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heyy it's the giyuu simp hiding in your request box ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ mind if i sneak in another request :> just gonna slide this with a belated valentines day card
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may i request a giyuu x reader headcanons? where its just giyuu and the reader living a peacefull and happy life with their kids, just fluff of how their every day life goes and giyuu with his kids :D maybe even some headcanons of the other pillars meeting the kids and his s/o (feel free to change the idea ofcc i don't mind if you write it at all (~^.^)~)
Hello fellow Giyuu simp lolol
This sounds really cute! Of course I’ll write it! ʕ◡ᴥ◡ʔ♡
This turned out to be very long haha hope you don’t mind :)
Giyuu x Fem!Reader with Kids!! ♡
AU: Life Without Demons
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Giyuu was the first to ask for kids. It was a shock since you’d figure he’d be too nervous and insecure to think he’d be able to be a father. But he loves you too much to not have children with you. He just can’t picture his life without you and both of your guys’ children in his future.
“Y/N...” he approaches you timidly, “I have um something to ask you...” he kept fidgeting with his hands and struggled making eye contact. His cheeks starting to burn. “What is it, Giyuu??” He sat there a bit, his brows knitted together as if he’d trying to figure out how to compile his sentence. “Let’s have children!” He finally bursts out boldly. You were taken back for a second but smiled wide and hugged him, agreeing with all of your heart.
Giyuu didn’t want too many kids. He only wanted about two children. (Maybe three children he’s thinking on it 👀) And that’s what you both had. One boy and one girl. The boy took more of your looks but also had a good mix of Giyuu as well. He ended up taking his eyes and messy hair but had your hair color and overall facial features. The girl was a very good mix between the two of you. The boy was the eldest child.
Giyuu was the type of parent to spoil his children a lot. You often had to stop him because it got hard for him to say no to them a lot of the times. But when it came down to it, he knew when to be strict and stand his ground. Like if one of your children throws a tantrum for not getting the toy they want, Giyuu would have a stern tak with them about how they need to learn the importance of being told “no” and to handle it like a “big boy/girl”
Giyuu would also do whatever it takes to help you with anything around the house or with the kids. He’d also do anything to spend as much time with his children as possible.
Giyuu also secretly loved it when his kids would get nightmares and ask to sleep with the both of you. He really loved sleeping next to his family and would often invite the kids into the futon even if they didn’t have a nightmare that night. They’d always get really excited and join without hesitation. He also LOVES holding their hands. He loves how tiny and soft they are in his large, calloused ones. He also really loved having them ride on his shoulders
When it came down to being the good cop bad cop, you both had an equal share between it. I can see Giyuu being pretty strict but not to the point where it’s suffocating. He’d still take extra precautions to make sure his kids are safe and don’t get into trouble. He also tries to come to complete understandings with his children when they’re in disagreements with him. He’d sit and talk with them and make sure they don’t feel invalidated or hurt. Sometimes though, he’ll have to put his foot down and tell his children to listen to them and not question his thinking. He’ll often try to come back to them later and explain again.
Kamboko Squad and Pillars’ Reactions to First Born (and general interactions with kids)
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When the news got out to everyone that you both were expecting children, they were all so very excited.
You were a few weeks pregnant and Tanjirou (and the rest of the squad) came by to visit and he was able to smell it off you. You were a little shocked how he was able to notice until he explained how his mom smelled a certain way when pregnant with his siblings. Then it made a bit more sense. Kind of.
Poor little boy teared up because of how happy he was for the both of you. He was so happy to see Giyuu with the love of his life and now starting a family. Inosuke got all those fluffy things around his head. He was very soft and gentle around you and it was really cute. Sometimes he’d just stare at your bloated stomach and it seemed like he was having a psychic conversation with the baby lolol.
Nezuko was very excited to meet the new baby and couldn’t wait nine months! Zenitsu was really happy for the both of you and it really warmed his heart to hear the baby’s heartbeat. He also got very scared for you because he heard that giving birth if very painful and he’d never want to go through something like that either.
They all saw your kids as their own little siblings, especially Tanjirou. Tanjirou is very good with kids so they ended up liking Tanjirou a lot and would often beg you to let him visit more often so they could play with him. Nezuko also saw them and her own siblings and would always volunteer to knit/fix their haoris if they ever got damaged. She always brought snacks (usually toasted rice crackers) for the kids when she visited. She also helped with cooking dinner when she visited.
Zenitsu loved playing with them. Until one day your son found a worm and showed it to Zenitsu and he freaked out and thought it was a snake for a second. He started to become more wary of your son from then on.
Inosuke shared his boar mask with them and would let them ride on his back as he ran around. He also visited one day with a nicely wrapped box (wrapped by Tanjirou) and gifted it to your kids. You and Giyuu were very confused to see that it only had acorns in there.
You had Shinobu do regular check ups with you to make sure the pregnancy was going well. Despite her constant teasing, she actually told Giyuu how happy she was for him. This really warmed his heart and he couldn’t thank Shinobu enough for all her help. She helped with both the pregnancies/deliveries
Mitsuri was so so SO excited to meet the new babies!! She seemed more excited than you and Giyuu! She loves babies and thinks they’re really cute. And the fact that it’s going to be yours and Giyuu’s baby??? Geez, that just makes it 10x more adorable!! She really really wanted to be the first friend to hold the baby so you granted her wish. She was crying so much, she was so happy.
The baby’s cheeks became very red from how much Mitsuri pinched them. She nicknamed him her “Little Mochi” because of his squishy cheeks. (and she nicknamed your girl her “Little Sakura”)
Obanai kept trying to deny how happy and excited he was. “Hmph! I don’t do babies. Not at all.” But then he saw its cute, little chubby cheeks and couldn’t resist. He then vowed to be the greatest uncle to your baby boy (and girl once she visited the world)
Kyojuro was really excited to meet the baby too. His booming voice scared the baby and made him cry so Kyo learned to be more quiet around him. He was so nervous holding the baby but then got more use to it and didn’t want to hand him back. He wanted to hold on to the little boy forever!!
Muichiro was mostly dazed out but waved his finger in front of him and your little baby boy held onto him. Muichiro got very happy. “Y/N, Y/N! Look! He’s- he’s holding on to me!!” You’ve never seen him smile so wide. He’d often visit and be like, “Can I play with him today? I’ve missed him.” And he’d play with him for hours! He was the same with your little girl as well once she came around.
Sanemi kept trying to act all tough. “No! I don’t care about kids! Least of all babies! I couldn’t care less about Tomioka’s stupid ba-“ his eyes widened when he saw the baby. Then you saw the most softest smile on his face for the first time. He hugged the baby tight to him and didn’t let go or move for a while. He might or might not have teared up. But you swore with him that you saw nothing 👀 He’d make plenty of ohagi for the kids and make some extra for you and Giyuu. Giyuu was very happy to see Sanemi opening up a bit more and glad he became better friends with him as well.
“Tch, don’t get too comfortable, Tomioka. I’m only here for my niece, nephew and Y/N.” He was teasing he loved Giyuu too.
Tengen and his wives were all over the baby! His wives loved the baby so so so much!! They even planned out a baby shower for you when they heard the news so a lot of your baby stuff came from them! Once he finally joined the world, all of them teared up from joy. They all took turns holding the baby, playing with him, bouncing him on their laps. Tengen said that if you or Giyuu ever needed help, him and his wives were right there anytime.
The wives loved playing with your daughter! They’d often do her hair and make it really pretty. They’d also often spoil her with new pretty kimonos and hairpins and always said, “Once she gets older, we’ll always have girls nights out! Do all kind of girl talks and girl things! It’ll be so much fun!!”
Tengen got the baby a whole bunch of shiny jewelry and was like, “Ha! Now your baby boy shall be flamboyant! Even more flamboyant than he was before!!” He also secretly found it extremely adorable how he looked like a little baby Giyuu at first. Then he grew to have more of your facial features and it just made it even cuter for Tengen. He had a little soft spot for your daughter because he thought having a daughter would be very precious so he’d literally do anything for her (and would protect her with his life)
Gyomei was SO happy!!! He of course teared up too and was very very gentle with him. It was kind of cute seeing such a large man hold such a tiny little human. It’s like he could fit them each in one palm. He was one of your go to nanny’s and he’d always wear a pink apron when looking over the kids. He’d spoil them with lots of baked sweets. Everytime he visited, he always had a new beaded necklace to gift them. They ended getting too many and he stopped at one point. But he still gave them one on their birthdays
Shinobu found babies/kids a bit icky since they do have many bodily fluids they can’t control and sometimes don’t wash their hands but she still did normal check ups with them and was very good with them. She’d often visit with some new toys for the kids. She even got your daughter and little butterfly clip. Your son felt left out so she got him one too. For a while both your kids refered to her as the “Butterfly Lollipop Lady” since she gave them lollipops after every doctor visit. She’d just smile chillingly at Giyuu and say, “Tomioka-San, I figured you’d at least teach them my name after all I’ve done for you and your wife.” She was just teasing, she secretly loved her nickname
Shinobu also really loved listening to the baby’s heartbeat through a stethoscope. She also loved putting her hand on your belly and often talked to the baby. She’ll never admit to anyone else but she really enjoyed doing these things with both your pregnancies
#it was really cute writing this lmao thank you for the request!!#also pls forgive if I got anyone out of character lol still getting use to all the pillars#tomioka giyuu x reader#kny#demon slayer#giyuu x reader#tomioka giyuu#demon slayer fanfic#demon slayer x reader#kny fics#kny imagines#kny x reader#mitsuri kanroji#iguro obanai#shinobu kochō#gyomei himejima#sanemi shinazugawa#rengoku kyoujurou#muichiro tokito#uzui tengen#kamado tanjirō#kamado nezuko#zenitsu agatsuma#inosuke hashibira
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Demon brothers & Undateables react to an MC with a preteen child
(As you might have guessed by now, GN MC!)
(the child’s gender may be specified in some of the scenarios)
(Y/C/N = your child’s name)
Spoilers for lesson 16 in Belphie’s section!!
Lucifer
Toddler or Preteen, it didn’t make much difference to the eldest brother. He’s seen all the stages of development with the majority of his brothers and Satan, there’s probably nothing your child could possibly throw his way that would shock him.
That is, until he actually met your child. At first he remained at his full height to assert dominance, there was no way he was going to stoop to this human’s level not that his back would allow it anyways. But then, before he could even properly introduce himself, your 12 year old squared his shoulders and declared to the Avatar of Pride, if he did anything to hurt you, your son would make his life hell... oh wait.
That bold statement did surprise Lucifer at first, but as your son trailed off and stepped back slightly, realising his mistake, he couldn’t help but laugh. “Kudos, young man, but I don’t think there’s much you can do that can torment me terribly.” he chuckled.
“Wanna bet?” your son grumbled in response, already thinking of numerous ways to make this strange man pay.
“I have six younger brothers, I’d like to see you come up with anything they haven’t.” he smirked in response, “Anyways, come along, preparations for your room have been completed.”
With that, Lucifer turned away from your son and strode down the corridor. This year was certainly going to be interesting...
Mammon
The Avatar of Greed didn’t really know what to say when he saw you standing next to a slightly smaller version of yourself. At first, he thought you were siblings, but then it dawned on him that you had a child.
Mammon, as the ‘babysitter’ naturally spent more time around your daughter than you, but that certainly didn’t stop him from adding the odd flirtatious remark to you when he wasn’t being a tsundere.
It was this development that caused your daughter to speak up one evening when she was chilling in the lounge with Mammon and Asmodeus. “Listen, Mammon, as much as I don’t mind you flirting with my parent, there’s something you ought to know. Hurt them and I swear to you now I will kick you so hard up the ass you’ll taste nothing but my shoe for a week.” your daughter boldly announced, not once glancing up from her phone.
While Asmo was busy rolling on the floor in tears of laughter, the white-haired demon just spluttered as his cheeks darkened. “H-hey what makes you think I-I’d hurt ya ma anyways.” he tried to defend himself.
“I’m not saying I expect you’re going to hurt them, just giving you even more of an incentive not to.” your child smiled in an almost sickeningly sweet manner before jumping up from the sofa.
“This was a lovely chat but me and Beel are going out for lunch, catch you later!”
Asmo picked himself up from the floor, and as he pushed Mammon’s jaw back up, he added “she’d be the perfect niece for me, hurry up and take MC out on a date.” With that, Mammon shook his head slightly as he went to go and find you. He wasn’t sure whether he hoped the attitude came from you or not...
Leviathan
When the otaku heard the news that the exchange student had a child, he was quite nervous. One human was going to be enough to handle, let alone an additional smaller one.
His fears only worsened when you left him alone with your child for the first time. The two of you had been gaming as you usually did once a week and your child wanted in this time. You stood up at the end of that round, promising that you were going to get the three of you drinks and some snacks. Before Levi could even protest, you had already closed the door behind you.
The demon of Envy’s eyes darted all around his room, looking anywhere but at the small human. That is until your spawn child murmured his name. Snapping his head round to face your child, his eyes widened slightly.
“Okay so I get you don’t really hang out with ‘normies’ or whatever that’s supposed to mean, but if you really don’t wanna be with my parent then tell them that. I’m not gonna let you hurt them like that.” your child confessed, eyes never once leaving his.
After that confession, Leviathan got a faraway look in his eyes as he thought of the resemblance to an anime he’d just finished binge watching last night; ‘my human best friend has a child that is secretly a guardian angel!’.
Snapping out of his reverie, Levi looked down at your child once more and nodded his head profusely. ‘I solemnly swear to you I will protect them.’ he recited the lines the protagonist from the anime had used, but he meant every word he said.
Satan
Being the youngest of his brother’s meant Satan had never really had anybody to be a role model for. Which is why, surprisingly, he felt compelled to look out for your child when he first met you both. Especially because your child was already past the unnecessary crying stage and had a pretty solid understanding of communication.
Your child had never really been an extrovert and so the avatar of wrath hadn’t been too opposed to looking after your carbon copy when you were busy being pulled in every which direction by his brothers. On one of those days, your child had accompanied Satan to the library to find some more books to occupy themselves with; seeing as they weren’t technically enrolled at RAD there was no need for them to complete any class work.
“Hey Satan, can I ask you something?” Your child enquired, glancing up from their novel.
“Hm? What’s on your mind, Y/C/N?”
“Why do you look at my parent like they hung the stars in the sky? And don’t say you don’t, because I spoke to Asmo about it too and he couldn’t agree more.” Your smaller version of yourself asked, tilting their head slightly.
Blinking rapidly in surprise at the question, Satan gawped at your child before shaking his head slightly. “You shouldn’t ask Asmo questions like that. He’s the avatar of lust - not love. I know for a fact he thinks I’m looking at them like-“
“Gross! I don’t need to hear about things like that, I’m gonna go hang out with Simeon if you’re gonna talk about that.” Wrinkling their nose in disgust, your child stood up to leave, packing his books with him. Smiling to himself as he watched Y/C/N leave, he thought to himself ‘I guess I need to have a chat with Y/N’
Asmodeus
The avatar of lust couldn’t help but squeal in delight when he took in the sight of you standing with your child. He had not one, but two new friends to go out clubbing with! What? What do you mean Y/C/N isn’t allowed to go clubbing? Well that’s boring. Oh well, they can always just go shopping together and Asmo can arrange some fashion shows for you and your child. In fact, yesterday he bought the cutest coat and it would suit Y/C/N so well.
Speaking of going shopping together, one night when you and Beel had gone out to Madame Screams to try some of the new ice cream on offer, Asmo had invited Y/C/N back to his room for a self care night after shopping all day. Applying a face mask to his skin and your daughter’s, he laid beside her to let the mask dry.
“Hey Asmo, I have a question for you.” your child stated, staring up at the canopy that covered the demon of lust’s bed.
“If its about that brunette demon that held the door open for you at River Styx he’s single but there’s so many nicer demon’s out there for you and I’m pretty sure he-“
“No! It’s not about him. I admit he was cute but that’s not what I wanted to ask. What I wanted to ask was, whether you were interested in anybody...” your daughter trailed off, suddenly feeling bad for prying.
“Oh honey, while you’re an absolute treasure and I have loved spending time with you lately I don’t think we’d be a very good match at all. If I’m honest I’m more interested in Y/N. I’m so sorry you had to find out this way- why are you laughing?” Asmodeus stopped his spiel of an apology at the sound of your daughter’s chuckles.
“I’M not into you like that either, babe. I only asked for my parent’s sake. They’re head over heels for you and I just wanted to see if you felt the same.” Your daughter confessed, rising from Asmo’s bed to find a washcloth. “When they get back from the ice cream store with Beel, you should totally ask them out. Watch how quickly they’ll stumble to agree.” And with that, your daughter left the avatar of lust alone with his thoughts of you.
Beelzebub
“Did the human bring a snack with them?”
That was the first thing the redhead ever said to you and your teen son. Needless to say it took a while for your son to warm up to Beel after that. When the situation was explained to the glutton felt very guilty afterwards and went above and beyond to make it up to him.
One afternoon when the three of you were supposed to go to a new cafe that had just opened, Lucifer wanted to go over some paperwork with you, and so Beel offered to take your son out anyways and promised to try to save you a cupcake. Your son didn’t look too thrilled at the idea of going out for food with the demon who thought he was the snack, but reluctantly agreed for your sake.
“Look, Beelzebub I have to be honest with you. You seem nice enough and all, but I still don’t trust you especially knowing you could swallow us whole and thought about doing that the first time we met you. But on the flip side, you did protect Luke from Lucifer a while ago. So I suppose I can learn to trust you, is what I’m trying to say.” Y/C/N stated as he brought a mug of spiced tea to his lips, looking over at the demon who went wide eyed at the sudden confession.
Swallowing the rest of the cheesecake in his mouth, Beel nodded earnestly, “No its okay! I’m not surprised you don’t trust me, after what i said to you I wouldn’t blame you if you hated me. I know this probably isn’t what you want to hear, but i care about you, you’re basically family at this point. And I care about Y/N too; quite a bit actually.” By the end of his sentence, the demon’s face was almost as red as his hair.
“Hmph, I figured as much. If you care about them even half as much as you say you do, say something. You might be surprised what you find out.” Your son smirked, leaning back in his seat to take in the blushing demon before him.
Belphegor
Unsurprisingly, your son had a blatant distaste for Belphegor when they met officially. Watching your body fall still in Mammon’s arms to then disappear was enough to send him charging at the sloth demon. Even after Barbatos’ assistance on the matter and bringing you back, Y/C/N held the iciest glare he could muster. Laying a hand on his shoulder, you assured him you were okay and didn’t hurt anymore.
“Put it this way Belphegor. I never want to see you within touching distance of us again. Demon or not, I will not hesitate to swing for you. Nobody hurts my family.” Y/C/N spat, turning on his heel and tugging you with him.
After weeks of awkward meal times, you and Beel hatched a plan to get your son and his twin talking. You had forgiven Belphie for what happened, understanding that he’d had his own family in mind when he attacked you.
“Oh. Y/C/N have you seen Y/N? They wanted me to meet them here.” Belphegor asked, avoiding eye contact with your son the entire time.
“I wanted to ask you the same thing about Beel, he said-” your son was cut off by the sound of the living room door slamming shut and the lock clicking in place. “Is this some kind of joke? Mammon if that’s you and this is your idea of a joke you’re not funny! Open the door!”
There was no answer from the other side of the door, the only sound being that of a pair of retreating footsteps. Sighing in defeat, your son slid down the door and glancing at Belphegor, to see him looking just as uncomfortable as Y/C/N felt. “Well, there’s no telling how long we’re gonna be in here. I feel like I owe you an explanation...” The sloth demon began, wringing his hands together as he prepared to tell your son everything.
A few hours later, you and Beel opened the door slowly to reveal your son and Belphegor dozing on one another. Smiling at each other in victory, the two of you crept closer and wrapped them in one of the blankets on the back of the sofa. You had to admit, this was the most peaceful the two of them had looked in a long time.
#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me lucifer#obey me asmodeus#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphegor#obey me leviathan#obey me mammon#obey me satan#obey me imagines
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Survey #444
“the monster you made is wearing the crown / i’ll be the king, and you’ll be the clown”
Do you take off from school, or work for your birthday? Ha, I used to try to talk Mom into letting me stay home from school... It only sometimes worked. Have you ever created ‘open when’ letters for someone? No. That'd be cute for an s/o, though. What is the best thing about being in the relationship you’re in right now or about being single? Not having to fear my partner leaving because of the struggles I'm going through. Not having to worry about not being enough for another person, because I'm not even enough for myself. Do you have a favourite painting? Not by a historical artist, no, but there is a piece by a deviantART artist called "Denialism" (by NukeRooster/Tatchit, if you're interested) that I adore so much I've actually gotten her permission to get it tattooed one day when I can afford a brilliant artist to do it. What are some of the best life hacks you know? /shrug What makes you smile without fail? MARK LAUGHING laj;sdkafjwlk;erj Do you know what you’ll be getting your loved ones for the holidays this winter? No clue. That's still a whiles off. What is your biggest short-term goal (within the next month)? Just lose a decent amount of weight for a month's time. What will your next tattoo be of? It depends on what cash I have available, really. As much as it sucks, I think my next tat is a whiles off because I just have more pressing things to pay for. Has anyone very close to you ever died? Besides pets, the closest human to me that's ever died was Jason's mom. If you were throwing your significant other/best friend a themed party, what would the theme be? Uh, Frieza-related, obviously. Do you feel prepared for the apocalypse? I don't believe in the apocalypse in the biblical sense of it being determined by an ultimate power, so this isn't something I really think about. Whenever humanity ends, it ends. I don't have a say, so I may as well not obsess over it. Do you think you will have children naturally, adopt, or forgo having children altogether? I'm not having kids, but if I did, I know that either I'd have to give birth to them or my hypothetical wife would for me to feel *properly* connected to them as a mother should. Oh, or if my male partner had a kid from a previous relationship, but I'd have to be REALLY in love with him to feel like that child is also my own. Do you take pictures of yourself on a daily basis? Oh god no. Do you believe in angels? No, but rather just spirits. Is there anything in your past that you used to regret, but now you don’t? Hm, maybe? Does your knee hurt? My knees always hurt. Has anyone ever called you sexy? Yes. Do you like raisins? omg nooooo What is your favorite bug? Butterflies! :') Do you like Scrabble? Sure, it's fun for a board game. Do you have a printer? Yes. What is your favorite food? Cheeseburgers or pizza, probably. I know, so American. Have you ever overheard a conversation you weren’t supposed to? Yes. Do you like ants? They are very fascinating when you really think about it, but I still find them incredibly annoying. Did you like the movie Antz? I loved it as a kid. Have you ever drank goat milk? No, I don't believe so. What’s your favorite video game? Silent Hill 2 and Shadow of the Colossus. Do you like cats? I love kitties!!! :') Are goldfish your favorite fish? No. I think my favorite is probably the lionfish. Do you like vanilla pudding? No. I only like chocolate pudding. What is your opinion on gay marriage? I 100% support it and would fight to the death for it. What is your opinion on gay adoption? Don't even fucking look at me if you see a problem with a parentless child finding a home with two people in love. Who was the last person you had a crush on? Sara. What’s the most expensive piece of clothing you own? I have zero clue. Why do you drive the car you have right now? I don't have my own car. Have you ever seen your best friend cry? Omg yes and it sucks. Are you friends with your neighbors? No. What is your current desktop picture? One of my favorite pictures of my late pup, Teddy. What’s the coolest thing you’ve seen out the window of an airplane? Mountains! Does your neighbor have any pets? *shrug* Have you ever swam in a mountain lake? No, but that sounds VIBIN'. Has a cat/dog ever thrown up on your bed? alksdjflk;a;jdfalwe yes Have you ever had a concussion? One or two. Do you know anyone who has a pet gecko? Not currently, I think? I want a fat-tailed gecko, though. :( Would you ever go bear hunting? I wouldn't dare hunt ANY animal. Have you ever seen two movies at the theater in a row? I have not. How many teenagers do you know who have babies? I know no teen personally that has a child, but there were some pregnant students in high school. If you could keep your parents or trade them for other parents, which would you pick? I would NEVER change my parents. Is there a piggy bank in the room you’re in? It's not a "piggy" bank, per se, but my sister got me a skull one that she says is for my tattoo funds. :') How many sets of twins do you know? Two, off the very top of my head. If you have younger siblings, are you very protective of them? Yes. No one fucks with her for as long as I live. If you have older siblings, are they very protective of you? Not especially. Who is your favorite Disney Channel person? Uhhh, maybe Raven Symone? How many pets do you have? Just two. Do you think you will be successful in life? No. :/ What do you have pierced? My earlobes, twice, and my bottom lip. I have been dyinnnnggg for some new ones lately. :/ Does techno annoy you as much as it annoys me? No, I actually enjoy quite a bit of techno. What’s your comfort food? Ice cream. Do you like paranormal stuff? YES. Do you have a favorite stuffed toy? Rebel, my adorable meerkat plush from Jason, and Brownie, my moose from Cabela's. What’s the most exciting project you were given? In a way, my senior project since you got to choose your own topic, but I dreaded the presentation. Do you have a good sense of direction? Not at ALL. What are your favorite colour for a cat? Orange! If you had to live your life carrying a shield, what would its design be? This is gonna sound super, super cheesy, but probably a heart to symbolize how love should and could block the effects of hate and general evil and that we should pursue that instead of violence. Out of all the cancers, which one do you think needs to find a cure first? Oh god, they all do. If I had to pick one though, it'd be one of the inevitably fatal kinds, like pancreatic. What are your general afterthoughts when you’ve finished a book? I feel accomplished for actually reading to a story's completion. How many pairs of glasses (not sunglasses) have you owned? Two, I think? What color is your flash-drive? Hot pink. Have you ever built a sand castle? Yeah. How many houses have you lived in? Six. One I have no memory of. Do you shut off the water while you brush your teeth? Yes. What video game should everybody play at least once? Amnesia: A Machine for PIgs for the symbolism. It blows my mind how most horror fans hate it; it's like they totally miss the point. 100 years from now, what modern things will people look back on and say, “WTF?” Hopefully things like homophobia, racism, misogyny, concepts like those. What is impossible to understand until it happens to you? Mental illness, to name only one thing. What fictional food item from a television show, cartoon, movie, or video game have you always wanted to try? Hm. There's a lot that has looked super good, really. What’s something that gets much more hate than it deserves? Nickelback, lmao. What phrases or sayings drive you crazy? "Everything happens for a reason," "it could be worse/some people have it worse," "it's all part of God's plan," "just think positive"... a lot of stuff. Do you have a deviantART? I do, even though Eclipse made it fucking suck. I only really stay because I cling to the dying hope of being at least somewhat successful on there, and I enjoy keeping tabs on the artwork of the hundreds of people I watch there. Who is your favorite character in your favorite movie? Mufasa, even if he doesn't last long in the movie. :''''''( Have you ever been to Germany? No, but I'd love to! What is your favorite holiday? Christmas. Have you ever been ice skating? No. The blades on the skates scare me. Have you ever taken a karate class? No. Do you have any nieces or nephews? I have a lot, if you include my half-siblings' kids. Do you own an Xbox? Nah, I've always been a PlayStation gal. Would you date someone who’s well-known for cheating? Nope. Would you break up with someone your parents didn’t approve of? No. I'd consider their reasons, but ultimately, it's about me loving the person. Could you be in a relationship without sex? Yeah, sure. It's not ideal, but I mean if the other person is just very opposed, I'm certainly not forcing them. Emotional intimacy is more important to me, anyway. Have you ever been “friendzoned”? Yep. :') Briefly, anyway. Jason tried for my sake, but it was VERY short-lived by no one's fault but my own because all I know how to do is fuck shit up when it comes to him. Which “famous couple” is your favorite? LOOK Mark and Amy are FUCKIN GEMS Have you ever “destroyed” a relationship? Pretty fucking much. Are you the “dominant” or the “submissive” part in a relationship? I'm submissive by nature. Do you think Valentine’s Day is overrated? No, I think it's a cute holiday. Which do you feel is worse of the two to smoke: weed or tobacco? Well, weed has more carcinogens, but at least it has actual health benefits. Who did you last see that you haven’t seen in ages? *shrug* Are you photogenic at all? God no.
#survey#surveys#random questions#lyrics: ''necessary evil'' by motionless in white (ft. jonathan davis)
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The Wedding of the Lotus and the Thunderer
It was a big day for a raven-haired young man wearing a black kimono. He looks at the window where there is a view for the forest of Anima. Where he is standing in Mountain Ren, where the Ren Clan has been residing in the family temple.
The guest in the courtyard of the Temple of Ren are gathering for the event. Ruby and her sister, Yang are setting up the food for the wedding guests. Sun is kinda eating up some pieces of the food while Jaune is lifting up the tray of appetizers. As he opens the tray, all the food is gone and Sun is responsible for the catering gone wrong.
"Sun!" He shouted.
Weiss is holding onto her infant son, Tide, while her husband, Neptune, comb his tuft of blue hair. "Oh, look at him, Neptune. Isn't he just so cute? He looks just as handsome as you." Asked Weiss. And he nods to his wife. "Yeah, who's a good-looking little guy? You are, you are! Oh, yes you are." He cooed. Making Tide giggled. But that didn't last when they heard arguing.
"Great, here we go again." Sighed Neptune.
Tide is like a mini Neptune, only instead of dark blue eyes, he has his mother’s ice blue eyes.
"I told you, the statue goes to the right corner!" Yelled a blue haired man who happens to be Neptune's brother, Jupiter. "No, it goes to the left corner!" Yelled Weiss' older sister, Winter. Apparently, neither of their elder siblings got along well. Much to the couple's dismay. Both Winter and Jupiter raised their weapons and started fighting. Over who gets to put the glass statue of a swan somewhere.
"Is there a problem, sister?" Asked her brother, Whitley, who is responsible for planning the wedding and Ren appreciates it. That is when Weiss hands her son to him. "Don't worry, Neptune and I will handle this. Just hold onto Tide for a little bit. It won't be long." She says before taking off with Neptune to stop their siblings from making a mess. Tide, even as a baby, doesn’t seem to be bothered by this, and giggles as he watches the fight, and clapping his hands, as of he was used to this as a show. While Whitley twitches his eye in shock to see the feud between Winter and Jupiter continues.
Meanwhile, Jaune is checking on the music Team FNKI have been practicing on for the reception after the ceremony. "How's the music going, Flynt?" Asked Jaune. "Going great Arc. As soon as the ceremony is over, Team FNKI is gonna play some jams." Flynt flicked his hat. Then Whitley interjects while still holding his nephew.
"Wait, what happened to the band I hired?!" He gawked. Then the two Huntsmen looked at each other. "Oh yeah, about that. We have to let them go. Sorry to say it, how do I put this down gently?" Jaune said nervously.
"The thing is, the tune you've been planning is too classic and boring. And some team is gonna have to lighten up the mood here on the wedding." Pointed Flynt. That is when Whitley lowered his head in shame. "O-on the bright side, at least the catering and decorations looked great!" Jaune assured him, but this did not make him any better. "I will have to get back to you on that."
Ruby and Yang turned to each other after the wedding gifts are set on the table. "And that's the last of them. Never thought they would have this many presents on the wedding." Said Ruby, rubbing her wrist against her forehead.
"Tell me about it, once we "wrap" this up. Get it?" Smiled Yang. But Ruby finds this unenthusiastic. "What?" Tilted Yang. Blake then came behind them. “Well, we should check on Nora. She’s getting way too exciting when it comes to ceremonies like this. They entered the shrine to where Nora is getting ready. As they knock on the door, she invites them in. As they slide the door, Nora is turning to them to reveal herself wearing a white kimono used for weddings in Ren’s family. She no longer has short hair as it grew long above her back, she even wears red lipstick, since she is bothered to wear full makeup. But nonetheless still beautiful, as if she completely changed. But she’ll still be the same happy-go-lucky girl they always known. “Oh my gosh, Nora! You look fantastic!” Yang squealed as she gave Nora a hug.
“Yeah, I guess. Kinda feels weird though.” Nora smiled nervously, as her face reddens. “I am not sure if Ren and I can go through with this!” She turns away anxiously, not knowing what to do. “Once he becomes my hubby, there’s no telling what we should do next! Do we need to have kids?! How much can we make as huntsmen and huntress?! What if I...I’m...!” Nora paused as Blake puts her hand on the bride’s shoulder. “Nora, you and Ren need to take your time. There’s no need for you two to rush stuff, you know.” She advised. Ren’s paternal aunt, Mai Ren, entered.
“Mistress Mai has arrived.” One Lotus Warrior bowed. Mai arrives in her traditional green kimono in special occasions. “Nora, you look beautiful. Lie is very lucky to have such a woman like you. Li may not know about this at first, but since the day my brother have encountered you, it was a blessing that you came into our family. I know it was very hard for the both of you to go through such hardships, but you and Lie have combined you hearts, minds and souls to defy the odds. Not only that Lie has given you the chance to live, but you also saved him. And I thank you for it.” Nora’s eyes have sparkled through tears to those words, and hugs Mai. And she returns this embrace.
“Thank you, Mai!” Said Nora. But Mai chuckled in delight. “Please, you can call me auntie, my future niece-in-law.” Mai already took a liking towards her nephew’s future wife, because of her feisty personality. But also a guardian angel for Lie Ren.
Lie Ren is standing in front of the tombs of his parents, Li and An Ren. Who he wished to have them over to his wedding. “Father, Mother, all of us went through the pain and suffering. But together, we never bowed to such evil. And Salem has found her peace. And accepts the cycle of humanity, when life comes and goes. But life is also precious, and we all must cherish it. And you Father, I thanked you for the last words you said to me. I wished you and Mother could be here for this day. Because I am about to spend the rest of my life to the person I love. And cherish our lives, until the end.”
“Ren...” A voice called, and Ren turned to see Nora in her kimono. She smiled to see the different change in her. She closed her eyes and curved her lips into a smile. He did the same expression to see her smiling. As it made his day. “Lie! Are you ready?!” Behind Nora is his aunt and cousin, Mi, alongside his uncle, Choi. “Of course.” He nods.
“Lie, you look great! Don’t you think so, Mother!” Gasped Mi, turning to her mother as she smiles at the couple. Ren stood up and offers his bride his hand. “You ready, Nora?” He asked, gently. And she nods to grasped her hand to his. As they began to walk to the courtyard to get ready for the ceremony.
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Well here is the next part I don’t think this will be updated anytime soon and I also have to figure out what is next for this story. Also Ramiel’s tail is based on a sailfish. The rest of this story is down below and the full series here.
Panel 1 and Panel 2: Finding Adam
Michael: He enters his den and he sees something curled up next to his nest as he comes closer he realizes who it is, “Adam!” he shouts in shock. Michael swims as fast as he can and puts his arm around Adam pulling him towards his chest, “Adam who did this to you?!” he asks as he cradles Adam’s face and sees the bruising on his eye and a cut on his lip. “Come on kid, come back to me please,” he begs as he gently shakes him. Michael buries his nose on Adam’s hair and mumbles under his breath as he slowly rocks them back and forth. He takes in the injuries, there is a cut on Adam’s arm and tail, plenty of bruises on his ribs and tail as well, and some look like stabbing points. Adam’s fins and some parts of his tail are torn too. Michael promises to himself he is going to hurt whoever did this, he turns his attention back to Adam. He shakes Adam again, “Come on kid wake up, you cannot leave me like this,” he says as he hugs him tighter.
Michael has only felt like this one other time when his mother passed away and they were left to be raised by his father, not that he did any raising. He had to take care of all of his siblings and teach them the ways of the colony. He knows he has to get help but he can’t make himself leave Adam but he needs to find a healer. Michael curses himself for letting his emergency healing supplies he keeps in his den run out. As he is debating and cursing himself, he feels Adam stir in his arms. “Adam you are okay, who did this? I am going to kill them when I find them,” promises Michael.
Adam grunts in pain, “Michael?”
“Yes it is me kid, you know who did this to you?” asks Michael as he pets Adam’s hair.
“No, I was waiting for you when he came in with a sword he attacked and I blocked him with my tail and this went on for a few minutes. Until I saw a sword in the corner so I grabbed it and slash his tail with it, that is when he hissed and launched again. He punched me in the face and I blacked out and now you are here,” Adam concludes his story.
Michael growls softly, “I have to find a healer and I need you to stay here.”
“Not like I can go anywhere,” grumbles Adam. Michael props Adam against the nest so he could sit before he exited the den to look for a healer.
Panel 3: Healing
Sam: Eileen and him are sitting in the courtyard, they just saw one of the council members leave, they must just have ended a meeting. “What do you think they talk about?” asks Sam.
“Probably about patrols and stuff not much is happening right now except for a lot of shark attacks so maybe that too,” she replies with a shrug. A few minutes later they see more guards and a tentacle creature emerge.
“I think that is a cecaelia they are nomadic packs or they live in very rocky places that only they can squeeze into," says Sam looking at the cecaelia disappear behind a group of guards.
“So what is he doing here?” asks Eileen.
“I have no idea, I know there are many rocky places around here but not sure if they are good for a pack to settle in, they prefer to move around, it is rare when they settle,” says Sam thinking back to what he read on them.
“Maybe it was asking for permission to stay, come on sit back down. I am sure they are going to mention it in the announcements later on today or tomorrow morning,” says Eileen. Sam nods and sits back down. They had gotten some food and they were about to head their separate ways, Eileen back to patrol duty and Sam finishing archiving the tablets, when they see a merman coming towards them. “That is Michael the colony’s leader,” she whispers to Sam.
“Eileen, I need you to help Adam, he was attacked and he is hurt,” says Michael without stopping to breathe.
“Wait, Adam is hurt, how badly? I need to tell Dean,” says Sam, his voice full of concern for his little brother.
Michael turns his head towards him, “This is Sam, Adam’s brother” says Eileen before Michael could ask, “I will go and see how Adam is doing.”
“So you are Adam’s other brother,” confirms Michael.
“Yes I am, how badly is Adam hurt? Do you know who attacked him?” asks Sam.
“He has cuts and bruises and we don’t know who attacked him,” answers Michael.
“You go and check on him. I will go and tell Dean so we can start looking for the attacker,” says Sam.
Michael nods, "Meet us at my den is right behind the Council Chambers,” he informs Sam before he swims off.
Sam makes his way to Dean’s den. Sam gets there and shouts loudly, “I am coming in so you two better get it done quickly.”
“Sammy, will you keep it down you are going to wake up your niece and nephew,” Dean growls quietly.
“My what? I am an uncle!” shouts Sam, looking around the room for any evidence of kids.
“I told you to keep it down, bitch,” says Dean.
“Sorry, but when where you going to tell me, jerk,” says Sam.
“We just got them today, just keep quiet, they are sleeping,” warns Dean.
“Dean who is it? I just finished wrapping up the egg,” asks Cas as he swims to the entrance.
“ It is Sam,” says Dean.
“I can go if you want to talk to your brother,” suggests Cas.
“No is fine I came because Adam was attacked by someone and we need to find them,” says Sam remembering why he was here.
“He was what?! Is he okay? Is he injured-” Dean asks concern for his baby brother.
“I don’t know how badly he is injured but I know he is beaten up pretty good and he doesn't know who attacked him,” Sam interrupts Dean before he can go further.
“Let me grab my sword and we will head out,” says Dean as he goes to grab his sword. Cas follows him as he grabs his own sword and blade.
“Let me grab one of the nannies and I will meet you at…” he looks at Sam for directions.
“We are meeting at Michael’s den,” says Sam.
“Okay I will meet you there,” confirms Cas.
“Get Charlie I am sure she will be okay babysitting them,” suggests Dean. Cas nods and they head their separate ways.
Adam: He grumbles to himself for letting the other mermen sneak up to him, he should have been better at defending himself. He is a healer but not a push over either his brothers thought him to fight after all. Adam looks up when he hears someone come in he tenses ready to fight however it was but it was only a mermaid. “Hi my name is Eileen,” she introduces herself, “Let's get this bruises and cuts patch up.” He shrugs as she gets to work, Adam had forgotten to pick up the emergency medical supplies they gave to healers, even ones in training like him.
He also notices the sword she was carrying. Healers were given a weapon to defend themselves like a blade or dagger but swords are reserved for soldiers. “Why are you carrying a sword if you are a healer?” asks Adam.
“I am a seraph and a healer when I was found I already had training in healing from my mother but then when I came here I decided to become a searaph or hunter as you called it. I was given permission to finish my healing studies later on so now I am both,” says Eileen as she lays out the last of her instruments and stars applying a mixture of herbs onto the cuts. Adam looks at her in wonder, usually everyone has only one field and may help out others once in a while. She starts checking his stab wounds making sure they had not hit anything and just needed stitching. “Don’t worry Michael and your brothers are going to find whoever hurt you,” Eileen reassures him.
“How do you know my brothers care? I know my brothers don’t care but I know Michael will not rest until he does,” says Adam. Eileen pokes one of his cuts, “Ow why you do that?”
“One I was checking it and two I am Sam’s future mate and your brothers are out there with Michael looking for your attacker. Sam was the one that went and told Dean and Castiel what happened to you so I am sure they will join the search. They care about you and you better not think otherwise,” Eileen says as she wraps the cuts in kelp.
“So you are the mermaid my brother was drooling over,” Adam chuckles. “You know they left me for a week in a cave and they often forget I am even there probably because I am not fully their brother,” Adam argues.
“I cannot say anything about Dean but you should have seen how worried Sam was when Michael told him what happened. As for the cave, maybe it was difficult to get in and they had to find another way inside that was safe. Did you ask what took too long or did you just jump to conclusions like you three tend to do,” smile Eileen. Adam shamefully tuck his head on his chest not wanting to admit that she was right.
“Will I be able to swim with my fins torn like this?” asks Adam, changing the subject.
“You should be able to swim just fine, now let's finish patching you up,” answers Eileen. She continues to wrap and stitch Adam’s tail.
Panel 4 and 5: The Hunt
Dean: Sam and he arrive at Michael’s den and he sees Raphael and Gabriel there too, “Sam this is Raphael,” says Dean pointing at the mermen, “And the short one is Gabriel,” Dean introduces them. “We should wait for Cas. He should be here any minute now.”
“Watch it Dean-o you are family so that gives me permission to teased you,” warns Gabe.
“He would tease you anyways,” shrugs Ralph, “but you better be taking care of our baby brother.”
“Well I can say the same to Michael you better not hurt Adam,” threatens Dean. Remembering the little hatchling that used to hide behind his tail and trying to teach him how to fight. He couldn’t help the smile that appears on his face when thinking about it. He was never the most graceful or strongest fighter but he could hold his own. Dean was ecstatic when his baby brother chose to become a healer. Not that he could have been a great Hunter but healing really suited him and he was really close to becoming one and you bet he is going to make a big deal about it.
He was broken out of his thoughts by Gabriel flailing his arms around, “Okay enough with the posturing ladies lets focus on the issue,” says Gabe before Michael could say anything.
They all turn to the sound of Cas swimming towards them, “Charlie was more than happy to look after them,” Cas informs Dean, “Also she insists on the hatchlings calling her aunt.”
“That is Charlie we might have to fight her for our own kids when we get back,” chuckles Dean and Cas laughs as Dean wraps an arm around Cas’s shoulders
“Where is Lucifer?” asks Gabriel, noticing he is missing.
“ I am not sure I only came across both of you when I was coming back to my den,” says Michael.
“The guards did not see him either even though you ordered him to check on them,” informs Raphael.
“Could he have done this?” asks Dean holding his sword tightly.
“I don’t know but I know someone just attacked Adam and the attacker might be injured. Adam managed to cut him with a sword,” replies Michael.
“I can have the guards look around, they had to go to the healers,” says Raphael.
Dean sees Cas fidgeting with his fingers and leans in, “Are you okay?”
“I am not sure if I am correct but I saw someone with a cut,” Cas whispers.
“We are just going to talk if it turns out to be him then we bring him in,” says Dean reassuring as he wraps his arm around Cas’ waist now.
“Are you two love birds done whispering sweet nothings, we have a bad guy to catch,” teases Gabriel.
“I think I know who did this, when I went to grab some kelp from the healers to make our nest for the egg. I saw Ramiel coming out with some kelp and herbs to bandage his wound himself. It looked like it could be made by a sword and he also had blood in his hands,” says Cas.
“I guess we will go and talk to Ramiel,” says Michael, and everyone agrees to head to Ramiel’s den that is in the outskirts of the colony.
Michael: Ramiel was one of the best soldiers in the colony but he was known for being a bully and Michael will not mind hurting him if he was the one that hurt Adam. He swims ahead of the group wanting to get a few minutes alone with him. Michael arrives first and shouts, “Ramiel come out!”
Ramiel emerges from his den looking annoyed, “What do you want Michael?” Michael sees the long cut on Ramiel’s tail.
“How did you get that cut?” asks Michael.
Ramiel smiles predatory, “You like it, I think it was made by your guppy,” his laughter is cut short by Michael hitting him with his lance.
Before Michael could hit Ramiel again Raphael pushes him back, “Michael you cannot kill him just stand back,” scolds Ralph.
“Can I still hurt him?” growls Michael.
“Like what I did to him he looks so pretty in red don’t you think,” smirks Ramiel.
“I won’t be opposed to hurting him,” says Dean.
“Dean don’t encourage him,” chides Sam.
“Why are you just admitting to doing this?” asks Gabriel.
“I got nothing to lose,” Ramiel shrugs.
“Since you are in a sharing mood why did you hurt Adam?” asks Ralph.
“You know he screamed and squirmed a lot, he started to call out for you and begged me to stop-” Michael sees red and cuts Ramiel off by punching him because Ralph had taken his lance so he wouldn’t stab Ramiel like he wants to do. He is pulled off of him again by Raphael but then he sees Dean land a few punches too before he is held back by Sam and Cas.
“You son of a bitch!” Dean yells.
“Cassie and Gabe take Ramiel back to the Council Chambers, let your mate and Michael cool off,” orders Raphael. He sees Cas give Dean a peck in the cheek and whisper something to him before grabbing Ramiel and Gabe following close behind.
“I am fine,” growls Michael pulling his arm away from Raphael’s hold.
“He is not getting away with this,” says Dean clenching his fists.
“No he is not and we will make sure about that,” agrees Sam.
“Come on lets head back to the Council Chambers we have a trial to make,” says Michael swimming ahead not wanting to wait to start.
Panel 6: The Trial
Michael: He observes both colonies ,Dean’s and his, coming and sitting down to watch the trial. It has been a long time since one has happened. Michael sees his brother, Dean and Sam sitting in the front row. He is soon join by Gabe, Raphael, and Lucifer, Michael is surprised to see him here since he wasn’t with them when Ramiel was caught. “Well glad to see you decided to join us, where were you? because you were not with the guards,” questions Michael.
“I made sure they were okay then headed to my den now could someone tell me what is happening because once again I was told nothing,” accuses Lucifer.
“Ramiel attacked Adam, now there is a trial for him,” states Michael.
“Adam is your new boy toy right, oof that must hurt knowing someone got to him first,” laughs Lucifers.
Michael slams his fist on the rock, “I am not in the mood Lucifer you might be part of this council but you will be dismissed.”
“I am the one that delivers the punishment,” says Lucifer.
“Then shut up and do your job,” snaps Michael, turning his attention to the newcomers. This is the first time he has seen Adam since he cradled him in his arms. Adam is wrapped almost completely in kelp and needs the help from Eileen to move around.
“It looks like everyone is here we should start,” says Raphael as Gabriel starts biting into a mango.
“Mermen and mermaids,” Michael raises his voice to get everyone's attention and the room falls silent all eyes on the center of the room. “We gather today because Adam the mermen I am courting was attacked by Ramiel,” he waits for the room to fall silent again. “We want Adam to identify him and we will deliver his punishment,” concludes Michael.
“Inias and Hannah bring Ramiel in,” orders Raphael. The room erupts with whispers and murmurs as Ramiel is brought in now fully bandaged.
Michael waits for the room to silence before asking, “Adam can you identify if this is the mermen that attack you?” He sees Adam pale and fights the urge to swim towards him, take him back to his den and comfort him.
“Yeah it was him that attacked me,” confirms Adam. He sees Eileen put a hand on his shoulder and tries to comfort him.
Michael forces himself to look away from him, “Now that it has been confirmed we will deliver his punishment,” he motions to Lucifer.
“Exile,” says Lucifer simply.
“Exile?! That is it he attacked Adam, my future mate and Dean and Sam’s brother which are the leaders of a colony. Adam is barely standing here and Ramiel admitted to doing it and you just exile his attacker,” says Michael.
“Well I didn’t know he admitted to doing it or your boy toy was the brother of some leaders of a lowlife colony but my punishment stands exile,” says Lucifer calmly. Michael looks at his other brothers for help.
“He has delivered his punishment Michael and it is what it is,” says Raphael.
“If he was your mate that the only punishment would be death but since he is not, exile is also an option, sorry Michael,” says Gabriel as soon as he finishes slurping his sweet snail.
Michael scrapes his nails leaving angry scratch marks behind over the rock before addressing the colonies gathered in the room, “Ramiel you are sentenced to exile.” He hears shouts and murmurs among the crowd, he sees Sam and Castiel holding Dean back once again. Michael blocks it all out and focuses only on Adam. He swims to him and gathers him in his arms burying his nose on Adam's soft hair and a smile spread on his face knowing he was safe.
Adam: He loves the feeling of having Michael strong arms around him, he felt safe, “Hey I am okay. I am actually happy he was just exile I don’t think I would have been okay with him being executed,” says Adam, his voice muffled because his face is pressed against Michael’s chest.
“Yes you are and I am going to make sure it stays that way. I am not completely satisfied with the decision but if you are happy then I am happy,” says Michael. Adam wraps his arms tighter around Michael just getting lost in the moment. They are interrupted a few minutes later by Sam, Dean, and Cas swimming over.
“Hey how are you doing?” asks Sam.
“I am fine,” replies Adam.
“Adam remember what we talk about,” says Eileen.
He looks at her and grumbles, “It hurts a bit but I should be fine.” He sees Dean fidgeting unsure of what to say and Castiel rolls his eyes.
“ That is good Adam if you need anything we would like to help. I know it is probably hard to swim around right now,” says Castiel.
“I will most likely stop by and check up on you and see how are you healing,” adds Eileen.
“I can come with Eileen and check up on you too, if that is okay,” says Sam.
“ Yeah that is okay Sam and I will try and ask for help if I need it,” reassures Adam. He looks back to Dean who hasn’t said anything and is still looking at the ground.
“We should head back to my den if you want so you can rest,” says Michael.
He starts to nod when he hears Dean clear his throat when Cas gives him a look, “ Hey Adam ummm,” he whispers, “Seriously if you need help we will do our best to help. You are family and our baby brother. I know talking about my feelings is not my strong suit but I was really worried when Sam told me you were attack. We just want to make sure you are okay,” Dean rubs the back of his neck nervously.
“We were both worried for you Adam, that is why we helped to find your attacker. It was like the cave all over we looked and turned every rock just to find a way to get you out. Dean most likely dug half of that hole by himself just to get you out. All I am saying is that we care and we will never leave you behind,” says Sam. Adam had never heard their side of the story and now he felt like an ass for not asking and just assuming they had forgotten about him.
He makes his way towards them as best as he can with his injured tail. When he reaches them he wraps both of them in a hug and they quickly hug back. Dean is the first to break away but has a bright smile on his face and Sam has a similar look on his face. “ Okay enough feeling talked for today you go and rest, we will check up on you tomorrow,” says Dean.
“There is one more thing and we can talk more about later but Cassie you need to plan for the Bonding ceremony. I know Dean already mated you but I would like to make it official,” says Michael looking at his baby brother.
“I was wondering when would you bring up,” grumbles Cas, “Dean and I will talk about then we will tell you our decision.”
“Hey, I am down for a Bonding ceremony," says Dean wrapping his hand around Cas’ hand.
“We would also like to do a Bonding ceremony as well but we will talk more about it when Adam is better and can swim,” says Sam.
“I cannot wait to discuss details,” smiles Eileen, hooking her arm with Sam’s arm.
“Excellent well we should head to my den,” says Michael looking at Adam. He swims back as best as he can and is carried by Michael to his den. Dean and Cas head back to their kids and Sam and Eileen head back to Sam’s den to rest after the day’s events.
Lucifer: He swims to the outskirts of the colony knowing that this is where the guards had to bring him here so Ramiel could start his exile. Lucifer finds him rather quickly, “I see you haven’t gone far,” he says.
“Just looking at my home one last time thanks to you I am in exile and I still don’t have an idea why you ask me to hurt that boy.” says Ramiel.
Lucifer smirks, “ Just wanted to see my brother suffer.” He smiles at the memory of seeing his brother cradling the boy's body to bad Ramile didn’t actually kill him. That would be something his brother would never recuperate from. He chuckles as he pulls his sword out and runs a finger over the blade, now to tie loose ends. With a swift motion he slashes Ramiel’s throat before he even realizes what is happening. Lucifer watches with a smile on his face as he sees the life of the mermen fade out and his body stops twitching. He cleans his sword before swimming back to the colony knowing the sharks and other creatures will clean it up. It will take a patrol a few days to head out this way again by then there will be no evidence of what occurred.
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jeon jeongguk / reader genre: boyfriend au words: 3744 warnings: crack humour, a liddol bit of fluff, slight suggestive sexual content, jeongguk and y/n being chaotic lowkey & five year old jeno being an actual savage... a/n: happy 2 see such a great response to the lovely couple with part one !!!!!! pls continue to luv and support them (♥ó㉨ò)ノ (pls see series parts on my masterlist!!)
➸ Jeongguk and Y/N play Mom and Dad for a little bit.
Jeongguk could cry. He could quite honestly, genuinely, whole-heartedly cry, right here and right now in the middle of his living room, surrounded by mess and feathers from the bedroom pillows.
He loves kids, don’t get him wrong- my God, he loves kids, and loves how kids can make a house feel like a home, how kids say some really fucking weird things; but, Jeongguk finds that kids are a lot of hard work. He has half the heart to call his parents and say sorry urgently, because children are like tiny spawns of Satan, demons wanting to cause chaos at every corner.
The last time Jeongguk and yourself were given the mission of looking after your niece and nephews, they were much smaller, and therefore easier to look after. All they did was sleep, and cry when they were hungry or needed to pee or poop, and were perfectly content doing absolutely nothing all damn day. Now, three years later, when your sister and her husband are going on a small self-care vacation to Spain, Jeongguk removes himself from the situation to observe the situation, which in description is the view of his living room completely ransacked and bustling with life, crazed children dashing around at full speed, like Mario Kart characters using the star.
It’s so overwhelming that he actually doesn’t even know what to say. When the fuck did they get so hard to look after?
Whenever your niece and nephews came over to visit, they clung to Jeongguk like moths to lamplight. You never knew why. Jeongguk was fun, and easy to get along with, and perhaps his kind-hearted nature was universally loved by all ages. Even when they were babies and newborns, they settled with Jeongguk, staying silent and googly-eyed whereas in your arms they screeched, like banshees or dinosaurs swinging in trees. You couldn’t fault them; Jeongguk was irresistible, maternal almost in the way his voice changed around the kids, the way he laughed at their weird jokes and forced himself into pretend roles, like the mean villain coming to take over their Playmobil hospital.
Eight a.m, that’s when they arrived. Jeongguk had got up at six, eager and anxious, already cutting up salad bowls made up of apple slices and watermelons. Over an overly bitter cup of tea, you heard him ask, “wait, can three year olds eat watermelon?”, and you glared at him to resist the urge to respond with something that may well hurt his feelings.
“I usually like to put them to bed at about eight, but they won’t go to sleep even if you force their eyes closed, so just be firm with them,” is what your sister had said, frantically trying to detach a clinging boy from her leg. Jeongguk blinked owlishly, standing behind you in the hallway as you followed behind her wordless. Maybe Jeongguk didn’t know what firm meant. Raising your voice and being stern with little tiny precious angelic creatures? Never.
(1)
“Y/N, I’m sorry, but you’re boring.”
Five year olds can be blunt and mean. You now know this to be a fact, because the eldest of the four just said that to you, his hands on his hips with his lips in an unamused pout. He stands by the window, one foot on the Playmobil ambulance and the other on his leg like a flamingo.
“What? Why, what did I do?” you ask, confused and honestly, slightly offended. Jeongguk sits off to one side petting the hair of the youngest, his secret favourite because she’s not quite old enough to ask questions or complain.
“That’s what I mean, you’re not doing anything,” he huffs. “You’re supposed to be the bad police officer.”
“There’s no such thing as a bad police officer,” you try to tell him. You pause, realising you’re wrong but also realising that you’re not advised to get political with a five year old, especially one who still thinks the tooth fairy is a real thing. “I’m trying to be realistic.”
“You suck,” comes his reply. Jeongguk snorts, shrugging when you glance at him angrily.
“Stop, you know I’m your favourite Aunt,” you say to him sweetly.
Your nephew, sassy and honest little Jeno, pulls a face and sits back down with a huff, snatching the ambulance off the carpet to thrust the small man inside. “You’re my only Aunt, Auntie Y/N.”
Right.
The not-so-bad-police-officer gets snatched away from you seconds later and you decide, with finality and assertiveness, that you’re done with playing pretend with them. You lift yourself up off the floor, crouching over to take Yeji away from Jeongguk’s arms. Jeongguk pouts, his eyes blown wide as he watches the baby being lifted away from him and towards you.
“Uncle Jeongguk can be the villain,” you suggest, making Jeno forget how uncool you are as he launches into an enthusiastic cheer, followed by his siblings who are making noise just because he is. Jeongguk stares at you, pleading. “Anybody hungry?”
“No thanks, Auntie Y/N,” Jeno replies.
“Oh, do we have animal crackers?” asks Sanha politely, and you nod, taking his hand as you walk towards the kitchen, where a neatly packed bag sits on the counter where you left it when the four little monsters came by your apartment this morning.
Jeongguk lets his body slump as he realises he has nowhere to run, no excuses to pull up, and he positions himself on all fours to get the police officer miniature and indulge in Jeno’s futuristic fantasies of a police officer murdering hospital patients. Honestly, sometimes you have to respect a child’s morbid creativity, even when it scares the living hell out of you.
(2)
“Y/N, did you move Jeno’s inhaler?”
“No, why?”
Jeongguk appears in the doorway to the kitchen, scratching the back of his neck out of a nervous, absent-minded habit. His eyes are glued to the four children in the living room.
“They’re running around a lot, I don’t want Jeno to lose his breath and have an attack,” Jeongguk explains, meanwhile you rummage around in your sister’s handy dandy travel bag and search for the tiny blue inhaler. Jeongguk braves looking away from them and instead over to you, “if it’s not in there, it’s fine, I’ll check the bathroom again.”
You hum, searching blindly. “Yeah, it’s not here, baby. Check the cabinet under the sink, I’m eighty nine percent sure that it’s in one of those plastic boxes.”
Jeongguk’s eyebrows push up in amusement: “Jeno’s life is counting on this eighty nine percent.”
“The more you question me, the less confident I get. Check the bathroom,” you reply, shoving a baby carrot into your mouth as you follow Jeongguk out of the kitchen, opting to watch the kids while he rummages around in hordes of bathroom mess. While Jeongguk hurries into the hallway to check the bathroom, you step out into the living room and pause comically.
The four kids seem perfectly happy, loud and obnoxious and covered in a thin layer of white feathers, bleeding from one of the pillows mangled on the floor. Without context, this looks like a murder scene, with crayons broken and split around the floor and the couch throw on the floor next to the Playmobil set, and you’re half praying on everybody’s behalf that those pillows arent the ones from the master bedroom, because you’re pretty sure you don’t have any spares laying around for later.
“Found it,” Jeongguk returns a few minutes later, holding the small inhaler in his hands. After taking a second out of the room, when he comes back he doesn’t quite know what to say. “The mess wasn’t my fault.”
You frown, your hands on your hips. “I know. Maybe you should put on a movie, keep them entertained for a bit so they don’t completely trash our house.”
Jeongguk chews the inside of his lip. “Is it cheating if we call over Seokjin to help? He’s always on kiddie pool duty, he’s better with kids than we are.”
“You’re so good with kids, shut up,” you say to him, gently smacking his arm. “They love you.”
So, he huffs. Stealing a kiss from you, he gently pushes you backwards and then steps across the room, expertly mindful of the landmines of lego on the floor as he grabs Jeno and moves him away from the coffee table, to sit on the couch next to his siblings while Jeongguk retreats to the movie box, filled with animated films that the kids go absolutely bonkers for. You hear the start of an argument over which Disney movie to watch first as you return to the kitchen, chopping up vegetables that, secretly, you know will make you the ultimate uncool Aunt.
(3)
“I hate carrots.”
“You do like carrots.”
A gag. “Vegetables! Yuck!”
With one hand, you rake through your hair, staring tiredly at Jeno and Jaemin as they fuss over the food on their plates. And it’s not even like you wanted to give them carrots! You’re just following the note left for you in the bag, with the instructions of an actual parent being your law. Jeongguk sits at the other end of the table, twirling his fork around his food as he watches, feeling increasingly guilty.
It’s hard being an Aunt, especially hard being the uncool Aunt. He knows it’s just a joke, just something the kids say because you’re looking out for them, and he frowns, looking around the table.
“I’m allergic to carrots,” Jeno says suddenly.
“Don’t lie,” you tell him, aeroplane feeding Yeji who seems to be the only baby present who appreciates your efforts. She laughs and squeals as the spoon of food comes towards her and that makes you smile, animated sound effects as she eats it.
Jeno pouts, “It’s true.”
“Your Mom told me to feed you this, don’t hate me,” you say to him, making your own pout which he, as a stubborn five year old, ignores. “Come on, eat all your food and you can have pudding afterwards. I’ll let you have two slices of cake instead of one.”
He feels tempted. “Can I leave the carrots?”
“No. Carrots will make you super strong,” you explain. “Uncle Jeongguk ate carrots when he was a kid and now he’s real strong, look!”
Jeno glances at Jeongguk, who smiles for effect and encouragement. “Auntie Y/N is right. I hated carrots too, but I wanted to be big and strong so I ate all my vegetables.”
A groan of sadness comes out of Jeno’s mouth. At this point, Jaemin is convinced, wolfing down his carrots that he actually doesn’t hate after-all, considering they’re gone in a matter of seconds. Sanha seems unbothered about the entire thing, quietly eating his food because he knows that he wants that additional slice of cake, even if Jeno is going to refuse it, he is not!
Before you can have a mental breakdown at the dinner table, Jeongguk leans over slightly and looks at Jeno with a gentle and wide-eyed expression, child-like, engaging. “Did you also know that all the good kids on Santa’s nice list eat vegetables?”
Mid-mumble, Jeno freezes, looking at Uncle Jeongguk. “Really?” Intonation, his voice is so high.
Jeongguk nods. “Mhm! Santa said that if you eat your veggies and say thank you to whoever made you the meal, he’ll bring you anything you want on Christmas Day. Don’t you wanna be on the good list?”
Jeno nods furiously. “Yep! Uncle Jeongguk, that’s so cool, you know Santa!”
Eh...If it works. Jeongguk doesn’t argue or disagree as Jeno quickly finishes his plate without protest, seemingly fine at the end considering he just said he was allergic. As he scoffs down the contents of his plate, you look over at Jeongguk and silently thank him, slumping as if suggesting that you were tired. He grins, knowing the feeling.
(4)
Splash.
“Careful, honey, don’t get the floor all wet.”
“Sorry, Auntie Y/N. It was the ducky’s fault!”
Bath time is a chore, surprisingly harder than it was when they were babies and needed extra attention in the water. Sanha sits solo in the bathtub, the sound of Jaemin and Jeno running around in the bedroom an ambience as you crouch by the tub and help Sanha get clean. Yeji is the only child clean and patient, so calm and cute and cuddly and ready to go to sleep the second her bathtime is over. Jeongguk groans somewhere in the apartment, keeping the twins entertained while Sanha finishes up.
“O-kay,” you say, after a few minutes of helping wash away some suspicious chocolate stains off his arms. Most likely super-cool-Uncle-Jeongguk gave them something extra after dessert, and honestly, that wouldn’t surprise you if it were true. “All done! Feel better?”
Sanha nods, letting the duck float away. “Yep. I’m cold.”
“Once you’re dry and changed, we can put on the heating and finish up watching Cars, does that sound okay?”
“That sounds fun, Auntie Y/N! You’re the bestest,” he grins, and you grin too, because honestly, you’re taking coolness points in gasps, and anything to prove you’re not some grouchy unfun Aunt is welcomed and encouraged. Sanha doesn’t make a fuss as he gets dried, shuddering for extra effect and happily snuggling into his duck onesie once everything is dry and ready for him to get changed.
Sanha is a human rocket. He hops into his onesie and races back into the living room, reaching his final destination of Uncle Jeongguk as a loud groan fills the house, likely due to the fact that Sanha has jumped on top of his Uncle, like he always does, just to get the reaction. You sniff, leaning to flush the toilet because apparently they haven’t quite mastered that one yet, and drain the bathtub. The floor sits wet, pooling like an extra tub or the floor of a shower and you sigh, grabbing an extra towel off the rack to soak up the bathwater, the low bubbling sound of the water disappearing briefly out-yelling the terrorsome three out in the living room.
“Need any help, baby?”
Behind you, Jeongguk appears in the doorway, not quite in and not quite out. He hovers, waiting patiently to see if he can find an excuse to stop being a couch for the three kids. You lean over the bathtub, taking out their small toys and setting them on the side with hopes that they will dry overnight.
“Nah, I’m okay,” you tell him, looking over your shoulder with a smile. Jeongguk stands there, having changed, in an oversized jumper and sweats. “What are they doing?”
“Fighting,” Jeongguk says. “I’d break it up, but I wanna see if they’ll learn their lesson once they get hurt.”
“That’s perfect. But fucked. Are we fucked up?”
Jeongguk shrugs. “Worked for me and my brother when we were younger. I turned out okay!”
You look at him for a moment with a bewildered look. “Sure, if that’s what you want to call it.”
The bathtub makes a gurgle, the water gone and you crouch to pick up the bathmat, hanging it over the small radiator for it to dry faster. Jeongguk then takes several steps backwards as you meet him outside, his smile widening as you close the door and turn off the light, falling into his arms with a soft thud and sigh. His arms wrap around you sweetly, warm and tight, like home. Jeongguk likes weekends for the moments he gets to spend with you, but today, he’s barely seen you in his own home. Longing- Jeongguk tightens his arms around you and presses his lips to the crown of your head, gently swaying you from side to side like a waltz. He knows you feel the same way, the same kind of tired and wanting energy, as your arms lock around him tighter.
“Come on,” Jeongguk mutters, pouting slightly when you pull out of his embrace and glance up at him through your eyelashes. He exaggerates it, humming, and then leaning to press his lips to yours. Moments after he pulls away, he comes back in for another, and another, his hands molded behind your back. “Love you,” he adds in between one kiss, and you hum in reply. It’s enough.
There’s a pitter-patter of feet. “Ewwww! Auntie Y/N and Uncle Jeongguk are having sex!”
You pull away from Jeongguk with such speed that it might give you whiplash; Jeno stands looking slightly horrified in the hallway, near the door to the living room, proud of his rising of ews that follow from his siblings near the TV.
“Don’t say that! Where did you even learn that word?” you gasp, moving towards the five year old.
Jeno shrugs. “Heard it at Mommy’s birthday party. Uncle Taehyung said it.”
You sigh knowingly. “Should have known.”
“Please don’t go around saying that when your Mom and Dad come to get you,” Jeongguk adds in, looking flustered from behind you.
That wouldn’t be the most impressive thing to hear when you walk through the door to collect your kids.
(5)
The bathroom light switches off. Jeongguk closes the door and rubs his face, groaning out aches from his shoulders as he approaches the bed, shirtless, his toes curling into the carpet.
“I swear they weren’t that crazy last time we looked after them,” Jeongguk says, sinking onto the bed. “Have they always been like that? Am I the crazy one?”
“It’s this scary thing called growing up,” you reply, sitting back against your pillows with your phone in your hands, the screen lighting up with new messages from your sister. “Can’t believe you got them to go to sleep without any trouble. It’s giving me baby-fever…”
“I’m gonna - I’m gonna have to ask you to slow down,” replies Jeongguk, sounding winded.
“Everytime you hang out with them, it just proves to me how good you are with kids, and how, you know, someday you might be a Dad and- ugh, you’re gonna be great,” you sigh, followed by Jeongguk grunting with amusement and shuffling to lay right beside you, his nose on your arm. You set your phone down, turning to match together against him like a puzzle. “They’re not shy when it comes to picking favourites. God, they really hate me.”
Jeongguk rolls his eyes, “No, they don't. They love you- you’re so good with looking after them. If I was doing all this alone, there’s no doubt I’d probs forget to feed them at dinner time. I’d straight up order a pizza and forget that kids need certain foods to grow up.”
Laughter suffices as a reply, and that’s that for a little bit. In his head, Jeongguk wants to talk all about how great of a Mom you’ll be, how amazing it would be for him to watch you raise children, his children. He doesn’t say any of these things, because he’s one-hundred-percent certain that you know it all already, and that you’re just modest and insecure about it. So, Jeongguk hums and pulls you closer for a hug, smooching your lips when you’re close enough.
The door is closed. The four kids are sleeping, Yeji so deep in sleep that not even her brothers could wake her up if they screamed. Jeongguk knows this. You know this. So, he moves his hand from your back to your ass, feeling the curve, feeling the smile against his teeth.
“Stop, our niece and nephews are next door,” you warn him, quietly, mumbles against his mouth. Jeongguk smirks, gently nipping your bottom lip with his teeth and pushing his head into your neck.
“And it would suck to wake them up,” Jeongguk replies, worming his way into places hot and inviting. “So, keep it quiet, yeah?”
You huff, rolling to your back and parting your legs as Jeongguk slots in between. “I love when you get bossy on an evening,” you say to mock him and he laughs quietly.
“I love you,” he breathes, and you don’t get time to reply.
He knows, though.
(6)
“And they were good?”
Jeongguk and yourself share a glance.
“Golden,” you say.
Your sister stands in the kitchen, giving you both the stink eye while the three older kids race around the house, excited at the fact their cool parents are home three days later. Honestly, she knows you’re lying, because these are her kids and she knows them better than anybody.
Anyway, she shrugs. “They must always be good for you guys. You can babysit more often.”
Jeongguk tenses in his seat. He loves these kids but, holy fuck, the thought of looking after them again so soon makes him want to throw up. If there is one thing Jeongguk has learnt from looking after three wild rampaging children and one angelic princess baby- but, again, he has no favouritism!-, it’s that it is absolutely harder than it looks.
It’s not enough to put him off though.
When the house is emptied of tiny humans and is left cold and quiet and a little bit messy, Jeongguk stoops to pick up left behind piles of mess on the floor and he finds himself smiling. Now that he thinks about it, it was actually kind of fun. Being a Dad for the day. Then he thinks about being a Dad one day. His eyes find you across the room hauling the hoover out of the storage cupboard and his heart does somersaults.
(7)
[5:45pm] Mean Sibling #1: Tell me why Jeno is talking about how you and Jeongguk had sex [5:46pm] You: OMG THATS NOT TRUE [5:46pm] You: well, i mean… [5:46pm] You: not in front of them !!!! what kind of aunt do you think i am????? [5:49pm] Mean Sibling #1: How does he even know what sex means….how does he know that word [5:50pm] Mean Sibling #1: Hyo is laughing at me. what does my husband know that i don’t [5:52pm] You: that sounds like a you problem [5:54pm] Mean Sibling #1: ok well sorry for accusing you :P gotta give my FIVE YEAR OLD a talk….dear fucking god [5:59pm] Mean Sibling #1: wait a damn second wtf do you mean NOT IN FRONT OF THEM??? [6:00pm] Mean Sibling #1: Y/N ANSWER UR PHONE [6:01pm] Mean Sibling #1: Y/N [6:03pm] Mean Sibling #1: fucker
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CONSEQUENCES | CHAPTER ELEVEN | LEGACIES/THE ORIGINALS
BOOK THREE IN THE SIDE CHARACTER/LILAH SERIES
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"And what authority do you think you have to demand that I show up to your little gathering? I think I already spoke my piece with you earlier," Rebekah Mikaelson said with her normal amount of sass and ferocity, walking down the staircase of the compound slowly, her arms crossed. Marcel was in tow.
"You're gonna want to hear what I have to say, Bex," replied Lilah, glancing at Lorelle as she spoke. "There's something I've... we've... been keeping from you."
"We?" Freya questioned, seeing Lilah looking at Lorelle. "You and Lorelle have been keeping something from us?"
Lorelle grimaced, giving her daughter pleading eyes as if to ask her to be quiet. It felt surreal, like Lilah wasn't in her own body as she stood there, heart pounding as she tried to think of the right words to tell her family she's been keeping secrets to them for a thousand years.
"Ah yes, what's the next act of betrayal you are going to reveal to us, dear Lilah?" questioned Rebekah.
"I think we should hear her out without the commentary, yes sister?" Kol asked, leaning forward to look at his sister, but then back to Lilah, nodding at her.
"I've been trying to figure out these visions I keep having, these flashes of deja vu, this feeling we've all forgotten something important to us," Lilah started. She took a deep breath, looking at all of them. "These past few years, you've been nothing short of family."
"Oh, stop the melodramatics and just get on with it," Rebekah groaned, sitting down next to her sister.
"I'm Elijah's daughter," Lilah said.
She looked as the expressions on the Mikaelson siblings and Davina widened with surprise. Rebekah got up first, grabbing Lilah by her neck and pinning her to the wall.
"Rebekah!" Marcel shouted, everyone standing up.
"What sick game are you trying to play?" Rebekah asked her, putting pressure against her neck. "My brother is dead, Lilah! Don't play games with us."
Lilah shoved her aunt back, speeding them to the other wall.
"It's not a game, Rebekah," Lilah yelled back.
A moment later both girls were clenching their heads in pain, letting go of one another as they fell to the floor. Davina and Freya stepped forwards, a hand extended as they made the two Mikaelson girls wince in agony.
"That's enough from the both of you," Freya said once she and Davina put their hands down.
Kol looked to Lorelle, "Well, Lorie, I do believe you and my dear niece here have some explaining to do," he said, showing off his best Kol Mikaelson charming smile.
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Lilah stood pressed against the wall in the study, Rebekah against the other as Freya flipped through the pages of a grimoire. Kol, Marcel, and Davina were with her, watching her as she looked determined to find something. Lorelle was sitting a little while away, still not speaking or confirming the claim her daughter had made.
"Here, this," she said, pulling out a yellowed piece of paper. "I found this in here around the same time Lilah became apart of our lives."
She handed it to Kol, who dramatically cleared his throat, holding the paper out in front of him as he read the note, "I sure do hope Elijah will forgive me. The child will to be named what he and Lorelle once talked about, though he may never meet her, and her mortal life will be spent thanks to this deal I had made years ago. She will have Freya, so all will be fine. Lilah Mikaelson, gifted with the name her parents had drafted before she had even existed. Lilah Mikaelson, with an L name to have a piece of Lorelle, and the rest of her name sounding like a piece of Elijah, will have parts of them where she goes. May Freya take care of the child and watch over the little witch as she grows. - Esther."
All eyes went to Lorelle and Lilah.
"Sister, why haven't you said anything about this?" Kol asked Freya, waving the paper in his hand.
"When I found it, I just thought it was a coincidence," Freya said, sitting down on the table, shaking her head as tears looked like they began to form in her eyes. "I mean... I never met another child, let alone my own niece, in all my time with Dahlia."
The siblings looked to Lilah, eyes searching for an explanation to the bomb that she had exploded.
She tentatively stepped closer to Freya, her arms extended up towards her head. "May I?"
Freya nodded, and she placed her hands on her Aunt's head, closing her eyes shut as she tried to make her see the past.
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Lilah had to have been about ten when Dahlia let her roam around for the first time, let her even speak to Freya if she pleased. She just had to make sure she would not reveal her identity as Elijah's firstborn, or face the wrath of Dahlia.
For the day, she spent her time by Freya's side, asking her to help her pick apples. Freya watched the little girl, telling her to be careful when she climbed the tree. She braided her hair and fixed up the scrape she had gotten when she did, indeed, fall out of the tree.
Before she returned to the place Dahlia kept her, she grabbed Freya's face in her hands and told her, "You're the mummy I never got to have, even for a day."
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When Lilah opened her eyes again and stepped back, Freya looked like the wind was knocked out of her. Tears fell from both of her eyes, and she didn't even attempt to wipe them.
"You were that little girl?" Freya asked. "W-what didn't you tell me back then?"
"Dahlia threatened me of I did," she shrugged. "She was scared what two Mikaelson witches could do in rebellion of her, so she kept us separate. She knew you would've fought her harder for freedom, for my sake."
Freya was sobbing as she pulled Lilah into her arms, grieving for the childhood she knew that Lialh was subject to. A childhood she herself had. A childhood she hated.
"I would've," she nodded, blinking back tears. "I would've fought so much harder for freedom if I had known you were my brother's daughter."
"I know," Lilah said, wiping a tear that fell from her own eyes. "I know."
"Wait," Rebekah said, ruining the heartfelt moment. She pushed against the wall, walking towards the middle of the room. Practically yelling, she asked, "You've been apart from Dahlia for over a thousand years, you have been with this family for almost seventeen, and you didn't say a damn thing?"
"I didn't know how to," Lilah said softly.
"Bullshit, Lilah, you had a thousand years to think of something to say!" Rebekah exploded, slamming her hands on the table. "All you had to do is say, 'Hi, I'm Lilah Mikaelson.' Do what you just did right now. Do what Freya did when she found us. It's not that damn difficult!"
"I was desiccated for five hundred years after Dahlia used the spell Esther used on you to turn me, but got rid of the white oak loophole so I could just be miserable for all eternity!" Lilah yelled back, which earned more shocked looks from the vampires in the rooms. "Rebekah, you hated the thought of being daggered for one hundred forty years, and Kol, two hundred ninety five is a horrible amount of time to be daggered, but desiccated for five hundred. We all know from Finn that the longer one is daggered or desiccated, the more mentally isolated they feel. So yeah, Rebekah, it was that damn difficult. I woke up in a world that was not my own, had to learn how to be a vampire by myself, and the first things I hear are whispers in the wind about how big and bad my family was. It was that difficult. You spent so long trying to get away from Klaus, Elijah almost killed him once, he always had you guys daggered, do you think that was the family I wanted to be apart of? After being held captive my entire childhood?"
Rebekah pressed her lips to a thin line, knowing Lilah was right.
Rebekah spun around, pointing a finger at Lorelle, not having an answer for Lilah. Softly, she said, "Why did you keep my brother's child from us? Why did you just abandon us back then?"
"It was your mother's wishes," Lorelle said, one of the first things she had said since Lilah unraveled the thousand year secret.
"And what about the baby's father's wishes?" Rebekah asked, trying to calm herself down. She turned back to Lilah, "Elijah treated you like this own without even knowing who you were, and you repay him by letting him die?"
"Do you think it was easy watching my dad die?"
"Rebekah, tha's not fair..." Marcel tried to intervene.
"Fair? Not fair?" Rebekah asked. "Elijah told you he was going to die with Klaus, and you didn't do a damn thing. You let him die not knowing he had a daughter!"
"Rebekah..." Marcel said, grabbing her and bringing her close in an attempt to calm her down.
"Perhaps if you weren't such a liar like your mother my big brother would still be alive," Rebekah spat out in almost a whisper, as if the words hurt her to say, too.
"Okay, we're leaving, c'mon," Marcel said, pulling her towards the staircase. She shook her head, but Marcel kept tugging until she came with.
Davina walked over to Lilah, wrapping her arms around one of her best friends who now let her sobs go. Freya shut the grimoire she had on the table, and Kol rubbed his face with both of his hands.
"We're not the Mikaelsons without crazy family drama, eh?" Kol tried to joke, walking over to his wife and his niece. "C'mere darling, it's all right. Auntie Bex is just a bit emotional, okay? You're lucky you got your mum's temper instead of your dad's." Kol rubbed her back, still making jokes.
"Oh please," Freya added to the jokes, "She has a Mikaelson's temper, too."
"Lorelle's good looks though," Kol said, poking his niece's noise. "You got lucky."
She laughed, wiping her face as she stepped back from Kol and Davina.
"You two aren't mad that I kept this from you?" Lilah asked.
"I'm disappointed," Kol said. "In the fact that we lost so much time with you. I feel like we would've had fun together growing up, or even just together as Originals."
"As someone who also once ran from this family after seeing the cruelty that came with the territory, I don't really blame you," Freya said, moving her hair out of her face.
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Lilah tipped her head back, consuming yet another shot as she stood on the balcony of the compound, looking out at the bustling city she came to love so much.
"Hi, darling," Lorelle said, coming outside and putting a blanket on Lilah's shoulders. "You've had a long night of storming in here and storming back out, then coming right back in."
"It's been a long twenty four hours," Lilah nodded. "I'm sorry I outed you like that."
"It's okay," Lorelle shook her head, brushing her hands through her daughter's hair. "Are you ready to finally talk to me? For real?"
Lilah looked at her, a small smile on her face. "Yeah, I think I am."
Lorelle smiled, the two girls of the Julson family walking to Lorelle's room in the compound. They sat on the floor, Lorelle telling her daughter stories.
"I just remember the nine months where I was pregnant with you, hoping that some day you'll be able to know a parent's love, even if it wasn't my own," Lorelle explained. "I got to hold you once before Dahlia came to collect, and I knew you were the most beautiful thing in the world."
"I got to know both," Lilah said, nodding as she spoke. "I got to know what it was like to have Elijah love me, to have you love me. I think I've had a pretty fulfilling life so far... I just can't help but feeling like something is missing."
"What's the next steps in your plans to know the girl in the photos? The one you've all seemed to have forgotten?"
Lilah was silent for a while, before she shrugged and shook her head. "I honestly have no idea."
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CHAPTER TWELVE
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Sammy and Norman. One of them gets drafted? The goodbyes, the worry, maybe never get to see the other again ?
Summary: The battlefield took his arm and a finger, and maybe a little bit of his sanity, but that studio took much more from everyone else. It took their mind, soul and body.
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Dread had been a creeping stalker from the moment he'd witnessed many of his neighbors being called upon to help in the war efforts. It had followed Sammy around like a wolf in the shadows, making him fret for what he considered an inevitability of sorts. As the man of a household it only made sense that he'd be singled out as another viable soldier despite being the least capable sort to be found in a war.
A man of the arts, with careful and gentle fingers. Cannon fodder at best.
It was a harrowing feeling, because it truly made him fear for what may happen to his dear little sister without him around.
So really, one should be more sympathetic when his turn did come up and his only reaction was to fall to his knees in despair.
He had two days to make preparations. Then he'd be sent out with the rest of the sheep to the slaughter.
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"You're leaving?!" Joey Drew, as slow as he was to move about without that silly looking cane of his, was much too fast getting to his feet for Sammy's liking. He shot up from his seat like a serpent ready to strike at any moment.
The safety of a desk between a scared mouse and a vile snake was a comfort.
"I don't have a choice in the matter." The blond kept his composure despite knowing quite well what Joey was more than capable of doing if he felt like he'd been crossed. He'd rather be scorned by the devil than be labeled a traitor to his country.
One of these outcomes had a 50% chance of survival. "I've been drafted. In two days I'll be sent off to die in a nonsensical war."
"But your obligations to the studio! We need you here to put a tune to the cartoons!"
"My obligations?! Joey, I've been drafted. I can't kindly decline!" Sammy exclaimed in disbelief. "It's not like picking what you want to eat at lunch. If I try to skirt around this I'll be as good as dead."
"If you go you'll most certainly be dead, and then who's going to compose for the studio?!" Joey's tone had a hint of accusation, as if Sammy wanted this to happen. Might as well blame him for the war while he was at it.
"It's a fucking cartoon, Joey! My life is worth more than your stupid pictures!" His blood was beginning to boil. "I'm leaving and that's that. I'm dropping off the rest of my scores so Jack can finish them up, and I'm conducting the band one last time today. But tomorrow I ain't coming in because I'm helping my sister move out."
"You can't do this to me! How am I supposed to find a composer on such short notice?!" Joey slammed his hands on the table. From the looks of it, he was seething.
"Figure it out. You're the boss aren't you?!" Sammy turned away from the shaking Joey and walked out of his office. He felt strangely lighter on his feet. For once, arguing with his employer didn't make him feel vulnerable.
It was great, despite the circumstances.
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"I can't believe you're going to war... Sammy that's..." Jack's reaction to the news was a tearful one. It was quite sobering after getting a little giddy from getting under Joey's skin with no real consequences. "I'm gonna miss you."
"Aww... I'll miss you too, you big softy." The blond gave the shorter and pudgier man a pat on the shoulder, allowing him to squeeze his midsection in a tight hug. "You're going to be the man of the house now. Don't let the band trample over you... Those savages can sniff out weakness like a pack of hungry hyenas."
"They're not that bad. You're just easy to rile up, is all." Jack teased, laughing when Sammy gave him a pointed look.
"You know as well as I do that Joey will go after the head of a department if the lackeys slack off." He ignored the few glares he got from said 'lackeys'. "And this bunch gets what it deserves for being a bunch of children on the job."
"Can you leave sooner?!"
"Fuck you too Johnny! I hope your pipe organ falls on you!"
Jack cackled, which got a few other band members to crack up as well. Sammy too found himself smiling. Despite the frustration of leading this group of hellions through a carefully composed song, he'd miss the few occasionally humorous banters and mishaps.
He'd especially miss his good friend and pal. He could only hope the stress wouldn't get to Jack while he was away.
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People either gave him knowing pitiful looks, complimented his bravery in confronting Joey over his leaving on such short notice, or gave him a vague 'nice working with you, good luck' sort of gesture.
Word had spread through the departments and Sammy felt genuinely impressed at how quickly people went from detesting his presence to sucking up just to save face. No one wanted to be that one guy who was a dick to a soon to be dead patriot.
Susie absolutely smothered him with tearful kisses and tight hugs. She was a mess and, in return, he felt a mess as well.
He didn't want to leave...
"I'll see you off tomorrow." She whispered in his ear during a particularly long hug in the recording booth. "For good luck."
"Thank you doll..." He held on to her for as long as he could. "I'm going to miss this."
"Getting cried on?"
"Just being with you. You make my world so much brighter..."
"Sammy Lawrence you're such a sap, I love you." Susie giggles into his chest.
"Love you too Susiebell."
They'd parted ways, Sammy to collect his belongings and Susie to freshen up in one of the women's bathrooms.
On the way he encountered Norman while passing by the stairs that lead to his booth.
"Who'd have thought..."
"Hm?" He looked up at the projectionist who was staring down from his vantage point. Norman backed off and went for the stairs, meeting him halfway.
"My pa was military. He did things a particular sorta way." Norman explained "Includin' raising his kids in a rather peculiar fashion."
"That would explain your... Eccentricity." Sammy rolled his eyes, which got a laugh out of the older man.
"N'aw. I'm just the weird one... My siblings are pretty normal folk." He chuckled "But I digress. Thing is, my pa would wake us up at 5 in the morning, to do drills with us. 'Case of emergency he always did say... There's a war out there now and yous would think they'd call on me to help."
"Haven't they?" Sammy frowned.
"No." Norman's smile gradually faded. "My eye. It ain't no good, so they decided to call on my little brother instead..."
"....Shit."
"Uh-huh. Was lookin' for ya to tell ya. Your sister can still move in. Nelson's just gonna be the head o' the house instead."
"What about income? Who'll pay the rent and bills?" He felt uneasy about the situation. "They're still too young."
"I'll help with expenses ta best I can, but my little niece and nephew is looking for work. I'd advise your sister do ta same. Times gonna get rough Sammy."
"They are... Thanks Norman." The blond worried his bottom lip. "For helping."
"Well I'll be... Sammy Lawrence thankin' me for being a decent fella. What a day."
"Fuck you."
"You offerin' dinner first?"
"GOD!" He threw up his hands in defeat, which got a good hearty laugh out of the projectionist. "I'll be around your brother's tomorrow then. Good luck with Drew. I got a feeling he'll be extra surly in my absence."
"Can't imagine why. Poor Grant will go nuts if he hires an entire orchestra's worth o' folks to substitute yous."
The music director laughed and went back to what he'd been set to do. It felt nice to hear that he was worth an entire orchestra in someone's eyes.
He hoped Norman wouldn't have a hard time.
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Saying goodbye to his sister felt like a death march in its own right. He spent the entire day helping her move her belongings to the younger Polks's house. Her two friends were good help, and they even offered him tea and told him to rest whenever he got winded.
The boy, Nelson, warned him that he'd need to train his resistance if he wanted to survive the military drills. The family cat was much more sympathetic, seeming less worried about his physical capacity and more content with having a warm lap to sit on and a set of dexterous fingers to give it some good scratches.
When they'd finished, Sammy had taken his sister out to lunch. They'd run around town just having fun, something he'd rarely been able to do while working at the studio.
Then came the time to go.
To his surprise the train station was packed with a few studio workers.
Susie, Norman, Jack, Wally, Emma, Shawn, Grant and even a few of the band members had come to see him off.
He wasn't ashamed to admit he cried like a baby getting to say goodbye all over again. It felt good to be cared about, even if he wasn't the easiest person to be around of. The only other person that cried just as hard was his poor sister.
"Please come back, I can't lose my grumpy brother." The pleading broke his heart. He couldn't promise he'd come back which was what made this so upsetting.
"I'm not grumpy, just misunderstood." He retorted playfully in between hiccups.
"You're a grumpy butt, grumpiest goof there ever was." A tearful chuckle. His little Abby was flushed and covered in snot and tears. They were both very gross criers.
"Slander! I'm a misunderstood suffering artist." They pulled away and Sammy made sure to take a handkerchief from his pocket and begin trying to clean his sister's face. "Be good to your little friends. I'll try to write to you as much as I can..."
"I will... Please be careful Samuel." She pulled that old doll he'd given her and handed it over to him. Seamus had seen better days, well loved that he was. "Both of you have to come back."
He took her doll and smiled a sincere but rather sad smile.
"I'll do my best Abigail."
His best was not enough, but damn if he wasn't a stubborn son of a bitch. He'd return with her doll, even if he had to drag himself all the way back.
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Henry gave him a sympathetic look as both descended the lift with Boris looking at them uneasily. They'd pleased Alice enough that they'd gotten the tommy gun from her to complete the last task on her list of demands.
Sammy glanced at the cartoonist with a sad and tired expression. His prosthetic pinkie tapping against his ruined prosthetic arm.
It had already been clunky enough. After a few hits from a Piper, it had become virtually useless other than as a makeshift instrument.
"Are you ready?" Henry asked.
"No... But I never am for this part."
The lift stopped on level 14, and Sammy walked forward. Stamping his feet and kicking up as much ink as possible.
The shrill screech of the Projectionist filled the room as the twisted horror that Norman Polk had become ran forward to evicerate whomever dared intrude upon its domain.
Henry shot it down effortlessly and left Sammy to kneel beside the fallen beast.
The blond sighed sadly, staring at the dying creature with pity, before gently brushing it's back. He could hear Henry moving around, collecting the hearts.
"Shhh... Hush now." He continued to comfort what had once been a friend, feeling the burning gaze of Alice upon him. Judging him. "Sheep, sheep, sheep, It's time for sleep. Rest your head. It's time for bed. In the morning, you may wake. Or in the morning, you'll be dead..."
If it appreciated not being alone as it died, the Projectionist didn't give any indication. But the gentle pawing at his leg made Sammy hopeful that something of Norman remained to thank him before the poor creature went limp for good.
It would reform with no memory of his kindness, but it made his soul feel less heavy with guilt.
"Such a pity." Alice taunted from above. "If only you'd cared and stayed... Maybe less of us would have suffered so greatly."
"I doubt that Susiebell." He replied, uncaring if he would end up enraging her for denying her new identity. "I doubt that..."
The battlefield took his arm and a finger, and maybe a little bit of his sanity, but that studio took much more from everyone else. It took their mind, soul and body.
What was left made Sammy feel hopeless.
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I'm just imagining a cross-over of two of your interests - Bertie Wooster hanging out with Jonathan Carnahan. I think they would get along well!
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(BERTIE AND THE CARNAHAN SIBS WOULD BE BUDS. More on that later.)
I’d heard of Jeeves and Wooster a bit but never really got into it until last summer, when I basically fell in love with Bertie Wooster, and since The Mummy is one of those few fandoms that’s always in the back of my mind just waiting for an excuse for me to fall back in, I realised at some point that the characters of both fandoms are pretty close in age, or at least the same generation. (And then TM/TMR took over my brain and I put Wodehouse aside for a while.) Evelyn must be about 25 in the first film; there’s 8 years between Rachel Weisz and John Hannah, and she’s two years younger than Brendan Fraser, so in my head the characters’ ages in the first film go thus: Evy, 25; Rick, 27; Jon, 31 (because a 5/6 years’ difference is more fun to play with than 8 years). Which would make Bertie exactly Rick’s age and (again, in my head), Jeeves 6 years older than Bertie.
I was just throwing ideas together and summing up what might come out as vignettes one day in different characters’ points of view, but it got long, so I’m putting it under a cut ^^’ It’s mostly headcanon stuff, anyway.
So. The Carnahans are a moderately respectable family, even if a lot of the upper crust turned their backs on John Carnahan once he married Salwa al-Masri, and Jonathan and Evelyn (respectively 13 and 7) are deemed suitable playmates for 9 year old Bertie Wooster. Bertie is a little baffled by the tiny force of nature that is Evelyn Carnahan, who despite being a tiny slip of a girl with lots of curly hair walks with purpose and self-confidence. (And she can read almost better than he does.) They have themselves a little adventure, and the sibs conclude that Bertie Wooster is a good fellow. As for Bertie, he’s also looking forward to further lessons in picking locks, climbing down drainpipes, and other exciting endeavours Jonathan seems to know a lot about.
At some point he hears Aunt Agatha make… derogatory comments about the siblings and especially their mother, who is a very nice lady, and resolves to keep being friends, because aunts can in fact be wrong, no matter how scary they are.
When Bertie’s parents die, the siblings find a muted sunshine beam that doesn’t look like their Bertie. Jonathan sets out to cheer him up with Shenanigans, and before they know it all three have taken a tumble into the duck pond of Brinkley Court. It’s a warm summer, so they lie on the grass and wait for their clothes to dry, and Evy talks about Duat and the Weighing of Souls while the boys listen. It sounds beautiful and terrible and probably shouldn’t make Bertie feel better, but it does, a bit. Aunt Dahlia is a little horrified at the state of their clothes, though.
Bertie attends Eton, with Jonathan a few years above him, so they don’t actually see much of each other at school. When the war rolls in, Jonathan doesn’t enlist right away (he tries to finish his degree first - and fails) and so spends almost two years (early 1917 to late 1918) on the Western Front. Bertie, as expected of a young man of his class and education, joins up as soon as he turns 18, but just before he’s deployed he’s hit by the Spanish Flu and spends the last months of the war recuperating and stationed in the South of England. He and the Carnahans write to each other as regularly as they can.
When Evy’s and Jonathan’s parents die in a plane crash, they receive a long letter from Bertie. A lot of words are crossed out and corrected, and it’s meandering and sometimes a little nonsensical, but unlike most letters of condolences they received so far it was plainly written by someone who is 1) kind to the very core of his being, and 2) intimately familiar with that kind of grief.
At some point, Aunt Dahlia reasons that since Bertie and the Carnahan girl get along so well, she might make a fine match, and she tries to push them together. Bertie is awkward and low-key terrified, Evy is nerdy and nervous and absolutely unwilling to seriously consider marrying anyone. She ends up swearing solemnly that she’ll never marry Bertie, which he is considerably relieved about, and they part as friends before she and Jonathan leave for Egypt.
But where is Jeeves, you may ask? Well, he enters the picture just after the above paragraph. Which means that one day, a few months after the events of TM, Bertie tells Jeeves about this childhood friend of his who just got married to an American fellow and will be coming for tea to introduce him to Bertie, along with her brother, simply spiffing people, really, can’t wait for you to meet them, old thing.
…Jeeves is not impressed. Mrs O’Connell seems agreeable enough, prim and proper and quite an authority in her field, but her husband’s tie is a little too loose and it’s clear he has no idea how to wear a suit properly. As for her brother, he’s a foppish cad who makes Jeeves itch to count the silver spoons the second he walks out the door.
Evy, recognising a fellow scholar from unlikely background, had a splendid time talking with him and Bertie, but Rick and Jonathan think Jeeves is stuffy and snobbish.
I think they’re all going to have a little adventure together, possibly with a slight supernatural twist, which will make everyone reconsider bad first impressions:
• From Jeeves’ perspective, Mr O’Connell clearly has more common sense than most of Mr Wooster’s friends and family, which is a refreshing change. As for his deplorable fashion sense (or lack thereof), allowances may be made considering the man’s history. (Though Jeeves privately thinks Mr O’Connell might benefit from having a proper gentleman’s gentleman to guide him down the path of sartorial competence.)
• Jeeves also mellows a little with regard to the Carnahan siblings, especially Jonathan (because he and Evelyn actually got on well enough). It’s transparent that both of them are genuinely fond of Mr Wooster, just as much as he is of them, and - unlike a number of his acquaintances - are just as quick to defend him and come to his rescue as they are to put him into what he calls “the soup” in the first place.
• It’s also what endears Jeeves to Evy and Jonathan, actually: the lengths this frightfully intelligent man is willing to go to protect the young master and make his life pleasant. They’re both familiar with the concept of service in a way Rick isn’t, and they recognise how Jeeves excels at his job.
• Plus (personal headcanon here) Jonathan, not being adverse to putting the occasional toe - or foot - or his entire person - out of what is legal for two chaps to do together, didn’t miss the way Bertie’s eyes shine when Jeeves is in sight like he’s never seen them shine, how enthusiastic his descriptions of Jeeves’ brilliance, how he’s splendid and grand and a paragon and such a perfect gentleman’s gentleman. Whether Jeeves returns the sentiment, Jonathan has no idea, but he hopes so. Call him sentimental.
• (Rick also noticed, and he’s fairly sure Jeeves does return the sentiment. Not because he knows Bertie, or Jeeves for that matter, but because he saw enough of the world to know what love looks like. He doesn’t say anything, though, because it’s none of his damn business.)
So that’s it for the mo’! I wrote about 800 words of the first vignette, from Bertie’s PoV, before my mind focused on TM and its characters almost exclusively and I lost what little of Wodehouse style I had. Here’s the first paragraph, for anyone still reading this :o)
I don’t know what it is about getting on in years, but I find as they pass that one tends to look back on one’s childhood days with a somewhat fonder eye than one experienced while actually living them. St Whatsit’s summer, halcyon days, as the Bard wrote. Not that I have reached the point my nieces, if ever they should set foot in old Blighty again, might start calling me “aged relative”, as I am sometimes wont to greet my dear old aunt Dahlia with, but some of the misadventures of my mildly misspent youth do seem a lot funnier now than they did at the time. I suppose it’s the same for any and all misadventures, really, since faithful readers might recall that some of the more recent situations this Wooster found himself in are far more ridiculous than letting oneself be trussed up and mock-mummified.
Promising, what? :D Hope I can make something of it.
Thank you for giving me an excuse to be ridiculously wordy ♥
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I loved your headcannons for season 2 character development, how do you think kit and Kat's conflict would have planned out?
Thanks, anon! I am delighted for this excuse opportunity to continue analyzing and speculating about the thundercats and where they stand when the second season would have concluded.
Jeez I really rambled the whiskers out of this one I’m sorry haha.
Going by the interview, Kit and Kat didn’t get much more mention beyond what was already seeded in canon, but I absolutely love what I heard. Wilykit growing into a peaceful and (still!) unconditionally supportive woman makes her the perfect confidant, advisor, and partner for Lion-O. (Bonus: Kit has a tail and eked out a living in the slums, so making her queen can only mean good things for the kingdom at large. I personally like to think of this as ~The Marriage of King and Kingdom~ because the political implications of change achieved are glorious.) I also like the part where her beauty is The Last Straw that boots Lion-O into finally moving on from the betrayal and pain visited on him by Cheetara and Pumyra; nothing like ten+ years and a jaw-dropping bombshell to inspire another attempt at love lol. That seriously just makes me so happy like you have no idea, that Lion-O marries the most beautiful–inside and out!–cat available and they live happily ever after. It’s perfect.
But I’ve already written that meta. *clears throat* So the twins! Let’s start with a quick review of the canon material we know:
+ At some point, Wilykit and Wilykat split off from Lion-O’s company and go their separate ways: Kit to the elephant village, and Kat doubling down on his hunt for Eldara (as seeded in S01E12). Kat is also specifically said to end up in Dog City again. It’s unclear if the twins’ split from Lion-O/each other happens before, during, or after the first timeskip. It’s also implied (enough to make it a safe assumption) that the twins were not wholly stationary in their private pursuits and periodically met up with Lion-O and/or one another.
+ At the start of the second season (post first timeskip), Wilykit and Wilykat are teenagers. They could be in their early teens, but the way Norton talked, I have the distinct impression they’re in their mid-to-late teens, and have not spent most of that time in Lion-O’s company. Also pertinent is that Norton’s memory of the specifics was fuzzy, so that needs to be taken into interpretation. (My tentative assumption, therefore, is that the twins are maybe fifteen when the second season opens, and only see Lion-O when their paths cross; that is, they and Lion-O do not or very rarely actively seek one another out during the timeskip–but I do not pretend my interpretation perfectly aligns with canon without some kind of confirmation by Word of God.)
+ Wilykit’s natural power growth is heavily based in music: she’s described as “like the bard” character. I can’t quote it from memory, but I came away with the impression that she could use her music to control others (which would be a natural step up from putting them into a trance with her flupe); she would also have headphones. Wilykat’s natural power growth included his using all the pockets on his outfit more–pulling out and utilizing tricks/trick-like items, and the like. And that he would change the basis of a fight for better or worse (such as with sneezing powder or the like; I can’t quote the specific items Norton mentioned specifically), and nobody could really predict him.
+ Re growing up–without her brother around to egg her on, Wilykit becomes more peaceful. And without his sister to steady him, Wilykat becomes more wild. Where she finds a new home in the elephant village and continues to adopt the elephant ideals, he ends up back in Dog City and gets caught up with Tookit &c again. Wilykit eventually grows into a peaceful queen figure; Wilykat eventually grows into a “king of thieves” figure. Wilykit, as an adult, is described as beautiful; Wilykat, as an adult, is described as “like a slick villain.”
+ Wilykit is specifically stated to conclude the second season as Lion-O’s queen. Wilykat is specifically stated to believe in Lion-O’s Code (the 2011 Code of Thundera) despite being the/like a king of thieves.
+ The twins do eventually find Eldara, which is (something like?) another dimension and where the soul stone is located. They find their family in Eldara as some kind of (resting place?) before they move on to thundercat heaven. This part of their journey is therefore concluded happily (or bittersweet if they’ll never see their family again). The part about the twins’ family being dead conflicts with an earlier statement by the crew saying they’re alive, more speculating about that below.
Regarding individual character growth as interpreted by fandom–something I’ve noticed fans do to grown versions of the twins is to firmly limit their adult characterizations by where they were as eight-year-olds. I can appreciate why–it’s easier and faster to keep the basics provided by canon and build on just that than it is to analyze and hunt down any hints for the intended character growth and then develop the characters from there–and I’m certainly guilty of doing that sort of thing (especially when I was more interested in pushing what I wanted to be canon rather than analyzing and building on the actual canon material; and I really think that right there sums it up for most fans. Not saying it’s a bad thing to do; this is fandom, not law…As long as everyone is clear on what is and is not canon)–but that isn’t logical character progression, and I’m going to go ahead and spell out why:
On the purely external side, it makes very little sense for, say, Kit to become a cleric or Kat to become an officer in Lion-O’s army because:(a) TCats 2011 is a reboot, not a spinoff; not giving the kids their own unique paths would be blowing off an integral part of the classic series canon; and(b) the twins are part of the principal cast, main characters in their own right behind Lion-O–just like Panthro/Tygra/Cheetara/etc. They’re thundercats (nee thunderkittens). All of the main cast have their own storylines, and while their character development may not be as integral to the overarching plot like Lion-O’s is, they are still independent and complete arcs. Shoehorning the twins into a single path, or paths that are not unique to their personal stories, would be like denying them their legacy. They aren’t The Hero (that’s Lion-O), but they aren’t side characters (eg, Viragor, Hattanzo, etc), either.
On the purely mental/emotional side, those interpretations don’t even make sense outside the context of mental illness or bizarre time-freeze-drama (such as what the classic series Lion-O kicked off the 80s series with. What 2011 Lion-O suffers per the second timeskip is also worth pointing out, although the jump from twenty-something to thirty-something is substantially less severe than the jump from prepubescent to physiological-brain-development-complete).Who grows up to be the same person they were at the age of eight? The twins-as-kittens are absolutely and vastly more mature and capable than your average modern eight-year-old, but that doesn’t mean they don’t need to finish growing (and significantly at that). If they do retain any traits from their prepubescent years, most often those traits will have taken root from a completely different place (ie: they’d adopt a mature adult’s concept in place of a young child’s concept, and the similarities to what they believed as kids is therefore coincidental or irrelevant).
I’m just trying to underscore the logic of the twins’ canon arcs as described in the interview here. Basically, I love the plans for the twins and where they both would have ended up as characters. As for my interpretations of their long-term external goal of locating Eldara(/their family)–
Norton didn’t talk a whole lot about that, either, sadly, but we do know the basics: the twins do eventually find Eldara: it’s something like another dimension, and also the location of the final power stone. They find their family there in something like a pit stop prior to the in-universe version of Heaven. The suggestion that the twins’ family all being dead conflicts with an earlier statement by the crew saying the twins’ mother and siblings are alive. I’m inclined to put more weight behind the latter assertion because it was made years before the interview with Norton took place, and Norton himself made it clear he couldn’t recall all the exact details. So my thought is either (a) the twins’ mother/siblings die or in some other way “move on” into Eldara at some point after having survived the fall of Thundera; or (b) the crew was invoking their right of misdirection as they so often did (lol) and the twins’ mother/siblings did not survive the fall of Thundera or have already been dead by some other means. I do not recall if the twins’ dad was part of the conclusion to the Eldara conflict, or if they only saw their mother and siblings.
The rest is pure speculation: I think Kit and Kat would always maintain a relationship as siblings, but that their separate duties and interests would mean they do not meet very often, or at least do not live in the same general area of Third Earth. I think Kat would continue to adventure his way around Third Earth (swashbuckling style!) and would happily never settle down and start a family or the like. I think the twins have never had a super close relationship with any of the other thundercats (essentially, they’re casual teammates, not BFFs), and that this trend did not change with the second season except for the part where Kit and Lion-O start fighting more closely together. I think Wilykit would bear Lion-O at least one set of boy-girl twins because Kit was a twin and all her siblings were twins, and I think Kat would make a mischievous and super cool uncle much admired by his niece and nephew (of which their parents may or may not be especially wary). I love love love the contrast inherent in the troublemaking King of Thieves being the twin sibling of the steadfast Queen of New Thundera, and I think it very possible the crew would have portrayed this fun contrast as an ongoing dynamic.
Apologies for grammar/typos/unnecessary repeating of unnecessary information/etc. I’ll clean up this post later.
#thundercats#thundercats 2011#Wilykit#Wilykat#meta#asks#thundermeta#lionoxwilykit#discussion of my interpretation is always welcome btw#I refuse to acknowledge myself as the only fan still inclined to dissect this cartoon lol#maybe I should put this one under a cut?#is it El Darra or Eldara or#I can't remember
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A Foolish Undertaking Chp 2
I had a few requests to continue this story, and for once my muse has decided to DELIVER!? I’m thinking it’s going to be around 12 chapters but who k n o w s
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It seems uncharacteristically cruel of her uncle, but then again, he was a feared and respected general, at one time.
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Azula
It’s been ten days since the dock. Ten days that father’s men have not caught up to them. Ten days that Azula has waited in this dingy cell for someone to come who isn’t her uncle or her brother. Ten days since she was so humiliatingly captured and dragged below decks by her father’s fat, old, disgraced brother and left here to rot in the damp.
Her head ticks back, resting uncomfortably against the metal wall of the cell, her breath heating her with every exhale from deep within her core. She’s been chained upright, her hands and feet bound at her back on short tethers. It’s impossible to change position with ease, let alone to lie down. She’s taken to sleeping in a kneeling position, and hasn’t really felt her feet in a number of days.
It seems uncharacteristically cruel of her uncle, but then again, he was a feared and respected general, at one time. There has to be something there that Azula has never had the occasion to see. Something that merits the nervous feeling she would get in her childhood whenever he was around and she was not immediately able to see her father nearby. Now she resents that she has not taken him a little more seriously.
She’s always seen him as a threat, of course. He’s renown for his bending, though it’s rare to see him in action, and though he has grown soft and non threatening in his old age, she’s not usually so foolish as to underestimate anyone.
But she has underestimated him.
The sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach roils again, accompanied shortly by a panging growl of hunger. Azula swallows convulsively, and feels the heat of ire beginning to build again the longer she dwells on her situation.
Her current predicament is unacceptable. She will remedy it…It’s just a matter of when and how.
She’s turned her mind to it many times, rolling her situation over and over in her head to view from all angles. There are endless hours with which to do this, between the visits of her brother and uncle.
This is what she knows:
On the boat she is powerless. Even if she manages to escape, jumping overboard and swimming isn’t the best plan. She’ll tire, and maybe drown, if they’re far enough out from land. Stealing a boat will perhaps be difficult too, since one of them is always watching…Even if the ship is meant to be manned by thirty men and not two. Their routine check ins make it difficult for her to do anything to better her situation.
Rowing, too, unless she can take both Zuko and her uncle out, will be a useless endeavour once they’ve discovered she’s gone. They’ll turn the ship’s engines to their good use and catch up to her in no time. It won’t be difficult to find her on open water.
And Azula assumes they’re on open water and not by the coast, to avoid her father’s ships.
Azula briefly considers endearing herself to her uncle. Not for the first time. He offers wisdom like a two-copper-piece fortune teller. Making him feel like a big man would not be so difficult. A gradual change in her demeanour, a softening up as she takes his lessons to heart…It may earn her a ticket out of this cell and back to her quarters on the ship.
It would be preferable, to be locked up there instead of here. She has provisions in her rooms that she does not have in the brig. She really could make a plan that would serve her from there.
Plus, she might not be tied directly to a wall in her personal quarters, and endeared to her uncle.
It’s simply about learning how to trick him the way she can so easily trick Zuzu.
At her back Azula’s hands twitch, barely noticeable. They’ve gone numb too, from the cuffs that chaff at her wrists.
The princess looks up at the porthole which sits high in the wall of her cell, streaming light in from the outside. Judging by its position, she will see one of them soon. Maybe if it’s Zuko she can burn the other side of his face off when he is least expecting it. The thought curls her lips into a smile.
As if on cue the door at the end of the long hallway groans as it opens, and heavy footfalls approach. They’re not staccato, as Zuko’s tend to be, but measured and calm. it’s Iroh then. Her previous glee at her malevolent plan diminishes, and Azula scowls at the blank wall as she waits.
His footfalls shuffle to a stop at her door, and he knocks, as though these were her private quarters and he is about to intrude on her within them. Not for the first time she rolls her eyes venomously and waits for his voice.
“Princess Azula? May I come in?”
It’s a ridiculous ruse, trying to make her feel comfortable; as though she has any control over the situation. It’s just as sentimental as she has come to expect, and Azula’s mouth presses into a thin line, expression sour.
After making him wait what she believes to be sufficient time to inconvenience the old clown, she answers:
“Enter.”
A key jingles. The lock clicks. Iroh enters the dim light of the cell with a platter of food in hand and closes the door behind him. He shuffles forward in the gloom, settling himself opposite her with a grunt of effort for the kneeling, a pleasant expression painted onto his weathered features.
“You are looking well today,” he greets cheerfully.
Azula says nothing, waiting for him to continue passed his fake pleasantries and to whatever it is he’s come here to discuss aside from feeding her the noon time meal.
“I have good news,” he continues when it is finally obvious to him that she will not be responding. He carefully removes the lids from each of the dishes that he has brought to her. “I found some roast duck that hadn’t gone off yet. It’s my personal favourite, and I thought that perhaps it would be a nice treat for you.”
In addition to the meat, Iroh uncovers fresh rice and some picked vegetables. Azula surveys them down the length of her nose before she fixes her uncle with the same, defiant, expression that she has given him every meal time since the first day on board this ship as his captive and not as its commander.
“I wish to feed myself.”
“Princess Azula, we have been over this many times already. Until you are no longer angry, I cannot release you from your bonds and allow you the luxury of the use of your hands. That would only be foolish and short sighted of me.”
Azula huffs defiantly, steam escaping from her nose in her annoyance. Iroh remains placid, waiting.
“How much longer do you imagine you will be able to get away with this? Father will have sent a fleet after you. A fleet of far faster ships than this one.” It’s the same thing that she’s said to him every time that he comes to see her. Azula knows that it’s getting her nowhere. He does not fear her father’s wrath the way that she does. It’s something she finds continuously perplexing.
Perhaps it comes with the territory of being siblings. There are plenty who fear Zuko’s temper, but Azula has never been one of them…
“As I have said many times before,” he answers easily, “you are far too modest about your own accommodations. This ship is the fastest in the fleet, and as long as we do not drop anchor for an extended period of time, your father’s ships will never catch up with us. Even if they did, your brother has been improving his evasive naval manoeuvres greatly. I am confident he could lose them in no time at all.”
He puts a lot more faith in Zuko than anyone really should, Azula reflects, eyelids drooping and her eyebrows rising high on her forehead at the concept.
Iroh plucks some rice and duck up with the chopsticks he’s brought with him, daintily offering them out to her. Azula stares at them for a moment before finally opening her mouth wide, accepting the offered sustenance. If it weren’t for the fact that she is starving, she might have forced him to wait longer for the slight.
Unfortunately she is.
After the silence stretches between them to an unbearable extent, and her belly has been filled, Azula finally turns her face away.
“That’s enough.”
Iroh sets the food down, folding his hands in his lap patiently.
Azula sighs out sharply, dragging her gaze back to the old man’s face when the silence continues and he does not stand to leave.
“Please speak your mind, Uncle,” she invites snidely.
“Thank you.” He reaches for the small pot of tea he’s brought with him, pouring two cups full of the stuff. He offers up her cup before he says more, and with another roll of her eyes Azula nods, allowing herself to be fed the now embittered tea. At least it’s still warm. She guesses that he would never allow anyone to drink cold tea that was not meant to be cold, however. Not even a prisoner.
“You have been down here for a long time,” he says then, “it must get lonely. It must be boring for you, though I suppose it gives you a lot of time to think. Maybe that is not so good for Zuko and me.” Iroh chuckles.
Azula takes another sip of the tea, waiting for him to continue with whatever he’s been waiting to talk to her about. Obviously there is something on his mind, nagging at him to get out.
“I know you are a loyal soldier to your father,” his voice is lower, more intimate now than she’s ever experienced. He’s good, she thinks. He’s a natural when it comes to chumming up to his enemies. He’s doing so now. “It is commendable. And, I don’t think I’ve ever seen another fourteen-year-old, let alone a young lady, who can command a room full of grown men the way that you can, my young niece.”
Azula’s lips press together stiffly, jutting forward as he speaks. Despite herself, her face has flushed, if only a little. It’s not as though many who are close to her bother to take notice. This is all a part of his ploy, she reminds herself sharply. Azula let’s her eyes soften, however, looking down as Iroh puts away the cup of tea that he’s fed her from, taking up his own with a shake of his loose sleeves to free his hands once again.
Azula clears her throat, and swallows her pride.
“Thank you, uncle.”
He pauses in the motion of bringing the cup to his lips, the golden liquid within sloshing against the bone-white side of the china. He’s surprised by her. This will only be the first of many surprises to come, she promises herself. Two can play at the enemies to friends game.
Besides, her uncle’s estimation of her ship’s capabilities is not wrong. She will have to find some way other than relying upon her father’s men to catch up with them to escape.
“You are welcome…I know that you are angry with me,” he says then, cupping his tea between his palms. His shoulders sag as though this troubles him. Azula keeps her expression neutral, “I also know that you are aware of the fact that I only did what was necessary to keep myself and your brother safe. Just like you only did what you saw as necessary to bring us back to the Fire Nation as your father had ordered. No matter what your personal feelings might be.”
He presumes a little too much about her personal feelings. Or he wants her to believe that he thinks her better than what she allows herself to be. Either way she has to fight back the urge to let her lips curl.
“Well…both of us are merely his humble servants, wouldn’t you agree, uncle?” The words slither from her mouth.
“Mm…In other circumstances, yes…I have tried to do right by your father’s authority. His policies and the way that he has continued on with this war however, I cannot agree with. The day that he burned your brother despite his obvious contriteness was the day that I stopped humbly serving your father’s interests.”
“Oh really?” She manages to sound bored. “Here I was assuming that you’d always just been waiting for an excuse to turn on him for taking the throne out from under you.”
“Think what you will about that,” Iroh answers, “I keep my own council on those matters.” Truly, he gives nothing away in his face, or his breathing. Not even in the way that he holds himself where he sits with his tea. He seems contented with his choice. She cannot even imagine such a thing.
Azula wonders, not for the first time, if her Uncle is actually just as good a liar as she is.
“What do you want with me, Uncle,” she asks finally, tired of the song and dance. Perhaps at another date she might have had the patience for it, but she is tired and sore, and will not be able to move at all still when he is gone, and she will be forced to wait and bide her time and cow tow to her uncle until she can finally convince him to loosen the reigns. There is the possibility of a long and winding road ahead of her.
“My only wish at this time is to extend the hand of friendship to you.”
“Surely you cannot think that I would believe that?”
He grunts, a low chuckle, as though he were amused with himself.
“It was worth a try this time. You are not ready for that yet,” he observes, gathering together the tray he’d brought with him. The plates tinkle softly against one another as he rises with them, grunting. “Perhaps a few more days in this cell will change your mind.”
“So you expect that you’ll evade the Fire Nation for another few days, do you?” She tries to sound nonchalant about it, but in her gut Azula feels a twist of disappointment, though she had already suspected as much.
“I do expect so, yes,” he answers with a pleasant smile. Iroh bows his head slightly at her, and Azula leans heavily, letting the chains hold her upright for a few moments as she levies her weight against them.
“Do you require anything else before I leave you?”
“No. I’ll piss my pants when I need to use the facilities,” she responds curtly. Azula hopes to shock, but it doesn’t seem to work.
“Well, that will only be uncomfortable for you so…Do as you please.” There’s a cheerfulness in his voice again, a great grin, and her uncle turns from her and exits the cell once more. Silence settles in his wake.
Once again the gears in Azula’s mind begin to spin.
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The Devils Went Down to California
(Its still @forduary, but this prompt focuses on remembering Ford.)
Summary: Stan attends a family reunion, just 12 years shy of having his twin back.
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Gravity Falls to California wasn't a horrible drive, especially when you have a lot to think about while driving. The landscapes are beautiful and quiet, and you know when you're at your destination when you first hear the sounds of city life stirring to welcome you. Waves that were too rough for the Stan-O-War would crash on soft sanded beaches, and the morning sun just barely hits your windshield hard enough to blind you-
Stan hated all of it.
"Dang it, Sherm- Why did everyone have to move HERE? It's not like they were banned from Jersey-" Stan grumbled, pushing his rode map down and furiously search street signs for SOMETHING that sounded about right.
Part of him felt pretty stupid for not accepting Shermie's offer. The one that involved a paid, round trip bus ticket and a 20 minute ride from the station and back after the trip was over. It would have been less of a hassle for both parties that way- but it wasn't something Stanford Pines would have done. Stanford Pines wouldn't trust a public transit, and would insist on driving the whole way.
He did the same thing when he moved to the Falls, after all. Stanley knew that much was true. Banned from the family or no, he still kept tabs on them, no matter where in the world they went in their lives.
"Okay- 1243 Oak Lawn..." Stan said, "This must be the place."
Pulling up along the curb, he stopped to take in the house before him. It was a nice, strong structure with a faded, sky blue, wood finish. On the front porch, he could see his brother settled in a porch swing. Sherm's face hadn't aged well, but he had a certain happiness about him and that was all Stanley could wish for. His brother must've been sleeping, because the hord of children and teenagers and family that rushed out of the house suddenly didn't seem to bother him much.
"Heh... Sherm always could sleep through anything." Stan mused, getting out of his car and gathering up the bags of presents he had brought with.
While he knew he had nieces and nephews, he didn't know how many of each or what age. So he figured that T-shirts and assorted baseball caps would suit everyone. A little something from the Falls that didn't break his bank or require him to actually speak to his family.
"Alright-" He was cut off by a round of crushing hugs and a flurry of "Uncle Stans!". Had it not been almost overwhelming, he would have thought it was nice.
"Give him some air!" He heard Shirley cry. "Someone go wake Sherman and get the babies- Wheres Ma?"
"Heh, it's fine, sis." Stan said, fighting his way through the crowd. "I'll see everyone eventually."
Eventually, he did manage his way to the stairs, handing a few gifts off to- Well, he would figure out which half of the family was Sherman and his wife's and which half was Shirley and her husband's later. They were all Pines, he knew that much was for certain. And he knew the weird looking old man was his brother.
He took a seat beside him and nudged him. Sherman jerked awake and fumbled to fix his glasses.
"Hey, Sherm." Stan said, "How's it going?"
"... I wasn't sleeping." Sherman gasped, his voice far away. A smile suddenly tugged at the corners of his face. "Don't tell Shirl. She's worse than my wife."
"I won't." Stan laughed, looking out at the mass of family now in their Falls gear. "How's the family? It just gets bigger every year... Can't keep up anymore."
"Good... Miles and Patty's twins are- I think one now..." Sherman muttered, searching the crowd breifly. "Mason and Mabel."
"They're one." Stan confirmed. "I can't believe it- Seems like they were born just yesturday."
"- And my daughter went back to the hospital the other day for her kidneys- And Miles just started at a tech company." Sherman said, ignoring Stan for a moment. "Shirley's brood are all in college now... The three of them."
"Sherm, I don't need everyone's story." Stan cut in. "I'll catch up with everyone later."
"You say that, then no one hears from you, Stanley!" The con-man felt his blood run cold.
"N-no, Sherm, I'm Stan-FORD."
"And I'm the Queen of England." Sherman scoffed. "My mind may be going, but I'm a Pines. You can't con a con. I've known since you came to my grandchildren's birth missing two fingers!"
"... You're taking it pretty well then." Stan sighed. "Does anyone else know?"
"Stan, I don't care... I've got my family and my kids around me... Not going to question a good thing." Sherman shrugged. "And our girls know, but that's about it."
Stanley frowned, looking back into the crowd of family. All were so happy to see him but, they were all so blissfully unaware of the secret that laid within their own brood. Though, if they did know, they were pretty good at hiding it from him. They probably got that ability from one of two people missing from the party.
"... Did dad know?" Stan asked.
"... He never would've let you into the hospital if he did." Sherman sighed. "Really wish you two made up before it was too late."
"Yeah, but dad wasn't the forgiving type."
"I wasn't talking about dad- Dad got over what happened years ago, he just wouldn't admit it." He frowned.
"... Sherm- If you knew all this then why did you wait until now to tell me?" Stan asked.
"Last chance to do it." Sherman said, slowly rising from his chair. "I'm gonna get a beer. Want one?"
A silence hung between the pair as Stan took in his brother's words. He almost had to admire him for taking things as was, and now he understood how he managed it. Sherm had the chance to be happy, so he was taking it. Maybe he was taking it for the last time. Just surrounded by his family, no secrets between them and apologies out of the way. Maybe it was something Stan could try out?
"I got it- Gives me a chance to see the twins." Stan said, rising up quickly.
"In the livingroom with Ma." Sherm called over his shoulder. "Go on then."
Stan smiled and made his way into the house and made a b-line for the livingroom to see his favorite people. He instantly saw his Ma, who aged much better than his brother, with two little tots on her lap. They were both playing tug of war with her beaded necklace, and she didn't seem to mind at all.
"And your father wa-" She stopped mid story to look up at her son. "Stanford! Hello, dear. Come sit."
From years of taking orders from her, Stan automatically hurried to do as she asked. He took a seat beside her, and took Mabel from her to lighten her load. Mabel giggled happily and hugged him in greeting.
"I think we might've found her favorite." Ma said. "You should've heard her asking for you earlier."
"Ma, she's 1. She can't ask for anything." Stan laughed.
"Just hush and enjoy them. They're going to need someone to spoil them when they're older." Ma pouted.
"Ma, what makes you think it'll be me?" He frowned. "I-"
He stopped, and noticed his mother's face drop. Her true age showed in the wrinkles around her eyes and mouth. Ones that only grew the more she cried and frowned with them. Every phone call he had ignored from her, and every family event he purposefully missed out on... Heck, he wasn't even going to come to this gathering if it didn't first hear that Sherman was sick again! His comment probably made it sound like he, his mother's soon to be last living son, planned on dropping out of the loop again.
"I... I don't know what kids like." He lied quickly. "Shirley knows that kind of stuff. She'll be the one who spoils them... I'll just- Rebuild that boat of mine and take them fishing."
The look of relief that washed over her face almost moved Stan to tears.
"Thank you, Stanford..." She said softly, wrapping her arms around the three of them.
"Ma- Its Sta-"
Her grip tightened on him.
"I know, sweetheart..."
Stan sighed, wrapping his bigger arms around her thin frame. Holding the three of them just like his mom used to hold him and his siblings. At the time, she felt like the safest place to him- and now he guessed it was his turn to take up the mantel. He already took up the role of Stanford- he'd have to take up Sherman's when the time came. So what was one more role in a sea of them? At least these ones meant something to someone.
"I'm so sorry, Stan- for everything you've been through." Ma began, her voice hushed. "With your father and your brothers and me-"
"Ma... I'm not going to think about it anymore." Stan sighed. "I've got my family around me now. I'm not going to question a good thing. Or something along those lines."
She nodded her head, and then rested it against Stan's arm. Not that it felt like much to him. He had greater weights on him before, but that was something he didn't need to think about. All those years aside, he finally had his family and a life that was worth continuing on. Not just for himself, but for the brother he would hopefully get back one day. Hopefully soon enough that he'd get to see Sherman, and the family, and sail those stupid waves they'd pass by as they made their way to the next reunion. Hopefully.
Hopefully he'd get to shed a mantel and just be Stanley again.
"Stan!" Mabel whined, patting his face. "STAN!"
Breaking from his thoughts, he looked at his precious girl and smiled. He wasn't going to think about things now. He had time still. Time to before he had to change quickly.
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Survey #248
“i was unprepared for fame, then everybody knew my name.”
Are you more positive or a debbie downer? I don't think I'm either, honestly. I'm realistic. How many meals do you eat a day? Since getting a calorie & macro counting app, I try to aim for three, but sometimes I only manage two. I have to be conscious of how I'm spacing out what I eat. If you could have any talent in the world what would it be? Be realistic. Draw exactly what I see in my head. Do you brush your tongue with your tooth brush? Bitch you better brush your goddamn tongue. I didn't know until I saw this as a survey question a while back that there were people who didn't. How many times do you brush your teeth a day honestly? Once. What are you favorite type of jeans? I don't wear jeans anymore, but aesthetically, dark, skinny, torn jeans. Do you pop your bones, crack your knuckles? NO it disgusts me omg. There's this girl who sits in front of me in Women Writers class who cracks her back ALL the time and I have to fight cringing so, so hard. Do you eat your nails? YO NO. I may peel my nails when they get long (to me, anyway) but who the fuck eats their nails. Do you eat the ice in your drink? If it's that good cronchy type, fuck yeah. What do you order at Chic-Fil-A? I used to just get the classic sandwich and fries, but I stopped going there forever ago due to their connection to anti-LGBTQ organizations. By now I can't even stomach the thought of eating something from there. Damn are their sandwiches good, but I'm not giving them business. If you had to go to Mcdonalds what do you order? "Had to" lmao. I have no problem with McDonald's, honestly; you couldn't make me go, because I'd be quite willing. I love their cheeseburgers and, of course, their fries. But because I'm a fatass I have to at least get a double cheeseburger. Have you ever been addicted to cigarettes? No. Which do you use more? Facebook or Instagram? Facebook. Are you a student? If so, what classes will you take next? Yes. "Next," I don't know, considering I haven't chosen classes for next year. Currently I take Painting, Women Writers, Psychology, and Biology. Are you a good kisser? I don't know? How many real bf/gf have you had? Two. Did you enjoy your past relationships? Sure, save for the one with Tyler. That was pointless as shit. Would you ever get back with your ex? Sara, if certain conditions were right. Jason, I honestly don't know and hope I'm never put into the position to need to decide. Other exes, no. Do you like 80’s music? Rock and metal, absolutely. It was a great decade for the genres. Name a comedy that you like. Rush Hour 2 popped to mind first because we mentioned it in school yesterday. Do you like homework? ??????????? WHAT IS THIS QUESTION???????????????? NO??????????????? Something you want to buy real bad? Ugggghhhhh a lot. Being unemployed is a BLAST!!!!!!!!!! Something you would buy a friend as a gift? It depends on the person, of course. I try really hard to give very personal gifts, so what it would be would greatly vary. What is something that would be a good birthday gift for you? Donate Big Bucks to my tattoo fund and I'll give you smooches. Something you would gift yourself? Still tattoos lmfao. Favorite candle scent? Cinnamon rolls mmmmmmmmm. Do you watch beauty videos on YouTube? So here's the tea I genuinely love Jeffree Star and I'm digging NikkieTutorials lately LOOK idk I guess because I find makeup to be an art, I like watching that stuff. My YouTube interests have become seriously diverse lately. Have you ever questioned your sexuality? Ha ha obviously. What is the best thing about life? Man, that's a loaded question. I suppose having people in it that make it worthwhile and a true privilege to simply be here. What do you think will happen when you die? YO, HONESTLY, I don't know, man. I've even questioned reincarnation lately. I 100% believe we are not hollow bodies meant to just decay after death, but creatures with spirits that live on in SOME form or way afterwards. I don't believe in the concept of a "Hell," but I don't really think I accept there being a true "Heaven," either? I think there's just... something. What, I don't know, but guess I'll figure it out at some point. Are you superstitious? No. What kind of surveys do you like the most? Random ones, especially the ones that make you think. Do you go to church? No. Do you like Christian music? No. I get frustrated from just bad memories/associations. Have you ever skateboarded and failed at it? Never really tried. What show/concert have you went to that you didn’t like much? N/A Is sex a must in your life? Nah. Could you wait until marriage for sex? Lol I was the abstinent one years ago, so obviously I could, because I understand it. What do you think about weed? Medically, it's fantastic. Too much evidence of it being so to argue it anymore. For other use, I feel the same way about it as I do cigarettes: bad idea, but whatever. I personally don't care if it's made legal for recreational use or not, so long as it's treated similarly to alcohol, ex. illegal to drive while high. If you found a baby turtle on the side of the road, would you pick it up and keep it? With it being a baby, I'd probably take it to an animal rescue or something. Did you and your mum ever have a big fight that caused you to move out? I stayed at Dad's for a handful of days. Has the last person you kissed ever been to your house? Yes. Does anybody have a tattoo with your name on it? My sister has my initial, anyway. Who did you last see shirtless? My mom. Do you like to make the first move? NONONONONO I'M SHY. Do you think you will ever be married? Probably. If the last person you kissed saw you kissing someone else, would they be mad? I don't think she'd be mad, no. Do you understand football? Nope. Who last called you beautiful? Probably Mom. If you fell pregnant to the last person you kissed, what would you think? We're both female so like- Do you think the body is the most beautiful thing that was ever made? No. Name five things you did today? Stayed at the hospital for my beautiful niece to be born :'), slept far too little after getting home, and that's... kinda it. What kind of phone do you have? It's literally a Tracfone, BUT WAIT! I actually wanted it, ha ha. Mom has one and it is *genuinely* a good phone, so I got one for my birthday. Hell, it's cheaper than paying monthly, so I'm fine with it. When was the last time you talked to one of your siblings? 5 in the morning when we were all still with Ashley. Do you like fire? Sure, I like watching it. Have you ever been to a spa? Noooo, not my jam. Do you know how to do a cartwheel? No. Who’s the funniest drunk person you know? Ehhhhh. When he drank, my dad was either hilarious when drunk or hateful and short-fused as fuck. 50/50 shot. But yeah, if you got Version 1, he'd crack anyone the hell up. Now that he's sober and happy he's always like that. What would you do if your partner still kept pictures of their ex? Well, I'd say it depends on the picture's context. Like, a picture of you two kissing, then I'd be uncomfortable as shit. If you have prom pictures or stuff like that but don't like go looking through them regularly, idc. It was a special event. What if your partner went through your cellphone? BYE, CUNT. What if your partner was flirting with another girl/boy? BYE, CUNT. Is there really a difference between Coke and Pepsi? YES. I can absolutely taste it. Pepsi sucks. Are there any mistakes with your recent ex you wish you could have changed? Stupid and/or impulsive shit I'd said, sure, but for the most part, no. We had a good relationship. Has anyone ever been with you while you were throwing up? My mom always is if she's present. I am terrified of vomiting and even at my age still want her there, even though she can't do anything, obviously. I turn into a baby when I'm about to throw up. Background on your computer? My favorite picture of Teddy. Who has hurt you the most? Jason. Or hell, my own head, idk. Are you happy with where you are relationship-wise now? Sure. What language do you want to learn? I wanna be fluent in German. Who’s the last person that came to your house? A family friend. Is there anyone you would like to fight? God no. I'm not a fighter. Who did you dance with last? Sara. Who is your best friend(s)? Sara. Song playing? "It's A Raid" by Ozzy feat. Post Malone. The album's out T O D A Y , B O Y S. Who is your arch-enemy? I don't have one. What's the most attractive thing on the opposite sex? GODDAMN shoulderBLADES Do you want platinum or gold for your wedding band? Not normal gold, I know. Rose gold is my ideal one, but I really don't care much. Have you ever paid to have your eyebrows waxed? I mean my mom has, seeing as I didn't have an income then, either. Got that done regularly in high school. Not because I asked, but because it was just "normal" since my two sisters did it, too. Do you think that the tobacco companies should pay for people’s medical bills? No, it's not their choice to use the product. Sure, they're making it, but it's really too late to cease production of tobacco. It'd be catastrophic in terms of the job industry. Do you curse in average conversations? Yes; I have to actually make an effort to not curse if needed. Have you ever bought a shot glass? No. Do you have a therapist? Not anymore after my previous one that I loved and trusted gave me every reason to break her jaw. I kind of want another one, but also don't. I'm supposed to, considering my history and that I'm on a lot of medication, but I just do nooooot want to go through the whole trust process again. Do you ever fall for spam mail? No. What color do you wear the most? Black. Do you only eat cough drops because you like the taste? No. Have your parents ever walked in on you having sex? No. Do you like getting stoned? I've never been so and aren't interested in ever getting there. Have you ever gotten a bloody nose from snorting cocaine? YOIKES THAT ESCALATED QUICKLY lol no, I wouldn't touch coke with a ten-foot pole. Red, white, yellow, or pink roses? Pink. What’s the worst name your mom has ever called you? I don't know. She hasn't called me anything too awful that I know of. Have you ever done acid? No. Were you at a rave? Never been, definitely not my scene. Do you post pictures where you look good but your friends look bad? Well, I don't hang out with like... anyone, so, lmao. But I wouldn't. Are you friends with any of your exes? Yes. Would you ever dye your hair pink? ACTUALLY! Pastel pink is on my list. I tested some soft colors out in Photoshop on me and it actually looked really cute. I think I wanna be a smaller size first, though. Do you ever masturbate? I haven't since I came off that godawful birth control that drove me batshit insane in terms of libido. I still don't think it's a bad thing, my interest in that is just, gone. Are you embarrassed about your sex life or lack there of? No. Who’s the last person you said I love you to? My sister. Did you like your life when you were in middle school? Actually fuck middle school with a maul. If you went on American Idol, do you think you’d go through to Hollywood? Nope. Have you ever received an anonymous gift? No, I don't think so. What kind of laugh do you have? A loud and obnoxious one. Do you hoard anything? "Hoard" isn't the right word, no. Are you afraid of flying? I am, but I feel it's only a realistic apprehension. Especially going back and forth to Sara's a few times, you kinda have to get used to it. Most recent Facebook ‘like’? Shit man idk, I "like" a load of stuff. Have you ever camped out somewhere for an event the next day? No. Do you do anything regularly that could damage your body? Can someone please eliminate soda from the face of the earth???? What do you love most in the world? Those closest to me. What woke you up this morning? Ugh, the sun. I need to put my curtain back up after Roman tore it down. Who was the last person you rode in a car with? My mom. Is anything bothering you? There's always *something* bothering me to some degree, but nothing seriously at the moment. Are you in a good mood? My niece was born overnight and is gorgeous and healthy so I have to be. :') When were you the saddest in your life? 2016. Do you own more than one cell phone? Ha ha, I have two old ones. One I used for pictures because the camera was good, and the most recent old one, I just need to get some pictures and contacts from... but I'm lazy. Have you ever had a song written about you? No. What songs make you happy? Depends on what I'm feeling. Next concert? No clue now that Ozzy had to cancel his, bless his old heart. As a child, did you ever get the chance to go to Disney World/Disneyland? Yes. When was the last time you fought with your significant other, if any? I’m single. Do you know anyone, personally, who is in an abusive relationship? Are you? No, thankfully. When was the last time you were on a boat? Where did you travel on it? Not since I went fishing with my old best friend a few years back. We were just in a pond. Are you planning on going anywhere with someone, some time today? Probably not. Do you like cereal? What would you consider your favorite kind of cereal? Hell yeah. Cinnamon Toast Crunch is *maybe* my favorite? Idk, I like a lot. Are there any people you don’t like for your significant other/crush to talk to? This doesn't apply to me, but even if I had one, they're not my damn child. I'm not gonna police whom they talk to. I mean I guess there are exceptions, like, talking to a drug dealer to name one, but talking to most people, that's their business. Just don't hide it from me. Have you ever forgotten your birthday? Did you soon figure it out? No. What color are the curtains in your room if you have any at the moment? Maroon. Is there anyone you are currently trying to get out of trouble? Why? No. Have you ever wanted your significant other to get rid of a friend? Well, calling back to that other question, there was one in a previous relationship that I really couldn't stand, but it wound up working out. If you have siblings, have they moved out or do they still live with you? It's just me and Ma now. Do you ever go to Blockbuster? How frequently would you say you go? WHAT A CALLBACK!!!!! Omg did I love BB. Went like every weekend to rent a game, and sometimes we'd go there Fridays before a sleepover to grab a movie. Do you ever listen to music so you can actually change your emotion? Sure, sometimes.
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BNHA self insert AU [Book 2]
Beginning of Book 2 Read here to catch up!
Chapter 14: Quien Comió Mi Torta?!
I’m enjoying my last few days in my parent’s house before I leave for Versailles. In between cramming French lessons, I hang out with Hoshi and others from our circle. Today is a little different, grandpa Hakamada invited me for some tea, and of course I said yes! I haven’t seen him since 3 months before my graduation.
-Downtown Taito, Late afternoon-
“Thanks again grandpa” I chirped as he poured me tea “How’s work?”
“You’re welcome Lili, and work has been good” he chuckled “I flew back here from Europe actually! It’s very nice around this time of year.”
“Is it? That’s making even more excited to go” I take a sip of tea “Why did you go this time?”
“I went for a few reasons, usually I stay for weeks at a time for inspiration on new pieces and I work on fashion shows” he explained “the cloth market is my favorite place to get cashmere and chiffon. And I went to the lavender fields.”
“Oh, that’s in France” I stop my bite of mochi “is it worth the countryside trip?”
“It is! Just breathtaking and surreal with the windmill contrasting the purple hued field” He gushed, then gathered himself “speaking of which! I got you a graduation/going way gift.”
“Aww you didn’t have too!”
“But it’s useful to this new part of your journey” He stopped my modesty “Here, open it.”
He hands me a small box, small enough to maybe hold a watch. I open it and look inside.
“It’s a key?” I was confused.
“Read the note” he said as he took a sip of tea.
I read the note aloud:
Lili,
Congratulations on seeing it through your time in UA. I am very proud of you and honored to have had you under my wing. Though the journey ahead may seem equally filled with excitement and anxiety of the unknown, know that your family and I are here for you when you come back. As a little appreciation, I bestow to you the key to my Versailles townhouse. For you to stay in for as long as you want and to come back to whenever. You don’t have to ever worry about not having family near you, because we’re family.
Never stop, you’re doing amazing things! - Grandpa Hakamada
I start to tear up “You didn’t! A townhouse?”
“Yes, I bought the property back when I quit being a hero to lay low there. In that year and a half, I got into the fashion industry. And I stay there when I travel for work” a smile spread on his face “You’ll love it, I fixed it up a little when I was there so you’d be comfortable. You just have to buy food and move into your bedroom.”
I get up to hug him “Thank you so much! How lucky am I to have such a generous grandpa?!”
“Stop your crying and all this affection!” he hugged back “I don’t split my time evenly enough to really have a place in Europe, figured you’ll have better use of the place now that you’re heading there.”
“I’ll cherish it! I’m so happy you trust me enough to give me a key.”
“I may drop in for my annual stay for work but for the rest of the time, it’s your place.”
We talk more about the place. He tells me it’s a short walk from the institute and it’s in a convenient part of town. Not too busy of a street and the home is cozy. All this talk was making me more excited to go! When I got home, mom and dad were just as shocked as I was. To be honest, I thought he communicated with them about handing over his townhouse to me. My siblings were jealous that I got a free house in France as a gift and all Iwa got was new glasses. Reflecting more on my time left with my family, I know I’m going to miss them badly. I might cry because this is truly my departure from my family. I can’t be home in less than an hour when they need me and they can’t come for me when things get tough. Can’t imagine how mom felt when she left home!
Time passes too fast for my liking...it’s the day before I have to leave home. It’s an overcast day and my mom had to do some work at her company, Iwa went to his friend’s house, Rosa sped off to hang out with her friends and Oro warped off to the music store. So it’s just my dad and I until everyone comes home.
“Oh! It slipped my mind” my dad exclaimed as he turned off the sink “your uncle Tensei is coming over!”
“Tio Tensei?! When?!” I squealed, Tensei is my favorite uncle.
“Today in about an hour” dad glanced at the clock “ooh, actually in about 20 minutes. My only brother, whom I adore and look up to, and yet I forget when he’s visiting!”
I giggle “It’s not very often both of you are off at the same time! What’s the occasion?”
“He wanted to see you before you leave of course!” he chopped “You’re his oldest niece! He loves you and your siblings very much.”
“I suppose that’s a good enough reason” I chuckle, then I got an intrusive thought “Hey dad, how was it like...being away from mom after graduation?”
“Hm? Well, it was tough” He sighed and leaned his back on the counter “She didn’t know I had these tender feelings for her. We parted ways under the impression that I didn’t want anything to do with her anymore. Trust me when I say that I came home and regretted my words. I wanted to fix things immediately, if your uncle didn’t stop me, I would’ve ran myself exhausted to your mother’s place to apologize and confess.”
“Why did he stop you? What did you do!”
“I was being reckless, I made my decision to make a run for it when I was a few minutes away from presenting myself at my own graduation party at the family estate” he scoffed and smiled “Never did I think I’d ditch my own party to chase after a girl that got away. It was so out of character for me, so of course Tensei was on high alert when I snuck out of the estate with my dress pants rolled up to my knees!” He gave a hearty laugh “He rolled himself in front of me with his arms crossed and said ‘Tenya Iida! Are you sneaking out?! Are you feeling well? The Tenya I know wouldn’t sneak out at all!’ oh Lili, you should’ve seen how red I got when I got caught!”
“Oof you didn’t even make it past the front fountain!” I cringed “Did that guilt you into staying?”
“No, it was the advice he gave me” He fixed his glasses “I told him why I was sneaking out and he said that I should give her space to process her post graduation life. Imagine being sad because your friend hates you then the same friend comes knocking at your door confessing their love for you? All in the same day! I wouldn’t believe them. So I waited around for her to send me a text or call.”
“So what happened in those years of giving her space?”
“I lived my life, all of it was what I wanted, but I was still missing something. I came to terms that I can’t be happy until I fix my friendship with her.” Dad put water to boil in the kettle “I was angry at Mr. Hitoshi for knowing I was in love with her and still asking her to be his girlfriend. But I was being a sore loser in this triangle, she can’t be my girlfriend if I don’t ask or confess, and he asked before I had the guts to. Then the days turned into weeks, then months, then years... and my heart still had those tender feelings for her. I’d cry sometimes because a bouquet of flowers in a store window would remind me of her or I stumbled across a picture of us hanging out in the dorms.”
That made me think “Wait, then how did you-” the alert that somebody was coming interrupted me.
“Oh! That must be your uncle” Dad went to open the door “Tensei! Was the drive over alright?”
“Surprisingly, no traffic this time!” responded Tensei “now, where’s my little pretty girl?!”
“I’m not little! I’m a big girl now” I giggled as he rolled into view “Hi uncle! Hi Pongo!”
The robo Dalmatian bowed it’s head for me to aggressively pet them “It’s very nice to see you Lili, your uncle was counting down the days to see you.”
“Oh si?” I looked at my uncle as I pet his robo.
“Pongo! You didn’t have to share that” Tensei blushed “But I don’t get to see you very often! Look, I even got you a gift.” He handed me a neatly wrapped gift “Bet nobody can top this one!”
“Mr. Hakamada gave me the key to his Versailles town house for me to move into” I said before opening the gift.
“Oh...damn now I feel like the shitty gift-giver” Tensei said to himself.
“If it makes you feel better brother” Dad responded “I gave her a pearl necklace.”
“Oh, you got me a session with the family portrait painter” I said with some surprise “I thought only important family members get their portraits done?”
“You are an important family remember! You’re the first one in our family to go to college” Tensei explained “It’s so exciting to see someone I know to go up on that main hall! Yours will go right next to your dad’s.”
“What’s dad known for?”
“Saving the lineage” Tensei snickered “if only everyone understood that you married out of love.”
“Hey we were just talking about that!” dad refocused “what were you going to say Lili?”
“Oh! I was asking how you reunited with mom?”
“I can answer this one!” Tensei cleared his throat “Your dad always talk about her every-time something reminds him of your mom. When your dad found the courage to talk to her, he bought a bouquet of flowers and spent time to craft a good text. All just to see the text not go through, he called and the number was no longer in service. He asked his friends that might still be in contact and they said that she changed phone numbers and she was unreachable unless you played League of Legends and talked to her in the chat.” He sighed “It was hard to see your dad that depressed. But lo and behold, a week later her face popped up in the papers and magazines as the rookie tech mogul for her company RoboDog Inc. And skip a year and a half to when I ran into them at a networking event at Daggers, she saved me, I accidentally called them gorgeous and they were flattered but she couldn’t finish her pitch to me because your dad was running through her mind. But I could tell they were in love with him, just as much as he was with her. So I brought your dad to the private consult at her office.” He started laughing “The face when your dad laid eyes on her, it was so out of character for him that I knew things were going to be alright between them.”
“All that?! You just wanted to stir the pot!” I joked “But wow, that’s quite the reunion. And dad just let her go like that for no reason other than he was jealous of another man!”
“You don’t have to reopen my wound like that” dad spoke up as he handed his brother some tea “but you’re going to be okay Lili.”
“Huh?”
“You asked me because you’re worried about being separated from Hoshi right?”
“Well....yeah...” I admitted “It’s just that, this mirrors a little too much from what mom did and wanted to know if it was as bad as she described it.”
“Hey as long as you have contact with them and love them, you don’t have to worry about them running off or feeling hurt.”
That was a nice moment between my dad and I...until uncle Tensei ruined it with “So when’s the wedding?!”
“Shut up Tensei!” my dad and I groaned.
We spent that last day together as family and I was feeling less scared about leaving. I did one last luggage check before bed, it was unnecessary but I couldn’t go to sleep if I didn’t....I woke up at 7:30 am for the last breakfast in a very long time. Everyone was there, Hoshi and my uncle Jin with aunty Mimi. The whole time I couldn’t let go of Hoshi’s hand and he squeezed tight too. Even right up to when I had to go wait to board, I didn’t want to let go.
“So, this is it huh?” I uttered, looking at our clamped hands.
“Yeah, your gate is right there heh” Hoshi gulped “I’m going to miss you like crazy Lili.”
I glanced behind me to see the rest of my family, waiting patiently and giving us space “Me too, I didn’t think I’d get this far” I turn to Hoshi “I’m scared that things will be different when I come back.”
“They might, 3 years is a long time to be away anywhere” Hoshi responded “But the one thing that won’t is my love for you, I waited years to be reunited with you and I can wait 3 more.”
“Promise?”
“I promise”
I jump on him to hug him and he squeezed back. I don’t know how long we stood there but they announced boarding for my gate. I broke the hug and gave him a final kiss before going to my gate. Everyone waved me off as boarded and I felt ready to face this new leg of my journey. It was my first time on a plane, first class at that! I took so many pictures of the plane wing above the clouds and couldn’t wait to send them to my mom. As I stared off outside my window, looking at the sea below, I wondered what my mom was thinking about when she came to Japan. Did she hope to make friends? To love again? To get stronger? Because I’m very sure that I’ll at least fall in love with dance all over again. And that’ll get stronger so when I come back, I can do anything I put my mind to...Whatever that’ll be!
I arrive in the evening and there was a taxi waiting for me that was associated with the school I’m attending. A very nice lady representative escorted me to my townhouse and even helped bring my luggage in. She said that she’ll be helping me transition settle for the first few months and I can call on her for anything. I thanked her and closed the door after she left. Now it was just me, in my own place! I turned the lights on to see the what grandpa meant by cozy. Everything was made of wood but the furnishing was very posh and had that old world aesthetic. It was a two story with an open kitchen, two bathrooms and high ceilings. The backyard looked like it needed some work but otherwise, I loved the place! There was a note on the fridge addressed to me:
Lili,
Welcome to your new home! Happy that you made it out here safely. There’s not much here to eat that isn’t perishable. Make sure to go to the open air market the next street over to food shop before 12pm! You can use my sewing room to your heart’s desire, I left a little gift for you there. Your room is on the second floor, the one with the painted door. The neighbors are pleasant and polite, don’t be too loud after 10pm. First aid kit is in the bathroom, cleaning supplies under the kitchen sink and have fun fixing the backyard (I don’t do yard work). Sleep well, don’t forget to text me and your family that you made it safely to the townhouse.
I’ll be waiting for your response,
Grandpa Hakamada
P.S. Don’t feed the cat, he’s a fat bastard that scams everyone on the strip for their food!
That last part got me chortling! But I text everyone I’m safely in the townhouse. I go in the sewing room and see what he left me. On the posable mannequin, was a professional grade leotard, leg warmers and pointe shoes in my skin tone! I was in tears, he didn’t have to get me all that but the fact that it was a useful gift was what touched me. I open the painted door to my room and flicked on the light, it was nearly identical to the room I had during my internship with him! There was towels and a bathrobe laid out on the bed for me, on the wardrobe was a note that said ‘open for a surprise’. And inside was warm wear and very pretty satin dresses that he made himself. What really got me was the pink satin dress that was the exact replica of the one I had as a child but for my current size. I wanted to hug him and thank him for all the nice gifts he’s left for me, but the best I could do was text him. Too tired to unpack, I called it a night and took a bath before going to bed. I fell asleep after reading everyone’s texts.
I woke up in the UNHOLY hours of the early morning, just before the sun came up. Staring up at the ceiling, and remembering it’s 7 hours ahead back home....I wonder what Iwa is doing?
-Book 2 End-
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#bnha#mha#self insert au#not canon#Book 2 chapter 14#will update regularly#ask me anything#//Palma-sama Speaks#bit of a short one BUT tied up all of book 2!#Best Jeanist is just a rich grandpa that spoils Lili rotten! But it's sweet#Uncle Tensei is back! He's more of the family historian but you'll see why in Book 3! Also...Pongo the robo dog...that's the tweet#I cried too much writing the airport scene#It's almost like I was in that situation and watching my baby leave...can you tell I'm emotionally attached to these characters? lmao#You bet I'm hashing out the next book in like 3 days! Iwa has all the brain cells like his mom but with the nosiness of his dad...#Book 3 is a tell all of the past and secrets...ya know I gotta do it to them#Thank you for reading this far! Yall keep on keyboard smashing in my asks and my inbox and it drives me to keep writing this AU uwu
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Christmas Part 3 SamCait fanfic
" Strong like her daughter, huh?" " Aye, strong, beautiful, gracious, giving, brillant, caring, you want me to go on?" " Is this me or my mum?" " Mostly you as I don't know your mum, but from what I see, you have a lot of her in you." Sam replied running his hands through her hair," Cait thank you for inviting me. I really like your parents." " They like you too." she whispers her voice a bit thick. She firmly reminded herself where she is. Neither of them were aware that her parents had slipped back into the room. They stand still and quiet watching them loath to intrude. " I am glad because I sure love their daughter." " Sam." her voice carries a nod of caution of fear. " I know babe, I do. But I am going nowhere. I will wait until you are ready." "That may take awhile." she warns. " Okay." He can't resist her lips a moment longer. He leans in a bit more and claims her in a long kiss. Mr Balfe starts forward but his wife stopped him urging him back towards the kitchen. But before they could get there, the front door opens and the sound of several pairs of small feet enter the room ahead of their owners. It startles everyone in the room. " Pappa grandmum! It is Christmas. Father Christmas is coming." A gaggle of little people enter the room. The skid to a stop in front of their aunt and the stranger on their grandparents couch. Sam and Cait had pulled apart as soon as they heard the voices. " Auntie, who is he?" one of the bold little girls asks. Her cousins and siblings gather around to hear her answer. " Colleen, this is Sam." a slighty shaken Cait answers. How had she get so involved and forget the rest of her family was on the way. " Is he your mate or your boyfriend?" And once again Cait thinks there has to a more dignified term then ' boyfriend' to refer to a lover, partner? at her age. " He is both and we work together." she answers her niece. " Cool. He is cute." By this time, they had been joined by her siblings and their spouses and her parents had joined them. " They gangs all here." Cait thinks. She stands pulling Sam up with her. " Everyone, may I introduce Sam Heughan. He is my partner at work and outside work. Sam this is the rest of my family. Cait's stunned family came up and introduce themselves, one by one. " I will never recall them all." Sam thinks as his hand is shaked and his neck hugged. " We don't expect you to know them all." a bemused Mr Balfe says when he sees his look," The mrs sometimes confuses them and she named 7 of them." " Oh hush. Everyone ready for dinner?" It turns out they are. Sam looks around awed at the sight of them all gathered around the Balfe's huge table. There are three no four high chairs. Colleen, the only child who's name he remembers sits at his left with Cait at his right. " So, you work with auntie. Are you an actor or a model cause auntie does both?" " I am an actor." " But he could model." One of the ladies says," He is handsome enough." Cait shots her sister a dirty look. " Yes, but his acting is brillant, Anna." " $o, you are Jamie then." someone else says. Sam looks down the table for the source of that comment. " Yes I am." " My sister-in-law, Janice has read every book." Cait explains. " Everyone she has written so far." Janice comfirms. " So do I pass? As Jamie?" " Yes. How far have you filmed?" " Ahhh. Not far." " Janice dear. Little pitchers." her husband, Collen reminds her gesturing to their wide eyed daughter, Colleen and the others. He knew where she was going with this conversation. " Oops. Sorry." " So you to meet on set?" Collen takes up the conversation ball. Steering to safer directions. " Aye." and Sam and Cait tell the srory of her audition leaving out the kiss. " So romantic." sighs Colleen, who at 12 and the oldest grandchild found everything romantic. " Are you okay Sam? They haven't overwhelmed you have they?" Dinner is over and there is a lull as the men clear the table. This gives Cait a chance to drag Sam away from the melee and check on him. " I am okay. But there sure is a lot of them." " Told you." " Aye, so you did." " Caitriona and Sam, where are you." They hear her mum call for them. Cait had brought them into one of the empty bedrooms. " Time for the story and carols." Mrs Balfe continues. " Ready for round two?" she asks. He takes a deep breath, squares his shoulders, and takes her hand. " Aye lass." They step back into the chaos.
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The same to you - all of them 🎃
200: My crush’s name is: Ryan, Eli, Claire, several others I cant name for complicated reasons
199: I was born in: 1997/a hospital
198: I am really: Intense weather in my calmness or excitement
197: My cellphone company is: T-Mobile
196: My eye color is: Light green
195: My shoe size is: 9 1/2 wide (i usually have to do like a 11 for high heals)
194: My ring size is: ??????? probably big I have chubby fingers
193: My height is: 5′ 6″
192: I am allergic to: nothing unless you count idiocy
191: My 1st car was: A blue 2007 Ford Focus and I LOVED her
190: My 1st job was: A server for Cheddar’s Casual Cafe
189: Last book you read: How to Ruin Everything by George Watsky 10/10
188: My bed is: A king with lots o’ pillows and blankets and is very comfy
187: My pet: 2 cats, 5 kittens, 6 dogs, 2 snakes, 1 bearded dragon, 1 leopard gecko, 4 turtles, 1 bullfrog tadpole, and bunches of fish
186: My best friend: is a boy i met a month ago because i have intimacy issues
185: My favorite shampoo is: Dead Sea’s Argon oil shampoo is so good to my poor dry curls
184: Xbox or ps3: I use an Xbox to watch Netflix but I don’t play video games
183: Piggy banks are: Cute decorations but go unused
182: In my pockets: $2, some lint, a rubber band, and something weird i took out of my dog’s mouth earlier
181: On my calendar: I have nothing written in it but it has cool pictures of bears
180: Marriage is: Cool because of the financial benefits but other than that unnecessary to prove one’s love. I want a wedding though because I want a pretty dress
179: Spongebob can: Make me hate my life a 3am
178: My mom: Died of breast cancer and smoked a lot of pot
177: The last three songs I bought were? I can’t remember ever paying for music but the last three i listened to are: Cherry Wine by Hozier, Strong As An Oak by Watsky, and San Cristobal by Mal Blum
176: Last YouTube video watched: A slam poem by Neil Hilborn called Liminality
175: How many cousins do you have? I have no clue? At least 10 on each side, but i’m sure there’s way more than that
174: Do you have any siblings? 2 older brothers, 2 older sisters, ans one younger sister
173: Are your parents divorced? They were never married
172: Are you taller than your mom? Nope! She was like 5′10′
171: Do you play an instrument? I can play hot cross buns on the recorder and thats the best i can do
170: What did you do yesterday? I slept and ate beef jerky[ I Believe In ]169: Love at first sight: No, but i do believe in lust and infatuation at first site. I think love takes time to grow.
168: Luck: Yes like, as in karma
167: Fate: Catch me in the right mood and i do
166: Yourself: NOOOOOPE
165: Aliens: Yes
164: Heaven: No
163: Hell: Yes, it’s called Texas
162: God: Naaaaah
161: Horoscopes: I think they’re accurate generalizations
160: Soul mates: Yeah but not like the traditional; kind of way, i think we have lots of people we’re meant to be with in various ways
159: Ghosts: Yes and No i go back and forth
158: Gay Marriage: 100%
157: War:0%
156: Orbs: Idk what this is talking about but sure, ill root for them
155: Magic: No, Im a science gal[ This or That ]154: Hugs or Kisses: Hugs
153: Drunk or High: High, drinking gives me a tummy ache
152: Phone or Online: Online
151: Red heads or Black haired: Red heads
150: Blondes or Brunettes: Brunettes
149: Hot or cold: Cold
148: Summer or winter: Winter
147: Autumn or Spring: Autumn
146: Chocolate or vanilla: Vanilla
145: Night or Day: Night
144: Oranges or Apples: Apples
143: Curly or Straight hair: Curly
142: McDonalds or Burger King: Mcdonald’s
141: White Chocolate or Milk Chocolate: White Chocolate is the key to my heart
140: Mac or PC: PC
139: Flip flops or high heels: HIgh heels even though i cant walk in them
138: Ugly and rich OR sweet and poor: Sweet and poor
137: Coke or Pepsi: Coke
136: Hillary or Obama: Obama
135: Burried or cremated: Cremated, the idea of rotting creeps me out
134: Singing or Dancing: Dancing but im bad at both
133: Coach or Chanel: Idgaf
132: Kat McPhee or Taylor Hicks: ??????
131: Small town or Big city: Big city
130: Wal-Mart or Target: Wal-Mart
129: Ben Stiller or Adam Sandler: I hate Adam Sandler
128: Manicure or Pedicure: Manicure
127: East Coast or West Coast: West Coast
126: Your Birthday or Christmas: Christmas all the waaaaaay
125: Chocolate or Flowers: Flowers, preferably potted
124: Disney or Six Flags: Disney i’m scared of roller coasters
123: Yankees or Red Sox: I dont sports[ Here’s What I Think About ]122: War: Its stupid and bad and i hate violence
121: George W. Bush: Okay, looook, i dig his paintings, okay???
120: Gay Marriage: gimme that shit i want that shit
119: The presidential election: I could be down for violence against trump
118: Abortion: everyone should have safe access to abortions, they save lives
117: MySpace: I never had one? Does it still exist? I may make one for fun?
116: Reality TV: i dont ever watch it, i avoid it like the plauge
115: Parents: Mine were grade A shit
114: Back stabbers: What goes around comes around
113: Ebay: I use Amazon
112: Facebook: Its filled with my racist family, i avoid it
111: Work: I watch my niece and nephew (twins) and i love it
110: My Neighbors: I don’t interact with them ever
109: Gas Prices: why so expensive pls give me break
108: Designer Clothes: catch me in wal-mart clothes i bough 4 years ago
107: College: I want but cant afford halp
106: Sports: no
105: My family: I love them but they fkn annoy the shit out of me with their political views
104: The future: stop.[ Last time I ]103: Hugged someone: My niece yesterday
102: Last time you ate: I am eating a bowl of mac n’ cheese right now
101: Saw someone I haven’t seen in awhile: I saw my sister’s in-laws last week and i loooooove them! I made slime with the kids
100: Cried in front of someone: When i found out my ex was cheating on me like two months ago
99: Went to a movie theater: Went on a date with a cute boi like a month ago and w saw Baby Driver it was so good
98: Took a vacation: The only vacation ive ever took in my life was with my ex and his family to Florida last summer
97: Swam in a pool: Less than a week ago
96: Changed a diaper: Yesterday, i change them for a living
95: Got my nails done:last summer
94: Went to a wedding: My oldest sister got married last week!
93: Broke a bone: when i was like 3????
92: Got a peircing: two weeks ago i got my nipples done
91: Broke the law: this morning when i got high
90: Texted: Im texting cute bbs right now[ MISC ]89: Who makes you laugh the most: My boi Ryan who is a fkn idiot i love him
88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is: I already left home and only miss having someone else cook and clean because my roomates are hopeless
87: The last movie I saw: The Last Five Years
86: The thing that I’m looking forward to the most: When i can move far north and start a loving and respectful communist sex cult
85: The thing im not looking forward to: Getting up for work at 5 in the morning
84: People call me: lame
83: The most difficult thing to do is: exist
82: I have gotten a speeding ticket: i sure haven’t i’m Safe
81: My zodiac sign is: Libra
80: The first person i talked to today was: Ryan
79: First time you had a crush: i liked a boy named Antonio in second grade
78: The one person who i can’t hide things from: no one?
77: Last time someone said something you were thinking: Ryan last night when we said a stupid Ricks and Morty quote at the same time
76: Right now I am talking to: my cat Beatrice
75: What are you going to do when you grow up: probably cry a lot
74: I have/will get a job: working with kids!
73: Tomorrow: I will be very tired
72: Today: I am very tired
71: Next Summer: I will be very hot
70: Next Weekend: Im going to tie ppl up with rope
69: I have these pets: see 187
68: The worst sound in the world: A baby crying because they’re hurt or sad
67: The person that makes me cry the most is: my ex inbox me for his url so you can tell him hes a meanie
66: People that make you happy: My nieces and nephews and also my bff
65: Last time I cried: last night because the damn dog was so cute
64: My friends are: amazing and deserve the world
63: My computer is: slow and bad but i still love her
62: My School: was down the road from a prison, which my mom was in years ago
61: My Car: is old and smells like my mom’s cigarettes
60: I lose all respect for people who: are racist, homophobic, sexist, trans-phobic, Islamophobic, anti-semetic, ect.
59: The movie I cried at was: the beginning of Guardians of the Galaxy
58: Your hair color is: Auburn
57: TV shows you watch: Game of Thrones, Criminal Minds, Sense 8
56: Favorite web site: tumblr.com
55: Your dream vacation: stargazing in Alaska
54: The worst pain I was ever in was: when i fucked up my siatic nerve in a car wreck in January
53: How do you like your steak cooked: medium-well
52: My room is: cold and messy and covered in kittens
51: My favorite celebrity is: Harry Styles
50: Where would you like to be: on a beach in Iceland with a person playing a ukulele
49: Do you want children: Only if i have more than one long term partner living with me
48: Ever been in love: Yes
47: Who’s your best friend: see 186 its Ryan
46: More guy friends or girl friends: no
45: One thing that makes you feel great is: when my cat comes to me and just lays where shes barely touching me
44: One person that you wish you could see right now: My best friend from high school who committed suicide
43: Do you have a 5 year plan: no
42: Have you made a list of things to do before you die: no
41: Have you pre-named your children: I want to name my kid Coraline but id also like to do something not defined by a single gender?
40: Last person I got mad at: My sister because she left the dogs inside all day while i was at work even though shes a stay at home mom and so the poor things had accidents and no one was happy
39: I would like to move to: Canada
38: I wish I was a professional: mom[ My Favorites ]37: Candy: white chocolate truffles
36: Vehicle: vintage beatles
35: President: Alexander Hamilton
34: State visited: Florida
33: Cellphone provider: ?????
32: Athlete: ?????
31: Actor: Nat Wolf
30: Actress: Maise willams
29: Singer: Radical Face/Hozier
28: Band: Bad Books
27: Clothing store: Wal-mart
26: Grocery store: Joe-V’s Smart Shop
25: TV show: Game of Thrones
24: Movie: Swiss Army Man
23: Website: see 56
22: Animal: Monitors
21: Theme park: i dont do theme parks
20: Holiday: Halloween
19: Sport to watch: does Yuri on Ice count?
18: Sport to play: no
17: Magazine: i don’t read magazines but i heard Teen Vogue is doing wonders
16: Book: The Kite Runner
15: Day of the week: Wednesday’s Child is Full of Woe
14: Beach: wherever i was in Florida
13: Concert attended: Warped Tour 2015 there was a band called Onwards ect. it was so good
12: Thing to cook: homemade flour tortillas
11: Food: Cheese enchiladas
10: Restaurant: This cute little place named Marianne’s thats down the road from my house she makes the best tamales
9: Radio station: 94.5 The Buzz
8: Yankee candle scent: Clean Linen
7: Perfume: i dont
6: Flower: Lilies
5: Color: pink
4: Talk show host: Steve Harvey
3: Comedian: John Mulaney
2: Dog breed: Pit Bulls
1: Did you answer all these truthfully? 100%
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