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sunniskyies · 3 months

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𝐁𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 || 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: - 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Your boyfriend Percy has been at camp all summer, and you’re anxious that he’s moved on since you last saw him 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: book!Percy Jackson x fem!reader 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: - 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬: Fluff with a dash of pining and a sprinkle of fluff !! 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1k 𝐀/𝐍: Take a wild guess who the woman is (>ᴗ•) ♡

You're picking at your fingers again, a nervous habit Percy always scolds you for. Your hoodie —his hoodie— is soaked through with rain, the weather turned bad now the summer is over.

You've been sitting at the bus stop for hours now, and resorted to pacing to calm your anxious thoughts. It's late now, 9 pm on a Friday. The only other person here is a beautiful woman who has failed to board a single bus in the hour she's been sitting there.

You're on your 467th lap of the ground between two pavement tiles when the woman speaks up.

"What ails you, my darling?" She asks from her perch beneath the narrow lip of the bus stop.

You glance over, hesitant for a second. Is this one of the monsters Percy has talked about? She definitely seems suspicious.

"I'm just nervous to see someone I haven't seen in a while," you say cautiously. The woman delicately raises an eyebrow.

"A boy," you clarify. "My boyfriend."

A smile lights up the woman's face, revealing perfect teeth from behind her soft pink lips. "That's what I thought!" She says, adjusting her floral dress over her knees when a single drop of water hits her ivory skin. She grimaces.

"Please sit in the dry, sweetie. I'll comb out your hair while you tell me everything."

You hesitate again, not wanting Percy's first job after camp to be saving you from a monster. But something in the woman's eyes calls to be trusted. And besides, your hair is a damp, scraggly mess. Do you really want Percy to see you like this?

Of course the gorgeous woman has a literal gold comb in the Prada bag she's stashed beneath the bench, and begins running the fine teeth through your hair when you sit down beside her.

"So? Why are you so troubled?" She prompts after a beat.

You sigh, shifting on the seat. "Well, he's been away all summer at— er, a camp. And, well, I dunno. I guess I'm just worried he's moved on from me," you mumble.

You glance over your shoulder as if seeking approval from the pretty woman. But instead of seeing the blonde ringletted, pale-skinned lady who sat there before, a stunning tan woman (who can only be described as a supermodel) has replaced her.

"Wait— Did you— Weren't you..?" You stammer, eyes wide. The woman just smiles, gently shushing you.

"No, dear. It's just the lighting," she replies.

You want to argue, jump up and run away. But something about her fingers on your hair soothes you like a mother does a baby. You find yourself relaxing, all worries erased.

"So why would he move on from you? You seem very lovely to me, dear. And so pretty," she continues.

You sigh again. "Well, there's this girl. She's gorgeous, I've seen Polaroids." You think back to the scrapbook Percy had shown you last year, a beautiful girl named Annabeth with blonde curls and sun-kissed skin.

"They're like, best friends," you deflate. "And he's really talented, and she is too. I'm just some boring girl from the city he met years ago. He's sure to move on to someone like her. Isn't he?" You fret, looking back at the woman again.

The woman —who now sports luscious auburn curls and crystalline eyes— gives you another sweet, motherly smile.

"No, dear. If I know anything about love," she chuckles, "is that it is not easily swayed by beauty or talent. Love is built on something deeper."

You spin around to face her, drinking in her words. "But what if he has found someone better?" you whisper.

The woman sets the comb aside and clasps your hands with hers, her gaze locked with yours. "My dear, there will always be other people who come and go in our lives. But true love is irreplaceable. If Percy truly loves you, he will see you uniquely and fully— as you."

You nod understandingly, and it’s only later that evening that you realise you had never told her Percy’s name.

Suddenly, your intent gaze is pulled away by the sound of an approaching vehicle, and you watch as a shoddy public bus pulls into the stop with a 'splash' and a 'thunk' as it disturbs a large rain-filled pothole.

Through the window seeping warm light into the dark evening, you can make out the silhouette of a dark-haired boy. He stands from his seat and starts walking down the alley.

"That's him!" You squeak, turning back to the lady to point him out.

But the spot beside you is empty, cold and unoccupied as if she was never there.

But you don't have time to wonder because the doors of the bus are beginning to open. You stand up quickly, the nerves returning to your body.

"Trust me," you swear a woman's voice whispers in your ear, but you're distracted by Percy stepping off the bus and rushing over to you.

He sweeps you off your feet, spinning you around and around till you giggle for him to stop. He sets you down gently, green eyes dilated and sickly sweet when they meet yours.

"I missed you so much!" He says, voice filled with genuine affection, and you feel every shred of doubt leave your body.

You laugh, still dizzy. "Percy! I missed you too!"

You finally get to kiss him, and he kisses you back eagerly. He doesn't seem to care about being soaked out here in the rain, every inch of him turned to you with rapt attention.

When you pull away, Percy reaches up to brush a wet strand of hair out of your face, his fingers lingering on your flushed skin. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his voice brimming with adoration. "I missed this face."

You lean into him, settling into the arm he wraps around you as you begin to walk back to his place. "How was camp? I got your letters— how many people did you kill?" You ask, holding one of his bags with a spare arm.

He laughs, beginning from the start of this year's adventure. You stare up at him attentively as he talks, taking in every detail. He's right, you've missed this face.

As the two of you walk away, you can't help but look back to the bus stop once more, wondering if the woman had been a figment of your imagination.

There, on the seat, lies a gold comb.

#ph☆ebe's scribbles #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson fic #one shot #percy jackson fanfic #percy jackson x you #percy jackson x y/n #percy jackson #fanfic #fanfiction

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marymary-diva17 · 8 months

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Marriage and family (modern au)

Jake x reader x neytiri

sully family x mom reader

content : Jake x reader x neytiri, neytiri x reader, Jake x reader, sully family x mom reader, and sully kids x mom reader, modern au

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So what happens when you fall in love with your two best friends since you all were young, and soon marrying them when you all become older. Soon enough you had started your married life with your husband and wife on your guys home planet. life was never the same once you exchange vows with the ones you love, and made a promise to always stay together.

Y/n " ummm" it was morning at the sully family household and on pandora, you were up and trying to get out of bed. That was not easy with a clingy husband and wife.

y/n " score" you had been able to get out of the grips of neytiri and Jake, and soon get ready for the day and make your way downstairs to make sure everything is ready for the day.

y/n " once again it Monday so that mean a brand new week" you had started on breakfast, cooking meals for the family was task trading between the married trio. so you had made scramble eggs with side of toast and fruit there was no bacon or sausage this time as there was none.

y/n " it almost done and in 3..2..1" Jake alarm soon went off and that when you heard more moving coming from the master bedroom, Jake and neytiri were now up getting ready for their day.

???? " mama" you soon heard someone walking down the stairs and you soon enough saw, it was kiri and it seems like she had question about something.

kiri " hey mama did I leave my green t-shirt in the dyer last night"

y/n : it on the couch folded sweet I drying the towels last night and saw it"

kiri " thank mom ... oh yes you are making breakfast the week I love your cooking"

???? " hey I heard that" you soon heard Jake voice coming from upstairs it seems like he heard kiri.

y/n " leave it be honey"

Jake " coming from the one the kids love more" you and kiri laugh together at Jake comment, she soon dashed upstairs to finish getting ready for school.

y/n " breakfast is ready and no running down the stairs Jake and lo'ak" there was a small incident of running between the father and son that didn't end well. You had place the cooked breakfast on the serving plates.

neytiri " good morning beautiful" neytiri was now downstairs dressed for her work day, she soon walked over to you and kissed you.

y/n " good morning there was hot water ready for tea or coffee"

neytiri " this why I and Jake are lucky to have you as our wife"

???? " morning mama and mom" soon neteyam and shown himself as he stepped off the last step with his school bag.

y/n " hey sweetie"

neytiri " good morning teyam"

Neteyam " oh yes mama breakfast" Neteyam soon made his way towards the kitchen table, soon kiri and loak shown themselves.

kiri " hey mom"

neytiri " hello sweetie"

lo'ak " hey mama and mom"

y/n " hello my son"

neytiri " hello my boy"

lo'ak " oh yes breakfast I'm hunger and you made it mama ... hey dad if you don't hurry I'm going to eat you bacon"

Jake " boy I swear if you were not your mama son I will lost of my mind years ago" Jake soon made his way downstairs looking lo'ak who was smirking towards him.

neytiri " I swear they are twins"

y/n " I know right"

Jake and lo'ak " no we are not"

y/n " hey where tuk tuk" The baby of the family tuk was missing from the breakfast table.

???? " im here and I need help" everyone soon looked back to see tuk, had dressed herself but her head was stuck in her shirt, everyone laugh you and neytiri went to help her.

y/n " honey what happened"

tuk " well I was trying to dress myself like a big kid but failed" you had help tuk with her shirt.

Jake " you did well princess"

neytiri " while you eat breakfast I will do you hair"

tuk " okay mommy" the family had breakfast you had finished eat early and started working on lunches whihc was easy because it was sandwich day.

y/n " okay everyone lunches are packed it sandwiches everyone has their favorite type of Sandwiches,of what was left in the fridge"

Jake " thank you honey" jake had kissed your lips getting some gags from the kids.

neytiri " well I will be working late at the clinic but I will call if my plans clans"

y/n and Jake " understood"

Jake " I will be training new rookies with tsu'tey today so I might be late as well"

y/n and neytiri " okay"

y/n " well I'm going grocery shopping so if anyone need anything else text me or tell me now, I also have some work I'm doing at home so if anything happen call my phone or the home phone"

kiri " oh mama can spider stay over for dinner tonight"

y/n " if his dads say yes and sure he can stay" kiri looked at her phone and soon text on her phone.

kiri" they said yes"

y/n " okay"

Jake " anymore friend coming over"

lo'ak " can we have rotxo, Tsireya, and Aonung over we all working on class project"

kiri " oh yes the teacher said she was going to head out the project assignment this morning"

y/n " your friends can come over there are snacks here and drinks for later, if you need any project supplies they are over in the cabinet"

neteyam " thank you mama"

Jake " well come on sis let get ready to leave I will be dropping you all off today, and we can't be late"

the kids " yes dad bye mama"

jake " nye honey I will see you later tonight" Jake soon kissed you goodbye.

Neytiri " well I'm off as well I will see you later as well" neytiri soon kissed you as everyone too rushed out of the home, with all their things. This was your life and you enjoyed all the drama, chaos, and comedy, love that came from living your everyday life. Due to your family they were never a normal day with the family, as there was always something happening.

if you wist to see more modern au for this family and couple, with my other characters please tell me as I will love to make more of these modern au stories and have more idea as well.

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jessysapphireblue · 8 months

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Luffy x Oc: Magical

Hello everyone. This is my first time writing here and I am using my Oc, but you can also imagine it as yourself. English is not my first language so I hope it´s ok. Nicknames included are Lu and Je. Female is a born magician without a Devil Fruit

There is only one option how Luffy wakes her up, since he is basically married to food.

tapping on your nose before it comes over to whining

"Je...Je...JE! come up up up! I can already smell Sanjis food"

followed by shoving and more whining until you either wake up or he glomps onto you, which will defently wake you up now.

Luffy simply laughing and chanting for food and jumping up and down

"Wait up. I´m not even dressed yet. Go on if you want"

Cue on him dashing out, yelling over the whole sunny for food

Eating with him is just like any other crewmember, just with the fine difference of him giving you puppy eyes

Luffy swallowing food left and right, not caring for any of the yells of his friends until Sanji hits him

Pouty baby for the rest until you hold one piece of your own food out for him

Sunshine boy awakes and happily gets feeted with the biggest grin of happiness

Showing magic to Luffy was probably something you loved the most. Nami needing help with her tangarines? Watering in one sec. Chopper and you probably would talk endless hours on different magical plants to treat, Robin also listening in on that.

"Here we go! Now these have to dry and then we can use it for salves and medicine", you beamed at chopper who looked eagerly at them

"JEEEE!!!", cue on Luffy hanging on you like a coala.

"Yes, lu?"

"What is this?", taking a plant before eating it, "...ah! spicy mint! Ha ha ha!!!", cue on jumping around, making chopper sigh

Moving your hand, a little viral appeared in your hand as you gave it to Luffy, who eagerly drank it down.

"Better, Lu?" Only nodding in responce.

simply taking his hand while jumping from board

others would became a heart attack

bouncing off the water surface only to land back on the sunny

or making him hover

taking him underwater to see the fishes and breathe freely is a MUST!

That the marines never found the sunny because of luffy shining of exitement is a mystery

CONSTANT!!! praise about your magic

Luffy wants to see a robot? you make a golem with your magic

just imagine keeping him busy with your magic

The others were never more blessed then now

You swear you saw Nami, sanji and Usopp praying once

And in battle?

magic in battle is something you have mastered!

don´t even need to leave the sunny

attack from marines? One hand move and the water cut the ship into even cubes

even going so far as to sense danger from afar, either from the water or the wind

Luffy would be so amazed and happy he´d just grab your face and kiss you full-on, then snuggle and praise!! THE PRAISE!!!

It would go so far that Luffy would only leave with you because of how cool you are, amazing but also kind and gentle!

He would be head over heals for you, knowing that someone so kind and sweet is being able to defeat a whole fleet in mere minutes without even trying! Like pls, you´re the prize for him

#one piece #monkey d. luffy #luffy #straw hat pirates #luffy x y/n #luffy x reader #strawhats #magical reader #magic #luffy x oc

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summmeister · 4 months

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A Look Over the Art I Made in 2023

2023 has come and gone, with a sizeable improvement on my art skills. Once again, I am VERY proud of the work I managed to accomplish this year. I'll be going over some of the highlights month by month in this post, being sure to point out anything of note.

JANUARY

Starting off the year, I made some new artwork of Skweeb! I consider this fairly outdated now, but it did start a few trends with the character, mainly how I draw shine on him. His eyes bulge outwards, they're not holes! I also drew @akfamilyhome's character, Leddy.

FEBRUARY

This was a BIG month for me! I tried a lot of new things, and most of them worked out! This month also contains what I consider to be one of my best drawings this year, a celebration of Hollow Knight's 6th anniversary. Other highlights include a dashing tribute to Dangeresque and an entirely new reference sheet for Skweeb!

MARCH

March was not a particularly noteworthy month. These are the only two drawings from it! That said, I am quite happy getting any drawings out this month at all! As you'll see later on, this wasn't actually my most dry month.

APRIL

A VERY full month! I can't even fit everything I wanted to! Lots of Skweeb here, some Lucy too! Also a fitting send-off to Courtney (very sad Dead End got cancelled). Tried some big things here, like with the parody Album art, but for the most part I was just doing what I was good at: simple character full-bodies.

MAY

VERY dry month for art. This is the only piece from May! I participated in @some-fool-fp's aRtPG collab this month. Skweeb joins the party!!!!! Made my own custom logo for him, too.

I had a LOT of college work this month. I was working on a game!!! I got the highest grade possible on it, very proud of that. If you would like to play it, you can do so here. Just a warning though, it's very short and VERY jank at times.

JUNE

Another big month!! Some proper reference of Winslow, another Jevil drawing, and my FAVORITE piece of Skweeb art to date!!! The pose and the shading is just so good on it, I love it.

JULY

...Well this is awkward.

Art Fight was this month, and with all of my effort going towards that, I kinda... didn't draw any of my own art this month. Whoops.

Let's press fast forward, shall we?

AUGUST

A NEW OC WAS CREATED THIS MONTH!!!! Meet Chao. He helps out at the circus. He babby. I put a TON of effort into getting his design just right and ensuring he had the proper referencing before working on anything else. I love this 'lil guy.

Also some of my favorite art from this year!!! Inspired by Lemon Demon's "One Weird Tip", I made some art that takes place on a ficticous desktop! Getting the shapes and text right was hard, but I am so glad I put the time and effort in.

SEPTEMBER

Always Watching.

WOW, I am so so proud of what I accomplished with this CoTL piece. Everything from the pose to the composition and the use of colour is just PERFECT. This is up there in my favourite pieces of art from this year.

Skweeb and Jack Frost are here too... wait, it's not December yet!

OCTOBER

A certain someone turned 2 this month! My baby boy, now 2 years old... how time flies...

It was halloween this month too... but Skweeb isn't dressing up this year. It's Lucy in his place! Got some nice Jax art here too, I love that asshole.

NOVEMBER

I was never the most content with my previous Jevil artwork. I never felt like I was giving it my all, which is why I'm happy to say that this month, I did!

I also took a second shot at drawing Jax; this time, featuring Pomni! I used thinner lines and taught myself how to draw hands a whole lot better, I think it helped, haha.

Lastly, (part of) my piece for @hillelart's 10th Anniversary FNAF collab! The full thing is staying secret for now. Keep an eye out for January 15th!

DECEMBER

Finally, we arrive at December.

Funnily enough, I didn't actually draw for half the month. But when I got back into it, I got BACK in. I'm very proud of both of these pieces, and the shading and blending I used in them! This certainly feels like a new era of my art, and I'm looking forward to continuing it!

And that's it. You made it to the end! Most people just together a simple image for their art recap, and while that certainly works just fine, I like to go into the nitty gritty, write down my entire year in art, y'know?

I'm not sure if this year contains as much progress as 2022, but it certainly contains a BOATLOAD of progress! Look back at the start of the post and compare it to the end of the post, the difference is insane!

Lastly, I've got just one more thing to show, once again, redrawing my first ever piece to mark off yet another year. I hope you like it, you'll only have to wait another 365 days for the next one!

Bring on 2024!

#digital art #digital illustration #summs-art #art #artists on tumblr #artwork #digital artist #original character #skweeb #summs-thoughts #cult of the lamb #the amazing digital circus #five nights at freddy's security breach #jevil #lemon demon #clown oc #sam and max #hollow knight

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everybodyknows-everybodydies · 21 days

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20 questions for writers

tagged by @pia-writes-things - thank you! :D

(under the cut to save your dash)

How many works do you have on AO3?

64 at the moment!

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

145,151 in eleven years... same as with drawing I don't post 90% of what I do lol whoops

3. What fandoms do you write for?

currently TES has been getting the gears going the most, but ER is my perennial love - and once in a blue moon I am compelled to do something TLU! SM is still very dear to my heart but I've been pretty dry on fic inspiration/drive for it for a while now :(

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

these are ALL OLDER PIECES haha so don't look too closely: it still burns - fluffy OPM piece for Knight c: what else can I say! too cold for you here and now - fluffy little Makoami piece (are you sensing a pattern already...) featuring terrible puns, because I have always loved characters trying to make each other laugh you do it for her (that is to say you do it for him) - another one written for Knight; OPM/SM crossover. with TWO chapters! left, left, left right left - introspective Romano piece re: arm. I actually now disagree with some character choices I made in this one so seeing it still getting attention has me like no... this doesn't represent me... Across the Western Ocean I Must Wander - Makoami pirate AU. also not a oneshot! (shock!) I don't think it holds up as well as I'd like, but the premise still compels me and there's some cute moments :'D still VIVIDLY remember being up late on a class night listening to one song on repeat while working on The Kissing Scene™

5. Do you respond to comments?

almost always! it may take me a bit sometimes, but I do try to make sure I do

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

frankly idek - being completely honest, "angst" just as a word at this point turns me off so immediately and so hard that I can't engage with the concept that way. I prefer endings with some hope, but I like some emotional complexity too! all my baggage about fandom and "angst" is for. ANOTHER TIME

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

again I'm not totally sure how to answer this one! I guess Ocean? doesn't get much more stereotypically happily-ever-after than "and then they ran away together the end"

8. Do you get hate on fics?

no, thankfully! I've gotten the occasional comment here and there that make me go "??" but more just sort of confusing, not malicious as far as I can tell lol

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

sdlkghlsj sex-repulsed asexual here and not for the first time I say: I am reasonably confident nobody wants me doing that. it can happen but offscreen to spare me the inevitable mortification... fade-to-black is about as far as we go in the House Of Mouse sorry!!

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I have before! it's not my preferred stomping grounds but I like a good one. I don't know about "craziest" but wouldn't do us any harm I think is probably the funniest of the handful I've shared (again: written primarily for Knight! warning that it is from 2016 LOL)

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not to my knowledge!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

also not to my knowledge!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

yes! baby Mouse ran a fic awards "show" (in the written medium obviously) with a friend back in like 2010 or 2011 on FFN... it was loads of fun!

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

just one?? if I have to choose then: Lizzie & the Bald Boys... my little driftwood raft that I've finally convinced a handful of other people aboard c':

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Makoami Princess and the Goblin AU :( still means a lot to me but SM just hasn't been where I've been drawn to write for a while!

16. What are your writing strengths?

dialogue + characterization is most often what I get compliments on (<3) - I'd like to think I have a fairly decent hand for little meaningful details too, but I think these more often than not end up just being for my own benefit because I like my symbolism subtle aha

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

LONGFORM... plugging together things into ordered chapters and maintaining momentum over longer spaces is my greatest struggle. I've had to come to terms with the fact that I'm much more a sprinter than a marathon runner, and it's been very freeing letting myself step outside of needing all the surrounding context to just do things as I come to them and then getting to string it all into chronology via series ordering

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

done well I find it really impressive! it's very hard to do well though ahaha.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

without the context of "fandom", the first story I ever wrote was about the Boxcar Children hanging out with me at age 6 (the entirety of chapter three was all of us singing the alphabet together and it was narratively crucial that this happen. for some reason.). with the context of knowing about fandom though, Scooby Doo at 11-12!

20. Favorite fic you've written?

of what's posted: Ocean has a lot of personal meaning because it was the first multichapter piece I was able to finish in several years, but on a technical level I've been really proud of some of the more layered pieces I've been practicing in the last year or so: Thermal Equilibrium and skipping stones I think are good examples of that :')

tagging: @knightnightwrite (I AM GOING TO GET YOU TO DO ONE OF THESE SOMEDAY <3 <3 <3), @wispstalk, @ehlnofay, @wonderofasunrise, and anyone else who wants to do it!! as always no obligation if you've been tagged and don't want to! except for Knight. beloved I am knocking on your door come PLAY WITH ME

#Mouse talks!#whew - the cut was definitely necessary hglskdjf

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cebwrites · 2 years

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Hi Cev! I'd like to put in a request if that's okay with you. Hear me out? What if some of our fav dilfs (Mihawk, Croco & Smoker) actually had a daughter? And what if one day they got into disagreement with their daughter that escalates, their daughter screams "I hate you," and storms away.

hiii anon~ i left smomo out because i couldn’t really think of anything for him ;w; frankly i don’t see him or crocodile as a father figure either despite their dilf status, smoker in my mind is an uncle at best but i did think of an exception for for you in regards to croco-boy ^^

mihawk is 100% a dad though, perona and zoro were dropped at his doorstep and he was the dad that stepped UP 💕

reacting to their kid saying “I hate you”

gen, familial word count: 0.8k

Crocodile

Like I said, I don't see Crocodile as a particularly parental kind of person - having the capacity to care, however briefly, for another being? Sure, we saw that in the cover story with the sweet lil pug. Children are a different thing entirely, though, so I'd probably wager that they're off the table, as he is now

There was also one where he let baby birds use him as a sand bath, so considering that and his use of bananawani and F-wani, it feels safe to say that Crocodile prefers the company of animals far more than people in general

(He's not the 'big family' type like Doffy appears to be, and considering how warped things on the inside with the Donquixote pirates are, Crocodile finds this idea of a quaint little 'family' dynamic even less appealing even though I am a sucker for Baroque found family shenanigans)

That said, I can imagine something along those lines happening with Marianne, ie Miss Goldenweek; it's possibly something she mutters under her breath over the phone before she hangs up, something frustrates her and it just slips out - less "I hate you," and more "I hate it here,"

It's an action that should warrant discipline, a show of disobedience, or really something Mr. 0 should be above entirely because it's the huff and puff of a child who he has no personal attachment to and doesn't even know his face

Yet it nags at him, to a startling degree once he sits back for a minute to gather himself - why the hell is this brat's emotional state any cause for his concern?

There's something to be said about how this is a kid wrapped up in a scheme far bigger than she is, trying to eek out a little bit of security in this world, and how Marianne's experiences may or may not mirror a younger reptile having his hopes dashed against the rocks and needing to adapt to survive, no matter what the cost

But Crocodile isn't saying those things, he's not paying them any mind and locking them away in a cell in the dark recesses of his mind where any other flickers of vulnerability go to die the moment it even comes into consideration

Still, he grants Miss Goldenweek a little more lenience for a while

While Mr. 3 toils away at whatever given task, she's been ordered for a strict vacation leave, no if-and-or-buts about it

Marianne isn't quite receptive to the idea at first, angry at their boss viewing her as weak and needing to be coddled, but with a little reassurance from Zala that this is the closest thing Mr. Zero will show to actual care for his agents, she eventually warms up to the notion

Mihawk

Hawkeye is a much more cut and dry situation because parenting isn't out of the realm of possibility with him - whether it's poor protection in his youth or something he willingly takes up with a partner now, he isn't as adverse to kids as ol' Croco-boy up there

Mihawk is calm and collected throughout the entire exchange, if not a bit unenthusiastic, even as the light of his life, his little sunshine, the child he raised from birth turns beet red from anger and frustration

He’s taken aback by such a statement enough to lower his newspaper, but by the time Mihawk looks up they’re already gone

Perona floats disapprovingly over head, not saying a world but not looking at him - he’s faced away from the conversation as well, but Hawkeye can feel Zoro keeping his thoughts to himself a little aways in the foyer, too

Mihawk may be the most emotionally intelligent in comparison to his peers by a longshot, but it is also in comparison; he does still have his own gaps in judgement like every other parent out there

He’d come to their room later on after they’ve had some time to cool down with a plate of fruit or perhaps their favorite snack (home made, of course), coming in to kneel by their bedsit or leaving the plate by their door if they still yelled at him to get lost

At whatever point, he’d sit them down and have a mature conversation with them, no matter their age and apologize for his dismissive attitude earlier, for not hearing them out properly

Mihawk doesn’t believe in going to bed angry with his loved ones - as in, of course everyone’s allowed to be a little sour or irate, especially if feelings have been hurt, but he does make it a point to let them know that he still cares about them no matter what, and that he’ll try better in the future to curb old habits

Ideally he’d talk it out with them over the course of the evening and come to a solid decision or compromise, but if it’s a case where they’re still upset even after that, he allows them their space; at the same time letting them know that he loves them and if they never needed help, all they’d have to do is call and papa would be right there

#cebwrites #one piece #one piece imagine #mihawk headcanons #dracule mihawk #mihawk #op mihawk #mihawk one piece #one piece mihawk #sir crocodile #crocodile #op crocodile #one piece crocodile #crocodile one piece #sir crocodile headcanons #crocodile headcannons #dadcanons

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slippinmickeys · 2 years

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Three Part Harmony (5/?)

They only found the place by chance, passing it on a county road about 40 minutes outside of Boise. The house on the property was a double-wide on maybe five acres, and it was fairly well taken care of — it had a graying brush pile and an old hoop house with a torn roof — but there were flower boxes in the windows with flourishing geraniums, and Mulder had made a good point about the cars.

“How do you know any of them even run?” Scully asked, warily eying three vehicles in the yard that had For Sale signs in the windows.

“Because there’s no grass growing under any of them,” Mulder pointed out, and he was right. Each of the three cars — a black late 80’s TransAm, a truck only few years younger than the one they were driving, and an early 90’s black Grand Prix — were parked on the lawn (lawn was a generous term, being made up of mainly field grasses and weeds) near the road and the grass under each one was the same length as the rest of the yard, freshly shorn in neat rows no more than a week ago.

“The Grand Prix, do you think?” Scully asked as they drove by a second time, this time slowing marginally to get a better look.

“That was my thought, yeah,” Mulder said, lowering his head to see out Scully’s window.

“It’s going to be a pain, getting him in and out of a car seat in a coupe,” Scully pointed out.

“It’ll also be a lot harder to see him,” Mulder answered, finally pressing the gas and rumbling further down the road.

A mile on, he pulled into a river access site with a small empty parking lot and a mint green porta potty. About forty feet from the lot, past some trampled down grass and a sign that marked a trailhead, was a graying picnic table set up under the lofty pine to which it was chained. Mulder nodded in its direction.

“I’m thinking I should probably go alone,” he said, throwing the truck into park, but letting the engine idle. “You guys can hang out here?”

Scully looked out the window of the truck. The rain had stopped, but the weather was still overcast, and it was nearing nightfall. She had changed William into a dry diaper and some of the clothes that Mulder had picked up, but it was October in the mountains.

“Looks chilly out there,” she said.

When they’d left for the Van De Kamp farm that morning, it had only been for the day. That quick drive-by and an hour or so of casing the place. They’d left everything they owned – an admittedly meager collection – back in the room they rented over the diner where Scully waited tables. She’d only worn a light jacket that morning and had no other clothes. Let alone warmer things for the baby.

“Stay in the truck then,” Mulder said, “I’ll walk.” He leaned forward to aim one of the air vents in the dash at her. The warmth it eked out was meager at best and tinged with the sharp scent of burning oil. In her lap, William was getting bored and trying to stand, his footing awkward on the springy vinyl seat.

“Okay,” she said, holding out a hand behind the baby as he pulled himself up by the seatback to look out the flat rear window.

Mulder gave her a reassuring smile. “I’ll be back with new wheels,” he said, and leaned forward to press a quick kiss to her cheek. Then, after a slight hesitation, he leaned toward the baby and pressed a kiss to the top of William’s felty head. The driver’s side door opened with a creak and he rolled out as a cool piney breeze rolled in. The door closed and he was gone, trotting down the small turnout before disappearing behind the trees that lined the road.

“Dah,” William said, watching him go.

Scully brightened somewhat.

“That’s right, William, that’s Dada.”

Several looks came over William’s face at the same moment. Confusion, perhaps a look of exhaustion, and then, dawning realization.

“Dada?” he said, looking around the cab of the truck. “Dada?” he said with increasing urgency.

Scully immediately realized her error. Though they’d entered a tenuous detente with their child, bringing up probably the only parents that the boy remembered made him remember them. And look for them. And cry for them with rising panic.

“Dada?” he called one last time before succumbing to snotty tears. “Mamaaaa!” The last word was said with a kind of depressed agony. The child had likely seen his adoptive mother killed before his eyes only that morning.

Scully began to make shushing noises, trying to calm him, but he only howled louder, squatting his little froggy legs and then rising up in a fit of agitation. The boy’s face was red and he was having none of the comfort Scully was offering, his crying screams echoing off the old windows of the truck.

She could feel tears prick her own eyes – the stress of the day surging back up, the agony of the last few months without him, her guilt at all he’d had to witness and endure in his brief life.

“Oh baby, I’m so sorry,” she whispered, her words turning into a sharp sob.

If only she’d been able to protect him. If only they weren’t on the run from a myriad of sources all looming with dark intent.

William seemed to lose steam after a few minutes, not exactly calming, but his screams ratcheted down until they were more fussy whines and he dropped down onto his bottom on the bench seat and looked at her with beseeching eyes. She reached forward and brushed away a few of his tears.

If only he knew who she was.

At that moment, she felt a kind of desperation from deep in her chest. This child was hers now. Hers to protect. Hers to raise. Hers to comfort. She looked into his eyes, the feeling inside of her fit to burst. Please remember me , she thought, please . And then William stopped fussing, canted his head to the side and gave her a long look. Scully held her breath.

“Bah mah,” he said, his expression quite serious.

“Bah mah,” she whispered back, and the desperation she felt turned into a warmth that spread through her like a quick shot of whiskey. The little boy in front of her reached up and patted her cheek. She covered his hand with her own and then brought his little palm to her lips and pressed a kiss there. And made him a promise.

Never again.

Mulder knocked ineffectually at the flimsy screen door to the house. It was made of aluminum and had a screen on only the top half, the scalloped edges bordering the mesh beginning to rust. He was about to unlatch it to knock on the inside door when it was quickly pulled open.

A man stood in the doorway. He was wearing a red t-shirt, stained with any number of things over the belly and was a few inches taller than Mulder. Where Mulder was lean, the man was bulky, carrying most of his weight in his middle, which sagged over the waist of ill-fitting jeans. He looked either angry or mean and grumbled something that Mulder couldn’t make out.

Not one to shy away from a challenge, Mulder still had the urge to simply apologize and walk away, but he instead stood his ground and hooked a thumb at the cars that were marked for sale out by the road.

“I’m interested in buying one of your cars out there,” he said, standing his ground.

The man’s face softened a bit and he grunted, nodding at Mulder so that he stepped off the cement blocks that served as the house’s front steps.

“Which one?” the man asked, coming down the steps with a bit of a limp.

“I was thinking the Pontiac,” Mulder said.

“Which one ?” the man asked, a tinge of impatience in his tone.

“Sorry,” Mulder said. “The Grand Prix. Does it run okay?”

“Runs great,” the man said, and started making his way across the lawn toward the red car. Mulder followed in his wake.

The man said nothing else as he walked and opened the door when he got to the coupe, reaching down to pop the hood. From there he circled around to lift the hood the rest of the way, propping it open with the strut. Mulder joined him in front of the car, both of the men staring at the engine compartment.

The gentleman looked to Mulder expectantly.

Mulder cleared his throat. “I don’t know much about cars,” he admitted.

The man sighed and started pointing. “I rebuilt the engine and the transmission,” he explained. “Tranny didn’t need it yet, but this model’s famous for it conking out. She’ll do one-ten on the highway, easy. Got about sixty thousand miles on her, but her tires are new and so’s her battery. Oil life’s at about eighty percent right now. Driver’s side tail light can be hinky sometimes, but she’ll run for ya.”

“The tail light,” Mulder said, a bit of unease creeping into his voice. “I’m uh, not too keen to get pulled over.”

The man took half a step back to give Mulder a thorough once-over and then held out a hand. “Name’s Ken.”

Mulder reached forward tentatively and shook the man’s hand. His grip was strong and the skin of his palm was rough from years of working with his hands.

“Steve,” Mulder said. Ken pumped his hand once and then released it.

“You give that back fender a pop with your fist before you start her,” with this he made a punching motion with his hand, “and you got nothing to worry about.”

Mulder nodded, thoughtful and maybe a little skeptical.

“That said,” Ken went on, “the police,” he pronounced the word POE-lees, and at the word he spit on the ground with irritated fervor, “try’n pull you over, well… She can outrun ‘em.” He crossed his hands in front of his chest confidently.

Mulder wasn’t entirely sure about the prospect of punching a fender to get the tail light to turn on (or attempting to outrun the poe-lees), but they needed a car so that they could safely transport William. And, at the very least, he was somewhat confident that if any kind of authority tracked them this far and knocked on Ken’s door, the big man would keep his peace.

“How much you want?” Mulder asked.

“Five grand,” Ken said, tilting his head back like he was expecting Mulder to barter.

Mulder reached into his back pocket where he’d pushed seven thousand dollars worth of one hundred dollar bills. “Cash okay?”

“Better’n okay,” Ken said.

Mulder turned slightly away to count out the money. He handed it over, pressing it into Ken’s meaty palm, who rolled it up and shoved it into a front pocket without counting it.

“Keys are in it,” the man said. “Let me get you the pink slip.”

#fanfic #my fic #msr #the x-files #fanfiction #wip #post the truth #family fic but definitely not fluff

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monkiedude · 1 year

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Hi friends! I’m sorry for and annoyed by my radio silence; it has been A MONTH at work. I also need some more Top Gun content on my dash! Where you at.

Anyway, here’s a snippet from the next chapter of my Jake’s-bro-hangster-sequel. Hopefully I can post this weekend!

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“Anyway, he’s, I guess, interested in me.”

When Jake chances a look over at Javy, Javy is pinching the bridge of his nose. “You guess,” he echoes, dry as dust. “And you ‘don’t even know where it came from.’ Really, man?”

Jake isn’t an idiot, and he considers himself pretty perceptive, but he’s not sure what part of all that is tripping Javy up. “What? And he said he wanted to date me. Who says that.”

Javy snorts and drags both of his palms down his face. “And let me guess, you responded like a mature adult and used your words? To tell him you return his affections and want to have his babies?”

“What the fuck, Javy?” Jake’s knee-jerk shudder isn’t even an affect. Also, there went his hopes that nobody else had noticed how Jake felt. “Don��t put that out into the universe, please.”

Javy doesn’t take pity on him, and Jake knows from experience that he won’t be able to wait Javy out, so he resigns himself to his fate. Part of him wishes he had been able to use his words, to ask Bradley where all this had come from. Instead of what he’d done, which was let Bradley barge his way into his place and somehow get Jake to kiss him first. But he really couldn’t have prepared himself for being on the receiving end of that kind of focused attention from Bradley – from his knees, no less. And it was what he wanted, so why did it matter how they got there, in the end?

“As always, you have way too much faith in me,” Jake admits.

“Excuse you, I have the exact right amount of faith in you,” says Javy, “except when it comes to Bradshaw. I just live in hope.”

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And another line that makes me laugh at myself:

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“Hangman,” Bradley says, in that deep-timbred voice that he really needs to stop using around Jake. “What is this, you look like a frat bro.”

And, okay, Jake might be wearing salmon shorts, but he is not about to listen to a fashion critique from Bradshaw. Even though he does look like he dressed up: his patterned shirt is blinding but well-fitted, and he has on white dress pants that hug his hips. “And you look like a cabana boy, so shut up.”

#hangster #hangman x rooster #rooster x hangman #my fic #THEY.

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writeyoukpop · 1 year

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🇸🇴🇷🇷🇾, 🇮 🇱🇴🇻🇪 🇾🇴🇺 • 🇧🇦🇳🇬🇨🇭🇦🇳 🇽 🇫🇪🇱🇮🇽

(🇸🇹🇷🇦🇾 🇰🇮🇩🇸)

TW: Fluff and Male x male.

"Get your ass here Felix, I do not want to repeat myself!" Bangchan yelled at Felix, who was happily playing in the rain with no worries at all. Chan could hear the echo of his own voice bouncing through the walls of the empty dorms. He sat the mugs of hot chocolate aside as he moved on to prepare dinner for the other members.

Felix did not even bother answering back since he did not hear the older one call for him in the loud splashing. Bangchan waited for a while before calling for him again. Did Felix hear him though? No. When Bangchan finally had had enough, he dropped the knife he was using to cut cucumbers and dashed outside, careful not to wet himself.

Opening the door to the front door, Chan could swear his heart melted at the sight in front of him, forgetting that he was there to scold the younger to get back inside so that he would not catch a cold. He softly smiled, watching the younger waddle in the rain and giggling. The drops of rain trickled down his face as he jumped on the puddles like a little puppy.

When Felix finally figured he had company, Chan's eyes darkened, mad that the younger was being way too disobedient, however, when Felix waved his hand that was barely visible from the older one's hoodie, Chan chuckled. He waved back and then called him in, shouting his lungs out as he did so.

The freckled boy quickly skipped his way to the older and smiled cheekily at him. "Why are you here Channie? I thought you were making dinner." Felix looked so tiny that Chan could no longer resist squishing his cheeks instead of being mad at him. The younger quickly stood on his tiptoes and kissed Chan's nose. "I had been calling you from inside, mate." Chan laughed, figuring that the rain was too loud for someone to be heard even from a meter away.

Felix headed inside towards Chan and then he got pushed upstairs and into his room. "Dry up and then come in my room, baby boy. I got some things planned for us." Heading to his bathroom, Felix got his towel and then turned around to steal another one of his boyfriend's hoodies from his room. While Felix did so, Chan whipped out his phone and texted Minho, asking him to get dinner.

BC: Yo Min-hoe, get dinner.

LM: I thought you were making it🙄

BC: Not anymore, bitches.

LM: Tf, what happened?

BC: Felix happened.

LM: RIP his ass.

BC: 🤦‍♀️

Quietly, Felix walked through the hallway making sure that his Hyung was distracted. When he was sure the older was not looking, he made his way past the empty rooms of his hyungs and finally reached Chan's. Giggling, he opened the door to his room and made himself comfortable as he got to his wardrobe. He quickly picked up a red hoodie and rushed out of the room back into his own.

Little did he know, the older saw him and shook his head while chuckling. Felix got his clothes and hopped inside his bathroom. When his feet collided with the cold ground, he slightly shivered as he let the water run. After playing in the rain, a long shower sounded alluring and enveloping to Felix however, Chan was waiting for him and he did not want to disappoint him.

He sighed when the warm droplets of water came in contact with his cold skin. Soon, he was out of the shower, and with the final wipe of the towel, he walked into his room and picked up the stolen hoodie. As soon as the soft material touched his skin, he sighed. He put it over his head and pulled it down to cover his body.

Skzoooo GC

HJ: Rip Felix!

SC: It was nice knowing you buddy👋

KS: Go easy Chan Hyung!

YJ: You will get through this Hyung!

HH: #JusticeforYongboks😔✊

LF: WTF!!

BC: Same, mate, same.

KW: Bangfuckingchan, don't you dare hurt our innocent angel!

HJ: Innocent my ass!

LM: Nothing's innocent about your ass, it has had enough of me😌

HJ: Shut up or you are getting none of it tonight😇

KS: Damn.

HH: Lol, bye.

After he was fully dressed, he quickly walked to the older's room and knocked before entering. "Felix, you do know that you do not need to knock, how many times have I told you that, huh?" Looking up from the random magazine he had found in the living room, Bangchan watched Felix enter his room. "I know Channie, I-I just don't want to invade your privacy."

The younger's freckles soon disappeared because of the pink that took over his cheeks. He hoped that Chan would not figure out what he meant exactly. When Chan chuckled, he looked away. "Doesn't my baby look cute with my hoodie on?"

Felix blushed even harder knowing what Chan had implied, he quickly hid his face in his palms pretending to disappear. "I am sorry. It will not happen again Hyung." Chan laughed at the younger's actions and pulled him onto the bed. Felix made himself comfortable between the older's legs while Chan pulled a blanket over them.

Chan then reached out to the side table and grabbed the two mugs of hot chocolate, handing one to Felix. Felix giggled softly and then took a sip out of it while Chan passed him the marshmallows. Soon, Felix was chewing on the marshmallows after wrestling Chan for the whole packet. When Chan had had enough of his pouts and frowns, he finally gave in and handed him the packet of happiness and proceeded to choose a movie for the both of them.

About 30 minutes in, Felix fell asleep on the olders chest. Chan stayed awake for longer, watching Felix as he fell asleep on his chest however, the warmth from the younger's embrace made him fall asleep too. Both the boys slept soundly in the room, the only sounds being their snores and the movie. Soon enough, their house was no longer quiet, the rest of the members came in, all looking for the two boys they didn't know were sleeping.

Jisung made his way to Chan's room, thinking that they had done the devil's tango however, when he opened the door, he found them sleeping peacefully in each other's arms. Jisung started to wake Felix up, slowly shaking him so he would not freak out.

When Felix woke up, he rubbed his eyes, and his hands formed into a tiny fist, ready to fight the person who disturbed his precious sleep. Jisung hurriedly informed him about the food and left the room. Felix mumbled some things to him and then yawned before spacing out for a while.

When Minho called Felix from downstairs, he started functioning again and then woke the older one up, kissing his forehead multiple times. Chan's eyes fluttered open and the first thing he saw was Felix on top of him. He took the chance to peck his lips, but Felix had other plans. He pulled Chan out of the bed and Chan tripped on one of the shoes chilling on the floor and fell. Felix chuckled before helping him up and they both headed downstairs together

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grumpygreenwitch · 2 years

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The Fairy and the Prince #2

Part 1 - Part 2 - Parts 3 & 4 - Part 5 - Part 6, 7 & 8 - Part 9 & 10 - Part 11, 12, 13, 14, 15 & 16 - Part 17, 18, & 19 - Part 20, 21 & 22 - Part 23, 24, 25 & 26 - Part 27, 28, 29 & 30 - Part 31, 32, 33 & 34 - Part 35, 36 & 37 - Part 38, 39, 40 & 41 - Part 42 & 43 - Part 44 & 45 - Part 46 & 47 - Part 48, 49, 50 & 51 - Part, 52, 53 & 54 - Part 55 & 56 - Part 57, 58, 59 & 60 - Part 61, 62, 63, 64 & 65 - Part 66, 67, 68, 69, 70, 71 & 72

Well, here’s where we try to figure out if I can do the tumblr queue thing.

I do have a Ko-fi, if anyone would like to help me pay for rent and bills. An It may not be, uh, organized, and I’m not sure how I’m going to make it easy to find in order. But you won’t have to pay for it. I’d put it on AO3 but I don’t think they allow for original writing and I don’t want to get them in trouble, they’re embattled enough. Ko-Fi link’s on my profile and at the end of the post.

By the time someone noticed the youngest prince in the palace was missing, it was suppertime. By the time he was found, seven people had been fired, three had been threatened with beheading, and the Dowager had written increasingly scathing letters to the monastery that provided her with teachers. Adam was dragged into a bath, sunburnt and windburnt and eyes full of wild glee, soot-black from where he'd made his way into an unused chimney and climbed down and out through the hearth. Linden had shown him the chimney, and watched him begin his descent. "Be careful, Adam," they'd warned the prince, those shattered eyes gleaming in the setting sunlight. "I can't catch you if you fall here."

"There's steps, it's fine. A baby could climb this. Will I see you tomorrow?"

"Maybe." Linden had laughed. "You know where to find me."

He was grounded, and quickly forgotten once again. The problem with that, of course, is that it's hard to keep a young boy in a giant palace grounded if you start ignoring him. He slipped out through the cellar once, when he'd been given punishment duty there. The master-at-arms lost track of him in the training yard, busy with the older boys whom he actually had faith in. He climbed up the beams in the stables when he was supposed to be doing punishment detail shoveling hay, and slipped out through the open shutters where hay bales where shuttled back and forth. Twice he climbed out of windows, his own and the one in the secondary library. He nearly fell once.

Linden was always there to catch him, with a merry laugh and those shattered, many-colored eyes. The palace rooftop and the cool dark woods were their playground, and they went everywhere together. In shallow cisterns and tiny pools carved out of the stumps of fallen forest giants Linden showed him impossible fish that spoke in tiny strings of bubbles, like pearls from a spilling necklace. They fought with imaginary swords, back to back, defending against savage barbarians and wicked pirates and murderous raiders, legions upon legions of them. It was always his ideas that they chased after, but Linden never seemed to mind falling in with the young prince's wild imaginings.

In the end, with summer growing heady and sweet and hot, he got grounded for good, his windows barred shut while the sour-faced, pinched-mouthed man that handled the princes made "other accommodations". His door was barred and there was a guard set upon it, and he couldn't force the windows open even a little bit. He'd tried to climb out of his hearth, but it shared a chimney with something that had a fire going at all hours of the day.

So he'd hid in the laundry pannier.

The staff panicked. How had their charge slipped out? How had he made it past the guard, the barred windows, the locked door? People dashed in and out, but no one thought twice of the laundry basket, least of all the burly-armed maid that carried it down to the boiling pools of lye water. Someone shouted when Adam squirmed his way free, but in the vast forests of laundry hung to dry hardly anyone could see him, let alone catch him. He scrabbled over a stone wall and raced along the top, leapt onto the low eaves of the kitchen, sprinted away and clambered up a gutter, thanking each water spout he passed by name, as Linden had taught him. He was almost to the top when his feet went out from under him and he slammed against the edge of a steep roof with punishing force, blowing all the breath out of him. His grip slipped.

A strong, tiny, brown hand caught him by the wrist. "Are you ever gonna get any better at this?" Linden accused him cheerfully.

"I hope so," he admitted, groaning.

"That took forever!" Linden helped him onto the roof, and Adam flopped down on his stomach to catch his breath. "What happened, where have you been?"

"They locked me up." Adam sighed.

"Uuuuugh!" Linden dropped to sit next to him, playing with the black curls of his hair. "Are they even allowed to do that? You're their prince!"

"I'm one of, like, fifty princes, Linden." Adam felt himself relax at last under that familiar, friendly touch, like a bird making a nest of his hair. "And I'm the youngest. I'm never gonna be king, so they don't care."

"If they don't care, why'd they lock you up?" Linden sprawled on their back next to him.

Adam turned his head to look at them, frowning a little as he put his words together; that, he'd learned from no teacher in the palace, but from his mother, who hadn't wanted to leave him behind. "Because I made them look bad," he explained at last. "When you're a prince, they have to know where you are and what you're doing, always and always. And if I told them about you, they'd say it's too dangerous and wouldn't let me do any of it."

"That's so dumb."

"Right?" Adam was silent for a long moment. "What about you? What does your family think of me?"

"They think I'm very silly for spending time with you," Linden tucked their arms under the gold-tipped burst of their white hair. "But they've always thought I'm silly."

"You're not silly!"

"Well, of course not." Linden looked pleased at Adam's staunch and immediate defense. "But they think everyone that's young is silly, and I'm the youngest, and you're the youngest. So we're twice the silly."

"Ugh." Adam was very familiar with that sort of thinking, and kept as much distance between himself and it as possible.

"And who cares what they think anyway." Linden whipped upright. "Now come on, I found a stork's nest!"

Adam sprung up to a sitting position. "With storks?!"

"How else would I know it's a stork's nest? Come on!"

#linden and adam #the fairy and the prince #linden the fairy #adam the prince #original writing

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okkotsuyuutaloml · 2 years

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beware of people online (dad!kaeya x gn!child!reader)

cw: angst, murder

notes: i've seen many people say that kaeya is south asian/indian, but what if he's just extremely tanned??

also please note that there may be a lot of mistakes

masterlist !

raising a 5-year-old child as a single dad is difficult.

i have to do all the chores, go to work and give in to my child, (y/n)'s request.

as a parent, i need to keep my child happy and today was no different.

“daddy, daddy! can you please let me watch a horror movie or tell me a story,” you whined for the umpteenth time.

as much as i did not want them exposed to things like this, it was getting annoying.

“alright sweetie, just hang on for a moment,” i said while drying my hands.

since making them watch gory movies will give them nightmares, i decided to tell them a story.

i smiled and motioned for you to sit next to me.

“once upon a time, there was a boy named diluc. he really loved playing this game called genshin impact.

he had a dear online friend whom he really cherished. let’s call him kaeya.

one day, kaeya messaged diluc saying that he wanted to gift him something as dliuc’s birthday was approaching, so he asked for his address.

at first, diluc was hesistant as his father had warned him several times that he should not give away his personal information, but kaeya somehow succeeded in persuading him.”

i paused, looking at them wondering if i should continue or not.

you looked like you were about to yell, so i continued.

“days passed, and it was diluc’s birthday.

saying that he was excited would be an understatement.

he did not receive the gift so he waited.

a few hours passed by and it was night.

he still did not receive it.”

you looked at him with big, (e/c), sad eyes.

“did he ever get the gift?” you asked innocently.

i chuckled and replied, “oh, the story hasn’t even started.”

you looked at me with big curious eyes.

i continued, “at around 11 in the night, the doorbell rang.

diluc was up in his room getting ready for bed, when suddenly, he heard his parents screaming.

“diluc, honey, stay in your room and make sure that your baby sibling is safe”

after hearing that, he immediately closed the door as quietly as possible.

for a while, he did not hear anything.

after a few minutes, he heard a knock on his door.

“it’s your mom, diluc”, a nasally voice said.

“mom did you get a cold?” he asked quietly.

“unfortunately, yes,” the voice replied.

he allowed her to open the door and he saw his parents’ head, but something was unusually wrong.

they had bloodshot eyes.

after talking for a while, the truth was revealed.

a brown skinned man stepped into the doorframe, holding his parents’ heads.

diluc was beyond shocked.

“call me kaeya,” the guy said while smirking.

diluc screamed.

to shut him up, kaeya killed him as well.

hearing their older brother scream, the baby started crying.

kaeya knew that he had to run before he gets caught by the police.

he dashed out of the front door as fast as he could, but the cry could be heard for miles around, so he decided to turn around and get the baby.

he reached the house, picked them up and thankfully, stopped crying.

for a moment, he stopped everything and gazed into their eyes.

they were glowing.

“i think i will keep you and call you (y/n). today onwards, i am your dad.” he said with a cynical smile.”

you were horrified.

they looked at me with those eyes and ran away to their room, which made me chuckle.

oh wait, i forgot to introduce myself.

hi, my name is kaeya alberich and my granddad used to be a pirate, which explains the darker tone of my skin.

i adopted (y/n) around 5 years ago because her brother died she could not stop crying.

#genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin fanfic #genshin x gn reader #genshin x gender neutral reader

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2022 kpop recap

in light of the new year I've decided to talk all by favourite releases/groups that either came out this year ( I've also included songs i discovered this year), i won’t be including any releases I've already reviewed. in no particular order.

catch & release-H1 KEY: i found this song like a couple months ago and i love it so much, the only way i can describe is if ITZY released flip a coin by BILLIE, it’s so good.

shakalaka - dal shabat: this song is sooo good i love the instrumental it sounds glittery. i wish there were performance videos because i really wanna see the choreography.

forever 1 - SNSD: this song is so amazing, i already have a soft spot for group reunions but this song slaps, i feel like if you enjoyed queendom by red velvet or scientist and TTT by twice this song is right up your alley. also whoever was responsible for the final chorus deserves a raise for the pure amount of emotion in her voice.

designer nct 127: i love this song so much it’s so nice, i love R&B so much anyway but SM’s producers really understand the genre.

copycat - APINK CHOBOM: the vibes this song have are immaculate, there's something so nostalgic about it.

AOA: I've listened to AOA casually but i recently decided to check out their Bsides and they have so many good ones, my recommendations are: cherry pop, super duper, 10 seconds and short hair(which isn’t a b side but still bangs)

F(X): similar to aoa I've always enjoyed their music but i’ve never really dived into their discography besides title tracks my recommendations are: love, chu ♡ , mr boogie, when i’m alone and every bside off the pink tape album.

lovelyz: my recommendations are: obliviate, my little lover, babydoll and dream in a dream.

chesire - itzy: this song slapped so hard in fact the entire album was fire.

baby i miss you - 2NE1:this song is so pretty, for some reason it reminds me of new jeans like if this song was released now it would go to new jeans.

tell me- wonder girls: she bangs idk what to tell you, i’ve started listening to this song every time i do my makeup and honestly it’s changed my world view.

onlyoneof:yeah so i just realised i haven’t mentioned how much i love onlyoneof on this blog yet which is crazy because out of all the 4th gen boy groups i keep up with onlyoneof have one of my favourite discographies, they remind of NCT and stray kids because people kinda shit on them because they have experimental title tracks which is so sad because they have some of the most back arching,toe curling, eye rolling Bsides known to mankind. anyway my recommendations are: coy, fragile, Dora maar, PicassO, instinct, tear of gOd, night flight, seamless mind, gaslighting, skinz, suit dance, sage, onlyoneof you, blossom, libido and savanna.

onf:nothing but bangers, i need all of tou to stop sleeping on them immediatley, my recommendations are: dry ice, beautiful beautiful, my genesis, belle epoque, we must love, summer poem, summer rain, the dreamer and the realist (the trabsition from the dreamer to the realist legit made my draw drop)

sf9: are you are hardcore fan of taemin ? have you been missing his music since his deptare to the milatery? are you a fan of wonho? do you love spider by hoshi, limbo by jun and pose by kino? then i have just the boy group for you, my recommendations are: fire, savour, trauma, good guy, scenario, now or never, summer breeze, tear drop(it sounds like a boy group version of panorama) and their cover of taemins move.

ciipher:are you a stay? are your favourite stray kid songs awkward silence,gone days and get cool? THEN STAN CIIPHER my recommendations are: i like you, solo, fire, blind, moon night, fame, you and stay.

mirae: DO IT FOR DONGPYO but for real my recommendations are: drip drop,juice, killa, snow prince and marvelous.

bae173:please their so good, song recommendations : crush on you, loved you, jaws, DaSH, GET HIM ugh.

TAN:if you like exo or seventeen then stan tan immediately my recimindations are: du du du: beautiful lie, walking on the moon, sing with you and midnight.

tfn: atp i feel like nugupromoter but for boygroups if you like cravity or treasure my recommendations are: asuabalbalta, edelwiess, run up and when the sun goes down.

Anyway I’m gonna end it here, wow this really got away from me, I might start doing this monthly or something anyway I hope you enjoyed this, HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!! :) bye

#h1 key #dal shabet #snsd #girl generation #nct 127 #apink #apink chobom #aoa #f(x)#lovelyz #itzy #2ne1 #onlyoneof #onf #wonder girls #sf9 #ciipher #mirae #bae173 #tan #tfn

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