Good luck with the blog! ^-^ So... What if Dabi's s/o is a civilian and the heroes discover and go ask s/o somethings if you know what I mean (like they are sure of the connection between them), scenario please! And sorry for my bad English...
aah thank you so much!! sorry that this took so long! and your English is flawless please don’t apologize for it!! i hope you enjoy :-)
You were walking in the streets, on your way to pick up some groceries for your little home. However, you felt some beady eyes staring at you, you look back to see no one. You shrug, thinking it was just you being paranoid. You were almost at the grocery store, until you were stopped by a mouse with a scar across his right eye and a group of heroes behind him.
“Pardon me ma’am, sorry for the intrusion. Is it alright if we interview you for a minute?” the mouse inquires. You were utterly confused at the situation in front of you right now, so you just densely nod your head.
“Ah, perfect! Thank you for your time, please follow me!” the mouse continues. You follow him into a high school, further entering into a small room.
“Now, we need to ask you some questions on something that’s a tremendous strain on the world today. You are aware that the world today is swirling in chaos due to villains, yes?” you slowly nod your head, trying to follow what he was getting at.
“Great! To continue, we need to ask you if you know anything about any specific villains?” you give a baffled expression, mentally questioning his tactic in asking you out of people.
“Uh, I don’t really know any villains,” you respond. You sweatdrop, remembering your significant other, Dabi. You saw your partner occasionally, and it was always a good time. Though, he didn’t have any interest in telling you what the League of Villains were up to. Not that he didn’t trust you, he just didn’t want to worry you with the dangerous schemes they were up to.
“Hmm, are you aware of a young man with burns on his arms and on his face?” he continued to question. Oh man, if that wasn’t the biggest giveaway that he was talking about your boyfriend, then weren’t you dense? How were you supposed to cover up this mess of a story?
“Um, I have a boyfriend..who had a really bad relationship with the people around him as a child and has burns some parts of his body? But I assure you he is not a villain, he always buys me flowers and gives the nicest hugs and lets me borrow…” you accidentally ramble on your partner, you suddenly stop and look at the mouse, Nedzu, and he sweat-drop, as do the rest of the heroes in the room.
“Ah, that’s great to hear, I’m very happy for you! Thank you for your time and sorry for the disruption” he ends, signaling the end of the interview. You nod your head and give a small smile and say it was no problem. You leave the facility and give your lover a call.
“Dabi, you won’t believe what happened to me today.”
Hey, your English is flawless. Even if you make tiny mistakes it’s completely okay!! I know you feel bad about it, but you are not a native speaker. But even that doesn’t matter because many native speakers themselves butcher the language far more than you ever could (idek how they do so to that extent). You are a phenomenal speaker, and any minor mistakes you make are truly ignored in conversation. I’m in awe of people who learn another language ❤️
omg annabel this is so sweet i’m ;_____; thank you so much i’ve been having a hard time with this in the last few days and your words make me feel so much better ;_____;
Sweat dripped down my face in the summer heat as Murtagh and I walked through the crowded streets of Paris. Jamie was in a meeting. A meeting he said that could ‘Change the future of Fraser Imports forever!’ It was also the only reason we were in France. His cousin Jared decided that he wanted in on Jamie’s business, to add to the products he could sell. What I knew of Jared Fraser was that he was a flamboyant, eccentric, wine-aholic who drank more of his stock than he sold; but Jamie was hopeful for this deal, so I would try to be as well. Although it was hard when eight, nearly nine months pregnant and unable to be comfortable no matter what I was doing.
“Easy lass. Do we need to stop at the cafe on the corner to let ye rest?” Murtagh asked me, concern lacing his voice.
“Yes, please Murtagh. That would be fantastic. I would love a glass of water or decaf tea if they have it. Oh! And a chocolate–no cherry–no custard–no straw–”
“I get it lass, decaf tea and a pastry of any sort, aye?” Murtagh laughed.
I blushed and nodded sheepishly, damn pregnancy cravings.
Murtagh patted my knee and turned to go in the little shop. I sat admiring the sights and sounds of Rue de l'Ancienne Comédie from Le Procope, St Germain des Prés. So many people were laughing, talking, or strolling down the street. I smiled and rubbed my bump, thankful for the small life that was doing their own strolling around inside.
“Easy little one, I’ll get you some food shortly. Just as soon as Uncle Murtagh comes back you’ll have something.” I whispered affectionately.
I pulled out my phone to check and see if Jamie had messaged; nothing from him but Ellen sent an email. Probably wants to know the gender of the baby… again. I shook my head and opened the message.
Darling daughter how are you? Is Brian’s nephew treating you alright? I just wanted to know when you and Jamie were planning on coming home? I have so many ideas for the bairn’s nursery here at the family estate. Are you sure you don’t want a particular theme for the wean? A boys room with firetrucks or a little princess palace?
I know the two of you said you wanted to keep it a secret but I really must know! At least let me help set up the new house for you! You really shouldn’t be around the paint fumes. Just tell me the theme and the name and we’ll add cute little details to the walls!
Your Darling Mother-in-Law
I let out a snort at the same time Murtagh arrived back.
“What was that for? The lad cracking jokes at ye again?” He asked handing me my iced tea.
“No, it’s Ellen. She’s quite persistent with wanting to know the gender of the baby. Jamie and I haven’t told her or anyone else the gender. I wanted it to be a surprise for the day we bring our little one home.”
I looked up at Murtagh who had a twinkle in his eye and a smirk under his grizzled beard.
“No! He told you?” I said exasperated.
“Aye, not on purpose mind ye. He was staring at the little print out intently one day at the workshop and I glanced over his shoulder. So you’re really not going to tell anyone?”
I sighed. “No, because then people will ask what name we’ve chosen. We’ve just now started discussing names, and we can’t agree on anything! The name I like and the name Jamie likes are so different from each other, I don’t know what we’re going to do. This one is going to be here and soon.”
“Aye, I ken you’re troubled, but dinna fash, it’ll all work out in the end.” He sat down and pushed a tray towards me. “Here, ye look as though ye could use some sustenance.”
I looked down and my eyes went wide. “Oh my!”
Murtagh laughed. “I told the waitress that my niece was pregnant and couldna decide on which pastry she wanted, so for the price of two she gave me all the different kinds she had.” Murtagh shrugged.
“Seems you may have an admirer if she gave you such a deal on these.”
The tips of his ears pinked. “Naw, she was just bein’ kind.”
I forced back a smile and took a drink of the tea. “If you say so.”
The pastries were delicious, I managed to eat all but one. The scent of the cinnamon and apples made my stomach roll. Murtagh took the opportunity to ‘save me’ from the horrible thing, by eating it in three bites.
“Where to now lass?” He asked me, brushing stray bits of pastry from his beard and shirt.
“How about the A2Z Art Gallery? I saw that on one of the maps and I’d love to browse the local art.” I said content, feeling the baby stretch and settle down after all the food I consumed.
“Sounds wonderful,” Murtagh replied, though I couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic or not.
The gallery was tiny, but beautiful. I wandered from piece to piece, admiring the beauty and talent of the creations. Just as I was looking at a sculpture based on the Jacobite Rebellion of 1745, an odd popping sensation hit me and I felt my knees go weak. A rush of fluid fell down my legs. Oh God! Not now, not here! Oh please not now!
“Murtagh!” I yelled and multiple people around me shushed me.
“Murtagh!” I called again, he came running, his eyes going wide when he saw the puddle of clear liquid mixed with blood.
“Christ lass, is it the bairn?”
I nodded, his face went pale.
“No! You cannot pass out on me Murtagh Fitzgibbons Fraser! You need to get me to a hospital and call my husband, now!” I commanded, feeling the first of the contractions hit me. I groaned in pain.
“Oh, Christ! Yes I’ll get ye to where ye need to be.” He picked me up and carried me out the door, not bothering to tell the workers that a pool of bodily fluids now coated their floors.
Luck was on our side, a cab was sitting outside the building waiting for a fare. Murtagh clumsily said in French what was happening and the cabbie smiled ushering us into his car.
In the car Murtagh called Jamie.
“He’s not answering lass.”
“Call–him—again–until–he–does!” I panted out.
I groaned as the car sped down the streets making turns too sharp for me to stay upright.
Murtagh cursed beside me.
“Try the office—oh!—See if they’ll get you through to him!”
Murtagh nodded and tried.
“The damn receptionist won’t let me through saying ‘Mr. Fraser is not to be bothered.’” Murtagh said in a high-pitch, horrible French accent, drawing out a ‘z’ in Fraser.
“We are here Madame and Monsieur!” The cabbie said. “Congratulations and good luck!”
“Thank–oh–you.” I replied as Murtagh shoved a wad of bills into the cabbie’s face.
Inside the nurses rushed me to the nearest birthing room and began the preparations. Murtagh was not allowed back.
“I–need–my–husband!” I cried through a contraction.
“Is he the man with the beard?” the nurse asked in English. I shook my head.
“No, that’s my–ugh!–husband’s uncle.”
“That man is family?”
I nodded unable to speak. “I will have him call for your husband, madame. Try to relax.”
I scoffed at the idea of relaxing.
A doctor came in to check on the progression. “Mrs. Fraser?” She asked.
I nodded. “My name is Doctor Hildegarde and I’ll be helping you with your birth today.”
Her English was flawless with only a slight French accent detectable. I nodded at her again and breathed out a thanks.
“Your contractions are very close together. I’m just going to take look, oui?”
I nodded again. When she sat up, she turned behind her and grabbed a mask and gown.
“What? What is it?” I asked in hysterics.
“It is time for your baby to come, Madame Fraser. On the next contraction I need you to push.” Dr. Hildegarde said calmly.
“N-n-no! It’s too early! I’m not ready! My husband isn’t here!” I cried.
She shook her head, “The babe is ready, so is your body. Your husband will be here shortly so do not worry. It’s time.”
I felt the contraction and pushed.
What felt like hours later, with searing pain rippling through me the doctor yelled stop.
“I need to clear the babe’s airways and turn their shoulders. Do not push!”
I panted and gripped the railing of the bed.
“Ok, Madame Fraser, push again. Your child will be here soon!” She encouraged.
I bared down and just as the cry of the baby filled the room, the slam of the door and a frantic Jamie appeared.
“Jamie!” I sighed in relief as both the pressure was gone and the comforting presence of my husband arrived.
I felt him smooth my hair back and kiss my temple.
“I’m so sorry, mo nighean donn! I’m so sorry.”
“You’re here now, that’s what matters. Go check? Please go check on our baby.”
Tears filled Jamie’s eyes. He smiled and nodded, kissed my lips then went to the other side of the room. He walked back with a small bundle in his arms.
“Do you have a name for the babe or shall we just say, ‘Baby Fraser’ for now?” A nurse asked.
Looking down at the baby the name we couldn’t decide fit perfectly. A combination of two choices we both wanted. Jamie saw my look and nodded.
“Aye, we have a name.” Jamie told the nurse and she smiled, and filled out the name card.
After I was cleaned up and moved to a recovery room, Jamie called Murtagh back.
“Ach! Look at that hair!” Murtagh exclaimed, tears falling into his beard as he surveyed the newest member of our family.
“It’s beautiful and so curly, just like Claire’s.” Jamie said smiling, holding an iPad out from him.
The facetime call rang and rang. Jenny was the one to answer.
“Brother!” She greeted smiling. “Where are ye?”
“Jenny can ye go get Mam, Da, Ian, and Lamb?” Jamie asked. “I’ll tell ye all at once, aye?”
“Aye.” She replied warily and called the family in to gather around the phone.
“Jamie! Did the deal go well? How’s Jared?” His father asked.
“Da, I’ll tell ye more about that later. For now I want to share something else with ye.”
“Where are you, my boy? And where is Claire?” Lamb asked looking confused.
I smiled and spoke up. “I’m here Uncle Lamb, but we are in the hospital.”
Before they could speak or ask too many questions, I grabbed my baby from Murtagh.
“Family, we would like you to meet, Fergus Henry Malcolm Fraser, our son.”
Hey ! I love your blog, and thanks to make me discover MGRP, an awsome anime ! I have a question : If you discover your boyfriend is a crossdresser (or if you know already he is one), how do you will react? Accept him ? Reject him ? Tolerate him ? I'm asking this since I crossdress a little bit (not often) and i know girls react to this differently.. Sorry if my english is bad, it's not my native language. Thanks :)
Hi beautiful baby!
I’m really happy that you found MGRP and like it!
Well if I had a boyfriend (which I don’t 😱) and I learned he liked / enjoyed doing that, I wouldn’t mind.
It’s 2016 for fuck sake, we have a lot of options available for us to enjoy (call it turn ons, preferences, kinks, whatever) and nobody should be ashamed of whatever they like as long as they’re not hurting anybody with it.
Boys and girls that like crossdressing for fun, sex or whatever are totally fine to me. It’s like role playing and it’s hot. It’s not something to be ashamed of. If you have a boyfriend or girlfriend you should let them know since it’s something you enjoy and your bf/gf needs to understand, and if they don’t, then they’re not the one for you.
A bf/gf is that person that completes you, supports you and loves you for what you are (whether it’s liking to crossdress, swimming naked, Yuri On Ice, maths, etc) so I think it’s healthy that if you’re beginning a relationship with someone you should tell them about this, waiting will only make it worse because you both might get hurt (that person might not be into that and then the relationship can fall apart) so I think it’s the best for you to be honest and say it before getting in a relationship so that you can find out if that’s the right person for you, if they are, they’ll accept it (and if you’re lucky even like it too!) if they aren’t, well there won’t be any relationship and that’s less heartbreaking that already having feelings for someone and the relationship being suddenly finished.
I don’t think that this only applies to turn ons, kinks or whatever you wanna call it, I think this is important for every important aspect of your personality. Of course, you don’t need to be knowing each other for 7 years before getting in a relationship but I do think that it’s important that before you do, you both need to know the basics and main/fundamental aspects of each other so that you know if you are the right person for each other.
So beautiful baby, do not hide whatever you like (it’s not healthy to hold back aspects of your life/personality) and let that person know (if there’s one).
If that person doesn’t understand well fuck them, they’ll miss a great person! (and also you’ll be able to move on and be free to meet the right one!).
I hope everything works out for your beautiful moon rabbit!. You deserve it!.
Let me know if you need anything.
And do not worry about your english, it is totally flawless!.