#being a granny over a grandpa

[lavenderjewels]

I love how much the old sorcerers don’t give a shit about gender

[soccer-love]

Iceland vs Germany

Glódís Viggósdóttir x reader

When Glodis and I started dating, my beautiful baby girl Rory was almost two three old.

By the time we got together, we had already played together at Bayern Munich for over a year so of curse she knew about my girl and accepted the fact that I would do everything to protect her.

Glodis and Rory get along really well, after our first six dates and her asking me to be her girlfriend, she suggested to have a date with her.

We didn't to anything fancy, we went to a lake a bit outside of Munich, we got some ice cream, walked along the water and played a little with her at a playground.

"Glo? "she asked, as we where sitting on the swings there.

"Yes, Rory?"

"What is your favorite animal?"

I laughed at her question, knowing exactly where this was going.

"Well I like elephants a lot, there babys are super cute." Glodis answered all of her questions with so much patience and softness that it made me love her even more.

"At...mom and I went to the Zoo and they had elephants there..." Rory explains and I nod "We could go there and I show you them."

Yeah I was definitely right, the zoo is one of her favorite places to go here in Munich.

"Oh we should definitely do that."

The next weekend, we went there, I watched Glodis picking up Rory so they could look over the fences together.

"Did you know that baby kangaroos are only the size of a bean when they get born." Glodis said and I pulled out my phone to take a picture of them.

This was one and a half years ago, since then, Rory and I met Glodis family in Iceland and she met ours. We moved into a bigger apartment together and we became a family.

We spend almost all of our time together, exploring the city together and going on little adventures.

At the days where we have training Rory goes to Kindergarden and when we are away for games she stays with my parents or my best friend.

And when where back, we three have a big cuddle session and then talk about our days.

"Granny showed me a....a...-" Rory says, struggling to find the word.

"This thing, where the world is a ball."

"A globe." I say and she nods.

"Yes and then I showed her where I am from." she explains and I smile.

"You mean Munich." Glodis asks but Rory shakes her head.

"No...Iceland." while I look a bit confused I notice a smile on her lips.

"But Rory your German." I say.

"No I am not."

"Where are you from?" Glodis and I ask at the same time and I see that she had pulled out her phone to recored everything.

"From Iceland." Rory answers.

"Yessss." Glodis cheered while I look at her stunned.

"No your not, your German." I say.

"No Iceland is better." Rory looks over at Glodis, who is laughing at the whole thing.

"I beg you pardon."

"You don't understand." she says and sits down between me and Glodis on the sofa, taking both of our hands.

"Grandpa is Englisch and Granny is German so you are both." she explains and I nod, before she looks over at Glodis.

"And you are from Iceland and you are from German so I am both." she explains, looking back and forth between me and Glodis.

"That's right baby." I say and look over at Glodis, my heart that was already beating faster at Rorys words, is now as fast as the wings of a humming bird as I see a small tear running down her cheek.

We have some dinner and bring Rory to bed together. But before Glodis can sit down on the sofa again I grab her hand and pull her into my arms.

"Are you okay?" she softly asks, wrapping her arms around me.

"Yeah...I'm just...I love you both so much."

"I love you too...and it was rally cute what Rory said about her being Icelandic too." she says and places a small kiss on my cheek. "You two feel like a family."

"We are a family." I say and she smiles.

"My family."

[yourmomsawh0r3]

Barbecue

pairing: No Apocalypse Joel Miller x Fem! Pregnant Wife reader

summary: the miller family has gathered their family and friends to have a barbecue

The summer sun was beginning to set, casting a warm, golden glow over the Miller household. Joel and Y/N had been preparing for this barbecue for weeks, wanting everything to be perfect for their family and friends. The scent of grilled burgers and hot dogs wafted through the air, mingling with the laughter and chatter of loved ones gathered in their backyard.

Ellie and Sarah were running around the living room when the doorbell rang. They sprinted to the door, flinging it open to reveal their grandparents.

"Grandpa! Granny!" Ellie shouted, launching herself into Joel's parents' arms.

"MawMaw! Pawpaw!" Sarah followed, hugging Y/N's parents tightly.

Joel and Y/N's parents laughed, enveloping the girls in warm embraces. Joel's mom knelt down to their level. "Look at you two! Getting bigger every time we see you."

Y/N's mom gave Sarah a gentle squeeze. "How are our favorite girls doing?"

As the grandparents fussed over the girls, Joel and Y/N exchanged smiles. Joel's dad straightened up and looked at his son and daughter-in-law. "You two have done a wonderful job with this place. It's beautiful."

Y/N's dad nodded in agreement. "And how's our expecting mom doing? How close are you to being due?"

Y/N rubbed her belly, smiling warmly. "About three more months to go."

Joel's mom stepped forward, eyes twinkling. "Mind if we give the baby a little hello?"

Y/N laughed softly. "Of course not."

Both grandmothers gently placed their hands on Y/N's belly, their faces lighting up. "This is Granny here," Joel's mom said. "We can't wait for you to be here."

Y/N's mom added, "And this is Mawmaw. We're all so excited to meet you."

Ellie and Sarah watched in awe as their grandparents talked to the baby, their excitement palpable. Joel placed a hand on Y/N's shoulder, feeling a wave of love and gratitude for the family surrounding them.

"Need any help, hon?" Joel's mom asked, turning to Y/N.

"I'm alright, thank you," Y/N replied, placing a hand on her belly. "Just making sure everything's set up."

Joel's dad chuckled, "You kids have outdone yourselves. This is quite the spread."

Tommy and Maria arrived shortly after, their little one toddling around, trying to keep up with the older kids. Joel manned the grill, flipping burgers with practiced ease, while Y/N set the table with a spread of side dishes and drinks.

As the evening wore on, everyone settled down to eat. Joel made sure Y/N had a comfortable seat and plenty of food, fussing over her until she playfully swatted his hand away.

"Joel, I'm fine. Go eat," she laughed.

He kissed her cheek and went to join the others. The conversations flowed easily, filled with laughter and the occasional clink of glasses. Joel looked around, feeling a deep sense of contentment. This was what he had always wanted a loving family, good friends, and a home filled with joy.

At one point, Y/N started fanning herself with a paper plate, the heat of the southern summer getting to her. Joel noticed and quickly turned on the fan for her.

"Baby, why didn’t you tell me you were hot?" he asked, concern etched on his face.

Y/N smiled, wiping the sweat off his forehead. "Honey, we live in the South, and it’s 90° outside. I’m pretty sure everyone’s hot. But thank you, baby."

Joel grinned, kissing her on the cheek. "Anything for you."

As the night drew to a close and the last of their guests departed, Joel and Y/N saw their daughters off to bed. Ellie and Sarah were exhausted from all the excitement, and they fell asleep almost as soon as their heads hit the pillows.

Joel returned to the living room, finding Y/N on the couch, her feet propped up. He sat down beside her, his hand instinctively going to her belly. He rubbed it gently, feeling the baby move beneath his touch.

"How's our little one doing?" he asked softly.

"Active," Y/N replied with a smile. "I think they enjoyed all the excitement today."

Joel leaned down, pressing kisses all over her belly. "Hey there, baby. Did you have a good time? We can't wait to meet you."

Y/N watched him, her heart swelling with love. "You're going to be an amazing dad again."

Joel looked up at her, his eyes filled with emotion. "And you're going to be an incredible mom. Again."

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, Joel's hands never leaving her belly. He continued to rub and kiss it, whispering sweet nothings to their unborn child. Y/N rested her head on his shoulder, feeling completely at peace.

"I love you, Joel," she murmured.

"I love you too, Y/N," he replied, kissing her forehead. "More than you'll ever know."

As they sat there, wrapped in each other's arms, they knew that no matter what the future held, they would face it together, with their growing family by their side.

[adrianasunderworld]

TwstxStardew Valley au!

Yuu inherited the Ramshackle farm from their grandfather. It's located in the little town of Night Raven in the Valley of Sages. Shortly after moving in, they find a cat called Grim. Now it's up to Yuu to restore the farm and town to it's former glory. All the characters are the townsfolk, all the staff are the ones that run the local businesses, and Crowley is the mayor. And all the students are the marriage candidates.

Sam runs the general store, but unlike Pierre he's pretty cool. Vargas is the blacksmith. Trien is the librarian, and his cat hangs out amongst the shelves. Crewel I was thinking we have a new business that is the local clothing store where you can buy the bag upgrade from him and instead of the sewing machine being in Emily's house, it's in the shop. So all that stuff would be in one place.

Kalim as the resident animal lover I can see being the one that sells you your farm animals. Maybe his business is a branch of his parents much larger business that he runs and Jamil is his employee.

I feel like it goes without saying that Idia is the Sebastian here. He's the freelance programmer living in his parents basement, and Ortho Is his kid brother you see running around town that always tells Yuu about how cool his brother actually is.

Silver lives with his veteran dad in their little cottage in the woods outside your farm, they like living off the land out there. I can also see Lilia and Baul as the ones that run the adventurers guild. Maybe the Zigvolt family dental clinic is also in town and Sebek works there. And in that same vein, maybe Mrs. Rosehearts is the town doctor and her son, Riddle, is her assistant. She's planned everything out that Riddle will become a doctor like her and take over the clinic one day.

Epel is still a farm boy here, it feels right, he's in his element in this au. The Felmiers run an orchard on the opposite side of town. His granny used to know your grandpa, and maybe Farmer Yuu can buy fruit tree saplings from them.And of course get a good price on the apple ones.

Deuce is the former town delinquent that lives with his single mom. He's doing his best to turn their life around, he grew out of his old ways and wants to do better. I can see his heart events being about people assuming he's going to cause trouble because of his old habits and Deuce having to prove he's not that little teenage punk anymore. And instead of Idia/Sebastian, Deuce is the one that takes you on the motorcycle date if you romance him.

Mostro Lounge is the equivalent of the Stardrop Saloon, and Azul is th owner with the tweels working for him.

Malleus I can see being the one that lives in the wizard tower in the woods outside your farm. He's studied magic all his life because it's all he's ever known. But he wants very badly to interact with the town and the villagers, but everyone tends to stay away. The only exceptions being Lilia, Silver, and Sebek. That is until Yuu moves in and discovers his tower, and once Malleus helps them understand the Juiminos in the community center, they become better friends.

@mangacupcake @marrondrawsalot @writing-heiress @the-weirdos-mind

[obitos-whore]

First date headcanons/imagine for Obito

Tw: None. Just fluff and chaos/crack, cuz I feel like bullying good ol' Bito today and needed something to cheer myself up

Plans everything down to the tiniest detail. From the time and location to the stuff you will be doing. Obito is a perfectionist and aims to impress his darling.

He gets incredibly irritated when someone points out that he's going overboard and "doing too much" for his first date

When it finally comes to taking his darling out, the first thing he'll do is give them a large bouquet of their favourite flowers. He may or may not have bought up the entire stock of them too

He'll take you to the Hokage monument, where he has planned a nice picnic, followed by watching the sunset and some romantic stargazing afterwards for the two of you

What makes it extra special is the fact that he had prepared the food all by himself. Which is a huge deal, considering Obito is not the greatest when it comes to cooking. He does manage to heat up water in a kettle for his instant ramen without burning it, but the rest of his kitchen is basically just decoration

That's why he took cooking lessons from the grannies and gentlemanly advices from the grandpas of Konoha, to sharpen up his cooking skills and perfect his mannerism

When you two arrive at the top of the Hokage mountain, the first disaster occurs right away; a wild animal has ravaged the site and eaten all the foods he had prepared, including your favourite dessert

This leaves Obito in shambles and looking like a soaked puppy that has been kicked multiple times. He just wanted to impress you and now he stands there with absolutely nothing but the remains of what was supposed to be the perfect day

He tries to do some damage control and quickly comes up with a back-up plan to save not only whatever dignity he got left, but also to make the day still somehow enjoyable despite this bitter setback

That's when the second disaster comes buzzing right towards you. Literally

At first, it's only a few bees showing interest in your flowers. No worries, right? But it gradually gets more until Obito swats one particularly pesky bee away from your face

Aggravated by that action, the bees suddenly got a new target: You

Realising his mistake, Obito grabs you by the wrist and drags you with him all the way down the flight of stairs and back into the village

During your escape, you try to keep the pursuing bees at bay, using your bouquet as a makeshift swatter, which doesn't prove to be effective and only angers the little insects more. Resulting in the both of you getting stung

Not wanting you to get hurt further, Obito scooped you up and acted as a shield to protect you from those nasty stingers and therefore took the most of it

In a last, desperate attempt to distract and hopefully get rid of your pursuers, you drop the bouquet, which once again proves ineffective

It wasn't until Obito had reached the entrance to the Uchiha District that the aggressive pursuit suddenly came to a stop, thanks to the Aburame clan, who had been informed about a rampaging bee swarm

Hungry, sweaty, exhausted and with a shit ton of burning bee stings everywhere, Obito sets you back down

You can tell that he's completely devastated and humiliated by today's events

"I am so sorry, Y/n... I swear! I had everything planned out. The picnic, the sunset, the stargazing... And for what?"

Unable to bear the sight of Obito being so disheartened over what happened, you suggest to take care of his stings for him and get takeout and just have a stay at home date

Obito, genuinely surprised that you didn't ditch him after that fiasco, happily agrees to your suggestion

While taking care of the poor guy, he does his best not to complain about the pain caused by the stings, even though sitting down not only hurts like ass, but, in fact, also hurts his ass

Once you're done tending to the pincushion Uchiha, he sets up a nice little candlelight dinner, with some old candles he had found in one of the kitchen drawers

It's certainly not the most romantic first date, but it's not a complete flop either

[mossyivy]

(If u already mentioned something about this then pls ignore this)

But the dynamic between Leon, his wife, and the kids it’s giving me — his wife’s mom loves him soo much/smothers him and same with the grandkids. While the wife’s dad…whenever they’re alone there’s that tension. That “oh, so you’re the one dating —err my daughter’s husband despite Leon and his wife being married for ever how long 😂 there’s always that dynamic lol.

Imagine they’re visiting the grandparents house. Kids excited. Violet acting like she’s not (she is), Cecilia happy and kicking her feet because she knows granny makes the best cakes/pastries, and Scotty..well whatever babies do. Babble.

While Leon is out here sweating and his wife all happy seeing her parents again.

Timeline establishing moment: they met in late '07- early '08. Got married in late '10 and conceived Violet on their honeymoon (they weren't fucking around with having babies). So if we're going by current times of '24 they've been married 14ish years...

Readers parents I'd imagine we're an old fashioned couple. Her father probably an Ex military general. Like, Leon even in the Army heard stories of this guy but never got to meet him until you brought him home to your folks. Your mother was just a homemaker raising her daughter on the words of Betty Friedan and Gloria Steinem. Raising a strong woman with the love/compassion of her mother and the strong will/ambition of her father.

But yes! His wife's mother absolutely ADORES Leon. Every time they visit she immediately starts fussing at him about taking care of himself too along with the family. Probably shoves food on him like a dealer trying to sell drugs. Literally will not stop giving him kisses on his head and calling him "the perfect son she always wanted". Insists on him calling her Mom which he happily obliged. She's so happy you married a good man like Leon and gave her 3 beautiful grandbabies.

Her father... Oh God... The moment Leon hears his father-in-law mutter "Hello Leon." He's immediately like misses puff...

Leon is PETRIFIED of this man. Always calls him Sir. Even when her father calls him Leonard (literally not even his name...) The only bonuses Leon has going for him is working for the government (good pay and job security), can protect his family/army training and giving them grandkids.

But grandpa with their grandbabies... COMPLETELY DIFFERENT MAN. Super gentle and sweet, especially towards his granddaughters. Constantly slips them money. Grandma is doting over Scottie, she loves babies, and taking him off their hands.

Violet is constantly acting like she doesn't want to be there, but the second grandpa shows up it's like she's 5 again she's so excited. Cecilia too, running at top speed to throw herself at him. He slips them both $20, Cecilia excited that she got money runs back to her parents... So grandpa slips Violet another $20 cause he knows she's older. Knows the worth of money and before they leave they always get a fat check for each kids college funds their grandparents opened for them as soon as they found out they existed. (Ofc grandparents spend their retirement on their grandbabies)

Cecilia gets to go home with half a cake from grandma and frozen cookie dough because as good as a baker daddy is grandma's still the best (🙄)

Violet gets her money and a new crochet hat every visit. She has a collection of them that she keeps her pin collection stuck to.

Scott gets toys, a trunk load of toys and clothes that he can grow into. Plus a lot of advice on raising a baby... Like you two hadn't already been raising 2 girls but okay.

[violetken]

what if megumi's mom never died?

WARNING: CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR JUJUTSU KAISEN MANGA!!!!!!!

(I’ve been thinking about Toji x Megumi’s mama so much and I decided to make a long rant about an AU where she lived! I’m not Gege, so take this with a grain of salt.)

To start off, it is canon that megumama was the only woman that Toji ever ‘truly gave himself to’. She made him a better person, and her death highly influenced him to do the actions we see in canon. That being said, if she was alive, ‘hidden inventory’ would be pretty boring. Toji wouldn’t assassinate Riko, and would ideally be working a random job in an office to provide for his family. However, Haibara’s death would still occur, and unfortunately, Geto would turn to the dark side. Geto was born cursed to begin with, and there are so many other factors besides Riko’s assassination that drove him insane.

Gojo’s personality had a significant change after Toji attacked him in canon. Since Toji never attacks him in this AU, I like to think his personality would be slightly different than we see now. Probably more annoying/immature. He also might not always keep his limitless technique on 24/7. 

Megumi’s cursed technique would still be here in this AU, and therefore he still is Toji’s winning card against the Zenin clan. Toji likely would have more children with megumama as well, so there is a possibility of having other children with powerful cursed techniques. However, Tsumiki and Megumi would have no knowledge of one another, since Toji wouldn’t have married her mother. 

Speaking of Megumi, he’d be a happier teen, and have a good childhood since he has both parents, siblings & an overall stable family life. His personality would be very different! I like to think he’d be a little bit more like Yuuji or even Gojo. In canon, he thinks his parents left him, and he had no one to rely on, which is why he behaves the way we see. In this AU, it is the opposite. 

I believe Toji would allow Satoru Gojo to mentor and train Megumi. Megumi and Gojo would likely get along very well. Toji would form some what of an alliance with Gojo. Additionally, Toji would definitely train Maki & help her reach her highest potential. Toji & megumama might even take care of both Mai & Maki, knowing how cruel the Zenin clan was to them, and they all bond over their hatred of their clan. If Toji chooses to take both the girls under his wing, the relationship between the sisters would have been much much much stronger, and Mai likely wouldn’t have died. 

In this AU, Sukuna and Kenjaku are still lurking and scheming. Therefore, Shibuya & the culling games & everything after would still occur, but certain things would just be a tad bit different. For example, Granny Ogami wouldn’t bring Toji’s soul back from the dead, and he wouldn’t wreck havoc. There is a 50/50 chance of Gojo being sealed. It doesn’t matter much though, because he will eventually be unsealed anyway. 

If Toji interferes in the Shibuya battles that take place, there is a slight chance that deaths could’ve been avoided, such as Nanami & Nobara. However, the deaths of some characters seem unavoidable, such as Principal Yaga, Mechamaru & Grandpa Zenin. There is always the possibility of Toji dying in Shibuya too, but let's say that he survives Shibuya. Characters would still be heavily injured from Shibuya: Inumaki losing his arm, Maki & Nanami getting burns, Nobara & Nanami both losing an eye. 

Since Mai is alive in this AU, the Zenin clan massacre likely would not have occurred. Megumi & Naoya would still fight over the position of the new clan head. With Megumi having support from Choso, Toji, his siblings, Maki, Mai, Yuuji, and literally so many more people, Naoya wouldn’t even be a problem & Megumi would win in a landslide….Therefore, the Zenin clan would go through vast changes, now that Megumi is in control, and has the help of Toji/Maki/Mai.

Sukuna likely would not have been able to possess Megumi. Instead, it likely would’ve been Yuuji’s body or maybe one of Megumi’s siblings (if they have special cursed techniques) bodies that Gojo is fighting in the current arc. Without Megumi/Sukuna’s shikigami, Gojo would have a much easier time defeating Sukuna. It won’t be easy to save the vessel while defeating Sukuna (we don’t even know currently in the manga what is going to happen…), so the chances of Sukuna’s vessel dying are 50/50. 

After defeating Sukuna, the group likely would go after Kenjaku, and most likely return victorious. Gojo would put Geto’s body to rest once and for all. 

Overall, Jujutsu Kaisen would be a bit less dark and would have a somewhat happy ending with most of the characters being alive (although some of them are not in good shape, but who gives af at least they are alive).

That’s it for now, let me know what you guys think!

[sivyera]

Yandere TDATT characters being in love with you would include...

ft. arvin, preston, lee, willard, lenora

a/n: pls don't kill me for the preston part, i mean some of you simp for joker who is much worse, btw y/n and Lenora are 18

༻♛༺

⤷ Arvin Eugene Russell

-Arvin would probably first met you at school when he was waiting for Lenora. He saw you standing up for Lenora to her bullies which immediately made him curious about you.

-So he would ask Lenora about you, he'd also told her to befriend you so you can help her in school, definitely not to know more about you.

-POSSESSIVE

-He would stalk you, sometimes he'd be in his car, driving behind your walking figure on the street, or he would sneak to your house at night watching you sleep or shower or do literally anything.

-He will protect you more than he does Lenora. If anyone even look at you the wrong way, they will end up with several broken bones. And if someone tries to touch you without your permission or make you slightly uncomfortable, the person will end up dead.

-After some time he will approach you. Starting a conversation about how glad he is that Lenora has you, that he cannot be around her to protect her all the time.

-He would never hurt you. Maybe if you find out that he killed someone for you, he would try to manipulate you, but he would never punch your or something similar.

-He would kidnap you soon, just to make sure that you are safe with him. He would also take a good care of you, will give you some freedom when he trusts you enough that you won't run away.

-He would want to spend every minute with you and he won't ever let you go, he loves you so much.

⤷ Preston Teagardin

-Preston would meet you in church after your grandma took you there. You didn't believe in god (you were atheist) and just lived normal life but that was to your grandma a sin. Your grandpa didn't really care because he was atheist as well so you often made jokes about your granny's faith.

-When Preston saw you he knew that he wants you. Your beaty was unbelievable. Which made him curious about you. He saw in your eyes that you don't believe in god and that's what attracted him.

-Your grandma told him how sinful you are and asked him if he could talk to you, which he gladly accepted.

-He would manipulate your grandma to think that he needs more time with you, alone. So she will make you go to the church more often, than he could be alone with you.

-Possessive and obsessive, will also stalk you a lot. Probably in his car at night looking into your window at you.

-He wouldn't even try to convince you to believe in god because he himself doesn't believe in him. He is also atheist he's just doing it for the money and power.

-You two will be alone in the church or after some time in his house. He would be over the moon because he can have you all to himself. BUT he wouldn't do anything without your verbal consent, because he would never hurt you in any way.

-Your relationship will be a secret from the start, just few glances and his death stares at anyone who's talking to you.

-But after some time he wouldn't be able to control himself anymore. He just has to have you, all the time. He can't get enough of you.

-He will kidnap you unless you go voluntarily. If yes than you two will run away and live somewhere in countryside where no one will bother you. You will have freedom around the house and on the yard, but he's the one who will go for grocery OR he will go with you, just to make sure no one will talk nor touch his precious angel.

⤷ Lee Bodecker

-Lee will stop you while he was working because you drove too fast. When he pull you over he was too stunned to speak. You were beautiful and he saw fire in your eyes.

-He shook his head and flirt with you, but enough not to make it weird nor make you uncomfortable. At the end of the day he didn't give you the speed ticket and let you go under one condition, which was to give him your name and phone number.

-After that he will make excuses to talk to you, so he would either stop you at the driveway or call you or knock on your door for a talk (because he will found out where you live by stalking you or looking into your file at the police station)

-He is also a stalker but not that much like Arvin, Preston or Willard. He will call it 'looking out for you just in case some men will make you uncomfortable' because he's a policeman, after all it's his job ;)

-He will offer you his help to stay close to you, doesn't matter if you need help with grocery or drop you somewhere in his police car.

-If anyone touches you, make you uncomfortable OR dare to flirt with you, he will arrest them for a long time and make sure they will leave you alone.

-He won't be rude to you or harsh but he will be dominant (like every other characters except Lenora) because he is policeman, you will have to have some respect for him.

-He will kidnap you sooner rather than later, just in case no man will hurt you, this city is cruel...and he can have you for himself.

⤷ Willard Russell

-Willard couldn't take his eyes off of you, when he saw you at that bar. He will talk to you as long as possible and he will flirt with you. After your shift he will take you home to make sure you are fine, definitely not to find out where you live ;)

-He will come to that bar more often to see you and talk to you, will also protect you like that, because no man would even try to talk to you when they saw that Willard is near you.

-At night he will sneak into your house and sat next to your bed, watching you sleep for few hours, you now again just in case.

-He is the most possessive of them all, also the biggest stalker. If anyone will try to talk to you, he will wait on them somewhere in private so no one could see what he will do to that man, because i'm telling you the man that talked to you won't survive or he will have a REALLY hard time.

-He will kidnap you after just two months, this world is too dangerous for someone so beautiful and precious like you.

-He also wouldn't hurt you but he will manipulate you if you won't listen to him. He is also the most dominant, he is veteran so he has some discipline and will 'teach' you how to listen to him.

-Won't let you out of the house but otherwise you have freedom and if you need anything from the shop, he will either go with you or buy anything you need. Most of the time you will stay home tho.

⤷ Lenora Laftery 

-Lenora will meet you at school, you were her new classmate. She is the purest of them all but don't let her innocence fool you. She might be pure and innocent but she's not dumb, she can use it.

-From the start she will pray to god every night so he make her emotions for you vanish. But she will get use to them after some time.

-She will make herself a victim more than she already is to make you protect her from her bullies.

-She is more like your worshiper. Let's say you will became her new 'god' more like goddess, she will worship the ground you walk on, will pray every night for you and your love.

-She will also be a bit confused how much emotions she feels towards you, unhealthy emotions like lust, obsession, desire,... which she finds sinful and horrible but she cannot help herself.

-She won't stalk you... lot, but will kind of spend as much time with you as possible, which means sleepover or study dates (like she likes to call it, even tho they aren't)

-She also won't kidnap you made she will make herself look like a victim even more so you will stay by her side, if you talk to other guys she will act hurt and will say that the guys has been bullying her so you will eventually stop talking to him. She loves you and won't let you leave her side.

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tags: @clarks-letterman hope you like it!

[brettanomycroft]

One of my favorite things about episode 21 of The Magnus Protocol is how when [Error] swoops in and begins compelling Gwen, Ink5oul isn't freaked out or confused, just kind of annoyed. They've almost got that same exasperation as when you've got all your friends over for a party, and then your mom comes in trying to be cool and kills the vibe. You can't *do* anything about it because it's your mom, but you'll grumble about it for a bit and maybe call her a mean name under your breath.

Like obviously this reads as a pretty funny moment, but also from a story perspective is interesting because [Error] is coming out of The Magnus Institute and in this world The Institute? It's old news. A has-been. From the perspective of the OIAR, The Magnus Institute is a solved problem and a relic of the past. The Horrors are a young person's game now, but here's this "specter of an older world" out here trying to be relevant again. [Error] is out here with tape recorders and Ink5oul is like "get with the times, grandpa."

And I wonder what that says, both within the story and to the TMA fans in the audience, that we have example after example of being burdened or slowed down by a relic from the past, be it outdated PC terminals, turn-of-the-millenium software, the meaning of The Magnus Institute and the Archives universe, or some weird granny ghost that messes up your tattoo torture plans.

[whinlatter]

Hello!! First of all I wanted to say I’m obsessed with your writing ❤️ Your hinny feels so real and nuanced, and I really appreciate how well you address their trauma and struggles they might have in their relationship while also showing their deep love for each other. Because of this, I would LOVE to hear any thoughts you have on what Harry and Ginny would be like as parents, such as what their biggest challenges would be/how they'd get through it, etc (and if you have hcs about the kids that would be the icing on the cake 😁)

you are a true angel for this! although i do (of course, always) have takes on harry and ginny as parents, i'm going to save them for another day while i still have other writing bits to do. BUT what i do have is a WIP fragment of a dad!harry and james scene that i originally wrote for the orchards sequel and that i'll probably never do anything with but that i sort of like anyway, because james is my favourite potter child for no reason other than i love the idea of harry potter and ginny weasley having accidentally given birth to someone easygoing/ronald weasley 2.0. i really hope you enjoy!

In the kitchen, four o’clock, sunny day, warm. He takes the potatoes out of the oven, gives them a good shake in the tray.

‘It’s nice, our house.’ 

When he looks up, James is at the kitchen island, going to town on an enormous bag of crisps. It’s a source of professional anxiety how easy it is for his children to sneak up on him. ‘Glad you think so,’ he says to James, as he puts the potatoes back in the oven. ‘You’ve only lived in it your whole life.’

‘Yeah, but I never really thought about it before.’ Big bite, raspy crunch. When he turns back, James is looking out of the kitchen window, peering into the garden, like it's his first time seeing it. ‘When you’re little, you just think it’s your house, don’t you. You don’t think, hey, this house is nice. You just think, this is our house.’ 

‘I suppose not. Don't fill up on crisps, you'll not want dinner.'

His son scoffs at that - as well he might, the appetite on him these days. Gin says it's a Weasley birthright. With another munch, James starts examining the ceiling beams. 'I like it,' he says decisively. ‘It’s a good house. Big, loads of light. Homely. Good garden, plenty of bedrooms. Gets sunshine from all sides. Not far from Granny and Grandpa Weasley’s. Near the sea.’ 

‘Is this you telling me you’re considering a career as an estate agent?’

‘Nope. Just saying.’ James considers his next crisp clutched between his forefinger and thumb. ‘Reckon I’ll raise my kids here, too. Leave it to me in the will, won’t you?’

‘Not sure about that one. What about Al and Lil?’

Dismissive wave of a hand. ‘Easy. I’ll pay them off. There’ve got to be some perks to being the eldest son. First-come, first-served, that’s the rule.’

'And Teddy?'

'Easier still. He still owes me for running over my foot in that driving lesson. I've been limping whenever I see him, laying the groundwork.'

He looks at James, black birdnest of hair, bright brown eyes, scrum of freckles. He’s got quaffle blisters on the base of his palms. 

‘You’re doing it again.’

‘What thing?’

‘What thing, he says. Staring at me. That sentimental thing you do.'

‘I don’t do a sentimental thing.’

‘Yeah, you do. Al and I take bets on how many times you'll do it at family events. Your eyes get that spaced-out look. You’re about to tell me you love me, aren’t you?’

‘I do love you.’

'Yeah, yeah.' Eye-roll from James, though he's grinning. Tosses the crisp packet in the bin with a Chaser's precision. They take love in their stride, his children: receiving it, giving it out in spades. 'Listen,' he says, 'about those roast potatoes - very important - '

‘Crispy. I’m on it.’ 

'Good man,' says his son, and heads for the door. 'Back in a bit. I'm going to go map out where I'm going to put my swimming pool.'

[wordy-little-witch]

Ghost!Roger Au is so good, I wonder if other ghosts have decided to talk with Perona as well? Will Rouge also give a shovel talk too?

If Luffy and his crew comes over, will Ace come out and start talking about Luffy in his classic fashion? So many ideas could happen

YEAH

Perona absolutely talks to many spirits, some kinder than others, and when she learns Buggy can see and talk to them easily, she is absolutely vibrating beyond the physical plane.

Rouge absolutely gives her own shovel talks. Somehow hers is scarier that Roger's. Perona wants to be like granny Rouge one day.

I genuinely believe Perona got Zoro to do a board session with her over the two years, so he knows she has it and can talk to spirits ((and they send letters bc they're siblings send tweet)), so when they all meet up, Buggy is trying - in vain - to escape a rubbery tangled death trap that is supposed to be a hug, and Zoro is staring his not-dad and not-sister with the protective fury of a thousand suns.

It only gets complicated when, between one moment and the next Buggy goes stock still. Perona tilts her head with a hum. The clown just falls over and Luffy is giggling his head off while Mihawk and Crocodile straighten up. The strawhats are watching on warily.

Buggy, still smothered, just goes "Pero-chan, be a dear and pull our your board please. Grandpa is being annoying again."

"Okay mama Bug!"

She proceeds to lay out a comically large board, sets a piece of wood down and nobody even touches the planchet before it's zooming across the board

L-U-F-F-Y-L-U-F-F-Y-L-U-F-F-Y-L-U-

"YEAH WE GET IT, GET ON WITH IT!!!"

H-I

"Oh my gods"

It's a hot mess honestly and many people are Suspicious of Foul Play, especially because Ace is such a sore spot for Luffy even now, but Lu's smarter than he lets on. He asks for proof that Ace is there.

S-H-I-T-T-Y-G-R-A-M-P-S-K-I-L-L-E-D-K-E-V-I-N

Luffy bursts into tears. The crews are about to explode. Buggy's still being used as a stuffed animal by a teenage boy.

Luffy babbles about how it IS Ace and yeah Gramps DID kill Kevin and how is this happening and he's sorry and-

C-R-Y-B-A-B-Y

"You jerk!!!"

Roger and Rouge get to formally meet Luffy then, and Ace introduces Roger as his 'not as shitty old man', which is high praise.

Hours later, Luffy rests his head against Buggy's shoulder and asks how he knew to ask Pinkie for the board.

"My Haki's not built like everyone else," he says haltingly. "I see.... stuff that isn't really supposed to be seen."

"Magic eyes?"

"Basically."

"Cool.... does.... does Shanks know?"

"About the magic eyes or about Roger?"

"Yeah"

"Then yeah. He does. Old Fucker haunts us both"

"Huh...."

There's silence for a bit.

Buggy's not sure why he wants to break it, why he wants to say anything. He still does

"Firefist spends a lot of time away from here. He checks on his crewmates, he's said. But he checks on you, too. Came back one time raving mad about some 'blond twink ass' having the audacity to be alive, for some reason. But he watches over you the most, I think."

"Shishishi... yeah. Sabo died when we were kids. But he didn't die! Just got amnesia. He's better now."

"Sabo?"

"Blond twink"

"Ah. Well. Kid, your life is a fucking drama."

"Yep! It's fun, huh? Thanks, uncle Buggy"

"Don't call me that"

"I'm gonna do it anyway."

"Ugh..."

Roger and Rouge are watching on warmly. ((Ace would be too if he wasn't currently playing with the bonfire and making Chopper laugh))

[maissafespace]

Out of the Honeymoon Phase.

Yuta Okkotsu x Reader

Request: I really liked the fic you wrote about Yuuta and the age gap 🙏 Could you write another story about yuuta and reader of the same theme?

Warnings: age gap relationship. reader is 27 and Yuta is 19, inappropriate superior-student relationship, forbidden relationship, smoker!reader, jujutsu society noble clans. light angst. jealousy, insecurity. explicit nsfw. vouyerism, risk of getting caught, creampies, unprotected sex, manhandling, rough sex, softdome!yuta, face grabbing, face fucking, oral (m. receiving), cum play.

A/N: this belongs with Fast Learner, is like a part two of it but not really, it's the same au though. hope you like it anon, i am a bit sick but i did the best i could, but if you have something more specific about this au just request with more details :))) comment and like please.

part 1.

Masterlist - Masterpost

You had been doing your duty abroad for nearly a month, a mere month and you were already being called back for a huge clan meeting that included all the noble clans, the best sorcerers Japan had to offer and all the people that were considered the elite of society.

The past month was something like a honeymoon with Yuta, the moment you boarded the plane all your worries had faded away, you were giving zero fucks in whether this relationship was going to work or not, you wanted him and you were going to get him for some time.

But that time was cut short and had pretty much burst your personal heaven.

For the week you two were going to stay, there would not be your careless intimacy where you would simply parade half naked in your apartment, fucking wherever you pleased, didn't matter if it was the shower, the balcony, the bed or the kitchen counter, there would not be late night walks holding hands and kissing in public because nobody knew who you two were.

You hated it.

You wanted to see your shirtless boyfriend sleeping in your bed without any shame, have him wrap his arms around you when you cooked or have your arms wrap around his torso when he cooked, have your late movie nights, have your home life that you had built together.

Being guests in other people's home was maybe the worst part of it.

Since it was something like a gathering, you two were invited to stay in the Gojo clan grounds, and while it seemed ideal as Satoru already knew of you two, the elders that decided over Yuta's life were the main problem.

A bunch of grannies and grandpas that would run their mouths to every person with influence and put you in the worst position by twisting the truth however they wanted it. You had a reputation so it wasn't something you could allow.

The gathering started normally, there wasn't much fuss as people were still arriving.

You were wearing a kimono, clear colors for you balancing out the dark one that Yuta was wearing, maybe the choice was intentional... maybe not.

Your eyes met every few minutes. From where you were with Shoko, you could see him across the room catching up with his former classmates as members of their respective clans.

You weren't blind, you saw how there was a shared soft look between Maki and him, the sight made your heart clench a little, you remembered the exact reason you first met him was for her, to support her in exceeding her family's expectations.

They would definitely be a better match than you two, after all, they knew each other for years, they seemed to admire each other, be as comfortable and all without having to hide in a corner to simpply share a smile that would suggest a little more.

You turned away, resuming your conversation with your friend and trying to forget ever witnessing anything and pushing down the doubts that had just finally go away about him.

Fate wasn't on your side at all when important affairs were being discussed and brought out all the fears you had.

"-aren't arranged marriages a bit out of style, Naobito-san?" Gojo mocked him a little, but behind the sunglasses he was wearing his eyes briefly went to your figure as the old man spoke.

"They are not, Satoru. They are the perfect way to ensure a clan's strength and the stability of our society." He looked at him seriously, turning then to the man that had your heart. "I have two daughters, Okkotsu-"

You were not looking at either of them, your ears sliencing any form of noise and voice, internally you could only hear your own heartbeat.

"Naobito, we could continue this talk tomorrow, I need to have Yuta think about the situation thoroughly without making any haste decision, he's still a part of my clan, I have the responsibility." Gojo spoke up. Shutting down the converstion just for now.

"Y/N, a report on international affairs?" Gakuganji asked you, breaking you out of your trance.

You cleared your throat, putting on a small smile, straight posture with hands on your lap as you were taught to. "Well..."

When people started to retire to their residences late in the afternoon to late reunite for dinner, you took the chance to escape that suffocating environment even if it was just for an hour.

You couldn't imagine handling a few more days with all of them around, you wanted to go back and far away from them.

Turning your bag all around you found the small pack of cigarettes, taking the lighter in your other hand while your foot opened the door towards the patio just a little for air to flow.+

Humming and whining internally, the scent of smoke burned in you, while it also mixed with your pefume, inhaling them as your eyes closed, focusing on the simple action and forgetting every word that was about your lover and his possibility of marriage to another.

You knew it was going to happen sooner or later.

Your fault for losing yourself in this.

Your fault for investing your heart, your body and your soul.

Your fault for starting to make your love real.

The self-loathing session was cut short when you felt two arms wrap around your waist, a soft kiss placed on the top of your head while a body envolved you fully from behind, making you sit between a pair of legs that you were too familiar with.

"What are you thinking about so deeply?" He muttered against your skin, eyes looking down at the bare legs that showed off from your kimono.

Your fingers crushed the cigarette off, letting the wooden floor of the patio turn into a black circle. You sighed, your hands going over his, holding him close to you too. "What do you think." Your tone had a hint of mockery, it was impossible for him not to know what had gotten you so upset.

His arms tightened around you in a hard squeeze, making your breathing stop for a second while your body clashed with his. "Yuta." Maybe it was harsh how you talked but nothing could exactly mask your feelings at the moment.

"Those were just the old men speculating, I'm not going to do anything, Y/N, you know that." He was on the defensive.

"It's not really up to you to decide, that's why we have these gatherings in this society." Your jaw clenched, you didn't want to out your frustration on him, it wasn't his fault entirely after all.

Fingers forcefully grabbed your face, turning it around till his lips smacked against his, your body twisting but leaning against his.

He gripped tightly on your face till your lips opened, pushing his way in for a kiss that coulld be not described as anything but messy, sloppy and filthy. His tongue moving against yours, moans and heavy breaths filling the room.

His hands completely moved you around, you were sat on your knees and thighs, hands gripping on his kimono, pushing it down his shoulders and completely off him.

You moaned in his mouth, whimpered for him for more as the heat was pooling between your legs.

"Y-Yuta..." His hand cupped your nape roughly, pulling you even more into him.

"Ssshhh... I need to show you wh's the only one for me." HIs lips talked against yours in a raspy voice that had your thighs squeezing together more than anything. Oh... you taught him so well.

He stood up in front of you, holding you in your place. The layered fabrics on him fell flat on the floor, his body becoming exposed to you as it was for every night and day for the last month, his abs with a veil of sweat forming, his underwear retaining the bulge that only you could make on him.

"You know what to do.” His thumb gently stroked your bottom lip.

Your hands moved on their own, slipping down his boxers down to his feet, his erection sprung up, your throat going dry, your lips wrapping immediately around the pink tip of his cock.

"Mhmm... You're the only one who can make me like this. No one else." He moaned softly, brushing down your hair with his hand.

You moved your head all long his lenght, tongue licking all around the good points you only knew. Everything was gentle, till the hand on your head firmly stopped it and instead you felt his hips moving forward till his cock hit the back of your throat.

Your moans were loud as he starts to ram your mouth, he wouldn’t stay silent either, he pat his groans and moans float in the room, keeping his pace deep and fast, your fingers were digging in his flesh, find him to ground yourself form the dizziness you were feeling.

Your tongue moved around as it could, pleasing him however you could as tears started to roll down your cheeks. He wiped them away, slowing his hips, letting you lick around his length just like he loved.

He pulled out of your mouth with a hiss from to warmth of your mouth to the cold room, he leaned down, still holding your face in his hands as his lips clashed against yours, tongues moving against one another, he was savoring himself making you more aroused. From your first time together he had never forgotten about it. He didn’t like to finish in your mouth but to damage it was enough.

The kiss was rough and passionate. You were losing yourself in it, as if the worries and jealousy over the initial quarrel never existed.

Pulling away from you, he pushed you down to your back, spreading your legs for him to situate himself. He let your clothes fall by your sides, eyes burning into your figure, his cock was still wet with your saliva, the tip of it slapping on your swollen clit while your opening clenched around the air pleading silently for him to be inside you. He smirked at it.

He felt proud to be the man in this position, you taught him how to please you perfectly, he was the only one that he felt like knew really every part of your body and how to arouse it.

Seeing you wincing at the light slap had him twitch in his own hands. "Please, Yuta-!"

He thrusted in you at once, he sighed in pleasure stilling deep till his tip touched your womb, a grin remained on his face, his hands wrapped around your thighs, pulling your lips into his, skin smacking into one another loudly.

Your moans mixed together as he picked up his pace, going faster but keeping it deep in you and hard.

He leaned down, chest to yours, pressing against your breasts, your arms around his back as his lips met yours in a gentle kiss that completely felt the opposite to what your bodies were doing to one another.

Walls tightening around his shaft, you were both close to your first orgasm, moans drowing in the hungry kiss till both of you clung onto each other, skin deep with your nails as you let out cries and groans as you rode your climaxes together.

His hips spasmed into yours as he came, filling you of his cum, completely erasing the doubts you had in you.

Breathing heavily, forehead to forehead, you felt your bodies with a slight veil of sticky sweat, but that was the intimacy of it all, your lips pecked his with a smile that made his heart melt, he leaned down to resume what you had started once again.

As the makeout got heavier, your pussy that was becoming wetter from another wave of arousal and his cock hardening once again in you.

Giggles erupted from you two. "You see, I only have eyes for one woman. And only woman can make me like- this." He said with a thrust followed by your moan and his lips attacking your neck. "I only want you, doesn't matter what I have to do, if I have to fuck a baby into you or something to reassure you that I only want you."

He thrusted as ruthlessly as before but had to stop, his sensitivity was still there. "From behind..." You murmured between the tiredness and the excitement.

There weren't many instances of doggy between you two but when it was, it felt pretty out of control .

"Please." You meowled out, his hands led your body into position, hands and knees down on the ground, back arched beautifully as your hips wriggled to welcome him, looking at the cum from the previous round almost coming out.

He pushed back into you, his fingers digging hard onto the flesh of your waist and hips, the smacking of skin was louder than before and you both were not shy of your sounds either but you still try to muffle into your arm in vain.

It was then that as you looked back at him, you realized that the window door was left a bit open, much that there was a figure in the distance looking right back at you. A maid perhaps? You hoped she wasn't looking at you but somewhere in the vicinity.

Yuta noticed your distraction at how your pussy felt tightening around him, he groaned at that, looking where you were looking and meeting the eyes of a lady, who that was? He didn't know, but it was more of a reason he wouldn't stop.

He pounded harder and faster, letting your moans spilled out, you could see the cheeks of the young woman and her eyes looking away in shame. Your grip at the clothes on the ground had your knuckles turning white.

It was coming again, your back arched more, your hips started to pound back to his to orgasm faster, he let you do, till his gritted teeth felt your juices all around him once again, you became still, he fucked you through your high then and came right after.

What had happened hit you only when your vision became clear once again. Your eyes widening, looking out at the woman that had now disappeared while he just shushed you down, you couldn't help but follow his lead for once, you could care less, you wanted him despite the circumstances.

Pulling out, he slipped your panties in place immediately. "Don't spill anything." He said, and you were close to ask him if it was his way to arouse you more or not. But as he then laid beside you, kimono covering his lower body.

"You know staying here is risky." You told him, tracing the line of his jawline, while your head laid on his chest.

"Mhm... I'm staying in the room as the same partner I've been with for the last month, nothing particularly strange to me. We're just organizing the things we have to do overseas." He looked at you with the same soft smile as always, the one that had you wrapped around his finger.

You smiled sillily back at him. "And what are these things?"

"A new headboard for now, maybe we should consider getting a dog though. Practice." He winked, bursting out laughing, you hugged him tight, pecking him all over his face.

Sitting around all these people once again was exhausting, this time Yuta was beside you, talking with everyone about your stories from the other side of the world. All while your pussy was dripping down small drops of his cum into your panties.

He looked so innocent, laughing freely and sweetly as if he wasn't the same man that was the cause of your current condition of mixed soreness and exhaustion.

His face even blushed at mere compliments from others, but nobody could see the hand situated on your thigh. It was when he snapped you out of your daydream with a squeeze that you noticed that same maid being the one serving the food.

She couldn't look at you two in the eyes, your sweetness wasn't ignored, she met your gaze, she was young, probably just started working here, she nodded, blushing when noticing the man's arms on your bare flesh.

"So, Okkotsu have you thought about my proposal on marriage?" His hand never left your body, the maid was visibly more uncomfortable knowing the context and your heart dropped a bit as well. But with him close, you felt better.

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Running From The Flames {Epilogue 1/2}

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x OFC Warnings: parenting - that should be a warning lmao, sexual themes

F1 Masterlist || Previous Chapter - Epilogue 2/2

There was only one word to describe my life and that word was: chaotic. That being said, I still wouldn’t change it for the world.

The family calendar on the fridge was completely full and colour coded so we could all see where we were needed on any given day. Even so, I still lost track of my husband or our kids at least once a week. 

“Sydney, honey, have you seen your father?” I asked the spitting image of Pierre who was in the race simulator. He was always in the machine, practising for his upcoming debut into Formula 4 now that he had turned 15 and could move up from karting. 

“Picking up Addie from the airport.” He barely looked away from the triplet of screens in front of him as he answered with all the attitude of a teenage boy being interrupted in life. “It’s on the fridge.”

I looked at the calendar and realised I was looking at the completely wrong day. “Shit.”

“Ha,” he laughed loudly as he navigated the virtual track of the Red Bull Ring. “You forgot.”

“I didn’t forget,” I said as I scanned over the correct day and saw I had a board meeting to prepare for tomorrow. “I just thought it was Tuesday today.”

“Whatever you say, maman. You can tell me I’m your favourite, I won’t say anything.”

“I don’t have a favourite, I love you all equally. Now, can you finish that game and go do your homework? You still need to pack your bag for the weekend too.”

Addie was coming home from London for the week, taking a little break from her own busy schedule, to watch Sydney’s first race with us in Austria. 

It had been difficult to let her leave home at 18 but she had worked hard to get a place in the Arsenal Women’s Under 21 team. I had left home at the same age and Pierre had left even earlier, so we were hardly the exemplary figures to deny her. All we could do was make sure she stayed safe and she knew she could call either of us 24/7 if she needed help. It was also never that long between visits, making plenty of stopovers in England as we travelled. 

The travelling for work was tiresome but so far we had yet to miss a football match on Saturday or a karting race on Sunday. It did help being our own bosses so Pierre and I could manage our schedule around the kids. He had been running Strauss Fashion for the better part of the last ten years, after Granny finally retired properly, while I had been the Chief Technical Officer at Alpine, which Grandpa had purchased. 

When Harry passed away three years ago I found myself suddenly thrust into the ownership of the team and though there were plenty of offers to sell it, I decided to take the leap of faith and see where the journey would take me. I hadn’t looked back and so far we had two Constructors' Championship wins with our seasoned pilots, Gabriele Minì and Oliver Bearman.

We had come so far, it was hard to believe until I saw the wisps of grey hairs among the dark strands. 

“Maman!” I was pulled from my reminiscence and looked at my watch to realise how quickly the afternoon had gotten away from me as Clare bounded through the front door and leapt into my arms. “Maman, look!”

Clare had been a wonderful surprise that completed our family two years ago. After Sydney’s unexpected and frightening early arrival Pierre had been reluctant to try for another child, though he had always wanted three. I thought maybe he would change his mind after the terrifying memory faded with time but then a few years passed, we both got caught up in work, and after that it seemed too hard to imagine returning to sleepless nights with a newborn. 

But, the universe had other plans for us. What I thought was a long-enduring hangover, after celebrating the rebranding of Alpine into Gasly Racing, actually turned out to be morning sickness. Those final weeks before her birth were stressful enough to send Pierre to his doctor for a vasectomy but thankfully her arrival went exactly to plan and he could breathe calmly once again. 

“Hello my Clare-bear, wow, you have another bracelet.” You quirked an eyebrow at Charles as he arrived with Clare’s backpack on his shoulder and her spare carseat under his arm. “Uncle Charles has absolutely spoiled you.”

“Of course. A princess deserves it,” he stated proudly as he placed her belongings down and nodded his head to the simulator. “Is he all ready for the big day?”

“He is, I’m not sure I am,” I admitted as I put Clare down and she immediately went to interrupt Sydney by climbing onto his lap mid-race. If it was anyone else they would have received an earful but he just paused the game and listened as she told him all about her day at Uncle Charles’ house. “God help me when he gets to Formula One, I think I’ll have to revert the car back to a slower predecessor for my own sanity.”

Charles laughed but I wasn’t completely joking. The cars were so much faster than they were when he and PIerre raced. Though the safety features improved along with the technology that made them rockets on wheels it was still difficult to imagine putting my little boy inside one and sending it off. 

“You could keep him as a reserve driver,” Charles offered before shaking his head at the thought and taking a seat at the kitchen island. “But he’s stubborn like his father, he’d just find another team to race for.”

“No way, I can at least trust my own team to keep him safe. Same goes for Marc.”

Charles chuckled at the mention of his son who at 8 years old he was already a junior karting champion. “He said someone called him Il Predestinato after his race last weekend.”

“Yikes, I’m sure they meant it in a good way.”

The front door opened again and Addie blew in with all the gusto of a tornado, whipping around the rooms to greet everyone before she was up the stairs to her old room. Entering a little more sedately was my husband, his arms laden with more suitcases than anyone needed for a week away, especially when she still had a wardrobe full of clothes upstairs. 

“You are lucky you only have sons,” Pierre said to Charles as he kicked the door closed behind him. “I don’t work out enough anymore to be carrying this shit.” 

He dropped the suitcases in front of the elevator and hit the call button rather than carrying them up the stairs before pushing them inside as the door opened. After a few bad winters, where not even the central heating could keep the aches of my bones at bay, Pierre had made the call for the elevator to be installed and it had been a godsend in moments like this when heavy items needed to make it to the floors above.

Sticking his head up the staircase he called out, “Addie, your entire life and everything but the kitchen sink is heading your way.”

“Thanks, dad!”

“What was that about?” I asked after he joined us in the kitchen while the coffee machine churned out our usual drinks. “I thought she outgrew the ‘I’m too cool to hangout with my parents’ phase.”

Pierre's lips pressed together and he took a seat next to Charles, picking up Clare who had left Sydney to return to his practice. “Elias.”

“Vettel?” Charles asked, his eyebrows lifting when Pierre nodded and pushed his mug away so Clare couldn’t reach the hot liquid.

“They have been out on a few dates, apparently. I’ll have to ask Davis about it, assuming he went with them, it’s not like it’s his job or anything. Did you know that?”

I shook my head at the news, cradling my mug in my hands as I leaned against the bench and wondered if she had ditched her bodyguard once again. “He’s a sweet boy from what I remember, much like his father.”

“I don’t like it. I don’t care who his dad is,” Pierre grumbled before repeating, “You are so lucky you only have sons, mate. Teenage girls are stressful.”

“Ah, but I have two boys who think it is funny to have a competition to see who can fart the loudest,” Charles said as he took a sip of his drink.

“I mean, that’s kind of funny,” Pierre said with a smirk.

Charles sighed deeply and rubbed his forehead. “Not when one always pushes too hard to win.”

The sip I was taking went the wrong way and I spluttered as Pierre laughed, “It’s all shits and giggles, until someone giggles and shits.”

“To think my poor mother went through this too. Drives me insane, mate. Bet you’ve never had to worry about that?”

“Thankfully, no,” I answered after recovering from choking on coffee. “But it also wasn’t bad enough to stop you from having another.”

“And on that note, I should get going. Mia won’t let me back in the house if I don’t pick up her favourite carbonara on the way home.” He smiled as he thought of his wife’s pregnancy cravings. It was the same one she had when she was carrying Marc and Antonio so it came as no surprise at the gender reveal when the backyard was splattered with blue confetti. “Thank you for letting me borrow Clare.”

“Any time,” Pierre chuckled as he clapped his friend on the back. Charles had been busy reinstalling all the baby gates and safety locks in his home, despite the baby boy not even being born yet, and wanted a toddler to help test his craftsmanship. “I won’t complain about a little free babysitting.”

Charles placed his empty mug in the sink and before kissing the top of Clare’s thick wavy hair. “Bye petite chérie, I’ll see you on Sunday.”

“Bye Uncle Charles,” she said with a wave, but it sounded more like Unk Cha and made him laugh as he approached the simulator.

I saw Sydney pause the race and Charles crouched down beside him, sharing a few quiet words of encouragement for the upcoming debut race. I couldn’t help feeling incredibly lucky to be surrounded by so many supportive people and my smile grew as a pair of arms wrapped around my waist. 

I turned to meet his lips over my shoulder and the magnetism that attracted us was still evident even after 17 years. Of course, like any relationship, there had been times when stress led to arguments and I would find him hours later in a spare bed, wide awake because he couldn’t sleep without me beside him. Those fights never lasted long enough to even remember what they were about and forgiveness came easy.

I turned in my husband’s arms and draped mine around his neck to admire him. Pierre was truly like a fine wine. Age had made him even more handsome and the small wrinkles at the corners of his lips and eyes were a testament to a life that was full of smiles and laughter. 

“Addie said she’ll watch the kids tonight,” Pierre whispered in my ear as he gently swayed to the melodic tune of his voice and I hummed with contentment. “And I got us a table at L'Ambroisie. You’ve been working so hard I thought we could do with a night away, just the two of us.”

“You think I don’t know your game, baby,” I whispered back, all too aware Charles was still chatting with Sydney and imparting some real world advice. “Wine and dine, pretty words, a hotel room. There’s only one thing you want.”

His lips curled into a smile against my cheek. “You know me too well.”

“You would actually get a full night’s sleep if you put your foot down.”

Pierre looked over at Clare who had helped herself to a banana from the fruit bowl and as if sensing she had been caught she looked up with an innocent smile. “How can I tell her no when she looks like that?”

“Mhmm, and that’s why she keeps climbing into our bed. You are a big softy.”

His smirk was flirty and fun as his arms tightened around me, pulling our bodies flush together. His breath was hot on my neck as he hid his face in the curtain of my hair. “Not tonight, ma femme. Tonight you will see just how hard I can be.”

Pierre backed up with a smirk but not before he sucked at the sensitive skin above my racing pulse. He knew exactly what he was doing and the smugness showed as he whistled a little tune on his way to help Clare peel the banana.

Shaking my head, I made my way to the stairs and said goodbye to Charles with the message to remind Mia that our plans for a spa day had been booked - but that didn’t mean he could slack off from the ankle massages he was giving her each night. He gave an amused salut but I didn’t see it as I pressed the button for the elevator. He was well used to the reminders by now, it wasn’t his first rodeo.

Knowing my evening plans had changed I went to my office and shut the door to silence the music drifting down the hall from Addie’s room. As CEO of Gasly Racing there was an endless stream of paperwork to be checked and signed, especially with the new expansion plan for the factory about to break ground. On top of that were the invites to attend fundraisers or speeches to prepare for the various charities I was ambassador for such as Women's Refuge.

When I finally emerged with my inbox up to date I could hear the laughter of all my children from where they lounged in front of the tv and the sound never ceased to make me smile. I had missed the sound since Addie moved out because it was rare to have all five of us here at the same time and I was reluctant to leave even for just one night when it came time to pack an overnight bag.

“We are allowed one night away, mon amour,” Pierre said as he stepped into the master bedroom to see me hesitating to step inside the wardrobe. “You and me, no interruptions.”

I relaxed into his embrace and sighed as he brushed my hair over one shoulder before kissing my collar. “And what were you planning that was so important it couldn’t be interrupted?”

His chuckle sent a shiver of delight down my spine and his fingers trailed down my ribs to the hem of my shirt before they slipped underneath the material to caress the soft skin over my stomach. I had to take a shaky breath when his thumbs caught the waistband of my skirt and I held it as I waited for them to hook underneath.

His lips brushed the shell of my ear and my lips parted in anticipation of his dirty words. “To sleep.”

“Huh?” I blinked twice, peeking over my shoulder to see his green eyes sparkling with amusement. 

“To sleep. Why, what were you thinking?” He tried to look innocent but when he drew his bottom lip between his teeth and his hand slipped down beneath my skirt he let the truth show. “Did you want me to tell you how I am dying for a taste of you? How I can’t wait to have these sexy legs wrapped around me when I make love to you tonight? I don’t need to tell you, baby, I’ll show you.”

I knew he could feel how damp my panties were for him from the smirk on his face and I almost whimpered when he withdrew his hand from where I needed it. “Now pack your bag, and make it quick, I’m absolutely ravenous.”

I bit my lip at the depth of his tone and knew exactly what it was he was dying to taste. I didn’t even look at what I was packing, tossing the first items that touched my hands before he stopped me and grabbed one dress instead. 

“This one,” he said as he held a colourful sundress that I rarely wore anymore, a soft smile warming his eyes. “It’s my favourite.”

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Grandpa ( Crewel father ) Crewle snuck in to NRC because they missed their grandpup, like any wolf beastmen he quite protective over his family unit and even glares down any boys near his grandpup, when meeting one of her friends and the most monotone voice with a resting bitch face to match he pointed at them and said " married and mate with that boy pup, he seems to have good quality as a mate "

Points at Ruggie, Silver, Trey, Idia, Jack, Riddle,Jamil, Azul ,Rook and Epel

While Crewle daughter just said " grandpa no I'm too young to marry let alone mate yet, pls stop before I call Granny "

And Grandpa just sass " didn't stop your father having you while he was a student at this school"

Grandpa | Yandere Crewel’s Daughter

Sorry but this would never never happen. While you can be found hanging around NRC you’re granparents are never so out of the loop. You go to the Princess Academy you just visit the campus occassionally. That’s what makes it such a treat when you come around. Holiday or over a weekend its a privilege you have as an exemplary student and daughter to the doting Divus Crewel.  

And do you truly think your dear Granddad would be so out of control that he'd sneak into a school? Let alone the place where his son is diligently employed as a prestigious professor? I think not! Instincts and heritage are no excuse for such misconduct and the Crewel name is still a noble one. It’d be the work of a fool to tarnish the name for something so trivial.

Similar to his dear son. He believes no one is truly worthy and he’d sooner you stay the innocent little girl you’ve always been. He’s in agreement with Divus that no mate is worthy of you let alone anyone at Night Raven. He’d sooner comment on your suitors with disdain on his face and disgust in his tone:

Ruggie Bucci

“A young hyena without a name for himself. It wouldn’t be wise.”

“What!? Why you–”

Silver

“He’s handsome but I won’t suggest counting on that to make up for his lack of energy.”

“Hmmm–what?”

Trey Clover

“A baker…well the appeal is there. Perhaps with some nurturing he’d graze the greatness of a leader.”

“Uhm…thanks?”

Idia Shroud

“Ah the child of the Shroud family….If you…have to…he’ll need your steady hand. I’ll help you if you want to doom yourself.”

“Ouch! Attack Damage–expert level.”

Jack Howl

“He’s a proud canidate…he’s got the making of a great mate!”

“Thank you sir!”

Riddle Rosehearts

“A prodigy is welcomed…Dearest when does a human male stop growing?”

“Grrrrr I assure you height will not impede anything that makes me a good husband!”

Jamil Viper

“A servant? A load of wasted talent I’d say.”

“I appreciate the sentiment, but I don’t plan to be here forever.”

Azul Ashengrotto

“An octopus? On land? The world truly has gone to the dogs.”

“...Well, good. Sir. I can provide just as fine.”

Rook Hunt

“Oh Lalala Monsieur Crewel!”

“You know of me, boy?”

“Oui oui, I’m an avid watcher of your theatrical poetry! It is an honour to meet you.”

“This one…I like this one.He reminds me of your father…do you have protection on hand?”

“Dad!?”

Epel Felmier

“This is a boy?”

“Father–”

“You have a face of an old friend of mine who was know for being boyishly attractive.”

“Eh?!”

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Yk Back At The Random Ghost Rebel Stuff

A straight up ramble but does anyone feels this retching feeling in their hearts whenever they think about the High Cloud Quintet and its lore and go like "Dang, if only we COULD change what had happened bc this crap is dark and sad as hell" because that's what I feel like right now

And lemme tell you: It's not a good feeling bc I don't even want to think about how they're all just old and tired grannies and grandpas. The only person that has proper solace in the High Cloud Quintet is flipping Baiheng bro—poor Yingxing got turned into Blade bc yk—he's the beloved of that one relic set story.

Dan Flipping Feng becomes Dan Heng and even as Dan Heng he doesn't get a single drop of solace bc now the former-artisan-now-maniac dude is chasing him all across the universe bc of the sins of the past and it's just so heartbreaking bc Dan Heng isn't Dan Feng and Blade is only the shadow of Yingxing (this concept with Yingxing and Blade heavily reminds me of Makoto and Ei—Ei was the shadow of Makato and the shadow of the light is all that remains ykyk)

And then there's Jingliu who just straight up asks her student to kill her if she ever becomes mara-struck and in the end she still lives somehow and then she decides to go full-traumatizer with Blade back when he was the Unnamed that wandered the place—as if he needed MORE trauma and honestly her weak grasp over the mara which in turn makes her insane is so upsetting bc in the end she ends up having beef with a 14 year-old lieutenant who's trying to do his job and protect the Luofu (though, I have to admit it: as much as I want to protect my child Yanqing, his methods were kind of flawed—) even if he doesn't know who Jingliu is.

And ofc we got the last man standing Jing Yuan who just sees ghosts in everyone around him. Istg I feel like bc he sees ghosts, he can't move on from the past, and when he can't move on from the past, it's honestly a red flag bc it might mean that his present relationships with everyone are (sometimes) only just one-sided or something. Like, take the relationship between Yanqing and he: Yanqing trusts the General with his life bc he raised him as a baby. But the fact that he calls Jing Yuan "General" and not some sort of parental title says that Jing Yuan is being unnecessarily secretive due to his fear of vulnerability. I mean—literally in 1.2 Story Quest, Jing Yuan quite literally just left Yanqing on the island alone after he got beat up by two men that have beef with one another, practically leaving him in the dark with no explanation. And even before that, Yanqing was still left in the dark. Jing Yuan doesn't open up easily bc of the crap he's been through, which is understandable, but his lack of explanation backing up his highly meticulous moves—that's not really healthy. In the end, it just leaves a gap of mistrust, be it intentional or not, between Jing Yuan and Yanqing. In some cases, and this one (imo atleast) is one of them, if you don't explain your actions, it pretty much just leaves the person that's been left in the dark with their waves of emotions, which might cost said-relationship between the two people in the long run.

It also seems like (based off what we know of, at least) at least half of Jing Yuan's choices are also connected to sentimental reasons and seeing ghosts in people. I think he sees a ghost in Yanqing (idk who tho—ppl say it's Yingxing bc of his obsession over the sword), he sees one in Yukong (definitely Baiheng), he sees one in Dan Heng (obvious reasons, very evident throughout the game) and possible Bailu (because she's technically being hailed as the next Imbibitor Lunae after Dan Feng's sin), and it could possibly go on. This old grandpa really is comparing the present with his past and that's honestly a little heartbreaking, bc there is a chance that that might mean that Jing Yuan found more happiness (serotonin work hardcore fr) in his past than he does in his present. He should at least be happy enough of the present to not be this sentimental of the past, but he's really suffering of the incidents like bro—

The High Cloud Quintet is like The Five Yakshas from Genshin Impact but with more lore (that we know of) and more angst twists (that we know of) to it fr. It's so heartbreaking and angsty, I both love it, hate it, and cry about it.

Like bro, look at these two groups. It's always a group of five sobbing.

They're all fine as hell too like CMON

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

"I bet, given the choice himself, Harry would have chosen Gordonstoun over Eton" Ehhh, in hindsight that's probably true. But at the time, would he have known any better? He would have been told "Your brother will be there, granny and grandpa are just down the road" etc., not "Hey, you're several degrees stupider than even the most privileged inbred first year currently attending and you're being set up for failure."

I get your point but that's a little extreme of an example. No one's going to a 12 year old who just lost his mother and saying "hey halfwit, you're not good enough for Eton so you're going to Scotland with the rest of the idiots." They're saying something more like "XXXX school is better for sporty outdoorsy kids like you that want to be in the military. Want to give it a go? If you don't like it, you can come to Eton next term."

It was pretty well-known when Harry was a kid that he wasn't academically-minded. Diana even famously said he was "thick like me," so everyone likely knew he wasn't going to succeed at Eton and would have been better off somewhere else. But then Diana died and they didn't know what to do so they stuck Harry at Eton because she wanted the boys to be treated equally.

(And frankly, if anyone ever wondered what the difference between equality and equity is, this is it; sending Harry to Eton to be equal to William even though it wasn't "his" environment. The equitable option is sending Harry to his "own" school, a place where he could've thrived without being second or the little brother or not invited to tea at Granny's down the road.)

But, like you said. Woulda coulda shoulda.

We can armchair-psychoanalyze the situation all we want but at the end of the day, all we can do is sit back and watch Harry perpetuate the same "genetic trauma" he thinks he's fixing.