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#even like. I always call him my grandpa on here even though he’s my papa and yet why won’t i call him that on here where it’s not all
nutmeg-mayonnaise · 6 months
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I think you mentioned in one of your older posts that Trucy starts her own family in your AU at some point? Are there any details you can share? Trucy being a mother, and Phoenix, Edgeworth and Maya being grandparents, sound like fun ideas to explore.
Hello, friend! It's actually funny, I could've sworn I spoke about Trucy's fankids in more detail than "they exist", but I guess I haven't!
Anyway, here are her twin boys!
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Their names are Ace and Jack Hyde, but they perform as one person named "Janus Gramarye" on stage. Their father is a Troupe member named Timothy "Tim" Hyde, and the gag with him is that despite how much Trucy talks about him, Phoenix has never seen him--not even at their wedding--so he thinks Trucy made him up.
Trucy and her show are on the road quite a bit in the AU, and since the AU is focused on the Mayonarumitsu family, there's not too many details about Trucy's family other than what I've shared above.
When Trucy's family is in town, it's not a given that Maya and the Fey girls are in town at the same time, so she sees them even less than she sees Phoenix, Edgeworth, and Gregory Wright. Trucy was far too old for Maya to adopt her when she and Phoenix had to marry to appease Kurain Village Customs to have the kids, so Maya is not technically her parent. Regardless, Trucy does start calling her "Mama" once Gregory was on the way and her twins call her "Mama Maya".
They call Phoenix "Grandpa" (obviously), and Phoenix always felt strange being a grandfather especially since Trucy's twins were born when his and Maya's youngest was only six years old. They also call Gregory "Uncle Grey".
Edgeworth is a little more distant, but the twins still call him "Papa Miles" regardless. He doesn't really see himself as their grandfather, but it's not something he will dare tell them straight to their face. He tries his best to be family, though.
Thanks for the question!
Some info about how I haven't been active lately below the cut! :)
Hello friends! I know I haven't posted in a couple months, and I still have a few asks that haven't been answered. I'm sitting on a pile of WIPs for artwork I want to have with those asks, so I'll get to them eventually!
I've been really busy with work this summer and I've spent most of my time with the AU writing that same fanfiction I mentioned before--the one that details how the OT3 went from where they were at the end of "Spirit of Justice" to being parents together. I wound up rewriting most of it and I'm very pleased with how it's turning out so far, and I can't wait to share it!
I'm not sure how often I can post since I'm still very busy, but I want to try do maybe make more simple artwork to post and answer asks so I could be more active! We'll have to see what happens!
Thank you all for your love and support for the AU. Your notes, kind words, tags, and comments all make me smile!
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bdslab · 3 months
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Why the main smurfs are closer to papa smurf than the rest (and therefor get more airtime): Handy: created the plans for smurf dam so obviously he’s important as the dam allows the village to exist. He also makes things for lots of people and seems to be the most respected smurf on the west side of the village. Personally I headcanon him to be a leader for the west side Hefty: although lots of smurfs work on the dam hefty claims he “made” the dam and has been seen doing a lot more of the physical labor in a few episodes. He’s also protective and seems to be the most respected smurf on the east side. I also hc him as a leader for the east side Brainy: he’s papa Smurf’s lab assistant/apprentice. It’s kind of hard not to be around papa smurf when your his apprentice. As to how he got this position I honestly assume he just asked and papa smurf was like “sure you actually read so you’ll make use of these books” Greedy: village chef/baker, he makes food for everyone so he has to be important. You’d assume he should stay behind mostly since he’s not the biggest asset on a journey but Papa’s always signing him up to come along. Maybe papa smurf doesn’t know how to cook?
Lazy: ok this is almost entirely headcanon but papa smurf wants him to stop sleeping all the time. He noticed a smurf was constantly sleeping on the job and upon finding out it was the same smurf he made it his business. He makes lazy go on adventures in hopes he’ll stop sleeping Clumsy: again mostly headcanon but the fact that clumsy constantly messes things up probably brought papa’s attention to him. He’s also just a really nice smurf who is happy to help so when papa smurf needs someone he knows that he can count on clumsy, even if he is a clutz Grouchy: when there’s only one smurf in the whole village who is verbally unhappy as a default he’s going to attract some attention. I’m not sure why papa smurf calls on him so often, it feels like an “ah shit gotta name some smurfs but I only know the names of like 13 of them” later grouchy is also good with baby smurf so there’s that too Jokey: with number of times other smurfs must have complained about jokey and how often papa’s probably been subject to jokey’s jokes there’s no doubt papa knows who he is. He’s an asset since he’s the only smurf willing and able to hand the villain a bomb in order to get by Vanity: he has a flower in his hat so he looks different. Aside from that I don’t really know why papa cares about him more than the other smurfs. It feels similar to the grouchy situation in my books ahtibat1 Smurfette: is ette Baby: is baby Smurflings: I’m grouping them together cause they share the same reason. Papa smurf was partially involved in making them who they are and feels partially responsible. Nanny and grandpa: are old Tracker: here’s an interesting one, early in the series tracker is an obvious asset: he’s able to find things in the wilderness no other smurf can as well as find smurfs when theyre lost in the forest. And yet he disappears from the cast. What did he do to fall from papa’s grace? Sloppy: papa probably noticed the smurf who hoarded garbage, but similarly to tracker he disappears off the list. This one’s more understandable though. Feels more like an “ok I need smurfs but let me not call on the smurf who lives in literal garbage” Tailor: should’ve included him earlier but he makes everyone’s clothes. Papa doesn’t call on him unless he specifically needs something to do with cloth. I’m not sure why, maybe tailor just doesn’t like leaving the village and papa respects that (but why not grouchy then?) Dreamy: considering the tv series starts with dreamy wanting to go to space and papa constructing an elaborate hoax to make him believe he went and met aliens I’m sure papa knows who he is. I think papa leaves him to his own devices cause the space thing was a lot of work There’s a bunch of other smurfs papa knows when he bumps into them but doesn’t care all that much about otherwise. And if the comics are to be believed a bunch of smurfs that papa doesn’t even know the name of. Oh further thing on the smurflings: a few of them papa really never spoke to at all before they got turned into kids so I honestly believe that the only reason papa really cares about them later is case he’s partially responsible for being kids again.
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charliesimss · 1 year
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Evens for Issy
Gladly cause my game just crashed.
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2. What was their earliest memory?
Playing with her dads cat, Peter, on their living room rug together, but she doesn't remember what they were doing.
4. What were their first words?
Dada and then papa within the same week probably. Both her dads are convinced she meant him when she first said dada, but it remains a mystery.
6. When were they fully potty trained?
ur gonna make me research.. probably 2, a seemingly appropriate age I think
8. How often did they throw temper tantrums? What were they usually about?
She wouldn't have them that often because she was an only child and got what she wanted most of the time... and when she wouldn't she;d get upset and cry real toddler baby tears until it was resolved.
10. How easy (or hard) was it to take care of them?
She was an easy baby, but the terrible twos hit hard. She had lots of fits about little toddler things (not being allowed to feed ducks, not getting her way, getting the purple cup instead of the pink one). But her dads were patient and knew it wouldnt last forever, they tried to practice gentle parenting and would calmly explain to her why she couldnt do something, although that hardly stopped her from the fits. So she was fairly easy to take care of until she had fits.
12. Were they a fussy eater?
Yes, which disappointed her chef dad for a bit, but then he just used it as inspiration to make recipes with hidden vegetables and stuff. She liked any form of carb or potato though, but unfortunately toddler issy couldnt and wasnt allowed to live off tater tots 😔
14. What kinds of toys did they like?
She liked stuffed animals and dolls and dress up, especially when her dads played with her
16. What kind of discipline were they subjected to? Was it lenient or strict?
During her early years (3-grade school aged), she would get put in time outs for as many minutes as she was old, but her dads would explain to her why she was in time out and make her apologize if it was needed, they would try not to yell at her because they didnt want her to be afraid of them, they wanted to form a healthy relationship and sometimes that meant having a short time out for doing something bad. Later on in her life when she could understand punishments her dads would sometimes take her phone away, or have natural consequences mostly
18. What was their favorite childhood memory? Their least favorite?
Favourite is when she met her little brother and her first trip to Hawaii to see her mom, all in one good memory. Her least favourite memory was when her fish died when she was 6 because she fed it 15 times in one day, she'll be a great mom
20. What was their relationship like with their parents? How different was it than currently?
She loved her dads, she couldn't ask for better ones to raise her. Growing up she'd secretly try to think of which one she liked more, but it would always end up being a tie, which I think is how it's supposed to be. Recently this past year she and her dads have been having some tension, just because she's seen Duncan (her bio dad) so many times, and they don't approve of him as a person. But she still always goes to them for help, and cries to them about Duncan.
22. Did they have any pets growing up?
Yesss, a cat named Peter that is still alive out of spite, and a fish for like one day and then never again
24. Did they have any caretakers besides their parents?
Sometimes she stayed with her chef dads parents, and also Gemma her bio mama for a few days here and there.
26. What was their first major loss?
Her fish dying, that was the first in her childhood that she remembers, but her grandpa also died when she was 5 and she went to Hawaii for the funeral but it was more seen as a happy family get together to her at 5
28. Did your muse have any nicknames as a child? If so, what were they? Did they give nicknames to others?
Her dads called her bunny or bun, and her grandma actually started calling her Issy which was shortened to Is, but that was more an older grade school nickname.
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mx-pastelwriting · 2 years
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I’m new to tumblr so I don’t know if this is where I send requests or not lol. I was wondering if you could write one or both of the following prompts. Reader can be GN or F.
1- Bill Williamson X Reader where he and reader have been together for years and have a child somewhere between the ages of 3-5.
2- Bill Williamson X Reader where the reader grew up in high society and their father was a wealthy business man but they quickly fall for Bill and his chaotic life style. Readers father doesn’t approve and betrothes her to another wealthy man so in the middle of the night Bill takes her away and she runs away with the gang.
-Thanks, Anon🐝
You did perfect! I'm going to put them together cause I can't choose <3
This man's upper body has he slipping on the floor I swear! The shirt doesn't help
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Bill Williamson x GN!Reader
Summary: Request up top
Warnings: Father Stubborn, Running Away, Established Relationship
C/N: Childs name
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You sigh, looking out the window at Bill, who was on his horse at the far tree line looking back at you. "Dad please can we let him in? It's cold and raining out there." Your pleas continue as they have been since the hour. Bill always waited there till your dad was asleep. He only went away if he had to do a job.
"I said NO! He shouldn't even be out there. " Your dad never liked any of the boys you were around, even the ones that smiled at you. Sadly, Bill was no different. He nearly shot him dead when he found out little C/N came along.
"Momma!" Your little four-year-old yell from up the stairs. As C/N awoke from him, you sighed and looked at your father. Your father didn't care how much you hated him. He's always has been a stubborn man.
You ran upstairs to your room. Little C/N had opened it as you walked closer, their cheeks stained with tears, along with new ones coming. "It's all right, little bug, it was just grandpa. "You tried to calm them down, but the cries continued.
"I want papa," they cried out. You knew your dad had heard. "I know me too" you say, closing the door behind you. Walking to the window, you set down C/N to open the window. Bill arrived on time as it opened.
"You alright?" He asked, concerned as he tried to look up, but the rain didn't allow him. You didn't answer. You walked quickly to the closet to get a bag along with putting two coats on the bed. Furthermore, you fill the bag with C/N and your clothes. You finish, then put C/N's coat on, then yours.
Looking back down, meeting Bill’s eyes. "Here" is all you said before handing down the bag to Bill. You kiss C/N head before lowering him down to Bill. "How are you going to get down?" He asks, putting C/N in front of him while giving a small hug from them.
Still, you didn't answer as you climbed down, using the house's design as steps before getting on his horse. "My beautiful bee," he says, turning to give you a kiss. You warm up from the one kiss before breaking it, "Hurry, let's go." You whispered even though the rain made your voice deaf to your father.
Ridding off to his camp felt like years. You just made it by morning. C/N was sleeping in your arms as Bill had to ride fast to get you there.
"Who is it?" You hear a man yell out from the trees as Bill guides the horse through them. "It's Bill," he yelled back, though he tried to be quiet for C/N. "Oh, finally I thought..." the man stopped talking, seeing you and C/N. He was a tall man with a gun in his hands. His light brown hair glowed in the morning sun.
Bill didn't stop the horse from passing the man, he walked into the camp. A few eyes landed on you and C/N as Bill got off and helped you both down.
"Dutch, I need to talk to you!" Bill calls out for his leader, whom he told you so much about. You kept C/N close to you as he walked you up to his little camp area. You set your stuff down and followed Bill to the man named Dutch.
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subpar-ghoulfriend · 3 years
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Live In Nanny Pt 2
Villain!All Might x Reader
All Might raising baby Deku but is in desperate need of a nanny (Pt 2). The morning after and basically wayyyy to long so the smut is gonna have to be in pt 3. (word count: a little over 2k)
pt 1 here
TW: Yandere themes, day after dub con, reader is held against their will
You were sore. Your hips, wrists, back, pussy, everything ached. A silky sheet was the only thing covering your bare form. You could feel that you were alone in bed, Toshi's bulkiness was no longer weighing down the mattress. It must be mid morning because light was streaming through the curtains. Maybe if you remained still you could absorb into the mattress. Not only because of your tender body, but because you would prefer to never see your boss again. But speak of the devil. "Are we staying in bed all day?" You groaned. Hating how he worded his question. We. It was condescending, patronizing, and somehow filled you with butterflies. Something was placed on the bed, definitely not heavy enough to be Toshi. And then you realized, not something but a tiny someone. Baby Izuku crawled over to you, babbling, and tapped your sore shoulder. "Morning, Zuzu," You mumbled. Your joints crackled to life and you tightened the covers so you could face the little one. Behind him the clock read 11:00 am. "I need to get dressed." The villain cocked his head, "I tossed your clothes in the laundry do you want me to go get something from your closet?" No, you didn't want him running through your belongings. He would probably make a mess. "Just give me one of your shirts." That provided you enough modesty to get to your room and you were surprised the menace didn't follow. You scrubbed your body raw under the shower, subconsciously punishing yourself for taking pleasure from the night before. You were frustrated. Clean and covered in giant sweat pants and a hoodie you stormed into the living room where Toshi sat watching izuku entertain himself. "I quit." There was a pause. You tried not to look at the child. He would sway your resolve. This didn't have anything to do with him, it was between you and his father. "Alright." Oh. He wasn't going to challenge you? Figures, the man got what he wanted from you. You turned on your heels and rushed back to your room. You didn't own much so it wasn't hard to shove your belongings back into the suitcase. Opening your bedside drawer you froze. Your keys and phone were missing. This was their spot. The dedicated key-and-phone drawer. You check the room once, twice, then Izuku's room, the playroom, the kitchen. "Where are my keys?" You hissed, to hell with the phone you could buy a replacement. "Why would you need those," His voice was taunting. You felt your fists ball up and your nails dug into your palms. You stomped your foot like a frustrated child. "Because I'm leaving, I quit, now give me my keys." "I agreed you can quit, if that's what makes you feel better. I didn't say anything about leaving." The tension could be cut with a knife. He wasn't speaking or moving, he was eerily looming. In the other room Izuku was getting fussy. It knotted your stomach not going to check on him, but you kept your eyes on the villain. Toshinori was the first one to move, he went to check on his son. Clearly you weren't a threat. You could do without the keys, even sacrifice your suitcase. You made it all the way to the front door where you expected him to be, but he wasn't. He was with Izuku. With a twist at the knob the door didn't budge. You tried once more before angrily shaking the door. All Might called for you, "I told you that you aren't leaving. It's a two way security system but feel free to keep trying." When did he install this? You didn't see anything obvious like a box or camera indicating a security system. You could've thrown a fit or tried to break open the window but you had a feeling you wouldn't make it far. "What are you getting at?" You asked, rejoining the father-son duo. "Nothing aside from what we discussed last night in bed," he was making your cheeks burn red. "Making sure we stay a happy family." By the tone of his voice you knew there was no room for discussion. He didn't chastise you for slamming the door your room. He didn't pester you through out the day. He didn't even open your door to tell you he made dinner. He came by later to tell you (through the door) that he left you a plate in case you get hungry. By midnight you were. You tip toed down the hall, peeking into to the nursery to see Izuku fast asleep. You scarfed down the food before crawling back to bed. --- The next day you shuffled out of bed and into Izuku's room where you picked up the quiet but awake baby. You were gentle as you combed through his green curls with your fingers. He was still warm the way babies gets when they sleep. Holding him soothed you. Toshi melted when he saw you two curled up on the couch. He didn't want to ruin the mood so he stayed out of your line of sight for a few more minutes. Finally he entered the threshold of the room, "I'm heading out for the day but I won't be out late." You could've ignored him, but Izuku's grubbing hands were grabbing for his daddy. You had been defeated by the toddler. You weren't a monster. You moved toward your now ex-employer so he could tell his son goodbye. Goodbye before he goes off to commit atrocities. Toshi kissed the child’s chubby cheeks without removing him from your arms. He was too close for comfort. You took an awkward half step back before his huge hand caught your hair. With a tug, your chin jutted forward and he pressed his lips to yours. "Zuku, keep an eye on mommy," Chuckling as he stepped out the front door. Your mind was fuzzy for a moment before looked down at the boy on your hip who was giggling and clapping his hands together. --- The jovial villain was focused at work. He was on edge, quiet and irritable. Eager to return home and help you with his son. All Might wasn't delusional — well at least not entirely. He anticipated that this would be a rough time for you, but you were a good girl, you would adjust.
When he placed that ad to scout for someone to watch Izuku he didn't plan for this. But you were so perfect. He ached for you in a way he never hurt before. Had you been anyone else he would've killed you when you found out his villainous ways. But no, he could never bring himself to harm you. God, you even took the news in stride. Yeah, you weren't thrilled and may have walked out of their lives if he hadn't stopped you; but you weren't trashing his house or treating Izuku any differently.
And you were so pretty underneath him, whimpering while you took his length, your nails digging into the man's shoulders when he released into you. You slept like a rock afterwards, rolling unconsciously into him. Your body sought his comfort, knowing you were safe with him. He just needed to give you time to adjust.
--- It didn't take long for you to stop leaving the room any time he entered. And soon you were back to your normal routine of caring for the child and keeping up with the house. You resumed playing around with Izuku and began reading a ton of books to the boy. You told Toshi that Izuku could even pick which books he wanted you to read. It was nice that you were talking to him again, sometimes making jabs at his life choices and always kept a distance between yourself and him. Izuku was becoming quite the talker, well the babbler because he hasn't said his first word yet. He was figuring it out though. He knew he could say 'Ap-ap' for apple or to get picked up. You were sure he would say his first word any day. --- The three of you were in the living room when it happened. Izuku was watching some baby show, the first "lesson" was colors and the little one did his best to make nonsensical noises. The next subject was family members. Siblings, sister, brother. Parents. Mom, mommy, mama. Dad, daddy, papa. Grandma, grandpa. Aunt, auntie. Uncle. Over and over again until the show was done. Toshi looked at the izuku who was wearing the face of a thinker. He looked at his dad, the little one was trying to get something of importance out. You both cheered for him once he finally got out the word "papa." It was cute to see the man beam with pride, even though he was a villain. The butterflies were breaking out of their cocoons again. --- Toshi didn't get much alone time with his son and he liked it that way. That meant you were with them. But when he did get time with son he worked on teaching the boy that you were the mommy. Mama. And Izuku would try to repeat but hadn’t quite got it. --- You were struggling to maintain your composure in between watching the news and cooking dinner. All Might was robbing a bank. There were hostages. You recognized the location immediately as a bank you passed almost daily before working for Toshinori. Did you know anyone inside? A small part of you worried for the man, probably because you were thinking of him as Izuku's father rather than a villain. You shut the TV off when you heard Izuku start to wake from his nap.
That night you couldn't help but notice a slice on his arm; it was superficial, not even bleeding but enough to draw out the question: Why do you do it? It's easy, he shrugged. All Might never initiated an attack unprovoked nor directed his actions towards helpless civilians. He stole, dabbled in the black market, and made sure everyone knew not to mess with him or anyone in his circle.
You just couldn't understand. When Zuku gets older he will ask questions. All little boys idolize their dads. What if someone tried to hurt the boy? 
The two of you were whisper yelling with each other. You more so than Toshi but he was still running low on patience; it had been a long day, after all. Izuku was picking up on the changing atmosphere, watching you both through furrowed brows, the quiver in his lip worsening. You stopped when you heard the whimpering begin. He was a sensitive child. Maybe you just needed to sleep. Toshi picked up the baby, bouncing Zuku in the way that always prevented tantrums and wails. He kept babbling and you could tell he was doing his best not to cry. You started to head towards your room when a cry broke out for 'mama.' This time it wasn't Toshi “putting you in your place”. This time it was Izuku.
"It's okay, Zuzu," Toshi soothed. "Mommy just needs a minute."
The crushing realization of just how trapped you were knocked the wind out of you. You couldn't leave the house. Toshi was always being too kind and patient. Somehow he managed to teach Izuku that you were his mommy. The most infamous villain had ensnared you and no matter what he wasn’t letting go. You would never be able to convince him to leave you alone and you'd never be able to leave Izuku.
You were tired of stubbornly holding out. Pathetic tears cascaded down your face, gentle and oddly relieving. Izuku practically leapt into your arms. The tot clung to you and his crying calmed down. you turned away, not able to look at the man.
"Are you going to think the worst of me forever?" Toshinori whispered. Maybe? Probably not. It was hard to tell. You didn't want to.
He continued, "I'm a good father, I would never let anyone hurt Izuku. Or you. Sure I don't have a lot of redeeming qualities but there are some."
You were tired of being stuck inside. It wasn't good for Izuku either. You wouldn't admit it but you weren't so sure you would abandon them even if given the chance. You were tired of trying to hate the man behind you. Tired of pretending you didn't fantasize about that night when you were alone in bed. Toshi moved right behind you and you relaxed against his huge chest. He was surprised and hesitant to move in case he frightened you to your senses. He couldn't just stand there though, that would be weird. Two thick arms wrapped around waist. "Tomorrow I wanna take Izuku to the park," You whispered. Toshi was equally defeated.
"Okay."
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After putting Izuku to bed you made your way down the hall. The shower in Toshinori's bathroom was running. That was fine. You needed a moment to collect your thoughts. If this was going to work without you feeling like a hostage he was going to have to be open to loosing the reigns. 
He was surprised to see you in his room when he exited the bathroom in nothing more than a pair of sweatpants. 
"More fighting?" He cocked an eyebrow. 
You shook your head, "I hate All Might, just as much as I hate every other villain. But when you come home I don't see All Might, I just see Toshinori, Izuku's dad. That's the man I care about and no matter how much I fight it I can't stop caring."
It was hard to keep eye contact with him but you continued, "I want to be with you and Izuku, not with All Might. And I want to be here on my own accord. I want to be able to go out with Izuku and with you. Can't we just try that?" 
You didn't come in here to berate him again? Or to demand to leave? His heart softened as he realized that the person he wanted, wanted him back. You were willing to remain in their lives. 
"I can try that." 
Toshi trained his eyes on your body, fighting every instinct to close the space between. But you moved first, gingerly placing your hand on his shoulder to steady yourself as you straddled his lap.
"Can I sleep in here tonight? I want you to hold me," You whispered.
He nodded and rested his forehead against the crook of your neck. "Is that all you want from me tonight?"
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btsqualityy · 2 years
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Could you also do a drabble of Brooklyns time at home after the miscarriage. And how Yoongi and Namjoon spend the day with her.
Warning: mentions of miscarriage
"Kenny?" Namjoon called out and Kennedy looked up from where she had been laying on a hammock in between two large trees in Namjoon and Mama Kim's backyard.
"Hi Grandpa,” Kennedy murmured, moving over to make room as Namjoon bent down and laid on the hammock next to her. 
“I was wondering where you had snuck off to,” he chuckled as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her into him. “Grandma finished lunch.”
“I don’t know if I can eat, if I’m honest,” she sighed. “Grandma has been stuffing me with food since I got here two weeks ago.”
“Well, she cooks when she’s worried and she’s worried about you,” Namjoon told her. “You’ve always been small but you’ve lost even more weight.”
“I know, I just didn’t feel like eating much when I was back in New York,” Kennedy replied. “But even I don’t have the will to resist all of this good Korean food.”
“I always used to gain so much weight back when the members and I would come back to Korea after getting off tour,” he said. “Korean food is never as good anywhere else as it is here.”
“Agreed,” she nodded and a comfortable silence settled over the two of them for a few minutes. 
“Do you remember when I used to sit out here with you and your sister?” Namjoon asked her. 
“Yeah, we’d look at the stars and you’d teach us about the constellations,” Kennedy smiled. “Brook got so mad when you told her that there was no fairy.”
“I still have nightmares about that one,” he laughed, making Kennedy do the same. “You know, everything happens for a reason. Someday, you’ll have your own kiddos to teach the constellations to.”
“But I wanted that kiddo,” she sniffled, tears welling up in her eyes. 
“I know, but everything happens the way that it’s supposed and eventually, you’ll get what you want.”
“It’s not easy though Grandpa.”
“Nothing that’s worth having is,” he explained. “Trust me, when you do have another baby and you’re holding them in your arms, you’ll know.”
“I hope so,” Kennedy mumbled, snuggling in closer to her grandfather.
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“So, you said that you had something to play for me?” Yoongi asked as he sat down next to Kennedy on the piano bench. The two of them were sat together in Yoongi’s studio in front of the large piano that he kept in there.
“Yeah,” Kennedy nodded. “This is something that I started writing after I found out that I was pregnant but I didn’t get the chance to finish it before...you know. Anyways, the ending was stuck in my head for the past few days and I finally mustered up the strength to finish it. I wanted to show you because I know that you’ll appreciate it, you know?”
“Of course,” Yoongi nodded. “Go ahead baby.” Kennedy took a deep breath before setting her hands on the keys, closing her eyes as she began to play. Yoongi listened in awe, almost not being able to believe how much emotion and feeling was in the haunting melody. From listening to the song, he could feel how hurt, angry, sad, and disappointed the miscarriage made Kennedy feel and he wanted to do nothing more than wrap her up into his arms and hug her tight.
“Kenny,” he whispered, waiting until she had taken her hand off of the keys to wrap his arms around her. Understandably, she burst out into tears, holding on tightly to her papa. “I know, I know. Let it all out baby.” 
The two of them sat there for at least 10 minutes, Kennedy releasing all of her built up emotions while Yoongi just held and rocked her. 
“I’m sorry,” she murmured as she pulled back from the hug, wiping her face. 
“Don’t apologize baby, it’s ok,” he assured her. “I know what it’s like to put your emotions into a song and then have it all come out.”
“It definitely came out,” she joked lamely. “Thank you for letting me share that with you Papa.”
“No problem baby, I’m honored you let me hear it,” he smiled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. 
This is the lullaby!
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TWST FAMILY HCS PT2) Savanaclaw and Octavinelle
Feel free to tack on your own Hc’s too!!! I love reading what other people think and how their view of the characters and of Twisted Wonderland in general change from person to person!!!
Savanaclaw:
Leona:
-Farena: We already know Leona describes his brother as being carefree and relaxed, but deep under that I think he’s a deeply intelligent man (how can you run a kingdom and be stupid?). He tries his best to make time in his schedule for his wife and child, and even try to get bonding tike with his younger brother (which never works out well). He tries to teach Cheka as much as he can, often giving him little life lessons while they play games. He’s a very kind and straightforward man, often being blunt when he doesn’t mean to. He stands a little taller than Leona, with Orange hair similar to Chekas. He keeps his hair tied out of his face as much as he can.
-Sister-in-law Kingscholar: A strong and confident woman, not afraid to speak her mind when she wants to. She’s blunt and she’d let you know about it. She’s also very kind in her own way, often dragging Leona off and trying to have serious talks with him, which he appreciates but doesn’t show. She adores Cheka and often spoils him without meaning to, and will spoil Leona too (but indirectly in a way similar to Ace’s father’s). Also very intelligent and good at reading people. I think she stands a little shorter than Leona, but she holds herself higher, and he slouches, so it looks as if they’re the same height. She has long yellow hair (again, similar to the ends of Cheka’s) that she often ties back as well.
-Cheka: We already know him, so heres a few Hcs!: He sometimes asks his mother to do his hair the same way as Leona’s, and tries to do everything like him (such as standing like him, trying to deepen his voice to sound like him, throwing sand at various objects in the castle yelling “King’s Roar!!”)
Ruggie:
-Grandma Bucchi: As he said himself, a stern and prideful woman. I think she’d be on the stricter side, having to teach Ruggie how to survive rather than him having to face those hard truths alone. She likely stands a lot shorter, likely 5’0 (sorry to anyone whos that height), than most other beastwomen. She’s a lot physically stronger than she looks, often still trying to pick Ruggie up at his age. She tries to spoil him when she can, trying to make him relax after working and taking over the household chores (which he declines, still cleaning up when she’s not looking- which earns him a smack to the head with a broom). She’s also a prankster, quietly jumping out from corners and scaring Ruggie or one of the other children. I think she feels a lot of regret over seeing Ruggie grow up so fast in the environment that he had, but she’s the proudest grandma ever. Whenever he sends pictures back she boasts to everyone at home (“See that! That’s my grandson’s school! See that there! He plays magift and is one of the best on the team! Look there! He’s got those nice ceremony robes!”), and even boasts about him with what little baby pictures they have (“See him walking at such a young age? Isn’t he so strong?”) Will never stop talking about her grandson, ever.
-Neighborhood kids: I think they’re like little siblings to Ruggie, so I’m adding them. They try to tale over what Ruggie did when he was at home, helping people fix up their houses or entertaining the baby hyenas when their mothers have other things to do. They also leave gifts to Ruggie when he comes back, between little dolls they made, bracelets they thought he’d like, charms, or pretty rocks and leaves. He keeps all of the gifts, no matter how small.
-His mom (bc the poor woman deserves a spot)(Poor meaning unfortunate)(The more i think abt it, both. It means both. Bad time?): I think she looked a lot like him, but with brighter blue eyes than his. She was definitely a prankster at heart, leaving clever traps behind for any poor soul to get stuck in. She was a very hardworker much like her son, taking on any task she could find to help out her mother. I think she’d try to leave as much behind for Ruggie as she could, which would include little notes and scribbles about how she was feeling throughout her pregnancy and how excited she was for him. Ruggie also kept all of those safe and sound, in a small box he keeps in the corner of his room.
(Can you guess who my fav chara is?)
Jack:
-Grandma & Grandpa Howl: A very loving couple, who always make time out of their schedule for their grandchildren, whether it be for school events, emergencies, or if any one of them want to come by and talk. They met when Grandpa Howl got lost and wandered by Grandma Howl’s family’s cabin (which happens to be the one they, and the rest of the family, still live in to this day) and he spent the night. I think they fell in love at first sight :’)
-Mama Howl: A very soft and loving beastwoman who is willing to sacrifice anything for her children. She is often strict, and sometimes a chatterbox, but she always reminds her children to stay safe and that she loves them. She always pats their head or cheek when she walks by, even if she has to reach a little to plant a kiss on Jack’s forehead. I think her hair would be a little darker grey, and she’d definitely be a little more muscular and taller, reaching six ft one when standing straight up. She’d have the same yellow eyes as Jack, and her hair would be cropped shorter due to her still moving around a lot.
-Papa Howl: Very similar to Jack personality and appearance wise. He stands an inch or two shorter than Jack, but is still very muscular due to working around the house and in the woods (chopping wood for the campfire, dragging around tools, carrying three wolf pups at a time in his younger days (only one now wants to be carried, which hurts the poor man’s heart a bit)
-Baby brother Howl: Huffy and a little moody, but a hard worker even if he complains while doing it most of the time. That’s often with his parents, but when he does something with Jack he doesn’t complain a bit. He’s very attached to his older brother, looking up to him for his strength and strong morals. He often compares him to superheroes and star athletes in his mind, but sometimes it slips out, resulting in one very embarrassed wolf boy and another very flattered wolf boy, ignore their wagging tails, it means nothing. I think he stands pretty tall for a preteen, around 5’7-5’8 and growing taller by the day. Same hair and eye color as Jack. Acts like he doesn’t like to play games with his younger sister but will never turn down a game of tag.
-Baby sister Howl: An absolute sweetheart. She just wants the best for her family and will do whatever she can to make what they want happen. Jack is hungry? Good thing she made her special dessert (it’s a poptart with whipped cream messily piled on top with sprinkles and literal sugar cubed wedged in it, but don’t tell her you don’t like it, please she’d actually bawl). Her other older brother is tired? She can get him extra blankets! Mama needs help cleaning? She can mop (she really just throws water on the floor and praises herself for a job well done). Papa need to cut wood? She can- no, she can’t. Please don’t give her an axe. She’ll cheer him from the sidelines with a song she made up just for him instead! She has their mother’s grey hair and father’s dark brown eyes, and loves to do her hair like the princesses she sees on Tv! (Yes, Jack will wear a too-small dress and Tiara if his sister wants to play princess. No, he will not let anyone take pictures.)
Octavinelle:
Tweels:
-Mama Leech: At first glance, a very kind woman with soft eyes. Willing to open her arms to anyone who might need help. Then, a terrifying grin similar to Floyd’s as that poor unfortunate soul realizes the trap they’d been thrown in. She’s very kind and patient towards both her boys and husband, as well as their friends (even of she is on guard near their friends, throwing a few hollow threats to see if it’d scare them away)(She doesn’t like to share her babies). She dotes on the tweels as much as possible, indulging im whatever curiosity they may have. Floyd wants to know what going through riptide is like? They leave tomorrow to find one. Jade wants to know more about life on land? She’ll find as many books as possible and ask (threaten) people for their land belongings. She knows when too far is too far though, and is very skilled at reeling the boys back in if they get to that point. Will always call them her little guppies, no matter how big they get. I think she’d have a teal bob on top, with the underside of her hair being black (which makes her hair look color changing when she swims). Im her human form shes only a few inches shorter than her boys, ranging around the same as Jack’s mother.
-Papa Leech: The definition of old Hollywood New York mob boss. Strict and blunt about his interests and problems, and not afraid to cause any problems if provoked. When the tweels were younger and they’d wrestle and bite at him, he’d throw them off him easily, telling them they need to work to beat him, even if he was impressed by their teamwork at first. Will die to protect his family, and was likely put in that position many times in the past due to his uh… business. He values his wife and children more than anything, and has done everything in his power in the past to protect them from harm. When they went to NRC at first, he felt defeated and almost wanted to beg them to stay safe with him (not that his pride would allow it).(Both the tweels can see through his facade easily)
Azul:
-Grandma ‘grotto: A very stern and prim octomermaid. What she says goes in the Ashengrotto house, and she often catches herself making unnecessary comments. She does apologize. Also a very loving grandmother towards Azul, often babying him whenever possible (doing the classic “you’re not eating enough here take some more” grandma move)(She will smooch his face whenever possible when there are no business clients nearby). Tries to boost his confidence since she knew about what was happening to him (Chances are she went through the same thing- being an octomer as well) and dod her best to protect him and make him happy. She taught him how to write with his tentacles and encouraged him to do his best in everything he does.
-Mama ‘grotto: Another businesslady in the front absolute softie in the back situation. Adores her son and is incredibly proud of how far he’s come.I think she looks identical to Azul, but more heavyset and, of course, female. She coddled Azul as much as possible, which worked out well with baby Azul’s clingy nature. She had no shame in walking around with the little guy stuck to her (unless he smacked a tentacle to her face when she was working on her restaurant), and made sure everyone knew what a good boy he was. She would show pictures to everyone (similar to Ruggie’s grandma), but respects his wishes in wanting to hide pictures of his past. She still shows anyone who asks pictures of him at NRC (compliments to the twins, who send her updates when her son is busy), and will tell everyone how smart he is and how much he’s grown.
-Step-Papa grotto: A very professional man in every aspect of his life, which stretches to his relationship with his stepson. When he learns about the contracts and Azuls UM, he’s over the moon with how happy he is. He swam around with a little more pep than usual, flicking his tail and flaring out his fins the more and more Azul told him. He helps him reword and format his contracts to his advantage, and is always willing to talk with him about Mostro Lounge or (on rare occasion) some memories before Step papa Ashengrotto met Mama Ashengrotto (which always make him happy that Azul trusts him enough). I think he’d be a pretty generic looking Mer, with an average looking tail and such
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binniedeactivated · 3 years
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Little¡!  || txt 🍼
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✎𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐫!𝐭𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧 𝐱 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲
✎ 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞
✎ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕; 1.3k
𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺; 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆!𝒕𝒙𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝑴𝑫𝑳𝑩, 𝑨𝑩𝑭, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑳𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒔. 𝑰𝒇 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒊 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆. 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒇𝒇 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒊𝒕.
𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕; I was thinking of this one request i had for a little!txt request (again, not sure if I sent this in or not ashnn): it’s more of a baby! or toddler!txt x mommy! reader (but you can change it to little! x caregiver! if you like!) so it’s basically where taehyun is scared of thunderstorms but wants to be a big boy and show his older brothers he can sleep on his own. but obviously he can’t 🥺 so he uses his baby brother Kai as an excuse to sneak into his mom’s room for cuddles?
❝ [ @𝒃𝒖𝒈𝒔𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒆] 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇𝒇...
it was that kind of night again.
the nights that taehyun hated. It was storming outside and the rain was beating the glass of his bedroom window. He swallows watching a flash of lightening streak across the darkened sky. With a flash came a loud clap and a roar that was loud enough to make taehyun shrivel underneath his blankets.
it's going to be okay. it's okay. taehyun tried his best to assure himself but his nervousness was raising his body temperature thus making the air underneath the blankets hot and thicker than he expected. He could barely breath under there but it was the closest to the feeling of safety that his mommy gave him.
"tyun you aren't scared are you?". yeonjun teases with his arms folded behind his head. his bed was across from tyun's like how soobin's was across from gyu's. Kai's bed was right beside tyun's but his bed was also vacant, as kai often made it his duty to cuddle with his mommy on nights like this.
something tyun wished he could do.
"Of course he is, look at him. he's hiding!". soobin chimes in. he smirks a little when he sees the small boy peaking from the blankets trying to mask his fear as best as he could. "you know if you're scared you can go in mommy's bed with kai. the hyung's are okay in here". yeonjun adds knowing full well tyun was scared shitless. Yeonjun's comment left a feeling of distress washing over his younger brother's small frame. Thunder rolled across the sky yet again and he trembled at the sound feeling his bladder become weak. "hey! I'm a hyung too. I don't need to be in mommy's bed". he lied. He swallows at the sound of the rain coming down much harder this time around. The splatter of water made him squeeze his legs together tightly, the last thing he wanted was to ruin his bedsheets and pajama shorts over this. "oh because if you need mommy's bed you're not a big boy. that makes you a baby". gyu responds, joining in on the teasing from his own bed. "I am a big boy! I'm in my own bed aren't I?".
"barely. your head isn't even out of your covers all the way". soobin points out. taehyun hesitantly sticks his head out a bit more, not even realizing that himself. His grips his blanket firmly with his clammy fists. "Leave me alone hyung. I can sleep in my own bed. You guys stop messing with me!". they all snicker in laughter at his sudden outburst. Each of them turn over, getting comfortable. "yeah who are we kidding?". yeonjun teases, "taehyun is a big boy like us". watching each of them get comfortable was like a nightmare for taehyun who usually had kai to talk to him throughout his nightly endeavors. Call him a loser all you wanted but he enjoyed conversing with his baby brother. He was precious and he always tried to protect taehyun even if he was younger. But if this is what being a big boy meant, learning to sleep alone then he would have to learn to adjust.
He settled in his blankets watching the silhouettes of his older brothers drift off into their own slumber. Taehyun found the concept insane, being able to sleep comfortably with thunder and lightening flashing through the bedroom windows. It was scary to watch, especially with the weeping willow tree grazing his window. In the daytime, the tree was his friend. he often sat under it to read, climbed up it with kai on sunny days and eat ice cream, and if it's safe to tell you, sometimes he talked to it when he had troubles that he didn't want tell his brothers about. He imagined it was like a grandpa, listening and nodding wisely whenever he expressed his feelings. At night though, and especially during storms he grew scared of the papa willow tree he often found comfort in. It looked angry when it was waving like that in the thunderous breeze, like the branches was reaching out to grab him at any given moment. The thought alone made his heart tank.
you can do this tyunnie. you can sleep. nothing is going to hurt you.
try telling that to the sky, taehyun thought. The thunder rumbled above him and surges of lightening fell across it in his wake. The breeze whirled, so much that the tree actually looked like it was winding back this time. Taehyun felt his heart stop at the sight, each of the branches waiving back long and thin in the light blue void. Taehyun braced himself allowing his conscience to draw a face on the tree bark, one that scared him enough to where his bladder let loose. One by one the branches were coming towards him which led him scurrying out of his bed and into the hallway with a high pitched whine.
tyun couldn't help himself anymore, he was a wimp. Not just that, he just peed himself. The warmth of his fresh tears made his cheeks rosy, his face flushed a cherry red as he cried right in the hallway. Right in the middle of the puddle he was making beneath his feet.
great. just great. he thought.
"tyunnie? what's the matter what happened?". his mommy saw her little boy with his arms over his small face crying, his black shiny strands covering his forehead. he tries his best to look at her with clear eyes but every single time he spoke a knot would form in his throat and he would start crying again. He hated this. He hated feeling like a baby but he was scared. She took her thumbs and dried his tears from his cheeks. she could tell that whatever the problem was, taehyun didn't want to talk about it.
"How about we get you cleaned up okay?".
taehyun was grateful for that, grateful for her. grateful that she gave him a bath that night and told him stories about the things she used to do during thunder storms when she was his age, like read books and play outside. taehyun thought it was crazy that she even left the house during a time like that but that's one thing he loved about her. she was fearless. "you were never afraid of thunderstorms mommy?". taehyun asks while she washes around his ears. "nope, never. I never thought of it as something to be scared of. It was interesting to me". taehyun nodded to himself. "why tyunnie? are you scared of thunderstorms?". he quickly shook his head. "no never! I was just curious that's all". she smiled to herself, finishing up washing his face.
when he was all dry and now in clean clothes she bends to kiss him on his cheeks. the softness of her lips always made him blush. It was obvious whenever taehyun blushed, his dimples waded deep in his cheeks. "I love you tyun. I want you to sleep well okay?". sensing that she was about to leave he clamps his tiny hands around her wrists. "mommy is it okay if I sleep with you tonight? I like talking to kai kai before bed". he lied, well kind of. He liked talking to kai but he was also afraid to sleep alone. She obliged, taking his hand and leading him to her room.
Words couldn't describe how safe he felt within the comfort of his mommy and heuning kai on her huge bed and fluffy blankets. "Hi hyung! are you sleeping with us tonight?". kai smiled brightly in his pink onesie, more than happy to see his brother. Tyun nods with a small smile. His mommy cuddled them both, allowing their heads to sink onto her chest. She had put on a cartoon for them to watch and all of tyun's fear and anxiety left his tiny little heart. He heard thunder and saw all kinds of lightening but it no longer phased him.
If this made him a baby, maybe tyun didn't want to be a big boy after all.
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writer-akihiko · 3 years
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Chapter 8 - Pasts [STARISH]
This chapter is tagged [#spoilers for days] due to some content containing spoilers from the Utapri games.
Chapter 9 →
Otoya Ittoki
He had brought you to a special place as a symbol of your first date. The building looked like some sort of kindergarten, with the many children playing outside.
"Otoyan!" A little girl called. The children looked at your boyfriend, all having wide eyes of joy.
"Hey guys!" Otoya did a childish pose for them. He brought your hand in his, introducing you to the children.
"This is my darling YN! Everyone, please be nice with her!" He said, hugging you.
"Otoyan was supposed to marry me!" A girl with pigtails said.
Another little boy took her hand. "You can marry me instead!"
"Alright!"
You giggled at the cuteness.
Once the children dispersed, Otoya told you about the place, "This orphanage was where I grew up in. It's a special place to me..."
"Otoya..."
"And now, you're the special one in my life."
Masato Hijirikawa
You carried your duffel bag on your shoulder, walking to Masato's room. The crack in door shone the light in, but Masato's voice from the room was not comforting.
He was speaking in a low tone, sounding almost fierce. You've heard stern in games, but this was deathly fierce.
"YN?" Masato put his phone down, seeing you at the crack of his door. "Did... Did you overhear me?"
You walked in, setting your bag down. "I didn't pay attention... You were kinda fierce..."
He held his head down. "It's..."
You motioned him to sit on his bed next to you. You held him, letting his head lean on your shoulders. "Now you can tell me."
"It's my father," He said. "He pressures me. I wasn't supposed to be an idol. He laid out my life for me as a businessman. We made a deal... I would stay here for a year and then take over his business..."
You jolted up, forcing Masato's body to fall into your lap. "You... You're kidding right?"
"What?" He got up in confusion.
You hugged Masato, laughing. "Who knew we'd be in the same situation?!"
"Wait... so youー"
"Mama always wanted me to take charge of her bridal company," You explained. "My Papa didn't care; he taught me basketball. I made a deal that if I win the nationals, then I could stay in the Academy."
He brushed your hair with his fingers, bringing you in closer. "Looks like we're in this together..." He smiled, his eyes poignant in thought. "Has your mother ever gone to one of your games?"
"Nope. Your dad?"
"Never."
Natsuki Shinomiya
After an eventful baking 'class' ー which consisted of throwing flour at each other ー you cleaned up the bowls and spatulas. You set the timer on the oven, hanging your favourite apron up.
As you were wiping the counter, you noticed that Natsuki's glasses were on the counter. Did he leave them when he was washing his face? You did throw a handful of flour on his face...
You wanted to go check up on Natsuki just in case he needed his glasses.
Eh?
Why was the door locked?
"Natsuki?"
BAM!
"H-Hey... What's going on?"
The door swung open. There Natsuki stood, looking truly pissed.
"Natsuー"
"Stop calling me that! The name's Satsuki. And you..." He panted. "Have to break up with Natsuki."
"What?!"
"Oh honey... He didn't tell you?" He cooed, stepping closer to you. "I'm the beast living inside of him. You thought he was all innocent and sweet. Oh no darling... there's two sides of a coin."
"Why should that matter?!" You said in outrage.
"What?"
You repeated yourself. "Why does having another side of him make any difference? I still love him the way that he is!"
He scoffed, cornering you. In general Natsuki was soft with you but now 'Satsuki' was intimidating you.
"You're just after his talent. A gold digger, aren't you? Dating an idol sure makes youー Hmph!"
You killed him full on the face, wrapping your arms around his neck. You brought him in deeper, bringing your face closer. You sneakily slipped his glasses on at the sly movement of your wrist.
Natsuki now pulled away.
"YN... you taste sweet..."
You turned red. "Natsuki! Stop!"
"Didn't YN-chan kiss me first?" He smiled.
You shook off the embarrassment and asked Natsuki. "Natsuki... Can you explain what Satsuki meant by 'just after his talent'?"
His expression fell. He hugged you tightly to his chest. "I liked my former teacher so much that I made a song her. Then she became famous because of that song. Satsuki just thinks you're trying use me... but... I love you YN... Don't break up with me..."
"You know what he says?"
He nods. "Ever since I dated you, we could hear each other at times... YN, did I scare you?"
You kissed his cheek tenderly. "I could never and will never."
Ren Jinguji
He had invited you over to your next date at his house, since he claimed he 'wanted to show you his charismatic side'. When you entered the house, the main butler had told you that Ren was not back from his modelling appointment.
You decided to explore Ren's home by yourself. You walked around silently until you came across a family portrait of the Jinguji family. In the centre was a supposed younger Ren on his mother's lap as his two brothers stood by his mother, one on each side. His father stood proudly, holding the shoulder of his wife.
"It looks like my fairy decided to magically appear in my humble abode," Ren whispered into your ear.
"Ren!" You pushed his body away only for him to trap you in his arms.
He smiled and let you go. He then turned to the painting of the wall and his expression stiffened. "YN... Who took you here?"
"I wandered on my own," You replied curtly, uneasy about how forward he was. Sure, you are often frank but for Ren to do so is a little strange.
"Let's go to the gardens," Ren took you by the hand. "It was rude of me to leave you alone and to come late to our date as well."
You shrugged it off. "I did not mind... I was examining the regal decor of your home."
He tighten his hand slightly. "Were you intrigued by the family portrait?"
"Yes."
"I'll tell you of it in the garden."
~○~
You and Ren had tea together at the gazebo in the gardens. You gave time for Ren to muster up his courage, not pressing on the matter.
"You must be wondering where the lady of the house is," He said. You nodded, your eyes sparkling in curiosity.
"Well she's sitting across from me with such magical eyes..." He winked. You simply gave him a hard stare at his comment.
He chuckled, then took your hand in his. "The lady of the house ー my mother ー passed away. As well as my father," He explained. "When my mother passed away, my father got rid of anything related to her... My brother finally put up the one family portrait we had after his passing."
"Your mother is incredibly beautiful... I wish I had met mine..." You earnestly told him. "My birth mother passed away after I was born."
He took your hand and kissed it. "She would be proud to have a daughter like you."
Cecil Aijima
The two had nothing much behind your pasts that would shock the other in all honesty. It didn't surprise you that he was a prince, especially with the way he acts.
The main reason was Cecil being so honest with you. You had mentioned one thing to Cecil which you think he didn't understand. It was the fact your family was a yakuza group.
You were inspired to pursue theatre by your cousin, who currently is doing acting in Mankai Theatre.
Cecil unfortunately found out when bodyguards tailing you two nabbed him and interrogated him. Much less to say, there was nothing tragic in the past to harm your relationship. Well... with the exception of your cousin.
Syo Kurusu
He confessed his past in an... unexpected way. Your family called him to confess his past ー with several spears at his neck ー which he complied with.
"I have a twin brother, mother and father. My mother is an orchestra conductor and my father is a stylist. I was born with a heart condition andー" He panicked as the blade reached closer. "I will give YN no harm; please let me go." He pleaded.
"Grandpa, please let him go. He does no harm..." You said, on your knees. "Syo even swore to wait for me."
"Release him."
After comforting Syo, he swore to never break his promise. "I won't let them kill you," You told him.
Tokiya Ichinose
You had asked Tokiya to assist you in cleaning your room since you were moving dorms. As you cleaned through your closet, Tokiya took off the photos that hung on your wall. One particular photo was of you sitting in the middle of many men.
"Are these your relatives?" He asked.
"My brothers..." You said. "There's 10 of them."
He seemed surprised. "I hope I meet them someday... How did your mother manage that?"
You shook your head. "They're my foster brothers. Actually, we're all adopted. My dads adopted all of us from the streets separately."
"I'm sorry to say..." He said. "Please stop me if I'm getting too deep. Did you know your parents?"
You shook your head again. "I'm a dumpster baby. I was probably the product of some one-night stand gone wrong."
Seeing you solemn, he expressed his own thoughts. "I know how it feels to not be wanted to say the least. My parents divorced and they never supported my idol career."
You were shocked. "You're pretty good though at the whole idol thing." You remembered those times watching Tokiya practice.
"You're a pretty good mangaka yourself," He said. "I hope I meet the respectful men who raised you."
You smiled. "Alright! These boxes won't move themselves!"
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Based on this prompt by @bunny-lou https://bunny-lou.tumblr.com/
Coco Fanfic Prompt
When Ernesto Dela Cruz first hears Miguel is his great-great-grandson, his face lights up. He takes Miquel everywhere and introduces him to everyone, going on and on about his living great-great-grandson who is a musician and has a dimple on only one cheek.
He gave up his family in life so that he could have fame and Ernesto always wondered what it would be like to have a child he could bond with. Of course, millions of people looked up to him and loved him, but Ernesto never had a family that was his.
When it comes time to send Miguel back home, Ernesto isn’t so sure he can part with the only family he’s ever had. And when the truth about Hector comes out, Ernesto can’t let his (great-great-)grandson think he’s some villain! He just met Miquel tonight, he can’t lose the boy and his love so quickly.
It is decided then! Miguel will stay in the Land of the Dead with Ernesto, no matter how much he wants to return home to his living family. He will live with Ernesto, no matter how much he fights it. He will be the perfect grandson, no matter how much he grows to hate Ernesto.
Cue Ernesto having no idea how to love another human and this desire for a family becomes an obsession to make sure Miquel will never leave him.
Meanwhile, Imelda and crew are running around trying to find him, Hector just wants the best for Miguel despite his fading and the entire Land of the Dead is on the look out for a human boy.
(Short version: Ernesto is so obsessed with the idea of having a grandson that he kidnaps Miguel and forces him to play the part of dutiful family while the boy is trying to escape.)
(I would also love if Ernesto forced Miguel to play with him all of the time.)
(And if, after realized Miguel isn’t really his family, Ernesto is so far gone that he doesn’t care. Family is more than blood, right?)
(And if Miguel’s hatred for Ernesto morphed into a hatred for music and Imelda/Hector/Riveras try to get Miguel to love music again to bring back the light in his eyes.)
I have no idea where this all came from, but a scene that made me think was Ernesto being so excited at having a grandson even though he bailed on his family for fame.
Kidnapped A Coco Fanfiction
Chapter 1
Miguel was happy. He had finally met his great-great-grandpa Ernesto Da La Curz. Ernesto had been proud of him and proud of his musical talent. He had shown Miguel all around his party to all his guests. He really did seem proud to be part of Miguel’s family. He’d been sorry he had left his family, but he had said he needed to follow his dreams and Miguel understood that. He was just about to give Miguel his blessing when Hector came in.
Hector practically begged Miguel to put his photo up in the land of the living. Miguel had been surprised when his great-great-grandfather had grabbed the photo and told Hector that he was being forgotten. Miguel had been even more surprised at how Hector accused Ernesto of stealing his songs. When he heard Hector talk about Ernesto being an old friend who offered to move heaven and earth for him, it reminded him of the movie Ernesto had been in. However, in the movie, Ernesto’s character had been poisoned. When Hector heard about this, it all made sense to him, Ernesto had poisoned him and stolen his songs. Miguel didn’t want to believe it. After all, Ernesto was his great-great-grandpa. He couldn’t be a murder.
When Hector jumped at Ernesto, Miguel was shocked. He couldn’t believe the change in Hector. He couldn’t believe that his hero and great-great-grandpa had really stolen Hector’s music. Security was called in and Hector was removed from the room. To where Miguel didn’t know. He looked back at his great-great-grandpa with uncertainty. Ernesto fixed his hair and looked at Miguel.
“I apologize. Where were we,” he asked.
“Yo…You were about to give me your blessing,” Miguel asked with uncertainty.
“Yes, uh, si,” he said, now looking unsure. “Miguel, my reputation is very important to me. I would hate to have you think…” he started, holding the petal that would send Miguel home, but not extending it yet.
“That you murdered Hector for his songs,” Miguel asked cautiously?
“You don’t think that,” Ernesto asked, trying to play it off. “Do you?”
“No,” Miguel answered a little too fast. “Everyone knows you’re the…good guy…” Ernesto looked at Miguel then took the photo of Hector and folded it in half and stuck it in his pocket. “Papa Ernesto? My blessing?”
Ernesto crushed the flower petal in his hand as he looked at Miguel. “Security, take care of Miguel, he’ll be extending his stay…Put him in one of the guest rooms and guard him there. Don’t let him leave until I say so.”
“What? But I’m your family!”
“And Hector was my best friend. Success doesn’t come for free, you have to be willing to do whatever it takes to seize your moment. I know you understand.” Miguel’s eyes got wide. “I know you will understand. But don’t you worry, after my sunrise spectacular, I will come back here to see you and we can be a real family.”
With that, security took him away as Ernesto left to do his concert. Miguel was dragged by his arms to a spare bedroom in Ernesto’s large house. Miguel sighed, he should have listened to Mama Imelda! Now he was going to be stuck here forever! He should have listened!
He sat on the bed in the spare room as one security guard stood by the window and the other stood by the door. There was no way out, he was stuck in the land of the dead. And the worst part was he had told his family he didn’t care! He had told them that he didn’t want to be on their ofrenda. He had said he didn’t care if they remembered him! And now he was never going to see them again! A tear escaped his eye. He was slowly becoming more skeleton-like. He watched as the sun was starting to come up and he could feel his face turn to all bone.
He looked down at the photo in his hand of Mama Imelda and Mama Coco (when she was a small child) and the picture of his great-great-grandfather. He thought back to that night and how Ernesto had acted. How Hector had revealed that Ernesto had stolen his songs. Miguel’s brow furrowed. Was there more to the story? What was he missing?
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(The bio says that requests are open but if they aren’t, feel free to delete this!) Jotaro’s sibling (whether his twin or just a younger sibling) nearly dying/getting severely hurt during the adventure and both of them trying to process it as best they can. Light angst - nothing too heavy around here! I’m just a sucker for sibling stuff.
Ask and ye shall receive my child.
Jotaro and Sibling!Reader
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(Had to add grandpa in there too because I love this part of the SDC OVA 🥺)
It’s so cold, but they won’t let you stay.
They constantly push you away from their warmth, even though you’re trying to fight to go where they are. You don’t want to go back to the cold that’s waiting for you. No matter how many times they tell you that if you return to the cold it will warm up again.
Baby... please breathe!
“Please darling, go back! She’s calling to you!”
“I don’t want to! It’s too cold!” You broke free from the hands trying to keep you away, crying when your path was blocked.
Please fight!
“No! Go back love. It ain’t your time yet!”
“Please don’t make me go! It’s so cold... I don’t want to be cold anymore!”
No matter which way you try to run, they stop you. You try to cling to a dress, or duck underneath an arm, nothing deters them from trying to make you return. The older one is strict and swats at you when you try to cling to his wife’s dress. Another one, young and blonde, asks his grandfather for assistance in corralling you. The other one with the scar helps the two. In the meantime you hear voices calling to you from the cold. They sound familiar, you’re sure you know them from somewhere. But you want the warmth that awaits you with the ones trying to push you away, if only they’d let you through. Maybe if you’d slap the tall top hat off the man and dodged between his grandson’s legs you’d be home free...
Just as you attempt to try, a hand wraps around your wrist and pulls you into a warm, familiar chest. You beg and plead with your captor. You want to go with everyone else, the coldness you want to leave behind is seeped in pain and suffering. It’s easier with her and the rest of them.
Don’t leave me...
“My love, look! Your mother wants you back with her. Just go.”
It’s your captor’s husband. You try and reach for him but his normally welcoming arms are closed off to you.
“Sweet pea it’s time to go back to them!” She insists, enlisting the help of her son when you struggle and cry.
“No! No I don’t want to go back! I want to stay with you!” You can feel the hot tears streaming down your face. A voice continues to call your name but you pretend like you don’t hear it.
I need you... I need you!
“Don’t let me go back there all alone...” you sob.
“You will not be alone.” She insists, and you can feel her dragging you back to that cold path.
“I love you so much.” She coos.
“If you love me you’ll let me stay!”
You try one last desperate attempt to play on her heart strings, maybe if you guilt her into keeping you with all of them... but it doesn’t work. She pushed you forward into the cold maelstrom, the snow storm howling like wolves and drowning out the noise of everyone in the warmth telling you they love you too. As her voice fades away, the calls that wait in the cold get louder and louder.
The last thing you remember is her sweet words:
“We all love you. You will never be alone, I will be with you always. I love you. You hurry back and be good! Tell your grandpa to take you home, that Granny said so… you tell him to stop pouting and make sure you’re loved... we all say so-!”
Papa! Mama! Come quick!
It’s like being born all over again. Your lungs are burning with your first cry of pain, you have no control over any facial movement, let alone any type of movement. You want to open your eyes, or at least let the tears stream down your cheeks freely. Even your crying sounds infantile. You fight the ventilator they have you on, struggling to breathe on your own even though it doesn’t feel like you can draw a breath to save your life. It hurts so badly. Everything does. Your legs, hands, arms, head, so many things feel broken or frost bitten, and you want the warmth you were surrounded by.
They’ve pushed everyone you love out of the room by the time you’ve come to, and the doctors don’t seem to care one way or another if you’re lonely. The kind voice of the one who sent you back is nowhere to be found. She lied to you. No one is going to stay with you. All you can do at this point is cry. Cry for someone to come get you and help you.
You spend the whole night and most of the morning alone, save for a few nurses that come in to assist you with the ever embarrassing prospect of changing your catheter drainage bag. Every so often, they have to clear the mucus from your lungs. It’s arduous and painful, and makes you gag every time. There’s no way you can eat on your own now. They’ve told you that the doctors don’t want to take you off the machine just yet. It will most likely take a couple weeks to wean you off, so for now all of your meals are taken courtesy of a tube they put down your nose. You’re not sure what they’re feeding you. It’s not like you can taste anything, but you sure feel the coldness going down the tube in your throat. When you whine, they discuss warming your food in the future. Like it’s an afterthought.
No one allows you visitors until you are fed and given pain medication, and then, it’s only one person for an hour per day. Your mother is the first one in, shuffling towards you quietly and whispering your name.
Holly can’t hold you like she wants to. She wants to cuddle you, kiss you, try to comfort you, but all they allow her to do is hold your hand. After hearing her encouragement, you realize this whole time she was the one calling out to you, telling you how much she needed you.
“Baby… you did it!” She encourages every small milestone, smiling and wiping the tears from your face and dribbling her own on you.
“You made it through the worst of it, I’m sure you did. You’re going to get better. And when we get better, we’re going back to SoHo with your big brother. Won’t you like that my love?”
All you can manage is to squeeze her hand. SoHo… Even the name makes you feel lighter. It’s when your heart beats faster at the prospect that the doctors and nurses usher your mother out of the room all too quickly, each one fussing over you and helping to only make the situation worse.
Time blends together. It feels as though sometimes you can only tell the passage of time by who has come in to see you. Your grandpa comes after your mother, he seems strained, angry, but he reassures you that everything is fine when you make your sad eyes at him. He still holds your hand gently and tells you that you’ll be ok. Nonna Suzie echoes his sentiments on the next visit. The nurses even allow her to kiss you, and you can make the tiniest whimper when she says how much she loves you. She says the same thing your mother did: you’re going home with all of them after you get better.
“Nonna got you some beautiful outfits to wear on the plane ride home. And we have your room all ready. I’m going to make you something special to eat, anything you want my love. Ok?”
A weak whine. Your only affirmation. After she’s ushered out of the room you close your eyes, wondering who else will come to see you. It alternates between your mother and grandma, your Grandpa’s appearances are peppered throughout but they don’t often last too long. Joseph is troubled, mind miles away now that he knows you’re ok. Even Jean Pierre stayed to see you recover. He insists that he’ll stay in New York with you for a short time to make sure you’re back on your feet.
It’s hard to measure time in visits at first. Eventually you start getting better at being able to make out details like the clock on the wall. You expect everyone at certain times. The nurses to change and clean you between each feed. The doctors to monitor your progress. Your feedings of breakfast, lunch, dinner. And your visits which are always after breakfast.
They start letting in more than one person in at a time. It’s mostly your mother and Nonna. You notice that your mother looks strained, holding Suzie’s hand and yours the whole time they’re with you. Grandpa and Polnareff come together, but Grandpa never stays long and will kiss you absently.
It’s not until they take out the feeding tube and the ventilator for good that Jotaro comes to see you at last.
Thus far, they have you on so many meds you don’t do a whole lot of talking. A few grunts, murmurs of “uh huh” or “no” if you can manage. So it wasn’t as if you could ask if Jotaro even made it through the carnage. He looks like his usual self, save for a scar or two and a cast on his arm.
“Bubba…” your first words are his nickname. He doesn’t smile. Just takes your hand in his and kisses your knuckles softly.
“You ok?” He asks.
It takes too much effort to shake your head no, so you whimper it out. He sits closer to you, Jotaro’s love language has always been his presence, but you notice now he’s trying to let you know he’s there by touch. He lets go of your hand after a while and begins doing little things like wiping the sweat from your brow or smoothing out your hair.
“... it’ll be ok.” He says.
His voice is low. You appreciate the fact that your stoic big brother wants to be near you now. After what happened both of you seem to be unsure of what to say to one another, you have a lot of burning questions now that some of the pain is gone.
“... happened...?” You manage weakly.
He hesitates. Just for a little bit.
“... They said you had a lot of bad breaks. No lacerations, some internal bleeding. Skull fracture though, but nothing that required them to shave your hair to operate. Your Stand... the ice protected you from the worst of it. It kept growing. Said that you had some areas that were frost nipped though. You have some spinal injuries and your legs are braced. They also said you wouldn’t remember what happened.”
That was true. You didn’t remember much of anything before you woke up. Vaguely you recall some little key points, but it’s nothing that Jotaro seems to want to push. He tells you that as soon as it was over, Holly woke up and your ice melted. By then it was a matter of rushing you to the hospital where they said you might not make it out alive. Grandpa had gotten on the horn with Suzie Q and Holly. As relieved as he was that his daughter was alive, he knew this might be the one chance she had to see her own child. You were still in a deep coma by the time she got in to see you. Now that Dio was gone, she was able to get anywhere she needed to a lot faster. Granny followed her, had been taking care of her as best she could when your mother nearly lost her will to live seeing you so beat up.
Apparently you’d almost died a few more times. Your heart seemed like it was struggling to keep up. At one point it did stop, and you remember the numerous people telling you to go back to everyone.
But that’s not something you think you’ll tell anyone anytime soon.
“We’re not going back to Japan now...” he says.
“Why?”
They tell you that you’re going to the penthouse in SoHo nearly every day, but they don’t say why. You hadn’t been looking forward to returning to Japan, but in some part of your mind accepted it.
Jotaro leans back in his chair. He looks stiff and agitated again.
“... mom and dad are getting divorced. The whole time you were out, she tried to get a hold of him. Jiji pulled a few strings and got through, but he said he couldn’t leave the tour now when they were almost done. Told mom that you’d pull out of it and he’d see you when you got home...”
Good old dad. You thought. You could literally be dying and he’d insist you’d be ok and he’d see you later on. What would have happened if you had literally croaked, you wonder dryly that he probably would have said “oh, I’ll see my kid at the funeral”, then probably send his regards the day of by letter.
“Mom snapped.” His words make you refocus on what’s happening instead of the what if. “She... I never heard her get that angry in her life. Called him a worthless piece of shit, said that if you died and she caught him beating his chest about how much he loved you that she’d make sure his death looked like an accident. Told him not to bother calling back, or even to expect a home to go to once touring was over. She even told him that if you died, not only was your blood on his hands, but that he needn’t bother showing up to your funeral.”
It must have been bad... Jotaro even shudders at the memory, and you suspect that the version you got of the story is the PG version. You can’t imagine what she said to your father, nor can you imagine what would have happened if Joseph had been in the vicinity. Doubtless he’d made a few threats of his own. Probably why he couldn’t even stay focused on you during visiting hours. He was probably plotting his next journey to kill your “deadbeat Jap” father, as his racist tendencies would often so eloquently refer to your sire.
“Everything’s moved to New York now.” He continued. “It took them 24 hours. That was maybe three weeks ago. Now that you’re off the ventilator, the doctors said that they’ve got a plane ready for us to medically repatriate you stateside. At some point they’re going to do more testing. They’re going to continue to treat you in home. You’ll probably need to learn to walk again. Great Grandma is going to come and take care of you too. Says she might be able to help you get back to your old self again.”
His time is nearly up. The nurses and doctors are mad dogging him from the doorway. You can already feel that it’s time to have your drip bag cleaned and to try having a normal bowel movement, and by the looks of the extra doctors, it seems this must be the day they examine you for medical repatriation. Before he gets up to leave however, you both feel the icy touch of your Stand taking hold of both of you.
Well... looks like that little problem wouldn’t go away even if Dio was dead.
“Grandpa... tell grandpa...” you manage. You can already feel the pain coming as the doctors try to scold you for over exerting yourself. But Jotaro knows. He knows you need to tell him one thing before he goes back to everyone else.
You tell him the last words you remember. Queen of Swords smiling down on both of you without her helmet or veil on. It’s the first time you’ve seen her during this whole recovery period.
“Tell grandpa...” it’s an effort, but you’re going to try to get it all out at Queen’s encouragement. “Granny said take me home... make sure... love me... Granny, ‘n everyone said so...”
He notices Queen of Swords smiling at him. She looks roughed up, some of her clothes are ripped and each correlating arm or body part is frozen where you’re injured. Her long white hair is disheveled, fallen into a half ponytail where the rest of her long tresses trail down her back. But she looks happy, pets his arm and hums ever so gently. When did she gain this sentience? And more importantly, why does she look so familiar without her helmet?
“I’ll tell him.” He reassures you.
Joseph had to have been shaken from his icy demeanor, because by the next visit, he breaks the rules to hold you gently in his arms, telling you to tell Granny not to worry. He’s going to take you home and make sure you’re never going to lack for love again.
Queen of Swords smiles down on both of you, petting your grandpa’s hair and humming. It only makes him break harder, because it’s a lullaby he’s not heard since he was a small boy.
Granny Erina didn’t lie after all, you think to yourself as you manage to wrap your arms around your grandpa’s back. She didn’t leave me, not once.
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NaNo ‘21 Update #10
Word Count: 26,082
I’m On Chapter: Four
Feelings So Far: soooo I’m sick. which isn’t surprising as I ALWAYS get sick when my son gets sick, but like last time it’s just a cold so. idk. it could be worse. but I’m also tired as shit. so while I managed to get an interesting conversation out of Warren and Scot to make up for the fact that I really didn’t want to have to worry about intro-ing these characters in this draft, I am not really at my best rn. either way, I’m progressing.
Most Listened to Song: “Hurricane” by 30 Seconds to Mars even though I’m pretty sure that’s not the song I listened to the most lol
Best Line/Excerpt:
"Okay," Warren sighed, boarding the bridge as the Setae'togun neared ———. Zac manned the helm and Byanca had control over the shields protecting them from the radiation, while Scot stood at the center of the room watching the display through the viewscreen. "Where's the nuisance?"
Thoeala snorted behind him. "Wow. Right here, Papa."
"Oh, I'm sorry," Warren said as she passed him. "I'm not the one who drank all my fuckin' coffee before I could have any this morning. If I did, I wouldn't be standing here calling you a fuckin' nuisance, now, would I?"
"I mean I'm also your child, but I think I can wear this new title with pride." She stood by the comm station. "I didn't drink your coffee, by the way, so, you know, go fuck yourself or whatever." She threw an amused glance Byanca's direction. "I don't care nearly enough for this."
Zac turned in his seat to imbue Warren with a sheepish grin. "The coffee thief...may have been me."
Warren leaned against the stabilization railing, somewhat dissociating as he jabbed a finger at him. "A curse on you, your entire family going forward, and your ancestors retroactively."
"Grandpa was pretty cursed," Byanca said. "Congrats on a job well done."
Other Notes: I really thought about using a snippet of the convo between Warren and Scot but...hm. perhaps not appropriate for most audiences.
NaNo Tag List: @ashen-crest @drippingmoon @ettawritesnstudies @drabbleitout
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I have a request for you, if you don't mind <3
Imagine, on the other side of the Kingdom, something very bad happened and it requires urgent intervention of the Prince. Diavolo is finally back, and he's absolutely fine. MC, overwhelmed with emotion, literally jumps on him, hugging him tightly, - "you're back! Papa, i was so worried about you! I'm so glad you're okay..!"
How do you think the all Obey Мe squad will react?
Thank you <3
This is cute! I hope you don't mind I twirled a few things about it. I've actually seen many people calling their grandpa papa, so I shall take your request and raise to you a bit of my love for found family.
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Diavolo The Grandpa
"He will be fine right Lucifer?"
How many times have you asked him this same question now?
"For the love of all realms" the first born snapped his gaze at your form besides him "go find something to distract yourself"
You let out a groan as you watch Lucifer walk away to where barbatos was waiting, both of them have been busy for the past 24 hours.
Apparently a rebelious group of demons that were dormant for a long time decided to act up, Lucifer has requested sending his brothers to go terminate them already but Diavolo has opted to try and negotiate first before turning to drastic measures.
"If we want to unite all three realms, first we have to unite hell itself" is what the prince said in response "as much as it is more convenient to just wipe them out, I fear it would only result in other rebelions acting out in protest"
And so Diavolo has choosen to personally go talk to the group, which has resulted in the current situation.
You were wandering mindllessly around the castle (Lucifer has brought you along because his brothers were already going insane with how fidgedy you were getting), trying to distract yourself with the many paintings and sculptures, walking in and out of secret passages, playing with the pipsqueak greed Little D (and sometimes other Little D's floating around) along the way.
You were staring at the front gate of the castle for who knows how long when a voice called out your name.
"Lord Diavolo is on his way back" Lucifer, who also appears to be a lot less stressed than when he first walked away, gave you a little smirk as he approached the front gate you were staring at to open it "and before you can pester me any longer, yes we are going to meet him halfway"
"We?" You asked
And as if on the cue, Mammon suddenly waves at you as you walk outside "Yo! The others are also on their way. But why do we have to come along anyways?" The question was directed at the first born who was already striding foward.
He didn't even look back in the direction of his brother when he replied "Since I am taking the human to go meet Lord Diavolo, we might as well give him a formal welcome"
It was quite a bit of a workout taking in consideration you, Mammon, and the others who appeared along the way, had to match your strides with Lucifer's pace or you would be left behind.
With every step closer to the destination, the more excited you became, and it was apparent to all the brothers around you.
Everyone in the House of Lamentation knew you were fond of the Demon Lord. With you showing and sending various kinds of videos, images and memes to the prince, spending hours talking and listening to each other go on and on about their life experiences, some headpats here, a supporting, heavy hand pat on your shoulder there. Yeah, it was obvious.
The only thing they didn't expect though was your reply on what exactly you saw him as when they asked.
"He's like a grandpa, a cool and quirky one"
Needless to say, Lucifer had mixed feelings when all his brothers let out various different levels of laughter (some held in and some making sure the first born heard loud and clear) as a reaction to your statement.
Since that point, Lord Diavolo has become Papa Dia.
Sure, everyone would still call him by his title in public. But in private? Simeon would be definetelly the first to just go for it.
And honestly? Diavolo was loving it.
That's why the moment he arrived at the meeting spot and you came sprinting in his direction, ready to tackle him in a bear hug, he was ready to give you one right back.
"You're back Papa Dia!"
As always, there was a few snickers at the name but overall most of them could only sigh in relief.
Diavolo gives you a tight hug, followed by two hand pats on your back before setting you down.
"I was worried!" You lift your head to look at him.
"Yeah, I seriously thought their legs would fall off solely from walking every nook and crany in the house" Mammon chided.
"I could hear their footsteps non stop in the corridor and it was so distracting I couldn't concentrate on the anime I was watching! It was insane!" Leviathan sighed.
"Same, I'm sleep deprived from having to change spots every so often to avoid their restless behaviour" Belphegor yawned.
"I tried to help them with food and they stress ate everything" Beel reminensced sadly on the fact you ended up even eating the leftovers, which he was planning to eat later.
"Me and Satan tried to distract them before giving up" Asmo added.
"So we made them go take a walk with Lucifer outside the house" Satan nodded.
"And I had to bear with them asking if 'Papa Dia' was going to be alright every five minutes" Lucifer felt a ghost of a headache just from remembering it.
You pouted at their comments
"I was worried okay?!"
"And you made that clear to all of us throughout the entire day" Lucifer squinted at you.
Diavolo couldn't help but let out a laugh at their banter. Placing his hand on your shoulder, giving it a familiar squeeze.
"It's nice to be back!"
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'Till Death Do Us Part
Part 1 out of 13
When Alex has to bring Philip to work, he and Thomas discover that they both have something in common: they lost their love. They form an unexpected bond and connection about this that grows into something more.
A medium burn with parental feelings about Philip and flowers.
On AO3.
Ships: Jamilton
Warnings: mentions of grief and death
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Chapter 1: Canterbury Bell Means ‘Acknowledging’
Alex ran a hand through his hair as he thought of who to call. Philip’s teacher had just called that today school would be canceled due to a mishap yesterday, but his usual babysitter wasn’t available on such short notice.
Maria and Eliza would usually be up to babysit, but they were away on their honeymoon, Angelica worked with him, so she was out, Laf was in France and Herc had that fashion show. He cursed, then looked at Philip to check if he’d heard.
Philip was oblivious. The five-year-old was happily munching on soggy cereal as he watched some kids show.
He was a well behaved sweet child.
Alex smiled and watched his son. It ached how much he looked like John with his freckles and little curls and in moments like these he wished the other was still there, so he wouldn’t have to deal with everything on his own.
“What are we doing today, Papa?” Philip asked.
“I’m going to work, do you want to come with me?” Alex made up his mind, he was sure Washington wouldn’t mind seeing Philip again and he knew Philip would be on his best behavior in the office.
“Yeah!” Philip cheered happily, starting to munch on his food slightly faster.
Alex chuckled at the sight, before sending Angelica a message of why he would be slightly late and who he would have with him.
Then it was bustling through getting the sock on the right foot and the shoes on, making sure Philip’s jacket was on correctly and his shirt not inside out, before almost forgetting his keys as they made their way out the door.
It was the first time since John’s death that Alex was late to work. It was only a few minutes, but it was more noticeable since he was usually way too early.
With Philip on his hip he rushed to his office where an email informed him that the meeting of the afternoon was rescheduled for now, but he could still make it if he hurried.
“Should we go see Grandpa George? Would you like that buddy?” he asked Philip.
He grinned as the boy’s eyes lit up and he bounced so much, he almost fell out of Alex’s arms as he chuckled: “Okay, okay, let’s go.”
Alex opened the door with an apologetic grin as he said: “I’m sorry, the morning was a bit hectic, I just got in.”
Philip wiggled out of his arms and ran to Washington, who caught the boy easily as he assured Alex: “It’s alright, son. Angelica told me already.”
With a sigh of relief Alex set his stuff down, not even bothering to correct Washington about the moniker, before calling Philip over to him and explaining: “I have to do boring work now, but I have some paper and pencils for you, so that you can color. Does that sound fun, Pip? Will you tell me if you need to pee?”
“Yes, Papa,” Philip promised, taking the coloring materials and settling down in Alex’s lap peacefully.
The love he had of drawing was something he shared with his Daddy and Alex always choked up slightly when he saw that concentrated face and the pencil. He was quickly distracted, however, by a certain Virginian saying something stupid and he mostly forgot about Philip in his lap as the meeting progressed.
About an hour into the meeting, Philip pulled on Alex’s jacket and whispered: “Papa, I have to go pee.”
Alex cut himself off mid sentence and smiled down at the boy: “I’m sure, Grandpa George wouldn’t mind if we take a small break to go pee. You hungry, Pip?”
“A bit,” Philip confessed.
“Well, then it’s a good thing, I have a little snack for you,” he said, as he got up, putting Philip down on his two feet as he took his hand, “Come on, buddy.”
Philip followed his Papa contently as Washington cleared his throat: “I think we can all do with a break, gentlemen.”
Thomas frowned. He already thought it quite irresponsible to bring a kid to work, but he supposed the reason must be good enough if Angelica agreed, however stopping a meeting right as they were getting somewhere was annoying.
The kid was cute though. Thomas had no clue who the mother was. Hell, he hadn’t even known Alex was married, or divorced with how he was married to his work.
Also, Grandpa George? Talk about nepotism.
He blinked as Alex got back with Philip. The kid seemed less fidgety and was eating a granola bar with little chocolate chips in it as Alex smiled down gently, not at all like normally. Though, Thomas supposed, he only got to see Alex when the other was yelling or presenting.
It was strange to see Alex so domestic. He had often pictured the other like that, but now it was even easier to picture him – sadly – with a faceless woman, which send a pang through Thomas. It was pathetic how he was crushing on an already taken coworker who hated him.
Though Thomas would never act on those feelings, so it shouldn’t – didn’t – even hurt... that much.
After Martha, he just didn’t know if he could move on like that, but he could allow himself to watch, to torture himself with what he never had or will have.
The rest of the meeting went smoothly with everyone pretending they didn’t notice the small boy crawling under the big table with play cars as he made soft ‘vroom vroom’-noises.
When everyone was leaving Alex squatted and called out: “Hey, Pip, you having fun there?”
“Yes, Papa,” the little voice called back.
“That’s great, buddy,” Alex smiled, “Would you mind moving? We need to go back to my office now, but you can keep playing.”
“But then my cars can’t go to their base under the chair and they need to, because the evil monkeys are after them and they have to go back to defend it,” Philip explained.
Alex listened closely and nodded: “Seems like they’re hardworking cars, Pip. Remember when I was working hard and then we went on a vacation to that cottage in the forest?”
That was a lie, sort of. He had been throwing himself into work because John’s death date had been coming up and Angelica had forced him to take a vacation, sadly backed up by Washington, though Alex had to admit it had been for the better.
“Yes?” Philip was obviously confused about the question.
“Maybe your cars also deserve a vacation,” he said, “They can go on vacation in my office and take a rest from fighting the evil monkeys.”
“Ooh, yes,” the little boy exclaimed as he made his way to his father, who double checked if all their stuff was with them.
When he turned to the door, he was surprised to find Thomas there, soft smile on his face as he waited. Thomas noticed and held up the keys: “It’s my turn to lock up.”
“Ah, well, thank you for waiting,” Alex said awkwardly.
“I didn’t know you had a kid,” Thomas started, trying to fill the strange silence.
“I’m not much of a family talker, but Philip is my pride and joy,” Alex told him, “He’s very smart, isn’tthat right, Pip?”
“Yes, my teacher says I’m very good, one of the bestest in class and I can already write my name. I also draw very good already,” Philip bragged, “And Papa always says I will blow eeeveryone away.”
“Oh, wow, kiddo, that’s pretty good,” Thomas humored the kid, charmed by his smile and excited gestures as he talked, kind of like Alex in a way.
“Well, bye Hamilton.”
“Ah, yes, bye Jefferson.”
They awkwardly went their separate ways, not used to the fact that one of them wasn’t stomping away angrily while the other yelled at them.
Alex shook his head, he felt weird with Thomas being nice to him. He had smiled at Philip and it was genuine, not his normal ‘I’m better than you’- smirk that made Alex want to punch him. It looked good on him and Alex hated how good it looked on him.
Sure, he’s always known Thomas was attractive, but he had a soft spot for people who were good with kids and it didn’t help the stupid feelings he thought he’d suppressed well enough. God, the other man hated him, what was he even thinking?
He tried to let go of the thought as he set Philip down with all the stuff to keep him occupied as he got to work, hoping to get his proposal for the financial planning of the company done.
Philip reminded him to eat lunch, because he was hungry and he went to Angelica, because Philip wanted to see Auntie Angie. For Philip he would do anything, the little boy had him wrapped around his finger.
Angelica was more than happy to eat lunch with them and humored Philip when she listened to his explanation of his car story line until he got distracted by the coloring place mats they had at the restaurant.
Then she turned to Alex and asked: “How are you?”
“I’m doing good, Angie, really. This is not me not taking care of either of us, I swear,” he said, already knowing why she was asking and slightly annoyed, “The school canceled last minute and the babysitter couldn't come and everyone else was busy.”
“Just checking, ‘Lex. We know how hard it’s been since John passed, we just worry,” she soothed his ruffled feathers.
Alex sighed: “I know, I know. I still miss him, but it’s getting better.”
“How much better? Not to be rude, ‘Lex, but you’re wound up. You need to get laid,” she said bluntly.
“Angie!” he exclaimed, glancing at Philip, “There are children here.”
“Yes, and he’s been too focused on his drawing for the past five minutes to pay attention to us,” she rolled her eyes, “But I’m assuming that’s a no to the getting laid.”
“I’m too old for casual hook-ups, Angelica,” he told her, “If I’m going back into dating, I’m going to look for something serious. But no one is looking for a widower in his thirties with a five-year-old kid. And I can’t commit to someone who isn’t going to commit to Pip. He doesn’t need that.”
Angelica nodded: “You’re right, just try not to turn into a sad lonely old man.”
“Like you’re becoming a lonely old woman?” he teased.
“Alexander!” she swatted him lightly.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, you’re as radiant as ever, a beacon of beauty and youth,” he retracted his statement with a grin.
“That’s better,” she grinned back.
“Papa, I finished my drawing,” Philip interrupted the two adults, almost spilling his drink when he proudly held up his place mat.
Alex smiled: “That’s beautiful, Pip. Want to take it home tonight?”
“Oh, can I?” the boy asked.
“Of course, buddy,” Alex ruffled his hair, carefully putting the drawing in his briefcase with his other papers, so that he could hang it on the art wall.
They returned to the office and said their goodbyes to Angelica, before Alex got back to work.
It was quiet for a while, then Philip said: “Papa, I’m bored, can I walk around? I can go to Auntie Angie? I promise not to dis- dis- bother other people.”
“Disturb?” Alex asked.
Philip nodded that it was the right word, then asked: “Please, Papa. I promise I’ll be good. I know where Auntie Angie is and if I can’t find you I’ll go to Grandpa George after.”
The boy put on his best puppy eyes, which he had inherited from John, and Alex had never managed to say no to those eyes, so he relented: “Be back in an hour okay? That’s when that big arm is at the four, alright? Be sure to tell Auntie Angie.”
“Alright, Papa!” the boy said, already bouncing out his office with the pent up energy of a small child who had sat for nearly the entire day.
Alex smiled and watched him go. He contemplated getting up to check if Philip made it down the hall alright, but stopped himself.
A memory flashed through his minds eye of John holding a baby Philip and smirking: “You can’t always be there, ‘Lexi. You gotta let him be his own man at some point.”
“But he’s a baby,” he had protested at the time.
John had leaned forwards and kissed his nose: “But he won’t be forever, he’s gotta grow up just like you did. Ain’t nothing wrong with a bit of independence, sweetheart. Letting go is good at some point, just start small.”
He could let go.
Walking down the hall of the office to an adult he knew wasn’t the ultimate danger Philip would face, this was good. A small start just like John had said.
So, with reluctance he focused back on his work and easily got into the zone again as he did. It was easy to loose himself into his work. He was sure that if Philip hadn’t been there, he would have worked himself to death.
Meanwhile Philip walked down the hall, skipping and jumping just because he could and wanted to. He was really planning on visiting Auntie Angie, but he’d already seen her at lunch, so when he saw something more interesting, he stopped.
It was the Mister from before, Jeff- something, it was a long name and Philip hadn’t been paying attention, though he recalled it being a familiar name. He felt bad now, the man had seemed impressed with him.
Maybe he would want to play with him? But he’d promised Papa not to disturb the other people.
Apparently he’d been standing in the man’s doorway long enough for him to notice and ask him if he needed anything and where his Papa was.
“Papa said I could go walk around a bit,” he told the man, “My cars are on vacation and it’s a bit boring and I don’t feel like coloring. Do you like cats, Mister?”
It seemed the man was startled by his sudden change of topic, but he smiled easily and said: “You can call me Thomas.”
“Okay, Mr. Thomas,” Philip nodded, “Do you like cats?”
With Mr. Thomas not actively telling him to go away, Philip decided it was safe to enter the office and Mr. Thomas just pointed at a chair for him to sit in, so he did. He looked at Mr. Thomas awaiting his answer.
“Sure,” he said, “Why do you ask, kiddo?”
Philip shrugged: “Uncle Laf calls Papa petit lion and Uncle Herc explained to me that it’s a type of cat. Auntie Eliza and Auntie Maria wanteda cat, but Auntie Angie is allergic to them, so she doesn’t agree. But Grandpa George and Grandma Martha have cat, though Papa doesn’t like him very much, even though he likes other cats. So I wondered what you thought about cats.”
“Well, I think cats are nice,” Mr. Thomas said.
“Do have a cat?” Philip asked.
Thomas gave up any pretense of work, he hadn’t wanted to do anything anyway and the kid was way more interesting. He shook his head: “No, my friend, Jemmy, is allergic too and I like having him come to the house.”
“Can’t do that if there’s a cat,” Philip said, nodding his head sagely as if he had all the wisdom in the world.
“Yeah,” Thomas laughed at the display, then said: “I don’t know if sitting in my office is going to be very entertaining, kiddo. I don’t really have toys lying around.”
“That’s alright,” Philip said, “You’re Jeff-” he hummed trying to find the name, “Jefferson?” he suddenly remembered, but he didn’t sound very certain.
Thomas nodded: “Yeah, Thomas Jefferson. Why?”
“Papa talks about you lots,” Philip confided in him, recalling why the name was familiar, “He says you’re a meanie, but I think you’re nice, Mr. Thomas. I think Papa does too, he just don’t wanna say it. He says you’re smart, he only says that about Auntie Angie.”
God, the secrets this kid had from Alex ranting at him would be enormous, but Thomas wasn’t going to interrogate a kid about what his father thought of him. A small part of him, however, preened slightly at the indirect compliment from Hamilton.
He pushed the thought down, the man was married and had kids.
“I don’t know, kiddo. Me and your Papa are,” he hesitated, how do you tell a kid that the most talking you do with his father is yelling insults at each other, “We’re not the best buddies,” he finished lamely.
“That’s sad, I think you and Papa would get along greatly. I like you and Papa says I have good taste,” the kid sounded proud of that and Thomas couldn't help but smile, “I think you have good taste too, Mr. Thomas.”
“Really?” Thomas asked curiously.
“Yes, I like your flowers,” Philip pointed to the vase Thomas had filled on a whim, because he’d been sad a few days ago.
“Thanks, kiddo. They’re Canterburybells,” he said, then had a bright idea, “Hey, since you and I have such fantastic taste, why don’t you help me pick out the colors for my presentation? Then I can read you a story if you’d like. I got books.”
Philip lit up and bounced to the other side of the desk, already telling Thomas loudly about which colors were the bestest.
In the end the presentation was yellow and magenta (Thomas was going to have a field day with that) with neon green letters. It was disgusting to look at and Thomas knew he was going to keep and treasure it, especially because Alex couldn’t say anything of it.
He had mostly stuffy old literature on his shelves in the office, but there was also a fairy tale book for when he needed to calm down, not that anyone knew about that, and he read Philip the tale of Hansel and Gretel.
When they were done Philip asked for the time, saying: “Papa told me to be back in an hour, when the big arm was on the four.”
Thomas checked the time, it was five to four. He turned back to Philip: “Well, then young man, you must be going. Here, I’ll accompany you.”
The five-year-old didn’t seem to mind him tagging along as they walked down the hall to Hamilton’s office.
What Thomas hadn’t expected was for the office to be empty. The laptop wasn’t there and only papers and empty mugs scattered the desk. Thomas quickly glanced down to Philip, who looked confused as he asked: “Where’s Papa?”
“I don’t know, kiddo,” Thomas told him honestly, he spotted a phone on the desk and mentally cursed, if Hamilton had forgotten his kid and phone he was going to scream. Though it was highly unlikely the man would leave that early.
Then he spotted a note on the desk: Angie or Washington, I don’t know which one of you Pip will look for. I got called by fucking Lee for an emergency (I doubt it actually is, but you know how he gets, the prick). I’ll be back before five, please just watch him for me. I’m so sorry.
Relief coursed through Thomas’s veins that Alex had at least been responsible enough to leave a note.
He turned to Philip: “Hey, the note says your Papa has been called away for a bit.”
“Oh, okay,” Philip replied, “What do I do?”
Philip really was a smart kid, probably got it from his dad. Thomas smiled: “I don’t mind hanging out with you for a little bit longer, but maybe I could call your mom?”
It was an acceptable time to be done with work earlyand Thomas knew Lee was as much of a prick as Alex’s note had claimed, and the man hated Alex. Ifhe could keep him busy, he would, just because it would piss Alex off.
“I don’t have a mom,” Philip told him.
Thomas knew Alex was bi of course, but with the kid he’d made the assumption. He quickly adapted and said: “Do you have a dad then?”
Philip nodded and Thomas was about to ask if he knew how to contact him, trying to ignore the pang of jealousy, when the kid said: “But Papa said I can’t see Daddy, because he’s living with the angels now.”
Oh fuck, Thomas had not seen this coming and he was floundering.
“According to Papa, he didn’t mean to go, but he can’t get back to us. We visit his special place sometimes,” Philip was oblivious to all the emotions Thomas was experiencing, “There are a lot of stones there, but we always go to one with Daddy’s picture on it and Papa cries.”
That was probably much more than Alex wanted him to know. He briefly thought of Martha and how they’d never had kids. He didn’t know how he would have explained her death to them if they had.
“I’m sorry, kiddo,” he said instead, “Must be hard with one parent, though it seems your Papa loves you very much.”
“He does,” Philip smiled widely, “He takes me to the park on Saturdays and we run around. He teaches me about all sorts of stuff, like dinos. Do you know about dinos, Mr. Thomas?”
Thomas was glad for the change of topic and nodded: “I’ve heard of them, but I don’t know much. Why don’t you tell me more about them?”
“Well, they come from eggs. I did too, did you know? Papa said he froze eggs and I came crawling out, just like a dino,” Philip told him excitedly. Thomas was confused about what on earth that could mean, but just nodded along to the kid’s babbling.
An hour later Alex stomped into his office, grumbling under his breath about what an asshat Lee was.
He stopped at the empty office, he knew Philip must be with Angelica or Washington, but with the note still there, he didn’t know which one. He went back into the hallway and saw Washington walk by. Stopping the man he said: “Perfect timing. Is Pip with you? I got called away and told him to find you or Angie.”
“No, son, he must be with Miss Schuyler,” Washington smiled, “How was it with Lee?”
“Sir, if you don’t want a verbal essay, I suggest you don’t ask,” Alex sighed tiredly. He just wanted to go home and sleep.
Washington chuckled then stepped into his office as Alex made his way over to Angelica’s office, he knocked on her door and opened it with a: “Hi, Angie, I’ll take Philip now, thanks for watching him.”
Angelica looked up from her work with confusion: “Philip? I haven’t seen Philip since lunch, Alex. What are you talking about.”
The blood in his veins turned to ice as he said: “But, he was going to you. He said he wanted to say hi. He’d be back by four, but I got called away. I left you a note. Are you sure you didn’t see him?”
“No, I wouldn’t lie about that,” Angelica said, “Why didn’t you walk with him?”
Alex was already beating himself up over it: “Fuck, I’m so stupid. I thought he would be fine, that I should let him go, be independent. I’m a terrible father and now something might have happened to Pip. God, what if he’s dead?”
“Hey, none of that, calm down, just breathe,” Angelica put her hand on his shoulder, “He probably got distracted. He’s still around, I’m sure. Someone else must have seen him.”
They got distracted by a southern voice floating down the hall: “Hamilton, there you are. I was wondering if I should start charging hours.”
“Papa!” Philip yelled excitedly, running up to his Papa, who crushed him into a tight hug with a sigh of relief.
“There you are. Pip, I was so worried. You said you were going to Auntie Angie,” he scolded the boy, “Don’t scare me like that again. I thought something had happened.”
“Sorry, Papa,” Philip sounded genuinely upset.
“It’s okay, baby, it’s okay. Papa didn’t mean to make you upset, I was just worried,” after soothing his son, he turned to Thomas and glared, “Do you often kidnap children?”
Thomas looked up shocked and in an offend voice replied: “Excuse you? I didn’t kidnap him. He showed up to my office telling me he was allowed to walk around. He asked me about cats and I just made sure he was okay. You should be thanking me, it could have gone a lot worse.”
Alex eyed him suspiciously, but was distracted by Philip: “He’s right, he listened to me back at the room with the table and I was just wondering what he thought of cats, then he let me help with his presentation and read me a story and then I told him about the dinos.”
“I know we have our disagreements, Hamilton, but I’m not going to be an as- meanie to a kid,” he said.
“Nice save,” Angelica smirked.
“Oh shove off, Angelica,” Thomas rolled his eyes good-naturedly, he liked the eldest Schuyler. He had met her a long time ago, back when Martha was still there.
Alex checked over Philip one more time, before begrudgingly acknowledging that Thomas had done him a favor. So, he said: “Thank you, Jefferson. For making sure Pip was alright.”
“No worries, man. I have a lot of siblings,” Thomas shrugged.
Angelica looked between them and smirked, before saying: “Here, I’ll go grab your stuff, ‘Lex. You and Thomas make sure you’re on the same page about this. I don’t want to have you screaming because of a misunderstanding, you do it enough without them.”
Philip walked off happily with his Auntie Angie, leaving Alex and Thomas on their own.
“Did he behave well?” Alex asked, breaking the silence.
Thomas looked confused for a moment, then smirked: “Yeah, he’s a sweet boy. Certainly didn’t get that from you.”
Alex chuckled: “No, he got every good bone in his body from John,” his smile was far away and soft, before he shookhimself out of it, “I’m glad you listened to him, he’s a good kid.”
“No problem, really,” Thomas shrugged.
It was quiet for a moment.
“Can I ask why he thinks he crawled out of an egg like a dinosaur?” Thomas asked, unable to help himself. He was just too curious and it was weird for a kid to think that. He just wanted to know what an earth Alex had told the boy.
The random question startled Alex, who laughed after a second. He explained: “Kids at school were asking how he could have two dads, so I told them that I froze some of my eggs and his other Daddy made sure they would work, before Auntie Eliza hatched him. I compared it to dinosaurs because he understands them and thinks they’re cool. I guess he only picked up some parts.”
“So, he’s not related to the Schuyler's?” Thomas asked, then elaborated, “Just with the whole Auntie Angie and Auntie Eliza he was talking about, I assumed his other parent was one of their sibling hoard.”
“No,” Alex said, “He’s completely mine and Johns.”
It was quiet for a beat, then Thomas said: “I didn’t know you were trans.”
Alex shrugged: “It’s not really something I tell people, especially with how they start calling me a mother, no thanks. Besides, it’s none of their business anyway. Philip is mine and they can keep their opinions of my parenting to themselves.”
Thomas nodded: “That makes sense. For what it’s worth, you’re a great dad. Philip is lucky to have you. I know you didn’t want me to know, probably, but he told me his other dad was living with angels. I’m sorry for your loss.”
“I don’t need your pity,” Alex bit out after a hard swallow. He didn’t need Thomas treating him differently just because his husband was dead, he got that enough as it was. He missed John dearly, but he was healing and the special treatment just made it harder.
He was surprised by Thomas’s reply: “I’m not pitying you, Alex. I just wanted you to know that he told me and that you can talk to me.”
“That’s-” Alex hesitated, slightly confused, “That’s… nice? I suppose. But you’re not really my first confidant.”
“I know,” Thomas shrugged, he seemed to be preparing himself for something, “I just know how some people don’t get it and it can be annoying, so if you ever just wanna talk, please do,” he pulled out a necklace from his shirt, on it were two golden bands, “I’m not messing with you, or pitying you.”
“I didn’t know,” Alex mumbled, feeling a bit sheepish for his earlier reaction, “How- How long ago?”
“Seven years,” Thomas answered, “Martha- she was the best, but she had heart problems. I knew we didn’t have long, but it still hurt. She was just too young.”
There were tears in his eyes and Alex could feel himself tearing up as well. He said: “The better ones always die first somehow, fuck. John- John died four years ago. Wanted to do one last tour, before settling down. They were already retreating when-”
He couldn't finish the sentence, but Thomas understood. It was weird how much it made sense that Thomas understood.
They’d always been each others equal. Both in debate and passion. They knew how to push the other and got why. They were the same, just different, so of course Thomas of all people would understand.
Both stood there in silence, tears still in their eyes, but content to just stand there.
At that point Angelica came back with Philip. She was about to start a sentence when she saw the state they were in: “Jesus, are you two alright? I swear, I leave you for a few minutes and-”
“We’re fine, Angie,” Alex quickly wiped away his tears and attempted a smile.
Philip ran up to him and with his arms demanded to be carried. When Alex obliged he asked: “Are you okay, Papa?”
“Yeah, Pip, Papa’s fine,” Alex assured him, “Remember how I told you about the missing sad. It was that.”
“Like when I can’t see Sockie at school and I miss him, right?” Philip asked.
“Exactly that, Pip,” Alex agreed, “Now, what do you say about going home, buddy? Does that sound alright? We can watch Moana.”
“I love Moana!” Philip chirped.
Alex turned to Angelica and Thomas and said: “We’re gonna go. Uhm, thank you both and, uh, I might take you up on that, Thomas. Now say bye, Pip.”
“Bye Auntie Angie, bye Mr. Thomas,” Philip said with a wave, a quick yawn escaping him after all the excitement as he burrowed closer into his Papa’s arms while they walked out of the building.
When they were gone, Angelica turned to Thomas with a raised brow: “So, Mr. Thomas,” she put extra emphasis on the name, “You’ve got yourself a social upgrade.”
“Shut up, I should have never told you about that stupid crush,” Thomas hid his head in his hands.
“I think you two would be cute together,” Angelica said, then she asked: “Why were you two crying, by the way? Are you okay?”
He put the necklace back and said: “I told him about Martha, seemed fair after the kid told me about John. I didn’t know Alex was a widower, nor that he had kids.”
“Yeah, ‘Lex used to love bragging about John and Philip, but ever since-” she sighed, “Well, you know. He hasn’t been the same.”
“I don’t think anyone can stay the same after living through that,” Thomas told her, “I was always saddened I had no kids with Martha, but after today. Fuck, I don’t know what I would have told them. I don’t think I could have handled it.”
Angelica shrugged: “It’s different for everyone, I think Philip saved ‘Lex’s life. He got up each day to care for him. Don’t tell him I told you that, I will slap you again.”
“I won’t, I swear,” Thomas held his hands up in surrender and luckily Angelica believed him, because she smiled: “Good, I know where you live.”
“You are terrifying,” he informed her.
“That’s why we’re such good friends,” she merely smiled, “Now, let’s go, you still owe me dinner for giving you private time with Papa Alex.”
Thomas flushed a bright red and told her he hated her, before following her out of the building as she cackled at his misery.
After that things went back to normal.
Mostly.
Somewhere he had imagined the interaction would be some revelation or something and the next day would be completely different.
But it just wasn’t.
They had a meeting in the morning, it was the first time they saw each other that day and within minutes it had turned into an argument.
Though, perhaps the arguments had gotten less personal. They had always thrown in slight digs at the other, believing themselves to know the man before them and judging the person they’d built in their mind, but when that fell away, it was hard to make digs at someone who understood.
So work returned to normal, with arguments echoing through the halls, which were now followed by civil conversation as they walked to their offices.
It was only a month later that it changed.
You know, this fic is getting much bigger than expected and has gotten severely out of hand. It was meant to be a cute Philip at work fic, but then I thought about past John/Alex (and not fucking Eliza over bc I love her too much for it) and now it hasturnedinto a gigantic angst pile turning fluffwith a slow burn thrown in there, something I have never written before, but I’m having fun.
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crystalirises · 3 years
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The Child of Anarchy
TechnoDad + Sondy :D
TW: Child Abandonment, Hybrid Issues, Violence, Blood, War, and Major Character Death
Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28886223/chapters/76698542
“It’s only for a day, my little champion.” Techno watched as Wilbur helped Fundy sit down on the carpeted floor, the fox hybrid whining as he reached up his arms towards his dad. His twin sighed, moving towards where Techno stood, as he lugged a heavy bag around his shoulders. Techno took it without so much as a word, his frown etched onto his face as Wilbur looked up at him apologetically. His ears twitched, flicking down as he noticed his twin’s trembling hands. In another time, he would have reached down and helped Wilbur calm himself, but today wasn’t that time. Wilbur handed him the bag, murmuring apologies underneath his breath before heading back towards a whimpering Fundy. The fox hybrid tried to jump into Wilbur’s arms, deterred by Wilbur moving away, his twin flinching as Fundy got near. Wilbur ran a hand through Fundy’s hair, “I’ll be back. I promise. You’ll stay with Uncle Techie until then, alright?”
“Noooo, I want papa!” Fundy tugged at Wilbur’s hand, growling as Wilbur pulled away. His twin moved across the room, pausing at the door frame that connected the living room to the front hall. Techno gathered his nephew in his arms, the fox hybrid screaming at him to put him down.
“It’s just a day, Fundy. I’ll be back before you know it. Then… we can do whatever you want to do, alright?” Wilbur smiled down at his son, hand reaching out before pulling away. Techno held on to his nephew tightly, barely wincing as Fundy began to claw and bite at his arms. He’d felt much worse pain than what a child fox hybrid could inflict. His twin moved his gaze to him, that smile still playing on his lips. Techno wished it were gone. “You can take care of him, right?”
“Better me, than you.” The words were low, unwelcoming as he took a step back from Wilbur. His twin flinched, but he didn’t even try to come back. Wilbur took a step back, and then another, until he was out into the hallway. There was a pain in Wilbur’s eyes, his hands rising and falling as if he didn’t know what to do. “Wilbur. If you step out that door, I expect you to一”
“You know me, Techno. I’ll be back before Fundy begins tugging at your hair.” Wilbur gave him that ridiculous lopsided smile, the one that he’d give Techno when they were kids… Techno watched as his twin turned on his heel, footsteps thumping down the hall. He heard the door creak open, but he didn’t hear it close. With a squirming Fundy in his arms, he followed Wilbur to the hallway. The sun was setting outside, the night already making its presence known by the cold breeze that flew in from the open door. Sunlight blended into Wilbur’s brown hair and yellow sweater, casting him in a warm golden glow that reminded Techno of home. “Tell Phil I’m sorry for the short notice, I know I should have written a letter before… I’m sorry, Techno.”
“You shouldn’t apologize to me, Wilbur.” Techno, despite the voices screaming at him to yeet Wilbur out the door, placed Fundy down on the ground. The fox hybrid wasted no time in clinging to his dad’s leg, Wilbur wincing as Fundy’s claws dug into the cloth. Techno stood there, motionless as Wilbur finally forced himself to kneel in front of Fundy. He could hear his twin’s whispered promises, the hope that he was vowing as he pulled the child into an embrace. His nephew didn’t know any better, giggling as he wrapped his arms around Wilbur, asking Wilbur to get him this and that and that he’ll be waiting for him to come back. He felt something sting at the back of his eyes, though Techno would never admit to himself what it was.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, my little… c-champion.” Wilbur ran a hand through Fundy’s hair before standing up. He walked out, casting Fundy one last smile before closing the door behind him. Fundy began to whine, Techno immediately picking him up as he let Fundy cry into his shoulder.
He held onto his sobbing nephew until the fox hybrid fell asleep and the sun had dipped in the distance. He stood by the door for what felt like hours, consoling Fundy each time the kid woke up in a fit of tears. He wasn’t sure how long he’d stood there before he finally turned around.
The house felt colder and emptier than it had before. He wished that Phil had been home, then maybe it wouldn’t have come to this. He let out an angry huff, holding the fox hybrid tightly in his arms. Fundy nuzzled closer to him, purring when Techno ran a hand through his disheveled ginger hair. He made his way to his bedroom, placing his nephew on the mattress before settling on the chair nearby the bed. He sighed, placing his head in his hands. He wasn’t sure what to do now. Phil would know what to do. He would’ve stopped Wilbur from leaving. He would’ve done something more than just stupidly stand there and listen as Wilbur continued to spout lies.
He ran a hand through his hair.
He needed to be strong, but how could he be?
All he could do was pray and hope that Wilbur came back…
But no, Wilbur never came back.
He’d never come back. Not for Phil. Not for Techno. And not for Fundy.
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“Did you miss me, my little champion?” His nose crinkled at the endearment, teeth baring against the man who had emerged from what smelt like a den of stone and dust. The stranger in front of him wore a dark brown trenchcoat. It nearly hung off his shoulders. He was lanky, dark circles beneath dark eyes that looked like they’ve seen too much for one lifetime. A hand darted out towards him, long fingers marked with callouses that looked too much like they came from an instrument than any sword. He backed away, clinging to his dad’s long red coat, a sharp growl rising in his throat. “Now, Fundy. Don’t you recognize your own dad? I missed you so much!”
“You’re not my dad!” He clung tighter to his real dad’s leg, wishing that his dad hadn’t taken them to this strange and foreign land. He wanted to go back home to grandpa! He felt a hand scratch the back of his ears, his dad glancing down at him with a smile. “He’s my dad, not you!”
The stranger froze, eyes blown wide before an accusatory look appeared in them. Fundy huffed, ears pressed against his head. He didn’t like this man at all! He was weird. He was about to beg his dad for them to go home when a familiar face showed up behind the stranger. A giddy smile appeared on his face, tail wagging happily before he lunged himself forward. “Uncle Tommy!”
His uncle seemed confused, but he didn’t try to push him away. Fundy clung to his arm, glad to see that there was someone familiar in this strange place. His dad looked over at him, a small smile on his face, though it quickly disappeared when the stranger barked out his dad’s name. He felt his sharp claws unsheath themselves, teeth gritting tightly. But before he could lunge himself at the stranger, his dad put up a hand. He whined, stomping his foot against the ground. He didn’t like it when people disrespected his dad. He wanted to bite and claw at those people until they apologized, but his dad always stopped him. It wasn’t fair! He was just defending his dad!
“Tommy, can you take Fundy inside? Wilbur and I have to talk.” His dad looked over at his uncle. Fundy frowned. He didn’t want to leave his dad with this stranger. Plus, Wilbur was a stupid name, hearing it made him want to bite something - preferably a chicken. He felt hands on his shoulder, his uncle flashing him a grin before leading him inside the hut. He looked around, eyes adjusting to the darkness. There was a set of stairs that led down into the earth, the stench of dirt hitting him. His uncle was trying to lead him down, but he took a moment to look back. The door to the outside had been left open and he could see a glimpse of his dad behind the man called Wilbur. His dad looked calm, but he could tell from the glint in his eyes that he was furious. He followed after his uncle, wondering if Wilbur would still be alive in a few minutes.
With Technoblade, he wasn’t quite sure how to explain to his estranged twin brother as to why Fundy couldn’t seem to recognize him. His brother was pacing in front of him, a manic look in his eyes that Techno tried to ignore. Wilbur had been fine when they arrived, all smiles and kind charisma… until he had tried to talk to Fundy. He cursed, knowing that he should have left his son with Phil. He had wanted to, but he didn’t want Fundy to think he was being abandoned. It took years for the fox hybrid to realize that “his dad” was never coming back, and another few years until Fundy had completely forgotten about Wilbur. He couldn’t bring himself to put Fundy through that pain again. He could only pray that Wilbur didn’t get any bright ideas about making his son fight in this revolution he was planning. Techno brought Fundy here for one reason and one reason only. He wasn’t going to hurt Fundy like Wilbur did. He was a better person than that.
“My son doesn’t remember me...” He looked up, surprised to find tears running down Wilbur’s face. He looked like a broken man. Techno couldn’t bring himself to care. “What did you do?”
“I didn’t do anything.” He snapped, hands curling against his side before relaxing. He would not argue with an unstable man. Wilbur stumbled towards him, a hand reaching to cling to the collar of his shirt. He raised a brow, wondering if his twin was trying to intimidate him. If so, he was doing a terrible job. Techno could even hear the voices telling him to punt Wilbur. He snorted, prying those cold fingers away from him. It’d take more than that to scare him. His brother gazed up at him, a familiar gleam in his eyes - a look of utter betrayal. Techno rolled his eyes, stepping back to give himself a bit of space. He couldn’t think with Wilbur being that close. “I cared for him. I raised him. I trained him. I held him each time he cried, wondering why you left him.”
“He calls you dad…”
“That’s what I am to him.” His twin brother bristled, face curling into anger. Techno stood his ground, giving his twin a harsh glare. He hadn’t asked to be a father, neither did Wilbur but at least one of them stayed to actually do the job. Wilbur’s hands curled into fists, and Techno didn’t miss the way that Wilbur reached to his right, as though reaching for a sword that wasn’t there. “You abandoned him. I took him in. Do you blame either of us for moving on from you?”
“A piglin hybrid can’t raise a fox hybrid.”
Techno laughed, a low and threatening chuckle that sounded more like a growl than a laugh.
“Wil… You’ve forgotten what you told me all those years.”
He stepped closer. His twin stepped back.
“Don’t you remember? ‘A human can’t raise a hybrid.’ You said it… now live with it.”
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“FUNDY!” He flinched, turning around to face his very furious dad. His dad had small scratches on his arms, blood caking his skin - though Fundy knew it wasn’t really his own. Before he could explain himself, another explosion rang out behind them, the earth shaking beneath their feet. He felt the adrenaline in his veins, the rush of war filling him with excitement and a sense of adventure. His dad sighed, running a hand through his dirt-covered ginger hair. Fundy knew he was going to get in trouble for being out in the warzone, but he couldn’t help it! It looked so fun! They were tearing down Manburg, after all! “I told you to wait for me. Why are you out here?”
“I wanted to join the fight!” He looked down at his blood-stained claws, feet tapping against the ground impatiently. He still wanted to chase someone down. “I can fight, dad! Let me fight!”
His dad let out a tired sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “What do we say?”
“BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!” He yipped happily, tail wagging behind him as he darted away from an approaching wither skull. Smoke and dust broke through the air, causing him to cough and close his eyes. By the time he opened his eyes again, his dad had moved closer. A sword was in his hand, bloodied and dripping with the ichor of his enemies. There was an exasperated look on his dad’s face, but he could only grin up at him. Of course Fundy knew that wasn’t what his dad had wanted to hear, but he had wanted to say it. “Please. Please. Please一”
“Okay, okay! Try not to die, pipsqueak. I’ll see you after the fight.” His dad patted him on the head before jumping back into the fray. Fundy stood there for a moment, marveling at the way his dad gracefully cut down his enemies. He hoped he’d grow up to be like his dad someday. His thoughts were caught off when he heard another explosion, dust tinging the air, his dad’s form disappearing into the chaos of the battle. He turned on his heel and ran in the opposite direction, laughing and jumping past the holes that decorated the earth. No one tried to chase after him, most turning their heads each time Fundy sprinted past them. He wasn’t sure which prey he should pursue. They all looked so fun to chase down… He could feel warm and sticky blood drip down from his claws, his first victim being a stranger who wore a flower crown on their head. He wasn’t sure if they were a king, but they wore a crown so that means they probably were one.
From the corner of his vision, he caught a shadow darting away from the wreckage. They were shouting his uncle’s name. He looked at the stranger for a moment, recognizing them as the new president of… well, the big crater they were standing on. His teeth curled up into a wicked smile.
His tail wagged behind him, claws itching to dig into skin. He wouldn’t kill, just maim. His dad didn’t want him to kill… unless it was out of defense. Blue eyes met him across the field, those eyes widening in fear before the stranger turned around and ran. Fundy liked a good chase. He sunk low to the ground, letting his energy return to him before pouncing across the field. There was still some semblance of distance between him and his prey, but foxes were faster than rams, after all. His legs propelled him forward, the distance between him and the ram hybrid growing smaller until he could almost hear his prey’s ragged breathing. He smiled, and then he pounded. The person beneath him screamed, trying desperately to push him away, but Fundy stayed where he was. Fundy looked down at his hand, smiling sharply before letting his claw plunge down.
His claws dug into warm skin, the splatter of blood hitting him on the cheek. He had merely grazed the ram hybrid’s shoulder, a long gash that would need a lot of bandages to cover up. The new president screamed, light blue eyes turning completely gold - looking exactly like how a ram’s eyes are meant to be. The world suddenly blacked out, his back hitting the ground. His head was aching. He looked up, the ram hybrid had forced himself to his feet, clutching at his own head. The child president looked down at him for a few seconds, before turning around and disappearing back into the warzone. He touched a hand to his head, wincing. He had been headbutted. That was okay. He’d chased down his prey in the end. He’d won the game of chase.
As he waited for the numbing pain to subside, he looked around at the devastation around him. In the distance, he saw a familiar pair of inky black wings. He yipped in surprise, “Grandpa!”
Despite the pain in his head, he forced himself to stand, making his way towards the hill where his grandpa stood. He hadn’t seen his grandpa in two years, and Fundy wanted to tell him about all the trouble he and his uncle Tommy had caused. His tail wagged happily behind him, his joy disappearing when he finally reached the bottom of the hill. His grandpa was hunched over, hat covering his face. He could hear his grandpa screaming at… Wilbur. Fundy hadn’t seen the strange man since that morning when he had taken Fundy aside and tried to talk to him. He still didn’t like Wilbur. He was mean and he didn’t like his dad. Everytime Fundy was in the room with both of them, they’d only argue. Wilbur was very insistent that he was Fundy’s “real dad” but that wasn’t right. He didn’t even know who Wilbur was. He didn’t even like Wilbur. He watched the scene play out, gasping when his grandpa lunged forward, a diamond sword in hand.
He turned away.
He didn’t need to look back to know that Wilbur was dead.
He ran back into the battle, intent on finding a new victim to chase.
Yeah… he needed someone new to chase.
… He didn’t know why he was crying.
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Clarification: Wilbur abandoned Fundy because he didn't know how to raise a hybrid son. Also, Fundy was raised by Techno here so he thinks Techno is his dad cause Wilbur abandoned Fundy when he was young. Fundy is also more in tune with his hybrid instincts since Techno trained him to use them to his advantage. He is also kind of a child by this point... so his look of war? Kinda childish since all he knows of war is through Techno's stories... He thinks of it as a game, really. As for the 'A human can't raise a hybrid', that conversation happened away from the first part of this fic. Like a private conversation that Wilbur and Techno had since Wilbur couldn't bring himself to say that in front of Fundy.
Also... I'm sorry Eret and Tubbo ;-;
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paintedpeeta · 3 years
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more toast baby head canons pleaaaaase<3
anon i probably shouldn’t i feel like everyone must be sick of my ramblings by now.... but i’m still gonna 😭
first of all i’m going to start with saying katniss loves her babies, okay? she loved them so much that even before they were born she couldn’t bare to think of them suffering or in pain or being subject to the horrors of the games the way she was (this is why she didn’t want to have children. not because she didn’t like kids not because she didn’t want them not to make a statement. she simply couldn’t stand the idea of not being able to protect her children, she’d rather never have children than let that happen.) and this is why it makes sense that she has children when the world is no longer like that and she feels safe and open to the idea. (to soothe herself to sleep on the quell beach she literally imagines a world where it would be safe to have peeta’s baby like you cannot make this up. it’s right there)
i could go on and on about that because i still see people saying the mockingjay ending didn’t make sense or was out of character or forced and like 🥲 but we move we move. people are allowed to feel however they like of course.
katniss would rely a lot on peeta to help her work through her anxiety during her pregnancy. the past 15 years was them learning how to take care of each other and even though this is a wee bit different he adapts super quickly to what she needs. panic when the baby moves and kicks is quickly calmed with talk of the nursery and name ideas, getting her cosy on the couch and playing with her hair until she’s settled again.
speaking of the nursery, they decorate it together as a project to keep her busy. of course he doesn’t let her near any of the strenuous stuff but she decides where the furniture is placed and he just absolutely dotes while she fusses about minor details to make sure their baby is comfortable. “I don’t want the sun to shine in her eyes first thing in the morning. can you move the crib over here instead?”
she spends most of her pregnancies in his big shirts because they’re comfortable and gentle on her skin and also she’s a stubborn wee shit who will not spend money on clothes that won’t fit in a few months. he finds it kind of funny because she’s so petite and has been all her life and has to adjust to getting round in the middle. she’s always like “you better not be laughing at me, mellark.”
sometimes he catches her singing to the bump or just gently talking to it. “papa isn’t going to let us into the nursery because he’s painting it today. he’s already so protective, i don’t even think i’ll be allowed to get near you.” peeta is of course listening in the hallway like 🥰 because that’s his girl.
this very quickly turned into pregnant!lark rather than toastbaby headcanons im very sorry anon i just think katniss everdeen loves her babies here are more about said babies
i’ve kind of spoken about this before but on their girls first day of school they are an absolute wreck. they walk her there together, holding her little hands and keeping up with her nervous chatter and they just hold it together until they get back home. peeta says something like “what if her shoelace comes undone she doesn’t know how to tie them yet” and then they both just start bawling (she can at least blame the hormones because of toastie 2 but peeta is just an emotional wreck over his baby girl). they’re the first parents at the gate to collect her when school is over, and you’d think they’d been apart for months the way they squeeze and cuddle her. she rides home on papa’s shoulders, pulling his hair something awful but he absolutely doesn’t mind. he changes the bakery schedule so he can be there to collect her every day, and he’s never once late to pick up his little girl.
haymitch stops drinking when their little girl is born. he’s been given the role of honorary grandfather and he wants to be around as long as possible for the sweet girl with dark hair and blue eyes who calls him grampy (it’s unknown if this came from the word grumpy or grandpa or both). peeta teases haymitch rotten everytime he babysits because he’s sitting there with a bow in his hair and his nails terribly painted having a tea party with a goose like 👁👄👁💅 we had fun today.
swimming lessons at the lake with mama and papa. toastie girl is very good but their boy prefers to goof off and splash and dunk his papa’s head under. he is, however, a natural at fishing. he can be quiet when he needs to be and his nets always seem to be full when he goes out with his mama. they noticed this talent when he was just a little toddler and yanked a fish out of the lake with his chunky baby hands (peeta is like “what the fuck. what did i marry into”)
peeta and katniss sometimes quietly observe their children playing together, their girl setting up a little fake bakery and using her baby brother and the cat as her only customers. baby boy is like, propped up on pillows because he can’t sit yet and girl is like “I think i’ve short changed you sir here is the rest of your money.” he has no idea what the hell she is saying but he is living for it. the cat bolts when she tries to get an apron on him. baby boy face plants onto his cushioned pen from laughing too hard and his sister is like “okay let’s not tell mama about that one.” even though her and peeta are watching from the door with teary laughs because that’s their babies!!
the toasties are fiercely protective of each other, even when they’re little kids. their girl holds her brothers hand and walks him to his classroom on his first day of school and she’s the first one to get to him if he falls over in the yard or gets upset. one day an older boy pushes past toast girl in the corridor and her little brother is sent to the principles office for launching a pebble at his head 💀 (katniss is in that office like “i really don’t see a problem here mr principle i really don’t. it hit him right between the eyes? nice shot, kid. i mean... bad.”.)
peeta sometimes takes a toastie with him to the bakery to give katniss a rest or a chance to get out to the woods by herself, and he’s always so proud to show off his kids. they just absolutely charm the customers and also they have a lot of fun when papa lets them messily decorate cookies and cakes.
the toasties are very familiar with everyone in the memory book, even when they don’t know what happened to any of them, they know auntie prim and grandpa everdeen and their uncles.
family cuddle time is no joke. sometimes the toasties just want a night in mama and papas bed, like if there’s a thunderstorm or someone had a nightmare, and their parents of course welcome them right in. peeta always ends up half hanging off of the bed with someone’s foot pressed into his back but he wouldn’t have it any other way, and he tucks them in again when he gets up to leave for work.
also cosy naps on the couch 🥺 peeta coming home to katniss snuggled up with one or both of their babies on her chest, carefully draping a blanket over them as he takes in the scene before quietly going to start dinner.
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