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maple-the-awesome · 4 months

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He Becomes a Dad! || Part 1/2

PART 2

Pairing: Time, Four, Legend, Hyrule x Reader

Overview: Congratulations, you're new parents 🎉 Some of the Links are prepared. Others...might need a moment to gather themselves. But rest assured! At the end of the day, they're all going to get a handle on this whole dad thing. I'm a sucker for family tropes and there simply aren't enough out there for the Chain to quench my thirst, so here it is, I'm adding my contribution👍 Btw, there will be only two parts for this prompt since Wind will be excluded for obvious reasons. Baby making isn't a platonic activity🤷‍♀️

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You only brought the topic of children up to your husband once. It was at some point during the early half of your marriage and after a particularly lengthy day of enduring Malon’s well-meant pestering. Time, beside being caught slightly off guard, delivered a straightforward answer:

“It wouldn’t feel right bringing kids into this world, especially when I would hardly be home to help you rear them.”

Now, you can’t lie and say you weren’t at all disappointed by this answer, although you wouldn’t say you had the rug completely pulled from beneath you. You understood the true implications behind Time’s statement right away. It’s the same reason he took so long to let himself marry you. It’s not you nor a disgust towards children, but rather an unspoken fear of building a life where he’s too happy - one that could be ripped away from him at a moment’s notice as has seemed to be the case for his younger years.

Although his worries are needless, you never pushed against his boundaries because you could at least see the sense in his argument. Sure, the idea of having children did always appeal to you deep down, however between Time’s constant traveling and your hard work helping at Lon Lon Ranch, it would be difficult to squeeze a family into the schedule. There was no sense in forcing him into a commitment he wasn’t ready for nor one you weren’t in a position to properly foster.

Twelve years of blissful marriage passed before your plans changed. The blame lies with those other heroes, too. One would think traveling alongside a group of unruly young boys would’ve made someone more certain of their decision to never again subject themselves to such a headache, yet it apparently had the opposite effect on your dear husband.

Discovering first hand how much pride he could feel towards a descendant was life-altering, to put it light. Twilight was living proof that somewhere along the line, Time does something right. Whatever kids he might have will grow up to have children of their own and so on…Not to mention Twilight isn’t a terrible outcome by any means. To raise someone with the possibility of them turning out like him and to do so with you of all people? Well, needless to say, it was settled rather quickly after that: Time wanted kids.

Call it baby-fever if you will, but he was suddenly rather eager about the concept he had once avoided like the plague. He brought it up through not-so-subtly hints at first, then when you outright asked him if he was being serious, he went on a slightly nervous spew about your home being too quiet and how he could officially retire from traveling to be home more and it’s really a shame that you have an extra bedroom just sitting around - You just had to kiss him to shut him up which eventually led to…other things. Let’s just say you both got started right away.

It took you twelve years to realize you did indeed want kids yet less than a year to actually be holding them for the first time. It turns out even the universe was impatiently waiting for you both to come to your senses, so once you finally had, it decided to award you with not one, but two beautiful girls whom you affectionately named Saria after Time’s old friend and Mallory, a mix between melody and Malon, their ever-so-excited godmother.

It’s safe to say that the twins are pretty spoiled. Malon has been over almost everyday, bringing you plenty of baked goods as a bribe to let her spend more time with her favorite goddaughters and you have practically every baby related item that you could need, courtesy of the Queen of Hyrule herself, but of course, it’s their parents who love them the most.

Never in his wildest dreams did Time think it would be possible to feel so at peace with the life he’s built. For so many years, he feared true happiness was impossible - that every turn would result in the same cruel fate he had been subjected to during most of his existence - and yet for the last couple of nights, he’s held it in his arms. He’s watched the moon rise outside his window while playing soft lullabies on his ocarina, you cuddled by his side with your daughters shared between you both. You wear a small smile even in sleep and he swears the girls match it, too; he definitely does himself…This is a priceless treasure he’ll give his life to protect.

Four and you had already been married for a few years by the time you found out you’re pregnant. It’s not to say you were actively planning for it, although you also weren’t actively trying not to either.

It had been agreed upon early in your relationship that kids would be nice should they come your way, therefore you were both equally excited that your wishes were finally being granted, so much so that the nursery was finished within the first month (courtesy of your handy husband). It’s painted in beautiful pastels that are easy on the eyes and decorated with many toys Four had hand-carved himself; a useful craft he’s now very appreciative towards Sky for teaching him.

Seeing as this was already a somewhat anticipated next step in your lives, Four’s pretty relaxed throughout the process despite its many challenges. For starters, pregnancy itself unfortunately isn't as much of a 'blessing' for you as some have made it sound. You’re rather sick from beginning to end. If it isn't your inability to keep food down (especially in the early stages) or your fluctuating blood pressure, then it’s the aching you constantly feel thanks to both your very heavy bump and extremely active baby who just loves to make sure you never forgot about their existence by kicking you as hard as possible day and night.

Worry not. Four has made your struggles more bearable by being a darling husband through and through. He’s by your side during each doctor’s visit, does his own personal research on all things baby-related, and helps with every chore he can to give you at least some rest even if just for a quick nap, however most spectacularly, he does all of this without ever being too overbearing.

Although certainly concerned for your health, Four can recognize your strength any day of the week, especially when you've been rolling with the punches like a warrior queen during such a draining pregnancy. Anxious, sure, but not afraid. Why would he be? He’s confident that you’re both prepared to face anything together! …That is, until you actually went into labor…

Yeah, remember that previously mentioned, relaxed and darling husband? Forget about him. Your water broke and so did Four's calm demeanor, but can he really be blamed? You went into labor early - and not just by a couple of days either. Oh no, we're talking a couple of weeks early.

Regardless of his newfound fear, Four does his utmost best to still present himself as calm and collected in front of you, not wanting to freak you out any more than you’re already freaking out yourself. He first helped you lay down with plenty of pillows and cushions before running to get help. After that, he doesn’t leave your side, encouraging you throughout the process with a smile on his face, however don’t be fooled: the second you turn your head to the midwife’s voice or close your eyes to scream, your poor husband’s face reflects his inner thoughts as the situation fully begins to sink in. 'Scared shitless' - that's a good word to describe it; eyes wide in terror with a mouth that’s hung agape and slightly twisted in pain as your nails clawed into his hand.

As said, he never leaves your side - not even for a millisecond. You don’t have to worry about him being the type of guy to get grossed out by natural fluids or complain about your expressions of pain; none of that is remotely a concern of his. He’s just grateful to see you okay and even more so to hear his baby crying as they should.

A girl; small like her daddy, but healthy all things considered. Four couldn't wait to hold her, knowing damn well he was going to cry the second her soft skin touched his, but he isn’t ashamed of it in the slightest. Who wouldn’t cry holding something so precious?

Then you scream again. He thinks something must be wrong until the midwife announces that it isn’t over - that there are more squeezed in there waiting.

At the end of the day, you're just relieved to finally breathe easy without going through agonizing pain while Four, on the other hand, is left in shock staring at not one, not two, but three little babies, all healthy girls who wiggle and whimper in their parents' arms, but oh well. The nursery may have to be expanded, although there's plenty of love to go around. At least he can thank Hylia that it wasn’t quads (he's had enough of those).

Legend and you have been in a relationship for several years, although you had mutually agreed earlier on that neither of you were big fans of the whole 'marriage' thing. What difference would a ceremony and piece of paper make, anyway? You already act as any officially married couple would. You live together, go on dates, occasionally argue, and even share a bed which is exactly what resulted in a recent, unplanned detour in your lives: a baby.

When you first told Legend the news, he panicked, asking himself all those stupid questions like ‘what now’ and ‘how could this have happened’ even though he knew damn well how. Then he left. Giving some half-assed excuse about needing fresh air, he turned his back to you despite your pleas and didn’t return for hours.

Now, rest assured, he did immediately regret having that reaction and apologized for it as soon as he came home. He didn’t mean to scare you with the thought of abandonment, but as he would quietly confess during his apology, the thought of being a parent had just been too overwhelming in the moment. Neither of you had ever talked about having kids, and while he could at least have some peace of mind knowing you’ll obviously be a great mom, he fears that the same won’t be applied to him.

You have always been the light in a dim room, as Legend would put it. You’re fun, sweet, and amazing with kids. Any child of yours, planned or not, will love you with all of their heart exactly as he does. Meanwhile he’s stubborn, cranky, and the last kid to cross his path literally started sobbing. Maybe it had to do with him being covered in monster blood after just having crawled out of a dungeon but he’s pretty sure he traumatized a kid nonetheless…The thought of being just as bad around any kid you share together scares the crap out of him.

Deep, deep down, Legend’s actually somewhat excited to be a father. Although he’s too stubborn to admit it to anyone other than you, he’ll sometimes daydream about how nice it would be to tell a little replica of you both about all his adventures or to teach them how to use some of the items he’s collected over the years like his trusty boomerang. Seeing the excitement in their eyes would definitely be worth listening to you scold him afterwards. If that’s all there was to being a father, Legend wouldn’t have a single concern, yet it’s his insecurities that always have a habit of souring things. Would his kid actually find his stories cool or would they just be tempted to throw the boomerang right at his head?

You’ve done your best to reassure him, often falling back on the argument that the baby will be a part of him. Like father, like son, right? Legend was almost ready to believe you, too, especially upon laying eyes on his child for the first time. As you passed the tiny bundle over to him, he thought that maybe being a dad wasn’t going to be that scary after all, and it might not be so bad to even have more someday either…However, his worries were quick to return when the baby started screaming two seconds after being set into his arms…

Baby screams if he holds him. Baby whimpers if he looks at him for too long. Sometimes, Legend swears the thing starts crying simply by hearing his voice in another room. It doesn’t happen with anyone else, though. The baby just adores you as predicted, but what Legend can’t stand is the fact that the baby seems to like Ravio, of all annoyances, over his own dad.

He’s forced to watch as the little brat happily lets Ravio cradle him, the sight filling him with bitter jealousy and sorrow. You’re convinced that he’s just overthinking everything - that he should give himself time to adjust to his new position as a father instead of holding himself to unrealistic standards, but how long is he exactly supposed to wait until it clicks? It’s been a whole month already and he still feels as confused as day one! Will he ever get the hang of this whole dad-thing or is he a lost cause…?

If there’s any comfort Legend can have, it’s that even Ravio doesn’t know what to do with the baby once he starts crying, so at least he’s not alone in that aspect. The only problem is you’re busy making lunch and stubbornly refuse to pause your efforts. Instead, you shove a bottle over to Legend, insisting that he be the one to feed his son since it should be a ‘good bonding exercise’ for them. You won’t take ‘no’ for an answer and judging on your glare when he tries to protest, you probably wouldn’t be happy if he tries passing the task onto Ravio either.

Thus, Legend is left to awkwardly sit down and take the baby into his arms. He already knows it’s obvious he has no idea what he’s doing, Ravio doesn’t have to point it out, but luckily after some swift around, he manages to hold his son more securely against his chest before shoving the bottle in his face. The baby continues to fuss while turning his head away from the bottle, and Legend’s almost tempted to call for you in defeat until at last, the room falls silent.

Looking down, he watches in quiet awe as his son accepts his meal eagerly. His little hands quickly rise up, gripping onto Legend’s which holds the bottle in place. They’re so tiny; barely able to wrap around a single finger - Oh, and his eyes as well! They’re wide as he stares up at his dad with unbroken eye contact. It’s like a wordless conversation - one more valuable than any he’s heard before.

You return, offering to take your son now that your work is done, but Legend is quick to shake his head. Why don’t you take a well-deserved break while he handles this little troublemaker? It would be a shame to bother him when he looks so comfortable in daddy’s arms.

You've been dating Hyrule for longer than either of you can really remember, however you aren’t in any big rush to get married, figuring that it would make no real difference in your commitment to each other. You love Hyrule and he loves you. What more is there to say? For a while there, you were both perfectly satisfied with simply taking things slow and letting fate decide your course, although more recently you’ve had to switch up that method to something more stable for the baby. Yes, a baby.

You wouldn’t necessarily call it a surprise, but you also can’t truthfully say it was planned either. You had agreed that kids might be nice if the goddesses ever blessed you with any in the future, however you weren’t exactly trying for them…You just weren’t being very careful…

Hyrule must admit he was rather nervous at the start. The only prior experience he really had around kids was with Wind, but there’s a pretty big difference between a young teen and newborn. Pair that with his not so ‘kid-friendly’ world and there’s plenty to worry over. Anything could happen, but Hyrule’s determined to be the best dad and partner he can.

First thing was first, of course: you needed a place to stay. Traveling is fun and you both enjoy being on the move, but that’s no life for a baby. Hyrule and you had actually already considered the idea of settling down someplace before, so you didn’t think of it as a massive loss to take off your adventure boots for a while. If anything, it was a welcomed change once you remembered how lovely it is to be able to kick your feet up for a rest or be surrounded by warmth during a terrible rainstorm.

Again, Hyrule takes his job as your partner very seriously which wasn’t ever a surprise to you. He found a small house for you both to rent in one of the safer villages around; a perfect place for raising a child. While he might not have a talent for decorating or making a place feel ‘homey’, he does thrive when it comes to making sure you’re comfortable, his spare rupees definitely going to fluffy wool blankets and a rickety rocking chair that he saw at a market.

Early on in the pregnancy, you noticed that your boyfriend also began showing a new found determination for cooking which did scare you a bit at first - Okay, so maybe a lot. Hyrule began taking cooking lessons from some kind elderly ladies in town who must have an endless pool of patience because while you can’t say every dish is a masterpiece (or even editable for that matter), you are happy to say Hyrule can now make things like toast and tomato soup successfully. It’s progress.

There aren’t a ton of doctors in your time and none in your village, so you have to take a lot of notes from local women regarding the process. Hearing all their stories and the possible ‘what if’s for what could go wrong made you anxious, especially once you finally go into labor, but it doesn’t faze Hyrule - not on the outside, anyway. He does an excellent job of swallowing his own fears for your peace of mind, talking you through each painful contraction and doing his best to distract you from it all until it comes time to start pushing.

Some people may get squeamish at the thought of childbirth, however Hyrule isn’t one of them. He’s fought through some terrifying dungeons and has bore witness to more than a few gory injuries over the years, so bodily fluids don’t bother him one bit. He’s kneeled down right in front of you without a second’s hesitation, multitasking between mentally reviewing what he’s been told to do and reassuring you even though he’s sure you don’t hear a word of it over your own screams.

One minute Hyrule’s encouraging you to keep pushing, the next he’s holding a small, crying baby in his arms. His movements after that feel almost automatic as he carefully cleans her off and just admires the fact that this baby - this tiny, precious gift of life is his. She’s yours and his and she’s beautiful despite having come into existence within such a broken world filled with more hardships than he could count…

Your tired voice brings him back to reality - asking if the baby you hear crying is okay. You clearly feel the same thing Hyrule does upon seeing your daughter for the first time, the two of you sitting side-by-side as you soak in this wonderful emotion. Hope...That’s what she represents. Hope for a brighter future...

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desparaic · 20 days

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Imagine Rengoku's son traveling to the past

Rengoku X Fem! Reader

I’m sorry, I never really do this kinda stuff before, but this has just been rotting my mind

read part 2 here

So, imagine Rengoku's teenage son traveling to the past when trying to fight a demon.

He is confused by the fact the demon just used his BDA and ran away just like that. He looks around and even checks himself, nothing.

Tf this demon do?????

Sun is almost up. Weird. He swears it just set only a few hours ago.

He tries to chase after the demon but with the thick trees, it’s hard to see where he went.

Defeated, he decides to go back to the corps headquarters, maybe visit the estate and go see his mother again

Imagine his surprise when he finds that things are a bit different than the last time he left the hq

I’m sorry what do you mean the current oyakata is Kagaya??? Isn’t that Kiriya-sama’s late father????

wait is that Uzui-san????? He has both of his eyes???? And he’s back being a slayer now?????

And why does everyone look at him weird????? Wait, where are his friends????

He has to take a double take when he sees the news post near the garden and realizes the year of the news is set in 19XX, more than 15 years back into the past.

He swears it’s a prank

it isn’t lol

After a liiiitttlee panic attack and existential crisis, he realizes he’s in the past

Down side, he doesn’t know how to get back and what this means

Upside, he can see his mom in action as a hashira!

She retired when he was born, so he didn’t get to see her in action aside from training sessions.

Excited (as if he wasn’t just panicking about this lmao), he rushes all over the place to find his mother

people be staring at him

who is this carbon copy of the flame hashira and why is he running

Eventually finds her just about to take off for a mission

“MOTHERRRRRR!”

I’m sorry huh?

You look at the kid surprised. Not only is he look exactly like your husband, this kid just called you mom.

I’m?????? Did Kyojuro have a secret love child???? or a relative he never told you about?????

Your future son is just so hyped seeing you in your uniform the first time he almost forgot to explain himself LMAO

When he quickly introduces as your son you’re just there like 🧍‍♀️

This kid needs to find a physician quick

Well, turns out he isn’t lying, especially after telling you an intimate detail that only a few people know.

You’re flustered, surprised, bewildered, but most importantly…

You’re excited to see him! You and Rengoku have always talked about having a family, so you’re so glad you both eventually do!!!

Immediate bond. Get along super well. Almost like y’all are related dang who would’ve thought

You excitedly say, “Oh, I can’t wait for Kyojuro to meet you! I bet He’s excited to see his son from the future! You look just like him!”

his genes do be strong

but as soon as you say that, your son’s smile fades.

Your motherly instincts tell you something is wrong.

“Is everything okay?”

You didn’t miss the way he furrows his eyebrows and lift the corner of his lip in annoyance, even if it was just a split second.

He only smiles (though your mama bear instinct is like “no, no, this kid definitely hidin’ smn), “no, nothing’s wrong.”

”Oh! Can you show me your breathing technique, Mother? You never get to show me your breathing style!”

Huh. Weird.

Okay gonna write a part 2 because this way too long brother

UPDATE: aight here it is part 2

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verai-marcel · 15 days

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Your Hearth Is My Home (BG3 Fanfic, Astarion x Female Reader, Part 28 of 28)

Summary, Notes, Tags, & Part 1 are here.

AO3 Link is here, my love.

Word Count: 2,422

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Act III, Chapter 7 - The Epilogue

Five months passed in blissful domesticity. You had started a small apothecary shop which made enough money to keep you in business and build up your savings. Astarion, when he felt the whim, would make scents for you to sell. Those always seemed to sell out extremely quickly, and after the first three months, he began taking commissions. That is, when he wasn’t busy with his little adventures in the night.

Astarion had continued his little bouts of heroism. You noted that he had a penchant for going into Rivington and helping the less fortunate, getting a sort of high from sucking the life out of evil thugs and getting praised for it.

Oh, of course he lives for the praise.

You mildly wondered if some of the people he rescued had ever praised him a little too much, when he came back with an extra pep in his step.

“Did someone call you the most handsome hero in the Gate?”

He scoffed. “Please. They don’t need to say it.” Leaning against your work table, he gave you the most perfect grin. “I already know.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yes, yes, you’re the most beautiful beau in all the land.”

“And don’t you forget it,” he sassed, taking off his armor and weapons. “And what is my little witch making tonight?”

“Just a new batch of potions. Bluurg and Omeluum had a fresh batch of mushrooms from the Underdark and—”

You felt a tingle of power in the air and turned around just as a dove appeared in your window, a small message box tied to it.

“Thank you,” you said as you took the letter.

~*All part of the job, ma’am,~* he said, sounding like an elderly retired officer. The dove saluted with his wing and took off.

Being able to talk to animals regularly still throws me off.

Opening the letter, you smiled. Withers’ handwriting was a bit shaky, but still elegant.

Astarion read the letter over your shoulder. “Oh.”

You turned towards him. “What do you mean, ‘oh’?”

He looked away. “I, erm, may have forgotten to let the others know that you returned.”

You sputtered for a moment in shock. “Astarion!” you screeched in annoyance.

He gave you his classic shrug. “Well, it’ll be a hell of a surprise when you show up.”

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When you and Astarion arrived at the old camp site where Withers had set up the little soiree, you realized that you and he were the first people there. Seeing Withers waving his staff and setting up the final dishes on the table was a bit surprising.

“Wait, so you could have summoned food and drink all this time?” you asked as you came up to him.

You swear you saw a wry smirk before he returned to his usual neutral expression. “No one asked.”

You damn skeleton!

Putting on a polite smile, you asked tentatively, “Erm, do you need any help?”

“Thou hast helped enough,” he said, but not in an unkind way. “It is thy turn to relax and wait for thy meal.”

You nodded. “Well, I guess I should let you get back to it then.”

He nodded and resumed preparing the feast.

You went back to Astarion, who was perusing the selection of wines at the other end of the table.

“Found something good?”

He shook his head. “You’d think he’d find a fresh bottle of blood somewhere,” he muttered. “Does he expect me to just drink this wine?”

“I’ll feed you when we go home,” you said, patting his arm.

He suddenly wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you against his body. “You could feed me now. Nobody else is here—”

Suddenly you felt a tingle in your spine, right before you heard your name being yelled with jubilant glee.

Turning towards the voices, you saw a portal from Avernus close, and two familiar figures staring at you in surprise.

Without any further words, Astarion let you go as you ran to them, hugging them tightly.

“Where have you been? When did you get back?” Karlach asked in a rush of words.

You started to tell your story, but Wyll held up a hand to stop you. “I get the feeling everyone will want to hear your tale,” he said. “Perhaps you should wait until everyone is here.”

“That sounds good, otherwise I’ll be repeating myself all night.” You turned back to Astarion, who saw someone behind you and quickly walked away, pointedly poking at the decorations around the site.

You heard her before you could turn to look. “Of course he would forget to tell us.”

Looking over to Shadowheart, you saw her sassy grin and smiled back. “Of course.”

She gave you a big hug, holding you tight before pulling back to look at your face. She shot a sour glare at Astarion before giving you a brilliant smile. “Or maybe he didn’t want to share you with anyone else for a while.”

You shrugged. “Him? Selfish? Whatever do you mean?” you joked. “You look great, by the way.” You looked around. “So…”

“Oh, he’ll be here shortly. He took far too long figuring out what to wear, so I left first.”

Oh Gale, you silly man. “I didn’t expect that from him.”

As the others slowly showed up, you got a chance to catch up with everyone. It was nice, seeing how everyone had carried on after enduring the adventure of a lifetime. Jaheira and Minsc were living in Baldur’s Gate doing their own things while Halsin had moved back to Thaniel’s lands to take care of the war orphans. Lae’zel, though she appeared spectrally at the party, told you that she had been fighting the good fight against Vlaakith.

Volo had somehow found his way to the party, but when you gave a subtle nod to Withers, he suddenly found that he had somewhere else to be.

Wyll and Karlach had gone to Avernus a couple weeks after you had cast your spell on her heart engine. At least knowing that she had time to prepare, with Wyll by her side, Karlach had gone willingly, and with a goal in mind: to find a way to fix her engine. And it turned out that they had discovered some blueprints and a map to a blacksmith, nabbed from the corpse of a cambion. They had hope that they’d be able to return to Baldur’s Gate soon.

Gale finally arrived, dressed rather sharply, and you caught he and Shadowheart sharing a loving gaze before he came to greet you. You found out that he had become a professor at the wizard academy in Waterdeep. While he had mostly moved back to his tower, he had also purchased some land outside of the city for Shadowheart and her parents to start a farm and take care of orphaned animals. Of course, they had a direct portal between the tower and the farmhouse so they could visit each other whenever they wanted.

You finally told Gale why you had always dodged his questions about Waterdeep. About who your old master was, and why you had fled town. Turns out that Gale had known of the man, since he was from a well known noble family.

“So that man was actually a masked lord, huh?” Gale had shrugged. “Well, no matter. Apparently the Zhentarim have, shall we say, disposed of him, so unless you have any other dark secrets, you’re free to come visit.”

You breathed a sigh of relief. The one major thing that had been haunting you from the past was now gone for good.

Scratch had been living in Baldur’s Gate with a very nice family, but from time to time he would wander off to visit with Owly, who had been living near the outskirts of the city. You asked if perhaps the owlbear might be better off staying with Shadowheart at her farm, and realizing you had accidentally offered someone else’s home without her permission, you quickly told Shadowheart about it. Fortunately, she was delighted to take him in.

And during your conversations with each person, you confessed to them your ability to feel emotions through touch. You let them know that you had never shared anything with anyone else, and now you knew how to shield properly, so their emotions would be private. You had expected some backlash, but they all just shrugged it off as a thing in the past. It was comforting to know that all the dread you had felt about telling them was all in your head, and you need not have worried. They were your friends, after all.

“So that’s why you always wore gloves,” Karlach had said, as if she had been holding onto that mystery all this time.

Well, that wasn’t so hard to confess… Guess I didn’t need to be so anxious about it.

With everyone here, sat around the table, sharing food and drink like old times, you felt that warm, cozy feeling surround you.

I think now is the time to tell everyone what happened to me after I fell into the portal.

You cleared your throat, and immediately everyone turned to you.

“Are you going to tell us a story now?” Karlach asked excitedly.

“Have you been waiting all night?” you asked with a grin.

She nodded enthusiastically.

You looked at everyone, and their eyes were all on you.

“Alright, well, after I got thrown into the portal…”

You told your story, summarizing your year in the Feywild. High on the attention, you took a chance.

“Could I… share one of my songs with you all?”

Their enthusiasm was so overwhelming that you immediately got up and went to Milil.

He had looked at you at first with disdain, but when you had identified him as the God of song, poetry, and inspiration, he was a great deal happier. So much so, that when you asked him to play your song, he readily agreed.

“No need,” he said as you offered to scribble the notes. “Just hum a few bars and I’ll adapt to you.”

You did so, and was pleasantly surprised when he played along beautifully. Satisfied, you climbed back down from his platform, only to find that everyone had gathered around. So you stood right where you were and began to sing.

You weren’t sure how long you sang, and you also weren’t sure when you began to change. Your hair turned fiery red before it broke free from its bun and cascaded down your back, locks of it floating around you, swaying with your song. Your voice split into three harmonious layers, making you sound like a choir unto yourself. Buoyed by the magic you could feel flowing through your body, you began to dance, and the vegetation around the campsite began to glow and flutter softly, as if all of nature swayed to your melody.

By the time your song ended, your magic had formed sparkles of fae dust, scattering around as you twirled around one last time, the flecks of light dissipating into the cool night air.

You took a deep breath and bowed.

Your friends erupted in cheers.

“Amazing!”

“Brilliant!”

“Gorgeous, absolutely stunning!”

You looked at Astarion, who was standing in the back, so no one could see the soft look of love on his face.

Smiling back, you let everyone pull you back to the table for more drinks.

The night carried on, and as everyone was getting a bit more drunk, you slipped away to take a breather. Wandering into the abandoned building on the other side of the small bridge, you found Withers, who was quietly looking through a book. You didn’t recall all the bookcases here before, but perhaps he had brought them here to entertain himself while the others were partying.

Just as you were about to sneak back out, not wanting to bother him, he turned to you.

“Was it worth staying?” he asked quietly.

You blinked. “What do you mean?”

“With thy companions on their journey.”

Oh. I see. You smiled. “Yes. If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have met Astarion and the others. I wouldn’t have found my mother. I would have stayed in the dark about a lot of things, and continued to look over my shoulder for the rest of my life.”

Withers nodded. “Good.”

As per usual, he silently watched you as you tried to look for the right words to express yourself, but you realized perhaps that simple was best.

“Thank you, Withers.”

He stared at you for a moment. “I did nothing to warrant gratitude.”

You shrugged. “You said something just cryptic enough that made me stay. So whether it was on purpose or not, you still have my thanks.”

The skeleton’s expression changed for a mere moment, but you caught the smile before it disappeared again.

With nothing more to say, you bowed politely and began to walk away, but then he spoke once more. “Tell Lady Orla she owes me a cup of tea.”

You twirled around to stare at him in utter surprise.

Does my mother know everyone in the realms?! And what the fuck did they bet on?

Knowing that neither of them would ever tell you, you took a deep breath and let it go. “Will do,” you replied. You opened your mouth to say goodbye, but decided to change your wording. “See you later, Withers.”

Returning to the party, you found Astarion, who was being grilled by the others.

“Why didn’t you write to us that she had returned?”

He shrugged. “I may have forgotten…”

“You wanted to keep her to yourself, didn’t you?”

“Well, wouldn’t you?” he replied matter-of-factly. He turned towards you. “Look at her. She’s incredible.”

You grinned from ear to ear. “Not half as incredible as you,” you replied. “And I mean that for all of you. You’re all wonderful. I hope we meet up many more times in the future!”

Amongst the sounds of cheering and revelry, you saw Astarion holding his hand out to you, just as he always did. You took his hand and let your shield down, taking in the warmth of his emotions as he pulled you aside.

With his eyes gazing lovingly at yours, he brought your hand to his lips. “Are you happy, darling?”

You smiled warmly at him. “Yes, very much so. Are you?”

“Of course I am.” He stepped closer and pressed his forehead to yours. “You always bring my happiness with you, my love.”

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Act III, Chapter 7 End notes: Wow, what a journey! I’m so happy to finally complete this story, and so glad that all of you have joined me on this ride. Thank you so much for reading and commenting, it really means a lot to me to hear your feedback. For now this is the end of the main story, but I’m thinking about posting a few side drabbles from Astarion’s POV, if anyone has any interest. And if I have any side ideas about our hearth witch, I’ll post them here!

Also my author’s notes and HW’s character summary are here if anyone has any interest in a peek behind the scenes.

Also full disclosure - I stole a part of that last line from a manga; I wish I had come up with that on my own. I’ve used it in other fics too, haha. I just love that line. Let me know if you can guess which manga and which character said it!

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hopelessdelusional · 11 months

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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You slam your phone down, annoyed at your friends persistence. Normally you’d be enjoying Shoto and Hitoshi’s bickering, it would even take your mind off your problems, but instead you’re being expected to act like an adult. How unfair was that?

“Are you okay y/n?”

The voice of Bakugou’s Agent quickly brought you back to reality. You had decided to have your break in the studio, wanting to have some peace and quiet before having to deal with Bakugou’s weird passive aggression.

You ran a hand down your face, rubbing your tired eyes gently. You didn’t want to make a scene, nor want to worry anyone. Today was the last day of the shoot, it was already a huge success. Multiple magazines and companies lined up waiting to buy and order these prints, and your résumé was forwarded to a lot of companies. This was a dream come true for you, you’ve worked your ass off for opportunities like this. If this was such a big success, why did you feel like shit? Why was your accomplishment being overshadowed by a…guy?

“Yeah, just a little tired.”

You let out a sigh, feeling your chest get tight.

Allison had slowly become a friend of yours. You had found yourself texting her causally and even made plans to go to lunch this weekend in order to celebrate the success of this shoot.

She sat down in the chair next to you, staring at the empty set in front of you.

Being able to direct and shoot was exhilarating. People turned to you for help, for guidance. It made you feel like all those shit jobs being disrespected and abused were all worth it. You were finally able to realize that you had made it, and things were going to finally start changing. For the better.

“I just have to say, it’s been an absolute pleasure to work with you.”

She wasn’t looking your way when you turned to face her, taking a moment to examine her face. She looked calm, and content. Allison finally faced you, now making eye contact.

“Yeah, it’s been great. I’m lucky to have had such an amazing experience after my break.”

She smiled at you, and you broke eye contact in order to take in the studio one last time. It was almost three, which meant you only had three more hours until this project was over. You could retire the binder you made, and the many slideshows and docs were going to be soon long forgotten in your computer.

“So why do you look so depressed?”

Her words were serious, but a part of you felt as if she knew the answer to that. Anyone who knew both you and Bakugou had to see that there was tension between the two of you, the chemistry that was once there now long gone.

You sighed, finding yourself in a mix of emotions. You were annoyed, but not at your friends, but at yourself. Maybe they were right? Maybe the brash and confident blond was falling for you.

“I think-no. No, I know Bakugou is upset with me right now. I said something that I didn’t think would affect him, but I was mistaken.”

It felt good to get that off your chest, finally being self aware and conscious of the problem in front of you, so you continued.

“I know if I leave the job without trying to talk it out with him I’ll regret it and hate myself for it. I just-God! Why is it so hard to be an adult?”

You were now face first into your hands, Allison’s hand quickly making its way to rub gentle circles on your back. You knew you sounded childish and immature, but it was truly what you felt like.

“Katsuki has always been a bit of a hassle to communicate too, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t kind hearted. He can be petty and a little immature, but when he cares about something and wants that something, he does everything he can in order to get it. He will listen to you, and he will talk it out with you. Bakugou Katsuki is many things, but he’s not a quitter.”

The air felt still when Allison was done speaking. It seemed as if all the noises and hustling ceased to exist. Your mind was scattered with thoughts and ideas, and you finally sat up. You looked at Allison, hoping that the look you gave her was words enough, for you couldn’t find anything to say back.

However, you were surprised to see the staff come in earlier than when the break ended. Everyone settled in and you gave Allison one last smile. She smiled in return, and jumped to her feet. She held out her hand to you, and you took it. With your hand in hers, she took the opportunity to pull you into a bear hug, making you laugh in surprise. She gave you one last squeeze before letting you go. You watched Bakugou out of the corner of your eye, watching the makeup artist fix up his black eye makeup. Allison gave you a quick wink before running off to the blond, filling him in for the rest of the day.

Okay. You got this, it wasn’t going to be easy, but you got this.

The clean up for today went a lot smoother today.

You’ve been able to pick up a good rhythm with the people you’ve been working with for almost a month now. There was music playing, hugs and numbers being exchanged, and plenty of inside jokes being recited. You honestly don’t remember the last time you had this much fun in a work environment, it was magical.

You sat on the floor after everything was cleaned up. Next to you was your equipment, and you allowed yourself to really think of everything, especially Bakugou.

You scan the room to find him, pleasantly surprised to see him leaned against a wall staring at you. When the two of you made eye contact he was the first to break away. He was walking out of the studio in an instant, and without thinking, you jumped up grabbing your supplies and chased him.

You felt like a literal maniac chasing this man to the door. He had made it pretty far considering you had to gather your supplies and make quick goodbyes to your coworkers. Sure, it may have come off as rude, but with Allison there she was able to get you out of there in order to catch Bakugou before he left.

“Yo! Pretty boy!”

You started to pick up your pace after opening the door to leave the building. The model wasn’t very far, but you knew you needed to get his attention in order to stop him from getting farther.

Bakugou jolted, obviously hearing you but not very sure it was you he wanted.

You smiled, and continued.

“Yes you Bakugou,” you couldn’t help it as a laugh emitted from your lips. Bakugou turned around as soon as name was spoken, his face disturbingly neutral.

He stopped, which you were over the moon grateful for. You honestly didn’t know what you would have if he didn’t stop and allow you to talk to him.

Probably throw your shoe at him.

He stood patiently with his hands in his expensive pants as you jogged in his direction some more. God were you grateful Izuku got you going to the gym with him. It would have been painfully embarrassing for you to be panting like a dog by the time you caught up with the very obviously in-shape man.

“You didn’t even say goodbye.”

The two of you stood in front of the community garden. It was blooming with so many vibrant flowers, different blues, pinks, reds, and greens. The sky was still light, cloud littering your world. It felt all too much like a scene in movie, especially the way he was looking at you.

You could understand why everyone thought you liked you romantically. He looked at you with such passion in his eyes, like he put all of his thoughts aside in order to focus on you. The lowering sunlight hit his eyes just right, they lit up in such an unfamiliar way and you couldn’t help but wish you could look at him in this lighting more often. He had changed back into a hoodie and sweatpants, and yet he still looked like he deserved to be in an art museum, every piece of him was perfect. You honestly had to fight the urge to whip out your camera right then and there in order to capture this perfect moment.

“They all said goodbye to me when we were in the break room. You just weren’t there.”

You knew the words were supposed to be passive aggressive, but all you could think about was the fact that he noticed you weren’t there.

Suddenly you felt your heartbeat quicken, feeling like a child back in high school when talking to their crush.

Shit.

Bakugou observed you, shifting back and forth on his feet. You were annoyed at how good he was at hiding his emotions. Meanwhile you were certain he could read you like a damn book, being able to read your emotions just by looking at your posture.

You honestly didn’t know what to say to him, or how to start this conversation. He probably has places to be, maybe another job, or just wants to get home. You need to be clear and to the point, thoughtful and sound smart. Don’t just blurt something out because of the awkward tension-

“You’re avoiding me because of what I said.”

…Or you could just say that.

Immediately you flinched at the stupidity of your words as Bakugou also physically reacted. He too was definitely shocked at your boldness and you couldn’t say you blamed him. He quickly recovered though, but he broke eye contact giving you a breathtaking view of his jawline.

“I guess.”

Fuck. You didn’t know what else to say. He was now avoiding eye contact, which was something that he had never really done with you. You felt that anticipation rise up from your stomach and into your throat. You couldn’t keep standing here in silence, you needed to talk to him.

No. You needed to apologize to him.

“Look Bakugou I’m so sorry-“

“You have nothing to be sorry for y/n.”

Your mouth clamped shut in an instant. His red eyes were looking back into your eyes. You didn’t realize how much you missed the eye contact until it was back, and it almost knocked the breath out of you.

Bakugou must have noticed how abrupt his words were, so he closed his eyes momentarily then cleared his throat.

“I’ve never been in a…situation like this before.”

The wind started to pick up, adding to how beautiful he looked. There was an adorable blush that painted his cheeks, but he stood tall. Unfortunately you couldn’t really say the same for yourself. You were still hunched over squeezing your bag which contained the camera you had to fight every cell in your body in order not to pull out and snap a picture of the God of a man standing in front of you.

“I should have talked to you sooner, I know. I was acting like a dumbass and when I realized, I guess I felt like a text wasn’t enough. I tried to summon up the courage to talk to you but I think I was just…”

His head dropped, and that confidence you knew him so well of having had vanished.

Hesitantly, you took a step forward, being careful to place your bag down before doing so. With your left hand, you slowly and gently cupped his right hand. Bakugou’s head whipped up, eyes full of uncertainty and anxiety.

“This is quit an unique situation we got ourselves into, Bakugou. Words are hard, but, I really care about you and I want you in my life.”

Suddenly feeling confident, you took another step further. Bakugou didn’t move away, in fact you saw his shoulders relax and felt his hand get closer to yours.

“Katsuki is my name.”

His voice was soft, but stern. In fact, he said it so bluntly, it caught you completely off guard. That was truthfully the last thing you thought he would respond with. You slowly recovered, watching how Katsuki’s confidence returned to him. Despite that, his eyes were softer than before, more trusting, which made you understand his comment more.

“I forgive you, and I’m sorry Katsuki. I never meant to hurt you.”

That’s when it happened, Bakugou Katsuki pulled you into a hug.

He was warmer than you expected, and the hoodie he was wearing was much softer than it looked. His arms were now wrapped around your shoulders, but you were more hesitant to cuddle into him. He delicately set his head down on your shoulder, and that’s when you decided to sink into his touch, completely nuzzling your head into his neck.

This was crazy. This was crazy, wasn’t it? You were fully hugging Bakugou Katsuki. After the first day of shooting you took the liberty of looking him up and read up about him as well as stalking looking into his social media. The only words you could find to describe him was a cold hearted bitch. Now? You were cuddling with him. In public.

What the fuck was your life.

He was the one to pull away first. You were a little lost in your swarming thoughts so you really didn’t know how long you were standing there. That beautiful blush was still very apparent on his cheeks, and you couldn’t help but give him a teasing smile.

“You’ve been hanging around Allison too much.”

You bent over to get your bags, so you didn’t have the pleasure of watching his face morph at your comment.

“Tch, tell me about it.”

You laughed, butterflies dancing around in your stomach. You didn’t want to think about how much you enjoyed that, how much you wanted to stay in his arms forever. You didn’t want to dwell on the fact that the more you think about him, the more you start to remember how soft his lips were during that drunken kiss. But you certainly didn’t want to think about how mature he is. How kind, funny, and talented Katsuki is. He is a literal dream, and you didn’t want to think too hard about how damn happy he made you.

“Walk me to my car?”

Katsuki smiled at you, a beautiful, real, genuine smile.

“I guess.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

if this was a movie

(i’m gonna pretend like i didn’t post this literal SECONDS before the day is over)

this was so dramatic oh my LAWRD HAHAHA

i was living writing this (not rlly) and i bet y’all thought there would be a kiss HA (soon my loves, soon)

also i don’t wanna sound like a bitch but it’s pride month so i can say whatever i want-why the hell are my notes going down like with every post ESPECIALLY with my last post when tumblr marked it mature??? you best believe i sent a stingy ass note on they ass bc mama i am NOT gonna let that slide

anyways i love u guys thank u for all the love and support, i wanna post more stuff other than just bkg so PPPLLEEEAASREEE give me requests or even ask me questions!!! since i can’t reply to comments i wanna talk to u guys more so hit me up!! i promise i’m not an actual bitch (kinda)

fun facts! ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

- i miss doing fun facts :(

- Allison is a sweetie pie and i kinda wanna do like a little thingy of how i picture her so you guys can picture her as well

- zu was like seconds away from texting bkg being like “u whore i want u to listen to y/n and get ur shit together”

- speaking of: they still text a lot like keeping each other updated on their lives bc I SAID SO

- y/n and bkg sat in his car for like 20-30 minutes just talking and i’m sobbing now bc i’m SO FUCKING SINGLE HESUS

- literally felt sick to my stomach while writing the hug scene hello???

- bkg is so sassy i love him

- kaminari and hitoshi were talking abt someone from high school getting married and toshi got distracted and forgor to reply LMFAO (he’s just like me fr)

- zu ALWAYS texts y/n when they post smth sus on their priv twitter

- the original title for this episode was illicit affairs but then i wrote the line “it felt like a movie” or sum shit and a light bulb popped up

- also the way i’m ADDICTED to the little strikethru and that indented shit like UGH live, werk

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welkinsky · 1 year

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Thank you! Can I request for an Erwin x reader fic then? Erwin and reader are in a secret relationship and both are part of the Shiganshina mission. On the rooftop after Armin was given the serum, reader appears on the rooftop (everyone presumed her dead) and quickly starts to work on Erwin (reader is a dang good doctor) by giving him a blood transfusion using her own blood then repairing his organs. Erwin lives of course. Then decides to retire to spend the rest of his life more of an advisor to the scouts and with reader. Thank you x

Erwin X Reader | His Last Mission

Warning: Spoiler, some cuss words. Author's Note: I loved this idea! lemme know if you'd like to see some headcanons about how he was after retirement.

"Can I come in, Sir?" You said in your professional voice as you entered Erwin's office.

"There is no one here," he said with a soft voice as he slowly lifted his eyes from the paperwork he has been working on and gave you the smile that always calms you down.

You both were going out on the Shiganshina mission tomorrow and you both didn't have even a little bit of time left to spend with each other.

One thing that you realized after all these years of being on the survey team is that you never know which day is your last outside these walls so you always make it a priority to spend time with the ones that are close to you before you head out or before they head out. And this right here was you man so doing the paperwork was the last thing that either of you wanted to do.

Erwin and you have been going out for quite some time now and with the way he tasks risks, you're always worried if he'll come back or not. You were so happy when you found out that you were selected for this mission because you knew that this is a huge one and he'll be reckless for sure. At least you'll be there to help him out as much as you.

You locked the door behind you and walked over to him and kissed him softly as you sat on his lap. You both knew that this is the best you can do right now given the work that is still left to do. "You should get some rest." You said half whispering as you lay your head on his chest.

He sighed deeply and wrapped his arms around you in his warm embrace. You can tell he's been working for a long time now. "This is good enough for me for now," he said hugging your closer and leaning back in his chair. You both stayed for some time like that. For him just your presence can charge him up.

"Do you think it'll go as planned?" you asked playing with the button of his shirt. You knew what the answer was but still wanted to see what he'll say. "Does it ever?" he said with closed eyes. Having you close to him is good enough for him.

To his luck, you were his subordinate so you saw him around quite often. You both stayed like this and talked the entire night as he finished his work then head out to your rooms. It was important to take a rest as well. It was a big day tomorrow.

You could have never been more proud of him, but this speech that he gave to scouts before leaving brought chills to you and filled you with such motivation for the mission along with love and respect for him. At times you wish you can show him off to others as your man too but this would quite literally mean exile to the both of you.

This happy feeling turned to dread just as quickly when the thought of him out on the frontlines came to your mind. It must have really shown on your face because Levi came and said, "Oi, We all will come back." he looked over to Erwin and back at you, "All of us." This man has been so supportive of you since the day he accidentally walked in on the two of you hugging in Erwin's room.

The mission was going fine but then tragedy hit. So many of the scouts died. You were badly injured as well but you found shelter in one church. You planned to wrap up the wounds and go back to help others but because of the loss of blood, you fainted.

Meanwhile, everyone thought you to be dead. So did Erwin. He then declared to lead the suicide mission that will be the key to making this mission a success. He did that and it WAS a success.

As you woke up you could hear Levi and Mikasa. It was hard to recognize where it was coming from because of the weak consciousness. But you figured soon that they were on the top of the building. You got back your strength and went outside.

As you reached on top you could see Mikasa was on top of Levi about to slay her blade, and that is when you stopped her. You knew you were too weak to stop her in this condition.

You saw Erwin in a really bad state. Your whole body stopped then and there. You felt so weak but Levi's voice arguing with Mikasa brought you back.

On the other side, there was a completely burnt body. Soon you understood what was going on and who that body was.

Levi was looking over to you again and again so that you'll side with him on giving the syringe to Erwin.

"Give it to Armin," you said after being silent for what felt like an eternity. Even though this was not what even a cell in your body wanted to do but it was either your feelings or the future of humanity.

"Have you lost it? Get a grip on the fucking reality it is Erwin you're talking about." Levi shouted at you. You gave him the "trust me" look. He was not so convinced but he stood back.

You asked him to take care of Armin, give him the syringe, and get all the other things done and he hesitated but obliged with a "You better know what the fuck you're doing"

You went over to Erwin. The only and biggest problem was that he had lost a lot of blood. You shouted if anyone had the blood type that goes with his and apparently Hange did. You always carried your equipment with you in the missions. Sadly they always came in handy and this time to your biggest fear, you were using them on your love.

You did the transplant but were not sure how he is going to react to it. Or if he'll even make it. You were by his side the entire time making sure that whenever he woke up you tried to keep him that way but failed most of the time.

Nonetheless, he made it back and got healthy and left scouts for good. He has been planning to do it way earlier but wanted to make sure that he gives his best. You on the other hand stayed because you had excellent medical skills and you could help the scouts when they are out and about.

After a few months, you two made it official that you were dating but never told anyone that this has been going on for longer than this.

Post-retirement Erwin was a delight with all his attention on you and whenever you two went to bed he WAS THERE not buried in paperwork or doing something else. He was right there for YOU all the time.

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ironfey-42 · 23 days

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Midnight the Black Cat - AU and PHOTO EDIT

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IronStrange Bingo 2022: Midnight

IS Strangely Spooky Times Bingo: Black Cat

This is part of my Shifter AU, so everyone is alive, and they are the support now for everyone in phase 4.

Tony goes to local shelters during October and spends the days he’s there playing with the animals at the shelter. He just chills with animals, cats, and dogs, because playing with animals is a great stress reliever. Yes, sneezes trigger his shapeshifting, but sometimes experiencing high emotions, like stress, can trigger the shift. He knows that Stephen does his best to minimize the events that’ll cause him to experience high amounts of stress, but it’s unavoidable. Tony may have retired from being Iron Man, but his friends, pseudo-kids, and partner are risking their lives to keep everyone safe. He now gets why Pepper was so stressed out when they were dating.

Tony is in the cat area and notices a cat that people are avoiding. Tony realizes that the cat is black, and knowing people, they release the cat to the shelter because they fear black cats and what they mean. Tony hates that during October, as Halloween nears, people again start believing that black cats are evil. So what if black cats were “evil”? They were still animals that deserved love and care.

For the next few weeks, as Tony returns to the shelter, he spends most of his time with the black cat at the shelter. Tony couldn’t help but feel for the cat. He knew how the cat felt. Being shown love and care, but once their usefulness was over, fear or money, they were quickly abandoned.

On a whim one Saturday morning, Tony decided to adopt the black cat, and once home, Tony shifted into a cat. Tony, as a cat, took the form of a black. Peter and America were in on this little crusade. The two teens had followed Tony to the animal shelter, and they had fallen in love with the black cat when they laid their eyes on the kitty in Tony’s arms.

Stephen was gone for the day as there was a magical mishap with which Wong and a few other masters needed help. So Peter and America spend the whole day playing with Cat!Tony and Midnight the cat (Peter just said the word ‘midnight’ in a stream of random words to see if the cat would respond to it, and that was the only name the cat would react to, earning a smack on the arm by America, “You can’t just say random words and now look what happened! ). Aunt May falls in love with the cat the moment she sees Cat!Tony playing with Midnight.

When Stephen gets home, he finds America and Peter curled around Cat!Tony and Midnight asleep, and when Midnight looks up from his cat pile with Cat!Tony, because did he accidentally cast a clone spell on Tony before he left to help Wong?

“Did I accidentally cast a replicating spell this morning?”

All four sleeping beings wake up in surprise, and in a sleepy voice, both Peter and America say, “Surprise?”

Peter and America’s puppy dog eyes and Tony’s soft cat eyes, he melts and accepts Midnight. Stephen catches May’s eyes and sees her shrug; she knows how intense the teens’ puppy dog eyes were, and with Cat!Tony’s eyes it was a triple attack of cuteness. Stephen finally understands all the questions the troublemakers ask him.

“Also, who decided on the name Midnight?”

“It’s Peter’s fault!!”

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akitsuneswife · 1 year

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meant to be | Hideyoshi Toyotomi (Ikesen)

Pairing: Hideyoshi x OC (Oichi Oda)

words: 600+

a/n: I was reading Oichi's wiki page when I discovered it's said she did not like Hideyoshi lol but I like the angst of his dumbass being in love and denying it. Anyways, enjoy!

Oichi stood up and bowed as carefully as she could as to not be any more dizzy than she felt already. "If you excuse me, I'll retire now. I feel a little tired."

Most of the presents bid her goodbye and quickly returned to their conversations but Hideyoshi stared at her back as she walked through the door and left the room.

Hideyoshi was itching for a moment alone with her, despite himself. Without thinking, he stood up abruptly, attracting everyone's eyes to him.

"I'll... I'll go take some air," he declared and left before anyone had the chance to say something, like teasing him for going after Oichi.

She was drunk, I'm sure. I'll just go and make sure she's fine.

Once outside, he walked quickly, finding himself before her bedchamber's door before he had even thought what he would do—or say, if he even dared to knock.

Just as he prepared to do it, the door slip open. "Oh," she breathed. "Did something happen?"

"No, no, I just... I wanted to know if you were okay? I noticed you drank a bit more than usual," he replied.

"I am fine," she replied with a soft smile. Looking both sides of the corridor, she whispered, "Do you want to come in?"

"I- y-yes."

She moved aside and let him inside before closing the door.

"Help me brush my hair?"

Oichi held out a brush, her eyes having a soft and doe-like appareance. He nodded, feeling like he was walking right into the wolf's den.

Despite how much he denied himself, there was a part of him that often thought that she had to know how he felt, with how much she seemed to enjoy teasing him.

She sat in the futon and he came up behind her, starting to take off all the accessories she was wearing and undoing her hairdo before starting to brush.

The room was silent but he relished the quiet, this little moment of peace they shared before going back to their duties, to their places.

He took his time, slowly brushing through her dark hair. "Want me to braid it for you?" Hideyoshi asked softly.

"Yes."

Once he was finished, she stood up and faced him. Her cheeks were a little red still but her eyes never shied away from his face.

"Thank you."

"Of course, anyt-"

The words died on his throat as her lips connected with his in a chaste kiss, before she pulled away and giggled.

"What... wha-what did...?"

She chuckled with amusement at his agape expression. He tried to recompose himself but it was fruitless; his mind could not comprehend the fact she kissed him. A quick, mere peck of the lips, enough to make him want more. Enough to light up the pent up desire he tried his hardest to hide.

Of course, it wasn't just desire. There was something stronger there but he refused to name it. It was shameful, really, but he knew better than to dream of having her.

"A reward for your help," she said nonchalantly, a small smile accompanying the words.

"Of course," he muttered. Realizing truly how little distance there was between them, he backed away and bowed.

"I should go. Good night, lady Oichi."

It wasn't easy to slip into his role again but it was natural. It was the way it was meant to be.

The kiss meant nothing. It couldn't possibly mean anything. Because then... well, he wasn't sure he would be able to hold back.

"Good night, Hideyoshi."

Her soft voice followed him, sweet like a melody to his ears, even later still when he was laying in bed, trying to fall asleep without dreaming of her.

Needlessly to say, he failed.

#luna's writing #hideyoshi x oc #ikesen hideyoshi #hideyoshi x reader #ikemen oc

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music-is-the-voice-of-the-soul · 2 years

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Midnight the Black Cat

IronStrange Bingo 2022: Midnight

IS Strangely Spooky Times Bingo: Black Cat

This is part of my Shifter AU, so everyone is alive, and they are the support now for everyone in phase 4.

“Did I accidentally cast a replicating spell this morning?”

All four sleeping beings wake up in surprise, and in a sleepy voice, both Peter and America say, “Surprise?”

“Also, who decided on the name Midnight?”

“It’s Peter’s fault!!”

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@ironstrangebingo @ironstrangehaven

#ironstrange #ironstrangehalloweenbingo #strangefamily

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druidgroves · 7 months

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friendship + loss for feron!

oc asks: relationships edition thank u sm !!! got a lil angsty in here >:3

Friendship: What's your OC like as a friend? How are they at making new friends? What are the most important friendships in your OC's life?

Up until meeting the rest of the tadfools, Feron had.......no friends. Or she thought she did. Sal's hometown was the village of Hill's Edge, once a thriving city near the Reaching Woods where she was held captive by Margaery. It used to boast at least 10,000 people during its busiest times, but with the goblins and gnolls and the hag within the woods drove many away. By the time Feron moved in with Salus, there was less than a quarter population left and most were kind of fond of Feron! A minor part of her backstory involved her running an apothecary, so my thoughts are that Sal opened the business in his retirement and his treks into the woods were to look for wild grown spell components and healing herbs. Feron helped him run it after a while and a lot of their regulars thought she was quiet but helpful and she was convinced they hated her (since for years she had been one of the causes behind the village's declining population; one of her duties was luring people into Margaery's territory after all).

It's very much a goob "they all hated me" while everyone is smiling & waving at him from Meet The Robinson's lmao. There's definitely someone in Hill's Edge who assumed they were friends and Feron had no idea, like Katniss with Madge in THG. She also managed to have a few short-lived flings somehow, but they always fizzled out quickly, either because Feron didn't live up to the mystique they had of her in their heads, or because Feron thought they were getting annoying.

Upon meeting the rest of the brain bug gang, Feron knew she had to either make it or break it since the survival of the entire group depended on them working together towards finding a cure for the worm. Meaning they were stuck together and she couldn't afford to spend however long painfully in awkward, silent agony with the others. So she does her best. Remembers the manners Salus taught her during her rehabilitation period and tries. In the end, she realizes she really had nothing to worry about: her friends were just as strange and fucked up as she was when they first met.

Loss: Is there anyone important to your OC who has passed away? How did they handle the loss?

Salus died of possibly the best thing anyone in a fantasy setting can die of: old age. Even being an adventurer in his youth couldn't take him down, so he lived his full half-elven life span (and nearly beat it by a year; Feron had hoped they could celebrate his 151st birthday before he passed but were shy about three months before he did). He was as spry as ever towards the end, always telling Feron he didn't need help getting around the house or lifting things but always ended up letting her help anyways. They still ran the apothecary together, though Sal would always leave after lunch to go take a nap lol. Then Feron would come home for dinner and they'd read together then go to bed. They had a routine together! So when Salus didn't wake her up one morning for another day at the apothecary, the whole thing really took a lot out of her.

Feron took a long time to grieve. The apothecary was closed for years. For a while she abandoned the house and went back to the woods, killing goblins and gnolls and anything that got in her way. She spent a lot of time in wild shape again, but this time by choice. It was her way of avoiding her emotions. After a particularly close call with a human hunter some decades later, she thought it time to be a person again, and went back to the house to try and get her life together.

She spent a while getting the house together again, then had another mini meltdown when she found out the apothecary had been foreclosed on. While cleaning up the house, she found the courage to go through Salus' old things and came across information on a relationship between him and one of his old adventuring companions. He'd once had a romantic entanglement with the party's gnomish cleric, Calyn Springweave, and it had ended poorly (but not so poorly that she didn't answer his letters when he summoned the party to take down Margaery). Feron thought she had the right to know of his passing and felt that Sal would've wanted her to know anyways. So she managed to track Calyn down to Baldur's Gate and was attempting to find her there when the nautiloid swooped in and got her.

#ch: feron reachwood #asks #feypacts #i'm tweaking the finer details of her backstory as i go so if things i've said before don't match up that's why lol #constantly evolving constantly changing #death tw #just in case !#q.

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Bts or thousand words The Words I’m Leaving Out

you KNOW I love this bitch, it's still the longest thing I've ever written and I worked so hard on it and I wrote SO MANY fucking dwarf OCs. And all I wanted to do was write some fuckin Varric/Hawke fake dating rip me

but my favorite part was the miscommunication and the pining and pitting their baggage against each other SO WE'RE DOING THE BIG FIGHT

“You asked me here as a friend,” she says, staring into his face and trying to sound reasonable and not pleading, “and I haven’t been acting like one.” Varric shifts from one foot to another, runs a hand back over his hair. “That’s not…” He takes in a breath. “That’s not exactly why I asked you here.”

somebody in a comment at some point was like WAS HE GONNA CONFESS and yeah he absolutely was, even Varric Tethras can't stew in pining forever without saying something at least after she's actually kissed him lmao

That brings Hawke up short. She takes a split second to think the worst, but he doesn’t look angry or anything. Right, of course she’s just made it about herself again. “I know,” she says quickly. “I know. I’m sorry, that’s not--” She shakes her head. “Before we got here, I didn’t realize how important this was.” “I don’t think you do know,” says Varric, then adds, bemused, “Wait. What do you mean how important this is?” He closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose with two fingers. “You’re not still on about Bianca, are you?” “Not just Bianca,” she says. Hawke needs him to understand. She needs him to know that she understands. “Everyone. All these people here, they’re the closest thing you’ve got to family anymore.”

I just love how the two of them have two very similar sets of family baggage that they process in two very different ways, Hawke constantly tries to live up to what her dwindling family needs and wants from her - and this being post Leandra's death, that means trying to live up to mostly a bunch of ghosts, which is even worse - whereas Varric has just buried all of it and firmly moved on, which is... not always entirely healthy either.

His eyes are open again to stare at her. “These people?” he repeats. “The ones you’ve met? The ones at dinner? Because most of them hate me, Hawke.” He huffs a breath. “Although put it that way, I guess I can see what you mean.” “They don’t hate you. Not most of them.” Varric throws up his hands. “Okay, they’re indifferent to me at best and are aware my death or retirement would improve their lives. Didn’t think it was an important distinction.” Hawke groans. Does he really not see? What he has here, in this house, that he doesn’t have in Kirkwall anymore?

I think a lot if it comes down to the roles they had in their families and also their different status as re: their homeland. Hawke left Ferelden under duress, and was cast in the role of protector over her family, while for Varric dwarf culture and Orzammar never felt relevant to him but was held over his head, and he was the baby, the "professional younger brother" that didn't have much expected out of him. It was a lot easier for him to kick "homeland" and family off like an unwanted burden without letting anyone down, while Hawke views her loss of the same things as a tragedy and a personal failing. She's been projecting that onto Varric the whole story, thinking she understands "why this is important" and maybe she's A LITTLE closer than he'll admit lmao but it's still a set of priorities he doesn't share.

“They’re not your enemies,” she argues. “They know you. I get how you might have a hard time telling the difference between those two concepts--”

Aaaand now we're breaking out Varric's normally-charming tendency toward lying and secrecy. Kind of a low blow but. definitely a sore spot that she's been pretending isn't a sore spot. Back in Kirkwall she prided herself on knowing him best of all, and being confronted with people who know parts of him she doesn't she's a LITTLE insecure.

“They don’t know me,” says Varric incredulously. “We’ve been lying to them all week, or did you miss that?” “You lie to everyone!” Hawke doesn’t know when she raised her voice. “So sue them for not trusting you. But they knew Bartrand, and your parents. They know all these stories about you. They’ve--” She balls her hands into fists at her sides. The shawl is never going to recover. “They’ve heard you sing!” “Fuck Bartrand,” Varric grits out. “And you don’t know shit about my parents.” Hawke makes a sound that’s almost like a laugh. “Because you’ve never told me!” she shouts.

maybe you should both process your grief instead of trying to outwork or outrun it?? maybe??? while we're feeling wild maybe you could communicate with words instead of flinging around feelings like rocks?? no sorry I know that's crazy carry on

Varric points a finger at her, and she’s only seen him angry like this as a stone door pulled shut in front of them miles beneath the ground. “Don’t put your family shit on me, Hawke,” he says. “Just because you’re still trying to make your mother proud of you doesn’t mean I am.” Hawke sucks in a breath. “Living in her house, wearing her clothes--” She balls up Leandra’s shawl and throws it at his face. He catches it in both hands, and his fingers clench in the fabric. “And you drag me here so you can sneak around Bianca’s house, the Bianca, lying about everything you really care about to keep the Tethras guild seat--” “That’s not the same thing,” he growls.

I mean it's kind of the same thing Varric. Kind of it is. You guys just go about shit in different ways but you're both really really bad at making peace with your past AND a little bit with trust, you can't just say that this relationship is functional without ever actually talking about anything. Or I mean you CAN but it's not going to be something you can lean on as much as you want to. Varric especially is real bad about not actually letting anyone see more than the minimum of himself and thinking that should suffice, but KIND OF this was his way of letting Hawke see the rest, which he would only ever do because he trusts her implicitly. So yeah he's upset that she saw all of it and misinterpreted it, but like you do have to talk about shit too.

“If you’re an outsider here, it’s only because you want to be,” Hawke says, and she refuses to cry. She doesn’t know how it turned into this. “And if I don’t understand that, it’s because you can’t tell me the truth either!” She stalks over to the bed and grabs the folded quilt at the end -- the one Varric tried to take their first night here -- and doesn’t look at him as she strides past him to one of the wingback chairs by the fire.

He's just real bad at telling the truth babe it's okay y'all will figure it out

#original posts #my fanfiction #twilo #varric/hawke #hawke/varric

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A future event that I won’t be able to get into “Back to the Present!”

Estella does, eventually, get to become Gizmoduck. It doesn’t happen until she’s 15, she starts off doing it behind her parents’ back, and she somehow thought she could get away with it. Like Fenton and Gandra weren’t going to find out... Like she hadn’t been talking about becoming Gizmoduck after Huey since Fenton put up the armor himself... Like they weren’t going to get suspicious at all when a Latina teenage girl in Gizmoduck armor shows up in Duckburg...

Anyways, Estella basically got tired of waiting for her parents to give her their blessing on the matter, Huey was doing a not-so-great job at deflecting whenever she asked him to take her on as an apprentice (Huey’s all for it, but not going to cross Fenton and Gandra), but what really set her off was winning a major science competition for teens and being upset that she was--not for the first time--being seen only as the girl in the wheelchair. In particular, she’s upset at seeing how everyone keeps referring to it as an “inspiring” story and focusing on that rather than her scientific achievement (and Estella only takes comfort in knowing that she won for her science because the judges were unaware that she uses a wheelchair until after they selected her submission as the winner).

This all prompts Estella to mod her chair into being able to transform into her very own, customized and personalized Gizmoduck armor without telling anyone, not even her sister and friends until it’s done.

Problem is... she did this mostly through disassembling Fenton’s armor and installing it into her chair. So this occurs.

Estella: All it needs now is a customized verbal passcode!

Walt: What are you going to pick?

Daphne: You could just use Blath--

Estella: No! Nope! No blathering, no blatherskite! This is mine! This is all mine, and just because I’m following in my father’s footsteps doesn’t mean I have to use the same passcode as him.

Denise: You want it special, unique. Like Huey’s “Jettisoning Jetliners”.

Estella: Precisely!

Sylvie: Uncle Huey based his passcode off of what Grandma originally wanted to name him. So why don’t you use the meaning of your name as part of your passcode?

Estella: That’s brilliant! Okay, Mi Armor, set the passcode phrase to... Shimmering Starlight!

*nothing happens*

Estella, growing more and more frustrated: Shimmering Starlight! Shimmering Starlight! Shimmering Starlight!

*nothing continues to happen*

Denny: Uh, maybe you should try turning it off and back on again?

Estella, turning on him and very clearly angry: Maybe you should keep your mouth shut and stop being a blathering blatherskite, Deneph--

*Binging noise comes from the chair*

Electronic Voice coming from Chair: Passcode accepted.

*Chair transforms into the Gizmoduck armor around Estella*

*There is a moment of silence in the lab*

Denise: Um... Estella...?

Walt: You, uh...

Sylvie: Are you...?

Estella: Not one word. Not one single word.

Luna: Looks like it works perfectly. *Estella glares at her* What? That was more than one word!

With help from her friends and Luna, Estella practices getting the hang of the armor in secret, promising them that she’ll wait a while before actually going into battle. That lasts all of a week... Estella finds herself in an opportunity where she knows a hero is needed and does a great job as Gizmopatita (which she calls herself, realizing quickly that since Huey is still officially Gizmoduck, she can’t use that name and she hadn’t given too much thought yet onto what she wanted to be called so she threw a name together in a quick moment of panic when she had a microphone thrust in her face and people demanding to know who she is).

And then she has to face the music of two furious parents, and three angry and confused superheroes who demand an explanation, and two retired superheroes who are there solely as curious and neutral parties.

There is--quite understandably--a bit of a blow-up, especially between Estella, Fenton and Gandra, and Estella says that she just wanted to be seen as someone else for a change and finally vents all of her frustrations about people focusing on what she isn’t able to do physically versus the things she can do, which prompts her present family to voice concern that they make her feel that way. She says no, but that there’s a difference in knowing that the people she loves know what she’s capable of, and knowing that strangers just see her as someone to pity, or take ‘inspiration’ from. Estella knows she strong, and smart, and capable, and wants to show that to the world. And she doesn’t care if she does that with her face hidden.

Estella: If strangers want to see me as ‘inspiring’, then I want to be in control of how and why I’m that way.

A truce is called. Estella is grounded, and all adults involved promise that they’ll think on it--and actually do so, not just say that they would like they’ve been telling her for a while. They tell her that, when her grounding is up, they’ll give her a decision.

So two weeks later, they all sit down again and Fenton and Gandra are clear and up front that they have concerns and worries about Estella being a superhero and her getting hurt--assuring her that it has nothing to do with her physical and mental abilities, but because Fenton used to be a hero himself. He and Gandra have both gone through things that left marks on their bodies, minds and souls, and it’s natural as parents to want to shield their child from those things. They both assure her that, even if she was as able-bodied as her friends, they’d still have felt this way, though admit that having been with Estella through a lot of pain and surgeries when she was a kid does intensify those protective instincts; you can’t see your baby in a hospital bed as many times as they have without wanting to wrap them in bubble wrap sometimes. Fenton is very upfront about some of the traumas that he went through as Gizmoduck--telling Estella that he’s not trying to scare her off, but just that he wants her to understand what he went through and why he reacts the way he does when Estella starts talking about following in his footsteps, and also that she understands that this is an incredibly serious decision. He wants to make sure she has all the facts in front of her before she makes that decision.

Estella: So... now I’m the one making the decision? About whether or not I become Gizmopatita?

Fenton: We realized that, ultimately, it has to be your choice. Becoming a superhero chooses you, not the other way around. But you have to make the choice to accept it. And we have to accept that it is your choice.

Gandra: We’re always going to love and support you, no matter what you do. And we’re going to worry about you, too. We’re your parents. That’s what we do. But we promise we’ll try to be as brave as you are if you really want to do this.

Estella really wants to do this. She makes her choice.

And after allowing her parents and Gyro, Loopy, Newton and Ada to run a gazillion tests on her armor to make sure it’s all stable, compatible, and functional, Estella officially starts her apprenticeship with Huey as Gizmopatita. And she rocks it. And, when Huey is ready to retire a couple of years later, he officially passes the name “Gizmoduck” onto her.

She’s still a little bitter over the armor setting the passcode as ‘Blathering Blatherskite’, but it’s starting to grow on her.

(Luna: Congrats, sis, on becoming the first Crackshell-Cabrera to be Gizmoduck.

Estella: Oh, come on!)

#Fendra #The Many Adventures of Duckburg's Heroes!#Estella Crackshell-Cabrera #Gandra Dee #Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera

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REGulate

Year: 20XX

Location: Seoul

Looking out at the pedestrians below, Sungho's gaze is fixed on them. "Ants, they all look like ants," he thinks as he steps away with an unamazed sigh. He's approaching 50 now but could pass for early 30s. An advantage, more so in today's world. Retirement was on the horizon, but he was still on the grind to stay busy. The idea of a family was long gone, he had made due with his steady partner.

Sunhgo put his career first, which, though some may not agree with it, was his choice. Being VP of compliance and regulations carried a lot of weight and power. Other businesses had to adhere or face fines and penalties. Sungho was cutthroat, drawing much ire but also upholding an industry standard. Now he had almost encyclopedic knowledge of law, business, and human resources; he was a living book able to consult on these matters. Though he preferred to audit since it dealt less with legal matters or being accused of having a conflict of interest.

"Sir, the meeting will start soon,"

"i hope they're prepared this time," he replied, checking over the folder. There was more he could say, but he didn't. More so now that he was doing away with that roundabout speech. Sungho was softer with his partner, they were part of his personal world, not the one of business. He clicked the pen in his hand, a habit he formed long ago. The rumor was that it was for show, being made of gold, and it really didn't work.

______________________

The meeting lasted for 4 hours, a chore to get through. The company representatives wanted to block a merger from going through, but through legal means, there was little chance of them stopping it. Sungho was annoyed at the previous meeting since they had no plan to consider the worst, business was about feelings. At the very least, the company could admit that it would gain leverage from the merger to increase its own intellectual property. He advised that they have some members on the board with equal power so that even with layoffs, they wouldn't be totally shut out. There was a follow up meeting later that week to finalize their proposal, which gave off time to comb through it for any loopholes.

The documents were in a closed folder on his desk. Sungho was burnt out already, having tried to work on it, passing the time playing with the gold pen. He toyed with the idea of retiring early, but then what he do? He could be a university lecturer with more than enough experience, but he's been down that road. Consulting? He was an introvert at heart. He looked at his schedule, seeing a round of less intense meetings. He honestly wanted to go home, but work must be done. The knock at the door made him prop up and appear like he was busy before his assistant appeared.

"Sir, you have a call on line 3," they informed him.

His eyes narrowed for a moment, seeing the subtle nervous energy of his assistant, "Thank you," he replied as he picked up the phone as they left. What was this about? He didn't speak first, putting the pressure on.

"H-hello? Is this Reed?" the voice spoke in a shaky tone. His eyes widen, knowing this wasn't a business call. "Reed, Dad needs your help." Sungho dropped the phone trying to process hearing his merfolk name. Dad!? Does that mean the person is a sibling of his? Their voice did sound young. Why trouble was going on? He quickly composed himself hearing the person panic on the other end. “There is no Reed here. Don’t call again.” he replied then hunug up the phone. A cop out, but he knew that wasn’t going to be end of this. Sungho’s went to back to othe window. When he left Hanjeong it was on rather messy terms but he had no concern as he promised himself he would never return. When the truth of his origin was revealed, Sungho was in denial for a long time thinking it was a sick joke but over time the proof came making him realize he was part of species he was wholly ignorant about. “No, I’m not going back there . . .no matter what.”

#han.flashforward #solo para #regulate para

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dogopower · 1 year

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While walking down the street in Chicago, Joseph Schwartz, a retired tailor, is the unwitting victim of a nearby nuclear laboratory accident, by means of which he is instantaneously transported tens of thousands of years into the future (50,000 years, by one character's estimate, a figure later retconned by future Asimov works as a "mistake"). He finds himself in a place he does not recognize, and due to apparent changes in the spoken language that far into the future, he is unable to communicate with anyone. He wanders into a farm, and is taken in by the couple that lives there. They mistake him for a mentally deficient person, and they secretly offer him as a subject for an experimental procedure to increase his mental abilities. The procedure, which has killed several subjects, works in his case, and he finds that he can quickly learn to speak the current lingua franca. He also slowly realizes that the procedure has given him strong telepathic abilities, including the ability to project his thoughts to the point of killing or injuring a person.The Earth, at this time, is seen by the rest of the Galactic Empire as a rebellious planet — it has rebelled three times in the past — and the inhabitants are widely frowned upon and discriminated against. Earth also has several large radioactive areas, although the cause is never really described. With large uninhabitable areas, it is a very poor planet, and anyone who is unable to work is legally required to be euthanized. The people of the Earth must also be executed when they reach the age of sixty, a procedure known as "The Sixty", with very few exceptions; mainly for people who have made significant contributions to society. That is a problem for Schwartz, who is now sixty-two years old.The Earth is part of the Trantorian Galactic Empire, with a resident Procurator, who lives in a domed town in the high Himalayas and a Galactic military garrison, but in practice it is ruled by a group of Earth-centered "religious fanatics" who believe in the ultimate superiority of Earthlings. They have created a new, deadly supervirus that they plan to use to kill or subjugate the rest of the Empire, and to avenge themselves for the way their planet has been treated by the galaxy at large. Citizens of the Empire are unaware of Earth's lethal viruses, and mistakenly believe it is Earth's environment that causes them "Radiation Fever," and that Earthlings pose the Empire no threat.Joseph Schwartz, along with Affret Shekt, the scientist who developed the new device that boosted Schwartz's mental powers, his daughter Pola Shekt, and a visiting archaeologist Bel Arvardan, are captured by the rebels, but they escape with the help of Schwartz's new mental abilities, and they are narrowly able to stop the plan to release the virus. Schwartz uses his mental abilities to provoke a pilot from the Imperial garrison into bombing the site where the arsenal of the super-virus exists.The book ends on a hopeful note — perhaps the Empire can be persuaded to restore the Earth and reintroduce uncontaminated soil.

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heartlikeawildflower · 1 year

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Be brave and your heart will fix itself.

Five personal accomplishments that made my heart sing, and 2022 isn't even over yet.

Where do I begin? The year twenty-twenty-two is breathtaking from my view. I have had so many life-changing experiences this past year, but none greater than the fact that I am finding out who I am, and I am finally getting around to doing the things I love. When I turned 60, I decided to quit a dead-end job, and trade it for a life that is all about pursuing dreams. My choice to move to a new city and start college when most people my age are retiring was probably a crazy idea. But I decided that I wanted the whole world or nothing.

This year feels like what I always dreamed my life should feel like. I came to realize that a small shift in priorities and a lot of bravery will go a long way. I chose small significant goals, one layered on top of another, flowing like a calm river just past a turbulent waterfall. I am on a path that moves to the rhythm of the earth, in perfect harmony with god and nature. I am responsible, my future is in my hands, and I have the power to change. I look forward to each day with a new perspective all because I made the decision to change my destiny.

1. I joined the student newspaper staff as a videographer. I wanted to join last year but I was so overwhelmed with everything around me in my new school environment, focusing on my studies, that it was way too much for me. Last year I didn’t know anything about how to make a video on my own, how to operate a camera, or anything about editing, but I was fairly confident that I could tell a story. I had to learn a lot in a short amount of time. In case you didn’t know, the videographer for a student-run newspaper does the following: find the story, write, produce, direct, shoot, edit, mix audio, and narrate. There is no team involved. This year I proudly managed to do it all.

2. I wrote and directed an award-winning music video. During the summer of 2021, I decided to do a self-driven music video project to develop my skills further. After finishing my second semester I was pretty beaten down, my confidence was at an all-time low. But I wasn’t going to give up just yet. From the ground up I fueled the entire project, developed my script, and hired a crew to help me execute my project plan. Honestly, I wasn’t sure that I could do it, I was still learning how it all works but I put my heart into it, and I went for it. I had no idea or even dreamed that it would win a national collegiate award. But it did!

3. I started to make fine art again after a 25-year break. I wanted this so bad. To make art again. So, I did. I made the decision. That’s what I mean about small actions leading to tangible results. The decision to make art led to the action of making art. Sure It had been a while, most of my success was in my past and at this point, I had doubts I was even an artist. I had been talking about it for years. So finally, I just did it and now I sell my art as quickly as I make it. It’s almost too easy how that worked.

4. I started my own vintage clothing business to support myself through school. On top of everything else going on in my life, I needed an income. But being in school full-time made it difficult to find a decent part-time job that fit into my schedule, so I started my own business selling vintage clothing online. I love shopping for treasures, and the thrifting in Amarillo is amazing, so one day it clicked that if I found the right platform I could sell my finds for profit. I see it as an extension of my creative side, to be able to cherry-pick the most beautiful dresses and coats and offer them to someone who can truly appreciate their value is a gift, and it keeps me afloat.

5. I adopted a kitten. Talk about my heart singing at the top of its lungs! This kitty is fire. He never stops entertaining and giving me love. He brings me so much joy and happiness. His name is Lou and he's a silly little man in a tuxedo. Heck, I may even love him more than my boyfriend.

Change isn’t good, it’s great. It’s okay to be afraid, but it's not okay to be boring.

We are all finding our way through this life. My experiences have been subtle and profound and no different than anyone else's, really, but for the fact that I have unfinished business to attend to. I had to learn how to laugh at my insecurities and not see them as weaknesses. My soul is free, my heart soars madly and I'm feeling good.

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Wedding Planning: Part 2

AN1: This is taking place after wedding planning part 1 near the end of season 6

AN2 : Huge SHOUT OUT to the following people who helped brainstorm and edit this chapter @hotforhotchner11 @originalsoulduck @hotchinkevlar

Warnings: None

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader

Master List

“Penny is going to kill us.”

“No she isn’t.”

“Yes she is.”

You look into the back seat to find Jack staring at his aunt. He has a skeptical look on his face that is one hundred percent Aaron.

Jess rolls her eyes, “Penny isn’t the bride, you are. Plus she has to work, and we’re only looking at invitations. She helped pick the venue and settle the guest list. Plus, the team has a case which means she’s up to her ears in psychopaths. Wedding planning doesn’t stop for psychopaths.”

You roll your eyes, and go with it. You had settled on the guest list, date, and venue nearly two months ago. You had found a beautiful little Inn outside of DC to hold the wedding at. It was a beautiful spot, not too far away, and it would be perfect for a late April almost May wedding; which was the perfect time of year because it wouldn’t be too hot or too cold. You’d been shocked when they’d said there was an opening due to a cancellation. It felt like everything was coming together perfectly.

A few minutes later Jess pulls into the parking garage. She’s nearly bouncing in her seat. Rather enthusiastically she says, “Let’s do this!” And then she’s out of the car. You glance back at Jack who’s smiling. You’d never met a little boy who was excited to help pick out wedding invitations, but he was all smiles.

The two of you join Jess, and you sandwich Jack in between the two of you, each taking one of his hands.

As always the streets of DC are packed, but Jess expertly leads the way to a small little print shop. You spend the next hour and a half picking out invitations. Jack is crushed when he realizes there aren’t any Star Wars invitations, and you promise he can have a Star Wars Birthday party next year. That cheers him up.

You’re half way through looking when Aaron calls to check in. He’s been gone three days and will probably be away for a few more. You put him on speaker, and Jack is quick to lean in and rather loudly say, “Hey dad!”

There’s cheerfulness in your fiancé’s voice but you can also hear the exhaustion, “Hey buddy.”

“We’re picking out invitations!”

“I know, mom told me. How’s it going?”

“There’s no Star Wars, but there are ones with pretty flowers! Mom likes the yellow ones. They’re called dafdolls, right?” he looks to you for correction.

You smile, “Daffodils.”

His face screws up and you quickly take him through the individual syllables of the word until he can pronounce it to his own satisfaction. Aaron waits patiently on the other end of the line.

When you’re done he says, “Daffodil’s?”

In the background you hear Spencer say, “They’re her favorite flower.”

There’s a commotion on the other end, and then Dave is on the phone, “You’re picking out flowers? I thought we were all going to do that together?”

You roll your eyes, “We’re picking out the invitations and there’s one with daffodils that I like. We’re not done looking though.”

There’s a muffled sound and then Morgan takes the phone, “Does Garcia know you’re looking at invitations without her?”

Jess takes your phone, “Wedding planning doesn’t stop for psychopaths.”

You hear Spencer in the background, “This one is actually more of a sociopath.”

You pluck your phone away from Jess and take it off speaker, “Put Aaron back on please.”

There’s a chuckle in Morgan’s voice, “Sure thing.”

Aaron is on a second later, “Sometimes I think the smart thing to do would be to retire, move to a small town and open a law practice far away from these crazy people.”

You snort, “Not your best idea hun. More often than not, your team ends up in those towns.”

“True. Pick out the invitations that you like best, I’m fine with anything.”

“You mean, you don’t have a want and desire for a certain and specific invitation?”

“Not particularly. Dave on the other hand . . .”

You laugh, “I love you. Talk to you later.”

“Love you too. Bye.”

Jack looks up at you, “Is daddy okay with the daffodils?”

You reach down and comb your fingers through his hair, “Yes. He is. Are those your favorite?”

He nods, “They’re pretty! But I think we should finish going through all of them just to be sure.”

You nod, “Of course.”

In the end you go with the daffodil print invitations, and Jack is thrilled. The three of you head to a local burger joint for lunch and it’s on the way back to the car that terror strikes you.

All you hear is Jess squealing and you look around and she’s gone. Jack’s hand is still gripped in yours, and you turn around to find her jumping in place and pointing at a display of a wedding dress. Your eyes go big. You are NOT mentally prepared to go wedding dress shopping.

You’ve spent the past month looking at ideas online trying to figure out what your perfect dress will be. You’ve had other teachers sending you dress ideas for weeks along with Penny, Jess, and JJ. Even the boys; Spencer, Dave, Will, and even Morgan have sent you ideas. You’ve gotten so many pretty dresses sent your way that you haven’t looked at a dress in over a week. It’s a fairly big decision.

You’re just about to say no, when Jack starts pulling you towards the window. He turns to look at you with big eyes, “You’d look like a princess in that dress momma! Can we go in?”

Jess and Jack hit you with their best puppy dog eyes and you pray that the sales people will simply say they don’t have an appointment. There’s no such luck. They’ve had a cancellation, and you’re taken in for a consult.

You’re paying for your dress. You have a reasonable but not too expensive budget and you’re sticking to it. That seems to be enough. You tell her what you like in a dress and things get started.

A Few Days Later

You’re in the middle of making dinner when you hear the front door click open. Jack’s head shoots up from where he’s doing his homework and then jumps out of his chair. You stay at the stove and smile as Jack calls out, “Daddy!” The moniker is followed by an oof from Aaron.

You listen as Aaron tells Jack how much he missed him, and then reassures him that they got the bad guy. Your heart does a little flip when he asks where you are.

“Mommy’s in the kitchen. She’s making dinner! And guess what?”

“What?”

“Momma bought a wedding dress!”

Your eyes go wide at that, and you sprint from the kitchen. You reach Jack, who is up on Aaron’s hip, before he can spill any details about your wedding day outfit, and gently clamp a hand over his mouth. His eyes are mischievous, and when his tongue darts out and licks your hand you give him satisfaction by declaring, “Yuck, Jack germs!” Before smothering his cheeks with kisses.

He wiggles to be let down, and Aaron sets him down gently. He declares he’s going to go finish his homework, and leaves you and Aaron alone. You refuse to look at your fiancé. You know the look Aaron’s going to have on his face. You feel a hand settle on your hip and you make a point of looking straight over his shoulder as his body crowds yours. His other hand settles on your other hip, and his thumbs slip just under your shirt to stroke the skin right above the waist band. “You bought a dress?” His voice is sultry, and you know he’s using every skill he has as an interrogator in this moment.

Aaron has been asking about the dress since day one. He’s thrown some ideas at you, and he had even mentioned going shopping with you once. Your man hated being out of the loop almost as much as he hated surprises. But you . . . well you had a very clear idea of what you wanted for your wedding day, and one of those things was to make Aaron’s jaw drop as you walked down the aisle. So the dress was an absolute secret.

“Maybe.”

You felt his head dip and his nose nuzzle against the crook of your neck, “Maybe? Do you have pictures of this maybe dress?”

“Ummmm.”

“Momma! The water is boiling in the pot.”

You say a silent prayer and wrench away from the love of your life, “Have to go save dinner Aaron. Why don’t you go shower and change and by the time you’re done dinner should be ready.”

You don’t have to look back to know he’s pouting. You lower the temperature on the pot and send a text off to Jess, “Aaron knows.”

She responds a hard second later, “You cracked and showed him pictures?”

“No. He just knows I bought a dress.”

“TALK TO JACK NOW!”

You slide your phone into your back pocket and head over to Jack. You slide into the seat next to him at the table and comb his fingers with your hair, “Baby.”

“Yes momma.”

“I need you to do me a big favor.”

He looks up at you with big eyes, “What is it?”

“You can’t tell daddy what my wedding outfit looks like, okay? It’s a surprise! I don’t want him to see it until the day of, okay?”

He nods, his little face very serious, “Okay momma.”

You smile, “Thank you sweet boy.” You kiss the top of his head and head back into the kitchen.

A little while later Jack runs into the kitchen, a freshly showered Aaron behind him. “Momma, daddy keeps trying to ask me about the dress!”

Your eyes narrow on Aaron, “You’re using our son for information?”

His eyes narrow, “You’re using our son to hide information.”

“About my wedding dress!”

“It’s a secret daddy!”

You look down at Jack who is looking up at Aaron very seriously, and your fiancé deflates. “Fine. I’ll wait.”

You smile and move to him, you kiss his cheek and he smiles as Jack comes in and makes it a family hug. Your silly boys.

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