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zestyaahbutler · 8 months

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amulya has inspired me to write a fic about integra’s childhood but i have no clue how to go about it. do you think amulya is a large part of integra’s life despite dying so early on in integra’s childhood? do you think integra thinks about her often as a figure of influence? does integra remember anything vividly about her mother?

Waaaaah! Thank youuuu

That’s so amazing that I’ve inspired you like that. I have gotten obsessed with her mom so I’m glad I have infected others.

I do want to give you some writing advice. Nothing spec but it’ll keep you from putting yourself in a corner. If you don’t want to shackle yourself to a plot or want to jump around to different topics, start with short vignettes!

I have done this with Amulya. It allows you to jump around to whatever topics you want. If you ever want to continue one story for a couple of chapters, you can certainly do it. Especially if you’re uploading to a site like a03, I found the series feature very helpful. If you ever want to add a chapter, do it to that specific story but still keep it connected with the other pieces.

BTW Anon, I am unsure if you were curious about this; I don’t mind if people write about Amulya. As with fanart, I am all for it. All I ask is to tag me. If you have any specific questions about her personality/behavior, let me know!

If you wanted to keep things much more vague and inspired, I would start after she died. Depending on if you want to write about how others were affected by her death or just Integra would factor in on what age you would start at. If you want it centered around others and do small stories, 4-5 is great. If you want it more centered around her and it be more personal, 8-13 is great. It would be so interesting if you also did one in her teenage years since she had neither her mother or Arthur.

If you want any inspiration, I would suggest checking out my story ‘Those That Grow In Their Place.’ This one is a small story I did about Integra and Walter gardening together.

Amulya's Role and Influence In Integra's Life

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I do think Amulya is still a large part of Integra’s life. Integra would know her mother was sick and that is about it. Amulya’s death was a little more extreme of course but it was nothing for a child to know. She died when Integra was 3. Amulya does influence her personality. They are both very stubborn people. Very argumentative. Arthur is equally determined but much more in line with his goals. Much more business oriented. Amulya and Integra are more likely to look out for others as part of their goal.

Integra and Amulya smile in similar ways. They both have a catty, mischievous look to them. Integra is very much a mix of her parents but takes after Arthur more as she grows up. Any of Integra’s soft caring looks are likely similar to her mothers. Her and her daughter share some serious eye bags. Amulya’s eyes have much darker circles to them.

In another post where I discussed some WalterxAmulya junk, I mentioned that her and Integra have the same knock. It starts out soft, if the other party doesn’t respond then it’ll become a little louder. Walter will sometimes expect her mother to come walking in when it is just little teggy.

Integra did still have Saris, and I’m sure even was able to wear some of her mother’s. Arthur still celebrated Hindu Holidays despite them both being Protestant. Integra was still fed Indian food. Walter was taught personally, so Integra would know Amulya’s cooking from him.

Her fashion does influence Integra. Her and her daughter share the same madness odd taste in hats.

She still sees her mother in pictures, a few paintings. I’ve debated on videos. Arthur is a rich son of a bitch so I wouldn’t doubt he would invest in something to film Integra. Most cameras around the late 70s to early 80s were huge and heavy though. It would be a nice thought that Integra would have a few videos of her mother. Maybe I’ll cheese it and say Arthur got early access to some nice portable at home cameras. Amulya also had left voicemails on phones in the house so Integra would be able to hear her mother’s voice. It would be simple messages. Arthur would have saved a few where she sounded especially cute and expressed her love for him. She had an Indian accent which would be interesting for Integra to hear. If there were videos of her, there is no doubt one Amulya made for Integra for whenever she is older. Her mother also left her a few letters. One for a few off hand topics on growing up and one goodbye note. She always loved Integra deeply and made sure to write how much she really meant to her even if she didn’t feel strong enough to be there.

Integra would definitely think about her. She asked her father plenty of questions about her. Arthur would answer most unless she hit a nerve in which he would redirect her to Arthur or Milana(Amulya’s previous psychologist who really just works for Hellsing). Arthur never took Amulya’s death well and was grieving over it till his death. There were definitely some days where he came off as cold or distant to some of her questions. His drinking didn’t help either. Amulya’s death definitely affected both Arthur and Integra’s life in this aspect. Integra would never understand her father’s mood on certain days or why he kept drinking when it was how he got sick.

She got varying opinions from her father, Walter, and others. Her father never spoke badly of Amulya. Often talked about the love they had and how happy she was to have Integra. Arthur tells their first meeting and bringing her back to England like Amulya was a princess and he swept her off her feet.

Integra wonders about her mother. Any child who loses a parent at a young age will do this. Some days are sad and wishing they could be there. Even she ended up crying some days and asking her father or Walter why she couldn’t be there. These times were rare but becoming emotional does happen. If she ever got into an argument with her dad, she may wish she had her mother around to hug. It isn't the same as losing a parent later on in life. There is still some emptiness but in the way she never got to experience her mother's presence more.

When growing into a young woman, she’d look at pictures of her mother to see how she compares. She may have even tried replicating her mother’s makeup from pictures. She would wear her perfume on special occasions, likely when she goes to an important business meeting.

Walter or Milana are likely the best two people Integra can go to question about her mothers philosophies. Integra’s questions would range from how she felt about her dad, how Amulya felt about her, if her mother also fought vampires, or what her mother would think of her at a certain time in her life.

Her view of her mother is very rose tinted. She does feel some bitterness for her not being there but it isn’t much. When she does learn about how her mother dies when she is much older, she would have mixed feelings on the matter. It isn’t something she would expect and she’d definitely have to process it.

Integra has small bits and pieces of her mother scattered in her memory. She does remember her mother with short hair. A really clear view of her mother smiling at her. Perhaps how her mother’s slim fingers felt when she grasped them or a short taste of her mother’s Samosas.

I appreciate you asking! This was wonderful to answer as I was able to touch on some stuff I have previously not mentioned. It’s great when people come in and do this because I will not do this on my own unless kicked into gear by copious amounts of inspiration.

I wish you best of luck on your story. I really look forward to seeing it if you do. I love everyone’s interpretations of stuff. It is always refreshing and exciting.

I also wanna share a song that reminds me of Amulya:

#hellsing #hellsing ultimate #hellsing oc #walter c dornez #walter dornez #amulya hellsing #sir integra #integra's mom #sir integra fairbrook wingates hellsing #integra fairbrook wingates hellsing #integra hellsing #arthur hellsing #Milana Spezia Deodato #aaaa ty ty ty for this ask anon #i wish u all the best in your writing endeavors #this was wonderful to get 💕#babytegra #smoltegra #hellsing organization

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raccoonfallsharder · 7 months

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bro I just had the best idea for an oc for a rocket fanfic

a trans person

for me specifically I think it'd be cool to have a ftm trans person who's had top surgery because scars would be very important to both their stories (and also I'm transmasc; who doesn't like a little self-insert as a treat)

they'd be the perfect foil for him too! Rocket was fine as he was and changed against his will much to his deep displeasure, they were unhappy with themselves and remade themselves into who they wanted to be of their own volition

there's so much friend potential there! but I don't think I'd have it in me to do it justice in writing waaaaah T-T

1. i wrote a long response to this and it disappeared wtf

2. this is a fuckin lovely idea. i feel like rocket has no patience for terran concepts of a gender binary and that one of his most important values is bodily autonomy, so he’d be like, ready (well as ready as he ever is) to form a bond with this person. I feel like there’s so much they would deeply understand and identify with in each other and so much they could learn, too, with remarkable empathy and grace

3. i know some people headcanon nebs as transmasc and rocket as having helped them get topsurgery (I sometimes share this headcanon but my nebula headcanons are varied and sometimes contradictory). obviously this is different than what you’re suggesting but i feel like they could also go hand-in-hand. would love to see this dynamic with a terran though. there is, as you said, so much fuckin potential here

4. i. can appreciate not trusting that you would do this justice. writing is already so fuckin vulnerable?? and this has the potential to be a particularly risky arena, both in terms of a writer feeing “adequate” and in terms of expressing their own experience. but i also feel like you’ve got a beautiful fuckin idea here and it’s lovely and it’s yours, and for whatever it’s worth, I believe in you? sometimes sitting in those ideas and letting them unfold, cultivating them around you like a goddamn garden and letting them grow, is really fuckin good for the heart & soul & brain. i hope that you let yourself rest with this idea for a while. maybe write a couple drabbles or oneshots. you don’t have to share them. you can take as long as you want with them. you can eventually string them together or let them stay separate. you can continue unwrapping them like gifts to yourself (and maybe other people. eventually. if you want.)

(sidenote - honestly half of my shit starts out as exercises in catharsis. my whole folder of fanfic scraps is literally just titled “self indulgence” ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

anyway you are lovely, this idea is lovely, and i’ve read a little bite of your writing and it’s also lovely. i would absolutely read anything you’ve written - and especially this.

#rfh asks #lil winged fox

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yakumtsaki · 2 years

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We’re backoix but without Wyatt for the first time since 2017💔 Jojo is fucking devastated and goes on an autonomous home maintenance spree but keeps stopping to cry:

-OH WYATT, HE LOVED TO SLEEP IN THIS BED

-OH WYATT, HE LOVED TO SNOOZE ON THE LAWN

Ugh my poor Jojo, I know what will cheer you up, why don’t we go wait for the wolf?

-OH WYATT, HE LOVED TO NAP IN THIS TENT

-Hey Shaj. -Hi grandma, how are you? -I’m sharing the mausoleum with Wyatt now, so not great. What’s going on here? -Literally nothing, even Cyneswith hasn’t had a new lover for like a week.

-Who needs lovers when I have my Dobrie?💗

I can’t stress enough how ridic this relationship is, Dobronega hates absolutely everyone including her own kittens. The fuck, Cyn, are you using the voodoo doll on the pets now?

-Of course not, I’d never override an animals free will!🌸

Right, what are they, men who refuse to immediately fall in love with you?

-Exactly!💗

Time for our mandatory ‘a new day starts’ ritual.

-Ok everyone, let’s knock this one out cause I have to get ready for work. Cyn how could you?? -Oh Donnie I’m so sorry!🌸 -𝙶𝙾𝙾𝙳 𝙾𝙽𝙴, 𝙶𝚄𝚈𝚂, 𝚂𝙴𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚃𝙾𝙼𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙾𝚆.

The kitts grew up! This is Scorpion, under him is Ermac, on the right is Mileena, and under her Kitana, who is the chonkiest one and thus the automatic heir! I’m gonna send the other 3 to live with Angel and Wulf while Sophie is at work because she throws Komei-tier tantrums whenever a pet leaves.

So Sandy is a romance sim, which I keep forgetting, and is like 1 second away from aspiration failure, so it’s time for a blind date. I spend the max amount and we get GILBERT JACQUET?? LMAO. Do you guys feel like he’s open-minded enough to date a zomb? They have 3 bolts tho, his turn-ons are black hair/green eyes so I guess that was enough to overcome the rotting part??

This is going great?? Honestly wtf. Gilbert tell me the truth, does she remind you of your mother?

What’s up Sophito, how was school?

-What the hell is this?!

I’m sure you already know what it is since you went out of your way to cockblock, but this is Sandy on a date.

-Well stop it, I don’t like it!

Ya despite what Sophie has told you, the world doesn’t revolve around Sophito Union’s wishes.

-My world does!

Guess who got fired on his second day!

-𝙶𝙾𝙾𝙳 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚂𝚄𝙶𝙰𝚁; 𝚆𝙴𝙻𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝙷𝙾𝙼𝙴. -WAAAAAH

-OH, WYATT, OH CRUEL FATE

-FUCK YOU AND YOUR ONE CHANCE AT HAPPINESS, SANDY

Ya ok I’ve had enough of this house-

-let’s gtfo, Cyn! It’s hoeing time.

-When isn’t it!💗

Huhu!🌸

-Huhu!💗

Man this place is DEAD. Where tf is everyone?

-They’re on the terrace, dumbass.

Ok that’s a lot of lip from you, bandana-bowtie. To the terrace!

OMG IT’S CORNROW DOWNTOWNIE. The top townies I wanna marry in genetics-wise is this guy and Hot Downtownie that Shaj brought from work the other day. I zoom out all happy to have Cyn go talk to him and what do I see??

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME. WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE, JACK DO

-OVER MY DEAD BODY IS CYNESWITH CHEATING ON ME IN THIS RESTAURANT WHERE MY OPPRESSIVE MOTHER IS THE MAITRE D’!!!

OH FFS

We relocate to this weird hot tub club where thankfully none of our existing lovers are.

-Oooh, Neon Vest Downtownie is hot!💗 -Fuck me, here comes the voodoo doll.

-SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND, VESTIE!!!🌸

Hehehe, ok Cyn let’s knock this one out on location because we’ve really fallen behind!

-Ya so I’ve been increasingly concerned about nuclear weapons-

-WILL YOU TWO GET A ROOM FOR YOUR POLITICAL DISCUSSION? WE’RE TRYING TO HAVE PUBLIC SEX HERE

Kaching!!! Man that was quick, thank you, Neon Vest Downtownie!

You don’t walk from the table when you’re on a roll, so we move on to this guy, who I thought was Komei’s old enemy Shea Johnston, but is actually a ginger version of him.

-Didn’t you use to steal my grandpa’s garden gnome?💗 -Oh no, that was my evil twin brother! I’m the nice one! -Aww, we have so much in common, I’m the nice one with an meanie sister too!🌸

-Now let me just channel the ancient evil of voodoo to manipulate your consciousness!💗

-Oh, Ginger Shea Johnston, let’s take this upstairs to the hot tub, it’s more public!🌸

Bro I love Cyn so fucking much, on her way upstairs to the hot tubs with GSJ she stops to flirt with the Count, LOL

-Hiiii, didn’t you use to sleep with my grandma?💗 -I sure did! -Seems like a good family tradition, huhu!🌸

-Oh Cyneswith, today is the best day of my life! -It better be, my daddy worked really hard for that voodoo doll!💗

Never stood a chance, against us, GSJ!

-Hey girl, if you ever get tired of these warm meatbags you know where to find me!🧛

Ya Count, we actually DON’T know where to find you, that was also our big problem when Victoria wanted to bang you.

-Oh, I live in the animal sanctuary! Bat section.🧛

You don’t have an ancestral castle on top of a misty hill? What kind of flop vampire even are you??

-You know what the rent for ancestral castles is these days??🧛

Good Lord, get out of here Count Bumula, you’re ruining our night. Time to return home, Cyn, great job!

I was hoping Sophito would outgrow this Sandy bullshit on his own but clearly I have my work cut out for me.

-Look Sandy, another A+++! Much better than some stupid momma’s boy baker, right??

You of all people wanna talk about mommy issues, really? Go do your goddamn homework.

Valentina becomes an elder during her favorite activity: shitting on our flowers.

-You better put those dream date ones away, too tempting!

Val, let me just say, and I truly mean this, you are a literal monstrosity.

Cyn rolls that ‘woohoo with a service sim’ want, so goodbye Kaylynn, it’s Remington time.

-So let me get this straight, you’re firing me because, and I quote, ‘You’re really sorry but you want a guy maid to raw you, huhu🌸’? -Exactly, huhu!💗 -You’ll be hearing from the labor department.

-Oh hiii Lucy, welcome, now get out!🌸

-OMG OMG HI I’M CYNESWITH💗 -Well hello, I’m Remington Harris and I’m a true professional as you can surely tell by my aggressive decolletage. -Oh Remi, you’re a godsent, I’ve been so lonely in this house with only one available choice to cheat on my husband with!🌸 -Uh, what’s that now?

-Don’t worry about it!💗

Ah, the glory of love! Cyn do you think that having both iVan and Remington in the house everyday might not be like, a super good idea?

-Of course not, what could possibly happen, huhu?🌸

Well iVan already tried killing you once?

-Oh, he didn’t mean that, it was on oopsie!💗

Credit where it’s due, this is one aesthetic af affair-

-I MEAN!

-GODDAMMIT, MOTHER, DOES YOUR DEGENERACY KNOW NO END??

Sugar you little oedipal freak, did you seriously run out in the rain in your pjs just so you could do this? Even your father doesn’t give a fuck anymore!

Finally, God decided to put an end to this house of sin.

-WHAT THE FUCK KID, STOP PUSHING ME INTO THE FIRE -SORRY, HOT DOWNTOWNIE, I WAS TRYING TO PUSH MY MOTHER

Finally the rain stops and it’s time for Cymi (Cyn + Remi, cute, right?) to defile Jojo’s wolfwatching tent. The very place where Wyatt napped??? Cyn, come on!

-It’s what daddy would have wanted, he was always supportive of my romantic endeavors!🌸

Ya I guess that’s true, ugh I miss Wyatt :(

Real talk, Jojo has been the saddest I’ve ever seen a sim be over a spouse’s death, like non-stop crying for days. I did get very emo just by seeing him sleep alone, but then he gets up and does something that freaked me out so much I straight up shut the game down..

..HE AUTONOMOUSLY GOES TO LOOK @ WYATT’S PORTRAIT. I swear I’m not making this shit up, at first I thought he was interacting with the urn, but then I check his action panel and it’s the ‘view’ thing @ the portrait!!!

These aren’t ‘real’ portraits taken with the portrait mechanic (which I don’t know if even with those ones sims know whose portrait is whose), they’re screenshots I put into the custom painting folder which I then have the sims paint, so there’s no way game-wise that Jojo would know this is depicting Wyatt. I’m also 100% certain I’ve never had another sim in the family autonomously go view a death portrait, because I would have definitely taken a pic and included it in a post. Point is, bro I was already convinced Jojo was sentient and was equal parts freaked and moved..

..and then he goes to Shajar’s portrait..

..AND DOES THIS. H E L P

#gen 3 #ts2

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duckymcdoorknob · 2 years

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After five long days! My promised super fluffy HXH fic!!!

PS: Kurapika and Leorio could be seen as dating, but they also could not be! It’s up to you! 💓

Slip of the Tongue

Ships: NONE DO NOT TAG AS SHIP OR I’LL EAT YOU.

Warnings: Brief mentions of a nightmare, H*soka mention, injury mentions, super fluff aside from that.

Prompt: He never means to say it, it just happens. He could never seem to catch himself before it happened, until the one day he truly wanted to say it.

The five times Gon accidentally calls Leorio “dad” and the one time he meant to.

Tags: General taglist! @littlebbyleesfw, @0s0me0n30, and @justanunknown.

Plus my wife @tohrusoftie bc ily and this is cute and I think you’ll like it, and my papa @lonely-occultist bc HxH

Mito Freecs once told her nephew’s friends that they were always welcome at her home. She never imagined the frequency of times that they would take her up on that offer, not that she minded. Most times she’d forget that the boys that came to her home didn’t really have the best, if any, family at all. But, she could never complain about having extra guests over to polish off her Thanksgiving leftovers.

To show their gratitude, all four boys decided that they wanted to help out Mito with the preparations this year. Killua helped her set the table, Kurapika was in charge of cooking the turkey, and Leorio and Gon were in charge of sides.

Gon and Leorio had a… fun time with their dishes. The younger boy insisted that he could handle all of the cooking on his own, but after two dropped potatoes and spilled milk, it was evident that he could not.

“Okay, so let’s take things slow.” Leorio stated, hands behind his back, tying a bow on the apron given to him. “What would you like to make first?”

“Let’s make stuffing first!” The green-haired boy chirped, rushing to grab a stool to stand on.

“Okie doke. Let’s look at all of the ingredients we need, and the processes involved.” Leorio replied, grabbing Mito’s cookbook off of the shelf. “We need… some bread cubes, carrot, onion, celery, chicken stock aaaaaand some butter.”

“Can I help cut things?” Gon inquired, adjusting the little chef hat adorning his sparkly eyes.

“Yes, but be very careful.” The older male replied, grabbing a knife from the block.

The boy watched his friend intently, taking in exactly how small Leorio had sliced the onion. He deduced that Leorio wanted him to cut the carrots and celery at the same size.

“I’m gonna go check on Kurapika. He said he was going to help your grandma out in the garden. Please be very careful; your aunt is just in the other room if you need help.”

“Okay! Thanks!” With that, Gon got to work carefully slicing away at the carrots in front of him. He was content, happily humming a tune as he carefully cut through the vegetables. His ears tuned in to Mito and Killua chatting on the couch, and he noticed Leorio, Grandma and Kurapika entering the room to chat with them.

When he finished cutting the carrots, and put them in the bowl, Gon discovered that he didn’t know how to prepare the celery.

So, he called for Leorio. At least… he thought he did.

“Uhhh. I need some help! I don’t know how to cut the celery. Hey dad can you help me?”

He furrowed his brows when he saw five heads turning towards him. Was there something on his face? Was it something he said? What did-

“Hang on, buddy, I’m on the way.” Leorio announced, standing up to make his way into the kitchen.

“Yeah, dad. Go help your kid.” Killua dared to tease.

“Waaaaah! Did I really call you dad?” Gon cried from the kitchen.

Surely it was just a fluke?

“It’s okay! It happens to the best of us.” Though he tried to hide it, no one could miss the wobbly smile that decorated Leorio’s features as he rushed out of the room.

———

Sometimes, Gon forgot that he was still just a kid. Sure, he had the stamina and power of a deity, and an inhumanely high pain tolerance, but he was still just barely a teenager. Kurapika deduced that he felt older because he was forced to grow up faster than other twelve year olds. Regardless of what others thought his age was, Gon was still a child.

And children had a high tendency to become ungodly sleepy at any given moment. Unfortunately for Gon, he was having one of those moments while he was hanging out in Leorio and Kurapika’s hotel room.

“Are you sure you’re awake, Gon?” Leorio asked with a cheeky smile.

“Most definitely!” The boy replied, eyes opening suddenly.

“Really? What was Killua just talking about then?” The oldest male inquired, seeing right through the boy’s defenses.

“Uhhh… Greed Island, yeah!”

The ex-assassin couldn’t help but chuckle, “Well yeah, but not exactly. I told them that we were saving our Jenny for the Yorknew Auction.”

“Yeah! I was totally paying attention.” The green-haired boy replied with a smile.

As time passed, Gon was meeting his maker. He did not want to go to sleep at all. The young hunter was relishing the tender moment between him and his friends, knowing that if he went to sleep now, they may never have a moment like this again.

“Gon? You still with us?” Kurapika inquired, causing two more pairs of eyes to fall upon the boy.

With his head laying on his arms, which rested atop the coffee table, the green-haired Hunter shot his friends a thumbs up. The three laughed, for Gon’s sagging eyelids brought his lie out to pasture. When the attention turned back to Kurapika’s nen stories, the boy watched his friend’s lips move with sleepy eyes.

“He’s barely conscious, Leorio. Should we let him go on like this?” The blonde asked suddenly, for he couldn’t help but worry for the little guy’s neck, and how much pain he would be in if he continued to lay there.

“You’ve got a point.” The med student replied, biting the inside of his cheek.

“If he’s awake enough to walk is the question.” Killua butted into the conversation.

“The two of you weigh like a hundred pounds.” Leorio stated matter-of-factly, “I can just carry him to bed.

The brown-haired male knelt down behind a barely awake Gon, placing a warm hand on the boy’s back. “Hey, buddy. Ready for bed?”

The green-haired boy didn’t reply. Instead, he lifted his head, rubbed his eyes, turned to face a smiling Leorio, and latched onto the older male, with arms around his neck.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” The med student said with a chuckle. “I’ll be right back.” He announced to the other two males in the room.

The gentle rumbling in Leorio’s chest, from his talking, only lulled the boy to sleep more. The older male opened the door, and quietly stepped next door to Gon and Killua’s hotel room.

“Okay, I’m gonna put you down n-“

“Noooo. Stay with me.” The sleepy boy demanded in a voice that was just above a whisper.

The med student smiled fondly, settling down onto Gon’s bed. He held the boy close, humming a gentle song.

The young hunter mumbled a quick message to the man holding him securely. “Thanks for staying with me.” A yawn followed. Then, “Goodnight, dad. I love you.” Gon didn’t even realize that he had said it, for he promptly fell into a deep sleep after the word was uttered.

The warmth that blossomed in Leorio’s chest was no stranger to him. He had felt it once before on Thanksgiving day. As he held the sweet boy close to him, he pondered heavily upon the accidental nickname given to him… again.

“I love you too, little guy. You’ll always be safe with me.” The med student kissed the crown of Gon’s head carefully, fearing he would somehow wake the snoozing boy in his arms.

———

On the off days that Gon and Killua had the ability to just go out and be kids, they seized the opportunity instantly. There wasn’t a specific thing that they liked to do, so to say, they just enjoyed each others’ company and the leisure time. On one specific day, the two boys had a mission: teach Gon to skateboard.

In their defense, Killua was holding his hands the entire time. They just… didn’t see the stairwell. In an attempt to keep the boy from falling down the stairs, Killua yanked his friend’s hands upward, causing Gon to land on his feet.

Unfortunately, he landed on the side of his right foot, promptly twisting his ankle in the process. The white-haired boy cocked an eyebrow at his friend, an unspoken check-in. When Gon didn’t reply, Killua pursed his lips and began to guide his friend toward the abandoned board.

After one step on his right foot, the green-haired hunter yelped and fell on his butt. “Agh! Killua wait! Something’s wrong!”

Killua’s eyes widened, and he wasted no time placing his friend on his back. He grabbed the culprit from the base of the stairwell, and carefully rode home. If Gon lived to tell the tale, the two of them would be in a serious pickle afterward.

The two boys made it back to Leorio’s apartment (safely, thankfully), and burst through the front door. “Hey! Leorio, Kurapika!” Killua called in a panic, “Gon’s hurt!”

Upon hearing their name, and the young boy’s tone, the two males raced into the foyer. Their hearts dropped when they saw Gon on Killua’s back, tears pricking the corners of his eyes.

“Killua, give me Gon. Kurapika, sit down with Killua and find out what happened.” Leorio was uncharacteristically calm. The blonde deduced it was to keep the young ones calm.

The white-haired boy obliged, carefully transferring his friend from one piggyback ride to another. As he sat down with Kurapika to share their tale of woe, the brown-haired male disappeared down the hallway. Leorio settled the injured boy down on his own bed, kneeling down to his level. “Where does it hurt, buddy?”

A sheepish Gon carefully kicked his right foot up with a sniffle. The med student carefully took off the boy’s shoe and took his foot in between two fingers. Gently pulling the sock down a little revealed a mess of blue and purple on his ankle. Yep, definitely just a twist.

“Oh dear…” Leorio mumbled, taking his time to examine. “Gon… it looks like…”

More tears rushed to the poor boy’s eyes as he awaited his diagnosis.

“It looks like…” the med student couldn’t help the smile that broke out over his features, “you’re gonna be just fine.”

Gon sighed in relief, thankfully it wasn’t as bad as his mind had convinced him it was. He wiped his eyes with a chuckle. “Phew. That makes me feel better, thanks dad.”

Both males looked up and stared at each other for a moment with wide eyes. They both sat blinking for at least a second, registering Gon’s usage of the nickname, again. The boy’s ears subsequently sported a gorgeous scarlet hue. “Aaagh! How do I always manage to do that?!”

The med student couldn’t help the chuckles that erupted from his chest, “C’mere kiddo.” He pulled his patient into a tight embrace. “Not to worry, son. No matter what, Doctor Leorio will always fix you right up without fail!”

The two stayed in their embrace for a while, for both males enjoyed the contact greatly. Leorio wondered if this is what Ging missed out on: the sweet and tender, no to mention accidentally embarrassing, moments. The brown-haired male soon felt the familiar warm feeling in his chest once again. When it dawned on him that he got these moments with Gon before his actual father did, it made him feel… happy in a way.

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Christmastime on Whale Island has to be Gon’s favorite place in the world. All of the townspeople get together and rig up lights on every single tree. Moreover, Aunt Mito lets him help in the kitchen. This year, his friends were over for Christmas. That meant that the boy had to make at least three dozen more cookies.

The morning before Christmas Eve came quickly. Gon awoke quite early, prepared to help his Aunt with the cookies. He out of bed, got dressed, and raced to the kitchen. Like he does every time he cooks, he placed his chef hat on his head, and had Mito tie his apron.

“Okay, Gon. I have to help your grandmother wrap the extra gifts. Do you think you can handle baking on your own this year?” Mito asked as she rested a hand on her nephew’s shoulder.

“Uh huh! I’ve watched you enough times to know what to do!” The young hunter chirped in reply, dragging the recipe book toward him.

“I’ll leave you to it.” The woman chimed as she exited the kitchen, “Oh, good morning boys!” She greeted as she saw the others on her way out.

“Morning, Mito!” Killua replied with a smile. He approached his best friend, glancing over his shoulder at the recipe book, “Cookies?”

“Cookies!” The green-haired boy replied excitedly, “Wanna help?”

With heavy persuasion from Gon, each of the three males in the kitchen were somehow involved in the cookie baking process. Killua made fridge and pantry runs for ingredients, Kurapika was in charge of the butter and sugar mixture, and Leorio oversaw the entire disasterprocess.

“Man, Kurapika, you’re a natural at this.” Leorio noted after stealing a glance at the focused blonde’s handiwork.

“Oh, really? It’s not much talent, more so following instructions.” The Kurta replied with a tinge of sheepishness.

“Oh and you’re so good at that.” The med student dared to tease, swiping some loose flour off the counter and tapping the boy’s nose with it.

Kurapika tried to look offended, his mouth agape and glare sharp as a tack, but Gon’s sudden giggling made it hard to stay stoic for long.

“Killua look, Kurapika has flour on his nose.” The young hunter said through his laughter.

“Wow…” Killua replied, “Are you gonna stand for this, Kurapika?”

The blonde looked between his two younger friends, and a cross-armed, brow quirked, Leorio. He pondered upon his answer for a moment. “Nope!”

The left side of the kitchen was filled with Kurapika’s occasional yelps, and the older boys’ war cries and laughter. On the right side, Gon couldn’t help but smile to himself.

“Ging would’ve loved you guys.” The young hunter said as he dumped the required powders into a large bowl.

“You say that like we’ll never find him.” Killua replied, looking up at his best friend’s face. “We will.”

Gon sighed, looking at Killua, then at the portrait hanging in the hallway. “We will.”

When all of the dry ingredients were mixed and ready, the green-haired boy knew it was time for the egg mixture. So, without averting his gaze from the photograph, he asked if it was ready.

“Hey I’m all finished here, did Kurapika finish his part, dad?”

The laughter and war cries came to an abrupt halt, all eyes focused on the young boy.

“Dude!” Killua hissed, “That’s Leorio!”

“A-“ Gon’s mouth hung agape as he frantically looked between the painting and a flour-covered Leorio. “I was- the painting- I… waaaaah! I do this so often now, it’s not even funny!“

“Heh, yeah. Leorio might as well be your dad now, you know, with the amount of times you’ve called him it.” the white-haired boy teased in response.

Upon hearing this comment, Leorio looked at Kurapika with a gentle flush on his face. The blonde knew exactly what was in his friend’s mind, and smiled back at him. To add even more fuel to the fire in his mind, the warm feeling in Leorio’s chest came back. It seemed that the universe was trying to tell him something…

“Hey, Kurapika… I’ve got a crazy idea.”

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As a hunter, a person is exposed to dangers both big and small. From the smallest frog, to the largest foxbear, even to other hunters. For Gon, he had his fair share of experiences from all three of those things. On a particularly stormy night, the young hunter found himself plagued with nightmares.

Dream after dream, monster after monster, the poor boy could just not escape his own mind. Though he awoke a few times in the night, he was able to go back to sleep.

Until one specific dream pulled him away from the desired peaceful slumber. Gon thought that he had seen the last of this person. He thought that he had left them behind at Heaven’s Arena, and that his life would finally be safe and happy.

Unfortunately Hisoka followed him everywhere, including in his bad dreams…

Leorio looked up from his crossword puzzle with a sudden start, catching the attention of the blonde seated next to him. “Something wrong, Leorio?”

“I thought that I heard something. Maybe I’m just hypersensitive from work today.” The med student replied, closing his eyes gently. He kept his ears on alert, listening intently to the silence in his apartment.

A sudden cry grabbed both males’ attention.

“NO! GET AWAY! LEAVE ME ALONE!”

Without a need for words, the two were on their feet and bounding down the hallway.

When they reached Gon and Killua’s bedroom, they were met with the white-haired boy kneeling at his best friend’s bedside. He looked distraught, as if he was scared to wake the boy.

“It’s okay, Killua.” Kurapika whispered, “Come here.” He held out a hand.

While wiping his eyes, Killua trudged over to the blonde’s side and held his hand. “I couldn’t wake him up. Well… I didn’t have it in me. I think he’ll be more scared if we try to touch him.”

“Hey, Kurapika, can you get Killua something to drink for me? I’ll stay here with Gon.” After confirmation from his friend, Leorio stepped quickly, but cautiously, over to the bedside. He knelt down and waited, for Killua was right, touching him and waking him would only make Gon more scared.

Fortunately, the brown-haired male didn’t have to wait much longer. Gon shot up from his bed with an anguished shriek. As he panted and readjusted to reality, the young hunter focused on the hand that gently warmed his back.

Gon looked to his left to see Leorio kneeling next to his bed, sporting a sympathetic look that couldn’t even be described with words. “H-He’s not here… is he?”

“Who, buddy?” The med student moved in a little closer, hoping to hear the boy’s quiet words.

“Hisoka… he’s- he’s not gonna get us… right?”

“No, Gon. Everyone is safe, and Hisoka is no where near here.” The hand that Leorio had on the boy’s back began to gently rub up and down, “It’s okay.”

Out of nowhere, all of the fears that Gon had experienced in his dream came out in the form of heavy sobs. Leorio was quick to wrap the boy in a hug, holding him close. “I-I was so scared! H-Hisoka he… D-Don’t ever let him get us! You ha-have to promise me! Dad please!”

“I promise you. Everyone is safe here, little guy. I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you. Kurapika and Killua are in the kitchen, and you and I are right here. There’s no one else at home besides the four of us.” The brown-haired male soothed, gently rocking the boy back and forth.

“Please don’t go. I’m… im scared to go back to sleep.” The boy whispered through his hysterics, not wanting to see the frightening face that he had just previously been exposed to.

“How about…” the med student began, causing Gon’s bleary eyes to meet his, “We all have a sleepover. We can set up our pillows and blankets in the living room, and we can put on that one movie about the singing skeletons that you and Killua love so much.”

“We can watch Coco?” The boy asked with a sniffle, bringing a hand up to wipe his eyes. The sweet look on his face absolutely warmed Leorio to the core… the funny feeling in his chest lingering for reasons unknown.

“Yes Gon, we can watch anything you’d like.”

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Gon stood anxiously in the foyer of Leorio’s apartment, peering out of the window as often as possible. He couldn’t stay in his and Killua’s bedroom any longer, for he was too nervous. The deluge of pouring rain made it hard to see, but he still had to try. Any time that he wasn’t met with the desired sight, his heart began to race as tears pricked the corners of his eyes.

Leorio was late.

He was never late.

In this weather, the young hunter could only assume that the worst had happened.

“He’s okay, Gon. The rain is heavy, so he’s probably backed up at the hospital.” Kurapika’s soft voice entered his ears, as he felt two hands holding his shoulders. Gon deduced that his friend had come from the master bedroom, where he had priorly been reading. “I promise you, Leorio will come home.”

“H-How do you know?” The boy whispered, tears finally falling.

“He just does.” This time, it was Killua’s turn to help. The white-haired boy appeared in front of Gon, and wiped his best friend’s tears with his thumbs. “I’m sure the old man stopped for milk and eggs, like he always does. You know how much he loves going to the stupid market.”

“Yeah…” the boy sniffled, “I hope he brings us all home a cookie again.” His voice was tiny, but he couldn’t bring himself to talk any louder.

With a sudden accompaniment of falling rain, the front door opened. A very soaked Leorio exhaled loudly, and shut the door with his foot, since his hands were full of shopping bags. He placed the bags on the ground, and began to speak to his friends as he took his shoes off. “Man, it’s really coming down out there. I figured that I should stop and get us some flashlights and cookies in case if we lose elect- Gon? What’s the matter buddy?”

The young hunter’s tears had began falling faster out of nothing but pure relief. He was home… Leorio was finally home safe. His best friend, his favorite kitchen partner, his go-to story reader, his… his… his-

“DAD!” Gon cried out, jumping into the med student’s arms and lamenting all of his anxieties.

“I’ve got you buddy, I’m here. It’s okay… everything is alright.” Leorio hummed, running a hand along the back of the boy’s head. “Please don’t cry, Gon. I’m so sorry that I scared you.” He knelt down, sitting on the backs of his calves, and held the boy as if he would disappear.

Kurapika and Killua watched the scene unfold in front of them, hearts both breaking and warming at the sweet moment. Eventually, the green-haired boy trusted that Leorio wouldn’t be going anywhere anytime soon, but his nerves were still settling slowly. “Y-you can’t leave, ever again. Do you he-hear me? Never.”

“Never ever?” The older male teased, gently kissing the young hunter’s forehead. “Not even for school?”

“No. Never ever.” Gon replied, burying his face into the med student’s chest. “You can’t go anywhere ever again, we can send Kurapika for milk and eggs, or we can all take turns.”

“Aw man, that’s like my favorite thing to buy at the store though.” Leorio faked displeasure upon hearing the statement.

Gon looked up at him, “Okay maybe for milk and eggs, but I’m coming with you.” The low rumble that escaped Leorio’s chest provided even more comfort to the boy.

“You’ve got yourself a deal.” The brown-haired male replied.

“Good.” The young hunter replied sleepily, a yawn following his demands.

“How about I take you to bed, little guy?” Leorio asked softly, carefully standing to his feet.

“Only if you stay with me. You’re not allowed to leave.”

“And why is that?” The med student asked, mouthing a few words to his friends, then walking down the hall to the master bedroom. He settled into his own bed, ensuring Gon’s comfort,

The boy cuddled up to his chest, “Because I finally have a real dad that loves me, and I don’t want to lose him.” After that statement, the older male was sure that Gon had fallen asleep.

With a single tear trickling down his cheek, Leorio held the sleeping boy tightly. “I love you so much, little guy. You, and our little family. I’m so glad that you all agreed to live here with me.” Leorio had the gentle sound of falling rain, and the all-too familiar feeling of blossoming warmth in his chest, to keep him company as he waited for the boy to fall asleep.

Nothing but silence filled the room as he pressed a gentle kiss to Gon’s forehead. He looked up to see Kurapika and Killua waiting patiently for him. Leorio smiled and pat the bed beneath him, inviting the rest of his family to join him and Gon.

When all four of them were snuggled close in bed, a whispered voice broke the silence in the room.

“I love you too, dad.”

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berrys-hide-out · 1 year

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A calm evening

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Summary: a calm evening with Fiona and Cylia turns into a not so calm one

Tw: Blood mentions, wound description, tickles, cat(?), swearing!

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Cylia sighed was there no other way to solve this math issue..? “Gooood…” she whined silently “meow?” Cookie asked and trampled over the homework before laying down as if signalling her owner to take a break.

“Cookie come on I can’t work like that” Cylia huffed a chuckle yet gasped rather suddenly when she felt arms wrap around her torso and a head rested on her shoulder, right next to her ear.

“Math..?” Her roommate asked making Cylia let out an exaggerated sigh “yes…” Fiona hummed and about to threw cookie onto Cylias lap.

“Let’s see..” she said and moved closer to look over her shoulder. “A-Ah.. Fiona?” Cylia asked as a soft blush rose on her cheeks. God she’s close!

Close she was but Fiona didn’t seem to notice at all which either meant Fiona was extremely tired or extremely determined to help Cylia.

Probably a mixture of both Cylia figured with a very sure look in her eyes.

“Here look.” Fiona suddenly said tapping the pencil on the paper. “Hmm..?” “If you first get the solution in the bracket, then you can multiply it by the number in front of it.. you can leave the pure number there and throw the letter over to the other side, then you divide the number by the letter number and you’re through the problem.”

She explained rashly but Cylia understood what she meant as Fiona wrote everything down in a neat manner. “Thanks Fiona…” Cylia murmured as she was back on track now.

Fiona looked at her in surprise which Cylia didn’t see- not that the younger wasn’t glad for that. She smiled and retracted herself, walking out of the room.

A little later Cylia was done with the problems and send them over to her teacher. “Waaaaah~ done!” She chuckled before a sweet scent entered her nose.

She rose up from her chair and followed the sweetness, ending up in the kitchen. Fiona was cutting up blueberry cake “oh!” She whispered when she had turned to the other “are you done?” Cylia chuckled “yeah thanks for the help” she nodded and walked towards her. Fiona hummed “no problem, I made some cake while you were learning an- h-huh?”

Cylia hugged the smaller, holding her head to her chest and her other hand rested on the youngest shoulder.

“Are you alright Cyl?” Fiona asked with a light smile “yeah I’m fine..” the taller murmured into her roommates head.

Fiona chuckled “have some cake will you? I’m gonna lay down” Cylia hummed in agreement before taking some cake.

Yet when Cylia went to Fiona’s room she wasn’t even inside! So much for laying down that liar.. “Fiona?” The older called through their shared home without luck. “Fiona?” She asked and poked her head into their garden, finding the girl there

Bow and arrow in hand as she elegantly stood there, hair open and waved in the soft wind, the weapon and her eyes were glaring at their ‘prey’

She let go.

Bullseye.

“Yes!” Fiona hissed and lowered the bow.

“Fiona” Cylia called from the door “get inside it’s getting dark and you’ll catch a cold you moron!” Fiona huffed and pouted “alright alright!” She answered in defeat and went to collect her arrows.

The two got ready for bed and Cylia was the first in bed, which was rather unusual as Fiona was usually the one too tired to do anything.

A loud clang followed by a thud made Cylia shoot up from her bed and rush into the main room “FIENE?!” She yelled letting herself Slide Over the wooden floor.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to wake up up” the girl said with a light blush. Cylia frowned and walked towards her “geez your hand is bleeding! What happened?!” The older of the two asked a little desperate.

Fiona “a-ah.. it’s nothing really- I’ll get it patched up no problem” she smiled in a reassuring manner making Cylia scowl “not until you tell me what happened.” “Come on! As if that’s so important, what happened happened, come on you can’t actually make me wait to patch it up!” Fiona whined the last part and yanked her hand out of Cylias.

The elder sighed “what do you need?” Fiona looked at her blood covered hand “The first aid…?” She whispered with a tiny unsure smile “the- alright fine..” Cylia sighed and stood up walking to true bathroom.

Once back she found Fiona work with her wound. “Alright I’m back.” Cylia said and placed the first aid on the table, finding blood covered splinters of what seems to have been a plate.

Had she really missed the broken plate on the ground when she noticed Fiona was hurt..? Cylia looked over and yes. There it was.

“Doesn’t that hurt..?” Cylia asked the smaller. “I mean.. I won’t lie it’s not pleasant.” She plainly answered before flinching when she got out the last of the shards.

“Thanks for bringing it” Cylia sighed and took a seat “what were you doing anyways?” “Putting away the dishes” Cylia felt her eye twitch “at nine?!” Fiona pouted “I wouldn’t have needed to do them if you had just done as I asked!” Cylias eyebrows raised “the dishes can wait until tomorrow!”

Fiona frowned “they cannot, we are having guests over tomorrow morning remember?” She scowled at the pain as she held the alcohol pad to it to clean the ends.

“Shit shit shit shit!” Fiona suddenly exclaimed rather loudly before flexing her injured hand. “Are you okay..?” Cylia asked a Little amused “yes im Fine!” Fiona wheezed out and finally placed the cream and the bandages.

“Damn it..” she sighed when she was done and cleaned up the first aid. “WOAH-!?” She yelped when she was picked up from the ground “C-Cylia let me down!” The smaller squirmed yet her right, injured hand wasn’t doing anything

“We are going to bed if you want to or not!” Cylia announced and threw her over her shoulder. “Oi! You moron let me down! We still have shards to clean up! And the blood on the ta-HAHahaha quit ihit!” Fiona abruptly giggled when Cylia squeezed her side.

“You’re the moron for spending your energy on stuff you don’t need to do!” Cylia sighed before entering her roommates room and throwing her onto her bed “Cyl- wait we caHAhahAh~”

Fiona subdued into soft titters in no time as Cylias digits skimmed along her bare sides and ribs. “I’m going to teach you your own lesson then.” Cylia grinned “first..” Fiona squealed when her upper stomach was targeted “dont do the others tasks unless they ask for help or it is to fasten the time.”

“BUhuhUHUhut iHIHIt waHAhas neHEheHEEDEd! CYHyl!” Cylia raised an eyebrow “no it was not, they’re not here until 9 am and you and I are awake at seven latest.”

Cylia huffed a smile at the girl underneath her. She doesn’t quite look or act the part but she was immensely weak to tickles. The girl was trembling underneath each touch while she sometimes lost strength.

Seemingly not today though as even her right hand came to fend her off.

Cylia grabbed it “careful Fiene, we don’t want you to get hurt even worse” she smirked and raised the hand above her head “w-wait Cyliaha- HA! BWAHAHAHA~” Fiona squealed again as Cylias pointy nails scribbled over her soft stomach.

“Now second lesson was-“ “DOHOHON’T HUHURT YOUHUHURSEHEHELF!” Fiona interrupted “exactly and what did you do?” “IHIT WAHAHAS AHAN AHACCIDENT! PLEHEHEASE CYHYHYLIAHAH~”

Fiona bucked and squirmed left to right as her stomach was brutally scribbled over without a show of mercy.

“Hmpf then you have to be more careful!” A sly grin spread across Cylias features “just how you so brutally tickle attack me and tell me to watch out whenever I run into something!”

Fiona laughed even more at that and a snort escaped her, the youngest tapped out shortly after.

Cylia chuckled at the disheveled hair, blush was, lightly red stomach and ears. Fiona giggled and even when she was let up her right hand stayed over her head. “Ahahand thihird; respect eheach others lihimits”

Cylia chuckled before laying down on her and flipping off to the side, keeping her in her grasp. “I’ll clean the mess up, don’t make a move out of bed, you hear me?” She asked sternly- yet the amusement was still in the air as the giddy atmosphere hardly faded.

“Hmmm~ if I don’t listen you can’t quite stop me right?” She asked before yelping as Cylia jumped onto her and stretched both of Fiona’s hands over her head and getting dangerously close to her hips “wait! Wahait okay I got it! I got it! - CYL!” She squealed and squeezed her eyes shut when the hand shot down-

yet nothing happened.

Fiona opened an eye meeting a sly smirk and the playful eyes of her roommate. “Tsk! You fucking moron!” She cursed and kicked her off as her blush gained a crimson red.

“Hahaha! Sorry Fiene!” “It’s Fiona you jerk!” Cylia laughed and quickly stood up- one pillow after another following her out of the room.

“NIGHT FIENE!” “NIGHT LIA!” Cylia stopped in her tracks and looked at Fiona who held a proud grin. “Pfff alright good night”

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#yuki talks #my oc’s #cookie #cylia #Fiona #Fiene jokes #TW blood mention #Lee!Fiona #Ler!Cylia #oc

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vampireloverz · 2 years

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kratos with the CORNIEST wife in history. for in the negative dad jokes, she takes up with eye twitching mom jokes. especially while shes preg with artreus, kratos cannot make an annoyed face at her jokes to try and not get whiplash at her reaction. faye cheering him on with cheesy jokes from the sidelines as he fights off enemies for her.

" do not make jokes while i am in combat. "

" youre lucky your shimmering personality is charming enough to be that serious, dear. "

kratos with a preg wife as well. not staying away from the cabin so long to return to her. getting her eccentric new tastes. cooking for her, massaging her sore legs. being worrysome and paranoid, but in good intentions.

" let me go out with you, faye. "

" kratos, honey, im just going out to the garden. not across the land. "

hes my little blorbo and i want to occupy his space all the time also faye is just a nickname here

no i literally think abt how kratos was during faye’s pregnancy like. so often AAAAAAAH you know he’s overprotective as fuck… and he pretends not to like your silly jokes and corniness but you both know he loves it…… i also wanna occupy his space and annoy him all the time waaaaah 😭

#kratos pinches ur cheek lightly when u make a dumb joke…….. i want to give him babies…#from: pudb1e #📝 — asks

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ljfoxie · 2 years

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So the projects...

...Dijon gets to work on fixing that leak!

He then gives it a good scrub down before he sells it! The family are still struggling with money but with the teenagers having part time jobs and Scarlet working her way up the politics ladder, that should soon be a thing of the past!

I’m not sure whether he’s testing out his work or if he really needed a bath! Either way, he’s not shy, he doesn’t mind stripping off out in the garden that’s for sure!

A man and a child come by and they’re interested in Dijon’s bath...

MAN: How much?

DIJON: Not for sale!

LITTLE BOY: Waaaaah daddy I want the bath!

DIJON: Not for children!

So this explains why he refused a sale, he’s being rebellious!

DIJON: That kid would not appreciate my beautiful bath, nope!

Okay? I ended up selling both in build mode anyway. That dirty sideboard wasn’t going to clean up at all!

So Scarlet earns another promotion and decides to join the Politician branch! She toyed with Charity Organiser, but...meh!

Level 5 baby! Civil Servant!

And now it’s time to go out and grovel get votes!

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#notsoberry #ts4 not so berry challenge #ts4 not so berry #ts4 nsb #sims 4 not so berry challenge #sims 4 not so berry #sims 4 nsb #the sims 4 not so berry challenge #the sims 4 not so berry #the sims 4 nsb #not so berry challenge #not so berry #nsb #nsb Rose #nsb gen 2 #Scarlet Rouge #Dijon Dior

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aaternum-a · 2 years

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" if... if w-we c-could live together, a-away from our lives as— a-as they are now, w-where would we live? i fancy l-living in— i-in th-the forest, among the t-trees, the w-w-wildflowers, a-and anything else i could grow. we could have o-our o-own fruit and v-vegetable garden. " the faerie princess speaks dreamily as she lays in ryu's arms. the inn room is dimly lit, but she's comforted by the faint candlelight and the dancing of shadows on the walls, as well as the moonlight pouring in through the window. her hand strokes ryu's arm, a soft sigh leaving agatha as she shifts to look up at her, a small smile on petal-soft lips. " m-m-maybe w-we could live by the sea, or another kingdom e-entirely. really, i— i w-w-would b-be happy anywhere, s-so long as we're t-together. " it seems impossible, but she can dream, can't she?

There's a reason poets write about love as the devout speak of prayer; like a religion they hope to never fall out of grace from. It made little sense before, but Agatha's form nestled within her arms is all the understanding she needs. And maybe that's why (despite the hundreds of ways she'd imagined a life outside the kingdoms walls) this bed that was not her own, felt like it could be home. In all it's quaint, unadorned glory, the wood of the frame chipping in overuse. She languidly watches the open curtains rise and fall with passing winds, idly running her palm down the length of Agatha's hair. It would be easy to shed themselves of responsibility and spend ages in this inn's room, but that was an idea removed from reality. Maybe more so than a cottage deep in the forest and a garden bordered by the river.

She hums, low and soft, the corners of her lips pulling into a tender smile as Agatha meets her gaze. " We could go anywhere. Get a map and ride our horses right off it's edge where we can start our own kingdom. " Her nimble digits root against her lovers cheeks, gently tugging her closer to kiss the crown of her head, " Could you imagine us farmers? The best in town. A town where no one knows our names or cares when we trek back to our little cabin in the woods. " A slow sigh spills from her lips, teal hues alit as she goes on about this fabricated life they could live. The one where they didn't part ways when dawn tucked the moon away; where they hadn't a need to speak through letters and meet in guise. It sounds so simple, the idea of never returning— such a scary thing love could be—willing to throw away an entire life. What would her brother think? Her mother? Did their opinion of it truly matter? What would she think? The words nearly spill from her mouth, so innocently poised, but she bites her tongue in restraint, " Next time, I'll come with a map, drawn by the kingdom's finest cartographer. And I'll tell them to find me where they've never gone and we'll go there. " A pause, but not long enough to allow for interjection.

" To visit. No good kingdom starts in questionable land. " Laughter billows from her throat, " I won't rest until I've found you the most wonderful of places to start our very own garden. What do you think? " @flcwerborne

#flcwerborne #— v. regis felia ( ❛ i've got an empty crown. )#WAAAAAH #one day they'll have their cottage in the forest with a garden they've built and loved just for them #( agatha/ryu tbt)

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tickly-trashcan · 2 years

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Kamisato Housekeeper {Thomato}

A/N: ahhh thank you so so much for the prompt!!!! I haven’t written for these two together yet (aside from that little ask a bit ago) AND IT WAS SO FUNNNN omg i think they’re a new otp for me bc honestly i loved writing this waaaaah! I hope you enjoy and have a lovely day and stay hydrated!! :DD

Summary: Ayato and Thoma are playing a game of shogi when Ayato decides to play something new.

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It was quiet in the Kamisato Estate. Ayaka had gone into town with the Traveler and Paimon to do some sightseeing, leaving Thoma behind. He didn’t mind, though, and used the time he had to work on some of his housekeeping chores.

He was helping prune some of the garden when he heard some footsteps on the gravel behind him. He turned, about to greet them when he realized it was none other than Ayato, who greeted him with a smile. Thoma fumbled slightly, making Ayato chuckle before he stood up straight.

“Good morning, my lord! How are you?”

“I’m rather well, thank you. The Yashiro Commission’s work has been rather lax as of late,” He said, looking behind Thoma at the bush he had been fixing up. He smiled, turning his gaze back to Thoma.

“I see your work has been keeping you busy enough. Would you care for a break? I’ve been wanting some tea.”

Thoma nodded, smiling brightly. “Of course! What kind of tea can I get you?”

Ayato hummed thoughtfully, hand on his chin. “The milk tea around Hanamizaka is rather good, but it’s quite a far walk just for tea… How about you brew some for us and I’ll set up a game?”

Ayato started to walk into the estate, Thoma following closely behind. “What kind of game?”

“Does shogi sound alright?”

“Of course! And I’ll get started on the tea,” Thoma chirped, brushing past Ayato to get himself into the kitchen where he would brew some tea. He fumbled with the different varieties they had, trying to decide on one that he thought that Ayato would enjoy. He finally picked one, setting a kettle on the stove as he poured it over the tea leaves, allowing them to brew.

Ayato called for Thoma when he finished setting up the board, and Thoma carried in the tea as well as some cups for the two of them. He sat down across from Ayato, pouring a cup for him and himself. Thoma handed a cup to Ayato, who took it and sipped it. He smiled faintly, looking at Thoma appreciatively.

“How about you take the first move? This tea is wonderful, I’d like to savor it just a moment longer,” Ayato said, and Thoma nodded, taking a look at the board. He pondered for a few moments before making his move, confident that he would win.

Thoma wasn’t terribly good at shogi, but that never stopped him from trying his best. He had won against Ayaka once or twice, but he wasn’t sure if she had just let him win out of pity.

Ayato set down his teacup, scanning the board. He made his move and leaned back, watching Thoma as he made his next move. Ayato hummed, having predicted that move.

He moved one of his pieces and Thoma groaned before chuckling in mild defeat. “My lord, I think it will take me years before I’m finally able to beat you.”

Ayato only hummed, watching as Thoma made his next move, trying to recover. Ayato didn’t expect him to make the move he did, but he had a decent countermove that put Thoma in a pickle. Thoma put his hand on his chin, furrowing his brows as Ayato sipped his tea, completely nonchalant.

Thoma made a few more moves, all of which were easily outdone by Ayato’s moves. Thoma finally crumpled in defeat when Ayato made the winning move, making Thoma chuckle softly.

“Congratulations, my lord!” He said, still wearing a smile on his face. “Would you like to play again?”

Ayato thought for a moment, glancing at the board before looking up at Thoma, a small grin growing on his face. He set his teacup down, gesturing to the spot beside him as Thoma raised an eyebrow.

“I have a different game in mind, now. Here, sit.”

Thoma was a bit hesitant, but he figured that if Ayato was offering, Thoma wouldn’t be overstepping his bounds. He sat down next to Ayato, who then told him to turn around.

“Erm… May I ask why, my lord?”

“It’s for the game. Ayaka and I used to play this game quite often when we were younger. I want to see if you’re better at it than her.”

Thoma chuckled awkwardly. “Well, I doubt I would be any better than her if I can’t beat either of you at shogi.”

Ayato clicked his tongue thoughtfully. “Ah, you will find this is quite a different game than shogi. It’s quite easy as well. All you have to do is keep your arms raised above your head for as long as you can.”

Thoma couldn’t help but turn his head at that, glancing back at Ayato. “It’s that easy?”

Ayato nodded and Thoma grew suspicious, figuring there must be some catch. “Do I have to hold something while I keep my arms up? And if I lose you’re not going to make me eat any weird food, are you?”

“My, Thoma, what do you take me for? No, you don’t need to hold anything. And I won’t make you eat any of my food, don’t worry. Now, raise your arms,” Ayato said, his tone lilting slightly as he put his hands around Thoma’s wrists. Thoma couldn’t help but feel himself flush.

“My lord-”

“Raise them, please.”

Thoma nodded his head, lifting his arms and holding them above his head. He waited a few moments, and nothing happened. He flexed his fingers awkwardly, craning his neck to look at Ayato. He was about to speak when he felt a sudden sensation running across his sides, making him gasp.

“Whahat!?” He laughed, his arms coming down as he squirmed in his seat. Ayato tutted, continuing to lightly tickle Thoma as he teased him.

“Seems your not as good as Ayaka at this game. I told you to keep your arms up!” Ayato drawled, Thoma giggling profusely under his hands as he shook his head.

“Buhuhut – But it tihihickles!” Thoma whined, and Ayato stopped his tickling for a moment, taking hold of Thoma’s wrists again and raising them. “Noho!”

“Do you admit defeat then?”

Thoma bit his lip, stifling his giggles as he shook his head, lifting his arms. “Never!”

Ayato chuckled in amusement. “Good.”

Thoma held his arms up, flinching a few times when he saw Ayato’s hands, but they didn’t touch him. They only ghosted around his torso, as if trying to find the perfect spot to strike, which only made Thoma giddy and nervous as he sat there, squirming.

“My lord, you’re taking an awfully long time,” Thoma said with a chuckle, squeaking when Ayato finally decided to pinch his hips.

“Am I now? Then perhaps I should get on with it~”

“Wait-!”

Thoma couldn’t take back his words, however, and soon Ayato was scribbling his fingers across Thoma’s stomach. He lurched forward and laughed, his arms coming down slightly but not too much. Ayato raised an eyebrow in amusement as he watched Thoma dance in his seat to try and get away from the tickly touches.

“Nohoho! Not thehere! My lohohord!”

Ayato chuckled. “You can drop the formalities while we’re playing this game, Thoma. Ayaka would sometimes curse at me while we played this.”

Thoma couldn’t even imagine Ayaka cursing, and he couldn’t imagine himself dropping the formalities. But when Ayato squeezed Thoma’s hip and made him jerk backwards, he found himself shrieking out Ayato’s name.

“Ayahahato! Plehehease! How muhuhuch longer??”

“Until what? Until you win? Well, I don’t know. Normally I just go until you bring your arms down, but that would mean you lose.”

Thoma could hear the grin in Ayato’s voice and he felt himself growing embarrassed and flustered under the touch of the Yashiro Commissioner. There was no way for him to win this game, but his pride was on the line as well. What would he say when Ayaka asked him what games they played? Would he just tell her that he lost to tickling?

Thoma kept his arms up, wheezing as Ayato crept up from his hips back to his stomach, pinching and prodding at it.

“Five minuhutes!” Thoma managed to get out through his laughter. Ayato raised an eyebrow, not slowing his tickling as he realized what Thoma meant. Ayato chuckled.

“Are you sure you can last that long? If you do, I’ll count it as a win on your end. Maybe there’ll even be a prize waiting for you~”

Thoma nodded, squirming as he raised his hands up higher than before clenching his hands together in one big fist to keep his hands from coming down. “Okahahay!”

Ayato hummed, deciding to raise the stakes. He crept his hands up to Thoma’s ribs, making him whine and arch his back in an attempt to wriggle away. Ayato followed easily, however, wiggling his fingers against Thoma’s ribs and tickling them expertly.

“Keep your arms up~” Ayato teased, leaning forward to talk directly in Thoma’s ear. Thoma squealed, scrunching up his shoulders and shaking his head as Ayato snickered.

Thoma’s arms were starting to falter the closer Ayato got to his underarms, and he was dreading when that was going to happen. Ayato sighed, continuing to tickle Thoma as he giggled profusely and squirmed.

“This must be a rather long five minutes, hmm, Thoma?”

“Yehehehes! How lohohong has it beeheen??”

Ayato looked at the clock on the wall. “Perhaps… I think maybe two minutes? Two and a half if we’re being generous.”

“Lehehet’s be generous thehehen!” Thoma laughed, shrieking when Ayato darted for his hips again, squeezing them. The sheer surprise of the new sensation nearly made Thoma bring his arms down, but he managed to somehow keep them up.

Ayato looked again to the clock. “Now I’d say it’s been two and a half. You’re nearly there, Thoma. Though, there’s one spot I haven’t tried yet,” Ayato drawled, his hands traveling up Thoma’s sides, up his ribs.

Thoma squealed nervously when they stopped at his upper ribs. He squirmed, laughing frantically as his cheeks grew warmer. “Dohohohon’t!”

“Don’t? Why not? Will it,” Ayato leaned forward, whispering in Thoma’s ear. “Tickle?”

Thoma felt a shiver run up his spine as Ayato spoke, his giggles becoming shaky from nervousness as Ayato hummed.

“One minute.”

Thoma nodded, shrieking suddenly when Ayato dug his hands under his arms. Thoma brought his arms down slightly, not expecting the sensation. Ayato clicked his tongue and Thoma quickly raised his arms again, laughing and squirming as he shook his head.

“AYAhahato! Ahaharchons, plehehease! Stahahap!”

“Not yet, Thoma, just a little while longer.”

Thoma nodded, squeezing his eyes shut as he laughed helplessly. Ayato eventually began to count down from ten, only making it even worse for Thoma as he scribbled his fingers ruthlessly under Thoma’s arms, trying to make him take his arms down.

Ayato finally pulled his hands away after he finished the countdown, chuckling when Thoma snapped his arms down and flopped back, exhausted. He didn’t even notice he was laying in Ayato’s lap until he opened his eyes. He flushed, scrambling to sit up as Ayato chuckled.

“Good job, Thoma. Now, for your prize,” Ayato hummed, making Thoma ponder. Thoma’s heart sank for a brief moment. Was Ayato’s prize going to be that awful sea ganoderma milk again?

Ayato took Thoma’s chin in his hand and pulled him forward, humming. “Perhaps this will suffice.”

Thoma felt his cheeks warm, warmer than they’d ever been as Ayato closed his eyes and placed a quick kiss against Thoma’s lips. Thoma didn’t pull away or push Ayato aside, though his eyes were wide in surprise. Ayato pulled away, a faint pink on his own cheeks as he smiled.

“M-My lord,” Thoma sputtered, touching a hand to his lips while Ayato watched him, snickering in amusement.

“Did you not like your prize? I’m afraid I can’t offer a refund. Unless you’d like to play again-”

“No! I liked the prize! It’s just-” Thoma paused, realizing what he said and immediately shutting his mouth. Ayato looked away, color dusting his cheeks as Thoma looked down. The two of them sat there for a few moments before Ayato looked at Thoma again, humming.

“You liked it? I must say, I did as well.”

Thoma looked up at Ayato, his cheeks bright red as he nodded, making Ayato smile. “Well, I can always give you another one. If you can keep your arms up for another five minutes, that is.”

“W-Wait! My lord-!”

Thoma’s pleas were drowned out when Ayato’s hands were under Thoma’s arms again, drawing out his sweet laughter once more as Ayato didn’t even care about Thoma keeping his arms up. He’d tickle him just a while longer, then perhaps they’d share a kiss or two more.

#thoma #ayato #thomato #fresh-thomato #tickle fic #genshin impact

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