I love Riyo Chuchi because we get her first episode and she is kinda… meek? Kind of a push-over, expecting other people to solve her problems. Then she womans up and negotiates a treaty with the guy who killed her boss and we’re all like--yay! Good for her good for her, glad she had that little character arc.
And then we get her second episode and she has died and been reborn a stone cold badass. She has left the baggy blue pants behind for the short red skirt. She can and will talk terrorists into a corner, when she herself is literally cornered on their own private prison ship. She is besties with a Jedi. Senator Padme Amidala of Naboo compliments her speeches. She is now Good At Politics and she is going to make that the Trade Federation's problem specifically.
Hey luv this account!!!! Can you please up all the fluff that is after mj before Katniss and peeta have kids (idk if at smutty) pretty please! Thanks so much
Here’s a list of fics that fit!
Fire - KateToast
This Moment - nightcheese27
Flour Fingertips - KatMellark21
The Wedding - @soafterr
Your Voice Like This - acciograce
Morning Light - @\maddmaddworld
The Right Way - maddmaddworld
Let’s Try This Again – ThirtySomething aka @lifeisshiny
We Grow Back Together, Part 1,
Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 and Part 5 – @dandelioninthemeadow (PIP, Rd6, Days 1-5)
"You cannot help, Kisu-nii!" were the words that came out of Ryota’s mouth when he woke Keith up at 2 in the morning.
"Help with what?" Keith asked, a little concerned. Ryota’s face was filled with absolute determination.
"Kono keiki!!" the little boy said as he lifted the giant Devil’s food cake mix that he was clutching with both hands.
Keith sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, “then why did you wake me up?”
Ryota tackled him and shoved the cake mix in his face, “‘m not s’pose to do this without adult superpowers!”
Keith pinched Ryota’s cheek, “then how am I supposed to help you without helping you?”
"A-aaa!" Ryota protested and attempted to get away from Keith’s death grip on his waist. He said something in Japanese Keith didn’t understand when he finally escaped. It was cute.
Keith got out of bed and lifted Ryota. “Tell you what,” he said, “I’ll read the instructions and operate the oven. How about that?”
"That’s what I said!" Ryota nodded as Keith carried him towards the kitchen.
Five Times Hiro Cared for Someone and One Time Someone Cared for Him (2/6)
(chapter one)
"Don’t you have anything better to do than hang around out here like a creepy old man?"
"So? Aren’t there any bullet ants in that bush?" The voice said.
As if on cue, he felt a sharp sting on his pinky.
He yelled—No, he can’t yell… If he does, his cover will be blown and his observation time would be cut short and—the ant bit him again and he couldn’t stop himself from yelping and standing up. He was met by the unimpressed face of Terry Mercado.
"Hello, Hiro," she said, tapping her foot and giving him a judging look.
Hiro felt sheepish, “h-hey,” he started, “did you know that the plant life and ecosystem around your café h-has so much biodiversi—”
"Uh-huh," said Terry, still looking unimpressed.
"Yeah, there’s an interesting ant there somewh—"
"I know that those ants weren’t what you were observing," Terry now had a scary glint in her eye.
"I HAVE THE RIGHT TO REMAIN SILENT!!" He blurted rather loudly (Travis always told him to plead the fifth when he gets caught red handed).
“Hay nako,” Terry fixed her bangs, “if you want to watch my cute little brother, you can always just come in.”
This time, Hiro really was struck silent.
“I’m sure you can afford a cake or ten.” Her smile was downright scary now (Hiro often wondered how such a cute teddy bear could be related to someone like… her).
Before he could say anything, Terry was already pushing him inside the café.
"H-hey!!!" He protested.
"Shhhh," Terry hushed him before yelling, "Hoy, Teddy~! We have a customer that needs to be seated!”
Out comes the most beautiful adorable angel in the world. Teddy Mercado, possibly the world’s cutest living thing in the world. Rumor has it that a simple smile from Teddy can bring world peace. The sparkle in his chestnut eyes was always hit with the perfect amount of sunlight, the luster of his hair was like the sky just a few minutes before the storm ends (he makes Hiro feel very poetic indeed.)
And then he disappeared.
"Teddy!!" Terry yelled.
(“I’ll save you.” Hiro would say with the deepest and manliest voice he could muster.
"Hiro-kun,” Teddy would say, “you’re my hero.”
Teddy would wrap his arms around Hiro’s neck and Hiro would carry him bridal style towards one of the lounge chairs.
They would spend an eternity locked in each other’s ga—)
"The floor is flat and dry, and you’re not even the one wearing heels!" scolded Terry.
A small sob came from the lump on the floor, “I c-can’t stand.”
It broke Hiro’s heart, really. Without a second thought, he cut in the middle of the twins and lifted Teddy from the floor.
"I’ll save you," he tried to say deeply (although it wasn’t really worthy of even the worst Batman auditions).
The twins only looked at him weirdly.
"I-i meant…" He gulped and positioned Teddy on the lounge chair (but ohh, Teddy smelled wonderfully like freshly baked cookies, and his hair was so soft and—).
"Uhm," said Teddy, "thanks, Hiro."
"It was my pleasure!!!!" Hiro said, although he may have done so with a little too much enthusiasm.
He saw Terry fixing her bangs again, “we have a huge problem, we’re understaffed today and you can’t walk.”
"I’m sorry," Teddy sobbed again and buried his face in his fingers, "I’ll w-work harder next time."
From the corner of his eye, he saw that mad glint on Terry’s eye again (she was still fixing her bangs, what was wrong with her bangs?).
"Whatever shall we do?" Terry gave an exaggerated sigh, "at this rate, we can’t buy you that new Pokémon game."
This was it. This was the moment. This was Hiro’s chance to save the day. He stood up with determination (and maybe tried another Batman impression), “I’ll take over Teddy’s shift today.”
And so that is how Hiro found himself working for The Market Cafe (or alternatively, how he found himself selling his soul to Terry).
