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𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮

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Hello everyone! A new smut written by the ex-@cambridgepride. Translated by Google Translate, corrections by myself. Original Portuguese version is at the bottom!

POV WILLIAM

2022 It was Wednesday and I went to take George to football, it's one of my favorite moments with him. George is my dream come true, the sweetest boy I've ever met. George has a natural talent for football, I dare say he is the best full-back at the school, if Catherine and my father hadn't held me down I would have already put him in the base of Aston Villa.

I was in the stands watching the game intently, cheering and screaming like crazy while some parents just sat there, staring at their cell phone screens.

Life is busy, I know I have millions of things to do but if I can't take two hours a week out of my day to have those moments alone with George I wouldn't feel well. I just want to be a normal father to my children, being a father of 3 is a gift and I never, under any circumstances, want to neglect that.

The game ended, I greeted some parents with their children and walked to the locker room to find George who was already waiting for me.

─ Congratulations, my champion! What a game! ─ George jumped into my lap for a hug. ─ Thank you, Dad! I heard you screaming. ─ We laughed together, and I put George on the ground and we went towards his coach. We talked for a brief moment and then we went to the car, it was late afternoon.

The drive home was pretty smooth, George was in the backseat and we were talking excitedly about the match while the radio was playing softly. Suddenly George seems to remember something and pauses rather dramatically.

─ Dad, do you know Thomas? ─ Thomas your friend from school? ─ I look at George through the rearview mirror.

Yes, he himself… ─ What about Thomas?

─ So dad, Thomas told us that his dad moved to another house because he couldn't be in love with his mom anymore. Jacob said that his older brother always says you can't stay in love for a long time, I had to disagree with him, dad. ─ George was saying all this so matter-of-factly while I was stunned with my hands on the steering wheel.

─ Why did you disagree with him, George? ─ Because you've been in love with mom since before I was born, not to mention the fact that you two had three children, mom always says that we are the fruit of love. Three fruits of love must mean something, right?

─ Yes, you are right. ' I said, trying to hide my laughter. ─ And what else did you tell Thomas? What about Jacob?

I was so shocked to hear George talking about Catherine and me that I was speechless, I couldn't process what I was supposed to ask George.

─ So, Thomas said he doesn't understand much about this thing about being in love but his mother assured that they will all be good friends, now he has two rooms and he even invited us to go to his father's new house. Oh, and Jacob said his brother has had three girlfriends, he says he has experience. I told Jacob that you have experience too, even if you only have mom, quality is better than quantity, right? I've heard a lot of people saying that. ─ At that moment I laughed so loud, I just couldn't stop laughing, while George stood with his arms crossed looking in my direction.

─ Father! Why are you laughing? ─ Sorry George, Dad isn't laughing at you, I'm laughing at your comment… ─ I said, fighting the urge to continue laughing. ─ Ah son, quality is really much better than quantity. Well… I already had other girlfriends before I met your mother…

─ Other girlfriends? "George cut me off." ─ Why? ─ Because dating is good, when you're old enough you'll understand. ─ I looked at him through the mirror and he was looking at me confused. ─ But then I met your mother, the only woman who truly captured my heart. When you're old enough, I'll explain everything you need to know about girls. I already know you treat them well, so right now I think that's all you need to know.

─ But how did you know that Mom had won your heart? ─ Ah son… ─ This question surprised me a little. ─ Your mother was different. With her everything was different. ─ Different?

─ When I met your mother I felt something different and special that I had never felt for any other girl before. I learned many things from her. Son… Love is important. Having someone who takes care of your feelings, as well as taking care of the feelings of the person next to you, and that even if love is intense, it alone is not enough. It is always necessary to cultivate this love with respect and trust, and never be afraid to show it. You got it?

George stared at me in silence. I looked at him through the mirror, when our eyes met he smiled but I couldn't decipher if in fact he understood what I meant. I wasn't sure why he was asking me all this, maybe his friend's parents' divorce made him feel insecure and he wanted to make sure it wouldn't happen to us. So concluded as we were entering the gates of home.

─ I love your mother and you are right George, I am in love with her. I love our 'love fruits'. ─ I imitated Catherine at the moment of speaking the last words and heard one of my favorite sounds, her laughter. ─ I will always love.

At that moment I had already parked the car in the garage and when I turned it off, I heard George saying already getting out of the car. ─ Okay, when I grow up I want to be like you but not so cheesy.

I couldn't help but smile as I couldn't answer because he was already running into the house. Walking slowly into the house, as I thought about that little conversation I had with George, I was jolted out of my reverie by shouts of 'Daddy' and a small hurricane rushing towards me. Louis threw himself into my arms.

─ Louis, why are you already in your pajamas? ─ That was the outfit I chose. ─ He said shrugging his shoulders. ─ Where is mom? ─ Making dinner.

I went towards the kitchen with Louis in my lap, entering that room Louis already wanted to go down to sit next to his sister. I stopped at the door for a moment to enjoy the beautiful view.

The workbench was full of papers and crayons, Louis was neatly painting a coloring book, while at his side was my beautiful little girl with her arms resting on the workbench watching a princess movie on the iPad. Next to Louis was a beautiful landscape sheet that could only have been done by Catherine. As I stretched my gaze to the other side of the kitchen I witnessed my oldest boy talking animatedly with her… Catherine, my beautiful wife. Hair tied in a ponytail, a blue flowered dress, covered by a red apron. She stirred the pot as she smiled at George.

─ We won 3-1, and dad wouldn't stop screaming from the stands. ─ Scream? I can't believe your father made a scene. ─ I didn't make a fuss! ─ He said as he kissed the top of Charlotte's head and walked towards my wife. ─ I was just hoping! ─ Daddy, I could only hear you! I'm not complaining but it was funny, there were several people who looked shocked by his excitement, including mr. Parker.

─ Oh my God! ─ Catherine and George burst out laughing. I approached Catherine and placed a kiss on her forehead. ─ I can't help it if I'm a proud and participatory parent. Is dinner almost ready yet? I'm starving. ─ I'm hungry too. ─ George said washing his hands. ─ Yes, dinner is coming out. ─ Catherine said as she pointed to the cupboard, motioning for me to set the table.

Our dinner was peaceful, full of laughter and conversation. My family is the only refuge capable of keeping me safe and at peace.

It was late and the kids were already sleeping, he had just gotten out of the shower and was finally lying down waiting for Catherine.

I started thinking back to the conversation with George, I was still shocked by how certain he was about me being 'in love' with Catherine, the fact that he uses that term is funny as I'm not sure he knows what it is but he was right. I found Catherine in this chaotic world, I didn't lie when I told George that I saw something different and special in Catherine but that's not all, I'm not able to express in words what I feel and felt for her. I saw her and I saw infinite possibilities, I was always so incredulous that this kind of affection would be possible to exist, in small details I noticed in her the tenderness, the pure care, the natural presence. Catherine sees me, I am fragile and vulnerable next to her and she has me in so many ways. My God, I'm delivered to this woman. What happened? I've never been out of control with what I feel! Being a controller might explain it… Always keeping everything in order is my strength. And she takes all that away from me? Still want to surrender? How can I feel this good with her?

─ William! ─ I heard Catherine calling me and making me completely forget what she was thinking.

─ Why did you call me by her name? ─ Because it's your name. ─ She said smiling and sitting on the bed. ─ For you my name is love. I looked serious, pretending to be completely offended by her answer.

─ All right, love. ─ She placed a small kiss on my lips and quickly pulled away. ─ What were you thinking? ─ Ah, n-nothing. ─ I shifted on the bed as she started stroking my neck with one hand. ─ What do you mean nothing? ─ I looked at her and saw that she had a body hydrant in her other hand. So I decided to change the subject.

─ Did you come to pass this on me? ─ she said, pointing to the moisturizer. ─ Yes, take off your T-shirt. ─ Wait… Is this going to end in sex? ─ I put my hands on her hips. ─ No, this is just moisturizing, it's not an invitation to have sex. Take that shirt off! ─ I took off my shirt, rolled it up and placed it on the floor beside the headboard, while she climbed into bed.

Already sitting on the bed, Catherine knelt behind me and with soft touches slid her fingers and hands delicately running moisturizer from the neck to the lumbar region.

─ AHHH! Catherine jumped in fright. ─ What happened? Did I hurt you? ─ She said placing both hands on my neck and leaning down to look into my face. ─ No! I have a gossip! ─ I received an indignant look from Catherine.

─ My God, you gossip, it almost killed me from the heart! Who were you gossiping with? Who is it about? Why didn't you tell me before? ─ The glint in her eyes dawning. Catherine loved to gossip with me, sometimes we would stay up late into the night making small talk. God, I loved her so much.

─ I was waiting for you to go to bed to tell you. George told me. ─ George? Our son? ─ Yes, he is a gossip just like you. ─ I got a mischievous look from her.

─ What did he tell you? ─ She continued to rub cream on my back and give me a kind of massage, but much more carelessly than at the beginning because now she was very attentive to what I was telling her. "So Thomas said…" Catherine cut me off.

─ The Thomas Hudson? ─ I looked back, a little impatient that she had cut me off but laughed at her animation. ─ Yes, himself. My God, you don't even know what it is and you have that little smile on your face. ─ I felt a grip on my back, but I continued. ─ Thomas told George that his parents split up.

─ LIE! ─ I felt a strong slap on the back. ─ AIII! FUCK KATE, YOUR SLAPS HURT! ─ I felt her placing kisses on my back and then the weight of her body coming under me. She sat on my lap and wrapped her hands around my neck.

─ I don't believe it! Mr. and Mrs. Hudson broke up? It's not possible. ─ Well, believe me, girl! Thomas said that his father is already living in another house and even has a room for him, George said that he called the boys to go there and meet. ─ Catherine started laughing in my lap and I looked at her confused.

─ Why are you laughing? The matter is serious. ─ 'Believe me, girl!' ─ She repeated imitating me. ─ I have a very gossipy husband. ─ Catherine suddenly looked more worried. ─ But seriously, Mr. Gossip, I can't believe this, how is Thomas reacting? What else did he tell George? Our love… What does George think about this? We never spoke of divorce to him. Did Thomas say that word? ─ She was going to slap me on the shoulders but I was faster and grabbed her hand.

─ George started the subject by saying that Thomas told him that his father had moved to another house because he could no longer be in love with his mother. ─ Ruth probably talked to him.

─ Yes, probably. ─ I said and placed a kiss on her cheek. ─ The best part of the gossip I haven't told you yet. ─ Then speak. ─ She said rolling on my lap.

I took a deep breath.

─ The conversation was between George, Thomas and Jacob. Thomas said that the father is no longer in love with the mother, Jacob brought 'Arthur's wisdom' and said that you can't be in love for a long time with the same person. Catherine raised an eyebrow. ─ And George completely disagreed with that statement.

─ Did you disagree? Good God, what did that boy say? ─ Catherine was agitated. And I was loving this moment.

─ He said that I have experience because I've been in love with you since before he was born, and that we have 'fruits of love', three to be more specific. God, Kate! Look at the things your son says! Jacob said that his brother has more experience but George countered by saying that quality is better than quantity! He is so genius. ─ We both laughed, Catherine caressed my face.

─ Our son knows that we love each other. ─ Yes, he knows… And he asked how I knew it was you.

─ How so? He's only 9, it's still too early for him to think about that. ─ Catherine looked quite concerned.

─ No love, that's not it. Our son is quite innocent. I think he was just worried, afraid that the same thing that happened to you would happen to us. and Mrs. Hudson. I talked to him. Do not worry about it. ─ I love that he trusts you to talk about this.

─ I love going out with George, next week I want to see if I can take Louis with us. The game will be at 3 pm. ─ Oh no! George will melt with embarrassment having two crazies screaming at him in the stands. ─ Our laughter invaded the room.

Catherine didn't even notice that during our entire conversation she was wiggling around in my lap and stroking my neck, making me practically hard in my pajama bottoms. With her still in my lap I leaned against the headboard and our eyes met.

─ You are so beautiful. ─ I whispered.

You just want to get laid. ─ I always want to have sex with you, because I adore you and I always want to have you in the most complete and most dedicated form there is. But that's not the only reason I called you beautiful. You're always beautiful, even when you're all disheveled giving Louis a bath. She was beautiful in college when she spent sleepless nights studying. Huge dark circles… Ah, I thought she was the most beautiful in the world. I think you are the most beautiful in the world!

─ You always make me melt with love for you. ─ Then melt under me… Shall we make love?

No more words were needed, their tongues danced in an intense kiss, the two wanted each other. Catherine turns her head back when she feels William's mouth sliding down her neck and going to her shoulder, covering her skin with kisses and caresses, sliding the thin straps of her pajamas down.

His hands roam her thighs and climb beneath the fabric, traversing every curve of her slender body and feeling her smooth, fragrant skin burning with desire. She proceeds to kiss his face, down his neck, reaching his collarbone, one of his weakest points. She tries a bite there and makes him take a deep breath, letting out a small moan.

William doesn't resist and takes his hands to her small breasts, his fingers feeling the erect nipples marking the thin pajama top and provoking an already visible reaction in his pants. He gets rid of that piece of fabric, preventing him from feeling her. When Catherine kissed him again, he cupped her breasts in his hands, caressing her nipples, feeling them harden under his fingers. She moans, leaving her lips parted and shifting her hips in his lap, feeling him against her thigh.

Her glances roam each other's bodies. Her fingers touch William's defined chest, even as short nails scratch their way to the back of his neck, making them both sigh together. With the tips of his fingers, the prince glides over Catherine's features, touching her nose, the cheekbones that jump when she smiles wide, down to the soft lips he loves so much to kiss. Unable to stand that small distance any longer, he intertwines his fingers through her long, voluminous hair, pulling her into a devastating kiss.

They press their lips against each other and bodies at the same time. Tongues envelop your desires. William runs his hands down Catherine's back, making her gasp and moan against her mouth. He always found her way of giving herself beautiful, the way her whole body trembles under his touches, how he can feel her skin crawl.

Without hesitation, the prince slides his fingers inside his princess's pajama bottoms, lightly scratching her firm buttocks and returning to her back. Catherine feels her pleasure ache, pressing her mouth even closer to William's and her fingers on the back of his neck, biting his lips hard. William steadies her with his hands behind her back and lays her down on the bed, getting on top of her. He stops for a moment with kisses and caresses just to admire her.

─ You are so beautiful, love. ─ He smiles. ─ I can't stop saying that. ─ He takes her hands and kisses each one of her fingers.

Catherine holds her husband's face, looking at him fixedly, as if wanting to keep each of those traits, each small detail in new memories. In a discreet movement of the lips, a subtle smile adorns her face. A small smile, but full of meanings. A smile William loves and can't resist. He looks down at Catherine's mouth and kisses her one more time, tasting those soft lips he adores.

The prince makes a trail of wet kisses down her chin, reaching her neck and letting himself be intoxicated by her scent. Once again, she moves her head back, leaving her lap free. William descends, distributing kisses and hickeys, descending further, traversing the small valley between her breasts. Catherine tugs at the back of William's neck and looks at him in mute pleading. He knows what she wants, he knows what she can't resist, but he decides to play, going up a little, running his tongue over her shoulders and leaving hickeys in spots that make her shudder, marking her in places only he would see.

─ Oh, my love! ─ Catherine moans when she feels his lips taking her breasts. She grips his back, moving her body against his. He sucks, licks and nibbles on the already erect and sensitive nipples. The brunette pulls the nape of his neck harder, making him stop with those delicious caresses or she would give in before he touches her sex.

Seeing Catherine already breathing heavily and her cheeks flushed, William smiles. He seeks her lips for a slow, snuggling, calming kiss as her hands soon free themselves from his pants. He helps down her fabric and soon leaves her in only her panties. William presses his hips against Catherine's body and she sighs, looking at him, asking for him.

The long fingers of the Prince of Wales run along the side of his beloved's body, shivering and making her almost lose consciousness with the sensations of that caress on her skin. Tenderly, he slides down her panties, dragging the fabric down to her feet. In a moment of rapture, William runs his eyes over her all over, admiring the woman he has there, so close, so close to him. He would never tire of looking at her, so womanly in her natural beauty. But her mouth thirsts for that skin. He then takes hold of her right leg and starts kissing the small, delicate foot, down her calf, to her knee and slowly down her thigh. As soon as he finds the crotch, he passes it with an affectionate breath, teasing it and moving to the left leg, kissing it along its length as well. Catherine stirs, eager for him, already knowing herself to be wet with desire.

─ William … Wales … ─ He smiles as he faces her, loving her name spoken in that tone of lust and pleasure.

William positions himself between her legs, kissing her sex, sucking her clitoris, making her bend her body and close her eyes, trying to find strength to resist and prolong her pleasure, biting her lower lip so as not to moan so much. high. The sounds that come out of her throat make William give up teasing Catherine, what he really wants is to quench his desire to have himself inside her. Upon realizing her husband's movements, she soon got rid of his boxers, leaving his penis free, playing with it in her agile and skillful hands.

─ Ahh Catherine… ─ It's his turn to pant. Catherine's caresses almost send him to heaven. He crawls over her and fits, looking into her eyes. She guides him between her legs. Her eyes say so much, talk so much and lips meet hungry, thirsty. Her tongue slides through his lips to then suck every bit of his man's lips. Her faces move past each other, noses touching fondly.

The Princess of Wales lets go of his hands and loses herself in her prince's blue eyes, finding there the same adoration as when they first surrendered to each other. The two stare at each other as he slowly slides inside her, letting her feel every inch of his cock, a contact that plunges them so deeply into each other that not even fear can reach them. The lips seek and meet again, they delight in each other's taste as intense as they can, while their bodies rock in a slow and strong rhythm. Every time William enters her, Catherine moans between kisses. The two are ecstatic, dizzy with pleasure, marked by love. Skin on skin. Hard to hold back the ecstasy with so much desire for each other.

The desire is so much that the two stop the kiss and just stare at each other, their faces very close, mixing their breaths. Their bodies guided by pure instinct, moving faster and faster, seeking maximum pleasure, allowing themselves to be guided by desire. Catherine presses William against her and slides her legs over his body until they land both on her waist, allowing him to go even deeper inside her. Her nails scratch his shoulders and back. William moans a little more breathlessly than her, almost reaching orgasm. She smiles to see him take so much pleasure in satisfying himself with her.

─ Will… Let me see you… ─ Catherine asks and he opens his eyes, staring at her.

Catherine wants to sink even deeper into that blue as her bodies surrender to the magical pleasure of orgasm, squeezing him into her intimacy and feeling him squeezing her back, the way she loves it. Although small compared to his size, she was never frail. She scrambles her fingers around the back of his neck, squeezing him. The breaths mingle even more breathlessly as their bodies collide and surrender, prolonging the pleasure of having each other. The two kiss trying to appease their tremors and spasms. William turns over in bed and takes Catherine's body on top of his, squeezing her against him, wanting to make sure that what just happened was really real, that she was really in his arms.

As if guessing his thoughts, the princess settles on top and kisses him slowly, telling him of her passion as their tongues seek and meet. William let his fingers run through his long brown hair, pulling out the messy strands that stuck to his sweaty face.

─ I love you, Catherine. ─ He says with a full smile.

She looks at him, runs her fingers over his face, tracing his lips. The man she loves is without his bed, in his house, in his life. William exists and that makes her smile. The fact that he is there inspires her to want to live each day with more commitment to the duties that await her, makes her want to take small and big trips, to discover other reasons that make her smile so beautiful and sincere.

─ I love you, my love. ─ I will always be in love with you. ─ He pulls her even tighter against his body and sighs when she lays her head on his broad chest. William kisses her hair, paying attention to her every tiny reaction, she just wraps her arms better around him and closes her eyes.

─ That's all I needed… You. ─ Catherine declares herself and the prince distributes scents through her hair. ─ Me? - A smile dances on his face. ─ Yes, William, you! ─ Catherine lifts her face and climbs her body a little, moving closer. ─ I love being inside your embrace, I love it when you tell me about your moments with our children, I love it when you give yourself to me… ─ Love… ─ Shh… ─ She puts a finger to his lips and earns a kiss. ─ Life is so good with you.

The prince smiles and gets emotional when he hears her. Without words that can convey to Catherine the size of her love, he carefully wraps her in his arms and kisses her until they both lose their breath.

─ Life is so good with you. ─ He repeats the statement she had made to him.

Catherine lays down again on his chest, seeking the beat of that heart. The two are silent, enjoying each other's presence. Slowly, their fingers come together and intertwine. Indeed, life is really good when you have someone to love.

I hope you enjoyed :) I don't have a tumblr dedicated to Will and Kate anymore but I'm always on twitter @athleticofwales and I post my stories on Wattpad. With love, Lele

Original version

POV WILLIAM

2022

Era quarta-feira e eu fui levar George para o futebol, é um dos meus momentos favoritos com ele. George é o meu sonho realizado, o menino mais doce que já conheci. George tem um talento natural para o futebol, arrisco a dizer que é o melhor lateral da escola, se Catherine e o meu pai não me segurassem eu já tinha colocado ele na base do Aston Villa.

Estava na arquibancada acompanhando atentamente o jogo, torcendo e gritando como um louco enquanto alguns pais ficavam apenas lá sentados, olhando para a tela do celular.

A vida é corrida, sei que tenho milhões de coisas para fazer mas se eu não conseguir tirar duas horas por semana do meu dia para para ter esses momentos só com George eu não me sentiria bem. Eu só quero ser um pai normal para os meus filhos, ser pai de 3 é uma dádiva e eu jamais em hipótese alguma, quero negligenciar isso.

O jogo acabou, cumprimentei alguns pais com seus filhos e caminhei até o vestiário para encontrar George que já estava a minha espera.

─ Parabéns, meu campeão! Que jogão! ─ George pulou no meu colo para um abraço. ─ Obrigado, papai! Eu ouvi você gritando. ─ Rimos juntos, e coloquei George no chão e fomos em direção ao seu treinador. Conversamos por um breve momento e depois fomos para o carro, já era fim de tarde.

O caminho para casa era bem tranquilo, George estava no banco de trás e nós estávamos falando animadamente sobre a partida enquanto no rádio tocava uma música baixinho. De repente George parece se lembrar de algo e faz uma pausa um tanto dramática.

─ Papai, sabe o Thomas? ─ O Thomas seu amigo da escola? ─ Olho para George através do espelho retrovisor. ─ Sim, ele mesmo... ─ O que tem o Thomas?

─ Então pai, Thomas nos disse que o pai dele foi morar em outra casa porque não conseguia mais ser apaixonado pela mãe dele. O Jacob falou que o irmão mais velho dele, sempre diz que não da pra ficar apaixonado por muito tempo, eu tive que discordar dele, pai. ─ George dizia tudo isso com tanta naturalidade enquanto eu estava atônito com as mãos no volante.

─ Por que você discordou dele, George? ─ Porque você é apaixonado pela mamãe desde antes de eu nascer, sem contar que vocês dois fizeram três filhos, a mamãe sempre fala que nós somos frutos de amor. Três frutos de amor deve significar alguma coisa, não é?

─ Sim, você tem razão. ─ Soltei tentando esconder o riso. ─ E o que mais vocês falaram ao Thomas? E o Jacob?

Estava tão chocado de ouvir George falando sobre Catherine e eu que fiquei sem palavras, não conseguia processar o que devia perguntar a George.

─ Então, Thomas disse que não entende muito sobre esse lance de ser apaixonado mas a mãe dele garantiu que serão todos bons amigos, agora ele tem dois quartos e até chamou a gente pra ir na nova casa do pai dele. Ah, e Jacob disse que o irmão dele já teve três namoradas, ele diz que tem experiência. Eu falei a Jacob que você tem experiência também, mesmo você tendo só a mamãe, qualidade é melhor que quantidade né? Eu já ouvi muita gente dizendo isso. ─ Nesse momento eu gargalhei tão alto, simplesmente não conseguia parar de rir, enquanto George ficou parado de braços cruzados olhando em minha direção.

─ Pai! Porque você tá rindo? ─ Desculpa George, papai não está rindo de você, estou rindo do seu comentário... ─ Disse lutando contra a vontade de continuar rindo. ─ Ah filho, qualidade é realmente muito melhor que quantidade. Bem... Eu já tive outras namoradas antes de conhecer a sua mãe...

─ Outras namoradas? ─ George me cortou. ─ Por quê? ─ Porque é bom namorar, quando você tiver idade para isso você vai entender. ─ O olhei através do espelho e ele estava me olhando confuso. ─ Mas aí eu conheci sua mãe, a única mulher que realmente conquistou meu coração. Quando você tiver idade, eu vou te explicar tudo que você precisa saber sobre garotas. Eu já sei que você as trata bem, então no momento acho que isso é tudo que você precisa saber.

─ Mas como você soube que a mamãe conquistou seu coração? ─ Ah filho... ─ Essa pergunta me deixou um tanto surpreso. ─ Sua mãe era diferente. Com ela tudo foi diferente. ─ Diferente?

─ Quando eu conheci sua mãe eu senti algo diferente e especial que eu nunca tinha sentido por nenhuma outra garota antes. Com ela eu aprendi diversas coisas. Filho... O amor é importante. Ter alguém que cuide dos seus sentimentos, assim como cuidar dos sentimentos da pessoa ao seu lado, e que mesmo que o amor seja intenso, somente ele não basta. É sempre necessário cultivar esse amor com respeito e confiança, e nunca ter medo de demonstrar. Você entendeu?

George me olhava fixamente, em silêncio. Eu o olhava através do espelho, quando nossos olhos se encontraram ele sorriu mas não consegui decifrar se de fato ele tinha entendido o que eu queria dizer. Não entendia ao certo o motivo dele estar me perguntando tudo isso, talvez o divórcio dos pais do seu amigo tenham deixado ele inseguro e ele queria ter certeza que não iria acontecer com a gente. Então conclui já que estávamos entrando nos portões de casa.

─ Eu amo a sua mãe e você tem razão George, eu sou apaixonado por ela. Amo nossos 'frutos de amor'. ─ Imitei Catherine no momento de falar as últimas palavras e escutei um dos meus sons favoritos, sua risada. ─ Sempre vou amar.

Nesse momento já havia estacionado o carro na garagem e quando o desliguei, ouvi George dizendo já descendo do carro. ─ Certo, quando eu crescer quero ser como você mas não tão brega.

Não consegui deixar de sorrir já que não pude responder porque ele já estava correndo para dentro de casa. Caminhando lentamente para dentro de casa, enquanto pensava sobre essa pequena conversa que tive com George, fui tirado dos meus devaneios por gritos de 'papai' e um pequeno furacão correndo em minha direção. Louis se atirou em meus braços.

─ Louis, porque você já está de pijama? ─ Essa foi a roupa que eu escolhi. ─ Disse ele encolhendo os ombros. ─ Cadê a mamãe? ─ Fazendo o jantar.

Fui em direção a cozinha com Louis em meu colo, entrando nesse cômodo Louis já quis descer para se sentar ao lado da sua irmã. Parei na porta por um instante para apreciar a linda vista.

A bancada estava repleta de papéis e lápis de cor, Louis estava pintando caprichosamente um livro de colorir, enquanto ao seu lado estava a minha linda garotinha com os braços apoiados na bancada assistindo algum filme de princesas no iPad. Ao lado de Louis havia uma folha com linda paisagem que só poderia ter sido feito por Catherine. Ao esticar o meu olhar para o outro lado da cozinha presenciei meu garoto mais velho conversando animadamente com ela... Catherine, minha bela esposa. O cabelo preso num rabo de cavalo, um vestido azul florido, coberto por um avental vermelho. Ela mexia a panela enquanto sorria para George.

─ A gente ganhou de 3x1, e o papai não parava de gritar lá da arquibancada. ─ Gritar? Não acredito que o seu pai fez escândalo. ─ Eu não fiz escândalo! ─ Disse enquanto beijava o topo da cabeça de Charlotte e ia em direção a minha esposa. ─ Eu só estava torcendo! ─ Papai, só dava pra ouvir você! Não estou reclamando mas foi engraçado, tinha várias pessoas que pareciam chocadas com a sua animação, inclusive o sr. Parker.

─ Oh meu Deus! ─ Catherine e George caíram na risada. Me aproximei de Catherine e depositei um beijo em sua testa. ─ Não posso fazer nada se sou um pai orgulhoso e participativo. O jantar já está quase pronto? Estou morrendo de fome. ─ Eu também estou com fome. ─ Disse George lavando as mãos. ─ Sim, o jantar está saindo. ─ Catherine disse enquanto apontava para o armário, fazendo sinal para que eu arrumasse a mesa.

Nosso jantar foi tranquilo, cheio de risadas e conversas. Minha família é o único refúgio capaz de me manter seguro e em paz.

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Já era tarde e as crianças já estavam dormindo, tinha acabado de sair do banho e estava finalmente deitado esperando por Catherine.

Comecei a pensar novamente na conversa com George, eu ainda estava chocado com a certeza que ele tinha sobre eu ser 'apaixonado' por Catherine, o fato dele usar esse termo é engraçado pois não tenho certeza se ele sabe o que é isso, mas ele tinha razão. Encontrei Catherine nesse mundo caótico, eu não menti quando disse a George que vi algo diferente e especial em Catherine mas não é só isso, não sou capaz de expressar em palavras o que sinto e senti por ela. Eu a vi e enxerguei infinitas possibilidades, eu sempre me fiz tão descrente de que esse tipo de afeto seria possível de existir, em pequenos detalhes percebi nela a ternura, o cuidado puro, a presença natural. Catherine me vê, sou frágil e vulnerável ao lado dela e ela me tem de tanto jeitos. Meu Deus, eu estou entregue a essa mulher. O que aconteceu? Nunca fui descontrolado com o que sinto! Ser controlador talvez explique... Sempre mantendo tudo em ordem, é o meu forte. E ela me tira tudo isso? Mesmo assim quero me entregar? Como posso me sentir tão bem assim com ela?

─ William! ─ Ouvi Catherine me chamando e me fazendo esquecer completamente o que estava pensando.

─ Por que você me chamou pelo nome? ─ Porque é seu nome. ─ Disse ela sorrindo e sentando na cama. ─ Pra você meu nome é amor. ─ Olhei sério, fingindo estar completamente ofendido pela resposta dela.

─ Tá bom, amor. ─ Ela depositou um beijinho em meus lábios e separou rapidamente. ─ O que você estava pensando? ─ Ah, n-nada. ─ Me remexi na cama pois ela começou a acariciar meu pescoço com uma mão. ─ Como assim nada? ─ Olhei pra ela e vi que ela estava com um hidrante corporal em outra mão. Então resolvi mudar de assunto.

─ Você veio passar isso em mim? ─ Disse apontando para o hidratante. ─ Sim, tira a camiseta. ─ Espera... Isso vai terminar em sexo? ─ Coloquei minhas mãos no quadril dela. ─ Não, isso é só hidratante, não é um convite pra transar. Tira logo essa camisa! ─ Tirei a camisa, enrolei e coloquei no chão ao lado da cabeceira, enquanto ela subia na cama.

Já sentado na cama, Catherine se ajoelhou atrás de mim e com toques suaves deslizava seus dedos e mãos delicadamente passando hidratante desde o pescoço até a região lombar.

─ AHHH! ─ Catherine deu um pulo assustada. ─ O que foi? Te machuquei? ─ Disse ela colocando as duas mãos no meu pescoço e se inclinando para olhar no meu rosto. ─ Não! Eu tenho uma fofoca! ─ Recebi um olhar indignado de Catherine.

─ Meu Deus, seu fofoqueiro, quase me matou do coração! Com quem você estava fofocando? É sobre quem? Porque não me disse antes? ─ O brilho nos olhos dela surgindo. Catherine adorava fofocar comigo, as vezes nós ficávamos até altas horas da noite jogando conversa fora. Deus, eu a amava tanto.

─ Eu estava esperando você deitar pra te contar. O George me contou. ─ O George? Nosso filho? ─ Sim, ele é fofoqueiro igual a você. ─ Recebi um olhar travesso dela.

─ O que ele te disse? ─ Ela continuou passando creme nas minhas costas e fazendo uma espécie de massagem mas muito mais desleixada que no início porque agora ela estava super atenta no que eu estava contando. ─ Então, o Thomas disse... ─ Catherine me interrompeu.

─ O Thomas Hudson? ─ Olhei para trás, um tanto impaciente por ela ter me cortado mas ri da sua animação. ─ Sim, o próprio. Meu Deus você nem sabe o que é e ta com esse sorrisinho no rosto. ─ Senti um apertão nas costas, mas continuei. ─ O Thomas contou para George que os pais dele se separaram.

─ MENTIRA! ─ Senti um tapa forte nas costas. ─ AIII! PORRA KATE, SEUS TAPAS DOEM! ─ Senti ela depositando beijos nas minhas costas e em seguida o peso do seu corpo vindo sob mim. Ela se sentou no meu colo e passou as mãos envolta do meu pescoço.

─ Não acredito! O sr. e a sra. Hudson se separaram? Não é possível. ─ Pois acredite, menina! O Thomas falou que o pai dele já está morando em outra casa e inclusive tem até um quarto para ele, George contou que ele chamou os meninos para ir lá conhecer. ─ Catherine começou a gargalhar no meu colo e eu olhei confuso pra ela.

─ Por que você está rindo? O assunto é sério. ─ 'Pois acredite, menina!' ─ Ela repetiu me imitando. ─ Eu tenho um marido muito fofoqueiro. ─ De repente Catherine ficou com um ar mais preocupada. ─ Mas falando sério, sr. Fofoqueiro, não consigo acreditar nisso, como Thomas está reagindo? O que mais ele disse a George? Nossa amor... O que George pensa sobre isso? Nós nunca falamos de divórcio para ele. O Thomas falou essa palavra? ─ Ela ia me dar um tapa nos ombros mas eu fui mais rápido e segurei sua mão.

─ George começou o assunto falando que o Thomas falou pra ele que o pai foi morar em outra casa porque não conseguia mais ser apaixonado pela mãe. ─ Provavelmente a Ruth deve ter conversado com ele.

─ Sim, provavelmente. ─ Disse e depositei um beijo em sua bochecha. ─ A melhor parte da fofoca ainda não te contei. ─ Então fala. ─ Disse ela rebolando em meu colo.

Respirei fundo.

─ A conversa era entre George, Thomas e Jacob. Thomas contou que o pai não é mais apaixonado pela mãe, o Jacob trouxe a 'sabedoria do Arthur' e disse que não da pra ser apaixonado por muito tempo pela mesma pessoa. ─ Catherine levantou a sobrancelha. ─ E o George discordou completamente dessa afirmação.

─ Discordou? Por Deus, o que esse menino disse? ─ Catherine estava agitada. E eu estava adorando esse momento.

─ Ele disse que eu tenho experiência porque eu sou apaixonado por você desde antes dele nascer, e que nós temos 'frutos de amor', três para ser mais específico. Deus, Kate! Olha as coisas que seu filho fala! O Jacob falou que o irmão dele tem mais experiência mas George o rebateu dizendo que qualidade é melhor que quantidade! Ele é tão genioso. ─ Nós dois rimos, Catherine acariciou o meu rosto.

─ Nosso filho sabe que nós nos amamos. ─ Sim, ele sabe... E ele perguntou como eu soube que era você.

─ Como assim? Ele só tem 9, ainda está muito cedo para ele pensar nisso. ─ Catherine pareceu bem preocupada.

─ Não amor, não é isso. Nosso filho é bem inocente. Eu acho que ele só estava preocupado, com medo de acontecer com a gente o mesmo que aconteceu com o sr. e a sra. Hudson. Eu conversei com ele. Não se preocupe com isso. ─ Eu amo que ele confie em você para conversar sobre isso.

─ Eu amo sair com George, semana que vem quero ver se levo Louis com a gente. O jogo será às 15h. ─ Oh não! O George vai derreter de vergonha de ter dois malucos gritando para ele na arquibancada. ─ Nossa risada invadiu o quarto.

Catherine nem reparou que durante toda nossa conversa ela ficou rebolando no meu colo e acariciando meu pescoço me deixando praticamente duro dentro da calça do pijama. Com ela ainda em meu colo eu me encostei na cabeceira da cama e nossos olhos se encontraram.

─ Você é tão linda. ─ Sussurrei. ─ Você só quer transar. ─ Eu sempre quero transar com você, porque eu adoro e sempre quero te ter na forma mais completa e mais entregue que há. Mas não é só por isso que te chamei de linda. Você é linda sempre, até quando está toda descabelada dando banho no Louis. Era linda na faculdade quando passava noites em claro estudando. As olheiras enormes... Ah eu achava a mais linda do mundo. Eu te acho a mais linda do mundo!

─ Você sempre me faz derreter de amores por você. ─ Então se derreta sob mim... Vamos fazer amor?

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Não foi preciso mais palavras, suas línguas dançavam num beijo intenso, os dois se desejavam. Catherine vira a cabeça para trás ao sentir a boca de William deslizando por seu pescoço e indo até o ombro, percorrendo sua pele com beijos e carícias, deslizando as alças finas de seu pijama para baixo.

As mãos dele passeiam pelas coxas e sobem por baixo do tecido, percorrendo cada curva do corpo esguio e sentindo a pele lisa e cheirosa ardente de desejo. Ela passa a beijar o rosto dele, descendo pelo pescoço, alcançando a clavícula, um dos pontos mais fracos dele. Ensaia uma mordida ali e o faz respirar fundo, soltando um pequeno gemido.

William não resiste e leva suas mãos aos pequenos seios dela, os dedos sentindo os mamilos eriçados marcando a blusa fina do pijama e provocando uma reação já visível em suas calças. Ele se livra daquele pedaço de tecido, impedindo-o de senti-la. Quando Catherine, volta a beijá-lo, ele encaixa os seios dela em suas mãos, acariciado os mamilos, sentindo-os endurecer em seus dedos. Ela geme, deixando seus lábios entreabertos e mexendo o quadril no colo dele, sentindo-o em sua coxa.

Seus olhares namoram o corpo um do outro. Os dedos dela tocam o peitoral definido de William, mesmo que curtas suas unhas arranham o caminho até a nuca, fazendo os dois suspirarem juntos. Com as pontas dos dedos, o príncipe desliza pelos traços de Catherine, tocando-lhe o nariz, as maças do rosto que saltam quando ela sorri largo, descendo até os lábios macios que ele tanto adora beijar. Sem aguentar mais aquela pequena distância, entrelaça os dedos pelos cabelos longos e volumosos, puxando-a para um beijo devastador.

Pressionam os lábios uns contra os outros e os corpos ao mesmo tempo. As línguas envolvem seus desejos. William passeia as mãos nas costas de Catherine, fazendo ofegar e gemer contra a sua boca. Ele sempre achou lindo o jeitinho dela de se entregar, o modo como o corpo inteiro dela treme aos toques dele, como ele consegue sentir a pele dela arrepiada.

Sem hesitar, o príncipe entra com os dedos dentro da calça do pijama da sua princesa, arranhando levemente as nádegas firmes e voltando às costas. Catherine sente seu prazer doer, apertando ainda mais a boca na de William e os dedos na nuca dele, mordendo-lhe os lábios com força. William a firma com as mãos nas costas e a deita na cama, ficando por cima dela. Ele para um instante com beijos e carícias apenas para admirá-la.

─ Você é tão linda, amor. ─ Ele sorri. ─ Não consigo deixar de dizer isso. ─ Ele lhe toma as mãos e beija cada um dos dedos dela.

Catherine segura o rosto do esposo, olhando-o fixamente, como se querendo guardar em novas memórias cada um daqueles traços, cada pequeno detalhe. Num movimento discreto dos lábios, um sorriso sutil enfeita a face dela. Um sorriso pequeno, mas cheio de significados. Um sorriso que William ama e não resiste. Ele baixa os olhos para a boca de Catherine e a beija mais uma vez, saboreando aqueles lábios macios que ele adora.

O príncipe faz uma trilha de beijos molhados descendo pelo queixo dela, chegando ao pescoço e se deixando inebriar pelo cheiro dela. Mais uma vez, ela move a cabeça para trás, deixando o colo livre. William desce distribuindo beijos e chupões, descendo mais, percorrendo o pequeno vale entre os seios dela. Catherine puxa a nuca de William e o olha num pedido mudo. Ele sabe o que ela quer, sabe o que ela não resiste, mas decide brincar, subindo um pouco, passeando com a língua por seus ombros e deixando chupões em pontos que a fazem estremecer, marcando-a em lugares que apenas ele veria.

─ Oh, meu amor! ─ Catherine geme ao sentir os lábios dele tomando-lhe os seios. Ela agarra às costas dele, movimentando o corpo ao encontro ao dele. Ele chupa, lambe e mordisca os mamilos já eriçados e sensíveis. A morena puxa sua nuca com mais força, fazendo-o parar com aquelas carícias deliciosas ou ela se entregaria antes mesmo dele tocar em seu sexo.

Vendo Catherine já com a respiração alterada e as bochechas enrubescidas, William sorri. Ele busca os lábios dela para um beijo lento, de aconchego e calmaria enquanto as mãos dela logo se livram da calça dele. Ele ajuda a descer o tecido e logo a deixa apenas de calcinha. William pressiona o quadril contra corpo de Catherine ela suspira, olhando-o, pedindo por ele.

Os dedos longos do Príncipe de Gales percorrem a lateral do corpo da sua amada, arrepiando-a e fazendo-a quase perder os sentidos com as sensações daquela carícia em sua pele. Com carinho, ele desliza a calcinha dela, arrastando o tecido até os pés. Num momento de enlevo, William percorre-a inteira com os olhos, admirando a mulher que tem ali, tão perto, tão dele. Jamais se cansaria de olhá-la, tão mulher em sua beleza natural. Mas sua boca tem sede daquela pele. Ele então segura a perna direita dela e começa beijando o pé delicado e pequeno, desce pela panturrilha, chega ao joelho e percorre devagar a coxa. Assim que encontra a virilha, passa com um sopro carinhoso, provocando-a e indo para a perna esquerda, beijando-a por toda sua extensão também. Catherine se remexe, ansiosa por ele, já se sabendo molhada de desejo.

─ William... Wales... ─ Ele sorri ao encará-la, amando seu nome dito naquele tom de luxúria e prazer.

William se posiciona entre as pernas dela, beijando-lhe o sexo, sugando-lhe o clitóris, fazendo-a curvar o corpo e fechar os olhos, tentando buscar forças para resistir e prolongar o seu prazer, mordendo o lábio inferior para não gemer tão alto. Os sons que saem pela garganta dela fazem William desistir de provocar Catherine, ele quer mesmo é saciar seu desejo de ter-se dentro dela. Ao perceber os movimentos do seu esposo, ela logo se livra da cueca box dele, deixando seu pênis livre, brincando com ele em suas mãos ágeis e habilidosas.

─ Ahh Catherine... ─ É a vez dele ofegar. As carícias de Catherine quase o levam ao céu. Ele engatinha sobre ela e se encaixa, olhando-a nos olhos. Ela o guia entre suas pernas. Seus olhos dizem tanto, conversam tanto e os lábios se encontram com fome, com sede. A língua dela desliza pelos lábios dele para depois sugar cada pedacinho dos lábios do seu homem. Os rostos passeiam um pelo outro, os narizes se tocam com carinho.

A Princesa de Gales solta suas mãos e se perde nos olhos azuis do seu príncipe, encontrando ali a mesma adoração de quando se entregaram um ao outro pela primeira vez. Os dois se olham fixamente enquanto ele desliza devagar para dentro dela, deixando-a sentir cada centímetro do seu pênis, um contato que faz os dois mergulharem tão fundo um no outro que nem o medo pode alcançá-los. Os lábios se buscam e se encontram novamente, eles se deliciam no gosto um do outro o mais intenso que podem, enquanto seus corpos se embalam num ritmo lento e forte. A cada vez que William entra nela, Catherine geme entre os beijos. Os dois estão extasiados, tontos de prazer, marcados pelo amor. Pele na pele. Difícil conseguir segurar o êxtase com tanta vontade um do outro.

O desejo é tanto que os dois param o beijo e apenas se olham fixamente, com os rostos bem próximos, misturando as respirações. Seus corpos guiados pelo puro instinto, movendo-se cada vez mais rápidos, buscando o máximo de prazer, permitindo-se guiar pelo desejo. Catherine aperta William contra si e desliza suas pernas pelo corpo dele até pousar as duas em sua cintura, permitindo que ele vá ainda mais dentro dela. Suas unhas arranham os ombros e as costas dele. William geme um tanto mais ofegante que ela, quase chegando ao orgasmo. Ela sorri ao vê-lo sentir tanto prazer ao se satisfazer com ela.

─ Will... Deixa eu ver você... ─ Catherine pede e ele abre os olhos, fixando-se nela.

Catherine quer mergulhar ainda mais fundo naquele azul enquanto seus corpos se entregam ao prazer mágico do orgasmo, apertando-o em sua intimidade e sentindo-o apertá-la de volta, do jeito que ela adora. Apesar de pequena em comparação ao tamanho dele, ela nunca foi frágil. Embaralha seus dedos envolta de sua nuca, apertando-o. As respirações se misturam ainda mais ofegantes enquanto seus corpos se chocam e se entregam, prolongando o prazer de se terem. Os dois se beijam buscando aplacar seus tremores e espasmos. William se vira na cama e leva o corpo de Catherine para cima do seu, apertando-o contra si, querendo se assegurar de que o que acabara de acontecer fora mesmo real, de que ela está realmente em seus braços.

Como se adivinhando os pensamentos dele, a princesa se ajeita por cima e o beija devagar, dizendo-lhe de sua paixão enquanto suas línguas se buscam e se encontram. William deixa seus dedos percorreram seu longo cabelo castanho, retirando alguns fios bagunçados que lhe grudavam no rosto suado.

─ Eu amo você, Catherine. ─ Ele diz com um sorriso pleno.

Ela o contempla, passeia os dedos pelo seu rosto, contornando seus lábios. O homem que ela ama está sem sua cama, em sua casa, em sua vida. William existe e isso a faz sorrir. O fato dele estar ali lhe inspira a querer viver cada dia com mais comprometimento os deveres que lhe aguardam, a faz querer fazer pequenas e grandes viagens, a descobrir outros motivos que o façam ter aquele sorriso tão lindo e sincero.

─ Eu amo você, meu amor. ─ Eu sempre serei apaixonado por você. ─ Ele a aperta ainda mais contra seu corpo e suspira quando ela deita sua cabeça em seu peito largo. William lhe beija os cabelos, prestando atenção em cada minúscula reação dela, que apenas envolve melhor os braços ao redor dele e fecha os olhos.

─ Era tudo que eu precisava... Você. ─ Catherine se declara e o príncipe distribui cheirinhos pelos cabelos dela. ─ Eu? ─ Um sorriso dança no rosto dele. ─ Sim, William, você! ─ Catherine levanta o rosto e sobe um pouco seu corpo, aproximando-se mais. ─ Eu amo ficar dentro do seu abraço, amo quando você me conta seus momentos com nossos filhos, amo quando você se entrega para mim... ─ Amor... ─ Shh... ─ Ela põe um dedo sobre os lábios dele e ganha um beijo. ─ A vida é tão boa com você.

O príncipe sorri e se emociona ao ouvi-la. Sem palavras que possam transmitir a Catherine o tamanho do seu amor, ele a envolve cuidadosamente nos braços e a beija até os dois perderem o fôlego.

─ A vida é tão boa com você. ─ Ele repete a declaração que ela havia feito a ele.

Catherine se deita novamente sobre o peito dele, buscando o pulsar daquele coração. Os dois ficam em silêncio, desfrutando a presença um do outro. Devagar, os dedos se juntam e se entrelaçam. De fato, a vida é realmente boa quando se tem alguém para amar.

Espero que tenham gostado :) Eu não tenho mais tumblr dedicado ao Will e a Kate mas estou sempre no twitter @athleticofwales e posto minhas histórias no Wattpad. Com carinho, Lele

#smut #cambridgepride #royal fanfiction

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Seeing about fantasy bringing knowledge about actual hope.

Heres my horrible tedtalk about fantasy anime.

Everything was great until the nation of the red haired knight protagonists came.

Then everything went down to ashes, okay not really, but i really liked that trope mostly because man would suffer, kill himself, perhaps be mutilated ,traumatized and beyond repair and hed still have hope over people.

By that i mean that despite the worst case in the world being shown in their face they still have hope that one day people will be at peace and i think thats beautiful especially in this pessimistic times of the year

Now what became annoying was the fact that

1-theyd never acknowledge consequences that theyd face in their journey or just brushed complicated cases like it never even existed, which is a bad lesson

It doesnt even teach you why you should still have hope with those in mind.

2-in so many of these, theyd make them a brat and an idiot, but the worst part is that in 2 years theyd change their entire self, like theyre literally completely different, they suddenly become angel and saints when thats not how it works and theyd see being stupid and kind of bratty has an awful thing, Which imo is an even worse lesson.

Which is erasing your entire being, personality and such from the face of the earth, its okay to grow up, but its also okay if some personality about your past stays with you.

3-Kind of rare but in some of them theyd be straight up not brats, not stupid, but terrible to their friends, its okay to be bratty and not understand some situations, its totally different to just offend and insult your friend in the worst way possible because "you didnt understand" my word did you not understand.

Cue my favorite character from this trope and its not from an anime its from a gosh darn korean videogame, that is pretty much inspired on another anime and its clear as day but ANYWAYS.

I just like him

I LIKE ALL OF HIS GOSH DARN PATHS.

I LOVE RUNIE, LOOKS FUN, ABS, GREAT PONYTAIL, ABS, I WAS OBSESSED WITH RUNE MAGIC ON MY CHILDHOOD, ABS, DID I ALSO MENTION THE ABS

AND THE FACT THAT ELSWORD ACKNOWLEDGES HIS SITUATIONS LIKE. BRO.

I ALSO LIKE THAT although he changes a lot because his journey begins when hes 13 until hes 18 years old and hes a brat and kind of uneducated not straight up stupid(he can be smart at times), HES NOT AN ABSOLUTE BUTT TO HIS FRIENDS AND SOME OF HIS OLD TRAITS REMAIN, LIKE HES NOT ALL PERFECT DANDY ANGEL, HES AN ACTUAL PERSON.

I LOVE WHEN HES BLAND AS ROCKS BUT IN A GREAT WAY, NOT IN THE AWFUL WAY.

HES FINE. NOT THAT FINE I MEAN HES TRYING HIS BEST TO KEEP HIMSELF TOGETHER MENTALLY, BUT HES FINE.

Anyways i love elsword. Yes Thats his name.

Yes I did expect the game to be about a sword made by some mystical power which is called El for sure.

But no thats the name of the character, im not sure whats worse being called dicks mcgee or being called elsword.

I think id choose elsword.

i still have no idea who would name their child after a sword, elesis is a fine name, it may sound weird but not entirely because it sounds like an actual fantasy name, so what is elsword supposed to be and why would you call your child a sword, i dont get that, i really don't, its dumdum but i love him.

Still much better than being called lento, which is slow...IN SPANISH.

Some really smart person on the team really decided to call a npc character knight slow in Spanish and i could never stop laughing about it when i saw that in game.

You can make a bunch of puns with Ran too.

Chung couldn't kill ran because he just "ran" away.

Also IT IS REALLY AWFUL THAT THEY NAMED CHUNGS DAD HAS HELPUTT

BECAUSE IT SOUNDS LIKE HELP MY BUTT

I FEEL AWFUL SAYING THAT CUZ I LOVE CHUNG SM TOO AND HIS DAD IS WHOLESOME TOO HIS DAD IS AN AWESOME DAD.

talking about help my butt and prince.

Lets talk about the lord of hamel

The lord of hamel has never looked more of a presumed entitled rich pompous butt, like i could tell he was a bad dude the second he popped in screen, "the enemy could be anywhere!" Cue the most evil entitled looking person walking down the streets of hamel with the yee yee haircut.

Even the dude in bethma didnt look this evil or pompous, just looked rich and entitled that was it, but the lord of hamel just SCREAMS "YAAASS IM THE EVIL GUY, YAAASS"

Though another character that looks extremely distrusting that NOBODY except for chung and ain coincidentally noticed to perhaps be hiding some shady stuff.

Is add.

I forgot laby also calls him the evil looking guy or villain guy and i have never agreed with a description about add so much.

Anyways thats it.

Thats my tedtalk, for those who read this far, congratulations, you played yourself- do not- read this far its like my obsession and my lazy ass head.

#elsword #elbrat

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inkbutterflyuniverse · 9 months

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I just saw the Miraculous movie. This review will contain SPOILERS. There will also be comparaison with the show. I know some people will tell me that I don't have to compare because it's very different but I cannot not compare it because I've seen the show and that's why I have some opinions about things.

And I'm sorry to say that I didn't really liked the movie. Yes the animation was gorgeous, I recognize that, but other than that the plot wasn't convincing for me. So what's following is a ranting about things that make no sense/that I didn't like.

I will begin by the most important thing: the relationship between the love square. I didn't believed it at all. No part of the square was good for me. I felt like there was no build-up at all between the couples. Marinette likes Adrien because he gave her his hand and because he's beautiful. I can understand, it's not very different from the show where she likes him because he gave her his umbrella. But what lacked for me was everything else. They had that discussion at the fair but that's all? I know that it was just shown in random pictures to say that time passed and that they became friends but they didn't had a real conversation? There was the first one at the fair and the one about Emilie but that's all? They didn't show me Marinette being really in love with him.

Same thing for Chat Noir and Ladybug. Yeah she's amazing and you're in love. But give me something? The little spare was nice but that's not enough to make me wanting them together... They really missed the chemistry they have in the show, as partners.

I also need to talk about the songs. I hate most of them. I watched the movie in french and had to pass it in english for the songs, but it wasn't that better... I don't understand why Lou is doing LB's singing voice. I know Jeremy really likes her and she worked for the franchise before, but I'm not really a fan of her voice. To believe that in english it's the amazing Cristina Vee who's voicing Marinette and that they still choose Lou, is very weird. I felt like her voice lacked of power for the songs. Like in the first one, at the end gets closer, the music goes in crescendo and you except something like a note change to go with it, but no she stayed in the same tone all the song. There wasn't a moment where I was like "yeah girl". And Elliot who's doing the french singing voice for Chat Noir is not a good choice. His voice clashed so much with the speaking voice! For Marinette it can still work, her voice is just more mature than when she's speaking. But for Chat Noir? Absolutely no. I don't have anything to say to the person who voiced him in English, but that because I didn't really listened to the sonfs after we got like three of four... 😬

I didn't cared about the akumas, they were there that's all. None of them really marked me. The first one was literally a gargoyle while after that we just got the mimes with powers. It's like Gabriel did nothing except giving them power, they weren't transformed...

Marinette being extremely clumsy at the beginning makes me roll my eyes because it was too much, and I didn't like that she suddenly stopped being clumsy because she was Ladybug?! The girl is a walking cliché: clumsy, no friends, and bullied by the rich girl... Adrien give me nothing he had no characterisation except when he told Gabe that he wasn't his dad anymore, that was great. I didn't understand why Chloe was so sure about Adrien, they NEVER interacted. Gabriel was just pathetic. He is pathetic in the show too, but at least he's an intresting character. Because at the beginning we didn't knew he was Hawkmoth, then it was confirmed it was him and his reasons were kinda understandable. He wasn't a great dad but he was sure he was doing it for Adrien too. Here it's just for him.

Now let's talk about the most important thing: the revelation. The movie just proved why revealing the identities is not a great thing. In the show every time we got a revelation or almost had it, they built-up the the tension. There was always something proving why keeping it secret is a great choice. Their secrets identities are the heart of the show. Without that no love square. The movie revealing the identities was such a bad move. "I will take your earings by magic" okay Hawky you're overpowered nice to know it. And the whole thing with Chat Noir, half of his mask is gone and you're recognizing him? What does that mean about the magic in the suits? It's not a thing here? Because if only half was gone the magic could still work. But I know I shouldn't try to find a real reason when it's for the purpose of the 'plot' that he needs to know it's his son. And after that he straight up detransformed himself to apologize to his son?! Bro that's not credible at all. At least for me. Why would you suddenly stop your plan? You could have tried to convince him to resurrect your mom... So yeah, I hated that part.

Another thing I was curious about was the lucky charm and the cataclysm. It was said that Chat Noir was the destruction and when we saw the green lightning when he was with Hawkmoth, I supposed it was that. But how to explain that they're a special sort of superhero if their only powers is the super suit and their weapons? At least Ladybug could purified the akumas but all the damage they caused was repaired by the city? Notre Dame, the fair, everything the akumas in the pictures destroyed, weren't repaired by Ladybug...

And when she understands that she can repairs it, it's because of the power of love? Just that? Love? Don't make laugh, it's 'ridiculous' would say Chloe and I would agree.

So I can understand that she didn't unlocked the capacity to repair things but the lucky charm is the thing that makes Ladybug her. It's not just a random objects to beat the akuma, it's something that shows her creativity and how smart she can be. I really missed it.

Now for the last seconds wtf. Emilie is on a bed of flowers and there's no glass coffin?! Her body wouldn't be like that if it's been more than a year than she died and she wasn't preserved. I feel like in the show the coffin helped her body, but here it's so laughable.

In conclusion the movie is not a great movie. The show has a lot of flaws but this movie has more. As an introduction about Ladybug and Chat Noir it could work. As a movie for kids it could work too. As a movie for fans of the show it can't work. Maybe I would have liked it better if I had no knowledge about the show, but I still doubt. It was very kid oriented, and very fast. The movie could have been a great retelling of the story but I feel like Jeremy Zag proved once again that if there's a team writing the show it's for a reason. He didn't understood the concept of the show and tried to do something but failed.

#miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #miraculous movie #miraculous spoilers #mlb movie spoilers #miraculous movie spoilers #miraculous movie rant #i didn't liked the movie

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Symbols - Chapter 27

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My dad came home after a few hours, a fond smile on his face at the sight he walked in to. He pressed a quick kiss on top of my head and gave Arise a chaste kiss on the lips.

"Not quite what I was expecting to come home to but I can't say I'm complaining. What have you two been up to today?" He teasingly asked but I could tell he was genuinely curious.

"Not much, just a watched a movie." He nodded happily at my words. A soft, genuine smile on his face. "How was work?"

"Ah, same old same old. I talked to the principal though. He was shocked to hear what had happened and said he'll check the cameras to see if he can find out who they are before making any 'decisions'." His voice was sarcastic and underlined with frustration and disgust. "Do you know why they decided to start something with you?"

"They said that it was because they didn't like how 'close' I was with Komori, Sakusa and Komini and that I better stay away from them and stop going to practices. Accused me of being a whore. Even after I told them that Sakusa has a soulmate, Komini is my half brother and Komori is just a friend. It's also probably because the coach asked me to be the team manager and when I declined he asked me to personally train Komori on overhand receives since nationals is right around the corner. Dad, this is why I don't befriend girls that often, or ever really. They're mostly drama and looking to use me for something. This is how it's always been, just not this violent." A silence fell over the three of us, nobody knew what to say and I just hoped that it wouldn't spark another argument.

"I don't want to keep telling you to no longer befriend boys, because clearly you won't listen. I don't know what else to tell you to do to prevent other people though." I sighed and rubbed my hands against my face.

"It's not my fault that girls act like this. I just don't understand, for years you've been fine with me being friends with Kou, Keiji, Tets and Kenma. I don't see why it's suddenly an issue. What did Komini even tell you that made you reevaluate everything?" My father hung his head, knowing perfectly well what I was talking about.

"Look, sweetie. I don't want to say anything to cause the rift between you and Komini to grow any larger." My gaze hardened, something was telling me I needed to know this.

"Just tell me. Please." He sighed but nodded his head, moving around to sit on the cushion next to Arise.

"He told me that, for your safety, it wouldn't be wise to allow you to only hang out with boys. A lot of them have indecent thoughts and motives and would likely try to use you. I never thought about it like that until he told me." I rolled my eyes and scoffed. This was hilarious and my father looked confused.

"You do realize how stupid that sounds to me, right? More girls have hurt me then any guys. I know what guys are capable of and at the first sign of that, I cut them out. As for the boys he was trying to warn you about? You met one of them, last night. He brought me hope and he's the epitome of a golden retriever. He's just a smaller version of Koutarou. And Sakusa has mysophobia. He's a germaphobe, doesn't like being touched, always sanitizing and wears a medical mask. So I don't think either of them will be much of a threat to me." My dad and Arise sat there with wide eyes, unprepared for my blatant response.

"Honey, I'd like to apologize to you. I've been talking with Arise lately and I didn't realize until as of late just how unfairly I had been treating you. I think part of me was just so excited that I finally got a chance to have a relationship with Komini, I neglected what you were telling me. I'm sorry that I haven't been listening to you lately." It felt like a weight had been lifted off of my shoulders for the first time in a while. It was refreshing.

"I forgive you, instead of just taking his side, can you at least talk to me next time? Please? I've never given you a reason not to trust me, not to my knowledge at least." My voice was strained and quiet, my desperation showing.

"That sounds fair sweetie, I really am sorry." He stood up and gave me a gentle hug, just holding me for a moment before he let go. "I'll be sure to talk to Komini too at some point, just so we're all on the same page." I nodded and felt a piece of my body relax. I was elated that this rift between my father and I shrunk largely, now back to communicating and not ignoring each other to avoid any discourse.

"I'm going to head out, but I had a good time here Kaara. I hope we can do more stuff like movie days again." I nodded and waved her off, taking my leave to my room as well since my father walked her to the door. As soon as I sat down, my phone started blowing up.

Ballsy Boys

From Sakusa: 1 video attachment

From Sakusa: I started recording as soon as I could, Suna would have been quicker though.

Before reading the incoming messages, I clicked on the video, shocked to see Komori anything but calm and happy.

"Get outta here. You three aren't welcome to watch practice anymore." The team looked around in shock at his seething voice.

The three girls from last night looked around confused before the blond pointed to herself. The coach yelled, asking them to come down to talk since he was just as confused.

"We haven't done anything wrong, sir. I don't see why Komori wants us to leave practice."

"Komori, may I ask why?" Komori's usually light filled eyes, were narrowed into slants as he glared daggers at the three girls.

"They know what they did. They're the reason Kaara isn't here today." Everyone around except for Sakusa and Iizuna looked confused. The girls simply tried to hide that their bluff had been called.

"Motoya. Why is Kaara absent today? Take a breath and explain." Komori begrudgingly listened and took a deep, shaky breath.

"Kiyoomi, Kaara and I were leaving to walk her home last night after practice and she forgot her bag. These three kicked the crap out of her until she could barely walk because they were jealous that she's on good terms with the team and wanted her to stop being around me, Oomi and Komini specifically. Kiyoomi and I went back to the gym to find Kaara fucking crying there on the ground with these three assholes around her. We had to call Iizuna to pick us up because she could barely walk. So I don't want them at practice anymore." He stalked closer to the blonde, obviously she was the one in charge and she looked about ready to cry. "So get the hell out. All three of you. And if you ever show up here again, if you ever hurt one of my friends again. You won't be happy." The girl huffed and rolled her eyes.

"Komori," the coach lightly placed a hand on the boys shoulder, "go take a lap. You need to calm down. I'll handle it from here." Komori mumbled a 'yes coach' before turning around and walking off. "Girls, as an educator and a parent, I am disgusted with what I have heard today. Go to the principals office, now. None of you are allowed at any more practices we hold, the principal can decide the rest." They all quickly nodded and walked away at a fast pace.

The video cut off there and I was left in utter shock. I never had a friend outside of my soulmates defend me, let alone a new one I had met less than two full months ago.

From Onigiri Man: Holy shit, I'm proud of you Komori, good on ya

From Camera Man: You did a very nice job at reacting quickly

From Blondie: He ain't wrong, he made all of his points

From Aran: Am I the only one shocked about how Komori got heated for once? Usually he's so smiley and relaxed, it's odd seeing him act otherwise

From Kita: Good job Komori.

From Kaara: Holy shit

To Komori: I saw the video Sakusa sent, I just wanted to say thank you for sticking up for me like that. You didn't have to but it means a lot to me. So thank you.

I set my phone down on my bed, still in shock at the video I had watched. Seeing my friend angered to that level was an unnatural sight, but I don't blame him for getting worked up. He looked particularly distraught at my injured body and the events that occurred last night. A large part of me felt thankful to have made a friend like that, one that wasn't scared to defend me or stick up for me when he saw fit. However, a tiny fraction of me became scared that I may do something to wind up on the receiving end of that pure anger from him. I doubt I would ever push him to that level, but the thought in the back of my head remained, joining all of the other 'what if' case scenarios.

From Komori: Your my friend, of course I'm going to stick up for you

From Komori: But I am sorta on my way to the principals office to give a statement to them cause they want to take it seriously or something so be ready for tomorrow

To Komori: Alright, thank you for the heads up. I hope everything with the principal goes alright.

From Sakusa: I am going to drop off your work from school today after practice, it's essentially the same stuff we did yesterday.

To Sakusa: Are you sure? I'd feel bad if you went out of your way to drop off the work I missed.

From Sakusa: It's not really out of the way, I'll let you know when I'm almost to your house.

I lightly smiled at my friends actions. They truly cared and showed it in their own ways that never left me over thinking or worrying about where I stood in their lives.

I popped up as my phone started ringing, it was Koutarou.

"Hello?"

"HEY HEY HEY!! GUESS WHAT! KAARA GUESS WHAT!" His excitement made me chuckle.

"What?"

"WE HAVE A PRACTICE MATCH TOMORROW WITH ITACHIYAMA!" For some reason, I felt my heart swell with happiness at his words. "WE GET TO SEE YOU TOMORROW!" The smile could be heard in his voice and it was oh so contagious.

"I'll see you both tomorrow Kou. I'll talk to you later though, get back to practice. Alright?" I could practically hear him nod his head and we bid each other goodbye for now.

From Bed Head: Well someone sure is happy

To Bed Head: Don't you have practice?

From Bed Head: Yeah but we're going to a practice match at Shinzen so we're all on the bus right now

From Bed Head: But what got you all happy, pretty?

To Bed Head: Nothing in particular.

From Bed Head: So it has nothing to do with Koutarou and Keiji having a practice match at your school tomorrow?

My face boiled in embarrassment at just how easy these boys could read me at times.

From Bed Head: Aw, is the little atom embarrassed?

To Bed Head: No, my face just gets warm at random. If I'm being honest, I've been worried that I've had a stomach bug or a virus of sorts for a little while now.

From Bed Head: Trust me bubbles, you're not sick or anything

To Bed Head: Then what is it?

From Bed Head: You'll realize it eventually, just trust me when I say you're not sick. Okay?

To Bed Head: Okay, I guess.

From Bed Head: Thank you pretty, but overall how has your day been?

To Bed Head: It's been alright. I spent the first bit getting some homework out of the way, watched TV and then I spent a few hours with Arise. Which was a lot better then I was anticipating. How was school?

From Bed Head: Wait a minute, I'm not just brushing over that. You spent the day with Arise? As in your dads girlfriend?

To Bed Head: Yeah. She stopped over to check in on my while my dad was at work. We got to talking and cleared the air a bit. So then we watched a movie together, my dad came home and I had a talk with him and he apologized for some of the stuff that's been going on.

From Bed Head: I'm in shock. I feel like I didn't read that right. Are you gonna fill us all in later?

To Bed Head: Yes, I was planning on filling you all in on the group call tonight. But how was school?

From Bed Head: It was boring, I actually slept through a few of my classes today

To Bed Head: Tets you know that's not good

From Bed Head: It's fine, little atom. I'm ahead on all of my work so I didn't miss anything

To Bed Head: Still, you're never one to sleep through your classes.

To Bed Head: I'm sorry, none of you have been getting much sleep lately because of me.

From Bed Head: Don't blame yourself Kaara. You didn't make any of your nightmares or any part of yesterday happen. So it's not your fault

To Bed Head: But it is Tetsurou. I'm the one having the nightmares and you all are suffering because of it.

From Bed Head: But you didn't ask to have nightmares. You didn't ask for any of it. You aren't forcing yourself to have nightmares and you aren't forcing yourself to be traumatized. So it isn't your fault, I promise

From Bed Head: And before you say anything else, there's no ifs, ands or buts about it. I know you're going to feel bad but you have no reason to. Remember, if any of the roles were reversed, you would be telling any of us the same exact thing

To Bed Head: I know but I feel guilty because I'm getting nightmares and you all are still suffering and being effected because of it.

From Bed Head: I know that, but it's not your fault. You didn't purposefully cause any of it

To Bed Head: I know but I'm still beating myself up because of it.

From Bed Head: I know bubbles, but try to ration with yourself, alright?

To Bed Head: I'll try I guess.

From Bed Head: Thank you

I tossed my phone to the side of my bed and tried to figure out what to do.

I could shower?

I should shower.

I'm gonna shower.

I quickly gathered my things and went to the bathroom, put on a random playlist and set the water at the right temperature. I caught sight of myself in the mirror and froze, the bruises riddling my body stopping me in my tracks. They ranged in all different sizes, shapes and colors across my stomach and back. Seeing them in the well lit bathroom revealed all the damage dealt compared to the small lamp from last night. I ghosted my fingertips over each mark, careful not to cause myself any more pain as I studied them.

If they saw these they would probably be disgusted.

No doubt about it.

Would they?

Of course they would.

I look so broken.

I shut my eyes tight and turned away from the mirror, not wanting to dive into the rabbit hole of thoughts. I had already gotten lost in so many thoughts in the last week, I didn't want to continue to pattern.

The hot water felt soothing on my tense muscles. Completely relaxing me for a split second as I basked in the heat. It worked wonders on my aching bruises and bumps, loosening me up just enough to feel calm. I knew tomorrow would be rough but thankfully, I could see Koutarou and Keiji tomorrow. I bit back a groan as a new thought entered my mind.

What's Komini going to say?

Is he going to try and do something?

What if he disrespects my boundaries again?

I shouldn't have to worry about this.

How would the boys react?

Will Komini even say anything since Kou is fairly larger then him?

What if he just picks his words towards Keiji then?

What if-

I cut off my thoughts again. Just because I want to avoid rabbit holes, doesn't mean I always will. Everyone is bound to trip and stumble into one sooner or later.

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iloveyouitisruiningmylife · 9 months

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it's been a year since i lied to you and told you that yes ive moved on so can we please be friends again. can you really blame me? i thought getting good at suppressing our memories from that one month meant moving on. i didn't know that i would feel a lump in my throat when you called me suddenly in the middle of a sunday even tho the plan was to talk once a week and we had talked only 3 days before. i didn't know i would feel butterflies in my stomach when i heard your laugh so close to my ear, but can you really blame me for being reminded of you giggling talking about the logistics of kissing on your study table?

but it's been another year since we've talked on the phone. those memories are so distant and blurry and full of light and happiness that i can't even believe they happened to me, it feels like they happened to a different person. so you don't have to worry, because ive moved on now.

remember when i used to tell you that i miss you so much i can't think about anything else, that i spend all my day reading our old chats? and you used to say, you need to stop and there are other people in the world? well, you don't have to worry about feeling uncomfortable now. i passed the exam i failed because i was too heartbroken over you. i go to tuitions and then i go to internship and i come home so late that all i do is eat and sleep. ive been doing better these days.

and you were right, there are other people in the world. but do you know, i asked a girl to come watch barbie with me, and she made a disgusted expression and said she'd already watched it and she hated it? this happened after we shared a coffee and realising we live next to each other and finding out that she watches kdramas and i listen to kpop. so surprising isn't it? someone who probably understands toxic masculinity and gender roles are fucked up still has internalised misogyny in her? nobody can compare to you, you lecturing me about feminism in tenth standard and your little book club with assigned reading as a thousand splendid suns and you having tears in your eyes showing us harry styles with pride flags in his concerts and you being mean and blunt saying i need to talk about my internalised homophobia. im starting to think you were one in a million and i was a fool to lose you, and an even bigger fool to have had you back and then lose you again.

but do you understand now? you told me you didn't, two years ago. i asked you, don't you understand that i was going crazy dealing with my psychotic family and i was depressed and tired and couldn't talk? and you said no, you're sorry, you really don't, you don't understand how someone can not share why they're sad to the person they supposedly love the most in the world. as i was writing this, daylight by taylor swift started playing. ironic, isn't it? there are many memories ive tried to erase from that one month, but this one i cannot forget- me coming into your room the night we planned and asking you if you're sure about this and is this like an experiment thing a oh what's kissing like thing or is it a we're in love with each other thing, and you smiling softly and saying girl yes i am sure it is one hundred percent a we're in love thing.

ive been getting better at sharing my sadness with my loved ones. my parents haven't stopped fighting, my dad shouted at my mom today morning because my brother lost the car keys, but it's okay, ive learned to tune it out. he only lives here for half a month, he stays somewhere else the other half so it's been easier to bear. my sister moved out, finally. ive been sad because of it but i know she's obviously happier there so it's okay. we have a neighbor and they have this tiny tiny annoying si kid she always comes to her house after her mom scolded her to sulk and watch tv with us. how is your little sister doing? i think of her when our neighbor devil comes. and how is your mom doing? are they settling in well to the new city? and how are you doing? have you been okay? we don't have to be exes trying to be friends again. but can't we just be childhood friends (if age 15 was childhood) who drifted apart briefly but found their way back to each other? please?

but it's okay, if we can't. cause like i said, ive moved on.

#it's 2:29 am and i can't sleep #do you get sad on these specific dates too? probably not cause you don't remember dates well #30th july my exams ended 5th of august we had a sleepover with our mutual friend it was the last time we were ever okay before i fucked #it all up permanently it was the last time you let me kiss you in the balcony last time you let me hold your hand tho you pulled away under #the pretense that you were cold. i still don't know if you were really cold or just mad at me #fast forward 28th august you said we should end this and i didn't put up a fight i just said okay if that's what you want #sept 12 we again had a sleepover and you let me rest my head on your shoulder for the last time ever and i rmbr not watching the movie at #all just silently wiping my tears on your shirt #and was it sept 21? you left here forever and you said you'll never come back to this shitty small town and you've kept your word #all of this probably makes you think i haven't moved on at all right?#but i have because i know that the person in my memories no longer exists and i have made my peace with it im glad it happened #and i also know i don't know anything about the person you are today #but id like to know #and you have a tumblr so if you're reading this and you maybe miss me a little too #text me?#okay bye kuch zyada hi bol diya #messages i can't send

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It probably should be at least a bit concerning that Kazuichi hadn't even truly realized he was braiding Mikan's hair until he was reaching for the hair tie on his wrist, what had started out as a study session quickly derailing as the mechanic became distracted by the nurse's hair just within reach. It...made him a little sad, how choppy it was, no doubt because Mikan allowed others to cut it, just as she let them bully her in a myriad of other ways just to be seen. He could understand, in a way, not caring if something hurt so long as people were acknowledging you, but he hoped that by spending more time with the nurse, that doing little things like working on homework, taking her out for ice cream, and yeah, even braiding her hair, that she would slowly break away from those self destructive habits and cruel people and instead rely on the positive attention from Kazuichi and their other friends when she felt she needed it.

Nevermind the fact that Kaz himself had a few self destructive habits of his own he had no intent to correct, often pushing himself to extremes just to please others, neglecting to eat in order to save as much money as he could for his unappreciative father in hopes it would bring him up in the man's eyes, forgoing sleep when anxiety plagued him or when he felt as if breaks weren't an option. All he was was his work, and too often did things end in a fire for him to be satisfied with it. Sure, he had successes along with them, but the ultimate mechanic shouldn't fail at all, let alone as much as he did. He never felt like he deserved the title, and that was why he needed to prove he was worthy of it, not only for himself, but to also show his dad that he deserved this, that he wasn't a failure, that he was worth something...

Right now, though, he didn't have those doubts, didn't feel the need to near kill himself in his workshop, or by being an over glorified maintenance man for the school with no pay to show for it. No, Mikan had his full attention now, the world not existing outside her dorm room as he secured the braid into place with a wide grin. "Hey, check it out, we match!" Said with a tug of his own smaller braid, his eyes were bright behind the thick lenses of his glasses, his usual pink contacts having been forgone that day after Mikan had told him the dangers of keeping them in for too long, leaving their natural bright blue on display for no one else to see but Mikan. He knew she wouldn't laugh at him, wouldn't belittle him for wearing them, for wasting him money on such unnecessary prescription cosmetics when he glasses were more than enough.

Tucking in a stray lock behind the nurse's ear, that smile fell a bit, Kaz's hand lingering for a moment as his eyes picked out each lock that had refused to stay in the braid with how short they were, like they were suddenly a beacon, and he was a moth. He...hadn't noticed just how uneven her hair was, even as he was fiddling with it, the braid making those cut bits all the more obvious where they stuck out from the carefully twisted strands. "Hey, uh...I'm not like, super good at it or anything, but um...I cut my own hair since going to get it done is expensive as shit, and..." How could he say this without hurting Mikan's feelings? He didn't want that, he wanted to help. "I guess, I'm trying to say I can even out your hair, if you want. It wouldn't take much to blend the shorter bits in. Or I could cut it short if you want! I swear I can do a better job than what I do for myself, I even help Fuyu with his buzzcut sometimes! He says he only comes to me 'cause there's no way a 'two bit bubblegum bitch' like me would have the nerve to kill him while he's vulnerable and all, but I mean, I gotta be doing a good job if he keeps coming back, right? I'm not the only one who wouldn't kill him...um, at least I hope I'm not..."

Mikan hadn't even noticed his hands running through her hair until he was nearly done with the braid. She was far too focused on the textbook she was reading, eyes scanning the pages and mentally noting which ideas and topics would probably show up in future assignments. She liked studying, especially with other people, because it helped her focus on her future. Her current home life was pathetic and traumatic, so her only escape was school and her studies.

She could feel her eyelids getting heavy as Kaz continued to plait her hair, the words on the pages of her textbook getting fuzzy as she let herself relax and enjoy the quiet atmosphere. She felt safe around Kazuichi, and considering how often they'd been hanging out lately, she could admit he'd become one of her favourite people. She let out a small yawn as he tied off the braid and called attention to the fact that it matched the braid in his own hair.

"Oh!! I've n-never had someone braid my hair b-before!!" She replied sleepily. She took the long strand in her hands for a moment and admired the work he'd done - sure, her uneven layers ended up sticking out of the braid every which way, but she found it beautiful nonetheless. Her eyes got all watery as he continued to ramble on about possibly giving her a haircut to even out the choppy locks, her emotions suddenly bubbling over. She tilted her head toward his hand as he gently tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

She gave him a nervous smile, her eyes glossy and wet, before she turned to face him and threw her arms around him. She sobbed softly as she hugged him tightly. "You'd d-do that for me?" She asked between sobs. "I d-don't deserve you, S-Souda. Y-You're so nice to me!"

She sniffled softly, burying her face in his shirt and letting herself calm down a little before she pulled away from him and wiped her eyes with her sleeve. "I'm s-sorry! I m-made a mess of your shirt," She apologized, pulling out her hand towel from her book bag and gently trying to wipe the inky black stain off his shirt. "I sh-should really invest in some w-waterproof mascara..."

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phoenixyfriend · 3 years

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When Obi-Wan gets to AotC, there's also about two dozen Anakin clones on-site. They're all girls because... IDK Anakin is trans. They have a hive mind and are developmentally a few years younger than Anakin himself.

It's incredibly unsettling to Obi-Wan.

It's almost definitely a "fuck with Anakin's already fragile mental health" ploy by Palpatine, along with a "what if Jedi Black Widows, for me, a Sith Lord. Wouldn't that be neat? That would be neat."

Anakin is torn between "this freaks me out" and "GANG OF BABY SISTERS LET'S GOOOOOOO."

(I just finished reading Like Real People Do by glimmerglanger, so this is definitely inspired by that and the obligatory 'lay back in bed and daydream variations on plot points of that fic you just really enjoyed,' and also a little by Same Heart, Same Blood by loosingletters.)

They're physically like 14-16 on average, and Anakin's vibrating out of his skin with a million conflicting emotions, but when he tells Padme she's just like "oh, you have a handmaiden gang!"

I told this to @willowcrowned and she suggested:

Once Anakin decides to repress the part of him that’s weirded out and just regard them as baby sisters he gets. A little strange about it The first time one of them dies he may or may not slaughter every person he can [in response to Padme's comment] Anakin starts worrying that he needs to get them cool matching outfits

I also chatted about it with @firebirdeternal and they said:

Gang of Unsettling Smol Siblings is exactly the Karma that Anakin deserves

Do you think the Clones have a kind of Collective Name that they use at first that eventually just kind of morphs into a new last name? Skysisters or something? Like Palpatine was trying to be clever and name them like the Nightsisters.

I initially went with "functionally one person" hive-mind but I'm torn.

I think maybe they're BASICALLY one person on Kamino but drift into Separate Consciousness once they're far enough apart physically that their minds don't blend from proximity anymore.

Then they start Dating (like half of them are dating Fett clones because they grew up with these dudes, it's like childhood friends romance), and Anakin loses his mind about Protecting Them and They're Too Young.

Padme: You're nineteen and we just got married, they can date. Anakin: THEY'RE EIGHT. Padme: And the Fett clones are ten and dying for us in the field. Get them rights before you panic about their love lives.

Firebird:

it could be worse, one of them could imprint on Obi-Wan. "Anakin I promise I won't yell at you for the next five stupid things you do if you can figure out a way to stop this baby from having a crush on me" (I like the idea of Obi-wan bargaining not with "I won't be mad at you ever" because they Both Know That's Not True, and instead haggling with specific allowances. Like he's handing out Stupidity Coupons)

Please imagine Mace and Obi-Wan's personal responses to the idea of suddenly having to deal with not one, not two, but OVER TWENTY SKYWALKERS.

Plo is delighted to take one off their hands.

So is Yoda.

Willow:

Mace is like. okay suicide isn’t the Jedi way but on the other hand. i physically cannot deal with this Yoda: a skywalker, you say? one who is tall enough to reach the top shelf, you say? such a skywalker, bring me

Anakin would be given at least one because fuck you, suffer with us, but he's still a padawan so Ugh, fine, no.

I want to say one stays on Coruscant to hang out with the Guard, and ends up half-adopted by Padme. She keeps dressing up the Aniclone left with her in handmaiden outfits and sending selfies to Anakin.

"Hanging out with the little SiL!"

Anakin has so many issues about WHEN his genetic material was acquired.

And there's some confusion from the Fett clones about how much of a hive mind is normal for Jedi. They are confused that the answer is basically none, and "this is WHY nobody clones a Jedi"

ONE OF THEM STEALS BOBA FROM THE ARENA ON GEONOSIS.

Firebird:

"I have followed in our progenitor's footsteps and acquired a sibling." holds up a struggling Boba "He bites."

Willow:

Ooooo okay so if they have a sort of hive mind then they probably don’t have names other than their designations on Kamino right BUT When they SEPARATE The one that picks Boba up on Geonosis gets a name specifically for that. Okay what if the one Padmé picks up gets some variant on ‘pretty’ because she’s always being dressed up BELLE Maybe Yoda’s Ani has a name that means thief? Because obviously Yoda is using Anakin to steal sweets

So, to make the timeline work...

I don't think anyone would give Anakin one of his sisters until after he's knighted at least.

So obviously when they're doing initial placements none of the sisters go to him or Obi-Wan.

Once he's knighted, of course they're already all placed with someone, and Anakin instead gets Ahsoka. He loves Ahsoka. She is also a little sister. He said so.

At some point afterwards, one of the sisters is left without a place because the Master that was in charge of her died in the field battle.

That sister then gets placed with Obi-Wan, because he's already mostly-successfully raised one Skywalker, so he can do it again.

Anakin gets to hang out with her basically all the time.

Ahsoka is very very jealous of this girl stealing Anakin's attention.

Anakin is oblivious to the rivalry.

He asks Barriss to look after them while he's discussing Adult War Things with Luminara and Obi-Wan, and Barriss gets an eye into This Mess, which is quickly colored by Ahsoka growing a puppy crush on the lovely Miss Offee herself.

Firebird:

Ahsoka: Ah yes, my nemesis. Anisister: Ah yes, my new older sister whom I want to impress so bad.

"I will impress her by being Stoic and Competent" "Oh my god she must think she's so much better than me what a bitch"

Anakin is oblivious to most things to be fair Anakin: Laser focused precision fighting machine who can read the tiniest body movements and predict your moves seconds in advance, who also cannot understand even the most basic social nuance. I was originally writing this as to Dunk on Anakin but then I made myself sad, because none of those things are really his fault.

So you know that post about like, Sasuke and Brooding, specifically in the context of "Brooding" as it's used to refer to Nesting Chickens? Grouchy and protective and sitting on a tennis ball trying to hatch it because they're just. "These are my Babies." Anakin Broods. Baby sisters. Must protecc. "I'm actually fine and extremely deadly in combat." "MUST PROTECT."

Bad Guy: [catches Ahsoka in a Trap] Aniclone: Must rescue sister! Aniclone: [fights, is not winning fight, gets ouched] Ahsoka tearing her way out of Trap: I lived bitch. Also: stay the fuck away from her. [murders so hard]

Ahsoka catches the Protective Older Sib feels by the traditional method: "Hey, only I'm allowed to be mean to them."

Willow:

Oh Anakin has no clue what’s going on. He walks in on Ahsoka glaring at the Ani and is like!!! Little sisters!!! Bonding!!! When Ahsoka was about three seconds away from tossing her out of the airlock. Ahsoka mistakenly assumes that Barriss has a crush on the Ani, and gets even MORE jealous.

Obi-Wan is like oh god. I can’t take care of an Anakin going through puberty again. He’s great with periods and other stuff because he read about a billion books. He is TERRIBLE with everything else, as he was the first time.

Barriss is like???? YOU'RE BOTH CHILDREN, PLEASE CALM DOWN, I HAVE ZERO INTEREST IN DATING ANYONE, LET ALONE SOMEONE YOUR AGE.

IDK how old Obi-Wan's Aniclone is, probably physically the same age as Ahsoka?

Per @atagotiak on discord:

Also something something, similarities btw Anakin and Obi-Wan where like. "Am I a parent? That seems uncomfortable, I'm too young to be a dad to a kid this age, I mean I'm cool with being a mentor/caretaker but..."

Obi-Wan can't even sidestep parenthood this time.

"Is Anakin basically your dad?" "Uhhhhhh" [Muffled discussion] "So Obi-Wan is your dad." "Okay!" "WAIT NO I DIDN'T AGREE TO THIS"

Ahsoka: She's stealing my brother, that BITCH. Obi-Wan's Aniclone: new sister new sister new sister gotta make a good impression

Firebird:

I feel like the Sister Squad would make very effective interstellar espionage agents Even like, kind of by accident. They just get encouraged to branch out in their interests and figure out what they want to do with their lives and end up all over the dang place, and since they're all pretty dang competent they tend to gravitate towards Important Positions wherever they end up. Except for one sister who just retires to raise Space Sheep.

I like that in this AU Palpatine is just like "I will create an army of Loyal Murderers who will obey my every whim and also be a big psychological lever on my Other Pet Murderer," and then they all just Baby Duckling imprint on the first Jedi to be nice to them instead and he has to just be like "Wait no not like that."

AND one of them Steals Boba

I want Obi-Wan's Aniclone to start dating Fives. All the sisters judge her for it, because he's a Goof. A very competent, ARC Trooper goof! But a goof.

Not as goofy as Anakin, though.

Firebird:

Who expects a clone of Anakin Skywalker to not make questionable lifelong romantic choices impulsively?

#Anakin Skywalker #Ahsoka Tano #Obi Wan Kenobi #Disaster Lineage #Sheev Palpatine #Skeevy Sheev #cloning #Yoda #Mace Windu #Skysisters AU #trans anakin skywalker #Phoenix Posts #hive mind #Padme Amidala #Anidala

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the-lone-witch-and-secret-room · 3 years

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Camila Noceda and Flawed Parenting

A perspective by a flawed person with loving but extremely flawed parents

I’m genuinely baffled at some people’s hostile reaction towards Camila. Like… do any of you have flawless parents that always know the best solution instantly, make no mistakes and never get emotional?

My parents are great. They’re super supportive and I love them very, very much. Overall I think I got very lucky in the parents department.

But god, they are far from flawless. I still live at home, and despite all the good, there’s moments when I can’t take my dad anymore. He’s the kind of dad that stayed up until two am to help me with homework when I was in school, and he does so, so many things to make sure I’m happy. I know that. But despite all of this, I have told my mom in emotional moments before that I’m not sure if I can keep living with him, because for all his good sides, he has a couple of fatal flaws that sometimes make him unbearable.

My mom listens to me and is very open to being educated on certain topics, but she has her flaws, too. She hates when I fight with my dad, and gets so torn up about it that I’ve once apologized to my dad out of fear of her getting into a car crash otherwise. She’s very vocal about certain flaws of mine, and sometimes uses the things she does for me as leverage against me when she gets very emotional.

And both of my parents pay a lot more attention to my brother because he needs it more, because he’s more of a “problem child” while I “seem so capable” even when I’m not.

And guess what? I’m not a perfect child. I make mistakes sometimes, some of them pretty severe. Just like Luz, I’m the kind of person that struggles to communicate certain issues of mine to her parents. I’m stubborn, and when I get emotional, I say very hurtful things sometimes. So do they.

And this has nothing to do with my parents being horrible or abusive. They’re neither of those things.

The takeaway from this should not be that my entire family is made up of terrible people, but that we’re all flawed in our own ways, despite loving each other and trying our best. There’s things about my parents I wish I could change, and there are things about me that my parents wish they could change. And to an extent, that’s perfectly normal.

In our strengths and flaws and frustration with each other, we’re all human.

Specific, spoiler-y Camila and Luz things under the cut since this got very long.

We have no indication that Camila has a pattern of emotionally manipulating Luz. Her “emotional manipulation” as I’ve seen some people put it, is people for some reason thinking that the second you become an adult, you’re suddenly perfect and can no longer make mistakes, lest you’ll be dubbed horrible and abusive.

The whole concept is absurd to me. There is no perfect way to parent. There simply isn’t. Of course, there’s some genuinely abusive patterns that are horrible and inexcusable. But out of the parenting styles that aren’t, which one works depends on a number of factors, one of which absolutely includes that every child is different and has different needs. Camila is an amazing parent for Vee, giving the kid everything she’s ever longed for. She’s not an ideal parent for Luz. And that’s because Luz and Vee have fundamentally different needs.

Likewise, Luz is a pretty great child for Eda, but not a perfect fit for Camila. Luz relates to Eda a lot more than she relates to her mom, and that’s why the two of them have an easier time understanding each other. Both of these mother-child relationships exist, and one is not more doomed to fail than the other, but I think you’ll agree that the better you understand someone and where they’re coming from, the easier it is to communicate, pick up on certain signs, etc.

As mom and daughter, Camila and Luz are both flawed and have issues seeing the other’s perspective because of how different they are. And we should simultaneously acknowledge both of their roles in the issue and give both of them the space to learn and grow past those issues.

Luz struggles to communicate her problems. She doesn’t want to burden people in the demon realm, and it’s a given that this started out as not wanting to burden her mom. So she keeps quiet about her issues. Camila tries hard but can’t read her daughter’s mind, so there’s only so much she can do to understand and help the way Luz needs her to. Hell, Eda, who Luz is a lot more open with than her mom, struggles to help her, because Luz doesn’t tell her what’s wrong. I don’t see anyone calling Eda a terrible mom for that.

Camila tries her best, but she struggles to understand her daughter because of this, and because of how fundamentally different they are. She loves Luz’s creativity, we actively see her supporting it in the new episode—she keeps the weird stuff Luz made because she thinks Luz will regret throwing it away, and even plays along in what she assumes to be some elaborate role play because “she’s glad Luz kept her creativity even though it’s not made things easy for her at school”. But at the beginning of the show, said creativity got out of hand and people got hurt. Luz could’ve gotten hurt. So of course Camila had to interfere. I love Luz dearly, but she thought it was okay to bring snakes to school and set off fireworks inside a school building. Creativity is great. Doing reckless stuff that causes people to get hurt is not.

In sending Luz to camp, Camila tried to have someone else fix her issue because she didn’t know how to help Luz. That was a mistake, and a bad one at that, but she’s realizing that. She looks disheartened when Vee tries to throw out Luz’s stuff, because she never meant to change her daughter or take that part of her away. She just thought Luz needed a reality check—which, for the record, is something the narrative actually agrees with.

Luz spends her time in the demon realm getting reality check after reality check, realizing that even her ideal fantasy world where she has everything she always wanted doesn’t mean she’s free of consequences. She goes overboard constantly, causing:

-Eda to be forced to fly into a trap because Luz is chasing a fantasy (Witches before Wizards)

-Eda to almost be branded by her sister because Luz doesn’t think through why Eda doesn’t use magic to publicly announce her presence constantly (Once Upon a Swap)

-Eda and the twins to get kidnapped by a Slitherbeast because Luz stole Amity’s wand (Adventures in the Elements)

-Her friends to get hurt when she goes overboard trying to help Willow (Wing it like Witches)

-Eda to be captured and almost petrified because Luz thought she could just steal from the Emperor with no consequences in an attempt to help (Agony of a Witch)

I’m like 90% sure these aren’t even all. None of those make her a terrible person, for the record, but as all humans are, she is flawed and makes bad choices. She learns from these experiences and matures, just like her mom had hoped she would at camp. She’s also made friends there, which was another thing Camila wanted for her daughter.

You’ll probably realize that a lot of Luz’s behaviors I mentioned follow one of two patterns: 1. Luz’s idealized fantasy world causing problems, when she walks around with rose tinted glasses and gets people in trouble in the process because she hasn’t thought about the consequences, and 2. Luz trying to help someone she loves, but instead making things worse in the progress. The issue with this one is often that she doesn’t communicate her ideas/listen to the people she’s trying to help—like when Willow and Gus said they’ve had enough of Grudgby, or how she never actually talks to Eda about the healing hat idea before doing something reckless.

…does the latter one sound familiar to you at all? No? Because it’s the exact same thing that Camila did.

Some of the things Luz does are reckless and actively endanger others and herself, and that’s something that I think we need to acknowledge before judging Camila. As Luz’s mom, it’s Camila’s job to interfere in those situations. That she made a mistake while trying to protect Luz doesn’t make her a terrible person, especially as, again, the narrative proves her right to an extent.

I’m not saying her making Luz promise to come back and stay isn’t something that hurt Luz—it absolutely is. But it was born out of desperation. She’s emotional and in shock. She’s so full of pain and regret. She just wants her fourteen year old daughter home safe, and there’s nothing abusive or even morally ambiguous about that.

From Luz’s perspective, what she says is absolutely heartbreaking, but from Camila’s, it’s perfectly reasonable. I doubt Camila has the full picture, but even if she does, she’s had a full fifteen seconds to process that her daughter has not only been lying to her for months, but chose to leave her, and is in the demon realm of all places. Of course she’d be emotional and upset about that! Who wouldn’t? Camila isn’t a robot. If she’d been calm about this I’d be way more concerned, honestly.

My parents don’t get mad that easily, but if I would lie to them for weeks on end, they’d be pissed off too, not even taking the running away from home part into account. That’s a normal thing. People don’t like being lied to. Camila is absolutely devastated in that moment because she’s scared that Luz left because she hates her, when Luz actively states that her leaving wasn’t about her mom—which is another thing we should really be acknowledging.

Abusive parents suck and abuse should obviously never be apologized or trivialized, but saying something hurtful in the heat of the moment isn’t the same thing as being an abusive parent. My parents have done this. I’ve done this. And yes, those things can be emotionally manipulative, but there’s a huge difference in whether that’s a habit or a person speaking out of hurt and desperation in a very specific context. I doubt there’s anyone on the entire planet that hasn’t had a bad moment where they’ve said something like this because they were hurting. People lash out when they hurt, and they beg for reassurance when they’re scared. That’s something we all do.

The whole mindset of “all parents have to be perfect and can never get upset or make any mistakes” is harmful as hell, and honestly also very unrealistic. No parent is perfect, and especially people like me who have a relationship with their parents that’s very good overall should know that.

Once you have a child, parenting is a non-stop learning process, every day for the rest of your life. Taking away that room to grow and expecting perfection isn’t helping anyone, especially not struggling single parents.

And I see Camila as someone who is very willing to learn, because at the end of the day, all she wants is for Luz to be happy. Let’s give her some time to wrap her head around this whole situation. Let’s see what she says once she sees for herself how happy Luz is in that world, may it be via the videos eventually coming through or Camila visiting and meeting Luz’s found family, her friends and her girlfriend.

Ultimately, I don’t think Camila will force Luz to stay at home, but we have to give her some time. She wants what’s best for Luz, and she’s gonna need some convincing that a dangerous magical world is what’s best. I feel like that’s very normal considering the circumstances.

Her and Luz need to work on their communication on both ends, they both have things to learn, but I’m certain they’ll manage to fix their relationship in the long run.

If the bunk bed is any indication, I think Vee is gonna stay in the human realm permanently while Luz sleeps at home but keeps attending Hexside in the daytime. That feels like a solution that keeps everyone happy, and allows Luz to spend time with all the people she loves. I can’t see her being forced to choose at the end.

As a closing statement: Eda isn’t an ideal mom, Amity isn’t an ideal friend or girlfriend and neither is Luz, Lilith isn’t an ideal sister… but that’s because no one is ever an ideal anything. Being flawed is a big part of being human. Everyone has different facets to their personality. Their flaws are what makes them such great, relatable, believable characters.

And I feel the same way about Camila. She’s an extremely believable character that reminds me of my own parents, flawed but very loving nonetheless.

(Also honestly, I think it’s pretty telling that some of you guys immediately bash the black single mom that’s obviously trying her hardest while giving the benefit of the doubt to Alador, who has been portrayed as neglecting and threatened his six year old daughter on screen. This was already a thing before we knew much about either of them, and I’m disappointed but unfortunately not very surprised that it still is.)

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Alpha Bakugou & his late blooming Omega girlfriend 🌬🥀

PART TWO

Honorable mentions: @jazzylove @bakugoismisunderstood @koreylive

Okay since so many of you seemed to really enjoy this “Just thinking about”, I’m turning it into a short story. I’m thinking it will have four parts all together (including the original post). So I know I’d said that I’d give you a nice big dose of Scumbag Suki this update, buuuut that was before I knew this was going to take off like it did 🙈 The next one is entirely his POV so you’ll get your fill then!

Part 3

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“Suki, did you really have to be that harsh towards Izuku when we left the playground earlier? I know you dislike him now but….”

You trail off as you get settled on the plush, blanket lined floor of the small tent you and Bakugou had set up in your backyard. Supposedly there was going to be “A shit load of shooting stars tonight!” acording to one of your classmates. You were excited and insisted on staying up to watch, and as usual, Katsuki inserts himself into any and everything you do. Therefore; The two of you had rushed home after school, asked both your mothers and pleaded to spend the night together out in the yard. Deciding that you two were still at the age where anything other than star gazing was unlikely to happen, they allowed it.

Battery operated fairy lights were strung along the roof of the tent and a small lantern illuminated the center, giving the inside a pink and orange glow.

“Hah?! No way was I about to let stupid Deku come and ruin OUR sleep over! This is for me and you ________, no one else….just…us” a light breeze blew in through the open tent flap and treated Katsuki to be briefly overcome by your scent.

The two of you had your scent glands come in around the same time and still weren’t entirely used to it just yet. All both of you knew is that you favored each other’s scents over anyone else’s. It was kind of getting embarrassing how much you were beginning to enjoy your temperamental best friend’s spiced caramel aroma. So much so you had to make a conscious effort not to lean into him and sniff at his neck from time to time. He was subtle about it, but certainly didn’t mind bumping into or brushing up against you more often than ever to get a whiff of your intoxicating fragrance. Even getting hit with a face full just now had his brain feeling sluggish as beads of sweat began forming along his hairline.

A voice inside his head started incessantly growling “touch her, touch her TOUCH HER”. Under the guise of getting comfortable he shifted his leg to rest up against yours and his mind quieted instantly.

“I….I know that Kat…I wouldn’t have invited him anyway!” Your face began to redden as you brazenly blurted out; “I like when it’s just you and I, we always have the most fun”.

He instantly perked up at hearing that, but he couldn’t help but ask; “So you like me better than him? You think I’m BETTER than him?”. Leaning into you as he waited for you to answer his question, eyes narrowed.

“You know I do! Besides….” You couldn’t help yourself as you leaned towards him and inhaled deeply “You smell so much better than him too!”.

Oh hell now you’d done it ________, you unknowingly opened the metaphoric Pandora’s box.

He didn’t speak right away, just smirked back at you and enjoyed the devious expression on your face. After another minute spent invading one another’s personal space you were first to snap out of it quickly muttering; “M’sorry Suki I..I dunno what happened I shouldn’t have got in your face like that!”. You sat back up and moved your leg so it was no longer touching his. Unable to comprehend the sudden feeling of sadness at the loss of contact, or attribute it to the fact that you were no longer touching him. Katsuki frowned immediately and scooted back against you, “S’okay princess…s’not like it’s a big deal”. His use of the familiar nickname only succeeding to fluster you further.

The next few moments were spent in silence.

Surprisingly, It was you that eventually broke it asking; “Suki do you know…d’you know what mates are?”. You immediately began to play with the cheap desk telescope you’d brought out to avoid looking at him, your heart was beating a lot faster now. The startled look on his face would have informed you that your question caught him off gaurd; Surely you hadn’t just had the same thought he did?! Well either that or you could read minds….that wasn’t very likely, thank god.

“Ah well my mom told me it’s when two people decide that they want to always be together and get sad if they are ever apart…so they live together….and then other stuff happens that damn brats don’t need to know just yet” he finished lamely, confused as to why he felt so strange reciting his mother’s words exactly as she’d originally said them.

“I get sad when we have to go inside our houses at night and stop playing together” you said, the depressed tone of voice sounded like it was happening right then. “Me too…I wish we lived together cause then you’d always be with me” he confessed shooting you a nervous glance. Your eyes lit up and you beamed at him when the idea suddenly struck; “We have to become mates now Katsuki, we have to!”. You got up on your knees and began frantically shuffling things around the tiny tent. “If we’re mates then our parents can’t tell us we have to stop playing and separate at night! We’ll always be able to stay together!” Your sporadic movement and sudden outburst immediately infected your companion with the same frantic energy, albeit nervous, but excited all the same as he stared at you with wide eyes.

“You’re right _________! That’s a great idea”

“I know!”

“So uh..umm how uh…how do we do that?”

You stop smoothing the blankets out to stare at Katsuki, “You don’t know how?”.

“No” he admits glumly.

You can’t hold back the distressed whimper that escapes you and Katsuki is immediately at your side trying to console you “Hey princess it’s alright-“. “NO!” you exclaim “We need to do this to stay together forever!”.

Then you remembered something; “I see my mom and dad do this every morning”. You roll up the sleeve of your jacket and bring your wrist up, simulating the motion of rubbing it across the scent gland on your neck. Katsuki nods his head in understanding; “Oh yeah, mine do the same thing! Let’s do that!”. He lays back and stretches his neck out, “You do me first and then I’ll do you kay?”.

“Kay”

You nod and smile down at him, shuffling towards his head and bringing your wrist up to his neck. You hold your breath as your skin makes contact with his and start lightly rubbing over his scent gland a few times.

“S-Shit” he says softly, squirming slightly.

“What?! Did I hurt you??!” You ask.

Fear immediately replacing excitement and distracting you from reprimanding him for uttering a curse word as you usually would.

“N-No it didn’t hurt…please d-do it again”

You do, continuing thoughtlessly as you become enthralled by his peaceful expression and relaxed as he starts purring.

“Your turn”

You take his spot laying down on the fluffy blanket strewn floor, shivering with anticipation and the slight chill in the night air. His touch warms you from the inside out and you gasp at the sudden sensation. Relaxing once more, you look up at him through heavily lidded eyes and return the smile he’s giving you.

Neither one of you has any idea that this situation is going to come with serious consequences.

Eventually you remember the whole reason you two had decided to camp out in the first place; “The shooting stars!” You cry sitting up and narrowly avoiding head butting the blonde boy above you. “Hey!” He snarls. You stand and open the window flap in the tents ceiling, just as you do you see the first “star” shoot across the sky. “Woah! Quick make a wish make a wish kat!”.

He won’t admit it…but he does, and so do you.

As more stars shoot across the sky the two of you lay together; Happily curled up in the blankets, snuggling up together. Occasionally one of you brings your wrist up and begins to rub the others neck lazily, while continuing to watch the dazzling light show taking place above you. Both of you end up falling asleep long before it’s over. The sound of Katsuki’s continuous purring, lulling you into the most comfortable sleep possible.

Well that, and how his natural warmth just seemed to consume you….

Warmth…so warm at times it could get uncomfortable.

Like right now…too close…too hot

Your eyes snap open and you take in your surroundings; This is your dorm room, you’re at school right now, safe. Your clothes and sheets are soaked through with sweat. Not just sweat apparently; After waking up more you realize your lower body feels disgustingly sticky. Then a tingling sensation begins at the tip of your toes, rapidly spreading up your legs until it reaches the special place between them. Then it’s like a literal fucking furnace has exploded down there! Not to mention the heavyweight that has now come to rest in your lower stomach as it begins to cramp.

“Ow! ow! Ow!”

You try to feel around the bed for your phone, you could call one of your friends to come help you.Friends….that’s right they all left for the weekend! Wait not all of them left, Katsuki! He’s still here! That’s right, you were supposed to go over to his room, last night? Is it already morning? Fuck who knows.

You start to cry when you can’t feel your phone nearby on the bed, you don’t wanna look for it.

You don’t wanna be alone either though….Your scared. His room is just down the hall it’s not too far away, maybe if you just take it slow you’ll make it. You force yourself to get up, not even caring that all you have on is a tiny pair of sleep shorts and a sports bra.

You bend down to grab your slides out from beneath the bed and slip them on your feet before moving forward.

One foot in front of the other.

Your hunched over, one arm wrapped around your stomach and sweat freely dribbling down your face, coating your chest, sliding down the valley between your breasts.

Jesus, I must look like fucking shit right now.

As you make it into the hallway and start your journey all you can think about is how badly you want to see Katsuki. He always makes everything better somehow; That smile he wears just for you makes your heart sing normally. Right now you just let out a pained keen at the thought. Your inner omega has always been quiet enough to ignore in the past, but now she’s practically screeching like a fucking banshee inside of your head.

Just one word, over & over & over again:

Alpha

Alpha!

ALPHAAA!!!

With each screech your primal urges and instincts had began overwhelming you. Eventually reaching a point where the lines between the two began to blur. Making you feel more like a wounded beast that’s gone absolutely feral, while slowly dragging yourself down the hallway.

Once you get about halfway down you start to smell the familiar scent that you’ve become so fond of. Only it’s so much stronger and….muskier? It’s intoxicating, and so potent, you need more! Somehow your legs are moving quicker thanks to this new desperation manIfesting. Once you finally reach his door you have to stop yourself from breaking it down; Frantically pounding on it instead, and now you’ve started crying, salivating, and you’re just a goddamn walking train wreck… Somehow you don’t care, your appearance doesn’t matter, you just need HIM right now.

When the door opens you stumble inside.

The sound of his voice quieting your shrieking omega as soon as it reaches your ears;

“Finally decided to show up? Was waiting all fuckin’ night for you and…hey what’s wrong? Oh shit…fuck”.

Fuck is very right.

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Tried to write some cozy, Christmas vibe fanfic where everyone is happy. Ofc Y/n is Sirius' daughter because I like this trope in Golden Trio era fanfics idk sorry aaaa

The reader pronouns: she/her (I decided to start adding this instead of writing it in the pairing thing like a character x pronoun!reader)

Pairing: friends!Golden Trio x reader, dad!Sirius Black x reader, hints at Fred Weasley x reader, a bit of Jily

Words count: 4.1k

Tw: none, everyone is safe and happy (well, except Y/n’s mother and Regulus who still died but Sirius knows he was a good person), this is an AU where James and Lily lived but Peter didn’t want to go to Azkaban so he made everyone think Sirius killed him, also there might be some typos because I wrote it on the laptop during online classes lol

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Christmas at Grimmauld Place

Sirius sat in the living room of his house impatiently. He was finally able to meet his daughter after so many years. This could have been done earlier, but Remus advised it's better to wait. So Sirius waited. But now it was finally the right time. The Christmas break.

Y/n was more than excited to go home this Christmas break. Well, home, her new home. So far, she lived with her godfather Remus, but this year she was supposed to visit the house her father inherited and lived in. The house at Grimmauld Place. Y/n was anxious, but still couldn’t wait until the train arrives at the destination.

"How do you feel about meeting Sirius?" Hermione asked.

"I've got mixed feelings." Y/n answered truthfully. "Imagine meeting your dad for a quick moment after him being in Azkaban for twelve years, not seeing him for over a year and eventually spending Christmas together."

“Don’t worry, Y/n, he’s awesome!” Harry assured excitedly. He, Ron and Hermione had spent some time with Sirius last summer. Y/n didn’t understand why she coudn’t while they could, but she didn’t want to argue with Remus.

Suddenly the train stopped and the passengers were able to exit it. Finally. It were just a few hours but to Y/n it felt like eternity. The quartet rushed to get off of the train. Y/n looked around the station. She saw Lily and James, but neither Sirius nor Remus were nowhere to be seen.

“Mum, dad.” Harry smiled at his parents.

“Good afternoon.” Y/n, Hermione and Ron greeted in unison.

The older couple greeted them and explained they came to pick them up alone to not catch unnecessary attention. The more people, the louder it would be. So Sirius, Remus, Molly and Arthur were supposed to stay at Grimmauld Place.

As they waited for the rest of Weasley kids to join, they talked about school. Well, Lily tried to keep the conversation about grades, classes, the teachers, while James talked about quidditch.

“When I was 16,” the man recalled as he put his arm around his son’s shoulders, “I became the captain. After that happpened, your mother didn’t miss a single match.”

“Let me remind you it was the year Marlene finally got on the team, she’s my best friend.” Lily pointed out, laughing. “I still hated you back then!”

“Oh please, you loved me.” James teased.

Y/n, Hermione, Ron and Harry started giving looks to one another as they all beamed. Despite graduating many years ago, James and Lily sometimes still did act like teenagers (as much as Lily would never admit it). Their little squabble was interrupted by the arrival of the rest of Weasley children.

“Alright, is everyone ready to go?” Lily asked, when she and James finished greeting them all.

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The Potters apparated the kids to the house at Grimmauld Place. Well, outside of it, because of all the safety charms put on it. Lily used her wand to reveal the house. Two residential blocks of the number 11 and 13 were shoved away by the house of the number 12 suddenly appearing between them.

Old stairs were leading to the front door, which surprisingly didn’t have anything that could be the handle or even just a hole for the key. A thing that draw Y/n’s attention was a silver knocker in a shape of a serpent. There was a doorbell, but before anyone could press it, James pointed at it and warned:

“Don’t use the doorbell. It wakes up the portrait of Sirius’ mother, your grandmother, Y/n. And it’s so bloody loud.”

The door could be opened either by someone from the outside or with the use of magic. Of course, James used magic, but in the matter of seconds Molly Weasley appeared in the hallway, greeting everybody.

“It’s good to see you too, Mrs Weasley.” Y/n beamed at the woman after receiving a tight hug.

The girl looked around. The hallway looked gloomy and dark, it had a scary vibe. Y/n didn’t expect the rest of the house to be different. Maybe somehow she could get used to sleeping here, but she felt that the first night could be difficult.

“Sirius!” Harry exclaimed as soon as the door of the dining room opened. He ran to the man to hug him.

“Dad...” Y/n whispered as she felt a weave of both happiness and anxiety overwhelming her body. She put down her trunk as the man walked closer to her.

Sirius looked at his daughter with the biggest smile ever. Y/n was beaming as well. Compared to the last time they saw each other, both of them changed. They saw each other for a short moment in the end of Y/n’s 3rd year. Y/n grew up. And Sirius, well, he was clean and had normal clothes instead of a prison suit.

“I’m sorry for leaving for so long, but your safety comes first.” Sirius embraced Y/n. “I promise it won’t happen again.”

“It’s all good now.” The girl assured. “I’m not angry.”

Sirius and Y/n pulled away from each other. Neither of them knew how to act or what to say. The man turned to the rest and proposed to show them their rooms. Hermione, Harry and the Weasleys occupied the same rooms as they did last summer.

Sirius showed Y/n her room. It was near Hermione and Ginny’s room. There was a big bed with scarlet and gold bedsheets. Other necessary bedroom furniture like the wardrobe, the desk with a chair, some shelves and a nightstand were made of a pale brown type of wood. There was a dark carpet on the floor in a colour between brown and grey. The walls were covered in scarlett wallpaper with gold stars.

“It was renovated just for you.” Sirius announced. “I hope you like it.”

“Like? I love it!” Y/n assured. “I can’t wait to properly move in after this school year.”

“Since you’re planning on moving in, with Remus’ permission of course, there is one more thing you have to see.”

Sirius led Y/n to the drawing room, which was on the first floor. It had huge windows through which the street was visible, even though the building was theoretically hidden for anyone outside. Y/n’s attention was drawn to the big tapestry of what she figured was her family’s family tree.

“The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black,” the girl read out loud, “Toujours pur. This thing is old, isn’t it?”

“Very old.” Sirius nodded. “It was made somewhere in the 13th century. I despise this bloody thing, but I figured you should see it. Here’s your grandmother. An awful, spiteful woman with a violent temper.”

Sirius pointed at a small porait of a woman, under which was written ‘Walburga Black’. Her either black or very dark brown hair were put in an elegant hairstyle. Y/n noticed something weird. She was born into the Black family, same as her husband Orion Black.

“Did she marry her second cousin?” Y/n asked and made a puking expression after her dad confirmed that.

Under Walburga and Orion there were two sons - Sirius and Regulus. The girl knew from Remus that her father was disowned, so she wasn’t surprised to see his portrait burned off of the tree. Under him, there was an empty portrait. It was Y/n’s. It was signed with ‘Y/n Black’.

“They used to not keep track of descandants of disowned relatives,” Sirius began explaining, “but after mother found out I ‘killed’ a few muggles and a half blood, she probably regretted burning me off. And that’s probably why she left me this house in her will.” A chuckle escaped his mouth.

“Turning in her grave right now, isn’t she?” Y/n laughed.

“Spinning violently, I suppose.”

The both of them burst out with laugher. Y/n knew Walburga would hate her and was really glad that Sirius wasn’t like his mother. Their little laughing session was interrupted by some screams coming from the hallway.

“STAINS OF DISHONOUR, FILTHY HALF BREEDS, BLOOD TRAITORS! HOW DARE YOU BEFOUL THE HOUSE OF MY FATHERS!”

“Speak of the devil.” Sirius muttered under his breath and rushed out of the room. Y/n walked after him.

After watching the adults trying to close the curtains on Walburga’s screeching portrait, Y/n asked Sirius to continue the house tour. The next stop was was a room on which’s doors was a sign Do Not Enter Without the Express Permission of Regulus Arcturus Black.

The room looked like nothing was changed since Regulus died, as Y/n assumed. The drawers of his desk probably hid many interesting things that would tell the girl more about him or the rest of the Black family. But out of respect to him, Y/n didn’t want to open these drawers.

The decorations proudly highlighted that Regulus was a Slytherin. The walls, the windows, the bed, everything was in green and silver. A thing anyone who entered the room noticed firstly, was a big crest of the House of Black over the bed along with the family’s motto.

Sirius’ room, which Y/n saw later on, was very different from Regulus’ room. In this room, the Gryffindor colours played a big role along with muggle posters sticked to walls.

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The first day at Grimmauld Place was quite...intense. Y/n got into bed with many thoughts on her mind. From how deranged her grandmother was, to what could have happened to her uncle. Or her mother, whom she didn’t get herself to ask Sirius about. All she knew from Remus was that her name was Cynthia, she was a Ravenclaw and a friend of Luna Lovegood’s mum.

On the next day’s very early morning, sudden knocking ripped Y/n out of her sleep. Who could it be at such early hour? It was a bit after 5am. The girl stood up and walked to open the door.

“What happened?” Y/n asked in a whisper when she saw the Weasley twins on the other side of the door.

"Good evening, Pupcake." They said in unison. It was a nickname they made up for Y/n.

“Are you gonna look for presents with us?” Fred asked, whispering.

“It wasn’t exactly what I would do at 5 in the morning, but alright.”

The girl slowly closed the door of her room and tiptoed to the stairs with the twins. Of course Y/n wanted to find out what will she get for Christmas. Who wouldn’t? Well, while the present from Mrs Weasley was obvious, Y/n was eager to know what Sirius planned on giving her.

As the three friends were quietly sneaking down the stairs, Y/n’s hand brushed Fred’s hand on the banister. Thankfully it was still dark, so the twins couldn’t see how Y/n blushed. Yes, Y/n had a crush on her friend’s older brother and no, she didn’t want anyone to know. It was so cheesy, she was sure she would be made fun of for it.

The reason why Y/n wasn’t on the Gryffindor quidditch team was that she was a quite clumsy person. She could stumble over her own feet sometimes. Exactly how she did this time. She fell off of the last step of the stairs.

“Bloody hell.” Y/n swore as the portrait of her grandmother began screaming. The curtains slid away, revealing Walburga Black once again yelling several mean things.

Y/n’s heart sped up, she didn’t know what to do. Thankfully, the twins were 17 already, which meant they could apparate. Fred gently grabbed Y/n by the arm and apparated to another room.

Taking a look around, Y/n figured she’s in the twins’ room.

“Thanks.” She managed to say, still in panic from what has just happened.

“Did you think I’d leave you there?” Fred asked.

"Shhh, quiet, lovebirds." George shushed. "We don't want anyone to hear us, do we?"

Y/n nodded, pretending she didn't hear the nickname. Fred did the guesture of zipping his mouth shut.

A moment later, they heard Walburga's scream quiet down and eventually disappear. But then another sound disturbed the three teenagers. Someone was coming to the room as they could tell by the sound of steps, which was getting closer and closer with each one.

"Fredrick Gideon Weasley and George Fabian Weasley!" Now it was Molly's scream filling the house. "Can't you behave just this once?!"

The woman violently opened the door. She had a furious expression on her face, which softened immediately when she saw that Y/n also was in the room.

"We're so sorry, Mrs Weasley." Y/n began, knowing she can always talk a way out it. "It's my fault, I woke up early and asked Fred and George to go to the kitchen with me to eat earlier. I tripped over my own feet and woke the portrait up."

"It's all good, sweetheart. It's almost 6, we all needed to wake up anyways." Molly smiled at the girl.

"I didn't mean to do it. I didn't know it's so easy to make her start yelling and everything..."

"As I said, it's alright. How could you know? Will you come help me with breakfast?"

"Of course, Mrs Weasley, that's the least I can do to express how sorry I am."

"And you," the woman turned to the twins, "you will help me clean up after breakfast. Without magic!"

Molly left the room. Y/n winked at the twins and walked behind the woman. The girl knew she could also convince Molly to not punish the boys. That was a thing Y/n was known for - if there was anybody who could persuade people out of something (or into something) it was Y/n. She often used this skill with teachers.

Sirius and Remus were in the kitchen, drinking coffee. They heard the conversation Y/n had with Molly, it reminded them of their times at Hogwarts. Sirius smiled at his daughter, she reminded him of young himself.

"Good morning, Molly." Remus said.

"Good morning, Remus, Sirius." The woman replied.

"I'm sorry," Y/n chimed in, "you know, for the wakeup."

"We were up anyways." Sirius assured. "You know, the full moon's coming up and-"

"That's enough, Padfoot." Remus interrupted him.

"Oh no," Y/n's face saddened, "does it mean you won't be with us for Christmas?"

"Unfortunately. But Lily and James are here. Not to mention it's the first Christmas in many years you'll spend with your dad."

"I know, I know. But I'm just worried about you. As always."

"And as always I'll be as good as new after the full moon."

Y/n gave a hug to her godfather and her father, then began helping Molly with breakfast.

Of course the girl felt bad about what Remus had to go through each full moon, but there wasn't anything she could do about it.

About half an hour later, the breakfast was almost ready. Molly asked Sirius and Remus to carry plates, cups, forks, knifes and all that stuff to the dining room. In the meantime, Y/n was finishing pancakes.

"Pupcake is making pancakes," Fred chuckled, apparating into the kitchen,"I hope you didn't poison them."

The boy suddenly appearing in the room was a little surprising, but also expectable. Y/n didn't let it scare her.

"I poisoned only the ones for you, Freddie." The girl announced, trying to make her voice sound serious.

"We all know you love me too much to actually poison me." The boy sat on the kitchen counter, knowing Y/n is joking. “Besides, how would you know which ones I’ll eat?”

"You should know by now that I can easily read your mind and predict your actions.”

“Oh, really? Then what am I thinking about?”

“Easy one. Me.” The girl said undoubtfully as she put the last pancake on a plate.

“Damn it, you really can read my mind, Pupcake.”

Their cute little moment was interrupted by Sirius clearing his throat. Y/n turned around and Fred nervously jumped off of the kitchen counter. The awkward moment when they all just stood in the kitchen silently felt like eternity but lasted only about a few seconds.

“Seems like everything’s ready,” Molly announced as she walked into the room, “kids, could you two call the rest for breakfast?”

“Sure thing.” Y/n replied with a smile. She grabbed Fred by the wrist and dragged him out of the room.

The girl went to wake up Hermione and Ginny while Fred was supposed to wake up the boys. Good thing they didn’t have to wake up Mr and Mrs Potter, because they passed by them on the stairs.

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The breakfast was huge and delicious, very similar to breakfasts at Hogwarts. Pancakes, french toasts, some fruits and veggies, tea, coffe, orange juice. After the breakfast, it was the time to put up the the Christmas tree and decorate it.

With so many people, decorating the tree wasn’t so easy. Maybe it was a little chaotic, but at least it was fun. Sirius stood a few meters away, just watching everyone putting the ornaments on the tree and chattering. Of course there were some tiny agrues and squabbles, but what would be Christmas without these?

He looked at Y/n discussing the decorations with Harry, Ron and Hermione. They reminded him of himself and his friends. Such a shame Peter was a traitor. Hopefully this new generation didn’t have to deal with people like him.

Sirius heard about this group Harry and a few other students (including Y/n) made. Dumbledore’s Army. James and Sirius were the only adults that knew about it so far, because they overheard Harry and Hermione talking about it. They both approved of this idea.

Later on, Y/n sat alone by the firepace in the drawing room. She was on the floor, looking at the dancing flames. It was the evening to the fire was the only source of light in the room. Out of a sudden, Y/n felt someone sitting next to her. Dad, the girl thought.

“What are you thinking about?” The man asked, noticing that his daughter looks a bit worried.

“I wish mum was here with us...” Y/n said in a dreamy tone. Maybe she was kind of avoiding answering the question or maybe she was sharing a part of her thoughts. “Dad, how did mum die? Remus never wanted to told me, he said he wasn’t sure if you’d want me to know.”

“I knew you’ll ask about it someday,” Sirius sighed, “although I kept hoping you won’t. But you deserve to know what happened. Cynthia, Pandora and Regulus had their little group and their shenanigans. Nobody knew what were they plotting about-”

“So they were just like you and your friends?” Y/n interrupted, chuckling.

“I guess you could say that. Everyone was shocked when me and your mother announced we’re getting married. They thought she went dark, because Regulus was a deatheater and she was hanging out with him a lot during our Hogwarts days.”

“My uncle worked for Voldemort?” Y/n felt chills run down her back. She despised Voldemort and his pathetic supporters, but at the same time she was terryfied by the thought of them. She didn’t get why would her dad let his brother become a deatheater.

“Partially. In the end it turned out that he, Cynthia and Pandora were making up a plan to destroy him. It all was between the three of them, even I barely knew anything. Then Reggie disappeared, so your mum went to look for him and never came back. I’ve lost all contact with Pandora, but I know she was working on something that would help with defeating Voldemort...”

“Pandora is Luna Lovegood’s mum, I’m friends with Luna-”

“Really? Cynthia hoped you’d be. She and Pandora had it all planned out, they even promised each other that your middle name was going to be Luna and Luna’s middle name was supposed to be Y/n.”

“And it is! We had many conversations about it, many theories were made.” Y/n chuckled, “Anyways, she said her mum died when she was 9. She was working on some new spell. So, are there any clues left on what mum, uncle and Pandora were doing? Maybe stuff they left? Some advice or something?”

“I see what you’re trying to do. I liked this idea with that group you joined, but I can’t let you end up like your mother. This is the real world, this is dangerous, if you make a mistake, there won’t be Harry to correct you.”

“I didn’t ‘join’ Dumbledore’s Army, I co-founded it with Harry, Ron and Hermione. I understand I can die, but I’d gladly die fighting for what’s right, so that the younger wizards could grow up not even knowing who Lord Voldemort was-” Y/n began explaning in a violent tone of voice. She felt offended by her father thinking she isn’t good enough to fight the deatheaters.

“Hey, hey, hey, calm down,” Sirius chuckled, putting an arm around his daughter’s shoulders, “it’s good to see you show off your mother’s will to fight and that violent temper so typical for the Black side of your family, but calm down. I need you to understand you’re the only family I have left and I don’t want to lose you.”

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When the house is packed with two Blacks, one Granger, three Potters and six Weasleys, nobody expects mornings to be calm and silent. Y/n was woken up by someone banging quickly and loudly on her door. She groaned, but opened the door to see Hermione, Harry and Ron.

“I’m so glad you’re awake!” Hermione exclaimed.

“Mione, I’m pretty sure your bloody knocking woke her up. ‘I’ll just knock lightly to see if she’s awake’, yeah, lightly my arse.” Ron cursed, imitating the girl’s voice.

“My voice does not sound like this!”

“Oh, yes, it’s more of ‘my voice does not sound like this’.”

“Stop it, Ronald.”

“‘Stop it, Ronald’.”

“Seriously, stop it, you two.” Y/n chimed in, since Harry looked too entertained by their squabble to stop them. “Something happened?”

“Yes! It’s Christmas, Y/n!” Hermione poined out, giving Y/n a hug. “Happy Christmas!”

“Thank you, happy Christmas to you too!” Y/n hugged Hermione back and gestured the boys to join in the hug. “Happy Christmas, everyone!”

The four friends walked downstairs together. The decorated Christmas tree was in the dining room, so that was were they headed. As they walked in, they saw everyone was waiting for them. Lily, Molly, Arthur, Ginny, Fred and George were already sitting by the able. Only Sirius and James were missing but Y/n guessed they were asleep.

After greeting everyone, Ron took a seat on the side of the table where his siblings were, Harry sat on the opposite side, next to his parents. Next to him sat Hermione and next to her Y/n. Mrs Weasley handed out her gifts to everyone.

Y/n, as she thought, was given a handmade sweater. It was sweet how every year Mrs Weasley gave gifts also to Ron’s friends. At this point Harry, Hermione and Y/n could feel like a part of the Weasley family.

Suddenly everyone heard the door open. Not long after that, Sirius and James walked into the dining room. Y/n remembered it was the full moon last night, so they most likely spent the night keeping an eye on Remus.

“Happy Christmas, everyone!” The men exclaimed in unison.

It was so good to finally spend the Christmas with so many people. It was exactly what Sirius needed after so many years in Azkaban. He felt as if he turned back in time to Christmas at Jame’s parents’ house. They were carefree teenagers, right before everything fell apart just a few years later.

“I think Cynthia would like you to have this,” Sirius said to Y/n, giving her a small present box, “it’s been passed from mother to daugher in her family for many, many ages. Happy Christmas.”

Y/n opened the box and carefully took out the thing that was inside it. She was holding a beautiful silver necklace with a moon. Y/n saw her mother wearing it on a few photographs she saw in the past. The girl really liked it, she hugged Sirius as a way of saying ‘thank you’. She was sure she would start crying the second she tried to form a sentence.

“It’s really gorgeous.” Hermione admitted once Y/n had the necklace around her neck. “And it makes so much sense. Cynthia is the Greek moon goddess. And your middle name is Luna, which is Latin for the moon.”

“I’ll never take this off.” Y/n smiled, fiddling with the little moon hanging from her neck.

For the first time in many years, Sirius was happy again. It wasn’t same as before his perfect not-so-perfect life fell apart, but it was way better than Azkaban. And now every Christmas and every summer was supposed to be like this. The thougt of it mixed with today’s Christmas spirit filled him up with happiness. True happiness.

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