#flash forward to him changing nappies

[yeastinfectionvale]

Valentino walked into the paddock, Pecco hanging off his hip. The pair wore matching shirts, a visor for Vale and a baby bucket hat for his son.

He tapped tapped his paddock pass, his passport picture appearing on screen as he waited for Pecco to tap his. The poor baby struggled with his coordination, a content squeal leaving the child's mouth as he noticed his picture pop-up when he finally touched the pass to the reader. 

The pair moved through the barriers, Vale shielding Pecco’s face from the flash of camera’s as a mic his held to him. Pecco doesn’t really listen to the questions the journalist asks him, more interested in tugging on his dad’s earring. Vale jutts his head away, trying to focus on explaining his plan for the weekend, his professionalism floating away as wet chubby fingers capture metal and tug. Vale curses quickly as the journalist laughs, letting the pair walk towards the Honda motorhome. A few fans stop them on the way, pausing for pictures, a quick chat and a pinch on Pecco’s cheeks. Vale shift his son from his hip, cradling him as he walks up the stairs and inside. 

The cabin is cool with the AC already turned on, a bottle of water already set out on a side table. Valentino sets Pecco inside his bounce swing, feet barely touching the floor as he jumps. There was a knock at the door and in popped Mick Doohan, a smile on his face growing as he looked at the excited baby. He sat down on the floor with Valentino lying down in front of him, hands open flat so Pecco's could smack his own down on them. The pair spent a good hour discussing stategies for the race, the main targets and what Valentino was to avoid. Mick would pause ever so often so Pecco could bumble something to add to the conversation.

It was time for Vale to head down into the garage, he picked Pecco up, quickly changing his nappy before reapplying sunscreen on his arms and legs. The trio headed into the Honda garage, a few engineers moving from their stations to give both father and son a high-five. Dani stood in his racesuit, helmet in his hand. "Ah pequeño osito," he said kissing Pecco's forehead. Pecco reached out and held onto Dani's face with both hands. Dani took him from Vale so he could get ready, the pair walked around the front of the garage, a few riders popping in from their own garages to greet the little boy.

Dani handed Pecco over to his paddock nanny, putting his helmet on as the nanny secured a pair of earmuffs on the baby. Vale walked over to his son, covering his face in kisses before putting his own helmet on, getting into race-mode.

The race itself wasn't Valentino's best. He still wasn't used to the Honda bike and postpartum joint pain was another battle he was fighting. Doctors has said that after a couple months rest off the bike, his hips would stop aching. But he couldn't stay off a bike and after consulting with the MotoGP Doctors he started riding six weeks after giving birth. But not everything was terrible, halfway through Valentino has climbed his way from 8th to 3rd. He crossed the line on the last lap, finishing third on the Podium. He drove into parc ferme, ripping his helmet off as soon as he could.

Vale scanned the crowd, looking for his boy. His eyes locked on little Pecco who was trying to wrestle himself out of his nanny's arms. She set him down for a second, readjusting her top oblivious to Pecco gripping the fence, hands clenched with precision. Vale's heart lept into his throat as Pecco turned, one hand in the air as he turned to face his dad. The crowd hushed and cameras turned on the boy. Casey and Hayden leaned against their bikes, moving them out of the way.

Someone began to chant, the words "Orsetto", "Francesco" and "Pecco" thrown around as he took a careful step forward. Vale suppressed the urge to run up and scoop his baby into his arms. Instead crouching down with open arms. Pecco saw his dad waiting for him and toddled forward, letting go of the fence. He fell forwards and everyone readied themselves to hear a cry. But no sound came from the boy, instead he steadied himself upright, making his way closer to Valentino, falling right into his arms.

Vale sobbed as he held Pecco, kissing his forehead as he looked up into the camera. The crowd erupted into shouts of happiness as Hayden and Casey made their way to Vale, patting him on his back and giving Pecco a hug. But Vale didn't notice them, all his focus on his baby.

#professional yapper #baby boots and riding suits #motogp

[crissiebaby]

Double Diaper Dare: Chapter 6

DISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, public humiliation, masturbation/diaper sex, WAM, hypermessing, hypnosis, diaper filling, slime transformation, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

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“And stay out!” said the security guard as he tossed both Crissie and Codi onto the cold, city street and closed the entrance to the CrissBaby Store behind him.

Wrapping her arms around her chest for warmth, Codi glared at Crissie. “Well, that’s just great. Thanks to you and your stupid Double Diaper Dare crap, we’ve been banned from ALL CrissBaby locations. ALL OF THEM!” shouted Codi, flicking Crissie on the nose.

“Ouch!” responded Crissie, recoiling in mild discomfort, “Why is this all my fault?! Did you forget that you dared me too? And you and I both know we won’t be banned for life. One call to Master and this’ll all be swept under the rug.”

Pinching the bridge of her nose, Codi could only shake her head at Crissie’s tactless behavior. “Ya know, it’s all fine and dandy to have Master clean up every mess you make. Just try to keep in mind that someday, you might do something that even the great Master can’t undo,” she said pointedly, her body beginning to shiver, “Now can we please get outta here.”

“Gotcha covered,” said Crissie, walking up the CrissBaby Store entrance and placing her teleport key in the slot, “For our next location, let’s go somewhere a bit less crowded.” She pushed open the door, creating a new portal.

However, before Crissie could step through, Codi grabbed her arm and pulled her back. “W-wait, I thought we’d b-be g-going home,” she said through chattering teeth, “I don’t really wanna-”

“Baaaaaaaawk! Bawk bawk bawk!”

Once again, Codi was sent spiraling into anger thanks to Crissie’s cheap-shot chicken noises. She instantly let go of Crissie’s arm and pushed past her as she walked through the portal.

“So easy,” muttered Crissie as she followed her inside.

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“Oh, shoot! That’s all the time we have. We’ll pick this conversation back up next week,” said Jane, waving goodbye to her last patient of the afternoon. Lounging back in her chair, she felt her butt sink into her well-sodden nappy and let out a small giggle.

At first, it was difficult for Jane to get used to total incontinence after her system was shot by warping through time. It was definitely embarrassing at the worst of times. However, a used diaper meant a trip down the hall to visit Miwth Webecca for a change, something that had become a standard part of her daily work routine.

Before Jane could climb out of her seat, she was blinded by a flash of light emanating from her doorway. As the light faded, she saw a tall girl with long, black hair who she’d never met before. “Um, excuse me, miss. Did Laura send you back here?” she asked, confused as to who this mystery woman was.

That’s when a second flash of light occurred, followed closely by the return of a far more familiar face. “Heyyo, BESTIE! Long time no see!” said Crissie, rushing across the room and practically leaping over Jane’s desk to give her a hug.

“Crissie! What an unexpected surprise!” said Jane, throwing her arms around Crissie, “I thought we weren’t getting together until next month!”

Sitting up on Jane’s desk, Crissie made herself at home as she reclined across Jane’s stuff. “Well, we just popped by for a visit,” said Crissie, motioning toward the motionless Codi who was still standing stiffly in the doorway, “Codi and I are playing Double Diaper Dare! Wanna join in?” She leaned forward excitedly, swinging her legs back and forth like the impatient child she was.

Scooting back from her desk, Jane stood up and brushed down her skirt to make sure her droopy diaper wasn’t visible. “Sorry, girly. I’ve still got work here I need to do. Plus, Rebecca, Sarah, and I have plans to roleplay tonight,” she said, her cheeks turning the slightest shade of pink.

“Ooooh! Hehehe, well then, don’t mind me. I’ll be out of your hair in a few minutes. Though I will want every glorious detail afterward,” said Crissie before turning her head as nonchalantly as possible toward Codi, “Oh geez! Sorry, Jane. I totally forgot Codi was here for a moment. This is my roommate, Codi.”

Giving Jane a quick wave, Codi resumed her stoic stance as she looked away from both Crissie and Jane. As the two girls carried on with swapping blushy stories of the past week, Codi did her best not to seem interested. “I thought we were here to play Double Diaper Dare,” she thought before immediately purging the statement from her mind. Why should she care if Crissie wants to occupy her time with Jane? At least she wasn’t being forced to do embarrassing stuff for however long they were here.

Sadly, the moment wouldn’t last as Jane moved to her office door. “I’ll be right back, Crissie. I’m gonna go get changed by Miwth Webecca. And before you ask, no, you are not allowed to join us,” she said, causing Crissie to do an exaggerated pout. She then turned to her other guest, “Feel free to make yourself at home, Codi.”

Left alone to their own devices, Crissie frantically waved for Codi to join her over by Jane's desk. “Pssst! Come here,” she said in a needlessly hushed voice. 

Reluctantly, Codi trudged across the therapist's office. “Alright, Crissie, what is it that you couldn’t tell me from across the room?” she asked, doing little to hide her annoyance.

Gesturing toward Jane’s rolling desk chair, Crissie snickered as she excitedly proclaimed Codi’s next dare, “I Double Diaper Dare you to leave a little bit of your slime on Jane’s chair and to crawl into her diaper when she sits down.”

“Ahaha! No,” said Codi sarcastically, who was honestly taken aback by Crissie’s willingness to dare her to do something so personal, “First off, I just met the woman. Second, that’s crossing a ton of boundaries, even if I did know her. Pick another dare.”

Sticking her tongue out at Codi, Crissie had no argument against what Codi was saying. Sure, she could double down and tell Codi to do the dare or lose. But based on how close Codi was to calling it quits already, she didn’t want to push her out of the game entirely, at least not yet. “Fiiiiiiiine, then…” she looked around the room, trying to come up with something equally as good as her first dare. Remembering something from when she wrote The Dreamcaster, she snatched Jane’s keys off the corner of her desk and quickly unlocked the bottom drawer, where a lone pocket vibrator lay dormant. “...I dare you to stick this down your diaper for the rest of our visit here. On, of course.”

“Well…at least that’s better than the first one,” said Codi dejectedly as she grabbed the pocket vibrator and held it up to her eyes to inspect it, “A-and you’re sure she’s washed this since the last time she used it?” 

Shrugging, Crissie decided to toy with Codi’s nobler sensibilities, “Who’s to say? As far as I know, Jane’s a pretty hygienic person. Though that’s never a guarantee when anyone goes full horny brain.” She snickered as she watched Codi squirm at her explanation, “Uh oh, do we have a bawk bawk chicken on our hands?”

Shaking her head, Codi clicked on the vibrator, feeling it rumble between her fingertips. “I’m going to regret this,” she groaned, taking a deep breath and plunging her hand inside her diaper. The effect was instantaneous. Unlike with the spanking, there was no way to curb the sensations that the vibrator filled her with. If she’d tried to shift her lower half into goo-form again, it would only make the sexual sensations stronger due to the way her nervous system was constructed.

Meanwhile, Crissie perched herself up on Jane’s desk again and observed all the wonderfully aroused faces that Codi was trying and failing to conceal. “Why do you fight it so much?” she asked, shaking her head at the level of effort Codi was going through to act like the vibrator wasn’t affecting her, “We both know you’re as big of a diaper perv as I am,” Sticking her foot out, she pressed it into Codi’s crotch.

It was only for a brief moment since Codi backed away on impact, but the damage had been done. Codi let out a pitiful moan as she fell back into Jane’s seat. “I…I’m not like you. I enjoy diapers, s-sure, but unlike yooooou…” she said, cutting herself off as she mounted a mini-climax, “...unlike you, I could live without them if I had to.”

“Whatever you say, CodiBaby,” said Crissie, knowing perfectly well how much Codi hated her infantile moniker. Getting up from the desk, she walked around Jane’s chair and placed her hands on Codi’s shoulders, “You and I both know the real truth and when Jane comes back and catches you playing with her buzzy toy, she’ll know too.”

As if by magic, Jane returned from Rebecca’s office, her face beet red. “I’m back, Crissie…and there’s someone with me who wants to meet you,” she said, pushing her door open all the way. Following her into the office was Rebecca, herself, who was carrying a diaper bag on her shoulder.

Giving Codi a tight squeeze from behind, Crissie whispered in her roomie’s ear, “Speak of the devil, am I right?”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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[sailorsally]

just some lines that make me laugh and cry at the same time

#flash forward to him changing nappies #someone add the 'they don't know' meme #spn #castiel #kelly kline #dadstiel #12x19

[talesofstyles]

Good Morning Indeed

absolutely no plot whatsoever, just a bit of husband and dad harry in the midst of the family’s morning chaos 😂

Harry

“Go get the condom on.”

“I’ll pull out, I promise.”

“Your pull out game is weak.”

“Oi, them’s fightin’ words.”

“There’s a reason we’ve got six kids.” Says the missus with a roll of those pretty—but sometimes deadly (please don’t tell her I said this)—eyes. “‘Sides, I’ve just changed the sheets yesterday. You are not coming on the sodding sheets.”

“Fine,” I sigh and reach down to the bedside table. Why is the drawer filled with sodding Duplo and those tiny, pricey Sylvanian Family bunnies? I’m guessing kid number two, three and four have something to do with that. A few more seconds of rummaging before I finally found my treasure in the very back of the drawer. I lay on my back as I sheath myself up, and seeing as I’m already here… might as well, right? I smirk at her as I say, “hop on then.”

“Fat chance that,” she mutters. “Do I have to take off my top?”

“Nah,” I shake my head, it’s cold, and I’m a considerate husband. “A flash will do. Just give me a visual.”

She rolls up my shirt that she wears to sleep, a really old white rolling stones t-shirt that has two holes and a loose thread hanging on for dear life from the hem. She looks homeless. Gorgeous homeless though. 

“Nice,” I flash her a boyish grin, like a teenage boy seeing his first pair of tits. “You’ve got great racks.”

“You’re just saying that…”

I know what she sees when she looks at herself in the mirror and I wish she could look at herself through my eyes. 

“Hey, don’t you dare. My babies grew in that body, that’s everything.”

Her tender smile hits me right in the gut. “I love you.”

“Love me enough to ride me?” I say with a playful flick to one nipple.

“Nice try.”

“I love you,” I mutter near her mouth and give her a searing kiss. I run my tongue over her bottom lip, then I kiss her down her neck, her cleavage and her breasts. I slowly circle one nipple, and she giggles, knowing it’s a well-rehearsed move that is guaranteed to do what’s needed. See, her tits are kind of like start buttons. No matter the situation, a little attention to those bad boys switches things around real quick. Her head slams back against the pillow. And she moans, holding my head in place.

We’ve got ignition lads. 

I nestle my body on top of hers, and there’s a bit of wayward angling and poking until I find my way inside of her. And then it’s on. Two bodies writhing on the bed. My hips rotate in long, slow circles.

“Bollocks!”

“What? The condom isn’t broken, is it?”

“No, it’s bin day. I forgot to take out the recycling bin.”

“S’fine, we’ve got time before the school run.”

The bin’s sorted, back to the shag…

I slide my hands under her, bringing us closer. Rocking us faster. My forehead hovers close to hers and I open my eyes so I can watch. What can I say? I’m greedy like that. I want to soak up every gasp, every flicker of pleasure across her face. Pleasure I’m giving her.

Her breathing changes. It turns panting and desperate, and I know she’s close. I move harder, grinding against her, inside her, with every forward push. Warms sparks tickle my spine and heat spreads down until every nerve in my body is shaking. I slam inside her, burying deep as her hips jerk upward. She spasms hard around me, gripping me tight. 

I rock back my hips and pull almost all the way out, but then I freeze. Because a dreaded sound echoes across the room, grabbing our full attention. It’s coming from the baby monitor. It’s a rustling, the sound of cotton rubbing cotton. Like snipers in the jungle, we don’t move a muscle. We don’t say a word. We wait, until the rustling stops. And all is quiet again. 

Too bad it’s not for long. Because two thrusts in, a light comes on in the landing. Followed by small footsteps heading down the stairs. Shit.

“Harry, just come already. They’ll all be up soon.”

“I’m close… don’t rush it, you’re scaring it away.” 

She grinds her hips. Also another well-rehearsed move that she knows will get me off. But I freeze again, because there’s a second set of footsteps and the sound of a toilet flushing. Oh, and the babies next door are starting to whimper. 

Great.

“I’M HUNGRY!” That’s James, darling little cockblocker number four who likes to be fed on time. He’s three.

“WE’LL BE OUT IN A SECOND!” My wife shouts over my shoulder. “Harry for the love of god-”

I pick up the rhythm. Small beads of sweat form on my brow. She grinds her hips again, and I try to focus. “Just like that, fuck, keep doing that.”

“Sshh, keep your voice down.”

“IS THERE ANY BREAD THAT ISN’T 50/50?” That’s Eleanor, child number two. She’s seven, and she’s one of those children who seem to possess a discernible palate that knows when we’ve changed brands of baked beans or attempt to bring sugar-free fruit squash through the doors.

“IT’S THE SAME,” I reply.

“NO, IT’S NOT. DO WE HAVE OTHER FOOD?”

“THERE ARE SHREDDIES.”

“DON’T LIKE ‘EM.”

“PORRIDGE.”

“I’M NOT A BEAR!”

Honestly, seven-year-olds gunning for a fight this early in the morning can go do one.

The babies are starting to gather volume next door so I try to focus again. It only takes a few more thrusts before ecstasy wrecks my body, making me shudder. I press my lips against her neck as I come back down to earth. But I don’t move yet. I know we should get going because things are already chaotic outside our door, but I just don’t have the will yet. I’m considering going back to sleep for a minute or two. She won’t mind, will she? Well, I’m wrong. Because she proceeds to perform the move that seems to amuse every sodding woman on earth. And causes every man to squeal like a bloody pig. Without warning, she uses her powerful muscle to squeeze my extremely sensitive cock. 

Girls, grab a piece of paper and write this down. I’m speaking on behalf of every man to walk on earth here; we hate that. We don’t think it’s funny.

I jerk back, pull out, and roll off her. I try to look annoyed as she giggles, and obviously I fail, because that freshly fucked, flushed-face makes it impossible not to grin back.

“CAN I HAVE JAFFA CAKE?” That’s Victoria, child number three. She’s five, and she’s yelling as she thunders up the stairs. 

“JAFFA CAKE ISN’T BREAKFAST,” my wife shouts back as she sits up and hands me a nappy sack. “Harry…”

I wrap up the condom with it and toss it to the bin. “You’ve just taken me life force, woman, give me a moment.”

“CUSTARD CREAM?”

“NO.” We shout in unison. 

“HOBNOB THEN?”

“STAY AWAY FROM THE BISCUIT TIN!”

“You want to wrestle a biscuit-hunting kid out of a cupboard and 50/50 bread drama or fussy babies with full nappies?”

“Babies.” I hear a small child get whacked by a sibling downstairs and I feel like I may have got the better deal here.

Next door, the twins are not happy. They’re six months old now, and they’re both teething. Thing one glares at me as I walk into their nursery and thing two stares at me stroppily from the corner of her cot. Their cheeks are scarlet, and thing one proceeds to bark at me like a seal. I pick his warm, sleepy, cuddly body and cradle it close to mine as I lay him down on the changing table. I smell the dampness. It’s definitely wee. He’s soaked through, I think I didn’t tuck his willy in when I last changed him around three in the morning so it sprayed in some upward motion and drenched his clothes. See, this is why girls are better than boys. There’s no way they can pee upwards. 

After I put a fresh nappy and a change of clothes, I put him down on the rug so he can wiggle around while I grab his sister and sort her out. After six kids, I’m definitely a pro with baby duty and can practically change their clothes one-handed. The whole thing takes only a few minutes.

I cuddle the babies on each side as I walk downstairs and into the kitchen. They immediately reach out to their mum who’s cracking some eggs as soon as they spot her, knowing she’s the only one who can cure their hunger this morning. 

“Uniforms!” She says to the big kids as she takes one baby into her arms. “We’ll do breakfast after. Please, please, please…”

Desperate pleas lead them to saunter out and up the stairs. I follow my wife into the living room and hand her the other baby as she plops down on the couch. She rolls up her shirt and the babies latch instantly. Tandem nursing is harder now that they’re a little older and aware of their surroundings. They’re trying to scratch each other’s faces as they nurse. “Oi, what’s this? You each get a tit, stop fighting.”

They seem to somehow listen to me and have stopped trying to poke each other’s eyeballs. We’ll see how long that lasts. “Finish the eggs?”

I nod. “I’m on it.”

I brew some coffee, finish the scrambled eggs, and pop the slices after slices of bread in the toaster. Breakfast is done just in time as my wife walks back into the kitchen with two full and happy babies. She puts them in their high chairs and I scoop a bit of eggs on each of their trays for them to nibble on.

George appears back in the kitchen clad in his uniform with his also dressed brother trailing behind. We always lay his clothes the night before on his bed and he gets dressed all by himself in the morning. And he’s getting better at it, seeing he only missed a button on his shirt.

“Hi mate,” I say as I fix his button and he flashes a toothy grin at me. I plop him down on the chair, he’s graduated from the high chair now but still uses a booster seat.

“No toast!”

“What do you want then?”

“Chee-yos?”

I nod before I grab a handful of cheerios and set them on his plate next to his eggs. Then I take a few steps back across the table. “Hey, James, set it up.”

He flashes me another toothy grin before he opens his mouth wide and keeps it open. I hold a single Cheerio between my fingers while I bend my knees and bounce my hand as if I were dribbling a basketball. “Three seconds left on the clock, down by one. Styles got the ball. He fakes left, he drives in, he shoots…”

I toss the Cheerios in a high arc. It lands right into his mouth.

“He scores! The crowd goes wild!”

James holds both hands over his head. “Core!”

“Viv stole the biscuit tin, you know? She ate three jammie dodgers upstairs.” Eleanor says as she walks in with book bags and school shoes. 

George, seeing his sister walks in, proceeds to open his mouth wide and flashes her the half-chewed eggs on his tongue. It’s his current thing and it annoys his sisters to death. The young’uns think differently though as they double over in laughter. 

“Eeewww!” She shrieks. “You’re so gross!”

“VICTORIA, PUT THAT BISCUIT TIN DOWN AND GET YOUR BUTT IN THE KITCHEN! AND GO GET THEM HAIR TIE THINGIES…” 

“I didn’t have any biscuits!” She yells and runs down the stairs.

This kid is the quintessential daddy’s girl. She climbs up onto my lap right away, handing me the brush and a hair tie. 

“See, poppet, I would’ve believed you if you didn’t leave evidence all over your face,” I arch one of my eyebrows as I sweep a speck of raspberry jam on the corner of her mouth. 

“You always do a ponytail,” she huffs.

“Either that or I give you a bowl cut with kitchen scissors. I reckon that fruit bowl will do. Your choice.”

“Can I have some more eggs?” George asks with his mouth full of his last bite.

“God, that’s like your third serving,” Eleanor grumbles.

“Nag.”

At that insult, Eleanor flings a piece of toast like a ninja. Before George can retaliate, my wife gives them both the look.

“Viv, will you at least have some eggs?”

“No.”

“Fine,” my wife sighs. “I’m gonna get changed then.”

I glance at the clock and, well, shit, I should get dressed too. “Can you lot watch the babies and try not to kill each other for the next five minutes?”

“Five quid each?” Eleanor tries to negotiate. “Babysitting isn’t supposed to be free, you know? That sounds like child labour to me.” 

Bollocks. 

“Two quid each,” I give her my dad look that says the offer is final and indisputable.

“Deal.”

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[chudleycanonficfest]

I can't imagine my life without you

Day 13, Story #1 is by @cheesyficwriter

Title: I can’t imagine my life without you 

Author: cheesyficwriter

Pairing: Ron/Hermione

Prompt: Song fic (lyric prompt), “Imagine” by Ben Platt

Rating: T

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of postpartum depression

I can’t imagine my life without you

It’s a day like no other, leaving Hermione wishing it could be over. 

The transition back to work at the Ministry full-time after giving birth to little Rosie presents more challenges than anticipated. Each day, she chips a fraction away at her massive to-do list, endless amounts of paperwork and research for upcoming trials, leaving her only mildly satisfied with what she’s accomplished. 

In reality, Hermione is aware that it’s in her nature to obsess over all aspects of her work that could go wrong. She always prides herself on her professionalism and now struggles with maintaining the work-life balance necessary for a new mum. 

Most days, she arrives at the Ministry too tired to think straight. The hours are long, and as someone running on frequent nights with minimal sleep, it’s difficult for Hermione to be as productive as she used to be in the department. 

Rosie is a fussy baby, and the hours not spent at work are spent fighting for ways to keep her calm — holding her, rocking, changing her nappy, feeding, entertaining. It’s unnatural for Hermione to feel like she has no clue what she’s doing, and that realization is frightening for a first-time parent.  

Ron is a doting father, who seems to be having a much simpler time adjusting to the new addition to the family. He approaches parenting with natural ease. As soon as Ron picks Rosie up, she stops crying. If Ron walks into the room, a smile lights up their daughter’s face. He brings joy into her world, leaving Hermione with an overwhelming feeling of uncertainty if she is cut out for her new role as a mother. 

Although Hermione tries to throw herself back into work to escape her struggles in her home life, the exhaustion takes a toll on her, resulting in far more emotional outbursts than deemed appropriate at work. 

It isn’t easy to remain patient when challenges seem insurmountable, goals unattainable, and negative thoughts creep in to seep the joy out of her day. 

As Hermione walks through the floo network to head home for the evening, she mentally prepares herself for the madness that she is certain she will walk into, if every other evening that same week is any indication. 

For the first time in weeks, Hermione doesn’t arrive home to a crying baby. In fact, the stunning silence brings a wave of panic, prompting Hermione to withdraw her wand and call out,

“Ron?“ 

Soft, melodic music floats through the room, and Hermione begins walking towards the source as she listens for the lyrics. 

Your eyes give life a new meaning

It’s like I found the North Lights

I never knew what I needed

Until I felt your hand holding mine

The sight Hermione uncovers has her at a standstill in the doorway of the kitchen. 

There is a self-stirring saucepan on the stove and several knives chopping potatoes. The sink overflows with bubbles, piles of dirty dishes sticking out from underneath the suds. 

Ron is there in the center of the room, cradling Rosie in his arms. He has a flannel thrown over his shoulder and a dummy in his hand as he bounces their cooing daughter.

A flat disc spirals on the gramophone in the corner of the room, the sound coming from it reverberating off the walls. 

Yeah, you say I’m your hero

But you are the one that saved me

If I ever lost you

I’d fall to my knees

Hermione leans against the door frame, her heart swelling with great love for her little family. She watches as Ron twirls around the room with a squealing Rose, and he’s dancing with a rhythm that she didn’t know he possessed. 

Covering her mouth with one hand, Hermione stifles a giggle, thinking back to a younger Ron and his clunky two left feet when they danced together at Bill and Fleur’s wedding. He was so nervous then — they both were — and she marvels at how far they’ve come. 

Dancing is about letting go and being free. When nothing else works — as Hermione suspects is the case with Rosie, who has quite the set of lungs on her — turning on music seems to do the trick. 

I can’t imagine my life without you

I can’t imagine one night without you

Seeing her family in the kitchen does wonders to lift Hermione’s mood, and it’s as if all of the stress and negativity just melt away. All she can see is her husband and daughter, and Hermione becomes conscious of the heart beating inside her chest in time with the steady rhythm of the music. 

She’s torn between laughing, and crying, and bouncing along, and crying some more. Sometimes the best surprises can change the entire tone of a single day from the simplest of tasks. 

In the Granger-Weasley household, dancing is their reset button. 

If something happened, don’t know what I’d do

I can’t imagine, I can’t imagine my life without you

Ron has his back towards Hermione, slowly rocking Rosie from side to side with one hand while flourishing his wand towards the plates to start setting the supper table for three. 

“What d'ya say, Rosie?” Ron murmurs before plopping a kiss on his daughter’s cheek. “Shall we tell your mum to stop gawking at us and come join us?”

Your eyes give life a new meaning

It’s like I found the North Lights

Oh, I never knew what I needed

Until I felt your hand holding mine

Hermione gasps as Ron pivots around, meeting her gaze with a lazy grin and a wink. 

Rosie squirms in Ron’s arms, and she’s reaching towards her mother with glee. 

With a shaky breath, Hermione walks forward to take hold of her daughter, who rests her little head on Hermione’s shoulder. 

“She’s missed her mummy today,” Ron comments as he leans over Rose’s head of ginger hair to press a soft kiss to Hermione’s temple. 

“Mmm.” Hermione’s eyelids droop to a close. “Is she the only one?“ 

“Not a chance, Granger.” Ron brushes a hand down her cheek, making her eyelids flutter open. He’s studying her like he has a window into her soul, and it’s as if all of the emotions she’s felt throughout the day are now on full display for him to see. 

Ron always does have the impeccable ability to get her, particularly when she’s stressed beyond belief. 

“Bad day, love?" 

"Better now,” Hermione replies, burying her nose into the small patch of curls on Rose’s head, inhaling the sweet scent of fresh strawberries and warm milk. A smell that is so wonderfully baby. 

Her baby. 

Yeah, you say I’m your hero

But you are the one that saved me

If I ever lost you

I’d fall to my knees

When Hermione first arrived back at their cottage for the evening, all she wanted to do was fall underneath the covers and wallow. It could’ve been easy for her to fall into a looping pattern of self-pity.  

Seeing her family provides a sense of calm in the natural ebb and flow of life. However big or small, bad days are only temporary. 

Now, standing with the two most important people in her life, she’s filled with a sense of gratitude for their constant presence. Thanks to them, she knows what it means to be happy and to see the beauty in tough moments. 

I can’t imagine my life without you

I can’t imagine one night without you

If something happened, don’t know what I’d do

I can’t imagine, I can’t imagine my life without you

“It’s okay, love.” Ron cradles her cheek with one hand, a gesture that he knows always calms her. “It’s okay to let it all go.”

He rests his forehead to hers, and they slowly start to sway together along to the gentle rhythm of the song playing in the background. Rose squeals from the space between her parents’ bodies, reminding them of her presence. Both Ron and Hermione chuckle, planting matching kisses on both sides of their daughter’s cheeks. 

A wide grin spreads across Hermione’s face, and a familiar set of words filter into her thoughts: Happiness can be found in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light. Fond memories flashing through her mind of Professor Dumbledore — long white beard, spectacles, and all. 

It’s easy to lose sight of what’s most important when drowning in negativity. Dancing provides an opportunity for her to slow her thoughts down and root herself in the present. 

Her family is the source of light in her darkest times. 

I can’t imagine my life without you

#chudleycanonficfest2021 #HP fest #hp canon pairings #canon fest romantic #submission #tw: mentions of postpartum depression #romione #ron weasley x hermione granger #hermione granger x ron weasley

[rachelsteapot]

Hi! 👋😁

Ok, could I please request oneshot with Thomas Shelby and his son Shelby reader (16) where his son gets really badly hurt because he was defending his friends? (maybe from rascists, harassers or homophobic people).

And one readers friend brings him home with cloth over his mouth and it’s soaked in so much blood. Someone pinned him (reader) down, beated him and cutted his cheek (his teeth are visible and the wound is so big it can’t be sewd up together) + they broke his arm (in his view left arm...does it even matter). He won’t die tho.

Please hit me with soft and worried Thomas and other Shelbys and Grays with his son (for once than female or daughter reader). Thank you so much if you write it.

I hope it's not too much. 😙

Love you, have a nice day/night. ❤❤❤

Sticks and Stones: Tommy Shelby x Son!Reader

Hi! Sorry that this has taken a while, I got a bit stuck on what to write. I’ve tried to stick as close as I could to this request but its not exactly what you asked. I hope you still like it though, I definitely enjoyed writing it. 

Warnings: Homophobic language, gore?

Pairing: Platonic Tommy Shelby x Son!Reader

Tommy’s children grew up knowing they were Shelbys. The last name in itself was a title, like their father’s OBE, but different. It wasn't awarded, it wasn’t a gift: it was a curse. 

In the sixteen years since Tommy’s wife had given birth to his second son, Y/N, Shelby Company Limited had shifted its sights from the underground world that it used to inhabit, partaking in new, legal, business ventures. While the employees knew this, however, the general public still heard the name Shelby and conjured images of criminals. So, when Y/N began joining his father’s world, he became determined to change the public view of the Shelby family, regardless of the cost. 

It wasn’t unusual to find Y/N Shelby in a public booth at The Garrison, surrounded by a group of his friends. It was even less unusual to hear their rowdy tales and playful banter, especially as they were the youngest in the pub by quite a few years. Young people, especially young Blinders, like to make themselves heard, and generally don’t care who hears it. And just like any young Blinder, Y/N was no exception. 

“One time- one time I swear I saw Uncle Arthur send a granddad flying because he was bad bad mouthing our John!” the boys screeched with laughter as Y/N slurred his way through a tale taller than the stack of bottles behind the bar, slamming his mug down on the table to punctuate his story. Tales like these were common, and fairly widely known. 

“If it aint the Shelby fags, huh?” The insult cut through their joy like a knife, shattering the imaginary worlds that the teenagers had created. Y/N turned his head to find the source of this jab, discovering a sweaty, overweight patron. He scrunched his nose in disgust and turned back to his friends. This man must just be drunk, he thought, attempting to dismiss the sick feeling that was slowly growing in his stomach. 

“Oi, look at me when i’m talking to you.” Y/N felt a hand grip his shoulder. He glanced across the table before exploding from his chair, sending it clattering to the ground. The young Shelby spun around and wrapped his fingers around his assailant’s collar, throwing him back against a pillar. Fire blazed in his eyes as the youngest Shelby leant forwards, his breathing throwing hot air onto the older man’s face. 

“Don’t. call us. fucking. Fags.” each word was punctuated by Y/N sucking air between his gritted teeth. He slowly removed his fingers from the other man’s collar and, giving him one final shove, he returned to his chair. Silence had fallen on the pub; it was time for Y/N and his friends to leave. 

The doors of the Garrison clanged shut behind Y/N as he pressed his flat cap onto his head, and shoved his hands into his pockets. Anyone would have thought he was the famed Tommy Shelby, if it wasn’t for the lack of gently smoking cigarette hanging from his lips. He and his friends left the pub and slowly began their walk home, continuing their rowdy guffaws and occasionally getting into playful fistfights. Eventually, as the lads continued on their way, their numbers dwindled until it was just Y/N and his closest friend, Colin. 

“Mate, are you alright?” Colin’s question roused Y/N from his thoughts. He blinked and raised his head, looking across towards his friend as they walked in unison along the shaded streets. 

“Yeah, just a fucking twat. I don’t get why he just didn’t back off, yanno.” Colin nodded, sighing slightly. 

“My cousin, his dad was like that.” Colin started, “A drunk, constantly trollid an’ all that.” 

Y/N nodded, blowing steam from his nose into the cold night air. 

“I dunno mate, I’ve got a bad feeling about it is all,” 

The pair continued on their way, footsteps echoing along the empty Birmingham cobbles, hardly speaking and instead enjoying a comfortable silence. Colin and Y/N had been friends for as long as they could remember, having done almost everything together since they were in nappies. They thought nothing of it when a third set of footsteps joined them, or the fourth, or perhaps they just didn’t notice. Until it was too late. 

As Y/N and Colin turned the corner towards Y/N’s Small Heath residence, they were confronted by two larger men. Turning to check behind them, Y/N and Colin found that they were boxed in with two larger men behind them too. Suddenly, Colin felt the cold steel of a knife against his throat as he was pulled back against the third man, and released a strangled cry. 

“What the fuck do you want?” Y/N hissed, darting his eyes towards his friend to check he wasn’t being hurt, catching sight of Coling struggling against the trunk like arms of his attacker. 

“Fucking Shelby and his faggot friend,” the man which Y/N assessed to be the ringleader of this excursion snorted. “We want The Garrison and the Blinder territory. You’re all posh bitches now, no need for gang land,” Y/N couldn’t help but laugh sarcastically, setting his jaw and glaring at the assailants. 

“I dunno why you’re asking me,” Y/n rolled his eyes, scuffing the dirt with the toe of his boot. “It’s me dad you wanna be talking with, but I doubt your chances will be good when he hears about this.” But Y/N was caught off guard when one of the thugs stepped forwards and grabbed his jaw with one hand, twisting his head and pulling the young Shelby’s back against his stomach. Now, both him and Colin were held prone, completely defenceless against anything these thugs would attempt. 

“We tried that,” the supposed ring leader chimed in. “It seems that we were going to need a little more of a bargaining chip.” As Y/N struggled, the final thug stepped forwards and grunted at his companions. 

“Hold Him.” 

Y/N felt his aggressors’ arms tighten around him, pressing down on his throat and causing spots to form in his vision. He didn’t notice the fourth thug swiftly and deftly draw a knife from his pocket, all he felt was a flash of cold followed by a searing pain across his cheek. Warm fluid spilled from the heat and Y/N felt the cold air flood into his mouth. He screamed as the realisation hit: these people meant business if they were going to cut the Shelby heir. 

“We would take your tongue, but that’s for next time, if you don’t comply.” The threat didn’t feel empty, causing Y/N to clamp his mouth shut, ignoring the pain caused by the action. 

Suddenly, Y/N was thrown to the ground, his head colliding heavily against the hard cobbles causing the world to tilt on its axis. He groaned, his ears ringing as he attempted to stand before his body contorted under the kicks of steel capped boots. As three pairs of feet pummeled his young body, Y/N felt his ribs crack and snap, crying out in pain until it was all he could do to keep breathing. When he fell silent, the kicks stopped. 

“I reckon that’ll be enough of a lesson for Tommy Shelby, OBE,” one jeered as the four stomped off into the night. 

It could have been minutes or hours before Y/N felt a hand on his shoulder, gently rolling him onto his back. The movement sent bolts of pain through Y/N’s ribcage and he coughed, globs of black blood landing on the pavement. 

“Y/N? Oh my fucking god, Tommy’s gonna kill me.”  Colin… thank god he was okay. 

“Don’t worry lad, we’ve just gotta get him home.” Uncle Arthur? What the fuck was Uncle Arthur doing here? 

Y/n pried his eyes open, grunting in pain as he was lifted from the ground and cloaked in the smell of his uncle. His head spun as Arthur’s rocking walk sent shockwaves through his bruising limbs. A door opened, then shut, and finally, Y/N felt a hard surface meet his back. He heaved a ragged breath as his body relaxed, and drifted into a pained sleep. 

In his dream, Y/N Shelby was jousting. He was riding a beautiful dapple stallion, charging at full pelt towards an opponent, clothed only in black cloth. As he got closer, Y/N lowered his pole and leant forwards, and missed. His opponent’s pole connected with his face, and then he was falling, off of his horse and into an abyss. His arms flailed as he tried to catch onto something, anything, that would save him. But nothing was there. 

When Y/N awoke, the sky was grey. Not a grey like the horse in his dream, but grey like a storm, like the storm his father would bring on Birmingham when he found out about the incident. The teenager sniffed slightly and tried to shuffle into a seated position, but his attempts were interrupted by a sudden churning in his stomach. Forcing himself to move, Y/N leaned over the side of the bed and emptied his stomach of the minimal contents that remained. His retches caused movement in a darkened corner of his room, but Y/N was too exhausted to notice, all his aches and pains flooding over his slowly awakening limbs. Slowly, tears began to roll down his cheeks as the pain overwhelmed his mind, and the young Shelby succumbed to the pain and exhaustion. 

“Shhh, don’t worry, Daddy’s here now. Nobody’s going to hurt you.” a warm hand was placed on his lower back, drawing Y/N back into the present. Wincing as he tried to move, Y/N was able to twist his head until he could see his father seated on the bed beside him. Gently, Tommy moved his hands until he was supporting his son’s weight and slowly eased him into a seated position. 

“Dad?” Y/N croaked, wincing with the pain of his ribs and limbs, his words slurred by the stiffness in his cheek. Tommy turned his head, facing away from his son. He raised a hand to his face, pressing his fingers into his eyes, only moving when Y/N reached his arm forwards and rested his hand on his father’s shoulder. 

“Dad, ‘m okay.” Tommy sighed, running his hand through his hair.

“It’s not about that, Y/N. It’s that it happened at all, that I couldn’t protect you. Your name put you at risk and I couldn’t live with myself if I lost you too.” Y/N blinked slowly, letting his father’s frustrations wash over him. 

“I’m sorry, Dad.” Tommy shuffled into the space beside his son, spreading one arm over the teenager’s shoulder and pulling him close, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. 

“It’s okay. It’s going to be okay.” Y/N’s eyes fluttered shut and he relaxed onto his father’s chest, breathing in the smell of whiskey and cigarettes that had enveloped his childhood. He was safe, and nobody was going to hurt him. Slowly, the youngest Shelby drifted into a dreamless sleep, determined that next time, he would not be so unprepared. 

[yamithediaperdork]

It’s a small world after all (Harry potter)

It's a small world after all

Not for the first time since hooking up with potter, Malfoy found himself wondering if the brunette's deep pockets and wonderful vigor under the covers really was worth some of the messed up things he was into. because really, Draco handled the first few kinks with ease. who didn't like a good paddling now and then? and a nice big enema could be fun and do wonders for your bowels! But then it started to get odder and odder and what should of been giant red flags were just ignored when they realllly shouldn't of been. Hence why today Draco found himself shrunk down to the size of a shrimpy 8 year old..and dressed like a 1 year old. He was in black and green light up sneakers, with green socks and then a SHORT pair of black shorts with green trim on the waist and legs,that puffed out from padding Draco was wearing under them, and the shorts had a teddy bear with a green Mohawk on either side. The t-shirt had the same bear on it, but the T-shirt was green with black trim on the waist, neck and sleeves and had the bear saying 'rock on all my little buddies!' as it was apparently a charter from some local baby show called teddy rocks. His blond hair had been grown the cut and fashioned into a mushroom cut and all and all he was less the happy.

"Your a git, you know that right?" Draco asked harry as they walked from the parking lot towards the green grass of the park. "I know I know..but a lovable git who's going to spoil you SO much..as long as your a good boy today." Harry said as now on the green, they headed for the play structures. "oh why wouldn't I be a good boy? I'm only a 24 year old man the size of a 8 year old and dressed like a 2 year old. why would I be in a mood to cause chaos and torment?" Draco huffed and chuckled, having some veryyyy evil plans. step one, find a group of preschooler and tell them the truth about saint nick. step two would be tel- "Right about that. if your a total pain in the ass BRAT, We'll be coming back here tomorrow, with you normal sized and WISHING you had something as mature and cool as that outfit on." Harry said, interrupting Draco's train of thought. '..DAMN IT!' Draco whined mentally. "I was never really gonna do anything." Draco lied out loud and Harry just smirked. "well I suppose it's not a lie if you behave." He said, picking out a picnic table for him to sit at and read, and before taking his book out of the diaper bag he'd brought, he took out a plastic pail and shovel and pointed over to where he wanted Draco to play first: the sandbox. Draco rolled his eyes but his was not to argue in this case, at least till Harry whistled and got the attention of all the other parents and kids around and waved Draco back over. before with everyone all distracted, ignoring him he hadn't worried so much about how much his diaper showed/crinkled, but now with all eyes on him.. Draco was red faced and whining as he got over to Harry. "Now now, none of that. this is what YOU'VE been begging ME for for a month.. no take backies little man. and you almost forgot your paci." Harry said and then clipped a green and black paci to Draco's chest and then popped the nipple in Draco's mouth, kissing red faced boys burning forehead. "Love you little guy." Harry said and then turned Draco around and with a firm pat or too on the tush sent the blond towards the sandbox.

Naturally the other parents wanted to know what was going on, why was Harry's son in diapers and all that jazz. Making use of the fact that there were all muggles and a charm to enhance well..his charms, Harry had them buying every line of the bullshit story he was coming up with on the spot. "So yeah, about month and a half ago I come home and there's my so called big boy who whined to be allowed to stay home without a baby sitter..and he's wearing a homemade diaper made out of towels safety pins and a prayer." Harry was saying.  "Little Draco looks up at me and squeaks out 'daddy!' and then the laxatives he'd taken combined with the shock..welll yeah. " the other parents chuckled and nodded. "So getting him all cleaned up, we have a talk and he says he misses being treated like a little guy and wanted the full experience..which included this trip to the park..Among a few other things." Harry said.

Draco glared over at Potter and while he couldn't make out what was being said, he was positive 90 percent of it was bullshit. His own reception at the sandbox had not been as fun, with two 5 year olds that at his current size looked semi fordable, blocked his entrance. "Sorry, ya gotta be potty trained ta get in here." Said the left boy, with dirty blond hair. "mmmfffh mm fffmmm." Draco protested around his paci. he knew from experience that removing it on his own was a bigggg nay nay. "pffft, what are you trying to say diaper boy?" the other kid asked, a brown haired boy who reached and tugged the paci out of Draco's mouth. "Phleg..I said I AM potty trained!" Draco huffed. "Right..mister massive pampers and a dummy is potty trained. Blond said, rolling his eyes. "I-I'm not diapered!" Draco lied. for some reason suddenly it felt super important to get into the sand box. "I-I just have a MASSIVE butt!" the younger boys exchanged a look, but just because they were young that didn't mean they were stupid. "Alright dummy boy, we'll give you a chance to prove your claim. drop your shorts." Brown said. "I..What!?!" Draco yelped, wetting himself a little. "You heard him. if your NOT a diaper wearing baby then you'll be in undies. So drop your shorts and show us!" the Blond said and then moved in. "or we could take'em ourselfs." "N-No! wait It's ok! I don't need to play in th-" Draco yelped and turned away to waddle back to Harry when he felt the waistline on his shorts being grabbed by two sets surprisingly strong hands.One pair went to the left and one pair to the right and the poor shorts that had been struggling to maintain the bulk of Draco's diaper ripped wide open. Now everyone on the playground could see the sesame street print diapers Draco was wearing, and watch as Big bird, cookie monster and others faded from the front. "Bobby Micheal Landrew!" Roared a blond lady. Ike James Jone!" Added in a brunette. the five year olds  went from looking happy and high fiving, having been about to torment the diaper baby but then heard their mothers voices. "run?" Bobby asked. "Run."  Ike agreed and so they did, though were caught in short order. All of this was a back round blur to Draco as with his nappy on display and the laughs and giggles coming up he could feel his bowels kicking into over drive. 'N-Not here..not now....' Draco thought, seeing people come into focus as he henched over and let out a loud fart. "Is he going to.." Came a girls voice. "Bwhahahaha what a loser!" "gross big baby." "Poor kid, " all this and more filled Draco's head and as a large load started to fill the back of his diapers he threw back his head to bawl for daddy, but harry was already there, hugging him.

"Shhh it's ok." Harry coo'ed. He was still waiting on Draco to finish loading his diaper., be a little more stable before he moved him for for his diaper change. "I'm pooping my diapie." Draco whimpered and whined, hugging Harry and burying his face in Harry's shoulder. "well I didn't think you smelled like this all the time." Harry joked and got a small chuckle out of Draco. "your not funny." Draco said and sniffled and rubbed a eye, looking like any other upset little boy coming around, trying to keep a pouty face but flashing toothy grins instead. "Well Humor is tricky like that. Ready for me to move you little guy?" Harry asked. Draco bit his lip and looked over his shoulder at the massive load he'd made, the diaper was sagging big time, and gulped. "Is it even gonna stay ON till we get back to the car?" Draco asked. "welll good news and bad news on that front." Harry said, having already figured out what was just dawning on Draco. "Bad news, no it won't hold up till the car. Good news: it'll hold up till we get to the picnic table." He went quiet to let that sink in and watched Draco's face. confusion played on it at first, then slowly a dawning, ..there we go he figured it out and then a even worse all face red blush took over and Draco yelled. "YOU ARE -NOT- CHANGING ME IN PUBLIC,ON THAT TABLE! YOUR JUST NOT!" As he yelled and huff, stomping a foot Harry had to bite his touge to keep from laughing. the other adults and kids didn't have to be that polite so the park filled with the sound of laughter again as Draco glare and huffed, stomping his feet as he screamed at everyone to stop laughing at him. harry noticed one of Draco's shoelaces had come undone and went to yell out a warning but it was too late. tripping forward Draco showed a amazing amount of agility to turn it into a roll of sorts and ended up sitting on his squishy butt, mouth open and eye twitching. "I-I shoulda..taken..the blow to the noggin." He whined and conked out from humiliation overload.

Draco woke up and rubbed his eyes, then slowly opened them. "Man, Ron you would not believe the nightmare i-" Was what Draco was trying to say but as he got his eyes opened he realized he was looking up at the sky..at the park. which meant that his horrible humiliating nightmare wasn't a nightmare, it had really happened!!! Looking around he noticed there were a lot of the other parents semi surrounding the table though some of the older kids were there too. 'what are they..' Draco wondered then it dawned on him. 'Of course, they're making a human wall so no one can just walk by and see my junk..' with that grim reminder Draco sat up some to look down, realizing he had his paci in his mouth. "Hey sleep head, we're just about done. I was starting to think you were gonna waste the rest of the day in sleepy town." Harry coo'ed. "mmmffh mmk."Was Draco's witty reply. with Draco all cleaned up and the two boys who had made him basically mess forced to carry the dirty diaper to the furthest away trash can,It was time for Draco's next diaper. His junk had been on display for a little longer then he was comfortable with (and that was a clock that only went at micro seconds) and as a breeze blew over the lunch table Draco's little nub twitched once..twice.. then a spurt of pee came out and Harry BARELY ducked out of the way. "Knew I should of brought the pee guard." Harry chuckled and Draco whined and wiggled. spotting a stuffie not that far away Draco snagged the stuffed bear and put it over his face to hide. "Aww it's ok little guy. happens to big babies like you. at least you didn't hit anyone." Harry coo'ed and rubed Draco's tummy. 'not helping!' Draco thought though that was somewhat of a lie. the tummy rubs felt nice.

With Draco re-diapered and it being somewhat MORE bulky then the las, He was forced to full on toddle like a 1 year old while trying to go anywhere in the park. This meant he'd take all of 7-10 steps, slowly, arms out for balance and ended up plopping on his butt while the crowd watched and chuckled. ALSO super not helping was the fact that harry had decided since everyone had seen Draco's diapers, why bother with the spare shorts to cover them up? when Draco when to polity (Read: Have a fit) over this and demanded cover, Harry had held up a skirt and Draco shut up fast. After falling on his butt for the 20th time Draco just stayed there, sitting on the grass and arms crossed while Harry and the parents laughed..and the other kids didn't exactly hold back either. "Awww what's wrong buddy?" "Done falling on my butt!" Draco huffed and pouted, then pointed to the sand box. "Carry me!" this, while meant to show everyone Draco wasn't a roll over and Harry was his bitch..instead got MORE laughter as Harry signed. "Well I suppose." he teased and lifted Draco up and carried him over. After setting him down in the sandbox and making sure Draco was good, Harry decided to stay with him to make sure that no more bullies came over.

Draco was blushing, fuming and mad, but as he played in the sandbox he felt all of that just drifting away as he lost himself in the fun. Making sand castles and showing them off to harry he really did feel like a little boy more then once. Including when anther boy, a 6 year old who had a pull up sticking out of the top of his shorts asked if he could join in. For the next few hours the pair of not quite potty trained boys took over the sandbox with Harry and the boys dad hitting it off and the only break being for juice boxes and cookies.

The only downside for Harry as Draco made a big baby buddy was while Tyler and his dad were nice, there was a whollle park he had wanted Draco to explore. Still with Draco in a natural little mode Harry couldn't break himself to break it up and there WAS always tomorrow anyhow. "Draco buddy, time to go." Harry called as the sky was turning orange in the evening. Draco naturally, pretended not to hear him and kept playing with the dino's that Tyler had brought to the sandbox. "Draco Malfoy Potter, I'm speaking to you." Harry said again. in the sandbox Tyler was trying to get Draco's attention, apparently it going over the kids head Draco was ignoring him on purpose. Tyler's dad was watching in amusement. "Draco unless you wanna be my little baby girl for the rest of the summer, out of that sand box now." Harry said and fought back a laugh at how Draco froze hearing that and then there was a puff of loose sand going up from a muffled fart. "Uhhh Tyler it was nice meeting you, I think it's time for me and daddy to go home." Draco said quickly and turned to waddle out of the sand box only to plop back on his butt. between the girth of it before, multiple wetting and the sand that had ended up in the diaper, Draco was helpless! "D-Daddy! Help!" Draco whined. '...that's in, I'm never letting him be big again. too damn cute.' Harry thought and came over, picking Draco up hands under his shoulders and eyes flashing. Just like that Draco's face scrunched up and his bowels went into over drive as he was there in Harry's arms. "A-Ah Daddy daddy I'm gonna-" Draco tried to yell out a warning but instead let out a massive loud fart that echoed and then with Tyler and his dad getting a good view, filled his diaper with massive lumps, crying out and gasping as they made their way out. "You're gonna what?" Harry asked, laughing and pulling the smelly boy in. Draco glared and went to answer but his paci was popped back into his mouth. "I know what your doing silly. too bad I got to bring any changes with me beyond that first one." Harry lied. "You'll just have to ride home stinky..of do you wanna stop for a happy meal on the way home?" Harry was asking now, heading for the car and bouncing Draco on his hip now. "...Want nuggets n fries." Draco mewed. "Good boy~"

The end

[tsarisfanfiction]

Tremor III

Fandom: Thunderbirds Rating: Teen (may wibble upwards into AO3′s Mature later) Genre: Hurt/Comfort/Angst Characters: Scott Tracy, The Hood

Here we go again!  This week our sense is Hear from @gumnut-logic‘s SensorySunday challenge.  Part 1 | Part 2

I think it’s time to wake Scott up, although he might disagree with me on that one.  While there’s nothing overly graphic, there are depictions of torture in this part.

There was the hum of machinery all around him and passing through him.  Some sort of engine, a monster of a beast from the low rumble. It wasn’t the rumble of a Thunderbird; not even Thunderbird Two’s acoustics reached quite as low as this.  Certainly, it was nothing like the comforting cry of his own ‘bird.

He shifted, his back resting on something solidly uncomfortable, and there was a heavy clink, like metal hitting metal.  Attempts to pull his arms to his sides – why were they above his head, he never slept like that – resulted in a louder clank and he was forced to stop moving by pressure on his wrists.  That didn’t bode well.

Where was he?  This could be one of Gordon’s pranks, but Gordon knew better than to mess around on a mission, and the last he could recall, he’d been on a rescue.  A collapsed mine, a distressed woman, and then- he’d been attacked?

He stilled, running through everything he knew again.  He was lying on something hard and unforgiving, with only a thin layer of what felt like rough cotton between his back and the surface.  His uniform was gone, as well as anything else he’d been wearing from what he could tell, and there were chains holding his wrists in place.  A heavy weight on his ankles suggested that his feet were similarly restrained, legs splayed just past the edge of what would be comfortable.  All in all, not a favourable position to be in.

There were other little noises, barely audible over the thrum of engines.  A shuffle, the almost silent passage of air in and out of someone’s mouth.  Wherever he was, he wasn’t alone.

“I trust your sleep was pleasant?”

Scott considered feigning further unconsciousness.  If he didn’t respond, they might just leave him alone and he could work out how best to get himself out of the predicament he’d ended up in.  Even if he was no longer wearing his uniform, it should be nearby, and if nothing else John would be tracking it.

“Come, now, Scott,” the voice continued.  It was male, silky, coaxing.  The sort of thing he heard from the businessmen he trusted the least.  It was also bordering on familiar.  “You and I both know you’re awake.”  He was sure he’d heard that voice before, somewhere.  If he could just remember where…  “If you wish,” the man continued, “I’ll let you know where you are.  You’re currently in one of the sections of my ship; I must apologise for the accommodation – I don’t often entertain guests.”

That told him nothing new, which he suspected was the purpose.  Offering useless information to bait him in was a common tactic, and one he’d pulled on younger brothers when required.

His companion sighed.

“A conversation ideally requires more than one participant,” he said neutrally.  “Of course, we could get down to business without preliminary small talk, but that would be so impolite.  What would your father think?”

A rush of rage flowed through Scott.  Who was this man to talk about Dad so casually, so familiarly?  How dare he-

All of a sudden, he realised where he knew the voice from, and something unpleasant coiled in his gut. Reluctantly, he pried his eyes open, squinting against the bright light directly above him, and looked over to his side.

The Hood was not someone he’d ever met in person, but he’d watched the Zero-X footage a thousand times, with the same, slimy bald head and drawn cheeks etching themselves into his mind over and over again until he invaded his dreams.  This was the man that killed Dad, and – Scott’s stomach lurched – now he was at his mercy.  He didn’t think the Hood had much of that.

“Ah, much better,” the Hood said lightly, a patronising smirk twisting his features.  There was nothing remotely pleasing to the eye about the entire visage.  “We have much to discuss, after all.”

“We have nothing to discuss,” Scott snapped back, his voice still laden with the rasp of groggy awakening.  Hazel eyes, a sickly green-yellow rather than Kayo’s much warmer, kinder, gaze, took on a glint of amusement.

“Oh, I assure you we do,” the Hood responded, inspecting his hands lightly.  “I think we should begin with the exact nature of your so-called ‘Eye in the Sky’.”

Thunderbird Five.  John.

“A space station of some sort?” the man continued, as though he was discussing the weather and not threatening his younger brother.  “Presumably one with a Thunderbird callsign, like the rest of your admittedly impressive fleet.  Let’s see… a Thunderbird Five?”

Scott glared at him, hoping he couldn’t hear his heart thumping.  It was all conjecture, understandable leaps of logic.  He didn’t actually know anything, he was just trying to get a reaction from him, to see how close his theories were to the truth.  Scott refused to let him know how accurate his guess was.

“You killed Dad,” he accused.  “Why would I tell you anything?”

The Hood gave a long, drawn-out sigh.

“Misunderstandings and defamation of character,” he said with an exaggerated patience.  “I did not kill Jeff.  He was not invited to join the show, nor did I force him to remain on the ship instead of bailing like a sensible individual.  Your father’s tragic demise was entirely of his own creation, I’m afraid.  Oh, don’t give me that look.  Glaring doesn’t change the truth.  He could have saved his own skin at any time, and you know it, Scott.”

His name falling as slick as oil from those thin, bloodless lips did nothing to improve Scott’s mood, and not for the first time, he wished glaring daggers was a more literal description. Anything to get this man away from him, saying half-truths as though they were gospel with a honeyed tongue.

“But we’re not here to discuss the tragedy that was the Zero-X,” the Hood continued, “although I would be willing to commiserate Jeff’s life with you after we get the business out of the way.  After all, he was my friend.”

“Liar!” Scott spat, without thinking.  “Dad would never be friends with, with-”

“With me?” the Hood finished, leaning forwards and delicately taking hold of his chin.  His fingers were spindly and just warm enough to be living, but slimy and raised goosebumps where they touched his skin.  “Oh, Scott, don’t you remember me?  Captain Taylor might have been awarded with the title of godfather, but I held you back when you were an infant before he ever met you. I dare say the man’s still never got his own godson’s name right.”

It was phrased as an observation, but there was a questioning tilt at the end of the sentence.  Scott set his jaw and didn’t answer.  That couldn’t be right.  He was lying – he was a crook, lying was what he did best.

“Oh, Lucille was never my biggest fan,” the Hood continued when it became apparent he had no intention of confirming or denying.  “But you adored me, always crawling to my feet whenever I walked in the house. Never in anything more than a nappy – oh, I’m speaking to an American, diaper.  You weren’t the biggest fan of clothing, as I recall.”

Scott felt sick, although he kept his glare up, jaw set against saying anything and waiting for the spidery fingers to release their feather-light touch on his face.  His parents and grandparents alike had commented more than once on infant-Scott’s protests against clothes, reminding him as a child whenever he despaired over Gordon’s similar dislike over wearing anything.  How the Hood knew that – if it wasn’t a lucky guess – he didn’t want to know.

Those weren’t the sort of details available to the public.

“But we can reminisce later,” the Hood said, finally taking his fingers away.  “Business before pleasure, of course.  So, International Rescue’s Eye in the Sky?”

“I’m not telling you anything,” he spat, and the Hood sighed.

“Such melodramatics.” He shook his head.  “I must say it gives me no pleasure to do this.”  There was a glint in his eye that told Scott he was lying, but before he could begin to determine what this was, his wrists burned like a wildfire, shocks streaking down his arms and contracting the muscles involuntarily.

It lasted no time at all, but to Scott’s dismay he was panting, forcing his muscles to relax again.

That gleam was still there when the Hood gripped hold of his chin again, fingers pressing in to the delicate flesh under his jaw, and forced him to face him again.  He didn’t remember looking away.

“I’m afraid I can’t accept no for an answer,” he said, voice still in the smooth businessman tones.  “If you won’t tell me willingly, I have no choice but to resort to somewhat harsher methods.  I will ask you again: tell me all about your Eye in the Sky.”

“Go to hell!” Scott spat, tensing up in anticipation of another shock.  None came, and the Hood gave a grin that would have looked more at home on a tiger as he retracted his hand again.

“Now why would I want to do that?”  He checked his watch, a flash of gold, and hummed.  “I’m afraid I will have to bring our conversation to an end for the moment. My attention is required elsewhere.” Scott watched him stand, brushing invisible lint from his suit.  “We shall resume later.”

The door was out of Scott’s line of sight, but he heard it lock and relaxed.  Time to find-

Pain lanced through him, electricity dancing through his muscles and once again forcibly contracting them.  He clenched his teeth through the pain, his back arching away from the table and his limbs coming up short against the clinking of chains.  Unlike the first dose, it didn’t cease after a split second, instead wracking his body into spasms.  He couldn’t breathe, it hurt, it burned, he couldn’t breathe.

Black spots danced in his vision and somewhere there was a keening sound, like a distant scream.  He couldn’t breathe, his nerves were on fire, his body wouldn’t listen to him-

As suddenly as it had started, it stopped again, leaving him heaving for breath and blinking away the black spots.  His back cautiously lowered to the probably-table he was chained to, and oh so slowly, he got his trembling limbs back under control.  He had to escape; while he had every faith that John and Kayo would find him, he couldn’t just lay back and wait.  Not with taser-infused chains that needed no clear provocation to activate.

Given their resistance to his pain-induced thrashing, it was unlikely that the chains would break easily, but with nothing else to go on, Scott forced his aching arm to extend until his hand to wrap around the chain linked to him and tugged.  There was a rattle, but no give.

Clenching his teeth, Scott tried again.  And again. And again.

There was the hiss of an opening door and he dropped the chain as though it burned.  Hurried footsteps, unlike the calm and measured ones of the Hood, approached him until a person with a ridiculous mask over their head was stood next to him.  He couldn’t see where they were looking exactly, but the helmet moved in a slow turn, giving off the appearance of taking in his entire restrained – and, oh, undressed – self, before settling on his face.

“Water,” a heavily disguised voice said, holding up a clear plastic bottle in front of his face. Scott opened his mouth to point out that he was hardly in a position to drink, but before he could say anything, the cap was popped off and the water upended over his mouth.

Unprepared, and in what was quite possibly the worst position, there was nothing Scott could do except splutter and choke as some of the miniature deluge found its way down his throat.  There was no way to breathe, no way to escape – attempts to turn his head sideways, out of the path of the water were thwarted by a large hand gripping his chin with none of the Hood’s faux finesse and forcing his mouth open.

Then the water was gone, and he was coughing and choking in an effort to keep it out from his lungs. Water erupted onto his face, running off his cheeks like tears, and he turned his head to the side, vomiting up what he could.  The masked person was gone by the time he got control of himself again, now uncomfortably aware of the rough cotton below him absorbing the moisture and turning damp.

The chains on his wrist flared up again, and he had a split second to panic about the water dripping off of him and into the material below him before his awareness sharply narrowed to agony, can’t breathe, muscles wound tighter than a spring and his vision alternating black and white as that background keening started again.

Him, he realised dimly when the pain came to an abrupt end, leaving him gasping and heaving.

“I trust you’ve had some time to reconsider.”  The Hood’s silky tones draped over him as the man himself stepped back into view.  How much time had passed?  Scott didn’t think it had been that long, but he had no way to tell the time.  Any attempts at keeping track mentally had been well and truly thrown off.  “I would rather dispense with this uncouth method and discuss this civilly.”

Scott spat some leftover water at him as he carefully persuaded his muscles to unclench, one group at a time, and took some glee in the fact it landed on his face.  Aside from the twitch of a brow, there was no response.

“We were discussing your Eye in the Sky?” the Hood prompted instead, just as he managed to release the tension from his left calf.  Scott turned his head away and a sharp burst of electricity shot up from his left ankle, jerking his leg taut again and travelling up to his hips before fading away. “It’s polite to look at someone when they’re talking to you, Scott.  I’m sure your father taught you that.  Your mother certainly would have.”

Scott reluctantly rolled his head over to glare at him, once again trying to unwind his leg muscles.

“You don’t get to talk about my parents,” he rasped, throat unpleasantly raw.  He tried not to think about that.

“I would prefer to address International Rescue,” the Hood reminded him.  Scott shut his mouth and glowered at him.  “Really, Scott?  I was hoping to have a mature conversation with an adult; who knew the commander of International Rescue was such a child?  I imagine you’ll be sticking your tongue out at me next?”

Scott refused to rise to the bait, and the Hood sighed.

“No matter,” he said. “We have time.”  Scott inwardly scoffed.  His family would arrive soon, even if he couldn’t get himself free any time soon.  He only had to hold out until then.

He had military training. He could do that.

The Hood headed for the door again, calm and measured footsteps that stopped just out of his sight.

“Oh, and Scott? Everything you had on you was left by the mine.”  Scott suddenly felt very cold.  His tech, his trackers…  “I do hope you weren’t expecting a rescue.”  Without those, they couldn’t track him.  The Hood’s ship had constantly evaded everything they had for eight years now – it had been a point of contention for John and Kayo alike.

The Hood made a noise that was clearly amused.

“You were?  Oh, dear, Scott.  It’s a good thing I told you – we wouldn’t want you clinging to some false hope, would we?”  Scott barely listened to him, dread pooling in his gut.

He had to get out of there.

The door hissed shut, locking with a thud, and for the first time, he felt truly trapped.

Part IV

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[ansgar-martinsson]

The Best Intentions - Part 35

“Come on, Viktoria, darling,” Ansgar sang through grit teeth. He adored the child, but his patience had worn thin. The dear girl had thrown a full-on toddler-style tantrum in the middle of the park – face down, dress rumpled and ruched up over her leggings-clad bum, fists pounding, legs kicking, hair flying, in the wood shavings beneath the play set.

She’d wanted, apparently, to use the circle-shaped round and round swinging thing, for which Ansgar had no idea what the name was, but she’d wanted it anyway; and there had been a line of other children waiting for it.

But she’d wanted it right then and there, sod the line. Sod the other kids. Sod the horrified parents watching her and ‘tsk’ing at her - at him.

Sod her uncle who was hovering over her, bent double, begging and pleading in a quasi-soothing, increasingly-furious tone with her to “Get up… get up Beanie. Viktoria Bean Martinsson, you stop this nonsense and you get up right now. Right this minute. Come on, darling, sweet summer child, up you get.”

Sod her mum, sod her papa, sod the twins, sod the ice cream man, sod everyone. She wanted the… circle thing… and she would have it.

Or not.

“All right then, alskling,” Ansgar had hissed, wrapping an arm around her waist and heaving her, kicking and screeching, to his hip. “We’re leaving!”

And so, they’d left. Beanie having gone limp, snot-soaked and sobbing beneath Ansgar’s arm, the twins - placid and unknowing in their double pram, pushed along with Ansgar’s free hand. And Ansgar, fizzing with fury and red with embarrassment, had wondered just how the fuck Magnus managed to deal with such things every single damn day.

“I get to be the fun one, she says… cool auntie, she says…” he muttered to himself, only to be interrupted by a high-pitched male voice. The voice of some man who’d jogged jauntily up to Ansgar at the car as he was loading the children in.

“Hey! All right there, Mags?”

“Huh, me?” Thunk. Ouch! Ah! Fffff…. fiddle feathers!” he’d cursed, rubbing angrily at his head. The sharp impact against the car’s door jamb rang through his skull, blurring his vision and cramping his jaw. The word ‘fuck’ rest precariously on the tip of his tongue, teeth buried deep into his bottom lip, but he’d promised. No profanity around the Bean… although, he knew from the content of her screaming tirade moments before that she knew exactly what words were naughty and exactly what words to use when one is furious beyond control.

“Yeah, man,” the overly fit arsehole had said, patting Ansgar jovially on the back. “Lookin’ like you’ve got a handful there. The kid giving you a hard time? Need help?”

Ansgar had stiffened, railing at the stranger’s unwelcomed and impertinent touch of his person. He felt a sneer lift the edge of his lip, but with a breath, he brought his face back under control. “No, thank you,” he said tersely, calmly, and leaned back into the car.

“When’d you grow a beard, Mags? I swear I just saw you out in your yard yesterday, and your face was bare as a baby’s bottom. Is that fake or something?”

Click. Ansgar had fastened the buckle over Axel’s little belly and, as Rebecka had showed him, fixed the blanket around his legs, having done the same to Ingrid. He offered the child the pacifier, and when the baby took it, closed his eyes, and relaxed into the seat, Ansgar, too, took a breath.

He’d crawled back out of the car, stood straight, and peered irritably at the man, arms akimbo. “It’s not fake,” he said.

“You sure about that?” The man had reached out a hand to touch Ansgar’s face, to see for himself.

Ansgar bent back, turning his face, and he slapped the man’s hand away. “Bugger off! It’s mine. It’s real, and I’m not Magnus, okay?”

The man had made an incredulous face, turning his head to fix Ansgar with a gimlet eye. “Come off it,” he said, popping Ansgar one on the shoulder - there he was with the touching again - “You’re Magnus Martinsson. My neighbor. What’s the deal, man?”

Ansgar had sighed and glared at the man, his face a mask of annoyance, of burgeoning anger just bubbling beneath the surface and waiting to explode. “The deal, man,” Ansgar mocked. “Is that I am his brother. Ansgar. Not Magnus. And I am… babysitting…,” the word had tripped from his lips on a wave of icy venom, “my brother’s children.”

His eyes flashed. “Not to mention, one of said children just staged her very own Shakespeare in the Park tragedy right over there,” he pointed. “So. I am taking her home, where I shall fill her face full of ice cream or muesli or applesauce or whatever will work to settle her down, then we shall have a bit of a cuddle, and I shall put her to bed. Now,” he quirked a sardonic smile. “If you will kindly step away from my brother’s daddy-mobile grocery-getter, I can get in, start the damn car, and get the flippin’ hell out of here before I die of absolute mortification.”

“Flippin hell!” a small voice chimed from within the car. “Flippin’ hell!”

Ansgar had growled, eyeing the man with increasing disdain. “Excuse me. Please.” he said dangerously, and he turned, folded himself into the car, and started the engine.

Only to hear “flippin’ hell… flippin’ hell… flippin’ hell…” sung in a bouncy, off-key child soprano all the way back to his brother’s house.

And now, they were back in the house, and Ansgar’s beloved niece, Viktoria Bean Martinsson, was barely able to keep her eyes open, barely able to walk into the house at the heels of her uncle, exhausted as she was. “Uncle Sgar, pick me up. Want you ta hold me pweeze an’ I’ll sleep wif you.”

And Ansgar looked down at the little girl, the little girl whose blonde curls and blue eyes looked so much like his own. And now those little blonde curls were mussed and tangled with bits of brown bark, and those blue eyes were large, trusting, and imploring, yet glazed, rheumy, and tired.

And she was the most heart-melting thing he’d ever seen.

He pushed the stroller into the living room, the twins having fallen asleep, and he picked the girl up, smiling as she rendered herself into his arms, against his chest, over his shoulder.

***

Ansgar sat on the sofa, legs spread wide beneath him, Beanie sprawled splay-legged, face-down over his chest. Her sleepy, sweet breath wuffled softly over his neck and cheek. The twins he had fed, changed their nappies (oh, Christ, the smell!) and settled them into their own cots for the night.

Now with just Beanie with him, he lifted his phone high above him, peering up at it as he was finally able to read Joline’s text. A text that was time-stamped about four hours prior. He frowned, confused, even though the text was obviously sent to prevent confusion.

Sorry - was out and about with the children. A bit insane. Envied your “cool auntie” status with your nephews. What do you mean faithful, darling? I have no doubt you’re faithful to me. Why do you feel the need to reassure me of that?

He let his hand drop to his side, his eyes growing heavy. The weight and warmth of the child, the after-bath lavender and chamomile scent of her, the softness of her cotton pyjamas, the tickle of her still-damp curls – all lulled him to a slumber of his own.

His mind wandered to thoughts of her, thoughts of Joline, images and flashes of their time together - the beautiful fury on her face, the passion replaced thereby moments later, her smile, her eyes, her body beneath his, her mind, her spirit. And he felt the need to express it to her.

Once and for all.

I trust you implicitly, Joline. I know it’s only been a short time, but I find myself awash with feelings for you. They’re rather pleasurable, and new, and different, and frankly, I feel like a new man with you. I want to name them but I’m afraid to, but if I did I would call them something like… love.

He shook his head, cringing after he’d hit send on the last message. “Idiot. Arsehole,” he groused, tapping the edge of the phone to his forehead. “Telling her that way, what’s wrong with you?” He lifted the phone again, pressed the button for FaceTime, and dialed her number. The chirpy ring of his iPhone sounded and sounded and sounded, and eventually timed out with a discouraging beep, her having not answered.

“Damn,” he swore, and then he tried simply calling her. Again, the phone played the ring music for him through the speakerphone, and again she did not answer. He flipped back to the home screen, seeing the time - 10:45 pm.

He furrowed his brow, sat up, and gently moved the child aside to rest, mumbling to herself, on the sofa. His gut clenched, a combination of fear and worry and self-loathing. Telling her you love her, his mind berated him. You dipshit. Now look what you’ve done. She’s stopped speaking to you. You’ve frightened her. With an irritated growl, he scooted forward to the edge of the seat, hunched over the phone, and texted.

Darling? Are you there?

Nothing. Not even the little bubble with the three dots. Not even an indication that his messages had been read or  delivered. He blew out his breath and stood, pacing the small living room, his mind whirring and whirling. But then, he stopped. He closed his eyes. He inhaled through his nose and exhaled slowly on puffed cheeks.

Trust her, his other, more rational voice said. She’s occupied. Not near her phone. Busy. Sleeping, Taking a bath, taking a shit, taking care of her mum, watching a film… She’s not ignoring you. The world does not revolve around you, Ansgar Martinsson. She’s fine. She … she loves you too. She hasn’t said it but you know it. In your bones, deep down in your bones, you know it.

Ansgar brought his phone to bear, and set his thumbs on the keyboard again. It’s late on a Sunday, he texted, I suppose you’re busy at home. I’m knackered, and I need to hit the sack. Long day. Will tell you about it tomorrow. Early flight and then I will meet you at the Opera House at ten sharp. Don’t be late.

And then, with a smile on his face, a shrug, and attitude of ‘why not?’ He sent one more text.

I love you, Joline Lindberg. Think on that, my darling, and sleep well.

Ansgar’s words played over and over on a loop in her mind, and her focus had been split by his fingers inside her at the time. Pleasure pounded in her ears then, her body strung out and tensed for the fall into blissful oblivion, her hands full of leather seat, her toes curled in her heels. But she’d heard them all the same, that hidden possessive threat.

‘While I’m away in Ystad, no orgasms. Your orgasms belong to me.’

Ansgar had said it in the heat of the moment, just before he left her side for more than twenty-four hours and two nights in her own bed. She’d realized that he’d promised fidelity to her but she hadn’t promised herself to him at the same time. She should have done it then, only so he didn’t have to ask – demand – that she remained his.

Joline couldn’t name the moment, pinpoint the minute she knew or at what point she had become so, but she knew. The second, that split in time didn’t matter, only that she recognized that she belonged to him, with him, for him. Reassuring him felt an important step for her, as much as it was for him.

It was the most important realization in her world until the infection hit.

There were good days and bad days since her mother’s diagnosis; that Sunday had been the worst yet. Emelie, in her weakened state, fell victim to infections often, sometimes without warning or any symptoms.

Emelie’s restless energy should have tipped Joline off that something was wrong. Too rare though that Emelie would let Joline fuss over her beyond administering her daily medications and nightly treatments. Schedules, pill bottles, catheters, needles and other medical equipment littered every room in the house. Emelie despised the reminders of her fate, and did everything to minimize it for her daughter and son. She lied, hid, and withheld the truth to keep them in the dark about how her disease progressed.

It was true, Joline’s cooking could only be described as mediocre at best. The taste of the omelets didn’t put her in the bathroom, heaving into the toilet bowl though. Not this time. Emelie disguised her sickness by running the shower to cover the sound. She wouldn’t let Joline touch her for fear that the fever would clue her daughter into what was happening. She knew, only too well…

“Mama,” Joline called from the lounge in late afternoon, “shall I put on a dvd?”

From the confine of the bathroom, Emelie cleared her throat and padded her flushed face with a cool wet flannel. “No… no, baby girl, you’re—“ She gulped, choking back another wave of nausea. She took a deep breath chasing the rise in her esophagus back down. “You-you’re working.”

Joline clapped her binder closed, swinging her bare legs off the armrest of the oversized reading chair. She sat sideways on the chair every time, it supported her back and didn’t make her sit funny like her computer chair did. She knotted herself into a human pretzel in that contraption.

“My day off, I’m… I’ve a meeting tomorrow. Reviewed all I could for that,” she lied to her mother. With Ansgar involved as her partner and the man she was seeing, she kept mum on what she’d really been going over, the lighting permits. Until she knew where she stood with Ansgar and the rumors died down to the next scandal, she could avoid mentioning him to her mother.

“I’m… okay, baby girl.”

“Good to know, but I didn’t ask,” Joline quipped unfolding and standing from her chair. She shoved her binder and house issued netbook into her leather bag from Monday. She checked her phone in case she’d missed an incoming message from Ansgar, in case it hadn’t sounded. No luck, but she knew he was busy with the newborn twins and the toddler.

Emelie called out, “Don’t wait for… me.”

“How about fika and kanelbulle?” Joline offered rummaging through the kitchen cupboard for a snack. She found the last of the pastries, and the thought of coffee made her mouth water. She flipped the switch on her coffee maker and fetached two mugs from the cupboard.

Emelie finally emerged from the bathroom while Joline brewed her K cups, staggering through her fever, feeling dizzy. She took a tremulous breath and spoke unevenly, “Jo-line.”

Her daughter whirled around just in time to see her fall to the floor.

In one singular instant, Joline was thrust into her worst fucking nightmare. From the moment her mother collapsed to the floor like a rag doll, fear stuck to her. Her new shadow. “MAMA!” Her scream echoed against the empty spaces in the room, the high pitch bouncing back.

She lunged to the floor, dropping to her hands and knees beside the prone figure of her mother, her best friend, her favorite person on the face of the planet. Handfuls of her mother’s clothes filled her palms as she unraveled the older woman. Joline pressed her cool hands to her mother’s inflamed face. The shock of the burn made her gasp and draw away, terror gripping the base of her spine. Gently she tried rousing her mother with gentle slaps against her cheeks.

“Mama? Mama? Please, please…” she heard the panic rise in her voice, “oh, God… not now. Mama?” She checked her mother’s pulse point. Weak but present. Checked her breathing. Shallow but steady. If she had her wits, she would’ve grabbed the blood pressure machine that she used morning and night to check her mother’s levels.

A lump of dread and alarm formed in the back of her throat, but she used it as fuel. Fuel to push her to her feet. To propel her towards her mobile. To pound her fingers to dial 112 for emergency responders. To fall to her mother’s side once more.

“What is the nature of your emergency please?” A flat voice asked immediately.

“Please, please, send an ambulance…” Joline’s eyes filled with unshed tears. “It’s, it’s, it’s my mother. She’s ill… she’s sick. Please send help.” Brokenly she rattled off the address of her childhood home in Gamla Stan, not for the first time, but she always feared it would be the last. She wasn’t blind to her mother’s condition.

“How old is the victim?”

“She’s sixty-three… she suffers… from kidney failure, a complication of Lupus.” As calmly as she could, she named all the medications, dosages, and the time of her last hookup to the peritoneal dialysis. Joline memorized all the pertinent information for emergencies of this nature. It was precisely the reason she’d returned to Sweden.

The dispatcher talked her through to when the first responders arrived, Joline barely functional in her worry. She threw her mobile aside when the bell sounded and she let the two men in to tend to her mother. Within minutes, they were on route to urgent care. The next hour flew by in a flurry of rushed, barked orders, checking and rechecking her mother and dashing her into the intensive care unit.

Infection… that was the only part Joline understood in her shock. She was near comatose, completely beside herself when the nurse pressed a phone into her hand and ordered her to call someone. She rung Elias since she knew the number, and the dam burst when she heard his voice on the other end of the line.

“Elias,” she cried. “You better come. It’s… mum. She’s sick.”

#the best intentions

[renee-writer]

Room and Board Chapter 31 Three Months

“I can't believe she is three months old today. Where has the time gone?” She says that morning as they dress for the day. He smiles as he changes his daughter’s nappy.

“It is something. They really do grow so fast.” He lifts her up and looks into her face. “Good morning princess. You are a quarter of a year old today.”

“Oh God!” Claire replies as she twist her hair up in a bun.

“And your mammy is having trouble dealing with that.” She looks like Claire, he thinks as she babbles back at him, in all but her coloring. “Yes? Is that so? Well lass, I think she knows that but I will tell her.”

“What are you two talking about?” She walks over and Becca reaches for her. “Good morning Becca. What were you telling daddy?”

“Oh just that not to be upset at her growing. That that is what children do. Each stage is a sweet miracle to look forward to and she will always be your baby girl.”

“That is true and a lot to say, Becca. Mammy gets you and daddy's point. I will try to celebrate this stage knowing it won’t last long but the next will be just as worthy of celebrating. Besides, we have a lot to do today.” She says as the baby watches her with wide eyes. “Yes, we have to go to the market for us and to get some stuff for mammy's first catering job. I have to make up a menu first. Lot’s to do!”

“I am very proud of you.” Jamie hugs her from behind and Becca reaches for his nose. “Owe! You too princess Becca with the strong grip.”

“Let go of daddy's nose. He has to go to work himself.” She disengages her and he comes around and kisses her soundly. He then kisses the top of Becca's head.

“Anything you need me to pick up?”

“No but thanks. Becca and I will handle it.”

“Okay. Ring if that changes. Heck ring anyway as I miss you when away.”

“You are so sweet. I love you.” After the first time, a month ago, she finds it so much easier to say.

“I love you. You too stinker bug.”

She decides yo watch the morning news as she makes up menus. She had breakfast and nursed Becca, who now plays contentedly on her back, with the mobile. She smiles down at her as she lists the ingredients she will need. She is only half listening to the talk of the weather( more rain excepted, of course), sports( rugby and football), until a word got her full attention. Rape

“The suspect was picked up right outside Edinburgh. He matches to description of the man sought by the police for the rape of the 18 in Edinburgh. He is suspected in many more but the police only have one description. He had been careful not to let his face be shown.”

A booking shot flashes on the screen. A black man. She catches her breath. For the shape of his nose, the curve of his lip, the darkness of his skin, look back at her in her daughter.

#my writing #outlander fanfic #jamie and claire #cannon divergence #modern au #outlander fandom #room and board #three months

[megalony]

Family holiday- Part 2

A second instalment that follows on from my previous imagine and is part of my Outnumbered series.

I hope you all enjoy it.

Family holiday

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"Just where are you going madam?" Ben questioned, his hands reaching out for the two-year-old who was beginning to crawl in the other direction from where the rest of them were sitting. Holding her middle Ben picked Lola up and sat her back down between his legs in the sand, watching a smile light up her face. Her small hand reaching for the blue bucket resting at her side, thrashing it around in the sand.

A smile formed on Ben's lips at watching Lola play, wearing her pale pink flower swimsuit. Lily had begged to go swimming today since they had all recovered from jet lag by having yesterday in bed. And Ben loved the thought of going in the water to get away from the heat that was suffocating compared to the cold temperature they were used to back home.

"Hey!" Reaching down quickly Ben grasped Lola's wrist to pull her hand away from her lips, shaking his head at her when she was about to stuff a handful of sand into her mouth. "Don't do that baby." Opening her hand Ben brushed the sand from her fingers, not wanting her to eat it and make herself sick although she didn't seem to care. Reaching out with the other hand to grab another fistful of sand, about to do the same again. "I'm warning you, cheeky." Dusting the sand from both her hands Ben picked her up, setting her on his shoulders for the time being so she wasn't able to grab any more sand.

"I think she's hungry, it might be time for dinner." (Y/n) responded, biting back a smile when Ben's head lurched forward at feeling Lola's hand fisting in his damp curls, pulling on them as she giggled.

"Ow, bloody hell Lola stop it." Taking the toddler from his shoulders Ben shook his head at the two-year-old who simply flashed a cheeky grin knowing what to do to push Ben's buttons. Leaning over Ben hovered his lips over (Y/n)'s, being mindful of the baby resting between them who was leaning up against (Y/n) before he pressed his lips to her own.

The blonde smiled at feeling her hand cupping his jaw, suddenly sighing through his nose, breaking the kiss to turn his head and look to the toddler who was pulling on his arm. Her doe eyes looking up to his own as she started to clamber onto his leg, pushing herself so she was leaning up to him obviously wanting his attention back on her. It didn't seem to matter what Ben was doing, his attention always found itself going back to Lola. She was definitely the more cheeky girl who needed to be watched carefully, but she was very much a daddy's girl. She loved Ben's attention more than anything else and she always seemed to make sure that she got it no matter what.

Lily was Ben's double, she had the same ash blonde hair, emerald green eyes and shared a lot of his traits, the main one being their anxiety. With May it was a bit harder to tell because she was so young, but Ben was sure she was going to be more (Y/n)'s double than his own. She seemed to settle a bit better with her mum as well.

"Jealous?" Ben questioned with raised eyebrows, watching the two-year-old steady herself against him with her arms wrapped around one of his own before she leaned up to him. Puckering her lips for a kiss causing Ben to laugh, watching how she waited, expecting the same affection that her mother got.

Reaching out (Y/n) fumbled for her phone, capturing the moment when Ben leaned over, pressing a kiss to Lola's lips and then her forehead to keep her happy. Sending the picture to Joe with the caption 'you're missing out' underneath to show him what he was missing.

"I think you're forgetting someone." (Y/n) reminded, eyes glancing to Lily who moved over to get to Ben.

"Alright, Lily let's go in the water before we gotta leave for dinner cause I'm getting hungry." Ben stated once he'd kissed her and May. His hands moving to hold Lola's sides, hoisting her up as he got to his feet holding the toddler to his chest. Brushing the few specs of sand from her fingers quickly before she decided to try her luck with digesting them.

"Make sure she doesn't drink the water." (Y/n) reminded, knowing Lola was most likely to do that if she was thirsty or just to be difficult. Teaching her what was right and wrong was easier said than done because Lola would reach for anything to try her luck with eating or drinking it. Telling her not to do something made her laugh as she thought it was a game until Ben used a stern tone with her which she hated. If Ben was actually angry with her Lola would cry which made him feel worse when telling her that something was wrong.

Heading over to the water Ben lowered Lola so her legs and middle were in the water, keeping her afloat as he slowly walked through the waves. Pulling her up and lowering her a few times in the water as Lily started to swim close to him. Giggles escaping her lips when Ben started chasing her with Lola, the toddler reaching out for her sister's foot that looked like it was taunting her.

Glancing his eyes back over to (Y/n) Ben watched her for a moment or two. Watching her pressing a kiss to May's cheek before turning her around, pointing Ben and the girls out, leaning her cheek against the newborn's head swaying them side to side. It was a sight that Ben had seen thousands of times but something that he could admire for the rest of his life, watching his wife with their daughters. His heart swelling at the sight and the notion that she had given him three of the best gifts in the world.

"Right, are we ready? I'm starving." Lifting Lola again from the water Ben kept his arm around her middle holding her to his chest. His other hand reaching out for Lily's hand as they made their way through the water to head back to the other two girls.

Ben and (Y/n) had taken turns sitting on the sand with one of the girls, either sitting with May when she had a bottle or fell asleep. Sitting with Lola to let her play in the sand or sitting with Lily whilst she had a break from swimming. Now Ben was ready to get something to eat, he hadn't eaten hardly anything on the plane and back at the hotel yesterday was spent mostly sleeping. None of them apart from May had an appetite, and when Lola ate something she threw it back up. Still having a bad stomach from the plane ride here.

Walking back over to them Ben carefully sat down, handing a towel to Lily and grabbing another, wrapping Lola in it so he could dry her off. Sitting her beside him on the towel so she couldn't try and eat the sand as he brushed the droplets of water off himself. Catching the shirt (Y/n) threw to him, slipping it over his frame and putting on his flip flops.

"Alright, where we going for dinner?" (Y/n) questioned, resting May in the pram since she was rather calm and looked like she was going to go to sleep soon. Reaching over to shrug Lily's dress over her swimsuit, knowing she could change in the bathroom when they found somewhere to eat. Taking hold of Lily's hand (Y/n) started pushing the pram with the other when they had all their things stuffed into the bag underneath the pram.

"I'm not hungry." Lily dismissed with a shake of her head as they headed onto the wooden pathway that led off the beach and onto the pavement. The heat beating down against them now that they weren't in the water anymore.

"You haven't eaten since breakfast, your having something." Ben responded, leaning around to look at her as his expression told her his decision wasn't to be challenged. It was bad enough that none of them could face eating anything on the plane and had eaten a few biscuits here and there yesterday but none of them had a proper breakfast today either. Ben and Lily shared a pot of fruit between them, (Y/n) managed to eat some bread and a yoghurt and Lola only had a yoghurt too. May was the only one keeping anything down. Ben wasn't having Lily go any longer without something to eat, especially with them being active and burning energy all day swimming, she needed something.

Wrapping his right arm around (Y/n)'s middle Ben leaned his head against her own, his lips pressing to the side of her temple as they headed back down the street they came from this morning. Knowing they would pick a random place to eat along the way.

"Daddy." Lola's voice flooded his ears as her small arms managed to wind themselves around his neck, trying desperately to pull him back to her. Clearly not liking him sharing his affections to someone else.

"Careful, jealous girl." He warned, turning his head so she didn't break his neck with her grip. "I can kiss your mummy too, you know." Nevertheless Ben pressed a kiss to Lola's temple seeing that it caused a smile to brighten her features. Her chin resting on his shoulder which portrayed a very innocent look which Ben knew to be false as she was anything but.

"Shall we go here?" (Y/n) questioned, looking to the building on their right that didn't look too busy. She didn't care where they went for dinner as long as they could get something to eat. Glancing her eyes up to Ben (Y/n) thought it best they go here because he didn't look too well, he was a bit paler than usual. He hadn't looked well the night they got to the hotel nor yesterday but he seemed a bit better today up until now which (Y/n) guessed was because he had burnt out his energy.

Nodding in response Ben grabbed the door so (Y/n) could get the pram and Lily inside. Following after them when a waitress showed them to a table near the back which was out of the way and had the space to fit the pram beside them.

"Do you want to take Lily to get changed? You're both soaking."

"Yeah, come on sweetheart." Waiting beside (Y/n) Ben watched as she grabbed a top and some shorts for Lily, a lilac dress and a nappy for Lola and some shorts, boxers and a different top for Ben. Passing him a towel along with the clothes. Knowing it wouldn't be comfortable for any of them to sit down on leather seats when their clothes were sticking to them from the water they couldn't get rid of. (Y/n) was alright at least, having been sat in the sun for the past hour tending to May meant any water on her was dried immediately. Taking the clothes from her Ben kissed her temple before nudging Lily so she would walk in front of him.

Ben felt the urge to ask (Y/n) to take the girls instead but that would mean him waiting with May and then going to change after and it was time wasting and messing about. The last time he went into the ladies toilets to change Lola, a woman clearly stated he shouldn't be in there and didn't care that he was tending to his daughter. But they all needed to get changed and Ben was too tired to care if anyone made a comment that he was in the wrong toilets. Walking into the toilets Ben glanced around for a moment, wondering how this was going to work. He couldn't leave Lola on the changing table to see to Lily since he knew she would ask him to stay with her.

"Right, come on you." Heading into the end stall that had more space than the rest Ben put the toilet seat down and dumped the clothes on it, sighing in relief when there was a baby changing table in there too meaning this was going to be easier.

Pulling down the table Ben set Lola down onto it, grabbing the nappy and dress before looking to Lily. She'd discarded her sodden dress on the floor, pulling at the swimsuit that was sticking uncomfortably to her skin. Bending down in front of her Ben helped discard the swimsuit from her frame before he wraped the towel around her to dry her off.

"Here you go, sweetheart." Handing her the clothes as he took the towel Ben stood back to his feet. Turning around so he could begin to change Lola, his hands holding her sides and pulling her back so she was sitting up instead of laying on her stomach. "You can't sleep yet baby, we haven't had dinner." Ben commented when he watched Lola's eyes close for a brief moment when he laid her down so he could change her into the clean dress. It was easier to change her when she was tired since she didn't put up a fight but at the same time she couldn't have a nap yet because they needed to eat first.

Sitting her up on the table when she was dressed Ben dried himself with the towel, making quick work to change from the sodden shirt and trunks into his shorts, boxers and top. Wrapping all the swimsuits and wet clothes into the towel to keep them from getting anything else in the bag wet.

"Can you take this for me, and I'll grab Lola."

Nodding Lily grabbed the bundle of clothes, holding it away from her so she didn't get her dry clothes wet as Ben reached out and held Lola bouncing her on his hip to try and wake her up a little more. Resting his hand on Lily's shoulder Ben guided them out so they could make their way back to the table. Reaching the table Lily held the towel out to (Y/n) with a cheeky grin spreading on her features.

"Present for you."

"Thank you... just what I wanted." (Y/n) responded, shuffling over so she could bundle the towel and clothes back into the bag underneath the pram as Lily sat down in the booth opposite her.

"Present." Ben repeated, gently holding Lola out to her mum before he took a seat next to Lily. His hand reaching out for the pram so he could pull it over to him so it was more out of the way and so he could reach May if she needed anything.

"Much better." (Y/n) responded, setting Lola so she was sitting on her lap, her small hands planting themselves on the table as Lily set out the menus in front of them all. Glancing over Ben locked eyes with Lola, watching as she called out for him before trying her best to pull herself up onto the table clearly wanting to move over to get to him. Her attempts being stopped when (Y/n) gently pulled her back so she was sitting down again. They always had either May or Lola split between them so one parent looked after one of them and then tended to Lily if she needed anything since she didn't need help when eating or walking etc,.

"No, baby you stay there. I can't have a beer if you sit with me." Ben never minded sitting with Lola when they were out or eating like this but lately, if she sat with him she was tempted to grab his beer. Ben knew it was because they tended to get something to eat and share it with her since she was still only two and didn't eat much and so she tried to share his drink as well. He wasn't having her sitting with him and then crying when he told her she couldn't have the bottle of beer he normally had. The last time she tried to drink it she burst into tears when he told her off.

Glancing his eyes to the left Ben watched Lily move around until she was facing him, silently crawling the minimal space between them until she was sitting on his knees. Her head pressed to his chest as she wrapped her arms around his middle, eyes closing as they waited for their order to be placed. Deciding that Ben and Lily would share some spaghetti and (Y/n) would share lasagna with Lola.

Resting his hand on her back Ben rubbed circles into her skin, leaning his chin on top of her head knowing she must be tired by now.

"You gonna have a drink?" Ben mumbled against her hair when the tray of drinks was set down in the middle of the table. Watching Lily turn around but make no attempt to leave his hold, her back pressing to his chest as she reached for the glass that seemed to hold more ice cubes than lemonade.

Reaching across the table Ben wrapped his fingers around the base of the glass settled in front of (Y/n) that held a chocolate milkshake, effectively stopping Lola from attempting to pick up the drink she was sharing with her mum. He could just see the drink spilling all over the table and both girls in front of him and that was a scenario he wasn't ready to deal with. Batting at Ben's hand in confusion Lola tried to get him to release the drink as (Y/n) fumbled through the bag for a clean beaker.

"Daddy, no." A frown appeared on the toddler's face as she hit his hand again when he pulled the glass away from her and closer to himself when she attempted to pull it closer to herself.

"I'm not stealing it baby, you can have some in a minute." Picking up the glass Ben steadily held it over the pink beaker (Y/n) set on the table, slowly pouring some of the drink to fill the beaker before setting the glass down to (Y/n)'s side away from their toddler. "See? That's yours." Ben offered, pushing the beaker over to Lola when the lid was firmly placed down. Watching the confusion on her face though she accepted the beaker quickly, snatching it to see if it held the drink she had tried to have before.

"Is she awake yet?" (Y/n) questioned, her head nodding towards the pram causing Ben to lean down to look at their youngest. Realising it was about time for her to have something to eat as well but he wasn't chancing waking her up right now if she was asleep.

"Give it five minutes." He responded with a shake of his head, seeing May was wriggling about a little but he didn't want to move her since she wasn't fully awake yet. Reaching over Ben grabbed the dark green bottle of beer, pulling the rim of the glass to his lips as his other arm was wrapped around Lily's waist holding her to his chest. His eyes narrowing at Lola when hers seemed to widen when she noticed what drink he had, it was like she had a fascination with the bottle. "No." Ben warned, pointing his index finger at her before she had the chance to try and say anything or do anything to reach for the bottle.

Seeing a waitress heading their way with their food Ben gently moved Lily so she was sitting beside him instead, his arm staying around her when she leaned into his side.

After a few minutes, Ben peered into the pram again, seeing May was partially awake, small whimpers leaving her lips as she batted her hands out above her. Setting down the fork in his hand Ben reached over, his hands grasping her sides so he could carefully scoop her up and rest her on his lap. Her head resting in the crook of his elbow as he rocked her in his arm, wanting her to get a little more sleep before she had her food because if they fed her now she would stay awake.

Grabbing his fork again Ben started to eat, thankful that Lily seemed to have gained an appetite after not feeling very hungry earlier. Reaching out Lily gently ran her hand along May's head and over her cheek, smiling lightly as she tried to lull her youngest sister back to sleep.

#ben hardy #ben hardy imagine #ben x reader #imagine #dad! ben

[nuggets-and-french-fries]

Julie Egerton: Meet Bradley!

This is the next installment of the Julie Egerton series.

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It was a peaceful Saturday morning in the Egerton household until Julie decided to wake up early and catapult her little body over her father's sleeping form. He grunted at the sudden force and snapped his eyes open to see his daughter sitting on his stomach. "Good morning nugget." He greeted sleepily. "Hi daddy." She smiled. "Why are you up so early?" Taron asked as he tried to sit up a little. "can we make mummy breakfast?" Julie asked as her father rubbed his eyes and yawned. They both looked at Y/N who was sound asleep with her handing resting on her pregnant belly. Taron smiled as he felt pride swell in his heart for his growing family. "Let's go down and we can talk about what to make." The father replied as he and Julie got up and made their way down to the kitchen. Once there he grabbed an elastic band and tied Julie's hair into a high ponytail so that her hair was out of her face. "Ok baby girl, what shall we make for mummy?" Taron asked as he worked on putting an apron on the bean. "I think we should make her pancakes and tea." Julie suggested happily. "Sounds good to me Jules. You wash your hands and I'll get everything out." He said as he helped his daughter to the sink with her stool. Helped her put the soap in her little hands and ran the water for her to do the rest.

Everything was collected, hands were washed and the food was now cooking. the only thing left to do was make the tea. "Ok my darling, lead the way." Taron said as he picked up the tray of food and followed Julie upstairs. Julie pushed her parent's bedroom door open and walked over to Y/N. "Mummy." The little girl said in a hushed tone as she gently shook her mother awake. "Daddy and I made breakfast." Julie said proudly as Y/N let a sleepy smile grow on her lips. "You did?" Y/N asked as she attempted to sit up. Taron noticed her struggle so he placed the tray of food down and helped her get comfortable. The parents shared a smile and Julie plopped herself in the middle of the bed. The family ate the food in a happy silence.

Once they had all made their way down stairs after getting ready for the day. Y/N wanted to go out and get some last minute thing for the baby's arrival soon. Taron got Julie secured into her seat in the back of the car and then helped his wife get in before starting the vehicle and driving to where Y/N wanted. "What do you think we should get for the baby?" Y/N asked to no one in particular as the family walked around the grocery shop. Mind you, Taron carried Julie as the atmosphere was making her shyness kick into high gear. It was clear to anyone passing by that Taron adored his little girl and loved his wife as he held Y/N's hand with his free one. "How about some nappies. I feel like we need more than what we have already." Y/N said as they walked to the baby supply isle. When all the items had been bought, it was a little past 1:30pm and Y/N was beginning to feel hungry again so they paid for their shopping and went to their favorite café.

"What do you want to eat?" Y/N asked her daughter who was by now burrowing her face into her father's side. Julie mumbled against him. "Honey speak up please. I can't hear you." Y/N said as she rubbed her belly to try and calm down the familiar feeling of contractions. Taron could see in his wife's eyes that she was feeling discomfort. He gave her a concerned look and Y/N shook her head, telling him not to make a big deal. He let it go and they turned their attention to the small child buried in Taron's side. "Chicken nuggets." Julie said a little louder. Just loud enough for her mother to hear. Y/N smiled and went to order against Taron's silent plea of her sitting still. "It's alright Cariad." Taron said as he rubbed Julie's small back after seeing her wrap her little arms around him as best she could. "Food shouldn't be too long." Y/N said as she sauntered back to her husband and daughter. "Baby I really think we should go home." Taron said. "Relax T, this is not my first rodeo you know." She replied calmly. "Tell me if anything changes please." He said as Y/N nodded her head in agreement. "Daddy can we go?" Julie asked quietly as she looked at him with tears in her eyes. "No my sweet chip. I'm right here though, so is mummy." He responded as he pulled Julie on to his lap and allowed her to hide her face in his chest. The beat of his heart calming the girl down slightly. It wasn't long before their food came and they started eating. Julie was now facing her mother as they ate. Taron had one arm holding his daughter in place protectively.

Just as Y/N picked up her water, she felt a sharper pain then before but didn't let on. She looked at her husband and smiled. "I have to use the restroom babe. I'll be back in a few minutes." Y/N said. Taron watched her walk off and then looked down to see the nugget looking up at him. He smiled at her and kissed the top of her head. A few minutes later, Y/N came back with her face looking flushed. "Y/N you ok?" Taron asked as he saw the look on her face. "I think we should go now." She smiled and tried to stay calm. Taron nodded and they collected their things and got into the car. "What happened In there?" Taron asked. "My water broke." She replied as Taron suddenly pulled over. Taron felt his heart stop and the panic set in. "Where do we take this one?" Taron asked with a panicked tone as he pointed at the girl in the back. "First of all, breath my love. Second of all, we can go home and get the bags and on the way home we can call someone and ask if they can watch her." Y/N said. "Ok. Do you need something to sit on?" Taron asked. "Taron calm down. Why do you think I'm sitting on my coat?" She replied calmly as she ran her hand over his cheek. "Just drive and I'll call someone to watch Julie." She continued. Y/N called people while Taron drove but unfortunately, no one was available to watch Julie. Y/N Groaned in annoyance. "No one can watch her." She replied as Taron faced her briefly. He pulled into the garage and they made their way into the house.

"Taron what are we going to do?" Y/N said as another contraction hit her. Taron rubbed her back. "What about Elton?" Taron suggested. Y/N looked up at him and smiled. "You call him. I have to sit down and breathe." Y/N said as Taron walked off to do just that. He came back a few minutes with a relieved expression his face. "They said they will happily look after her." He said as he sat next to his wife. They heard Julie come downstairs and squeezed her body between her parents. "Is mummy ok?" Julie asked as she looked at her father. Taron looked at Y/N who nodded her head as if giving him permission to tell their daughter that her sibling was on their way. "Mum's fine. It's just time for the baby to be born. That's all Cariad." Taron explained as he pulled her close to him as he prepared for what her reaction would be to her staying with Elton and David while he and his wife were at the hospital. "I think we need to go to the hospital T. It's starting to hurt really bad." Y/N said as she suddenly sat forward. "Just breath baby. It's alright." Taron said as he tried to stay calm. "Let's go. Text David in the car and tell him to meet us at the hospital." Y/N breathed out. They all piled into the car once again and drove to the hospital.

"Ok. Baby girl, I need you to stay with mummy for a minute ok. Rub her back right here. Be brave for me." Taron said as he got out of the car and ran to get a wheelchair for Y/N. "Mummy." Julie said as Y/N let out a rather loud moan. "It's ok baby. I'm fine" The mother replied as Taron came running back with a nurse in tow. He opened the car door and let the nurse help Y/N out of the car as he grabbed his scared daughter. "It's ok sweet chip. Mummy's fine." Taron whispered into her ear as he held her close to him. He grabbed the bag and he and Julie followed behind the nurse. Just as they entered the building, David came running up to him. "David, thank you for coming." Taron said with relief. Julie whimpered and held on to her father's neck a little tighter. The three of them walked into the room where Y/N was waiting. "Thank you for taking her David." Y/N said as she breathed out. "Daddy?" Julie asked with confusion at her mother's comment. Taron placed Julie down and kneeled in front of her. "Cariad I need you to be brave for me and go with uncle David ok?" He questioned. Julie shook her head and her eyes grew glossy. "No." She replied. "You'll get to see Elton." Y/N tried before another contraction ripped through her abdomen. Taron scrambled to his feet was by her side in a flash.

When the contraction was done, Taron went back to Julie. "Honey, it's ok but I need to be here for mummy right now." Taron explained. "And as soon as the baby is here, you can come and meet them ok?" Taron continued. "Come on my darling. I'll take you for ice-cream." David offered as he held his hand out for her to take. "T, go with them to the car. I'll be ok for a few minutes." Y/N said and Taron left the his daughter and David. Taron managed top get Julie to go with David and with next hour, he and Julie made it back to his house that he shared with Elton. Julie was quiet the entire time that she was there and after awhile, fell asleep.

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Meanwhile, back at the hospital Y/N held her husband's hand as she pushed. "You're doing so well Y/N. Just give me one more push." The doctor said as Y/N did as she was told. Before the couple knew it, the room was filled with the shrill sound of a baby's cries. Y/n opened her eyes and started crying as did Taron. The doctor placed the baby on Y/N's chest. Taron looked at his wife and child with pride. He now had two beautiful children. "I love you Taron." Y/N said as she looked at her husband. "I love you too my beautiful darling." He replied as he leaned down to kiss her. "We have a son." Y/N said as she smiled. "We sure do. I'm so proud of you." Taron said as their son was whisked away to be cleaned up. When their baby was returned, Taron took out his phone and took a picture of the little boy and sent it to both David and Elton to let them know that the baby was here. 

(Found this on google and thought it would fit. If this happens to belong to someone you know, I’m sorry.)

Of course he also sent the picture to the rest of their family and friends. Taron got an instant reply from Elton that congratulated them on becoming parents again and also said that they bring Julie down as soon as she woke up. A few hours later, Elton, David, the boys and Julie walked through the entrance of the hospital and texted Taron to let him know that they had arrived. Taron met them at the front desk and Julie ran into her father's arms. "I missed you daddy." I missed you too peanut." He replied as they walked to where Y/N and the baby were waiting. Once they arrived at the room, Julie knocked on the door. "Hello." Y/N replied tiredly in a sing song voice. Taron helped his daughter open the door and everyone followed. "Mummy." Julie said happily. "Hello my darling." Y/N replied as the little girl, who was holding her father's hand, walked closer to her mother. Taron helped Julie on to the bed beside her mother and she looked at her new sibling. 

She clung to her father tighter than before. "Do you want to hold him?" Y/N asked. Julie shook her head and buried it into her father's side. Everyone giggled at her response which made Julie even shyer. "Do either of you want to hold him?" Y/N asked offering Elton and David a chance to bond with her and Taron's new baby. "I'll hold him." Elton said as Y/N passed the baby to him. Elton smiled down at the boy. "He's beautiful you two." David said. "What's his name?" David continued. The new parents shared a look and Y/N nodded. "His name is Bradley Elton Egerton." Taron replied with a wide smile. Elton snapped his head up at the younger man. "Are you sure?" Elton asked in shock. "Absolutely." Y/N replied. Elton smiled wide. "You've been a big part of our lives and we wanted to honour you in a special way." Y/N said as her head fell back on the pillow. Everyone continued to talk amongst themselves until Elton, David and the children left, leaving the family of four behind. 

"This was the most amazing day." Taron whispered to Julie as they looked at Bradley sound a sleep in Taron's arms. Y/n had fallen asleep and it gave Taron a chance to bond with his children. Soon enough Julie fell asleep and Taron put Bradley back into his bassinet and fell asleep himself with the biggest smile on his face.

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It's been a long time coming but I hope that you enjoyed this. Please excuse all the mistakes in this. I did try and edit this but may have missed quite a few things. 

Let me know what you think!

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A Man On Fire - Chapter 45

Warm and still deliciously huge he stayed inside of her, “you ok?” he whispered her back to life, “dumb question, Leto, more than ok” she licked his lips that had worked so much magic on her “intense, really intense and you're always so..hard, you never dissapoint, I love it” smiling and shivering from her orgasm that slowly faded she pushed the sweaty strands of hair from his face. “I love you so much..” he pushed a kiss on the tip of her nose, she smiled but then she started squirming a little “wait..wait..” he slowly pulled out and rolled off of her, “I'm sorry but I really need to go pee” in her own quirky way she got up and beelined to the bathroom. A few minutes later when she was washing her hands, her eyes fell on it and she gasped, uh-oh..”Oh no..” he heard the sharp sigh full of what sounded like despair. Behind her she heard a worried knock on the door before it opened ever so slowly “what is it? what's wrong?” his eyes met her anxious ones in the mirror, she simply pointed at something on the glass tablet underneath the mirror in front of her, “what?” was it a spider? just tell me because I'm not good at solving riddles. “This” she picked up a blister with pills and held it up to him, “ohhh” it dawned on him what she was holding, “yes oh!” she sighed and leaned forward, hanging and shaking her head “I'm sorry, in all this mayhem, I forgot to take them, how stupid can I be?”. Her anxiety and worry were actually endearing, gently he pushed himself up against her back and folded his arms around her waist, “don't worry” he whispered and kissed her ear, “don't worry? You serious? I'll go get the morning after pill, do they still sell those?..the shops will open in a few hours” she mumbled, getting lost in her worried thoughts. “Ok, come on” he took the blister from her hands, threw it back on the sink and scooped her up in his arms, carrying her back to the bed, put her gently down and started another kissing session that escalated in a few seconds. “Nonono, oh no, you don't! Stop..oh that's nice” she giggled and squirmed when his teeth scraped against her throat “ok, no, stop, I'm being serious” she reluctantly put her hand against his chest and pushed him away just a little. “So am I” he pushed himself up on his elbows, but their bodies still connected “so what if you forgot a couple of pills?” he had this weird, calm smile, confusing much? “Oh I don't know..lemme think” she sarcastically put her indexfinger to her head “oh I know, I might get pregnant..if I'm not already, sometimes one shot is all it takes, or at least that wouldn't surprise me from you”. No reaction, just that goofy smile still plastered on his lips “So what? I still don't see the problem”, oh for crying out loud, she really needed to spell it out, didn't she? “I do, because I don't want to be..pregnant, nope, no way, not gonna happen, I've got stuff to do, and that doesn't include getting vomited on, changing nappies or soothing anger tantrums” she muttered.

“And I'm pretty sure you're not exactly jumping at the thought of being woken up after a show by a screaming kid either”, he kept smiling no matter the horror scenario she tried to picture, uh-oh.., “I'm gonna be honest here, Coco..I wouldn't mind becoming a Dad” ok, give me a minute to recover from that. “Interesting..” she swallowed hard “I'm gonna be honest too, I'm not” their eyes locked for a second, a flash of disappointment coloured his blue pools a little darker. “You said 'becoming', are you sure you're not a father already?”, her question had him roll off of her with a sigh and stared at the ceiling, “come on, Jared, everyone knows you're no angel, with all those women in your past..I can't help but wonder if there's not already a little Leto-girl or boy running around somewhere”. Jared closed his eyes and shook his head, she didn't blame him, she just stated the obvious, “not that I know of, and if there was, don't you think the mother would've come forward to demand her 15 minutes of fame and more importantly: alimony? That's what they're all interested in..money..”. Coco  shuffled closer and put her head on his chest “all of them? I'm not interested in your money..” she sighed, “no, you're absolutely not, you're not even interested in babies for that matter, so I stand corrected, 'all of them bar the fabulous Harper'” he smiled. “Better, much better” thank god for the lighter mood, at least his mind was taken off that ridiculous idea of babies, phew, “it's obviously too soon for us to be talking about such a touchy subject, so I'll let you off the hook this time, but I'm not giving up, I'll just let you get used to the idea” he firmly stated, what? Nope! No way, this ain't never gonna grow on me, not gonna happen, keep dreaming, Leto. His fingers slowly combed through her long hair “what do you say we try to get a little bit more sleep, we'll deal with reality in a couple of hours, alright?” he yawned, thinking of jumping on another plane out of NY and back to Europe had him shivering. “Fine, you win..for now, but you're not off the hook, I want to know more about your previous escapades” she snuggled closer to him, “I'll telll you mine if you tell me yours” he rolled his eyes, please let her forget about all this nonsense in the morning? This could possibly get us into more trouble “Deal!” she happily sighed and closed her eyes “but I'm still getting that morning after pill..in the morning”, fine, ok, smartass, you win..this time!.

Milk? Ugh..all gone, right ok, write it on your grocery list that's already a mile long, she scribbled it down and checked again while she zipped up her jacket, one last look at the bed, he was definitely out like a light, jetlag was a bitch, so let him sleep and go and get breakfast..and definitely some of those cinnamon buns from the jewish bakery on the corner, yumm! She tiptoed to the door and bumped right into Sean when she closed the door behind her “Coco! There you are, you ok?” he put his arms around her and give her a kiss on the cheek, “Sean, what are you doing here?” she quickly took a step back, his alcohol infested breath made her nauseous. “After last night, I just wanted to check on you, I already called Jared but I guess I just needed to see with my own two eyes if you were ok” Sean's hand reached for her hair, woah, wait a minute, who said you could touch me? “I'm fine, you've seen it for yourself now, so if you don't mind” she shrugged and brushed past him, “hey, where are you going?” he frowned, “grocery shopping, getting some breakfast” she quickly hopped down the stairs. “Hold up, I'm coming too” he jumped in front of her at the front door and held it open, “you still got a lot of energy, didn't score tonight?” she had hoped to be by herself for a bit, small talk just wasn't her thing. “As a matter of fact..no..I didn't score or hook up with anyone tonight..because I was too worried about you..” he dramatically ran a trembling hand through his hair, it was too hilarious to watch, “what? What are you laughing about?” he seemed offended at her spontaneous reaction, who cared? Who could actually still believe anything this guy said?. “You of course! I mean, are you listening to yourself? You were so worried about me that you didn't even notice what was going on until Jared saved me and brought me back down again, come on man, just be real! You can't keep on blaming me for everything” she hiccupped “anyway, you don't have to worry any longer, so tonight you dust yourself off and drag yourself back to that club and you wrap every single chick in there around your little finger”. Instead of just laughing along, knowing full well she was only trying to keep the mood light between them, he remained all serious and shrugged “yeah, whatever”, don't take any notice Coco, just leave him be, if you react to his sulking you'll never see the end of it and you'll feel a whole lot worse than you do now, this guy's a social vampire, he can drain the life and energy right out of you in an instant, leaving you dangling and depressed while he continues on his way all vibrant and replenished with energy. “Ok, well, this is my stop” she pointed at the entrance of the grocery store, please go home Sean, please, let me do my shopping in peace, her heart sank a little as he let her go in first.

”Go get some sleep, ok? I really need to go and make breakfast for Jared, you know something more wholesome and healthy than airplane food” will you just leave now? Can't you take a hint? You've been following me around the supermarket, and followed me even into the bakery, I'm done now!. “Yeah, you're probably right, I'll uhmm..go catch some zzz's, but if you want..we can all go do something this afternoon?” puppy eyes? Really Sean?, “uhm..I'll check with Jared..I don't know when he's leaving again, so...” it was only half a lie “I uhmm..go start on breakfast then” she quickly added as he just kept hovering around. “Harper Coco De Robiano..well well, I thought I'd never see the day, but he's got you all domesticated, hasn't he? Next thing you know he's got you scrubbing floors, his own little Cinderella, or maybe that's what makes him tick” bleerrghhhh that dirty grin, count to ten, just turn around and walk away before you punch him in the face “whatever Sean, whatever..” she turned to put the key in the lock, pushed the door open and closed it again without even give him another glance. The nerve, the bloody nerve of that pervert! Grumbling she stomped over to the kitchen, only to find Jared half naked and bent over, rummaging through her near empty fridge “ah there you are” he straightened his back and turned around to pull her in for a fiery goodmorning kiss “nevermind an empty fridge, I'd rather eat you for breakfast” he grinned in between kisses “lunch, dinner and even as nightly snack when I get a bit peckish”. The tenseness of her body worried him a little “wanna talk about it?” he sighed as he let go of her, “I've got breakfast” she ignored his question as she hoisted the bags onto the kitchen counter “what would you like, I got eggs, I got bagels and cream cheese, all kinds of fruit, bread..I could make us some french toast if you want..”. He took her wrist and gestured for her to sit down “what I want, is for you to sit down and tell me what's bugging you while I make us a special Leto breakfast” he wasn't gonna take no for an answer so she sat down with a huge sigh “it's Sean, I bumped into him in the hallway, he followed me all the way to the supermarket and back home again”. Jared closed his eyes in frustration for a second and started whisking a couple of eggs “did he do something? What did he want?” he heard his voice go just a pitch higher, that ass needed to leave his girl alone, he knew well enough what that fucker was up to. “I don't know what he wanted, he was oh so concerned about me after last night, I dunno, he just gives me the creeps, we used to be such good friends but when I look at him now, all I see is..a traitor, he betrayed our friendship”, good girl, it was the genuinely annoyed tone to her voice that made him calm and confident again. “You mean because he confessed that he was/is in love with you?” Jared nervously tried to light the fire on the stove and jumped a little when it 'whoosh-ed' to life, “of course, he's such a sneaky bastard..have you forgotten that he almost tried to kill me because 'if he couldn't have me then nobody could'? Stupid fucker!! I just can't forgive and forget like he obviously wants me to do..I didn't even get half of all I wanted because he was on my frikkin tail all the time..” she blurted out, getting more and more upset with each second. “Alright, alright” he took the pan of the fire and walked over to her to put his arms around her “it's ok, forget about him, what matters is us, just us, have you any idea how much I love you? Want me to show you how much?” he nodded in the direction of the bed, wiggling his eyebrows. “No, all you have to show me now is breakfast, because I'm HUNGRY and if you don't hurry up and feed me, I might just get very 'hangry'” she giggled when the stubble of his beard tickled against her face, “fine, breakfast it is then, spoilsport” he rolled his eyes, and turned back to the stove but not without a lash of his kitchen towel that slapped playfully yet firm against her butt “auwtchh! You're mean! Just get me breakfast and I might reconsider your offer” she giggled, rubbing the painful spot while the anticipation lit up in his eyes.

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[c1araoswa1d]

Flashes of Life

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13181369/1/Flashes-of-Life

There she lay, a speck of nothing in his hands, barely occupying the space between them...

 There she lay, a speck of nothing in his hands, barely occupying the space between them.  Body still as she took breath after breath through half-opened lips, pale without the sun’s first kiss upon them.  Swallowing roughly, the Doctor exhaled and watched the few strands of her chestnut hair she had waver slightly in that breath just before her nose wrinkled in dissatisfaction and she whimpered.  It was a noise barely audible even in the chasm of silence around him, and it broke both of his hearts with the thought he’d disturbed her.

“What will you call her, Clara?”

Charlotte smiled at a month, earlier than most, gummy grin swung underneath excited eyes – wide and dark by her mother’s making.  Swaddled after a nappy change and a belly full of milk, she raised her delicate chin twice as he stood over her, watching her struggle happily, waiting for him to pluck her up into his arms to nestle against his chest.  A tale he would tell her, pacing the living room, and she would coo quietly at him to voice her adoration of his words, his presence, his love.

In a few short weeks she’d wrapped her fragile little fingers around his hearts and she’d taught him that home was a place he belonged.  He looked to Clara, asleep on the couch, and he smiled, joking with the girl and waiting for her to scold him.  A tease in her mind’s voice, he longed for the day he would hear it aloud.  Those words that would spill from her, the thoughts and ideas.  The hope.  He pecked his lips to her forehead, felt it wrinkle against them, and he sighed as she whispered sleepily at him.

“She’s mummy and she’s mine, like you are.”

Face dropping into the blanket, she grumpily cried and then picked her head up again, slowly making her way towards him on unsteady knees.  Crawling, Charlotte argued, was tedious.  Six months, the Doctor thought.  He counted her days in his mind and each tick of time cut at him painfully.  Too human to regenerate, too human to live out a life in space, Clara had asserted, too human he reminded himself as she cried.  He hesitated and Clara scooped her daughter up, cradling and comforting as a mother should.

He watched them often, no different than he’d watched so much else in the universe.  A sun – hair flowing over her shoulders; face glowing radiantly in health and motherhood; body curved just right by the process of it all – spinning gracefully with her solar system held safely in her arms.  The Doctor never tired of seeing them together, the mirrored souls and silhouettes, admiring one another as tears were dried, as lullabies were sung.  They looked to him in unison, melting away doubts with their loving stares.

“Doctor, come, join us in a dance.”

Terrible two’s weren’t so terrible, he thought as he watched her blow bubbles and then run off to chase them, little dress fluttering as she went.  There were moments, he was sure, when he was off on some distant planet.  He would get a pang in his chest sometimes, an echo of her anger, then her sadness, before the serenity returned.  The Doctor had forgotten those days, of holding a child in his hearts, and there were days the strength of it pulled him across the universe to join in on some glorious event, or help with a moment of discipline.

Clara lay beside him, napping away as her daughter giggled and frolicked.  Their picnic would soon come to an end and he’d be knelt on the tile by a tub.  Charlotte splashed wickedly and she enjoyed topping his nose with the froth she churned, ducking her head shyly before flashing a decisively playful grin.  Her mother, he often thought as he watched her, she was entirely her mother in miniature.  Not, he knew, that he would have it any other way.

And before he knew it he’d be tucking her away in bed.  Watching her eyes flutter with the beginnings of some dream as her rosy cheeks shifted with unspoken words, showing off the dimples she loved to poke to elicit his laughter.  Clara edged underneath his arm as he stood in the doorway and she sighed, thinking the same as him as they watched the little girl lying there, gripping tight to her stuffed bear.  He says aloud what they both know and afterwards he spends a few hours with her, asleep in his arms, knowing how the words affect her.  Knowing what they mean to her more than him.

“I never think time moves too quickly, and then it does.”

Charlotte calls out to him and he coughs a laugh when her weight crashes into his legs as he pushes through the door.  Her colors are too bright and it takes him a moment to discern her from her costume – an assortment of items from her closet – as she bursts into a song of chatter detailing her days without him.  There’s schoolwork and friendships and mud puddles and a spanking for backtalk at mum.  Typical five year old days, he understood, nodding and listening and catching quick glances at Clara as she smiled, grading papers and sipping tea.

They hid inside of her fortress – a lavender colored tent with unicorns and hearts and rainbows – and buried themselves underneath a hoard of every pillow in their home, protecting themselves from the monsters that lurk in the night sky.  And then she asked about the stars.  How many there are and how many hold life and how far they are and how far it all goes and how long ago it started and how long it will last.  She has a sparkle in her eyes and an airy quality to her voice – that little whisper of wonder that circles each question as it tumbles out before she went silent to wait for his answer, then interrupted with a quietly breathed request.

“Daddy, I want to go to the stars with you.”

Her hands were quicker than his, fingers tapping, palm toggling, thumbs wrestling with knobs that needed oiling and she laughed when the rotor lit up a new color.  Every.  Single.  Time.  Clara stood beside her, giving her direction and shared knowing glances with him over the key and boards before them.  Their little girl was always meant for this.  Charlotte was born to travel the universe and she danced around the console, shouting out to them as she went.  More questions and suggestions and contemplations – too many for them to keep up with as she darted about gleefully.

She was seven, hitting a growth spurt, and loved everything in the stars and in the ocean.  Charlotte once said they weren’t quite that different.  All of this space and not all of it travelled; so many things to explore and discover.  Watching her catalogue things in a little notebook pleased him greatly and he reveled in the warmth of her hand within his as they discussed a planet or a people or the color of a sunset.  The Doctor smiled gleefully when she brought him an old book, given to her by her mother, and declared she wanted one hundred and two places.

She was adventurous and brave and kind.  She was thin and bright and ran.  Oh, the Doctor laughed sometimes, oh did she run.  Chasing the butterflies that chirped like birds and going over vines and in through tunnels and caves and across fields and beaches and barren desserts.  Charlotte ran with them and she never turned back and the Doctor enjoyed those moments, after the Tardis doors had closed on them again, while she sat in a chair around the console, barely looking up at him and Clara as they piloted comfortably across from each other, taking ragged breaths as she scribbled.

“Mum, that was wicked what you did there, and dad, oh dad!  DAD!”

Ten candles had been set out on a table, ready to be pushed into a cake that stood lopsided in the fridge.  They were the sort that didn’t extinguish when they went out and the Doctor thought them funny when he bought them at a market on present day Earth.  A wrapped box sat in her room, just at the foot of her bed, inside a dozen notebooks and a pack of fancy pens.  It was quiet, just like the day she’d been brought home, and the Doctor sat holding the urn, a speck of nothing that had been everything.

Her name had been engraved and what was left would be scattered to the stars and he damned her for being too human, too quick, too brave.  Clara sniffled lightly in the master bedroom and the Doctor settled the urn down to look about the room.  The star spattered bed sheets and the chart of the ocean life on the wall.  The books on planets and the stuffed beluga and the worn book that sat open atop her desk, a new destination written hastily on a taped in sheet.

Eyes closing, he inhaled the scent of dirt from her boots, of flowers from their pressed books, of must from the novels collected on shelves.  There was the ticking of a clock picked up at a charity shop, and the light rattle of the tissue paper she’d affixed to a fan, the deafening silence.  And then her laugh, shocking the warmth from his body as he looked to see her perched at the edge of the bed, years older than she should have been, holding tightly to her own ashes and shaking her head at him.  Speaking to him without words...

Sitting up in bed, he gasped for air.  There were droplets of sweat clinging to his forehead and his clothes hugged too tight against the dampness of his skin.  He pulled himself up to sit and jammed his palms into his eyes, pushing them until they sparkled in that darkness and he felt Clara’s body shift at his side.  He listened to the fabric rustle and he knew she’d sat up, could see the black of his eyesight gain a shade of red as she clicked on a lamp.

“Doctor?”  She questioned, her voice blanketed in sleep.

“I had the nightmare again,” he allowed.

“Charlotte?”

“She was mine, Clara.  Ours.  So perfectly ours,” he whispered through a constricted throat.  “And I sleep and she’s there.  She’s there Clara, so vibrant and brilliant, growing up right before my eyes again in fast-forward, too fast, Clara.  And then I wake...” his hands opened and closed, crushing into balls in front of him.

She leaned into him, finishing softly, “And she’s not here.”

“It’s only a dream, you don’t have to tell me,” he argued, looking down at her tired face as she sighed.

“You keep calling her a nightmare,” she responded evenly.

He nodded, looking away.  “Her urn is always there, her name etched in like the most horrible promise, just before her tenth birthday.  To give us something so pure and perfect and then steal her from us just as she’s beginning, it’s cruel, Clara.  It’s the worst nightmare the universe could offer.”

Clara yawned and then reached for his hand, pulling it into hers to kiss before dropping it to settle atop her stomach, the baby girl inside instantly shifting towards it, to tell him, “She’s there.  Right there, Doctor.  Just as she’s been for seven and a half months.”

“What if it isn’t a nightmare, Clara?”  He hissed, hating himself for questioning it.

Offering a smile, she told him plainly, “I can’t live my life waiting for the end at every turn, Doctor – if I did that, I’d have never met you – and I won’t have her doing that either.  She’s going to live a wonderful life and if it’s ten years, then it’s going to be the best ten years.”

“You aren’t fearful that perhaps...” he began.

Her hand came up to tap at his lips and she giggled softly, “No.”

“Why not?”

Clara shifted back down into bed and she smiled up at him.  Her eyes drifted over his face, imagining, he knew, what the little girl she was so close to holding would look like and how she would take after him.  The Doctor spread his palm over the thumps just beneath the pattern on her nightie, looking from his wife’s content expression to the flesh he slowly revealed, watching for that movement that soothed him after his nightmares.  And he understood.  Every nightmare he had, he saw little bits of a potential life and every nightmare he had ended in it’s premature end, but every nightmare held the same message from a girl reaching out to shake her father from a bad dream.

“Daddy, don’t worry, I’m gonna be fine.”

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[minniethemoocherda]

Five Times Ezra met a Force Ghost and One Time He Didn’t: Ezra Bridger

This is the final chapter!! Thank you so much to everyone who’s stayed with me for this fic!!! Every like, reblog and comment means so much!!! Thank you!!! Xxxxxxx

Rey returned to one of the little stone huts that seemed as old as the island itself, still reeling from the events of the day. She couldn’t believe the broken shell of a man she met was supposed to be the legend Luke Skywalker. Even more she couldn’t believe that he didn’t want to help her stop the first order.

She opened the ancient oak door and immediately drew her blaster when she saw a ghostly figure waiting for her in side. Once her adrenaline had calmed down she realised that the figure was a man with long tied back hair that appeared to be tintied blue even without the aura cloaked around him with crystal brown skin and a pair of moon shaped scars carved into his left cheek.

“I’m guessing this is your first time meeting a Force Ghost huh? Well it’s my first time actually being one so this is a new experience for both of us.” The figure said with a crooked smile. His light teasing tone and warm midnight eyes made her lower her weapon. Despite knowing that she’s never met this man before he somehow felt familiar.

“Who are you?” Rey asked. She was still new to all this Jedi stuff. She couldn’t remember hearing anything about ghosts in the old Jedi legends she’d heard growing up. For all she knew this could be a dark side trick.

“Jabba the Hutt.”

She raised her staff back up.

“I’m kidding!” He laughed his eyes sparkling with a private joke. “My name is Ezra Bridger.”

“That doesn’t explain who you are.” Rey said cautiously.

The man called Ezra let out a heavy sight that was different from his previous demeanour.

“You might want to sit down. This could take a while.”

Rey followed him inside the hut before sittiing on the cold stone bed. With everything she’d seen the force do she was shocked that she was still surprised when he didn’t pass through the bed as he sat besides her. He chuckled at her expression before his gaze became serious as he looked off into the distance.

“I was a Jedi like Luke once. I was....busy during the first galactic war.” He said, his tone indicating that it was a story for another time. “But after the defeat of the Empire I helped Luke start a new Jedi school. I even took on a padawan of my own. The son of my former master.”

His blue eyes sparkled with the memory of happier times.

“Everything was perfect. My family were together again. A new generation of Jedi could be free to learn the ways of the force without the fear of percussion like I was. Until Ben betrayed us.”

His voice drifted off. His eyes darkened and his aura got colder.

“I was friends with his parents! They were good and kind people. Not perfect but nobody is, especially in times of war. I babysat him. Heck! I even changed his nappies and yet he grew into this monster.”

The light of the figure flickered as Ezra’s eyes darkened with flashes of anger. Rey suspected this wasn’t the first time he’d strayed from the path of the light.

She watched as he took a deep breathe that seemed to calm him down. He leant forward resting his chin in his hand that cupped the small wisps of hair attached to his chin.

“The only way to stop him is for Luke to move on from his mistakes and get off his admittedly attractive backside.”

“Why are you telling me?” She asked in confusion. “Why can’t you tell him yourself?”

Ezra let out a long suffering sigh. “I’ve tried, but he’s closed himself off from the force.”

“Why would he do that?” Rey asked in disbelief. Even though she hadn’t realised it until now, the force had always surrounded her like a warm blanket or the comforting arms of parents that she had never known. She couldn’t begin to image living without its comforting presence.

“Because he’s a melodramatic drama queen.” Ezra said in a voice that somehow sounded harsh yet fond. He then turned to face her slowly, slowing her to see the galaxy of stars in his midnight eyes. “I can’t get through to him but you can. Promise me you’ll get through to him.”

“I’ll try.” She told him but he only shook his head in an indescribable manner.

“There is no try.” He told her in a voice that still carried a sense of humour despite the dire situation. “You must do or do not. Will you get through to him?”

“I will.” Rey promised with a strong conviction.

“Good.” Ezra said before looking up at her hair with a crooked smile. She was surprised yet curious when he started fiddling with a strand of her dark brown hair.

“Luke was always forgetting to do these.” She heard him mumble under his breathe.

She watched as he twisted it into a braid and placed a bead that she hadn’t seen before on the end of it.

“There.” He spoke kindly. “You’ve got your padawan braid. Now Luke has no choice but to train you.”

“Thank you.” Rey said sencirily. She almost wished that this man would be her teacher instead of Luke.

Ezra smiled a proud smile as though understanding her thoughts.

“As long as you remain true to yourself I know you’ll be incredible.” He told her.

She nodded but was cut off by a long yawn. She looked back up at Ezra in embarrassment but he just smiled fondly at her.

“Get some rest.” He said. “You can save the galaxy tomorrow.”

Suddenly feeling overcome with exhaustion she lay down on the bed that wasn’t as hard as she’d initially thought. Ezra still sat beside her, reminding her of the dreams she had as a child of her parents tucking her in at bedtime.

“Good night and may the force be with you.” She heard him whisper before she dreamt of a dark night sky lit up with thousands of tiny stars, each one a voice of hope.

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[aelowan]

Midnight Feeding – A Books of Binding Flash Fiction

A plaintive cry pierced the night and woke Etienne from a light sleep. His son, Noel, was hungry and it was his night to tend him. Etienne swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat up, running a hand through his hair, then catching it up in his hand, and securing it with a hair tie from his nightstand. He stood and stretched to his full height, his back popping, and pulled on the pair of jeans he had thrown over the back of the chair when he had gone to bed. As he reached for the door knob he realized that Noel’s cries had stopped. Maybe the little one had fallen back asleep, but that would have been unusual, and Etienne was not a fan of unusual. He opened the door and slipped down the hall to the nursery.

The soft light from the reading lamp next to the rocking chair reached the nursery doorway and Etienne’s pace slowed. Cian must have forgotten that it was Etienne’s night and gotten up before him. He leaned against the door to say hello and froze. It wasn’t Cian holding his son in the rocking chair. It was the wizard, Alerich. Etienne could feel his heart racing. Winter may have lost her mind and allowed the wizard to stay, but Etienne had not forgotten that the man had betrayed her trust and tried to kill her, even if Winter seemed to have. He couldn’t see the baby from the doorway and suddenly Noel’s silence felt ominous. He rushed through the door but as he cleared the back of the rocking chair he could see that Noel was cradled in the wizard’s arms, contentedly drinking one of the bottles of therian rabbit milk. He stopped and stared at the man. “What are you doing?”

Alerich looked up from the baby, the smile slipping from his face. “Feeding the baby. He was crying.” His smile returned as he looked back down at little Noel.

Etienne face was full of skepticism. “What would you know about babies?”

Alerich sighed. “I’ve been around babies before, Etienne. They’re not that complicated.”

Etienne snorted. “Who let you near their child?”

A look of hurt flickered over the wizard’s face before he schooled it away. “Thomas’s parents. He has a little sister, Amelia.”

Etienne watched him for a moment, trying to reconcile this picture of domesticity with the crazed would-be-murderer of a few days before. He shook his head. “Give me my son.”

Alerich sighed. “He’s almost finished, Etienne.”

“Give me my son.” Etienne’s tone held warning and warming anger.

Alerich rolled his eyes and stood cradling the tiny boy. “Fine, but I would never hurt him.” He carefully handed the baby to the sidhe.

Etienne tucked the baby against him in one arm. “Why should I believe you? I don’t know what hold you have over Winter and you even have Cian, Brian, and Jessie fooled, but I have a longer memory than they seem to. You tried to kill her. That’s not something I am going to forget, or forgive, any time soon.”

Noel finished the bottle and Etienne moved him to his shoulder to burp him. Alerich held out the burping cloth he had been wearing and Etienne moved away from his outstretched hand. “I don’t need your help with my son.” Noel chose that moment to spit up down Etienne’s back. The faerie knight closed his eyes and counted to three. “Merde.”

Alerich’s eyes danced with amusement but his voice came out even. “Would you like my help, now?”

Etienne glared at him.

Alerich sighed and shook his head. “I swear on the grave of my mother, I will never hurt this child.”

Etienne watched him for a moment, then held out the baby. “I will hold you to that oath, Alerich Ashimar. If you hurt one hair on this child’s head, you’ll join your mother.”

Alerich took the baby and bounced him lightly, handing Etienne the burping cloth to wipe up with. As he finished, both men’s noses wrinkled and Alerich looked down at the little boy in his arms. “Someone needs his nappy changed.”

Etienne smirked. “Don’t look at me, you wanted the baby. Go right ahead.”

Alerich smiled down at Noel, his voice pitched high and happy as he talked to him. “Don’t worry, tiny one. We’ll get you set to rights in no time.”

Etienne watched as Alerich carried Noel to the changing table and made quick work of cleaning and changing him, even dropping a cloth on him to avert Noel’s famous fountains. Etienne was rather looking forward to watching his son douse the wizard, but he had to admit, Alerich knew his way around babies. And Noel seemed content with the wizard. In just a couple of minutes he was changed and redressed and curled up in the crook of Alerich’s arm.

Etienne watched the man, searching his face for any sign of the murderous wizard he had seen last week. Not finding it, he sighed. Everyone else in his house seemed to trust that Alerich was safe to them all. He wasn’t ready to completely sign on, but he didn’t think Alerich would hurt Noel. “It takes him a while to go back to sleep after feeding.”

Alerich nodded slowly. “All right. We’ll just sit here and read until he dozes off, then.” He sat back in the rocking chair and picked up the book that Cian was reading to Noel. He flipped it open to the bookmark and smiled. “Treasure Island. Are you the adventurous sort, Noel?”

Etienne watched him read and rock from the doorway for a few minutes, then headed back down the hall to his room. He shut the door and shucked his jeans, throwing them back onto the chair. He pulled the hair tie out of his hair and slid under the covers, letting out a long sigh. First Winter and now Noel. Alerich Ashimar seemed to fit into life here. Etienne rolled onto his side and pulled a pillow up over his arm. It was becoming clear that getting rid of the man was going to be a challenge. “Merde.”

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