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topguncortez · 2 years

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❛ nope, puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work this time! ❜ with Jake!! I can just hear the yeehaw in his voice with this 😅

pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Shy!Wifey and Ella genre: fluff:) Opposites Attract Masterlist | Main Masterlist 3 fucking K celebration:)

The Christmas season became very stressful over the years. It used to be an easy time in Jake and Y/N's lives. It was one of the few times of the year that Jake was home and could spend with his family. He loved putting up the tree and decorating the house. Y/N liked to bake cookies and build gingerbread houses. The stress came when it was time to get Christmas gifts for the kids. It was easy when they had one, now they had five kids to get gifts for.

When Ella had seen the add for the new Barbie dream house come across the TV she went running to Jake. He looked at her wide eyes as she talked a mile a minute about all the new features this doll house had. But all Jake was hearing is:

"I already have the old dream house, but I want this new one!"

"No," Jake said, and went back to hanging up the Christmas lights on the garage.

"B-but Dad! It comes with an attached garage!" Ella said.

"You have a Barbie garage. It's downstairs in the toy room," Jake said.

"Eli and Alex store their alien toys in it," Ella pouted.

"Okay, and move them out. The answer is no, Ella," Jake climbed down from the ladder and looked at his daughter, "You already have one."

Jake watched as Ella's face changed. She had big brown eyes, that became wet with tears and her bottom lip quivered as she pouted. Jake felt his heart break but clenched his jaw. He was not about to be brought down by his six year old daughter. But Ella was the princess of the family. His little girl.

"Nope, puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work this time!" Jake exclaimed and picked up the ladder to put it back in the garage, "Answer is no, Ella."

Ella grunted in response as Jake put the ladder away and walked back into the house. She tapped her chin, thinking for a moment before a lightbulb went off in her head. She skipped back into the house, making sure to skip past her parents in the kitchen. Jake and Y/N shared a look of concern, but was broken up by Maxwell throwing eggs across the room.

Pushing open Jake's office door, Ella made her way to his desk, and grabbed the phone that sat on top. Jake made sure to have at least one landline in the house in case of emergency. Ella grabbed the phone and immediately dialed one of the numbers saved in her mind.

"Hello?" His voice croaked out, signaling he just woke up on this Saturday morning.

"Uncle Birdie!" Ella sounded out.

Rooster sat up in his bed at the sound of her little voice, "Ella? What's wrong?" He knew that the landline was only for emergencies as well and his blood ran cold.

"You have to come quick!"

"Why? What's going on?" Rooster pushed himself out of bed quickly, searching for a pair of pants and a shirt to put on.

"My daddy says I can't have the new Barbie dream house. I need you to come rescue me."

Rooster paused, pulling his phone away from his ear for a moment, "Ella. . . You are only supposed to use this line if it's an emergency-"

"It is!"

"Real emergencies, kiddo, not Barbie ones," Rooster could hear the sniffle over the line and his heart broke, "Oh, don't cry. Tell ya what, maybe I can put in a good word for Ol' Saint Nick and get you one for Christmas?"

"Really!?" Ella asked.

"Yes, but you have to be good until Christmas. No popping the head off of Alex's action figures."

"Deal, Uncle Birdie. You can go back to sleep now," Before Rooster could respond, the little girl hung up the phone. She walked back into the kitchen with a smirk on her face, and sat down at the table next to Alex.

And on Christmas morning, Ella Seresin opened up not one, but two brand new Barbie Dream houses.

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astraykiel · 7 months

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‘At night, I dreamt of you.’

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dearstvckyx · 1 month

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My Little Love

OC!Mom Luna Hischier ( née Hughes) x OC! Daughter Ella Hischier

Mmh, mmh - My little love - I see your eyes widen like an ocean - When you look at me so full of my emotions - I'm finding it hard to be here, sincerely - I know you feel lost, it's my fault completely

Luna sat beside her daughter on the bed, watching as Ella's eyes widened with emotion. She could see the pain and confusion in her daughter's eyes, feeling as if was Luna’s own fault that Ella was feeling lost, confused and scared.

"Mmh, mmh," Luna whispered softly, trying to find the right words to comfort her daughter. "My little love Ella, I see your eyes widen like an ocean when you look at me so full of emotions. I know you feel lost, and it's my fault completely. But I promise I'll do everything in my power to make things right again, my little love."

Ella glanced up at her mother, tears brimming in her eyes as she listened to her mothers words. She knew that her mother loved her deeply, and that together, they would find a way to overcome any obstacles that stood in their way. With a small nod, Ella leaned into Luna's embrace, feeling reassured by the unspoken promise of love and support that her mother offered.

Tell me you love me - I love you a million percent

Flashback: Luna smiled as she watched her 3-year-old daughter, Ella, playing with her toys on the living room floor. Luna couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the love she felt for her little girl. Luna looked at Ella who was staring back at her mother, "Tell me you love me, Ella."

Ella giggled, getting up and walking up to her mother. Ella’s eyes shining with innocence and joy as she replied, "I love you, Mama. I love you a million percent!"

Tears gathered up in Luna's eyes as she pulled Ella into a tight embrace, feeling a rush of warmth and happiness in her heart. Luna knew that she would do whatever it takes to protect her little girl, and since the day Ella was born Luna gave Ella all the love she has to offer.

I don't recognise myself in the coldness of the daylight - So I ain't surprised you can read through all of my lies - I feel so bad to be here when I'm so guilty - I'm so far gone, and you're the only one who can save me

Luna sat at the kitchen table, her hands trembling with Nico beside her, the stars and mood streaming through the curtains. Luna feels a deep sense of emptiness and despair, unable to recognize the person she had become in the cold light of day. As tears welled up in her eyes, Luna knew that she couldn't hide from the truth anymore.

"I don't recognize myself in the coldness of the daylight," Luna whispered softly, towards Nico, not really caring if he was listening or not, but its Nico, of course he listens to his wife vent, also noticing Luna’s usually soft voice filled with shame and regret. "So I ain't surprised you can read through all of my lies”

Oi, I feel like you don't love me - Why do you feel like that? - Do you like-like me? - You know, mommy doesn't like anyone else like I like you, right?

Luna and her now 8 year old baby girl are sitting in the car enjoying some ice cream when Ella, out of the blue, says, “Mama, I feel like you don’t love me.” Luna’s eyes immediately snap to look at her daughter, Luna knows that her and Nico taught their daughter to always talk about her feelings, but she never thought that would ever come from her daughter’s mouth. “Why do you feel like, meine Welt?” Luna asked her baby girl, wanting to know what she did to make her daughter say this. Before Ella could respond, Luna added, “You know, mommy doesn't like anyone else like I like you, right?” Ella nodded and climbed over the center console to hug her mother.

I'm holding on (barely) - Mama's got a lot to learn (it's heavy) - I'm holding on (catch me) -Mama's got a lot to learn (teach me)

Flashback 2: Luna sat in the rocking chair in the pink and yellow room, her baby nestled in her arms, softly cooing as she tried to soothe her to sleep. Luna has been feeling the weight of motherhood bearing down on her, the responsibility and endless list of unknowns threatening to overwhelm her at every turn. Despite her best efforts, and her husband, family and friends, she still felt like she was barely holding on.

"Mama's got a lot to learn," Luna whispered to her sleeping daughter, her voice heavy with uncertainty and doubt. She knew that she had to be strong for Ella, but she also knew that she had so much to figure out along the way as younger and new mother. As she gently rocked her back and forth, Luna found solace in the simple act of being there for Ella, even though she felt like she was fumbling in the dark.

Mummy's been having a lot of big feelings recently - (Like how?) - Just, like, hang on lemme-, my fingers are trapped - Like, um, I feel a bit confused- (Why?) - I don't know - And I feel like I don't really know what I'm doing - (Oh, at all?) - At all - (And that would make me go)

Luna sat down next to Ella on the backyard grass, a troubled expression on her face. She took a deep breath and tried to find the words to explain her feelings to her 9-year-old daughter.

"Mama’s been having a lot of big feelings recently," Luna began, her voice wavering with uncertainty.

"Like how?” Ella asked, looking up at her mother with confusion in her eyes.

"Just, like, hang on lemme-, " Luna struggled to breathe and articulate her emotions, feeling like she was trapped in her own thoughts.

"Like, um, I feel a bit confused," Luna continued, trying to put her feelings into words.

"Why?" Little Ella, still confused, questioned, tilting her head in towards her mother.

"I don't know," Luna admitted, feeling a sense of relief in sharing her vulnerability with her daughter.

"And I feel like I don't really know what I'm doing," Luna confessed, feeling the weight of her uncertainty pressing down on her.

"Oh, at all?" Ella responded, her young voice filled with innocence and seemingly trying to understand her mothers emotions.

"At all," Luna confirmed, a hint of sadness lacing her words.

"And that would make me go," Ella said, jumping up and into her mother’s arms, hugging her tightly as possible, feeling as if thats what her mother needed, which Luna did.

My little love - Tell me, do you feel the way my past aches? - When you lay on me, can you hear the way my heart breaks? - I wanted you to have everything I never had -I'm so sorry if what I've done makes you feel sad

With Nico gone to get both his and Luna’s family, Luna sat still on the hospital bed, cradling her newborn daughter, Ella, in her arms. The room was filled with the soft sound of Ella's gentle breathing, a peaceful melody that contrasted with Luna's tumultuous emotions.

"My little love," Luna whispered, calling her the little nickname she had given Ella when she was in the womb.

Ella stirred in Luna's arms, and Luna took a deep breath before continuing, "Tell me, do you feel the way my past aches?" Luna's heart ached as she thought about the struggles and hardships she had faced in her own life, from retiring young from soccer because of an injury to her first boyfriend, who sucked, Luna couldn't help but wonder if those burdens would somehow be passed down to her daughter.

"When you lay on me, can you hear the way my heart breaks?" Luna whispered, feeling the weight of her worries pressing down on her.

"I wanted you to have everything I never had," Luna said, her voice tinged with sorrow. She wanted nothing more than for Ella to have a better life, to be free from the pain and hardships that Luna had experienced herself growing up.

"I'm so sorry if what I've done makes you feel sad," Luna apologized, tears welling up in her eyes. Luna knew that she wasn't perfect, no one is in fact, she had made mistakes in the past, and she feared that those mistakes would impact her daughter in ways she couldn't control.

I love your dad 'cause he gave you to me - You're half me and you're half daddy - Oh

Luna sat down with her daughter Ella, up in the box, as both of them watch Ella’s Daddy and Uncles practice, a gentle smile on Lunas face as she look at the love in her daughters eyes. Luna looked toward the rink catching her older brother Jack talking and pointing towards them with Luke. “Mama, do you love Papa?” upon hearing this Luna’s widened and shocked eyes looked down at her daughter, who wasn’t even looking at her mother but her uncles.

“My little love…” Luna gently grabbed her daughters chin to make her look up at her, “I love your dad 'cause he gave you to me," Luna said softly, her voice filled with gratitude and love as she brushed a piece of her daughters hair behind her ear. "You're half me and you're half daddy," she continued, looking into Ella's eyes with a mix of joy and tenderness. "Oh," Ella whispered, Luna feels a deep sense of appreciation for the man who had helped create their precious daughter. She knew that together, they had given Ella the gift of love and life, and Luna vowed to always cherish and honor the bond they shared as a family.

I'm having a bad day, I'm having a very anxious day - I feel very paranoid, I feel very stressed - um,I have a hangover, which never helps, but I feel like today is the first day since I left her that I feel lonely - And I never feel lonely, I love being on my own - I always preferred being on my own than being with people - And I feel like maybe I've been, like, overcompensating - Being out and stuff like that to keep my mind off of her - And I feel like today I'm home, and I wanna be at home - I just wanna watch TV and curl up in a ball and - Be in my sweats and stuff like that, I just feel really lonely - I feel a bit frightened that I might feel like this a lot

After their game, with everyone gone, Quinn sits in the Canucks locker room. After changing, he grabs his phone and notices a few miss calls from his only and baby sister and one voicemail. Knowing his sister had recently went on her first tour since having his nieceQuinn instantly plays the voicemail, upon hearing his sister shaking voice, he worries.

"Hey Quinny, it's Luna. I...I'm having a bad day, a very anxious day. I feel very paranoid, very stressed. I have a hangover, which never helps, but...today is the first day since I left her that I feel lonely. I never feel lonely - I love being on my own, always preferred it to being with people. I feel like maybe I've been overcompensating, being out and keeping busy to avoid thinking about them. And Today, I just want to be at home, watch TV, curl up in a ball in my sweats. I feel really lonely...and a bit frightened that I might feel like this a lot. Just needed to talk to you. I miss you, Quinny. Take care." Luna's voice trembled as she left the heartfelt voicemail for her older brother, seeking comfort and understanding in her time of need.

AN: this is kinda all over the place im sorry 😭, ignore any spellings mistakes m!

#fanfic #nhl #nhl fanfiction #jack hughes #luke hughes #quinn hughes #nico hischier #nico hischier x oc #singer!hughes #singer!hughes!sister #adele #my little love #luna hischier #ella hischier #Spotify

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fineartsy · 2 years

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@cursedartistnelari had made this for me a while back but I never got the chance to post it😭😭 She did such a wonderful job on it and I love them so much!!! Please go and check her out she’s so talented and sweet!!!😭❤️

#art #rottmnt #rottmnt leo #Ella Scott #Leo x Ella #femaleoc #rise of the turtles #oc x canon #request

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circusgoth-dotcom · 4 months

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Artists In The Sun

Ship: Hannibal Lecter x John Citta

Word Count: 874

Summary: Hannibal discovers that John also enjoys drawing and employs a cheeky tactic to improve his skills. CWs for romantic patient/doctor relationship, non-sexual nudity, brief food mentions, suggestive ending if you squint.

Tag List: @canongf @futurewife

John and Hannibal had been living together for a few months, though they had been seeing each other for longer than that- two years at John’s last count. They had met when Hannibal had been recommended as a psychiatrist for John, despite Dr. Lecter being a forensics psychiatrist and not your day-to-day therapist or psychologist, which is likely what John truly needed… still, Hannibal agreed to see him. Agreed to listen to him. And despite both knowing better, they fell in love. Luckily for John, Hannibal was very good at keeping secrets. Hannibal kept his job, relationship, and patient, all in one carefully planned swoop, while John worked at a record shop, content to turn a blind eye.

John was setting the dining table when Hannibal returned home from work, wasting no time in coming to his side and taking him in his arms, a soft and warm kiss passed between the two men.

“How was work?” John asked as Hannibal stroked the back of his hair, his maroon eyes full of adoration. He clucked his tongue.

“You know that’s nothing to discuss before dinner. But if you must know, no mishaps.”

John smiled. “That’s good.”

“How was your day?” Hannibal turned slightly and found his gaze captured by a set of papers on the tablecloth.

“I’d say the same as you. The usual.”

Hannibal picked up the papers, observing the graphite sketches tentatively. “Did you draw these, paukščiukas?”

“Hm? Oh, yeah,” John nodded, “when I had some downtime at work.”

A smile teased Hannibal’s features. “They’re me, I presume.”

John blushed and nodded again. Hannibal squeezed him and kissed his temple. “I’ve never seen any of your drawings. You’re very good.”

John waved his hand dismissively. “They’re just sketches… I’m more comfortable with digital art.” He wrinkled his nose as he looked at the drawings once more. “I hardly did you justice.”

“You’re too hard on yourself,” Hannibal touched his chin gently. “But if you insist on being humble, perhaps you would appreciate some pointers?”

John’s blush deepened. “Oh, Hanni, you already do so much for me. Don’t add arts tutoring to the list!”

Hannibal bent and kissed his hand gracefully. “It would be my highest pleasure, my darling. We’ll do a still life in the sunroom this weekend, if you would attend.”

“How could I refuse?” His stomach then growled and he covered his mouth behind his fingers, giggling in slight embarrassment.

“Ah, but first we must attend to our empty tenders.”

On Sunday, Hannibal arranged a canvas and easel in his sunroom, as well as the scene he wanted John to study. What he hadn’t told his boyfriend was that he planned for them to draw him, nude. It was both cheeky and well-meaning of him, to say the least.

“Come in, mein Schatz.”

John entered, wearing a loose-fitting, short-sleeved buttondown and houndstooth-patterned trousers. He approached the easel and gave Hannibal’s appearance an inquiring eyebrow raise. It wasn’t often that the doctor wore only his silken robe around the house. “Taking a casual day, Hanni?”

He smirked knowingly and began to loosen the robe’s simple belt. “I’ve deduced that the best first lesson I could give you was…” He elegantly removed the robe, revealing his soft but muscular body and a smattering of dark brunette body hair, streaked with somewhat premature grey. “Figure drawing.”

John briefly gasped, flushing instantly despite his intimate familiarity with Hannibal’s body. He could not draw his grey eyes away as Hannibal went to poise himself on the loveseat, picking up a book from the coffee table to quietly peruse as John worked. When no pencil was placed against the canvas, Hannibal gently cleared his throat. “Is there something wrong, John?”

John shook his head furiously, his blush creeping into his ears and neck. “Oh! Uhm, no, no, I was just a bit surprised, is all. Yes. Figure drawing. I could use a brush up on my anatomy.” He swallowed and returned his attention to the canvas. Amusement sparkled in Hannibal’s eyes. As he got over the initial shock, John’s lines began to flow smoothly. Hannibal had even lent him his good charcoal pencils. The minutes ticked by. At the hour mark, John excused himself and returned with glasses of water and a tin of cookies for them both. Another hour passed before John let his partner see the product, a shaded, loving depiction of such a dangerous man.

“I already see improvement from those initial sketches. Well done, darling.”

“You think so?” John’s eyes glittered expectantly. Hannibal chuckled, kissing his cheek.

“You are such a precious thing, John. Let’s put it in my office.” Hannibal put on his robe and the two of them moved the canvas to his home office. John spied his initial sketches on Hannibal’s desk.

“You’re keeping them?”

“Of course I am. Everything your hand touches is holy to me.”

John could have swooned. He held Hannibal’s face in his hands. “You are too much.”

“But its what you deserve. Would you like to see my recent drawings?”

“Of course.”

Hannibal led him to the desk, opening a top drawer. John had scarcely to look at them before passionately entwining with his lover. He already knew what was there on the pages.

#self shipping #self shipping community #safeshipping #self insert #self insert x canon #self x canon #self insert oc #oc x canon #gay self ship #trans self ship #circus scripts #🍽️Ella et Porcus🍽️#📼🦌.s/i

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mi-rae07 · 1 year

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Park Seonghwa : Home

Pairing : Park Seonghwa (Ateez) and named character (Park Soojin)

[Except they’re siblings]

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A/n : For a special friend of mine.

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Soojin : I really don't understand why I must get expelled while those other students get to remain in this school, principal.

Principal : are you talking back to me, miss park?

Soojin : I'm asking you a valid question-

The principal cut her off with a scoff as he harshly opened the door to his room, sitting down on his chair with a loud thud. Soojin let out a breath and sat on the chair oppsite the principal's, inspecting the small cut on her upper left arm.

Principal : I've called your brother.

Soojin's eyes widened, quickly letting go of her arm before looking up at the principal with alarmed eyes

Soojin : what? Why! Sir, if I'm going to get expelled anyway, then why must you call my brother-

Principal : because you have no parents. And he is your guardian.

Soojin let out a breath, falling back against her chair as she muttered under her breath

Soojin : this is so stupid.

Principal : what did you just say?

Soojin : that this is stupid. What, are you going to expel me again?

The principal glared at soojin, making her fold her arms as she looked away in dismay. The worst had happened, her older brother had been summonded to talk to the principal about her expulsion. So now not only was she going to have to face embarassment from the students in school, she was also going to have to face park seonghwa's wrath.

She was truly doomed.

Soojin looked up as the door to the principal's room burst open, revealing a panting seonghwa. As soon as his eyes landed on soojin's, it turned to a glare, making her look away.

Principal : mr park, hello.

Seonghwa bowed and entered the room, sitting next to soojin slowly. She didn't dare look him in the eye.

Seonghwa : has something happened, sir?

Principal : very much so. Your ward has gotten into a fight with 3 other students in this school, breaking one of the boy's arm, another boy's nose and the girl's leg.

Seonghwa's eyes widened, a small gasp leaving his lips as he looked at soojin. Her head remained lowered, her eyes trained on her skirt that was filled with mud and dirt.

Seonghwa : sir-

Principal : she's getting expelled.

Seonghwa : no, please. I…I can pay you money, or anything else that is required. If you expel her from this school, it would be hard for her to get in anywhere else.

Principal : and that is the whole point, mr park. Do you not realize how serious the situation is?

Seonghwa let out a breath, his hands clenching on his sides as he asked

Seonghwa : and her grades?

Principal : equally worse. She's never been an ideal student, mr park. Failing most of her classes and barely passing the others. She has no talent of any sort either. Has not participated in any extra curricular activities and is at the lowest rank in studies as well. But we still kept her, believing someday she would break open her shell. But now she's caused her fellow students harm. We cannot keep her here any longer, I'm afraid.

Seonghwa : there is no hope, then.

Principal : none.

Seonghwa sighed and stood up, bowing down before saying

Seonghwa : I apologize sincerely on her behalf, sir. And I will apologize to the harmed students as well on my way out.

Soojin hated how seonghwa had to apologize for something that wasn't even her fault to begin with. The principal nodded, a grim look on his face.

Seonghwa : get up, park soojin.

Soojin sighed and got up, not bothering to even look at the principal as she walked out of his room with her brother by her side. As she walked through the hallways, the students stared at her in pure scrutiny, some of them swooning over seonghwa in the process. But his face remained cold.

Soojin : oppa-

Seonghwa : do not utter a word.

Soojin sighed and lowered her head, deciding that it would be a bad idea to talk to seonghwa when he was this angry. They soon walked into the infirmary, seonghwa's eyes widening at the sight of the three kids lying on three different beds with bandages around them. Soojin had a pleased look on her face.

Seonghwa : I am soojin's older brother, park seonghwa. I wish to apologize for the deeds that my sister has done today.

The parents did not utter a word, each of them looking furious. Seonghwa bowed down in front of them, motioning soojin to do the same with angry ushering eyes. She rolled her eyes and bowed down as well, mumbling a small apology. Seonghwa soon handed over money to each parent from his purse, telling them it was for the hospital fee.

And soon enough seonghwa and soojin were on their way back home in his car, still not having exchanged a single word.

Soojin : am I not even allowed to explain?

Seonghwa : explain why you beat up some kids, soojin?

Soojin : well, that must have a reason too, would it not?

Seonghwa : park soojin, do you realize that we are struggling?

Soojin looked away, her hands folded in her lap as seonghwa drove past the school gates.

Seonghwa : we do not have parents, and I have to work 6 different jobs on a daily basis to so much as pay our bills and get us a proper meal. Do you think that comes easy to me?

Soojin : oppa-

Seonghwa : all you had to do, was sit and fucking study! That is what I keep working so hard for! And you had to ruin the one thing that you're supposed to do, and wasted a shit ton of my money because YOU COULDN'T CONTROL YOURSELF!

Soojin : but they were bullying a kid, oppa. I couldn't just stand there-

Seonghwa : so you beat them instead?

Soojin let out a breath, looking away. He was being unfair. Anyone would have done the same thing soojin did today.

Seonghwa : you're being a brat, park soojin. All that I have done for you and this is how you repay me.

Soojin : stop, I don’t want to hear any of this any longer.

Seonghwa : are you being serious? SOOJIN-

Soojin : I HAVE A HARD LIFE TOO SEONGHWA!

Seonghwa paused at her outburst, turning to look at soojin who scoffed and said

Soojin : you think I have it any easier? High school isn't easy, oppa. And the fact that everyone knows I'm poor, isn't really easy either. Not being smart enough, or talented enough IS NOT EASY! I got bullied throughout middle school because of where I came from. So then how can you expect me to just sit and watch while someone does the same thing another person did to me to a fellow student?

Seonghwa : you…you were bullied?

Seonghwa stopped the car right in front of their apartment.

Soojin : yes, but you wouldn't know, would you? You don’t even have time to have a single meal with me. You're right, I'm an orphan. But you know what else I am? A useless piece of shit who feels like I have no one in this world. That's how you make me feel, oppa.

Before seonghwa could open his mouth soojin opened the car door and walked to the lobby of their apartment, tears streaming down her cheeks.

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10 years ago :

Seonghwa was now sitting outside the hospital room where his parent's bodies were kept under the sheets, tears streaming down his cheeks as small whimpers wrecked his body. They had been declared dead an hour ago, and seonghwa still couldn't wrap his head around the entire incident.

His parents, dead. All because of a debt they were unable to pay. His family had owned a bank, and his father had apparently taken a huge loan that had backfired. All his assets were gone now, leaving seonghwa with nothing, but worry and despair. And maybe a few hundred dollars from his own savings. And he knew none of his relatives would help seonghwa, they all hated his father equally.

Seonghwa was all alone in this world now.

??? : oppa!

Seonghwa looked to the side as the sight of his younger sister came into his view, a worried look on her small chubby face. Seonghwa quickly wiped his tears away, regaining his posture as he smiled and bent down on the ground, opening his arms for her. Soojin ran up to him, letting go of her aunt's hand as she crashed into seonghwa's arms. Seonghwa inhaled deeply and wrapped his arms around her small body, bringing her close to him.

Soojin : e-eomma and appa?

Seonghwa shut his eyes tightly.

Seonghwa : they're gone.

Soojin : so…so then the both of us?

Seonghwa : well, we remain, soojin-ah. We're going to have to live without them from now.

Seonghwa looked up as his aunt and uncle walked closer to him, looking down at him in pity. He hated pity.

Aunt : seonghwa-ya, what are you going to do now? Shall we admit the both of you into an orphanage-

Seonghwa : no. no orphanages, and no foster care. I will take care of soojin from now.

Uncle : but you're still in school, seonghwa.

Seonghwa's eyes hardened, a fierce look in his eyes as he held his sister close to him protectively

Seonghwa : I will manage my own life, uncle. You need not worry. Maybe if you'd shown this same care and worry when my parents were in debt, none of this would've happened.

The two adults in front of him held regret in their eyes, but that was of no use to seonghwa now. And so he lifted soojin up in his arms, her one arm wrapping around his neck as seonghwa said

Seonghwa : we do not need your help any longer. What comes to us now, I will face it alone. And as for soojin.

Seonghwa looked at his sister who was staring at him with wide teary eyes, seonghwa giving her a small comforting smile as he declared

Seonghwa : I will raise her now.

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A few days later :

Seonghwa was now sitting along with soojin in front of their parent's graves, both of them in black attire. Soojin had tears streaming down her eyes, while seonghwa's eyes were now hard and cold. As it had been since he knew the truth.

Soojin : what will happen to us now, oppa?

Seonghwa had warded off the few relatives that had come to him out of pity, asking whether he needed their help. He did not, he wouldn't accept any of their help even if he was this close to dying. He hated everyone in this world, everyone except for his little sister.

Seonghwa : nothing's going to happen to us, soojin-ah. We're going to be fine.

Soojin : really?

Seonghwa : mhmm. You'll go to school, and I'll work to provide food and clothes.

Soojin : don't you have to go to school, then?

Seonghwa : not really, no. school won't pay any of our bills.

Seonghwa turned to face soojin, taking both her hands in his as he bent down to face her

Seonghwa : I'm going to be your guardian now, soojin-ah. Do you know what that means?

Soojin shook her head, a small pout on her lips.

Seonghwa : that means you can tell me anything now. Anything that bothers you, anything that you want, anything you wish to do, whatever. I'm going to make everything happen for you, no matter what.

Soojin stared at seonghwa, her lips pressed together. Seonghwa smiled and wiped her tears before saying

Seonghwa : all you have to do is stay happy and healthy for me. Study well, and do what you have to do in school. Oppa will handle the rest.

Soojin nodded, a small smile on her lips now. Seonghwa held his pinky out for her before saying

Seonghwa : promise me, then. That you will study hard and prove everyone wrong one day.

Soojin nodded and connected her pinky with her brother's, the wind blowing on them both as the flowers kept on their parent's grave fluttered.

Soojin : I promise.

Seonghwa smiled and ruffled her hair before standing up, holding soojin's small hand in his large ones.

Seonghwa : let's go home.

And a 13 year old seonghwa led his little sister back to their new home, a much poorer and smaller version of their old house. But neither of them cared, because for them, home was where they were both together.

And that was also the day seonghwa had decided on something, he was going to protect his little sister at all costs. And soojin's little mind had decided too, that she was going to make her brother proud someday.

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Present time :

Seonghwa entered his apartment after another long day at work, a flower boquet in his hands. He knew how much his sister loved these, and he felt unhappy every time he realized it was too expensive for him to afford. But today was different, he could care less if this one boquet drained his wallet off of a month's rent.

He was going to find a way out of that too, as he always have been for the past few years.

Seonghwa could hear small noises from inside soojin's room as he walked towards it with tired steps. His eyes landed on soojin as soon as he opened the door, an earphone plugged into both her ears as she laid on the floor with her eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling above her.

Seonghwa sighed, keeping the boquet aside before walking up to soojin. She took his earphones off as soon as she saw him, sitting up straight with confused eyes.

Soojin : what are you doing here?

Seonghwa : I'm going to be with my sister for a while, what else?

Soojin looked away, keeping her half shattered phone away. Soojin knew her brother went for work at 6am and came back only at 2pm. She didn't understand why he was already home when it was only 9pm.

Soojin : don't you have work?

Seonghwa : I ditched it for you tonight.

He hoped they didn’t fire him.

Soojin : oppa-

Seonghwa : you told me I never even have a meal with you, right? I wanted to change that tonight.

Soojin : you don’t have to do such things for me.

Seonghwa : yes I do, I'm your older brother.

Soojin sighed, fumbling with her hands as she looked away. Seonghwa looked on the floor, his eyes lowered as he muttered

Seonghwa : I'm sorry I'm not enough.

Soojin's head shot up at that. Did he really think that way now?

Soojin : what?

Seonghwa : I'm sorry I can't give you the things you deserve, soojin-ah. Our parents…they loved you, a lot. You were their treasure ever since you were born. They told me they were going to give you the world. The best of dresses, the best of education, the best of everything. And they told me that no matter what, if anything happens to them someday, then I were to do that for you. Give their daughter the entire world.

Soojin felt tears fill up her eyes. She had only been 6 years old when her parents had died in a car crash. But seonghwa had only been 13 as well.

Soojin : oppa you-

Seonghwa : but I have failed. Forget the world, I can't even give you proper food everyday.

Soojin stared at her brother, tears visible in his eyes. And seonghwa never cried in front of her.

Seonghwa : I'm sorry I failed our parents, soojin. And I'm sorry I failed you as a brother. I should have studied harder, worked harder, but I…I failed.

Soojin shook her head desperately, wrapping her arms around her brother before bringing him close. Seonghwa cried onto her shoulders, clutching the back of her dress in his hands as he shut his eyes tightly.

Soojin : don't you dare say that. You've given me the best you can, oppa. And that's all that I ever need. I don't care about pretty dresses or pretty houses, I just want a happy, peaceful life. And you provide me that.

Seonghwa cried harder at her words, tears streaming down soojin's cheeks as well. She hated how seonghwa thought of himself.

Soojin : you're the best brother anyone could ask for. No one in this world could ever do all the things that you've done for me. You sacrifice your happiness and your health to make my life comfortable and I could never thank you enough for any of that. You're everything to me, oppa, you're my entire fucking world.

Seonghwa had never heard words like that from anyone, not even from his own parents.

Soojin : I'm going to study hard from now, oppa. And one day, when I make enough money, I'm going to give you, the world. If I was our parents' princess, you were their prince. And you deserve everything a prince would get. All the work that you do for me now, I will pay it back to you someday. I promise.

Seonghwa smiled before whispering

Seonghwa : I don’t need anything back for any of this. Your happiness is more than enough.

Soojin sobbed at his words as seonghwa patted her back softly.

Soojin : I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for hitting those kids. I shouldn't have-

Seonghwa : no, it's okay. Because honestly? I think they quite deserved it. But I was just too angry to tell you then.

Soojin chuckled as seonghwa pulled back with a smile and wiped her tears with the cuff of his shirt

Seonghwa : I never knew you were that strong to break people's bones, though. My little princess has grown up a lot, hasn't she?

Soojin giggled, looking up at her brother with literal stars in her eyes. God, the things they could do for each other.

Seonghwa : next time you see someone bullying someone, hit them back harder. Don't just break their nose, break a minimum of 4 bones, in the least.

Soojin : oppa!

Seonghwa : and if anyone says anything against that, I'll handle the rest for you.

Soojin chuckled, lacing her hands with seonghwa's.

Seonghwa : you work so hard every day, and I'll always be proud of that. Because you're everything to me, soojin-ah. I would give my life to protect yours.

Soojin : I love you too.

Seonghwa chuckled and patted her cheeks, nodding towards the boquet of Madonna lilies.

Seonghwa : I bought you lilies.

Soojin gasped as she rushed towards them, smelling the flowers with a huge smile on her face. This was all that seonghwa had wanted to see.

Seonghwa : they stand for healing. I saw the cut on your arm. And trust me, if it weren't for those parents in the infirmary, I would've broken a few more bones.

Soojin laughed, running her hands along the flowers as she whispered

Soojin : they're so pretty.

Seonghwa : you're prettier.

Says the man who was gawked by every single person who laid their eyes on him.

Soojin : ayy, look who's talking.

Seonghwa giggled, walking up to soojin and holding her hand in his

Seonghwa : shall we have dinner now, sister?

Soojin smiled, leaning forward and kissing seonghwa's cheek before saying

Soojin : that we shall, brother.

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Anais : Juliette , I've heard you and Adam have been arguing recently?

Juliette : * sight * He got jealous of Kenji and me spending time together for the past 2 days.

Kenji : * eardrop * FIRST OF FUCKING ALL -

Juliette and Anais : Kenji!!

Kenji : J, your boyfriend is idiotic and I don't know how you are dating him.

Anais: Kenji-

Kenji : Ani, that deep shit make my best friend second guess our friendship and I ain't gona let that happen .

Aaron passing by checking on Anais: Hi my Love.* gets inside passing Kenji * kisses her lips *

Aaronv: My excuse of a brother is just a walking meat sack with no capability of controlling his own emotions, he's a waste of time and oxygen. I suggest you two break up for the sake of you're little sanity that has left Ferrars .

Anais: Aaron-

Juliette : ......

Kenji : WOAH -

#aaron warner x OC #aaron warner #julliette ferrars #ella sommers #kenji kishimoto #Adam Kent #shater me #taherehmafi #scenarious

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positivewitch · 9 months

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@erisweek2023 Day 6 - Arranged marriage | Modern Au

By @lucienarcheron (love ya <33)

#eris week 2023 #erisweek2023 #eris vanserra #eris x iris #eiris #smtb #eris x oc #acotar #ella edit✨#my edit acotar

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eddysocs · 7 months

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Time With The Owlets (Molly Weasley x OC)

Summary: Olivette brings Molly with her to show her how she takes care of young owls.

Word Count: 702

Warnings: Pure fluff

Olivette led Molly through the old oaken doors of the owl sanctuary. It was a hidden gem nestled in an unfrequented corner of the wizarding world, and if you weren’t looking for it, it could be easily looked over as it resembled a very large tree trunk. The air inside was thick with the comforting scent of aged wood and the soft hooting of owls echoed in the enclosed space.

"Welcome to the sanctuary, Molly," Olivette beamed, her eyes twinkling with the utter love she had for the owls within. "This is where I spend most of my time caring for these magnificent creatures. Occasionally we go out to train, but I basically consider this place my second home."

Molly's eyes widened as she took in the sight of owls of all sizes and colors perched on branches, some half hidden behind leaves and in intricately crafted nests. "Oh, Olivette, it's breathtaking! I had no idea this place even existed."

"Most everyone gets an owl, but few ever see where they come from," Olivette explained. "But I thought you might appreciate a behind the scenes tour of everything I do here and get to see the owls as they are off duty."

As they strolled deeper into the sanctuary, Olivette stopped at a cozy corner filled with soft hay and small, squirming bundles of downy feathers. "This is my favorite part of working here, the nursery for the baby owlets. Would you like to join me in feeding them?"

"Can I really?" Molly's eyes lit up and Olivette smiled back at her and nodded.

Olivette then handed Molly a small bowl filled with a mixture of minced meat and other supplemental nutrients. "Gently, don’t rush. They aren’t likely to bite, but if you move to fast you may startle them."

The baby owlets chirped and shuffled in excitement as Molly approached. With a motherly touch, she began feeding them, grinning with delight the entire time. "Oh, they're adorable! Do they have their own names yet? Do you get to choose them?"

"Each one does get a name when they’re born," Olivette explained. "When I get to name them, I usually pick a theme. This little fluffball here is Nimbus, and the one with the tufted feathers is Quill. This batch is all named after magical objects or phenomena."

Molly chuckled as she continued to feed the owlets. "It's a lovely touch. I can see the care and attention you put into this place."

Olivette smiled warmly. "It truly is a labor of love. I've always believed that owls are not just messengers but companions to their wizards and witches and deserve the best care possible. I was lucky to get the opportunity to work here."

They spent the afternoon in the owl nursery, Molly learned the delicate art of handling the tiny owlets and the importance of nurturing their potential. She listened intently as Olivette shared stories of each owl's personality and quirks, creating a bond between them and the small and graceful creatures Olivette helped to rear.

"I never realized how much went into the care of these birds. We tend to take the poor things for granted at times," Molly admitted, gently stroking Nimbus, who was nestled in her hands.

Olivette nodded. "Owls are extraordinary beings. They form deep connections with their owners, and here in the sanctuary, we strive to foster that connection from the very beginning."

As the day drew to a close, the two of them bid farewell to the owlets, leaving the nursery with their hearts full of warmth. Once outside, Molly turned to Olivette with a look of gratitude in her eyes.

"Thank you for showing me this place, Olivette. It's been a day I'll treasure forever."

Olivette grinned. "Anytime, Molly. The owls are always happy to have visitors, especially ones as soft and caring as you have been with them today. You’re welcome back whenever you like."

Olivette and Molly began their walk back to the car to head home, when Molly added one more thing. "I’d like to see you train some of the older ones someday, if possible. You clearly have a way with them."

"That can certainly be arranged," Olivette replied.

As requested by @yellowbird-flying

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#oc: olivette littletree #fc: ella purnell #fd: harry potter #otp: mollivette #olivette x molly #molly weasley #molly weasley x oc #harry potter

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