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fandomxs1 · 1 year
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1 and 17 from pregnancy/dad prompt with carlos. they hooked up, got pregnant, decided to try dating, and it's going well. also, strangers to lovers kinda vibe
Drunk Mistakes
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Summary: A Onenightstand turned into so much more than that.
𝟭:𝗔𝗰𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝗣𝗿𝗲𝗴𝗻𝗮𝗻𝗰𝘆 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗮 𝗢𝗻𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱
𝟭𝟳: 𝗟𝗶𝗳𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗕𝘂𝗺𝗽 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂.
Warning: Realistic Representation of Pregnancy, Being in denial about Pregnancy at first, Mentions of Throwing up.
A/n: heyyy! I really hope you like the Way i implemented this, i tried my Best. I highly Recommend listening to Music! Enjoy🫶🏻!(feedback is always welcomed!)
Pregnant, Pregnant, pregnant. The word seems to be Jumping around in your Mind as you hold on to the Sink for dear life. Tears fall down your Cheek leaving a Wet Trail. Everything seems to collapse as your Legs give in and you find yourself on the Floor. Covering your Mouth with a Hand, you let the Tears fall and fall and fall. The Upbuilding Panic inside of you is overwhelming and something you have never felt before..
Pregnant. The Tight Feeling in your Chest makes it hard to breath. Leaning against the Cold Bathroom Wall you continue to sob into your Hand making it impossible to stop. Denial, Anger and Regret fills you all at once. This wasn‘t supposed to happen. It shouldn‘t have. One Night. Six Drinks. And a Cute And Funny Spanish Man speaking to you. That‘s all it takes to turn your Life upside down forever. Drunken Words whispered onto Pillows some of them being spanish some english, Sticky Foreheads pressing against each other and a Comfortable voice filling your ears briefly.
Even though you were pretty drunk, the Night is infront of you as clear as the stars on a Cloudless Sky. Pictures flash before your Eyes. Carlos. That was his Name. Carlos Sainz. The Carlos sainz. Of course you were aware of his Status but you couldn‘t care less. The Smile he gave you the Night and the Way his Lips caressed your Skin leaving a Love Tattoo, was enough to make him not leave your Mind once for the past Month. Now it‘s different.
Something about him Changed. He‘s the Father of the Human forming in your belly. About the Baby that will have you as their Mother. And him as his Father. You as Parents. Because you had a Few Drinks more and had to meet his Father. You hate yourself. God how you wish you could blame someone else. But you can‘t. Not on him, not on your Friends that left earlier that Night with a few Men leaving you at the Bar you meet him. Now it‘s too late to change anything. Guilt fills you as you think of the Baby. How are you supposed to be a Mother?
All your Life you dreamed about the Perfect Life. With a Husband, A Dog, two Kids -a boy and a Girl-, in a Big House. This is not what you imagined. Not a One nightstand. All about him won‘t leave your Mind. The Way he said your Name making it sound so different apart from other People, the way he smiled at you making your Heart jump and the way his Finger would travel over your Skin making you feel like you are worth a Million Dollars. Everything about him is perfect. But almost nothing is perfect about this. In the Moment of grief you wish you could go back in time changing that night.
Nothing like that is possible. And it won‘t ever be. Your Life won‘t ever be the Same. Having a Child. How will you manage? How will you tell him? Will you tell him at all? Of course. How could you not? Leaving him in incertitued would be nothing but unfair. He‘s the Father. The Father of the Human you both created together, unknowingly.Shaking you lay aside the Pregnancy Test pulling your Legs in hugging them. Quickly you bury your Head in your Arms you continue to cry not caring about anything. You messed up. You’ll have a Child who‘s scent you have never smelled, they‘ll Have a Name you never yelled, they‘ll have a Touch you never felt, they‘ll have a Mother who has failed.
That was almost 7 Months ago. For hours you layed on the Bathroom floor crying not wanting to get up. Nobody came in to hold you. Nobody came to lift you up into your Arms and tell you it‘s gonna be okay. Until you called Carlos that Day. As you asked him if you could come over, you tried your Hardest to make your Voice sound strong but failed miserably. Only 15 Minutes later you were standing infront of his House nervously fidgeting with your Hands. Eventually you managed to ring the Bell. Your Knees got weak, your Hands sweaty and your Heart sunk as he opened the Door. Almost Immediately he saw your Expression and told you, you could come in.
So you did. Watching his Heart breaking, reflect in his Eyes made you tear up again. Finally somebody held you in their Arms, telling you it‘s okay. He told you he‘d be with you no matter what. That he will do whatever is necessary. His Words made your Lips form into a Weak smile, that made him smile too. And in the exact Moment you shared that brief Smile, you knew you would do it. Together. Hope and Faith was the Thing you held onto. Both of you agreed that it would be the best If you would move in with him. You did it all for the Babys Sake.
By now you don‘t look back at the Night regretting it. It was a Mistake. But the best Mistake you ever made. The Pain of it still echoeing sometimes is what makes you feel alive. Like a Conformation that this is really happening. And as you stand up from your and Carlos‘ Bed the heavy Weight of your Bump, causing you to struggle also confirmes it‘s real. Several times you felt her Kicking. About Two Months ago you found out, it will be a Girl. Secretly you been rotting for a Girl. Carlos and you have decided on the Name Sophia. Sophia. Each Letter seems like Perfection now that, the Name is hers.
It stands for Beauty and Wisdom. When Carlos first Suggested the Name, you immediately knew it would be the One. Not one Name even came close to it. Nothing could compare to it. As you walk out of the Bedroom you hear the Music coming from the Kitchen. Sometimes you still can‘t believe this isn‘t just all a Complete dream. Of course the first 2-3 Months felt weird. But soon you found yourself falling in love with Carlos. He took care of you when nobody else would. For your Whole Life you always thought there was another Half to yours. That there was your Soulmate somewhere out there. Since you were a Little Girl you waited for your dream prince.
But you didn‘t expect it to be a Guy who you met in a Bar and got you pregnant. He built you a whole World and gave you the keys to it. Keys to your Future. Together. 7 Months ago you asked yourself what could be good about your Situation. Now you ask yourself what could be bad about your Situation. You are with the Person that loves you just the way you love him. Your Baby is growing inside of you. Nothing about this could be bad. Except the Craving and sleepless Nights. But it‘s worth fighting for. In the End it would pay of. The Media completely went insane about your Pregnancy. They said they didn‘t know Carlos had a Girlfriend all this Time. If they only knew.
Apart from the Pregnancy you left everything private. Carlos‘ Friends freaked out too. They are the only ones we told how we truly got into the Situation in the first Place. And they couldn‘t be more supportive. Everything is perfect. Nothing could bring you down. As you enter the Kitchen, Carlos is standing at the Stove cooking for the Two of you. Well the three of you. Your face splits into a Huge Smile as Smooth Operator starts Playing. One of his Favorites. By now it‘s basically his mark. Every Fan knows it. As Carlos turns around he smiles even wider seeing you in his Shirt and Underwear. Even though your Hair is kinda messy, he‘s sure you couldn‘t be more perfect.
All Pregnant and Swollen. ,,The Music is loud.“, you chuckle. Grinning he pats your Bump. Since it began to grow and grow he‘s been obsessed with it. ,,she loves music.“, Carlos Tells you. Nodding, agreeing you give him a Brief Kiss. ,,How are you feeling Amor?“, he asks you. ,,Swollen.“, you pout. Bending down a bit he faces your Bump. ,,Giving Momà a Hard Time, Soph?“, he kisses your Stomach. Love fills your Heart as you watch him.Smiling he takes your Hand. ,,Dance with me.“, he smirks in his spanish accent. Gently he spins you around and now holds you from behind having his Hand on your Bump, slowly swaying to the Music. ,,I have an Idea.“, he whispers and places his Hand on the Underside of your Bump. Irritated you turn your Face to look at him.
All of sudden he lifts your Bump carefully. Sighing you throw your Head back. The whole Weight you have been carrying around lifts of you. Relief washes over you. Groaning you lean a Bit into Carlos. A Smirk plays over his Lips, knowing he helped you atleast a Bit. The whole Living Room is full with Kids Stuff. Toys, a Blanket with small Elephants on it and a changing table. Everything is ready for the little one to arrive. The calculated Date is only about two Weeks away leaving you all excited. Carlos can‘t wait for sophia to arrive. Only the Thought of him with Her makes you Smile. He will be the perfect Father no matter what.
Luckily Carlos is strong and you freeze in the Spot for a Few Minutes. Enjoying every Bit of it you close your Eyes hoping he could follow you everywhere carrying your bump. Not being able to tie your Own Shoes or to bend down can get Annoying after a Few weeks of it. Luckily you can spend all day in Bed if you want to. After several Minutes you feel Carlos softly letting go of your Bump. ,,Better?“, he asks. ,,Yes. Thank you.“, you smile the weight on you again. But for a Few Moments you felt normal again. Carlos connects your Lips happily. Grinning into the Kiss you deepen it. His Lips are soft against yours. They feel so comfortable. They feel like Home just like he always does. Because he is home. Suddenly he breaks apart in a Quick Motion leaving you a Big Confused. ,,The food!“, he yells out in Panick running back to the Stove where the Food is slightly burned. Not being able to hold in your Laughter you stand there as he laughs briefly too. No, you really can‘t wait to be Parents together.
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sonovabeatch · 2 months
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1uvrrr · 4 months
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being the first child is horrible.
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booksforevermore13 · 1 year
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Late night cravings
Summary: Midnights are the ideal time for Ginny to realize she loves brownies. And bananas. And the need for Harry to make her some. Pure fluff.
A/N: A short something I wrote after a highly stressful week. Plotline suggested by the all-wonderful @chef-hagrid.
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“Life was a willow and it bent right to your wind
Head on the pillow, I could feel you sneaking in.”
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This was the second night in a row, she couldn’t sleep. Midnights, she decided, were positively more tiresome than the mornings.
Ginny turned around again, careful not to roll over on her belly. She huffed, frowning as she felt the cold absence of her husband beside her on the bed.
She was hungry, she realised. Which was odd. It hadn’t been even three whole hours since she had eaten. 
Ginny wasn’t even really hungry, she realised. She just…she was just hungry for brownies. And bananas. Especially bananas. Ginny groaned, then got up, her back cracking as she sat up on the bed. 
“Fuck it,” she cursed, as she put on her slippers and headed towards the kitchen. She hated it when Harry was off on his night missions, leaving her all alone in the house. Especially now, when she was so satirically lonely.  And hungry.
Come to think of it now, Harry really had been going on quite a few night missions lately. This week alone, he had not been home at all during the nights.
Ginny brought out a pan, turned on the oven, then left everything on the counter and gazed at the clock. Four more hours and he’d be back home. Before he’d have to leave again.
She huffed, then set to work. While she didn’t know, per say, how to make brownies, Ginny figured….it wouldn’t be that hard. Flour, eggs, cocoa, milk, how hard could it really be?
She had never even cracked eggs before though. Something about a glob of slimy things coming out of a cracked shell irked her. She’d seen Harry make eggs before, seen her mum too. Last time she was at Hermione and Ron’s, she’d helped Hermione make dinner, and Hermione had made eggs too. Eggs weren’t hard.
Obviously.
One and a half hours later, Ginny rethought her statement. 
Eggs were hard. So was flour, cocoa, and the weird bitter tasting powder that Ginny had measured up in a small bowl and left aside. 
She stepped back, her clothes lathered in egg whites and flour, frustration clouding all rational thoughts in her head.
“When the hell is he going to come back?” she muttered angrily, throwing her apron aside, as she switched off the now hot oven. In a fit of rage, she scooped up some cocoa into her mouth and then grabbed a banana, biting into it to lighten the bitter feeling in her mouth.
“Brownies can go to hell,” she muttered, stomping back into the bedroom, flinging the banana peel into the bin. 
And as Ginny got back into the bed again, she glanced once again at the clock, noting the time until he’d be back beside her.
It wasn’t even something she tried to hide, but she missed him.
Terribly.
As luck would have it, as would the sun, when Ginny woke up, she was tucked against his side. 
Even without opening her eyes, his mere scent comforted her, nearly lulling her back to sleep. 
Ginny opened her eyes, looking up to see the sleeping form of her husband. 
His hair lay messily on his forehead, his eyes crinkling once in a while as he slept. Ginny smiled, all her frustration towards him the previous night vanished in a trace. 
“Staring’s considered rude, you know,” Harry said softly, and Ginny smiled, lightly brushing her hand through his hair.
“Well, excuse me for staring at my husband,” she quipped and Harry opened his eyes, gazing down at her with those bright green eyes.
“Three years and I still can’t believe it sometimes,” he softly said.
“Believe what?”
“That you call me husband.”
Ginny laughed, her laugh echoing through the room, the sunlight trickling in through the gap in the curtains. She placed her hand on her belly as if by instinct, then looked up at Harry, a smile on her face.
“So..” Harry smirked, “you want to tell me what happened in the kitchen last night?”
The smile vanished. Ginny made a face, and then frowned up at him. “I was hungry -”
“I figured.”
“- for brownies.” 
Harry lightly chuckled, then grabbed his glasses from the bedside table, putting them on before turning to face his wife.  
“It isn’t even just brownies,” she went on. “Bananas. I have an inhuman, unexplainable craving for bananas, and old me would just be.. borderline revolted, but I can’t stop thinking about banana puddings, and banana chips, and -”
“- bananas in general,” Harry finished. “You know there could be a dozen more interpretations of that,” he smirked, raising an eyebrow suggestively, laughing as Ginny lightly smacked him on the arm.
“Anyway,” Ginny rolled her eyes, “I, yes I, was trying to make banana brownies last night, but as you already saw, that went exactly as I wanted it to.”
Harry laughed, bringing Ginny closer to his face, before kissing her gently on the forehead. Then, as if deep in thought, he buried his face in her hair, inhaling deeply. 
“You want me to whip up a fresh batch?” he said, his voice muffled by her hair. 
“Really?” Ginny grinned, her eyes lighting up almost immediately, “you up for that?”
“Always, madame,” Harry smiled, rolling out of bed, and bowing gallantly, smiling at Ginny’s laughing figure. 
In the morning, she realised, all was well.
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It clearly wasn’t, she thought, as she waddled over to the kitchen. 
Harry hadn’t left for work. Which was odd. He hadn’t even jumped at the chance of getting in some more sleep, which was even odder. Yes, it was very Harry-like to get up in the morning and get to making brownies at Ginny’s request, but after a long night of work, she’d thought he’d at least get in a few extra hours in the morning.
In fact, she’d be the one to tell him to stay in bed, because even under the smiling face, and bright green eyes, Ginny knew that he was, to an extent, exhausted.
Except, he wasn’t now. Heck, he was even whistling some distinct tune she could swear she’d heard somewhere before.
Unlike her frenzied self last night, Harry held a natural control of the kitchen, whipping batter into bowls, mixing in the eggs, and also, weirdly using the bitter powder she’d left aside last night.
He stopped momentarily, looking up as Ginny entered the kitchen. 
“You want them to be extra chocolatey, or just bananas and plain chocolate?” he asked.
“Umm.. just bananas and chocolate please,” Ginny said as she carefully sat herself beside the counter. She observed Harry manoeuvring swiftly around the kitchen, a little envious about the ease with which he was doing things she was struggling with last night, before she cleared her throat. 
“You don’t have to go to work?” she asked hesitantly. 
“I was wondering when you were going to ask that.” Harry turned around, a wide smile on his face. 
Ginny wondered what was going to come next.
“Well,” Harry kept aside the bowl, wiping his hands on his shirt, “I’m taking a break.” 
“What?” Ginny frowned.
“Not a break, saying, I’ll not go to work, not like that,” he said. “A break meaning, there will be no more night missions, no staying at work too late; I hope, even more days off. At least, until the baby comes.”
Ginny stared at him in disbelief. “Are you serious?” she said, voice full of hesitation. “I mean, it’s just been four months and -”
“I know, Gin. But, you might think I haven’t noticed, but I know I’m gone more than I should be.”
And it was true, he was. And she worried about him. Especially nowadays, as he left for his missions, it was as if she held in her breath before he returned again. So, she simply nodded at him, as Harry tucked in a stray lock of hair behind her ear. 
“I mean, you’re pregnant,” he smiled. “In a few months, we’re going to be parents, and I have absolutely no idea how we’ll do that, but we’ll do that together too.”
He put his arms around her chair, pressing his lips on her forehead. “I know I’ve not been home much the last few months, but I will now. I promise.”
“I’m glad,” Ginny said, resting her forehead against Harry’s chest. “I really have been missing you tremendously the past few weeks.”
“I’ll make you banana brownies to cover up for it,” he whispered back. 
“You better.”
Harry chuckled, bending down to kiss her. Then, he lightly placed his hand on her belly, looking up at her as she placed her hand over his. 
Ginny gazed into his eyes, the warmth in them comforting her, in the same way she had always been comforted when she looked at him.
“I’ve been thinking of names,” she said.
“That’s dangerous,” Harry quipped, “the last time you named something, you named it after a pig.”
“I did not,” Ginny said indignantly. 
And it was the little tell-tale signs that made her realise as they argued that everything was really going to be okay, even if she developed an unflinching love for brownies, even if they named their first child after something horrendous, everything was really going to be alright.
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gamekids-firewolf · 1 year
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I HAVE CREATED A TEMPLATE GHOST FOR UKAGAKA DEVS!!
Download here! (click the “download” button on the right side of the file size)
I have built this on top of Zarla’s excellent GT Template (found here) for the purpose of having an easier base on which to start a ghost with multiple modes in them. If that also sounds appealing to you, then you’re welcome to download them, too!
Features --
Comments in the code explaining how mode changes work
Mode checks throughout the ghost for three modes
Code for recognising other ghosts in aitalk, commu, and etc files
Updated YAYA (2022) with the _pool modifier on aitalk (this settles the probability issue many older ghosts have)
Three fun characters to stare at while you build your own ghost on top of them!
there’s probably more but I can’t think of it right now
huge shoutout to @zichqec for helping me bug test these guys and @zarla-s for her guide and the GT Template.
(also if you wanted to know who these kids are, I do have a whole book with them in it...)
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jakud · 10 days
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littlekev811 · 5 months
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LOUD CROWD!! WE DIDN’T KNOW ABOUT THIS BUT CONGRATULATIONS TO LILIANA MUMY ON WELCOMING HER FIRST CHILD!!!
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reimidy · 2 years
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dayenurose · 1 year
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Written for @roguegambitweek, Day 5: First Child.
I started writing ‘At the Seams’ for Rogue/Gambit Week 2021. As I pondered what to do for R/G Week 2023, I decided it was the perfect time to continue working on Chapter Two. I didn’t quite manage to finish this chapter, but still wanted to share with y’all. This chapter focuses on Rogue, Remy, and their first child, Irene. Enjoy this excerpt.
At the Seams - Chapter 2: Irene by DayenuRose
“….Now, get your sexy Cajun ass over here, so Ah can give ya a kiss.”
“Yes’m,” he crawled up the bed to his wife’s side and snuggled at her side.
Rogue leaned over and kissed him as promised.
“You take my breath away, mamour.” As he pulled away, his gaze fell onto Irene. “Both of you.”
As Irene finished her mid-night meal, Remy reached for the cloth on his nightstand. Taking his daughter from his wife, he settled Irene against his shoulder. “Come here Immy. Come to Papa,” he crooned.
Rogue smiled. “Are ya really gonna call her that?”
“Oui,” he pressed a kiss to the top of their daughter’s head. “I like it.”
“Well, I know better than to try and talk ya out of a nickname once you’ve made your mind up about it. Just ask Stormy. But, tell me,” Rogue snuggled up against Remy’s side and closed her eyes, exhaustion catching back up to her, “how do you get Immy from Irene?”
“Ah, ma belle femme, the answer is simplicity itself. It doesn’t come from Irene—at least Irene alone.”
“All right swamp rat, Ah’m too tired to play guessin’ games. So why don’t ya just tell me.” She yawned, proving her point.
“Well, this little petite, her name is Irene Mattie. Which means her initials are I- M-. Put them together, add a y, and you get Immy. Isn’t that right ma précieuse fille?” He added the last bit directly to their daughter in a soft, crooning murmur.
“And adding a y was necessary?” Rogue poke the ticklish spot along his side. He twisted, pressing his side against the propped up pillows and making it harder for her to continue her attack, all the while keeping Immy undisturbed by their antics.
“D’accord Roguey.” He kissed her temple where her hair changed from white to cinnamon, then pressed a kiss to Immy’s head where her hair changed colors in the same fashion. In the company of his wife and daughter, he could not imagine being happier or more content.
“Looks like she’s asleep sug. Ya want me lay her down?”
“Non. I got it, mon coeur. You get comfortable and I’ll join you once she’s down.”
“Thanks Rems.” Rogue yawned again and snuggled under the blankets.
Yes, Remy thought as he watched them sleep. I am the luckiest homme in the world.
Thanks for reading. The rest of the chapter will be out soon. I appreciate all your encouragement and support. <3 <3 <3
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ilargikat · 1 year
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Rogue/Remy week 2023. Day 5 :First Child.
I'm cheating here, because this is an excerpt from an already published fic. LOL
It was one the first Romy fic I wrote after a very long absence and now I'm not very proud of it. (I always end up disliking what I write anyway, 😅)
So sorry to those who have read it before
He had never felt this way before. Amazed with every heartbeat and with every pore and with every breath. She was so small, so delicate. It was so easy to love her.
"I don't know you, but I love you, All the more for that. Words fall through me and always fool me, and I can't react," Remy sang in her ear. Holding her against his chest.
He danced with her around the room, still singing. This stupid feeling of happiness was overwhelming.
"I don't think I've ever heard you sing before," Rogue commented coming out of the bathroom with her hair still wet from the shower.
"She falls asleep to the sound of my voice," Remy replied, pressing his lips to the girl's head, his eyes locked on his wife. Who was smiling leaning against the door. The baby made a little noise, and he stared at her again. She smelled so good, she smelled like home.
Rogue walked over to him and slipped an arm around his waist. She gently ran a hand over Maddie's face, brushing the hair away from her forehead.
"I can sing for you, so maybe you can sleep too," Remy whispered in her ear. He didn't even know how to sing. He just wanted to sing for them. "Falling slowly, eyes that know me. And I can't go that, take me and erase me, I'm painted black, warred with yourself. It's time that you won."
"You always know what to say..." Rogue whispered leaning against him. "It's amazing."
"I know you, Anna," Remy said leaving Maddie in Rogue arms so he could hug her."You let yourself get dragged down by pessimism."
"I thought we'd have more time," Rogue murmured against his neck, looking at the child with a desolate look on her face.
"We have all the time in the world. We don't have to go back," Remy said trying hard to convince himself. Although he knew the answer as well as she did.
"We can't do that. We can't," she murmured back, and her voice sounded so sad that it broke his heart. "What if he knows you took her?"
"I know, chére, I know."
Paradise-Lost  (Ao3)
Paradise-Lost (FF.net)
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bethanydelleman · 1 year
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In that happy alternative scenario that they end up together, how do you think Henry Crawford would react to the sight of his and Fanny’s first child?
Henry Crawford holds the baby without asking how to hold it (he never asks for directions), but fortunately he is smart enough to figure out the whole "support the head" thing.
He then starts a soliloquy about what an awesome father he is going to be and tells the baby about all the things he's going to do for it and all the places they are going to go. He will astound the world with his excellent fathering. His exploits as a parent will be the talk of London!
He has brought the baby an expensive gift, which it isn't even old enough to slober on, but he doesn't mind.
Fanny smiles and nods, knowing that he'll only do about half of what he actually says, but that's okay. Because unlike her, this baby is going to grow up knowing that it is completely and unconditionally loved. She'll make sure of that.
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queer-for-science · 8 months
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Okay so you all should play the game The Adventure Challenge because it has led me to the light of my polycule's lives- our handsome little Beatus Auf (its a Swiss name meaning blessed).
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This is our beautiful brick baby and the product of 5 transmascs being left to their devices for a night
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sonovabeatch · 2 months
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goldenamaranthe-blog · 10 months
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lumni-chan · 2 months
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Meet Phoebe, the first Wesper child
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being born as a woman in this society already feels like a curse, let alone being born as the first child and a woman...
...wait, no. being born into a world that was on the brink of destruction, in general, is a curse.
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