#her dad would do anything dor her mother

[cakepoppresent]

Brayden and his first daughter Veronica Reeves.

[jopevidalsblog]

Mama Robin

*Anne, Usopp and Chopper were playing UNO, which Anne had found in her backpack*

Anne: Usopp, stop stealing!

Usopp: I'm not cheating! That's the great Captain Usopp's incredible ability to be very good at card games!

Chopper: Seriously?!?!?

Anne: Of course not, Chopper! He's hiding the posters in his clothes! I can feel that with Mantra.

Robin, approaching the table the 3 were playing at with a cup of tea: Here Anne, some tea, it will help with the sore throat you were having earlier today

Anne: Thank you, Mom.

*Everyone automatically looks at Anne*

Anne: Why is everyone looking at me?

Chopper: You called Robin "Mom"

Anne: No, I didn't, I called her "Mana"

Robin: Do you see me as a mother figure, Anne?

Anne: No... At most I see you as a bit of a nuisance, because you're always annoying me.

Franky: Hey! It's not SUPER to treat your mom like that!

Anne: I didn't call her "mom"!

Robin: It's okay, Anne. I take that as a compliment.

Sanji: I once called Zeff "dad" by accident and everyone laughed at me at Barratie for a whole month.

Anne: See, guys! Sanji has a real problem with this kind of mistake. So let's stop talking about it so we don't bother him with it, okay?

Nami: This is nothing new, but you called Robin "Mommy"

Anne: Oh! Wait! "Mommy" is just trying to make fun of me.

Usopp: But you called her "Mom"

Anne: Usopp, you haven't said anything that you're lying since we started playing!

Usopp: I was lying about not cheating, but you did call her "mom"!

Anne, standing up: HA! See! This was all a big plan to prove that Usopp was cheating!

Chopper: Is that true!?!?!

Usopp: Of course not, Chopper!!!

Robin: I believe you,...

Anne: Thank you...

Robin: Daughter

Anne:

Robin: Want to talk about it later over tea?

Anne: I would love to...

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*Anne, Usopp e Chopper estavam jogando UNO, que Anne havia achado na sua mochila*

Anne: Usopp, para de ficar roubando!

Usopp: Eu não tô roubando! Essa é a incrível habilidade do grande Capitão Usopp de ser muito bom em jogos de carta!

Chopper: Sério?!?!?

Anne: Claro que não, Chopper! Ele tá escondendo as cartaz na roupa! Eu tô sentindo isso com o Mantra

Robin, se aproximando da mesa que os 3 estavam jogando com uma xícara de chá: Aqui Anne, um pouco de chá, vai ajudar com a dor de garganta que você estava sentido hoje cedo

Anne: Obrigada, mãe

*Todos automaticamente olham para Anne*

Anne: Por que tá todo mundo me olhando?

Chopper: Você chamou a Robin de "Mãe"

Anne: Chamei não, eu chamei de "Mana"

Robin: Me vê como uma figura materna, Anne?

Anne: Não... No máximo te vejo como uma figura chatinha, porque vive me chateando

Franky: Hey! Não é nada SUPER tratar a sua mãe assim!

Anne: Eu não chamei ela de mãe!

Robin: Tá tudo bem, Anne. Eu considero isso um elogio

Sanji: Uma vez eu já chamei o Zeff de pai sem querer e todos riram de mim no Barratie, por 1 mês inteiro

Anne: Viu, galera! O Sanji tem reais problemas com esse tipo de engano. Então vamos parar de falar sobre isso pra não incomodar ele com isso, ok?

Nami: Isso não é novidade, mas você chamou a Robin de "Mamãe"

Anne: Oh! Espera! "Mamãe" já é querer me sacanear

Usopp: Mas você chamou ela de "Mãe"

Anne: Usopp, você não fala nada que tu tá mentindo desde que a gente começou a jogar!

Usopp: Eu tava mentindo sobre não trapacear, mas você chamou ela de "mãe" sim!

Anne, se levantando: HA! Viram! Tudo isso foi um grande plano pra provar que o Usopp estava trapaceando!

Chopper: Isso é verdade!?!?!

Usopp: Claro que não, Chopper!!!

Robin: Eu acredito em você,...

Anne: Obrigada...

Robin: ...Filha

Anne: ...

Robin: Quer conversar sobre isso depois tomando um chá?

Anne: Eu adoraria...

[erodasfishtacos]

It’s Just Me (mini blurb)

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———————

It was a terrible twos kind of day. The kind of day when YN can’t tote Ivy along to a charity organization brunch because she would meltdown.

Harry had her in his office with him, she was sitting on a blanket Harry had laid out, and was quietly playing with her stuffed animals (mostly seals.)

Occasionally, she would babble to herself and get pissed of at her inatimate playmates, ending in her tossing it to the side.

He caught himself just staring at her, smiling as he watches the little human he and his soulmate created right in front of him.

When his phone rings, he automatically picks it up, professionally stating, “Styles.”

“Hi, this is Dan from Payroll,” The guys voice was already shaking and Harry knew he was about to get really pissed off.

“How can I help you?” He asks in a tone that’s was definitely did not sound like he wanted to provide any assistance.

There is a pregnant pause before Dan nearly stutters, “Er, I accidentally missed reviewing the marketing departments hours and they did not receive their last paycheck.”

Harry takes a very deep breathe because he wants to do what he normally would - scream through the phone at this idiot.

However, he can’t because his curly haired little baby is playing with her toys in the middle of the office with a smile.

“Please come up to my office,” Harry replies curtly before hanging up.

He gets up, goes over to his daughter, and squats in front of her, “Ivy, baby.”

She looks up at him with a toothy grin before reaching over to hand him a stuffed seal, “Play, daddy.”

Harry thumbs over a stray curl on her forehead, “Daddy can’t, my love. I need y’to go with Granny Dor for a little.”

Ivy had been very clinging to both YN and Harry recently. She had a fit when YN dropped her off, despite how happy she was to see her dad.

Her brows furrow, lips purse, and Harry has to laugh because she looks like a carbon copy of him with the sour face.

“Oh, no mean looks t’daddy,” He hums with his own frown, “S’just for a moment, m’dove.”

“No.”

“Ivy, y’need to listen.”

And Harry knows it coming, she sucks in a huge breathe and then just lets out a scream in protest of him.

“Ivy Elizabeth Styles, y’do not scream. Y’know better. Are we going to have to take a timeout or are you going to go sit nice with Dor?” Harry’s voice is still softer than he’d use with any of him employees but extremely firm to her.

“No timeout, daddy,” She mumbles, her volume decreasing significantly as she lowers her gaze from her father’s.

“Alright, then c’mon. Thank you for listening,” Harry praises, gathering up her toys for her and leading her into his waiting room where Dorothy is typing away on her computer.

“Dor, Dan is coming up and I need to have a private meaning. Will y’watch her for a little?”

Ivy is already clambering up into her lap, into the warmth of her arms, and nuzzling in - because Granny Dor spoiled her silly.

Harry rolls his eyes, muttering, “And you and YN say I spoil her too much. Bloody ridiculous.”

Dorothy just shoos him away, readjusting Ivy’s bow, and combing through her hair softly to simmer her down a little.

Dan trails in solemnly soon after to face his inevitable doom.

He sees his boss’ daughter perched on the secretary’s lap and he wonders how such a sweet little thing could be created from the demon of a man.

As Harry and Dan meet, Ivy gets wriggly and squirms off of Dorothy’s lap.

“Stay close,” She murmurs to the toddler as she picks up her phone to answer a call for Harry.

Of course, Ivy doesn’t listen, and she noticed that the door to her father’s office is cracked open just the littlest bit.

It’s enough for her to slip through the space between the heavy doors and toddles on, she’s blocked by the leather couches so Harry can’t see her.

“I have givin’ you so many fuckin’ chances!” Harry seethes angrily at his employee. His tone was more like a growl than anything else.

Ivy pauses, eyes widening in fear as she hears her dad speak in a frightening manner she’s never heard before.

“I…There was a coding error that I had been distracted with, it won’t happen again,” Dan insists, knowing he had actually committed a fireable offense.

“You are absolutely correct because you’re fucking fired,” Harry replies, no wavering in his raspy register.

“That’s bullshit and you know it!” Dan explodes, “It’s unfucking fair treatment! It was one mistake, you fuckin’ asshole!”

There’s a moment of silence.

“I can fuckin’ show you unfair treatment. Get the fuck out of my office and learn how to do your goddamn job,” Harry retorts, his voice rising as well.

Ivy is stuck in her spot, frozen in surprise at hearing the arguing and how mad her father sounded, voice echoing through the room.

“You listen to me-“

“Get the fuck out of my office!” Harry booms furiously, this employee managing to get a rise out of him.

“I was ju-“

Both the men pause when they hear a wail from behind the sofa and the sound of Ivy plopping herself on the ground.

Harry instantly is out from behind his desk and going to round the sofa in a flash with a rose of panic in his chest.

His heart drops when he sees his baby looking up at him with fear in her watery eyes and she’s literally shaking.

“Oh, baby. Did y’hear daddy bein’ loud?” Harry murmurs in his sweetest, comforting voice - uncaring of his employee hearing him.

Harry expects her to nod sadly and ask for a cuddle but she instead wriggles backwards when he goes to reach for her - out of his reach.

“Ivy, little dove, s’just y’daddy,” He tries again, sitting down in front of her - doesn’t even look up as Dan leaves quietly.

She’s scared though and has had never felt worse in his life as his daughter backs away from him until she’s getting to her wobbly feet.

He tries again, reaching his arms out, “Ivy Elizabeth, s’just daddy. M’sorry I scared you, bub.”

Ivy doesn’t budge, crying loudly with her face pinched up as hot tears run down her soft chubby cheeks.

Dorothy appears with a worried look, “I apologize, I thought she was by the table.”

“S’not your fault I’m a shitty father,” Harry mutters, standing back up and roughly brushing off his trousers.

“Oh Harry, she’s just a little frightened,” Dorothy hums, picking the girl up when she toddles quickly over to her.

Her dad trails over, “Ivy, m’love. Can you look at daddy?”

She refuses, digging her face into the woman’s shoulder, curls bouncing fiercely as she clings onto her.

Harry loved to be feared. Not like this though. Not by the child he’d literally jump in front of a train for without a second thought.

He would rather have her screaming, pitching fits, throwing toys rather than this. She was so scared that she wouldn’t even look at him.

“Let me take her on a little stroll, okay? See if I can calm her down a bit.”

—

Harry waits patiently for Dorothy to arrive back but he automatically hears his daughter’s steady stream of sniffles and whimpers.

He goes out to the waiting room to see her reentering the room, she sighs, “I think it’s time to call mummy.”

Harry had no idea how he was going to explain this to his wife. He was I trouble and he knew he deserved it.

“Hey H, is the bab okay?” YN greets warmly, chattering in the background.

“Er, she’s okay, just upset. Ivy accidentally walked in on me flipping out and firing an employee. Now she’s scared. Dor tried to calm her down and she doesn’t want to be near me right now.”

YN’s next words were calm, Harry however did not miss the sharp edge when she replies, “I’ll be there in fifteen.”

Then she hangs up on him.

Which she really never does unless she is really really upset.

—

When YN arrives, Ivy is sat on Dorothy’s lap with puffy eyes and her thumb tucked between her full lips, popping it out when she sees her mother.

“Mumma!” Ivy shrieks, tears beginning streaming down her face as she impatiently waits for her to cross the room and gives her a soft kiss to the forehead.

“Hi baby, give mummy one minute and then we’ll leave okay?” YN murmurs soothingly, thumbing of some of the tears.

Ivy nods but is standing next the secretary’s desk, waiting patiently with her thumb going right back between her lips again.

Harry’s sitting at his large oak table, looking like a guilty puppy as his wife comes in with a disapproving look on her face.

“Baby, m’sorr-“

“What the fuck, Harry? Why is our daughter out there terrified right now?” YN demands, crossing her arms to prove her anger.

“Some fuckin’ idiot messed somethin’ up and Ivy walked in while I cursed him out and fired him. She was hiding behind the couch. It was an accident,” He defends, bristling a bit.

“Even if the door was shut, she would have still heard you. You knew better than to act like that around our daughter.”

“I had to fire him,” Harry makes the lame excuse because he knows he’s in the wrong and he’s not always great at admitting he is.

“You were supposed to have Ivy for two hours and this happens. I have her all day everyday and I’ve need had an issue with controlling myself in front of others!” YN yells (quietly) at him.

“What the fuck is tha’ supposed to mean? Y’calling me a bad father? Y’have her all day with her because I work so that you can stay at home with her.”

YN rolls her eyes, “Well thank god for that, she’d be cursing and screaming at people all day everyday if she was with you all the time.”

Harry is thoroughly pissed at his wife and she is equally just as furious with him - it doesn’t happen often but when it does it’s bad.

“Y’got some fuckin’ nerve. Our baby is polite, well-mannered because of me too! Not just you, fuckin’ claiming all her good qualities,” He replies with a snarl.

“Don’t talk to me that way,” YN bites back, “I’m not one of your employees. Neither is Ivy despite you talking like that in front of her.”

Now she was just trying to push his buttons and it was well onto it’s way of working.

“Y’bein’ fuckin’ ridiculous! It was a accident and you’re acting like I did it on purpose! Fuckin’ hell!” He raises his voice in frustration.

“I don’t know who the fuck you think you are raising your voice at me but I’m leaving,” YN tells him, giving him one final glare before storming out of the office.

“Fuck!” He grunts, smacking cup of pens from his desk before slamming his fist on the desk.

—

Ivy was waiting patiently, whimpering when she sees her mum, and gesturing to be picked up, “It’s past your nap time, Vee.”

“Nap,” She lisps sadly, instantly curling into then familiarness that is her mother. Eyes instantly fluttering shut.

“Thank you, Dor,” YN whispers, blowing her a kiss, before trekking out of the office with the exhausted little girl.

—

Harry can’t handle the rest of the day, wants to go home, and make amends with his wife which leads him to heading out only an hour after them.

He finds YN in the den with the baby monitor propped on the coffee table, she’s watching a horror movie with a smoothie in hand.

“Hi, m’heart,” Harry murmurs cautiously, loosening up his tie until it falls limp around his neck.

She glances over at him, sarcasm lacing her tone,“So you do know how to talk without yelling at me, hmm?”

His face falls, frowning, “Hey, lovie - don’t be like tha’. Y’gonna let me apologize?”

“Come scratch my back and I’ll hear you out,” She hums, keeping a serious face.

“Y’drive a hard bargain, m’heart. Show me y’tits,” Harry begins to smile, striding over and getting her no time before he’s pulling off her shirt and sports bra.

He sits down then gently lays her down on her tummy and she rests her head in his lap, cheek pressed against his thigh.

“I shouldn’t have done that, I wasn’t thinkin’. Now I’m worried she’s gonna hate me forever,” Harry mumbles, using his blunt nails to trace up and down her back.

“You’re her favorite person. She’ll always love you more than anything,” YN tells him seriously, arching when he scratches an extra itchy spot.

“I hope so. I love her more than anythin’. A little mixture of how much we love each other. How much we worked to get her,” He sighs softly.

—

YN dozed off and Harry tucks a blanket around her bare chest.

When the baby monitor alerts that Ivy had woke up after quite a long nap, he takes a deep breath before walking up the staircase to his fate.

He’s preparing himself for her to scream and cry when she sees her monster of a father because he’d scared her so horribly.

But his mini just widens her green eyes and he looks at his world with bated breath, waiting for the scream or tears.

Instead, she just dimples happily at her father, and squeals with excitement, “Daddy! Hi Daddy, miss you!”

And just like that….

They’re best friends again.

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could we get a dad!sirius headcannon or blurb??

All my blurbs turn into little 1.3k fics... I didn't wrote this as part of the dad!marauders series because I already have plans for a fic but I will never say no to dad!sirius. I am quite proud of it and I hope you will like it too!!

Learning how to fly

A cosy cottage stood at the end of a little road of cobblestones, surrounded by green trees and yellow flowers. On the left side of the house there was another, but this one didn’t seem to have the warmth nor the happiness that could be found in the house at the end of the street. A field of wildflowers in more colours than the rainbow lay on the other side of the cottage and trees with light green leaves and light pink blossom stood proudly on the edge. Happy birds flew around, chirping their cheerful songs, telling anyone who listened that spring had begun.

In the back of the cottage there was a yard just as green and full of bloom as the field surrounding the house. Bushes with peony roses, purple and white crocuses and wild orchids stood on the edge of a small patch of grass.

Just above the grass there were two little feet floating and a loud childish laugh sounded through the warm spring air. A little boy with raven black hair like his father and eyes like his mother, sat on a broomstick that flew just half a meter above the ground, letting the points of his feet drag over the grass. A small yell passed his lips every time he made a turn and was just in time not to collide with the bushes.

Behind the boy there was a man running. Two tattooed arms stuck from his shirt and they were held right behind the little boy’s back, making sure that he wouldn’t fall. However, the broom was faster than the dad had thought and for the past half hour he had been running after his son with his arms outstretched and sweat was starting to run down his back.

Sirius had thought it a good idea to get his son a broomstick for his third birthday, but as he was running behind the toddler he began to doubt his decision. Nevertheless were his doubts quickly thrown away as he saw the smile on his son’s face while he cruised through the garden. That smile could get anything done.

‘Dorian, watch out! Your mom will kill us if we ruin her flowers,’ Sirius warned his son when this one waited for the last second to turn around. The little boy laughed loudly and he stopped in the middle of the patch of grass. He turned around to his dad before he let himself fall off his broom.

Dorian landed softly in the grass and lay on his back with his arms wide. Sirius quickly took the broomstick before the boy would mount it again and he lay down next to his son, their heads together and bodies pointing the other way. The little kid was panting lightly and Sirius could hear the blood rushing as his ear was against Dorian’s.

For a moment Sirius closed his eyes and let the sun shine on his face, relaxing at the feeling of the warmth on his skin. It were the precious minutes like these he enjoyed the most. Before Dorian was born, Sirius’ life had been slow and relaxed. Everything in his life had settled down after he had met you and it was only after his son had come into his life that Sirius had realised how lucky he had been to have those few calm years with you.

That didn’t mean that he did not enjoy the busy life he had now. Ever since the words ‘I am pregnant’ had fallen from your lips Sirius’ life had taken a hundred-eighty degree turn. From that moment on everything that had seemed important before had been pushed to the back. Suddenly Sirius had been responsible for a life that was not his own.

‘You see that cloud, Dor?’ Sirius pointed at one of the clouds that were floating over their heads. ‘It looks like a horse.’

‘With a knight on it!’ Dorian exclaimed and he giggled softly. ‘And that one looks like a dragon!’

As the two clouds got closer to each other, Dorian held his breath until the white shapes collided and melted together. Dorian made the sounds of their battle and Sirius laughed loudly. He turned his head to look at his son and a smile formed on his lips as he saw how enthusiastic the little boy was. Dorian’s eyes glittered in the light of the sun and his cheeks shone from the thin layer of sweat that had formed while playing.

While Dorian babbled on about the knight and the monster, the door of the house opened and you stepped out into the garden with two glasses of lemonade in your hands. Sirius brushed his hands through his son’s black curls and the Dorian stopped talking and looked up. There was a question mark in his eyes but Sirius just got up and pulled the boy up too.

‘Mommy!’ Dorian cheered when he saw you standing at the table and he ran towards you. ‘Dad learned me how to fly!’

‘He did? Why don’t you drink some and then show me?’ you said and you gave Dorian a glass. The other glass went to Sirius and he gladly accepted the cold liquid in his body.

Dorian was finished before him and he handed his glass back to you before he ran off to get his broom. You placed the glass on the table and wrapped one arm around Sirius’ waist. He pressed a kiss to the side of your head and together you watched as your son tried to mount his little broomstick.

After a few minutes of struggling Dorian gave up and looked up at his parents. He shot Sirius a helpless look and his dad let go of you before helping Dorian. Still holding the broom with one hand, Sirius bent forward to Dorian and whispered, ‘Let’s show mommy what you can do.’

He gave Dorian a little push and the boy spurted off into the garden. He giggled loudly as he turned and twisted above the grass. Sirius stood in the middle of the grass and he smiled at you as you watched your son anxiously, afraid he would hurt himself. When you looked at Sirius, you rolled your eyes at him, knowing that he had sensed your worries.

After a few rounds, Dorian let himself fall off the broom onto the grass. He jumped up again and ran into your arms, while you cheered him on. ‘Good job, sweetie! You were amazing!’

Dorian smiled giddily and placed a wet kiss on your forehead. ‘Thank you, mommy. Dad’s gonna learn me how to land tomorrow!’

‘Is he? I thought your dad had an appointment tomorrow?’ you said and you turned to look at Sirius.

‘I’ll figure something,’ he shrugged. ‘Can’t let my boy wait!’

Dorian turned in your arms and opened his little ones to pull Sirius into the hug. He wrapped his arms around you and Dorian and kissed you shortly. Dorian pulled a face and pushed you apart.

‘Ew!’ he said and you laughed. Sirius let go of you and took Dorian’s face between his hands, peppering his son’s face with kisses until this one was wriggling so much you could barely hold him anymore.

‘That’s enough,’ you chuckled and put Dorian back on the ground. You brushed his hand through his hair before he ran off to play with the broom again. Wrapping your arms around Sirius you sighed as you looked at the boy that was growing so fast. Sirius seemed to understand your sigh because he buried his head in your neck and nodded.

‘He’s growing too fast,’ he muttered and you felt his hot breath on your skin. ‘Soon he’ll be our little Dorian no more.’

‘If he is anything like you, he’ll always be our little Dorian,’ you smiled and pressed a kiss on Sirius’ head. ‘You are still my little Sirius.’

‘I’m not little!’ Sirius whined into your shoulder and you chuckled, stroking his back.

‘Whatever helps you sleep at night, love.’

[boom-bakugou]

‘Message Recieved” - Katsuki Bakugou

A/N: This is a gift for @mcchristinaconlinobeyme who wrote me lovely little fanfic in return 💖

Pairings: Katsuki Bakugou x F!Reader

Warnings: Stalker-ish and abusive tendencies from reader’s father, Bakugou’s filthy language

Summary: You thought your villainous father was out of your life for good. Until the letters began to arrive.

Word Count: 2.5k

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It was little things at first. You couldn’t help but notice your name on flyers when you would go into the city. When men would bump into you in the street and before you had time to apologise they’d have run off without a trace. U.A. knew of your fathers history which is why they felt it necessary to have you be under more protection at school.

Though soon enough you just began to think that all those little occurrences were nothing but that, your plagued mind worrying yourself that something was bound to happen. But the teachers were taking care of you, nothing was going to change that.

Until the letters began to come.

Suspecting it was another student leaving small love letters out for you, you didn’t particularly pay much interest in it. The notes saying things like ‘Hello Y/N’ and ‘I’ve missed you a lot’. But one night as you were fading into sleep you heard the small drop of paper onto your balcony. Itching your eyes you feigned awakeness to try and see above you if someone was there and dropped it onto your balcony below. But all the lights were off on the floor above. Opening the envelope your blood ran cold, your feet stepping back until you tripped and landed with a heavy thud.

When are you going to come back home to me Y/N?

Nothing could stop the wave of tears from flowing down your face or the choked sobs falling out your mouth, you could’ve woken up the whole floor but you didn’t care as the shock settled in. You were doomed. It wasn’t until there were loud raps banging on your door that took you out of your swampy wallowing. You didn’t even wipe your face as you went to open the door, your hands shaking as you twisted the door handle- expecting to see your father there.

“Can you keep the noise down idiot some people are trying to slee-'' Bakugou stood in front of your door, hair disheveled from his rudely awoken slumber. “What’s up with you?

It wasn’t common knowledge for a lot of the students to know about your father since you had been placed under witness protection. The teachers felt it better that way also as a means for the other students to not think of you any differently from themselves.

“I need to see Mr Aizawa.” Your hands had unbeknownst to you; crushed the paper. You’d been safe for so long, why now? Why when you’re finally happy why does it have to crawl right back up to you?

“Yeah.” His answer was curt but he could see you not even taking the effort to move, or even look him in the eye. Bakugou knew something was immensely off. “Look. I’ll take you there.”

Bakugou’s hand finds the small of your back as he tries to guide you towards the elevator so you two could head to Aizawa’s room. Bakugou took a short glance at you while you waited in the elevator. He didn’t like seeing you like this, pale, sickly. And your eyes looked like they wanted to set that small piece of paper alight. Right now, he would give anything to take you out of how you’re feeling.

When you finally reach Aizawa’s dorm room, you don’t even lift an arm to knock so Bakugou proceeds for you. It takes a few moments for him to awaken and answer the door, his eyes gleaming with anger as to why you’re here.

“You two better have a good reason for being up on a school ni-.”

“I think my dad is trying to get me back.” You uttered.

It was the first time you spoke in that whole few minutes of making your way up the dorms and it felt like years of silence. Aizawa’s gaze lifted with a look of worry, asking you to continue.

“I didn’t really think about it at first, but I’ve seen things when I’ve been outside. Posters with my name on it and small threats. I figured it was just something dumb but it had to be him. A few nights ago I started getting these letters on my balcony, they were harmless so I thought one of the other students was playing a prank on me. Until I got this one.”

Your hand shakily lifted the crumpled envelope and Aizawa took it and scanned it over. Sighing as he prepared himself to speak.

“Do you think he’s trying to get you to join him in his criminal activity?” Aizawa asked, yet before you could speak Bakugou piped up; clearly confused by the interaction.

“Criminal activity? Y/N? Is someone going to tell me what’s happening here?” Bakugou did his best to keep the volume of his voice lowered but it still stuck out sharply in the empty halls. His hands crackling with annoyance as he struggled to understand the context.

“Bakugou that’s enough from you.” Aizawa’s eyes gleamed of his quirk and the small popping and smell of caramel soon dissipated. “You’ve heard enough now go back to your dor-“

“Actually Mr Aizawa, I’d prefer it if he stayed.” Your voice sounding slightly more confident than before, looking to Bakugou who’s shock rang in his eyes. He was just happy that you wanted him there. His defensive presence was almost… calming.

Aizawa acknowledged your wishes and asked you both to wait as he contacted the other teachers to be on the watch out for any disturbances on school grounds. He agreed that he’d take the night to keep watch but the teachers tomorrow would have to set up a schedule.

“Now I know you can handle yourself Y/N, but I’m trusting you Bakugou to make sure she gets to her dorm safely.” His eyes shot between the two of you, sympathy washing over you as he glanced at your sickly expression. “We’ll keep everyone safe.”

And with that Bakugou walked you both back to your dormitories. Not wanting to deal with the silence for any longer, Bakugou broke it with a sigh before speaking.

“I know you probably don’t want to talk about it, but your dads a villain?”

You nodded, you knew everyone would do their best but your father was sneaky, manipulative. He played games no one knew how, and it terrified you. Why hadn’t you seen it before? All the messages, the ways to get into your head. It was suddenly all at once eating you alive, the feeling of eyes all over your body.

“Thank you. For- staying with me.” You sigh, allowing yourself to be enveloped by the darkness of your room. Not even giving Bakugou a chance to say ‘you’re welcome’ as you shut your door. Sliding your curtains closed and double checking to make sure that everything was locked, you succumbed to a worrying slumber. The thought of your father in the front of your mind.

Throughout the days, things wore off. Your father clearly having taken a hint that security at UA had increased since his last letter. But nothing would stop him from having you back with him. And that was when the text messages started.

‘You know the fates your friends will meet if you don’t find me Y/N’

‘You can’t hide from me forever’

You hadn’t told the teachers of the texts for some moral high ground you had set upon yourself that you could push through it. He wasn’t in your life anymore and bu hacking into your phone wasn’t any different. Until the last text.

‘Tomorrow. They’ll all be dead because of you if you don’t show your face at the park, midnight. Don’t think I won’t.’

Attached to the message were selfies of you and your friends from 1-A. Laughing, smiling, having a good time together. But it was the last few photos that caught your attention. Pictures not from your phone. Photos of you and Bakugou taken from distances away, just days when you were all out shopping and hanging out on weekends together with the rest of the Bakusquad. But with every swipe of your finger, the pictures got closer and closer.

‘Katsuki Bakugou right? Don’t think I won’t blow him to smithereens too. Take up my offer or watch your friends and your little boyfriend’s faces be splattered all over TV screens at my hands.’

You swallowed the lump in your throat. This was it. You had to join him. For the safety of everyone. Packing a small bag you slipped out onto your balcony, manoeuvring ways to get down and out of UA Heights in the dark. You stifled sniffles as you snuck out, probably never going to see your friends again, and Bakugou… he was rough around his edges, yes, but he was the only one who knew. Who knew what you had been through, the torture your father had put you through. You knew you couldn’t burden him with the texts you had been getting though, he’d been your therapist enough. You had to leave. For him.

Your father didn’t give any descriptors on what park to head to, but you had your hunch. It was one that he used to take you as a kid with your mother. But that memory was all but a dream. Walking around the dimly lit paths, you searched for any sign of him before an arm tugged you into the rough of a bush. Expecting this to be your fate, you lent into the attacker.

“What do you think you’re doing?” The harsh whisper of Bakugou’s voice was weirdly music to your ears. His eyes had bags underneath them, an abnormal sight for the boy who went to bed at 8pm every day.

“What’re you doing here?” You shot back, keeping the hushed tones. Knowing your father would kill Bakugou on sight if he saw him here.

“Stopping you from doing something stupid, idiot!” His hands gripped tightly at the sides of your shoulders before dropping them as he realised he might’ve been scaring you more than he should’ve been.

“I knew something was up. I fuckin’ knew it.” Bakugou shook his head, you couldn’t read him in the darkness of the leaves surrounding you both. “I knew he wouldn’t just up and leave. Fuck-“

“Why did you follow me Bakugou?” Your voice was angry and you could see the look of shock on his face. It took him a few moments to answer before he gave a sigh.

“To take care of you idiot.” His voice is but a mere grumble, but it’s as clear as day in the quiet of the park. “You don’t have to suffer in silence. I- I’m worried about you.”

He shoots a side glance at you, obviously worried about your wellbeing. His eyes dance over your face so delicately, taking in every small aspect of it. As if he’s studied it for hundreds of years and knows each freckle by memory.

“You can’t be here.” You didn’t even realise you were crying, the look of realisation set upon his face.

“He’s here isn’t he?” His question is simple enough but it feels like a ton of bricks on your neck as you try to nod.

“Y/N~” your dad's voice rings out in the dark and it sets the two of you upright. The anger washes over his face and you realise that he can no longer hold back, and you can’t even stop him. Nothing ever stops Bakugou.

“You think you can just lure her away you freak?” Bakugou’s words reek of venom, his figure slipping out from the shrubbery, palms crackling like 1000 party poppers. “You’ll never lay a finger on her!”

Bakugou is the first to blast, you can’t help but hide in the bushes as the fight ensues, too terrified to show your face in case your dad swoops you away. But… what about Bakugou?

“Where is she?” Your father’s voice rings like a lion’s roar, it sends bile up your throat.

“Somewhere you’ll never find her!” Bakugou lies through his teeth, hoping to buy some time.

Before long it’s an all out flashy quirk fest. Your father's quirk being that of scorching energy beams, not an easy fight for the two. It didn’t take too long before your father eventually clipped Bakugou with one of his beams, sending him flying into a tree.

“Katsuki!” You scream out, revealing your hiding place. Scrambling over to Bakugou’s slumped over body you try to wake him up as your father chuckles and stomps over to you. You manage to throw him back for a few blows, keeping him away from Bakugou and yourself before you hear voices. The teachers. The sight of your father being captured by Aizawa’s scarf couldn’t help but feel like a breath of fresh air.

“They get here okay?” Bakugou chokes out from underneath you, his eyes squinting at the heroes.

“You called for help?” Your face was wet with tears, once falling because of fear and desperation and now just happy that Bakugou was seemingly alright. “That’s not like you.”

“I didn’t care what happened to that fuckin’ idiot.” His hand lays atop yours, switching his sight to you with a small smirk played upon his lips. “Just that you were safe.”

“Katsuki I-“

“I care about you a lot Y/N.” Bakugou sits himself up, wincing, so he can look you better in the eye. “I just, wanted to make sure that you were okay because… well I like you okay?”

The admission seems to hurt him but feels like a relief off of his chest.

“You were there for me Bakugou when I needed it.” You pull him delicately into a hug, the explosive smell of caramel and firewood playing upon your senses. “And… I’m thankful for that. Plus I- like you too.”

“You’re not just saying that because I saved your life are you idiot?”

You can’t help but chuckle a bit.

“No Bakugou. As I said, you’re there for me. And that’s why I like you… a lot.”

[mxpseudonym]

Just Good Business

Pairing: Tommy x Reader 

Reader Gender Expression: She/Her pronouns, feminine clothing descriptions

Summary: You are forced to marry Tommy Shelby, but that doesn’t mean you have to make things easy for him. 

Length: 1671 words (allegedly)

Warnings: Mentions of forced marriage. Otherwise Bad bitch, chaotic energy and some justified (non violent) rage. 

A/N: This was very fun to write! 

Also there’s going to be a NSFW part II because the tension? The sheer sexual tension?? Yeah, it needs to happen. 

Part II

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Being a bit impossible to pin down is what you're known for, and you liked that. It was your grandmother who taught you how to be difficult. 

When they try to smooth your edges, rip the sandpaper. 

You didn't have a natural place in polite society, your family knew this. But your father wasn't going to let you into the family business, either. So he took your brother, your imbecile of a brother, and let him lead instead. Two years later, you're sitting at a dinner table in a fancy restaurant with your parents, your brother who can't look you in the eye, and two gangsters from Birmingham. You could tell they were gangsters because they smelled like new money, and had guns under their blazers. One was an older woman Polly Shelby, and the other was her nephew, Thomas Shelby. 

You thought it was any other business meeting, but your brother was fidgeting the way he did when you were younger, and he stole your necklace and broke it but didn't want to tell you. He was hiding something big. Luckily for him and unluckily for you, it quickly became abundantly clear. 

"Let's get right to it, we'll settle the debt, put in an accountant who will manage to unfuck you, and take 45% of the resulting profit," Tommy Shelby laid the cards on the table. Your face contorted in confusion. What debt? 

"Alright, it's done," your father said, a quiver in his voice along with relief. 

"What? That's a terrible bargain," you scoffed. The way your mother turned away, her eyes tearing up, and your brother practically quivering beside you. You met the eyes of Polly Shelby, and something about them told you to brace yourself. 

"Is your daughter still upholding the marriage to our dear Thomas?" Polly asked. For a moment, you thought you blacked out. For a moment, you thought you'd forgotten you had a sister. For a moment, you assumed it wasn't the 1920's but the 17-fucking-40's where you may have come with some livestock as well. 

"So this is it, huh? This is why you let me go to Paris with my friends last week, Mum? And why Dad said he'd buy me a car? And why Graham won't stop fucking fidgeting?" You asked, looking to your brother who just grimaced at you. There was no out, and you knew it. 

"Don't make a scene, y/n," your father told you, tired already as if he'd put up some great fight. 

"Well? Are we on?" Polly got us back on track. "I'll need to hear it from her." You looked down at your handbag until you saw the emerald color and not a blinding red.

"You'll take 10% of the resulting profits," you finally said. If you were getting given away, it was going to be at least a good deal. 

"40," the deep, Brummie voice of Thomas Shelby came to the party. Your eyes flicked up to meet his icy blue ones. 

"12."

"35."

"15."

"33%, and you can go to Paris as much as you'd like," he said his final offer with a smirk. If you weren't so fueled by anger, you'd appreciate it.

"18%, I go to Paris as much as I want, and I won't make your life a living hell. Maybe I'll even kiss you goodbye in the morning, my love," you said in the most charming voice you could muster, which wasn't very. He'd never tell you that's when he knew he liked you, but he didn't have to. You landed on an even 25%. You could go to Paris, he'd get his morning goodbye kiss and some peace from time to time, and you'd get a car that was better than anything your father had planned. You shook on it yourself. 

"Welcome to the Shelby's," Polly said when she grasped your hand. You grabbed your bag and turned to Tommy.

"If the car's not a Hispano-Suiza, 2% of that profit comes directly to me," you warned him before walking away.

You should've fucking known that it would be at least partially an adventure. At first, you were mad. You allowed yourself to be easily swayed in the wedding planning, saying yes to the most frivolous things.

"500 bloody pounds for a dress you'll wear once?!" Tommy all but shouted and threw down the receipt on the desk of his office. You sat unnerved in the seat in front of him.

"Once, on the most important day of my life," you said, giving a brief pout and nothing else. Tommy rubbed his chin as he went to refill his glass of whiskey.

"Stubborn, reckless, outlandish even. Sure, you're all of those things. But spoiled? That's a surprise," he said, almost disappointed. You rolled your eyes at his little act. 

"Come off it, Shelby. I have very little in this world, least of all a family I can trust. Everything I do have is about to belong to you because I'm a woman with nothing but familial debt. So don't stand there and lecture me about the rights and wrongs of acting out, Thomas. You and my father only listen to money." You stood and were halfway to the door when Tommy blocked your way. 

"You've threatened to run away if you had to live with your parents, so we've put you in a grand apartment in London. You have your parties there with all your friends. You spend all the money you'd like and more. When will it end?" He asked. You wondered if he actually cared about the stability of your coping mechanisms, or about you. His hand came up to brush your waist. It was all you needed to come back to your senses.  You took a breath and looked up at him.

"Until I'm satisfied," You decided. 

Polly was something between annoyed and amused at you. You were loud, as subtle as a cannon, and possibly more stubborn than her nephew. There wasn't a week that went by where Tommy wasn't talking about something you'd done. 

"Tommy, have you tried going along with something she says?" Polly suggested one day when you'd called not finding a proper wedding venue an "emergency." Tommy leaned back in thought, then picked up the phone. Perhaps his aunt was right... like usual.

"If this is kidnap, it's very ironic," you said as you stumbled along the gravel. Your ridiculous fiancé had taken you to an undisclosed location. Now, the only thing guiding you was Tommy, whose hand was over your eyes. 

"It's not a kidnapping. On the contrary, I've come to take you home," Tommy said before his hand lifted. You blinked the blur away to see a large house. Well, let's call a spade a spade. It was a mansion if you'd ever seen one. 

"Holy hell," you breathed.

"This is Arrow House, Ms. y/l/n. It's got everything you could need and hopefully what you want. Here's a map." He pulled a thick piece of paper from his coat pocket. "Let me know if I've missed anything."

Crying wasn't in your repertoire. Even the events of the past few months hadn't done you in. But, you made an exception and allowed a few to leak while you looked around. You could feel your betrothed’s eyes watching you take it all in, but it didn't matter when the home was breathtaking. When you came back to the foyer, you couldn't help but tweak an eyebrow at Tommy. 

"Have you got a crush on me, Shelby?" You asked, or accused rather. He just chuckled and grabbed your hand, leading you towards the door.

"Let's go see the stables."

The wedding was grander than was even sensible. Tommy didn't know how you forged the guest list or who most of these people were, but you told him if he helped you hang drapes, you'd explain your itemized list. Now that was a sight to see. You could only stand it for a bit and did what you usually did at parties. You found quiet place on a balcony overlooking the wedding reception turned memorable party that spilled into the large venue's gardens. 

"Well, we've done it, Mrs. Shelby," Tommy said, walking up from behind you with two champagne glasses. You took one with a broad smile. 

"Thank you, Mr. Shelby. I'd have to agree."

"Are you having a good time?"

"Sure, are you? This is your wedding gift," you said, motioning to the crowds.

"And how is that?" He looked over the railing with you. You started pointing people out.

"Over there is the Commissioner and his wife's sister. London police chief over there with his mistress. Lady Catherine Wilcox, one of the most influential socialites in the country, is by the fountain. She's been eyeing Arthur all night too. And so on." You nodded triumphantly. "At those parties I was having in London, I only said good things about you, which is annoying to admit but here we are. Thomas Shelby, your wedding is your introduction to the upper echelon society." He turned and leaned against the railing, and you followed his lead. 

"I guess I owe you a thank you," he said. 

"I’d say so. You’re on several guest lists and incredibly important customer lists now.” You cupped your ear and leaned closer. “Let's hear it.”

"Thank you, y/n." He rolled his eyes, then looked at you with a sigh. "Are you happy, then?" He asked.

"Better, I'm satisfied."

With a clink of your glasses, your relationship could begin. And when Tommy leaned in to kiss you, you didn't pull away. 

"This seems like a crush," were your first words when you parted.

"You're the one who made us late to the ceremony," he pointed out.

"No one even noticed."

"I think they did," he begged to differ. 

"You weren't supposed to come to find me before the wedding. It's bad luck," you tsked Tommy, taking another sip of the bubbling drink, which did nothing to help the heat creeping up your neck. 

"Just had to make sure you didn't run off." He shrugged but moved closer to whisper in your ear. "And I believe, Mrs. Shelby, the dress wasn't even on yet."

"Don't get your hopes up, it meant nothing." You waved it away, not convinced or convincing. Tommy nodded then kissed you again. 

"Right, right. It's just good business." 

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Tommy Tag List: @soleil-dor

[writtenonreceipts]

Square One Pt 2

I got some ideas and thoughts on the background for the story.  I should have thought about all of that prior to posting but I can be really impatient. Ha.  So bare with me if there do seem to be slight inconsistencies between this and the first chapt.  Also, I am the worst outliner.  I am a discovery writer through and through--just a small warning haha.  

And then as soon as I say I want to write a multi-chapt fic I loose all inspiration and motivation.  story of my life...enjoy anyways...i hope

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“I hate your boyfriend Manon,” Elide announced as she entered her friend’s living room with a glass of water and bowl of chips.

Manon was seated casually on her couch wine glass in hand and computer already settled on her favorite site to online shop through.

“At least he’s cute,” Manon said half-heartedly.  She took a long sip of her drink as she filtered through her shopping.

In the bedroom, Marion was snuggled with the “puppy” Abraxos and an ipad loaded with cartoons.  It was only Thursday but Elide couldn’t bring herself to announce no more television.  Especially if it meant having a brief moment of solitude with her friend.

“He’s making me be friends with Lorcan Salvaterre,” Elide said.

Manon snorted into her wine and gave a choking cough. “He’s doing what?”

“Apparently neither of our kids have friends,” Elide said.  She paused when a sudden wave of emotion washed over her.  Scowling at herself Elide shook her head.  “Dorian says it would be a good idea for Marion and Tavish to have playdates, become friends.  So now I have to be friends with Lorcan Salvaterre.”

Cackling madly, Manon threw her head back with a laugh.  The woman seemed to be enjoying this far too much.

“It’s not funny,” Elide growled.

“Oh yes it is,” Manon said. “Especially if we get a repeat of the fourth of July."

Manon may have found it hilarious, but Elide was struggling more and more to hold back on the emotion building in her chest. When Elide didn't reply, however, Manon went quiet which of course only made it harder for Elide to hold back her tears.

"Lide," Manon said in an uncharacteristically soft voice.

"It's fine," Elide insisted. She brushed furiously at her eyes. "I'm fine."

She didn't have to look at Manon to know that her best friend was about to call her a liar when the front door to the apartment opened and Dorian entered.

"Hey babe," he called out before he saw Elide. "And babe."

"No," Elide said, "you shouldn't call me that."

Dorian grinned before making his way to the kitchen and grabbing a beer for the fridge. "Where's the menace to society?"

"You're child?" Manon asked quirking a brow.

"It's a dog, and it's a demon," Dorian replied.

"Uncle Dorian!"

Dorian managed to turn just in time before Marion attacked Dorion, nearly sending him toppling over. Abraxos, a rescue pit bull with half a missing ear and plenty of battle scars scampered into the room to join the attack on Dorian.

It was enough chaos that Elide was able to forget her earlier rise in emotions and laugh as Dorian struggled to keep his feet and beer.

"Where was my hello this afternoon?" Dorian exclaimed with a laugh. He managed to put his beer up on the counter and scoop Marion in his arms.

"You're a teacher, I can't know you," Marion said.

Elide and Manon leaned into each other laughing heavily while Marion dictated all the reasons why she had to ignore him.

"And you're old," Marion concluded.

"I love your daughter," Manon said as she finished her glass of wine.

Elide couldn’t help but agree.  She watched contentedly as Dorian accepted Marion’s help in getting dinner together.  The unspoken agreement of the Havilliard-Blackbeak household was that Manon did none of the cooking.  And Elide was in full support of it.  She’d tried Manon’s cooking before and it hadn’t been great.

It wasn’t much later when Marion had finally collapsed from exhaustion on her mother’s lap and was in a peaceful slumber.

Dinner had consisted of grilled cheese and soup, both of which Marion declared were her two favorite things.  Ever.  Another reason that Elide decided Dorian was one of her favorite humans.  If he could get her daughter to eat something without complaining, he could do anything.

“Do you need us to watch her?” Dorian asked as he settled onto the couch beside Manon.

It took Elide too long to really grasp what Dorian had asked and remember what day it was.  “Can you tomorrow night?  They have me on a closing shift.”

“Of course,” Manon said immediately.  She tucked her head back against Dorian’s chest and nodded encouragingly.

“I can always Aelin too, I don’t want to bother you and Dor--”

Dorian cut her off. “You’re never bothering us.”

Elide could only nod.  There was an unspoken invitation lingering behind Manon’s words.  An invitation that Elide would never accept.  She couldn’t.  Maybe she was too stubborn, but there was something about accepting the help--the charity that she knew she would never get over.  Besides, Manon and Dorian had already done more than enough for Elide.  More than she would ever be able to pay them back for.

“We should probably go,” Elide said, running her fingers through Marion’s hair. “It’s a school night.”

“I’ll pick up Marion so you can go straight to work,” Manon offered.

“That would be great,” Elide agreed.  She carefully pulled Marion into her arms and stood. “I can give you money for pizza or something.”

“Hell no,” Dorian said. “We’re making our own pizza tomorrow.”

“We are?” Manon asked doubtfully.  “You remember what happened the last time we did that?”

“Well this time the damn dog won’t get on the counter and eat all the cheese,” Dorian said.

Manon grinned slyly at him. “You love that damn dog.”

“Not as much as I love you,” Dorian replied.

Elide let out a groan and moved to the door before they started jumping on each other. “You two are disgusting.”

Manon cackled loudly and jumped up to follow Elide to the door. “Love you, Elide.  I’ll text you when I pick her up from school.”

Elide flashed one more grateful smile to Manon before hurrying out to her car, Marion still deeply asleep in her arms.

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“So,” Rowan said with a deep frown, “Havilliard’s making you and Lochan be friends?”

“Our kids,” Lorcan said.

Rowan shrugged and leaned against the kitchen counter of Lorcan’s place.  In the living room a cartoon was playing and Tavish was yelling along to it--something with power rangers or something of the sort.

“I still can’t believe the two of you have kids,” Rowan said. “I thought she went off to play soccer at Wendlyn University.”

“So did I,” Lorcan said.

He could remember the day she told him about her plans.  She’d said she was going to get the hell out of Terrasen and never look back. That no one was going to stop her.  Lorcan remembered that was the day he realized that he kind of loved her.  They were only seventeen and Lorcan was always in awe of her spitfire nature and her passion for life.  Even when her uncle tried to break her continually.

“I didn’t think she’d ever come back here,” Lorcan added, “let alone stay here.”

Not after what had happened near the end of their senior year.  What he’d said.  What he’d done.  But Lorcan pushed that thought aside.  Thinking about the past had never done him any good.

“Dad?” Tavish poked his head into the kitchen and blinked up at his father innocently. “Can we go visit Momma tomorrow?”

Lorcan looked at his son, confused.  It wasn’t completely an out of the ordinary request, but strange nonetheless.

“Of course, bud,” Lorcan said, “but you know your momma wants you to go to bed on time.”

Tavish’s eyes widened to an impossible size before he nodded sullenly and dashed through the kitchen to his room.

“How has he been?” Rowan asked quietly as Tavish began slamming drawers in his room to get ready for bed.

“He was barely three when she died,” Lorcan said, “it’s been what?  Four years?”

“Yeah but if he’s being distant in school to the point that the principal--” Rowan began, but Lorcan scowled at him.

“Havilliard’s an ass,” Lorcan said, “and is just looking for something to do.”

“Lor,” Rowan said softly, “you know he’s right.”

Lorcan sighed heavily as Tavish dashed back out of his room to the bathroom.  The water turned on and the brief sounds of brushing filled the silence.  Tavish skidded back into the kitchen, his shirt was on inside out and his pants were pulled on unevenly so the left leg was bunched around his knee and the right flopped over his foot.

“Uncle Rowan,” Tavish said “can we go to the park with Fleetfoot on Saturday?  Aelin said we could.”

“Maybe on Saturday, my man,” Rowan said, he flashed Lorcan a look, “I hear your dad has plans for you on Saturday.”

Tavish cast Lorcan a long look that could easily be interpreted as uncertain and disbelieving.

“Marion’s mom invited us to play soccer on Saturday,” Lorcan explained.  Though he tried, Lorcan couldn't quite hide the grin when Tavish smacked a hand on his head.

“Marion doesn’t even like rocks or worms dad,” Tavish said. “Why do I hafta be friends with her?”

“Because friends are good for you,” Lorcan replied.  It was the worst explanation imaginable and Tavish fixed him with a look that was so obviously exasperated and reminded Lorcan so much of himself that he actually laughed out loud. “Besides, it’ll be fun.”

Taish let out a loud groan and slumped off towards his room.

“I’ll tuck you in in a minute, bud,” Lorcan called after him.

“Good luck with that,” Rowan said under his breath.

“I’m not looking forward to the teenage years,” Lorcan agreed.

Rowan grinned and shook his head before heading out for the night.  It was a regular thing that Rowan or any of their other friends would drop by at any given time.  Lorcan had decided long ago that he would have an open door policy with his friends and Tavish.  His home was a safe place.  No matter what, Lorcan would make sure his son didn’t have the same childhood he did.  

As Lorcan entered Tavish’s room he helped pile the blankets on the bed, making sure they were tucked sufficiently.  He also had to make sure the stuffed animals were all properly arranged as well.

“Marion’s weird dad,” Tavish said as Lorcan brushed his hair back. “She brought her stuffed animal to school.”

Lorcan shook his head, deciding not to remind Tavish that he’d defended Marion’s choice.  Instead he posed a question.  “What’s wrong with being weird?  Everyone’s a little weird.”

Tavish sighed and squirmed in the bed, getting comfortable. “I dunno.  No one really talks to her.”

“Sometimes talking to people is hard,” Lorcan said.  He knew Elide had been the same way in High School, always quiet, always careful.  Until you got to know then the dam would burst and insanity would ensue.  Lorcan smiled softly and leaned over to press a kiss to Tavish’s forehead. “You don’t have to be friends with her if you really don’t want to.  But just try this weekend okay?”

Tavish nodded slowly.  “Fine.”

“Good,” Lorcan said.  “Do you want to read something tonight?  We can finish that Spider-Man comic?”

“No s’alright,” Tavish said with a yawn.  “G’night daddy.”

Lorcan kissed his son once more and stood.  He made it to the door before Tavish spoke again.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Lorcan said as he turned off the light and headed off to bed.

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as always, thank-you thank-you thank-you for reading/commenting/reblogging. 

I have bits of the next chapter ready, hopefully by next weekend it’ll be done...

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Cruel Summer, Part 2

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AN: Thank you all so much for your thoughts and comments. I enjoy them immensely. I thought this was all going to be from Rowan’s POV, but... I was wrong. CW: Drinking, swearing.

The first Monday after Ashryver Playland opens is always Aelin’s favorite day of the summer. It’s a silly tradition her grandparents started, but it’s been a part of her life as long as she can remember. That very first Monday after the park’s first successful week, the Ashryver Galathinius clan opens up their summer home to the Playland’s staff and families for an all day pool party and barbeque.

Summer has always been Aelin’s favorite season. It means spending three months of pure bliss in her summer home, overlooking the waters of Terrasen from her bedroom balcony. And there’s something about Ashryver’s opening week barbeque that always manages to sets the tone for her summer. Summer doesn’t really begin until the barbeque begins. It’s always marks her first something.

When she was eleven, Aelin met her first real best friend, Dorian – one of the board member’s sons. She’d left the party to hide in the music room, trying to teach herself how to play her favorite Death Cab for Cutie song on the large grand piano, when he wandered in, singing on top of her stumbling melody line with a flawless unbroken tenor. He’d flashed her a giant smile and pushed his floppy dark curls out of his face and sat down on the bench next to her. They’d been best friends ever since. And the firsts only continued from there.

As Aelin finishes drawing a perfect cat eye with her liquid eyeliner she wonders what first awaits her this summer.  

“Aelin, ten minutes til guests.” Her mother, Evalin, walks past her open bedroom door and does a double-take. “Wowww, someone looks especially nice today,” her mom says with a playful gleam in her eye. “Might I ask who you’re dressing up for?” she asks, taking in Aelin’s white eyelet sundress and full face of makeup. “Because I know this certainly isn’t for Dorian. Wisely.”

“I heard that,” Dorian says, bounding up the last few steps and onto the second floor landing. He sees Aelin and grins that very same grin he gave her that first day he spotted her a decade ago and takes off running. Aelin squeals as Dorian hugs her from behind and swings her around, lifting her off her feet.

“Dor, put me down, I just finished doing my hair!” Aelin says, shrugging him off, but she returns his smile fondly, even as he flops down onto her perfectly made bed, making himself comfortable and kicking off his flip flops.

“You do look suspiciously nice, Ace. What’s with the dress and the hair? Aren’t you going to swim?” Dorian asks stretching his arms up and placing them under his head.

Aelin ignores him and goes back to finishing her makeup. She uncaps a crimson red lipstick and leans into the mirror to apply it when –

“You know if you’re actually looking to make out with someone tonight then red lips probably isn’t the right choice.”

Aelin slides her eye to the boy on her bed and then straightens up again, putting the red lipstick away. He does have a point. Dorian bolts upright, eyebrows raised.

“We’re making out with someone tonight? Who?” Dorian asks, poking Aelin’s thigh with one of his toes.

Aelin’s cheeks flush as she remembers the name of the staff member she so thoroughly stalked the other night. So thoroughly, in fact, that she’s actually embarrassed about it. But also, who has a public Facebook profile these days? Rowan Whitethorn, that’s who.

When Aelin realized all she had to do was ask her five year old nephew for the name of the man who rescued him, she was easily able to find the man on the RSVP list for the barbeque. And from there, she sat in front of her computer for hours, soaking in every last detail she could find. Grew up in Wendlyn, went to school at Mistward and majored in computer sciences and graduated four years ago. His interests include photography and fitness and baking (what man enjoys baking and posts pictures of it?).

Aelin is extremely curious as to how he ended up working at Playland. A man with that kind of degree doesn’t usually find himself ripping ticket stubs, but she’s not complaining about it. Aelin really enjoys looking at his face. And his arms. And his back. She’s anxious to talk to him today, which is annoying. Aelin is never anxious around men. She’s fun and flirty and confident, but one look at Rowan had her excess nerves dancing in circles and turning her into kind of a bitch. She’s hoping her second impression is a lot better. Hence, the dress. And the makeup.

“We’re making out with no one.” Aelin shoots a warning glance in Dorian’s direction as she puts on a light pink lip stain.

“You and Chaol didn’t get back together, did you?” Dorian asks, and Aelin cringes.

“Of course not.” She turns to Dorian as she puts on the final touch – her favorite gold hoop earrings. “You don’t think your best friend would have told you if we’d gotten back together?”

“I don’t know, that last break up nearly took us all out, so if we could not repeat that, that’d be great.” Dorian stares at her, willing her to fess up, but Aelin refuses to give him anything in return. It’s way too early to tell Dorian anything.

“All right, then,” he drawls in a silly British accent. “Keep your secrets.”

Aelin sticks out her tongue as her mom calls out from downstairs, “Kids! Party guests are here!”

“Twenty-four-years old, and we’re still fucking kids,” Dorian grumbles as the pair make their way down the grand front staircase. Aelin hops up onto the wooden banister and rides it all the way down to the bottom, shouting “Catch me!” to Dorian as he runs and chases her to the foyer.

Evalin scolds them, but there’s no real bite to it.  Aelin fixes her banister-swept hair and makes her way out to the front stairs where she and her parents will greet all the staff members and their families. Her parents are all about making the Playland employees feel welcomed, and they make a point to learn each and every one of their names. Plus, they’re a stickler for etiquette. Aelin can’t remember a time when she wasn’t on the front steps to welcome party guests as they arrived.

“I’ll meet you out back in… an hour-ish?” Aelin tells Dorian. “Steal me a bottle of pink champagne?”

Dorian bows at the waist. “Yes, your majesty.” He chuckles softly when she flips him off.

Aelin is the last to join her family. Her parents and her brother, for all intents and purposes, Aedion, already perched and ready to welcome the first wave of guests.

An hour later and Aelin’s jaw already hurts from smiling. She’s shaken so many hands and met so many people and made polite conversation with staff members from years past, but there’s still one face that hasn’t shown yet, and Aelin is having a hard time not showing her disappointment. He RSVPed yes, which means he should be here. Not showing up would be very rude. Right?

Aedion shakes out his hands and cracks his neck loudly. “Who’s ready for a drink?”

Aelin is reluctant to leave the front stairs. Leaving the front stairs means they’re finished greeting people at the party, which means that party guests have stopped arriving, and she’s not ready to admit that defeat. She gives one last wistful glance down the long empty driveway before giving in.

“Yeah, I could use a large drink,” Aelin yawns, leaning into her big brother’s shoulder.

“You’re not allowed to be tired,” he says with a laugh, squeezing her arm. “You are a sprightly youth and don’t have a ten-year-old and a five-year-old waking you up every morning at the crack of dawn to fight about watching Cars or Disney Fam Jam.”

Aelin looks up at him. “That’s not a real thing.”

“I assure you, it is.”

“This guy needs a drink,” Aelin says loudly as she and Aedion make their way out to the back patio where the party is really happening, and Aelin relaxes a tiny bit. So what if Rowan isn’t coming and she got all dressed up for nothing? She’ll look extra cute in pictures this year. She’s here with her family on the first real day of summer, and she’s determined to have a good day, regardless.

She takes in the scene around her – everyone seems to be having the best time. Caterers mill around the stone patio, holding out trays of grilled meats and veggies. At the far side of the patio is a long bar with an ample crowd around it. Champagne is being popped and spirits are being poured, and there’s endless bounds of chatter and laughter from all directions. In the middle of it all, the pool is filled with children and adults alike, playing games and doing handstands and lounging on floats.

The edge of the pool fades into the perfect view of the ocean. Aelin takes a deep breath as she watches the waves break against the shore. She listens to the gulls cawing overhead and inhales the salty sea breeze. Despite her small bout of disappointment, Aelin is happy.

Aedion’s two kids squeal for his attention from the pool.

“Dad! Auntie Ae!” Evie calls from the far end of the pool, her usual strawberry blonde ringlets sopping wet around her shoulders. “Watch me dive!”

Evie dives into the side of the pool, her dolphin arms in perfect form as she splashes into the water. She emerges with a giant smile on her freckled face.

“Good job!” Aedion beams. “Okay, drinks, now,” he whispers to Aelin, guiding her toward the bar.

“Where’s your wife?” Aelin asks, looking around for the green eyed brunette, who’s usually hovering around her children.

Aedion points ahead, and sure enough the woman in question stands at the front of the bar, looking insanely glamorous in a black one piece with a sheer leopard kaftan, taking shots of tequila with Aelin’s favorite returning staff member, Elide.

“Lysandra brought our babysitter with us today,” he says with a devious smile and snakes his way through the crowds to wrap his arm around his wife’s waist.

“Aelin, come do shots!” Elide pulls Aelin up to the bar, her outstretched hand helping her weave her way through the throngs of buzzed staff members. “We’re celebrating my promotion!”

“Ellie is officially manager level this summer.” Lysandra and Elide raise their newly filled shot glasses and hand one each to Aelin and Aedion respectively. Aelin hates tequila but loves Elide, so she clinks glasses and downs the alcohol quickly, grabbing a lime and sucking as much of the juice out of it as she can.

She shudders and Aedion punches her in the shoulder playfully. “Lightweight.”

Aelin rolls her eyes and reverts the topic back to Elide. “So, big shot manager. Does this mean you’re spending all your time with Lorcan now?” Aelin raises her eyebrows, knowing about Elide’s not so small crush on the stoic manager. “Long nights, just the two of you, arranging schedules in the soft romantic light of the Playland breakroom?”

Elide covers her face with her hand and screws her eyes shut. “Oh my god! No! No that is not what is happening at all.”

“Your mouth says no, but your blush says – ‘Yes, Lorcan, yes!’” Aelin teases, poking at Elide’s rosy cheeks. Elide slaps Aelin’s hands away.

“I just had three tequila shots, of course my cheeks are red.” Elide’s hands go to her cheeks, covering them as much as she can, trying to will away the warm flush creeping over her face. “You’re a monster, Aelin. That’s not what’s going on with Lorcan,” she hisses.

“What’s going on with me?” Lorcan asks, approaching from out of nowhere with a beer in his hand, and if possible Elide’s blush grows even deeper.

“Nothing!” Elide shouts, exasperated. “I’ll be right back. Be good, Aelin.” She throws Aelin a warning glare as she stalks off, and Lysandra and Aedion bite back their laughter as a bewildered Lorcan muses out loud—

“Did I say something?”

“No,” Aelin says, turning all her attention to Lorcan. “Elide was just saying how excited she is to work as a manager with you.”

Lorcan’s face lights up as he takes a sip of his beer. “Yeah, she’s been a huge help so far. Especially with such a new staff this year.”

“Yeah… a lot of newbies this year.” Aelin pauses, wondering if she should probe Lorcan about Rowan. It wouldn’t do any harm, right? “Anyone giving you any trouble?”

“Nah,” Lorcan shakes his head and pushes a long piece of hair behind his hair. “But you know me. I like them to think they’re all giving me trouble, so they act accordingly.” He snorts, amused with his own management technique. “There’s one new guy who is so jumpy around me. I love it.”

“You’re evil,” Aelin laughs.

“I prefer diabolical,” Lorcan replies. “Ah, and it looks like he just arrived,” Lorcan continues with a grin. “Want me to introduce you, so you can see it up close?”

Lorcan points in the direction of the sliding doors that lead out to the patio, and there, in all his tall blonde and board-shorted glory stands Rowan. Finally. But Aelin’s heart drops. Because Rowan isn’t alone. He’s arrived with a girl.

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We Do This To Live Ch. 1

Chapter One

Summary: On Earth-198742, there are no heroes. There’s humans. There’s mutants. There are even some that fall somewhere between. But when Boliver Trask manages to get the Sentinel program signed, it’s up to a thief and her brilliant sister to find those that still believe in something more - something good. And maybe, along the way, they’ll get the chance to save mutant kind.

Pairings: Rogue x Remy, Marie x Shuri (eventually), Geneva x Bucky (eventually)

Word Count: 2499 words

Warnings: Cussing, mention of death

Masterlist to OCs - Masterlist to Other Works

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September 7th, 1990

It seemed all was determined to stay quiet in the apartment. There was no mission. No family of mutants or thieves knocking at their door. Even Oliver remained on his best behavior, curled up and sleeping on his cat mansion that Remy insisted the feline needed.

And yet, even though everyone else was content with letting the night have its way, there was one that simply refused.

Rogue rolled over in her sleep, wincing when she felt the familiar kick inside her stomach. “Remy,” she moaned. While on any other night she would feel guilty for her noise, that was the farthest thing on her mind.  Besides, Remy was a light sleeper. Her tossing and turning would surely be enough to wake him.

“Hm,” he mumbled into his pillow. Blinking slowly, those devilish eyes of his finally opened. Their familiar red glow brought a warmth to Rogue, but it wasn’t enough to calm down the dance occurring in her stomach. “Chere.” That thick accent of his made her look up as his much larger hand rested on her stomach. Tracing light circles against her clothed tummy, he asked, “The petite keepin’ y’up?”

“Swear she kicks my bladder like it’s a soccer ball.” Her accent was heavier due to sleep, something Remy found absolutely adorable and yet would never dare admit. “Why won’t she sleep?”

“Don’t know, mon couer,” he admitted. Their baby was a weird one. It didn’t matter what tricks they tried. She seemed to be full of energy, no matter the time of day. “Want t’try walkin’ again?”

Rogue shook her head, strands falling in front of those pretty eyes of hers. He hoped their girl got her eyes. She would be so lucky. “My feet are so swollen. If I walk anymore, I might cry,” she joked. The both of them knew she was far too strong for that.

“Warm milk?”

Another shake of the head. He had forgotten, it made her sick now.

Jeez, what was with this kid? Propping himself onto his side, Remy felt another harsh kick. He saw the foot press against Rogue’s stomach, outlined even through her shirt. Leaning closer to her belly, he asked, “Why y’gotta keep y’mere up like this, petite?”

Rogue hummed, her eyes blinking slowly as he traced where the baby had kicked. “She likes your voice.”

“Is that right?” Remy looked up at Rogue, eyes sparkling a little brighter. “T’ink I got somet’in’ we could try then.” He reached up, placing a light kiss against her hair before lowering himself back to her stomach. “Best be gettin’ comfy, filles.” Remy patiently waited until Rogue had at least closed her eyes, his hand still splayed across her stomach.

He really hoped this would work.

“Bonne nuit, cher trésor, ferme tes yeux et dors. Laisse ta tête, s’envoler, au creux de ton oreiller. Un beau rêve passera, et tu l’attraperas.” Remy’s voice was a low rumble, so soft and soothing that Rogue could feel the baby inside her start to relax. “Un beau rêve passera, et tu le retiendras. Autres paroles : Le soleil endormi. Déjà tombe la nuit Et la lune douce luit. Endors-toi, mon beau petit. Tous les anges du ciel Ceilleront sur son sommeil.” Remy glanced up at his wife, noticing how her breathing had started to ease. “Who would’ve t’ought y’liked French so much,” he whispered to her stomach, wincing when he felt her shift against his hand. “Ey.” Remy pointedly looked where he guessed their kid’s face was. “Y’stop that. ‘M not done.”

Shifting slightly, Remy smirked when he noticed her calm down again. Their kid was going to be smart; he knew it. Pressing a small kiss next to his hand, he kept singing, “Tes rêves au goût de miel entreront dans un beau soleil. Les oiseaux vont sans bruit. Se blottir au creux du nid Même la pluie dans la nuit ne réveille pas les petits. Rêve, bel enfant, dors dans le vent…” His voice trailed, going softer as both of his girls seemed to stay asleep. Unable to contain his smile, Remy whispered, “Iouciant va bel enfant.”

When he finally laid down, Remy knew there was very little chance of him actually falling asleep again. Not that he minded. Instead, his thumb kept tracing light circles against Rogue’s stomach. They still didn’t have a name for their girl, but at least they could get her to sleep.

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December 19th, 1990

“Swear she’s gettin’ bigger every day,” he told Rogue. “’Ow she only a week old?” A small squeeze pulled his attention back to the baby in his arms. Her tiny hand clung to his calloused finger, refusing to let go. Those big eyes of hers, dark emeralds with flecks of brilliant gold, watched his finger as if it were the most fascinating thing in the world. “Stubborn like her mere,” he teased as Rogue came up behind him, tugging on one of his shirts.

“Ah think she gets that from both o’ us, Sug.” Rogue placed a kiss on the back of his shoulder, watching as the biggest smile appeared on their daughter’s face.

“Or maybe she’s been watchin’ those Juniper trees outside when she’s supposed t’be sleepin’.” Remy glanced outside, noticing those trees still standing. Still green even in the middle of December. “Dieu knows ‘ow those things managed t’stay green s’long.”

Rogue smiled, not really paying attention to anything but their baby girl. “Our little Geneva,” she murmured, her fingers lightly toying with the tuffs of auburn hair that she’d been born with. “C’mon. Gotta get her down to sleep.” Taking the infant from Remy, Rogue rocked her back and forth and walked towards her crib. “She’s already hard enough to get down.”

“Maybe y’should learn t’sing in French. Then y’wouldn’t need moi every time.”

They both knew Remy didn’t mean a word of it. Probably his favorite thing since becoming a dad was the fact that Rogue still needed him. Especially when it came to their energetic kid. No one, not even Tante Mattie, managed to get her to sleep like he did.

But then again, no one got her to stop crying faster than Rogue did.

Leaning against the edge of the crib, Remy smiled as Geneva looked from her mom to her dad and back again. It was as if she were attempting to understand what they were saying. Remy grabbed her firefly from the foot of the crib, tucking it against her side. Geneva’s arms securely wrapped around the stuffed toy, squeezing it with all her might as Rogue started the mobile. Little bumble bees floated around her, catching her attention as Remy started singing, “Bonne nuit, cher trésor, ferme tes yeux et dors. Laisse ta tête, s’envoler, au creux de ton oreiller…”

Sleep came faster to her now, tugging at Geneva’s eyes as she tried her best to remain awake. However, Remy had spent a couple months perfecting this trick. And it didn’t take much time for her to fall fast asleep.

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February 8th, 1998

Geneva moved silently, an odd ability considering she was eight years old and still awkward in her own body. She paused as her eyes shifted from her mother’s purse to her parents watching the TV in the living room. They were joined by the rest of the Lebeau family, watching something on the news.  “Signed by 117 countries, the Accords will officially disband any enhanced or mutant groups. Officials say that this is only the beginning. The next step will be to document all those that fall under the definitions of such titles – “

“’Least bein’ t’ieves we don’t gotta worry ‘bout the government pokin’ their noses where it don’t belong,” she heard her grandfather spit.

The voices hadn’t trailed off. It was simply that Geneva wasn’t paying attention anymore. Fingers tugging at the zipper, Geneva winced when it made that irritating sound. But when no one came, she tugged again. Really, they were far too focused on the TV.

Ridiculous cooing and babbling caught Geneva’s attention. She jerked, finding the playpen near the kitchen island. There, playing with some puzzle box her parents had gotten her, was Marie.

Geneva rolled her eyes, pressing a finger to her lips. She needed that brat to be quiet. Marie simply tilted her head, her whole hand moving before she pressed it firmly to her lips. Leave it to Marie to turn a warning into a game.

She turned back to the purse. The kid could be quiet and, if not, she doubted anyone would turn away from whatever that grubby looking news anchor was saying. Finally unzipping the purse, Geneva stuck her hand inside and dug around for her mom’s wallet. Surely it was around here somewhere…

But she was interrupted by babbling again. Marie giggled and threw her toy against the netting.

Geneva looked over her shoulder, huffing as she stared at the brat. “Shush!” Marie, oblivious to the idea of being in trouble, simply grinned a toothless smile. Geneva raised a brow. What a punk.

“And just what do y’t’ink you’re doin’?”

She froze, hand stuck in her mom’s purse and no where to run. “Uh…” Looking up, Geneva came face to face with her dad. He had the same face now that Geneva had shot Marie moments before. “Allô, pere.” Geneva smiled, attempting to give the sweetest one she possessed.

Remy snorted. “Y’gotta get better at that if y’gonna be a thief, ma petite fille.” He plucked her hand out of Rogue’s purse, moving it onto the kitchen island. “C’mon. Don’t know if y’a mutant yet, mas gotta start learnin’ ‘bout this stuff.” He turned her towards the living room, pushing her ahead as he crouched and lifted Marie in one fell swoop.

“But why,” Geneva whined, pouting as Remy ruffled her wild curls.

“‘Cause,” Remy told her, knowing Geneva was far too curious for her own good. He looked down at those pretty green and gold eyes of hers. Surely, she would be a mutant. He was almost certain of it. Sighing softly, Remy decided the best reason to give her was, “‘S important.”

And with that, Geneva knew better than to argue. Her dad was good at explaining things, always giving her an answer because she hated being left in the dark. If that was the reason he had for her, then she would have to accept that it was good enough.

Still...what could the Accords possibly have to do with her life?

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March 2nd, 2000

Tante Mattie pressed a cool cloth to Geneva’s forehead, wincing when Geneva flinched. She was so sensitive now. “Desole, ma petite luciole,” Tante Mattie murmured, noticing the sweat on her brow. The fever had come out of nowhere. It was so intense when it had first struck that Geneva had been found collapsed outside.

And Remy was supposed to leave for a mission.

“Y’gotta let m’try, Geneva. We just want y’to feel better.”

She tried again with the rag, but Geneva jerked away. “It burns,” she whined, tears brimming in her eyes. Tante Mattie frowned. How could something that was cold burn her skin? “Want mere ‘n’ pere,” Geneva moaned, rolling onto her side. Tante Mattie watched, pain and worry clear in her eyes.

“Let m’see what I can do.” She kissed Geneva’s head. Slipping out of the room, she tried her best to close the door as silently as possible.

“What was her temperature the last time y’checked?”

“103.” Tante Mattie watched the way Remy’s jaw ticked, his shoulders tensing. “I hate t’say it, but it seems t’be risin’.”

Rogue curled into herself, knees hitting her chest as she shook her head. “We should take her to a doctor,” she whispered to Remy, her gloved hand squeezing his wrist. “’Fore it gets worse.”

“I leave in trois hours, Roguey. ‘M gonna be gone a week and she – “ Remy shook his head. They had been so careful with Geneva, always terrified that something might happen to her. It wasn’t that they wanted to be over protective, but before Geneva had been born…they’d had so many miscarriages. They never would have thought they could have a kid and then Geneva proved to be so strong. So brilliantly strong. “I can’t leave ‘er like dis.”

“Remy, sugah…” Rogue gave another squeeze before interlacing their fingers. It wasn’t much, but at least it was something. “It’s y’job.”

“I can go.”

The pair looked up, surprised to see Henri standing in the doorway. He held a three year old Marie in his arms, but his attention was on them. He knew how important Geneva was to the two. “Henri,” Remy started to argue.

“It’s an easy mission. We bot’ know that,” Henri assured him as Tante Mattie took Marie. “I’ll be in an out. Would take moi the same amount o’time it would have taken y’.” Remy shifted his gaze to the floor. “C’mon, frère.” Henri smiled, trying to reassure him. “Let moi do this for y’deux. And when she pulls t’rough, maybe the next time won’t be so scary.”

Remy and Rogue shared a look, a silent conversation passing between the two. He looked at Henri, relief finally breaking through the terror etched in his features. “Merci, Henri.”

“We’ll be sure to keep an eye on Marie,” Rogue told him, standing up and giving him a hug. “Thank ya, Hun. It means a lot.”

Henri chuckled, squeezing her tight. “Y’silly. The bot’ o’ya. I’ll be back ‘fore y’know it.”

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March 5th, 2000

Remy was sitting on Geneva’s bed, watching her sleep soundly for the first time in three days. He couldn’t help the relief he felt at seeing her fever finally break. Her temperature had gotten up to 107, staying there for almost two days before it broke as quickly as it had come.

He ran his fingers through her hair, humming that silly lullaby she had loved so much. When he heard a knock at the door, his brow furrowed. They knew the door was open, why knock? He spared a quick glance at his daughter before carefully, silently, getting up.

Stepping outside, he was careful to shut the door without disturbing the light sleeper on the other side. “Remy…” He tensed when he recognized that tone. It wasn’t the first time he had heard Jean Luc use it. Turning away from the door, Remy noticed the tear stains on his father’s cheeks. It took a lot to make the Guildmaster cry and yet…

He heard Marie crying and turned his attention down the hall. Rogue was standing there, cradling the little genius in her arms. Even from this distance, he could see the tears glistening in his wife’s eyes. Non…Non, non, non…

Remy felt his heart sink as he watched the two, hardly registering Jean Luc’s words. Instead, his own kept repeating in his head – It can’t be true. It can’t. It just…It can’t be true.

And yet still, he heard his father say those damned words.

“He’s dead, son.” A shaky breath and then, “Henri’s dead.”

[synth-dahl]

What do Charlotte and Rikki have in common?

Thanks for the ask, but heads up, this ended up way longer than I meant it to, so...

I hold the headcanon that they eventually got together in their adult years, once they've matured. Obviously, we only know what really became of Rikki thanks to Mako Mermaids, but even that you have to take with a grain of salt, not just because it's unclear if it's a true sequel, but because what Rikki says happened, and what happened in the show are different.

I will say that I think the two had more in common than they realize, maybe not in interests (that we can tell because both Rikki and Charlotte aren't given many interests outside of what's on the screen), but in personality.

We know Rikki is loyal and independent, with a loner streak to her. The same, I argue, can be said of Charlotte.

Charlotte shows incredible loyalty, mostly (from what we see) to Lewis, but the girls for the few episodes she was at least trying to be their friend. They both don't take kindly to someone messing with either them, or someone they care about. For all that we like to be mad at Charlotte for nearly "exposing" their secret for what she was doing to Nate after he, you know, physically attacked Lewis, we seem to forget that Rikki showed no qualms about doing the same things.

But what I really want to touch on is that they're lonely. Now, we know Rikki has Emma and Cleo, and later Zane, but she voices multiple times that she's more of a loner, and finds people liking her akin to being fenced in. She probably wouldn't have stayed such strong friends with the two if they hadn't become mermaids. Maybe they would have, but we don't know, because we don't know Rikki pre-mermaid. And when she's moonspelled, she's convinced that everyone will eventually leave her, or she'll hurt them. Maybe it has something to do with her mother leaving and her and her dad moving around a lot; it's left her with some issues she can't move past. My point is, she's a lonely person, and if she and the others had a falling out for any reason, that probably didn't help.

Now, Charlotte. We don't see a lot of Charlotte sans Lewis, so we can't really be sure what she's like on her own, so I have to draw conclusions. We know she's in drama club, has a job of some sort, and apparently knew everyone she invited to Lewis's party her whole life (even though she apparently moved and considering Lewis didn't know them I dount they're classmates, so I don't know where they came from). She seems to be fairly independent though, I get that vibe from her.

But I think she's a lonely person too. She went too hard and too fast into that relationship with Lewis, to the point where I'd argue it was either her first crush ever, oooor she was trying to convince herself she didn't like girls. Personally, I think when she was talking to Cleo when they first met, Charlotte felt an attraction, but when Lewis walked over she transferred it to him because that was easier to understand.

(I'd like to clarify real quick that I headcanon literally everyone under the LGBT+ umbrella)(except Sophie. She was painfully straight)

And we never see her actually with anyone else, just going to Lewis, and she tries so hard to be friends with the others when she became a mermaid you'd think she didn't have anyone else. It reads to me like Charlotte is desperately alone, and looking dor companionship anywhere she can. And unfortunately, it's with people who don't want her, reject her, and make it clear they never wanted anything to do with her in the first place.

So, given all that, why would I ship Rikki and Charlotte? Because they're going to grow up. To be candid, I ship Emma and Rikki as teens, as they are in the show, but grown up? Entirely different ball game. They'll be more mature, and know themselves more. Maybe Rikki will realize she was top hateful towards Charlotte, and maybe Charlotte will realize that she was too possessive and territorial.

So, yup, there it is!

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Does your character have a good relationship with their parents? Are there any parental figures that aren't related to them in their life?

Thank you as always dear fairy ~

Rinnyx gets along great with his mom. She mostly wishes he stayed at home now, which he feels bad about, but also doesn't want to do. He spends plenty of time at the inn she runs when he is in town, and can get away from work. He doesn't remember his dad. He was three or so when the guy left. His brothers remember him but will never talk about him. Rin's father is one of only two people that he can find hate in his heart for. Fortunately he has found several replacement dads in his life - his oldest brother Dommil, who is ten years older than Rinnyx and stepped up to take more responsibility in the family since their dad has been gone; his tutor Dor Arill, who's given him a lot of life advice and guidance, and pushed him to be his best; and the husband of his primary teacher in Davuri, Mirs, who took care of things around the house and was always supportive and kind to the students living with them. (Vetta (the teacher) has something of a quasi parental role, but he was a whole adult when he met her and also still has a mom. Looking out for him while he was in Davuri though, and of course teaching him a lot. But she's more mentor. Mirs just has extremely strong dad energy.)

Seyetto got on well with both his parents, particularly his father. You wouldn't have known it to look at them, though. Their relationship would probably come off as cold and formal. Neither often showed physical affection, and Seyetto almost exclusively addressed his father as "sir." But they were very close. That's just their nature. Seyetto looked up to his father, idolized him to an extent, and wanted to live up to his expe and be a good king. And his father was indeed proud of his efforts. Seyetto didn't have quite the same relationship with his mother, but they were still close as well, and he learned from her too. (He got most of who he is from his father, but he got the ambition from his mother.) After their deaths, Seyetto has two people trying to gain the position of Dad 2.0. There's his uncle Hartin, his mom's brother, who is doing a better job of it because he understands Seyetto better. He's not pushing for an emotional connection or anything, just trying to make himself indispensable to the Emperor and giving him plenty of sound advice. Seyetto does not see him as a father figure, but he does listen to the advice and work with his uncle a lot. (They also do not share a language so there's a bit of a barrier to connection.) Then there's King Garent of Westin, cousin to Seyetto's mother. Westin was allied to Pelasia in the war that ended with Seyetto as Emperor, and they chose to join the Empire, Garent thinking that being the #2 guy in this powerful political entity is stronger than being #1 in his own kingdom on its borders - and thinking that Seyetto, who took the throne at barely twenty, who has proved an able war commander but knows nothing of ruling in peace, is sure to lean on Garent, older, wiser, more experienced. Perhaps he could be the real power behind the throne. So his reasons for trying to be Dad 2.0 are less altruistic, and he goes about it all wrong. He is far too familiar with Seyetto, who wants no one but especially not Garent to forget that Seyetto is the Emperor, and no one else.

[erismerald]

𝕝𝕠𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕒(Sam Drake x young adult reader) 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕀𝕀

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕀

heyyy my angels, I know it took me a while to publish the next chapter, and I thank you for all the love you've been giving so much here and in the archives of our own!!

The chapters will be a little shorter than I expected, but I've been trying my best to make a good content for you!!

I warn you again that English is not my first language, and I hope you will understand any spelling mistakes I make.

GOOD READING

𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: none for now ;)

𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕤: @missdictatorme , @sirkekselord @smdnixcole  @tiitxch

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I heard the alarm clock, and felt my eyes open slowly, the sunlight was too strong so I turned to the opposite side and picked up my phone, it was 9:30 am it was Saturday, grandson I felt a bit irritated that my brain hadn't woken me up later.

I looked up at the ceiling and kept thinking about last night, about sam...I was fallen for a man older than me? yes possibly but right now that didn't matter to me.

i got up from bed and ran to the bathroom, my bladder looked like it was going to explode, and to top it off i should be making a mini sea out of my pants.

I did what I had to do and went to brush my teeth, I was very pale today and that was normal at that time of the month so I decided not to worry.

I got out of the bathroom and put on a more comfortable outfit and a white top, and went towards the kitchen.

When I arrived there I felt the pleasant smell of bacon and eggs, it's been a while since I've eaten this, usually due to classes I just eat  milk with cereals or even toast, and at the weekend I almost always woke up at lunchtime so it was rare for me to have breakfast.

I went into the kitchen and didn't see anybody, I looked at everything and just saw the table by the window, full of food, I looked like I was in a dream, I approached and tried to steal a piece of bacon but-

"Good morning to you too" someone caught me, I turned around with the bacon in my mouth and saw the sam standing there laughing, his laughing almost made me drop my precious piece of bacon.

"Good morning, sorry...ahm it was really good" I said making the sam laugh echo through the kitchen, my god he was just perfect.

"I decided to make breakfast for everyone but your parents went to shopping, and they asked me to wake you up but I decided to let you sleep...come on let's not let the food get cold" he said sitting at the table

I just obeyed, it was strange to be near him again, after what happened yesterday, but I wasn't going to ask him anything about yesterday and he doesn't seem to care.

"Did you sleep well? Did your pains get better?" he asked in a gentle, calm voice, he was quite excite.

"yes they got better after the tea you made me, thanks again for helping me" I answered by taking the orange juice mug.

"Well you don't have to, I'm happy to help you" he shut up, there was an incredibly strange and uncomfortable silence there, I could only think again of his touch and how it made me feel

On the other hand in sam's head he wanted to talk about what had happened, he thought a lot and decided that it wasn't right, and that it wouldn't create problems.

"Look, I want to apologize for yesterday... I must have been a little drunk and... I hope I didn't leave you confused, it's obvious that I would never get involved with someone so young, I wasn’t thinking about" he said, his words paralyzed me, my heart was pounding fast and I don't know what to say to him, in his eyes I could see regret, a huge feeling of guilt, I just closed my eyes and tried to hold back my tears.

"It's okay, I understood, none of it meant anything to me-" and before I could speak or even him, my parents walked into the kitchen full of bags

"good morning my angel, and sam, thanks for the wonderful breakfast I'm really starving" my mother said and I just turned around and walked towards the stairs "y/o honey aren't you going to stay here with us?" my mother asked and all the looks in that damn kitchen turned to me.

"No...I already ate and I have some work to finish, so I can't waste time" I looked back and saw sam turning his eyes

"See you at lunch" I forced a smile and ran to my room.

Sam couldn't stop feeling guilty about what he did, but he thought it was for the best, he had no intention of hurting her, he wanted to protect her, he'll have to fix things later.

I was devastated, after all it was just a drunken gesture? I felt bad, because I thought someone like Sam might be interested in me, which thinking twice was ridiculous because the difference in idioms was huge and also because for the eyes of society he would be considered a pedophile, even though I was already of age.

I went into the room, and took my laptop and opened the insta and checked some messages, I was really confused with everything, on one hand I didn't know if what I felt was anger or sadness, and couldn't understand why I was so upset neighbour that sam was just a stranger to me, I will ignore these feelings and think about something else.

I was messing with the laptop when I felt my eyes closing...

i woke up and my room was dark, i looked at the window and it was raining again, i sighed and got up towards the bathroom, i was going to take a nice shower and then i would think about what to do next.

I opened the faucet and covered the drain, and let the bathtub fill up with hot water, while I was looking for a new and washed pajamas to wear, I opened the bathroom door, put the mobile phone on the speaker, turned on my playlist to relax, undressed myself into the water feeling each muscle of my body sink and relax.

I didn't know how long it had taken me in the bath, I just knew that moment did me good...I got out of the water and rolled up in the towel, and went to dry in the bedroom.

After a few minutes I left the room, it was almost dinner time so I went to see if my mother needed anything. I decided that I was being childish with that subject, I wasn't going to let a total stranger take away my sleep, or make me nervous.

"Hi my love, how was the day?" my mother approached me and stroked my face "it's almost your birthday, have you decided how it will be?" my mother said going back to the kitchen, she was making my favorite dish, which was rare because she only did it when she wanted to apologize for something or give me some soft news.

"I know every time you make that dish it's because you've got some soft news, what's up?" I said sitting in the chair next to her

"well, your father and I are going to have to travel... "my mother answered and looking at the stove

"okay? that's not so bad I'm used to it" I answered by getting up from the chair hugging my mother.

"Y/N baby...this time it's different, this time we'll have to stay away for two weeks..." my mother said a little sad and I was a little surprised, of course I've spent several days alone but two weeks? well I'll take advantage and ask bella and Will if they want to spend those two weeks here

"well it'll be good to be alone, don't worry I'll call bella and will to stay with me so I won't be alone" my mother stopped and her expression changed from sad to smiling

"well you wouldn't be alone anyway, sam would take care of you" when she said that the back door opened and guess who sam and my dad were

"yay... mother I'm responsible enough to take care of me, I don't need no babysister" I looked down on sam, looking away quickly when I noticed he was looking at me.

"I know princess but sam... well he only gonna being here for your protection, he himself said that he wouldn't mind taking care of you during the time we were going to travel, isn't it sam?" my father answered looking at sam.

"Of course I don't mind, it's also a way to beat you up for letting me stay" he looked at me with a provocative look.

"Okay... whatever, when are you going?" I asked my mother, who changed her expression from happy to serious again.

"next day after you birthday" my father replied, opening the fridge and taking out two beers

"okay, I'll go to my room a little when I go to dinner please let me know" I said going up the stairs, I went into the mue room and went to the bathroom, took a shower, went out and put on my pajamas, and sat down at the window and opened a little to come in a little and air ... we were in early June so the nights were pleasant, so feel the breeze at the beginning of summer.

I sat with my legs outside the window looking down when I heard my father's voice under me:

"So samuel, your love life as it goes" Y/F/N asked me while smoking

"Good since I got out of prison I haven't had many relationships, just one-night stands, but at this moment I'm getting interested in a girl..." I took a break and looked up, and then down putting the cigarette on my lips.

"Really?" Y/F/N asked if more for me

"Yes, the only problem is being younger, I'm afraid of taking risks and making a mistake in hurting her...I haven't known her for a long time but since I've seen her, I've been attracted to her," I said, ending the cigarette.

"Well, only time will tell you if it's a mistake or not, my dear friend ... you've lived a lot I think it would be good for you to risk, take it easy but risk" he answered with a smile on his face and stood up leaving me there alone, as soon as he knew that I was talking about his daughter.

Listening to that conversation made me confuse...he already had someone in min dor he was talking about me… I don't even know why I bothered trying to think of a possibility...and to get better I would still have to be alone with him for 2 weeks, at this moment I just wanted to be alone.

"Y/N!! Come to dinner, darling"

I went down and walked to the kitchen, and everyone was already waiting for me, sat in front of sam and ignored that he was there for most of the dinner.

After dinner my parents went into the living room together with sam.

he looked at me and smiled lightly he seemed happy with something...unlike me who felt ridiculous falling in love with someone who only saw me as a child and who had no interest in me at all.

I got up from the table and sat down in the armchair in the corner of the room, and put down my cinnels, letting my bare feet touch the cold leather of the armchair.

Sam seeing the position she was in realized how beautiful and small she was, and was happy that she joined them, even though she was a little upset, he knew that what he had told her that morning was not the right thing to do but he just wanted to protect her.

Sam talked to my father and laughed, his laughter was calm and sweet, and whenever he looked at me he made me blush, but I ignored him ... we talked about many things and at a certain point my mother got up and walked away a little:

"I'm going to bed, until tomorrow" my mother said in a sweet voice, I looked at the clock and it was almost 2 a.m. I got up and my father came after me.

𝕊𝕆𝕄𝔼 𝔻𝔸𝕐𝕊 𝔸𝔽𝕋𝔼ℝ

It was Wednesday and I was already really looking forward to my birthday party, only a few people were going to be there but my parents said they had a huge surprise to tell me, I was on my way home alone this time, will and bella went shopping and told me to go home and rest.

This week was going to be full of wonders, there were 2 days left before the summer holidays started, and I had my birthday tomorrow, what more could I ask?

Regarding Sam, I almost didn't talk to him all week, better I almost didn't see him, only at dinner, he sometimes passed by me and greeted me but, it seems he is avoiding me for some reason.

I got home and went straight to my room, I still had one last job to do and as it was still 4 p.m. I was going to take the chance to hurry up, and then have a little time to take care of myself, since tomorrow was my birthday.

After about half an hour I went downstairs to have a snack, and found sam completely sweaty and full of shopping bags, I approached him and helped him.

"Let me help you" I smiled at him "what's with all the food?" I said putting some bags on the kitchen floor.

"Your mother asked me to buy some things for tomorrow and some things for the two weeks they were going to be gone," he said, sitting in the nearest chair.

"ohh I get it, well thanks for taking care of me, as I'm about to turn 19 and I don't need a babysitter but that's ok" I said a little sarcastic

he laughed, and it made my heart melt a little, and he smiled a little:

"I'm sorry, miss adult , but your parents just don't want you to be in danger, or to prevent you from putting any man in here" he said laughing a little bit

"ahahahah that was a joke? it's not like I'd put anyone in here, I'm not pretty enough for anyone to want to have anything with me" I laughed and lay on the couch

"Hey, that's not true, you're very attractive, you just haven't found the right guy yet" he said by approaching the sofá.

he put himself in front of me and helped me get up, pulling me into his body:

"believe me you're really beautiful

I looked into his eyes and felt his gaze glide into my lips, his face changed, he was biting his bottom lip, I couldn't almost breathe, so I decided to get out of there making up some excuse.

"I have some schoolwork to finish so I'll come back later" I took an orange and walked to my room.

I got to my room and felt my heart going crazy, I couldn't get it right, I couldn't understand why sam made me so nervous, I don't want to admit that I like him, because it would be wrong.

I closed my eyes and shook my head to get those thoughts out of my head and decided to take care of myself a little.

hours passed and it was almost midnight, my parents were a bit weird at dinner time but nothing that wasn't normal, I was sitting on the bench by the window reading a novel "the tiology of black jewels" when they knocked on my door lightly.

"Come in!" I said with my eyes glued to the book

my parents came in together with sam and a little chocalate cake in their hands, and they started singing, it was so sweet, I really cried.

"Congratulations my princess, make a wish" my parents said cheerfully, I agreed and closed my eyes, blew out the candles and made a wish, which I hoped would come true.

I opened my eyes and my parents had a little letter box in front of me, I looked at my parents and then again at the box, and I couldn't believe what it was, I opened it and inside it I saw a little chaos looking at me all smiling

"THANK YOU AHHHHH" I screamed and hugged my parents

"Good you have to thank sam more for having managed to adopt him for you" my parents said, and I looked at sam with joy, ran and threw myself at him, opening him up.

At that moment sam froze, apart from the first time he felt her glass so glued to his, he felt the enormous warmth in his chest and hugged her too

"THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU"

he hugged her tightly and whispered in her ear "happy anivesario Y/N" that whisper made my back shiver, I walked away from him and saw his hazzel colored eyes, looking directly into mine, I couldn't help but think how nervous and excited I was.

"I hope you liked my love, now you better go to sleep, tomorrow is still school day" my mother told me at the same time that the corp de sam was moving away from mine.

he smiled and closed the bedroom door behind my parents but without saying before:

"good night miss adult, I hope you enjoyed your gift" he said in a low voice and closed the door.

I ran to my new little friend and held him in my arms, sitting on the bed, he kept licking me, and I kept smiling.

I lay down hugging the little animal and wished him good night, and asked the gods for my wish to come true.

[doriansrz]

❛ chicago’s very own dorian suarez has been spotted in new york city in 68 ford mustang, welcome ! your resemblance to nick jonasis unreal. according to tmz, you just had your twenty-fourth birthday bash. your chance of surviving new york is uncertain because you’re fiery , but being alluring might help you. i guess being a aries explains that. three things that would paint a better picture of you would be bloody knuckles, old school cars, and the ocean at night . & ( cismale & he/him ) +   ( april, 24, she/her, pst. )

april here and i'm excited to bring dorian here! he’s hands down one of my favorite muses (besides mason 😭). he’s riddled with daddy issues and just overall anger issues but he can be chill when he wants to be. if you’re down to plot don’t be shy to shoot me an im. or like this post and i’ll come to you. i’ll have some plots listed down below as well!

he was born into money and in venice, ca. his mother’s family owns and operates dozens of luxury hotels and resorts around the world. his dad is a legend in the mma world, helped to put the sport on the map as well as win and fight in dozens of championships. he now owns and operates a few gyms in the us.

moved to chi-town at 13 years old so that his father could open up another gym and his mother could be closer to her family. he didn’t wanna move so cue all the angsty teenage emotions where the world is ending due to this inconvenience. 

dorian has always had a love for music, taught himself how to play every instrument that he knows through the years. had dreams of doing something with music when he was younger but his father put a stop to that. 

at a very young age dorian was introduced to the sport that his dad loved more than anything. going to his matches and always hanging out at the gym was something that was very prominent in his life for as long as he can remember. and as he grew older it became more and more prominent. his father wanted his only son to follow in his footsteps and carry out his legacy. this created a divide between them and their family as this wasn’t dorian’s dream. his dad had become more of a coach than a father to him and their relationship became rocky because of that. the need to be nothing short of great and all the other expectations caused dor to hate his father. but he still wanted to please him in the hopes that maybe he’d be proud. #daddyissues

his parents separated a few years after the move and that’s what brought dorian to new york. his father followed to open up another gym and continue to train dorian who would indeed follow in his footsteps. so now he’s a top rated mma fighter just as his dad always wanted.

he can be chill but all of this hated has built up inside of him for years which can cause him to blow up sometimes. he’d never actually hurt anyone too badly unless you mess with the people he loves. he finds peace with drugs and various hookups. can be a bit sarcastic and just overly emotional from time to time. he should be a fun time.

some wanted connections are maybe a roommate, tons of ex-flings and gfs, fwb, childhood friend, squad, a first love, enemy, or just anything you can see working between him and your muse!

[hellofromthe-otter-slide]

Merry Christmas, Carm

Hey, all, and hello specifically to @agentzakura, because I’m your secret Santa, and this is your Christmas present. It’s just some old fashioned Hollstein Christmas fluff. I hope you enjoy it!

~

Carmilla Karnstein never liked Christmas. Before she was a vampire, Christmas was spent at lavish parties where Carmilla was expected to socialize and be the perfect daughter who would attract a rich, gorgeous man that Carmilla’s father would sell her to. After she was turned, Christmases were spent with Mother discovering new and amazing things, but it was marred by going back to Silas every twenty years to sacrifice girls to the anglerfish god.

Laura Hollis loved Christmas. Before she moved to Silas, Laura and her dad would spend an entire day putting up the Christmas decorations, drinking countless mugs of hot cocoa and singing along to carols.

When the two moved in together, Laura would try and force the Christmas spirit, no matter how many times Carmilla complained. Festive sweaters were worn, and decorations were put over every free space of the apartment. A sensible Christmas stood in the corner of the living room, every branch covered in ornaments and lights twinkling.

Every year, Carmilla would roll her eyes and complain, but secretly, she loved watching Laura excitedly bake cookies and dance along to, “All I Want For Christmas Is You.”

So, when Carmilla turn onto her side and instinctively reached for Laura’s side of the bed, she wasn’t surprised when there was no one there. She flopped onto her back and looked on her bedside table to see a mug of coffee right by the picture of Carmilla and Laura in Florence, the then-new engagement ring bright on Laura’s ring finger.

Carmilla caught herself smiling as she sat up and grabbed the mug to take a sip. The coffee was still warm, so Laura must have snuck in recently to set it on the table. Carmilla also noticed a sweater at the foot of the bed, and she rolled her eyes, knowing the sweater would have some dorky Christmas pun on it.

She would still wear it, though, and she would spend all day making fun of it.

Carmilla got out of bed and put on the sweater before leaving the room.

There were whispers and giggles coming from the kitchen, and Carmilla stood in the doorway to watch her family.

Laura was at the stove, flipping pancakes, and their three-year-old Dorothy was sat on the counter next to the stove, her legs kicking gently and her teddy bear held against her chest. Dorothy was rambling about anything and everything, and when she noticed Carmilla, she stopped mid-sentence and said, “Mama!” She almost fell off the counter in her excitement, but Laura caught her quickly.

“Mommy,” Dorothy complained, wiggling a bit, “I wanna go to Mama.”

“Do you remember the rule we have about when you’re sitting on the counter?”

Dorothy stopped wiggling, and she had a guilty look that reminded Carmilla of every time Laura got herself into a rough spot and Carmilla had to help her.

“I can’t get down on my own.”

“Why?”

Carmilla smirked watching Laura be the strict parent, because she also knew that Dorothy had probably already had hot chocolate and a few cookies this morning.

“Because I could hurt myself.”

Laura put Dorothy back on the counter and pressed a kiss to Dorothy’s forehead, “Exactly. So, you could ask Mama to help you down.”

Dorothy turned to Carmilla, and Dorothy could ask for anything and Carmilla would say yes, because her eyes and pout, so similar to Laura’s, were lethal. “Mama?” Dorothy asked, reaching her arms out, one hand still holding her bear, “Down?”

Carmilla set her empty mug by the sink and moved in front of Dorothy, “I think you’re forgetting something, munchkin.”

“Please?”

“There we go.” Carmilla picked Dorothy up off the counter, and Dorothy wrapped her arms and legs around Carmilla, her teddy bear resting against Carmilla’s back.

Laura finished the last few pancakes and moved the plate of them over to the table, Carmilla following behind her listening to Dorothy talk about her morning.

“And Mommy said we had to wait to open presents,” Dorothy huffed as Carmilla put her in her seat.

“I’m more surprised Mommy could stop herself from opening all the presents,” Carmilla joked, smirking at Laura across the table as she sat. Carmilla remembered early Christmas mornings before they adopted Dorothy where Laura would wake Carmilla up before it was light outside and insist that they do presents.

“Very funny, Carm,” Laura rolled her eyes, but she was smiling, “And even after I bought you another hour of sleep while we read Santa’s letter together and cooked.”

“Yeah, Mama,” Dorothy said.

“Whose side are you on, kid?”

“Mommy’s.”

Laura laughed while putting a pancake on Dorothy’s plate and cutting it up. She poured a bit of syrup over the pieces and brushed some hair out of Dorothy’s face, “That’s the correct side to be on, Dor.”

Dorothy stuck her tongue out at Carmilla and started to dig into her breakfast.

“Well, I guess all the presents under the tree are mine now,” Carmilla said with a shrug, eating some of her own pancakes.

Dorothy leveled Carmilla with a glare that was more adorable than threatening, “You wouldn’t.”

“I don’t know. Ask Mom. I used to be evil.”

“Carm,” Laura said, nodding her head at Carmilla’s joking.

“And I’ve been eyeing that big box over there,” Carmilla continued, motioning to the tree and the biggest box with Dorothy’s name on it, “It looks like it could be a pretty amazing toy.”

Of course, Carmilla already knew what was in the box. Her and Laura bought the big toy set a while ago and hid it in their room before wrapping it and putting it out the night before.

“Mama, that’s not very nice.”

“All you have to do is join my side, shortcake.”

Dorothy turned to Laura then, “Sorry, Mommy, but presents are on the line.”

“That’s okay, sweetie,” Laura took a napkin and cleaned some syrup off of Dorothy’s cheek, “I understand.”

The small family finished their breakfast, Dorothy wondering aloud what Santa had brought her, and it was hard to keep her away from the presents as she finished her food. By the time the plates were being cleared, Dorothy could barely sit still in her seat.

“Can we do presents now?”

Carmilla looked at her daughter shaking in excitement, and she thought again about how similar Dorothy was to Laura: excitable and energetic and a smile bright enough to light up an entire room.

“Alright, munchkin. Come on.”

Dorothy hopped out of her chair and rushed into the living room, dropping down by the Christmas tree and waiting for Carmilla and Laura to tell her to start. When she got the go-ahead, Dorothy dug into the presents, Laura taking pictures and videos to show everyone later.

Carmilla and Laura opened a few presents as well, and they each got something from Dorothy that Laf and Perry helped her make.

After all the presents were opened, and while Dorothy played with all of her new toys, Carmilla and Laura sat snuggled up on the couch, Carmilla with a new cup of coffee and Laura with hot chocolate in her favorite Tardis mug. Carmilla kissed Laura softly, basking in the warmth of being surrounded by her family, a family that she never thought she would have.

“Merry Christmas, cupcake,” Carmilla whispered against Laura’s lips.

“Merry Christmas, Carm.”

[lordshaxxion]

All for Edix!!

omg i swear u guys hate me holy shit. all under a cut again

Where were you rezzed?

“In a grave outside of a long-abandoned village. Lots of burnt-out buildings, lots of Fallen arc spears around. It looked like there had been a battle there forever ago.”

How long ago was it?

“Well, I was a child when I was rezzed, and I’m in what would be a mortal late-twenties now. So a long time ago.”

Did you have anything in your pockets?

“No, but I was buried with a stuffed bunny toy.”

What was your first week alive like?

“Stressful. I was just a child and I couldn’t defend myself, so my Ghost had to ping the Vanguard on the emergency frequency for a rescue. We hid under a rusted-out piece of metal for a day before Zavala, my dad, arrived.”

How did you react to your new role as a Guardian?

“When I was old enough to understand and start training to be a Guardian, I thought it was great. To be able to stand up for what was right and to defend the last of humanity, it felt right. Now though? I just want to be left alone to study my plants and raise Kilgharrah, my Ahamkara.”

Do you have any regrets?

“That I wasn’t able to save Cayde in the Prison of Elders.”

How did you get your name?

“My dad named me in my first life. When I was brought back to the Tower after being resurrected, he recognised me immediately and reinstated my name and got to raise me again.”

Does your ghost have a name?

“Spiro. We found audio logs about an old game with the same name when we were exploring, and he liked the name so we used it. Turns out we spelled it wrong until we found a copy of the game, but I don’t care. It’s cute.”

What is your ghost like?

“Spiro is a worrier. But at the same time, he’s got more common sense than I do and he’s really good at talking me out of bad moods. I don’t know what I’d do without him, irrespective of being a Guardian.”

How do you feel about the last city and the vanguard?

“The Last City is my home and the Vanguard are my family, but they need work on how they operate since Cayde died. Dad’s become more distant and Ikora is more unpredictable and I worry for the both of them.”

What’s your favourite place to go?

“Io, to see Asher, or to just hole up in my garden or greenhouse and continue my studies.”

Do you participate in strikes or the crucible?

“Strikes. I rarely go into the Crucible. While I respect Lord Shaxx, it’s distracting hearing him shout at me all the time in Crucible matches and I get stressed out faster when he does. I know it’s meant to be motivational, but I don’t like it a whole lot.”

How do you celebrate the holidays?

“I spend it with dad, or with Artie when she returns to the Tower from her ventures. I’ve tried repeatedly to persuade Asher to come to the Tower for Dawning at least, but he isn’t interested. So I split my time between home and Io for him so he isn’t lonely out there.”

Who is your favourite NPC and who is your least favourite?

“…. I’m fond of Asher. Everyone calls him an asshole and an angry prick, but he has his reasons for being like that and I believe that underneath it all he’s a charming man. That said, I don’t like Petra. She puts too much stock in her Queen, if she can even be called that anymore, to the point it blinds her to Mara’s failings. I could stand there until I’m bluer in the face telling her this, and she’d still find reason to call me a liar.”

Where do you sleep/call home?

“I have my own apartment in the Tower, but sometimes I do just go back to dad’s apartment if trying to cope by myself gets to be too much. I’m lucky that he always welcomes me there, and it’s good for him too for me to be there. Dad doesn’t exactly have a concept of sleep, so if I’m there it means he can try and rest.”

Do you have any pets or companions?

“I may or may not have an Ahamkara called Kilgharrah, three cockatiels called Bert, Den and Dor and two cats, Nebula and Merlin.”

(side note, the cockatiels are named after my nan’s cockatiel - Bert - and my late grampy and nan - Dennis and Doreen

Does anyone live with you?

“Aside from the actual horde of pets, not really no. Artie sometimes stays over if she’s gotten in trouble, or for other reasons. Other than that, no. It’s just me.”

How do you unwind or comfort yourself?

“I hole up in my garden and greenhouse for days at a time if things have been bad. It’s not a great attempt at comfort, but it does help a little. Normally though I just sit down in the evenings with my crochet and make a bunch of stuff.”

What would truly break you?

“… losing those important to me, or getting left behind by them for something or someone better. It’s… it’s a scary thought and I try not to think about it.”

Most embarrassing moment?

“Having to explain to Asher why I wasn’t available on Io for a couple of days after my top surgery. He took it really well, and was fully supportive in his own way, but it was still embarrassing to have to explain.”

Any cherished memories?

“Meeting Kilgharrah and his mother for the first time beneath Io. While his mother died shortly after, she was the most breathtaking sight I’ve ever seen. A real Ahamkara, in all her glory, just sat there. Her wings and feathers and scales were just incredible and were largely immaculate, despite being hidden where she was for so long. Another cherished memory is meeting Artemis for the first time. She’s been a dear friend, even if she has her own dangerous endeavours. I don’t know what I’d do without her.”

artie is @slumberblues​‘s

What was your highest and/or lowest point?

“After the incident regarding Crota and how I got my scars, I was at my lowest point. I wouldn’t eat, hardly spoke. I got caught apparently performing Hive rituals in my bedroom on three different occasions before the Vanguard realised there were shards of Crota’s soul crystal lodged in my eye.

My highest point? That would have to be when my transitioning was finally finished with and I could be me.”

Views on the enemy races?

“I don’t believe the Fallen to be our enemy, despite the fighting I think they could be our biggest ally.. The Vex and Hive, and by proxy the Taken, are perhaps our biggest threats and need to be dealt with first. The Cabal are just pathetic and the Scorn are abominations.”

Which enemy race is your most/least favourite?

“The Fallen are most interesting to me. I’ve tried to communicate with Captains on various occasions, before some Guardians came blundering in and slaughtered them for no damn reason. I hate the Hive and the Vex.”

What’s your role in a fireteam? (Tank, support, buff/healer, comic relief? Or are you the dead weight?)

“Dead weight.”

“Healer, Edix.”

“Thanks, Spiro.”

Do you have any mentors/mentees?

“The commander is my mentor and my father. I hope I don’t end up with any mentees, I’d be useless to them.”

What is your favourite weapon type/favourite weapon?

“Better Devils is a good handcannon and I will hold onto it forever. After that, I really like Thunderlord. Handcannons, auto rifles, shotguns and machine guns are the ones I prefer to use when I have to. Although, Eternity’s Edge is a good sword on the rare occasion I use it.”

Do you play Gambit?

“No.”

How do you feel about the Drifter?

“I don’t trust him. I’d like to, I hear about his intentions a lot and how he means well for the most part, but it’s just the interactions with the primevals and Taken that concern me.”

If you could be any class/subclass (not just your own), what would you be and why?

“I’d like to be better at using Ward of Dawn. I didn’t realise until lately that I actually had that ability, but it isn’t as strong as dad’s.”

What are your thoughts on the Nine?

“I don’t like them, since their whole business is shady in and of itself, but their aesthetic is cool.”

Any secret crushes or relationships we need to know about?

“…. noooooo…..”

“He likes Asher.”

“Spiro!”

Does your Ghost approve, or haven’t you told them?

“Of course I know, Edix spends a lot of time in his head and I can always hear his thoughts unless he really doesn’t want me to, which is rare. He’s just embarrassed to admit to it and thinks it couldn’t possibly come to anything, given Asher’s nature.”

You’re about to go off-planet on assignment, and will only be able to eat protein rations and food gel for a month. What’s your last meal?

“Anything my dad cooks. Despite all the jokes everyone makes about the commander, he does make really good meals.”

If you could take over any NPC’s job, who would it be and why?

“I don’t know. I think it’s expected that I take up overseeing the strikes and nightfalls from my dad, but I don’t think he’ll relinquish his duty that easily. Asher’s job is interesting, but I fear the day he… y’know. I don’t like to think about that.”

What is the most beautiful sight you’ve seen?

“I’m not sure. I’ve seen a lot of beautiful things, varying from places to things. Although, I think when I caught the rare blooming of a flower on Venus is pretty good.”

Do you have a favourite colour?

“Blues are nice colours.”

Show us your favourite outfit!

“I don’t have one”

What’s your favourite shader?

“The Io shaders are nice, even though people say they’re not. Some of the ones Calus offers are pretty good too, though I don’t really like things that are overly ostentatious.”

If you could make a wish to an Ahamkara for anything - no strings attached - what would you wish for?

“I’d never ask Kilgharrah for anything when he’s old enough to actually grant wishes, but I suppose I’d just ask to be able to help people more than I already can.”

[hunterguyveriv]

Daddy Please Wake Up part 1

As some are aware I have posted the story I am working on titled “Daddy Please Wake Up!” on DeviantArt, Fanfiction.Net, and Archive about 2 weeks ago. I wanted to share it here for those who may not be a member of those sites. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. 

As I have mentioned on the 3 sites I posted this story on, this was inspired by the lack of fan art of Post Explosion/Crash Keith and his wolf. So I wanted to be the first to do something like this.

Part 1: The Explosion & Crash The explosion was nearly as bright as the antiquated nuclear weapons used for tests during a conflict that happened nearly 150 years ago called the Cold War if not brighter. Temporarily frying the polarized filters in the cockpits of the lions, causing the paladins to go blind. Not that becoming blind would matter… The explosion was bright enough that it looked as if it were a second sun. Not even seconds later it slammed into the lions with enough force it was a surprise that they weren't destroyed. Slamming into the black lion the hardest, having supported the body and the other lions supporting the limbs. But there were no screams over the comms, it was as if they accepted their inevitable fate. In the cockpit of the Black Lion, being hit the hardest, Keith was instantaneously thrown into the console in front of him causing him to scream out blindly from some of his ribs breaking before collapsing back into his chair. Almost as if sensing the imminent danger to his paladin the chair magnetized holding Keith to it before everything went offline. He tried calling out to the paladins over his helmet but all he heard was static. He desperately grabbed the controls to do something… anything but they were locked up like the time Voltron was hit by the Komar. The lion was violently rocked again from hitting Earth’s atmosphere during reentry causing the magnetic locks to nearly completely fail to cause him to slam the visor of his helmet into the same console he broke his ribs on. He screamed in pain again as his head started to ring from the impact and blood slowly trickled down his face from his broken visor. Being closest to Black, Blue nearly suffered the same fate from the explosion, had she not been vaguely shielded from Black’s wings. Instead, Blue was slammed with enough force to cause the Princess to get whiplash from the violent motions. Seconds later sensing danger to her Paladin Blue magnetized Allura’s seat even her helmet to keep her from doing any serious damage to her neck. She remembered something Lance said nearly 4 years ago about Water helping Blue recharge. She just managed to type in the coordinates she wanted just before Blue slammed into the atmosphere. SHe grunted in pain trying to keep her calm in the face of certain death, holding on to the controls. Manhandling them trying to keep Blue straight. It was only when Blue started barrel rolling that her resolve started to crack.

Inside the Yellow Lion, Hunk was surprisingly fairing better than the rest of the team in terms of plummeting down to Earth. Due to the extra armor, Yellow had he could still manage to fight the effects of the explosion hurtling his Lion back to Earth. His console in front of him arched streams of blue energy, prompting him to protect his face. Being the heaviest of the Lions Yellow slammed hard into the atmosphere. Inside the cockpit due to the impact with the atmosphere Hunk slammed his arms into the console and his head into his arms cutting it open while also giving himself a concussion. When the Lion started to tail spine adding insult to injury Hunk felt his stomach churning violently. Through the lulling ringing of his concussion and the effects of G-Forces he grabbed his controls and started fighting with them to get control again, yelling. Pidge, being the smallest of the Paladins struggled against the Magnetic locks holding her in place. Her lion’s display flickered off and on as she plummeted towards the atmosphere. She grabbed her controls the best she could but only one responded. She typed some buttons on the console to her left. She pulled up the Head-Missile and tried to launch as a sort of escape pod, but the systems were jammed. She frantically typed other commands on her consoles but nothing was working. Tears started flowing from her eyes as everything she thought of just wouldn't work mathematically or function. She was 30 seconds from burning up on reentry or minutes away from crashing head first into the ground. She heard a faint rumble in the back of her head and with what little power her lion had put it in “Form Voltron mode” reducing the surface of the lion praying it would work.

Inside the Red Lion, Lance was having troubles holding her together. The shockwave not only damaged many critical systems to Red, due to her lack of armor for the sacrifice of speed and maneuverability but Lance hadn't gone unscathed. In the violent shaking and rocking, he bit his lip open but also broke an arm from flailing about. But like Black, Red magnetized her seat to protect her paladin’s torso from the shockwave. He grunted against the pain grabbing both controls. He had to position her for reentry. He called out to Allura - nothing, Keith - he heard briefly a blood-curdling scream of pain before his coms went down, Pidge - static, Hunk - garbled transmissions of him saying something. Before succumbing to G-Forces upon reentry his last thought to himself was to find a soft landing.

On Earth Atlas was in the process of powering back up to revert to its Battleship form when the sonic booms of the lions reentering the atmosphere were recorded on sensors. Shiro tried contacting the Lions but all he got was static. He tried again still static before the realization hit him, they were all free falling to Earth. The only thing the Bridge-Crew could do was watch in horror as the lions fell.

Due to the limited power returning sensors were limited to a 50-mile radius around Atlas. He ordered the sensor officer to track their trajectory and plot estimated crash sites. He as ordered the MFEs ready to launch with Medics in tow with them. They were to follow the lions when they got out of sensor ranger and render any necessary aide to the Paladins. In the hanger bay, the MFE-Pilots and medics received their orders. Each itching to take off as the hanger doors were forcibly opened manually. But the manual override to the hanger dors was too slow. Just as the first MFE left the hanger the lions had all crashed.

Red slammed into a surprisingly intact flat surface on the outskirts of Platt City near what looked like refinery drums. She slammed so hard that Lance broke his arm when it slammed into his console to his right. With the crash over, the magnetic lock released Lance from its vice-like grip on the Paladin. With the artificial gravity system offline Lance fell and to add insult to injury dislocated the shoulder to the very arm he broke. Blue had slashed down, nice and softly into the Gulf of Mexico. Like on the Mermaid Planet all her systems were down as she sank deeper and deeper into the Gulf. Her Paladin unconscious from the impact had a pain where bruises would later appear shooting through her. Blue’s hull groaned from the stress of the explosion and the water as she came to a stop on her side. Just barely surviving reentry Green used the last ounce of her energy to revert from her arm stage to her lion stage. She also managed to roll over as to have her back shield take the initial impact. Green crashed into the forest of Yosemite National Park just barely missing El Capitan. Alarms of various system failures blared in Pidge’s cockpit, but she was already unconscious from the G-Forces wreaking havoc on her small frame. Yellow nearly collided with the Galra base but the impact and close proximity did irrevocable damage to the base causing able prisoners to flee. Nearly all of them fled except for a shocked and growing crowd surrounding two, who stared at the massive lion in fear. Fear of the occupant, one they dreamt of holding in their arms again didn't make it. Not knowing he had fared better than his friends, only slammed his head into a console Leaving just Black…

His body was screaming in pain at him, blood trickling down his cut face as he struggled. Struggled to gain some control of his lion. Struggled against the pain in his ribs laying an arm against them as if it was all that was holding them together. Struggled to stay awake as the ringing from his concussion got louder. Consoles erupted in sparks causing him to wince and move his head away from exploding consoles. The sounds of alarms could be heard, causing his head to hurt even more. Just by closing his eyes to protect his slowly recovering eyesight started him to become drowsy. He heard a faint-weak whisper from his lion pleading with him to stay awake, he had to stay awake. Through his hazy sight, he saw the shack that was once part of the house his father and mother owned when he was a baby. Coming to terms, he thought to himself “how fitting… my path started here, now it is going to end,” he smiled through the physical pain. He thought of his mother, his wolf, his mentor Kolivan who was thankfully harsher on him than his brother Shiro ever was, and her... one last time. Groaning through the pain in his throat, “Well dad, guess I’ll be seeing you shortly. We can finally get to catch up.” Closing his eyes just before Black slammed into the ground head first.

Romelle was sitting in a room set aside for Keith. Of all the people on the Atlas including Shiro & Coran, it was decided she would keep the wolf company. After all, she knew him more than any of the Paladins, Coran, or Shiro. She was humming softly leaning against a wall petting the wolf everyone started calling Cosmo. He had settled down surprisingly during the battle with that Hammerhead Robeasts. Romelle commented “it must be nice to be that calm” as she continued to stroke the wolf’s fur. But the wolf raised his head looking around the strange room for something and started to whine.