#i think he was a good enough dad although towards the end he did some weird stuff

[thelien-art]

Nerdanel, the wise

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

Dress Up: Part 3 Preview

Hope you enjoy this preview for Part 3 babes and please don't kill me!

No active warnings but you may be able to infer some things by the end hehe~

As promised, Lucifer behaved himself for the rest of the reception. He was always very good about keeping his promises with you. Although, you had piqued his curiosity when you had mentioned the little "proposition" you had for him later in the evening. He was insatiable. And you loved it!

"C'mon, love, at least give me a hint!" Lucifer begged while you were in between conversations with the hotel patrons. "Do you think it's fair to keep secrets from your husband?" He latched onto your waist and pressed a kiss to your cheek, a little laugh escaping your lips. "I'll just keep kissing you until you tell me!" Sure enough, he began to pepper small pecks across your face, finally forcing you to push him away gently.

"All good things to those who wait, Lucifer," you teased, taking his one hand and leading him towards the bar. "We just have to say goodbye to a few more people, okay? And you're one to talk! You still haven't told me where we're going for our honeymoon!"

He chuckled, bringing your hand up to his lips. "I'm the Devil, sweetheart; deception is in my job description, or so I've been told." You rolled your eyes playfully and made your towards your new daughter-in-law.

"Charlie!," you greeted, bringing her into a warm embrace. "Thank you for this. You did an incredible job. This was everything I could have hoped for and more."

"Oh, there's no need to thank me!," Charlie beamed. "Everyone here worked super hard to make sure everything turned out perfect!"

"You're too modest, Charlie dear," Lucifer complimented. "Anything you touch turns out absolutely perfect. And I shouldn't expect anything less from my little girl!"

"Thanks, dad. I-I love you two so much!" Charlie's eyes started to well up with tears as she brought you both in for a hug. "Oh, dad! Did you tell her about the surprise?!"

Lucifer shook his head. "I haven't, but we're just about to head out right about...now!" With a snap of his fingers, a portal appeared behind the trio. You went to turn your head but Lucifer used his hand to turn your face back towards him. "No peaking!" Without warning, you felt your legs give out beneath you as Lucifer scooped you up into his arms, cradling you against his chest and smiling down at you. “Thank you all for a wonderful day,” he called out to everyone. “It’s certainly one we’ll never forget. We’ll be back in a few days time. PLEASE don’t burn the hotel down while we’re gone!” He turned around to face the portal and leaned down towards you. “Close your eyes for me,” he whispered against your ear. You did as he said and let your eyelids fall.

You felt the subtle jostling of Lucifer’s movement as he carried you through the portal. He only took a few more steps before he stopped completely. Wherever you were, you felt a slight breeze hit your skin. You guessed you must be outside somewhere. But Lucifer’s footsteps sounded like they were hitting tile flooring. Before you could try to rationalize further, you felt your husband’s lips graze your earlobe.

“You can open your eyes now,” he cooed.

Your eyes shot open, Lucifer’s grinning face was the first thing you saw as he finally set you back down on your feet. You were right about being outside. Kind of. You were on a balcony. The footsteps you heard earlier made sense now. But you saw something else that had completely caught your attention. The sky above you wasn't red. It was a deep blue. You turned to Lucifer in confusion. "Where are we?"

"Surprise!" he nearly shouted, gripping your hips and twirling you around before placing you back down. "Welcome to the Lust ring, my darling!"

You blinked at him a few times before looking back over the railing, smiling eagerly. "So this is what you've been hiding from me?"

"It is," Lucifer spoke as he pulled you flush to his chest. "Do you remember how I said that you're no longer bound to the rules that govern sinners? This is part of that deal! You're free to travel anywhere as my Queen, and that includes the other six rings of Hell! Not that I would recommend most of them. But Asmodeus-"

"Wait, Asmodeus?" you questioned, "The Sin of Lust?"

"Yes! Although I usually just refer to him Ozzie. He's one of the only Sins I get along with. But anyway, he's the one who put us up in this lovely room for the next few days. I told him I was getting married and well, he practically insisted on letting us use his Honeymoon Suite at the hotel he owns here. Told me I needed to 'put the room to good use'." Lucifer flashed a smug grin before leaning in to capture your lips. He picked you up once more and carried you over to the too-large heart-shaped bed, setting you down on the soft dark purple bedsheets. "So, my angel has a 'proposition' for me?"

Suddenly your cheeks felt burning hot. To be honest, you haven't given your own proposition much thought before this. But that week without any intimacy nearly drove you up the wall and your mind created scenarios that you never even considered before. You regret mentioning it in the first place, but it was too late to turn back now. "W-Well, yes, I do...I mean, I did. I umm...it's..."

Lucifer laughed and sat himself down next to you, his hip connecting with yours. "Now what could possibly have you so tongue tied?," Lucifer teased as you looked away from him. "You don't have to be embarrassed, love! Whatever it is, I'm sure I can handle it! I don't think there's anything you can suggest that would scare me away." He brought his hand under your chin and turned your head towards his wanting expression. "Please tell me!"

You sighed shakily. "And you won't freak out?"

"Now when have I ever freaked out?" You cocked an eyebrow at him. "Ok, fair point. I promise you that I won't freak out."

You inhaled a few short breaths before speaking. "Youcanduplicateyourselfright?" you blurted out rapidly, making Lucifer pause.

"Duplicate myself?," he repeated, rubbing the back of his neck. "Uhh, yeah I can. But what does that have to do with...o-oh...OH! UMM...S-SHIT!"

"Hey, you said you wouldn't freak out!"

Lucifer shook his head rapidly. "Freaking out?? Who's freaking out?! Not me! Certainly not me! I'm cool, I'm alright, I'm fine! It's just uhh...I..." He laughed nervously, failing to reign in his sudden panicked reaction. But for some reason, he couldn't seem to stop smiling.

You reached down to cup his hands in yours. "Luci, listen, if that's not something you're wanting to try, that's totally alright! I'd never ask you to do something you that would make you uncomfortable! That's why we talk about everything beforehand! Please don't worry about it." You smiled and cupped his face in your hands to press a light kiss on his lips.

"I never said "no" now did I, darling?," you heard a familiar soothing voice echo behind you.

[impactedfates]

I want to see an alternative ending of blades child reader of instead of running away they actually stayed in their room and kept quiet continue to ignore blade

A/N: Alternate Version to Dad Blade coming right up!! Once again, this isn't how I interpret him, how he acts in the fic is due to what the original request stated about him.

W.C: 806

Warnings: OOC Blade most likely, Blade is a bad dad. (If I missed anything please notify me)

Extra: Angst Ending (I think) // Reader didn't run away/pack their bags this time and stayed in their room instead // Added a screenshot of where I'm continuing from // Original Request here

Irreparable Mistakes - Platonic Dad!Blade x GN! Child! Reader

You heard him, you heard the knocking and you heard him warning you that he was coming in, you heard the door creak open slowly but you made no attempt to face him. You kept your back towards him as your duvet pulls over your form as well.

“...[Name]!...Oh thank aeons you’re okay...are you okay?”

He asks a bit softly, and although you couldn’t see it. You could tell his eyes were on you, eyes that had…softened. But you don’t dare reply. You’re still…mad about what happened. You had only wished to stop the endless training you would suffer from.

To get your father to be less strict on you. You know being family with a Stellaron Hunter, a criminal would be dangerous. You know that there’s a high chance someone may use you against him, and that he only wanted to make sure that you could protect yourself if said situation happens.

But it didn’t matter to you, all you wanted was one day, another day even to have a moment of tranquillity drift between you two. Where you two could talk, be happy…

Upon not getting a response from you in a while he slowly walked over and sat beside you on the bed, you felt the dip of his weight on the mattress.

“[Name]...I’m…sorry…I know I should’ve…”

“Then why did you continue?”

You stop him, talking coldly, slightly turning around and glaring at him, he paused and looked away. He knew the answer to that, but would it really be a good reason for what he did?

His silence made you turn back around, going back to not facing him at all. Silence filled the room, no words were exchanged but both people knew what the other was thinking. Both wanted to fix things, Blade wanted to repair his mistakes, his relationship with you.

But would he really be able to?

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“What’s this?”

“You…like this kind of plush…right?”

You looked at him and raised your brow, staring at the plush doll belonging to an old kids show you liked. You nodded slowly at the gift and whispered out a small thank you.

“But…I’m not 5 anymore”

“...Right…sorry”

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“[Name] darling!”

Called a voice from behind you, you sighed and put down your pen from what you were writing and looked at Kafka. She had insisted you call her auntie but…that can be hard when you found it difficult enough to consider your own father a father figure.

“Yes Kaf- Auntie?”

“Bladie wanted me to give this to you, you said you were looking for a new phone case?”

You raised your eyebrow and carefully took the seemingly custom made phone case from her hands. You carefully inspected it and nodded.

“...Tell him…thanks…”

Kafkas eyes softened on you, she seemed to know the reason for your attitude to Blade, and also the tension that was between the two of you. Carefully ruffling your hair, she sat next to you for a moment.

“Bladies trying his best you know…but it’s up to you to forgive him, but…whether you like it or not, he is still your father biologically”

You looked at her and nodded a bit, mumbling a soft ‘I know’

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Silverwolf came into your room, chewing on some gum as she held up the new game you two wanted to try out. Your eyes lightened up as you quickly tried to grab it, but she was quick to pull away, using her free hand to keep you at a distance.

“Careful! Blade just got it”

“...Father?”

“Yeah your emo dad”

You stopped trying to grab it and looked around, finally spotting a pair of red eyes looking at you before quickly leaving.

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You two stared at each other, your eyes looked away, not looking at your father. His eyes slightly opened in shock at what you had just called him.

You weren’t sure exactly what happened to let things come to this point. All you recall was that you were growing tired of Blade constantly trying to repair his relationship with you. So you comforted him about it.

It’s not that you weren’t…appreciative of his actions but…him getting you things you liked (sometimes things you only used to like), getting you things that you had asked for before…wasn’t the right way to get back your forgiveness.

No argument ensued just…as you were explaining to him there were better ways to get back your forgiveness, you weren’t thinking what you were saying but, you called him ‘Blade’. The name that his friends called him, his enemies…the name his own child shouldn’t have called him.

As soon as his name fell from your mouth, he knew he had officially messed up at being a good dad to you. But some mistakes are irreparable, and deep down he knew he only had himself to blame.

I feel like this could've been written better but I don't know how to fix it help. But anyways, I nearly got carried away with this alternative ending, hope you guys enjoy this :))

Next post will likely be a HC/Scenario post then I'll work on my final request :D

[geekywritings]

Drunken revelations

And another anonymous request finished because I was inspired :D If you have promts, quotes or something for Cal x reader shorts, send them over :D

Request: “Cal Kestis x drunk reader??? Fluffy and comfort maybe he finds out about something from her past cause she’s drunk and doesn’t register she’s saying it?”

I think I might have gone a little dramatic here, but fluff is always included ;)

________You didn’t often consume alcohol. And it showed.

You were sitting in Pyloon‘s Saloon with Bode, waiting for Cal to return from a little security round he liked to make around the place before the end of the day. The last thing you needed was the Empire finding your safe haven. Or more Bedlam Raiders causing trouble. Sometimes, you would accompany the Jedi on his patrols, but this evening you had helped out Greeze in the kitchen before being invited to join your other companion.

Bode was nice and always had exciting stories to tell. This evening, however, he was pensive and in clear need of someone to lend him an ear. He had spoken a lot about Kata, his daughter, revealing how much he missed her and how he regretted not being able to spend more time with her. This fatherly side was what warmed you to the man, as not many were as engaged as him.

During his little monologue, he had kept ordering drinks for the two of you, and out of solidarity, you had downed one glass after another with him. At first, you hadn’t felt anything, but after the third round, your head started to grow fuzzy.

Cal returned after the fourth, his face betraying a mixture of surprise, amusement and a little worry. He had never seen you in such a state.

“Cal… You’re back.”, you spoke, noticing that the control over your voice was slipping. “Was it fun?”

“Fun?”, he asked with a chuckle. “No. But at least it’s quiet.” He took a seat next to you, ordering something for himself as he joined your conversation for a while. Eventually, Bode said his goodbyes, wanting to record another story for Kata.

“He is such a good dad.”, you said, as the two of you watched the dark-haired man disappear through the door. Cal was about to agree when you tacked on a remark that had him raise his brows instead. “I am jealous of Kata.”

You were staring into your half-empty glass now, a longing expression on your face.

Cal cocked his head toward you, trying to get you to look at him and explain. Although the two of you had been dating for a few weeks now, after a rather surprising confession on the battlefield when you thought you were about to die, he knew nothing about your past. For good reason.

But you couldn’t keep it hidden forever either… and the alcohol was clearly loosening your tongue.

“I wish my dad had cared that much.”, you spoke, your eyes finally meeting Cal’s. A hand on your shoulder invited you to continue.

“He was too busy with his career. He had big plans… My mother and I… we just had to wait. Day after day after day. For a visit. For a message even. Sometimes we heard nothing for weeks until suddenly we were called to attend some event with him. He paraded us around and then forgot we existed again for weeks.” You were bitter and it showed.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”, Cal spoke softly, trying to be encouraging without knowing what to say. He couldn’t relate. He didn’t even know his parents.

“He did get his wish… he got that promotion… that position he had lusted after. And it made me hate him even more.”, you took another sip, even though you clearly had more than enough already. Cal knew that too and subtly pulled the glass away from you once you had placed it back down.

“You should hate me…”

The sudden change of topic startled the Jedi and he found himself blinking in surprise before scooting closer. A finger under your chin brought your face back in line with his after you had turned away. “Do you know what you are saying, Y/N?”

“I do… You should hate me. For who I am. For who my father is.”

“You are drunk. I’m taking you to bed.”, Cal decided, sliding from the bar stool, ready to pick you up, but your following words had him stalling for a moment.

“Tarkin… My real name is Y/N Tarkin.”

Cal’s hands stopped inches from you, as he just stared. He knew that name. The man was part of the top command chain of the Empire after all. Responsible for endless suffering across the Galaxy. And you were supposed to be his daughter? How?

He had met you as part of the rebellion. You were fighting the Empire with as much ferocity as he was.

“That’s not who you are as a person, though.”, he started slowly, allowing his initial feelings to settle.

“How do you know?”

“Because I see you, Y/N. I see what you do to fight him. I see how much you care about the people. I see how much you love me, even though we should be enemies if you truly were his daughter through and through.”

How could he say these things so easily? How could he trust you so much?

Because he loved you, your muddied brain slurred.

“You know what Merrin taught me? Where you come from doesn’t have to define you. You choose your own path in life… and you have clearly chosen yours.”

Tears were brimming in your eyes and you tried to move in for an embrace… just to almost lose your balance on the bar stool and hug the floor instead. Cal’s arms caught you just in time.

“I think I’m drunk…”, you whispered and despite the heavy topic a few seconds ago, Cal couldn’t hold back a chuckle.

“You very much are.”, he agreed. “Come, I’ll bring you to bed.”

“Your bed?”

“Ours.”And with that he hooked one arm under your knees and the other around your shoulders, picking you up with ease.

“I like that…”, you mumbled, head resting against his chest as he carried you downstairs to the room Greeze had prepared for him. The room he now shared with you.

“What do you mean?”

“This… All of this… You.”

He gave you a gentle smile, before leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Any other dark secrets you want to get off your chest?”, he asked, finally placing you down on the bed.

“Just one…”

Your eyes were feeling so heavy all of a sudden, the softness of the bed beckoning you to sleep.

“If I ever have kids… I want you to be their dad…” And with that revelation you drifted off, leaving Cal dumbfounded yet absolutely happy.

[overleftdown]

4th and final part to my farleigh analysis. most of this one is just ranting, since all of these scenes are fairly self-explanatory. i am plagued by thoughts and emotions.

[1:12:45] farleigh: i wouldn't do this! elsbeth: james is very upset. farleigh: you know that i... why would i do this!? elsbeth: i don't know! farleigh: i swear to god, this has to be a- elsbeth: enough! farleigh: there must be some kind of mistake, here.

oliver really did hit farleigh where it hurts, i suppose. farleigh remains committedly in control of himself; he knows when and where to say something, how carefully he needs to act in saltburn. he toes a line, but he somehow manages to stay on the right side of the cattons' affection. this, however, was a breach of that line. oliver attacked the cattons' trust in farleigh, in their confidence of his ability to remain compelling and non-threatening. maybe oliver was expecting this particular offense to be the end of their good graces towards farleigh, although it clearly wasn't.

[1:37:17] felix: i mean, the idiot! he had to have known that dad went to school with the chairman. venetia: i mean, talk about biting the hand. and mum and dad would give him anything he asked for. felix: yeah, well. obviously, he got sick of asking. venetia: that's ridiculous. he's more spoilt than we are. felix: i mean, come on vee, you have to admit. it's a little bit dark, him having to go to mum and dad with a beginning bowl. venetia: oh, boo-fucking-hoo. felix: already yes, fine, it was incredibly fucking stupid.

again, the irony of this situation is that farleigh really would never do this. it's interesting, how nobody questions it.

i also think it's important that venetia assumes the money would be for farleigh himself, and felix neglects to correct her. the conversation he references by specifically saying "begging bowl" had everything to do with farleigh's mother. the lack of familial privilege farleigh has is, also, a supposed racial bias. felix also neglects to mention this. the idea that farleigh could be implicitly discriminated against within saltburn is so deeply uncomfortable, so offensive, that felix can't even mention it as an objective discussion he had with farleigh. that's not surprising, though.

[1:25:30] oliver: have they seen you, yet? farleigh: not yet. oliver: yeah, they'll go ballistic. farleigh: i doubt it. they invited me. oliver: ohhh. farleigh: mmm... mmm. god, the look on your face. oliver: they can't have invited you. farleigh: oh, oliver. you'll never catch on. this place? you know, it's not for you. it is a fucking dream. it's an anecdote you'll bore your fat kids with for christmas. olivers once in a lifetime, handjob on a hay bale, golden big boy summer! and you'll cling onto it, and comb over it, and jerk off to it, and wonder how you could ever... ever, ever, ever get it back. but you don't get it back. because your summer's over. and so you... oh... you catch a train to whatever creepy doll factory they make olivers in. and i come back here. this isn't a dream to me. it's my house. so whatever happens, i always come back. try harder next time, baby.

god, this monologue. so much for me to chat about.

"this place? you know, it's not for you." farleigh has this obsession with the fact that oliver is an outsider. it's intentional, it's instinctive, because farleigh is an outsider all the same. it's strange, though, because this is still farleigh's family. this is his aunt, his uncle, his cousins, and the house he's lived in for at least a couple years. he shouldn't, reasonably, be an outsider. yet, he's treated as one. something kills me about how hard farleigh is fighting for a place to belong. and sure, the money, the lavish lifestyle, it's all great. i don't disagree that farleigh is motivated by the fact that he's never experienced the life of lesser wealth that he fears so much. but there's also so much love for felix and venetia and i'm sure, for elsbeth and james.

this makes the final portion of farleigh's monologue so relevant. this is that kind of foreshadowing where a character implies a happy ending before receiving the opposite of that. farleigh says "this isn't a dream to me. it's my house. so whatever, happens, i always come back." and he... doesn't! he does not come back, at least at the invitation of elsbeth or james. this was a dream for him, too. oliver just had to prove it, how easy it is to destroy everything farleigh has worked for since arriving at saltburn. the pocket in time that farleigh runs to when he doesn't want to go back to america and his mom.

[1:35:58] (they find felix's body, in the maze). farleigh and venetia destroy me, in this scene. the way farleigh reaches for her hand and pulls her into him. at 1:36:56, he pulls her into him again. they cling onto each other. sometimes i think about how much farleigh must have loved them and grieved them alone. how in the world do you cope with that?

[1:37:12] (pre-curtains closing) it's the way farleigh glances to felix's empty chair. it's the way that, even now, it's farleigh sitting next to felix's ghost. and he's trying his hardest, in this moment, to be very english about his emotions. great effort.

[1:39:28] farleigh: oh, my god. may i be excused, please? james: no. we haven't finished lunch. farleigh: the lunch is cold! what, you want me to just eat it like nothing's happening? elsbeth: what else is there to do, darling? farleigh: anything! anything! james: farleigh! will you be quiet!? sit down and eat the bloody pie! just eat it! eat it and shut up! eat the bloody pie! you're not the only person here with feelings. none of us wants your bloody american feelings.

i don't know if there's any singificance to this, but the same moment that farleigh cracks is the same moment that the footman behind him cracks.

of course, english repression vs american... normal...ness. "none of us wants your bloody american feelings" is, again, such a strong indication of how differrent farleigh is. he's family, yes. but he's different for a multitude of reasons. i also find it heartbreaking, how elsbeth speaks to him in this scene. she is visibly trying so hard to keep herself together and maintain a calmness while speaking to him. i really do wonder how close they were.

[1:40:10] farleigh: what the fuck are you still doing here? what, does no one else find it weird? no one else finds that weird? oliver: i wouldn't throw stones if i were you, farleigh. farleigh: excuse me? venetia: please, stop. james: what is he saying? farleigh: i, i have no idea. oliver: what i'm saying is, i would feel guilty, too. farleigh: guilty? oliver: if i was the one racking up lines on the night that someone died. farleigh: fuck you. oliver: that's not a denial. james: is that true? search farleigh's room. farleigh: no- james: get out. farleigh: no, wait- elsbeth: what's happening? farleigh: aunt elsbeth? elsbeth? james: don't you dare look at her. get out. i won't mention to this to the police, but that's all you'll get. nothing more, ever again.

and here is all it took to ruin farleigh. archie's acting in this scene is so potent it's kind of vomit inducing. the way he fidgets with his sleeves, the way he flinches and his lip quivers. farleigh is buried in a sweater. now, more than anywhere else, he looks so young.

for the first time in this movie, farleigh refers to elsbeth as his aunt. gah. not that elsbeth seems any more motherly than what i imagine farleigh's own mother to be, but goodness, he's begging for affection. i realize there's not much else to say about this scene other than how heartbreaking it is. i'm basically writing this post for my own self benefit; i gotta rant somehow! i wonder if farleigh did feel guilty for his actions that night. if he regrets sticking to his own agenda, avoiding felix and the rest of his family like the plague. if he regrets the competitive nature of it all; how quickly his need to be accepted took precedent over the genuine connection he had with felix. there's something so hopeless about learning how to lie.

i think, out of all the cattons, farleigh understood how much it all mattered. the money, the ease of summer, the companionship during school. just like oliver, he knew how to work, in his own way. farleigh knew what it felt like to be loved and ignored by the cattons, and by his own family in america. rararararararara.

[kentosbabes]

Hi how was your day! I hope it was good

(Everything from here is my daddy issues screaming)

Imagine nanami (maybe gojo and geto to if we’re feeling a lil silly)

With a reader who has daddy issues(self projection🧍‍♀️) both kinds…

The shouting and yelling one aswell as the distant one

Cause like yk my dad is in another country and when I do see him it’s really awkward and usually ends in some sort of fight

If I had to explain the relationship I have with my dad I would need a year cause it’s so complicated

BUT ENOUGH OF THAT LETS GET INTO THE ACTUAL STUFF

So I can’t really form relationships with men cause I’m scared I’ll get hurt again but when I do it hits me like a train wreck cause I get attached to older men so quickly

Literally any type of praise from men makes me start sobbing

At the end of the day I’m just an angry little girl who wants her daddy back

THATS THE SCRIPT BASICALLY

I just want nanami to praise me then comfort me as I cry about how much I hate and miss him All at the same time

Imagine how confused he would be when I start sobbing just cause he told me good job after I done something so small like waking up early then I explain that I’ve never felt that kind of fatherly love before and it just makes me crumble

Imagine how he would look at me when I start staring at a dad and his little girl being happy together not crying or anything just staring wondering why he couldn’t be like that and what I did wrong to make him so angry at me

this is so long I’m sorry if this is to long or to blunt 😅😅

OH MY I hope you're okay...

but I can relate in a way, having a father who isn't from here and had a difficult childhood means he often projects his own issues onto me. I'm also very similar to him and I do everything to try to live up to his standards but that means we often just clash and argue all the time. The need for praise is probably what led me here and my obsession with older men...ANYWAYS this is going to be very self-indulgent but I hope you enjoy <3

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After a long day at work, Nanami cannot wait to come home to you. Although he knows you may not be the happiest due to him working overtime again, he hopes he can make it up to you with lots of kisses.

Just as he anticipates your standing in the kitchen with music playing while you sir of what he assumes is his favorite food. You're dancing around with an apron that says 'I love my boyfriend' tied tightly to your body. 'Hey love' he says as he walks towards you, dropping his bags in the process. You turn and smile at him bringing him into a tight hug. 'you're in a good mood' he mumbles into your neck.

'missed you' you say pecking his cheek before focusing back on the dinner. Nanami wraps his arms tight around you and begins kissing you neck sweetly.

'It smells so good my love' he says his chin resting on your shoulder 'Your such a good cook'. You lay your head on his as you begin to plate up the dinner.

Nanami can't help but notice your change in behavior as he continues to praise your hard work. 'I'm so lucky, god your amazing' he practically moans out while he takes another bite of food. Usually, you blush and get all flustered at his praises, instead, you don't touch your food at all and begin playing with your fingers under the table.

He watches as you get up and begin to wash up the dishes. Nanami thinks it's because he worked overtime and how he hasn't been as present as usual. He pushes the thoughts of insecurity to the back of his mind and walks back up to you, helping dry the dishes. 'That was perfect baby thank you' he says whilst putting a plate away.

You sigh at his words. Thoughts of memories with your father flooding through your mind. How he would dance with you in the kitchen and feed you the food he cooks. All of the good and loving memories of him fade away as Nanami continues to praise you. As much as you appreciate his support you can't help the feeling of sadness that creeps up into you. The memories of the arguments and fights with your dad and the constant trying for his appriciation.

The feeling begins flowing through your chest and your surroundings begin caving in on you. Nanami watches as you drop everything and rush off to the bathroom. He finishes up the dishes deciding on giving you some space.

The tightness in your chest only begins to get worse and you find yourself being sick. The constant thoughts of your dad and how he made you feel mixed with the love and care you so dearly miss was overwhelming. Your boyfriend is quick to rush into the bathroom and soothingly rub your back.

He doesn't question you, he just pulls you into his chest and lets you cry. The feeling begins to ease as he softly rubs circles into your back. 'come on love, let's get you to bed' he says before helping you up and laying you in bed.

Nanami cleans up the bathroom and kitchen before joining you. His fingers draw patterns on your arm as you lay on your back facing the ceiling. You cant help the thoughts that invade your mind. The good and the bad memories of your dad mixed with the anger you have for him.

The memories of how he would take you to the mall after being gone for weeks to make up lost time. And how quickly that happiness would be ruined. The arguments about your grades and lack of support he provided. Then he's gone again, whether physically or mentally it would go weeks before the cycle then repeats itself.

The lack of appreciation and support he provided is what made you fall in love with Nanami. All he does is shower you with praises and compliments and makes sure to support you in everything you do. Yet this time it was different. You couldn't help but imagine how things would be different if your own father showed you the love and affection you deserved.

'whatever bothering you love stop thinking about it.' Nanami's voice snaps you out of your thoughts 'We will deal with it tomorrow, just get some sleep'.

'Kento' you say softly turning to look at him. he hums in response 'I love you'.

He smiles widely before pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. 'I love you to now get some sleep my love'. His words send you right to sleep. His gentle touches taking away the bad throughs and allowing you to fall softly to sleep.

-

'You're up early' Nanami says turning to look at you waddling out of the bedroom. You groan out in response, going to sit next to him on the sofa.

'You slept very well though, I'm proud of you' he says placing a soft kiss to your temple.

You don't know what flows through you at that moment. Whether it was anger or annoyance, you just felt like you wanted out of there. It was all getting too much. The memories and images of your father back flowing in your mind. The fighting and the screaming at one another. Just begging for his approval. You shove out of Nanami's hold moving to the other side of the sofa. 'babe what's wrong?' he asks reaching out for you.

'won't you just leave me alone' you mumble looking down at your hands. Nanami's expression is filled with confusion. He thought maybe you were just stressed yesterday and some sleep would help, but this was different. This wasn't who he knew, but that didn't mean he was going to stop trying to help. So he reaches out to you again.

But you're quick to get up from your seat and practically shout 'Leave me alone' before ranting on about how he's never home and you never see him and how bad it makes you feel.

Although slightly shocked Nanami still proceeds to reach out for you as you wave your hands around and shout. He can't shake the feeling that there is something else behind all of this. That he's somehow triggered a memory that has left you agitated.

'my love, it's okay' he says softly as he rises from his seat. 'I'm sorry I haven't been as present as usual, and I will do better from now on. I just can't shake the feeling that there's something else'

His hand reaches out for yours once more and his soft touch sends you over the edge as you begin sobbing into his chest. His arms wrap tightly around you as your clutch onto his pajama top. Your tears begin to wet his shirt but he doesn't care, he just wants to be there for you in any way he can.

After a while of holding you, your sobs begin slowing and he sits you down on his lap, rubbing circles onto your thigh. 'talk to me my love' his simple words, allows you to feel safe in his arms like he won't leave you like your father.

And so you explain everything, from the good memories from when you were young to the fights that happened when you got older. You tell him about the anger you still feel towards him but also how much you miss him and want to be his little girl again.

'oh my love that's horrible. You deserve all the love in the world and I will do everything to make sure you know that' he continues to comfort you through your breakdown until he has you giggling in his arms

'I'm serious my dad did that to me can you believe that?' he chuckles watching as you smile up at him. 'come on let's make pancakes and then maybe we can have a picnic, how does that sound?'

'it sounds perfect Kento, thank you' you say pulling him into a soft kiss.

Before you know it you're laying down in the sun with Nanami whilst he feeds you strawberries. Everything is perfect from the sweet strawberries to the way his hair softly blows in the wind.

Soft giggles can be heard not too far away and you turn to look where they're coming from. You see a young girl playing with her dad running around. Nanami is quick to notice your staring and brings a hand to your chin turning you so your eyes meet his own. 'I know that must bring such sad memories into your mind, but there's no point thinking what if, you wouldn't be the beautiful person you are today without it and I love you no matter any imperfections you think you have, to me your perfect'. He smiles down and softly kissing your lips before beginning to tickle you 'Now we've just got to make sure you know how deserving you are'.

we. you and him together. 'o-okay Kento stop that tickles!' you giggle out collapsing onto his chest.

[androdetective]

Montaña Bazofia spoilers

Tulio Triviño is one of the most popular 31 minutos characters. Which, of course he is, he's the main main character. He gets talked about a lot but what I don't see as much is people discussing his upbringing and Why He's Like That when his family is so different. We learn more about his family in the comic, Montaña Bazofia. Particularly his father, who is a bit infamous with people who are aware of him. I'll get to him soon enough. From the show, we know his mom is very supportive of him. She praised him very much. He is a mothers boy. We know she was one of the first watchers of the show. He seems to have a decent relationship with him. Although constant appraisal of her child could've influenced his ego, although there are many factors to a dysfunctional ego. One of which is having a dysfunctional upbringing. Which brings me to the topic of his dad. Tulios dad is terrifying, straight up. He is emotionally stunted and seems to have some anger issues. When Tulio went to visit him, to some extent, his anger towards Tulio was fair. Tulio abandoned his family and father to go get rich and have a news show. It was shown that ever since Tulio left, he has spent most of his time in his despacho. (Idk how to say it in English sorry) The way he showed his anger, was however honestly kinda cruel. When Tulio walked up to him (with great hesitation) he said that he hopes he leaves soon and never calls him his father again. He even told him he's dead to him and has disinheritited him. He didn't believe Tulio came back with wholesome intentions (Although he was right about that) he literally said "tell me why you're here or I'll kill you". After that Tulio soon asks him why he never accepted him. Tulio then tries to remember good times he's had with his father, only to come up with nothing. Which either implies he legimately did not have any good moments with him, or that he just doesn't remember. And neither are great options. Tulio isn't a great person. He's done shitty things to everyone, including his dad. But his dad has been doing shitty things to him for a long time. At the end of the comic, he reveals that he's watched all his shows and interviews. And has actually supported his career. He has a heartfelt moment (heartfelt in heavy quotation marks) where he reveals that during Tulios childhood, whenever he made fun of him, ignored him, critiqued him, and even pulled his chair often when he was about to sit, he did it because he loved Tulio the most. He even admits that it probably wasn't the best way to show it. And the thing is, Tulio was the only child he did this to apparently. (Jesus christ no wonder Tulios fucked) This treatment would just ruin a child's self esteem, no matter what. He had no reason to do any of those things. It didn't make Tulio stronger or anything, it just gave him issues. Combine a father that was mean and critical vs a mom that was super nice, I only wonder if that was what caused his ego dysfunctionality. In a flashback to kid Tulio in the movie, he was showing signs of a high ego. It happens in real life and yeah I'm aware I'm looking too deep into this, but the implications are hard to ignore. Tulios' father did love him, he was just not great at showing it by any means. He was hurt by Tulio's not so great actions but he's also done many not good things to Tulio. His dad does want to be there for him. I think he just needs to find way better ways of it. Tulio could've had a naturally high ego of course, but I think his childhood affected it even more. The back and forth between the two parenting methods seems overwhelming idk. This genuinely is fascinating to me and I wish there was more discussion on Tulio's father. Neither of them are the best people, but both in different ways. I think they'll have a rocky relationship for a long while more.

[freddief4gb34r]

How would Chop Top be as a father figure toward a teenage girl? Feel like he would kinda be a cool dad. Like maybe he found the girl after they killed her parents and he wanted to keep her because he kinda saw himself in her.

hmm this is actually a rlly good concept ty anon

« chop becoming a father figure to a teenage victim »

no pairings, entirely platonic (though mentioned sticks/peyton/chop), fluff, lowercase intended

it started when him and nubbins went to whack a couple who got a bit too close to drayton’s chili recipe

ask too many questions and you get slaughtered, easy job

but when they went in there and did their usual deed

you know, decapitating a couple and dragging their entrails all over the floor

they eventually come to find her.

they were entirely unaware that a child was present, somehow her ears managed to ignore the curdling screams of her parents.

maybe it was on purpose

who knows?

nubbins opts to just kill her, saying that her face would be pretty on bubba

but chop for some reason hesitates to agree

there’s something about that twinkle in her eye

it reminds him of someone

oh yea

him

there was something about her eyes and her jet black hair that reminded him far too much of himself

and why would he kill himself?

he just slapped her shoulder and looked at nubbins

“i-i think we can keep this one!”

“bu-but what about c-cook?”

“…”

“…”

“extra pair o’ hands.”

so they (stupidly) set off into the night with two corpses and a teenage girl who’s still in shock

by the time they’d reached what they called their home, the girl finally came out of it

she was obviously trembling and on the verge of tears

but chop would never let that stand!

he brought her to his room and played music, being dumb enough to leave her in there alone while he fought with drayton over it

by the time it ended and he went back, she did try to stab him with a bone

unfortunately, it stabbed his arm and he just kinda stared at it

“well that’s.. not good.”

got patched up and just decided it was fine??

he just went and info-dumped about music and the war and napalm

at least she got some insight onto why he was so.. him.

there was something comforting about how he rambled, it felt like.. home? oddly enough

eventually she learned to adapt and stay in this disgusting house

although she had some qualms about the food, a good broom whack to the head from drayton and a rough “sit down ‘n eat” was enough

she just kinda sucked it up and endured it

eventually she starts growing on this fucked up family

i mean, they came to find out that her house wasn’t very good either

hey, they may be cannibals but at least they dont hit you or something (well, 4/5 of em..)

drayton actually tries to keep his broom away because 1, shes just a teenage girl, 2, chop is kinda scary when he yells

she finds it quite nice when chop yells in her favor

when they actually start doing domestic things, chop is the funniest father

definitely loves embarrassing her in public

like if she tells him that theres someone cute he just dramatically turns around with a mortified face

his face was not the only thing mortified that day

he also for sure would tell her all about the war and how “good she has it” as a joke

he’d also say fake embarrassing memories about her to peyton and sticks while she’s there

and they have very funny back and forths due to chop’s 4th grader humor

“yo mama”

“my mom’s dead.”

“sucks to be you.”

“and whose fault is that?”

occasionally they end with “and who’s fault is that?”.. “mine😔..” and he walks away (squidward walking sound)

delightful little quips

he didn’t raise her to teen years, but damn she speaks fluent sawyer with all that shit-talk

they gossip in his truck about people she knew before they yoinked her off the grid

he also would be a very chill dad on the subject of weed/alcohol

he trusts her to be responsible with marijuana but he wants to be present for any alcohol consumption

kind of overprotective??

if a boy looked at her and his 3-second glance at him determined he wasn’t good enough

that random boy better pray he lives somewhere the neighbors can hear him scream for 911

he also definitely steals her posters, bags, perfume, anything he can steal off a victim and fit in his bag is for her

he likes when “uncle nubbins” makes her gifts

also i think another reason he’d be overprotective is because he can’t have kids of his own??

because like cmon guys

ik we all want bio dad chop but lets be real

he drinks gasoline, eats eyeballs, and has probably been through serious chemical damage from the war

and also he’s a cannibal who eats the pretty toxic parts of a human

so he is sterile

but it causes him to be very protective over who she’s with, where she is, when she’s coming home, the whole ordeal

but thankfully, “uncle drayton” makes sure she doesn’t leave too often

definitely keeps her busy

on a slightly more angsty subject i definitely think chop would have some guilt

with the whole

kidnapping and keeping of a child

and she becomes self-aware sometimes and realizes “damn this is fucked up”

but those are the moments where papa chop and his daughter kick back a beer or two and forget for the night

those are morning problems

and also like

another angsty thing is the whole subject of death

me n a friend (love you @pierrot-fish , sticks is their oc btw) discussed this, but chop kind of refuses to acknowledge the passing of his kin..?

like he just won’t really accept it

so in those back and forth quips about the “yo mama” joke

it was once held at the dinner table

just happened to come up

and she mentioned chop’s mother

her grandma, for all intensive purposes

that’s probably the first time chop lectured her, like genuinely and not some serious talk before getting high

he just looked her dead in the eye and told her to respect her grandma, because she’s alive and deserves her respect

the one thing he took from drayton was a strong sense of family and that unbreakable bond

except he’s a bit insane

anyway back to the fun

if she ever cut her hair he’d eventually make a wig out of it

also if she ever felt unsafe or came home crying he will brutally murder that person and preserve one of their disgusting body parts as gifts to her </3

as this is getting too long, i’m gonna end it here, but if you want more adventures of these two, lmk!

[silverynight]

Slightly different from what you want, nonnie, since Tanjirou is just a charcoal seller in this one.

***

The consort

Some people say the kings and queens have been visiting different villages to find the perfect consorts for each of them, others say they just want to make sure everyone is safe and happy in their kingdom.

Tanjirou doesn't have too much time to think about that; every morning he has so much work to do, he usually goes to the forest to get some wood, returns home to turn that wood into charcoal and then goes back to the village, face dirty, a little bit tired, just to sell the charcoal he carries on his back.

Around him, everyone is excited to meet the people in charge of the kingdom, some couples have decided to prepare their sons and daughters, put them in the best clothes they have to see if one of them gets chosen, because that'd mean money for the whole family.

Tanjirou looks at the young men and women forming a line, they look good and he's happy for them because most seem to be really excited about it. He hopes they get what they truly want.

But then, he notices that a woman is crying, trying to break free from her dad's grip as he tries to pull her towards the line, yelling at her that she needs to make sacrifices for the family. But she begs, because she's in love already and doesn't want to marry anyone else but the woman her heart belongs to.

Her father ignores her on purpose and keeps pulling her, but this time he's more aggressive.

"Let her go!" Tanjirou narrows his eyes; he promised Nezuko he wouldn't get in trouble, but he can't stand there while someone suffers.

"Tanjirou!" The woman grins; most of the people in the village know him because he goes there every single day.

"I really like you, boy but this is none of your business," the old man growls.

"She doesn't want this..."

When he starts hurting her, Tanjirou can't stand it anymore and headbutts him; they both end up on the ground.

One of the members of the royal guard approaches and the man starts complaining about Tanjirou, telling the warrior he should be arrested.

The royal guard usually accompanies the kings and queens, although everyone says they don't need them, they're more than capable of protecting themselves.

"We saw everything, it was great. The boy is wild and it seems like his forehead is a rock."

Everyone shuts up as soon as they realize the one speaking is the wind King himself; none of them know his name, but they have heard enough of him, of each of them actually, to recognize them by their titles.

"Are you alright, darling?" The love queen gets closer to him and offers her hand to help him up while the water King tells everyone else they're dismissed and explains they didn't come there to look for a spouse.

Most people in line get sad after hearing that; the young woman runs towards her lover and her father gets a serious warning from someone from the royal guard.

"Yes, I'm fine, thank you." Tanjirou looks around to start getting the basket he dropped in order to protect the woman, but the flame King already has it on his back with all the charcoal he hasn't sold yet.

"You were looking for this, my boy?" The King with hair like fire asks, leaning a little bit too close to Tanjirou. Although he can tell he has a good heart.

"Yes, thanks... I can take it–"

"Let me carry it for you!"

Tanjirou blushes to the tip of his ears, he has noticed the people around have started to watch with curiosity at the scene.

"No, there's no need, I–"

"What's on your face?" The youngest king cuts him off as he gently cradles his head in his hands.

Remembering that his face is dirty, he feels a little bit embarrassed; his mother wouldn't be happy with him at all.

"It's probably charcoal..." He should've checked himself on the lake and splashed his cheeks like he did every morning, but that day he was late and didn't want to come back home after dark so...

"It makes you look adorable," the young king mumbles. Then, he turns to look at the others who are gathered around them and adds: "Can we keep him?"

"Actually... I need to take care of my sister..."

"She can come with us as well," the insect queen assures him, taking his hand before kissing it softly. "We'll take care of her."

Before Tanjirou can say anything, huge hands find his shoulders before lifting him and pulling him against a broad chest. Suddenly, big fingertips travel all over his face, although they're soft and very gentle.

"You have nice features," the stone King comments before slowly getting closer until their foreheads touch. "You must be really beautiful."

Tanjirou's blush comes back quickly, spreading through his face and towards his neck. He doesn't want to argue with a king, but he's never considered himself beautiful.

"Oh, yeah... He's really pretty, Gyomei," the sound King says, surprising Tanjirou. "A redhead with eyes like rubies..."

"Mitsuri wants him as her consort," the serpent King says, looking away from Tanjirou, even with all those bandages around his mouth, everyone can tell he's blushing. "Well... We both agreed to share him..."

"I was going to say that I want him as my consort too, Obanai," the water King narrows his deep blue eyes at the other.

"I don't think I'm ready to get married..."

"At least let us court you, my boy!"

"All of you at the same time?" Tanjirou's face is burning, his heart is beating so fast... But part of him likes the idea. They all seem nice, he's sure they have good hearts...

"Yes, of course," the sound King grins before taking him away from the tallest one, who doesn't look too happy about it. "And then you can choose one or just marry us all!"

"I need to speak to Nezuko first..."

"Actually, we all are going to talk to her, we need her permission to court you. My name is Shinobu, by the way."

Everyone introduces themselves with their first names, it's almost like they want to make things difficult for Tanjirou on purpose. It feels a little bit too intimate to call them by their names like that, but they refuse to let him call them anything else.

***

Nezuko seems to approve of them and agrees to move into their castle with her brother, but she still threatens each and every single one with torture if they hurt her brother.

Tanjirou looks at her, alarmed.

"She's not... she doesn't–"

"You have an amazing sister, Tanjirou," Gyomei says with satisfaction. "She'll be a great sister-in-law for all of us."

"If Tanjirou actually wants to get married at the end of the courtship," she says. "I'm going to keep an eye on all of you."

"We'll do our best not to disappoint you," Giyuu nods at her, by the way Nezuko smiles back, Tanjirou can tell they're doing good so far.

He still can't quite believe what's happening.

***

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[le-trash-prince]

Only Friends Episode 12 Thoughts

Overall, I think I'm pretty okay with how things ended! I didn't get everything exactly as I wanted, but I don't need a show to be perfect, and I got enough to chew on to make me happy.

I am sad that BostonNick didn't end up together, even though I know it was the right call, and it was honestly a better ending for them than what I was scared we would get LOL. Like usual I'll just make a separate post for this because I've got a lot to say about them

I do think Boston was owed more of an apology from his friends than what he got, but I'm not that surprised he didn't get it, and it's probably for the best that they're parting ways. And honestly, when a person is leaving the country, it can be easier to just say "Why bother apologizing if they don't give a shit anyways."

I know people were dissatisfied with Cheum's characterization as of Ep 11, but this episode really solidified how I see her--as someone who wants things to be happy on the surface and doesn't know how to really honestly confront what it is that people need. As the woman in the group, she's under pressure to be the peacekeeper and the nurturing influence and I don't think that role comes naturally to her. She's not good at it, and she shouldn't have to be. And I do honestly like that she was written that way. I wish she had gotten more screentime over the series, and maybe that could happen in a spinoff/sequel with some queer lady writers on the team. (I just finished the ep so I haven't looked at any announcements from the event on Saturday)

I do wish this series had been longer because it seemed it really had a lot of story to tell and not enough time to do it. But a longer season would also have been more stressful to deal with lmfao.

Some things I would have loved to see more of, off the top of my head: Daddy Dan, Sand's dad, Ray in rehab, Boeing.

I'm generally okay with where TopMew has ended up, and while I think there's more that could be explored in a future story, the only thing that really interests me regarding their relationship is Mew's physicality. But I would still like to see more growth from Mew, and I would like to know Top as a person because so much of his behavior and even his plans for the future are wrapped up in Mew.

I think SandRay ended on as satisfactory a note as could be managed. Did Ray's behavior towards Boeing piss me off? Sure. Do I think he needs more time to get his life together? Sure. Do I need a story to have its characters Do Every Correct Action Until Maximum Healthiness Is Achieved? No. They're talking things out and figuring out their relationship and that's what matters.

I am really gonna need that flight attendant!Boeing x NYC!Boston spinoff now thank you very much.

I don't hate the idea of a second season as much as I thought it would, although maybe it's because I'm biased and would want a season with BostonNick or Boston and Nick taking more central roles. I've gotten what I need out of TopMew and SandRay, but I think there's more story to be explored with other characters, and I wouldn't hate that. But I would hate to see tired breakup-drama second season tropes.

Debating whether I even want to catch up on everyone's reactions because I'm sure the ending was just loose enough to be divisive. Anyways I'm gonna go wrap up my playlist now bye lol

[theoutsiderskid]

Record Store- Ponyboy Curtis

summary: Y/n is a soc, Ponyboy is a greaser. Ponyboy can’t help but like her, so he does a dramatic gesture to ask her out.

word count: 824

warnings: none

You were a soc. He was a greaser. Your family were extremely strict so any contact with people from the Northside was forbidden. Your father demanded so. At school, Ponyboy did his best to talk to you and ask you out but you always shut his advances down. "Knock it off Ponyboy!" You'd scold. Why couldn't he get the hint?

It was a merry Saturday afternoon and you were working your shift at the local record store in Southside. Inside was busy packed with customers, some required your help whilst others browsed in their own time. You were preoccupied stacking records together at the back of the store when suddenly the speakers cut out and the music stopped.

Glancing towards the middle of the store, you froze. Ponyboy Curtis was standing on a table for everyone to see. When his eyes settled on you, he smiled. With a frown, you approached him. "What the hell are you doing?!" You hissed. "Y/n," he appeared a little apprehensive "This song is dedicated to you." Bewildered, you stood there as he began to sing 'A Teenager in Love' by Dion and the Belmonts. It was evident he had been practising although he was still no Dion DiMucci. The customers whispered and pointed and you felt mortified. Your jaw clenched and your eyes narrowed. Ponyboy noticed your reaction but still carried on with a sheepish expression.   When he came to an end, you turned the store speakers back on. "Show's over!" You called out. The customers acted as if nothing happened and continued with their personal business. Ponyboy jumped down as you stormed out of the back door and into a back garden that was reserved for workers only.   "Y/n?" Pony had followed you.   "How could you do that to me?"   "I wanted to impress you..."   "By humiliating me at work in front of customers?"   Poor Ponyboy, he felt awful. He hadn't exactly planned for you to react this way. "I didn't mean to embarrass you, I only meant to show you how I feel about you," he said quietly. Your arms crossed. "I can't. We can't do this. I've told you to knock it off so many times because you know how my father-"   "I don't give a toss about your old man Y/n!"   Pony's sudden outburst silenced you. "I don't care what your dad thinks. I like you, I always have. All I want is to be able to go on dates with you, to be able to show you that I'm more than just a Northside greaser. I'm a greaser with a heart and feelings and god dammit maybe I'm stupid for thinking I ever had a chance with you."   He rambled on, you listened to every word deeply. It was then that you started to realize this wasn't fake or phoney, he genuinely wanted to pursue a possible relationship with you. Your father had drilled it into your mind that greasers were low lives and weren't good enough for people like you.   He was wrong.   Stepping forward, your hand on Ponyboy's cheek shushed him. "You really like me huh?" You couldn't help but break into a small smile. He nodded. "I'm sorry about that stunt I just pulled-" he quickly apologized only to be cut off by you kissing him. Goosebumps ran along his body, yours too.   After many failed attempts he finally had you where he wanted. Tight in his embrace, his arms wrapped around your back protectively. Just you and him. You pulled away first, his face was blushing bright red. "So..." You began slowly "How about that drive-in date you've been bugging me about for weeks?"   "I'd like that. Can I kiss you again?"   You nodded so Pony swooped in and kissed you again. It was a great kiss, slow and passionate, only to be interrupted by your boss minutes later. "I need you sorting through stocks," she said firmly before disappearing again. "I have to get back to work," you sighed, you were starting to enjoy yourself in his company.   "I'll wait for you," Pony tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.   That was admirable, you thought. Realistically, you still had five hours to go so you didn't hold any hope. Ponyboy left and you were back to stacking records, your mind still consumed by him. A Teenager in Love was officially yours and Pony's song, it had to be. You couldn't not think of him whenever you heard it.   At the end of your shift, you packed your belongings and helped to close the store. You were tired, having dealt with such a long day and still annoyed with your boss for ruining the moment. You were about to walk home when you looked across the street and there he was.   Ponyboy Curtis was sitting on a bench in the dark still waiting for you.   Your eyes met his and he smiled at you proudly.

[aquietwritingcorner]

Semi-Conscious

Title: Semi-Conscious Day: Febuwhump Day 12 Prompt: Semi-conscious  Fandom:  TMNT 2003 Word Count: 3482  Author: aquietwritingcorner/realitybreakgirl Rating:  T Characters: Michelangelo, fan children Warning: NA Summary: When a sewer tunnel collapses, Mike is injured and cut off from the five children he rescued from Baxter Stockman’s lab five years ago. Determined, Mike pushes past his injuries to rescue his children, but he might end up needing a little help that comes from an unexpected place. Tie in to “I’m Not as Stupid as You Think I Am.”    Notes: This goes back to a Whumptober 2024 story I wrote called “I’m Not as Stupid as You Think I Am” which was a 2003 Last Ronin-like story. In it Mikey was the last of his family still alive, Baxter Stockman was the last of the enemies to take down, Mikey did, but he also rescued some mutant kids from his lab before he blew it up. That was all the story established. I have sense decided that Mikey rescued five mutant turtle kids, babies, three girls and two boys. He named them after important people to his family—Yoshi and Hamato for the boys, Tang and Shen for the girls—and the Japanese word for shadow, Kage, because he almost missed her, as she was hiding in the shadows of her cage. (and as homage to Shadow from the original comics) ff.net || AO3

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Semi-Conscious

Mike had tried very, very hard to be a good dad. It wasn’t easy, not with him still grieving the loss of his father, his brothers, and Leatherhead. And it wasn’t easy doing it all on his own, either, without the support of his family. Although that was a little unfair. He wasn’t completely on his own. April, Casey, Casey’s mom, Angel, and Tyler all helped him. Joi, Tora, Adam and Faraji stopped by to check on him. Even the Justice Force lent a hand. But it was still difficult to raise five very active children effectively on his own.

But he had been doing his best.

And as part of that? Well, he trained them. Not to carry on any fights, or to go out and protect the city or anything like that, but just so that they’d be able to protect themselves if they needed to at some point. And also, to run off energy. Definitely to run off energy. Mike wouldn’t be surprised that, if he could talk to his father, he’d find out that a good part of the reason he trained all of them was just to give focus to and get rid of some of the energy he and his brothers had back then.

But the one thing that Mike didn’t want for his kids was for them to be caught up in old battles and with old enemies that had belonged to him and his family. Yes, Mike was well aware of the concept of blood feuds and the like. But just as Splinter had kept knowledge of the Foot and the Shredder from them, not wanting them to get caught up in an old war, Mike didn’t want that for his kids either.

And yet things seemed to find them.

Mike coughed as he pushed his way up through some debris. His head swam and he nearly fell over, but he caught himself and pushed himself upright. What had happened? He and the kids had been going through some of the sewer tunnels, trying to get them familiar with other routes when—

--when the ceiling had caved in.

Panic surged through Mike, and he began frantically looking around. “Kage! Yoshi! Shen! Hamato! Tang!” he called out the names of his children, praying to whatever spirits were listening that they were safe.

Distressed chirps caught his ear, and he stopped long enough to listen in. They were coming from nearby and mixed with cries of “Daddy!”

Mike turned towards them, staggering and nearly falling over. His head spun, and the collapsed sewers in front of him swam in and out of his vision. That wasn’t good, but he had to focus, he had to get his kids out of here, make sure they were safe.

“Kids?” he called out, his voice a little unsteady.

A little green hand emerged from between some debris, and Kage’s sweet little voice called out from it. “Daddy!”

Mike practically collapsed next to the small hole, and reached for the hand, holding it. His head was spinning, but he did his best to stay focused. “Kage! Kage are you alright?”

The hand pulled back in, but Kage’s watery eyes peered through the gap. “I’m okay,” the five-year-old said, sniffing a little. “I scraped my knee, but I’m tough!”

“I know you are, sweetie,” Mike said, trying to look at the collapse without falling over. Maybe he could dig them out. He had to, before any humans arrived. “What about your brothers and sisters?”

“Yoshi looked at them, cause he has the band aids,” Kage said. “Um, hang on.”

There was a little shuffling around, and Yoshi appeared at the hole in the debris. Mike’s heart almost broke seeing how scared he was. “I, um, I looked at them!” the little boy said. “Tang scratched her arm, and Shen is scared but okay, and my hand hurts, but ‘Mato tried to protect Shen, and he’s got a bump on his head.”

Mike felt his heart rate pick up, but he tried to stay calm. “Is Hamato awake?” he asked, ignoring how his own slight was blurring a bit.

“Mm-hm,” Yoshi said, turning to look back. “But he’s kinda sleepy looking.”

Hamato being awake was a relief, at least. “Okay. Okay, good. You guys just hold on, okay? I’m gonna try to get you out. Keep your brother awake!”

“Okay, Daddy,” Yoshi said, “I’ll try!”

He vanished from the hole, and Mikey could hear more shuffling around as well as the sound of Shen crying. They were all scared. He could hear it in their voices and chirps. He had to get them out of there. But his head was swimming. He needed help. He reached for his phone, only to find it missing. A quick check found his Justice Force communicator missing as well. With a frustrated huff, Mike leaned his head against the collapse for a moment, closing his eyes. He had to focus. He had to force himself up. There was no way to get in touch with anyone, and he couldn’t leave the kids here while he went for help. It was up to him.

Mike heard more noises, and he forced his eyes open as Kage quickly came back to the small hole. “Don’t worry, Daddy,” she said. “I’ll—I’ll take care of everyone! I have a flashlight! And Tang has extra batteries! So, it won’t be dark and really scary!”

Mike blinked. “Where did she get—you know what, never mind,” Mike said. “I’m going to try to get all of you out. Just let me know if anything looks like it’s gonna fall in there, okay?”

“Okay,” Kage said. “I—oh, hang on.”

There was more shuffling behind the wall, and then Tang’s voice came through the hole.

“Are you gonna try to move the wall and ceiling?” she asked, her voice a little rough. She had been crying too, Mike could tell.

“I’m gonna try to see if I can make a whole big enough for all of you to get through,” Mike said.

“But you’ve gotta be careful, because if you’re not, it’ll all fall down?” Tang asked. “Like with the blocks?”

Mike blinked a moment, trying to place what Tang was talking about. Right, right, they’d been playing with some blocks that fell down and covered a small doll, and Tang had figured out that some of the blocks she could move without everything falling, and some she couldn’t. April had turned it into a lesson of some sort, if Mike remembered correctly.

“Yeah, like the blocks,” he said. “So that’s why you’ve got to tell me if it looks like anything is going to fall. Can you and your brothers and sisters do that? It’s really important.”

There was a brief pause, and then Tang’s voice drifted back out. “Yeah. We can do that.”

“Good girl,” Mike said, and then turned his attention back to the collapsed wall.

It was a mess, to put it lightly. He wasn’t sure how well it would hold in the long term, much less with him moving thing. But he had to try. Even if his head was swimming and he was having trouble holding onto consciousness, he had to try.

Forcing himself to move, Mike moved to where the hole was, and started there. It was slow going, and more than once Mike found himself having to push past dizziness and the desire to just collapse. The small voices calling out to him kept him going. He wasn’t about to let anyone get their hands on them. Not his kids. They wouldn’t live in the same kind of fear he and his brothers had.

Mike had no concept of time, not with his focus swimming in and out as it was, but eventually the hole was big enough for the smallest of his children to squeeze out. He just needed to move a little more and it would be big enough for all of them. It was tricky, though, because it looked like it was supporting weight. Still, maybe if he was fast enough…

“Okay. The hole’s big enough for most of you. Hamato, I’m going to have to make it just little bit bigger for you, okay?”

He heard his son sniff. “Okay,” the boy replied.

“Good boy,” Mike said. “But here’s how we’re going to have to do it. You’ll have to be in there alone for just a little bit, okay, Hamato? I promise you, it won’t be for long. But this’ll be easier if your brother and sisters are out of the way.”

“I don’t wanna be left alone,” Hamato said, clearly upset and tears in his voice.

“It’ll be okay,” Mike said, trying to reassure him. “It’ll only be for one minute, probably less, two minutes at most, okay? And I’ll be nearby.”

Hamato sniffed again, but Mike heard a chirp of agreement.

“Okay. Yoshi, Teng, Kage, Shen, you four come on out and stand on the opposite side, alright?” Mike instructed.

There were sounds of agreement, and, one by one, the four smaller turtles squeezed their way out of the hole Mike had made. Mike directed them to a safter area, and then turned his attention back to his remaining son and the problem at hand. His head was still swimming, but he did his best to hide that.

“Okay, Hamato, get near the hole,” Mike said. “As soon as I move this rock, I want you to try your best to get out of that hole, alright?”

The boy sniffed, but slowly nodded. “Okay,” he whispered out.

Mike took a breath, making sure that he was ready, and then he moved the piece of debris, hoping that the stability of the area would hold long enough for Hamato to scramble away. Unfortunately, the turtle luck was running true to form, and the area began to shift and crumble. Hamato wasn’t moving fast enough, and Mike could see it. The ceiling over them began to crumble more, and Mike launched himself at his son, grabbing him up and pulling him close, using his own body to shield the child. Debris pelted his shell as he ran towards the other side of the collapsed tunnel, where his other children were hiding in a mostly intact pipe.

He wasn’t steady on his feet, but the adrenaline rush helped with that, and he stayed upright—or at least he did until what felt like a large piece of debris hit him in the head. Lights bloomed behind his eyes, and he tripped, falling. He had enough of a presence of mind to curl around Hamato before awareness left him.

A small hand pressing on the side of his head was the next thing that Mike was aware of. He murmured a little, turning towards it, and he heard Yoshi say “Daddy?” Mike forced his eyes open, but they didn’t stay open for long. He could hear the voices of his other children and Mike let his eyes close, trying to understand what was going on.

There was something warm pressed up against his side. Something… one of his kids. Curled into him. Hamato. It was Hamato, and he had Mike’s arm draped across him. Someone else was near his head, pressing something into the side of it. He could hear movement and the voices of his other children, although he couldn’t make out what they were saying at the moment. Mike tightened his arm on Hamato, and both of the kids near him froze.

“Daddy?”

That was Yoshi again. Yoshi was pressing something on his head. That made sense. His son had taken an interest in medical things early on. Mike must have been bleeding or something.

“…Yoshi…?” his voice was weak, but it was the best he could do at the moment.

“Daddy!”

Mike slowly forced his eyes open. “Wh’re your sisters?”

“They’re here,” Yoshi said. “Daddy, you’re hurt, your head is bleeding.”

“I know,” Mike said, although he didn’t actually. He had to get them out of here, though. Mike went to try to sit up, only for the whole world to spin around him. For a moment he lost track of everything that was happening around him. When he came back to his senses, it was to the voices of Kage and Yoshi talking over his head, with Shen close to Hamato. He couldn’t hear Tang anywhere, but that wasn’t too unusual.

Mikey groaned.

“Daddy!”

Several voices called out at once, and Mike tried to crack his eyes open again. Kage was there with Yoshi, both of them looking upset and worried. Mike lifted a hand and laid it on Kage’s shell.

“It’ll be okay,” he said.

Kage sniffed but nodded. “Yeah,” she said. “We’re gonna get help, okay? You’re—you’re hurt! And we’re gonna get help!”

Mike wasn’t sure how they could get help. All he wanted was them somewhere safe. “All of you go… go to April and Casey,” he said. “Leave me here.”

“We can’t leave you!” Yoshi said. “You’re hurt!”

“You can’t let the humans see you,” Mike said. His head was pounding, and he closed his eyes again. “Get somewhere safe.”

He knew that Kage said something after that, but he didn’t understand what it was. Sensations floated in and out of his awareness. Sometimes he could understand them, and sometimes he couldn’t. But when he was aware, he tried to reassure his children. A touch here, a hug there, words spoken to them. He knew they were moving about, but he wasn’t comprehending everything they said.

“….Force communicator…”

“…broken…”

“Tang can…. Smart…”

“….shell cell…”

“…little bars aren’t…”

“…a hole?”

He had no idea what they were doing, but when he heard them digging, he hoped that they were escaping. For a moment, he floated, not really able to concentrate on anything. And then he felt little hands prodding at him again.

“Daddy, Daddy, you need to get up.” That was Kage.

“You can go back to sleep after,” Yoshi offered up.

A hand grabbed his and pulled at it. “Please, Daddy?” that was Tang, and Mikey cracked his eyes open enough to see that pleading look that she gave him. “We just need your help.”

Mike groaned and tried to sit up. His head swam, and he rolled over instead, on his side.

“You can do it,” Hamato said. “You’re the strongest!”

“Over here,” Shen called, and Mike looked her way.

“Please, Daddy,” Tang said. “It’ll help us all.”

He couldn’t refuse that. Staggering, and still not sure what was happening, Mike did his best to roll to his feet. His children tried to help keep him steady, and he had to lean on them for support. Slowly they guided him to a wall.

“That rock,” Tang said. “Move that one there. That’s all you’ve gotta do.”

“Right,” Mike grunted out.

Moving the piece of concrete wasn’t easy to do, mostly because he wasn’t up to full strength, but he managed to get it to tumble down. Mike was unable to keep his own balance, though, and he also fell, hitting the ground hard, even though he tried to catch himself. He could hear his kids calling out his name, gathering around him, and he managed to turn over, to lay on his shell. It wasn’t comfortable, but he could see the hole that he’d made. It didn’t look big enough for the kids to go through, but he also wasn’t sure that he was seeing it right.

Mike drifted in and out of consciousness again. Yoshi stayed close, keeping something pressed against his head. Hamato and Shen snuggled under his arms. Tang and Kage seemed to be discussing something, but what it was passed right through Mike’s awareness. All he wanted was for his kids to be safe. Every so often he tried to get them to leave, but they never did.

And then—there was movement.

It took Mike a moment to realize that the sounds were coming from outside of the collapse, and that there were voices. It was enough to make him drag himself further towards consciousness.

“Hide,” he breathed out to his kids and they, looking scared, did, Shen tugging Hamato after her.

Mike forced himself to his feet, although he was barely hanging on. Still, he reached for his nunchucks, not willing to let anyone touch his children or take him without a fight. The wall crumbled in, and Mike growled.

“Stay away,” he said, not quite able to see who was in the newly formed entrance way.

Little robots streamed, moving about the room in a way that made Mike’s head spin more. He heard the surprised squeaks and chirps of his children as they were discovered by the little bots, and Mike lashed out as the bot herded his children towards him.

“No!” he half-yelled. “You can’t have them!”

“Turtle Titan—calm down!”

Mike blinked. “…What?”

“Those are just Ananda’s bots. They’re making it safe enough to get you and the kids out of here.”

Mike squinted. “Sentry?”

“Yes, my friend. It’s me.” Sentry said. He frowned. “You’re hurt.”

“The kids. Gotta get them—” he took a step forward, and he crumpled. Sentry zoomed forward and caught him. His head spun and he could barely comprehend what was going on.

“Don’t worry, Michelangelo,” Sentry’s voice said. “We’ll keep them safe.”

Mike knew no more.

When Mike woke up next, it was to a much clearer head, although no small amount of pain. It took him a second to realize that he was in the Justice Force’s medical facility, and he jolted, sitting up and swinging his legs over the bed before he even put the action into conscious thought.

“Mikey, wait!”

Hands were suddenly on his shoulder, and he looked over to see April there, a worried look on her face.

“April? The kids! I—” he started.

April put gentle pressure on his shoulder. “The kids are fine, Mikey,” she said. “Scrapes and bumps and bruises. Hamato has a small concussion, but it’s nothing serious and will heal fine. Angel and Tyler are with them now.”

Mike relaxed at that and allowed April to push him back down into the bed.

“You’re the one we need to be worried about, Mister,” April said. “You had some pretty severe head trauma going on. Fortunately, there was a healer on hand who took care of a lot of it.”

“What happened?” Mike asked.

April pulled up a chair that she must have been sitting in before and scooted up to Mike’s bedside. “It looks like it was just a structural collapse. The sewer tunnels just collapsed. You guys just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

Mike’s brow furrowed. “Then… city workers should have found us,” he said, confused.

“They probably would have,” April said, “Except that you’ve got some clever kids. Your phone and your communicator were both broken during the collapse. But Tang takes after her Uncle Donatello in more ways than one. She managed to fix the communicator enough to send out an emergency signal. But the signal couldn’t get through the concrete. So, Kage, Tang and Shen worked to clear away the debris, as much as they could, with Yoshi and then Hamato helping them later. Once they got you to get that last piece, they were able to get the signal out and the Justice Force responded.”

Mike blinked at April. “They’re such smart kids,” he said, a smile gracing his lips as he settled back down.

April hummed her agreement. “Apparently, Kage and Yoshi talked over what to do the most, while Tang worked on the communicator. Hamato helped to keep an eye on you, and Shen did her best in everything she was asked to do.” April reached for his hand and gave it a squeeze. “They’re great kids, Mikey.”

“I want to see them,” he said. “I need to make sure they’re alright.”

“Of course,” April said, giving his hand a squeeze.

April stepped out of the room for a moment, Mikey took that moment to look up and the ceiling and let out a breath of relief. They were okay. His kids were okay. He was okay. That was all he had wanted out of the situation.

It didn’t take long for April to return with five anxious five-year-olds in tow, or for them to all called out for him and climb into his bed. Mike welcomed them in, holding them closely. With his children safe and sound around him, Mike could finally relax. They were here. They were alright. And they had worked together to take care of each other. It was more than he had feared and exactly what he had hoped. And knowing they were safe in his arms? That was the most reassuring thing of all.

[ninjastormhawkkat]

The Fall of Fair City - Chapter 16

"You waist time hiding and planning for when its best to still some cheese. In reality you should take this time to plan revenge against those who slander your name. Let the people of this city no why you are a true threat to their daily lives." Steven's harsh words echoed within Two Brains tormented mind. 'This is doesn't make any sense.' Two Brains thought with confusion. Arguments between his good and evil side were never this violent. Even then, it was always his evil side pushing down his good one in the end. Now this time the tables were turned. Two Brains could feel his good self oppressing him. He wish he could mentally fight back without this stupid headache in the way!. Out of the corner of his eyes, Two Brains could see the mouse brain glowing out of control, but he still couldn't feel the mouse's presence. How was Steven keeping his and Squeaky's minds separate? "Why do you even care about my status and choices I should make as a villain? I thought you hated when I did bad stuff and ruined our old good name?" Steven's glare caused Two Brains to feel a shiver throughout his body. "What I hate is how your making yourself weak and vulnerable to your enemies. It's pathetic!" Steven spat. "Would you just shut up now and crawl back to whatever part of our mind you were cowering in before." Two Brains growled. He had enough of Steven's words. "Hmph. You just want me to go away and stop having to face the reality of what a pathetic person you have become." Steven scoffed, but then, a dark and very familiar malicious grin formed on his face. "If I were in charge, then this inconvenience with the broadcast would go away just like that." Steven stated in a sly tone, snapping his fingers for emphasis. That did it for Two Brains. Ignoring the emotional and physical pain he was feeling, the mad scientist straightened himself up and glares in outrage at his counterpart. "Okay first, you have no right to question what I choose to do or not do as a villain. Second, YOU ARE NEVER GOING TO HAVE CONTROL OF THIS BODY EVER AGAIN! I'M IN CHARGE NOW BUB!" Two Brains yelled out. Although taken a bit back from the volume of that yell, Steven seemed to be unfazed by Two Brains' outbursts. "We'll see about that Two Brains." Steven said with a smirk. Two Brains snorted in pure rage. "OKAY WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU ALL OF A SUDDEN. JUST WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TALKING TO ME LIKE..." "Dad, is everything okay?" Dr. Two Brains enraged expression morphed into a one of shock as he quickly spun around to the source of the voice that startled him. "Hey kiddo. How's your day been?" Two Brains asked, trying to calm down and recover from his emotional torment from earlier. His daughter Becky had returned along with Bob and apparently in the middle of his heated battle with his other half. Becky looked at her dad with intense worry and concern. "You sounded like you were yelling at someone just now." Becky strongly implied, showing she didn't by her dad's attempt at acting like nothing traumatic just happened. "Oh that well" Two Brains hesitated, trying to come up with a passable lie for his emotional outburst towards his "good" side who he just noticed out of the corner of his eye, vanished from the mirror. 'At least he remembered to not let Becky get involved in are arguments.' Two Brains thought with sarcasm. An idea soon popped into his head. "Oh yeah. A rat snuck into the lair trying to steal some of my cheese. I was trying to chase it off and the rat gave me some attitude. That's what the yelling was about. Everything's fine now sweetheart." Two Brains lied, placing his hands on his hips with fake enthusiasm and pride at his "explanation". Both Becky and Bob looked dubiously concerned at Two Brains for a bit, but they seemed to buy the excuse for now as Becky began to switch topics. "Well Bob and I looked into you being framed for the destruction of the storage unit and we discovered some things." Becky stated concisely, though there was a slight hint of apprehension in her voice. @melodythebunny @dualnaturedscientist

[obeyme-lost-thought]

The regret of a Father

Lucifer point of view; just it.

What if Lucifer had a child with Mc, and for some reason he neglects them ? And if the child die? What will do Lucifer?

Always remember: the ending isn't what we want, but what she need.

Good reads

1630 words all chapters , previous part

Chapter 4: "Dad" anymore

Lucifer's pov :

Mammon had broken a vase. I well remember the stress I had that day. Levi was chasing him, or both were running away from Satan; While running, Mammon hit a piece of furniture on which a valuable vase was placed, which then fell. I started scolding him and all this made me so angry that I screamed. I didn't even notice the door bell, in fact if it wasn't for Beel who opened it I wouldn't have known about it that day. It was him who came to call me, informing me that they were looking for me at the door. Threatens Mammon and company not to move, I went down the stairs and arrived in the hall, where I reopened the door. A demon-cop stood in front of me, holding something in his fist that he didn't seem to want me to see.

Policeman: "Excuse the pleasantries, but are you Lucifer Morningstar?"

Lucifer: "Yes, tell me what do you need"

Policeman: “I'm sorry to inform you that this morning we found the body of your daughter, Aurora Lilith Morningstar, at the foot of Devilview Course. It seems that she threw herself at 2a.m. of today”

I was speechless and incredulous at the news I had just received, so much so that I asked him to repeat what he had said 3 times. He also showed me the anklet Mc had prepared for her before she was born. But not even that was enough for me to believe him. I made him stand there while I called Diavolo for him to come and in the meantime, I checked the whole house for her presence. I was inundated with questions from my siblings, who didn't understand why I was doing all this. But I didn't care, even now I can't remember what they said. The only thought I had was having to find her; I had to see Aurora. She could be anywhere, even in Mc's room, I wouldn't even get angry; I just had to find her and make sure this was all a joke.

But it was reality. Diavolo swore they were telling the truth.

After that, I don't remember thinking anything; I just moved. I started running towards the place the policeman had named. I was probably in slippers, and thinking about it now maybe I should have at least put on shoes; although in hindsight, the slippers were perfect. The Devilview course was one of the longest in all of Devildom from which you can see the city perfectly. Diavolo came after me, and it was only thanks to him that I didn't throw all the people around her, around her body, in the air. She was laying there on the ground, examining; a red patch surrounded her, dirtying her hair.

"If they pushed her why didn't she transform and try to fly or grab onto something with her tail?"

She was in her Rad uniform, an outfit I haven't seen in a very long time. If she hadn't changed, it means she hadn't come home from yesterday.

"What was a 16 year old girl doing out at 2 in the morning?"

Actions following this moment were mechanical. Diavolo taking me home, Barbatos talking to the police. I spent 2 weeks locked up in my room, which at the time seemed like 2 centuries. I only managed to get out by convincing me that I didn't care about her, that it didn't hurt me that she was dead. Whether it was suicide or murder, that was none of my business. But I still spent my days locked up in my dead daughter's room. I looked at the photos, the drawings on the wall, all the awards on the shelves.

“When did she win all these races?”

Musical essays, athletic competitions, fencing. If I am the avatar of pride, she was certainly the representation of the proud and braggart girl. She was good and she showed it…

“But who does she want to show her skills to?”

Questions like that tormented me, and I looked for a lot of time for answers I already knew.

Then, one day, I looked in the mirror. I had red eyes and torn clothes. It was in that moment that all the lies I told myself showed to me what they really were: lies.

I… I was a bastard. I hated the greatest thing I've ever had, and now I miss it. I miss my daughter so much. And I wanted things that are so simple that I felt stupid.

“I want to go back. I want to be able to hold my newborn daughter; sing her a lullaby before putting her to bed. I want to be able to film her first word or first steps. I want to teach you the basics of demonology and then, when she's grown up, walk her to her first day of school."

I wanted to be a father and for this reason I tried to get to know my Aurora. I asked around, searched the internet, looked at her social profiles. I obtained all the copies of her concerts with the piano and I tried in every way to find that record that she had given me. I thank my luck, as the place where she had recorded it, saved a copy of the most beautiful compositions to use as background in the hall and obviously, hers was among them. I had gotten to the point where I could memorize every note for how many times I had listened to it. From the phone ringtone to the alarm clock: that song had become the background music of my life. I learned everything there was to know about her; yet, she still seemed like a stranger to me.

It began to become an obsession to find out as much as possible about her and certainly no one stopped me; on the contrary, I received help from my family, who, almost like me, were trying to get to know her nephew. Only Diavolo and Barbatos, when they came to visit us, tried to make us heal from this endless search.

Little by little I started to give up, but by which time I had almost lost hope; when I began to accept her death… I found the book that was both my downfall and my salvation: “Death and life for the half-blood”. A book that dealt with the problems and living conditions of children born between humans and supernatural beings. As Aurora fell into this category, I started reading it, until I found evidence that there was a possibility that my daughter was still alive.

It was obvious, her soul could neither be judged as human nor suffer the fate of demonic souls; for this she had to be reborn as a human. But there was the possibility that she didn't remember anything, that she had no memory of the Devildom and of me. If what was written there was true and if I found it, there was no guarantee that I would get a second chance with her.

With Diavolo we began to search for traces of her soul throughout the Human Real, just for then find it in a small town. A 17 year old like any other. We had no proof of whether or not she was really her or if she remembered her first life. But perhaps it was for the best. I could have started over, without her knowing me as the cold bastard who ruined her life and perhaps led her to suicide, of course if she was truly my daughter.

Through the exchange students project, I found an excuse to introduce myself into her school, for arrive up until now.

From the first moment I noticed that she was her, my Aurora, and that had her memories. In fact, she was relaxed with Simeon, she always suspicious of me she would ask me questions about my family, probably with the hope that I would name her. It hurts me, to see how she harshly treats me, even though she has every reason to. How she seeks my approval on her past self, expecting that she won't receive it even after her dead. But instead, I try to show her the opposite, I try to give her what I've never given her: attention. I was kind; I showered her with compliments; I gave her times distant from me for recovering from my presence (which she obviously hates); I became interested in her musical passions… but that's not enough. It will never be enough.

But I already knew it’s a lost case; I understood that on the first day.

"Lucifer"

Now I'm just that, a name that hurts me every time she says it; I will never be "Dad" anymore.

Memory Fragment 3: Wings

Today I saw dad and my uncles go to the palace transformed like demons. It's not the first time this has happened, living here for 2 years now. The only thing that intrigues me every time is if by chances I also have a demonic form. There are no books or courses on transformation, as it is something pure bloods can do from the moment they are born. But I have no idea how to do it. I've tried several times to follow the cinematic explanations made by human films about things like "Concentrate on yourself" or "Think a happy thought", but it never worked. I really don't think I can ask any of my "roommates" about it, nor can I bother Uncle Simeon about something like that. I think I'll have to stay forever in doubt if I have wings or the thing, I just hope one day I won't need to know how to transform.

Oh well, Aurora's hope for Lucifer to leave her alone is going to die.

[meatbricks]

i am definitely interested in learning more about bruteforce's childhood (and about his family in general), especially his family's "violent streak" that you mentioned. 👀

SKJHSJNJSNJ HI!!!! THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST :DDDD its always good to hear from you and also im. so glad i finally get to talk about the insanity that is this mfer's life before The Murders™

ANYWAYS. headcanon time :D

warning(s): bullying, medical complications (x-rays, false diagnosis, injuries), cannibalism, uhhhhh. a serial killer having supportive parents for once

so first thing's first, his family is huge. granted not all of them live in the same place (a lot of them live out of state, actually), but his parents just kinda. used that as an excuse to go on family vacations all the time LOL

also worth noting here is that he's an only child so uh. yeah no sibling shenanigans here, we already had enough of that with painter— (trust me he still does some fucked up shit later)

as i mentioned somewhere in the tags of this post, his home life was actually pretty good! in general his family gets along with each other surprisingly well & are pretty close, which is surprising because...

..they're all criminally insane!! yeah their murderous tendencies might not be directed towards each other, but they're definitely present.. think stereotypical "mafia crime family" kind of deal but less sophisticated and more. like. redneck? i guess??? LMAO

so yeah, generally. a lot of texas chainsaw vibes (which is kind of ironic because. yknow. he wears a mask made of human skin)

(also in case anyone's wondering, his dad was of italian descent & his mom was of russian descent)

really his behavior as a kid (specifically towards other kids) is a question of nature vs nurture??? because like.. he was kinda raised to be that way, but it was less of his parents making him do it and more of them encouraging him once he'd started doing it on his own

nonetheless he was basically the resident Schoolyard Bully™ in elementary/middle school... he'd just sort of. casually beat people up and steal people's stuff just for kicks

ofcourse someone tried to bring it up with his parents but. you can probably imagine how that ended up

so yeah there was just kind of. nothing anyone could do about it LMAO.. although it's also worth mentioning that some people did fight back (older kids, usually, and yes he'd fuck with them too), which resulted in. lots of injuries, and subsequently lots of x-rays, and that's where the radiation poisoning came from!! :D

he also hit puberty pretty early (like. 8-9 years old), and thats around when The Doll Incident™ happened (as mentioned in the gen hc post)

besides that though not much happened besides his dad deciding "yknow what??? this kid's gonna take over my career when i retire :)"

after middle school he kinda chilled out a little bit??? mostly because he joined the wrestling team and could now beat people up and be rewarded for it

that's also when he met his first girlfriend (they met in a nightclub he lied his way into and he was enchanted by her Neurodivergent Swag™) and committed his first murder (and had his first cannibalism moment!!!!!! good for him <3)

his police training also started at this point, and hanging out with his dad's coworkers kinda made him think "man. the police force kinda sucks. really fucking inept. i wonder how much murder i could get away with before they catch me"

little did he know, though, that's the whole reason why his dad was in the police force.. so that he & his son could get away with murder (and also, to extension, why his dad wanted him to join)

annnd lastly he did end up moving out at 18, but still keeps in touch with his parents (his mom was actually the one who told him about the giant abandoned house in the woods that he moved to LOL)

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strawberry band aid || part 1

pairings: billy hargrove x fem! reader

warnings: cursing, mentions of abuse, lots of sad stuff honestly

overall summary: after getting tired of his dads behavior towards him and max, billy decided to run away to the readers home where he knows him and max are welcomed and loved.

They were used to the screaming, the fighting, the smell of beer in the air, all of it. In fact, Billy thought without this life he may be lost, may be confused after not having such a set routine for so long. These exact thoughts are what flooded his head as he heard the front door slam shut, sighing to himself as he prepared himself for the events to come in mere moments. Billy opened his door quietly peeking his head out to see Max doing the same, looking towards the living room where Neil was already kicking and cursing at the furniture.

“Close your door and lock it. Keep the window open in case you have to run, okay?” Billy whispered, keeping his face set as Max looked at him.

“But what about you-“ she whispered in a rush, earning a quick shake of the head from Billy along with a quick whisper of “Just do it Max.”

The young girl nodded looking back at Neil before closing her door quickly. Billy heard the lock of her door click as he stepped out of his room and into the hallway, taking a deep breath as he started progressing to the living room.

“What number is that, huh? 9? Maybe 12?” he asked as he stopped at the end of the hallway, straightening his figure to present taller, thinking it would make him look less scared.

Neil’s eyes shot to him quickly, his eyes were bloodshot and he was slouched in a sort of drunk-tired way. He looked over Billy and threw the empty bottle of beer past his head, walking towards his son as the bottle crashed on the floor.

“What the fuck does it matter to you? You’re the reason I’m drinking anyways,” he said as he got closer, his voice getting louder as he got closer “I remember I have a good for nothing son and I pick up a drink. I remember he’s a piece of shit failing half of his classes, I pick up another drink. I remember he’s a fucking man whore who would rather fuck girls than watch his sister, and I pick up another drink. You see the pattern here? Do you?” he shouted as he grabbed the collar of Billy’s shirt, jerking him forward as he tightened his grip.

Billy didn’t want to give him the satisfaction by replying with “Yes, sir.” like he always did, so he stayed quiet. Neil didn’t like this very much, it was obvious by the hard punch delivered to his sons face after he didn’t receive an answer.

“I said do you see the pattern?!” he yelled as he glared down at Billy, the anger almost radiating off of him. Billy however still didn’t answer, he just looked back at his father with a set jaw trying his best to ignore the pain that came from his face.

The lack of an answer just made Neil’s anger grow, another punch was delivered, this time directly to Billy’s nose making his head fling back a little bit. A small groan left his lips as he reached to cover his nose, mentally cursing as he felt the blood pooling in his hand.

“Oh you piece of fucking shit, it’s like I’m talking to a damn dog!” he father shouted, pushing him down on the ground. He had no time to catch himself, being too distracted by the blood covering his hand. He groaned as his back slammed against the floor, pushing the pain to the back of his mind as he quickly tried to get up. He was too slow though, Neil was already on top of him, delivering punch after punch to his sons face. His nose, his jaw, his head, anywhere that was visible got a punch.

Billy tried pushing him off, delivered a few of his own punches to his fathers face, but it wasn’t enough to get him off completely. Slowly giving up he closed his eyes and yelled “Max, run! Now!” although he could be an ass to her, he never wanted her to get this type of beating from Neil.

A few punches later Billy was out cold, his fathers hits got some aggressive to the point they knocked him out. Neil was off of him a few moments later stumbling back to his room, wiping his sons blood off his hands.

As Billy laid knocked out on his own living room floor, Max was knocking as hard as she could on Y/N’s door, tears rolling down her face as she thought of the things that could be happening back at her house. Her thoughts were cut short though as the door slowly opened up, she let out a small sigh, she was safe now.

authors note: okay hi, so this is the first part of a i dunno how many part series so, i hope you like it!! also, credits to @gweelczz, this fic was their idea:))