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Would Mori kill Chuuya if Odasaku wasn’t enough to drive Dazai out of the Port Mafia?

Short answer: No.

Let’s make two things clear before we begin with the long answer. First: The blogger who put out this idea is one of my favorite BSD theorists, I respect them. This is not an attack or an attempt to take them down, just me protecting my sanity by saying what I think need to be said. Second, I might come to the fandom because of Odazai, but I stayed for Soukoku. So no, I’m not doing this because I hate the pairing.

The premise that I want to talk about was the idea that if Odasaku’s death hadn’t driven Dazai out of the Mafia, then Mori would kill Chuuya in order to finish the job.

Sadly, unless we are in one of those soukoku fanfics where Chuuya’s an innocent tsundere angel in a star-crossed romance with Dazai and Mori’s barely anything more than a devil incarnate made specifically to create the perfect Soukoku habitat, then, no, this scenario is not happening.

Now, even the blind can see that Dazai and Chuuya have a strong bond. The closest I could describe it without dipping into fangirl fantasy was brothers, complete with the sibling rivalry and childish pettiness everyone would display in front of their annoying family member. They’re also partners whose bond was made stronger by hell fires. I mean,

(Really, Bones?)

But is this enough to make Dazai leave? Probably. Would Mori risk it? No.

First, let’s look at the mother bear that has taken Chuuya as her own; Kouyou. As we could see in the manga, she has taken Chuuya either as her protégé, son or at least a little brother as seen from how he called her ‘Ane-san’ or the archaic, formal Japanese for ‘older sister’

If Kouyou is even half as attached to Chuuya, who she has known for years, is as she was to Kyouka, who only knew her for a few months, then do you even think that she will stay silent if she knew Mori killed Chuuya simply to drive Dazai out? To put in the way that would win the Understatement of The Century award, she will not be amused. Look at this scene where Kouyou told Tanizaki why she couldn’t let Mori die;

That’s the reason Kouyou is supporting Mori. When she found out he’s basically doing the same thing as the old boss, she will fight back.

Best situation Mori will lose her support; this is serious because not only she is an executive she is also one of its strongest ability users. Second-degree situation, she will kill him both in revenge and demeaning him no longer a leader deserving of her support.

Worst situation, Kouyou would defect from the Mafia, taking her faction with her along with the people loyal to Chuuya (Notice how caring Chuuya was to his subordinates, it will not be a farfetched to say he got many people loyal to him that would be enraged by the boss killing him off for such a shallow reason) It will break the Mafia in two with a possibility of a gang war fueled by revenge in Yokohama.

Think of the casualties, both monetary and personnel, if this is were to happen. Will Mori risk all this, just to drive Dazai away? Short answer is no. Long answer is no way on earth.

Second, the circumstance of Oda’s death. I hate to admit this but in objective point of view Mori’s scheme was a stroke of genius. It’s carefully planned for the best outcome with minimal casualties.

Positives of Oda dying

1.       The most obvious, The Gifted Business Permit. This is the biggest reward that came out of this sacrifice. With the Mafia should no longer fear the government’s punishing fist if they step out of the line, the freedom to do as they like as long as they’re not caught red-handed by military police.

2.       The cut-down to Port Mafia’s budget. As Odasaku himself has mentioned, Mori calling low-ranking members to his office meant they would be disposed of, indicating this has happened before and will happen again. This is important because the money and resource going to those useless goons can go to more important places, like weaponry or bribery. By killing off Oda, Mori take out a useless member of the Mafia whose only worth was calming marital problems, scaring thieving little kids and hunting for cats.

3.       Cementing Port Mafia’s name to not only the other gangs in the area, but also to the government. This would also be true for International scale since Mimic was supposedly a fearsome terrorist group with a powerful leader.

4.       Dazai lost his best friend and leave the Mafia.  With him gone, so was the threat to Mori’s reign.


1.       Losing one member with irreplaceable Ability that would have been OP if not for his creed to not kill.

Now, to Chuuya.

Positives of Chuuya dying

1.       Dazai losing his partner and driven out of the Mafia

Negatives of Chuuya dying.

1.       Kouyou starting a war on Mori, breaking Mafia in half, and possibly demolishing the whole thing to the ground.

2.       The loss of Mafia’s best martial artist

3.       The loss of the subordinates under Chuuya who was loyal to him

4.       The loss of one-half of Soukoku, will affect the morale of people under him because he was known to be strong both physical-wise and ability-wise.  

5.       The loss of people’s trust to Mori’s credibility, making rebellions and defection more common.

6.       The loss of the man who was so invulnerable he would be made Executive sometime in four years, when he was only 22.

As you can see, the negatives of killing Chuuya far outweigh the positive of having Dazai driven out of the Mafia by having him dead. Then this brought up the question; what would have Mori done if Dazai didn’t get out of Mafia?

The answer is: none. Seriously.

This is because there is no way Dazai won’t defect after that. Just like the planning for getting the Permit and getting Oda out of the picture, this has been calculated by Mori from the very start.

Notice this scene,

Now here’s the light novel version

The question arising from it is as such: why would a boy considered to become an Executive soon, scour the remnants of dead soldiers with its lowest-ranked member?

There’s a high possibility Mori was purposefully nurturing the friendship between them. This is also prevalent in the way he didn’t make any negative statements when he remarked about Oda having close relations to Dazai and why he didn’t take out Oda before this, or at least intervene with their friendship.

The same way Dazai’s confident in how his plans will come to fruition, Mori is also a being cut from the same cloth. There is now ay Dazai won’t leave the Mafia both because this has been carefully calculated for a long time and because Dazai himself will know that with this, he is no longer welcome in the Mafia.

I rest my case.

On the other note, the reason why I need to say all of this is because this theory is because how it makes Chuuya’s role into just a foil for Dazai, disregarding all of his worth as an important Mafia member. I love Chuuya, and not even as Soukoku. I love him because of how he is portrayed in the canon.

Killing off Odasaku was logical, it has many upsides and very little downside. Killing off Chuuya when he was clearly an important member was not only out of character, it distort both him and Mori as characters deserving respect.

Chuuya’s a person of his own rights, is important to many people and have people important to him and the list is longer than just Dazai. He’s a beautiful character with well-developed personality, have a life, ambitions, dreams and achievements of his own and I hate it when people just made him out to be a one-dimensional character whose world revolved around Dazai. Let me tell you; he’s not.  

I know this is technically a day late, but let’s pretend I totally posted this yesterday… 

Neil starts outlining a plan in his head as he ducks between students and buildings. Group projects are the bane of his existence, but he has to do them if he wants to pass, and he has to pass if he wants to be eligible to keep playing Exy. At least this time Joseph Peters isn’t in his group, but he still prefers individual assignments. The faster he gets his five slides done, the less he has to interact with the group.

Neil cuts across the Green because it’s faster, but he has to weave through a sea of bodies. The warmer weather of spring has drawn out many students from their hoards in the library. From sunbathers to studiers, the grass is now marred by waves and waves of bright colors and tanned skin. The combination of laughter and the singing of nearby birds tangle together in the air like a tangible cacophony, and the rays of the sun lick down along the ground, creating a blissful atmosphere.

Neil sidesteps around a group of sorority girls and ducks to avoid getting in the middle of an ultimate frisbee game. By the time he makes it Perimeter Road, the crowds have thinned out, and it’s easy to cross the road and head up towards Fox Tower.

His dorm is dark when Neil unlocks the door. For some reason all of the lights have been turned off, and it instantly strikes Neil as odd. He knows he can double check the schedule taped to the fridge, but he distinctly remembers Nicky’s class getting out earlier than his. Even stranger still is the fact that someone has blocked out the windows, so only a few straggling bands of light seep in. The stark darkness puts Neil on edge, settling deep in his chest and making waves of anxiety begin to churn. He knows it’s been three years, that there’s no need to run anymore, but that doesn’t stop the disquiet in his bones or ease the itch now sparking in his muscles. He’s considering heading up to the roof and texting Andrew when the lights flick on.


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shamelessgaylord  asked:

The prompt 131. Sterek. I just started following you because of your amazing writing. It's super duper good. And you just need to now that I'm really awed by it.

Thank you so much!! That really means a lot to me. And I’m sorry it took me so long to get to your prompt, but hopefully you enjoy this bit of College AU misunderstandings and fluff that it inspired :)

Sterek #131 from this prompt list

Derek has let the boys in room 309 get away with a lot over the past semester, but this might finally test the limits of his patience.

The thing is, he’s not the most unreasonable Resident Advisor on campus. He knows he was a bit of a hardass last year, before he figured out how to balance the job with his overly ambitious course load. And he knows that the students who live on his floor are equally afraid of him as they are likely the ones behind the rumors that he’s a eunuch.

But he has a staunch ‘live and let live’ policy that most of them are too grateful for to complain about. As long as he doesn’t have to deal with the fallout of their hijinks, and gets left alone in relative peace, he doesn’t care what they do. And he would, honestly, really rather not know the gory details of it all anyway.

It’s a philosophy not unlike the one Derek applies to his personal life, such as it is. Over the years, he’s found that his day-to-day existence runs a whole lot smoother if people just leave him the hell alone and let him return the favor by burying himself in his books and leaving them the hell alone right back.

The boys in room 309 are so far the only ones who have decided to actively push at the limitations of this system. 

Violation after violation–from the time McCall harbored five different stray animals in there for an entire month, to the time Stilinski started charging random passersby for life advice with a cardboard “the doctor is in” sign on their door, and actually turned a not-insignificant profit because everyone thought he was collecting for charity–and Derek has let it all slide.

Not this time.

“Shut up,” he says the moment he reaches where Stiles is fidgeting in the hallway outside his locked dorm room.

Stiles scoffs. “Rude.

“It’s one thirty in the morning on a Wednesday. I’m allowed.” He pulls his master key out of his pocket and makes to open the door, but Stiles leans forward with a small smirk and a twinkle in his eye.

“Come on, you know you love our little late night chats.”

God help Derek, he actually does. Secretly, very deep down, he kind of does. Or, well, he would, if they didn’t take place a handful of hours before his alarm is set to go off.

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An analysis on Prince Adam

The marriage between Adam’s parents has never been a particularly happy one. His father is greedy and selfish and payed little to no attention to his wife and child. The marriage is an arranged one, not made for happiness. Adam’s mother is fierce and loves her son into oblivion. Whenever The Prince gets angry (he has a horrible temper) she nurtures her son who always gets scared when his father yells at him. To make him feel better she holds lavish dinners and balls to distract him from his father’s anger. Adam, of course, also has the servants who help The Princess in raising the boy as his friends. He considers them family. But when his mother dies from a long sickness he loses his whole life. His father, now having more control of his heir, keeps him at his side at all times, trying to make him into the son he wants. God forbid he disappoints him. When he returns from lessons or simply spending time with his father with a new bruise forming his friends bow their heads in shame and say nothing. The Prince feels betrayed by the ones who were supposed to be his protectors, his family, his only friends. His father’s words start to get to him. He’s useless, too soft to rule, too forgiving. He’ll never be enough. From this stems his distaste for other people than himself. He’s learnt the lesson the hard way. No one will ever love you but yourself. For years no one touches him but his father, and those moments are when he is terrified. Simply a brush or look makes him crawl inside his walls and hide in fear.

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jigglejaggle  asked:

I'm back, its hard to pick just one of your prompts- Lance, Keith, and Shiro are dating (Shklance) and Lance just cant feel like he belongs. He starts pulling away and Keith and Shiro don’t notice until a bit too late when Lance starts sleeping in his own room and shying/flinching away from their touches, afraid of their treatment again. -- can i ask for one more after this?(;´∀`)

It’s no big deal! I’m glad that you like my Prompts ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ ask away! This might be a bit funkier than my other writing. Because I’ve only written one poly ship fic before. And trust me. Trying to balance everything out is weird


Lance knew he never really belonged. Though he thought that maybe, when Keith and Shiro asked him to join them he was ecstatic. He would have a place to be at home. A place to be happy at. Between the two people he loves the most.

Though not everything went according to his fantasies, as usual. The first few weeks were great. He felt truly happy for once, after the months of being stuck in space longing for home. Though as time went on the more he was left out. They went on dates without him, cuddling together and leaving no space for Lance, giving one another gifts and not bothering to even think of Lance. His heart was breaking slowly.

As he tried to gain their attention they brushed him off and told them to go bug someone else. Sometimes they pushed him out and away physically. It made him very various of being touched. He loved them. He loved them so very much and had enjoyed the moments he had with them.

Soon enough sleeping in a bed with them became too suffocating. He just couldn’t do it. They cuddled and held one another close and left Lance by himself with his pillow and stuffed lion he had gotten when they had asked him out in the beginning.

Their actions and treatment made him afraid, made him cautious and jumpy. He just couldn’t stand trying to sleep with them again and ending up passing out by himself on the couch when he was exhausted. Quietly during the night he slipped out of the room. He grabbed everything that belonged to him, knowing he wouldn’t be able to come back into their shared room without feeling a tight knot in his throat.

He slipped out silently, thanking whatever god or gods were out there that Shiro and Keith were heavy sleepers. He padded along silently, stuffed animal, pillow, and his clothes in his arms. Somehow he managed to shuffle into his “old” room. He set his stuff down next to the door. His heart stung as he looked at the stuff lion that had been custom made. It was red with a black mane and had striking blue eyes. Being unable to face it without tearing up he shoved it onto the dresser, facing away from his bed.

He crawled into his cold and empty bed, curling underneath his blanket he had brought with him. ‘They should just go back to how they were before without me. They obviously don’t want me in between them..’ he thought sadly as he whimpered into his pillow as he tried to find the safety of sleep.

Shiro had noticed the way Lance had been quite jittery around him and Keith. Despite how Lance had been reacting to Keith and Shiro’s actions they hadn’t noticed one bit. As they awoke the morning after Lance had gone to his own room Shiro patted the bed for his other lover. Though his hand just hit a cold spot on the other side of the bed. “Keith..”

“Keith wake up,” he said, sobering up almost instantly as he noticed their missing Cuban boy. Keith grumbled and huffed. “Keith. Seriously. Lance isn’t here,” he said with a serious tone.

In that note Keith sat up slowly, looking around. “His stuff isn’t here..” Keith mumbled in addition. “Why would he take his stuff and not be here?” He asked, genuinely confused. “I’m not sure, let’s go find out,” Shiro commented, quickly getting up and slipping on his sweats and a black shirt. Without waiting for Keith he headed over to Lance’s old room.

As he tried to open it he found it locked. His eyes widened, shuddering as Keith’s arms wrapped around his waist. “Keith, think back on how we’ve been treating Lance these past few weeks and try and tell me why he locked us out..” he mumbled.

Honestly Shiro already knew and his heart sunk with how guilty he felt. They had complete excluded him from them. The pair had treated him as nothing other than a nuisance. Keith’s arms tightened and Shiro knew that he figured it out. “We’re assholes…” Keith mumbled, fingers digging into Shiro’s sides with worry.

Shiro sighed and shook his head, unable to believe they had done this to their beloved blue Cuban boy. Right then the door opened, showing a distraught blue paladin. There were bags under his usually sparkling eyes and he looked like death itself.

As soon as Lance opened the door and saw them he was just about to shut it again, panic obvious on his face. “Lance,” he said quickly, catching the door. Lance flinched back away from his hand, obviously afraid of their touch. Shiro guided the door open and Keith shuffled in as their lover recoiled back away from them.

“What do you guys want…” he whispered, tears forcing themselves into the corners of his eyes. “Oh, Lance…” Keith whispered and reached out to cup Lance’s cheek. Lance flinched away, eyes closed as he was afraid of their touch. “If you’re just here to make fun of me leave.. I realized that you guys obviously didn’t want me with you guys and I should’ve left earlier and I’m so-” the poor boy from Cuba was silenced with a soft kiss from the Red paladin.

The poor boy tried to pull away but only managed in getting pulled closer. He melted into the comforting touch, tears streaming down his cheeks in hot droplets. Shiro ran his fingers through Lance’s soft beautiful hair. “We were idiots to not realize what we were doing. We apologize for everything. I hope you forgive us. We love you Lance. We wouldn’t ever want to be without you. If you ever feel like we’re doing this again, please, please talk to us,” Shiro whispered as he tugged the pair into his arms.

Lance pulled away from Keith reluctantly only to be swept up in another sweet and soft kiss from the black paladin. He whimpered and became liquid against his warm touch. Lance pulled back, cheeks a deep red. “I forgive you guys.. but you better make it up to me with more than just a kiss..” he said, trying to muster his usual bravado and flirty nature. Shiro and Keith smiled and laughed fondly. “Will do.” Keith mumbled and kissed Lance once again, to show him that they were truly and absolutely sorry about what they had done.


Man. I wanna make Lance suffer but I’m a total sucker for loving and fluffy apologies and reunions. This was a bit short and slightly rushed but I hope you enjoyed it

Valentine’s Day Love Languages: Receiving Gifts

You stared at the small box in your hands. It contained a necklace. Not a fancy, expensive one or anything (after all, Jonathan could only do so much), but a nice one nonetheless. It was the fourth gift you had received from him in the last month and while you loved your boyfriend with all of your heart, the box felt heavy in your hands. And it wasn’t because the necklace itself was heavy.

Jonathan Byers was very inexperienced in the realm of dating. Apparently not every girl in the small town of Hawkins was hot for a lanky, shy introvert whose hands were practically glued to his camera. So when you waltzed into his life and eventually into his heart, he wasn’t sure how to take it.

Do most people like holding hands? Is something supposed to happen on movie dates? What about kissing on the first date, was that alright?

As much as these questions plagued Jonathan, he lived in fear of how much embarrassment he thought he’d be plagued by if he asked you any of these. You weren’t necessarily someone who got around, but between the two of you, two official boyfriends and one crush that went nowhere was comparatively far more experienced, even if you never went beyond a simple make-out session with either of them. You therefore found yourself less upset and more amused when you later learned that he turned to Nancy for advice. The end result?

“Well, people like to get gifts,” Nancy shrugged. “I’d say maybe start the first date off with a bouquet or something – nothing major, y’know?” She then quickly added, “It helps if it’s something from the heart, though.”

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For Now, Forever, For Always

Pairing: Jim x Reader

Word Count: 1646

Warnings: A little angst. Mostly fun banter and fluff

A/N: To the anon who requested the Bones angst and the anon that requested a sequel to Seeing Double, I promise I’m working on both of those!!! I haven’t forgotten about you guys and they’ll both be coming up soon. Also look who made a fancy header image for this fic instead of doing homework B) 

If there was one thing you prided yourself on, it was your ability to give the perfect gift, moving people to tears with your thoughtfulness on more than one occasion. Even Spock got misty-eyed when you gave him a handmade terrarium replica of Old Vulcan with his mother’s initials engraved on the bottom. The one person you could never figure out, though, was James Tiberius Kirk.

You thought he’d be the easiest, settling for an antique remote-controlled motorcycle he could drive around the bridge. You were almost shaking with excitement when you gave it to him for Christmas but two years had passed and it had yet to leave the shelf in his quarters. You switched up your game for his birthday, opting for a classier holoframe that displayed pictures you’d collected over your time on the Enterprise. His eyes lit up when you gave it to him, but three months later when he finally invited you to his quarters for dinner for the first time, you noticed the batteries had died and he hadn’t replaced them.

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Torch of Bellona (Part 4)

Originally posted by davidxhaller

Author: Wristic

Pairing: Ivar X Reader

Word Count: 2200

Warning: We’re about to kick things up a notch! Bam! (Okay technically there’s nothing too risque, I mean unless you have an aversion to heavy make-out sessions)

-Part 1- -Part 2- -Part 3- -Part 5- -Part 6-

Not being satisfied with the night before, you join the wagon ride back to your fathers kingdom. Ragnar has a few words of wisdom to share with you and you get yourself a proper goodbye from Ivar. But not before letting it slip what you really want from him.

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Summary: Despite his youth, Eren Jaeger is one of the best and most popular doctors of the Kingdom. Among those interested on his services is included a recognized criminal clan, which does not hesitate to use the youngest of the Ackerman as bait. Eren never imagined that this “harmless” girl in red dress would get him into so much trouble, turning his world upside down.

N/A: since I deleted my blog back in March, the “read more” of my old posts is not working anymore, so I decided to re-upload chapters 1 and 2 together to make things easier for anyone who’s interested.

Art by Dani ♥ the full version of Lawless’ cover is here and there’s more related fanart here - I still have to reblog everything again, so the tag will collect more beautiful things done by Dani soon. You can also read the rest of the chapters on FF.net

Chapter 1. Crimson

Mikasa crashed against the wall backwards. Despite the hit, the coldness of the bricks did little against her accumulated body heat. Today’s training had been tough, since she had to battle against the stockiest and tallest man at Kenny’s service.

Said beast was face down on the floor, knocked out. From her position she could see how the blood dropped from his broken nose. They called him Will.

“Is he dead?”

The girl shook her head slightly, without even looking at the man approaching the scene. She needed to catch her breath and calm her heart rate. She wiped the sweat from her forehead with her forearm while she thought that yeah, she could have killed him. The idiot would have deserved it only for trying to be too clever.

“He should be dead, huh?” murmured the man in an expressionless tone, but Mikasa knew him well enough to perceive his simmering anger.

“The fucking pig”, Levi turned Will over easily with a foot, without any care at all, so he could check his face. Mikasa had done a good job wrecking that stupid face, the guy was going to look uglier than before. Usually when a training session ended like this, it was because the practice puppets had said something disgusting to her or tried something they shouldn’t have.

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Adrinette Month Day 12: Childhood Friends

Yes, I know this is really late. (you know, I do cover first kiss, reveal, and proposal in this though, soooo does that count as being ahead?) Apparently it takes me a week to finish a one-shot. But hey, I think I actually managed to write some fluff for once so I’m happy.



They were four years old when she first met him.

She watched as he tugged a pretty lady into the bakery, a smile lighting up his entire face and making his eyes shine, his hair tousled from the summer breeze. Marinette was mesmerized by that smile, by those eyes, by the golden glint of his hair. The boy looked like a drop of sunlight that had landed on Earth and was delighted by the people who lived there.

The pretty lady that must’ve been the boy’s mom struck up a conversation with her own mom, talking about needing things for something called a gala. The boy wandered from his mom’s side, gawking at the few handcrafted pastries displayed at his eye level. He stopped by a cake that had been baked and frosted to look like a cat and pressed his small hands against the glass. Marinette left her spot from behind the counter and tapped the boy on the shoulder.

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consider the following:
do any of you guys remember that romantic comedy that harrison ford was in called sabrina?? bc that but with skysolo.
-han is the older brother/successful business owner who takes absolutely no shit
-luke is the chauffeurs daughter except the chauffeur is leia (voice of wisdom) and he’s her brother
-lando is a business partner that often frequents the mansion and luke has been infatuated by him for forever. he thought that he was handsome, charming, and he was always just so utterly stunned by how he got what he wanted with ease.
-despite how much luke enjoys the solo mansion and how much he likes… observing lando, he still feels like he’s missing something so he goes back to his and leias hometown for half a decade and finally gets to indulge in all of the luxuries he had watched the calrissians and solos toy with for years.
-he befriended models, dated a photographer (wedge!!!,) and he just got to have a life
-back at home lando has become engaged to the daughter of a rich business owner and it all ties into his and hans business but he also really loves the girl and has forgotten all about luke
-leia writes to him explain that lando is in love, explains that the boyhood crush is done, and luke really almost doesn’t care. but he can’t help it. that little crush on lando was the last thing tying him back to america.
-so he goes back. for leia, for the calrissian solo mansion, for familiarity, for a sense of home.
-but u know the boy had to get a whole new wardrobe and a haircut before he could go back
-so he’s back and landos fiance is gone, so what better time for lando to hit on cute and unassuming boys!!
-one little problem,,, he doesn’t even remember luke. like he looks so different, he’s actually speaking up, his braces and glasses are gone,, like,, the kid looks like a complete different person.
-but han didn’t forget him. he couldn’t. but he also couldnt be smooth abt anything so he walks by right as lando inviting him to one of the famous garden parties and he goes “oh… hi luke.” and its awkward bc lando is staring and hans like “did you actually fucking forget luke?” and luke is just “lmao gotta blast bYe!!”
-when he finds leia and starts giving her her gifts and stuff he casually slips in that he was invited to the garden party by lando leia is literally the :/ emoticon but she doesnt protest
-so luke goes. fixes himself up, shaves, puts in his contacts, ties and redoes his bow tie, puts on his nicest suit, like this boy is pulling out all of the stops
-needless to say both lando and han are v v shocked because?? geeky little skywalker?! but he looks so good???!
-lando and luke dance and talk and laugh, and then lando pulls his signature woo move
-”will you meet me in the solarium?” luke blushes ad tries to hide it behind his hands.
“you’re going to bring champagne right? you put the glasses in the back of your pants, and you grab a bottle. and then you meet them”
“glad you were paying attention.”
-but han stops lando one his way to the solarium because “lando wtf luke is sweet and good and you’re messing with him” but it totally comes out as “lando ur getting married and it has financial benefits”
-and lando, completely forgetting that he has champagne flutes in the back of his pants sits down and injures his butt so he goes to the er and hans like “fuck luke is still in the solarium” and it’s literally one of the “i can’t believe that you guys are making me kiss luke!” “we aren’t” posts
-and they’re both blushing the whole time that han is in there and han can feel his heart trying to beat out of his chest
-as soon as he leaves the solarium he calls his secretary and tells her to cancel all of his plans for the next two days because he’s trying to keep luke away from lando so that the marriage isn’t jeopardized (aka he wants to spend more time with luke because he’s head over heels in love)
-and they do all of these things that be described as anything other than luxurious. they fly in a helicopter, take photos in a beautiful beach house, picnic on a beach (and the food is baked fucking clams,) and luke slowly slowly realizes that he was in love with the wrong business owner
-and when he sees lando again he doesn’t feel that fluttering boyhood that he used to, when they touch there’s no electricity. he doesn’t even want to kiss him anymore.
-and han sees them talking and he feels a strange kind of jealous because he knows it’s nothing, he knows it was always nothing,but he knows that lando thinks it was something.
-the next day luke and han stay at a restaurant for hours, just talking endlessly over their dishes and laughing
-luke thinks that han isn’t listening but that’s all he’s doing. it’s impossible for him to not listen because luke sounds so happy when he talks about paris, and he loves how his eyes light up at the mention of the future, and he’s just so unbearably in love with him
-but he doesn’t want to have to handle that because it’s new and different and he doesn’t know how hes supposed to deal with those kind of emotions, so he buys a one way plane ticket to paris. tells luke everything was a lie, tells him that luke deserves better than to be known as the chauffeurs brother. tellls him to go back to paris and to never look back.
-and lukes heart shatters,and it’s not because of his childhood crush. it’s not because of a crush at all. it’s because he’s genuinely in love and the person he wants to love is being so cold.
-and han is breaking too, but he doesn’t want luke to leave alone. so he calls lando tells him that he’ll buy the ticket,tells him that he knows he would be good to luke, tells him that luke doesn’t deserve to be in paris alone.
-lando listens,but in the end he tells han that if he’s so upset about luke being alone that he should go with him himself
-”but you love him!” “no, im’ infatuated with him. you really love luke.” and han is just “damn you’re right” so he leaves the whole business to lando and he goes to paris
-and it’s raining when he gets to lukes hotel but he doesn’t care in the slightest. he waits in the rain for lukes cab
-and when luke finally does show up han feels like he’s falling in love again, and luke feels the same
-”i thought you didn’t love me, i-i thought that it was a lie”
“that was lie.”
-and luke and han get 2 live a long gay happy life in paris the end

anonymous asked:

still waiting for that second alt canon fic ;)

Clexa Week 2017 | day 5 | Alternate Canon/Divergent Canon

It’s a bittersweet feeling.

As she ties the laces of her boots, sat on the edge of her side of the bed, Clarke lets her gaze wander behind herself, where Lexa is sat on the other side, cover still drawn up around her hips.

Lexa’s back is still bare, the lines and circles of her tattoo exposed, stygian tears that run down her back in remembrance of hard times and sacrifice. The little scars that mar the Commander’s back Clarke can see no more, but she knows they are there; she has brushed her fingers and lips over each one of them.

In the serenity of the room, Clarke can almost forget that she is leaving. “That’s why you’re you,” Lexa said, so tender, so understanding, so raw. Sad. Endlessly sad. Yet loving. Painfully loving. Clarke swallows around the lump in her throat, not ready to ponder the words left unsaid.

By the time Clarke has finished making sure there are no traces of the last hours in her appearance (those covered by clothes Clarke wishes would never fade), Lexa is already up, top covering the stains of Clarke’s love, patient hands clasped behind her back, and pants ending on bare feet. She is, somehow, both the image of an innocent young woman and the hardened Commander. How two people can live within one person so seamlessly is still a mystery to Clarke.

She has come to understand, during her unfortunately short stay in Polis, that the Lexa is the embodiment of every person, every clan. She is Trikru, but she wears all other 12 clans of the Coalition with pride, as does her capital. Clarke thinks her lover and Polis are secretly one and the same. Lexa is Polis. Polis is the Commander.

They face each other, fully clothed, measly steps away. They need the distance, Clarke reckons, for she doesn’t know that feeling Lexa’s skin on her own would not finally make her resolve crumble and convince her to stay. Lexa would never do that to her, though. She respects Clarke too much.

“I have to go now,” she says lamely, with a weak gesture towards the door. This goodbye is even harder than their second hello.

Lexa nods. “Yes.”

Again, Lexa doesn’t fumble, doesn’t plead with her eyes, doesn’t ask her to stay. It is, after all, one of the many reasons why Clarke loves her. How much Lexa respects and understands her, listens to her and takes her much less experienced advice into account; never faulting her for the inevitable and the hard choices, yet never ceasing to demand coherence and betterment.

They head to the door and Clarke rests her hand on the handle. “I will come back.” She doesn’t know whether it is something she truly believes or needs to try to believe in order to survive the distance. Leaving Lexa is proving even more difficult than she expected. “I’m sorry I resisted for so long. I’m sorry I didn’t give us more time.”

The tiny, sad smile on Lexa’s lips says all. “It takes as long as it takes.”

Again, Clarke swallows. How can she leave this person, this amazing, understated, misunderstood, outstanding woman, who could make her stay with a word but chooses to let her go?

Clarke’s lips ache with the three words she knows to be true, but she chooses to keep them in. Save them for when she comes back, foster the need to come back to say them.

“It’s time to go,” she whispers finally, her voice a croak, unable to peel her eyes off of Lexa’s despite how much it hurts to read all the words unsaid in them.

What if she takes too long? What if she doesn’t come back at all?

Lexa nods and Clarke averts her gaze, before pushing the handle down, ready to open the door. Then gracile fingers graze the ones on her other hand, seizing them gently. She looks up to find compassionate eyes.

“I will not resent you.”

A sob tears through Clarke’s throat and she crashes their lips together for the last time, hand on the back of Lexa’s neck; pulling her in, wishing that she could take more than the taste of Lexa’s lips back to Arkadia with her.

For all her desperation, passion, need, and already crushing nostalgia, the kiss is gentle. Gentle as the one they shared mere hours ago. Just as emotional, too. This time, though, neither shed a tear.

After she has grabbed everything she needs for the trip back to Arkadia, Lexa is there to see her off, under the resentful glare of Octavia and watchful eyes of Titus. The whole city seems to hang on to this moment.

This goodbye is much stiffer, a mere formality, as though they have already said goodbye and it is only their ghosts now standing by the gates of Polis.

“Thank you for your patience, Commander,” Clarke says, both for show and to show Lexa that she is grateful for not giving up on blood must not have blood. “And thank you for giving us time to return to Arkadia.”

“I seek merely justice, Clarke. I hope that your people will be able to honour my trust.” It is a warning. Another thing Clarke loves about Lexa, in spite of how much it infuriates her: how regardless of their personal relationship, Lexa is not afraid to let her Commander sternness show.

“Don’t worry, Commander,” Clarke reassures truthfully. “Chancellor Pike doesn’t have much time left in command.”

Lexa nods her approval. They have no more excuses to hold off the inevitable.

Clarke nods in return and heads for her horse, Octavia doing the same. The two of them hop on their rides, generously gifted to them by the Commander. Lexa steps up to Clarke’s horse, hands calmly clasped in front of herself. She looks at Octavia, a few feet away, first.

“Ride safely, Octavia kom Skaikru.” At Octavia’s grunt of a reply, Lexa finally turns to Clarke, having merely to tilt her head back and look up. “Do come back, Clarke kom Skaikru. Polis has loved having you here.”

“I fully intend to.” It is all Clarke can do not to let her resolve crumble. “Mebi oso na hit choda op nodotaim, Heda.”

The tiny smile that pulls on one of the corners of Lexa’s lips is for Clarke’s eyes only. “May we meet again, Ambassador.”

What went down in Chronogirl
  • Tom: hey Marinette, we're leaving so stay here and make sure Nadja picks up her cake
  • Marinette: kk I promise not to leave
  • Tom and Sabine: *both leave*
  • Marinette: *leaves*
  • Tom: can you at least wait until we can't see you before disobeying us?
  • Marinette: fine
  • Mr. Kubdel: happy birthday Alix now here's a watch
  • Alix: you stole that from the museum, I saw it there yesterday
  • Mr. Kubdel: shh
  • Alix: so what does it do
  • Mr. Kubdel: idk
  • Alix: so it could do anything
  • Mr. Kubdel: yeah
  • Alix: it could be incredibly dangerous and/or completely useless
  • Mr. Kubdel: yeah
  • Alix: sounds like an ideal birthday gift
  • Mr. Kubdel: ikr
  • Alix: kk imma go race Kim now
  • Mr. Kubdel: kk imma not show up for that
  • Kim: hey Alix I'm faster than you
  • Alix: we'll see about that punk
  • Marinette: I'm here and I brought a banner to wave to show our support for Alix!
  • Alya: that seems excessive
  • Kim: my feelings are defs not hurt by this
  • Alix: hey Alya take this watch
  • Kim: *runs in a circle*
  • Alix: *skates in a slightly faster circle*
  • Alya: hey Marinette take this watch
  • Marinette: hey Adrien take this watch
  • Adrien: hey Chloé break this watch
  • Adrien: whoops I meant *take
  • Chloé: too late!
  • Alix: f**k you Chloé
  • Hawkmoth: ahh, I'll never get tired of hearing that
  • Alix: hey Hawkmoth I wanna time travel
  • Hawkmoth: of course, now to accomplish this you'll need a power source with enough energy to counter out the entropy change on the scale of—
  • Alix: stop nerding out and gimme time travel! and I wanna kill people too
  • Hawkmoth: fine
  • Chronogirl: *kills some folks*
  • Marinette: oh no I have to stop this person who's murdering my friends but I also have to let Nadja in to pick up her cake
  • Marinette: this is an exceedingly difficult dilemma
  • Chronogirl: *kills some more folks*
  • Marinette: fine imma transform now
  • Chat Noir: hey Ladybug, how are y—*dies*
  • Ladybug: whoops
  • Chronogirl: kk let's time travel
  • *about 10 mins earlier*
  • Chronogirl: we're in the past now
  • Ladybug: hey Chloé do your thing
  • Chloé: *breaks watch*
  • Chronogirl: noooooooo!
  • Ladybug: haha sucker
  • Chronogirl: imma kill you now
  • Chat Noir: nobody's killing anybody here
  • Chronogirl: oh you have no idea
  • Ladybug: hey Marinette go let Nadja in to pick up her cake
  • Marinette: shouldn't I stay and help you fight
  • Ladybug: nah it's not like she can kill us
  • Chat Noir: *dies*
  • Ladybug: oops
  • Chat Noir: psych!
  • Ladybug: oh good!
  • Chronogirl: *f**ks up*
  • Ladybug: bye bye little butterfly
  • Chat Noir: so how many people are dead now
  • Ladybug: idk
  • Chat Noir: are you maybe worried about that?
  • Ladybug: nah

anonymous asked:

I'm curious about your headcanon of Jumin having PTSD because of something that happened when he was a kid. You'd hope a family doctor would say something to his parents, or his dad at least, and not keep it to himself. So either the PTSD has to involve his dad somehow, since it would make sense that the doctor would say nothing if it's implicating such a powerful man, the doctor just never thought it was important enough to report, or I'm completely off the mark. It's probably the latter.

So, I will admit, I kinda want him to have PTSD due to the fact that I have it and I’d love another character to connect to, so this is a personal HC. While I think something happened to him as a child, canon-wise, we don’t know if it had gotten to the extent of it leading to anything even remotely related to PTSD, but I want to explain my reasoning so it doesn’t seem like I’m pulling this out of my ass.

Also, it’s completely okay if people don’t agree with me on this. We all have our own personal HC’s! I’m not wanting to argue, call names or anything, if others don’t agree, so if you disagree with me, that’s okay! Just please don’t be rude towards me about it, because I don’t mind if people don’t share my thoughts on this.

Anyway, this is gonna get a bit long.

So on Day 6 of the deep route, going onto Jumin’s route, after an 8:30 chat, Jumin has a visual novel, but it’s more along the lines of memories. (Thank you @protectjuminhan for the info on when and where the chat is! Google sucks ass).

The VN starts off with his step-mother (we know this because she mentions his mother a few times) talking to his father about him leaving on another trip, gifts, and her watching Jumin while his father goes on another trip.

Afterwards, she finds and starts talking to Jumin himself. The time frame seems to be around him being a child, I think, but not too old. Probably around puberty, due to a few lines of how tall he’s gotten, how he’s becoming a grown man (which, admittedly, could be him more along the lines or 16-17, but some other lines she says seems to contradict that.)

It seems as she talks, the implications get a bit bad. I’m going to write them out instead of taking screenshots, but the video I’m watching is This One, around the 7:20 mark, because this was the only way I could find the VN (thanks to MM not wanting to work on my phone currently).

Just looking at you makes me pleased. I can’t even see your father’s face these days because he’s too busy.

Can’t we be nicer to each other? I just want to give you a hug. I know it must have been hard not having your mom. You must be lonely, hanging out with that camera boy every day.

If it’s too hard for you to call me mom, just call me by my name. You’re not looking at my eyes again… Are you still ignoring me…? Your eyes are always dead when you look at me. Do you hate me that much…?

It’s because you are still young.

Just tell me when you get lonely. I’ll comfort you real well so that you’re not. “

And then from that point on, it seems to be a past girlfriend or attempted relationship, or one sided relationship, memory. And then, he wakes up, muttering about a nightmare.

Now I know we could chalk that up to a random ass nightmare and he’s just shaken up by it. But, and this is a little tmi personal, I still have nightmares about when I was molested as a child, even though I was 5-7 and I’m now about 22. And they’re vivid, and nearly matching up to the real memories.

(but please feel free to chalk it up to just a nightmare!!)

But the text from the VN, from his step-mom,  doesn’t really sound that normal. “I’ll comfort you real well so you’re not [lonely],” sounds very gross, and has some unsavory implications. The fact that she tries to get him to call her by her real name, and seems to lament over his father not being around, it seems like she’s trying to hit on the next best thing, even though he still is apparently young.

(I hope this makes sense)

SO based on the VN, based on how he seems shaken up, I feel like his step-mother tried molesting him after he hit puberty, and possibly even before this VN novel. She mentions him hating her still, so maybe it wasn’t her first attempt. Maybe he tried to accept her, and she started advancing on him towards a way that could be seen as sexual, and he’s been uncomfortable around her since then.

When it comes to a doctor possibly noticing, and never saying anything, in that HC post I was thinking of a couple of scenarios.

1. A family doctor would probably attribute any weird mood changes to puberty, especially if this all happened around when his hormones kick in (Making him taller, voice deeper, starting to understand sex more, etc). Sometimes that makes kids go through personality changes, so the doctor could chalk it up to that and not notice anything, especially if the step-mother make sure not to leave any marks.

2. If the doctor suspected, it’s possible he never wanted to say anything in case the Chairman would lose it. Refuse to believe it, and try to ruin the doctor’s life. We’ve seen how the Chairman acts now when someone, even his own son, questions the women he’s with, so it’s possible the doctor was too scared too. Even more so if the doctor wasn’t 100% sure, he’d be starting stuff he couldn’t support fully, which with your profession on the line, you never want to do, and no one could blame him for that.

Again, another personal tmi thing, I never knew about me having PTSD until I was about 18-19. And, I never told my family until about then, as well. I thought what I was going through was normal and I was over-reacting, being a drama queen. I had expected it, but my third therapist was the one to confirm it. Apparently, it was in my file and none of my past therapists told me. BUT, I’m chalking that up to the fact that my past herapists before the Good One were…Not very good at that job.

A few months with my Good therapist, and he confirmed it after double checking and making sure I wasn’t misdiagnosed. (And then I learned some good coping mechs, yay!).

So, sometimes, especially if you’re unclear on your emotions, people may not know they have PTSD. Some people don’t even know what that is, and they only learn about it after encountering someone talk about it/mention they have it. (I had to explain this to my supervisor in depth, because I had to give him a reason why i needed to hide when my molester came into the place I worked at).

It would also explain his feelings towards other women- Why the VN launches into a memory/nightmare about a failed attempted relationship. Why he doesn’t seem to trust women or relationships, and ultimately seems to steer clear of his father’s new girlfriends. 

He probably never told his father. He probably thought it would lead to more issues, and he wanted to avoid that. I know I never, ever, wanted my family to know, but I was forced to mention it after a very bad PTSD induced breakdown. If I hadn’t have had that in front of my mother, I would have never told her anyway, I would have been still keeping it a secret.

…..Does…Does that even make sense? Oh my god, that probably doesn’t, but there is at least a rough draft on why I think he has PTSD.

So TL;DR- I HC Jumin having PTSD or at least being sexually abused once due to a VN on his route.

anonymous asked:

my first request here, tell me if I'm doing something wrong. A headcanon where MC has a deadbeat parent whom they still love because lol she's too pure and kind for this world and the rfa+v+saeran see how excited MC is when she tells them her parent is coming to visit them. but it turns out that they only wanted to see her to ask for some money. MC gets really heart-broken after the short visit. Thanks! :)

how about a short little scenario instead?? :D:D:D i hope this is alright~

Eyeing the empty wallet lying lifelessly across the coupon covered desk, she sighed in frustration, fists tightening around her blanket. How was she going to pay the bills this time? Maybe moving away from her parents wasn’t that much of a good idea after all… though, at the time, it did seem like the only option that could improve their financial situation. How many years has it been since she’d seen them? Two? Three? No, probably riding closer to 5 years actually. After she left, they didn’t contact her no matter how many times she tried. Never replying messages, calls… they weren’t even home when she tried to visit. She loved her parents a lot - even more than she loved herself, and it hurt her to know that they were avoiding her. Was she that much of a hindrance?

The cool breeze of the night flowed through her open window, temporarily relieving the stuffiness of her apartment bedroom. Mom, dad, when will I ever get to see you again? I miss you two so much… A tear slipped out of the corner of her eyes as her heart ached with loneliness. The next morning was routinely, at least, until she got text from an unknown number reading a short, simple message:

[Your father and I would like to see you today, when and where can we meet?]

She almost dropped her phone. She couldn’t believe it because after so many years she was finally going to see her parents. Tears of joy sprung to her eyes as she held back her squeal of excitement. This was the best birthday gift she could ever ask for.

Letting the RFA know was even better - they told her that they’d take care of everything as their gift to her. From the dinner reservations to her outfit to even being able to leave work early for this long awaited rendezvous… they were seriously the best people MC had ever met, and she swore that she would repay them big time by making the next party 100 times better than the last.


“Mom, Dad!” MC was too excited to see the nervousness spread across her parents faces as she invited them to take a seat. “How have you two been? I’ve missed the both of you so much! I’ll tell you everything- ah, wait, no, let’s order first, you must be starving. Don’t hold back, I just got my paycheck so-”

“MC… I’m sorry, but we need to leave soon.” her mom tightened her grip around MC’s wrist, “We… all we’re here for today is… well, you see-”

“That’s enough. I’ll say it if you can’t. Look, we just need some money, so hand it over before those guys chase us down.” her dad gestured towards the restaurant door. Two gruff looking men flipped off the security guard for not allowing them in, swearing to return. MC’s stomach dropped as her father’s words seeped deep into her mind. 

So that was all they wanted. They didn’t want to see her at all. They just… they just wanted money.

The pit in her stomach grew larger, threatening to swallow her up, but she held it back and forced a smile. She looked into her mother’s troubled eyes, realizing that they wouldn’t have contacted her if they didn’t have a choice. If they weren’t desperate, she wouldn’t have gotten to see their face - not in five years, not in forever. Maybe she should be thankful, but in that moment, the pain in her heart drowned any and every reasoning she had to make herself feel better.

“Okay. I understand.” She reached into her wallet and pulled out the cash she earned from this month’s hard work. Without a minute’s hesitation, her parents dashed out of the restaurant upon receiving whatever sum of money MC had handed to them. Perhaps never to return.


She asked for the check and payed the bill for the opened wine with her credit card even though she feared that it would be rejected. In a way, she felt like she was betraying the RFA, wasting all their efforts for tonight’s dinner. But they’d understand, right? That she had no choice but to save her parents, that she would have no choice but to return the dress Zen bought for her just so that she’d have enough to pay back for the wine. Of course, she hadn’t even thought of explaining how much she hurt and needed to cry and it didn’t make it any better when she found all of them at her apartment with smiles beaming on their faces, waiting to hear her gush about the night.

But it was easy to see through her, the way her hand clenched over her heart as if letting go would trigger it to fall apart let the cat out of the bag faster than she had intended to.

“MC, what’s wrong?” Zen stood up, approaching her with a puzzled look.

“M- My parents… they only came to see me because they needed money. I didn’t even get to eat with them. I’m horrible. I wasted everything you guys did for me-” her heart felt like it was about to break if she went on. Oh, how she didn’t deserve to have their care and love - it was all that floated around in her mind.

Without another word, Zen pulled her in for a hug, soothing her hiccups with light pats on the back. Jaehee and Saeran left to get MC a cup of water, it hit way too close to home for them to listen any further without bursting out in anger.

“It’s okay MC, we got your back remember?” Yoosung cautiously looked at MC through her tear filled eyes, offering a small smile of comfort.

“Yes, and if it’s about money, I can solve the problem.” Jumin added this in a rather emotionless tone, but he meant it. He’d do anything to see MC happy.

“And I’ll make sure those loan sharks never hurt your parents! I’m 707 Defender of-” he stopped short when he felt a someone squeezing his shoulder.

“Don’t worry MC, we’ll fix this. We’re the RFA after all.” V’s soothing voice allowed MC to calm down. As Zen wiped the tears from her face when he released his embrace, he allowed her to see all of them and their supportive smiles. Her parents were important, but she had failed to realize that these seven people wanted nothing more than to see her smile, happy and healthy. They asked of nothing in return because they loved her for her.

A cheeky smile from MC would work like magic. In an instant, the looks on their faces could change into something brighter than the sun because…

“That’s what family’s for, right?”

who said the last thing? you can decide <3

~Cherry L.

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A Little Christmas Party [SRFM and Zero fluff]

Starting note! I’ve tried writing fan fiction before but never post it. This particular attempt at writing is a little long winded, I stop myself part way through AND I make some big “no no”s among the proper rules of writing. [like a change in tense and perspective, etc. It’s a mess!] In short, don’t expect too much!
But either way, I did this as a Christmas gift for @the-clairvoyant-rick!

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rose-of-yonezawa  asked:

Overprotective Papa Masamune. (Based off on a cross over fanfic between SLBP and Bleach I'm currently working on).

I hope you don’t mind it being a bit sad. Have to admit, I cried while writing this. Here you go, hope you like it ^^


“Masamune’s Little Girl”

Words couldn’t describe the pain he felt when his Lady closed her eyes forever. She had been in a terrible condition after giving birth to a little princess. A year later, she laid on her death bed, waiting for the moment death took over. As much as he wanted this to never happen, he knew he could do nothing to stop it. All he could do was watch her as she slowly and weakly said goodbye for the last time. And once she had done it, the pieces to his heart broke down to the tiniest pieces. He could no longer see her smile, eat her desserts, feel her comfort, caress her cheeks…and she would no longer be waiting for his arrival after every battle. He cried so hard for the first time, the tears never wanting to leave him. He broke down and shut himself from everyone, including Kojuro and Shigezane. He still led his Clan, but it was without determination and a heart he once had when she was with him. And the only person that could break through his walls and bring him back, was his precious little daughter…just like his Lady had once done.

She’s so much like her mother

He had found so much similarities his daughter shared with his Lady. They were both gifted with the kindest heart and the sweetest smile. His daughter shared so much features from his Lady that that was one of the other reason why he was brought back into the light. Years had already pasted since her death but the memories still laid behind Masamune’s mind. He could never forget his Lady, he didn’t wanted to. And these past years had been at the same time, stressful but happy. He took care of his daughter just as he had promised his Lady. But at times, it grew to be too overprotective. But no one could blame him, they all understood why he was like that—except for the little princess who barely grew to know her mother.

There were times when she would get angry at her father’s protection, only because she felt he treated her so much like a like a little baby. She wanted so much to know the reason why her father was like that but no matter who she had asked, no one would tell her, dismissing the conversation right away. She cried on nights in front of her father, wanting to meet her mother so badly because she knew he loved her mother so much. But that fate could never be changed.

When Masamune went off to war, he would worry so much about his daughter, worrying about the littlest thing. And sometimes his overprotectiveness would get him distracted at war councils or almost kill him in battles. Luckily with a trusted friend, he was still alive. One of his reasons was because he didn’t wanted to lose another one of his family of his. He had already lost the love of his life, he didn’t wanted to lose his only daughter.

“I’ll be fine papa, it’s just a little fever, it’ll break soon,” the little girl assures her father when he told her to return to bed the moment she sat beside him. “You will catch a cold with this weather, he tells her when the night breeze hits them. But the little princess shook her head stubbornly. “I’ll be fine.”

“That’s what your mother once told me, but she was never fine at all.” At rare times, Masamune would bring up (MC) in front of his daughter so she looked up at her father’s face as he stared up at the moon. Masamune though shakes his head, telling his daughter to not go further into that conversation. His daughter sighs sadly, having lost the opportunity. “If you won’t rest in your bed, then rest here,” he tells her. The little girl nods as she starts feeling a bit sleepy. Her head dozes off against Masamune as she sleeps peacefully. Meanwhile, the moment her head hit him, the memories of his Lady falling asleep on his shoulder comes back. His heart sinks as he looks at the peaceful looking daughter who quietly sleeps. The sleeping face reminded him so much about his Lady and his nostrils starts hardening. The tears fell as he was reminded of the morning his Lady’s passing. He didn’t wanted to cry in front of his daughter and look weak but he couldn’t help himself. He had swore to his Lady that he would protect their precious daughter with his life.

In the middle of it all, his daughter woke up at the sound of her father’s soft crying. It was the first time she had experienced her father crying in front of her. She knew he cried at times but this was the first she’s ever seen him like this. Her heart aches for her father, knowing he was crying for her mother and the tears fell against her cheeks. She then crawls up to him and brings him into an embrace and cried with him. The sight of seeing her poor father crying made her cry and miss the mother she never knew as well. “Papa, do not cry alone. I am here for you,” she assures her father through the tiny sniffles.

She sounded so much like her own mother and she once again reminds him of his Lady. He wraps his arms around her tiny back, holding on tight as they cry. “I want to see mama. I want to meet her. I want to hold her. I want to see her beautiful face. I want to smile at the sight of her. Why must she leave before me knowing her?” she wails.

“I know, love. I know. I want that too,” he softly speaks as he caresses his daughter’s cheeks, brushing away the fear that kept swimming down. Masamune wished to badly for his daughter to have at least know of her mother. She was far too young to know when his Lady was still alive. He wanted so badly for his daughter to know of her mother. How much she had resembled her mother, the kind heart, the smile, the hair and the face. He wanted to experience his Lady’s mother like figure because he couldn’t really see that when she was alive, the illness ruining it all. That was his first and last love. And it was all gone from his eyes before he even knew it. He missed her so much, but he was glad to be able to keep his daughter, being reminded of his Lady every time he looked into his daughters eyes.

At least you are here with me. I’m glad for that.

Mother’s Day Drabble

Arthur seldom speaks at work today. In the morning, the most is pulled from him is a smile and a “Happy Holidays, old man” in the morning, as he tosses a box at his uncle. It’s a set of polishes (for his belt) and a set of waxes for his motorbike.

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that post abt Hunk with tiny cactuses gave me an idea for a hc where Hunk starts collecting little plant and soil samples from the planets they visit, building up his own little space succulent collection until he has enough to start a garden in one of the castle’s unused rooms. he regularly tends to his plants and studies their properties, writing down notes 

botany isn’t exactly something he’s pursued in earnest before, so he starts researching, using Pidge’s translation tech to search through the ships libraries, and he manages to marry his engineering skill with Coran’s knowledge to create a particle scanner to break the plants down to their base elements and chemical make up

Shiro pops in to see the garden to find out what Hunk’s been up to between missions, and raptly listens while Hunk tells him all about what he’s learned, like why you shouldn’t plant Myūuyas in the same soil as Jubblekimps and how to properly care for Nocttails. Shiro is particularly enamored with a plot of tiny trees covered with what looks like purple cotton candy that Hunk explains is actually finely crystallized minerals and stares at it long enough that Hunk carefully digs one out of the dirt and puts it in a little pot for Shiro to keep

Lance is Hunk’s Official Plant Taste Tester when one passes all the edibility tests on the scanners since he has a self-proclaimed ‘iron stomach’. Hunk has him classify the palatable ones as sour, bitter, sweet, salty, spicy, and/or minty to use for future cooking reference, but they’ll occasionally run across revolting tasting ones that make Lance’s face screw up in disgust before he runs to spit it out into the trash, or in one case, hallucinate for a few hours (Hunk has that incident on video)

Allura loves to come to the garden to see how Hunk’s plants are doing and brings him plant species he doesn’t have yet as gifts. she tells him abt the plants they used to have on Altea and about her favorites, the Juniberries, though her expression goes a little sad and wistful when she does. it hurts Hunk to see her so visibly upset, so when he finds a plant display with rare, endangered Juniberries being sold for 800 klufepees, he barters relentlessly with the florist until they agree on a trade–one of Hunk’s rare plants for one of the Juniberries. it takes a little while for him to cultivate more, but when he gives Allura a pot of them as a gift, she cries and tells him it’s the most wonderful thing she’s ever been given

Coran, as it turns out, knows a ton abt plants and their medical uses. he helps Hunk set up a medicinal plot and teaches him how to best make use of their healing properties. soon, Hunk has an entire cabinet and first aid kit stocked full of pills, gels, poultices, seeds, and powders handy for when someone gets injured or comes down with something. if anyone gets so much as a headache, Hunk is there with a homemade remedy 

Pidge has absolutely no semblance of a green thumb and is allergic to pollen, so they tend to stay out of the garden, but they do help Hunk rig up some UV light lamps and watering systems to keep the plants happy and healthy. Pidge even goes the extra mile and sets up a timer system so that the lights will dim to simulate day and night cycles and the sprinklers will turn on whenever the soil moisture gets too low

Keith comes to the garden bc he ends up being the only one who hasn’t visited it or helped out with it yet. Hunk can tell he’s trying to make conversation when he remarks that the whole setup is pretty cool and occasionally asks what this plant or that plant is, but he doesn’t try to bore him with talk abt plant care. instead, he lets Keith experience the plants, grinning at how his eyes go wide with interest when he shows him how a Sakrot’s leaves will change color according to your mood when you touch it, how Gilmies secrete oil that smells different to every person, and how a fully grown Carnivorous Diwot can bite through solid metal and dissolve it in minutes