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His World

Summary: Bakugo's teenage daughter has been acting suspicious for a while. He keeps shrugging it off until he finds her cuddled up on the couch with another boy. Let's just say he's less than happy to find out his daughter is dating Kaminari's son.

Pairing: Bakugo x f!reader

tw's: A lil angsty

Not proofread. Go easy on me <3

You yawned, scratching your bedhead, as you walked into the kitchen to see your husband, Katsuki, already making breakfast. You walked up to him, wrapping your arms around his waist, "Good morning.~"

"Mornin', beautiful," He replied, flipping a pancake onto a plate. It was fluffy, just the way you and Mizuki liked it. He turned around and pressed a kiss to your lips. Your good morning kiss. You smiled, pecking his cheek. 

You took the plates with the pancakes out into the dining room, Katsuki following behind, holding a tray with cups of coffee. You put the dishes on the table and opened your mouth to call your seventeen-year-old daughter down for dinner but stopped when she entered the kitchen, hopping on one foot as she put on her socks. 

You raised your eyebrows in amusement. Surprisingly, Mizuki had been waking up early for a few weeks now. Previously, you had to turn off all her alarms for her and aggressively shake her awake. 

"Morning, mama, papa." She greeted as she pulled her long blonde hair into a ponytail, crimson eyes shifting up to you and Katsuki.

"Someone's wakin' up surprisingly early." Bakugo commented, "Now come on, food's runnin' cold."

"Oh. I have to be at school early today." Mizuki took her school bag from a chair, throwing it over her shoulder. Bakugo furrowed his eyebrows, watching his daughter run out of the room in a hurry. 

"Oi, get yer ass back here! You ain't leaving without breakfast!" He yelled, his head snapping at you, asking you to say something. You shook your head, raising your hands up. Only a Bakugo could tame a Bakugo. 

"I'll get somethin' from outside, chill!" Mizuki yelled from the front door. 

Bakugo looked at you, baffled, "She's got the time to eat from out but not to eat from home?!"

"Maybe she's not in the mood for pancakes." You replied, taking a seat at the dining table, pulling a plate towards yourself, and pushing another towards Katsuki. 

You smiled, watching him pout as he chewed. He was just like the Katsuki you met in high school, yet he was so different. His muscular arms and torso were littered with little scars, with one big scar on his chest. It was proof of years of hero work. His hair was slowly starting to grey. When he put his head in your lap, you liked moving his hair around, counting the little grey hair. 

"D'you think she doesn't like my cooking?" Bakugo asked. 

"You know that's not the case, Katsuki." You give him a pointed look, "You don't have to be upset about it."

"I'm not upset..." He huffed. You sighed, smiling at him. He clearly was upset. You were going to add that she might have met a special someone, so that could be one reason why she was in such a hurry, but decided to keep it to yourself since you knew the reaction your husband would have. He'd flip the table over. 

"What if she's seein' someone?" He narrowed his eyes, his fist clenching on the table. You reached over, putting your hand over his closed fist. His hand relaxed, lying flat underneath yours. 

"It's possible. She's growing up, it's expected." 

"I'm sure she's got better things to do than bothering with some lame-ass guy." He confidently shoved a piece of pancake in his mouth. A drop of sweat appeared on your forehead at his sudden change in demeanour. 

Katsuki's suspicions of Mizuki going out with someone did not stop there. 

He'd just come home from patrol, sweaty and tired, hoping to take a nice long bath and then eat dinner and spend some time with his two favourite girls. He stepped inside the house, kicking his dirty boots off and padding into the living room. 

He found you on the couch, your face lighting up when you saw him. You hopped off the couch to give him a fat kiss on the cheek, "Hi, babe. How was work?"

"Ass."

You laughed, wiping a bit of grease from his cheek with a thumb, "I've already run the bath for you."

You caught a naughty glint in his eye when he turned you around, hugging you from the back, his chin on your head, stubble scratching your scalp, "Join me."

"No." 

"Why the fuck not?"

"Mizuki's home, Katsuki." You rolled your eyes. 

"It's just a bath." He teased. 

You stepped away from him, giving his chest a playful push, "We both know it will end up being not just a bath." 

"Mama!" Mizuki rushed into the living room, holding a hairbrush in hand, wearing a pretty blue dress you got her a while back, "Mama, can you do my hair?" Her eyes fell on Bakugo standing behind you, brow arched skywards. She visibly froze. 

"Where are you going?" He asked, noting how she was dressed a little nicer than usual. 

"With friends, duh," Mizuki replied, handing you the hairbrush. You brushed her hair, putting up into a neat bun for her. 

"Thanks, Mum." 

"Oi, don't forget to leave your location on and-" Bakugo began but got cut off by Mizuki. 

"And don't forget to be home before ten, blah, blah, blah. I know. You need to stop worryin', Pops." Mizuki looked up at her father as she put her heels on. 

"I'd stop worrying if you weren't dressed like you're going on a damn date," Bakugo said.

Mizuki cleared her throat, rolling her eyes. "Well, I'm not. Can I leave now?"

Bakugo moved aside, letting her leave, eyes not moving from the door until it was slammed shut. "I'm tellin' ya, she's seein' someone. And I'm fuckin' finding out who it is-" He made a move to leave after her, stopping when you put a hand on his arm. 

"Let her go, Katsuki. If she finds out you're stalking her, she's not going to trust you with anything." 

"But what if-"

"You wouldn't want her sneaking out and lying to you, would you?" 

"No..." He mumbled. 

"Exactly. Now go hop in the bath, stinky." You smacked his arm. He gave you a devilish smirk and threw you over his shoulder.

"You're gettin' in with me. Mizu isn't home now."

It was the weekend, and you were out doing groceries with Katsuki. You watched your items get scanned at the counter, making sure you guys had everything you needed. You reached to carry some of the grocery bags, getting your hand slapped away by Katsuki. He carried them all in one go, his muscles flexing in the process. 

Before going back home, he got Mizuki iced tea since he knew she liked it. He parked the car in the garage, helping you carry the grocery bags inside. 

"That's the last of it." He grunted, dropping a bag on the floor by the shoes. 

"I'll go ask Mizuki to help me put stuff in the fridge." You said, removing your shoes. You went into the living room, freezing when you saw Mizuki sound asleep on top of a boy you recognised. Kyoka and Denki's son, Ryuu. He had plum-coloured hair, just like Kyoka.

"Oi, Mizuki, come help ya ma with the groceries," Katsuki yelled, walking into the living room. He saw you standing by the couch and came to stand beside you, looking down to see Mizuki asleep with her head on Ryuu's chest. His yelling made Mizuki stir a little before she nuzzled into his neck and went back to sleep. 

You glanced at Bakugo, watching his jaw clench, his upper lip twitch in fury. You could swear you saw steam blowing out of his ears. Before you could stop him, he stomped up to the two, "WAKE THE FUCK UP!" He yelled.

Startled, Mizuki sat up upright, falling off the couch. Ryuu opened his eyes wide in confusion. He looked down at Mizuki and then at Dynamight towering over him with deadly crimson eyes that promised to skin him alive. Ryuu gulped, his face draining of colour. 

"Katsuki, don't-" 

Katsuki grabbed the boy's T-shirt, pulling him off the couch. Ryuu raised his hands defensively, trying to step away, but Katsuki had a death grip on his T-shirt, "Who the fuck do you think you are?!"

"Dad, leave him alone!" Mizuki tried pushing Katsuki's hand away. Katsuki ignored her, simply pulling Ryuu closer and narrowing his eyes at him. 

"What is your relationship with him, Mizuki?" He growled, still not looking at her, giving Ryuu a death glare instead. 

"Katsuki, leave him alone. How about we all sit and talk about it calmly-"

"I ain't talkin' calmly!" Bakugo yelled, scaring Ryuu. "Who the fuck does he think he is, trying to snuggle into Mizuki?!" 

"Dad, can you please stop?!" Mizuki gave her father a firm push. The push had little impact on him, given he was built like a tree, but the flash of hurt in his eyes did not go unnoticed by you. Mizuki freed Ryuu out of Katsuki's grip, standing in front of him almost protectively, her hand intertwined with his. "As for your question, he is my boyfriend. What are you going to do about it?" 

"Really, Mizuki. You're fuckin' joking." He glowered at Ryuu, his fists fuming, "You ain't datin' spark plug's son."

"Why do you have a problem with everything I do?!" Mizuki yelled, "I'm not a little girl anymore, Dad! You don't get to decide who I date and who I don't."

"You don't need to date some stupid boy. You know you're better than that!"

"Ryuu is not a stupid boy." Mizuki seethed through gritted teeth. She looked like she'd blast the house to bits if Katsuki said another word. 

"I-I'll take my leave so you guys can talk. I'm sorry for the trouble I caused..." Ryuu dared to pat Mizuki's shoulder and glance up timidly at Katsuki. Katsuki took a step towards him but got stopped by your arm.

"You're breaking up with him right fucking now," Katsuki ordered. 

"I am not!" Mizuki shouted, taking Ryuu's hand again, making him stay put. "What has he ever done to you?! Why do you have to act like he committed some crime? Ryuu is the most perfect and sweetest person I've met, unlike you. Why do you have a problem with everything?! When will you leave me be and stop pretending im five?! Gosh, I really fucking hate you."

Mizuki's chest moved up and down, tears threatening to spill from her eyes, staring at Katsuki, the air thick in between them. She glanced at you before she turned around with Ryuu, silently leaving the house with him.

Katsuki fell onto the couch, head thrown back, hand over his eyes. You silently sat beside him, putting a hand on his knee. He glanced down at his legs, a defeated look on his face. You cupped his cheek, making him look at you in the eye. You could see tears forming in his eyes, his nose red. 

"She said she hates me." His voice cracked. 

"Shh," you brought his face closer, kissing his eyebrow. "You know she doesn't mean it. She said it in the heat of the moment."

He let himself lay on top of you, nuzzling into your neck, arms wrapped around you. He wondered if this was karma for all the times he told his mother he hated her even though he didn't really mean it. He wondered if this was life slapping him in the face, pulling a reverse card on him. 

"You remember how old we were when we started dating, Katsuki?" You asked, running hour fingers in his hair. 

"Fifteen." He mumbled. 

"Hm. Mizu's way older and more mature than we were back then." 

"She's mature. Spark Plug's kid isn't" He propped up on his elbow, arguing back with you.  

"Are you doing this because he's Denki's kid? He's a good kid, Katsuki. He didn't even argue back when you got mad at him. He's rational, and from what I've seen when Mizu brings her friends over, he's really shy and sweet, too."

"What if he's not good enough for her. What if he breaks her heart?" He tried reasoning. You smiled, cradling his face.

"She's got her big strong papa if he breaks her heart." 

His head dipped low, pressing a long kiss onto your lips and then a little one in between your eyebrows. You switched positions, with you now lying on top of him, head on his chest, eyes shut. He kissed your hair, hand running up and down your back, deep in thought. 

As he lay there, he thought of the time when he held newborn Mizuki in his arms for the first time, immediately falling in love with his little girl. The moment Mizuki was in his arms, he swore he would protect his daughter with his life. He recalled her first footsteps and her first word, 'Da!' He thought of the time when she got her quirk, running into his legs, crying, overwhelmed by the loud noises and the recoil. 

He sighed, eyes drifting shut.

When Katsuki's eyes snapped open, it was already midnight. He felt a blanket over you two. Mizuki was home. He skillfully slipped his arm out from under your head, getting up. He adjusted the blanket over you, kissing the tip of your nose. Light on his feet, he went upstairs, standing outside Mizuki's room. 

He cleared his throat, knocking on the door, "Hey, kid. Ya in there?" 

He was greeted by silence. He turned the knob, opening the door and peeking inside. There she was, lying with her back to the door, pretending to be asleep, blonde eyelashes fluttering on her cheeks. He crept up to her bed, taking a seat on the mattress, the bed sinking down with his weight. 

He leaned over, tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear. He put his forehead on her head, "I'm sorry, Mizu. I know I was an ass." He murmured.

Mizuki lay on her back, crimson eyes shifting to her father. His eyes, the same colour as hers, almost pleaded with her to talk to him. She sat up straight, putting a hand behind her neck, looking down. 

"It's alright... I'm sorry, too. I didn't mean anything I said back then." She felt her father's arms wrap around her shoulders, pulling her closer. In his strong arms, she felt safe. Even though they often fought and argued, she adored him. He meant the world to her. 

"I'll break up with him." She said. 

Katsuki pulled away from the hug, shaking his head and taking her hands, "No. If he makes you happy, you can date him." 

"What's the point if you're not happy about it?" 

"I'll be happy about it as long as he keeps you happy." He held her face in his hands, looking into her eyes, "But the moment he breaks your heart, I'm breaking his legs, and you're not stopping me." 

He watched a shit-eating grin take over her face, scarily looking like him, "If it ever comes to that, I'll join you." 

"Atta girl." He smirked. Mizuki threw her arms around his neck, hugging him tight. Katsuki smiled, holding his daughter closer. 

"I love you, papa." She mumbled. 

Katsuki held himself from crying right there and then, "Love ya too, Mizu." 

Katsuki held Mizuki for a while longer, enjoying this rare moment of peace with his daughter, running his hand through her long hair. He felt a pair of eyes on him and glanced back to see you leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed across your chest, a soft smile on your face. He held an arm open for you to join him and Mizuki.

You crawled into bed, kissing Mizuki's cheek and then Katsuki's jaw. He pulled your head on his shoulder, his arms wrapped around you two. 

While you and Mizuki slept peacefully, Katsuki stayed awake, his heart brimming with love and bliss. Lying on the bed with his world in his arms, he wondered what he did to deserve you two. He considered himself the world's luckiest man. 

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THE GIRL IN THE SOCKS ON THE ROOF - JJ Maybank

Summary: save my life and i'll save yours, pretty boy. In the coastal paradise of Outer Banks, Y/N teeters on the edge of the rooftop in socks, drowning in despair, and there's Papa JJ appearing in her life like an angel.

"'Cause it's too cold for you here and now, so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater."

Warning: female!reader, triggering themes (mental health struggles, including references to self-harm, depression, or suicidal thoughts and acts), alcohol, drug, weed, swearing, etc., this will angsty as shit and fluffy, do not read if you don't want to! you have been warned, let me know what you think!

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JJ has no idea that he had saved a life.

well, he never believed such a thing, never believed that he was this special to think twice that the person he saved will do anything to pay him back.

And that person was Y/N, the girl in socks on the roof of a building, a tall one.

It was a summer night, the night of the Fourth of July, an hour away from the fireworks starting and here was the handsome blond walking out of the store with few beers and snacks with Sarah Cameron by his side.

Yelling echoed around the neighborhood, and the two blondes turned towards the sound, a man running after a very gorgeous girl in shorts, a top and some socks.

No flipflops, or sandals, just black socks, running down the streets and busy looking behind to notice JJ and Sarah standing there watching in pure confusion until she bumped at him.

"YOU DIRTY LITTLE BITCH COME BACK HERE!" The man yelled and Y/N picked up the bags of snacks he held, apologizing and handing them to him in panic.

Eyes wide with tears covering them, wild hair like she was electrocuted, chest going up and down rapidly, she met Sarah's eyes and shot her the most heartbreaking smile.

"I am so sorry," she turned to JJ, meeting his pretty eyes that watched hers in concern, god she was beautiful, he has never seen someone this gorgeous even in the state of panic.

Before he could even open his mouth to respond, she continued running, she was very fast, legs moving in a speed of light, everytime her feet landed on the ground, pain rushed through her veins.

Adrenaline pumping, the summer night breeze slapping her cheeks left and right, she could feel Sarah Cameron's eyes on hers and the handsome boy whom she bumped into.

As they climbed the Twinkie, JJ's mind not once left the girl who disappeared five minutes ago, he knew who she was, well... he saw her in a few parties, standing there with a drink in hand talking to one pogue mostly.

"I feel like I saw her before," he whispered turning to Sarah who watched in slight worry as the man ran past them with so much hatred in his eyes, a murderous look that scared her.

"That's Y/N, sweetest Kook with apparently a rough life," she replied wincing as another curse left Mister L/N's lips, a frown on her face, JJ's hand was on the steering wheel, feeling a sudden protectiveness towards the girl who bumped into him.

It looked like she had a rough life, especially when she was running in only socks with a man chasing behind her, his eyebrows almost touched and he watched the man in disgust.

He reminded him of his dad... but oh he didn't know that he was basically his dad's twin brother.

"God I hope she doesn't get caught by Mister L/N," she whispered in worry, guilt eating her alive and once JJ started to drive, he looked around in hope to find her.

Nothing.

"It's the fourth of July..." spoke Sarah again, and his mind went back  to Y/N's eyes... brimmed with tears reminded him so much of his, he really wanted to know the reason why she was in that state.

And the second time he saw her was on the roof of a building, John B has sent him again to buy fireworks to light on the beach, but then something caught his eyes.

Someone.

The moonlight shone down on her, black shorts, white top, hair flying everywhere thanks to the wind, black socks, she stood on the edge of the roof staring ahead, the moonlight kissing her skin and making hear tear glisten like diamonds, what the fuck.

Without thinking twice, he sprinted up the stairs, ignoring that it was a building with people living in it, rich people that would knsult him idf they saw him in, he raced up the stairs, boots clapping against the ground as he grabbed the railing for support trying not to trip

He never ran so fast, worry ate him alive as he ran in the speed of light.

Opening the door to the roof with all his force he rushed to the girl just as her feet lifted and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her back to his chest.

She gasped in surprise, her tear-streaked face turning towards him. For a moment, time stood still as their eyes locked. JJ could feel the rapid thumping of her heart against his chest, matching the adrenaline rushing through his own veins.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," he whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of concern and relief, he turned her around and watched as she looked into his eyes, body shaking with a combination of fear and exhaustion.

"You don't have to do this. You're not alone."

She studier him with glossy eyes, watched as he pushed away her hair from her wet cheeks and cupped her cheeks as if he knew her for years.

At his words she collapsed in his arms, clinging to him tightly, as if holding on for dear life, he wrapped his arms around her as tightly and ran his hand down her hair.

He wasn't used to giving hugs, felt awkward when someone gave him one ir he did, but he hugged her, the weight of her struggles and pain was palpable, and in that moment, JJ understood that there was so much more to her story than what he had glimpsed before.

"Grab my hand," she did as told, hand trembling as he gently guided her away from the edge, leading her to a safer spot on the rooftop.

She slipped down the wall, wrapping her arms around herself tightly ss the breeze got rough, then JJ sat beside her, forgetting his task and what he was supposed to buy.

They sat down together, the distant sounds of fireworks starting to fill the night sky, but not the Outer Banks yet, in 10 minutes, JJ's heart raced as he tried to find the right words to say, wanting to offer comfort and support to this girl he barely knew.

He turned to her, taking off his red hat and ruffling his blond hair, "sup, I'm JJ," he finally said, his voice soft but steady and she chuckled at his words, "And you...you don't have to face this alone. Whatever it is, I'm here for you."

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of gratitude, she sniffled, wiping away the tears that continued to stream down her cheeks.

"Sup, I'm Y/N..." she whispered, her voice barely audible as she pulled her knees closer to her body, staying silent for a minute gnawing at her lower lip, she spoke again, "Thank you, for saving my life and...being there when no one else was."

JJ's heart ached at her words. He couldn't fathom how someone as beautiful and kind-hearted as Y/N could feel so alone and unloved.

He pulled out the lighter and played with it for a few seconds, "I don't know what you've been through, but I want you to know that Papa J, is here for you, no matter what. You deserve to be surrounded by people who care about you."

Y/N's eyes welled up with tears once again, but this time they were tears of relief mixed with a glimmer of hope. She had never expected a chance encounter with JJ to lead to this moment of genuine connection and understanding.

But she blinked away the tears and smiled at him brightly, sitting by his side, her shoulder pressed to his as they stared ahead, "I'll make sure to keep that in mind, Thank you, Papa J," a smile that showed his dimples appeared and she felt herself go warm.

"You know what will make you feel better?" He suddenly spoke standing up and slapping his butt to get rid of the dirt, she looked up at him in confusion, wondering what will make her feel better.

"What?"

JJ smiled down at her brightly like a Cheshire cat, "light some fireworks on the beach, smoke weed, drink beers," he suggested putting his hand in front if her to take.

She stared at his hands for a hot second, glancing at the edge of the roof that she almost fell from and then back at him, she never drank alcohol or even had a puff of smoke, breaking the rules sounded like a good idea at the moment.

"why not." She put her hand on top of his watching him hold it carefully, gently, his rings cold and sending a shiver down her spine.

He lifted her and glanced down at the socks, "damn don't your feet hurt?" She laughed softly and followed his eyes down, "they are hurting now, like a bitch." He nodded in response and they walked towards the stairs, hand still in hers.

Her eyes went back to the edge of the roof again, but JJ blocked her path and pushed the door for her, "after you, be careful not to slip, I almost did with my damn boots." She rolled her eyes but grinned at him.

"You're the clumsy one."  She replied making him roll his eyes and gasp dramatically, pretending to faint while doing so, it made her laugh.

She had a gorgeous laugh, contagious that it made him laugh as well, he wondered why a girl like her would even think of trying to leave this world.

He wanted to ask, but no. This wasn't the right moment.

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He handed her his scandals (which led to her saying that his feet were bigger than her face) and called John B to apologize and explain what happened while she was looking for slushy flavors.

Then they went to the beach, watched the fireworks, drank beers, and shared weed, one after the other, placing her lips right where his were, he taught her basic surf tricks, and he did everything to make her forget about the troubles filling her mind.

And it worked.

They laughed, and they talked for hours, sharing stories, dreams, and even their deepest fears, water was reaching her thighs as she watched the colorful explosions in the night sky.

She was high and watching the sky have multicolor stars with so much awe, her eyes glossy and her hand waving underwater, and JJ admired.

Every single feature, the way she watched the fireworks and stood by his side, hair wild and crazy, speaking her mind in a way he never thought anyone would do so, wearing only her bikini top and shorts.

How can a person high till cloud 9 speak like that? He thought, "I mean, that's the thing, Lana Del Rey once said..." She put her finger up, swallowing, "Live fast, die young, be wild, and have fun. That’s my motto, but my dad did everything to not give me my freedom, everything, and believe it or not this is the first time I felt happy."

JJ knew what it was like, it was the same for him, his dad was a fucking asshole and everyone knew it, they all blamed that man's crime on him, and he hated that she had the same problems.

"I think we need to get out, you're way too high baby," he spoke with a laugh grabbing her waist and starting to make his way out of the water.

"oh come on I'm trying to be emotional here! Wait- did you just call me baby?" she asked grabbing his wrist, slurring over her words.

JJ chuckled, his heart warming at Y/N's playful reaction. He had been so caught up in the moment that he had let slip a term of endearment without even realizing it.

But now, with her intoxicated state bringing out her candidness, he found himself unable to hide his smile.

"Yeah, I did call you baby," he replied, his voice teasing, "It just slipped out. But you know what? I think it suits you."

Y/N's eyes widened, a mix of surprise and amusement crossing her face. "Oh really? And why is that?" he couldn't respond instead raised his eyebrow at her, showing his cute dimples that made her smile even more brightly.

"I will not tell you." and next thing he knew she pulled him deeper in the water and pulled him along, pushing him with her in, his hand wrapped around her waist to not lose her and water surrounded them.

them swimming around one another, the light coming from the moon and fireworks the only thing brightening their surroundings, all euphoric. As their eyes locked underwater, JJ felt a surge of anticipation, the world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them suspended in the watery depths.

They swam closer and closer, her hair moving around her like a mermaid, he watched as the multicolor lights flashing kissed her skin, eyes twinkling like pearls.

As they swam closer, their bodies gracefully gliding through the liquid medium, time seemed to slow down. Every movement, every touch, was heightened by the magical atmosphere surrounding them. The water embraced them, caressing their skin and amplifying the intensity of their connection.

Y/N has never seen such a beautiful person like JJ, his blonde hair shimmered like strands of liquid gold, framing his face in a way that accentuated his angelic features, ocean eyes watching her in a way no one did, it made her blood run hot even underwater, his muscles twitching as he moved.

God, he was beautiful....

He was angel. That's it, he was an angel sent from heaven to save her from the roof and make her life worth living for.

Their faces drew closer, the space between them narrowing with each passing second, but just as her lips were about to brush against his, doubt crept into JJ's mind. 

He hesitated, like he always did, his thoughts momentarily overpowering the weird feelings he felt in that moment. He withdrew slightly, his hand releasing its grip on her waist.

His wide eyes met hers, and for a moment, the silence between them was deafening, she hesitated as well, confused as to why he did in the first place, but never going to question it.

Maybe he didn't feel comfortable, she thought, JJ's mind raced, questioning the wisdom of his decision, too risky, she's high and probably won't remember by tomorrow- JJ calm the fuck down.

He hated himself for hesitating but he had no choice, she grabbed his shirt and swam back up with him to the surface, JJ followed, cursing himself for letting his doubts cloud the moment, for allowing fear to guide his actions. 

But deep down, he knew he couldn't ignore the nagging thoughts that had caused him to retreat.

Y/N, for her part, seemed to accept the situation without questioning it. Her silence spoke volumes, leaving JJ with a mix of relief and regret, as they resurfaced, the world above the water greeted them with its own set of distractions. 

The sounds of laughter and music filled the air, the festivities of the night continuing as if nothing had happened below the surface. Y/N's wide eyes met his again, searching for answers that he couldn't provide.

JJ gave her a weak smile and her, perceptive as ever, returned his smile with a gentle nod, and just before she started to swim back to land, he spoke with a high pitched voice to not make her go.

"me and my friend want to become Kooks, looking for gold, anything that will make us rich, when this world will become gentle with us, I'm gonna get a new board. I'm gonna deck it out, and I'm gonna go on a surf trip. Ride, whatever the waves take you, you know?" he said watching her stop and turn back around.

A smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she listened to his plans, his determination shining through despite the uncertainties of their current moment.

Dreams do save lives after all.

"Do you have your passport, pretty boy?" she asked with a laugh at his determination, it made his hammering heart slow down, and relief wash over him as he thought she was mad at him at first.

"Hell no, I don't got a passport, Kookiest thing ever." he replied making her laugh even harder, throwing her head back and staring at the sky, her laughter echoing through the water and bringing a sense of lightheartedness to their conversation.

“You definitely should do that, that’s a real dream, surf trip, I believe in you,” she said with a chuckle, starting to swim towards the rock where they kept their stuff hidden just in case someone might steal them, gesturing him to come along.

“you’re saying that like I will do it alone,” he said lifting himself up and out of the water, wrapping the towel he had in the Twinkie around her and grabbing his stuff, “well you will do it with your friends, not alone,” she replied wrapping the towel tighter around her, putting on her sandals.

JJ grabbed their stuff and walked out of the rock, offering his hand so she wouldn’t slip, “and you,” he replied making her smile and glance back at him, "me? So I'm a Pogue now?" she asked teasingly ruffling her hair with the towel.

"Well, I am your friend, you like adventure, saving animals and the sea, you don't hate us, I think you are born a Pogue, besides we could really use your help to become rich," he said shrugging while opening the door to the van.

washing her feet to get rid of the sand she climbed in the passenger seat, towel still tight around her, a mischievous glint in her eyes, "Well, if being a Pogue means embarking on thrilling escapades with you and running from cops, count me in," she said, her voice filled with excitement.

"deal."

and she did become one, helped them find the gold by stealing maps from her father's office, and became a sister to almost everyone, Kiara didn't trust her which was fine, but she didn't hate her either.

Besides she understood what it was like, JJ had stayed by her side for the rest of the time, she was on his, she saved him in many ways, the jacuzzi night, she held him, they ran from cops, she stole for him, for them, got in trouble as well and she was loyal.

That way she cried with him that night when she found out what Luke did to him was the same thing her father did to her, cried with him, and held him at the same time, they were both broken after all.

The night she tried to end her life was the night she met JJ Maybank and he saved her in every way a person can be saved, she stayed the night in John B's house, on the couch, her head to JJ's.

everyone was already asleep, both of them damp after their night swim.

"I see you," he suddenly whispered, the light buzzing from god knows where filling the silence along with the crickets, for a second he thought she had fallen asleep since no answer came from her, "and?" she asked a hot minute, tilting her to the side.

His scent filled her nostrils and made her tensed shoulders relax instantly, "you wouldn't have jumped." he replied staring at the ceiling, his blonde hair falling over his eyes.

JJ's whispered words hung in the air, the weight of their meaning sinking in. Y/N's heart skipped a beat as she processed his statement, his words cut through the darkness, reaching deep into her soul, and touching upon a truth that she had kept hidden for so long.

"God knows what would've happened if you weren't there," she whispered staring at the ceiling with tears blurring her vision, she played with the shell charm of his bracelet.

"but I'm glad it was you," her voice was barely above a whisper, but he heard it, and when he spoke his voice was as soft as a feather, "I'm glad too," he had said and then she felt her blood run hot, cheeks turning rosy.

and with that, they both fell asleep, her finger hooked around his bracelet and his finger drew patterns, their faces so close at the edge of the couch, her head to the right and his to the left, noses almost bumping.

Their breaths synchronized, her scent mixing with his creating the most intoxicating perfume that ever existed, peace washing over them as they slept close to one another, safe from any trouble.

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They fell in love, and they hesitated to tell one another, like the night they hesitated to kiss, there was a palpable tension that's for sure, even the blind could sense it.

But the day she realized that one day she will stop hesitating was in the boat when he fell off it.

"Clear." 

He whispered and Y/N walked away with JJ following behind her, a man suddenly appeared in front of her making her call out for the pretty blonde, "JJ..." "of course, there's more of you..." he said pulling out a machete, "get down on your knees," he ordered and JJ grabbed the girl by the waist pulling her back as soon as the man stepped towards her. "Yeah, that's not gonna happen." with that, he charged at the girl who ducked immediately, JJ punched the man and pinned his arm, and Y/N kicked him right in the crotch before with the door to the emergency power locker supply.

Y/N ran towards the railing calling out for the Routledge boy, "JOHN B!" she yelled not even noticing the man approaching her from behind, JJ's eyes widened in horror as he called out for the girl.

"Y/N!" she turned around, eyes on the weapon that went flying towards her, she moved away but it sliced her arm making her wince in pain, "Y/N!" he called again in worry.

Eberhimi lifted his machete and JJ caught his wrist, grabbing him from behind, and elbowing the younger boy in the stomach, he swung at Y/N who caught his wrist and grabbed her collar, her head went to the side and the end of the weapon went right to JJ.

Her eyes widened in terror as JJ fell off the boat into the water, she bit Eberhimi's wrist before grabbing the hand that held the machete, twisting it, and she slammed his head against the glass before the wall.

And with that, he fell to the ground unconscious, Y/N ran towards the edge and called out for JJ whose face was on the water, "JJ!" she called loud enough for Outer Banks to hear.

Y/N's heart pounded in her chest as she watched the boy, she climbed the edge and her demons immediately consumed her, panic gripped her as memories of her own pain and struggles flooded her mind, the night she was standing on the edge.

the same feeling she felt during the fourth of July threatening to overwhelm her, she didn't do it, yet here she is standing on the edge once again.

But she knew she couldn't let fear paralyze her. She had to act. She will step off the edge, god she hoped the water wouldn't turn to solid rocks and kill her immediately, as a payback for not doing it that night

Either you face it or JJ dies. she thought.

With her heart pounding and her mind filled with a mixture of terror and determination, Y/N took a deep breath and closed her eyes tightly before stepping off the edge. 

The air rushed past her, and for a split second, she felt weightless, suspended between the fear of the unknown and the hope for a different outcome.

As she descended towards the water, her mind raced with thoughts of what awaited her below. Would the water be a lifeline, cradling her safely in its embrace? Or would it become a cruel reminder, punishing her for the choice she didn't make before?

It was too deep, way too deep, she wasn't that good at swimming either, her feet touched the sand for fuck's sake that night because she was scared!

"JJ!" she screamed swimming towards him, turning the boy around she wrapped her arm around his waist, trying to keep them both afloat. 

Her heart was racing as she struggled to keep her head above water, tried to fight her own demons that gripped her hair, feet, and everywhere and pulled her, "Please wake up JJ," she pleaded, her voice choked with tears and water that started filling her lungs, "I need you." she begged.

"JJ, stay with me." she called pushing his pretty blonde hair out of his face as she slapped his cheek gently, "J, please. Please!" she exclaimed louder this time.

Y/N's arms were growing tired, and she was struggling to keep JJ's head above water, his entire body leaned against hers desperately.

She could feel herself slowly drowning, but she refused to let go of him. Kicking and trashing around, moving her legs in fast motions, looked nothing like swimming, but kept her head a little above. She moved her legs around at a rapid speed to keep them both afloat, her heart was pounding in her chest, and she was gasping for air, her eyes burning from the salty water.

"Hang on, JJ," she said, her voice shaking. "We'll make it through this together." Despite her fear and exhaustion, Y/N continued to fight, determined not to let JJ go.

she leaned her head against his, his entire head leaning on her shoulder, "John B's coming, John B's coming." she whispered hoping he could hear her, mostly to herself, so she doesn't give up and let her demons take her.

The world really was against her huh?

Y/N was growing weaker by the second, her arms and legs were aching, and she could feel her muscles going numb. 

She slowly leaned back, her eyes growing heavy as she struggled to stay conscious, "JJ," she called his name a thousand times, her voice barely above a whisper, "Stay with me, please." 

Y/N knew she was fighting a losing battle, she did everything she could to stay awake and not let the water take her. 

She squeezed him tightly, feeling his body grow heavier in her arms, despite the pain and exhaustion trying to take over, and dominate, she stayed awake until help arrived.

until John B. arrived.

"JOHN B! HELP!" 

Y/N's lungs were burning, and she could feel the water going into her mouth as she called out for help.

"Help!" she shouted, her voice hoarse, "Please, John B help us!" she could feel herself slipping away, her body growing numb as the water enveloped her. 

She coughed and sputtered, the taste of salt water filling her mouth, but even as she struggled to breathe, she refused to let go of JJ.

She held him tightly, her arm wrapped around him so tightly, doing everything she could to keep him above water, even pushing him slightly above her even if it resulted in her being underwater.

"Hang on, JJ," she said, her voice shaking, "Just a little longer. John B is coming." Despite the overwhelming odds against her, Y/N continued to fight, her legs moving rapidly as if she never swam in her entire life, determined to stay alive for JJ's sake.

Y/N sobbed against JJ's neck, her tears mixing with the salt water, "I'm sorry," she said, her voice trembling from the cold and fear, "I'm sorry. I should've been hit." 

She felt guilty and responsible for JJ's injuries, and the weight of it was unbearable. 

The water felt like it had hands, pulling her down and dragging her away from JJ. But she clung to him, her grip growing tighter as she fought against the current. 

Soon enough, John B appeared and the pogues called out for their friend, "NO! No! No!" exclaimed John B stopping the boat and reaching for his best friend, his brother, and his family.

Y/N couldn't hear her friends calling out for her. She was lost in her own world, struggling to keep her head above water.

As soon as she felt JJ's weight slip away from her, safe and in the arms of her best friend, she let the water take her. 

She felt herself sinking deeper and deeper, the darkness closing in all around her.

It wasn't until she felt the strong hands of Sarah, John B, Pope, and Kiara grabbing her and lifting her from under the water that she opened her eyes, gasping for air. 

She clung to them tightly, using their strength to lift herself up and out of the water. She was shaking and disoriented, but she was alive.

 "Thank you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, "Thank you for saving me." with that, she looked around for JJ, and her heart sank to her stomach when she saw him lying motionless in the lifeboat.

She crawled towards him, her hands shaking as she reached out to slap his cheek, "Wake up, JJ," she pleaded, her voice choked with emotion.

"Please, wake up!" But JJ remained still, and Y/N felt a sense of panic rising in her chest, no, he can't die. 

she knew that she had to do something to help him, so she began slapping his chest, trying to get the water out of his lungs, her friends surrounded her with worry and fear rushing through their veins.

Only Y/N calling and begging him to wake up boomed around them. "Come on, JJ, you can do this. Get up!" she said, her voice quivering badly, she was always a tough person with no fear in her eyes, and now they could see the pure anger and worry in them.

"Don't leave me like this." Y/N continued to work on JJ, refusing to give up even as her arms were limp and her eyes were blurry.

JJ suddenly sat up, coughing and spluttering, water coming out of his mouth.

He looked around, disoriented, and saw John B smiling down at him, "Welcome to the land of the living, dude," John B said, his voice filled with relief. "No CPR needed, huh?"

He didn't respond, instead, his eyes landed on Y/N's hand on his chest, and then on her tear-streaked face.

 He sat up, feeling the weight of what had just happened hit him, his tensed muscles dropped at the sight of her like this, "Hi," she greeted, her voice hoarse and filled with relief.

"'sup?" he added teasingly, trying to lighten the mood.

Everyone laughed, and Y/N smacked him before pulling his head towards her chest and hugging him tightly. 

She cried silently and kissed his forehead repeatedly, whispering, "Oh, darling, oh JJ, I thought I lost you."

JJ hugged her back, burying his head in the crook of her neck, "I'm here," he said, his voice shaking with emotion. "I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere." He held her tightly, feeling her warmth and her love envelop him.

For a moment, everything else faded away, and all that mattered was Y/N and JJ, together and alive, that was also the day they both realized they were really in love.

"What the hell happened?" JJ asked, reaching to touch his wound, but Y/N slapped his hand away, replacing it with a piece of fabric.

"The blunt end of a machete," replied Cleo, her voice filled with concern, "Machete?" JJ asked a hint of pride in his voice, "The blunt end. Next time, duck," Y/N said, nodding at Cleo before turning to glare at JJ.

JJ chuckled, wincing slightly at the pain in his side. "I'll try to remember that next time," he said, his voice laced with humor, "Thanks for the save, Y/N."

Y/N shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips. "You saved me, I save you," she said, her eyes softening as she looked at JJ, "I couldn't let anything happen to your dumbass."

JJ smirked, but then he suddenly fainted dramatically, his body falling back onto the boat.

Y/N gasped and rushed to his side, checking his wounds, "JJ, JJ, are you okay?" she asked, her voice full of worry, suddenly, JJ's eyes snapped open, and he grinned up at her. "Gotcha," he said, laughing.

Y/N rolled her eyes in vexation, but she couldn't help but smile, "You're such a drama queen," she said, shaking her head in amusement.

JJ sat up, wincing slightly at the pain in his side, "What can I say?" he said, his voice filled with humor. "I like to keep you on your toes." she looked at JJ in pure annoyance, raising an eyebrow, "I can throw you back, you know," she said, her voice laced with sarcasm.

JJ grinned, knowing full well that she would never actually do it. "You won't," he said, his voice teasing.

But then Y/N gave him a glare that made him wince. "You won't, right?" he asked, suddenly unsure, "if you annoy me, then I will." 

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A/N: this might be one of the most beautiful things I've written along with Fairytale, my Kaz Brekker book which you can check out on Wattpad, my account is: KazBrekker090!

I am in love with JJ, that is it, took a while for me to finish this so please do comment what you think and whether I should write a Part 2 where they kiss? Request anything you wish by the way! and thank you!

Like and comment pls!

[norrisleclercf1]

Lmaooo I am filling up your requests but another one for our boy could be Cecile getting a boyfriend but she’s scared to tell her dads and doesn’t know how they would react so she talks to uncle Carlos or pierrre or seb for advice

Young Love

Our Boy Masterlist

Rating: PG

Words: 1.2K

Warnings: Overprotective dads

Cécile is 17, Elijah is 21, Diego and Rafael are 19 (Carlos’s twin boys)

Face claim for Cécile is Laura Celia

Synopsis: It’s a family vacation and your Pa and Dad have your uncles and friends all here, but Cécile is missing the one person she wants there, but how does she introduce her boyfriend to her parents?

"Will you stop pouting? Come and swim with us. The water is great." Pulling up her sunglasses, she stares at Diego, one of Uncle Carlos's twins. "Go away, Diego. I want to read." Diego scuffs at Cecile. The girl has been in a mood since they left, and no one could figure it out.

"Enjoy your," He pauses, reading the article in her hand. "Advanced Modeling and Stimulation in Engineering Sciences." Making a face, he shakes his head. "Nerd." Cecile takes the magazine and smacks him hard, causing him to yelp.

"Diego!" The deep voice of Uncle Carlos has Cecile turning, smiling innocently at him. "She started it!" He whines, but Carlos's wife turns, glaring at her son, which has him bolting off. "Ma petite fille?" Sighing, Cecile looks up at her Papa. Still, the man has never heard of sunscreen, chest already bright red.

"Is something bothering you?" Charles sits down on the recliner next to hers. "No, I'm just not in the mood." Sliding her sunglasses back on, Charles sighs. Ever since Cecile turned 14, she drifted away from Charles and Lando. You explained it was normal and let her work it out, but Charles hated that his little girl couldn't talk to him.

Hand reaching out, he touches her dirty blonde hair. Pulling away, she glares at her father; dropping his hand, he apologizes. "If," "I'm fine, Papa, please just leave me alone." Charles walks back up the sand seeing the look of understanding from Lando and disappointment from you. "I'll talk to her." Lando grabs your arm, stopping you. "Don't. We shouldn't push her. When she wants to talk to us, she will." You hated this. You went through this once with Elijah.

Cecile seemed to be having an internal argument, which she refused to share with either of you. "What," You clear your throat finding the words, "What if this is like Elijah all over again?" Lando's grip slips, and he looks away, watching his boy play football with Carlos's twins. "It's not." Carlos pipes up, biting into some watermelon.

"And how do you know this?" Carlos shrugs, not wanting to voice more thoughts. Carlos knew that look in his niece's eyes. That was a look of heartache. That or she really didn't want to be here. He's hoping for the latter. "What happened with Elijah was your own doing, Y/n. Besides, Cecile isn't one to hold in her opinions." Wiping his hands, he stands. "She'll come to one us; we have to wait."

Walking down the sand, Carlos takes his place next to Cecile. He says nothing as he lays out in the sun. Neither of them says anything, but Carlos can tell she has something to voice. Her eyes keep drifting to her Uncle, opening her mouth slightly to express it, but she closes it and returns to her journal.

"Uncle," Carlos turns his head, pulls down his sunglasses, and takes Cecile. She was the perfect mix of her father and mother. From the eyes to the way her mouth forms when she smiles. "I have a friend, a guy friend, and I wanted to invite him, but I was worried what Papa and Daddy would say." Biting her lip, she casts her eyes toward her parents, laughing as they set up lunch.

"Well, their first question would be if we know this guy 'friend'." Carlos hates this conversation. He knew what she meant, and to see the little girl who used to follow him around now fully grown. "Yes," She draws it out, Carlos quirking up an eyebrow without saying it; he wants more. "It's Beau," Carlos smirks, unable to hide this reaction. Groaning, she buries her face into her hands.

"Beau? As in, the boy you've had a crush on? The same boy who is your father's best friend, son?" Cecile whines into her hands and looks up fast. "I wanted to invite him, but I couldn't because everyone would see that we're dating, and I really like him." She blubbers, discarding her article. "Cecile, you could've easily invited him. Charles would've never thought much of it. Are you happy?" Blushing, she nods her head.

Carlos can't help but feel joy. The girl with the iron glare and walls made of steel was blushing. "Just tell them you don't have to tell them who, but talk to them." Carlos stands, kisses her head, and walks back up. Taking a few deep breaths, Cecile gathers her courage and storms to the table.

"Daddy, Papa. I have a boyfriend." Silence falls at the table. Elijah snorts while Diego and Rafael stare open-mouthed. "Close your mouths." Their mother smacks both their heads, quickly looking away. "No, you don't." It's quick from Lando shaking his head as he stands. "Nope, no. You're 17. You can't date." Cecile watches as her Dad keeps mumbling.

"Who is it?" Turning, she looked at her Papa, eyes calm, but he was a silent storm. One you only knew was there when it was too late. "It's Beau." Elijah spits out his drink, the twins yelling as they dodge the spray. "My best friend Beau?!" The twins make a sound of protest, but Elijah waves them off. "Pierre's son? He's 19. Too old." Looking at her Dad, Cecile just smirks.

"Daddy, isn't Mama older than you? Papa is, too; doesn't that mean you shouldn't be married to them?" Her voice was sickly sweet; you couldn't help but be proud of your little girl. She certainly knew how to shut a man up. "That is," "Lando, sit down. She won that one." Patting your husband on the back, he sinks into the chair. "When did this start?" Charles keeps calm, returning over every time Beau is at the house alone with Cecile. That wouldn't happen again anytime soon.

"3 months ago." Charles's eyes narrow. He remembers precisely why Beau was over. It was their anniversary, taking Lando and you to Croatia to get away from your 3 children. Beau, the twins, and the other kids gathered at your house. He's going to rip Pierre and Beau to shreds. "So, you two got together while we were out of the country? I suggest you choose your next words carefully." Charles warns voice clipped with anger.

"Papa, don't you dare suggest that. Beau isn't like that, and if you think for a second, I'd," She growls out in frustration pulling her hair. "Beau and I haven't had sex yet, okay!" Everyone at the table makes a sound. The boys groan in disgust while your Uncle and parents cringe at Cecil's words. "Cecile, I'm not saying you should tell me that," Charles sighs, trying to figure his way around this.

"You're my baby girl, and I want to always see you as my baby. But I can't. You're almost an adult; I don't like that you're growing up, but if Beau is good to you. Then I won't be ripping his dick off yet." Charles warns, kissing her forehead. "Daddy?" Lando huffs, looking at his daughter. "Your Papa is right, but I'm kicking Pierre's ass for not keeping his son on a leash." Giggling, Cecile tackles them in a hug kissing their cheeks. She runs off, going to call Beau.

"I miss her heartless bitch era," Elijah whispers. The guys chuckle. "Hey Lando, she looks like you after Y/n kissed you for the first time." Grabbing a plastic cup, Lando whirls it right past Carlos's head. "Fuck off." "Fuck off!" All the adults turn, completely forgetting about Callum at the end of the table. "Great, our 4-year-old has learned a new word. Nice job." Charles claps his husband on the back, going to deal with the little one repeating fuck off to everyone.

[princessbrunette]

more baby daddy - barely holding down a job because of his attitude - line cook jj cause i don’t have the ability to rationalise my thoughts so 😍. line cook jj that gets sent home early cause of a fairly bad burn and comes home to mamas having a very brief ‘im not sleeping im just resting my eyes’ in the living room and their tot (toddler) playing pretend in her little fake kitchen. just dirty blonde locks slightly too long falling in her face while she slams into papa j’s legs like she very well could have been a quarterback in the future. her little face scrunching up in worry when she realises he’s hurt and helping him (not really) fix his boo boo. mamas waking up with a startle later on to the pair cooking dinner together 🥹 just like daddy 😭

im screaming these papa jj thoughts are literally melting me omg :((

im gonna say she has readers hair just cos inclusivity but he sees she has little bows stuck in it that she’s clearly done herself trying to copy the cutesy styles you do with your own hair and he just melts :((

her pointing out his booboo and bringing her pretend nurses kit to him and ‘looking after him’, fake stethoscope round her neck and shaking her head repeating things she’s heard you say when you’ve patched him up in the past :(( “have to be… have to be careful dada. bad booboo.” “i know baby, daddy was silly at work.”

and then she shifts her attention, toddling over to her kitchen set. “im at work too.” she states matter of factly, going back to playing.

“oh you are? my bad, kiddo. didn’t mean to interrupt.” he apologises, following her over to the set and realising it’s a kitchen :(( and omg :((

“work like daddy. food.” she points and he just melts.

“you a cook like daddy? wow, i think you might just be better than me. can you make me some dinner?” he sits cross legged beside her, watching her. you wake up and see the two of them stirring pots and flipping plastic eggs, cackling when the fake egg flies out the pan by accident :(((

[magnoliabutters]

• TRUST YOURSELF •

pairing: neteyam x augustine (na'vi/avatar oc, she/her)

summary: augustine follows her father’s wishes and travels to the metkayina clan. there, she is reunited with the sully’s.

warnings: 18+ content, mdni, adult language; avatar twow spoilers; complicated family dynamics, near death experience, fluffy fluff young love, slow burn, etc.

word count: ~6.8k

• part 1 • eywa’s choice • series •

note: y'all i'm low-key obsessed with avatar rn and i can't get this out of my head. i did a lot of research for this one and included some links if you need it! please note there is canon divergence obvi within this story, as well as both characters being 18 and 19 years old (i.e., 4 years after twow). here is some young love, coming your way! also did not make this gif ♥️

"Augustine," Spider calls out as he rushes into the gardens behind the old military base. "You out here?" Augustine stands from her bed. "Spider!" she says as rushes to the edge of her treehouse beside the greenery. She peers down, hopeful to land her eyes upon him.

She watches as the man, whom she considered as her brother, ran up to the base of the tree. His dirty blonde dreaded hair being held back behind his oxygen mask. She has not seen him in what feels like forever. After he joined the Sully clan, things had changed. Although a spark races in her heart, she is wary. Unsure of who they are to each other now. Is he still her brother? Is she his sister?

"You coming down any time soon?" Spider asks as he places his hands upon his hips with a smirk. Augustine laughs, shaking off her nerves, as she jumps down from the tree. She lands gracefully upon the soft soil. A smile sprawls across her face. "This soon enough?" she asks with amusement in her voice.

Spider rolls his eyes and scoffs as he turns around. "It must be nice to be eight feet tall. That was barely a jump, huh?" he asks. "Aw, are you jealous, brother?" Augustine taunts. He shakes his head while releasing a chuckle. "Norm's calling for you. It's dinner time," he shares as he turns to make his way back to the research buildings. "Race you there," she suggests with a smile.

Augustine's feet dig deeply within the dirt as she pushes off the ground. Spider groans and rushes quickly behind his Na'vi sister. She slows her pace giving him the slightest chance. As she rushes through the airlock chamber, she laughs until he runs right behind her. "Maybe one of these days you'll beat me," she giggles. He rolls his eyes as she grabs hold of her mask. She hooks the gas mask around her neck. The machine hooked onto her shorts.

As she walks in, Augustine is met with the several scientists and doctors that took part in raising her. The love of her family is filled with appreciation. Spider runs off to mess around with Dr. Patel. She grins as she looks over her beautiful family.

"Gusty!" Norman says with open arms. It was always nice to see him in his true form. His shaggy hair and crooked smile always left her hopeful. His avatar did not do him justice when it came to her favorites of his quirks. "Hello papa," she says as she falls into his embrace. "How are you, sweetie?" he asks as he grips hard around her back. Despite him being at least six feet, it is still quite hilarious how much she towers over him.

“Doin' good! I’m surprised to see Spider here,” she mentions quickly as she turns to look his way within his embrace. Her father peers over towards him. His body language uncomfortable. It intrigues her. “Yeah, let’s have some dinner first,” he says as he guides her towards the table. “What’s wrong, dad?” she asks as he lowers his hands. “We can talk about it over dinner,” her father suggests with a shifty smile.

“Hm, I think I want to talk about it now,” Augustine says as she sits down across from him. She stares at him with a skeptical look and a “no bullshit” type of attitude. He meets her stubbornness with laughter. “Oh Ewya, you are just as fiery as your mother,” her father mutters.

Her mother, Ewtoä, was born of the Tayrangi clan - a true Na’vi. Augustine has been told stories of her mother all her life. How strong of a warrior she was. How intelligent she was in leading strategies and maneuvers. How she would stand beside Toruk Makto and often be his right hand in battle, especially after Tsu'tey's death. Toruk Makto would often share how great she would have been in the Jarhead clan he spoke of.

Ewtoä was beautiful, inspirational. Her father met her in the first war against the sky people. They rushed in together on the ground as Toruk Makto and Neyteri attacked from the skies. She helped get her father’s avatar to safety after he had been shot. Soon, Augustine came along. However, she never got to meet her mother. She died in childbirth despite all the doctors' efforts. Father was devastated.

After years had passed, father slipped up and recklessly shared that her mother never wanted children. All in good spirits. He told a story of how she always intended to be a warrior and that being a mother may complicate things. Augustine did not mind being an accident, but she did mind being the one who brought her mother to Ewya. Ewtoä, an incredible warrior, killed by her unwanted child. It ripped a whole in her heart that she has yet to repair.

"Father, please. Why is Spider here?" Augustine places her hand upon his. "Is everything alright?" she asks with worry. Her father sighs as he places his hand atop hers. "I want you to go back with him - to the Metkayina clan," he sheepishly answers. His eyes to the table's surface.

Her brows pushed together as pain rains through her face. "You mean to Toruk Makto," she says with her lips pulled in disgust. She quickly takes her hand from him and stands. Spider and Dr. Patel watch from afar. She could hear Spider mumble, "I knew she wasn't going to take it well."

Augustine growls as she paces back and forth in annoyance. Her ears flatten as she tries to process her father's request. "Hey, no. Not Toruk Makto. Your uncle - Uncle Jake," her father corrects as he stands and places a calm hand upon her shoulder. She rolls her eyes and shakes off his hand. "I'm an alien. They will not accept me," she yells as she throws her four fingers up towards her father. "Sweet girl, you know Na'vi. And they accepted the Sully's," her father attempts to soothe as he reaches out once more but pulls back.

"They lived along the Omatikaya. I haven't lived with the forest people in 5 years. Anything I learned is long gone," Augustine says under her breath. "I mean look at me now! I wear clothes!" Spider bursts into laughter on the other side of the room. She quickly turns and rushes him. He jumps up onto the desk as he defends himself. A hiss seething through his teeth. She stands before him, bent down and ready to pounce. She returns a hiss in his direction. How dare he laugh at her? "Look at you. You still have Na'vi in you," he says with a smile as his body relaxes. She groans as she turns her back towards him.

"Augustine," her father whispers. "You are a great warrior. Just because time has passed does not mean that you will not remember. You still have your ikran." He places a hesitant hand to her cheek. "I haven't seen Nei in so long. She will be angry, as she should," she mumbles under her breath as she attempts to pull away.

"The sky people are going to come back. The avatars will be back." She leans into his palm. "I want you to be able to protect yourself," he mutters. "Gusty, I need you to be safe." She whines, "I am safe here. You brought me here to be safe after the sky people came the second time!" He shakes his head, as he guides her into a hug. "You aren't, sweet girl," he whispers against her cheek. She pulls away as tears flood her eyes. "I can't keep you safe anymore."

Augustine looks down as the tears fall from her cheeks. "I will go," she whispers with a nod. "Thank you," her father says was he sighs in relief. "When?" she asks with a crack to her voice. "After dinner, Gus," Spider replies quietly as he steps down from the table. She turns towards him and winces. "After dinner," she repeats as she slowly sits on the chair.

The dinner was silent and solemn. After their meal, Augustine rushes towards her home. She packs her favorite clothes from when she was with the tree people, as well as her favorite memories. The makeshift arrow that her father made her when she was a child. The flying visor that her mother wore into all her battles. "You don't want to bring your human clothes?" Spider asks with a laugh. She turns towards him and playfully pushes against his chest with a chuckle. "I don't want to look more like an alien than I already am," she mutters with insecurity. "Kiri and Lo'ak have four fingers. You will never be alone. Never again," he says with a sunken smile. "Thank you, brother," she says.

The trip to the reefs was long. For some reason, the journey was unable to wait until morning. The SA-2 fearlessly flew through the night sky. The cool air blows Augustine's hair aside and continues to fly right into her face. Spider holds back laughs as he watches her struggle. She forgot about the chill in the air with her clothes. She catches glimpses of her father watching her. His eyes water as he sniffles against the rushing wind. Her heart aches for him, but she knows that this is what he wants.

Finally, as the sun rises over the horizon, the vehicle lands atop the sanded surface. She takes in sharp breaths of air, attempting to calm herself. The nerves sending painful shocks throughout her body. Her eyes are fixed upon her hands, as they rest between squeezed thighs. Would the Metkayina accept her? Would Kiri, Lo'ak, Neteyam, Tuk remember her? It has been so long.

Spider quickly jumps off the SA-2 and rushes towards a blue form. Augustine notices the sweet smile and quickly recognizes her childhood friend, Kiri. Excitement bursts through her chest. She has not seen her since she was fourteen years old. She continues to watch as her arms wrap around Spider. They hold in an embrace that leaves her mind reeling. Spider and Kiri? she thinks. She watches as the two smile and rush off towards the pods. A part of her heart hurts as Kiri did not greet her.

"Gusty," her father says as he comes into view. He holds his hand out. Augustine grabs hold of him as she steps outside the vehicle. She hooks her backpack over her shoulder. "We have to say goodbye," he says as he holds back a sob. Her thoughts disperse as she immediately looks at her father. "Father, I-," she starts as tears stream down her cheeks. "It's okay, sweet girl," he says as he wipes away her tears. "You will be safe here."

"Norm," a booming voice came from behind her. Father turns, wiping away his own tears. "Sully," he says with higher affect as he opens his arms for an embrace. Augustine recognizes the man as Toruk Makto. She immediately gestures a greeting as he looks her way. His hardened face gazes deep into her soul. "Augustine," he says with a nod and returns the gesture. "Toruk Makto," she responds with a quick gulp.

He laughs as he puts a firm hand on her father's shoulder. "No one's called me that in years," he smiles. "You can call me Jake." He places his hand out for what she recognizes as a handshake. She learned of a handshake from father, but never had the opportunity to do so. She hesitantly extends her hand and feels Jake’s fingers wrap around her’s. He shakes her hand and lets go immediately. She is not sure how she feels about the interaction. Jake smiles. “You've grown so much since I last saw you,” he happily states as he looks over her. She recognizes Neytiri gracefully joining at his side. An involuntary smile grows upon her face.

Augustine's father comes back into view. “I see you,” her father says as he gestures towards her. His hands tightly gripping onto hers. She nods and clears her throat. “I see you, papa,” she replies as she pulls him into a hug. “I love you,” he mumbles against her ear. “I love you. Please come back for me,” she whimpers in his arms. “I will. I cannot wait to see the wonderful, strong warrior you were always meant to be,” he smiles as he pulls away. “Just like your mother.” She nods, holding back tears. “Yes, father.” And with that, her father got back onto the SA-2. With tears in her eyes, she watches as the pilot pulls away. Her father waving goodbye until he was out of sight.

Augustine feels a gentle hand upon her shoulder. “Augustine,” she hears a sweet voice say. She turns to see Neytiri, someone whom she loves greatly. A soft smile grows upon her face. Her brows slightly push together in concern. “We welcome you to our home, Augustine," she says as she places a hand to her chest. She gestures a welcome as she bows. "I see you, Neytiri. Thank you for your welcome," she beams. "May I hug you?" she asks with a smile. They both happily embrace each other.

As they release, Neytiri walks around her with a smirk. She scans her body, brushing her hand through her long straight locks. “Lor,” she says. Augustine blushes as she recognizes the Na'vi word for beautiful. “How was your ride over?” Jake asks as he wraps his arm around his mate's. “Windy,” she answers with a chuckle. The two laugh alongside her. Their amusement seems genuine, but she remains nervous.

“How's your Na'vi?” he asks as he guides the trio towards the pods. "I never stopped speaking it," she answers as she gracefully switches to the Na'vi language. She never had the option to not practice the language. Her father loved it greatly.

With Jake’s direction, Augustine walks through the lands of the Metkayina. She was not able to notice its beauty before as she was so focused on her father’s departure. She remembers that she has never once been more than an hour or two away from her father. Yet, now her father travels farther and farther from where she stands. She tries to get the thought from her mind, but feels a tightness in her chest as she struggles to maintain her breath.

The water is a shade of greenish blue that she is not familiar with. Lighter, more calm. The ground beneath her feet soft and malleable. She can feel it’s warmth through her toes. The sun pleasant against her skin. She notes the other Na’vi, the sea reef people. Their skin matching the ocean’s color. Their hair curlier and thick. They are beautiful. Their faces are oval and sweet. Their tails thick, resembling the fish she has seen in the forest’s ponds.

They watch her. Their eyes baring holes deep within her skin. She could not discern if they were interested or if they were disapproving. As she peers through the crowds, she begins to worry about her Na'vi fluency. Does she remember? Does she remember the Na'vi people's traditions? Her people's? She continues follow along the Sully leaders until they approach a pod. “Everyone’s been so excited to see you,” Jake says with a genuine smile. He walks through the threshold and gestures for her to enter.

“Everyone?” Augustine mutters to herself as she bends down to walk into the space. The first thing she sees, or feels, is Kiri rushing towards her with a hug. She feels happiness, something she has yet to feel for some time. “Gus, it’s been so long!” she exclaims. She and Kiri have had a special bond since birth. After all, they are both heavily inspired by Dr. Grace Augustine. “Kiri, I’ve missed you so much,” she says with a grin as she pulls away. Her hands still gently holding her forearms. “I’ve missed you so much!” Kiri smiles as she pulls her in once more for a stronger embrace.

“Hey, move along, sis. Don’t hold her up,” a boy says as he pushes his arm between the two girls. “Lo’ak,” Augustine smirks as she wraps her arms around his neck. “Gusty,” he chuckles as he wraps his arms at her back. “Where have you been, girl?” he asks. “Where have you been? Last I checked, you were the one who left,” she taunts as her brows raise. He laughs as he playfully punches her shoulder and steps away.

"Augustine," she hears a familiar comforting voice call. She looks up to note Neteyam's large golden eyes. He looks the same as she remembers. However, he now proudly wears a tattoo upon his right shoulder of a fish found in the forest lands. "Neteyam," she answers with a nod. He smiles and stands beside Lo'ak. Things have always been rather odd between Neteyam and Augustine. They have never spent time alone together and only in a group with each other’s siblings. She did not expect anything more from the eldest of the Sully's.

A small figure rushes from the other side of the tent. “Auggie!” she yelps. She bounces and smirks as she crashes into Augustine's torso. "Tuk?" she asks in surprise. She places her hands upon her shoulders, placing some space between their two bodies. "You've gotten so tall!" The Sully clan bursts into laughter as Tuk blushes. "You are so beautiful, little one," she shares as she pinches her round cheeks. Neytiri and Kiri smile in the back as their hands collide.

She cannot explain the amount of happiness rushing through her body. The people she has loved so much remember her. Remember her despite the many years that have passed. Her greatest fear is just that - fear. No longer having the possibility of being fact. "I've missed you all," she shares as she looks over the family. They return smiles her way. She notes a stranger beside Lo'ak.

"And who is this?" Augustine asks curiously as she gestures a welcome towards the girl. Her skin matches that of the sea. Her hair curly and long. She was gorgeous. Lo'ak smiles as he steps forward. "This is Tsireya, my-" he introduces. "Reya," she says as she returns a welcoming gesture. "It is wonderful to meet you, Reya," she replies with a grin. She is elated to see Lo'ak so happy.

"Let's eat," Jake announces as he rubs his hands together. The family sits down as they laugh over a delicious meal. "What have you been doing for the last couple years?" Lo'ak asks between bites. Augustine laughs as she bumps against Kiri's happy shoulder. "I've been studying under my father. Learning the human, I mean - sky people's medicinal ways," she shares. "A healer," Neytiri beams proudly as she nods towards her. "Yes, a healer," she agrees. "I had a few more years to learn," she mumbles on. Her smile falls as she realizes that she may never return to her studies.

"My mother is the healer of the Metkayina," Reya shares with a genuine smile. "Yes, Ronal the Tsahik," Kiri added. "She saved me once, you know?" Augustine turns towards her in shock. "What have you been doing that you may need a Tsahik?" she asks with worry. Kiri laughs with her siblings as Neytiri and Jake eat with emotionless expressions.

"Remember when Norm came to visit us?" Lo'ak asks with amusement. "Yes," she inquires. "I remember getting into a huge fight with my dad because he wouldn't let me go with him." Neteyam smiles as he drags his words, "He was coming to heal Kiri." Augustine turns towards her once again with wide eyes. "Kiri! It was that bad? Are you okay?" she asks as she pulls at her arms, analyzing her body. "Yes, yes, I am fine, Gusty," she answers with a giggle. "Thank Eywa," Neytiri and Augustine say in unison.

After much time laughing and reminiscing over childhood stories, Jake gathers the clan's attention. "Augustine, you are here to recall your training as an Omatikaya warrior. You will also train as a Metkayina," Jake announces. Led by Neytiri, the Sully's click their tongues and make sharp encouraging and excited sounds. The sounds she missed dearly. "Neteyam will teach you the way," he adds. Neteyam's head raises. His brows push together in confusion. He must not have been aware she notes. "Yes, sir,” he says in a quiet tone. His chin pinned to his chest as he looks down. Almost like he was a nantang submissive to his alpha. Underneath his obedience, she could sense annoyance and anger.

Augustine's brows furrow as she looks down at her legs. She swallows as she feels her first pain within the ocean's islands. "Let's get some sleep. We're starting early tomorrow," Jake directs as he stands. He grabs hold of Neytiri's hand, supporting her as she raises. The Sully's stand promptly and move to their designated beds. Lo'ak holds both Reya's hands as he whispers his gentle goodbyes.

Augustine lays in her bed, snuggling up on the netting above the warm salty seas. As silence fills the home, she struggles to keep her mind from her family, from her home, from her father. She holds back sobs as she curls tighter into herself. Tears stream down her face. "I will make you proud, father," she whispers to herself before falling asleep.

"Wake up, Augustine," she feels a gentle hand upon her shoulder. She turns to see Neteyam kneeling beside where she rests. She feels the netting sink beneath his weight. "I'm getting up," she murmurs. "Now," he says sternly. He abruptly raises from the floor. Enough to shake her as she remains on her side. She turns to watch him walk away as she pulls her lip. Somehow she has annoyed the eldest of the Sully's. She could not even make it a single day.

As she stands, Augustine stumbles on her feet atop the netting. She quickly maintains her balance as she opens her arms to the side. She smiles, proud that she did not fall. As she looks up, she notices Neteyam peering back at her with a blank stare. He rolls his eyes before walking out the pod’s entrance. She shakes her head and grumpily follows behind him. She does not remember him being so pissy.

He leads her through the different families’ pods. She smiles as she watches mothers nuzzle against their little ones, siblings play fighting, families enjoying a meal. It reminds her of her own childhood and spending time with the growing Sully clan when she was barely ten.

“Hurry,” Neteyam says as he grabs hold of her wrist. The grasp is not tight or painful but Augustine did not enjoy being touched. She quickly pulls her hand from him, giving him a stare. How dare he think he has the right to touch her after being so rude to her? He peers back at her. His face showing a hurt expression that confused her. He gestures for her to follow along as he quickens his step.

Neteyam leads her to the marketplace. It is bustling with Na’vi. It puts a huge smile upon her face. She smells in the delicious food cooking. She listens to the beautiful music, filled with pronounced drums. She closes her eyes to take it all in, all her senses but sight. She has missed this. Every fiber of her being missed her people. She understood why father ripped her away from them then. Just as she understands why he ripped her away from him now.

As she slowly opens her eyes, Augustine notes several Na’vi watching her. Looking around, she recognizes a variety of faces - disgust, interest, annoyance. That is when she catches Neteyam’s eyes. For once, they seem welcoming. Like he had been staring at her the entire time. Not with disgust, interest, or annoyance. What was it?

Once their eyes met, that welcome disappeared and was replaced with annoyance again. “Let’s go, Augustine,” he says firmly as he runs off past the market. She awkwardly smiles as she looks around once more. She clears her throat and runs after him.

Neteyam leads her to a secluded beach away from the bustling crowds. She watches as he walks into the ocean. The water hitting his ankles as he closes his eyes and leans his head back. He must enjoy the water, she thinks to herself. “The first thing you need to learn is how to breathe,” he begins as he gestures for her to join him. “Good thing I already know how to do that,” she laughs to herself. He clearly is not amused.

Augustine quickly joins him in the ocean. She feels the warm water hit her shins. She wiggles her toes into the sand. She smiles as she realizes she enjoys the water too. He walks in deeper without looking back at her. She instinctually follows him. He then yells out a call, similar to those when one calls upon their ikran.

Suddenly, a dark mass rushes through the water. Panic floods Augustine’s chest. She drops down into a crouch, the water now at her knees. Her ears fall back and she hisses as her fists raise. Neteyam begins to laugh hysterically, practically falling over into the water. She slowly raises in confusion as the mass floats beside him.

“Are you ready, warrior princess?” He asks with chuckles interrupting his words. She rolls her eyes as she walks closer. She notices it’s beauty, it’s soft eyes and quick movements. “This is ilu,” he says as he smooths his hand over the mass. His tone now calm and serious. She hesitantly follows his lead and touches it. It is slimy under her touch but so soft.

“It is like Pa’li,” Neteyam adds as he reaches for his tswin. He swiftly makes a tsaheylu. His pupils widen as he holds tighter against his ilu. He breathes out, alongside the beautiful creature. “Come,” he gestures for Augustine to get on top. “I’ll go behind you,” she mutters under her breath.

“Trust me, she is quite fast. You will want to be in front so you are not thrown off,” he says. “Unless the warrior princess has something to prove?” he taunts with a raise of his brow. “I have nothing to prove to you, Neteyam,” she says sternly as she kicks her leg over the ilu’s body. He scoffs as he gets on behind her. His arms wrap around her to hold the notch in front. She holds onto a lower notch. She feels the warmth of his chest on her back.

Neteyam pulls down his visor. He says, “If you need air, just tap my hand.” In surprise, she tries to turn around and knocks her head back into his chin. “Oh, sorry,” she winces. He shakes off the pain with a sigh. “We are going under the water with ilu?” she asks hesitantly. “Yes, take a deep breath,” he says as he slowly takes in air. She immediately imitates him to take in as much air as she can. He nods and leans forward, prompting her to lean forward as well.

The ilu dives underneath the ocean’s surface. Augustine feels the speed of the water through her face and hair. Neteyam is smacked with a face full of hair due to high speeds. Her eyes flutter as they struggle to remain open. But, oh Eywa, what she sees? She wishes she could see it for the first time over and over again.

The reefs are colors of purple, blue, pink, and yellow. It’s vibrancy reminds her of home and the forests surrounding it. Whether her body wants to or not, Augustine’s eyes widen as they swim over a large vast of oceanic space. She can no longer see the ground. She smiles at the sight of gorgeous creatures she has never seen before. Her grin grows as she watches some creatures flash like twinkling lights. She could not help but think of and thank Ewya.

But suddenly her body begins to panic. Her chest tightens and constricts. Nerves and electric shock run through her veins. She needs air. Augustine taps Neteyam’s hand. He immediately brushes her off and gestures for her to stay down. She gestures “no” and smacks his hand again. She could feel him shaking his head “no” as he continues forward.

The stress of her body going into survival mode is incredibly painful. She is desperate to make it stop. She digs her nails into one of his hands. He pulls back as he winces. She lets go of her notch and swims up. Due to the ilu’s speed, she tumbles behind in its current. She struggles to find which way is up as she begins to feel her heart beat in her ears.

Finally, she swims up and breaches the water. The air sucked in burns her lungs. She struggles to get another breath. Neteyam appears from the ocean atop his ilu. “What the hell was that?” he asks, annoyed. “What?!” she yells breathless. “What the hell is wrong with you?!” He scoffs, rolling his eyes. “No, Neteyam! Don’t roll your eyes at me again. You were trying to kill me,” she utters. Anger replaces the pain in her body.

“You were fine. You had a few more minutes,” he whispers under his breath. “You know what? I’m done,” she says as she begins to swim back to the shore. “Oh common, Augustine,” he whines. “Don’t be like that.” As she paddles forward, she lifts her hand to flip him off. She could hear a grunt and rushing water.

“Augustine, we can’t stop now,” Neteyam says as his ilu swims beside her. She receives comfort from feeling the ground. Her hair sticks against her back, chest, and neck. “And why is that, Neteyam? It’s not like you wanted to train me. You’ve been acting like a dick this entire time,” she says as she crosses her arms on her chest.

He growls in annoyance as he shakes his head. He takes a breath and looks back at her. “I can’t fail my dad,” he mumbles. His energy completely shifts as his eyes meet the ocean waves. “I’m still not sure how that explains why you’ve been acting like a dick?” she asks with a raise of his brow.

His face deadpans as he stares her way. “I had plans,” he whines. “I was going to hunt with the greatest warriors today.” He splashes the water away from the pairing. Now this is the Neteyam that she remembers. Always “woe is me” and focused on the responsibilities expected of him by his family. “This was the first time I have been invited since I received my rites,” he mutters. “He knew how important this is to me.” He takes a breath. “But it is not a priority to the family.”

Augustine watches over him as his body language loudly displays defeat. “I am sorry I have been a ‘dick’,” he says with hand quotations. “I am sorry that you weren’t able to go on the hunt,” she genuinely shares. He nods and mumbles, “Thanks.”

She watches, confused, as he sighs and smiles. “Should we continue?” he asks. “Um, no. It’s your turn again,” she demands. He creates his own mixture of scoffing and laughing. “My turn to what?” he asks amusingly. “You have another thing to apologize for,” she replies with her hand gesturing out in annoyance. “What?” he smirks. “You just tried to kill me!” she yells.

“I did not try to kill you,” Neteyam answers with a taunting singsong voice. “Then what the hell was that?” she asks in another yell. He snorts at her reaction. “I wanted to see how long you could hold your breath. To see where we are starting,” he chuckles. “Okay well, why would you tell me to tap on your hand when I need air and not let me get air?” she asks as she splashes water towards him.

“Hey!” he laughs. “I knew you could hold out a little longer.” Augustine huffs as she resumes her walk towards shore. “Okay, okay, Augustine,” he pleads. “Part of it was that I knew you could hold your breath a bit longer, but the other part was for you to feel your body underwater.”

Neteyam climbs off of his ilu as he walks towards her. He flicks his visor up gracefully. She watches him with suspicious eyes. “How your body tells - screams for air,” he says. “When to trust yourself.” He places his hand upon her chest. He places his other to his own. His palm warm and comforting. She surprisingly does not want him to leave. “The first signs of when you may need air.” He looks up, finally noticing his hand’s placement. He quickly pulls from her.

“It hurt,” Augustine shares as her eyes peer down at his hand by his side. Neteyam watches her with a hurt glance and furrowed brows. “I’m sorry I hurt you,” he whispers to her. “Finally, an apology,” she murmurs back with a growing smile. He puffs out air as he pulls away from the intimate moment. “Can we continue now?” he asks with a nod towards the ocean.

Augustine shrugs and abruptly runs towards his ilu. She laughs as she hears Neteyam running behind her. He splashes all along the way as she hops on and grabs hold of a notch. As he sits behind her, he chuckles to himself. “Where did you even learn the word, ‘dick?’” he asks. “Kiri,” she smiles back towards him. “Of course you did,” he grumbles as he pulls down his visor.

After hours of training in the blue green oceans, Augustine was able to extend her underwater diving for another minute. She hates to admit it but Neteyam is quite the teacher. She has to continue practicing but she learned deep breathing comes from the belly and not the chest.

She flutters her legs as she floats face down on the surface of the water. Neteyam points to each new sea creature and whispers their name into her ear. She wants to know more. She wants to know everything. She catches herself jealous of the Sully’s. That they have had four years of this beauty, while she had five living in the old military compound.

Augustine hates to admit it, but she had forgotten how beautiful Ewya was. She was able to appreciate the All-Mother in the surrounding trees, bushes, flowers. However, she rarely saw Ewya’s creatures. To see the beauty in the moving and living forest. She is thankful for her time in the forest. She is thankful for her time now in the ocean.

Neteyam began to trust her a bit more with every passing hour. He provides her more space as they both dive deeper into the ocean. Their explorations remain individual, but parallel. Only small shared looks here and there past the sun rays within the clear blue water.

A fish caught Augustine’s eye. It is thin, like a wall. Eyes on either side, like a Pa’li. It is pale white, like the ocean floor. She has not seen it before. She looks to find Neteyam, hoping he may know it’s name. His back is turned towards her as he dives deeper. She peers back down at the creature as it begins to swim away. She wants to see more.

She quickly breaches the water. She takes a deep breath from her stomach and submerges. She gracefully swims towards the fish, leaving enough space to just observe and not disturb. The fish reminds her of something but she could not put her finger on it. It is swift as it moves through the water. It leaves little ripples behind its fins. They are so strong that she can feel them from off in the distance.

The fish sneaks into a large pink and red colored coral reef. The opening just as thin as it. Augustine makes a face in frustration. She is not ready to say goodbye to this gift from Ewya. She swims around the reef to find another opening. All she needs is a small space between the corals, but they are so dense. She just wants to see - to learn more.

She continues to swim around the creature’s home, hoping for a mere glimpse. She feels tingles atop her skull. Her body’s earliest sign, communicating for a breath of air. Yet, she is determined. Trust yourself, she thinks of Neteyam’s words. A little bit more. She flutters her feet, attempting to make as little waves as possible.

Finally, Augustine sees it. A smile grows upon her face. She watches as the thin creature curls around in its secluded space within the coral. Miniature versions of it circle around the space. A mother and her family. She swims closer to the coral. Her hands carefully placed against its sharp edges. Ewya is beautiful. She is lucky to see her again in these creatures.

She begins to feel lightheaded. Her body’s second sign. She will not ignore it this time. With a sweet smile, she pulls away from the gorgeous underwater structure. Her face looks up as she begins to kick the water below her. Happiness fills her. She wishes for nothing more than to experience this day once more.

As her hands almost reach the surface, Augustine feels a pain in her back side. She turns to realize that the bush of her tail had been caught between the grooves of the coral. She swims back quickly to separate herself. Only to realize that the thick bits of her hair were puzzlingly tangled deep within the corals.

She begins to panic. Her chest tightens greatly. She tries to clear her head as she focuses on the complex mystery before her. She tries to untangle. She tries to pull. She feels the pain with each tug. One last brutal tug opens her mouth as she attempts to scream. The last of her breath gone. Now, it is time to panic. She pulls harder and harder. She watches as blood floats above her tail. The pain is unbearable. Not anything she would have expected. Not an agony she has ever experienced before.

She feels pain bubble to her scalp. The third sign. She gives it one last tug, giving all of her effort. She knows this might be her last chance. Luckily, she is free. The red liquid floating through the water. Pushing through the pain of her tail, the pain of her body, she pushes once again. Pushing to get to the surface. She prepares herself for the pain of the large gasp of air once breaching.

Augustine kicks and kicks and … her body stops. It has used all of its energy. She watches as her body lays just a few meters away from the surface. Her body has given up, yet her mind still screams. She screams for a breath. Then the distance between the air and water grew larger. Her lightheadedness increased. Before she knew it, she fell asleep.

Augustine chokes on the sea water. As she struggles to cough up the liquid in her lungs, her hands involuntarily grip beneath her. She feels the warmth of the grains in her palms. Like a wave, she begins to feel her senses return. She hears her name called repeatedly. She sees Neteyam above her with worried eyes. She feels his braids tickle her chin as he floats directly over her.

“Augustine!” he yells as he places his hands onto her cheeks. She takes in the breath of air she had imagined. It hurts, like she imagined. With a few more coughs, she raises. He helps her up and pins the side of her face to his chest. “Neteyam,” she whispers through pained wind pipes. “Thank you, Ewya,” he murmurs under his breath as he rocks both their bodies.

He abruptly pulls her away to stare into her eyes. “Are you okay?” he asks with worry rippled throughout his face. “Yes,” she whispers. “Are you sure?” he asks hastily. His fingers furiously pushing away the wet hair in her face. “Yes, I am sure,” she says louder, despite the pain in her throat.

Augustine raises her eyes to Neteyam’s once again. The worry is still clear in his face as his hands smush her cheeks. His eyes rapidly switch between her own. “I thought I lost you,” he mumbles underneath his breath. She watches him with confused eyes. Her mind remains foggy. She attempts to grasp onto reality by placing her hand upon his, as it cups her cheek.

His eyes move to different aspects of her face. She wonders if he is looking for other areas where she may be hurt. His gaze falls upon her lips. Slowly, he leans towards her. Before she is able to realize what is happening, he presses his lips upon her’s. The warmth of his soft lips against her mouth is another memory she wishes she could experience again. She leans into his embrace. Her hand gripping onto his.

Neteyam pulls away. His eyes fall to the sand, as his hands lower. Despite the near death experiences, Augustine wants nothing more than to repeat today’s first experiences.

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I had a thought for a fic and bc I love ur writing…

copia x mile high club

first of all, thank you so much!! mile high club certainly is not something I would have ever thought of but it did give me an idea so here it is! Inflight Meal Papa IV x FemReader rating: E words: 2600 tags: dom copia, cunnilingus, sex, fucking on the job, drinking on the job, dirty talk, cheesy af, there is no resemblence to canon like anywhere in this story lmao AO3

summary: as an air hostess you are used to strange people, especially when they have their own private jet. but this was definitely the strangest one.

also Copia still has his moustache because I said so! I know nothing about flying, this is pretty silly and it is not checked so sorry for any mistakes!

Straightening your skirt you stand waiting for the passengers to board the plane. Last minute you’d been called in to help on an overnight flight to Italy by Jack—the usual pilot you flew with. Apparently, some priest was travelling back to his hometown for an important ceremony and his crew were short a few staff members. You would have refused at such a late request, especially as you had to wear a completely different uniform. It wasn’t the airlines—apparently the priest had insisted all the crew fit in with the rest of his staff.

What an arrogant prick. 

But the money had been way above the norm and you rarely were asked to do private flights. And the uniform was not much different than your usual skirt and jacket. Except it was cerulean blue with little embroidered golden details—and a strange inverted crucifix emblazoned on the chest. You were just grateful it wasn’t a nun's habit.

You heard the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs to board and straightened your back, plastering on the practised smile. Many a jerk you’ve had to deal with and today would be no different—no matter how fancy an aircraft it was. You’d had a little snoop before. The whole aircraft was dark wood and detailed with the same shade of blue and gold. The jet was fitted with a main bedroom, kitchen, office and then the main seating area. God must be real generous, you think with a roll of your eyes.

The first person aboard is an older woman, her blonde hair styled to perfection and wearing a severe yet fitting suit jacket and skirt—all in black but detailed with the same hints of blue and gold as your uniform. She smiles at you and you gesture for her to enter, giving her a welcoming smile as you bid good evening. Next is a man…at least you think it’s a man. The smile on your face falters a moment before you right it again on your perfectly painted lips.

His dress is fine. He’s dressed all in black—though his jacket has the same little crucifix on it as yours—it’s the mask he wears that throws you. It’s silver, demonic and completely obscures his face.

Weird. But you were here to serve drinks and food, not care about the passengers and their odd choice of attire. The…man walks past you without a glance and settles into a chair before pulling out a rolled-up magazine from his trouser pocket.

You’re too busy still looking at him when a voice says, “Buonasera, Signorina.”

When you turn towards it, you’re met with a pair of mismatched eyes set in a face painted like a skull. But despite it, it’s still an attractive one and the man’s voice is pleasant—the Italian lilt to his words makes your smile genuine, if not a little bemused. He’s dressed in a dark blue suit, way too tightly fitting that it’s almost indecent.

He takes your hand, the soft leather that encases his hand is buttery soft and warm. He kisses your hand, moustache tickling your skin. He introduces himself as Papa Emeritus the Fourth before he gives you a smile and heads into the plane. You watch, bemused, as he greets the other two—the woman talking quickly and hovering around him like a mother hen. He waves her off with some words in Italian and disappears down to the back of the plane.

That cannot be a priest, you think. Maybe Jack got the information wrong. He looks too…you don’t even know. You rub at your hand. At least he didn’t seem like a complete asshole, nor had he started preaching—and really, that was all you cared about. You kept staring off down towards the back of the plane, mind still fixated on the mysterious man.

“You ready?” says Jack, ducking out of the cockpit.

“Huh?” you say distractedly, head snapping to look at the pilot. 

Another crew member has appeared, she’s wearing the same uniform as you and she’s standing there patiently waiting for you. You had only briefly spoken to her earlier, she had said her name was Sister Hayley you think. A nun. Not that the woman looked anything like a nun.

“Arm and crosscheck?” he says.

“Oh, yes, right.”

When miles above ground and flying somewhere over the Atlantic ocean you’re giving out drinks. The man in the silver mask declines anything, choosing instead to lounge on the plush seating like an overgrown cat while the woman—who had politely introduced herself as Sister Imperator—sat in one of the comfortable chairs at a small desk. You’d given her a drink—a gin and tonic—and then headed down to go find the enigmatic Papa Emeritus.

The office is empty and so you head to the bedroom, the door is closed and you knock politely before sliding it open. You find the man propped up on the bed, book in hand and a pair of glasses perched low on his long nose. He glances up at you and the darkly painted lips quirk into a pleased smile. It makes your stomach flip.

“Sir, would you like a drink?” you ask, standing there with your hands clasped in front of you. “Or something to eat?”

The man gives you a smile, easy and smug. Again you wonder why he was wearing such tight trousers. What the hell kind of church was he from?

“Si, wine, per favore. Anything from the stock in the kitchens. Pick something.” He gives you a long look. “Two glasses.”

“No problem, sir, anything to eat?” you ask. Fuck you wish he’d stop looking at you like that.

His painted lips quirk but he shakes his head. “Just bring the wine, signorina.”

You head to the little kitchen and randomly grab a bottle, simply picking one based on the label. You grab two glasses and then walk back towards the suite. You smile politely as you enter and place the glasses on the little table next to him.

“Is this to your liking, sir?” you ask, holding out the bottle for him to inspect. 

“Papa,” he says, leaning over to peer at the label before he nods. “Not ‘sir’.”

You pour him a glass and place the bottle beside it. “Is there anything else?”

He closes the book he is reading a throws it on the bed, you catch the cover—it’s in a different language but it has a picture of a goat and a pentagram on it. He waves a hand at the other glass.

“Pour yourself one as well, signorina.”

You frown at him. “That is kind of you, but I am working.”

The man winks at you, grabbing the bottle himself and pouring out a measured amount. You watch the liquid slosh in the glass.

“I promise I won’t tell,” he says, extending it out to you.

You take it and hold it awkwardly, the smile on your face fixed. You did not want to get in trouble with Jack and lose your job. But a glass couldn’t help and you’d attended to everyone. You sip it and Papa smiles.

Somehow you end up two glasses deep. It’s not enough to make you drunk but damn it’s enough to make you feel far too relaxed. And you’ve somehow found yourself sitting next to him on the bed. You really should go back though. But it’s been lovely chatting to him, he talks of his flock with affection and mentions Sister Imperator fondly.

“This might be a stupid question,” you ask, the wine having loosened your tongue, “but what exactly are you a priest of?”

He laughs and it’s such a pleasant sound that you can’t help but smile. You’ve grown used to his strange face and it’s somewhat endearing to watch the lines on his face move as he chuckles.

“Not a priest, dolce,” he says. “Once upon a time, si, but now I am Papa.”

“You say that like I should know what you mean,” you reply.

“Like the Pope.” He grins. “Less preaching about the good of man and much more sinning.”

You cannot help but laugh, it sounds ridiculous. “I thought god said sinning was bad.”

“We do not worship a false god of fabricated mercy,” he utters, voice low. You stop laughing at the serious expression on his face, but it melts away when he adds. “We worship the lord below who relishes in sin. We are human, si? So we should take comfort in the pleasures it provides.”

“You’re telling me you worship the devil?” you ask, breath hitching when he leans in a little closer.

“Si,” he says, eyes fixed on you. “And I fear I have not worshipped in his name today at all. Perhaps you can help me, dolce?”

Suddenly his mouth is on yours. You freeze a movement but when you respond, his hands hold your face and pull him flush against him. His mouth is urgent and hot against yours, tongue delving into your mouth while your legs tangle together. Your lipstick is smudged red over his face and you’re certain he’s covered yours in black—you can taste it on your own lips but it doesn’t matter. He kisses like he is worshipping, hungry and possessive. It makes your head spin and you completely forget that this is certainly a breach of conduct. Especially when he’s flipping you onto your back, dragging your legs to the edge of the bed as he pushes your skirt up to bunch around your waist/

“Sorry, dolce, but now I’m feeling rather hungry.”

You hear the snap of your garter belt and feel the tension ease around your stockings so he can pull your knickers down your legs. Before you can draw another breath his face is between your legs, his breath skating over your wet folds before his tongue is flicking against you. You moan, hands instantly grabbing tufts of his peppered hair between your fingers as he works some sort of ungodly magic on your aching cunt.

Fucking hell.

Your back arches as he draws the tension out, leaving you panting on the edge of delirium. His arms move under your thighs and pull you closer to him as he devours you. You pull at his hair and grind against his face, unable to stop yourself from seeking more glorious threads of pleasure to wind tighter around your core.

His mouth breaks away as he can come up for air. You stare at him with a heavy-lidded expression, taking in that wicked mouth all glistening and smeared with paint by your own slick. He looked like the fucking devil and you were more than willing to sell your soul if it meant he wouldn’t stop.

“Cazzo, your pussy is delicious, dolce,” he breathes, nipping at the inside of your thigh.

His face returns to press against your cunt. And that nose! It’s pressed against your clit, mouth wet and tongue searching while his moustache tickles your skin. You arch back and your hands grip the sheets as the plane suddenly rocks—turbulence. Fuck.

Jack’s voice floats through the plane’s intercom system, certainly a mood killer, but Papa doesn’t stop. 

“Please return to your seat, we are experiencing some mild turbulence.”

The craft rocks again but your eyes are too busy rolling into the back of your head as he eats you out like he’s on death row and you're his last meal.

You moan when you feel fingers, leather-clad ones, pressing into your pussy and stretching you. You bounce on his hand when you hit another pocket of turbulence, and his grip on your thigh tightens while the other hand is busy pumping into your wetness. Another pocket and another moan have you on the edge and trembling.

It doesn’t take much to have you rocking along with the aircraft as you come. You try not to moan too loudly and shove your fist in your mouth but Papa leans up and pulls your arm away from your face, that devilish visage hovering over you.

“Don’t silence such pretty sounds, dolce.”

You sigh, luxuriating in the waves that still ripple through you while the plane rocks again. Fuck. You feel his body move away from yours and you sigh. Your eyes had fallen closed as you relaxed but they snap open when you feel him crawl on top of you. He’s rid himself of some of his clothes—well, most of them. A heavily unbuttoned shirt was the only thing on him. You can see the hairs on his firm chest and when you feel his cock pressing between your legs you immediately spread them for him.

When he sinks into your welcoming pussy you moan. The stretch feels incredible and you desperately tilt your hips so he can sink in further. When he bottoms out, you both sigh. Papa has removed his gloves, and his large hands hold your hips, creasing the fabric of your uniform even further as he starts to pump into you.

You’re already so worked up and sensitive that you are already ready to come again quickly. Your walls are squeezing him and the sounds it draws from his lips are downright demonic. Your hands reach up to grip his shoulders so you can thrust up to meet him, both of your movements becoming hurried in your desperation for release.

“Do you want my cock so badly, signorina?” he growls, leaning over you and thrusting into you roughly. Your pant out a yes, or something that was meant to be a yes and only comes out as a string of incoherent nonsense as you nod your head fervently. “You have to come for me first, dolce.”

A hand moves between your bodies and he's rubbing at your swollen and sensitive clit. You cry out, not giving a single fuck that the entire plane can probably hear you. The plane rocks one last time and you hear the seatbelt sign turn off. But you are barely paying any attention to anything else except his cock buried inside you.

The tension in your core tightens again and with another deep thrust he has you coming apart for him. Your eyes shut as it crashes through you but he doesn’t stop. Your hands are gripping feebly at his shoulders, then the nape of his neck, his hair and then fistfuls of the front of his shirt to bring his mouth against yours.

You feel his cock swell within you as he growls against your mouth, teeth nipping at your bottom lips as his hips jerk. You feel him come, painting the inside of your cunt as he continues to thrust into you while his tongue does the same to your mouth. It’s desperate and you’re sweating in your uniform but you don’t care. It feels far too fucking good.

When the high finally eases and he rolls off you to lie beside you, you sigh in relief. Fuck that was something, you think.

“You call that worship?” you pant, turning your head lazily to look at him Your makeup and hair must be absolutely ruined because his is completely ruined. He looks deranged with his hair falling in his face and his paint all smeared.

He hums. “Si. My lord believes in the power of the female orgasm. Is there anything more divine than pleasure?”

You shake your head, mind still foggy with bliss. You utter the only words you can think of. 

“Did you still want your inflight meal?”

He grins at you. “Maybe in an hour or so, signorina. I just ate.”

[aemonds-wifey]

One Shot Requested by the lovey @dothrckis

Summary: You enjoy a family dinner before Osferth leaves you and your family for a hunt. When he returns a month later he shows you how much he has missed you.

“Edmund have you got enough there?” You asked handing Estrid a spoon

Edmund nodded as he took a bite of mushroom stew, You took another glance round the table- the children were all eating and Cenric, now a whole year old, rested against your chest and you held him close before sitting down at the top of the table.

Osferth sat beside Estrid cutting up her bread for her , Stigir looked at you then at Osferth

“Where are you going tomorrow papa?” He asked

Osferth inhaled “I am traveling with uncle Uhtred on a hunt.”

“Uncle Finan and sihtric too?” Estrid asked

Osferth nodded “Indeed my little

Flower.”

Stigir then looked at you “Can I go with him?”

You laughed “oh my little dregner not just yet..perhaps when you are older.”

Stigir sighed “I am big enough now and I am the eldest !”

Edmund scoffed slightly which amused you greatly “My dear sweet boy , although you and Edmund are indeed the same age I’m afraid Edmund came into this world a few moments before.”

Stigir nodded in defeat “I still would like to come Papa!” He exclaimed

Osferth laughed a little “You need to stay and look after your brothers and sister.”

Stigir pouted as he ate more stew, Edmund looked at his father and smiled with curiosity

“Are you going North ?”

Osferth nodded “we are my boy. Near Eoforwick

There may still be snow up there.”

The boys smiled, Estrid looked at you “Did it snow where you use to live mama?”

You finished taking a sip of wine and looked at your daughters curious face “It snowed a lot there yes my darling. “

“Did you live with frost giants ?” Stigir asked.

You laughed and before you could answer Edmund spoke “Stigir mama did not live with them! They live in a bad place.”

You watched them as they curiously questioned you about the land of your birth, Estrid and Osferth discussed the flowers you could find in Norway. You left them for a moment to fetch some more bread. Cenric started to play with your hair through his fingers, you fed him a small chunk of bread.

As you sat down Edmund looked at you “Will you take us there mama?”

Everyone went quiet , all eyes focused on you. Osferth carefully observed your face as you inhaled slowly . You had never once entertained the idea of returning to your homeland and the idea of returning with your own children was something at one point you thought would never occur.

“You want to visit my land of birth Edmund?” You asked.

He nodded “I do.”

You caught Osferth’s gaze for a brief moment and swallowed your fear , smiling at your eldest boy “Then when you are old enough , we will journey there .”

Edmund smiled with enthusiasm and returned to his food, Stigir looked at his father “Will you also fish on your adventure papa?”

“I think we shall. Stigir did you know there are different fishes all

Over the different kingdoms?”

Stigir nodded “Uncle Sihtric said the picts have some fish that do not come to us. Do they also not like us?”

You both chuckled “Some of their fish just prefer the colder rivers my lad.” Osferth answered.

You drank from your goblet “I’m sure when your father returns he will tell you all about the animals he will have seen.”

Osferth managed to give you a rapid wink before Estrid piped up “Papa how long are you going be gone?”

He leaned down so his face was close to hers, he stroked her long dirty blonde hair “A whole month my sweet girl.”

She gasped and her jaw fell open “A month!!!”

Her face of shock amused you slightly, she was the most purest of girls “But mama will miss you! I will miss you and so will my brothers .” She protested. Osferth shuffled closer and kissed the top of her head. He patted her back and reassuringly rubbed it “It will pass quickly”

“Will you bring me a flower from the north papa?” She asked.

Your heart strings twinged at her request. Osferth merely nodded humbly “I will do my very best for you my little rose.”

She happily bounced slightly at this but looked up at him “I will miss you papa.”

Osferth inhaled , clearly touched by her sweet words.

“But . And when I return I will have prizes for you all.” He said looking at his other children

“Even Cenric?” Stigir asked

Osferth nodded “Even Cenric my boy.”

*🌸

A whole moon had passed, yet it felt like an eternity. Uhtred said they would be away a month at the longest but this was the longest time you had spent apart from Osferth and the separation was tormenting you.

You never thought you could miss someone’s touch so much, the way he kissed you , even the way he spoke to you. You had given yourself to Osferth body and soul, you missed him terribly.

The children kept you busy, and they missed their father too- it took an effort to keep Stigir from sneaking off with them. Edmund was a constant by your side, only a boy of seven, was the sweetest boy and your rock when Osferth was away. You and Edmund has spent many days looking at maps of Norway, you telling him points of interest and your journey in your youth.

Stigir wanted to learn more about sword fighting, you taught him some basic maneuvers , Edmund also joined occasionally. Cenric had gripes so much , you could see Osferth’s features in his face

Estrid missed Osferth the most, she kept asking when she and her papa could go picking the purple flowers and she wanted to show him a new spot on the hill , near a sycamore tree where flowers bloomed. You told her everyday he was gone that he would return soon, an answer that gave her brief satisfaction but when the next day arrived she would ask again.

You needed some air , Ingrid and Ealhswith

had gladly offered to watch your children along with Uhtreds children whilst you went for a stroll. You found yourself by the secluded lake in the forest , the trees looked beautiful around this area, the water was calm and the silence gave you little comfort. You held your own hand for a brief moment, imagining it was Osferth’s hand squeezing it- you ached for his touch and warmth.

As your circled the lake you stopped at the old but lush pink blossom tree , so radiant the pink vibrant shades reflected in the water below. Your thoughts dwelled on where Osferth was at this moment, was he another day away? An hour? Not knowing was the worst for you.

You looked up at the pink petals dancing as the wind blew from behind you, your long wavy hair wrapping around your neck as you folded your arms.

And then your eyes opened slowly as you heard the soft footsteps coming from close by, they suddenly stopped and you turned yourself round carefully.

Osferth stood there, looking grubby and tired. But the smile he produced upon seeing your look of sweet surprise. You breathed “Osferth” loudly as you blinked to make sure you were not dreaming. He dropped his bag and sword and ran over to you. Crashing against you with the most fiercest and most affectionate of embraces. Wordlessly you pulled him against you and he did the same.

He broke apart and immediately kissed your lips as if it was the last thing on Earth. He kissed you so passionately you felt yourself dip. You cupped his face as you broke apart, your foreheads resting against each other.

“Happy to see me?” He said softly.

You kissed the edge of his nose “Osferth. Of course! ” before you even finished saying your lips found your way to his. He smiled widely as you did this . He hummed into your throat and broke from your lips reluctantly “oh my sweet wife…” he paused “I was gone only a month not a year.” He grinned

You squeezed his lower back and smirked “It felt longer my love. “

You embraced him, your breathing was slightly uneven and he noticed. He held you by your shoulders and searched your face “Y/N I’m here..”

you nodded “I’m sorry I just…how did you know I was here? ”

He smiled “Ingrid said you went for a walk. I know you like it here.”

You were overwhelmed by an emotional surge you felt you could cry, the happiness of seeing him , the relief he was not injured and the longing to be close with him.

He held his breath , waiting to see what words would escape you

“I missed you so much my love..” your eyes watered slightly.

Osferth held one hand on the back of your head and brought you under his chin, your nose firmly the skin on his neck. He leant his head on top of yours and stroked your hair.

“Do you remember the night of the Holmgang? And I asked you to come back to me?” Osferth asked As his thumb tenderly rubbed your head.

A tear eacaped your eye as you rose your head facing him . You both had not discussed that night in quite some time , you nodded “I do…”

Osferth’s finger lightly came down to your face and brushed the hair away from your face “That night was the worst night of my life…”

Your heart skipped slightly , his eyebrows furrowed for a moment “watching you fight…it was minutes for you but it was hours for me. Every time he missed you or when you got back up and lunged at him…I was a wreck.”

You inhaled sharply. Dipping your head down but Osferth lifted your head with his finger raising your chin “You came back to me…as I have now.”

You kissed once again before he took your Hand and lead to to the largest tree that guarded the lake. You sat beneath it

“The children have been well?” He asked as he got to his knees.

“You did not see them?” You quizzed.

He nodded “No I think Ingrid has them down for a nap…and I she informed me that my wife was not with them.”

“They have been so good …they have missed you. Estrid especially.” You said . He shuffled himself so his back was against the bark, he put his arm around your shoulder and held you close. “ The boys behave?”

You nodded “They did.”

“Edmund has been asking about my parents .” You said getting comfortable .

“Oh? I think that boy is older than he appears.” He said “he has such a curious mind…”

“That’s not a bad thing…he is wise and clever like his father.” You said.

He smiled “And Cenric?”

You looked up at him “Growing every day.”

He squeezed your arm and kissed the top of your head , before resting his chin on top.

“Successful hunt then ?” You asked

Osferth nodded “Uhtred thought so. We brought plenty back and Sihtric managed to bring down a stag.”

You sat forward looking in disbelief “Not by himself surely ?!”

Osferth smirked “No. Finan helped.”

“Of course he did. “ you laughed

“What is it like further north?” You asked gently leaning a hand on Osferth’s thigh.

“Cold. Bloody cold.” He said

“Ah you have not been to Norway my love. That is pure cold.” You said.

“I hear it’s beautiful.” He mused

“It was …but I found my beautiful home with you.”

Osferth kissed your head again and hummed into your hair.

You sat back against him, placing a hand on his chest. Sighing happily. Osferth’s free hand held yours over his chest. You closed your eyes , taking a deep inhale as you pressed your nose against the neck. His scent came back to you and you felt at ease again.

All you could hear were the distant chipper of birds and the rustling of the leaves against the rhythm

Of the wind. You both felt so secluded and at peace, like your own little Eden and nobody could disturb you.

You looked up at Osferth’s peaceful face, he opened his eyes and happily examined your face . The familiar longing ache twisted in your lower body, your hand released from his grip and glided down to his trousers, he did not break eye contact as you pushed your hand down and felt him. Already hard, he leaned forward to kiss you as you slowly gripped onto him, slowly moving your hand up and back down . you moved yourself so you were Practically straddling him, you hand still moving up and down - he gasped at the extreme pleasure you meant down and with your free hand you held onto his shoulder. He held your hips as you moved them across his groin. He fell forward with his head against your chest “Christ Almightly Y/N…”

You moved your hand a little quicker , he raised his head quickly and searched for your lips ,and barely managed to keep his eyes open. Until his grip on your hips tightened , a hand crawled up your body and his fingers pulled on your dress- loosening it , exposing your shoulders. His eyes lit up with a burning that was only for you , he suddenly yet gently pushed you to the ground, climbing on top of you and devouring you with desperate kisses .

As he kissed down your neck he pulled in your dress, exposing your bare breasts, as Osferth took a look at them your chest heaved up and down, his other hand grabbing your thigh - looking at you as if it was the very first time he had seen you . You reached up and removed his attire, kissing his toned form chest and sliding your hand back around his cock, tenderly pleasuring hun as he struggled to keep composed. He made moans you had never heard him utter and it only made you burn for him more. Reluctantly he grabbed your hand and kissed it, before finding your lips and pushing you back against the smooth grass. He wasted no effort when he fell back down and kissed your chest , swirling his tongue around each of your nipples made you moan.

His hand did not stay on your thigh for very long, he found his way down to your already wet folds- his kisses travelled down and you watched him hitch one of your legs over his shoulder as he affectionately bit the skin around your core. His exhale directly on the sensitive skin awoke your arousal even more, he began to devour you , the pleasure sent your body into shock and he firmly placed a hand on your stomach to keep you still. It was of no use, Osferth had missed this intimate connection and he wanted you to know it.

Unable to reach his head your hand fell to the ground beside you, your fingers edging through the blades of grass- snapping the grass as Osferth slid a finger inside you. His tongue billowing against your bundle of nerves coupled with his nose rubbing against you was too overwhelming You could not stop yourself from jerking your hips against him, as you felt almost undone you were aghast when he replaced his fingers with his cock.

He wasted no time in burying himself deep in you, you hissed with a welcoming moan as he rested his head in the crook of your neck your legs flung around his waist- your feet pressing down pushing him further in.

Your fingers almost clawed at his back as he moved faster , your hand slipped into the bottom of his trousers and you squeezed the skin - Osferth moaned against your neck and found the strength to lift his head and gaze into your stormy grey eyes. He held onto for dear life and your grip on him did not loosen at any point, the smile he produced as he bit his own lip and uttered without mercy “Gods Y/N I …”

You moaned his name as you moved your face and bit down on his shoulder - the climax sent your body into a spell - Osferth’s body reacted similar to yours as your walls clenched around his cock , you both harmoniously succumbed to the wave of intense gratification take control. You shuffled your hip slightly as you could feel Osferth empty inside you- It lasted for mere seconds but the time to bounce back from the pleasure you both experienced temporally crippled you both.

Osferth could barley move as he struggled to release himself from you. You held him down and whispered “Stay in me..” he did not argue , he only responded with “Hmmm.”

Osferth laid his head just above your breasts , your fingers tracing the back of his neck and he stayed inside you. You both breathed heavily, exhausted you kept your head down - feeling the joyful ecstasy leave your body as you came down from your high . Osferth moved his head, digging his chin into your rib cage you felt him chuckle against your skin, you mirrored his laughs.

“Imagine the greeting you give me if I left you for a year.” He joked

You playfully tapped his head “You wouldn’t be able to walk my love.”

His eyes glowed as he pulled himself up to you, finally releasing himself from within you. He rested an above you and put his arm around you , kissing your forehead with the utmost care. Feeling exhausted but at ease you nestled yourself against him And he held you tightly - you never wanted to leave his arms again.

[anxious-dumpling]

Chapter Two: Father's Day! (3,000 words.)

♡ Fandoms: BTS, Stray Kids!

REQUESTS OPEN :)

RULES IN END NOTES!

♡ Characters:

Little!Reader

CG Jungkook

CG Taehyung

Playcare Owner Hoseok

EA Felix

EA Hyunjin

Little Jimin, IN, Seungmin

Everyone else is Teachers!

♡ Genre: SFW Littlespace, Fluff, Non Idol AU!

After moving from the rural city of Geochang to the bustling city of Seoul, your parents Jungkook and Taehyung decide to start you in a new Playcare Centre. Life is about to be so much different!

Time to be brave!

Like a kitty cat stalking her unsuspecting prey, you crawl up onto the bed.

"Papa," You whisper, leaning in close to his angelic face as he snores lightly, his dirty blonde hair splayed messily across his pillow. You bump the end of your nose into the tiny mole on his cheekbone. As he begins to stir, you turn to tap Jungkook's arm. "Daddy."

Both men slowly blink away their sleep, smiling weakly when they realize who's sitting between them.

Taehyung grabs his glasses from the nightstand, sliding them on and pulling you in for a warm hug.

"Good morning, early bird," He rasps, kissing your hair.

"Happy Father's Day," You cheer as calmly as you can, not wanting to startle them. "Wait... Or is it, 'Merry'?"

He laughs. "Whichever you want."

"Happy-Merry Father's Day, Papa," You decide, moving to give Jungkook a hug. "Happy-Merry Father's Day, Daddy."

"Thank you, baby," He snarls, squeezing you so tight to his bare chest you think you might snap like a bread stick!

You joke, "Owww!"

"You're the cutest." His tattooed hands fall to your waist as you pull away, heart fluttering as he fondly gazes up at you. "Aren't you?"

"Uh huh. You know what else I am, Papa and Daddy?"

Tae guesses, "Oh. You're... Jeon-Kim Haen?"

"You're hungry?" Jungkook adds.

"You're sleepy?"

"My favorite girl?"

"Funny?"

You can't help but giggle at their silliness, scrunching your nose at them.

"Sweet?"

"Creative?"

"Thoughtful?"

"Smart?"

"No," You shake your head. When they send you suspicious looks, you admit, "Okay, fine. I'm all'ose things. But I'm also... a chef!"

At the same time, they croon, "Ooh. A chef?"

You give a confident nod, putting on your best acting skills and sniffing the air. "Mmmm. What's that smell, you guys?"

They catch on quickly.

Taehyung grins boxily, "Did you make breakfast for us, sweetheart?"

Jungkook throws off the covers. "Well, we have go find out."

"Yeah!" You agree, climbing off the bed. "We have to go find out! Come on!"

Before Jungkook even has the chance to pull on a shirt, you grab his hand and drag him out of the room, Taehyung loyally following along behind you. The early morning sunshine breaks over you as you turn the corner, entering the sunny kitchen area together.

They both gasp softly at the sight that greets them.

Of course you cooked breakfast!

"Haen-ie," Taehyung's grin widens.

"Sit, sit, sit!" You push him forward, pleased to see him and Jungkook taking seats at the table. "I'll get water for you!"

As you run over to the fridge, the two men share a loving glance over the plates of food in front of them. You've spoiled each of them with a pile of hot, crispy eggs and fried rice leftovers, garnished with a pink marshmallow and a very, very large side of ketchup. 

"I can't believe this, baby." Jungkook giggles cutely, as you return with a jug of cold water.

Taehyung is almost doubled over. "The marshmallow. Aww."

"Water for Daddy," You announce, pouring some into his glass. It slips a little, spilling a puddle onto the table, but Jungkook's hands shoot out and help you keep the jug steady. You do the same for Taehyung's glass with some more help from him. "And water for Papa!"

"Thank youuu," He cooes, taking a sip and very seriously considering the taste, as if it's a fine wine. "Mmmm. Very good."

Jungkook asks, "Chef Haen-nim, where did you get this delicious water?"

"It's straight from the Han River," You proudly tell him, taking a seat. "Masitkke deuseyo, Papa and Daddy."

"Masitkke deuseyo."

"Masitkke deuseyo," Taehyung bows, picking up his chopsticks and trying the rice, groaning as he chews. "Mm. Amazing."

Technically, it was him who cooked it for dinner last night, but it's been sprinkled with your love now! Even tastier!

"It looks like you-." Jungkook laughs, turning over his burnt egg. "Baby, did you cook this in the air frier?"

"Yep!" You chirp, watching as he stuffs it in his mouth, politely ignoring the blackened edge. "It was so easy!"

Your Papa and Daddy always tell you not to use the stove or the oven without their help, even if you put on the protective mittens, so you had to find another way to cook breakfast. It was scary hearing the sizzling oil and the loud, robot-like beep of the air fryer, but you love your Papa and Daddy so much that you forced yourself to be brave. You showed that stupid fryer who's boss - Jeon-Kim Haen!

"You're so talented, sweetness," Taehyung praises you. "Would you like to try Papa's marshmallow?"

He holds it to your lips, popping it into your mouth.

"S'ank you!"

"What about you, Jagi?" He looks at his husband. "You should eat your marshmallow, too. Don't waste it."

"Ah. So right," The man agrees, pinching it between his fingers.

"No, no, no," He stops him. "With the rice and eggs."

You giggle, trying not to spit gooey, pink dribble all over your chin as Jungkook gawks. "Wh-?! Punk, you fed yours to Haen already!"

"She loves marshmallows."

"Yah," He complains, twitching his head to the side and readying himself for the bite he's about to take. "How convenient."

"Haen-ie, Papa's smart, isn't he?"

You nod. "Papa is very smart."

"Smarter than Daddy, right?"

"Uh-huh."

Jungkook scoffs, smiling in the dim sunlight at the both of you before taking a bite of everything on his plate.

You wait with bated breath as he tests it out, surprisingly unfazed by the mixture of burnt egg, stale rice, and the sugary gummy.

"Aigo," He mutters, coughing a laugh, swallowing it down like a thick tar. "Why is it good?"

The three of you burst into giggles.

"What?! You're weird, Daddy."

He places his chopsticks down and cradles your face, pressing a wet, sweet-smelling kiss to your cheek. "Best breakfast ever, baby."

Taehyung subtly adds, "But Papa is going to have to cook us some real food after this..."

"Hyunjin-ie!" You squeal as soon as you enter the classroom. "Good morning!"

"Good morning, Haen-ie," The EA smiles gracefully, kneeling down to give you a brief, friendly hug. Leaning away, he holds both your hands, looking up at you with a gentle gaze and his long hair pulled back into a stylish bun. "How are you today?"

"You should ask me what I had for breakfast," You giggle, squeezing his fingers.

"Oh? What did you have for breakfast?"

"I had eggs, rice, and," You pause, cracking yourself up by whispering loudly, "Marshmallows!"

Hyunjin gasps like you've just slapped him, dramatic as ever. "Marshmallows?!"

"Yeah! Pink ones!"

"Why, why, why?"

"I made breakfast for my Papa and Daddy be- because it's Father's Day," You explain, beaming.

"Is that right? I can see why your Papa calls you 'sweetness', Haen-ie."

"It's because I'm sweet!"

"Yes, it is." Standing up, the man leads you over to the cubby shelves. "Sweet as a marshmallow!"

Putting away your backpack and greeting the other teachers, you head over to the toy area, where your friends Jeongin, Seungmin, and Jimin are grooving out to this morning's song, 'Wiggle, Spin!'. The three of them break out in excitement when they spot you. 

"Haen-ie!" Jeongin exclaims, the alien antennas on his headband wobbling around. "Look! We're dancing!"

"I like dancing!"

"No, we're wiggling and spinning," Seungmin corrects the boy, spinning in a circle when the song tells him to. "See?"

As the rest of you follow suit and do a spin, Jimin claims, "This is dancing!"

"You gotta wear a headband, too," Jeongin grabs a matching one from the basket nearby, sliding it on your head. "There you go!"

"Thanks, Jeongin!"

"You're welcome, Hae- Oh!"

The song is suddenly telling you to wiggle your hips next, so you make sure to follow the command. Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle!

Once the move is over, Jeongin finishes his sentence. "You're welcome, Haen-ie."

"Who's Haen-ie?"

He tilts his head, copper colored hair falling over his eye. "What? It's you!"

"Nuh-uh. My name is Beep-Boop now!" You wag your antennas side to side. "'Cuz I'm an alien! See?"

"Ohhhh." He grins, his eyes squished closed. "You're welcome, Beep-Boop!"

"Beep-Boop," Jimin chirps.

Seungmin copies him. "Beep-Boop!"

"Beep-Boop," You agree with the alien. "Beepy-Beepy-Boop!"

"Beeeeep!"

"Hey, friends," Yeongbok's voice comes. You look up at him, met with the lovely EA's bright smile. You feel your whole body preen like a flower under a ray of sunlight, his antennas bouncing all over the place as he approaches you. "Can I dance with you?"

Without even thinking, all four of you waste no time shouting at him, "Beep-Boop!" 

He blanches a little. "Is that a yes?"

You grab his hand. "Yes!"

"Aw. Thank you, kind alien. Did you guys know it's Father's Day today?"

"Oh! Yeah! I gave my Dad a big hug this morning," Seungmin announces.

Yeongbok's crooked smile widens. "That's amazing, Seungmin-ie."

"I hugged my Dad, too!"

You tell him, "I made my Papa and Daddy breakfast."

"Oh, Yeongbok," Jimin's mouth forms a pink 'O', like he's just remembered something. "Haen-ie has two Dads, you know!"

As everyone does another spin, Yeongbok agrees, "Yeah, she does. Isn't that great?"

"She's so lucky."

You stick a finger up, wanting to set something straight. "But Jimin, two Dads means there's- there's twice the Dad-farts!"

"Haen-," Yeongbok tries his best not to burst into laughter like the boys do. "Haen-ie, we don't talk about that sort of thing."

"And you can never decide who you want a piggyback from."

"She said, 'fart'!"

"And also, you can't use their shoes for playing dress-up, 'cuz they only have ugly loafers and grandpa sandals."

"Haen-ie, I hope that's not in your presentation today," Yeongbok chides very lightly.

"What? Shoes, or farts?"

He gives you a cheeky look. "Aigo. I'm going to tell Hyunjin that you're a little trickster."

"Hyunjin loves me," You argue, squealing when the EA grabs at your tummy, digging into you with tickling fingers. "Hey! He loves me!"

"Trickster," He taunts, "You're a little trickster!"

Pushing at his shoulders, you laugh, "That- That tickles, Ye-Yeongbok-ie! Ah!"

"Get off Beep-Boop!"

As Hoseok switches off the dancing song, your alien friends all jump your attacker, dog-piling him until he trips, landing on his butt on the foam padding of the floor. Headbands go flying, legs kicking wildly as Yeongbok growls in defeat like a wounded animal.

"Okay, friends," Your teacher interrupts the chaos, smiling knowingly at you as you stand there innocently.

"I'm sorry," Yeongbok laughs in his deep voice, "I'm sorry!"

"Dance time is over. Let's head over to our desks and get ready to give our presentations!"

You thrust your hands out at the pile of your friends, shouting, "Lazer beam!"

They all flop onto their sides, slowly rising and heading over to the learning area to recover from your dangerous alien powers.

You remember on your first day at Playcare, Hyunjin explained that dancing before class helps everybody get rid of their morning jitters, but you don't think that's entirely true. You did lots of dancing this morning, and as you watch Ahyun finish her presentation and return to her table, receiving a high-five from Hoseok, you can confirm that there is definitely at least one or two jitters in your belly.

When the applause dies down, your teacher speaks.

"Okay. Next on our list is," Hoseok scrolls down the iPad screen. "Ah. Haen-ie!"

He clicks around, causing a photo of you, Taehyung, and Jungkook to appear on the whiteboard, replacing Ahyun's family.

Everyone gives you a soft round of applause as you freeze up, unsure.

Jeongin and Jimin cheer, "Yay, Haen-ie!"

"Yay, Haen-ie!"

"You got this," Yeongbok pets your shoulder, the tiny freckles on his nose scrunching as he smiles.

"I got this," You whisper to yourself, standing from your seat.

Yeongbok and Hyunjin both send you a thumbs up, Hoseok gesturing for you to begin whenever you're ready.

You got this!

You shouldn't be nervous! These are your friends!

With one last glance over your shoulder at Taehyung and Jungkook on the board, you muster up the courage to face the class and begin politely, "Happy Father's Day, ev- everyone. This is my Papa and Daddy... Papa's the blonde one, and Daddy's the tall one."

You sound a bit like a robot, reciting the speech you wrote with Hoseok's help a few days ago.

"My Papa's a hairdresser and I love him because he makes my hair pretty every day. He's good at cutting hair and making it different colors, but he also likes doing pottery and taking photos with his big camera. My Daddy, he's an accountant... I don't know what that is, but he's very good at it, too. He likes to work out and he has lots of tattoos, and I love him because he ties my shoelaces for me."

You spot Hyunjin pouting harder than ever from the back of the class, looking like you've stolen his candy.

Yeongbok simply looks like a kicked puppy.

"Oh, and he does this thing called deadlifting," You giggle, remembering. "But he uses me instead of actual weights. It's really funny."

Small smiles break out across their faces.

"There's lots of reasons I love them, but Hoseok-seonsangnim said I only have two or three minutes.... so-, um..."

If you listed all of the reasons you loved your Papa and Daddy, you'd need at least three hours.

At least!

When you're at a loss for what else to say, Hoseok helps you out by prompting, "Why'd you choose this photo, Haen-ie?"

"Oh! I chose it because it's from the- from the day we moved to Seoul, and because Papa said it has his good side in it."

"Ahhh."

You point out, "We're at a cafe 'cuz it was a long drive from Geochang, and they were hungry. Well, that's what Papa said, but they didn't actually eat much. They just buyed this, um, little cake with a love-heart and 'Welcome Home', on it, and we ate it together."

Your teacher sends you a cheerful grin. "That's lovely, Haen-ie. Anything else you want to tell us?"

You share a glance with your table, where Yeongbok is shaking his head at you and the boys are all nodding.

Your ears go pink.

Yes, there is something else!

"Having two Dads means... you get twice the," You tease, watching your EA facepalm into the table. "Dad jokes!"

He raises his head, pleasantly surprised. You had managed to go the whole presentation without mentioning farts.

"Great job, Haen," Hoseok claps, rallying the class to join in. "Great job."

Returning to your desk, you sit down in your chair, welcomed back by Yeongbok petting your shoulder again.

"I did it!" You whisper. "I didn't even cry, or anything!"

"Amazing," He agrees.

"Okay, everyone. Only a few more to go now. Next up is-!"

That night, Taehyung lets you share the rest of the marshmallows while you all watch Jungkook's favorite movie - one with no swearing, punching, or bad guys, of course - Spirited Away. It's lucky that your tough Daddy is just as in love with Ghibli movies as you are!

After Chihiro crosses the river and Sen is freed from the Bathhouse, the credits start rolling.

Wrapped up in a blanket, Tae jokes, "How many times have you guys seen this movie now? Thirty?"

"A thousand."

"A thousand," You both say at the same time, giggling and high-fiving afterward.

After that, your Papa and Daddy decide they want to watch something else.

Your performance!

You step up onto the imaginary stage, which is really just the lounge room rug, and recite your speech all over again just for them. You don't sound so much like a robot, anymore. You sound like Jeon-Kim Haen, telling your parents how much you love them.

You love them because they always hold both your hands when you cross the street, which is very important!

You love them for making sure your clothes are clean, your belly is full, and your heart is happy.

You love the warm bear hugs Taehyung gives you, and you love the bone-crushing hugs Jungkook gives you.

You love Taehyung because when he sings you to sleep, it sounds like deep thunder clouds and smooth rocks.

When Jungkook sings you to sleep, it sounds like you're already dreaming!

And of course, you simply love that they're your parents.

Jimin is right.

You're lucky!

Taehyung and Jungkook don't quite give you the three hours you'd need to list all your reasons. It's almost your bed time and they can tell you're getting sleepier by the minute, but it's definitely enough time to melt their hearts into marshmallow-goo.

"Yah! I'm not cryinggg-uhhhhh!" Jungkook whines when you're done, slapping his husband, "You are!"

Taehyung doesn't even deny it. "I am!"

"Oh, wait."

As Taehyung completes the last button on your pyjama shirt, you run over to your backpack, digging through it.

"I forgot to-... to give this to you. It's still Father's Day, right, Papa?"

"Of course." He cooes. "What kind of Dad would I be if I put you to bed after midnight?"

Ohh. Found it!

"Here."

"What's this?" He smiles, holding out his hands.

You place a smooth, colorful stone in his palms.

"It's for you and Daddy."

You Rock, The paint on the front side says, and on the bottom side, Happy Father's Day. From Haen.

"Namjoon-seonsangnim said it's a joke in English," You explain, rubbing your eyes. "He thinks he's really funny, you know."

Your Papa chuckles, kissing your cheek. "Thank you, sweetest. Maybe Daddy will understand it. Let's ask him tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay," You yawn. "Tomorrow."

"Let's get you into bed. You're late for your sweet dreams."

The next morning, when you hand the stone to Jungkook at the breakfast table, he just starts giggling to himself.

"Ah, seriously... Your Dad jokes are better than ours, baby."

"Namjoon-seonsangnim is gonna love it when I tell him that."

End Notes:

Of course, this is dedicated to everyone out there who's never gotten the chance to make happy memories on Father's Day <3333

Please share your thoughts and leave some suggestions for future chapters! ʕ•◡•ʔっ♡!

Things I won't write.

- Smut.

- Self-harm.

- Intense angst.

- Anything unrelated to Haen or Littlespace.

Everything else goes!

Current roles.

- Taehyung: Parent Caregiver.

- Jungkook: Parent Caregiver.

- Jin: ???

- Namjoon: Art / English Teacher.

- Hoseok: Homeroom Teacher / Playcare Owner.

- Yoongi: Music Teacher.

- Jimin: Little.

- Bangchan: ???

- Lee Know: ???

- Han: ???

- Changbin: Sports Teacher.

- Hyunjin: EA / Art Teacher.

- Felix: EA.

- Seungmin: Little.

- Jeongin: Little.

I encourage you to be friendly and patient with me! ^◡^

[seravphs]

ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — YUKI x FEM READER

You’ve always looked up to Yuki as a woman, an upperclassman, a sorcerer. The line between admiration and adoration blurs over the years.

wc — 1.6k

tags —  hero worship, pining, brief nongraphic mention of jjk typical violence

For the first twelve years of your life, you only hear about Yuki. You’ve never met her in person - she graduated right before you entered Jujutsu Tech. A shame. It would have been nice to know another special grade besides Gojo and Getou. Perhaps it would’ve restored your faith that not all power corrupts. 

Yaga speaks of her like a headache, albeit a fond one. Yuki’s the only full time special grade they have working currently, though full time is a stretch. She tends to go rogue for a few days at the end of missions, seeking out whatever gives her a kick. 

What you learn from that is if you’re powerful enough, you face no consequences. 

You’ve been punished for much less on missions. You want that kind of strength. 

You devour gossip about Yuki, leaning into every conversation where her name is even momentarily brought up. She becomes more myth than woman to you, stacking achievement after achievement on her name until Yuki can barely be seen under the trail of feats she leaves behind her. 

Then, you’re pulled into a tribunal. You’re not there to be important. You might be strong, but in the end you’re just a child, and not in the way Gojo Satoru is. 

Your mother is important though, and you’re there to watch and learn. She convenes the council of elders to decide the matter of Yuki’s death. She’s been on this rare mission for months. 

Sure, she’s been known to bum around for a day or two after completing what she set out to do, but never like this. There’s been zero contact for days stretching into months. Unmistakably, something must have gone horribly wrong. For someone like Yuki to be taken out, their enemy has to be strong. This event causes ripples throughout all of Jujutsu Society. 

Yuki dies with little fanfare. There’s grief, of course. She never knew your name, but she was special to you. She was a legend, the only special grade you had at the moment besides Gojo Satoru, who was still a student. She shouldn’t have died like this. 

Every single time death finds you, it reminds you anew of its cruelty, it’s indifference. It’s not fair that Yuki died like anyone else when she could’ve crushed the world in her palm, but she did. 

The elders tell you Yuki is a disappointment. They expected her to hold the line even when she hadn’t been given any support. Like all special grades, she was thrown to the beasts as a sacrifice. The elders maintained the same strategy year after year: whet the hunger of your enemies with fresh blood, and they will never come after you. 

Something staggers out of the woods that day, though you and the elders will never know.  Cold, bloody, and hungry, it drags itself to the nearest village. It’s so covered in grime and blood and the various fluids of cursed spirits it’s almost unrecognizable.

The first village girl to spot it screams in fright. She drops her water pail and runs, blubbering, for mama and papa. 

“Don’t shout,” the figure groans, shoving dirty blonde hair back from her face. “It’s just me.” 

Yuki comes back home a legend, a martyr, and a revolutionary. 

Most importantly, she comes home. 

“I’m going to find a way to get rid of curses at the source,” she announces at the next meeting the elders convene. They’ve just finished congratulating her on her unlikely survival as if they hadn’t been cursing her name only days before. 

The silence in the room is pure cowardice. No one dares say anything to her face. 

“Yuki,” the head of the Tsukumo clan tries. “I don’t think-“ 

“I don’t care what you think, granny,” Yuki says. “It’s happening. Take me off all missions. Bye.” 

Then she leaves. The meeting erupts into chaos behind her, but no one dares to stop her. 

It’s so quintessentially Yuki to sweep into a room, cause a ruckus, and leave. You hide a smile behind a hand, raised demurely to your mouth, as if in shock. You think you’ll be in love with her for the rest of your life. 

The first day you meet her on campus, you can tell she’s not normal immediately. Like Gojo, she radiates a sense of inner substantiality that only  comes with being undefeated. Getou hides his arrogance better. Those two wear it like armor. 

“Oh, hey,” she says. You know who she is instantly. Biker leathers and blonde hair - Tsukumo Yuki in the flesh.

“Are you the other little sorcerer? Not the reverse cursed technique user,” she clarified. “You don’t look it.” 

There’s something in you that’s tempted to answer ‘yes, ma’am’, drop to your knees, and beg to serve her in any way possible, if only she’ll take you with her. They only told you she was strong. They didn’t tell you she was beautiful. Somehow, you know she would only laugh at you. 

“Yes,” you say instead. No ‘ma’am’, though you desperately want to. 

“You should keep an eye on your special grade friends,” she says. “And work on meditating. That’ll help with your domain expansion.” 

She leaves you gaping behind her as you process how she knew exactly what you were struggling with at a glance. You walk into Getou, who seems just as dazed as you are. You chalk it up to him also being half in love, drawn in by the same charisma you see in Yuki. 

Later, you find out it’s because she said something to spark a genocidal rage in him. Getou goes half crazy, and every warning Yuki gave you comes true. 

You should’ve looked out for your special grade friends. Meditating does help unlock your domain expansion. 

Even accidentally leading Getou to become a curse user doesn’t deter you from wanting to seek Yuki out. It’s not her fault. There were a million other factors that led Getou to become what he was. If it hadn’t been Yuki, it would’ve been someone else. At least she had tried to warn you.

You want to fight alongside her. You want to watch her. Yuki is something like your sun, the star that guides your compass and the light by which you see. All of you is magnetised to point in the direction where she is, wanting more of her, always. 

So you train relentlessly, becoming strong and ruthless. You mold yourself into someone that can stand at Yuki’s side. 

At age 22, you become the fourth youngest special grade after the three legends that came before you. You never manage to break their records. (Even that title, you don’t get to keep. Okkotsu Yuta breaks it in the future.) 

The elders get to you before Yuki does. 

At age 25, you become the youngest bodyguard to the council of elders.

You don’t take much pride in this, but it means you get to see Yuki more often. It’s a small side benefit of her constantly being dragged in to answer for her actions. 

The next time you see her, she’s in Yaga’s office, knocking back a drink she’s taken off his shelf, laughing at his protests, and on her way out. 

Just when she’s at the door, she spots you. For a second, you think there’s a flicker of recognition. Perhaps she remembers you from your high school days. Then she slips out the door and you’re forced to confront the truth that you’re nobody to her at all. 

Yuki is a planet, and you the moon that orbits it, chasing but never quite catching, over and over in an endless cycle. 

You’re determined to make her look at you. 

Getting Yuki’s attention is harder than it should be. For one, she’s constantly out of the country. Besides that, she’s a hard woman to get a hold of in general. Tsukumo Yuki does not respond to summons - you know that from watching the elders tear their hair out. 

She’s a wild beast, which means she doesn’t respond to being called. She might respond to temptation, however, and you plan on setting just the right trap for her. 

Two days after you tell Gojo you might have information on the source of cursed energy, you find Yuki waiting in your office. You try for casualness as you open the door and walk to the tea set you have pre-prepared. 

“Tea?” You offer, more calmly than you feel. 

She blinks. Stares at you. Squints a little. 

“Hey,” she says slowly. “Aren’t you that kid-“ 

“Yes,” you say, a little too eagerly. She does remember you. 

She smiles, no soft and gentle thing. You love her all the more for it. “Wow. You really grew up, huh?” 

When she reaches out to ruffle your hair, you dodge and dart forward to grab her hands. She brings them up and close to her chest in a move of aborted surprise, but you don’t care. 

Yuki sees you. Yuki remembers you. You can’t let her keep thinking if you as that kid she met once. You can’t waste this opportunity. 

“I have a mission for you.” 

Instantly, she shakes her head. “Sorry, no can do. I don’t know if you’ve heard, but I don’t take missions. The useless special grade, you know?”

She says the last bit with so much humor you know it doesn’t offend her at all, though any other sorcerer would’ve been affronted. That’s the price of strength - Yuki can afford not to care about anything she doesn’t want to. 

“It’s more of a personal thing,” you hedge. “It’ll help with your mission to destroy cursed energy.” 

“I’ll think about it on one condition. Tell me your type,” she says. 

You answer instantly. “Tall blondes with egos to match their skills. Powerful. Innovative.” 

“Wow,” she laughs. “Sounds a lot like me.” 

If only she knew. 

“So you agree?” 

“I can’t promise you anything,” she says. “If I get bored halfway through, I’m leaving. Guess it’s up to you to keep me entertained.” 

You get a week, maybe less, to woo the greatest sorcerer of all time, in your opinion. 

You’re just like Yuki. Bad stakes only excite you more.

[chuunardo]

My version of the Tucker family (PostCovid!) +extras

Added my version of Kenny n Butter's child + Style's daughter (I'll add her brother some day `~`) ++ Wendy's daughter!!! (Ik a lot of daughters, I can't help it that I like drawing girls whoops)

GET TO KNOW THE GIRLS!!!

Christina (Chris) Tucker:

**long black hair, usually braided in the back, has a mole above her lip**

>Peruvian/White

>is her Papa's (Craig) mini me // from the way they act to the way they speak in their nasally monotone voice

>looks more like her papa but gots her dad's (Tweek) nose

>is close to Kam McCormick // Kam calls her "her sister from another mister"

>speaks spanglish often // much to the point where Tweek also picked up some Spanish as well

>her in game persona is always a guy because she finds it endearing (hints to her might being genderfluid or Trans)

>Ace!

Kameron (Kam) McCormick:

**dirty blonde hair, shaggy like hair cut with her ends dyed pink, has freckles**

>Hella white

>makes sure you know she ain't white trash

>loves scene culture hence her hair style

>is a self proclaimed "weeb"

>follows the internet culture religiously

>is always seen with some type of orange on her // bcuz of her dad (Kenny)

>is also his mini me // Butters claims that they can be twins

>looks identical to Butters tho

>Pan!

Stacey-lynn (Stace/Stacey) Marsh-Broflovski:

**black hair (w/ red undertones), is usually seen with a blue headband and gold earrings**

>Also white

>plays volleyball for the school's team // and is the captain and right wing hitter

>learnt how to read and write in Hebrew to please her Baba (Sheila)

>is her Baba's favorite

>her and her brother lived in New Jersey for most of their middle school years

>yes that means they have a jersey accent // though they can mask it pretty well

>has her Papa's (Kyle) attitude but her dad's (Stan) looks

>is a people's pleaser (oof)

>is dating Irene

>Lesbian

Irene Testaburger:

**short black hair, is seen with a pink hair clip in her hair, drawn on hearts underneath her eyes, dimples**

>is from Australia // yes accent!

>not Wendy's bio daughter as she is the daughter of her diseased coworkers

>was adopted by Wendy when she was 13

>moved to South Park when she was around 16 // junior year bby!

>is Korean/Australian

>though new to South Park High, she is already the VP of her class council // last VP dipped

>is a huge nerd

>loves dancing // was in a dance group back in Australia

>is dating Stacey!

>Lesbian!

//I want to personally add the fact that I named her Irene after Red Velvet's Irene! I also made her Korean name Yerim Yoo (shares names with Yeri) and her birthday Feb 10 (shares bday with Seulgi). It pairs perfectly with the fact that she's Wendy's kid too 💛. Testaburger family = Red Velvet?? *insert vine boom* (sorry Joy, I'll add you somehow my love)

[spacesurfing]

Dexthtoyounglings' Ghoul Guide!!

I posted this because I haven't posted in a while an I want to put this here for references for the Ghouls' appearances and habits. This will be edited through time.

This is my own opinion!! Not canon. Just putting this in here before someone tells me one of these is incorrect!!

•--•

Dewdrop

Long, dirty blonde hair

Yellow eyes

The air around him get warmer when he is mad or excited. The air won't get necessarily cold when he is sad, but all his body heat seems to disappear into nothing unless you are you close enough you could be under his skin.

Spaded tail

Scars all over his body and a chunk taken out the top lobe of his left ear

Short horns, like the ones on the masks but blends with his charcoal skin fully

Smells like cinnamon and wood smoke

Rain

Black hair, fluffy and the same length as with human glamor but when he's upset in any ways, it starts to like actually dampen. Depending on how mad he is equals how wet his hair is

Blue eyes

His tail has scales on the spade of it, like a mermaid's tail

Tends to stay near water like a lot because it calms him. When he is away from water for a long time, he gets anxious. Always get the hotel room with a bath while on tour

Also has short horns like Dewy's except his aren't smooth, they have ridges to them and fade to a soft white at the very tip

Smells like dewy mornings and thunderstorms

Aether

Midlength, light brown hair, usually has the top half tied back and the bottom hairs are out cause he's stylish like that

Purple eyes cause he's cool like that

Spaded tail

He's generally very calm because he's an air ghoul so he doesn't get upset often, but when he is, the air near him seems like it's moving and things will fly off shelves and move near him (but he will be very careful with fragile objects, he hates getting in trouble by Papa or Sister Imperator)

Speaking of objects flying, he does have telekinesis. So, yeah.

Thick boy with thick horns! He's got bison horns, just not as pointy or long

Smells like fresh flowers

Mountain

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE HEADCANONING MOUNTAIN

Short combed back brown hair, like look that up and that's exactly what he has. Very soft

This boy has green eyes, but the more calm he is, the deeper the green. When excited or angry they are bright neon green

Speaking of angry - when he, in the off chance, does get angry, you can feel a slight shake in the ground you're standing on if you focus hard enough

Spaded tail

Those curled sheep horns and they fade into a light grey, but not too light!

Smells like pinewood and new books

Swiss

Curly brown hair - short pretty curls but a deep brown and he has stubble for a mustache and beard (basically like his human glamor)

Purple eyes

Shaded tail

Usually very playful and upbeat so he hardly gets upset, but he gets really overwhelmed when he's upset, like hide away because he's overwhelmed type of way

Short horns like Dewy's but duller

Smells like leather

Sunshine

Short brown hair, very floof and curl

Yellow eyesss

Spaded tail, but hers is curved more at the tip

We don't really know her element - but c'mon - Sunshine?? I headcanon her as a fireghoul

She is very very warm and has the same thing as Dewdrop with cooling to nothing when sad and the air and her gets very hot when excited or mad

She's a calm sweetheart though, but she is a victim to her own element at time and gets angry every once in a while

Short horns but dull and has ridges

Smells like Sunflowers (you had that coming) and honey

Cirrus

Blue eyes

Wavy, silver hair that reaches the nape of her neck

Spaded tail

Actually very short-tempered for an air elemental but she has learned to control herself when getting upset - doesn't launch things like Aether

She has horns like a springbok, but maybe half the size (the photos I'm referencing have long horns, so think of shorter ones)

Smells like pumpkin pie and whipped cream; I don't know why but she does in my head

Cumulus

Very long, wavy hair, a dark grey color and to her hips

She has purple eyes

Never gets upset, the most you can milk is jealousy or sadness

There have been few accounts of her being angry, and it is always for the best reason, and she gets fucking mad. Like not launching marble statues but she is like a mini moving tornado and has to go outside cause she doesn't even have the control to not break shit

She has the curled sheep horns like mountain, hers fade to a light grey

Smells like raspberries and pancakes

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Masterlist

[natsuki208]

Bluebird’s Special Day! 💒

Time flies so fast, doesn’t it? Sebastian feels like it was yesterday when he brought his little baby boy into his arms for the first time, and now he’s seeing him walk down the aisle with the love of his life.

The sky is clear blue and the sun is brighter than ever; perfect weather for such a special occasion today.

Sebastian Michaelis is overwhelmed with complicated emotions, he’s been feeling like this for the past few days. On one hand, this is the most proud he has ever been, but on the other the sense of sadness can’t be avoided. It can’t be helped since today’s the day when his son will finally be wedded.

It still feels like yesterday when Sebastian held his child in his arms for the first time; so tiny and fragile, those big blue eyes looking up at him as to say he needs him. The first time he smiled and giggled play in his mind, his first word being ‘Papa’ ring in his ears, they were very rare times in Sebastian’s life where he felt genuinely happy.

Now they’re all only memories to hold onto.

Sebastian’s thoughts are suddenly interrupted by a dirty blonde man waving his hand in front of his face.

“Ya feelin’ okay, Sebastian?”

The demon looked ahead in surprise, the faithful chef Bardroy is giving a concerned expression at him.

“*ahem* Yes, I’m doing alright. I was merely scheduling the plans in my head.” Sebastian casually lies to the man in front, spreading a fake smile on his lips.

“Okay. It seemed to me that there’s somethin’ troublin’ ya…”

“I said I’m fine. Is that clear?”

Bardroy quickly nods. Sebastian can’t help but notice that the dirty blonde is carrying his typical flamethrower in his hand, his fake smile fades away and crosses his arms disappointedly.

“What are you planning to do with that this time?”

“Oh, this? Ah reckon it can be useful to bake the wed-din cake much faster. We do have a lot to do today.” He smirks proudly, ready to demonstrate his so called advantage.

Before he can do anything, Sebastian grabs the flamethrower right out of Bardroy’s grip. “No. You are not starting a fire on the most important day of my son’s life.”

“Huh? But…”

“No excuses. Now do please follow the recipe book like a normal chef would. Everything has to be perfect.”

The glaring red eyes sends a shiver down the man’s spine. He sighs in defeat. “A-Alright.”

The demon leaves him be now for him to get started, he would assist but shamefully has other errands to attend to. He then talks to Mey-Rin who’s been struggling to get her bride’s maid dress on for hours, he calls in Paula to help and later fix her mess of a hairstyle properly. He tries his best not to hurt Finny’s feelings to insists on being the flower girl (because he likes flowers) and quickly states ‘It’s not traditional, but sure.’ which made the boy really happy. Lastly, checks to see how his new daughter-in-law is feeling, it’s informed to him Elizabeth Midford is both overjoyed yet anxious so he passes on the message that everything will be okay.

~

Now that all preparations are complete, Sebastian goes outside for a moment to compose himself. All the guests are now arriving one by one including Elizabeth’s family and other people his son is close to.

The sun is just in the right place in the sky: nearly setting causing the sky to become bright orange. This reminds Sebastian of those days where his little bluebird would always get tired at this time of day and he then carried him off to bed, humming a little lullaby. Even after all these years, after every trial and error, the demon can never regret the decision he made to take his human child in as his own. Not even now where it all comes to an end.

He continues to stare at the sunset until he heard the sound of footsteps approaching him. Sebastian turns around and the very person he’s thinking of is standing before him - his son Ciel Phantomhive. The young man is wearing his finest suit, his hair is perfectly washed and brushed, and his face has the softest smile Sebastian has seen in a while.

“Hello father…” Ciel speaks quietly. The man’s eyes are full of joy and nervousness all at once, this immediately tells Sebastian that he wants to speak with him. But first he wants to admire his son’s groom wear.

“My Ciel, look at that velvet suit. You look remarkable in it.”

“Th-thank you. D-Do you mind if I chat with you before the ceremony?”

Just as he predicted. “But of course, about what?”

Ciel steps closer to allow his father to hear him better. “Well first off, I appreciate all the hard work you and the servants have put in to making this place perfect enough for today.” The honesty in his voice is crystal clear, but so is the sign of grief. “However… there’s been something bothering me recently.”

Sebastian shakes his head. “Look, I wanted to talk Finnian out of being the flower girl but he was insistent and…”

“No, not that. It’s…” He pauses. “I’m… I’m scared.”

The demon’s smile fades. Ciel barely shows any other emotions around people these days, even around him, so it’s surprising that he’s admitting the feeling of anxiety now. Sebastian goes full on parent mode and makes a assumption.

“My child. There’s no need to feel that way. You said it yourself that you feel deep affection for Elizabeth, and you admitted that you want to make up for putting your responsibilities before her. And of course you know she still feels the same for you no matter what, you two will be okay.”

Ciel looks down and the ground, still in sorrow. “Thank you, but… I-I was more of talking about you.”

Sebastian remains silent again.

“I know after we completed the contract that you then decided to not consume my soul, allowing me to live my life, but… do you really have to leave?”

Those memories from just a month ago comes back to the demon. After nearly nineteen years of raising his human child he couldn’t bring himself to take his soul, and so he risks letting him go and returning to hell. But poor Ciel wasn’t ready yet, so he made one last demand:

‘You are not allowed to leave until you’ve seen me on my wedding day! That is an order!’

So the two made their agreement and Sebastian thought that was it; but his son is still clearly fearful of what’s next for him.

Sebastian gives a soft smile and turns Ciel’s head back to him, staring kindly into his eyes including the one where the seal used to be.

“Ciel, you much more of a young man than you realise. You’re certainly much stronger than you were years ago, yet you still have a life to live. Surely it’s more personal feelings as to why I spared your soul, but my point still stands. I was told before that being a father means doing the best you can for your child, and I already starved myself for the first ten years raising you and I will gladly go through it again just for you.”

Tears began to fill in Ciel’s eyes. He tries to form a smile to distract from it though.

“It’s like I just said; you’re going to be okay.”

The fatherly tenderness gets to the blue haired man. Ciel shakily steps forward and the two men embrace for roughly one last time. If Sebastian were human it would be the moment where he would share the tear shedding with his son, but even if he can’t physically do it he feels so deep down. They embrace for another minute until Ciel steps back a little - still wiping away tears.

“Thank you, father.” His smile is true this time.

“You sure are thankful today.”

“W-Well… look! The rest of the guests must be inside already. We must go as well, I refuse to keep Lizzy waiting.”

Both agree and head back inside the building. The ceremony begins as soon as Ciel walks up to the alter, and Sebastian sits with the rest of the crowd. At the moment when the beautiful young Elizabeth walks down the aisle alongside her bride’s maid, and when she gave her father-in-law a tiny wave, Sebastian doesn’t stop smiling. He watches as his little bluebird makes his first step into his own life with eyes full of hope and pride, it’ll most certainly be a moment he’ll never forget for eons onward. He even feels himself slightly choking up as the priest says the following words:

“We are gathered here today to join Ciel Phantomhive and Elizabeth Midford in their marriage.”

[unluckyhoneybee]

How would Pierre be like on his summer vacation with you and your kids? :)

Oh that dear photo dump

Pierre is a family guy. He has a big family and wants to spend the most time with them.

Just imagine, you had a little girl, who is currently almost 3. Your boy is only a few months old.

Pierre would love to spend this time with his kids because he misses them a lot.

The sun was warm and the boat moved gently. He had his eyes closed and Thomas was laying on his broad chest peacefully sleeping. Pierre had his eyes closed and he could hear you talking to his mum. Marie was playing with her cousin, who was almost her age. He felt so so in peace. Your hand was softly playing with his hair and he could feel Thomas's steady breath and even the boy drooling, which he found extremely cute.

"Papa!"

Marie jumped on his legs and patted his abdomen.

"Swim!"

Pierre opened his eyes.

"Do you want to swim, petite?"

"Oui!"

"Let's go swimming then."

He was soon on the water with his daughter while you feed the baby. He was trying his new cereal food and was loving it, but his blue eyes were on his dad and sister playing on the water.

"Be careful, Pierre! She is too young" Grandma was a bit worried of her little girl in the sea, but you were sure Pierre was taking a good care of her. He was the one who worried the most.

"Maman, she is okay!" He answered laughing, he of course had the little girl close and hadn't let go for a single moment. "Are you?"

"Yes!"

Marie had his eyes, blonde curls and a cute nose. Thomas hair was a bit darker but he had those blue eyes too. They looked like him so much that it was scary.

He spend a good time with her on the sea before the little girl started shivering.

He put her in a towel and cuddled her on his chest. She was happy on her towel burrito, sitting on Papa's lap.

You took a picture of them and Pierre looked happily at you. He loved pictures. He wanted to have them for memories for the future.

Meanwhile, Thomas had gotten himself all dirty with his food ad was laughing.

"Look at your brother, cherie."

"Messy..."

You laughed.

"He is so messy, right?"

Soon you had cleaned the little boy and sleep was pulling from Marie. She was still cudding with Pierre but now laying on his side.

Thomas was a bit jealous of his sibling because he made grabby hands at Papa.

"Come here" You sat Thomas on Pierre. "Sunscreen first, Maman" Pierre told you.

Sitting next to him, you passed him the bottle and between the two of you, you put the cream to the boy, who was really ticklish and wouldn't stop laughing.

Pierre laid him on his chest again and the boy sighed happily.

"You too"

You chuckled and laid on his other side, laying you hand on his abdomen and head on his chest.

"I love you so so much, I would stay here for ever."

You kissed his cheek and he returned a kiss on your lips. Let's say that Mama Gasly took three thousand pics that obviously he added to his photo dump because he loved his family and spending time like this with them.

[writingsofwesteros]

https://www.tumblr.com/writingsofwesteros/735363706205208576/httpspinit5fcrqg3-why-does-he-look-so-loving

I am setting a scene for this

One of Stev and Tywin's daughters is wandering in Casterly Rock and comes to stand in front of The paintings of The old ladies and lords.

One catches her eye because well, that's definitely her Papa but not her mama. She is only 8. So she knows about Joanna but being so young she hasn't thought of It too much; just on The perspective that she has 2 uncles and an aunt who are actually her half siblings.

"you're late for our lesson, young lady" her papa's Voice startles The girl but she quickly calms smiling bashfully.

"I'm sorry, Papa. I got stuck", she says truthfully.

Tywin notices what she is looking at and kneels down next to her. "Looking at this I presume?"

"she is Joanna, right pa? Uncle Jaime's mama", she asks innocently her favourite uncles name coming to mind first. Her biggest supporter in her reading problems, If you don't count her mama of course.

"she is", tywin says face unreadable. Looking at his late wife, he feels great sadness but also contentment. She is gone, she has been gone for a long time, and he has found a new way to look at Life.

Little Ariella's face goes sad putting her little hand on her papa's shoulder. "If she hadn't died you wouldn't be with mama"

"We do not know, and frankly the what if's are not the thing a wise young lady spends their time thinking of in these situations"

Ariella looks displeased with her Papa, making tywin smile on The inside. Her displeased face so much like her mothers.

"Do you love mama?", she suddenly asks. Tywin looks off guard, not liking The L-word that much, nor The idea of discussing such things.

But then he looks at ariella. His sweet girl, hair thick like her mothers, dirty blonde like his own. And eyes wide and brown like stev's. Little lopsided dimple she had too, when she smiled, just like stev's. And then there was The laughter that he recognized to Be a little replica of his own.

This is when The loving look comes to his face. "Your mama turned my life upside down"

"and?"

"and what?"

"say you love her!"

"do not talk to Papa like that you pushy young lady, but yes I love mama. And that is why she-" he starts pointing to Joanna "can rest in peace. And I will never ever listen to someone comparing her and mama, am I clear? Your mama deserves better"

"yes Papa", ariella says happily her dimple showing, as she leans to hug her Papa.

Their daughter is too damn cute!!

she is", tywin says face unreadable. Looking at his late wife, he feels great sadness but also contentment. BLESS!!

[stardustandash]

Last of the Febuwhump fics is here! Prompt is Killing in Self-Defense. Pre-Jedi Fallen Order & kinda dark, I hope u like it!!

Words: 2000

Tags: Blood, Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Emetophobia, Child Death

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Is It Justified?

The village is dusty, dirty, and silent. It feels lonely through the Force. Cal doesn’t like it. Every whisper of the wind, every creak of a door in its frame, puts Cal on edge. He drifts father and father behind his men. Twitch and Sunny are bickering back and forth in front, and Arson, Nix and Patch flanking them on parallel streets.  They were droid hunting after the big battle, or they were supposed to be. Cal suspected Master Tapal had assigned Cal and his squad this task since it was so far from the battlefield and gave them little opportunity to get into trouble. The village, though on a Separatist planet, had been abandoned before the battle started, and Cal didn’t know what use droids would have for it, aside from some cover. But it wasn’t as if they needed to stop for healing or rest. Any droids would be long gone back to the Separatist stronghold Master Tapal had gone to investigate.

Still, Cal can’t help but be on edge. There’s something he’s missing. His hand drifts towards the hilt of his lightsaber, the cool metal of the grip a comfort. At least he isn’t hanging off of Sunny’s arm on missions anymore. He’s twelve, almost thirteen. Too old to be scared by empty villages and the wind. Master Tapal had even said that he was thinking of letting him lead his squad on his own mission on the next campaign. If he got scared now, then he’d never get to prove himself.

The Force pulls at Cal. A stinging wrongness that adds to the unease. Neither Twitch or Sunny seem to feel the same as their blasters hang loose in their grips to the point that Cal should say something about attention or duty, but finds the words stuck in his throat and taken by the wind.

Cal feels the Force nudging him towards a narrow path between the houses. There’s something there. He glances ahead to Twitch and Sunny and debates whether he should say something. Even before the thought finishes forming his ears turn red with embarrassment. He can handle whatever it is. He has to. It’s probably just some kind of rodent or a pet left behind. He creeps towards the space, one hand on his lightsaber and halfway to unhooking it. There’s a small sound of something rustling or shifting and Cal swallows down his fear and jumps out of the space into the street beyond.

A girl stares back at him. She only comes up to his shoulder and her head is a mess of dirty blonde hair. A battered brown stuffed toy dangles from her hand, so ragged at this point Cal can’t tell what it is supposed to be. She looks up at him with fear in her eyes and Cal is so taken aback he almost ignores the warning in the Force.

The Force screams, and Cal turns with his lightsaber in hand to meet the threat. A man stands towering over him with a knife in hand. Cal doesn’t think, he just reacts. The green blade of his lightsaber appears on the other side of the man before Cal even realizes he’s run him through.

The girl screams. It’s wordless at first but it eventually forms into anword Cal can recognize: “Papa!”

Cal’s stomach drops. His lightsaber falls from his grasp. The man lets out one last, groaning breath as he collapses, still and unmoving.

The girl rushes to her father’s side with tears running down her face. Cal’s mind is both blank and chaotic. He steps forward, wanting to offer apologies or comfort or something to the girl. He’s so off guard he doesn’t see the glint of metal nor feel the warning through the Force. He only sees the girl’s face harden as she throws herself at him. She tackles him around the middle, and Cal is taken aback at the movement. She’s wrapped him in an odd sort of hug, except her fist is uncomfortably trapped between them. When she staggers back Cal can see the blood on her hands. Her father’s blood. Guilt settles uncomfortably in his stomach. He killed someone. He killed a girl’s father right in front of her. The guilt burns in his stomach. Cal presses a hand against it and tries to take a shaky step forward.

“I’m sorry,” says Cal, voice weak and wet. “I’m sorry.”

The girl raises her bloody fist and Cal sees the glint of metal. At the same time he becomes aware of the wetness on his fingers where they are pressed against his stomach. It takes his mind a minute to connect those two things. Cal’s knees go weak and he stumbles, not quite sure where he’s trying to go. It doesn’t matter, as he doesn’t get more than one shaky step before he’s falling to his hands and knees. Distantly he registers the sound of blaster fire and a soft thump just as his arms give out and he faceplants onto the dirt.

There’s the sound of duraplast boots running towards him and then there are hands flipping him over and Cal’s looking up at Sunny. His helmet is off, Commander Gamut would yell at him, but Cal is glad that can see Sunny’s face, even if it’s twisted in worry. The others stand around them with blasters ready. Arson has one hand on the side of his helmet and Cal can hear him faintly as he comms out.

“General, Commander Gamut. We have a situation in sector two-three-five. Commander Kestis is down, we need a medic immediately.”

Cal can’t hear the other side of the conversation, but he feels the clones around him tense.

“I don’t know if we have that kind of time, Sir,” says Arson in a tight voice.

“Don’t pay attention to them Cal, you’ll be fine,” says Sunny as he pats Cal’s face. “You didn’t get stabbed anywhere important, so you’ll last long enough to get medical attention.”

“Sunny, not helpful,” growls Twitch.

“What?”

Cal blinks. Sunny is getting a little blurry and his eyes slide past him as his neck goes limp. There are two unmoving lumps in his vision. One is small, with a smudge of blonde hair. The girl. Cal remembers the sound of blaster fire and a sick feeling rises in the back of his throat.

“Hey, hey, eyes on me, kid,” says Sunny. His hand cups Cal’s face and turns him away from the unmoving bodies.

“I got a stim,” offers Patch. “Won’t do much but it’ll keep him going until a medic can make it to us.”

“It won’t hurt,” says Nix.

There’s a pinch, then a cool sensation slides over Cal. Everything snaps into clarity and Cal’s thoughts start screaming as his stomach starts burning worse than anything he’s ever felt. He groans and tries to roll, but hands stop him. Twitch and Sunny are holding him, their hands burn against his cheeks and his stomach.

“Let me up,” Cal begs. “Let me up.”

“Not a chance, Commander,” says Twitch.

“The General and Gamut are on their way to our position,” adds Arson. “You just focus on staying alive for now.”

Cal feels the dampness in the corner of his eyes and tries to blink it away. His stomach is burning and all he wants is his room on the Brave, with his soft, non-regulation blanket and his stuffed tooka and the feeling of a thousand lives around him in the Force.

“Oh, you’re alright kid. Don’t worry. We’ll get you patched up in no time. And if not, well, it’s not like you’ll have to worry about it,” says Sunny as he thumbs a tear from Cal’s cheek.

“Not helping!” says a chorus of similar voices.

Cal almost smiles through the pain, but his eyes once again fall on the still bodies next to them. With the stim in his system Cal can see the blackened holes in the girl. Blaster bolts. They’d killed her. To save him, yes, but they killed her. Revulsion burns in his throat and his stomach heaves. Twitch barely manages to get Cal onto his side before he vomits up what rations he’d had for breakfast and a spattering of blood. He coughs, then gags again as the movement tears at the bloody hole in his stomach. Tears are streaming down his face in earnest now, whether from the pain or the sorrow at being the cause of two needless deaths, Cal can’t tell. The brief bout of clarity from the stim is wearing off and his thoughts are starting to go fuzzy around the edges again.

He can hear Twitch and Sunny murmuring platitudes to him but he can’t focus on the words. Everything is too much. Too loud, too painful, too sad. Even the hand rubbing his back feels like its grating his skin, yet he doesn’t want it to stop. The smell of bile burns in his nose from his own sick and Cal wiggles as far back as he can from it while trapped in place by the two clones.

Cal tries to collapse into himself, to try sinking into that meditative state where the world feels far away. What he probably does is pass out for a while as he comes back to reality with tears staining his face and a familiar comforting presence in the Force blocking out everything but the feeling of safety. Cal reaches out blindly until his hands feel the soft, worn fabric of Master Tapal’s robes and he clings to them with all the strength he has left. Master Tapal pulls him into his arms, and when Cal’s brain catches up to his body being maneuvered, he is held tight against his Master’s chest where he can hear his heartbeat and feel his Master’s support through the Force.

“It is faster if I take him to the medics than wait for them to arrive,” says Master Tapal. Cal feels the words rumbling through his chest rather than hearing them with his ears.

“Sir!” a chorus echoes around him.

Then they are moving. The motion doesn’t hurt or make Cal sick. Instead it soothes him like the rocking of a boat. He turns and tucks his head into Master Tapal’s chest. The guilt is still eating at his stomach, as if the knife pressed it into him and it’s spreading from the hole it left behind.

“Peace, Padawan,” Master Tapal murmurs.

“I killed them Master, and they didn’t have to die,” mumbles Cal. The words are no doubt muffled by the fact that Cal’s face is pressed into his Master’s robes and thick with emotion, but he knows Master Tapal understands anyway.

Master Tapal walks on silently for a minute. Cal frets internally in the silence. What if Master Tapal doesn’t want him anymore because of what he’s done. What if he’s done so much wrong he can’t be a Jedi anymore.

“They are dead because of you, yes,” says Master Tapal slowly. “They did not have to die, and their deaths are a tragedy. It is good that you feel this way. However, they attacked you, they hurt you. If it is a choice between you and them, I want you to pick you every time, Padawan. The only way to hold the line against the darkness is to be the line. If you die, the darkness wins.”

“Yes, Master.”

“I will give the same talk to your men as well. When you are better, we will also meditate on this topic.”

Cal nods against Master Tapal’s shoulder. The words haven’t done much to ease the sick feeling in his stomach, but he’s also too tired to focus much anymore. The arms holding him tighten around him and the swaying cadence of Master Tapal’s steps increases. He sinks into their warmth and the comfort offered. He doesn’t feel better about anything, but at least his Master is here, and Master Tapal always knows what to do.

[lumiereandcogsworth]

big random, but do you have any actors in mind for who you'd cast as Adam and Belle's kiddos? 👀

honestly not really! i have big aesthetic boards for all of them on pinterest though, so i think about Their Vibes a lot. both in physical appearance and in personality/interests. BUT! that being said, here’s some things:

for renée, i honestly do think she looks a LOT like belle. belle will always insist she sees adam in her, (usually when she scowls and rolls her eyes) but gosh, the girl looks so much like her mama. i found this young pic of emma watson one time and i was like RENÉE!!! the differences are mostly in her hair. she has very blonde hair like adam when she’s little. and it does get darker as she grows up, but never as dark as belle’s. she’s somewhere in the dirty blonde / sandy blonde / light brown limbo that lots people live in, lmao. AND renée almost Always has her hair up, like these photos. braids and buns !! belle does it a lot for her when she’s little (often putting flowers in her hair too🥰) but she eventually learns to do it on her own. (though… i think even when she’s older, she still Prefers the way mama does it 💖 it’s a bonding time for them). oh also, renée is very short :] belle is 5’5 and renée only makes it to 5’2 😔 a gene she inherited from adam’s mother, her namesake, who was also around that height. being the eldest daughter but shortest member of the family is rough, but she’s being so brave about it ���

for juliette, i think the person she looks MOST like is actually adam’s mother! (that’s the fourth photo, harriet jones). i found this first photo also randomly on pinterest, no idea who this gal is, but it really screams juliette to me💚 juliette’s hair is long and wavy and dark brown, and it (conversely to her sister) is almost always down, because braiding and buns are a sensory nightmare for her. she doesn’t have any freckles, which is different than renée & reecy, and she has her grandfather’s beautiful green eyes 🥰 and for height, i think she’s about 5’6? maybe just a smidge taller than her mama.

and last but never least, maurice! now, the thing i know for SURE, is that he looks so much like his papa. everyone has been telling him that since he was a kid! he cannot talk to a single grownup without them mentioning to him at least once that he looks Just Like His Father. ESPECIALLY if they actually Knew adam when he was that age. which happens a lot. and in general this doesn’t bug reece at all, because his father is his hero and if i think more about that i’ll start crying.

but anywayyy i think maurice’s most prominent feature is his absolutely unruly blonde curls. it cannot be tamed!! which is actually very reminiscent of his grandfather maurice’s younger twin brothers, félix and nicolas. their hair was dark, like maurice’s, but the CHAOS of the hair, it’s all the same. maurice tells his grandson that he reminds him of them one day, and it makes him feel SO SPECIAL. and! unlike his sister, reecy actually remains blonde his whole life, just like his papa. it definitely gets a Little darker/sandier, the same way adam’s has, but he’s still much blonder than renée when they’re both adults.

that photo on the right is rudi goodman, who was the original casting for young adam! (i discuss that more here, for anyone reading who cares) and gosh, i look at that photo and i just SEE REECY. it’s crazy to me. reecy is all blonde curls and blue eyes and freckly cheeks and a big smile. he looks like this emoji -> 😁 all the time. beloved golden retriever boy. adam always insists that that is 100% belle’s beautiful smile 🥹☀️ alsoooo fully grown he’s like 6’2, which is even taller than adam, who is 6’. adam Does Not like being shorter than his son, but such is the lovely way of life 💛