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Look at Us Now - Easter Outtake

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HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY TO LAUN!!

SURPRISE!! I’m late to my own party, and I 100% apologize for that

But!

I can’t believe LAUN is a year old already 🥹🥹 they grow up so fast!! I don’t think an Easter celebration is canon compliant at all, but I couldn’t let the opportunity slip away when LAUN’s 1st anniversary came right on Easter 🥹🥹🥹 I’m so emotional 🥹

I’m also aware that not everyone here celebrates Easter, but honestly this was just an excuse to write fluff and chocolate gift-giving. I hope everyone finds a way to enjoy it!

And I feel like we all deserve a post-epilogue glimpse after an entire year of these two idiots heheheh

Warnings: cranky teenager Maisie, sibling fights (lots)

Words: 3k

Every time Aelin mocked Rowan for spoiling their kids too much, it completely lacked the awareness that she was the one he spoiled the most.

Or at least that was on Maisie’s mind as she strolled down the supermarket’s aisles with her little brother, because Mom wrote in the family group chat that she wanted pasta for dinner, so Dad asked Maisie to buy the ingredients after school.

“Finn,” she called her unrequited companion, “do you remember which olive oil Dad likes?”

“Uh…” The boy hesitated without taking his eyes off his Nintendo Switch. “I dunno, that green one?”

Maisie slapped her brother’s forearm with the back of her hand. “Are you being for real right now?”

Startled, the boy raised his head to see row after row of different green bottles of olive oil. They all looked exactly the same, but she knew better than to grab the first one they saw, knowing how fussy her dad could be sometimes.

“Gods! Just call him—that’s why you have a fucking phone,” Finn said while rubbing off the sting on his forearm.

Maisie rolled her eyes. “I’ll tell him you dropped a F-bomb.”

“And I’ll tell him you slapped me.”

“He’d be on your side,” she said while texting Rowan about the olive oil. “You’re so much shorter than me—he’d say it’s not a fair fight.”

“Take it back!” He ran towards Maisie for a second, since she was on her way to get tomatoes now. “When I get taller than Uncle Lorcan, you’ll wish you were less mean to me.”

Well, that would be a problem for future Maisie. At ten years old, Finn was so short, taunting him about it was almost too easy.

“Yeah, whatever.” She tapped her brother’s shoulder and pointed at another direction. “Go get the parmesan cheese.”

Finn turned to leave, but swung back to her. “Can we have ice cream later?”

Ice cream that she would have to pay, because she couldn’t report to the parental unit about illicit ice cream before dinner, let alone request a refund.

“Fine, just—“

“Alright! I’m there!”

Ever since Maisie got her first job, her brother started acting as if she was a millionaire. Sometimes, she wondered if he believed that her salary was the same as their parents’, which would be highly inaccurate. Despite the age gap, her parents never asked Maisie to act in any way that resembled a parental role—still, she liked to treat her siblings once in a while, give their jobless selves a taste of freedom, let them see what it’s like to have ice cream before dinner just because you can.

Before she knew it, he was back with the cheese.

“Can you buy me that Kinder Easter egg?” He pointed at a cardboard display filled with them. “The one with the dinosaur.”

Maisie narrowed her eyes on Finn. “You told Mom you wanted another one.”

“Yeah, because she only let me pick one.”

Her eyebrows shot when she came closer and saw the price tag. “Hell, no. I’d rather pay for a new haircut.”

“Hey!” Finn protested, running a hand through his newly cut hair. “Mom said she likes it!”

“You look ridiculous.”

“I’m so gonna tell her you said that.”

“Do it. Deep down, she agrees with me.”

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When she arrived, the house was calmer than usual.

“You aren’t magic!” Eamon shouted to his smirking, completely unfazed sister. “You’re not!”

Maisie walked past them towards the kitchen, where her dad prepped dinner as if the twins weren’t about to rip each other’s heads off in the living room.

“Hey, Maisy Daisy,” he called without looking away from the onion he was chopping. “Did you get everything?”

She put the bags on the counter as an answer, then her dad kissed the crown of her head in thanks and promised to repay her later.

Things didn’t seem to progress at all in the living room—actually, they did, if one could count Eamon getting angrier as progress.

“You don’t fly! You don’t control fire! You don’t teleport!”

Enid giggled. “I know how, I just don’t want to.”

“NO! YOU CAN’T!”

Maisie cut in, “I mean, she could.”

That made the boy stop and narrow his eyes on her, begrudgingly hanging on to whatever she was about to say. Since she was more than twice the twins’ age and the wisest of them all, sometimes her siblings actually listened to something Maisie said.

“I mean…” she shrugged. “We don’t know where you two came from, so maybe she really does have magic.”

Enid crossed her arms. “What do you mean?”

“FINN!” Maisie shouted and waited a moment for her brother to come out of his room. “Do you remember when we found Enid and Eamon in the trash?”

“That’s a lie!” Her ever-so-cool little sister yelled, her green eyes welling up.

“Oh, yeah.” Finn said after taking a moment to process the information, acting nonchalant—if he laughed, it was game over. “That day was wild.”

Eamon stood frozen in shock, while Enid bellowed an ear-shattering cry.

“Maisie! Finn!” Rowan yelled from the kitchen. “Stop telling your siblings we found them in the trash!”

“But they need to know the truth!” Maisie shouted back, wondering if her dad heard her over Enid’s cries.

“What on Earth is going on here?” Her Mom showed up, wrapped in a towel with her hair wet.

Eamon ran to hug Aelin’s middle, his eyes teary. “Are you not my mommy?”

Maisie rolled her eyes. Mama’s boy.

“Of course I am, honey.” She frowned. “What’s going on?”

With a sigh, Dad was finally able to join the rest in the living room. “Finn and Maisie told the twins they’re adopted.”

Aelin sent them her classic Are you kidding me? mom look, as if Maisie was to blame, then proceeded to soothe the seven-year-olds.

If they fell for it, it was their fault for being stupid. There’s a picture of Dad as a kid on Grandma Rory’s hallway from when he was Eamon’s age, and they look like the same person in there.

“The only one adopted here was Fleetfoot,” Dad said.

“No, she’s not. I gave birth to her.” Mom sent him a mischievous look. “I went into labor for her.”

“Um—“ Maisie cleared her throat. “Fleetfoot’s mine.”

Dad sent Mom an apologetic smile. “She really is Maisie’s.”

“I want a dog too!” Enid cut in.

“Yeah, me too!” Finn joined.

Maisie hummed. “We could give them a country name…”

“Like Eyllwe,” Eamon said.

Rowan’s eyes widened. “No! Fleetfoot’s everyone’s,” he said, completely contradicting himself after the threat of more poop for him to clean.

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From the looks of it, dinner would be ready on time for breakfast.

To be fair, her dad was never late to finish dinner, but his desire to make this a special one and the boiling tomatoes in order to make the sauce from scratch led to this.

It was kinda cute, how Dad conjured something special out of thin air just because his wife hinted that she was feeling like it over text while they were at work.

Maisie saw a glimpse of her parents canoodling in the kitchen on her way to her bedroom, but almost ran to the toilet instead. They were so adorably disgusting, all that love made her want to throw up.

Her parents were no better than any PDA-addicted straight couple she saw at school, except that while the average high schooler couple lasted about three months, her parents have been at it for a little over a decade.

At least, a light peck was the furthest they got in front of their kids—or ever. For all Maisie knew, she and her three siblings came from artificial insemination.

A savior from her thoughts, Finn knocked on the door.

“We need to talk,” he said, looking crestfallen.

“C’mere.”

Maisie sat on the side of her bed, and tapped the free space beside her for him to sit. Instead, he sat on her lap. Weird.

She was about to ask him what was going on when a low, rumbling sound coming from him filled the air.

The little bitch had just farted on her.

Finn ran away, giggling, while Maisie screamed the most irate shriek ever known to man.

He locked himself in his bedroom, but her quickened pulse only energized her, aiding tense upper arms to pound against his door.

“I’M GONNA KILL YOU,” Maisie shouted at her hiding brother.

He’d get out sometime, and when he did, she’d be there.

On the kitchen’s threshold, Aelin peeked her head into the hallway. “What’s going on here?”

The teenager slowly turned to her mom, jaw tight, and seethed, “Why. Was. He. Born?”

With a sigh that came deep from her soul, Aelin fully stepped into the hallway. “What did your brother do now?”

Maisie pointed at her closed bedroom door. “Smell it!”

Her mom stepped in and out of the bedroom, coughing. “Gods, Finn!”

In a feeble attempt to fix the situation, Aelin opened Maisie’s bedroom’s window and sprayed some air freshener inside—one hand on the bottle, another clamping her nose. Still, the girl didn’t trust to go back into her room for the next hour or so.

Aelin knocked on Finn’s door twice to get his attention. “That was way too stinky, honey, I’m cutting off some of your junk food!”

“Come on!” he complained from the other side of the door.

Too bad Finn couldn’t see her triumphant smirk. It’d rile him up beautifully.

Two taps to her shoulder. “Dinner’s almost ready. Come help me set the table.”

“What was that?” Dad asked when Mom got back to the kitchen, focused on the stove.

“Finn farted in Maisie's room and she threatened his life.”

“Oh,” was all he said, mixing something on the tomato sauce.

She desperately needed to meet whoever taught her parents how to live this peacefully amidst chaos.

“On my room? He farted on me.” She flailed her arms, trying to explain her brother’s audacity. “He sat on my lap, his butt to my thigh, and farted.”

Aelin snorted. “I told you the kids shouldn’t spend that much time with Aedion.”

Rowan’s eyes lit up. “You did tell me some awfully similar stories from when you were younger.”

After the table was set, Mom was back to her occasional glass of wine, and all was left to do was her dad’s finishing touches to dinner.

Maisie cleared her throat. “I was thinking…”

Her dad immediately turned around and pointed a spoon at her. “If it’s about that party, don’t bother.”

“Not a party!”

“Money, then.” Aelin smirked behind her glass of wine.

The girl crossed her arms. Her mom’s grin turned smug.

Maisie groaned. “Fine! But it’s good, I promise.”

“Go on,” Rowan said.

“I want to buy Easter eggs for Finn and the twins, but I can’t afford the cool ones.”

“Aw, honey, that’s so sweet.” Her mom melted right on spot. “I’m sorry we can’t help you with that.”

Maisie’s face fell. “What.”

Even her dad seemed a little confused, though he tried to hide it.

Aelin sat straighter to explain, “You see, if we help you with this, your siblings will ask to do the same, and it wouldn’t be fair to say no to them after…”

Maisie rolled her eyes. Her parents and their “equal treatment”—

“Do not roll your eyes at your mother,” Rowan warned.

Aelin continued, “Next thing we know, we spent our entire paychecks on chocolate, Finn is farting on our faces all day, the twins will never fall asleep again from the sugar rush, and your dad will be shoving food down your throat because of some crazy diet you saw online to get rid of the Easter weight.” She raised her brow in that infuriating mom way of hers. “Did I miss something?”

“Fine!” Maisie held both arms up in surrender. “You want me to buy your kids lame chocolate, is that it?”

“If they can’t appreciate whatever you can afford, I’m not raising them right.”

“Ugh!” Maisie groaned, and sat facing away from her mother.

A moment later, Dad sent her off to tell her siblings dinner was ready, and soon everyone was at the table, ready to attack the food that took ages to be ready.

Except that, when she asked for the parmesan cheese, Enid took it and kept waving it in front of her instead of just passing it over.

After seven years of Enid, Maisie was unimpressed. “Are you trying to tease me?”

The little girl giggled. “No, you can have it, but I want to see your eyes light up first!”

With a sigh, Rowan took it from Enid’s hand and passed it over to Maisie. “Can we just try to be rational for once?”

“I was rational once,” Eamon said, frowning.

With his mouth full, Finn said, “I want the next special dinner to be at one of those fancy pasta places with two forks.”

“Manners,” Aelin warned the wild beast she called a son.

“Mom and Dad never take us to fancy restaurants for a reason,” Maisie said while giving a pointed look to Finn, who was by her side.

The boy rolled his eyes and mimicked in a high-pitched voice, “MoM aND dAD nEVer tAkE uS tO fANcY rEStAuRaNts FoR a rEasOn.”

Maisie slapped her brother’s forearm, and that’s when her parents lost patience.

Rowan lifted his pointed finger, “Do not—“

“Maisie, Finn, for Mala’s sake…” Aelin started, pinching the bridge of her nose.

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Later that night, Maisie was scrolling on TikTok before sleep, but two knocks on her bedroom door stopped her short.

It was Finn, holding his blanket. More often than not, he slept in Maisie’s room—she wasn’t sure why, but it’d been this way since he was little. Already knowing what was about to happen, Fleetfoot moved to the foot of the bed to give him space. Her bed might look big, but it didn’t have nearly enough space for two people and a person-sized dog.

When she was taking off her many pillows to find some space for her brother, a bulky-looking folded paper caught her eye.

Maisie hid it back with the pillow and said, “Go get me some water.”

Finn complained, but complied.

Quickly unfolding the paper in the little time she had, Maisie recognized her dad’s writing and a fuckton of cash—not too much for an Air Force major, but enough to make a teenager who had a minimum-wage part-time job feel like a billionaire.

Groceries refund + your delivery fee

Don’t mention it—ever

Maisie’s grin grew wicked. She fucking loved her dad.

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Finding a reason to get out of the house on Easter was tough, but she managed it.

Maisie had already picked her dad’s sushi-filled Easter egg at the restaurant, since he hated chocolate, and the other ones had been retrieved from its hiding place at Uncle Aedion’s.

Inside her house, Finn was the first one to greet her.

He eyed her bags suspiciously. “What’s all that?”

Without a word, she took one Kinder egg that fit in her palm, and handed it to him. Finn took it in his hand, contemplated it for a second with a silly half-smile, then hugged Maisie tight, squeezing her waist.

“Gods!” She lightly slapped his head. “You’re so dumb.”

Before he processed what happened, Maisie got his actual Easter egg, the Kinder with the dinosaur he wanted.

His eyes lit up and his mouth hung open, as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Then, her brother crushed her into a hug that knocked her breath out of her lungs.

“Thanks, Mais.”

“Yeah, yeah.” She took a second to take it in, than wiggled out of his hug to hand the twins’ ones.

They looked so happy, it didn’t even look like Mom and Dad gave each of them giant Easter eggs three hours ago.

Her parents were watching them from afar, wearing one of those weird, sentimental parent smiles.

When she took out her dad’s from the bag, Rowan finally looked surprised—which was easily detected by his wife.

The “shell” part of his Easter egg was just nori and rice, but it was filled with seafood. Dad twirled his sushi egg in his hands, mouth ajar. “Honey, I didn’t think you’d get me something too. You didn’t have to.”

“Too?” Mom asked, lips quirked up. Her eyes sparkled, darted between Maisie and Rowan, then landed on her daughter. “Good to know you found a way to afford it.”

“I’m my father’s daughter.” Maisie shrugged. “Of course I know how to save money.”

She also knew how to spend it like her mother, but it wouldn’t be smart to mention right now.

At that point, Maisie knew Aelin figured out that Rowan gave her the money, and Mom knew Maisie knew she knew. Neither of them would say a word, though, and it was best this way.

She handed her mom’s next, a chocolate hazelnut Easter egg the size of Aelin’s head.

“I didn’t know Dad bought you the same one,” Maisie said with a sheepish smile.

“You won’t hear me complaining, honey.” Her mom kept intense eye contact with her Easter egg, likely unwrapping it in her mind as if she didn’t have a half-eaten identical one in her bedroom.

Aelin put her gift on the coffee table near them and hugged Maisie. “I love you, honey,” she said before kissing her daughter’s head. “Thank you for the gift. You’re such a great big sister.”

“I know, right?”

However, their hug was abruptly broken by shouting coming from the other side of the living room.

“Stop. Being. An idiot!” Enid shouted at Eamon for whatever reason they decided to bicker over this afternoon.

“We’re both idiots, but you’re the bigger idiot!” he fought back.

Maisie tapped her mom’s shoulders. “Go tame your evil twins.”

“Don’t call your siblings that!”

She sighed, not surprised by how quickly their moment of peace—a rarity in her home—was broken.

Weirdly enough, her parents seemed to enjoy it.

A/N: In the plans of this outtake I have deep into my notes app, Aelin mentions that since her husband doesn’t like chocolate, her Easter gift to him would be given “later tonight”. I thought you’d like to know *wink*

2nd A/N: Yes I left Maisie’s exact age in the dark on purpose heheheh this one spoiler I’m not handing out like this.

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Beneath My Touch

Chapter Four

Leo/Logan/Finn Bridgerton AU

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Logan waited in his small, secret library, facing out the window, until the door opened and Leo was guided through, along with the tea just behind him.

“Lord Knut, sir,” said the butler.

“Yes, thank you,” Logan said, then nodded at Maisie, who was carrying the tea. “Thank you.”

He and Logan watched each other as the servants set out the china and then left with a bow, shutting the door behind them. Logan took a step forward, letting out a breath. “Leo.”

Leo just looked at him for a long moment. He looked just as handsome as Logan remembered in his light gray summer suit, almost the same color as the streak in his hair.

“If people thought we were engaged after a dance, and then…after we ran into the gardens together…” Leo said quietly into the silence, then removed a copy of Whistledown from inside his jacket. “God knows what they think now.”

Logan didn’t know how to reply, and so he poured the tea.

“I must confess, I…” Leo removed his hat, held it nervously in his hands. “I don’t understand what has happened. I mean, I do understand, but…”

“I know,” Logan said. “I’m not sure I quite do, either. How do you take it?”

“Milk and one sugar.”

“I take three,” Logan said, then sent a glance up at him. “I’m not sure why I told you that.”

“It’s Finn, isn’t it?” Leo asked quietly. “The boy from the garden.”

Logan paused, hand poised with the milk pitcher, then cleared his throat and poured. He dropped one sugar into Leo’s cup, and three into his own. He gestured Leo to the sofa, slid the cup to poise in front of it, but didn’t sit himself. He didn’t think he could manage stillness just then.

“Yes,” Logan said, and rubbed at the back of his neck. “It is.”

Leo nodded faintly, then somewhat shakily lowered himself into the chair.

“That’s a lot of sugar,” Leo said.

“Yes,” Logan said again. “Leo, I…” Logan sank onto the sofa beside him. “God, I’m—I'm so sorry. You put all of yourself towards me last night and I let you. All while I knew—”

“It’s all right,” Leo said quietly.

“No, it isn’t. I…The truth is, no part of me set out to enjoy myself last night.”

Leo looked up from where he was messing with the handle of his cup. Just trying to keep his hands busy it seemed. “Well…all right.”

“No,” Logan sighed. “No, I—God, how do I say this. I wasn’t just—but I did. I was happy last night. You made me laugh, and you can’t imagine how far I was from anything of that sort just a few hours earlier. Finn and I, we’d been thinking that we could never—it doesn’t matter now. You did make me laugh, and you were unbearably kind. Even when…”

Logan could barely piece together the scene by the fountain. One second, his lips on Finn’s, I love you so, so much.Then the next, Leo had been there. 

Leo only smiled sadly. He took a sip of his tea, and then rose, smoothing his jacket. “You’ll forgive me if I don’t see you at the Starlight ball tonight.”

Logan stood, too, unsettled by the panic that brought to his chest. “Leo…”

“I think I’ll…” Leo wasn’t looking at him. “I’ll skip a few days of the Season. Go to the country.”

“But…” Logan couldn’t stand the thought that he had ruined it all for Leo. And he knew that Finn didn’t know Leo at all, but Logan knew Finn, and he thought Finn wouldn’t be able to stand it either. “The Starlight—it’s the beginning of the Season. It’s where people get talking, and where matches are made. All sorts. All sorts of matches.” What Logan even saying now, he didn’t know. he only knew he wanted Leo to stay, to not leave yet.

“A match for me is not a necessity,” Leo said. “And I’m afraid the original longing for one that I felt last night has…diminished.”

Logan put a hand to his own chest. “Leo.”

“Matches,” Leo said again, eyes back on Logan. Blue. So blue. He nodded, as if in realization. “A good match, I said last night, and you went so far away.”

Logan swallowed. “Yes. I know.”

“I hope Finn is yours,” Leo said. “Your match. And I hope you are his. I do know you make a good partner now, you know.” Another sad smile as he took a step towards the door. “Even if only in dance.”

“Leo…” Logan said, if only because he had no words to reply to Leo’s. He should stop saying his name, but it brought about this peaceful set to Leo’s mouth that Logan enjoyed. He took a step forward. “I’m sorry. For dragging you into this, for…”

“I saw you walk down that aisle to the Queen and I thought…” Leo smiled, realer this time, steeped in memory. “He is the most stunning thing. A little melancholy, maybe—and now I know why—but then you were kind, too, and sweet.”

Logan couldn’t deny the flush on his neck, or the disappointment he felt. Perhaps it was only that it would have been nice to have a friendly face, someone who knew what had happened. But that was wrong. That felt too sparse. Too superficial.

“I understand,” Logan forced himself to say. “But I…I do hope we meet again?”

“Of course,” Leo said, but Logan couldn’t tell if he meant it. He could only watch as Leo turned fully towards the door, striding across the room to take it by the handle—and pause. He stood there for a long moment, poised to leave. Logan watched his shoulders rise and fall, rise and fall, and then he turned—just a little. Just enough for Logan to catch a last glimpse of his profile.

“I’m sorry, too, Logan, but not because I met you. Only because I met you too late. And you didn’t drag me into anything,” Leo cracked the door. “I chose you. Remember?”

~

Every movement of the sun across the floor, every slight billow of the curtain by the window, turned into Finn’s potential arrival. Logan sat on the cushions by the window, a book open in his lap that he wasn’t reading. It was only that it was a favorite of Finn’s. He’d seen it in Finn’s hands, and he stared at the words as if, somehow, they would tell him what Finn was doing, and why he wasn’t coming to see him. He knew where Logan would be. Logan was never anywhere. His days were mindless things, and every time he wanted to do something about that, every time he wanted to change that, no one, not even his sisters, seemed to know what to say to him.

He had just surprised himself with the thought that Leo would know what to say to him, Leo who seemed to have every passion for life, when the door opened.

Logan’s head snapped up so fast that he knocked it on the wooden frame he was sitting against.

“Sorry, it’s just me,” Noelle said. “You are jumpy.”

“Can’t imagine why,” Logan said, and looked back down at the book.

Noelle came in and shut the door behind her, dress rustling, hair loose down her back. “The maids are saying that Knut was here.”

“The maids should mind their own business.”

“What did he want?”

“And so should you.”

Noelle sat on the cushion by his feet. “Logan. Come on.”

Logan sighed and closed the book, rubbing his palm over the worn cover.

“I know—” Noelle began carefully, and when he looked up at her, she was tracing the pattern on the window seat’s cushion. “Logan…I know that the idea of Finn being there at the ball tonight, requesting the dance through Whistledown no less, or I suppose I should say his alter-persona. I know that is exciting. But I implore you to think of what he offers you.”

“I love Finn, Noelle,” Logan said. “I love him entirely. That is what he offers me.”

“I love that you are happy,” Noelle said, but it was almost pleading, rather than pleased. “But what will you do, move into your bedroom together?” Noelle shook her head. “You think that he will be invited to the places we are invited? Logan, I’m not even sure some of our staff will agree to wait on him. It will be seen as a snub. He will be miserable in this world and I’m worried that then you will be, too.”

“Maybe I don’t want him in this world,” Logan said. “Maybe I want to find a world of our own.”

Noelle laughed, but not unkindly. “That sounds just grand when you say it like a poet, but that world of your own is not a little bubble of love, it’s a world you have never—no, Logan, don’t get up, look at me.”

Logan clutched the book to his chest and settled back against the cushions. He felt like a pouting child doing it.

Noelle put a hand on his knee. “Finn is…beneath your touch.”

Logan pushed her hand away. “You don’t even know him. You can’t say that, you can’t say he’s not good enough.”

“I don’t mean him, I mean the way he was raised. It’s not good enough for you not because it’s bad but because it will be hard for you to understand. It will be as hard for the people there to accept you as it would be for the people here to accept him. Finn’s is a world you have never stepped even a toe in. Even a little finger. You don’t know what it’s like to be without all of,” she gestured to the greater room. “This. You will have absolutely no idea how to conduct yourself in it.”

“I don’t know how to conduct myself in this world!” Logan said. “Noelle…” He made a frustrated noise and rubbed at his eyes, then looked out the window. He could see the gardeners below, smoothing the hedges, keeping up the summer blossoms. What did they go home to? He had seen the cottages of the tenants around the ground. No, they weren’t the Greencloake Manor he lived in, but they were beautiful nonetheless. Why did Noelle think it would be so bad? Because he would have to learn to boil his own eggs? Maybe he could learn that. Maybe he wanted to, if Finn would teach him. If he had Finn’s help.

“I’m asking…” Noelle said softly. “Did—did Leo Knut offer you something just now?”

Logan looked at her. “What, you mean his hand?” 

“Yes, Lo. I mean marriage, because you two—last night you two—”

“He saw me and Finn.”

Noelle sucked in a breath, her fingers digging into the cushion. “What does…what does that mean.”

“Finn, he was at the ball last night,” Logan said. “I saw him, waiting for me out the window and I found him in the gardens.”

“He shouldn’t have.”

“Let me speak,” Logan said, a bit more harshly than he had meant to, and he covered her hand with his own to try and make up for it. “Yesterday afternoon, Finn all but told me what you are telling me now. That we have no chance. That I must marry because that’s the world I was born into. The youngest child, with a fine inheritance, but nothing very promising other than that.”

“Oh, Lo, you are promising—”

“But he came to see me, and we told each other that we loved each other,” Logan didn’t know why he had dropped his voice to a whisper, but it felt suited to the words. Sacred.

“And he said nothing of Whistledown?” Noelle asked.

“He—he said that he might have something, a plan, that may allow us to be together.”

Noelle frowned. “How does…”

“Though it might not work.”

Noelle blinked. “He thinks—he thinks Whistledown raises his station, doesn’t he?”

Logan had been thinking on it. “I believe so.”

Noelle let out a scoff. “Logan. You’re a Lord.”

“He’s not a servant anymore.”

“So, he’s a writer? Where exactly does that place him in our society?”

“I don’t give a damn.”

“Logan. What kind of life will you two have?”

Logan stood, done with the conversation. “I am happy with him. That’s what kind of life we will have, and I am going to the ball tonight, and we will have our first dance, and it will be in the middle of a crowded room, and everyone is going to stare, and whisper, and gossip because that’s what they’re best at, but I will still be happy. Because I am in his arms, and he loves me, and that is more of a life than I have ever thought I could dream of.”

Logan didn’t wait for his sister’s response. He didn’t put the book down. He kept it close to his chest as he tore out of the room and slammed the door.

~

Finn wasn’t here. Logan kept close to his family—not exactly speaking to any of them—as the glimmering ballroom moved around him, but Finn wasn’t here. Families were still being announced, Logan supposed—Lord and Lady Tremblay of Greencloake Manor and their children, Lady Tremblay, Lady Tremblay, Lady Tremblay, and Lord Tremblay.

But he’d hoped that he and Finn could talk, even before the first dance. What was he going to be wearing? How would they say Finn’s name? Would they say it at all, or would Finn sneak in somehow. Logan felt the same adrenaline as their secret meetings, ready always for Finn to appear, to wrap him up in his arms. Got you. How was your day? But it wasn’t secret. None of it was secret or hidden. People had begun to stare at him the moment he walked in. Even some people that he considered friends had seen him and then turned away, mouths hidden behind hands. Some eyes were amused, some were scornful.

Logan surprised himself again with a thought of Leo, and how he wished that he were here. He understood. He hadn’t mocked him. Logan would do anything to be standing with someone who could make him laugh right now.

The announcer beat his staff twice against the floor, signaling another family’s arrival, but Logan was tired of snapping his head up to look, to see if it was Finn. He’d been doing that all night. He just stared down into his cup of wine, which he’d barely touched. Everything tasted sour.

“Lord and Lady Knut of Sweetgrass Manor, and their son, Lord Knut.”

Logan turned fast, sure that he’d heard wrong. But there was Leo, standing at the top of the stairs with his parents, elegant and handsome in a light blue-gray set of tails, white tie, and—God, pearl pins nestled into his blond curls that caught the candles’ glow like he himself was the starlight of the ball. His eyes found Logan as he descended the stairs, and he smiled slightly. He ignored the whispers, too—these ones no doubt about his sheer radiance—and inclined his head to the hosts of the ball before striding right over to Logan, that same soft smile on his face.

“My Lord,” Leo said quietly when he reached Logan. The chatter around them was frantic now—Lord Knut and Lord Tremblay—But Whistledown?—And when will he arrive?

Leo bowed slightly, aware of Logan’s family near by, and then shifted to stand politely at Logan’s shoulder. In an even softer voice, meant just for the two of them, he said in Logan’s ear, “I thought you might require a friend by your side tonight, after all. At least until you-know-who arrives.”

Logan looked up at him. He still felt slack with surprise, off-kilter by Leo’s appearance. “You didn’t—you didn’t have to do that.”

Leo kept his blue eyes on the ballroom. “I know.”

Logan stepped in front of him, insistent on drawing that blue gaze. “Leo.”

Finally, Leo looked at him. Logan had the strongest urge to reach up and touch one of the tiny pearls in his hair.

“Thank you,” Logan said.

And then, with two more taps of his staff, out called a name that sent Logan’s heart knocking against his ribs even harder.

“Mr. Finn O’Hara, of—” the man’s voice broke, and stuttered. “Of Whistledown Cottage.”

The ballroom hushed into silence. Logan watched Leo’s eyes move to the staircase behind him first, the blue of them focusing in on the boy who was, of course, standing at the top of them. We will see each other tomorrow.

“Speaking of,” Leo said quietly, and nodded forward. “Look. He looks quite fine.”

Slowly, Logan turned.

And there, at the top of the stairs, was Finn. Logan had to blink twice to fully recognize him. Gone was the roughspun shirt, the work boots, all replaced by a fine summer suit—dark green. It made his auburn hair look smooth and rich, his pale skin flush. The statement was clear enough. Green was the Tremblay’s color. That, and the cottage name, and the determined, confident look on his face—Logan’s stomach was in knots, heart pounding, Finn, this entire time, Finn—

“That is Whistledown?” whispered voices from all around him. “Whistledown.” Logan barely heard.

“Go,” Leo said in his ear, and pressed a hand to his back. “Go, Logan.”

He vaguely registered himself walking towards the foot of the staircase as Finn descended it. He shouldered through the other bodies in the room, and then realized they were parting for him. He could hardly believe that it was really Finn who he was seeing. Not some phantom. Not some trick. Finn, so changed that Logan could hardly take it all in. Whistledown. All of the times Logan had read to Finn aloud from it—his own words—praising them, laughing at them, wondering how on Earth this author had come to power.

Only, then Finn was standing right in front of him, up close, and Logan realized he was entirely wrong. Those brown eyes were the same, warm and searching for Logan’s reaction, his thoughts. Logan could see Finn’s chest rise and fall with a breath, and then he bowed the deep, well-practiced one that Logan had taught him. When he rose to meet Logan’s eyes again, he looked less confident, as if the foreign gesture had unsettled him.

“My Lord,” Finn said, and it was a jolt to hear him speak. His voice was familiar, too, bringing the reality of this, all of this, crashing into Logan even harder.

“Lo,” Finn whispered, and held out his hand.

Logan didn’t think he could have spoken even if he wanted to. He couldn’t imagine why Finn looked so afraid all of a sudden, as if he actually thought there was any world in which Logan would refuse him. He didn’t think he’d be able to say that just then, and so he only placed his palm into Finn’s. Finn’s fingers were warm as they tightened around his own.

The room seemed to unfreeze then. The promise of the start of the dancing was too enticing to refuse, and other couples gathered around them. Logan looked for Leo but didn’t see that he had joined, too. Go. Go, Logan.

Those beside him and Finn on the floor stared openly, and Logan, too, finally got a little self-conscious. He squeezed Finn’s hand and relaxed a little when he felt Finn squeeze his palm in return. The green coat was smooth and well-made beneath Logan’s palm when he reached up to hold Finn’s shoulder, but Logan far preferred the rough skin of Finn’s hand.

“Are you all right?” Logan whispered, lips barely moving to avoid the listeners.

“Only if you are,” Finn breathed.

“I missed you,” Logan said, and then the music struck up. Finn took the lead perfectly, guiding Logan where he wanted with the slightest pressure. It wasn’t until they had turned a few steps that Logan realized, with a warm bloom of something in his chest, that they were doing the very thing they had dreamed of. Dancing, right there in the middle of the crowd. The awe of it all invaded his senses, and he didn’t even have to try to remember any steps. He wasn’t even sure the crowd existed anymore, only Finn’s face, still worried seeming, gazing down at him.

He didn’t care what his family might be doing, watching them. He didn’t care that they were surrounded by frowns and puzzlement and scandalized old-timers disappointed that Whistledown was not one of the fine ladies among them, not someone they could pamper and win over for their own status. Finn was here, and Logan wasn’t exactly sure what that meant for either of them, but he did know he could no longer take the unease in Finn’s expression. Logan needed Finn to stop watching him as if he might be angry. Maybe he was something other than perfectly delighted that Finn had been hiding something like this, but Logan could sort that out later.

The dance brought them apart briefly—Logan hated that bit. Finn had, too, when they had practiced, just the two of them. God, why, if I chose to dance with you, have I got to touch all these other people? Logan had laughed hard at that, but now he agreed. He kept his eyes on Finn’s the whole time, even when he had to spin a woman around, and then on the back of his red hair when Finn, too, was forced to turn.

Finn couldn’t be doing it all alone, could he? Looking back on it now, Logan was sure that he himself had fed some of what Finn had written about. He’d thought he was merely agreeing with Whistledown, not seeing his own opinions written down. Finn had given him a voice, he’d given them both of voice, when neither of them were expected to have one. Their circumstances were nothing alike. Finn came from a poor family. He had no voice because no one cared to listen. Logan came from, well, this. And he had no voice because no one cared to listen. It was a relief when they came back together, for both of them. Finn let out a shaky breath as he took Logan against him again, closer than was usually respectable.

Once, months ago, they had altered this particular dance. Together, while practicing and having fun. On a summer night in the forest by the country manor, candlelight and blankets thrown down, the air warm and alive with crickets. A bottle of whiskey to share and food Finn had snuck away from the kitchens. Finn had said what if it went like this instead? Then I’ll never have to let you go, and the dance had suddenly become their own.

Now, If Logan couldn’t tell Finn that he wasn’t angry, he’d show him.

The next part of the dance was supposed to be another step back, and then a turn. But that’s not what they had done. So, now, in the crowded, shocked ballroom, when Finn took the traditional step back, Logan stepped right up to him, as close as they had been in the woods. It made them stand out from the other couples, as did Finn’s frozen, surprised expression.

“You remember,” Logan said.

Finn stared at him for a long moment, and then a slow, bright smile crept over his face. He nodded. While the other dancers barely touched palms, Finn took Logan’s hands and spun him, Logan’s back to him, but their arms crossed closely across Logan’s chest, like a wrapped up embrace. They stepped together, once, twice, and it brought Finn’s mouth right by Logan’s ear.

“I never wanted to hide from you,” Finn said softly.

“I…” Logan said, and tilted his head to look up at him. “I know that.”

“I thought you might be angry,” Finn said and turned him back around in time to join the other dancers in their synchronized steps.

“I’m not. You could have told me.” While the others turned and brushed palms again in a slow circle, they did the same, only with their fingers laced together.

“I didn’t want you to think I was only using you for information,” Finn said, and pulled Logan back in, before leading him back a step, then to the side, the room spinning around them. “I still don’t want you to think that.”

“Why did you do it at all?” Logan asked. “Whistledown.”

“Us,” Finn said. “Our talks. It began with me writing some of it down. I wanted to remember what you said—you are a great speaker, Logan, when you decide to be.”

“I’m not.”

“When you are comfortable with who is listening to you, you are. And I’ll always listen.”

Logan tried to find it in him to wish they were both away from it all, the flickering candles and the eyes and the murmuring chatter. But he couldn’t. He wanted this. Him and Finn, talking as they always had, right in front of them all. The music, anyhow, was coming to an end, the dance coming to a close.

“And then I realized you were forever for me,” Finn said as Logan raised his hands to loop around his neck, as their own dance went. “But I knew we couldn’t have that, not with how I was. So I knew I needed to raise my rank, just a little. Just a few steps up.” They didn’t bow, while applause raised around them, but Finn blinked, as if he’d forgotten the others. “Funny, right? Abiding to the system, even while picking it apart.”

Logan shook his head. “How did I not see it before?”

“What?” Finn asked.

“You talk how you write,” Logan said, then reached up to run a gentle thumb over the high of Finn’s cheeks. “So, it’s you that doesn’t like my rakish ways.”

“Well, Whistledown hasn’t noticed those in quite some time now,” Finn smiled. “Could Lord Tremblay have taken a lover?”

“Oh, he has. And he doesn’t plan on straying.”

“Well, then.” Finn pressed their foreheads together. “Looks like someone lucky gets you all to himself.”

Logan put a hand to Finn’s cheek, and laughed. Part of him wanted to cry—only, not in front of all these people—a smaller thought passed through part of him, too. Where is Leo?

“Well,” Logan said softly to Finn, and dropped his palm from his cheek to his hand, hoping he agreed that it was time to go. “You have me.”

#o'knutzy #Beneath My Touch lumosinlove #Bridgeton au #finn/leo/logan #Logan/Leo/finn #finno #lelo #finn o'hara #Leo knut #Logan tremblay

[oopsalldadsderby]

The contestants have been finalized! Here's the bracket lineup!

So how this is going to work is, there's going to be 8 polls a day, starting tomorrow, until we hit semifinals. That means we'll do group A, B, C, D, then side AB, then side CD, then all the quarterfinals together. I'll update the images whenever we hit a new round.

Plain text Round 1 matchups under the cut:

(As a reminder, groups are formatted as [Dad name] & [Kid name]. So if there's multiple of either dads or kids, they'll use the word 'and.' Think of the ampersand like a separator.)

Group A

Bruno & Team Bucciarati (JJBA:GW) vs. Kanan & Ezra (SW Rebels)

Tony Stark & Peter Parker (MCU) vs. Lin & Asami, Mako, Bolin, Korra (LoK)

Balsa Yonsa & Chagun (MGotS) vs. Thancred & Ryne (FFXIV)

Aizawa & class 1A (MHA) vs. C!Philza & crew (DSMP)

Sojiro Sakura & the Phantom Thieves (Persona 5) vs. Tommy "Big Man" & Gus (Sweet Tooth)

Finn & Leif (FE) vs. Sandor & Arya (GoT)

Axel/Lea & Roxas and Xion + King Mickey and Riku (KH) vs. Artemy & Sticky and Murky (Pathologic)

Joel & Ellie (TLoU) vs. Darkwing Duck & Gosalyn Mallard (Darkwing Duck)

Group B

Pyrrha & Nona (TLT) vs. Kelsier and Vin (Mistborn)

Fukuzawa & Ranpo (BSD) vs. Miss Honey & Matilda (Matilda)

Jack Wynand & the Little Sisters (Bioshock) vs. Scar & Mei Chang (FMA)

Eda Clawthorne & King and Luz (TOH) vs. John Silver & Jim Hawkins (Treasure Planet)

Logan & Kitty and Jubilee (Wolverine) vs. Geralt & Ciri (Witcher)

Donquixote "Rosinante" Corazon & Law (OP) vs. Rouxls Kaard & Lancer (Deltarune)

Sully & Boo (Monsters Inc) vs. Simon & Marceline (AT)

Din & Grogu (The Mandalorian) vs. Bobby Singer & Sam and Dean (SPN)

Group C

Welt Yang & March 7th and the Trailblazer (Honkai Star Rail) vs. Jim Hopper & Eleven (Stranger Things)

Ingo & Irida and protagonist (PLA) vs. Gregor Samsa & Emil Sinclair (Limbus Company)

Nanami Kento & Itadori Yuuji (JJK) vs. Meta Knight & Kirby (Kirby)

Phoenix Wright & Trucy (AA) vs. Shirou & Michuri (BNA)

Yuugo and Lucas & 50 kids (The Promised Neverland) vs. Stan Pines & Dipper and Mabel (GF)

Date & Mizuki (AI:TSF) vs. Peabody & Sherman

Cabalena and Jowd & Lynne (Ghost Trick) vs. Pigsy and Tang & MK (LMK)

Kiryu & Haruka (+others) (Yakuza) vs. Tenmyouji & Quark (Zero Escape)

Group D

Silco & Jinx (Arcane) vs. Guts & Schierke (Berserk)

RGB & Hero (TPoH) vs. Father Garcia & John (FAITH)

Sam and Max & The Geek (Sam and Max) vs. Tom Wachowski & Sonic (Sonic movie)

Rei and Kazuki & Mira (BD) vs. Daud & Billie Lurk (Dishonored)

Chongi-re, Numeri and Butler (TRPC) vs. Jacob Holland & Maisie (The Sea Beast)

Reigen & Mob (MP100) vs. Maedros and Maglor & Elrond and Elros (Silmarillion)

Jean Valjean & Cosette (Les Miserables) vs. Loid & Anya (Spy x Family)

Batman & Robins (Batman) vs. Kurogane & Syaoran (Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle)

#tumblr polls #dad fight bracket #housekeeping #round 1

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

Jo Berry ✤ John Hughes Movie 

Jo Berry’s life was fine.  Really, truly, just fine.  Being related to Rachel Berry wasn’t exactly easy, but it was fine.  She had soccer – not particularly popular but enough to keep her from getting slushies to the face and, hopefully, enough to get her out of Lima – and she had her camera, that was really all that she needed.  She could keep her head down and survive three years of fine until she could go to university and reinvent herself in a city without Rachel, it would be fine.  But then Mr Schuester approaches her, offering her school credit in exchange for shooting a documentary about his rebuilding of the Glee club.  And it’s fine, Jo is all set to say no thanks and save herself the trouble, but then Mr Schue finds a new leading man.  And Jo… Jo might be willing to throw aside her perfectly fine three years of high school if it meant that Finn Hudson would know who she is.

Fandom: Glee

Face Claim: Joey King

Love Interest: Camilo Ayers

Theme song: John Hughes Movie, Maisie Peters

Pinterest: x

Playlist: tbd

( format / layout insp )

Tag List: want to be added?

#jo berry #ocappreciation #john hughes movie #*intro #my work #my edits #my moodboards #my ocs #glee oc

[dtyfp2]

CAST

The Guilt of Pride

The Slytherin 6

Timothee Chalamet as Regulus Arcturus Black

Ester Expósito as Emma Vanity

Lorenzo Zurzolo as Lorenzo Nott

Elle Fanning as Pandora Greengrass

Finn Cole as Evan Rosier

Hannah Dodd as Helen Prewett

Others

Harris Dickinson as Fabian Prewett

George MacKay as Gideon Prewett

Aaron Taylor Johnson as James Potter

Ben Barnes as Sirius Black

Andrew Garfield as Remus Lupin

Dane Dehaan as Peter Pettigrew

Sophie Skelton as Lily Evans

Alicia Vikander as Marlene McKinnon

Maisie Richardson-Sellers as Dorcas Meadowes

Lily Collins as Emmeline Vance

Karen Gillian as young Molly Weasley

#regulus x reader #regulus black #regulus black imagines #regulus #Harry Potter imagines #Harry Potter universe #Regulus Arcturus Black

[sosoawayrpg]

mods fcs para os personagens livres do skeleton caverna do dragão?

Aqui estão algumas sugestões, anon!

Eric (+20): Liam Hemsworth, Chris Hemsworth, Chris Pratt, Chris Evans.

Sheila (+20): Sophia Lillis, Alba Baptista, Zendaya, Saoirse Ronan, Sadie Sink.

Presto (+18): Timothée Chalamet, Asa Butterfield, Tom Holland.

Uni (+18): Maisie Williams, Chloe Grace Moretz, Elle Fanning.

Bobby (+18): Finn Wolfhard, Jaeden Martell, Jacob Tremblay.

Vingador (+40): Tom Hiddleston, Jason Momoa, Hugh Jackman, Tom Hardy, Mark Ruffalo, Matt Smith.

#ask respondida. #mwfcs

[finn-brooks]

CLOSED STARTER for @maisiedemars where: beach near the boardwalk around twilight hours

"Maisie - stop giggling. How can I - no, shh. Okay... you're not cold, right?" Finn adjusts his lens on his camera, then looks to his current volunteer for this particular project. It is twilight hour, the ocean at low tide with a slow roll of waves up the shore. Most of the beach goers are gone, which means so are most of the gulls. The perfect lighting for a moody portrait.

Finn crouches down, one knee in the sand, trying to get the perfect angle then. They are about ten shots in, his eye for specific details painfully meticulous, he is even tolerating the grit of sand in his vans for this project. "Try not to flinch when a wave comes up. Unless you get saltwater in your eyes - then by all means. But try not to."

#// maisie01 #// thread

[wearelondonhq]

(mais!) welcome to london, FINN PEDERSON! did anyone ever tell you that you look just like JASON ISAACS? well, no matter, we hear that you are 62 and working as a HOSPITAL DIRECTOR. we also hear that you currently HAVE your memories from SAW X and have a tendency to be RESILIENT as well as COLD-HEARTED.

— WELCOME TO LONDON, finn pederson! you look very familiar, do we know you from somewhere? anyways, take your time settling in because whether you want to or not, it looks like you’re going to be living here for awhile! // welcome maisie, please be sure to follow our checklist here. welcome to the group!

#multifandom rp #mumu rp #town rp #city rp #fandom rpg #city rpg #town rpg #oc rp #fandom rp #au rp #saw rp #horror rp #saw rpg #wal: accepted

[dancingsunflowers-ocs]

If they had a kid for the couple you've most neglected?

I had difficulty thinking of what my “most neglected” couple is, because I guess they ALL are kind of neglected in their own way.. I really NEED to desperately update my masterlist 😂 I’ve picked a fandom which I know you’re familiar with! 💕

Name: Piper Hudson

Gender: Gender nonconformity female (She/Her/Hers)

General Appearance: Short brown hair. Petite frame

Personality: Rebellious. Kind-hearted. Loyal. Confident

Special Talents: Playing guitar and drums. Drawing. Playing video-games. Creating stories. Hockey

Who they like better: Piper likes both of her parents equally, but has a better relationship with Finn

Who they take after more: Finn

Personal Head canon: She had a phase where she adopts a goth fashion style.

Face Claim: Maisie Williams

Thank you for the ask @carmens-garden!!! 💕

#oc: claudia green #fd: glee

[giratinite]

spare random facts about your lis ocs 🤲

Limiting to YuuriVoice LisOcs bc we'd be here forever. Maisy (Casper) collects tamagotchi stuff. its their special interest. Their favorite is deviltchi. They are very very short but is absolutely convinced they could take anybody in a fight. They are my favored child because of their inability to keep their yap shut.

Mira (Rookie) really is a big sap for movies about family because the Vitale family is very close. She is also Maisy's cousin! MIra really likes dark fantasy novels.

Sammy (Faust's Listener) is my least fleshed out but he can actually sing! He does karaoke streams sometimes and has no fucking shame about what he will and won't sing. He is the golden retriever boy.

Jude (Angel) streams making art with a pngtuber and Luc sits inthe room mid-stream enough to the point that they made a tuber for him and the audience does not know that the devil "design" is not a "design". Jude is also Sammy's go to artist!

Nora (Finn's listener) has 3 variants and we dont have that kind of time :) :))) but im always thinking about them. Their animal-sona esque thing would be a deer and thats all you're getting till i finish their redesign. Chai (Boo / Sugar) has a "its cleaning weekend" playlist and its mostly heavy metal and emo classics. She's normally dressed very cute light colors but she wears like old band tees and cotton shorts on cleaning days. She also collects funny mugs and her favorite thing are some cat paw shaped shot glasses.

#some of these may be well known to ppl that have been around long enough #giratinite ocs #giratinite answers #holy shit i hope im not forgetting anyone.

[aestheticsun]

Hii your face claim posts are sooo helpful. I was wondering if you have any ideas for face claims for children in a period setting. Appearance or ethnicity doesn't really matter, just as long as they're kids under 14 ish.

I completely forgot about this blog 😅 you've reminded me to get back into compiling faceclaims, for now, for anyone who would like some extra resources, i have an extensive directory on quotev that I'm planning to eventually expand (add resources for each fc, ect) to tumblr. It is under construction rn I'm adding new fc's and alphabatizing them, so extending to tumblr is in the far future at this point.

QUOTEV FC HELP DIRECTORY

On to the actual ask, I do have a few younger period fc's. The resources for them are extremely limited, you might get 2 or 3 gifs on average for each. Younger fc's are hard to find so if none of these are what you were looking for, my advice would be to have children younger then 14 or so just be left faceless.

• Ana Maria Varlotomi (24 y/o but has mostly resources from when she was younger) (white)

• Raffey Cassidy (21 y/o but has plenty of younger resources that can pass as period) (white)

• Alissa Skovbye (21 y/o but has younger resources) (white)

• Maisie Williams (26 y/o but her resources as arya stark can pass as a younger teen) (white)

• Billie Gadson (5 y/o with plenty of period resources) (white)

• Max Pirkis (34 y/o but has resources from rome where he portrays young octavian) (white)

• Ty Tennet (21 y/o but can pass as a preteen in his HoTD resources) (white)

• Finn Elliot (20 y/o but his resources in vikings and the crown could work for a younger teen) (white)

• Dean Charles-Chapman (25 y/o but looks young in his GoT resources) (white)

• Lin Miaoke (23 y/o but only has resources from when she was younger) (east asian)

• Liu Chu Tian (13 y/o but that's literally the only gif i've seen of her) (east asian)

• Seo Eun Sol (13 y/o and pretty limited gif resources) (east asian)

• Yu Xiaotong (29 y/o but has younger resources) (east asian)

• Jiang Yiting (10 y/o with a few resources) (east asian)

• Kim Jin Woo (not sure about age and he's only got a few resources as prince ayushiridara in empress ki) (east asian)

• Nisa Sofia Aksongur (12 y/o but has some resources from magnificent century kosem) (turkish)

• Ayda Acar (not sure about age but has some resources from magnificent century) (turkish)

• Melis Mutluc (20 y/o but has younger resources from magnificent century) (turkish)

• Alihan Turkdemir (13 y/o has a decent amount of resources in magnificent century kosem) (turkish)

• Yusuf Berkan Demirbag (17 y/o with some resources from magnificent century) (turkish)

• Aybars Kartel Ozson (15 y/o with some resources from magnificent century) (turkish)

• Cagan Efe Ak (16 y/o with some resources from magnificent century) (turkish)

• Kaizer Aktar (not sure about age but has some resources from tutankhamen) (middle eastern)

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