge to be stared at like this. He trusts them to protect civilian life (and Ostania's pride and joy of a ship) but he doesn't trust trust them, you get what I mean?

We shan't forget. The one thing this man can't pretend to be is someone who is having genuine fun and we'll drag his ass about it and then cry because this is a direct result of his traumatic childhood

Loid blushing when he spots Yor is so precious. I think it might be him blushing half because she saw his dorky skipping and half because… well. He might be falling in love :)

He notices the swelling on Yor's face, but I think he wouldn't even suspect her at this point. He sounded mostly worried about her.

And of course, Anya wasn't plaguing her with questions because she knows all, but it's funny that neither went like "Isn't our super curious five six-year-old going to ask where this bruise and swelling is from?"

SCREAMS

The following montage was absolutely adorable, and the insert song just made it even cuter. I love how it was Anya who lead them to each activity; neither Loid nor Yor had to drag her around anywhere, their attention was on her and on what she wanted. They even explored a cave! She was their priority, she truly must have had an amazing time and this is such a sweet way to end this cruise!

I mean, look. One of the ways Twilight learns how to parent is by fearing 24/7 that his daughter may fall. Very normal things.

Maybe it's because I'm the youngest child, so whenever we were out as a family and I asked to do something my parents would usually decline, because they had two more kids to look after and a place to go, but I have a lot of appreciation for the Forgers going around the resort and stopping to do whatever and anything Anya asked to do.

Very normal man who is definitely not an elite-trained spy trying to fit in. Normal things.

And like. Okay. Yor looking at Anya with such a soft face as Anya is having pure unrestrained fun is one thing.

BUT THEN THEY HIT US WITH THIS???

OH MY GOD. MY GOD. THIS MAN IS IN LOVE AND HE HAS NO FUCKING CLUE.

Like, for real. I can't stop looking at this. It's just his eyes but there's so much longing and yearning in them and also some sadness because deep down he thinks that what he wants is something he'll never get but this is really deep because it'll take him about three to five business years to accept he's grown feelings.

Like. It's not just "growing feelings" anymore. You don't look at someone like THIS when you're just "warming up" to them. He'd grown so accustomed to life with the Forgers that after Yor was away - though in the very same ship as them - for a couple of days he went all yearning looks and doe-y eyes at her when he met with her again. He's in LOVE.

I am so excited to see how their dynamic will develop from now on! It's gone on an entirely new page!

Anyway. I love how Yor went like "Oh they might see the wound on my chest" for the snorkeling but when she saw they could wear wetsuits she went like oh that's okay then and DIDN'T WORRY AT ALL ABOUT THE FACT THAT SHE'D GET SALTWATER ON HER WOUNDS. THIS WOMAN EATS HOT COALS FOR BREAKFAST AND WHITE HOT IRONS FOR LUNCH.

I mean, I'm guessing she is a fast healer and her wounds are not openly bleeding anymore but still. Hardcore.

And of course she'd beat the shit out of sharks. It's funny seeing the trio try to come up with excuses now but I think it's going to be a different type of good post-reveal, cause they'll be like "I have nothing to hide" and act on their abilities without a single moment of hesitation. Imagine Yor beating up sharks and Loid and Anya looking at her with heart eyes.

Aw, but look at them snorkeling. It's Yor who is holding Anya. I wonder what Yor's thinking is on that since she thinks that Loid is Anya's biological father and has been longer in her life. I doubt she thinks anything bad about Loid, but it is something that would make someone wonder.

I was so impressed by everything in the episode up until that point that I completely missed what the dialogue there was XD I only had more thoughts after I rewatched it.

Anya is having fun looking at the colourful fish. Yor has hunting in mind. Loid is… not impressed XD

Though very light, this could be a reflection of their characters. Anya is a child full of curiosity for the world, easily impressed by new stuff; she loved the aquarium, and she loved seeing new fish from up close.

Yor's encounters with animals were either for hunting (for food) or with guard dogs from people she was sent to kill. She understands the concept of pet animals, of course, but it seems to be a "secret third option", as tumblr would say. Her first instincts are either hunting or fighting, and since those fish were too small to be any threat (I mean, she's confident about fighting sharks), her mind went to food.

And then you have Loid. His wide knowledge of the world has rendered him almost incapable of getting impressed. There's nothing new for him to learn in anything… except for child rearing, of course. And maybe human connection. And so, he seems to be looking at those two in the last shot.

Just like Gram, Anya gets thrown around by a professional, super strong assassin and she just goes like "Again!" And Loid doesn't even make a comment about Yor pushing Anya too strong. He really took to heart and meant it when he told Yor that her being strong is one of the things that make her an amazing mother.

AND THEN THAT SCENE

I had guessed right, as Yor had indeed not rested at all for the entire three days of the cruise and had a long and intense fight the night before. AND THUS FANSERVICE HAPPENS <3 <3 <3

DON'T MIND IF I DO <3

ENDO KNEW WHAT HE WAS DOING <3

No but seriously, there's a lot to love about this moment. Apart from how cute it is, Twilight at first only seems annoyed by how this attracts attention to them. He was already alert from how the SSS was looking at everyone, this would only add to his uneasiness.

But it doesn't take long for him to find an excuse for his wife. Blaming all her exhaustion on her work, being thankful for her going along with everything Anya asked to do, and smiling at her!! Bruh!! And he STILL can't see it, this man is such a good liar he can even lie to himself!!

Seriously the way Eguchi delivered those lines? Superb <3

AND THEN THE FAMILY THEME PLAYED AND I WAS LOSING MY MIND.

They didn't have to go so hard T_T It was a relaxing (and quite prolonged!) chapter to wrap up the cruise arc, but it was wonderful T_T

Even the Handler is up to him, though. Fullmetal Lady won't fall for his emotionally constipated bullshit.

AND I THOUGHT IT COULDN'T GET ANY CUTER!

She even drew the family in their colours! Yor in red, herself in pink, and Loid in a muted green! I can see Yor holding one of her stilettos, but what is the other thing? A rose? I don't think I can tell what Anya is doing in the drawing, but Loid looks like he's holding a bomb? Or a surfboard?

AAAAAHHH It was wonderful!! T_T

The parts with Yor and her coworkers and Yuri and Lieutenant Guy were actually added by the anime! I feel Yor about the gifts. I'm so bad at gifts you have no idea. And Yuri is on another level, he doesn't stop talking about his sister and he tells Lieutenant Guy "Are you psychic or something" and he's like "Sure sure". And this being this kind of show I was like "MAYBE???" but yeah no he was just messing with Yuri XD

Hey psst. You know what will look even more convincing? If you both slept on those pillows 👀👀 next to each other 👀👀

I was cringing so hard at the scene in the school! Anya! We love you as you are, you don't need to go embarrass yourself!

It was interesting, though, to see that Damian stayed out of it all. It's proof that he can mind his business and keep his opinion to himself. I hope he learns to do that more often.

Becky continues being best friend material <3 Anya is so lucky for real

It's been less than a week

It's so funny to me that the anime added the detail that it was Loid who picked the snacks for Yuri. I wonder how quickly Yuri would spit them out upon learning that XD

My mans tired. I felt kinda sad for him ngl XD

Okay, this was hilarious. His paternal instincts are starting to kick in to the point where he imagines teaching Anya the proper methods of deception. It was also funny that as Yuri was imagining his speech, I went like "Uhm you lie to your sister no?" and before I got to finish that thought, the excuses kicked in.

And Anya is starting to learn that actions have consequences.

This isn't what she manipulated two enemies of the state into adopting her for.

TWO EPISODES LEFT T_T I might have to pick up making crack recaps again for however long the next hiatus will last :'D

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

Weiss: I have to apologize to Jaune for How I acted during our time in Beacon.

Weiss: How do I do that?

Ruby: You could just say sorry. Maybe offer to spend some time with him to make up for rejecting his dates?

Weiss: Yeah ... Yeah! We could spend some time together!

Ruby: See! I know what I'm about!

Weiss: Then his feelings will be rekindled and he'll ask me on a date again!

Ruby: Wait, What?

Weiss: And because of my guilt I'll accept, and eventually find that I truly do wish to be with him!

Weiss: Of course, he realizes I at first only accepted out of guilt, leading him to cut us off from each other again, and hurt, betrayed he turns to you!

Ruby: Hold up-

Weiss: Then through your shared pain, you begin to love each other, fall in love, and get married!

Weiss: I'm left by the wayside! My first true friend and the man I love together romantically! How it would make my heart yearn for either of you, leading me to also fall in love with yourself Ruby!

Weiss: In the final battle, I fall! Injured, and in need of saving once again, but you and Jaune, still so deeply caring for me, save my life, and we eventually win!

Weiss: Afterwards I profess my deep and profound love, my desire to be with the both of you, and we head home, to our shared home, and live happily ever after!

Weiss: It's a perfect plan! Thanks Ruby, this is why your the leader!

Ruby: ... I think you need to stop reading Blake's books.

Weiss: We also Fuck nasty every night!

Ruby: ... I think we should read more of Blake's books.

[zhongrin]

G I X Y D

:)

selfship a-z ask game ->

cw. slight angst on "I"

G - Greetings what was their first meeting like?

𝔃𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓲 ᡣ𐭩 this fic hahaha

ⲇⳑ ⲏⲇⳕτⲏⲇϻ ᡣ𐭩 at al haitham's grandmother's house, while the adults are chatting over teatime: "what'cha reading?" "…. a book." "…. fair enough. *proceeds to take a book from the shelf and reads it beside him*"

𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔩𝔢𝔶 ᡣ𐭩 "*is especially nervous bc oh no he's hot* hello, your grace." "oh, hi. *notices i'm trembling like a pitiful wet dog* haha, relax, i don't bite." "*dies a little inside* y-yes, your grace...."

I - Imagine what do they imagine their futures together like?

𝔃𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓲 ᡣ𐭩 all contracts comes to an end eventually, once the conditions are fulfilled ー and the same goes for ours. but until then, he'll just enjoy walking in the long winding path that is an immortal's life. maybe a few kids, watch over our descendants, be awed at the technological advancements of liyue… as they say, when the boat gets to the bridge-head, it will naturally go straight.

ⲇⳑ ⲏⲇⳕτⲏⲇϻ ᡣ𐭩 we're both chronic planners, so we have regular talks about it and therefore a clear plan on what we want or not want to do in the future. married, preferably two kids, a nice pension plan, some savings in the bank, adopt a dog when the kids leave the nest, enjoy retirement reading books and doing whatever nerdy hobbies we want to enjoy.

𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔩𝔢𝔶 ᡣ𐭩 this man keeps telling himself not to dream too high lest it all crash down horribly at the end. honestly, with his past i think a part of him desperately wants a happy little family of his own, but the other half is so afraid he'll fuck it all up because he's never really truly experienced familial love. but deep in his heart he really just wants a resemblance of a normal life ー he knows his situation isn't ideal, but he wants a little family he can care for and be surrounded with as his fists get weaker and he passes down the title of the fortress' administrator to a suitable successor.

X - X-ray how do they help the other if they’re sick or tired?

𝔃𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓲 ᡣ𐭩 he's big on acts of service and words of affirmation, so he'll brew a pot of osmanthus tea and either sits me down to relax (if i'm tired) or tuck me in to bed (if i'm sick). househusband material, will cook and do all the chores flawlessly. liwei and liwen (especially the former) tries to sneak past him to cuddle with me, but he'd scoop up the littol noodles and distract them somehow ᰔᩚ

ⲇⳑ ⲏⲇⳕτⲏⲇϻ ᡣ𐭩 makes sure to tick all the steps in 'how to care for a sick person' book. but also he takes all the things that his grandparents do for him whenever he got sick ᰔᩚ like making me soup and (if i plead enough times) humming a calming lullaby to help me sleep hehe

𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔩𝔢𝔶 ᡣ𐭩 makes sure that i'm taking time off from work, calls sigewinne for a home visit, and most of all, if i have fever, he'd personally use his hand as a cold compress. none of the staffs in the fortress of meropide would ever imagine they'd hear an excuse "sorry, can't come to work today, i need to be my wife's compress." from their administrator but they let him skip work since they know he deserves the rest anyway :3

Y - Yes who would propose? What would the proposal be like?

answered here ->

D - Danger how do they react to finding out the other person is in trouble?

...... *squints* i seem to remember answering a selfship ask game with this prompt last time...

𝔃𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓲 ᡣ𐭩 if it's within liyue, i'd like to think that he'd know almost immediately, but if not, it would be a little more complicated. depending on the severity of said danger... hmm.... well.... let's just say he wouldn't take it just lying down....

ⲇⳑ ⲏⲇⳕτⲏⲇϻ ᡣ𐭩 have we ever seen al haitham truly furious or 'panicked' in-game? (mmm that azar cutscene... yummy... but i mean that's him acting mad so does it count??) i'd like to think that he still tries to be rational, figure out a way to handle things efficiently... but push a man hard enough and he'll break eventually. just remember what they say about the quiet/calm ones...

𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔩𝔢𝔶 ᡣ𐭩 ohohoho- ahem. i mean, we've seen it in his story quest. man takes action immediately. will throw a few punches if need be. if the duke wants somebody dead, he needs no justification. understood? ˙ ᵕ ˙

[morgansunflower]

No Matter What 2/2

Bruce Wayne X Wife! Reader

Warnings:suggestive content, child-abuse(accused not acted), childbirth, character injury, and heavy angst

Words: 1200

Requested taglist/by @too-strong-to-lose @fancywinnerzinepasta

"push!" the doctor ordered, I pushed screaming out.

Bruce was standing beside me. My knees bent upward as he held my hand. The hours of intense pain, had only made me weaker by the second. I was only wearing my hospital gown that was a v neck.

"his head is out, breathe Mrs. Wayne" I breathe for a moment as Bruce uses a cloth to wipe away my sweat. "it's time to push again, and then you'll have your son"

I pushed "AHHHH!!!" suddenly I feel less pain, I take a shaky breath and then see my little boy. I began to cry.

"he's precious" Bruce mumbled as Damian cried in the doctors arms.

"Mr Wayne would like to cut the umbilical cord"

Bruce steps to cut the umbilical cord. They lay Damian on my chest. The afterbirth soon left after. Bruce leans over to me and kisses Damian's head. I was still crying as I held my newborn. Bruce kisses my lips.

"I'm so proud of you"

Month later I lay Damian in his crib as he sleeps. I just finished nursing my baby. It was 2:30 in the morning and Bruce just arrived home. I step to my bedroom I share with my husband. I see Bruce on his laptop. My heart falls to my gut hearing the old recording of the investigator questioning Bruce. He quickly cuts it off as I enter the room. He clears his throat with his jaw clenched tightly. He tried to make himself calm down. I knew he was hoping I wouldn't catch him.

"darling" he mumbled.

"Bat" I said back.

I take a shaky breath. It was right after we lost Jason that the investigation began. The whole ordeal was horrible. They investigated me, asking if he'd ever hurt me. They even questioned Dick asking about his childhood. I walk to the bed and take the laptop. I put it on our dresser. Bruce takes a deep breath. I walk back to him and hold his face in my hands. I lay my forehead on his and put my hands on his neck, sitting on the bed.

"have you not been through enough torture? Why are you watching something that will only bring you pain?"

"to clear the fog of where I went wrong" his eyes began to shake as his face fell.

"you have me for that and I will be very clear. You did everything you could have done to save him. He thinks that you not killing Joker means you never loved him, but that's far from the truth" I lay my head on his chest and wrap my arms around him "I stand by you. Don't hold your guard up with him. Learn to trust him again.. Let him see how much you love him. He's your son, treat him just as that. Be happy at they very least he's alive"

Bruce holds me close kissing me "I can't lose him again Y/N" he brokenly said a tear falling down his face.

"you won't" I kiss him needing to feel closer to him.

2 years later...

Jason's P. O. V

"Jason!! Son!!!" I hear a sharp whistling "where are you?!!"

I groan, halfway opening my eyes laying on my stomach my whole body burning in pain. My helmet busted and jaw bleeding. I blink twice seeing two sets of footsteps.... I hear, beeping I hear Mom's barely audible voice. I can hear my brother whining in her arms.

"shh it's OK Damian he'll be OK" her voice quavering

I feel her rub my forehead. I felt too weak to open my own eyes or let my mouth open to say anything. I hear a loud crash of something falling.

"Bruce" Mom softly said to him, he must've broke something.

"this is my fault to begin with. I should have been a better.. A better father. Even the world believes I--" he stammered

"don't you dare!" Mom demanded "d-don't you dare. I know you love him. That we love him. They didn't know how much it killed you to lose him. How much he was truly your son, our son. How much it nearly destroyed us. We love him and--" she began to cry "we always will, even when he can't see it. Look at, him Bruce. He's here, he's breathing.. Our little boy is home"

3 days later.. I can't stand this. I'm about to really break. Deep down I want to, so I can finally begin to heal. I wait to hear Bruce leave for patrol and mom leave so I can make my escape. I still had bandaging on my chest and arms. I walk to the elevator maybe my bike is in the front of the Manor. I walk through the hallway to hear a soft cooing sound. I peep into the living room seeing Damian playing with Ace. The German Shepard sniffed Damian's feet making the kid laugh. I softly smile.. Not cute! Don't get sucked in. Ace barked to me and walked to me wagging his tail.

"hey pal. You miss me?"

Damian walked to me giving me a playful glare. I squint my eyes at my little brother. He bites my leg.

"owe! Dami!!" I yelled in annoyance.

He let's go and then began to laugh.

"oh you think that's funny"

I reach down tickling him. He pushes my hand away with a grin on his face.

"ah not too tough are you?" I laugh tickling his neck.

I stopped for a moment ruffling his black hair. He then hugged my arm. I take a deep breath.

"I'm glad you made it out of bed. You're really good with him, I should let you babysit him" Mom said entering the room.

"absolutely not. I can't stand kids.." that was a lie. I would love taking care of the twerp, he's.. Cute.

"oh by the way your motorcycle is in the garage. As I've said many times before you're in no condition to leave"

I sit on the chair while Mom sat in front of me in another chair. This is so hard. I can't expect her to forgive me. Guess my chance of escape as gone from 6 to zero.

"how are you?" she asked me

"I.. Don't know how to really answer that.."

"I know you are trying to be strong but even Batman has his breaking point. Even he needs help to stand back up.. I can't stand to watch you torture each other and yourselves Jason. We want you to stay here. I'm not saying it'll be easy or you won't have set backs, but I want you to be surrounded by those who truly miss you and love you. So you can began to heal from.. From everything"

"I.. Can't.. Not.. After" I try my hardest to prevent the tears from to fall from my eyes.

"yes you can. I forgive you, Bruce forgives you. All we want is for to be apart of this family again"

I knew better to assume she's lying about Bruce. Damian grips finger bending it in different directions.

I know it'll be hard but maybe.. Maybe I really can heal "I guess I could stay.. For a while.."

[endlich-allein]

Have you seen Schneider's Instagram post? What do you think about it?

Yes of course I saw Schneider's post. I have read it very carefully and I'll tell you what I think, as objectively and honestly as possible. I specify that I will not return to this, no need to send me asks or dm, to comment or reblog. Thank you for your understanding.

First of all, I'm glad Schneider spoke. At last, one of the members speaks with an open heart, and I expected no less from the most outspoken of the guys at Rammstein. We know that they have all been affected by what has been happening in recent weeks. We are too. I personally experienced it very badly, and social networks have contributed enormously to my mental suffering, my only safe place is here on my blog. (I'll not return to the dangers of social networks, to the fact that everyone speaks out on everything, that people are accusers, lawyers, judges and executioners, forgetting one of the principles of any justice worthy of the name : the presumption of innocence. This is not the subject but take care of yourself, if you feel the need to move away, do it, think of yourself). I'm not even talking to you about the media, which go completely out of my mind. I studied journalism, I was taught ethics, the fact of always checking everything and sourcing everything. But it seems that selling paper, buzzing and "breaking" the rich and famous is more important... afterwards they are surprised that people no longer have confidence in them.

As a reminder, there is an official investigation opened by the German public services and an internal investigation of the band. It's necessary for everyone to await the results of these investigations before drawing any conclusions whatsoever.

About Schneider's text, I am like him, saddened by the fact that there may be people who have bad times durant concerts (before and after too). It should be a time of joy, sharing and union, with a safe environment. "Bad times" is an understatement, the charges are serious. Band parties have always been safe to me. And some of you shared with me funny or very good experiences that you had during these parties or during moments shared with Till. But it seems other people don't agree. We are all different and we all have our own limitations. I feel sorry for those people who don't seem to have found support in an uncomfortable situation. Alas.

I can't deny that this last years Till seems to have lost his way. He has surrounded himself with people who are not good for him. I don't know if he realizes it or not, but I hope for his own good that he'll reconnect with those who truly love him, those who care about him, those who no matter what. happens will be there for him. I don't want to infantilize him or take away any responsibility for what is happening. Till is an adult, responsible for his actions and choices. From what Schneider says, it's Till's will to do these parties. And you know perfectly well what I think of that, I have already had the opportunity to tell you this many times, I am against it and I think it should have been deleted a long time ago.

In this story, no one will come out grown up. Not the band, not Till, not the groupies, not even us the fans, not the media, absolutely no one. That makes me sad. I madly love Till and Rammstein, this whole story is breaking my heart. I hope, however, that the band will manage to tell each other things, in a frank and honest way. They have built a lot of things together, starting with a long-standing friendship. It must count ! They must do what is necessary to change what needs to be changed and continue to move in the same direction.

While awaiting the results of the investigations, I continue to love and support Till and Rammstein, with all my soul.

[hjpslytherclaw]

I Wish I knew | Nancy Wheeler

Nancy Wheeler x fem! reader

Summary! In which Nancy and Y/N's secret feelings for one another are revealed when Y/N is concerned about the plan to take down vecna and the looming danger.

Warnings / Content! Some angst, friends to lovers, mentions of vecna and the upside down, mentions and concerns of injury and loss.

Nancy and Jonathan broke up pre season 4 here!! (my Jancy heart hurts with that but i just love Nancy too much)

800+ words full of Nancy and Y/N

I wish I knew, I wish I knew you wanted me.

"I don't know about this Nance," Y/N L/N worried as Nancy told her the plan she had already set in motion.

"Y/N we don't have much of a choice," Nancy replied, with a small shrug. "Vecna is here and he's coming for all of us. Either we go for him, or he'll be gunning for us before we know it. You know what he did to Max, he'll do the same to all of us."

"I know, I know," Y/N started, a dreary feeling stirring in her stomach. "But like you said he's gunning for all of us, so why don't we all just leave the country? He can't find us in Spain."

"This isn't the time for jokes, Y/N." Nancy scolded.

"I'm being serious Nance! Why is it always us that has to deal with the evils of the upside down? Why can't we just move to Spain and be done with all of this? Nancy everyday we keep doing this is another day our normal lives are put in danger! And with you being so headstrong about this, it scares me even more!"

"Why are you scared for me?" Nancy asked, almost bewildered at Y/N's words. "You know I can handle this, and we have a plan, a thought out plan, with no diversions, no changes, it's fool proof Y/N!"

"It's always fool proof until something goes wrong Nancy! And when it comes to Hawkins you know something will! And I'm sorry but I don't want you being the one that suffers because of it!"

"Why do you think I'm going to screw something up?" Nancy exclaimed, a raised tone in her voice. "Y/N we've been over this before, nothing will go wrong if we stick to the plan!" 

"That is until the plan goes up in flames Nancy! Tell me when the last time a plan actually worked."

They both stayed silent for a moment.

"Exactly. Nancy I'm sorry but I don't think we should do this-"

"We don't have a choice Y/N!"

"But we do!" Y/N fired back, "We always have a choice and I'd like to chose to keep you alive Nance! You don't understand if something were to happen to you I'd never be able to forgive myself!"

"Y/N I get it-"

"No Nancy you don't!" Y/N had interjected. "I'd never forgive myself if anything were to happen to you. Hell the fact vecna got to you back in the upside down has me more on edge than ever! Nancy you've been in my life since we were kids. I never want to imagine a world without you."

The room Nancy and Y/N had been standing in seemed to have gone still, something in the room had changed. Almost as if the atmosphere around them realized something was happening. And the two girls seemed to have realized it as well.

"Nancy from the moment I met you, I knew I needed you in my life." Y/N stated softly, her eyes never leaving the Wheeler girl. "And for a long time I truly believed it was because I needed a friend. As of recently I realized it was so much more then that."

Almost instinctively Y/N stepped closer towards the brunette in front of her.

"And I get this isn't the most ideal time, but then again this is Hawkins and there's never exactly an ideal time and-"

But before Y/N could finish her confession, she was stopped, by Nancy's lips pressed against hers.

Nancy's hands were gripping the collar of Y/N's shirt in order to pull her closer, Y/N's hand quickly landed on her waist, Y/N felt like she was in heaven, here she was kissing Nancy Wheeler.

After a moment of pure bliss between the two Nancy pulled away, immediately missing how Y/N's lips felt against hers. But with a warm smile, she spoke. "I don't think you realize how long I've been waiting for you to say that, Y/N/N."

Y/N's eyebrows furrowed, a bright beam painted across her face nonetheless. "I don't think you realize how long I've been waiting for you to do that, Nance." 

The two broke their grins with laughter, not laughter as though they said something funny, but laughter at their situation. They had been best friends since the age of six, grew up as pretty much each others halves, told each other everything, and yet here they are just now figuring out that the love they held for one another was nothing like the platonic feeling they thought.

"Promise me Nance. Promise me that you'll make it back here, back to me." Y/N pleaded softly, pressing her forehead against Nancy's.

"I promise, Y/N/N." Nancy replied sweetly as she continued to smile. "I promise I'll make it back and I promise I'll make it, back to you."

Nancy went in for yet another kiss, it was a small chaste kiss, yet it lingered, giving Y/N a feeling she never wanted to stop having.

With grins still plastered on their faces, they had begun a new chapter in their journey. Titled in bold letters, back home to you.

And leaving the last one behind, no more wondering and wishing, no more I wish I knew you wanted me.

[aki-draws-things]

So, inspired by this post (which is not mine, and if OP doesn't want me to take it as inspiration it's alright) and my inability not to wrote angst... Here's a bit of what I scribbled over lunch!

Feat. Cougar and Slider still being close from academy days, and Goose trying to spare him a heartbreak.

Not feat. Merlin, but he'll be there too. And an absolutely oblivious Ice. Like... Man, really? He can't stop staring and you spend years not noticing? Ugh!!!

[...]

Maybe winning Top Gun could do the trick.

Yeah. Yeah, it could.

"hey, Coug. How you doing?"

"I'm good. Fuck, sorry... That migs truly messed up our lifelong plans, mh?"

"can't blame you. How's your baby boy?" Cougar laughed on the line.

"keeping me awake at night. worse than you."

"hey! I never--"

"Sli. My dear, good Sli. How many times I threatened to dump your restless ass out of the room?"

"you guys would've never." slider pout over the phone, he knew his tone would reflect it, and he knew Cougar was still not immune. The man laughed again.

"no, because you would make us feel guilty forever with that puppy face. Enough about that. Tell me." he lowered his voice to a more conspiring tone. "you gonna do it? You can't have done already, we would know."

Slider hesitated.

"when we win..." he settled in the end. Cougar let out a soft whistle.

"when you win. Not if. When. Sli, you start acting like your pretty boy too."

Yeah, he was. Except Ice wasn't his.

And he never would.

"keep me posted on your training, yeah? I know, I know, I'm out and I chose it, but you're still one of my closest friends. You're my baby brother. So you'll have to tell me everything."

Slider hummed in agreement and the phone call finished with him not telling everything. Actually, with him lying.

[...]

"you were friends. He can't be that terrible." Mav said.

"he is. Let me tell you, it's gonna end up in tears and heartbreak. I'd hate to see that."

But whose, he wondered. And yet he knew. And he hated it much more than he ever claimed he would.

"what are you trying to do, Goose?"

Slider asked, his voice so different now, hardened, where was the softness?

"me? Nothing. Why do you think--"

"telling your short pilot that Ice is not good enough for him. What the fuck?! Ice is more than enough."

Goose frowned, he swallowed, looked back at him.

"I was--"

"are you trying to hurt Tom? Because that's what's gonna happen. Fuck. He can't stop talking about him. The way he laughs, the smile, the way his eyes shines and--"

"reminds me of someone..." goose found himself whisper and Slider chuckled. He sounded vaguely wet.

"your pilot too, mh?" the smile was far from reaching his eyes. Goose wanted to reach out the way he used to.

"both of them, yeah."

"both of----"

Oh. Oh...

Goose noticed his lower lip tremble slightly as he stretched them in a smile. So, so sad. Distant. Teary.

"don't Goose."

And there. There it was, that softness. Not lost, just hidden. Hidden behind pain and tears a heart that Goose knew was hurting more than he deserved.

"I'm not worth the trouble. Besides, I love the smile he has now. Don't take it away for something never meant to happen."

(goose thought of calling both Merlin and Cougar to Miramar for backup. He didn't thought he would make that call with his heart stuck into his throat after the disaster Hop 31 ended up being. He expected the tears, but not the punch Cougar managed to land on Ice. Neither him nor Merlin stopped him when he lounged, though.)

⬆️ That is just an idea if I want it to end in actual tears. The other idea still has tears and a punch, but Sli is "just" in a coma.

[paisholotus]

Zimbini

Jamaica

Stella's Pov

We finally made it back to Jamaica. And Erik was sleeping soundly on my lap. I brushed my thumb across his cheek, smiling softly at the boy. Then I frowned a little. How was I going to tell him his father was killed by his uncle? This whole situation broke my heart. Erik already doesn't have his mother, and he just lost his father and doesn't even know it.

 

Our plane smoothly landed, and two of my men waited in the front for me to exit. I looked down at Erik, and my smile returned as I softly shook him. "Erik, wake up, honey. Wi here." He slowly sat up, wiping his eyes, and looked out the window, looking surprised with a tiny smile on his face.

 

I got up, grabbed his hand, and my men grabbed his belongings as we walked off the plane. He looked up and said, "This is Jamaica?" He asked. Scrunching up his face, I chuckled and nodded. "Yes, we'll be at the palace soon. There's sum people mi wa yuh tuh meet." He nervously nodded and squeezed my hand.

 

"Yuh hungry?" I asked, and he smiled and said yes. We walked to our car, and I told the driver to go to one of my favorite restaurants. Riding down the strip, passing all the restaurants and shops, Erik stared at everything, amazed, looking out to the clear ocean.

 

"Yuh, like it?" I asked him, and he nodded, continuing to look out the window. I chuckled and told the driver to stop the car. We pulled to the side of the street, and I decided we would walk to the restaurant so Erik could get a better look at everything. I told my men to just meet back here after we're done eating. They were hesitant but followed my orders anyway. I don't need guards 24/7; I can take care of myself.

 

"Yuh, eva ave Jamaican food?" I asked Erik. "I think once, but I don't remember what it was." He said, looking up at me. I nodded and walked into the restaurant. It wasn't that crowded today, probably because it was only 12:00. But wait till 2 or 3; this place will be packed. "Well, yuh, inna luck dis mi favorite place, dem ave di best food." I told him excitedly. I love food; it's good for your soul.

 

"Have you talked to my dad yet?" He asked. I froze and put on a nervous smile. "Not yet. But I'm sure he'll call soon." I said, grabbing his hand and holding it. As we ate and asked simple questions, I could tell he was a quiet kid. He didn't really talk much, but it made me feel better that he was still enjoying his food.

 

I paid and got us desserts for later. We got into the car, making our way to the palace. It was 30 minutes away from the restaurant. We came up to the gates, and Erik stared wide-eyed as we drove over the bridge, overpassing the ocean. The sun was just now setting, and it was truly beautiful. But I guess I could bitterly say Wakanda had better sunsets.

When we finally got in front of the palace, I heard Erik mutter. "Damn." I chuckled. "It's nice, right?" He looked back at me and laughed. "It's ight. Probably not as nice as Wakanda." I rolled my eyes. Boy, hasn't even seen the place yet. "Mmcht, Wakanda nuh get nothting pan mi. Now, let's go. It's getting dark." I said, stepping out of the car.

My men and women greeted me by bowing. Erik kind of leaned into me, looking up at them. They were kind of intimidating, but that was a good thing. My general approached me, bowing and giving me a kind smile. "My Queen. It's good to see you." She said, hugging me. "Gud seeing you too, Milla." I said, stepping back. She looked down at Erik and gave him a tiny smile. "Who is this, little one?" I pulled Erik close and gave Loric my second command, Erik's belongings. "Take these to his room. This is Erik, N'Jobu's son." She looked confused as to why he was here. I gave her a look so to not say anything.

She looked back down and nodded her head forward. I led him past the fountain that looked like it was shooting out fire; at least, that's what my granddaughter says. I looked down at Erik with a big smile on his face, talking Milla's head off. Probably the most he's talked since he's been with me. I looked back and huffed. This was going to be a long night. 

 

Milla- General Of The Oorun Jagunjagun (Sun Warriors)

Loric- Second Command Of The Oorun Jagunjagun

[taegularities]

Hi lovely Rid 💕💕

I'm coming in with one of my irrelevant and possibly annoying rants™ that I haven't done in a while.

But the part in cmi blooming where Jungkook was talking about how OC isn't even meeting his standards, she's actually building them made me think of my crush and :((

I'm usually so so wary when I talk to guys because in my experience, sooner or later, they always say something that makes me feel weird or uncomfortable, like they start being misogynistic or homophobic, or they start treating me weird. And don't get me started on the toxic masculinity!!!

So when I started talking more to my crush and realising I like him, I thought that the more I got to know him, I would find out something about him that would put me off, like it usually happens. But this man is literally too perfect????

He is so intentional with all of his political and moral views, with the activism he's doing, with the way he's intentionally defying gender norms. If someone says something weird, like sexist or any other kind, he'll be the first to call the person out on it. None of it feels performative either, just really intentional because he realises his privilege and uses it for good. And he's so kind and caring too, listens so well and remembers things about his friend's interests. Like his whole films watchlist is full of his friend's favourite movies and he must have a friend who's an army too because every time we come to that topic he knows so much 🥺🥺 I was nervous about giving him my discord because it's got a jungkook profile pic and everything but he just started asking like isn't he in the military now etc. Literally the biggest green flag of a person.

He's the one currently setting the standard for me! And the problem is that I really don't think he likes me back and now I don't know who else will meet all these standards lmaoo. But when I'm not feeling pessimistic and I look at it from the bright side, he has genuinely restored a little bit of my faith in men (just like bts actually) Because if he exists then surely there are others like him, right 😔

Anyway, this is a bit of an aimless rant, just had to get that off my chest. But of course, cmi Jungkook is the ultimate standard and nobody can surpass him!!

Thank you for listening as always, Rid. Love you 💞💞💞

hi ivi, my sweetheart 🤍

reading smth so wholesome after attending meetings of 4.5h is 🥹 the way you talk about him is so incredibly endearing and made me beaaaaam!! and it fills me with hope once again that such wonderful people do exist. even if you only remain friends, i'm so happy you've found someone who helps you restore faith in humanity. he truly sounds amazing :D and isn't it freaking amazing how knowing the right person makes you realise just what you look for in people? like, having no type but finding a standard in someone amazing is such a grand and irreplaceable compliment. (you should tell him how cool he is 🥺 he'd love that, i bet 🥺)

i was already going to mention it before you said it yourself, but i think he's the ultimate proof that not everything in this world is rotten. i know love doesn't always come easy to us, and somewhere in us, the fear of being disappointed is always present. i guess that's how you know how much you value and cherish your heart and that you won't settle for hurt 🤍 but, while everyone always says this to me, i want to tell you, too, that awesome people come into our lives at just the right moment, and that if things truly do not work out with your crush, there'll be someone one day who'll make you believe in the best in people, too and who'll love you in ways you soooo deserve (although cmon, your crush is tooootally missing out!! 😁). but keep holding onto hope bc love and tenderness do exist and we'll alllll get our very own cmi jk one day for sure, and he'll worship the ground we walk on just as he does with oc 🥺🤍

none of your rants are aimless or irrelevant and least of all annoying. in fact, more!! lol i always miss them when you're away!! i actually apologise for rambling, too like odidgsududh :') love you, ivi, thank you for putting a smile on my face bc this msg was the most wholesome thing ever <3