The world was cruel, and once again it showed such truth as fresh blood soaked into dark clothes, resulting their color to become even darker as the young male trembled lightly. Itachi wasn't ready to say goodbye, wasn't ready to let go, which showed as obsidian hues were wide with tears running down ivory cheeks as a plea, unspoken, danced upon an unmoving tongue. It shouldn't have been her, but him, why, why. "I'm sorry.. I'm sorry--please.. Forgive m-me, kaasan.." left fair trembling lips.
“ Even now, you’re… ”
This had been a mistake. A consequence of her own pride and blindness. They warned her; it was too early for her to take on such a mission, the years of civilian life having dulled her. But she insisted, reminding them of her skill and talent and kills. Surely, a blade as sharp as her would be useful even after so long out of commission. Mikoto pressed her hands against the wound, grimacing as she felt blood rush past her fingers. A wound this deep was a death sentence, regardless if there was a iryo-nin nearby.
The sight of Itachi crying startled Mikoto more than the guts spilling out her stomach. Even as an infant, he had always been so docile, and few things ever urged tears out of his eyes. A hand trailed up to his face, stroking the cheeks of her most gentle son. Why did he insist on such self hatred? On blaming himself? Mikoto had no true wishes before she died, but she had regrets, small and rare as they were. One of them was being unable to rid Itachi of his awful mentality. The boy felt as if he had to bear the weight of the world on his shoulders… Mikoto had truly failed as a mother by letting her son develop such a lust for martyrdom. Time was running out. The air turned cold and invasive as her blood soaked the earth. There was little she could do, nothing more than a corpse that could talk at this point, but… But perhaps, even if only slightly, she could ease Itachi’s suffering.
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summary: raising a toddler is…hard work. frankie and you just want a night to yourselves. but your kid shows up in the doorway like “mommy i want cuddles” and you’re like “oh…but baby can’t you sleep in your own bed” and your kid is like “no i’m sick!!!” (lying) and frankie (the girlfather that he is) is like aww baby come up in here.
warnings: no warnings. only FLUFF. fluff tooth rotting fluff. like actually...........dentist calling fluff. so much fluff. its so fluffy man. its SO fluffy. its so fluffy...........................im just writing this with a huge grin on my face :)) reader's age is not specified but late 20s/30s, frankie is 37, but really, they can be the same age! bipoc friendly reader!!!! guys its just fluff. and like 2 kisses, sort of makeout? ur kid is clingyyyy and you love her very much.
authors notes: it’s like. 2am rn. on a FRIDAY. FRANKIE FRIDAY!!!! hey…so frankie is a girldad AND. and a wife guy. that’s it that’s the fic. thank you for listening. i just know he would be so tender and so sweet as a father and as a husband, god i need this so badly. great kisser too, just the ideal guy. this was initially a javi idea but then i was told this would fit frankie more, which led me to watch triple frontier again for the first time in 5 years. wow it did NOT disappoint. god i have to release this into the world because this is SO sweet. its like my hands started typing before my brain started working. SO SO SWEETTTTTR THIS IS SO SWEET. this idea has taken over my brain and before you knew it i had 1.7k words just in my google docs. it’s not very long but it’s honest work :) thank you for @berryispunk for reading over this and letting me yap. pls let me know if anyone would like to see a sequel of this little family (with the son!!!), if not this can just be a oneshot. a little too much yap and like NO plot. none. reblogs and likes and follows and comments are actually just love to me. FRANKIE IS A SWEET DAD!!! and i know!!! i know he wants two kids a girl who looks just like him (carmen here) and a boy who looks just like reader. frankie has a little trauma but he’s got a beautiful family as well!!! i want him to be happy…woa this is long...anyways...im going to bed now :) goodnight i need to update my harry fic…harry castillo my husband i am coming for YOUUUUUH
you haven’t had a night to yourself in so long. it’s not frankie’s fault. of course, he’s teaching at the local flying club after the…incident. and it’s not your fault either, your part time job has you in the office half the week. the other times you and frankie split the time taking care of your daughter. two years old and the brightest star in your life, she has her father’s eyes and he insists she has your smile.
your daughter who is two years old and incredibly clingy with both of you, and you worry how you’ll be able to take her to nursery soon, when both of your hours get demanding. she gets all overwhelmed when she isn’t near either one of you, and you and frankie are no better than each other when you see your daughter cry.
but tonight, the stars have aligned, and she’s fallen asleep on her unicorn bed. frankie altered her crib with his own hands to make it fit for her as a toddler, lowering the bars on one side. (not that she used the crib a lot as a baby, always waking up after being placed in there.)
she’s fallen asleep on her unicorn bed, with the stuffed unicorn beside her, and so have you. you’ve just read her a chapter of her favourite book, and your husband has just finished the dishes when he walks into the carpeted room.
his footsteps are padded, but when he sees you there, his heart melts. his two favourite girls. a gentle kiss on your lips wakes you up, and he fights the urge to comment how much you look like sleeping beauty right now.
your neck will have a crick in the morning if you sleep like this, and he doesn’t want you to be grumpy in the morning. you follow him out of the room, a glance at your daughter as you do so. making sure she’s tucked up all well and good, making sure she’s comfortable for the night.
when the two of you reach your room, he kisses you a little more deeply, teeth grazing your bottom lip as he intertwines your hands with his. you in your nightgown, glasses perched on your head as your hair was tied into a low bun. your hair escapes the bun anyway, and falls over your face. cute, he thinks.
you kiss him back like you haven’t kissed him in ages, like he tastes like your favourite candy. sugar and sweet but he’s fresh of the mint hum he chewed before he got here. you’re sure you taste of dinner and tea anyway, but the kiss is nice.
you nuzzle into his shoulder, stifling a yawn with his bicep. your teeth press into his tanned skin, and he looks down at you.
“come here often?” it’s a stupid line, and it works on you. it worked on you three years ago at a dive bar, and it works on you here again. it works on you every damn time, with the way it’s so suave, even if you can see the earnestness behind his eyes,
he always blushes when he sees you, always always blushes, it’s unreal how lucky he got, after everything.
“no, not really.” and here is your two bedroom apartment that you’ve built into a home, here is your shared bedroom with a soft duvet and fairy lights that you insisted on twirled around your curtain post.
he kisses you again, all desperate, like he needs oxygen to survive. his hands on your shoulders, pressing your arms. You are beautiful and the ring that glints on your finger, his dog tags around your neck means that you are his. and he likes that very much.
the bed is plush and inviting, but the two of you are so exhausted, you want to sleep. a good nights sleep could cure you two, and maybe leaving carmen with a sitter tomorrow when you went on a date would be nice. you know how frankie wants to give her a baby brother, and you know in your soul the next child you’ll have will be a boy.
“you look beautiful.” he blurts out, like he’s a silly teenager with his first crush again, not the 37 year old man he is. you giggle at that, and brush a stray curl away from his face.
“sure sure, whatever you say big guy,” you say back, head resting on your pillow, which is his arm.
he rubs his hand over your lower back, feeling the cotton of your nightdress against his hands, callused by the pilot’s stick he’d clutched on all these years.
“m not that big.” but his bicep is the size of your head, and you hide your face into it like you’re the silly teenager with a crush now, instead of the grown woman you are in your thirties.
it’s nice, just to get an evening of rest when…
your face is pressed against your husband’s arm, half asleep, and you don’t hear the footsteps until they are outside the door. a knock, and then the door bangs open.
“mama, i sick!.” your daughter announces , standing on her little feet, her shadow on the floor, illuminated by the light of her room behind her. your eyes immediately widen, and you pull away from your husband to meet her own dark brown eyes.
“darling, when, when, where did you get sick?” you scrambled off the bed, worried, crouching down to check her face, her hand against her forehead. she’s so tiny, but her hair is an unruly, fluffy mess of curls, just like her father.
her temperature is fine, but she frowns and pushes your hand away.
“you don’t feel sick.” you say, tilting your head, and you can see the mischief in her eyes. catfish has little duplicate in her.
“oh.” she scrunches up her face, and then sniffs dramatically. “see, i sick!”
your husband has walked up behind you, and places a hand on your shoulder.
“is she sick?” he asks, in a low voice, and you straighten up to talk to him.
“no.” you bite back a grin, “she’s not sick, she was fine when i left her thirty minutes ago.”
“oh i see,” and then he kneels down to her level, “i see, so mama doesn’t think you’re sick?”
“but i am.” she’s too dramatic, should win an oscar in the next twenty years or so, “that’s why i need mama or papa to sleep next to me.”
“how does that work? hm?”
“so can chase the sick away.” she nods, very definitively. well.
“she makes a good point mama, what do you think?” he lifts her up in one swoop, so that her bright eyes are on the same level as you and your husband.
“i think carmen should try and sleep in her bed, no?” but it’s a loosing battle.
“reaaaally?” he scrunches up his face the same way she does, and they’re so similar you wish you could throw your pillow at them. “can’t believe you want carmen to chase the sick away on her own.”
“she’s not sick.” you smile anyway.
“that’s because mama and papa will chase the sick away, yes?” he holds her up, but she’s already burrowing into him. your daughter and her father with their large brown eyes will always make you break, you shake your head and with a sigh, point to the bed with your thumb.
“okay you two, in the bed you go.” you shoo him, and he carries her onto the bed, she curls up right next to him with her head on the pillow.
she bares her teeth at you, and then turns her head away, “see papa nice.”
“alright” you do your best to be stern but the corners of your lips quirk upwards anyway, “sure, and papa’s not going to be nice tomorrow when he’s feeding you broccoli.”
“ew.” she agrees, and then pulls you by your hair closer to the two of them, he can smell her soft baby shampoo, the strawberry flavour you like. her hand curling around strands of your hair, pulling it with her fist.
her father’s hands come to stop her from pulling at you, and you can see the paint on his nails matches hers. it’s purple and glittery, and you remember last weekend when she insisted on getting her nails done to match her unicorn. this unicorn obsession was spiralling, and you know frankie was looking at buying her a unicorn rocking horse for her next birthday. you smile to yourself as you see the glitter reflect in the low light of the room, and you catch her father’s eyes.
“purple?” you mouth, and he shushes you.
“she’s asleep, mi corazon. don’t disturb her.”
“mmm” she agrees, always agreeing with him, of course she’ll agree with him, her father is her favourite.
she falls asleep quickly, frankie patting her on the back with his gentle hand. he hums a lullaby, but she’s out by the third verse. both your presences soothe her, you know that, and she soothes you just as well. you always get worried about her, having her sleep on her own bed is anxiety inducing for her as much as it is for you. but that’s for another day, today you fall asleep looking at your daughter in your husbands arms.
and you fall asleep to the sound of your husband’s soft snores, and your daughter’s hand on your face.
bonus!
the next morning when he wakes up, he has both his girls curled up in on him, his daughter on his chest, with one hand pulling her mother close. his wife, you, sleep with your face right next to his, chin resting over your daughter’s head. he nuzzles in your hair with his nose, and you stir but don’t open your eyes, you smell of coconuts and pineapples like your favourite soap. you smell of home and happiness, and he knows you’ll be awake soon to make breakfast.
the sunlight flows in through the curtains, the purple of the morning slowly fading away. you look beautiful in the early morning light, and he yawns, before going back to sleep with dreams full of a smiling you, with your daughter and a son with your eyes.
thank you for reading!!! any comments are super appreciated!!! lots of loveeeee angieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee (yell at me about updating the harry fic) my requests and inbox and everything is so open please talk to me about this fic, or any of my other fics!! carmen is like frankies little labubu
i keep seeing peter in gotham fics (i love them send me more pls) but i cannot stop thinking about if he & nat both got sent to gotham… just stick with me okay!!!
so it would start off with something like:
“a soul for a soul, the price to pay was steep and unrelenting. it was unfair and unforgiving, and yet without hesitation, natasha romanoff flung herself from the side of a cliff. this universe no longer needed the black widow to keep earths mightiest heroes humbled and steady. it squandered it’s soul away the same moment as she did, but perhaps— well maybe there was another place, another world and realm who could use a little soul. maybe, in a city of bats. a couple of spiders would be just what they needed.
because, well… plucking a soul from an infinity stone can’t be too hard. no. not for me. not for the watcher. and while the bats may need natasha romanoff, natasha romanoff needs peter parker. she needs something, someone to fight for and with. for she may have grounded the avengers, but they also grounded her. kept her on the straight and narrow, and peter parker could be just that for her once more. yes,”
the deep timber of a strikingly calm voice echoed in the recess of her mind, she could almost picture who was speaking to her. could almost see the god-like figure in a blue cloak with whitened eyes. and yet? no memory of the man when she had awoken, gasping for air, sucking it in and holding her breath as if it could be stolen from her at any moment, she had no idea how she was wherever the hell she was.
it had taken her approximately ten seconds to come to, catch her bearings and stand up. she was in a darkened alley way. it was dingy and she could hear sirens in the background, and a slight groan from behind her. quick to action she turned, her eyes widening in the slightest of perception when she caught sight of the little spider before her.
his hand was on his head running through his hair and rubbing a sore spot, his eyes still closed but he was clearly awake. she was besides him in a moment, squatting down to help him up. when he felt her hands on his arm, he looked at her, startled and unsure— but certain senses were calm.
“misses black widow ma’am… where are we?” he asked her, his voice was robbed of a certain innocence and the sound almost broke her heart. it was so unsure and confused she had to fight the urge to run her hand through his hair in a comforting way.
“i don’t know, kid” she huffed, helping him to his feet.
“but i’m sure as hell gonna find out,”
—|
the following ensues: nat & peter figuring out their in another dimension. nat seeing child soldier robin and immediately boxing batman assuming he’s a bad guy. peter making the joker cry by making fun of him the way spiderman does. nat stealing cass from batman. tim drake and peter parker friendship. dick grayson looking a lil too much like richard parker. natasha immediately being reverse-adopted by the batkids, as in they claim her as mom. “mom and dad are fighting again” one of them says when nat is yelling at bruce for something “ten buck says mom kicks his ass” “you’re on” “???she’s not ur mom. i’ve actually legally adopted you. betrayers” “you didn’t adopt me. so she can be my mother” “YOURE MY BIOLOGICAL SON” natasha immediately clocking batman is bruce wayne bc of brucie wayne
should i write this??? i feel like i should???? is there someone who would read this????
i mean the instrument lol but my affection extends to viscera lmao
BLOODIED SAMMY HOLDING BROKEN GUITAR??? OH FUCK YES NON LINEAR NARRATION MY BELOVED >:DDD
quick question has anyone made a colour/ camera angle analysis or something bc im sure theres so much to be picked apart in every shot and every scene but i dont have the knowledge to appreciate it lol so if anyone does or knows if a video or essay or post exists pls lmk :D
OUGH PAINED HUG
OUGH THE SCARS
OUGH FLASHBACKS
first pretty sky appreciation! thank u ryan u get it man
sammy and his mama!! aw <3
im probably reaching with this lol but does anyone feel when overlooking a large expanse of anything really (fields or water for example as far as the eye can see) that its unnerving as it is tranquil? just me? is it the cinematic camera field that feels so unusal to me that makes it feel this way? whos to say. anyway lol
SMOKESTACK TWINS AWW YISS
its actually unreal to think that both were played by one (1) micheal jordan like good lord thats some legendary planning shooting editing etc
like the shadow and smoke manipulation (?) is so clever so far the attention to detail is brilliant and feels very natural.
DEFINITELY reaching with this one lmao but the thingy looks like a cross #religiousimagery
dude is that what mbj sounds like lol fjdskjdf im so used to seeing gifs and stuff hearing anyone for that matter say the thing™ is something i need to get used to XD
nah we cousins
infinite swag. also wheres that post about their suits and attire in general reflecting different mobs and mafias, smoke and stack being ireland and italian inspired respectively iirc
GROWN MAN BULLETS YOU TELL EM
realtors and landlords being asses since the dawn of time lol
miles catons voice u agree.
miles caton u agree
go preacher boy go! fr though his voice is so wonderul to listen to.
idk how to descibe musicality or auditory stuff in general so ill go with sammy voice melodious and me like
is it me or is the lighting on sammys dads face and the absence of light on his [sammys] own (also somewhat reflected in their backgrounds, the son being in a darker corner than his father in the light) also visual imagery provocative of the classic good vs evil, lights vs dark, sinner vs saint
did i cook with that or am i still reaching lol lmk ur thoughts
also sammy looks up (anticipation?) whereas his dad looks down (authority) so.
alright fine ill stop. she said like a liar
three primary colours ☝ symbolism for something im sure.
spoilers below ig lol? warning for blood and animal death
blood looks like chocolate :( dumb pet peeve of mine ik lmao i am very obnoxious when it comes to blood and gore (i like mine anatomically accurate lol) so unless snek blood is just darker like that this scene is my least fave so far lol
also it wouldnt look like that of the blade im sorry but i dont buy it
kindred get over urself its a cgi danger noodle.
me @ me whenever i
LMAO THE BROTHERS ARE FIGHTINGGGGGGGGG
so siblings <3 makes me emotional
smoke is clearly the older brother lmao i feel for him
mighty fine day to be free aint it DONT TEMPT THE FATES
STOP IT NO DONT JINX URSELVES NOOOOOOOOOOOO
hug counter: 2 (le twins. excuse me while i go cry)
how is bro still standing surely that would have shattered his pelvis???? oh right they didnt hire me as a medical accuract consultant my bad lmao.
"i was doing better before u shot me in the ass" IM HOWLING
no one told me this movie was funny as fuck lmao
A KNEE SHOT TOO HOT DAMN SMOKE ISNT PLAYING AROUND
WOOF
cool blood physics lol another point to ryan
stack and sammy are killing it i love their dynamic its soo good
LOOK AT HIME ALL PROUD AND SHIT
THATS HIS BABY COUSIN RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
as an eldest grandkid i feel this shit in my pancreas
the chows southern accent is special to me. im (linguistically and literally) having the time of my life listening to everyone talk but i saw it pointed out in a post so im appreciating it now :D
DELTA SLIM LMAO PLEASE
rip preacher boy sammy
RIP DELTA SLIM U DONT MESS WITH SAMMY NOT ON STACKS WATCH NO SIR
coming out as a smoke and grace best friends truther.
JDFHDJKJFHDJS stack and his bougie beer is frying meeeeee
fun fact about me i love harmonicas. this is so random lol but its true. anyway sammy and delta slim are a match made in musical heaven and i love that for them
OMG PEARLINE HI ooh i see u eyeing the preacher boy girlie
mary is going to blow i should take cover-
delta slims line hits harder and hurts more this tie around. is it because im hearing it for the first time or because still see the reality of it some a hundred years later?
This is my first time ever reading it and I know next to nothing abt greek mythology so if I interpret anything wrong by all means pls correct me
Im reading the Robert Fagles translation
I think Achilles is officially about to enter his crash out era and honestly......hell yeah
I thought the whole "The best of the Myrmidons" thing was gonna be something that was just made up in the song of Achilles but Patroclus being the best of the Myrmidons is cannon I can die happy
Anway Antilochus reaches Achilles, who is running over the reasons why Patroclus is not back and he is basically like "I hope he's not dead."
😀
Antilochus tells him that Patroclus is fucking dead.
Achilles falls to his knees and starts screaming bloody murder
Um I think he pours dirt over himself?
Mans is ripping his hair out, the whole nine yards
This attracts the attention of the enslaved women nearby and they start crying and shit too.
Please stand up ladies don't mourn for any of those men
Antiochus is crying. EVERYONE IS THROWING A FUCKING FIT
The collective sobbing grabs the attention of Achiles' mother, Thetis, and hearing her son in so much pain causes her to start crying as well.
And then all of her damn sisters start crying too
She comes up from the seabed to ask Achilles what wrong with him
Achilles tells his mother that there is no joy in living anymore since Patroclus is gone. He laments that he loved Patroclus more than anyone and that he's lost the will to live.
But before any of that, Achilles says he must kill Hector
Thetis tells him that in killing Hector he will end up killing himself and Achilles goes "Then let me die at once."
Then somewhere down the line, Achilles is talking abt his whole thing with Agamemnon and he says "Let bygones be bygones."
LMAO now you say that?😭
But there's a problem. Achilles doesn't have any armor to go into battle with. His mother tells him to just chill for a moment, she'll get him some new armor, and to not even think about going into battle until Achilles sees her return with his own eyes and then she leaves.
Menelaus and Meriones are still hauling ass back to camp with Pat's body while Hector is hot on their damn heels
But both Ajax's are shutting that shit down
Iris speeds down to Achilles and she's like "Hey, Hector is really trying to fuck up ur friend's body so at least show your face to let them know you still exist."
Achilles does that while letting out a war cry and the Trojans kinda start shitting their pants.
So they turn tail and start running back to Troy
Now everyone is back in their respective camps
Hector and a bunch of other ppl start planning what tf to do next.
Polydamas goes "Ok guys Achilles is back and that's really scary so we probably should pull back to Troy and recoup before we do anything."
Lmao Hector is so funny to me for what he does next. He gets angry at Polydamas for even suggesting something like that and he says "Arent you sick of being caged behind those walls?"
HECTOR WHAT BRO? YOU'RE ALWAYS THE MAIN ONE BEHIND THE WALLS OF TROY.
Every time shit doesn't go as planned the VERY NEXT paragraph is about how Hector is back on the wall and needs a god to tell him to get the fuck back out there.
I love him but what is he talking about rn😭
So Hector and the rest stay put.
The Greeks are fixing up Patroclus's body for his funeral. Homer tells us that Achilles has to sacrifice 12 Trojan youths to show how upset he is???
Like where the hell is he going to find 12 boys to just kill?
But Patroclus cant be burned until Hector is dead
Cut to Zeus and Hera talking about something, it's not really important
Cut to Hepaestus, he gets into the whole story abt being thrown from Mt. Olympus. But now he says It was Hera who threw him and not Zeus as we are told in an earlier book.
Ig Homer can't keep his shit straight?
Anyway, Thetis is the one who helped him when he landed on the ground.
Thetis meets up with Hephaestus and says "Please make my son armor."
"Okay, You should visit us more by the way, me and my wife love you" - Hephaestus♥️🧍🏾♂️
Anyway, Thetis is the one who helped him when he landed on the ground.
So we get into this whole scene of Hephaestus. It's really pretty and ornate.
He finishes making the rest of the armor and lays it at Thetis's feet.
She takes it and gives it to Achilles, and that's where we leave off
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someday, one day (hc scenario)
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prompt: gemini the twins, enemy-lover soulmate au
pairing/s: kaeya x gn!reader
sypnosis: when you thought he was your enemy but is actually your lover.
includes: spoilers on diluc and kaeya's backstory, spoilers on genshin's official webtoon, violence, physical pain, burns, arguing, enthusiastic!diluc (pls take note that its canon that he USED to be like all the other pyro characters b4 his father's death.),
when you first met diluc, it felt like he was your knight in shining armor.
the first time you two met was when you accidentally fell down from your balcony after leaning too much on the railing and diluc managed to catch you bridal-style whilst he was on patrol around the city as a knight.
it truly was romantic– and a near-death experience for you.
so when you found out that his name is imprinted on your wrist, you felt ecstatic, and so did he.
since then, you two were known as the youngest soulmates who had found each other in mondstadt, people admiring your relationship with envy and happiness.
of course, you and diluc were a happy couple. although you would be lying if you said diluc is overall your type, you managed to find yourself falling in love with the man.
when crepus, diluc's father, found out about diluc's once-in-a-lifetime moment, he simply laughs and pats you and his son by your backs with a proud smile.
"by the time my son turns 18, we better make arrangements of your wedding! it's a ragnvindr tradition, after all." he comments eagerly. you honestly weren't sure if the man was joking or not.
it didn't take long before you meet his dear brother, kaeya.
when you find out his brother's name is the same as the one that's imprinted on your other wrist, being surprised is far from your reaction.
"don't worry about it, y/n." diluc reassures you one night as the two of you stroll around the city together. "i'll make sure nothing will go wrong between you and my brother. besides, you always have me, right?"
if diluc hadn't tried what he said, perhaps things would've gone differently than now.
in fear of being enemies with your future brother-in-law, you decided to avoid kaeya like a plague, giving the young man apologetic looks whenever you walk away from his presence.
as much as you're avoiding the man, you couldn't imagine hating on kaeya. every night, you always think of what can make kaeya your enemy. what is there to hate him? he's funny, chivalrous, everything that screams your type of men.
wait.. type?
your heart drops from the moment you started thinking romantic things about diluc's brother, looking behind you to see your soulmate sleeping soundly with a frown plastered on your face.
is diluc really your lover?
doubts started to cross your mind. what if diluc isn't your soulmate? what is there to prove that kaeya is your enemy? are you just overthinking things?
"i can't think about this." you murmured to yourself, pulling up your comforter before laying back down on your bed and try to fall asleep.
"i have a wedding to worry about next year."
just as you said, you did try not to think about the possibilities you have with the two brothers, distracting yourself with tasks and dates with your lover, who's quite oblivious to your problems going on inside your head.
unnoticed by you, you weren't the only one who has been burdened with your thoughts.
by the time diluc's birthday has arrived, the two of you started to get excited from your future wedding, excited to finally marry each other after years of spending your adolescence together.
you didn't expect an inconvenience during diluc and crepus's trip.
you didn't expect crepus trying to save diluc from a monster using something that no one but snezhnaya has ever heard of.
you didn't expect crepus asking diluc to put him out of his misery.
you didn't expect diluc to come strolling back to your shared home with blood stained in his clothing at a late hour.
you never, ever, expected your lover to fight his own brother when he took a visit.
and you did not expect your lover to plan on leaving you and everyone.
"what do you mean you're... you're leaving?" you ask in disbelief, staring at diluc as though he has two heads. "can't i go with you–?"
"no, this journey will be too dangerous for you–"
"this applies to you as well! you're not an immortal or some god–"
"i can do this on my own, y/n." he says with his eyes narrowed. you couldn't help but scoff in disbelief. this isn't the diluc you know and loved.
"but diluc.. isn't this too much? your father... i know crepus's death is too much but, why can't you stay?" you whispered, cupping his cheeks. "what about our wedding? the life you and i planned after your bi–"
"my father died and you're seriously thinking about our wedding?!" diluc forces your hands away from his face, glaring at you. "why can't you understand that i'm trying to find out the truth on this delusion–"
"i do understand!" you yelled out. "i do understand that you want to do this for him but what about monstadt? the knights? what about your brother–"
"HE'S NOT MY BROTHER!" he yelled, lashing out at you as you screamed in surprise when you saw fire in front of you, immediately covering your face with your arms out of reflex.
you didn't notice how your lover's eyes widens on what he did,
you couldn't notice him, not when you're too focused on the huge burns on your arms.
"oh my god..." diluc murmurs, slowly taking a few steps back as he takes a look of what he did, ignoring the sudden presence of adelaide and elzer, who both gasped from the scene.
your eyes starts to water from the intense pain, trying not to cry out and scream your heart out in fear of making your lover feel regret. you could honestly care less on what diluc is doing, all you could think about was the intense burns from your arms.
suddenly, the door was slammed open by kaeya– who was wet from the rain outside.
"what the hell did you do to them?!" kaeya exclaims, running towards you with a shocked look on his face. "i'll take you to the cathedral alright? the sisters will heal you." he whispers, wiping off the tears from your face as he wraps his arm around your shoulder and takes you towards the doors.
before diluc could let out a word from his mouth, kaeya gives him a glare.
"you may hate me for what happened," kaeya says.
"but for celestia's sake, don't ever come to them or call them your lover ever again."
that was the last time you saw diluc.
you eventually find out from the chattering nuns that the man had already left monstadt with no news of when he'll return, causing everyone to pity you and for diluc about what happened.
you were thankful that no one except the nuns found out about the incident of your arms.
throughout your stay in the cathedral, you usually find kaeya beside you, keeping an eye on you with a concerned look on his face. you honestly couldn't imagine what would've happened if the man didn't storm inside dawn winery. would diluc actually try to help you later on and leave? would you have suffered more with your injuries as he stands by watching you in disbelief?
whatever outcome you could think of, your heart ached from them all.
would diluc stayed had he been the one who tries to take care of your injuries?
either way, you knew the man is no longer the one you fell in love with from those years ago.
as years grew by, so did your friendship with kaeya.
although it was awkward from the start, you eventually warmed up to the man who you thought is your enemy, feeling more comfortable with him than before.
the two of you started having careers by then, with you having a successful career whilst kaeya becomes the calvary captain of the knights of favonius.
although the two of you are busy, you agreed to always meet each other at night in angel's share, where you drink the night away and talk about anything that comes out of your minds.
there wasn't a day when you thought about diluc.
thankfully, your burns weren't too severe and is slowly fading away throughout the years. but that doesn't mean the memories you had from it disappeared as well.
ever since that dreadful night, you started having nightmares about the incident, always finding yourself sitting up from your bed with a scared look on your face.
you wished you didn't want to see diluc this way, but you honestly couldn't bare to face him if he ever comes back to the city.
you don't see him as a lover or a friend. all he is to you at this very moment is your nightmare.
your nightmares simply washes away when kaeya comes up in your mind.
whenever you think about your so-called destined enemy, you felt comforted and safe. it was understandable really! you were touched by how he took care of you regardless of you being his "enemy".
however... now that you could think about it, the calvary captain has a lot more common with you than diluc himself. the fact that his brother made you laugh a lot and supported you in many ways made you started thinking that maybe diluc really isn't your destined lover.
your heart skips a beat from the thought of kaeya being your true lover, the smile you wore never fading away.
perhaps when you're finally starting to move on from the relationship you had with diluc, maybe... just maybe, kaeya could be the one you've been hoping for.
you started to sleep more peacefully, excited for the future that awaits.
somewhere in the calvary captain's home, the man is dreaming and hoping of you too.
abstract — the one where ransom gets a taste of his own medicine, but you happen to be so much sweeter than he’s ever been.
pairing — ooc!ransom drysdale x fem!reader
wc — 4.1k+ im so sorry lmao
warnings — cheating (if u squint its very vague), angst, fluff, slight self deprecation, ransom is kinda nice idk, i want a soft!ransom drysdale now pls, this is also very messy so read at ur own risk!
[m blabs] — howdy howdy! first time ransom fic. woot woot! still kinda finding my voice w writing so i hope you like it! <333
His mouth set in a hard line as you continued to curl into his chest, the span of your confidence seemed to be wiped away with a nightmare from the past. Part of him was upset you hadn’t told him anything, the blind leading the blind, as you stepped foot into his family event. Seeing the last person you’d ever thought would be there.
Surely by now, he thought you would trust him but it was more than evident you still didn’t. You persisted on hiding everything from him, anything you were sure might tick him off.
Well, Ransom wasn’t necessarily known for biting his tongue. Although, in your presence, he was learning what to say and where to say it.
It really surprised him. Not one woman had been able to tame him, not since he’d be fucking everyone in sight. His desire was endless and not one single individual would be enough for his fill.
Then, he found you drunk and sobbing on the concrete, right outside of the bar he was exiting. To this day, he still couldn’t tell you why he stopped for you. He never really paid attention to anyone if it wasn’t to his own benefit. Ultimately, meeting you was, even if he wouldn’t realize it then.
You flinched from his touch when he patted your shoulder, gently asking if you were alright. If anyone asked him, Ransom would surely deny he felt you pull at the strings of his heart in an instant.
He just knew.
Maybe it’s why it took him so long to accept it, to believe in what he felt for you. Definitely not because you did nothing but be the most wonderful human he’d ever met. More had to do with him.
Ransom dropped you off the first night you met in your small apartment downtown, definitely on the rougher side where he thought his Rolex sporting his wrist may get stolen.
A cute little thing like you living in a neighborhood like this — didn’t make much sense to him. Then again, it certainly checked out with his privilege why he didn’t.
Truly, Ransom didn’t realize how fortunate he truly was. Of course being a trust fund brat gave him the ignorance to live in an unmatched state of bliss.
He still remembers the moment.
Watching as you fumbled with your keys, finding it more than difficult to open your front door. It was cute, with your tongue poking out between your lips in concentration. Now, he wondered how he’d forgotten why he’d gone to get hammered at the bar in the first place.
“Here, let me help.” New to Ransom, he offered a giving hand. Grabbing the key from your jittering fingertips before unlocking your door. He tried to hand you back your keys, but you pulled him so close, your chest touching his own. Dragging two rapid hearts through your apartment.
“You smell like him.” A dopey smile on your face lighting every dark sight of Ransom, not that you’d know it did. “I smell like who?”
“My ex-boyfriend.” Your hands cupping his cheek, but you were too drunk to realize how Ransom flinched from your touch.
He didn’t push you away either.
“But he definitely didn’t look this good.” Defying all laws of his own nature, Ransom let you stay in close proximity to him as you felt him up. Your hand resting on his chest, traveling lower stopping at his stomach. “Definitely didn’t feel this good.”
He watched as you sighed, your puffy eyes were only slightly swollen and the mascara was still staining your skin with the rest of the makeup you wore. If anyone had asked him, you’d looked like a wreck but he still found you alluring.
Ransom always liked his women looking more than fucked out, usually from gagging around his cock. Not crying over a broken heart. Nope. He definitely did not like dealing with a woman's sorrow.
“He never let me touch him though. Guess that should have tipped me off.” You let your hands travel back up, wounding themselves around his neck before they applied more pressure — pulling him into you.
Ransom found you pretty confident for not even knowing anything more than his first name and the car he drove you in. You were definitely craving attention and maybe he’d be more than happy to oblige but the little voice in his head Dr. Shoal told him to listen to was being a pestering, little bitch.
What did Ransom want?
Right now he wanted to drown himself in some sweet ass pussy. He knew you would give yourself easily to him, especially in your drunken state. Clinging onto him like he was a vine.
The smaller part of him, the better part, knew you were drunk out of your mind. Absolutely plastered, but you had to stand there looking like a goddess.
He didn’t really know why he was letting you touch him, maybe in hopes the deeper, darker side of him would win like it always did. Ransom knew better, even if he tried to hide it from everyone including himself.
He liked you. From the very first moment, he knew he’d have to get you. Whether it cost your own sanity or his, Ransom didn’t care.
It’s why he left you drunk and alone, safely tucked into the comfort of your sheets with his number left in your phone. Even taking the liberty of texting himself from it.
He could never be too careful. Letting you slip through his fingers was simply not an option.
Thanks to him, you didn’t forget about him.
The next morning your memory only held vague images of a handsome stranger helping you home, thankfully he seemed to be nothing more than a doting gentlemen. The first for you to ever come across.
Until later in the afternoon the following day, Ransom introduced himself and checked up on you, worming his presence into your life.
Then he kept talking to you everyday, surprising even himself in the matter. Truly, he couldn’t help it. Part of him loved how gently you spoke to him on the phone. No one ever talked to him with such a level of care.
He always warranted yelling, usually he was the one who stirred the pot. He enjoyed it, and thrived in a chaotic environment. It’s what he grew up in. Ransom was more than comfortable with his own family yelling and cursing him out until the sun came up. He did just the same.
So, whenever you sweetly asked him how he was, it threw him off guard.
Not a single soul even cared or bothered to ask him anything. Truth be told, Ransom was a sack of shit treating everyone like they were the gum beneath his shoe. It didn’t matter who talked to him — Ransom was simply more superior in every conceivable way.
He would succumb to not a single soul. Paving his own way through life, with only the money from his trust fund of course.
Then the two of you fell into each other and he could pinpoint the exact moment he did.
The weeks and months blended together. He couldn’t really tell you why he was still lingering around, while he got nothing in return. You did get him off once or twice, but he wasn’t fucking you like he really wanted to.
Maybe it was the innocence in your eyes pulling his soul into the very little good he still had left within him. Or maybe it was the way your thumb dragged over his cheek when you thought he was in slumber, blissfully unaware of your touch.
More importantly his favorite thing, the way you let him hold you when the two of you cuddled. Your arms wrapped tightly around his waist, bouncy cheeks pressed into whatever knit sweater he decided to wear that day.
It was all the little things, unknowingly making him fall in deep like he never had before.
Unwelcoming to him, his mother came barreling in one Sunday afternoon, while you slept in his arms. Even as Linda screamed his name, you never jolted, out like a log. Safe in the peace he kept you in.
Linda looked annoyed, irritated he even had company in the first place but not surprised. What truly shocked her was they both had clothes on. Not truly believing Ransom was capable of such a sinless interaction.
He knew what she wanted; he didn’t even have to move from his position to continue a private conversation. Not that it would get him off the couch, and out of your embrace in the first place.
“I said no. Don’t know why you bothered coming here.” Linda angrily sighed. “You should at least show up.”
Ransom didn’t notice, but subconsciously continued to run his fingertips up and down your spine. Linda did. She noticed that he didn’t even care she was judging him, but let you remain unbothered sleeping in her son’s embrace.
“It’s for Walt. You need to be there.” She stepped closer, hoping the increase in her volume would wake you. “I expect you to grace us with your wonderful presence as does the rest of the family.”
The sarcasm dripped, attempting to coax him out of the four walls he never seemed to leave. Not recently, anyhow.
“I already told you, I can’t.” Now Ransom was irritated and he really wished she would calm the fuck down. It was one day, one event. There would always be another, that much wasn’t lost on him. “I have plans. Send him my best.”
Assuming it was the rumbling of his chest when he spoke, you moved jolting yourself in his arms, before remaining still again. His heartbeat continues to soothe you.
“You have plans? What else could be more important than your family?” The louder Linda’s voice grew the more you stirred, pissing him off.
He really needed to change his locks.
Even if he had no intention of going, he needed his mother to leave. Really for your own sake — trying to save you from Linda giving you a cold shoulder followed with a third degree burn.
“Fine. I’ll go. Can you just leave?” She accepted Ransom’s submission, before looking at your figure. Sound asleep and clinging to her one and only, sinking your claws into him.
She really didn’t like the way Ransom was looking at you. Linda was positive he would never be able to care about someone other than himself, but here he was, holding you close to his chest.
Almost like his life depended on it.
“Who is she to you?” With a raised eyebrow, eyes narrowing to you before meeting back with Ransom’s cerulean blues.
“I don’t know yet.” Ransom paused looking down at you, so beautiful. Holding a light so pure, so radiant; he hoped no matter how cruel he could be, he’d never act like that towards you. “Maybe someone I don’t deserve, but want to be better for.”
His rough, calloused fingers drawing mindless patterns on the exposed skin of your waist. He didn’t know what Linda said next or when she left.
Time seemed to stand still, his confession hitting his chest fiercely. He let himself sit with it for a moment, before you woke up. Enjoying a moment where he didn’t have to deal with anything, he didn’t have to say a word.
He could just enjoy the moment without eyes judging him or you questioning why his eyes seemed to shine just a bit brighter whenever you were around.
It was the first of many. Moments where he felt small pieces of himself chipped away into your care. Planes of existences within him no one had ever scratched the surface of.
Much like right now as you cried into his chest, begging for mercy.
Because you were afraid. Terrified you had made the worst mistake, an unforgivable one. You lied about your past and to Ransom it felt like more than a betrayal. More accurately he felt a dagger in his heart placed strategically with your murderous hands.
He’d never felt such empathy and pain at once. Maybe he’d never been empathetic a day in his life at all.
Until now.
To make matters worse, he knew his entire family was watching the whole scene from the window. It wasn’t from worry or concern for either one of you. Mainly all of them enjoying pain being inflicted on Ransom.
Linda of course wallowing in her ego, he could practically see her bask in her own pride. Another thing she’d been right about checked off the list.
The rest of the family watched the two of you fight with shiteating grins permanently stamped on their face. They’d never seen Ransom care about anyone but you. To watch the relationship he held so close to his heart blow up so publicly, only fueled the fire to Ransom’s rage.
Except Harlan.
Even through his hot, beating anger Ransom was trying his best to comfort you. To calm you down even if you had been the one to be caught red handed. Harlan couldn’t believe it, someone Ransom seemed to care about more than himself.
More than any of his family. Not that Harlan was offended. Well, maybe a little, but more so he was thrilled his grandson finally found someone he had to grow up for. Someone he had to earn, not buy.
No bribes. No schemes. No games.
Just you.
“Hugh, please talk to me.” How could he? It’s not like he had much to say. Maybe he did, he just wasn’t sure how to get the words out without hurting you or himself.
“I know I lied and I fucked up, but please — we need to talk about it.” Soft hands reaching for his own, but he brushed them off, his hands snaked higher on your waist. “We should have talked about this the moment you met me.”
Dead silence is all you were met with as he walked the fine line of pushing you away, leaving you behind and pulling you closer than he ever had.
“You’re right. I should have told you the truth but can you blame me?” He met you with solemn eyes and his own heart beating rapidly. “Yes I can.” Ransom was trying to act cold and distant but the two windows to his soul told a different story.
“That’s fair.” Even as he was holding you, Ransom still felt like he was a galaxy away. He was withholding himself from you like a turtle retracting into their own protection. A year ago, before he met you, he knew he would have never even recognized it.
Now, you made it possible for him to be aware of just how much he had changed. He broke old habits of his own just to please you so when you disappointed him, this unreachable high standard he held you to, it shattered his sense of self.
“Did you still love him?” Ransom questioned you. “I did. At the time, he’s all I ever really knew. I thought that’s what love felt like. The only image of love I had was the one he gave me. So, I ran with him and it crushed me.”
Ransom had to pretend the words you were speaking didn’t split him into you two. The image of you falling in love with someone else was enough to make him wanna strangle your ex.
His friend.
“Then we just got into one really big blow out. Right in the bar in front of all of his friends I had met for the first time that night.” You reached for a chunk of his sweater, clenching the material in your hand, like you were trying to convince yourself to let the words fall from your mouth.
“He told me how much I’d been irritating him and I couldn’t help but notice every girl he flirted with and touched right in front of me.” You tested the waters, placing both of your hands over his chest, the beat of his heart calming you down.
“Then I just cracked. It was only one of the many fights we’d been having over the course of the past few months. Everyone single argument pushed me closer to the edge, until the last one actually did.” You sighed, watching as he frowned.
“I ended things that night, before getting thoroughly plastered and soon enough crying on the cement. Wasted and lonely out of my mind, until I met you.” You moved your hand from his heart, cupping his clean shaven face.
“You made me realize I never knew what love really meant or felt like.” This piqued Ransom’s interest.
You said love.
Could a tragedy bring out the words Ransom craved to hear more than anything in the world?
Maybe you cared about him, more than anyone ever showed him. But loved him? How could someone be as hateful as him be worthy of someone like you?
Even if you had broken his heart, he’d done far worse to more people than he could count. He wasn’t really in a place to judge but it didn’t change the fact it still hurt. A lot.
“Hugh.” You heard him gulp rather loudly. “Yes?” His tone came out as more of a question than a response.
The silence he gifted you was unsettling at the very least. “You've barely said a word.” He was surprised he didn’t scurry off in his beamer the second he saw the guilt reach your eyes.
He was surprised he hadn’t let his anger take over and let the rage he felt inside body take it all out on you.
He was surprised he somehow couldn’t inflict a single hateful word towards you, even as you sat with his heart in your hands.
In pure bliss of just how much you owned him.
“I hate it. This fucking corner you’ve back me into. Not to mention for the prying eyes of my entire family to watch the show.” The sharp tone he uses sensoring you. “You used me just to get back at him.”
“Like I was some pawn in your game and I really even shouldn’t be mad.” He paused, trying to choose his words as carefully as he can. “I’ve done the same thing to so many different women. Used them and threw them out at my earliest inconvenience.” To your surprise, even Ransom’s, a single tear left his eye showing you how much you really meant to him.
You hated yourself for letting it get to this point.
“But you? I could never even think about hurting you. I could never live with myself if I treated you like everyone else because you’re so much more than that to me.” The tears continued to roll. The dame Ransom kept shut his entire life, opened because of you and he just wanted to make it stop.
He would give anything — even you.
He just wanted to not feel like a piece of shit for once in his life. For a moment, he thought he might have a chance to be something more than the picture he portrayed in everyone’s mind. You showed him maybe it was more complex than it seemed.
“I just assumed I was that for you.” You sighed in frustration, softly wiping his tears away. “You are, though. You are more than that.”
“Then how could you be so okay with lying to me?” The crease between his eyebrows only created more of an indention as he felt the anger trying to escape out of him.
You let the tension get to you first.
“Because I-I was scared if I told you the truth, you’d never tell me.” You puzzled him once again. You softly reach up between his furrowed eyebrows, the pad of your thumb smoothing it out.
“Tell you what?” His mind was clouded with the possibilities of what he could have missed.
“I can’t spell this one out for you.” You were tired of being the one to do everything first. Even if your intentions weren’t free from fault once you realized who he was, your feelings for him were anything but.
“I don’t know what you want from me. You only let me fall for you because you knew how much it would hurt him.” He bit back, growing impatient and tired. “Any other time, I would have cared. Probably would have been more than happy to assist. But you made me-”
Then Ransom cut himself off, jumping out of the swing and away from you.
“I’m sorry. I can’t do this. I thought I could.” He literally sprinted to his beamer, but you chased him.
You were hell bent and just as crazy as he was. Maybe it’s why it worked for as long as it did.
“Hugh! Get back here.” You were running, thankful you’d gone for a more casual outfit today, the sneakers supporting your feet far better than the heels you’d usually wear.
Maybe if it was someone with a normal childhood upbringing you would have just cut your losses but this was someone who chose to be called Ransom.
This was someone who chose to run away from love and care because the only affectionate way he knew how to treat someone was to throw money at them.
This was someone who had the communication of a ten year old because that’s when his own mother didn’t bother to mess with him anymore before sending him off to boarding school.
This was someone who didn’t know how to love — and to be loved.
By the time you caught up to him his was digging for his keys, but he couldn’t fucking find them.
“Hugh Ransom Drysdale.” Your tone was sharp and he knew you meant business. “For once in your life, stop running away.”
“Why not? What good has it ever done for me to stay?” His back was facing you, his broad shoulders stilled with the rest of his body. Almost like he was ashamed of what he was hiding.
“I can’t speak for everyone else. I can’t speak for your mother or for Richard. For Harlan or for anyone else you thought might abandon you and really did.” You inched you way closer until you knew he felt how close you were to him.
“I can only speak for me.” Giving yourself, the final piece of you to a man who might run away from it.
You were so close he felt your breath on his back, and it made him tremble. He was shaking, terrified of it all. You didn’t let him be for long.
Intertwining your fingers with his, as he kept them at his sides, rubbing your thumb along the palm of his hand.
“I’m sorry for the way I hurt you. Lied to you. You never deserved it. Never.” You thought it would be easier if he didn’t have to look at you while pouring your heart out to him. A theory proved to be right as he gave your hand a squeeze.
“You’ve done nothing but treat me like a princess. You’ve done right by me, more than anyone else I’ve ever met in my life. It made me feel inadequate. My dark secret, always looming over us like a dark cloud of my own personal doing.”
“I’m sorry I haven’t done the proper thing by us and made you feel like I used you. You had every right to feel it because I did.” You took a deep breath, mustering up the courage to face whatever the future held for the two of you.
“I never expected to fall in love with a trust fund, playboy brat.” You felt him take a deep breath, like a breath he’d be holding all his life could finally be set free.
“I love you, Hugh.” The next thing you knew he had you pushed up against the car, lips hungrily attacking your own.
All forgiven because you love him. You actually were in love with him.
He couldn’t fathom it really because you’d been the first. To accept him just as he was. The first to refuse to call him Ransom because you like the way Hugh rolled off your tongue better.
You liked how he felt on your tongue, too.
The first to tell him Fran and Marta should call him Hugh because you wanted to be the only one who got to. The first woman to cook for him, willingly and not attached to the Thrombey payroll.
The first woman he had ever fallen in love with.
The first one he’d stick around and not run away for.
So, he kissed you. Hard. Softly whispering how much he loved you into the kiss, because maybe he wasn’t ready to say it outright. Loud and proud.
Yet, he felt it with every bone of his body — no longer lost in the blues.
Becoming a Family With Him, Part 3 // Shuichi, Hikaru, Rhion, Luke, Eisuke
so this came out, as further celebration for the anni. VERY GOOD, much more appreciated than the prior story set lol that one was kind of boring but i get it
they made the kids for all the... kid-less ones, and the eisuke one that used to be VIP-exclusive is now here for everyone to buy (rip those ppl who gacha for it)
my rambling behind the cut (spoilers!!)
shuichi // as ud expect, shuichi has a literal hime ass looking girl (kikyo) for a daughter. she’s only 6, but is pretty calm and ladylike. She even calls her parents with –sama so... ok
luckily shuichi does not strip down all the way in the presence of her daughter and only takes off his suit coat. thanks dad
anyway since shuichi has a break coming up, he wants to have a family trip how nice. but then the dang girl wants to go over to see eisuke WHAT
when soryu exists and lives a block away? unrelatable, im closing the app
anyway eisuke is her first love, which wtf he’s like 20 yrs older than u. even worse, mc says she’s been in love since she was like 3.
shuichi is reconsidering the benefits of democracy in his mind but eventually relents. but then they’re still following the fucc-days rule they set years ago. well, as he says in the story, RULES ARE RULES
blah blah i don’t want to go over everything bc then it’ll be boring reading the story when it comes out in engl right? also im tired bc it’s 1 am and i just want to play toontown in bed but nothing really bad happens. they are a v cute family bc shuichi is a pleasant and mature dad. kikyo and mc even do a little surprise for him at the end and it is very sweet. i feel like out of all the families, this is the most ideal
mad hatter // so they have twin sons named Rui and Kai. Rui is the childlike one that resembles Rhion in personality, Kai is the more mature one that resembles Al. man i forget that boy’s name but u get me
i know they only can use stock bgs but it’s killing me that these dang kids get to sleep in what looks like separate king sized beds.
even though rhion is now a father of two, he still acts like... 10. i mean he still horni but it makes me feel weird
later it’s revealed that Ota teaches them both as an art tutor bc they both showed an interest in art. this is cute bc ota is bad with kids in this universe LOL
the ending on this one was weird cuz the kids didn’t show up in the entirety of the last ep bc it was about WORK. so uh... interesting
hikaru // so their son is named akari. haha get it because it means light. like how hikaru also means light. can mc name her kids unrelated to their father or is that against the Geneva convention
this kid actually acts like an actual little boy. like what hikaru would’ve probably turned into if not for the whole sad backstory. the story starts with akari just bringing a dog randomly home one day. he actually saved the dog (it is very cute bc he did not want the dog to cry), and then after a talk they decide to keep the dog as long as akari knows the responsibility of taking care of an animal.
so next day, the bidders come over to their house and everyone’s like woaw a dog. lol they come into their house as guests and eisuke and mamo still demand for beverages, they all suck
akari names the dog... “Light” (Raito) and i want out of this nightmare. Naturally bc Light is an abandoned dog it’s still kind of bad with interacting with things. But then Light suddenly be giving the ( ╹ਊ╹) to soryu bc remember, animals love him. everyone clowns on soryu for being an unintentional dog whisperer and then akari is like “soryu san pls make me ur apprentice” and he gives some advice like approaching it slowly, and talking to it from the front instead of back.
blah blah there’s a situation where Light goes YEET after a Doberman gets all angry and then hides bc then another dog is scaring it. hikaru swoops in to the save the day as the Real Dog Whisperer. ok it’s cute when hikaru actually gets to look cool for once LOL
luke // luke is cute on the bc “pre-story” scene he’s actually pretty open to the idea of having kids; he actually goes “well imo we should think abt it pretty soon, but i wanted to hear ur opinion on it”
but then he gets horni. and then he’s like “our kids are going to have your collarbones. awesomeee im looking forward to that” ....ok
ok cut to the actual story and they’re in Japan. Luke’s kid looks... strange versus the others. why are his eyes so big? omg voltage his eyes arent going to be saucers just cuz he half white
also the kid’s name is Yuri (Or Urey). They couldn’t think of any other Brit-styled names? Like Harry? Henry? William? Wilfred? hey stan be my princess btw
he’s pretty cute, though he gives serious “timid kid that gets bullied in the children’s movie” vibes. He calls Luke “daddy” and mc “mammy/mommy”.
so luke talks about his relationship w/ soryu and eisuke and then yuri is like “i want friends like that” wow cute but also find less ethically-complicated friends
so luke lets yuri meet a young patient of his (haru) so they can be friends. they get along so it’s good. haru gets in critical condition later so luke zooms outta there to do the operation.
LOL but at the end yuri is like, “i want to make more friends. (...)
can i go to the bidder’s room from now on?” this boy works fast
And then he’s like “Eisuke-san... please be my friend.” HIS POWER. even eisuke was like :O
so then eisuke orders a whole bunch of food and books up to the penthouse. But then yuri’s like “...i like eisuke’s eyes” and everyone’s like oh man that’s gonna be his fetish
Baba: why have u started to have an interest in eyes
Yuri: I read it from one of daddy’s medical books
Hikaru: wtf u can read that at 4???
(...)
Soryu: wat
Yuri: um... i want soryu to be my friend too
Yuri: bc soryu’s eyes are also powerfully cool...
eisuke // ok this gets an extended ramble bc the more annoying the story the longer i must complain
so you might be thinking, “oh so this is gonna be a flashback in some in media res styled story with your 2 kids, u know in the style of the others” and well, no
you just go straight to white screen into the flashback, back when eito was smaller and thus a little more cute. well it’s not really false advertising bc they did say “reminisce” in the description. but i wanted to see eito be a good big brother for a moment! or... less good? man i wanted to see kaito go waaaah like a baby idk i wanted to see him exist
so back to the story they cut to small eito. even as a smaller punk he does fight with his dad a little, just w/ a more narrow vocabulary to work with. tho at this point he’s still pretty sweet so clearly eisuke clowning him day and night was a negative effect on his development. (doesn’t treat his child like a child) (child grows up to a punk that doesn’t respect him) (surprised pikachu)
being the son of a billionaire means that this child has to go study at a very young age and listen to MOZART. no child of eisuke ichinomiya will be listening to degenerate bops like lee taemin’s criminal
next day they all go to the very fancy school that eito will be attending. eisuke does a speech, but then eito is all like “why is papa over there all the time” in reference to how all the other parents in attendance are having fun with their children, but eisuke is busy talking to other people for business and connections etc. etc. mc kind of has a hard time trying to explain it to eito bc... it’s honestly poor parenting...
eiji shows up after arriving late, and he’s like “gramps is gonna be with ya today! instead of papa” which is cute but then she’s like psst thanks for coming and im like oh... so grandpa just didn’t randomly come to the open house for fun he’s just gonna be surrogate dad while real dad is busy... aw...
and then at the end eito’s like FUC THIS KINDERGARTEN. eisuke is like “(smh) don’t yell in public. (despite everything) you are still the eldest son of the Ichinomiya family”
and so afterwards it’s clear that eito does not want anything to do with this school. he just sits in the classroom until mc is there to pick him up instead of playing in the courtyard or w/e, wanting nothing to do with the other kids.
so later there’s a hiking trip for the students and both of their parents, and mc asks eisuke if he’ll be available for it. eisuke is like, “i have a business trip that day, so I’ll have to adjust my schedule” and he’s been very busy in the opening of a new business or w/e. mc tells him to not do so much for something like that and that it’s ok if she goes alone with eito on the trip.
it’s the day of the trip, and mc goes alone with eito. she notes that a lot of dads did indeed come along for the trip. she apologizes to eito and says that she did talk to eisuke about the trip before, but he’s simply busy for this day. and im like... but girl, you were the one who told him not to change his schedule for the trip. yes a trip may seem less important than business ventures, but don’t make it sound like you weren’t the one who stopped him. lol. idk why im pressed abt this single line of dialogue bc later she does realize she fucced up there
well eito is just like w/e about it and has pretty much accepted that sort of thing
anyway eito goes missing later and one of the kids said that he told eito that his dad (eisuke) didn’t come bc his dad thinks that his work is more important than his son. so eito got mad and ran off somewhere
and then mc finally gets the lightbulb moment that eito... wants to see his dad!! he ran off to go try to see him somehow??? !! wow so sweet
it’s raining like a mf but then in her search for eito eisuke randomly pops out of nowhere. He’s like “ho i did not remember saying that i wasn’t coming” and she’s like “im sorrryyy” and both me and him are like “just find the dang kid”
ok yea they find eito, he starts being a good student, and u start to see where he starts being antagonistic towards his dad LOL etc. etc. lol this story annoyed me so i don’t feel like doing the rest of the play by play orz
