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atoasttotheendoftheworld · 1 year

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Facts (unasked for) and headcanons (of little value and highly questionable) about my future story "My brother is an only child" (it is uncertain whether it will ever see HTML format and consequent publication, but I need to get rid of it a little)

Sakumo and Dai knew each other long before their respective children were born, yet it was a superficial acquaintance that became more close just several years later

there never existed a Maito Clan, all of Dai's relatives were simple villagers, not particularly chakra talented and thus unfit for a ninja's life; Dai became the first to express interest in it

there was a Clan branch of the Inuzuka Clan, the Inuiwa Clan, which, despite a high level of sensorial ability, was mainly employed in ninken training. Distinctive features were the gray fang-shaped paints below their eyes and their preference for wolf packs rather than dogs. Rouna and few others were children of the last of the Inuiwa Clan

Sakumo was born and raised in Konoha, although none of his family were from the Land of Fire; they came from the Land of Iron, specifically the area known as the Iron Mountains (on the border between the Land of Lakes, the Land of Sound, and the Land of Fire)

technically, both Gai and Kakashi still have some, albeit few, distant relatives, though neither of them is aware of it, and the degree of parentage is so meager that it doesn't actually matter at all

unlike Kakashi, Gai always knew who his mother was; indeed, the memory of her has been passed down from Dai's stories, as well as from the distinctive color scheme of green-red-orange in their outfits

Kakashi's mother was widely known throughout Konoha, yet despite the still existence of people who could remember her, no one ever uttered a word as a result of an incident that saw Sakumo implode into a rare tantrum that led many to swear never to mention his beloved partner ever again

everything related to the Hatake Clan, its origins, history, techniques and abilities, as well as any personal lifetime memories, was stored and concealed by Sakumo into intricately sealed boxes that Kakashi found only several years after his father's death; yet he never opened

Gai has a whole collection of photographs of his family but, unlike those of his father, or himself as a child and teenager, few have seen the ones portraying his mother

Kakashi is, through paternal heritage, partially from the Land of Iron. Gai is, by maternal heritage, partially from the Land of Earth. However, only Gai is aware of his mixed ancestry

there are only two people left, Tsunade and Aburame Shigeru, who knew, albeit marginally, Gai's mother

Tsunade and Aburame Shigeru are also the only ones with vivid memories of Uchiha Dakini, Obito's grandmother as well as one of the last survivors of the time of the first two great shinobi wars

Obito was, as a matter of fact, great-grandson of Madara, while Sasuke is great-great-grandson of Izuna

since countless data and reports have been lost years ago much history regarding the Uchiha Clan is still as unclear and confusing as uncertain is whether or not other Uchiha actually still live outside Konoha's borders

on the contrary the actual lineage of the Senju Clan and the Uzumaki Clan has been widely verified to have been reduced to a few people, namely Tsunade is the last of the Senju Clan, while Naruto and Karin are the only two descendants of the Uzumaki Clan

the kinship between Naruto and Tsunade is quite remote and would be 4th grade great-great aunt, while the kinship with Karin and Nagato is 3rd cousin, instead Karin and Nagato were 2nd cousins

although it is not known, practically to anyone, Jiraiya was 3rd cousin to Kakashi and was 2nd cousin with Sakumo

Gai never knew his relatives on maternal side due to the latter's choice, who always rejected to meet him

ironically Jiraiya, throughout his long travels in distant Lands, never learned of his origins, instead he found the Clan of which Orochimaru is an unaware descendant, yet he never had the opportunity to tell them

Tenten and Rock Lee were both orphaned at just a year old; both children of civilians, they have no memory about the tragedy that led to their parents' deaths

the appellative Rock is neither a Clan nor a surname, but rather a name by which the orphanage workers began to address Lee and, over time, became an inherent part of the name itself until it became a whole

similarly, Tenten's name was, originally, just Ten, but throughout her childhood days it was so numerous the occasions when the orphanage workers had to call her or shout it out loud to search for her that, eventually, Ten turned into Tenten and it ended up becoming her official name

unofficially, Tenten, Rock Lee, and Neji share the same surname. Officially, Tenten has no surname, Lee is assumed to be Rock's surname, and Neji is considered a Hyūga

Sakura is the only one on her team who has no relatives, neither immediate nor ancestor, who has ever been a ninja. Her entire family has always been all civilians, making her de facto the one astounding exception

Aburame Shino regards himself as a widower and is unknown, even to his teammates, as to why, when he must or is required, he defines himself as such

no biographical information is available, or disclosed, about the Kazekage's future bride-to-be, whose only certain facts involve her provenance from outside the borders of the Land of Wind

thirty, of men with political power or economic prestige, offered their daughters or sisters as brides, and ten, of Daimyō or Kings from distant Lands, proposed arranged marriages upon offering their daughters or sisters to the Hokage; for a total of forty offers, all rejected or ignored to the utmost concern (as well as objection) of the Congress of Elders of Konoha

Naruto was compelled to pursue specific studies in preparation of his future role as Hokage; among the tutors of such courses figures an Aburame Shujin who claims to have met him when he was too young to be able to remember

all over the Lands there have been whispers and rumors regarding alleged descendants of Uchiha Madara ever since the war ended. Some Lands have engaged in intensive investigations, including the Land of Fire

some corpses of war dead were never found, including that of Hyūga Neji, whose funeral was forcibly held with an empty coffin

Orochimaru disappeared from Konoha for a year, the reasons have never been explained

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tadpoles-r-us · 2 months

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Lynneira Sylverwind

Previously (prior to game events) a Paladin of Lathander

Oath broken and branded a heretic (long story)

Currently an Archfey Warlock

239 years old

High elf

Chaotic good

Acolyte background

Romancing Astarion and Halsin

Photographic memory, but struggles to retain memory of sounds

(cringy lore info-dump under the readmore, may be rewritten at some point to better articulate things, I just need to get the thoughts out of my head first)

Lynneira is a very unfortunate example of- not present tense “fuck around and find out” but past tense “fucked around and found out”.

She was raised by her mother, Elenor; a chaotic but kind druid who ran an apothecary in Baldur’s Gate. She unfortunately never met her father, Ronan, a perpetually anxious Paladin of Lathander, as he died on a quest before she was born, but her mother always made sure she knew that despite never getting the chance to meet her, her father loved her dearly. Lynneira was the type of child to be attached to her mother’s hip, always trusting her over anyone else. She struggled with even saying hello to anyone that came to her mother’s apothecary, but took a chance one day when a particularly friendly silver haired elven boy with bright blue eyes and messy curls greeted her first. “My name’s Astarion!” he’d said cheerfully, a slight lisp breaking up his words, holding his hand out to her in an almost too formal gesture for a boy his age. His mother had come in for an herbal remedy to aid in joint pain, so lucky for her, she saw this boy a lot. Even more lucky for her, when she started school, she happened to share a class with him, so she had at least one person she could rely on for company.

As the years when by, her friendship with Astarion only grew. Of course she made other friends, but he was her ride or die, and she was his. Any time a big life event came her way, he was right there with her, as was she with him. The two drifted a bit socially in college, Lynneira choosing to continue where her father left off as a Paladin of Lathander, while also sitting in on some druidic courses with the intent of one day taking over her mothers apothecary, whilst Astarion decided to dip his toes into the world of politics with law school. Although the two elves kept in touch, still hanging out damn near every weekend, their lives grew busier and busier, and as such, they continued on mostly separate paths.

As they reached their 30’s, Lynneira was never quite able to understand why Astarion went for the position of magistrate. Growing up, as friendly as he was, Astarion hated most forms of authority, so it deeply confused Lynneira that he’d ever choose to strive for that sort of position. What confused her even more was the decisions he was making in court. She’d noticed he was becoming more and more self-serving, and some obvious prejudices were starting to rear their ugly heads. This bothered her of course, so much so that one day after Astarion got off work, Lynneira cornered him, infuriated, and began laying in to him. His responses didn’t help his situation, being dismissive and blunt. Lynneira couldn’t remember much of the fight really, but she did remember her last words to him before storming off, “They’re people, Astarion! Good people, with families and lives and needs! Just because your self-serving ass has become too privileged to see that doesn’t mean I have to stand by and watch!”. Astarion didn’t bother chasing after her, whether due to his pride or something else he’d never really figure out.

Lynneira spent that evening sobbing into her mother’s shoulder, wondering what had happened to the sweet boy she’d known all these years. Worse still, she had no idea that that would be the last time she’d see astarion for a very very long time. She’d intended to check on him the next day, to catch him before he went in to work and ask to meet up later to well and truly talk things out, yet as she waited outside the courthouse, she never saw him. Worried he may be off sulking somewhere, she made her way to his parents house, asking if he’d been hiding out all day, but they hadn’t seen him since he left for work the previous morning. Beginning to panic, Lynneira checked everywhere she could, searching for weeks at all his favorite spots, talking to his co-workers, his out of work friends, anyone that may have seen him, but he never turned up.

Most people might give up by this point, leaving the search up to someone more well equipped to deal with the issue, unfortunately, Lynneira is not most people, she is a fiercely loyal person, and will give up anything and everything to keep her friends safe. Her search went on for months… then years… then decades. She never forgot his face, the final image of him a smug frown. She wondered if maybe he’d just skipped town, maybe he’d had enough of her bleeding heart, maybe he never wanted to see her again. This thought plagued her, but she told herself “no, he wouldn’t do that, if not for my sake, he would have told his parents, and they would have told me.”.

50 years in to her search, realized she couldn’t recall the sound of his voice. 100 years in, she was desperate. She’d tried everything, searched far and wide, she was out of options. well… almost out of options. At some point in her search, she’d found a book detailing an ancient form of dark magic, one that would allow the weilder to connect with the shadows. in her desperation, she decided to try it, she wanted nothing more than to see her friend again, to apologize, and to tell him something that she’d only recently come to terms with, that she loved him.

The ritual was simple enough to set up, it felt similar to that of a deity summoning which, Lynneira guessed it sort of was, in a way. Locked away in her room in the second floor of her mothers home, she was ready. Before she could finish setting up though, she felt a pull, her vision blurring. Lathander was calling upon her, and she knew better than to ignore him. “What do you think you’re doing?” he’d questioned. “I’ve tried everything… I need to see him again.” Lynneira responded, her voice breaking. “I will tell you this once and once only, child, if you do this, you will lose everything.” The chill that ran up her spine at this should have been enough of a warning, but of course, blinded by desperation, she did not listen. She stepped out of that talk with her god with only one thing in her mind. “I will see him again, if it’s the last thing i do.”

As she called upon the shadows, her vision went white, body trembling and writhing as she tried to hold on, dark whispers filling her mind. Unfortunately, she could not hold on, dropping to the floor as her head pounded, her vision and hearing only clearing quickly enough for her to hear her mother downstairs in the kitchen scream. As Lynneira oriented herself, she caught a glimpse of her own face in her bedroom mirror. Something was wrong, very wrong. her once blue and green heterochromic eyes were now pitch black, swirling with what looked like smoke. Though she could still see, it was as if her eyes were now made of shadow. Lynneira struggled to get to her feet, her head still aching as she stumbled down the stairs into the kitchen. She realized very quickly that her mother was nowhere to be found. Before the panic of that realization truly had a chance to set in, she felt a strange presence behind her.

“I’ll admit, you’re an interesting case.” a strange voice spoke. Lynneira flinched, falling to the floor as she whipped around to look at the intruder. She was met with what seemed to be a sentient suit of black armor shrouded in smoke. “Who- who are you? Where is my mother? What did you do to her??” she questioned her whole body trembling as tears formed in her eyes. “I’m your new best friend.” The figure joked, clearly attempting to calm Lynneira’s frayed nerves. It did not work. He sighed, kneeling down to Lynneira and holding out a hand to her. “On your feet, Oathbreaker.” he commanded. Lynneira shot him a questioning look as she rose to her feet, her brow furrowing.

“I am the oathbreaker knight.” The figure explained. “I exist to guide paladins through their next steps after breaking their oaths.” He paused for a moment, allowing Lynneira to process his words. “Breaking their-…” Lynneira trailed off, the tears in her eyes now freely flowing. “Fuck… I broke my oath.” This pulled another sigh from the oathbreaker night. “Not exactly, my dear. What you’ve done is worse.” Lynneira only seemed more confused. “What you’ve done, screwing around with shadow magic, goes against everything Lord Lathander stands for, it is the exact opposite of what he stands for actually. Shadow against light, and, given that you were warned of the consequenses… in his eyes, you are a heretic.” The words shot through Lynneira like an arrow. She braced herself on the kitchen table as she choked on the air around her.

“That… no… what does…?” Lynneira wasn’t too sure, given the lack of facial features, but she swore the oathbreaker night was looking at her sympathetically. “That means that should you set foot in any of Lathander’s houses of worship from this point forward, you are an ‘on sight’ target for his followers.” Lynneira chewed the inside of her cheek, mulling these words over. She then shook her head. “I’ll… deal with those feelings later… Where is my mother?” A sympathetic laugh rose from the oathbreaker knight. “The shadows took her, just like they took the color in your eyes.” Lynneira did not take these words in stride, her body crumbling under her as she realized what she had done. In her desperation to reconnect with Astarion, she, of her own foolish actions, had lost her god, her magic and her mother in one fell swoop.

It took Lynneira 25 years to get used to not having her mother around, 50 more years on top of that to try anything else in terms of her search for Astarion. She’d heard rumors of paladins reaching out to other gods after breaking their oaths, and she’d recalled stories her mother had told her as a child of a deity that she herself had worked with. Titania, the Fey Queen. Lynneira did not have high hopes of getting an answer, but after searching through her mothers belongings, she found a journal detailing how to contact Titania. She knelt in the living room, hands clasped to her chest. “Lady of summer, hear my call.” she pleaded. “I have no one else… I acknowledge that thats my own fault but… please, I need help.” For a few moments, Lynneira thought her prayer was not heard, but as a near blinding light filled the living room, warmth filled her chest.

“My dear child, it took you long enough to call me.” A sweet voice called. Lynneira squinted as her eyes adjusted to the light, seeing a beautiful woman with what looked like dragonfly wings standing before her. “Titania?” Lynneira questioned. The woman nodded, holding a hand out to her and pulling her to her feet. “I’ve been watching you for quite some time, unfortunately it seems you didn’t pick up on the butterflies I was sending you.” Lynneira tilted her head as she processed the fey queens words. She had been noticing a lot of butterflies getting in to the house after her mother disappeared. “That… oh, I’m sorry.” Titania shook her head. “No need, my dear, you never were the observant type.”

The conversation that followed with Titania was not one Lynneira was expecting. Normally, when making a warlock pact, the patron will ask for something grand in return for their aid, but all Titania asked for was Lynneira’s devotion (marking the area around her eyes and her forehead with fae devotion marks) and her efforts in protecting non-violent fae creatures, stating “My dear, you’ve been through enough.” On Lynneira’s end of things, she asked to have eyes in all realms the fae could reach, if anyone spotted Astarion, they were to tell her right away. Upon questioning Titania about why she was helping Lynneira, the response was. “Your mother was good to me, and asked me to protect you, should you ever request my help. So that’s what I’m doing.” Lynneira was confused as to why Titania agreed to this, knowing what she’d done. Titania laughed. “My dear, unlike Lathander, I see no harm in you attempting to tame the shadows. I live for a little chaos. It isn’t your fault he’s got a stick so far up his ass you could put him on a spit.”

For the next 25 years, Lynneira spent a vast majority of her time travelling, upholding her end of the pact and aiding any non-violent fae that were in trouble. she would double back to her mother’s house every few months for much needed breaks, but Titania insisted she keep herself busy. Eventually, Lynneira got word that Astarion had been spotted in Baldur’s Gate near a marketplace. She’d received the news well in to the evening, and still she wasted no time running to see if she could spot him. As she made her way down the street, she ran square in to someone rather large. Before she had the chance to get a good look at them, her vision went black.

#welcome to tadpoles r us heres a tav #tadpoles r us lynneira sylverwind #bg3 tav #please be nice to me about this im terrified to talk about her online but shes my baby #maybe ill make another post detailing what it was like for her to see astarion again #maybe #i dunno ya void has ANXIETY

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winterandwords · 1 year

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15 questions, 15 mutuals

Thanks to @k--havok for the tag!

Are you named after anyone? Nope. My parents just liked the name and my mum, who was a teacher, had a never taught a kid with it before so it didn't come with any preconceptions.

When was the last time you cried? A couple of nights ago. My dog freaked out because her foot went to sleep and she tried to get up and the noise she made fucking broke me. Terrible things happening to humans in my presence? Totally calm, stop the bleeding, whatever. An animals being mildly distressed over a extremely minor non-problem? TEARS.

Do you have kids? No. Never. Completely by choice. Team happily child-free here.

Do you use sarcasm a lot? Not as much as people think I do. Unless I'm in hardcore masking mode, I can come off as kind of cold and unemotional, so when I say genuinely supportive or appreciative things, people don't realise I'm being serious and assume I'm being an asshole.

What’s the first thing you notice about people? Their…vibe?? I don't know how to explain it. Their innate them-ness, the way it feels to be around them. I usually pick up pretty much immediately if someone is going to be very significant in my life. When I first met the person I've now been married to for twenty years it was like "Holy shit, you are going to matter so much" even though I didn't know how or why.

What’s your eye color? Blue, but not like all one colour. They're very pale around the pupil with a much darker ring around the outside.

Scary movies or happy endings? Yes. Violent revenge fantasies, please.

Any special talents? I'm hypermobile, so I can do all sorts of ill-advised party tricks with my stupid joints. Also I have a knack for picking up on people's fears and insecurities very quickly and easily via completely unrelated conversation and often hardly any conversation at all. I've never tried to do that. It just sort of happens. I'm not entirely comfortably with it tbh.

Where were you born? Ireland.

What are your hobbies? Writing, but that goes beyond being a hobby. Also learning French, reading, yoga, absorbing information about special interests (usually various aspects of religion and cultural mythology), baking, playing computer games, and BDSM.

Have you any pets? Yep! A black greyhound lurcher called Shadow. She's a rescue and we adopted her from her foster human last October. Before that she'd been raised in a racing kennel but couldn't race because she has a wonky foot, so she'd mostly been tied up in a concrete yard for all ten months of her little life. Also, Silver the cat. He's five, adopted in a "my cat had kittens and they need homes" situation, and he's had the most charmed life ever. It's a total coincidence that they're both named after characters from Sonic the Hedgehog.

What sports do you play/have played? I used to play hockey (field hockey, for those of you who live in places where ice hockey is the default) and did competitive gymnastics in high school. I played tennis and badminton casually, had a weight lifting gym bunny phase in my early twenties and went running late at night a lot for reasons of sanity. After that it was mostly mountain biking, because what's even the point if you can't hurl yourself down ridiculous hills on two wheels and hope all your body parts get to the bottom at the same time?

How tall are you? 5ft 2in

Favorite subject in school? I loved art, but hated art classes because I always had really shitty teachers who were very "I will only dedicate time and energy to people who make exactly the kind of art I personally like".

Dream job? I was a professional photographer (it's what I went to college for) and ran a studio before my body crapped out on me, so that was pretty cool and I'm glad I got to do it while I could. Writing isn't my job as such, but it's The Thing I Do now and I love it too.

Tagging some newer mutuals here. No pressure at all to take part! @felixwriting, @frankiesaysrelaxx, @superfangirl2789, @mawcegoblinwrites, @marthawrites, @danijameswriter and @make-them-scream. Fifteen people seems like a lot to tag, so I'm going to leave it at that and include an open tag, so if you'd like to take part feel free to @ me so I can see your answers.

#the shit in my head #writeblr tags #fifteen questions fifteen mutuals

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welldonebeca · 2 years

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For You (X/Final)

WC: 2k Warnings: Royal AU. Fluff. Pregnancy. Happy ending.

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The decision of elevating Ben's title from the simple Dukedom he’d been given upon his marriage to Rey and turning him into King Consort hadn’t been his. It hadn’t even been something the small council had agreed upon at any point. Once Re and Ben were together, everyone first expected the two to be the same as Rey and Hux, but were surprised very quickly by the stark differences between her first and her current husband.

The first new thing was how Rey was already pregnant at the very first trimester after their wedding, and as her pregnancy progressed, she lowered the number of responsibilities she used to hold alone, sharing them with him.

By the time Rey was six months pregnant with their firstborn, Ben was already responsible for administrating the castle and everything around it, managing her daily schedule and making sure that she would have some time to rest every day.

After their first son was born, Rey spent the first six months in a sort of leave, cutting her responsibilities to the bare minimum and spending every possible minute with little Benjamin until he was able to eat solid foods, and Ben had been a strong presence both as a father and a royal. Although Rose was assigned to many of the events Rey had been invited to, he was there for his wife when she couldn't attend meetings, read and gave her a quick rundown of the laws she would be given to approve or disapprove, and the general management of Exegol. She could - and did - trust him to tell her every single information in a quick way without distorting it. When Rey needed to stay away from their baby, he would be there with him as the most hands-on father she had ever seen in her life.

By the time she was pregnant with the twins, his role had only grown along with their family, and he had even started to dedicate himself to study the laws of their land to make sure he was doing a good job, even proposing changes to what needed to be revised and acting quickly in cases of emergencies. He was actually the one who suggested that Rey talked over the phone with her Prime Minister when the weight of the children made her too tired to hold a daily meeting - something Rey hadn't even considered before but made a lot of sense.

There were lots of talks about him being crowned and turned into a Prince in the five - almost six - years since he became her husband, but she didn't feel like it was enough. Ben, though, always refused any title or name, or anything that would give him a different status. He liked being a father, and a husband, but he didn't quite enjoy being a duke. Something about the status and the fact he was paid 'too much money to do absolutely nothing' bothered him.

Still, after a long time discussing the change with her council, and sitting with her husband for months and months, Rey finally decided that he would be made King Consort, and he accepted it - causing joy on both their children and the queen herself.

When he was crowned, there was a big celebration in their country, and she was just waiting for the right time to announce her third pregnancy and fourth child.

Rey and Ben were really aiming for that big, big family.

She actually hoped they could cramp two more babies after this one before stopping having children. Maybe three.

“Quiet now,” her husband told their son in a firm but gentle tone, sitting him down between the girls, Hannah and Leia, who were unusually quiet, and adjusting his tie on his clothes. “There you go, you look amazing, son."

Rey reached out from her place behind them, fixing Leia's hair before raising Hannah's chin.

“Now give uncle Finn a big smile,” Poe instructed beside his husband.

He’d become the family's official photographer since their marriage, as Finn was the only person the kids would actually smile to without being afraid of the big chunky camera in front of them.

Rey only had one last shot before they got either bothered by the constant flashing of lights and ran away, or the girls started crying because of it, and she really wanted to take an official photo before her new bump started showing. It was supposed to celebrate the change of Ben’s statues and be published in the Newspaper, and she was already finding it hard to hide her growing figure from the prying eyes. She still wanted to keep the news within her family, at least for a few more weeks.

“Let’s all say Finn one last time?” Poe clapped his hands. “Three, two, one… Fiiiiiiinn.”

The kids were mid-word when Finn took his picture, and she braced her for Leia's reaction, realising after a moment that she was just turning to stare at her father once Finn declared that he was done.

“Daddy?” she raised her chin as if she’d been expecting something, and Hannah made grabby hands at him.

Her husband chuckled and reached for his pocket, taking a satin handkerchief from inside and unwrapping not just one, but two pacifiers, and giving them to the two girls, shocking her.

“Ben!” she exclaimed.

He blushed, looking away from her.

“Just for a little bit,” he muttered. “We’ll replace them with some blanket before the baby is born, I promise.”

Rey shook her head. Benny never had a pacifier, but the twins? Apparently, her husband thought it’d be a good idea.

They would have to disagree on something at some point, no marriage could be perfect.

“Mama,” Benny called, stepping close to her, and before she could pick him up in her arms, Ben did it himself, chuckling when their son simply threw himself in her arms.

“Don’t you want daddy, baby?” he asked.

“No,” their son, rested his face on her shoulder, hiding his face in the crook of her neck. “I want my mama.”

Rey shook her head, and held him closely, kissing his cheeks several times as everyone else moved around them, and sat down when her back started bothering her a little bit.

“You have me,” she rubbed her nose over his cheek.

Their son shook his head, though, and Rey frowned.

Little Benjamin had been acting strangely since the last few days, clinging to her during all the time he could and even trying to sleep with her and his father.

He’d even been trying to convince his nanny to bring his crib back into his room.

She sat on the closest couch trying to move him to look at his face, but her son clung onto her neck, squirming and hitting her stomach with his knee a couple of times before she held his legs.

“Benny, be careful,” Rey instructed. “You’re going to hurt mama and the baby if you hit me there.”

He whined again and Ben stood by the door with a frown, walking to the two and sitting by her side.

“Benny," he called gently. “What is it?”

Rey rubbed her boy’s back calmly. Benjamin was a very sensitive child, more than his sisters had even been, and the biggest mama’s boy she had ever met. Maybe it was something to do with his sisters or the fact he was going to school soon and was afraid of it.

“You don’t like me any more,” he whimpered, sniffling.

Rey turned to her husband in complete confusion, pushing him with a little more insistence, sitting her son on his lap.

“Benjamin,” she spoke slowly. “What are you talking about?”

Her son looked down, away from her face, staring at his own hands.

“You don’t like me any more!” he insisted. “You’re having the baby to replace me!”

Ben’s eyes widened by Rey's side, and he was quick to reach for their boy.

“Why do you think that?” he asked. “Benny, we would never stop liking you or loving you!”

He pouted.

“Then why do you want a baby?” he insisted.

Rey finally understood what was happening, and shook her head.

Jealous.

Their son was jealous of his new sibling.

“Benny,” she cupped his face. “Look at me, look at mama.”

He raised his eyes, and Rey took in a deep breath. Her son was a carbon copy of her, with her eyes and smile, she was sure she would grow to look even more like her.

“You and your sisters mean everything to me,” she affirmed, making circles on his cheeks with her thumbs. “Your father and I fought through a lot of life difficulties so we could have you, and the day you were born was one of the happiest days of our lives because we waited for you for longer than we ever thought we could.”

His eyes stared onto hers, big and shiny. She knew he didn’t understand everything she was saying – Rey didn’t even know if he would ever know the whole truth about what happened so the their family could exist – but he was still paying attention to her.

“I could never stop loving you, I could never stop liking you,” Rey affirmed. “I love you as much I love your sisters, and as much as I’ll love this baby and any baby we have after. No one is ever going to replace anyone. And every day you grow up, my love grows with you, and I’ll love you more and more every day of our lives.”

Ben caressed his hair gently and placed a kiss on the boy's temple.

“Our love only has place to grow,” he confirmed what she had just said.

Still, her son frowned, pouting.

“But why do you want another baby?” he insisted.

Rey smiled at him and took his small hands in hers, kissing them kindly.

“We want a big family,” she told him. “We want you to have someone to play with and a best friend on whom you can trust whenever you need them.”

“Don’t you want to have a little brother to play with?” Ben husband asked.

Her son’s eyes widened as if he’d been presented with something he had never thought about.

“I can have a brother?” he asked, surprised.

Rey laughed.

“Well, we don’t know if it is a boy or girl,” she told him. “But it might be a new brother. And if it is not, we can have another one after.”

Still, Benny's eyes grew shinier.

“Can I help pick his name?” he asked. "Please, mama? Please daddy?"

She nodded.

“Of course, honey,” she told him. “Maybe later, okay?”

Their son nodded and carefully moved closer to her, caressing her covered stomach and kissing her cheek.

“I love you, mama,” he affirmed gently before jumping onto her husband.

“You love you too, honey.”

He hugged her husband and pressed his lips on his cheek, and she laughed when Ben held him close and tickled him while spreading loud kisses all over his chubby face.

“I love you,” Ben declared in between his kisses. “Love you, love you, love you!”

Their boy giggled.

“I love you too, daddy!”

Benjamin left the two alone, and Ben put his arm over Rey's shoulder, pressing a kiss on her cheek just before she rested her head on his shoulder.

“We gotta give them attention,” she told him. “Make sure they don’t think they’re being replaced.”

He hummed positively, moving close to Rey and pressing his lips on her in a gentle kiss.

The two settled in silence and her husband took in a deep breath, reaching for her face and cradling it in his warm hand.

“I’m happy,” he declared. “The happiest I’ve ever been.”

Rey rested her forehead on his, and Ben rubbed his nose on hers.

Sometimes, she worried about the future. She worried about their children, and her husband, and their country… but Rey had Ben.

Benjamin Chewbacca Solo moved the world for her and made her the happiest woman in the world. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for her and their family, and nothing she wouldn’t do for him.

“I know,” she whispered. “Me too.”

Rey didn’t need to worry. Whatever happened, they would be able to take care of it together, just like they had before.

Everything was going to be well.

. . .

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Joshua Jackson interview with "Mr Porter" (2021)

Minutes before Mr Joshua Jackson joins me in a booth for a Friday afternoon drink at a vibey hotel bar in Santa Monica, he’s confronted by his past. Or rather, a woman in her early twenties who is binge-watching Dawson’s Creek, the teen show about a close-knit group of high-school friends coming of age in a sleepy American town, which made Jackson incredibly famous between 1998 and 2003. The series, which also made household names of Ms Michelle Williams and Ms Katie Holmes, went off air 18 years ago, but is now streaming on Netflix, to the bemusement of Jackson, who played lovable rogue Pacey Witter. “This girl was like, ‘Are you...?’ And I’m like, ‘Yes, I am. He got old. I’m sorry to break it to you,’” he says, before ordering an iced tea and a charcuterie board to tide him over until dinner time. “It always surprises me when young people say they’ve just got into Dawson’s Creek. I’m like, ‘Is it a costume drama to you? Do you feel like you’re watching a historical documentary?’”

The idea of a Friends-style reunion episode or a Sex And The City revival feels equally far-fetched to Canadian-born Jackson, now 43 and wearing it well in a pale green linen shirt and tailored linen trousers by Oliver Spencer that complement his fading brown hair and Cali-tanned skin.

“I don’t know why you’d want to [bring it back],” he says. “Nobody needs to know what those characters are doing in middle age. We left them in a nice place. Nobody needs to see that Pacey’s back hurts. I don’t think we need that update.”

And Jackson doesn’t need Dawson’s Creek. From Mr JJ Abrams’ sci-fi series Fringe (2008-2013) to the Golden Globe award-winning The Affair (2014-2019), from Ms Ava DuVernay’s ground-breaking true-crime drama When They See Us (2019) to the recent Ms Reese Witherspoon and Ms Kerry Washington-produced Little Fires Everywhere (2020), he has commanded the small screen – with a collection of dynamic and diverse work – ever since.

His latest role as Mr Christopher Duntsch, the Texas surgeon convicted of gross malpractice when 33 of his patients were left seriously injured after he operated on them and two of them died, in chilling Peacock crime drama Dr Death, is only stepping his career up another gear.

“I’ve never played anyone irredeemable before,” says Jackson, who is joined in the eight-part series (based on the 2018 Wondery podcast of the same name) by Messrs Christian Slater and Alec Baldwin. “He is charming, gregarious and has a high-level intellect, but he’s also a misogynist, probably a sociopath, certainly a narcissist and a complete incompetent who is incapable of seeing himself.”

If Duntsch is terrifying, then Jackson’s portrayal is even more so. The artist formerly known as Pacey is virtually unrecognisable (thanks to prosthetics) in the opening scene, but the real challenge for Jackson was allowing himself to view someone who is so “spectacularly evil” as a human being in order to walk in his shoes. “It’s a more damning portrayal of the man to make him into a human being, rather than just make him the bad guy,” he says. “He really believes he’s the hero, he’s the genius and that he’s the victim, so once I got past my own judgment, all the other things fell into place.”

Jackson might have his pick of stellar roles – and challenges – now, but it has not happened by accident. Take it from someone who has been in the business since landing his first job aged 14 in Disney’s live-action movie series The Mighty Ducks, opposite Brat Pack alumnus Mr Emilio Estevez.

“You try to make it look like it happens accidentally,” he says, “but there is no way to do this and not be ambitious. I’d say I’m extremely ambitious because I’ve been doing this cutthroat job for nearly 30 years. I’m in the pay-off phase of my career now. One of the benefits of surviving for as long as I have is you get to learn from your own mistakes.”

Such as? “I wouldn’t say, ‘I wish I hadn’t done that,’ because it all becomes bricks in a path, but [after Dawson’s Creek] I was not choosy enough about the things I was doing. You get stuck. You start trying to perform the performance you think people are hoping to see you do. I was so used to working all the time that I just worked all the time. There was definitely a conscious moment in my mid-twenties when I realised I wasn’t really enjoying the work that I was doing. My manager at the time just said, ‘Take a breath. You’re burnt out.’”

The turning point came in 2005, when Jackson was offered a role in the two-hander Mr David Mamet play A Life In The Theatre, opposite Sir Patrick Stewart. “God bless him, Patrick could have made my life miserable because I had no idea what I was doing, ” he says. “I hadn’t been on stage since I was a kid and now I was in the West End in over my head. But it reminded me that I actually enjoyed being an actor, that it’s not about the red carpet or travelling around the world. What I really enjoy is working on good material with good people.”

It’s no surprise Jackson’s time on Dawson’s Creek led to a career crisis. From the ages of 19 to 24, he lived with his fellow cast mates in Wilmington, North Carolina, filming day in, day out, in an arrangement he likens to college. “You get to the end and they’re like, ‘Here’s your degree. Go live now. You’re an adult. Go out into the world,’” he says.

But most graduates don’t have to deal with global fame. “It’s transitory. You’re only ever cool for a moment and then you become much less cool. I was always pretty dubious about flatterers,” he says, recalling a time he was stung in London in the mid-2000s. “I went on a date in Hyde Park with a woman whose name I will not use – she was socialite-famous – and she was acting completely bizarre, looking over her shoulder the whole time. I came to find out that she had hired a photographer to follow us through the park and gave a whole story to the tabloids about how I was going to meet her family.”

It was his growing fortune, rather than fame, that caused Jackson the most anxiety. “Suddenly, at 19 years old, I was making more in a week than most of my friends’ parents would make in a year,” he says. “It was lovely to have the money, but it was that feeling of nobody is worth that kind of money. You feel like a fraud and it took me a long time to forgive myself for not being the thing that I was perceived as.”

Born in Vancouver, but raised in Topanga, California, until he was eight (before moving back to Vancouver following his parents’ divorce), Jackson bought his childhood home in 2001 and lives in it today with his wife, British Queen & Slim actor Ms Jodie Turner-Smith, and their 15-month-old daughter.

“My father unfortunately was not a good father or a husband and exited the scene, but that house in Topanga was where everything felt simple, so it was a very healing thing for me to do,” he says. Fast-forward to 2021 and his baby daughter now sleeps in her father’s childhood bedroom. “There was a mural of a dragon on the wall in that room that I couldn’t believe was still there, years later. The owner [who sold him the house] said, ‘I knew it meant a lot to somebody and that they were going to come back for it some day.’”

Becoming a first-time parent during a pandemic sounds stressful, but it afforded Jackson months at home with his wife and child that his normal work schedule wouldn’t have allowed.

“I now recognise how perverse the way that we have set up our society is,” he says. “There is not a father I know who works a regular job who didn’t go back to the office a week later. It’s robbing that man of the opportunity to bond with his child and spend time with his partner.”

Despite his obvious career ambitions, fatherhood has changed Jackson’s priorities in “every possible way”, he says. “It’s 100 per cent changed how I approach my work and my life. That has been made so clear to me in this past year. For me to feel good about what I’m doing day to day, my family has to be the central focus.

“There are plenty of things left for me to do, but now the thing that gets me excited is experiencing the world through my daughter’s eyes. I can’t wait to take her scuba diving. I can’t wait to take her skiing. I can’t wait to read a great book with her. I’m not worried at all she’ll be a wallflower. She’s been a character from the word go.”

Jackson met Turner-Smith, 34, two days after his 40th birthday. He had been single since his 10-year relationship with German actress Ms Diane Kruger ended in 2016. “I was not looking to fall in love again or meet the mother of my child, but life has other plans for you,” he says.

The couple met at a party. Turner-Smith was wearing the same The Future Is Female Ejaculation T-shirt Ms Tessa Thompson’s character, Detroit, wears in the 2018 film Sorry To Bother You. “That’s what I used to break the ice. I shouted, ‘Detroit!’ across the room. Not the smoothest thing I’ve ever done, but it worked. We were pretty much inseparable from the word go. It was a whirlwind romance and I can tell my daughter I literally saw her mother across a room and thought, ‘I have to be next to this woman.’”

A self-confessed “useless” shopper, Jackson gives his wife full credit for his current wardrobe. He is jewellery-free, apart from a wedding band and a gold signet “JJ” ring on his little finger (a present from his wife), and discovered tailored sweatsuits (by Stampd and Reigning Champ) in the pandemic.

“Jodie has influence in the way that a wonderful wife encourages you, through love, to dress well. She was like, ‘We’re going to throw away all the sweatpants from your past and I’m going to get you some that actually make you look like an adult male and you will still feel comfortable around the house,’ and I’m like, ‘What an amazing idea!’ Who knew you could get sweatsuits that actually look good on your body?”

Jackson’s style has evolved, he says, “from slovenly teen to it’s-nice-when-your-clothes-actually-fit-you”. The penny dropped after he auditioned for his former co-star Estevez, who was directing the 2006 Mr Robert Kennedy biopic Bobby. He said to me, ‘You only got this job because I know you. You came in here to play a very well-put together 1960s political operative and you’re wearing jeans and a hoodie.’

“I had to grow up a little bit. We are very much raised in Canada to never, ever show off, so it took me a while to recognise it’s OK to look good when you go out.”

Still, when you’ve grown up in front of the camera, “every pimple literally documented”, and lived (very successfully) to tell the tale, you can probably be forgiven for the odd fashion faux pas.

“I wore a silk Ascot to an event once in Paris and I still have nightmares about it,” he says. “I looked like Fred from Scooby Doo, but you live and learn.”

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let-me-write-shit · 4 years

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Hiiii! I absolutely love your writing. Could you do an imagine based off of your pregnancy one shot? Since H is incredibly private, would the couple be able to hide her pregnancy from the public and then announce it similar to like Kylie Jenner’s video diary of the whole experience? Thanks!!

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Is Forever Enough?

From the moment Harry found out he and Y/N were expecting their first child, he knew he wanted to document everything. He had been in the habit of capturing moments throughout their relationship, mainly of big events, but from this moment on, he wanted to capture it all. Little clips of every doctor’s appointment, every craving his wife had, every heartbeat, and every little kick. He wanted video documentation of the life growing inside his wife’s belly and everything that happened during that time. They had waited so long for this moment, and now that it was finally here, he wanted to make sure they would never forget a single second of it. From telling their closest friends and family members, designing the nursery, their tiny baby shower, attended by the select few that were lucky enough to know their secret.

At first, keeping silent was a way to protect themselves in case Y/N’s pregnancy didn’t stick like their fertility doctor had warned them was a possibility. It took them nearly two years to conceive, and the thought of going through a miscarriage in front of millions of watchful eyes was terrifying. But by the time they became aware that they weren’t going to miscarry, they had gone so long without announcing it that there wasn’t a point to do it. Why ruin something that was so well hidden?

The decision not to announce their pregnancy to the public wasn’t a hard decision to make. Harry was private, anyway, and everyone knew that. He was rarely on social media and didn’t talk about his private life to many people, and those who he did talk to were very loyal and trusting. They just wanted to enjoy being pregnant without the prying eyes of strangers and it was fairly easy keeping it under wraps considering how private they were, to begin with.

The timing of Y/N’s pregnancy helped, too. The early part of her pregnancy was during the summer, so they could enjoy tropical holidays together without worrying about being seen because she simply wasn’t showing yet. But, towards the end, it got harder to conceal, like during award season in the fall when an oversized shirt or puffy dress couldn’t conceal the roundness of her bump and plumpness of her cheeks and lips. It was the first award season she hadn’t accompanied Harry to in years and people began to get suspicious.

That’s when the rumors of her possible pregnancy started. Of course, no one could prove anything. But that, along with the lack of sightings of Y/N was enough proof for some. Luckily, nothing more came of it other than whispers. Harry had stopped doing interviews when he first got wind of the rumors, so no one could catch him off guard in uncomfortable positions or having to lie to protect his wife, and he began to focus his attention back on his music, halting his pursuance of on-screen work for the time being until after their baby boy’s arrival. Instead, he was the man behind the camera.

For the most part.

There were times when certain family members or friends would pick up their camera and film some things for them, capturing little intimate moments of the parents-to-be. They even enlisted the help of Harry’s on-tour photographer, Helene Pambrun, to help film the birth of their baby. Though she focused mainly on photography, her knowledge of videography and style of filming fit exactly with what the couple wanted, and Helene was all too honored to be a part of the day.

And although the birth of their child was, albeit, a bit traumatic, they couldn’t have asked for a sweeter baby boy. Born on a frigid Friday evening on March eighteenth after twenty hours of active labor and an onslaught of chaos, Paxton Robin Styles was born, tiny, healthy, and beautiful, surrounded by family that already loved him so dearly.

The hospital staff was wonderful in keeping their attendance private, no one having a clue that they were even there. No news articles or whispers were heard of their newest addition to which they were grateful to be allowed to enjoy their first week home, getting acclimated to being new parents. They had fallen in love with him.

“Y/N!” Harry exclaimed, bouncing into the nursery on a Monday afternoon as his wife fed their son, his phone in hand, and a bright smile on his face.

Y/N looked up, surprised and slightly offended, “Don’t ever call me by my name again,” she joked, stroking their son’s cheek.

Harry laughed, “Sorry, love. But, look! It’s here!”

He held his phone in front of her face, playing the edited version of their pregnancy and birth journey in video form one of Harry’s editor friends kindly put together for them after the birth of their son. The five minute and fifty-one-second video filled with shortened clips of the last nearly ten months of their lives in becoming first-time parents. They watched it together, occasionally glancing down at their baby that had fallen asleep while eating in Y/N’s arms, in awe that this was their life.

Tears were streaming down both of their faces, and Y/N giggled, wiping her husband’s cheek with her free hand. He was an emotional being, she knew that, but she had no idea what the effect of fatherhood would be on her Harry. She couldn’t have picked a better partner to raise a child with.

“I think we should post it,” Harry said, causing Y/N’s eyes to go wide.

“Post it? Like...social media?”

Harry nodded, “Well, we can’t keep him a secret forever. People are already starting to talk. I’d rather announce it on our own terms than on someone else’s. We can still stay as private as possible, I’ve already talked to Jeffrey and my publicist about it. I just...he makes me so proud and I feel like I need to show people that.”

Y/N smiles sweetly at her husband, taking his hand that rested on the arm to the nursing chair and pulling it up to her lips, kissing it gently. “Okay. We can post it.”

Later that evening, the internet was in an uproar and their phones were blowing up like crazy, for on both of their Instagrams they posted a grey-scale picture of a name tag sticker that read “Hello, I’m: P”, captioned ‘link in bio’, where they were directed to a youtube link posted under Harry’s account.

As soon as the video began, Harry’s soft voice was heard, singing his version of ‘Lullaby’ by the Dixie Chicks in the background as unseen footage of their wedding a few years prior had fizzled into view, video of their first dance as husband and wife played while the tail end of a speech made by Harry’s mom, Anne, was heard over everything else.

“We are so incredibly grateful to have Y/N now an official part of our family and I wish you both years of love, health, and happiness….and giving me tons and tons of grandchildren,” earning laughter from the attendees, “I love you both to pieces. Congratulations.”

The video slowly changed to little snippets. Y/N running towards the beach, holding her hat tight on her head with one hand while the other was holding onto Harry’s hand that was at the bottom of the screen as the breeze whipped at Y/N’s hair and sarong, cut to a clip of the camera propped on the beach overlooking the two of them sitting in the sand, looking out into the ocean, Y/N’s head falling on Harry’s shoulder and him kissing the top of her head as the sun set.

Next was a scene during one of Harry’s tour where someone filmed Y/N at the front of the stage in a VIP area beside a few of their friends, dancing and singing along with Harry who stood in front of her, smiling and singing at her.

The next images were upsetting. When they first started trying, they recorded videos of themselves awaiting the results of their tests, hoping to capture the moment they found out on film. One after another, the video showed negative test upon negative test, wanting to document the struggle they faced in fertility, one of the main reasons they decided to post this video. If it helped just one person who struggled with infertility and gave them a bit of hope, they needed to show it.

They showed clips of Harry holding an emotional Y/N in his arms, her eyes filled with tears and a quivering lip as he kissed her forehead and stroked her hair. Until the next clip showed. A shaky still of a screen that read ‘Pregnant’ that panned up to show a reflection of Harry and his wife in the mirror, Y/N pulling the test up to her face with a smile while Harry looked down at his wife in pride, softly touching her flat belly.

Clips of an ultrasound showed, Y/N stomach looking more bloated than anything as the doctor slid the wand around on her belly, Harry filming while squeezing his wife’s hand. His voice could barely be heard over the music of the video as he cooed, “Is that it, right there? So little…”

They included a few announcements they made to family members. How they told Anne while on an end of summer family vacation with a little jewelry box that opened up to two little birds and an egg in a birds nest with a note that said ‘A little birdy told me you are going to be a Nana.’ making Anne burst into tears, hugging them. And when they told Y/N’s best friend by giving her an orange and saying, “That’s how big our baby is right now,” which caused confusion before the screaming.

Y/N had filmed mirror clips of her growing belly in the floor-length mirror that stood in the corner of their room and had gotten clips of Harry laying beside her bump, his hands rubbing her stomach, clasped on either side as he sang, or talked, or read stories.

“I can’t wait to meet you,” he could be heard saying before kissing the top of her bump, looking up and past the camera to his wife, smiling lovingly.

There were images of Christmas, Gemma having caught an intimate moment between the two of them, Y/N sat in between Harry’s legs on the floor, mugs of hot chocolate in her hands and still in their Christmas Pajamas, Harry’s cheek pressed against hers as he held up a blue Gucci baby suit in front of them, smiling and gushing about how small it was.

The couple’s silhouette could be seen in the dark light sky as they stood in the middle of the field, illuminated by the New Years’ fireworks that went off in the distance, Y/N’s belly pressed against Harry’s stomach as they kissed intimately amongst their friends.

A small baby shower inside one of their London country homes was next, littered with a few familiar faces along with some that were likely family members. Harry still sang in the background as the two of them opened gifts, smiling and laughing with each other, genuine happiness and love could be seen on everyone’s faces and a few people popped onto the screen to say a few words for the unborn baby.

“You have wonderful parents,” Y/N’s parents grinned, her mom getting teary-eyed. “I can’t wait to see the person you become.”

Anne’s bright, shining smile was next, “You’re going to do amazing things. You are so loved.”

“Hi, my sweet nephew! It’s Auntie Gemma,” she grinned, waving at the camera, “I can’t wait to meet you and snuggle you! I hope you grow up to be just as kind and loving as your parents. We are so lucky to have you in our lives.”

Harry and Y/N were seen in the background, Y/N eating a slice of cake while Harry casually kissed her cheek before stealing a bite of her food, earning a smile from his pregnant wife

Video panned over their newly renovated nursery, mostly designed to be gender-neutral with little hints of outer space; moon lights, a solar system mobile hanging above the cot, with a star blanket draped over the nursing chair. Harry moved the camera to Y/N who was hanging some onesies in the nursery closet, smiling and waving at the camera.

Next, they were laying in bed. It was dark and, but a glow from a nightstand shone and Y/N’s belly was visible, round and very pregnant, a few freckles near her navel, and the faintest linea nigra could be seen running from her belly button down towards the bottom of her belly. Their voices were barely audible over the music still sung by Harry. A little ripple on her belly cast from left to right and then her belly distorted a little as their baby boy kicked and pressed against the center of her bump, making the couple laugh and Harry’s hand appeared, softly rubbing where his son’s foot would be.

It changed. They were in a hospital now, Y/N in a grey and white spotted hospital gown. The camera was propped on a table filming Y/N who sat on the edge of her bed, moving her hips from side to side as she breathed heavily, moaning, while Harry kneeled on the floor in front of her, his hands on her hips and squeezing to relieve some pressure. They were talking to each other, concern, and empathy clear on Harry’s face.

In the next clip, Y/N was laying back in her hospital bed, sucking on gas and air. Harry was filming this time, and his Anne could be seen this time, sitting on Y/N’s other side holding her daughter-in-law’s free hand. Y/N put the gas and air down, gave a thumbs-up, and smiled, “We’re having a baby today!” as her mother-in-law smiled brightly.

The footage faded to black before it flashed to Y/N looking at someone just out of view as the disembodied voice said, “Whenever you feel the urge to push, let us know. You’ll be meeting your son soon.”

It faded to black again, Harry’s singing more evident in these moments, louder, as the footage flashed back into focus. The camera was, once again, being propped up on a table. At Y/N’s head on either side stood Anne who was still holding her daughter-in-law’s hand, while Harry stood, back to the camera, mostly blocking the view of his wife as one hand stroked her hair and the other held her hand. The doctors could be heard saying, “Deep breath” before Y/N took a deep breath in, bringing her legs to her chest with the help of a few nurses that could hardly be seen, bearing down and pushing as the nurses counted and Harry said, “Great job, love. Keep going. You’re so strong.”

The screen went black. A doctor’s voice was heard saying, “One more big push.” Y/N could be heard taking a deep breath, and a little exasperated yelp before gasping from both Harry and Anne followed by the beautiful, gurgling cry of their baby. Harry’s sweet singing voice in the background of the video got louder and finally, the video came back into view of a little name card on the bassinet that read:

Name: P, Styles.

DOB: March 18th

Weight: 6 lbs 12 oz

Height: 20 inches

Time: 8:39 PM

The camera panned down to the top of a blue baby cap with a white embroidered ‘P’ in the center, moving as their son wiggled in his bassinet, the hushed reassuring whispers of his parents heard just behind the camera as little lip-smacking and coos could be heard from the baby.

The screen went blank as the song started to end and white words appeared on the screen.

“Welcome to the world, Baby P. We love you to the ends of the earth.

Love,

Mummy and Daddy”

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ninjastormhawkkat · 3 years

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My Crazy Wordgirl Theory #2

I will get to writing stories for my version of the Becky Boxleitner au. I just really need to get this out of the way. After going through sites for the canon facts of the Wordgirl television series and re-watching old Wordgirl episodes to help me write some stories for my version of the au, I sort of discovered something interesting. In a scene from “The Rise of Miss Power” we see an image of a male and female Lexiconian superhero duo painted on the ceiling of the room in the episode special. Now about everyone in the fandom has speculated that image is a painting of her biological parents, or an idea of what her parents would look like. But what if that were not true? What if that painting was just a symbolic image of what the humanoid people on Lexicon typically looked like? Back in the episode, “Wordgirl Makes A Mistake”, Becky mentions that she accidentally crawled onto the ship of Captain Huggy Face, a famous (Lexiconian) Air Force Pilot when she was really little. For about 10 or 11 years, Bob and Becky have been raised on earth with no attempts to get back to Lexicon, and no one from Lexicon has come to find them. I am not trying to paint Becky’s biological parents in a bad light, but why was no Lexiconian searching for their lost child? From looking at Wordgirl’s Spaceship Hideout, it appears that people from Lexicon have the technological resources to track down the crashed ship of a famous pilot and find him and a lost child. This would take them only a few years. Also looking at Wordgirl’s origin story, it seems that Lexicon is not lightyears away from Earth or Becky and Bob would have been a bit older than when they were found in the origin flashback. (I know it is a cartoon, but some rules of science still apply to the show). I don’t know how far the planets are from each other but I think they exist in the same solar system if indicated by the alien tech that Lexiconians are able to travel faster to planets without aging much. Again I ask if this is possible, then why has no one come to rescue Becky and Bob? What if it was because Becky was meant to have crawled onto Huggy’s ship and never be found? We don't know the strength of Lexiconian’s memory at a young age. We know they can remember everything they read since Becky knows every word in the dictionary, but we don’t know how early they maintain a photographic memory. I believe that Bob may have told Becky the story about how they came to earth when she was old enough. From watching that scene, we can assume Becky only has memories of crawling onto a ship and falling asleep, then waking up to a startled pilot. Bob even has no clue how a child with no business being near a spaceship about to take off so he tells her what he only knows. Could it be Becky was never meant to be found by anyone else from Lexicon? Why so? Why hide from a planet of heroes? Here is where the conspiracy I formulated in my head starts. Let’s consider this question: What if Becky was only half Lexiconian?

We first need to look at Lexicon’s political structure. About everyone who has watched or watches the show must have thought at one point that Lexicon was a planet of heroes which is why Becky wanted to use her powers for good and become a superhero at an early age. What we may not realize is that the term hero could apply differently on Lexicon than on Earth. In the flashback of Wordgirl’s origin, Becky refers to Huggy as a famous air force pilot. He is even called Captain Huggy Face. Also in the special, “The Rise of Miss Power”, Huggy gives Wordgirl a book titled Super Advanced Secret Battle Moves of the Planet Lexicon in order to help her in the final battle against Miss Power. Now I don’t know about you, but this makes me think that Lexicon had some type of military control and the term hero on their planet was a military term. One of the statues of a Lexiconian in that special was wearing a Roman-style helmet, something a soldier in the Roman army would wear. I don’t know if Lexicon has a military government or just a government with a strong military influence. I don’t know what type of rule Lexicon has, but it definitely has a military of some sort. From the statues and painting we seen of Lexiconians, Wordgirl’s outfit is typical outer clothing for Lexicon. This also sparks an idea of a common uniform for Lexicons which would make sense if there is some type of military influence on the planet. This ties into my theory about Becky. Now from what I have learned about aliens from all the sci-fi themed shows and movies such as Doctor Who and Monsters Vs. Aliens, most aliens seem to view the human race as a lesser species compared to them. We can see that with how Miss Power acted toward the villains and the citizens. Even though she was not a Lexiconian, Miss Power still viewed everyone as lesser and as servants to herself. In my opinion with Kid Math, before Wordgirl set him straight, he seemed to view heroics as a game or something interesting that he could copy for himself. He was friendly, but he appeared to take what Becky was teaching him about being a normal kid as a learning experience at first. I don’t know if this also applied to Lexiconians, but I think that due to the implications of military themes shown in the series, there are some that might have had a purity complex. There could have been Lexiconians might have wanted only their species to be the “heroes” and keep that in their own bloodline. I don’t think every Lexiconian held that belief since in one episode we see Bob on a date with Bosco, but maybe some in higher social classes strongly believed in purity, or would never consider marrying a human. With the evidence of military themes, it is possible they have class structures on Lexicon. Now what if a high class Lexiconian, broke that purity thinking and mated with a human. Here is my theory on Becky’s Parentage.

A woman from Lexicon, someone with military training like huggy has and in a high position, was put in an arranged marriage with someone she did not love at all nor could ever love. This person, a military man, possibly with a higher rank than the woman and have strong familial ties on Lexicon, was a corrupt person. She tried everything she could to get out this arranged marriage, but even her family was pushing her to do it because of reasons such as tradition or importance of appearance or something that only concerns them and not the woman. The woman soon takes an exploration opportunity and uses it to get away from all the drama she is facing and for her own mental and emotional health. She soon lands on planet earth, specifically a place called Fair City, and explores around for a while. This woman soon spots a distracted human male about to cross onto a busy road. This woman already has a good nature and quickly pulls the man out of danger without anyone noticing her unusual super speed. The man, grateful, turns to thank the woman. According to how love works from the Hotel Transylvania movies, they immediately zinged. This man and woman get to know each other a little bit more over the time the women was allowed to stay away from Lexicon. She does not give every detail about herself (her alien background), but she feels free with this man who respects her emotions and loves her for her. They get more intimate over months and everything is going great. Then she feels ill one day and under the guise of going to a hospital, the woman goes back to her ship for a medical scan. To her surprise, she is pregnant with her boyfriend’s child. This is bad because her time on exploration is about to be up and if she returns any time later, they will find about about her hybrid offspring and her corrupt fiance may kill her and her child as “punishment” for finding true love. She doesn’t have the option to not come back because they can and will do anything to find her and this would put her lover in danger as well. With a heavy heart she soon leaves her lover and returns to Lexicon and marries her corrupt fiance. She does this to protect her lover and child. This woman soon gives birth to a daughter that has her human father’s eyes with her mother’s facial features, hair color and style. The top parted bangs is a possible mixture of her human father’s and Lexiconian mother’s hair style. Her husband soon becomes suspicious about his wife’s time away and “their” child. About a year later, her husband discovers the child’s human lineage and goes into a dark rage. This woman hurries and escapes the dome city she lived in and soon encounters Captain Huggy Face about to take off. She sees that her husband and his men are about to catch up with her. She puts down her child and urges her to walk towards the ship. In a last ditch effort to save her child, she sacrifices herself and holds back her husband and his men long enough so the ship takes off and there is nothing that can be done. The fate of the woman is unknown.

In regards to Becky’s human father, let’s go over some canonical evidence. It says on the Wordgirl wiki that Becky has light brown skin. I believe Becky might be biracial. She could possibly be an offspring of an African American Woman and a white ethnic man. I googled what biracial kids look like and Becky looks similar to a biracial child born of a African American parent and a white ethnic parent. (I don’t know the what proper term I should use for referring to White ethnicity and I do not want to offend anyone by accident.) (I am just basing my conspiracy theory on visual evidence and scientific fact.) For about everyone, except one person, on Wordgirl, they have black eyes. I have seen fanart of the characters with different eye colors. For Becky’s dad, while I agree he could have blue eyes, it is also possible for him to have brown eyes as well, the eye color Becky inherited. Another thing I noticed that Becky could have inherited from her human father is his personality. Let’s review Becky’s personality and behaviors. Becky does not enjoy her family singing on the road or doing about any family car activity on a constant loop. Though not often, Becky is able to use gadgets and seems to have an understanding of how each part should work in a machine. She was able to make sure the egg and apple slicer that was entered in the Young Inventor’s competition was able to still function as intended after pressing them together using her super strength. Another thing is that she gets irritated when the spotlight is taken off her every time she accomplishes something as Wordgirl such as with Tiny Big and Granny May when she was an undefeated bingo champion. Wordgirl/Becky also tends to get a bit sassy when she is irritated just like her dad. She also acts proud of herself and her accomplishments as Becky and Wordgirl which border on the line between humble and prideful. Like her dad she does get distracted and a little absentminded such as when she leaves Huggy behind after a crime or when she gets too focused on her interests such as Pretty Princess and boy crushes. There are times when Becky wants to accomplish something, either for her own desires or to just impress people, she will become inconsiderate of others. Examples include Becky interrupting Violet’s rehearsal for the Romeo and Juliet play and revealing Scoop’s personal tooth secret when she took over running the school’s paper for a day. Becky also sometimes feels she “needs to always be the winner”. It can be assumed that she copies that behavior from Tim Botsford who gets very competitive and upset when his family does not win. The thing is that Tim is almost immediately humbled afterwords when he puts into perspective that he did his best and is a winner in his family’s and his own eyes. Becky may also share that perspective sometimes, but she will still tend to fret over her mistakes until someone calms her down. As I said, Becky sometimes still needs to feel as the winner, more so in her battles as Wordgirl against villains. We have also seen Becky feel upset when people don’t like her work such as when Violet and Bob hid Becky’s horrible painting in the janitor’s closet when they were decorating the school gym for a dance while Becky was fighting evil as Wordgirl. Becky is also seen to be clever and tricky when she needs to such as in the episode “Bend It Like Becky” when she was trying to get Dr. Two Brains to agree with a soccer match that would determine which group was going to enjoy the field for the next 3 months.

One final thing before I finish is that throughout some episodes, we can see Becky similarly imitate her human dad’s facial features and body gestures when he is there. Now I leave off with this question. Do Becky’s personality and behaviors I mentioned remind you of any cheese loving, villain scientist? I will let you think about it.

#wordgirl #dr two brains #lexicon #i may have gotten carried away #i tend to over analyze #i like to cause drama

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crystalas · 3 years

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Blazing Blue part 2

Chapter 2: So, it’s not a play date?

Pigsy was closing up shop when MK stuck his head around the door sheepishly.

“There you are! I was getting worried, did things with Monkey King run late or something?” he asked gruffly as he put away the last of the cooking pots for the day.

“Well, no…but I got held up by something…hey do we have any leftover noodles?” MK asked trying his best to be nonchalant, Pigsy glanced at him and gestured to the fridge.

“I know how hungry you get after your training sessions” Pigsy exclaimed, and raised an eyebrow at MK who was smiling a bit too broadly and looking…twitchy which was never a good sign. “Ok what is it?” he sighed.

“Well… I have a someone who needs to crash somewhere for a while so I was hoping…just for tonight?” MK said ever so sweetly and Pigsy face palmed.

“Ok I really don’t want to ask but I feel I need to, who is it?”

“…Red Son?”

Pigsy stared at him, gave a growl of frustration before rubbing the bridge of his snout to try and elevate the stress headache he can already feel coming on.

“Kid…times like this I really wish this wasn’t based on a children’s cartoon, because what I really want to say to that is not allowed for a kid audience!”

“Oh, but this is a fanfic written by an adult, who really needs to get out more.” MK offered.

“It is? Oh good” Pigsy took a deep breath and then said as calmly as possible “Fuck no!”

“Com’on, he’s is in a bit of a rough spot and needs somewhere to stay! We’re even truce buddies!”

“I never agreed to that term!” Red Son called from outside, MK reached out the door and dragged him in.

“He’s a demon? He is the son of one of your enemies? He tried to turn you into ash countless times? Need I continue to list reason why this is a bad idea??!” Pigsy shouted angrily.

“Look, I know where I’m not wanted, I shall take my leave!” Red Son growled and began to walk back out when MK grabbed his sleeve. “This is pointless he’s isn’t going to let me stay!”

“Damn right I’m not!” Pigsy retorted.

“Last time I checked I own the apartment above the noodle shop so really…” MK said slyly and Pigsy put a hand in front of his face.

“I rent it to you, so don’t even give me that nonsense that you have a say!”

“UGH fine!” MK growled and lead Red Son out of the Noodle shop, only for him to drag him behind the alleyway and use his staff to leap up to his apartment window, gesturing for Red Son to follow.

“You’re seriously going behind your friend’s back for me?” Red Son asked as he leapt up and through the window. MK walked in and started to tidy up the apartment to a more acceptable level of messy as Red Son looked around, last time he was in here he had burnt a lot of stuff. MK must have had to replace many belongings… so why was he this willing to help him?

“Pigsy just needs time to get to know you” MK explained as he got out a spare blanket and laid it out on the sofa. “Umm…is this, okay? I mean I’ve only got the one bed…”

“I may be a demon but even I have good manners when it comes to being a guest” Red Son declared loftily, besides he thought to himself as he sat down, I’ve been sleeping on the floor of our destroyed home for the last few weeks. This is heaven compared to that.

“Don’t worry we’ll find you somewhere tomorrow” MK said as he took off his jacket to get ready for bed and noticed that Red Son had not moved. “Umm…wanna take off your coat and get comfortable?”

Red Son gripped his coat and glanced away.

“Kind of hard to get comfortable in the home of an enemy…” he muttered.

“Now none of that! Remember we are Truce Buddies, I’m not so underhanded that I’d attack you in your sleep” MK declared confidently.

He might though MK suddenly thought to himself as it dawned on him that this could go wrong very quickly.

“Look, do you demons have anything to …I don’t know swear by? Because I’ve just realised this might be a long con or something to lure me into a false sense of security.” MK asked, Red Son sighed and looked up at him.

“It took you this long to think of that scenario? Noodle Boy are you really that naïve?” he demanded angrily but stood up anyway, “Normally I would have sworn on my family name but…given certain circumstances that’s not an option. So, I’ll swear on my flame that I will not do anything to intentionally endanger you or your friends so long as you swear on The Monkey Staff that you do the same!” he held out his hand and a small fire ball appeared and held out the other to shake with, MK took out his staff and took Red Son’s hand and shook it in agreement.

“Right, we are officially Truce Buddies!” MK beamed happily.

“I didn’t agree to that name!” Red Son snapped.

The next morning Tang walked in to grab his noodles for lunch, Pigsy was dicing up the vegetables to make the first batch for the day but had a fire extinguisher strapped to his back …and Red Son was sitting at a table looking grumpier than usual and also that he looked like he had fought a car wash and lost.

“Ok I feel like I missed something?” Tang declared.

“MK thought it would be a brilliant idea to sneak Demon Boy in for a sleep over, but didn’t take into consideration that fire alarms exist!” Pigsy exclaimed angrily “Now MK is on kitchen clean up duty for eternity for going behind my back and NEARLY SETTING FIRE TO MY BUILDING!!”

“In my defence” Red Son announced “I only sneezed.”

“I ain’t taking any chances Demon boy! You try anything and I’mma hosing you down!”

Tang sat down keeping Red Son in his peripherals and saw MK mopping the floor with an embarrassed look of defeat on his face.

“So, just to acknowledge the elephant in the room…why is Red Son here?” he asked gently.

“Because MK wanted a pet!”

“RED SON IS NO ONE’S PET!” Red Son shouted flaring up as he did so and got a face full of extinguisher foam in his face for his troubles. “WILL YOU STOP THAT??!”

“Okay…and the real reason MK?” Tang inquired as MK came out to mop up the foam for the third time that morning.

“We kind of have a Truce going on.” He said simply.

“That seems…fair I guess?”

“Yeah, well he can go home now cos I don’t want him here disturbing my business!” Pigsy growled and Red Son suddenly hunched over and glared at the wall angrily.

“If this is how you treat your patrons then maybe I’m not the problem!” he growled under this breath. Pigsy gave him a look and then turned back to his stove, he tried to turn it on but…nothing. He tried again and again for a few minutes but still nothing happened.

“Com’on! Com’on you piece of junk!” Pigsy muttered under his breath.

“I keep telling you need a new stove” Tang exclaimed.

“Last time I checked they don’t give them out for free! The freaking lighters are dead I’ll have to…” Pigsy said but stopped as a small fire ball flit past both of them and lit the stove top. They both spun around to see Red Son putting his hand down.

“Uhm…thanks?”

“Don’t read too much into it, I’m just hungry” he said quietly.

Pigsy shrugged and got to work and soon he brought out two bowls of noodle soup and placed one of them gingerly near Red Son, who took it and ate it quietly. After a few minutes Pigsy looked up to see Red Son smiling softly.

“What are you so happy about?” he demanded gruffly.

“Family recipe?” Red Son asked.

“Handed down through the generations. Why?” Pigsy replied cautiously.

“They remind me of this noodle stand I used to go to a lot when I was a child, it was my favourite place to eat back then. I suppose the taste makes me nostalgic” Red Son explained, Pigsy looked at him warily and then back at his photo wall.

“Pull the other one kid, my family started this business on a noodle stand but that belong to my great, great grandfather. You’re not even old enough to be around when this shop opened!”

“I’m a lot older than I look, don’t forget demons count their lifespans in decades not years…in fact if I remember correctly back then photographs were only just becoming a thing and I was there when they took the photo. The guy looked proud as anything of his little noodle stall”

Pigsy spun around and scanned his photo wall, and sure enough there was the photo that was handed down along with the recipes. It was tattered and faded over the years but it still showed the look of absolute pride that Noodle chief had of his livelihood not knowing of what a family business he was about to create. And in the background was a kid with flaming spikey hair sitting at the stall while holding a bowl.

“Wait…that’s you?!”

“Why would I lie about that?”

“And the flavour just as good as Great, Great Grand pappy’s?”

“Even better I’d say”

Tang slammed down his bowl and ran up to Red Son.

“WAIT A SECOND!” He cried in ecstatic glee “You’re immortal??!”

“No…demons can age and die we just live longer. Think of it as reverse dog years” Red Son said a bit put off by this sudden attention of the quiet book worm.

“Then you’ve must have seen a lot in your time!” Tang squealed “I bet you’ve even met some of the other legends throughout the ages!”

Red Son gave a cocky smile and gestured confidently.

“Why yes, I have, though I’ve never spoke to them I have seen many historical figures come and go not to mention the rise and fall of emperors and kings, to be honest it gets a bit boring after a while!” he declared smugly, now enjoying the fact that Tang was practically frothing at the mouth at the idea of questioning a being that probably lived through most of his text books.

“Have you met any of the sages…I mean besides Monkey King?” Tang asked eagerly Red Son’s cocky smile evaporated for a second and his hand wandered up to his neck before shrugging.

“I guess so, but I was very little when that happened…” he said dismissively.

“What were they like?” Tang kept on.

“… …scary” Red Son whispered. “I remember them being very scary.”

“Pardon? I didn’t quite catch that?”

“They were pompous jerks who picked on a little kid, whose only crime was being born okay??” he snapped angrily and stood up. MK who had been watching this from the kitchen walked up quickly to the angry demon before Pigsy had to get the fire extinguisher again.

“Ok maybe we should talk to Sandy about that problem now hey? Pigsy? can I take off now?” the three looked up at Pigsy who was still standing there with a look of blissful glee.

“Good as Great, Great Grand pappy’s” he sighed happily before snapping out of it. “Uh yeah sure seeing as Demon boy didn’t burn down my shop and helped out a little, I guess I can be lenient…but don’t try anything like this again got it??!”

MK saluted and Red Son wiped off the last of the foam from his hair as they left.

“So now what?” Red Son asked.

“We see if Sandy has a spare bed for you…hey were you serious about Pigsy’s family stall thing?”

“Like I said I had no need to lie about it.”

“And you’re seriously like…really, really old?”

“I’m still a child compared to others of my kind but yes”

“Why do you look human?”

“What’s with all the questions?”

“It’s just, except for your mom and you every other demon I met looked…I don’t know weird.”

“And seriously how often do we get to question a person like you? It’s like interviewing a keshin!” Tang interjected as he walked in between them causing both boys to leap out of their skins and glare at him.

“You will have to excuse me if I don’t want to expose all my family secrets in one sitting with the people who are considered my enemies!” Red Son growled; MK opened his mouth but before he could say anything Red Son held up a hand to him. “Yes, yes ‘Truce Buddies’ I know but just because I am on that agreement doesn’t mean my family is!”

“So, let’s hope we don’t run into Demon Bull King huh?” Tang declared. “Because that would be super awkward for all parties, wouldn’t it?”

“Trust me I doubt my father even notices…and wasn’t the whole point of this ‘Truce Buddies’ thing was to FORGET about my family and your mentor, to just enjoy the day, have fun or whatever happy go lucky idea you suggested?!” Red Son exclaimed angrily “Quizzing me on my family history seems to be a bit off the mark wouldn’t you say?”

“Oh right, right” MK mumbled and rubbed the back of his head.

“Wait…you two agreed to a play date?” Tang asked.

“ITS NOT A PLAY DATE!” both boys screamed in horror.

As they headed to Sandy’s ship MK was on his phone texting Mai.

“Okay so Mai knows what’s going on and she’s going to meet us at Sandy’s. Also, she’s bringing snacks and her favourite video games so she can … ‘Show red boy how to have a good time, hero style’…” he said as he read the text out. Red Son gave a weary sigh remembering that massive hero speech she had given him while they were getting the peach of immortality. Then to hint at his father with all the subtly of a cannon launched brick through a glass window that he had done “Good hero work” …it took him forever to get over that humiliation.

As he contemplated the fact, he now has to endure her company and she probably will take this “Truce Buddies” agreement as a sign that he is going to become a hero and won’t shut up about it, his train of thought was destroyed as something smacked him on the back sending him stumbling and nearly hitting the pavement.

“HEY!” he shouted looked back, fire ball in hand ready to roast whoever responsible. “HOW DARE YOU TRY TO TRIP UP RED SON??!” but no one was there to enact his rage on.

“You okay Red?” Tang asked.

“…fine I’m fine…must have tripped or something…” he growled. As they walked on, they didn’t see the shadows following them purple eyes grinning in the darkness.

“This got a lot more fun…” Macaque sniggered.

#spicynoodleshipping #red son #monkie kid red son #monkie kid macaque

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kicksaddictny · 3 years

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Kicksaddict Sneakerhead PROFILES Interview Series: @CakedaGawd

After a long Hiatus, we’ve returned! Our popular Profile series has been requested almost on a daily basis (Thanks for the tweets, dms and emails). We were even threatened! (Thanks by the way).

Cake The Gawd! This one was so much fun. Tap in.

Where are you from? Brooklyn, NY born in Crown Heights raised in East Flatbush.

How long have you been collecting sneakers? I was introduced to sneakers in 1991 but I started collecting for myself in 98.

What’s your favorite sneaker and why? Air Jordan 6 Infrared. It's the shoe Michael was wearing when he won his first championship, and to me just it’s just the most beautiful Jordan shoe to date! The silhouette is unmatched, it is timeless, and no matter how many times it is retroed I will buy it!

Besides your hometown, what is the best city for sneakerheads that you know of? Why? I would say LA 100% !! It is a vibe out there. I am part of a sneaker group and 75% of the people in there are from LA. They really about the culture they know their shit and they are fresh as fuck too.

Do you collect just for collecting or do you collect and rock? I collect and rock. That is why I double up on certain shoes.. Some kicks you gotta have for store and show but some you just have to rock them!

What sneaker got you into the sneaker game? I cannot pinpoint one thing, it is so many things. It was Music, my parents introducing me to Nike, my older cousin, basketball, the dope boys around the way, and my 3rd grade crush and her cousin who both had Aqua 8's. (LOL) I cannot just say 1 thing because they all had a significant part in it.

What are your thoughts on these fake celebrity sneakerheads? I hate them all! All of these dudes just get perks, some of them do not even know the shoes. That shit really gets under my skin. Showing off shoes that they get and not even knowing the name or numbers of the shoes, creating their own names. Shit is sickening. S/O to the Sneaker Gawd Wale !

How do you feel about the Off white collabs? I liked the first round of the collabs. With the Presto's, Air maxes, Blazers, and Jordan 1's. I think after that it should've been left alone. But I can respect what they are doing over there. I just won my first pair of Off-White's with the Lot 50 joint.

If you could wear only one sneaker for the rest of your life, what would it be? Air Jordan 3 Black Cement. Yes 6's are my favorite of all time but the Black Cement 3's just go with EVERYTHING!

What advice would you give as far as storing and preservation of your sneakers? Wear your kicks man. I store and rock! I get it, wanting to save shoes but putting them away and never rocking them, when you finally do ya it’s separating and crumbling. In order for your kicks to last they gotta be worn anyway. Unless you're truly just on some collecting only for show vibes.

What is the most you’ve ever spent on a pair of sneakers? $900... I was able to land Black and Red and Royal 1's from 2001 together. A friend of mine had them and said he couldn't think of anyone else. I had literally just started my new job. A chunk of my first check went to that pick up.

Have you ever waited in line for a pair of kicks? I waited in line once in my life for shoes and swore I would never do it again. It was for the 2001 True Blue 3's. I waited online at like 7 in the morning at Kings Plaza. LMAO I said this will never happen again. I didn't have the patience for it. I do not know how ppl used to do that shit or camp for kicks. I was there for 1 hour and I was like this is ridiculous.

You're also a photographer, how long have you been taking photos? I have been taking photos since 2011 but officially became a photographer in 2013.

How do sneakers play a role in your photography? That is a great question because I didn't want the 2 to mix at all. Because I'm a scenery and landscape photographer. But I got into photography because of sneakers. No offense to anyone but a bunch of these "influencers" get on IG with their DSLR cameras, take some on foot shots and call themselves "Photographers". 90% of them do not even understand lighting. I didn't wanna be one of those guys because I actually live this and study it. But recently I just started letting it be that and owning it. I am nice with this photography shit when it comes to sneakers. I have a deep connection with shoes and I love incorporating that into my art. I thank my wife for that. I told her I don't wanna be just another sneaker photographer and she said to me who said you have to be ?! I took that and ran with it. Off-White just recently featured some of my pictures on their Instagram.

I remember you saying you're a sneaker enthusiast, what is the difference between that and a sneakerhead? An enthusiast really studies sneakers. Sneakerheads just love sneakers like it ain't really about the history and all that for them. They just love shoes because it is cool and makes them feel good. Us Enthusiasts are invested. Things matter like knowing years of a shoe. For example, an enthusiast would look at a pair of Jordan's like Taxi 12's, We know Michael wore those in the 1996 - 97 season, but we also know that Martin gave away a pair on his show for the Christmas episode to the kid who had holes in shoes. They are tied to iconic moments. A sneakerhead may love Bordeaux 7's because they are dope looking shoes. Where for me it's that Michael Jordan wore those in a video with Michael Jackson and Kris Kross in the 92 Jam video. MJ and MJ in a video with Kris Kross, do you know what that did to my childhood?! Give you one more example that is not even Michael Jordan related. Piggy backing off of Kris Kross,The Patrick Ewing’s were one of my favorite kicks growing up besides seeing Pat play in them one of my favorite Hip Hop covers of all time is "Totally Krossed Out" and Kris Kross is wearing both colorways. So you see what I mean there is so much tied to it with being an enthusiast. This is just my opinion though some may not agree so don't shoot me! (Ha)

From the time you started collecting up until now, would you say that the sneaker game changed for the best or the worst? I have been collecting for 20 plus years now. I have seen the game at it's best, I have seen it die, I have seen it revive, and now I am witnessing the death of it again. The sneaker game is disgusting right now, and I honestly do not think it will ever recover. It really saddens me. It is a popularity and money contest right now.

Does pricing affect your collection? Hell No! And I hate that some people are trying to make this the norm. IDGAF if you paid $500 - $2000 for a pair, It doesn't mean shit. The narrative is getting outta hand.

What does the word “Hypebeast” mean to you? Hypebeast is a person that only buys shit for status and popularity. They cannot form their own opinion about shit. They have to wear and cop items based on what every celeb is wearing or whatever these Social Media "Influencers" are saying is hot! It is not only sneaker related either. N*ggaz were hypebeasting for PS5 last year..

What are your thoughts on the females in the sneaker game? They are the best! I wish we had a Sneaker union and it was only run by females! The men in this game are annoying and so over the top. It is so bad that they feel the need to compete with women. The men get shoes just to show off to one another. Like what type of shit is that? The females are cool. I had a dude on twitter tell me women don't know the value of a shoe let alone about the shoe. The men feel like they always gotta try to shit on the women. The women are just trying to be part of the culture and enjoy it. And they shouldn't have to try to be part of something that is open to anyone who is willing to be invested and understand the culture.

Any advice for a young kid coming up in the sneaker game? Wear what you like! Respect the game and the people who have been doing it before you. Because this new generation of sneakerheads are little entitled dicks. No respect whatsoever!! I don't care about Travis Scott shoes. Without Jordan being who he is Travis wouldn't have a Jordan silhouette to collaborate with! Same with Off-White. These silhouettes were here before these guys. Say know your history and pay homage!! BUT STAY humble.

See I follow you and I'm loving the way you include your daughter in your work, what does that mean to you? Man, it is beautiful!!!! Without even trying she is invested in the culture. Both photography and shoes. Myself and my wife are both heavy into photography, art, music, sneakers, and clothes. My daughter is into all the same things but we are letting it be her own experience. We are not forcing anything on her. We want her to enjoy being a child and whatever things she picks up from us along the way is just a bonus. But I love shooting her, and I love when she asks myself and her mother "do we like her fit". It is truly a blessing man!

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olivish · 3 years

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Melanie isn’t keen to talk about Alexander yet, but I am.

OCs can be a little tricky. They’re entirely self-indulgent creations, it’s hard for others in the fandom to connect, so I appreciate anyone who sticks with me.

From my perspective, Alexander is too important a character to leave unexplored/ without any background. So, here’s my attempt to explain in greater detail who he was - this shy, joyful, adventurous guy who risked his life to save other people, even when he had everything in the world to live for. (Sounds like someone else we know…)

So here are five facts about Alexandra’s father, down below the fold:

1. Alexander was born in Istanbul to Armenian parents. His father was a concert pianist and his mother was a translator. Alexander grew up fluent in Armenian, Turkish and English.

2. He was a shy and sensitive child, talented musically like his father, but he hated to perform. Later, he took up photography as a way to cope with his social anxiety. First, the camera was a shield. Then, it was a window.

He soon discovered, people wanted to be known and understood. All he had to do was have the ears to listen. His gentle manner made him easy to talk to, and his natural curiosity led him to the right questions.

By the time he was old enough to leave home, being a photographer and a journalist didn’t feel like a career choice, but rather a natural extension of his character. He followed his passion around the world and back again, restless, but happy to be restless.

He trusted his intuition to take him to the places he was supposed to be.

3. He was raised Roman Catholic, but he wasn’t religious. At least, not in the common definition of the term. Alexander was agnostic - whether or not God existed was not an interesting question to him, but he was fascinated by religious traditions and rituals. He attended every festival he could, explored temples and mosques and synagogues, attended every ceremony he was ever invited to (and he was invited to alot of stuff).

He carried talismans with him, not in a superstitious way, but as tokens of his travels.

4. Alexander loved food. The weirder, the better! “Eat first, ask questions later,” was his motto. “If you ask questions first, you might chicken out. I mean literally, you’ll be eating chicken all the time, and that’s no fun at all.”

Melanie squirmed when he told her stories of eating fire ants in India and grasshoppers in Thailand. “In Lagos, they farm rats,” he said. “They cook them in a sauce with chilis.”

“You ate rats?”

“Sure. They were good. You’d like rat meat.”

“I’ll stick with my pancakes, thank you very much.”

“Come on. You’re a scientist. Experiment!”

Melanie shook her head. Nope. Nope. Nope. Never in a million years...

5. Alexander never expected to get married or have children. Like Melanie, Alex was an independent person who loved his career and never desired to be in the same place for very long. Because of this, he assumed his relationships would always be short-lived encounters. And he was okay with that, until he met Melanie.

“It must be written in the stars,” he said one morning. “I fell in love with a woman who wants to live on a train.”

He said it so casually. Fell in love. Melanie beamed with joy.

"I can’t wait for you to see it,” she replied. She wove her fingers through his, pulled out, and slid them together again. “There’s a roundabout in the Himalayas, near the valley of Kashmir. The view at the crest will take your breath away.”

“You’d be okay with me visiting?” he asked. It wasn’t the getting on part he was needing permission for. It was the getting off part. “There’s alot of solid ground I still haven’t seen.”

"That’s the beauty of it. I’ll always come around again.”

He smiled. She smiled. Just like that, they seemed to have a plan for the rest of their lives. Alexander could hardly believe what was happening. He was a guy who didn’t like like to think ahead more than a few weeks, and now he was mapping out his entire future, with a woman he barely knew.

Except, he did know her. Deeply and completely. He couldn’t explain it, but he already knew Melanie in every way that mattered. Maybe, from a past life? He never believed in that before, but now...

Melanie’s thumb traced circles in his palm. “We need to go,” she said. “There’s time. Your flight isn’t until this afternoon.” “But you were going to show me the old quarter. The Cathedral of St. James?”

“Boring,” he said, rolling on top of her. “Supremely boring. They make you stand apart. Wear clothes. It’s not for us.”

“Come on,” she laughed. “You were so excited for me to see it.”

“And now...” He kissed her lips, and then her jaw, and then her neck. “I’m excited for other things.”

As his kisses moved lower, Melanie wrestled with the dilemma. She hated not following through with a plan. But on the other hand... she bit her lip.

She was only human, after all.

Many years later, Melanie would remember that morning and consider how things might have been different if she’d insisted they get out of bed. Would Alexander still be alive? Would they have made a life together? Would Alexandra have come along when she did, and how might she have been different, with her father in her life?

Impossible questions. And yet, Melanie was certain of the answers. She’d have married him, no question. They’d have had Alex, the same girl with a different name, and they’d have been happy. And when the Freeze came, she wouldn’t have had to do it alone. Alexander would have been there, keeping their daughter safe. He’d have sensed Joseph’s darkness. He’d have warned her, and she’d have listened. They’d have figured it out, together, and maybe, everything could have been different on Snowpiercer.

1001 cars long.

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Notes:

-Alex having Armenian parents is a nod to Rowan’s mixed heritage, some of which is Armenian. She’s got such a beautiful Mediterranean look, I knew I wanted her father to be from the area.

-Alexander is partially inspired by the remarkable Ami Vitale. Among other accolades, Ami’s photo of the world’s last male northern white rhino was voted ‘photo of the decade’ by NatGeo readers. <3

#snowpiercer #fanfiction #Alexander (SP)

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mistergrass · 3 years

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Zodiac Mom Headcanons: Momiji’s Mom

Slowly but surely I am making my way through these mom posts. This time let’s talk about someone whose worst moments as a mother were put on blast for the audience to see.

Rat & Snake Mom | Ox Mom | Tiger Mom | Rabbit Mom | Dragon Mom

Momiji’s mother is an only child born in Berlin.

Her father, a handsome and charismatic man, is a renowned photographer. Her mother, beautiful and alluring, is a dancer. They’re drawn to each other immediately when they meet on a photoshoot that features her mother’s dance troupe.

Their romance is as short-lived as it is passionate, and the affair comes to an abrupt end when her mother becomes pregnant.

The responsibility of a child falls almost completely on her mother’s shoulders, essentially ending her dance career (something she had left her family to pursue), and the beginnings of a cruel resentment begin to take form.

Her father has the spirit of an artist -- not wanting to be tied down to one woman, and not very suited for a traditional family lifestyle. That being said, he doesn’t abandon mother and child completely.

As Momiji’s mother grows up, her father will pop in and out of her life as he pleases. She thinks her mother can be too strict, too mean, and becomes a difficult child to handle as a result. But when her father comes to visit, she is over the moon and perfectly behaved. He’ll take her to museums, show her the photographs hanging in his studio, give her a stepping stool so she can help in his dark room, and (unlike her mother) will never ever scream at her even when clumsy, childish hands accidentally spill things or knock things over.

Her father never sticks around for very long, and as wonderful as it is to see him, it hurts tenfold when he leaves. And so, she grows up with her mother’s snappish impatience, and her father’s casual and conditional affection.

Going into her teenage years, Momiji’s mom begins to come into her own as an artist -- admiring and following the path of her father. She loves painting and ceramics, but she begins to grow into an undeniable beauty and it’s not long that she’s discovered as a model.

Her mother does not approve of this choice. For her, it’s bad enough that she has to watch her daughter openly prefer her father’s company to her own (despite everything she’s given up to raise her, while he can barely spare to send a postcard on their daughter’s birthday), but now her daughter is adding insult to injury by pursuing her father’s lifestyle. A lifestyle her mother was forced to give up to have a child.

It also doesn’t help that Momiji’s mom finds almost instant success as a model.

Where her mother was simply impatient before, now she becomes cruel.

She begins to undermine her daughter’s beauty, nitpicking at every little thing about her appearance. Momiji’s mother is now being constantly told that her photos are drab, ugly, unprofessional. That her beauty is fleeting, that the world around her will discover one day how little talent she has, and that her artistic abilities are worthless and boring. All this while she’s still only a teenager.

Momiji’s mom acts out in different ways, but mostly by taking on more modeling work (that exhausts her) and bringing home boyfriends her mother would never approve of (for good reason).

Her first serious boyfriend is a man six years her senior who is possessive and jealous, and rips to shreds the last bits of self-esteem she had left.

By the end of their four year relationship, Momiji’s mother has come to believe that something inside her is deeply, truly ugly. She has an overflowing anxiety that others will see her for what she truly is. Something that is wholly incompatible with her inability to be alone -- whether romantically, or via the need to surround herself constantly with people.

It’s at this time, at 20 years old and in her second year of university, that she meets Momiji’s father at a campus mixer.

At first, she’s intimidated by him (thought that doesn’t stop her from making conversation). She finds he’s not just studying abroad here, but attends the university full-time. He’s fluent in Japanese, German, and English, and seems so much smarter than she believes herself to be. In addition, he has a cold, distant demeanor to him that makes him seem unattainable.

Momiji’s father on the other hand, is taken immediately by this woman. He’s awkward and nervous in large social gatherings, but has been told from an early age never to outwardly show his discomfort. But she talks so passionately, so freely, that he can’t help but be drawn to her. When he fumbles over his words at the end of the night to ask her out for dinner, she realizes that she’d mistaken his shyness for apathy, and it immediately enamors him to her.

After two dates, they become inseparable.

She’s taken in by his kindness and gentility. He listens to her as if everything she says matters. He isn’t at all like the arrogant personalities she’s dated in the past, and if anything has an aversion to talking about himself. He never once makes her feel stupid, puts her down, or makes her feel worthless.

She’s prone to terrible mood swings and bouts of manic self-loathing that will leave her a sobbing mess. But where this has driven away boyfriends in the past, it only serves to make him more devoted to her. He holds her in his arms, and never once gets upset with her for being so much to handle.

Momiji’s father is an only child from a high-ranking Sohma family, and has had the entirety of his life mapped out for him since birth. He works to inherit his father’s business, and to maintain their standing in the family. Insurmountable pressure had been put on his shoulders from a young age, one that isolated him from making true friends in favor of focusing solely on his studies. He was never allowed to be overwhelmed, to not be good enough, nor to be disobedient.

But Momiji’s mother is like a walking piece of art -- chaotic and beautiful. He finds her endlessly interesting. He’s never met anyone who talks so openly about the things they love, the things they hate, or their own fears and insecurities. He likes feeling as though he can take care of her. He likes being someone reliable for her. And, eventually, he finds her to be the only person in the world that he can be vulnerable with. He has only ever cried in front of her.

For the last two years of college they spend all their free time together. He uses his cushy Sohma allowance to take them on trips and long weekends around Europe. And when the time comes for him to return to Japan after graduation, he can’t picture even a moment of his future without her.

He proposes, she says yes, and she agrees to leave her life in Berlin behind to move to Japan.

It’s a difficult transition. Though she had started learning Japanese when they first started dating, she’s far from fluent. It makes forming friendships and new connections within the Sohma family all the harder.

It’s also clear that her mother-in-law does not take too much of a liking to her. Momiji’s father bends over backwards making sure that their new home has space for her to continue her artistic pursuits, which comes off as frivolous to her new family. She also has limited housekeeping skills which reflects poorly on her ability to be a proper wife.

It’s an isolating experience, especially with her husband working long, late hours nearly every night. The loneliness begins to eat at her, resurfacing the shattered self-esteem that her new husband had spent the past two years healing. She seriously considers moving back to Germany on more than one occasion, but then she gets pregnant.

She’s not ready for a child. It’s too soon, and the thought of taking care of a whole other person is terrifying when she can barely stand to get out of bed most days now. But her husband assures her this will be a good thing, that maybe it will help the aching loneliness she feels.

Before she has a chance to get excited, they’re summoned by a young Akito.

Momiji’s mother doesn’t really process what she’s being told. Her husband has to translate what the little six year old is saying to her, and when he does his face is pinched and anxious.

A curse, he says. Her child is cursed. Somehow it makes sense, what with everything that dwells inside herself, but it’s hard for her to grasp this whole thing beyond that.

The pregnancy is a difficult one, filled with complications and scares that leaves her health completely depleted. When Momiji is born two months premature, her nerves are completely frayed.

True understanding of her child’s situation doesn’t really hit her until she holds a small rabbit in her arms, swaddled like a baby.

She vomits when it first happens. The transformation leaves her completely shaken, and she can’t understand why no one else around her seems to find this as horrific as it obviously is.

She does her best for the first few years. Honestly, she does. But the child makes her nervous. The supernatural nature of it all terrifies her, and she shakes every time she tries to hold her child and finds a little rabbit there instead.

As he grows older, she finds herself snapping at him over the smallest things, just as her mother did to her. A guilt builds inside her steadily that somehow she is at fault for this, that her hidden, disgusting nature warped and mutated their child. The thought of it puts her in hysterics at times, and she finds she can never relax in her own home.

Her husband urges her to keep herself together. There’s a desperation in his voice when he talks to her now. He reminds her, again and again, that above everything else Momiji is their child. Theirs, and no one else’s. He is their son that they have created, and he is still a symbol of the love they have for each other. Once she adjusts to the situation, she’ll learn to love him the way he knows she can. She just needs more time.

During this period, other zodiac mothers make an attempt to reach out, and her Japanese is finally at a level that she can have pleasant conversation with them. Haru and Yuki’s mothers invite her to lunch often enough. Shigure’s mother is also very hospitable. She also takes a real liking to Kureno’s mother, though the woman is clearly disliked by many of the other women in the family.

It helps, but it’s still difficult to talk to these women about her issues with the curse and with her son. Their eyes are judgmental, and she worries if she falls apart in front of them it would not be met with the same warmth as her husband (though he’s hardly ever around anymore).

Stress and guilt and shame and fear slowly build inside her for the next four years. Then, one day, she sits down to paint and realizes she can’t. She’s too locked up -- the reality of her situation has become too overwhelming, and she can’t even release it through her art.

She finally decides to tell someone about what’s going on. Her husband had been very clear with her that this curse is to remain completely secret, but it’s not as if she wants to do a news interview. All she wants is to talk to her mom.

Her mother is still the same harsh, critical woman she’s always been, but they’ve grown closer in the past few years. Becoming a mother herself has made her appreciate her own mother more, and the distance has softened both of them to each other considerably.

She tells her mother the whole story, with her listening surprisingly sympathetically throughout. By the end of the conversation, Momiji’s mother feels more comforted and loved by her mother than she has in years.

It’s Momiji’s father that gets the call from his livid mother-in-law demanding to know what’s happened to her daughter, and if he’s doing anything about the fact that she’s having a complete nervous breakdown that features wild delusions regarding their child.

Momiji’s father comes home that night, and for the first time he becomes truly angry at her. He scolds her for telling her mother anything about their situation, which only serves to make her just as angry since she was only seeking a bit of support.

But it all gets much much worse when he says how lucky they are that her mother thought she was deranged.

The whole world drops from below her feet when he admits that he let her mother continue to think that she was clinically insane. The man who had always defended her, understood her, cared for her -- the man she had left everything for -- had created a lie so egregious and spouted it back to her own mother.

She demands to know why he would do such a thing, and when he sputters out his thoughtless obedience to this strange family -- the one with the child treated like a king, and with all these dark secrets. After so long of telling her that she was his light when his family treated him like nothing, after telling her that she was his most important family now -- it’s a betrayal that she’d never expected from the man she loves.

The reality of her isolation comes down all at once. There is no one left she can talk to, there is no place she can go, and this child now represents something completely foreign to her. The only thing that was keeping her together was her husband’s assurances that the child was completely theirs -- but it’s not. This child belongs to the Sohmas, to some curse that her body housed and nurtured. The disgust that’s been building inside her body breaks like a dam and completely washes over Momiji.

She becomes inconsolable. She refuses to look at her son, and her husband becomes subject to fits of rage and anguish. He feels as though he’s completely lost her, and with the love of his life so indisposed, he feels just as alone.

Momiji’s father is the one who tells her about the option to wipe her memory. Not just in hopes of reeling back her sanity, but because he wants her to forget the lie he told. If she forgets that, maybe their marriage can go back to how it was. If she forgets that deep cut of betrayal, maybe she won’t look at him like he’s some misshapen stranger.

She agrees as quickly as she had when he proposed. Together they decide that forgetting Momiji will ultimately be for the best.

At first when she recovers, things seem to return back to normal. But there’s always a piece missing as the years go on. There’s always something not quite right. Momiji’s father is paranoid and nervous -- the presence of his wife is no longer a comfort, but a stressor. And sometimes, for the briefest moment, he’ll catch her staring at him. Her eyes far off and distant, like she’s completely lost in thought, and the expression that rests on her face will be one of fear. When she comes back to herself, it’s as if she hadn’t even noticed.

The zodiac mothers are told not to speak to her after her memory is erased, which suits most of them just fine (Haru’s mother took particular offense to the decision). Below is the relationship chart for pre-memory wipe:

Friends with: Kureno’s mom, Haru’s mom, Shigure’s mom, Ritsu’s mom

Doesn’t like: Yuki’s mom, Hatori’s mom

#Fruits Basket #Fruits Basket Headcanons #Zodiac Mom Headcanons #Momiji's mom #Momiji Sohma #at least I wrote something for this fandom again #been thinking about this woman a lot this week #she took as long as she did cause we have some much info on her though #I do my best work when I'm given bare scraps lmao

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piershoesz · 4 years

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SWSH Boys as Dads HCs (+Guzma)

So I know a lot of people rlly like these group HCs, and it’s been a while since I made my last one, so I decided to whip this up!

SWSH Boys Included: Hop, Bede, Milo, Gordie, Piers, Raihan, and Leon (Plus Guzma from Pokemon Sun and Moon)

𝗛𝗼𝗽

- Always worried if he’s doing a good job of parenting or not, and is always striving to improve, which you find nice. - Was very serious about becoming a father, and always does a very good job of raising up your child and helping them become who they want. - Wants to raise your child to be whoever they want to be when they grow up. Breeder, Trainer, Nurse, doesn’t matter to him as - he likes to and has always liked telling your child fantastical stories in hopes some day they’ll be inspired by them and set off on a journey of their own!

𝗕𝗲𝗱𝗲

- Will do anything for you and your child, you both mean the entire world to him and if anything happened to either of you, he’d feel as if it were his fault.

- Always teaching you child new things, showing them how to properly care for and interact with Pokemon, and teaching them how to catch their own Pokemon.

- Your child’s first Pokemon was a Hatenna Bede helped them catch. And since that day it has stuck by your child’s side and never let it’s eye off of them. It calmed Bede a lot knowing your child had a companion now.

- He’s just so loving and supportive. Always clearing time for you and your child. Although he can get very overprotective, so watch out!

𝗠𝗶𝗹𝗼

- gentlest father ever. So loving and wholesome. And smothers your child with so much affection. Sometimes it can be sickening to them, but at the end of the day they know Milo just loves them so much.

- Will do anything and everything for you and your child, he loves you both so much and would go to the ends of the earth just to make you too happy.

- Like Raihan, hopes your child will want to take over as Turffield gym leader, but is very open to whatever your child wants, as their happiness always comes first!

- He’s super strong, so he used to and still does sometimes carry your child around the farm, and they’ll help care for the wooloo along with him.

𝗚𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗶𝗲

- Always stressing over whether or not he’s doing a good job as a parent as well, Melony often has to help calm him down.

- Because he still has work to do at the gym, Melony always comes over and helps babysit, helping you a lot. However, Gordie will always make time for family!

- Wants your child to be Circhester’s next gym leader, and enforces his wishes a bit more than both Raihan and Milo do, but still wants your child to focus on other careers too just in case they refuse.

- Will often bring your child to the gym to help them train and get better with taking care of and getting accustomed to Pokemon.

𝗣𝗶𝗲𝗿𝘀

- He’s very quick on his feet when it comes to your child and their needs. He grew up caring for Marnie, so he was used to it all when your child was born.

- Of course, he’s super loving and enjoys time spent with you and your child. So much so that like Raihan, he has photographed and written down about milestones and achievements your child accomplishes and reaches.

- When your child was younger, they enjoyed playing with his hair, and sometimes they’d tug on it and make him yelp, which made you laugh.

- Like everyone else, super supportive and encourages your child to do whatever their heart wants to do!

𝗥𝗮𝗶𝗵𝗮𝗻

- Although he heavily encourages your child to someday take over as Hammerlocke gym leader in place of him, he’s still very respectful of whoever your child wants to grow up and be.

- Raihan’s super tall, so he’s been carrying your child on his back since they were a toddler. Even now, he can still lift your child with ease and stroll around with them on his back. It leaves your child very flustered yet smiling.

- He keeps a photo album on his Rotom phone of all the important milestones and achievements of your child, just so he can look over them all in the future with you.

- Practically smothers your child in hugs and tickles, and his favorite activity is to build pillow forts with you and your child, then later snuggle up in them together along with your Pokemon!

𝗟𝗲𝗼𝗻

- The very overprotective and loving dad. He can sometimes be a bit embarrassing, but you and your child both love him so much and would never leave his side.

- When your child was younger, he’d wrap them up in his cape and carry them around the house.

- Your child loved, and still loves to play with his hair. They used to be able to crawl into it when they were little even, and you used to take so many photos!

- Will never stop your child from doing anything unless it could possibly end in them getting hurt, he knows they need their freedom and thus will give your child all the space they need in order to become who they want.

𝗚𝘂𝘇𝗺𝗮

- He struggled a bit when it came to being a father at first, but you just knew he was trying his best. He never wanted to be like his own father, and instead wanted to be like the one he always dreamed of having.

- While he was never good at teaching your child at a younger age, the older they grew, the more they started to appreciate Pokemon and love them. Guzma wants your child to do whatever that gives them the most happiness and fulfillment in their life.

- Your child adores all of his Pokemon. When they were little Guzma would either carry your child on his back, or gently place them on his golisopod and have it carry your child.

- Like Guzma, your child very much wants to prove to trainers all around Alola that bug-type Pokemon aren’t as weak as they seem, and because of Guz...they’ve done a great job of proving it!

As always, hope you enjoyed reading!

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irelise · 4 years

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Yassen Gregorovich - Books vs TV

With the excellent new Alex Rider tv show out, I thought I would make a comparison post for one of my old favs, Yassen Gregorovich, who has a somewhat different feel in the books as compared to the show! This post will largely cover the first book Stormbreaker and should theoretically contain no spoilers for the potential future arcs of the show, since the events of Stormbreaker are presumably non-canon now. (Spoilers abound for the episodes of the show already out, though!)

If there’s any interest, I’ll put up a second post covering Eagle Strike and some parts of Russian Roulette that delves deeper into Yassen and his complicated relationship with Alex. Just let me know!

Much like the show, Yassen was the one who killed Ian Rider. Unlike the show, however, he’s known to be active on the field and the first time we “encounter” him is prior to Alex’s first mission, where Mrs Jones gives Alex a warning:

She took out a black-and-white photograph and laid it on the table. It showed a man in a white T shirt and jeans. He was in his late twenties with light, close cropped hair, a smooth face, the body of a dancer. The photograph was slightly blurred. It had been taken from a distance, possibly with a hidden camera. “I want you to look at this,” she said.

"I’m looking."

“His name is Yassen Gregorovich. He was born in Russia, but he now works for many countries. Iraq has employed him. Also Serbia, Libya, and China.”

“What does he do?” Alex asked.

"He’s a contract killer, Alex. We believe it was he who killed Ian Rider.”

There was a long pause. Alex had almost managed to persuade himself that this whole business was just some sort of crazy adventure…a game. But looking at the cold face with its blank, hooded eyes, he felt something stirring inside him and knew it was fear. He remembered his uncle’s car, shattered by bullets. A man like this, a contract killer, would do the same to him. He wouldn’t even blink.

[…]

“Why are you telling me this now?” Alex asked. His mouth had gone dry.

"Because if you see him, if Yassen is anywhere near Sayle Enterprises, I want you to contact us at once."

“And then?"

“We’ll pull you out. It doesn’t matter how old you are, Alex. If Yassen finds out you’re working for us, he’ll kill you too.”

I always thought this was a pretty good introductory scene -- Yassen has a very deadly reputation in the books, which is established at once then hammered in over and over again. Other traits which come up again and again include his coldness and his dancer’s body which is totally something I’m into, gotta love those “elegant and deadly assassin” tropes

(also, yes, Yassen is blond in the books and definitely not a brunet or even a redhead as in the movie. he also doesn’t have a distinctive facial scar!)

Yassen doesn’t actually have many scenes in Stormbreaker, although the shadow of his presence looms pretty darkly over the narrative. Alex only runs into him twice on the mission: once from a distance -- A lean, fair-haired figure dressed in black detached himself from the assembly line and walked languidly toward a door that slid open to receive him -- and the other encounter also occurs from a distance, when Alex is spying on a mysterious delivery at the docks in the dead of the night...

And then the tower opened and a man climbed out, stretching himself in the cold morning air. Even without the half-moon, Alex would have recognized the sleek dancer’s body and the close cropped-hair of the man whose photograph he had seen only a few days before. It was Yassen Gregorovich. Alex stared at him with growing fear. This was the contract killer Mrs. Jones had told him about. The man who had murdered Ian Rider. He was dressed in grey overalls and sneakers. He was smiling. He was the last person Alex wanted to meet.

[…]

Meanwhile, the guards from Sayle Enterprises had formed a line stretching back almost to the point where the vehicles were parked. Yassen gave an order and, as Alex watched from behind the rocks, a metallic silver box with a vacuum seal appeared, held by unseen hands at the top of the submarine’s tower. Yassen himself passed it down to the first of the guards, who then passed it back up the line. About forty more boxes followed, one after another. It took almost an hour to unload the submarine. The men handled the boxes carefully. They obviously didn’t want to break whatever was inside.

By the end of the hour they were almost finished. The boxes were being repacked now into the back of the truck that Alex had vacated. And that was when it happened. One of the men, standing on the jetty, dropped one of the boxes. He managed to catch it again at the last minute, but even so it banged down heavily on the stone surface. Everyone stopped. Instantly. It was as if a switch had been thrown and Alex could almost feel the raw fear in the air.

Yassen was the first to recover. He darted forward along the jetty, moving like a cat, his feet making no sound. He reached the box and ran his hands over it, checking the seal, then nodded slowly. The metal wasn’t even dented.

With everyone so still Alex heard the exchange that followed.

“I’m sorry,” the guard said. “I won’t do that again.”

“No. You won’t,” Yassen agreed, and shot him.

Largely a reaffirmation of what we saw from the photograph scene, this time in person: Yassen is generally quiet, understated and deceptively relaxed -- up until the point he murders somebody without blinking. I think the show does a good job capturing that aspect of Yassen, with scenes like Ian’s death and Dr. Greif in the car coming to mind in particular. Gotta love that pairing of Yassen’s generally calm demeanour with the bursts of restrained yet lethal violence!

Some other minor but interesting character notes: despite being one of the most highly-paid and successful assassins in the world, Yassen is perfectly comfortable doing grunt work (passing boxes, dressing in shitty grey overalls). Similarly, despite being (presumably) more comfortable working alone, he’s also at ease with giving orders and coordinating large groups of people.

Now, moving onto the last time Yassen shows up in Stormbreaker. This is right at the end of the book after Alex successfully foils the plot of the big bad (Herod Sayle), only to get kidnapped by him while his guard is down. Sayle takes them to a rooftop where a helicopter is coming to whisk Sayle away, but first he wants to have some revenge...

"That’s my ticket out of here!” Sayle continued. “They’ll never find me! And one day I’ll be back. Next time, nothing will go wrong. And you won’t be here to stop me. This is the end for you! This is where you die!”

There was nothing Alex could do. Sayle raised the gun and took aim, his eyes wide, the pupils blacker than they had ever been, mere pinpricks in the bulging white.

There were two small explosive cracks.

Alex looked down, expecting to see blood. There was nothing. He couldn’t feel anything. Then Sayle staggered and fell onto his back. There were two gaping holes in his chest.

The helicopter landed in the center of the cross. The pilot got out.

Still holding the gun that had killed Herod Sayle, he walked over and examined the body, prodding it with his shoe. Satisfied, he nodded to himself, tucking the gun away. He had switched off the engine of the helicopter and behind him the blades slowed down and stopped. Alex stepped forward. The man seemed to notice him for the first time.

"You’re Yassen Gregorovich,” Alex said.

The Russian nodded. It was impossible to tell what was going on in his head. His clear blue eyes gave nothing away.

"Why did you kill him?” Alex asked.

“Those were my instructions.” There was no trace of an accent in his voice. He spoke softly, reasonably. “He had become an embarrassment. It was better this way."

"Not better for him.”

Yassen shrugged.

“What about me?” Alex asked.

The Russian ran his eyes over Alex, as if weighing him up. “I have no instructions concerning you,” he said.

"You’re not going to shoot me too?”

"Do I have any need to?”

There was a pause. The two of them gazed at each other over the corpse of Herod Sayle.

“You killed Ian Rider,” Alex said. “He was my uncle.”

Yassen shrugged. “I kill a lot of people"

“One day I’ll kill you.”

“A lot of people have tried.” Yassen smiled. “Believe me,” he said, “it would be better if we didn’t meet again. Go back to school. Go back to your life. And the next time they ask you, say no. Killing is for grown-ups and you’re still a child.”

He turned his back on Alex and climbed into the cabin. The blades started up, and a few seconds later, the helicopter rose back into the air. For a moment it hovered at the side of the building. Behind the glass, Yassen raised his hand. A gesture of friendship? A salute?

Alex raised his hand. The helicopter spun away.

Alex stood where he was, watching it, until it had disappeared in the dying light.

HOO BOY where to start! This is a longer scene compared to the rest but I love it so much, it’s probably the best part of Stormbreaker for me and obviously it’s fairly different from the show. I adore the last scene of the show since the tension was delightful, but this hit in a different way. Alex! And Yassen! Actually talking!!! It’s a sparse scene (like most of AH’s writing), but very atmospheric and loaded with meaning all the same.

Let’s start with the obvious stuff first - book!Yassen is fair-haired and blue-eyed (or grey, depending), and has a very measured way of speaking without any accent at all. He very much falls into the archetype of “inscrutable Russian assassin with a mysterious connection to the protagonist” and it’s delightful.

I do like the fact we only really see Yassen in person for two scenes in the entire book, and both times he kills someone ruthlessly and efficiently. (...yes, he did kill Sayle while piloting a helicopter) His reputation is well-deserved and I think the show does an excellent job with that too; every time we see Yassen on screen there’s a feeling that shit is about to go down and somebody is about to die.

The show also does a pretty good job hinting at the connection between Yassen and Alex (ughh Yassen’s expression when he sees Alex for the first time kills me every time). In Stormbreaker, Yassen does (initially) seem colder towards Alex, emotionless, just a man on a job. But even then, we get little hints of warmth shining through such as the way he smiles when Alex promises to kill him, and of course the salute! It’s pretty clear that Yassen has some measure of fondness for Alex, because no way an assassin would normally just let somebody go after they promised to kill him, even if that person is only a teenage boy (especially considering that teenage boy is driven by a desire to take revenge on his uncle’s killer). I also think it’s interesting that Alex reciprocates his salute. He’s clearly aware (even if only subconsciously) of the connection between the two of them.

Though I think what hits the hardest for me is the fact Yassen is the one to tell Alex that he belongs in school, that he’s a child and he shouldn’t be part of this world. Alex in the books is much, much lonelier compared to the show. There was no Jack or Tom there for him, since Jack was kept completely out of the loop and Tom doesn’t even exist in the book. Wolf and the K-Unit largely either ignored or bullied Alex. As for Blunt and Jones, Alex just saved thousands of kids in England yet the only thing MI6 tells him afterwards is that his actions can never be revealed to the public, his youth will make him useful for future missions, and then the only thing they give him is a doctor’s note(!!!) to explain his absence from school.

If that sounds all sorts of terrible and unfair, Alex agrees:

In the end the big difference between him and James Bond wasn’t a question of age. It was a question of loyalty. In the old days spies had done what they’d done because they loved their country, because they believed in what they were doing. But he’d never been given a choice.

Nowadays, spies weren’t employed. They were used.

And of all the people to point out how fucked up the whole situation is and how Alex needs to get out...it’s Yassen, the contract killer, his uncle’s murderer. And Yassen says it straight to Alex’s face instead of just making token protests about how wrong it is to send a teenage boy into danger and then doing it anyway. I think the moment had a fairly big impact on Alex, and I was sad it wasn’t included in the show, but ah well. Another time, maybe?

BONUS

OK i know this was meant to be a book vs tv show thing BUT I WOULD BE REMISS IN MY DUTIES NOT TO LINK TO THE LAST SCENE AS DEPICTED IN THE OLD MOVIE

‘2 minutes of questionable everything’ from the video description about sums it up. the violins. the closeness. the long lingering looks. “i’ll never forget you.”

Anyway, hope this was interesting and at least a bit informative! Do let me know there’s any interest in a part 2 of this post covering Eagle Strike and maybe a bit of Russian Roulette!

#alex rider #alex rider tv #yassen gregorovich #stormbreaker #anthony horowitz #meta #mild spoilers

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Hmm...

I think it would be interesting to flesh out Emma going to visit Jane (and see Tim, maybe for the first time if we’re staying in canon here) and learning that she’s gone. Maybe not terribly fluffy though, but fun dynamics with Tim and it could explain how she ended up staying with Tom and Tim for the borrowers AU?

In terms of fluff, sorry my brain doesn’t like fluff without some tinge of sadness, for HOHF, Emma and Paul fight [villain of your choice] and someone gets hurt and the aftermath of that. Alternatively, I’d love to know if Tim has the Nitro Gene and if so, if he joins his Aunt Emma and Uncle Paul in the field. That could be so cute! (Although, he could also join mission control or maybe make friends with another super if Hannah has powers as well? But that’s not Paulkins...) If you feel like picking up a family fluff piece, which is personally my favorite genre, lol, I’d love to see Paul and Emma as parents and if their child shows their powers early (since it’s not nitro gene specific from Paul, if it can be inherited, of course, and now I’m imaging Jack Jack from the incredible, lol) or for Harriet and Tex to come back and see their baby (oh that would be adorable because grandparent plants and you can imagine how proud they would be of Emma!) or to see how Slacky interacted with the baby. (I’m imagining a how a Golden Retriever interacts with babies now... 😂) Or, if you’d prefer to ignore children all together, Emma going back home and taking Paul to meet Harriet and Tex (meet the parents essentially). Well, I’m not sure if any of those ideas seem interesting, but if not, I hope they’re able to help get some fun ideas flowing. Have a lovely weekend! 😊

Okay, so... A lot of these are stuff that I want to explore in longer stories eventually, both the Borrowers AND the HoHF prompts. But you DID give me an idea for some HoHF family fluff between Emma and Tim!

"Here's that big project I was telling you about!"

Emma had been back in Hatchetfield for what, six, seven months now? And she'd long since made a name for herself as Wild Flower. She was respected, loved even, by the town that had once cast her aside. And what's more, she'd managed to connect with her nephew, who seemed to think she was cool despite her absence for most of his life! If it wasn't for the fact that Tim didn't know she was Wild Flower yet, she would've chalked it up to that.

After all, Tim loved superheroes. Understandable, considering his mother was one of the most revered supers in the country before she died. Being raised by someone like that was bound to give someone a deep respect for the career. And right now, Tim was showing Emma his most recent token of appreciation. A social studies project he'd done for school about superheroes around the world.

It was a large cardboard diagram, with a map of the world taped to it. Coming from a line pointing to each continent (barring Antarctica, because duh), was a photograph of a super that was native to said continent, accompanied by a short paragraph with information about them.

"Wooooow, you really know your supers, bud!" Emma mused as she scanned over the diagram, impressed.

Tim looked up at her with a bashful smile. "Thanks," he said, blushing. "Wanna hear more about each one?"

"Educate me!"

"Okay, so," Tim began excitedly, pointing to the super whose picture corresponded to Australia. A woman with long, blonde hair and a bright blue superhero getup. "That right there is Tidal Crash, she's an Australian super with the power to control water."

"Can she talk to sea creatures?" Emma asked, encouraging her nephew to continue.

"Yeah, telepathically," Tim replied. "She's like the cool version of Aquaman."

Emma snickered at Tim's snark. God, he was such a Perkins. He continued on, pointing to the picture next to Africa. A dark-skinned man with long dreadlocks and an award-winning smile, half his face covered by a deep purple mask.

"That's Radi ya Umeme," Tim continued to explain. "He's from Kenya, and his name is Swahili for 'Lightning Strike'. He can control the weather, but he's really good with lightning, hence the name. He's kinda like Madbolt in a way, only y'know, not evil."

Emma chuckled, remembering her most recent encounter with that old nutjob. Madbolt was a fascinating case, he'd been causing trouble for Hatchetfield since around the time Emma was born. Not even Jane had managed to land him behind bars. Tim continued, his finger landing on the South American picture. A man with dark, curly hair and deep brown eyes, clad in a black leather costume.

"That guy is Espalda con Púas, his name is Spanish for 'Spiked Back'," Tim said, talking as though he was still presenting the project to his teacher and classmates. "He's from Chile, and as his name would imply, he can grow spikes out of his back and sharpen his teeth and nails into fangs and claws!"

Emma nodded, urging him to continue. With an excited smile, Tim moved on to Asia, where a picture of a short-haired woman with a shining mask lay.

"That's Dá Quy, she's from South Vietnam," he continued. "Her name means 'Gemstone', and she can control different ores and minerals and stuff."

Tim moved on to Europe, where a picture of a woman with short brown hair and an elegant, but still practical costume lay.

"That's Lady Nighthawk, she's from England," he explained as Emma continued to listen intently. "She can talk to animals and harness their abilities to fight. She visits Hatchetfield once a year, too!"

"Right! I think I remember your mother telling me about meeting a 'Lady Nighthawk' before!" Emma exclaimed in recollection.

"Yeah, mom worked with a lot of supers," Tim mused fondly before moving on to the final picture, the one corresponding to North America. A grizzled man with long dirty-blonde hair and a decked-out suit. "And finally, there's Eagle Eye! He's an ex-military general who can shapeshift into a bald eagle! And he's got this awesome combat suit that he uses in human form! He's from Washington D.C., but just like Lady Nighthawk, he visits Hatchetfield sometimes!"

Emma smiled at the sight of the super who'd been acting as a mentor to her for the past week. During a rescue mission she'd nearly bungled, Eagle Eye- or John MacNamara as she'd learned his real name was, swooped in to lend a hand. He'd taken a shine to her, and offered to help coach her in the ways of being a superhero. Emma had been learning lots of valuable information off of John. But of course, there was no way Emma could tell Tim about-

"Speaking of, did you hear that he's been working with Wild Flower lately?"

Okay, nevermind! Emma froze, surprised by her nephew's casual mention of her alias. Was this a good time to tell him? Better test the waters to be sure...

"Oh yeah, Wild Flower!" she exclaimed, trying to play it cool. "I've, uh... been hearing lots about her lately!"

"Yeah, it's so weird!" Tim chuckled. "It's like she just came out of nowhere!"

Emma nervously drummed her fingers on the headboard of Tim's bed, where they'd been sitting for the past couple of minutes. Did he mean that in a good way or a bad way?

"She's awesome, though!" Tim continued, an excited sparkle in his eyes. Emma's heart began to race. "Her powers are so cool! I mean, she can summon that big flytrap thing! What was it's name again?"

"Slack-Jaw?" Emma replied, a barely-contained smile on her face.

"Right, Slack-Jaw!" Tim recalled. "And did you see her new costume? The green jacket with the cool logo on it?"

"Mhm!" Emma hummed in response, happily recalling the day she was presented that jacket at Town Hall. The mayor had recognized her feats of heroism, and had the jacket tailor-made for her to replace that ratty old, ill-fitting red leather jacket she'd bought from a Goodwill in a scrambled effort to make a good costume. It still needed some tweaks now, but the new jacket was an excellent start.

"And now that she's getting lessons from Eagle Eye, she's only gonna get better!" Tim gushed. "She's just so- Aunt Emma? What're you smiling so hard for?"

God, Emma couldn't keep this secret any longer. She had to tell him.

"I have a question for you, bud," she began, resisting the urge to just tell him outright. "Did your mom ever say anything about both her and me having the Nitro Gene?"

Tim's eyebrows shot up. "Oh yeah!" he exclaimed. "But she said that you didn't like talking about your powers, so she never told me what they were. I figured you still wouldn't wanna talk about them, so I never asked."

Emma's heart fluttered. What had she done to deserve such a considerate nephew? "You wanna take a guess?"

"O-okay, but why n-" Tim cut himself off, the gears clearly turning in his head. After a few moments, he turned to Emma with a look of awed realization on his face. "W-wait, Aunt Emma... Are you saying that you're...?"

"Wild Flower?" Emma finished, eyeing him cheekily. "You bet!"

A smile slowly blossomed onto Tim's face. "No way!" he exclaimed. "B-but mom always said you didn't wanna be a superhero!"

"Well, people change their minds sometimes!" Emma retorted. "And I decided to finally put my powers to good use once I came back home."

"Wow..." Tim gaped breathlessly.

"But I'm still your Aunt Emma, first and foremost!" Emma quickly clarified. "I'm still the same person, just y'know... with plant powers."

"O-of course!" Tim stammered, his mind looking certifiably blown. His face grew serious. "And don't worry, I won't tell anybody about your secret identity!"

Emma snickered, tousling her nephew's hair. "I appreciate it, bud," she said, pulling him into a hug. "...Want me to introduce you to Slack-Jaw?"

"...Maybe."

#hohf au #hohf drabbles

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leroyjethrogibbsgirl · 3 years

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Not Your Usual Coffee Run-NCIS Story Chapter 2-Unknown Family

Here is the next Chapter Hope you enjoy!!! @zetasaturno99 and @word-scribbless

As the EMT’s cleared the scene, the team continued to process everything, as Tony searched through Melissa’s car he came across Savannah’s backpack, he opened it up to find it packed with enough clothes and pull-ups for a long trip, he looked underneath the clothes there was a note with a photo attached to it, Tony started to read the note,

“Dear J,

I have been wanting to tell you for a while now that Savannah is your daughter. I have known since just after she was born, when they placed her in my arms and I saw her eyes I knew she was yours, she has your Icy Blues. I wanted to tell you sooner but I was scared to. The reason I’m telling you this now is because with everything going on in my life right now I can’t look after her anymore, I can’t be her mother, I’m not capable of looking after another human being, when I can’t look after myself. This has been the hardest decision I’ve had to make since deciding to keep the baby when I found out I was pregnant with her. I know you will keep her safe and raise her to be the sweetest, kindest, and loving little girl ever. Attached to this letter is a Photograph of us together, so Savannah will know who I am. I also attached all the documents that you will need for her.

Leroy Jethro Gibbs, I Love You and I know that our Daughter will love you too.

With that I Say Goodbye and hope to one day be able to come back into Savannah’s life.

Yours Truly

Melissa Sue Brooks

When Tony finished reading the letter, he was at a loss for words. He turned and saw Gibbs looking at him, “Looks like you saw a ghost DiNozzo, what’s the matter?” Gibbs told and asked Tony.

‘Um Boss, you need to read this, but before you do I suggest you sit down first” Tony explained to Gibbs as he took the letter from Tony’s hands, and went to take a seat on the back of the NCIS truck, as he started reading the note, he flashed back to when he first met Melissa.

Flashback

He stopped in at the diner to grab some dinner and she was the waitress, she had the most beautiful red curly hair and the most breathtaking green eyes, and he instantly fell in love. He thought back as he finished reading the note.

He never thought that nine months later he would be a father again, he was happy at the fact that he had a daughter, but angry at the fact that Melissa didn’t tell him that she was pregnant. “Why didn’t she tell me DiNozzo, I would have been there for her through the pregnancy” Gibbs asked Tony. “Maybe she was scared Boss, she probably didn’t want to burden you with the pregnancy and having another child” DiNozzo told Gibbs. “It wouldn’t have been a burden, I would’ve been there for her and for my Daughter, because of her I missed all of Savannah’s first milestones, again I missed my Daughter growing up” Gibbs said as he punched the side of the truck a couple of times.

As Jethro hit the truck one last time he heard sobs coming from the backseat of his vehicle, he quickly made his way to the backseat of his vehicle and found Savannah curled up in the backseat wrapped up in his hoodie crying, “What’s wrong Savannah Sweetheart” Jethro calmly asked Savannah. “You my Daddy, I heard you talking” Savannah said between sobs.

“Yeah sweetheart I’m your Daddy. I wish I had known” Gibbs whispered as he kissed her head. “You’re Momma loves you very much, and so do I even if we just met. I know this is scary but can you trust me?”

“I trust you Daddy” she says and scoots over to him. She looks up at him and says

“Momma told me Daddy nice man, one day he would love to meet me. Momma said I have Daddy’s eyes.”

“Yeah baby, we do have the same eyes don’t we?” Gibbs smiled and Tony stared in shock.

Gibbs knew at that moment that this would be a big change in his life, having a 4 year old daughter to raise now is a big step, and he would need all the help he can get from his team and his family.

Savannah looked at Gibbs who was deep in thought, and noticed how much she looked like him and then broke the silence “Daddy, Momma said my Kelly name was for you, what she mean by that” Savannah told and asked Gibbs. “Well Sweetheart, the name Kelly came from my first daughter, she was 8 years old when she got hurt really bad, but she didn't survive, and now her and her Momma watch over me like my angels and now they’re your angels too.” Jethro told and explained to Savannah.

Savannah noticed how sad Gibbs looked, stood up on the Chair she was sitting on and wrapped her arms around Gibbs’s neck and hugged him, “I Love You Daddy” Savannah said as she kissed him on the cheek, at that moment Gibbs realized that he truly missed having a child depend on him for everything and that loved him.

#ncis #leroy jethro gibbs #anthony dinozzo #ziva david #tim mcgee

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