#mama may and her chaotic daughter are everything to me

[wistherial]

wistherial, Sunshine & Snow Time

you and diluc’s morning with your daughter!

++ diluc, gn!reader

note: [name] is you! (although it may not be used often and be referred to as ‘you’)! with the busyness of the holidays, i didn’t have enough time to proofread, please let me know if there’s any mistakes!

THE HOUSE IS QUIET as the sun peeks through the curtains of the master bedroom window.

A moment of silence in the Ragnvindr household is a rarity. Thanks to your chaotic little daughter, you and Diluc find yourselves awake by sunrise.

Today, however, is a special day.

Not only are you two still sleeping peacefully, it also seems to be snowing.

The snowflakes flutter around, driven by the wind. Some manage to land on your window, and even on the trees.

“Mama, papa!” [daughter] squeals, slamming the door to the room open and running to the side of the bed.

Immediately, you and Diluc jump awake, thinking something bad had happened.

“[daughter], what happened?!” Diluc asked frantically, completely ready to obliterate anything that dare harm his daughter.

“There’s snow, look!” She replied, pointing excitedly towards the window.

Curiously, the two of you look over, and sure enough, there is snow.

“Never thought I’d live to see the day where Mondstadt has snow,” you commented, staring outside from the window in both shock and awe.

“Oh please, oh please can we play outside?” [daughter] begged, giving you irresistible puppy eyes.

Diluc sighed, “How could anyone say no to those eyes?”

Diluc pulled your daughter, who was giggling, up onto the bed and in between the two of you.

“Make sure to wear your big, warm coat when we go outside or else Santa will put you on the Naughty List,” You say, gently placing a hand on top of her head.

“I will! I don’t want Santa to give me coal for Christmas!” She replies, nodding her head as you and Diluc chuckle at her reply.

You slip out of bed, yawning and walking toward the cabinet to slip into warmer clothes.

You can’t help but smile as over hear Diluc telling your daughter to and get dressed as well as the scrambling of little excited footsteps.

“Diluc, which longsleeves do you like more? This ugly sweater or the pink one?” You ask, turning towards him.

“Hmm, I like the ugly sweater, it’s very suitable for the Christmas Season,” he replies with a soft smile on his face.

“Good point, but the pink suits me more doesn’t it?” You remarked, placing the shirt on top of you.

“Babe, you look lovely in everything and as much as I like them, we’re only going outside into the yard. You can wear whichever you’d like and you’d still look beautiful,” Diluc answers, and you swear you saw hearts in his eyes.

You blush and put the pink one back on the rack, taking the festive sweater off its hanger.

By the time you’ve finished dressing up, Diluc was ready, holding your guys’ coat with your daughter sitting down on the bed.

“You’re finally ready!” Your daughter yells in excitement, jumping off your bed and running to hug you. “Can we go now? Can we?”

You laugh lightly, “Of course we can, let’s go.”

“Here’s your coat my dear,” Diluc says, holding the coat open so that you can slip yourself in it.

“Thank you, babe,” you smile, putting the coat on.

“Eww..” you hear your daughter mumble, making both you and Diluc chuckle.

“Let’s go now, I think she’s waited long enough,” Diluc mentions, taking your hand in his while your daughter lets out a cheer.

The three of you walked outside into the courtyard and immediately, your daughter started running around in joy.

“I don’t know how kids have so much energy in the morning,” you commented, watching her delightfully play in the snow and Diluc chuckles in response.

You both watched her aimlessly, but happily, in the snow while chatting before she came up to you.

“Come play with me! Running is boring,” she yells, grabbing you and Diluc’s hands and attempting to drag you two further into the courtyard.

You laugh and follow her to the grapevines. She sat down and stared up at you, “Sit!”

“So, what do you wanna play, sweetheart?” Diluc asks as he sits down on the snow covered grass.

“Hide N’ Seek!” She instantly replies, “Papa counts first!”

Diluc smiles, “What should I count to?”

“30!”

Diluc starts counting, “Alright then, 1….”

Quickly getting up, your daughter grabs your hand and rushes you to hide.

“Let’s go, before he finishes counting!” She yells, holding your hand and practically drags you around in hopes of stumbling across a good hiding spot.

“What about over here, honey?” You ask, pointing out the little garden near the entrance of the winery.

“I like it, let’s hide there!” She responds, running over there and taking you along with her.

[daughter] takes you behind the bushes and behind the small tree.

“Here I come, where ever you are!” Diluc announces and your daughter squeals giddily.

Not even a minute later, Diluc found the two of you giggling behind the tree.

“There you two are!” He said, running into the grass patch with you while your daughter screams (in a good way).

Diluc sits down next to you guys, barely covered by the tree.

“This morning was interesting, wasn’t it?” He sighs, relaxing happily next to his family.

“It definitely was,” you reply chuckling, leaning onto his shoulder and putting your arms around both him and your daughter, bringing them both in for big, tight hug.

@viharbinger Happy Holidays to you and everyone. I hope you enjoyed this, the ending was quite rushed haha

#wisherial.writing #wistherial.genshin #diluc x reader #genshin impact x reader #diluc ragnivindr x reader #diluc fluff #domestic fluff #diluc x you #gixrsecretsanta2022

[highlifeboat]

Cause this AU got me by the throat and I love expanding on ideas with you (going off the assumption this is her more lucid/less violent times):

1. How's Max's mom handle daily life with the Dimitrescus? Her kid just casually having breakfast with cannibals, working for one, trading snide remarks and somehow not getting killed/attacked for it (Cass wants to, Mel just gives her a look to behave more in front of Max's mom - Max may take advantage until his mom scolds him for rudeness, even to a cannibalistic nightmare)?

2. You know the maids have gossiped about Max before, how is his mom handling that? Especially since some is true?

3. (Potentially little angsty) Oh God is Cass gonna tell her about some of the "dumb shit" (in her mind, honestly pretty horrifying for a parent to hear) Max has done while dealing with trauma?

4. Does she ever witness one of the midnight escapades (Mia being feral, group snack time, etc) and how does she respond?

5. Is Daniela trying to become her mother in law's favorite? Is she succeeding?

6. Does Max admit that Mel is his best friend?

Oh, I’m SO GLAD you’re liking this because I’m living for it rn.

ANyway

1 . It definitely takes a little time before his mom is somewhat comfortable around them, and even then it’s just… bizarre. Everything she knows about the Dimitrescus is that they’re merciless cannibals who will eat anybody that even looks at them wrong but… here they are. Eating dinner together like a normal family, with typical family banter going on. That her own child is taking part in. Him trading snide remarks with Cass especially scares her a little. Daniela tries to reassure her it’s fine “They’ve only fought once in the last month!” This somehow does not help.

Life really isn’t as… wild, as she would have imagined living with one of the Lords to be. There’s definitely moments of things being said/done out of pocket that’s clearly just normal for them, but overall it doesn’t feel any more chaotic than her own family.

Alcina and Mia try to be accommodating, and she actually makes decent conversation with them (dare she say she thinks they could almost be friends). Elena and Melony are both very sweet, she’s still not entirely sure what to make of Bela and Cass, but Bela’s been very polite and respectful, and Cass has been nice, if brutish. Daniela is very sweet. So, y’know, for a family of people eaters and their somewhat normal S/O’s they aren’t bad.

Looping back, Melony is definitely making Cass hold back from saying her usual snarky comments in front of Max’s Mom. On the flip side, his mom is also making him hold back negative remarks because “You shouldn’t be rude.” (Cue the “Sorry, mama…” “Good. Now apologize to Cassandra.” “*....Sorry Cassandra.”, to which Cass would chew him out for later. If Melony didn’t also make her apologize.)

2 . In terms of rumors/gossip, I feel like that’s something she isn’t entirely… surprised by, at the very least. It just largely depends on what type of gossip it is.

Even while living in the Village Max was pretty… not secretive about sleeping around with women, so hearing maids whisper things about him sleeping around wasn’t exactly a revelation. Of course there are exaggerations. Things that are clearly just rumors spiraled out of control. She can deal with those (though it does bring back some… less than fond memories of being harassed for having a “Whore (insert slur) daughter”)

There’s also… other gossip. Debates about his gender, whispers about his mental health, general mutters about his relationship with Daniela (mostly if it’s even real or not), something . Some of those are a little… harder to ignore. But Max seems to simply wave them off because “I don’t care what a bunch of idiots call me.” (which she’s pretty sure he’s said word for word years ago as well). She wants to talk to him about it, because she can tell it bugs him at least a little, but he doesn’t want to and she can’t make him. Even if she is his mom. She just reaffirms how much she cares for him instead.

It still bothers her, in all honesty, but she knows not much can be done about it.

3 . There’s things Max has done that Cassandra definitely classifies as “Just fucking stupid” despite it being part of a series of ongoing problems for him having no self preservation, that maybe she and some others don’t fully realize is super serious. Because not everybody knows how bad Max’s PTSD/trauma is and that it’s part of the reason for why he does certain things.

I can see Cass, when his mom asks about how he’s been doing, telling her about how he once “fell over the banister railing” in the main hall and landed on his face, or one of the many times he was shit face drunk and passed out and they almost thought he was dead, or literally any of the several instances of him getting into an “accident” that “could have killed him”. While his mom just sits there, horrified, and incredibly concerned for her baby boy’s well being.

Bonus points if Max is in the room with them (maybe cause he doesn’t fully trust Cass to be nice), trying to laugh this stuff off as “Haha, yep, I sure am stupid.” but silently freaking out because he can probably count at least 3 of those stories that were actual attempts on his life that he just failed at. But he doesn’t wanna bring down the mood or concern his mom.

I think the two of them have to have a conversation about that.

4 . Once. She’d gone to the kitchen for water, brought a candle for light, walked in on all Mia, Melony, Elena, and her own son all gathered around shoving snacks into their faces. They immediately noticed her, stared, Max said “It’s a coping thing.” Suddenly she wasn’t thirsty, and she turned around and walked back to the guest room with a muttered “That can’t be sanitary.”

They’ve never brought it up after, but she thinks about it sometimes.

She has seen Mia be feral more than once, though. She has no clue what her deal is, because Mia’s pretty normal like 90% of the time (Still a little weird, but normal compared to everything else). And then she’ll just see her perched on a chair devouring a bushel of grapes and a whole loaf of bread or something. At this point she chooses not to question it.

5 . Daniela definitely gets the “Must impress boyfriend’s mom” mentality real fast. Despite Max constantly saying “She already likes you, you’re fine.” Daniela is determined to be the best daughter in-law. She’s constantly trying to help and do whatever she can to stay on his mom’s good side (and maybe doesn’t realize she’s being a tad overwhelming)

To her credit, though, she probably actually is her in-law’s favourite. Cass is too much of a bully towards Max (well, and in general) for his mom to really like her, and Bela is… Bela. She’s very well mannered, but also just kind of awkward and stilted. Daniela is still weird, but she’s much easier to talk and get on with. If she had to rank them favourite to least it would be; Daniela, Bela, then Cassandra.

6 . I like to think the way Max was introducing everybody was like “This is X and she's pretty cool.” or whatever.

And then he gets to Melony, gently puts his hand on her head and is like “This is Melon Ball. You’ll love her. Kind of my best friend. She’s basically a sister to me at this point.” Which is not something Melony has ever heard him say out loud.

His mom thinks it’s cute her son has a little (haha) friend. (She likes Melony a lot more than the people he used to hang out with)

#max when melony exists ''if anything happens to her i will kill everybody in this room and then myself.'' #anyway yeah him and his mom gon have a long talk about his meantal health because #big oof #asks #coleblackblood #maximus vulpe #mama vulpe

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I love mom!toph bc there's so much potential for fluff ^^ Would Lin be fascinated by newborn Su when they bring her home for the first time? And idk but something I've been thinking about is if Toph's parents come to help out after Su is born and they take care of Lin and bb Su for an entire day the time they visit and freaking out like "Toph how do I bathe her?!", "Toph I think she's hungry!", or "TOPH SHE FELL OFF THE BED OMG SHE'S CRYING WHAT DO WE DO OMG OMG" and then they have a happy ending to their day with either toph or one of her parents rocking su and her other parent playing with Lin. Srry if this was a long one, i just love thinking about mom!toph 😂

Hi Anon, thank you for the ask, and your patience! (I mean it. So so so sorry it's been delayed I have no excuses LOL)

I am with you though Mama Toph is amazing because there is so much potential for fluff. She's one of those characters that don't seem like they'd be a good parent. But Toph Beifong is full of surprises, and I think that despite what canon says, she was a great mama :')

I wonder when Lin would've gotten to see Suyin for the first time. Part of me thinks that she sees the baby when Toph and Su are discharged from the hospital, but then another part of me thinks that she would've gotten to see her baby sister the very next day or something. For the sake of this ask, I'll say she sees Su for the first time at the hospital after the baby was born :)

Lin is very curious to see her baby sister, for sure! I feel like that's all she talks about while Toph is gone, because 1, she has no idea how she now has a sister. But then she wonders what the baby looks like, and what the baby can do when she finally gets to see her. When auntie Katara helps her up on Mama's bed and sees her mom holding this little bundle, she grows quiet and very curious.

Her baby sister is pretty cute! Squishy and tiny and can't seem to do much, but cute.

Toph thinks it's funny and cute that Lin is so curious, and she can't blame her. She tries to be straight with her whenever she can, but there are questions and conversations that just have to wait until Linny is older, so Toph teases her instead lol.

And I like that idea! I think it would be super sweet if Lao and Poppy came to Republic City to visit and help Toph with the baby, although, like you said, they may not be as helpful as they try to be LOL. I have a feeling that after their trip is over, they give their daughter huge props for taking care of two kids and having a career.

But while they are in the city, they definitely try to help with the baby because they think she'll be easier than keeping Lin entertained, but oh boy they were wrong! Suyin cries and wiggles and is everywhere and nowhere at the same time—it's exhausting. Often they are ordered to play with Lin because they worry about everything and it's tiring to listen to LOL.

If Toph had a day off from parenting, I feel like it would be rather chaotic at first with Lao and Poppy babysitting. But eventually, they learn the ropes and just do their best to be present and enjoy the moment, which leads to Poppy rocking baby Su to sleep, and Lao drawing with little Lin.

Toph finds it adorable, but if you asked her, she'd probably deny she ever thought that LOL.

Ah! Such cute, fluffy, amazing headcanons, Anon! Thank you so much once again for sending this in. I'm always happy to chat about the Beifong family, and I hope that if you are ever in your mama Toph feels again, you'll stop by! Hope you have a fantastic day!

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Send me asks about ATLA, or anything, really! :D

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[itsallyscorner]

Ik someone else already asked for like a delivery part (and honestly, that would be amazing. Like imagine the girls reacting to Baby Mix casually dropping it in their chat). But, also imagine Tom and Y/N haven’t released anything to the public and Perrie (my loose-lipped queen) let’s it spill over a virtual interview or something, how chaotic would that be????

Anyway, I truly loved your Baby Mix stories. You’re combining two of my favourite things so effortlessly. Thank you💜💜💜

Hello my love! So sorry for the long wait, I hope you don’t mind! Thank you for requesting this and being so patient with me❤️ I’m so glad you’re enjoying the Little Mix reader! stories🥰 I haven’t written a delivery part yet but I already had an idea of how I wanted to write this so...here ya go! Happy reading🤎🧸

💌.

Meet Aunty Pez

She would be the best aunty in the world, ugh🥺 Also I’m so sorry I haven’t been active, school has been keeping me busy, but hopefully it’ll ease up soon! Sending all my love to all of you💞

At 3:14am, on an early Monday morning, the bundle of joy that you and Tom have been waiting nine months for has finally arrived. After hours of enduring pain and labor, Amelia May Holland was born. Weighing at 7.5 lbs, she had the same bright chocolate colored eyes as her father, gorgeous brown hair, a mix of your and Tom’s nose, and thankfully she inherited your lips. She was a precious little thing, always cradled in the arms of either of her parents, since they both couldn’t believe she was finally in the real world with them.

The sun casted soft rays of light into the hospital room you and your little family occupied. The warm light added to the peaceful atmosphere you were all currently in. You were sat against the hospital bed, cradling Amelia in your arms, while you and Tom stared at her in fascination. You lean your head against Tom’s shoulder, eyes never leaving your baby girl, who’s nose momentarily scrunched up.

Softly chuckling, you glance at Tom, “Not even a day old and she’s already doing a habit of yours.” The gentle smile grows even wider on Tom’s lips, a sense of pride rushing through his veins.

“Well she’s definitely her father’s daughter.” He hums, his arm around your shoulder pulls you flush against his chest. Tom hides his face in the crook of your neck, placing feather light kisses onto your skin trailing down to your shoulder, where he rests his chin.

“I can’t believe we made her. Isn’t she the most gorgeous baby in the world?” He speaks in a hushed voice, cautious of startling his newborn daughter awake. He gazes at Amelia with a fond expression on his face, large fingers gingerly reaching out to softly stroke the back of his baby’s hand. She’s only been here a few hours and she’s already wrapped him around her dainty little fingers. He would go to extreme measures to do anything for her and to make sure she lived the best life she can. She was to be treated like a princess in his eyes; because she was his princess and you’ve been bumped up to be his queen.

“She’s all we’ve ever wanted.” You turn to face Tom over your shoulder. The whole morning, ever since you gave birth, the two of you spent most of the time admiring Amelia and would burst into tears at how proud you were of each other. Not only had you both just made the most precious baby in the world, but this was a new chapter in your lives. A new experience of life with a stronger bond, full of love, and years of memories that’ll be looked back on in the future.

Tom shifts his gaze to you, the look in his eyes changing to adoration. He tenderly kisses your lips, repeating the actions a few more times before speaking. “Thank you so much for this. Thank you for being an amazing wife and giving me a family. I love you so, so, so, so, much. You have no idea.” He brushes his nose against yours, shutting his eyes, to savor the meaningful moment.

“I wouldn’t be doing this with anyone else but you. You’re gonna be such an amazing dad.” You beam at him. Tom softly chuckles, leaning his forehead against your temple, “God, I hope.”

“You will, you’ll be the best one in her eyes. I already know it.” You reassure him, pecking the corner of his mouth. You turn your attention back to Amelia, who was still sleeping peacefully in your arms.

“So when should we tell everyone?” Tom asks, resting his chin on your shoulder again. You lean the back of your head against his shoulder, making yourself comfortable in his arms.

“I think we should tell our family and friends first. I’m not ready to share her to the public yet, I want her to only be ours for now.” You quietly explain. You feel Tom smile against your skin.

“Of course, darling. Whatever you’re most comfortable with, that’s what we’ll go with.”

(Y/n)🌻: sent a photo

We thought Amelia might want to pop in and say hello to her favorite aunties for the first time!❤️

Perrie🦋: oh my goodness! Congratulations🥳🥳 I’m over the moon for the both of you!!

Oh she’s precious! Look at those cheeks!! I can’t wait to meet her🥺

Jade💜: OMG WE SHARE THE SAME NAME!!

I’m so happy for you and Tom!! You guys are going to be the most amazing parents in the world!❤️

Leigh-Anne😻: Baby Amelia, you are the most adorable baby I’ve ever seen!!!😍 Babe, you and Tom have some really good genes👀

Congrats you two!! I’m so proud of you both❤️❤️❤️

Jesy💖: Thank god Amelia got (y/n)’s genes for her lips!!😂😂 I can’t imagine another loose-lipped Holland!

I’m so happy for you guys!! I can’t believe you’re already a mum, darling🥺 We love you so much and can’t wait to see you and Baby Amelia❤️

(Y/n)🌻: You guys🥺🥺 I can’t wait to see you all and get out of this hospital! This bed isn’t doing anything for my back😭

Perrie🦋: You must be so exhausted lovey, how are you doing? I hope everything went well during delivery!

(Y/n)🌻: Very painful, I felt like I was about to pass out omg😭 The doctor kept on telling me to push, I didn’t know if I was shitting myself or pushing the baby out😭

Tom’s been amazing the entire time. Bless him, I think I broke his hand while I was pushing :(

Jesy💖: Omg!! What was Tom’s reaction to childbirth?!!

(Y/n)🌻: If you thought he couldn’t get even paler, you thought wrong! He was as white as the walls in the room😭😭 He was a good sport through it all though!

Also, Amelia’s crying. I’ve got to go, I’ll talk to you girls soon!! And good luck with the interview today, you guys are gonna smash it xx

Perrie🦋: Don’t worry about us! You’re officially on maternity leave now! We’ll send your regards for the interviewer❤️

Leigh-Anne😻: Look at our baby mama! We love you❤️❤️❤️

Jade💜: Say hello to baby Amelia and that Aunty Jade loves her🥰

Jesy💖: ^Kiss ass, she’s not even a day old and the competition for best Aunty has already begun smh.

Bye darling, we’ll catch up with you soon❤️

You smiled at your screen before turning it off and placing it onto the table beside your bed. Tom was pacing the room, cradling Amelia against his chest. He was gently rocking her back and forth, alternating from shushing her to humming some sort of tune underneath his breath. You sat back and admired the curly headed boy that’s claimed your heart. Not only was he the love of your life but he was also the father of your child. Sure you guys were young, both in your late 20s, but the daddy role definitely fit Tom perfectly.

Tom must’ve felt your stare because he turned around and sent you a tired smile. He walked towards your bed and motioned for you to lay down. Using one had to cradle Amelia, he used the other to help you get comfy in the hospital bed. Still with one hand, he fixed your hair on the pillow so that it was away from your face. His large calloused hand cradled your jaw, “Get some sleep, darling. I know how tired you are.”

You pouted at him, “But what about Amelia?” He shook his head, his thumb stroking your cheek, “Don’t worry about it, I’ll try and get her to sleep. You just close your pretty eyes and get some rest in.”

“What if she’s hungry?”

“If she doesn’t fall asleep, then I’ll wake you up. Just please get some sleep, love. You haven’t taken a proper nap since this morning and I know you’re already close to knocking out.” He reasoned with pleading eyes. You sigh finally giving in, lazily nodding in response. Tom beams at you and leans down to place a tender kiss onto your lips.

“I love you both.” You mumble against his lips. He pecks your lips once more, “And we love you too, mummy.” The moment you closed your eyes, you were out like a light.

You managed to take a nap for about half an hour until you felt a few pats on your shoulder. You were immediately awake, turning your head to look for Amelia. You looked at the hospital bassinet, where you could see her sleeping peacefully.

“What’s wrong?” You ask Tom. He was sat beside your bed with his phone held in his hand watching something.

“I’m so sorry for waking you, but you should see this.” He apologized with a pitiful smile. He scoots closer to the bed so you can look at the screen. Your brows furrow together in question as you stare at Tom; it was the girls’ interview.

“Just watch.”

“Hello ladies! Thank you for joining me today!” The interviewer started. A round of “hellos” and waves were seen on the recorded Zoom session.

“Thank you for having us!” Leigh-Anne said.

“Yeah, it’s always a pleasure to be on your show, Zach.” Jade gushed. Zach made a show of flattery making them all laugh.

“I mean I guess I should start by asking how are all of you?”

Jesy was the first to answer, “I’d say we’re all doing pretty good, aren’t we girls? You know—just trying to get by especially with all that’s going on in the world.”

Perrie agreed, “Yeah, we’re lucky enough to be healthy and have the privilege to work. So I’d say we’re very blessed and making the best out of situation.”

“That’s great for you girls. AND speaking of making the best of the situation, thank you for giving us entertainment! I’ve been watching The Search and I’m absolutely obsessed.” Zach began, complimenting the show. He continued, “Although I did notice, that there’s only four of you at the moment, and in the show. How is it like to not have (y/n) around?”

Jesy pouted, the other girls having familiar reactions at the lack of your presence.

“As much as we miss her, it’s best for her and the baby to stay home and away from the public. When it comes to your career or family; family comes first, so it was totally understandable.” Jesy explained.

Jade chirped in, “Well, she’s not completely missing out. She’s had a few virtual appearances on the show and we’ve all been in contact, we always know what she’s up to.”

“How’s she doing? With the baby preparations and all?” Zach asked the girls. Their faces immediately brightened with joy, especially Perrie how squealed and clapped her hands in delight.

“Oh she’s doing wonderful, we were just texting her! She’s officially on maternity leave!” Perrie cheered. On the screen, Jesy eyed Perrie warily.

“Officially on maternity leave?”

Perrie smiled widely, “Yes, she is! She sent us a photo of the baby in our group chat and my goodness! Their baby is so cute, I just want to pinch her little cheeks!”

The three other girls’ eyes widened at the things coming out of Perrie’s mouth too stunned to say anything.

Zach squinted at Perrie, “Wait she’s already had the baby?”

“PERRIE!”

“Yeah, today actually.” The blonde answered proudly.

“PERRIE SHUT UP!”

“STOP TALKING!”

Perrie stopped, looking at the three girls offendedly, “What?”

“Oh my god, she did not.” Leigh-Anne facepalmed herself. Jade’s jaw was slack and Jesy’s eyes were wide with horror.

“Babe, do you know what you just did?” Jesy questioned Perrie, fingers pinching the bridge of her nose in stress.

You paused the video, taking in what just happened.

Tom eyed you carefully, “Your phone’s been blowing up consistently. Pez even called me to apologize, she feels really bad (y/n).”

You frowned knowing that Perrie was most likely upset at herself. You’ve been friends with Perrie for years now. It was common knowledge amongst you and the girls that if something big and secretive were to happen, you were to never tell Perrie. Not that you all wanted to leave her out on propose, she just didn’t know how to keep her mouth shut. When Perrie found things that made her happy or excited, she didn’t know how to contain her happiness. So it wasn’t completely a surprise to learn she’s told the world you and Tom were finally parents.

Tom noticed that you were still quiet, “Are you mad, darling?”

You shook your head, “No—no, I’m not mad at her. I know Perrie can get too excited sometimes.”

“So you’re okay with this?” Tom asked you, knowing that just an hour ago you said you wanted to keep Amelia away from the public. His hand reaches for yours, grasping it.

You tilted your head at the ceiling, “Yeah, I guess I am? I mean it’s not like she said Amelia’s name or anything. All she told them was that I gave birth already.” You paused and turned to look at Tom.

“Plus, I think she’s saved us the trouble of figuring out how to tell the world about Amelia.” You send him a smile. He reciprocates the action and brings your hand up to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of it. “We don’t have to tell them anything more. All they have to know is that you’ve given birth and our little princess is healthy. Also that we’re very happy. The rest of the details will only be for us. For now.”

“For now.” You confirmed squeezing his hand. You glanced at your phone and motioned for Tom to give it to you. Scrolling through your contacts you clicked on Perrie’s name, “I guess we should call her and thank her.”

You clicked on the FaceTime icon and not even a second later, Perrie immediately answered the call.

“I am so sorry.” She apologized, hand covering her face. You chuckle at her and shake your head, “We’re actually calling you to thank you Pez.”

Her face contorts into confusion, “What do you mean thank me? I just exposed the two of you during a live interview.”

Tom poked his head into frame, “Well one, you’ve announced that Amelia’s here already, so that’s one thing off our list. And two, you just saved me months worth of relief during interviews. Now that everyone knows we have a baby, I don’t need to be scared of accidentally slipping it out when I have to do promos!”

The blonde looked between both you and Tom I’m disbelief, “Are you kidding me? If I knew you two would’ve responded this way I wouldn’t have been spending the last hour beating myself up for it.”

You laughed smiling at her. Perrie beamed at the both of you, “For just delivering a baby, you look gorgeous hun. You’re glowing.”

“Aw thank you, lovey.” You look at Amelia from the corner of your eye. “Do you wanna see her?” Perrie eagerly nods at the camera. Tom takes the camera and rounds your bed to the bassinet. Aiming the camera above Amelia he said, “Amelia, meet Aunty Pez.”

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Bonjour, mes amis! I’m Tory @imagitory, and welcome to my blog for my characters for the games Harry Potter: Hogwarts Mystery, Magic Awakened, and Hogwarts Legacy! Here may you find a helpful directory, which you can use to navigate my chaotic little blog and get to know each of my “children.” Consider this constantly under-construction as I add more links to each section! 

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HPHM

Carewyn Cromwell ~ fancast: Sophie Turner ~ A Slytherin paragon hero and “Mama Bear” type who fights to save her brother from Hogwarts’s mysterious Cursed Vaults and her entire family and friend circle from the criminal organization R.

Jacob Cromwell ~ fancast: Timothee Chalamet ~  Carewyn’s book-smart, people-dumb spaceman older brother, who got ensnared in R’s web and eventually locked in a portrait for seven years after he and his friends tried to solve the mystery of Hogwarts’s Cursed Vaults.

Lane Cromwell ~ fancast: Claire Danes ~ Carewyn and Jacob’s soft-spoken, but intellectual mother, who is the third child of four and youngest daughter of Charles Cromwell, leader of both the mafia-like Cromwell Clan and the criminal organization R.

HPMA

Erik Apollo ~ fancast: Lucas Lynggaard Tonneson ~ A proud, snarky Muggle-born Slytherin alumnus who becomes an Auror and (temporarily) DADA Teacher’s Assistant after having been terrorized by the Muggle-born Registration Commission during the Second Wizarding War and becoming the legal ward of magical lawyer Carewyn Cromwell.

Anastasia “Ana” Read ~ fancast: Georgie Henley ~ A “strong and silent,” but incredibly intelligent and creative Gryffindor with a love of writing and stories, whose Muggle mother married a wizard with two grown sons.

Farid Sikander ~ fancast: Dev Patel ~ A gentle, pacifistic Muggle with a remarkable flair for magical creatures who gets swept up in the Wizarding World after being selected by Fawkes the Phoenix as his new owner. 

HPHL

Jackson Knightly ~ fancast: James McAvoy ~ A charismatic, capricious Slytherin who, after having been kidnapped by his Muggle father, taken to New York, and used as a pawn in spiritualist scams, has vowed to take the world by storm upon graduating from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Bartholomew “Bat” Varney / Robert Harker ~ fancasts: Lee Pace, Josh Groban ~ An eccentric, but laidback and good-humored vampire scholar with a mysterious backstory as a Muggle-born war veteran in the American War for Independence who plays as an unofficial “professor” for the students of Hogwarts at his home in Hogsmeade village. 

Rudolph “Ru” Ollivander ~ fancast: Harry Styles ~ A blunt, devil-may-care kelpie who steals the identity of the young Ravenclaw boy who tried to catch them and ends up having a short, but fulfilling life as a pioneer in the field of magical photography.

HPHM

Carewyn Cromwell Masterlist

The Carewyn/Orion Masterpost

Carewyn’s Profile

The “Gameplay” Tag

The “Friendship Drabbles” Tag

Inspiration Behind Carewyn

10 Facts

10 More Facts

Jacob and “Pippa”

The Bach Family’s Final Christmas

Carewyn’s Lonely Childhood

Little Carewyn Goes Trick-Or-Treating For the First Time

Carewyn’s Beginnings (Year 1 and 2)

Christmas at the Burrow

Carewyn, Bill, and Emily Tyler

Carewyn Cromwell and Tulip Karasu, Unlikely Friends

Carewyn Sees How Wrong She Was About Barnaby

Felix Mentors Carewyn, Carewyn Comforts Felix

Carewyn Meets Patricia Rakepick

Auditioning for the Frog Choir

Lone Wolves (featuring Talbott and Chiara)

Mirror of Erised (featuring Talbott, Tulip, and Barnaby)

Sickleworth Takes to Carewyn

Carewyn Befriends Jae

Defending Esmeralda the Welsh Green

Career Advice with Severus Snape

Carewyn Considers Her Career Options

Carewyn’s OWLs 

Meet the Malfoys

Everything That Went Down in the Portrait Vault 

Adventures in Cursebreaking

How to Cheer Ashe Up? Singing!

Ashe Supports Carewyn Post-Redacted TW: Suicidal thoughts

Jacob and Carewyn’s Meeting Post-Redacted TW: Mention of suicidal thoughts

Carewyn Connects with Minerva McGonagall

Impersonating Rakepick and Confronting R

Good!Rakepick AU -- now solidly canon for Carewyn! (incomplete)

Carewyn’s Future as a Lawyer

Carewyn, Tonks, and Talbott at the Ministry

Carewyn and Talbott’s Friendship

Carewyn and Torvus’s Friendship

Carey and her BFF Bill 

Carewyn Learns of Cedric’s Death

Lupin Tries to Recruit Chiara

Carewyn and Blaise at the Ministry

Bill Visits Carewyn During One of Her Trials 

After the Battle of Hogwarts

Carewyn Meets Harry Potter (featuring Night Rhea @night-rhea​) 

A Very Uncomfortable Meeting (featuring Orion, Jacob, and Blaise)

Evan Sees Carewyn In Passing (featuring Erik)

Dead!MC AU Challenge TW: Major Character Death, Violence

HPHM Cardverse AU

Jacob Cromwell Masterlist

The “Ask Jacob” Tag

Inspiration Behind Jacob

10 Facts

10 More Facts

10 MORE Facts

Jacob’s Strained Relationship with his Father

Jacob’s Wand’s Origins

Jacob Reacts to Game!Jacob’s Idiocy

Back to School Challenge 2022

Falling Down the Rabbit Hole

Guess Who Jacob Was Dormmates With?

Why Jacob Calls Carewyn “Pip”

Jacob and Carewyn Pre-Hogwarts

Jacob Learns About Carewyn Getting Bullied

Jacob and Carewyn’s Close Bond

Jacob is Trapped in R’s Web

Why Jacob Doesn’t Like Bill Weasley

Jacob is an Idiot When It Comes to Feelings

How Jacob and Carewyn’s Relationship Has Evolved Over Time

Jacob, Carewyn, and Lane at Christmas

Dating Jacob Would Include...

Jacob’s Playlist

Jacob/Ashe Ship Playlist

Learn More About My Ship!

About Jacob’s Relationship with Ashe 

Jacob’s Friendship with Rosmerta

Ashe and Jacob Reunite 

Jacob Silvers is Jealous of Jacob Cromwell’s Hair @dat-silvers-girl​

Cromwell and Silvers = BFFs

Jacob Befriends the Hoppers @thatravenpuffwitch​

Jacob and Jack @samshogwarts​ ​

Jacob at the Battle of Hogwarts

Haunted Mansion AU (complete)

Lane Cromwell Masterlist

The “Ask Lane” Tag

Inspiration Behind Lane

10 Facts

The Four Cromwell Siblings

The Sound of Freedom

Lane Runs Away from Home

How Lane and Evan’s Relationship Fell Apart 

Lane and Evan’s Final Fight

Lane and Jacob React to Evan’s Departure

Evan Bach Post-Departure

The Cromwell Clan / R Masterlist

General Information about the Cromwell Clan

Lineage Challenge 2022

About Pearl Cromwell

About Claire and Blaise Cromwell

More About Blaise

About Charles Cromwell

Charles Cromwell (and R) Playlist

Charles’s Motivations

About the Wizard in White

Rakepick Playlist

Rakepick Saves Carewyn Again

Rakepick’s First DADA Class

Rakepick’s Inner Conflict

HPMA

Erik Apollo Masterlist

Erik’s Intro Post

Erik’s Intro Post (part 2)

Erik’s Moodboard

The “Ask Erik” Tag

10 Facts

10 More Facts

Professors Apollo and Schaefer (drawn by @cursebreakerfarrier)

Goddamn It, Erik, Stop Swearing Like a F**king Sailor

Erik’s “Sibling” Relationship with Eos Amari

May The Force Be With You! 

Roxy, Erik, and Alistair Watch Star Wars

Erik’s Apprentices @cursebreakerelmswood @department-shoe-stud​

Erik’s School Rival, Azariah Steele @cursebreakerfarrier​

Erik’s General Reaction to His Significant Other (drawn by @mira-shard) 

Roxy’s Patronus Changes (written by @mira-shard) 

Happy Birthday, Erik! 

A Shadow Over Erik’s Future

Anastasia “Ana” Read Masterlist

Ana’s Moodboard

Ana’s Intro Post and Model Sheet

10 Facts

10 More Facts

Ana Meets Her Stepfather Bradley Pinkstone 

Ana and Charlie Copper’s Love Story @drinkyoursoupbitch  

Ana and Charlie Exchange Letters

Ana/Charlie Ship Playlist

Bradley Steps Up 

Bradley’s Moodboard

Preston’s Moodboard

Jasper’s Moodboard

Farid Sikander Masterlist

Farid Moodboard

Farid’s Playlist and Intro Post

The “About Farid” Tag

Inspiration Behind Farid

Farid’s Usual Schedule

Farid’s Perspective on His “My Fair Lady” Situation

Farid’s Boggart

Farid as a Adult

HPHL

Jackson Knightly Masterlist

Jackson’s Profile and Moodboard

Jackson’s Playlist

Inspiration Behind Jackson

Dating Jackson Would Include...

The “About Jackson” Tag

Jackson Meets His BFF Adelia @thatravenpuffwitch

Jackson First Realizes How Attracted He is to His OTL Monty @cursebreakerfarrier​

Jackson is Helpless When It Comes to Monty

What Jackson Loves About Monty

Jackson’s a Poet And Yes, He Does Know It

Bartholomew “Bat” Varney / Robert Harker Masterlist

Bat’s Moodboard

Bat’s Intro Post

Inspiration Behind Bat

Bat’s Playlist

Dating Bat Would Include...

Bat’s Model Sheet

Bat Comments on Christmas!

Bat’s Perspective on His Lengthened Life

Bat Disney AU Moodboard

Les Mis AU Batticus Moodboard

Robert/Loretta Moodboard

Barty’s Moodboard

Cecelia’s Moodboard

Robert, Barty, and Cecelia Friendship Moodboard

Wait for It Animation

Harker, Crouch, and Varney

Bat Confronts Cecelia TW: Blood

I Know Those Eyes / This Man Is Dead Unfinished Animatic

Bat and Grim Meet @cursebreakerfarrier​

Bat “Adopts” Adelia @thatravenpuffwitch​

Bat Goes to Grim for Help

Grim Learns Bat’s Secret

A Daydream with Batticus

Bat Mourns His Daughter Irene TW: Grief

Bat Meets Adelia in Hogsmeade 

The Best Guard Dog Ever (Next to Teddy Ellison) 

Blood Pops

Aging Like a Fine Wine

Bat and Grim in the 1930′s

Dying Like a Hero TW: Murder, Major Character Death, Violence

The Reincarnation AU Tag

Rudolph “Ru” Ollivander Masterlist

Ru’s Intro Post and Moodboard

Ru’s Playlist

10 Facts

Ru’s True Form

Estrid Becomes Ru’s Keeper @thatravenpuffwitch​

Ru and Galen Chat About Estrid @cursebreakerfarrier

The Legacy Trio Moodboard by @cursebreakerfarrier

Galen and Ru Friendship Moodboard by @cursebreakerfarrier

Ru’s Photography (graphics by @kc-needs-coffee​)

Ru and Siobhan at Sunset by @kc-needs-coffee 

How Ru Confessed Their Feelings to Estrid

Ru/Estrid Ship Moodboard by @thatravenpuffwitch​

Ru/Estrid Ship Playlist

Ru Sticks by Estrid TW: Grief

Ru’s Death TW: Character Death, Funerals, Grief

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #hphl #hogwarts legacy #hpma #magic awakened #masterpost #FINALLY FINISHED! #whew adding all these links took FOREVER #ugh #but I figure for those of you who are newer to my blog this might make it easier to get to know each of my kiddos

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Baby - Spencer Reid x Reader

Request: Spencer’s daughter tries to tell him that she’s “not a baby anymore.” He doesn’t take it too well.

A/N: I’M FREAKING BACK, BABY! It has been so long and I’m so very sorry. Here is some tooth-rotting fluff for y’all because I love you. I actually wrote this for the lovely @thekatherinewinchester​ as a part of @imagining-in-the-margins fic swap, and it was SO fun to write. It also really helped me to have a deadline. I think I’m going to try to do that more often!

Please leave feedback if you have any! Lots and lots and LOTS of love, as always.

Category: FLUFF

Content Warning: None

Word Count: 1.7K

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The first time our daughter attempted to assert her independence, she had just turned 6 years old.

A morning routine with two young children was often chaotic, to say the least. However, the first day of school was always a special one. For some reason, something about this particular September morning made me extra grateful and reflective, even among the disarray. 

1 ½ year old Grayson sat in his highchair, babbling nonstop. Though he had only just started eating his applesauce, it completely covered his face and arms. Before I knew it, he was using his spoon to fling the food onto the floor. 

Was that an issue on the top of my priority list right now? Nope.

Ava sat at the kitchen table, swinging her legs and eating her cereal with the enthusiasm of an excited 1st grader. Her polka dot dress and matching headband were neatly and meticulously adjusted, revealing the hidden nerves within her initial excitement.

The small TV on the counter was tuned into the local news, though no one ever really listened. Even if anyone wanted to pay attention, Grayson’s babbling would probably drown it out anyway. It was mostly just background noise. But, selfishly, I liked to know the state the world was in before my husband left our home each morning to go make it better, safer. I liked to at least have some idea of what he was going to encounter, even if it meant certain days were filled with anxiety and worry. 

Dealing with the unease and stress was a small price to pay for the unceasing love and immeasurable happiness.

To be honest, I never imagined a world where I’d be simultaneously getting our children ready for the day and scrambling eggs for Spencer as he slept in after a long night of work. I never imagined his severe, draining job would let us have even a sliver of happy domesticity. But, as I scraped the last of the eggs onto his now-full plate, I reflected on how lucky the universe had deemed us. This shouldn’t be a reality, and yet, I couldn't imagine our life together any differently.

“Mama?” The voice of my sweet girl snapped me out of my reflective moment. 

“What is it, Ava?” I asked, momentarily pausing my motions. She turned around in her chair to face me, eagerness lighting up her small face.

“I’m really excited to go back to school.”

I couldn’t help but smile. She truly was her father’s daughter in every capacity.

“I’m so glad! You’re going to have an amazing day!”

Her bright, golden eyes sparkled, and she turned back to finish her cereal.

Spencer would definitely be up soon. There was no way he was going to miss the sendoff of his favorite girl on her first day of 1st grade.

There wasn’t a single doubt in my mind that Ava was going to blow all of her teachers away. I insisted on keeping her in kindergarten for her first year of school so she could make friends and get used to that type of social environment, but now that she was starting more difficult content, I knew all bets were off. She was absolutely going to skip grades, make breakthroughs, and undoubtedly change the world. 

But, thankfully, that was a conversation for another day, and one Spencer was undoubtedly going to have to help me through.

At that very moment, my sweet husband rushed into the kitchen, fastening his tie as he jogged. Even in his disheveled haste, the elation in his face and pep in his clumsy steps revealed that he was just as excited about this day as Ava, if not more.

Grayson babbled in the happiest tone he could muster at the sight of his daddy, and I couldn’t help but smile right along with him.

“Good morning, buddy!” Spencer smiled, crouching to meet Grayson’s eye level and pinch his chubby, applesauce covered cheek.

The tiny gesture took me back to a time when Spencer’s cares and worries were much different. Back then, he would never have thought to voluntarily reach for the grubby face of an infant, no matter how cute. But, six years and two kids later, this was a beautiful reminder of how much we had both changed, and how lucky we were to grow together and not apart. 

However, in true Spencer Reid fashion, as soon as he was done making silly faces at our son,  he padded over the sink to rid his hands of the sticky, grimy applesauce.

Everything may be different now, but some things never change. 

As I packed Ava’s lunch, I felt his eyes on me from behind. Before I knew it, he lightly turned me away from my task and wrapped his arms completely around me, leaning down to rest his head on my shoulder.

“Thank you.” He softly whispered.

Forgetting the rush of the morning for a moment, I let myself sink into the embrace. For though our lives plowed forward at seemingly a million miles an hour, moments like these kept me grounded, sane. 

“For what?” I asked.

“The extra sleep. The food. The babies. Everything.” 

The case they returned from last night must have been a nasty one. Spencer was a very affectionate person, but something about this profession felt heavier. 

Nevertheless, even after so many years, he still had the ability to make my heart skip a beat.

I pulled back from the hug to smile up at him, running my hands up his arms to get lost in his hair. His eyes reflected utter joy and gratitude, despite the fact that he had undoubtedly seen some horrifying things for the past few days. 

“I love you so much.” The words flew out before I could stop them. Of course, I meant them with my whole heart, the phrase just seemed so mundane compared to my ever-growing, aching love for him. 

The love in his eyes and sparkle in his smile told me he knew. He always knew.

He pressed a slow, firm kiss to my lips, hands coming to rest gently on my hips as we slowly swayed together. 

“I love you too.” He whispered, and before I could fully savor it, the restless world started turning again. 

Stealing moments with him would forever make my heart sing, but today needed to be about our sweet girl and nothing else. After all, according to her the first day of 1st grade marks the “beginning of the true educational journey.” Lord knows we couldn’t miss a second of that.

Spencer quickly walked over to the plate I had ready for him, setting it across from Ava at the table and kissing her head as he passed.

“Good morning, baby! Are you excited for your first day?”

Ava was silent. I felt the air in the room change as she put down her spoon and looked up at him, features completely serious. Somehow, I knew what was coming before she even opened her mouth, and Spencer was not going to like it.

“Daddy. I am not a baby.”

As expected, Spencer choked on the small piece of egg he had just attempted to swallow. In spite of the sad punch of the reality that my sweet girl was growing up, I nearly snorted, covering my mouth with my hand so as to not offend her.

Spencer looked absolutely dumbfounded.

“But, you are technically my baby-” He attempted to explain.

Ava was not having it. She took a deep breath, pushing her bowl of lucky charms aside so she could fold her hands in front of herself on the table. 

“The term ‘baby’ is applied to infants from birth to the age of 1, and then sometimes to toddlers from ages 1 to 4. I am 6 now, daddy, so technically I have already let you get away with it for an extra year.”

Oh, my girl. What a little firecracker she was. No one in the entire world besides her could silence Dr. Spencer Reid with one sentence.

Spencer sat there at a loss for words, fork still in hand, clearly trying to formulate a coherent sentence. 

“But…”

The school bus pulled up in front of our house with impeccable timing. 

“Ava honey, the bus is here!” I gladly interrupted, shoving the lunchbox into her backpack and zipping it up.

Her poor father. I had never seen his jaw drop for so long before. 

But, as always, there was no time to unpack in the current moment. That would have to be a later conversation. 

Ava excitedly got down from the table, running to put her dishes in the sink before grabbing her backpack and putting it on with complete elation. I lifted Grayson from the highchair, quickly wiping off his applesauce-covered face with the ratty old t-shirt of Spencer’s I was wearing. By that time, Spencer had slightly snapped out of his trance in order to help Ava put on her sparkly converse shoes and matching coat. 

The four of us were greeted by the autumn breeze as we stepped out onto the front porch. Spencer and I instinctively bent down to simultaneously kiss her cheeks, and she hugged our necks with the fervor of all the love in the world. She gave Grayson a small cheek kiss as well before turning away to start her new educational adventure.

“Have the best day, sweet girl!” I yelled after her as she sprinted down the driveway to the bus. She waved in reply. Though I couldn't have been prouder of her, I couldn’t help but notice the new missing piece of my heart that seemingly got on the school bus with her. 

It was at that moment that I realized Spencer hadn’t said a single word since his baby proclaimed otherwise. He still looked like he had seen a ghost.

“You alright there, old man?” I playfully nudged him with my shoulder, bouncing Grayson on my hip. 

“But she… she is my baby…”

I smiled, knowingly, trying to hide the small pain that struck my heart at the thought of Ava growing up. There were no words I could say that would calm his racing heart in the moment. So, I held our smallest baby a little bit tighter and leaned up to lightly brush my lips against Spencer’s.

“I know. Me too.”

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[glamrockmonarch]

Honeypie: Rufus Taylor Fluff

From the Miscellaneous Masterlist, following Keep Me.

Requested: YES.

Pairing: Rufus Taylor x Fem!Reader.

Type: SFW, Fluff.

Summary: Following “Keep Me” Y/N and Rufus have a newborn baby to bring home and care for.

Warnings: None.

A/N: I could not resist writing this one since Anon asked about it. Also, I've had the toughest week in a while... so many life changes in so little time (I will not talk about it tho) and this piece might not be what people were expecting. I hope it is still enjoyable as I pushed myself to stay true to my word and have something to post today.

Y/N and Rufus are learning the hard way, but the most difficult and perhaps important lesson of them all for any parent out there is the first one they learned. On a Sunday night, merely five days away from their due date, Y/N started feeling “odd”. With a large belly, heavy with their baby, she tried to sleep while Rufus reassured her that it was fine.

“It’s fine. It will be fine!” He had said in an increasingly pitchier and pitchier tone before leaving her alone in their room so she could lay down on her side and try to catch some shuteye, which had been so elusive those past few weeks when their baby grew larger and more active. A kind reminder that her chaotic boyfriend was the father and now there was going to be a Mini-Rufus raising hell in their home.

Babies do not know of time, nor do they care. They are babies! And theirs was no special genius thoughtful baby. Rufus figured this out the moment Y/N began rubbing her belly that evening while they were watching tv. And he was nervous about it.

Like most things, it turned out to be okay. He called his mother first, trying his best to stay both calm and quiet. The rest of the night was a stressful journey. Getting Y/N to the hospital after her water broke and then waiting. The waiting was so much worse than either of them thought it would be. Among the machines and the weight of that uncomfortable state right before delivering a baby, Y/N almost swore to her boyfriend she was not having any more children. Almost.

The birth was not easy on Rufus; he glimpsed between Y/N’s legs and went pale in the face at the sight of a head coming out of her body. Certainly not a clean one, covered in blood his baby would be coming into the world. “Here’s the head!” One of the midwives announced, at which Rufus looked back at his girlfriend, desperate to know she was alright as the miracle of life wrecked her body. He would have an interesting conversation with his mother someday if he did not repress the memory of his beloved pushing a full baby out of her very own vagina.

Everything that they went through made sense at exactly 11:52 pm when Y/N held their baby girl for the first time, small and delicate she held on to Rufus’ finger with a pale hand soft and fragile. Ivy Jayne Taylor (as they named her) was perfect, which had the couple crying with happiness. Their baby, still swollen and somewhat funny coloured, laid between their arms at last. She had not been what people may call “planned”, but she would not be lacking any love because she had been “wanted” since the moment Y/N knew the news. Ivy Jayne Taylor’s parents had made her from their own love for each other, a love that had been born from a small seed of friendship and grew with time. A love that rooted itself healthy, strong and steady in both hearts like a tree. And she was now a new seed of love in those two hearts.

A day later, with the thumbs up from the doctor they were able to go home and arrived back to a quiet crowd waiting to meet Ivy Jayne. A mixture of Taylor’s and Y/L/N’s revolved around Y/N to watch baby Ivy as she slept in her mother’s arms.

“Ow, she is so pretty!” Lola whispered over the new mum’s shoulder.

“Oh yes…” Debbie spoke softly, touching the baby’s head with cautious fingers. “She’s got those Taylor genes, doesn’t she?” She smiled.

Indeed, the baby had a full hair of pale yellow hair already covering her head.

“Rufus, you did good!” Lilly squeezed his arm as he came back.

With the bags already upstairs he gave his sisters a tired side smile and walked up to his girlfriend and daughter. “You want me to take her?”

Shaking her head, Y/N was unable to look away from the petit features of her baby girl.

“You should rest too,” her mother said, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Do it while she’s asleep, trust me you’ll need it.”

Everyone in the kitchen who had a child stirred a laugh or nodded.

“I don’t know, it feels weird…” Y/N admitted, her Y/E/C eyes turned to Rufus, “I don’t want to leave her anywhere.”

“We’re home,” Rufus reasoned. “it’s okay.”

Hesitantly, Y/N put Ivy on Rufus’ arms and watched him coo at her when she moved. Their baby looked even smaller in his embrace but the sight comforted her as he was joined by Felix, the two with a similar smile adorning their faces.

The blond drummer took their baby upstairs and she sat by the kitchen bar to chat with her relatives. Her mother had brought groceries and filled their fridge “enough for a week or so” she said.

The visit was not very long, everybody was aware that Y/N would probably want to rest even if she was smiling and listening to the conversations.

Rufus was only somewhat less exhausted, although the dark circles under his eyes stood testimony to the quality of sleep at the hospital the previous night when he could not leave his daughter’s side.

Not five minutes after the couple was left alone for the first time at home with their little baby did she start crying.

Ivy was a tall baby, still delicate and still small. She had proved how tough she was when she had her ears pierced at the hospital, the nurse thought she was going to go mad with anger and pain but the little blonde baby pushed her gloved hand away and gave a lazy moan. Now… babies are usually a lot less easygoing when they are taken home.

“What could she want?” Y/N turned to Rufus with their baby in her arms.

“Is she hungry?”

They tried to feed her, but Ivy was uninterested in mama’s breast.

“...maybe a clean diaper?” Rufus offered again, his astonishing unprofessional opinion, but that got them nowhere still.

Even worse, their baby’s loud wailing was getting louder with desperation.

“Rufus,” Y/N was frustrated but she managed to stay calm. “Hold her for a sec, okay?”

She decided to call her mother and ask for advice. Of course, when she left the room and found her phone in the kitchen with a bit of good advice from mum to go back upstairs to the nursery she found Rufus pacing with a silent and quite pleased looking Ivy pressed against his chest.

“Wha-” She stood in the doorway and smiled at Rufus. “How?”

He turned to her, grinning. “Figured maybe she is just like you,” he explained, “so all she wanted was to be held.”

Y/N sighed and looked away feigning annoyance, “that’s not all I want…”

“I know, you also like f-u-c…”

“I get it,” she interrupted with a straight face.

Rufus put his hand out and signalled for the new mum to come to him. She complied, going to him and wrapping her arm gently over their baby girl as the other went around Rufus’ waist. Rufus held her to his side and kissed the top of her head.

“You’ve just taken all the bragging rights available in this relationship, I will never make anything as perfect.”

Y/N followed his gaze and squeezed him in her embrace once she realised he was watching their daughter with adoring eyes. So he was going to be that kind of dad.

“Couldn’t’ve done it without you Ru.”

...

#rufus taylor #rufus taylor x reader #fem!reader #reader insert #x reader #rufus taylor fluff #honeypie

[suituuup]

crushing it

A day in the life of Bechloe with triplets and a seven-year-old. For the lovely @snowonebutyou as a birthday gift <3

rated: G

word cout: 1,600

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Mornings in the Beale-Mitchell household are often chaotic. 

(who is Beca kidding. Always. Always chaotic.) 

When Abigail turned three, Chloe and Beca decided they wanted to have another baby. 

To their utter shock, it wasn’t one heartbeat that showed up on the ultrasound, but three. 

Three babies. Triplets. 

Following a few hours of panic (mostly on Beca’s end, because she would be the one birthing them), Chloe reminded Beca that they were the best team, and that they would, in Amy’s words, crush it. 

Fast forward four and a half years, Beca does believe they’re crushing it, even if it’s hectic from waking-up to drop-off and from pick-up to bedtime. 

Honestly, though? Beca wouldn’t change it for the world. 

“Mama, I’m lost!”

Beca glances over her shoulder to find Jacob struggling to put on her sweater as his head is stuck in the sleeve. 

She chuckles, abandoning Jamie for a second to crawl on all-fours over to her other son. “Hold on, baby.” She pulls on the sleeve and twists the sweater, Jacob’s head popping through in the right hole this time. “There you are. Now put your pants on, quick! We don’t wanna be late for school.” 

“Mamaaaaa!” Eleanor, the youngest of the tribe and by far the most mischievous one, zooms into the room from the bathroom. “My teeth are all brushed!”

Beca manages to bite back the f-word when she realizes Ellie also smeared toothpaste all over her top. She doesn’t want to stomp on her daughter’s pride by scolding her for being messy when she accomplished a task all by herself, and takes a deep, centering breath. 

“Good job. We might wanna change your top, though.” She pushes to her feet, rummaging through the dresser top drawer for something clean. “Here you go.” 

“That’s Jamie’s!” Eleanor cries, pouting. “It’s got a dinosaur on it, Mama!” 

“Yeah well lucky you, because dinosaurs are really cool.” 

That seems acceptable for Ellie, who accepts to switch without further argument. 

“Alright, let’s brush our teeths boys and go downstairs!” 

While one of them gets the triplets ready for school, the other puts their lunch boxes together and cleans up breakfast. 

“All good?” Chloe asks when they round the corner to the kitchen a few minutes later. 

Beca huffs, making a bee-line for the counter to take a much-needed sip from her coffee. Great, it’s cold. She grimaces and sets the mug down. “Ugh.” 

“I poured fresh one in your travel mug,” Chloe lets her know with a soft wink as she gives each triplet their backpack containing their lunches.  

Beca groans, snagging it. “I love you.” 

“Love you, too.” Chloe pecks Beca’s lips before calling upstairs, “Abigail, time to go!” 

“Alright monsters, shoes.” Beca ushers the triplets to the entryway where their shoes are stored. 

“I do it, Mama,” Jamie says, because they’ve obviously got time to practice shoe lacing this morning. 

Summoning the patience she definitely didn’t have before becoming a mom, Beca smiles, observing. She’s gotta admit, Jamie sticking his tongue out in concentration is adorable. “Cross, loop, loop and tie. Good job!” 

She high fives him, then grabs their three coats, handing them over. Their oldest appears and quickly puts her shoes on, standing on the tip of her toes to unhook her coat herself. 

“Alright, let’s roll, fam!” Once Chloe’s kissed each child goodbye, they step out of the house and pile into the van (yep, they’ve got a van now) with only two minutes behind schedule. 

“Mama play the song!” Eleanor requests once Beca’s pulled out of their driveway. 

Their children have impeccable taste in music, much to Beca’s pride. Ellie’s been obsessed with Lizzo’s Truth Hurts lately though, which… does include a few bad words and which landed Beca and Chloe a meeting with her Kindergarten teacher after Ellie apparently belted out “Turns out I’m a hundred percent that bitch” during recess. 

Later that day, Beca explained to their four-year-old daughter that the word bitch shouldn’t be said in public, even through song. 

They make it to school on time, Beca pulling up in the drop off section and watching her kids step out. “See you tonight guys, love you!” 

She enjoys the ten minutes of relative quiet over the drive to the office, contentedly sipping at her coffee as she hums along to the radio. After parking in her spot in front of the studio, she checks her phone to find a message from her wife. She chuckles, her cheeks warming up as she reads Chloe’s words. 

My love

Didn’t have time to tell you, but you’re rocking that work suit 🥵

Beca

Oh yeah? 

My love

Any chance you can stop by the clinic for lunch and… entertain me? 

Beca

Jesus, woman. 

I would, but today’s packed with meetings. 

I’ll make it up to you once the kids are asleep 😉

My love

Fine, I guess I’ll settle for that, then. Have a good day. Love you!

Smiling to herself, Beca replies with the same sentiment. 

Her work day is busy with meetings left and right and finishing up a project to meet the deadline, and Beca’s brain has turned to mush by the time she steps through the threshold of their home at the end of the day, a bit later than usual. 

Jacob, the most affectionate of their four kids greets her with a much-needed hug when she rounds the living room corner. Beca closes her eyes and inhales his shampoo, his hair still slightly damp from bath time. 

Bless her wife for handling the pre-dinner routine all by herself. 

“Thank you baby. Mama really needed that.” She lets him go, walking over to where Ellie and Jamie are playing on the floor and kissing each forehead. “Hey munchkins.” 

Abigail is coloring at the table while Chloe stirs something at the stove when Beca ventures into the kitchen next. She cards her fingers through her daughter’s red hair. “Hey baby. Whatcha drawing?” 

“Flowers,” the seven-year-old replies as she reaches for a different crayon. 

“Very pretty,” Beca says, bending down to kiss her head as well. She steps up to Chloe, wrapping her arms around her waist from behind. “Hey you.” 

Chloe leans back against her briefly. “Hi. Busy day?” 

“So busy. Thanks for handling everything by yourself, babe.” She brushes a kiss to Chloe’s cheek, squeezing her waist as she steps away. “Can I do anything to help?” 

“It’s almost ready so just get the kids to wash up?” 

Dinner is mostly entertained by their kids talking about the activities they did at school. Following a bit of playtime, both she and Chloe head upstairs to put them to bed. Abigail handles herself now, but she does still like for one of her moms to read her a story. 

“Mama?” She asks as soon as Beca closes the book to set it back on the shelf. 

“Yeah baby?” 

“What’s it like to be in love?” 

Beca blinks in shock, far from expecting that question from her seven-year-old. She supposes it’s better than the where do babies come from? bomb, but still. 

“Um, well…” she clears her throat, shifting so that she’s facing Abigail as opposed to sitting beside her. She thinks about her wife, and tries to put how she feels in clear words. “Basically, it’s… thinking about that person all the time, and feeling safe and really happy and… at home whenever you’re around them.”

“And you wanna kiss?” 

Beca purses her lips for a moment. “Um, sure. You may want to kiss them if you’re in love with them.” 

Abigail seems to mull that over for a little while. “Benjamin kissed me today, does that mean he’s in love with me?” 

Jesus Christ. Beca really wishes Chloe was here right now to handle this conversation. 

“No, not necessarily,” she says once she’s gathered her bearings. “People kiss other people without being in love. It might just be… an attraction, like, thinking someone is pretty.” 

Abigail grins. “I think he’s handsome.” 

Watching her seven-year-old daughter swoon over some boy is very unsettling and something Beca was definitely not ready for for another ten years at least. 

“So you wanted him to kiss you, then?” Beca asks tentatively to make sure that boy didn’t force Abigail to kiss him. 

Abigail nods. “It was cool.” 

Cool. Cool. Cool?! 

Beca sucks in a breath, mustering a smile. “Okay, as long as you agreed to it, that’s fine. You know that if a boy or a girl wants to kiss or hug you and you don’t want to, it’s okay to say no, right?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Good.” She bends down to kiss Abigail’s forehead. “Anything else before I go?” 

“Nope. Night, Mama.” 

“Goodnight, baby.” 

She tucks the covers up to Abigail’s chin and hits the main light on her way out, her brain reeling as she heads back downstairs. She finds Chloe folding a load of laundry on the couch with the TV on low, and lowers herself beside her. 

“What’s wrong?” She asks immediately, frowning at Beca’s expression. 

Beca clears her throat. “Our daughter is apparently… kissing boys.” 

“Which one?” 

“Abigail,” Beca hisses, shocked that Chloe would think that Ellie is old enough to be kissing anyone. 

Chloe simply smiles, picking up a pair of toddler jeans from the basket and folding them. “She’s seven, it’s pretty normal for her to explore those things.” 

Beca squints. “How old were you?” 

“About that age, I think. It was just a tiny peck.” She tosses the jeans on the folded pile and picks up another item. “My first real kiss was at thirteen.” 

“Who was it?” 

Chloe laughs, cocking an eyebrow. “What is this, an interrogatory?” 

“No, I’m just curious, I guess.” She shrugs, grabbing a towel from the basket to fold it. 

“His name was Jeremy. Too much tongue. Did not kiss him again.” 

“Ew. What is it with dudes and tongue?”

Chloe giggles. “Beats me.” She eyes her wife. “Who was yours?” 

“My neighbor Trevor. I was fifteen.” Beca closes her eyes and shudders exaggeratedly. “If I could erase it from my memory I would.” 

“Good thing you’re married to an excellent kisser to make up for the trauma, huh?” Chloe smirks and waggles her eyebrows, pulling a chuckle from Beca. 

“Dude, not to boost your ego even more or anything, but that first kiss sent me into another dimension. I just about forgot my own name.” 

“Aww. You were still a useless baby gay back then. Discovering the power of women.” 

“Shut up,” Beca mutters, shoving her wife as she flushes. She eyes the basket and groans. “How do we have so much laundry?” 

“Four kids, babe.” 

Beca sighs, then glances at Chloe, a smirk curving her lips. “Wanna leave it for tomorrow and make out?” 

Chloe’s on top of her before she can register it, muffling her squeak of laughter with a heated kiss. 

#bechloe #bechloe fic #beca mitchell #chloe beale

[theladyofdeath]

The Ranch {18}

An A Court of Thorns and Roses, Nesta x Cassian, Modern AU, fanfiction.

Collaboration: @snelbz​ x @tacmc​

Summary: Nesta had spent years in Paris, living her dream and drowning in riches as a gourmet chef, capturing the hearts of the city and its people. But, after her father passes away unexpectedly and leaves his cozy, countryside B&B to his oldest daughter, Nesta is moving back home to the tiny town of Velaris, where the ranch, her sisters, and her father’s unfulfilled dream, awaits.

Sidenote: Being posted between two blogs, it is too chaotic to keep up with a tags list, so all chapters will be tagged with “#TheRanchNessian” & “#SharaCollab”.

The Ranch Masterlist

Nesta was overwhelmed by all the love, and the shower hadn’t even started yet. Elain had put her planning skills to use, once again. The B&B’s living room was covered in streamers and banners and delicate pink and gold decor. A table was set up, full of snacks and desserts, and Cassian and the other men had been ordered to stay away.

Which meant that they were out back, drinking.

Every time Nesta asked if she could do something to help or even tried to get out of her seat, she was ordered to sit back down, put her feet up and relax.

She was doing just that when Viviane and Mor flopped down on the couch to her left.

“So,” Mor asked, sipping her mimosa through a pink-and-white striped straw. “Do we have any names picked out yet?”

Nesta looked at the mimosa longingly, but she blinked, coming back to the conversation and smiled. “We have a few, but we haven’t decided yet.” She rubbed her hand over her belly, gazing fondly at it, at the perfect, little girl growing inside her.

“And?” Viv asked, just as sweet as she was the day Nesta had met her. “What are they?”

She blushed, thinking of what Cassian had told her while they’d laid in bed last night.

Everyone is going to want to see and know every little thing about her as soon as she’s here, he’d said, his finger drawing long lines up and down her spine. Let’s keep them to ourselves for now.

“It’s a secret,” Nesta said, and when Mor groaned at the given answer, Nesta only smiled.

“She won’t even tell us, so don’t feel too bed,” Feyre said, sitting on Nesta’s other side. “Your fiancé is drunk by the way.”

“Already?” Nesta asked, gazing out the back window with narrowed eyes. He was laying in the green, lush grass in the back yard with a bottle to his lips while Rhysand and Azriel threw a football over him, back and forth. 

Feyre chuckled and held up a mini cupcake. “Here, snuck one when Elain wasn’t looking.”

“I’ve never loved you so much,” Nesta muttered, popping the cupcake into her mouth in one bite. They were ordered to keep hands off the food until all guests arrived.

Nesta glanced up at the grand clock as she chewed.

They still had twenty more minutes before it truly began.

Elain had invited anyone Nesta had ever been close to and she was surprised when she’d told her there had been over thirty confirmed yes RSVP’s. And as the pile of gifts in the corner, Nesta’s heart became more and more full.

The back door opened and they heard, “Uh, Nes… can you come here for a second?”

Nesta and Elain’s eyes locked as her boyfriend’s tense voice floated to them. All three sisters made their way out into the backyard. Azriel was the only one there, although the football had been left behind, as well as Rhys and Cassian’s shirts.

Feyre began, “Where are-.”

“On the way down do the roping pen,” Azriel interrupted. “Because the two of them started talking about the old days and they’re drunk and now they're going to try and rope the herd.”

“We left you out here to stop them from making stupid decisions,” Feyre groaned.

He threw his hands in the air. “There’s two of them, one of me, and they’re both drinking. And then they took their shirts off and at that point, it was out of my hands.”

“One of them is going to get hurt.” Nesta began to rub small circles into her belly. She’d begun to do so when she was stressed out, trying to make sure her sweet girl knew everything was okay. She knew when she was freaking out, she flooded her with the hormones as well.

Elain smiled sweetly, kissed Azriel’s cheek and said, “I’ll handle it, you two go back inside.” She hurried her sisters back inside and they watched from the window as she began walking in the direction of the round pen.

Nesta said, “What is she-?”

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to,” Azriel mumbled, grabbing a handful of trail mix, overloaded with pink and white m&m’s. “She’s persuasive when she wants to be and terrifying when she needs to be.”

Feyre blinked. “You may want to keep that in mind while you eat the food she ordered no one to touch.” 

Azriel hesitated before popping the handful into his mouth. “If you say anything,” he began, mouth full, “I will destroy you.”

Nesta snorted as Azriel walked to the front porch and sat in a rocking chair while guests continued to arrive. WIth a shake of her head, Nesta was looking back out of the back window, where Elain had disappeared to. A moment later, she returned with her chin held high, Cassian and Rhysand trailing behind, looking like two children that were being dragged to timeout.

Nesta was pulled into conversation after conversation after that. They pretty much were all the same.

Yes, they were so excited for her to be here.

No, they weren’t announcing her name yet.

Yes, she'd be having an epidural.

“Some people have no boundaries,” Viviane muttered, saving Nesta from a conversation where she’d been asked if she and Cassian still had an “aggressive sex life”.

Nesta was still laughing from the look on the woman’s face when she informed her she’d have to wait to find out if he’d gotten her throat pregnant the night before.

“You know she goes to the local church, right?” Feyre asked, nibbling on the brownies Nesta had baked when she couldn’t sleep this morning.

Nesta shrugged. “Then she shouldn’t have been asking such intrusive questions.”

An hour passed and guests were beginning to leave. Nesta found herself exhausted as she fell back into the couch with a plate of mini cupcakes. The back door swung open and Cassian stumbled inside, still shirtless, grinning at an older woman with a wink - the same woman that Nesta appalled with her sex life details. She looked him over, once, shook her head and walked away. 

“Hi, baby mama,” Cassian said, a slight slur to his words as he leaned over the back of the couch and put his sweaty arms around her.

“Hi,” she said, taking a bite of her cupcake. “You stink.” 

He muttered a reply as he pressed his lips to the side of her neck. “Did we get a lot of cute shit?”

Nesta pointed to the long table on the other side of the room, where the opened gifts sat - diapers, clothes, headbands, shoes, socks, bibs, blankets, and the list went on and on and on. She had received both things that were necessary and things that were not, and although she was incredibly grateful, she had no idea where the hell it would all go.

Cassian whistled as he observed the gifts. “That’s a lot of cute shit.”

“Yeah,” Nesta said, quietly, picking up another cupcake.

Cassian blinked, then frowned as he looked at Nesta and caught her expression. “What’s wrong?”

Her lip began to wobble.

“What? No, no no,” he began, coming around the couch and kneeling before her, He took the plate off her lap and took her hands in his. “Don’t cry. Why are you crying? It’s a happy day.”

“Where are we going to put all of this stuff, Cass?” she asked, quietly. “We have enough shit to fill two nurseries, and we don’t even have one.”

The look on his face told her that she wasn’t the only one who’d been thinking about that. They had discussed building a new home, like Cassian had wanted, but knew that ultimately, they’d always end up back in the ranch house, so it would be a colossal waste of both time and money. They’d discussed adding onto the cabin or her little house by the river, but again, they knew where they’d end up.

Cassian had found her standing in the doorway of her old bedroom when it was unoccupied by guests, on more than one occasion. He knew what the best resolution was for both of them, but knew neither of them wanted to admit it.

He cupped her face in his hands, using his thumbs to brush away the few tears that had slipped over. “I think we need to sit down and have a talk with your sisters soon.”

She nodded, the tears starting a new, knowing exactly what conversation he meant.

He sat next to her on the couch and wrapped an arm around her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “It’s okay, sweetheart.”

She sniffled again and said, “Seriously, you stink.” He chuckled, but didn’t have a chance to reply before Elain’s frantic voice filled the nearly empty house.

“Why is she crying?” She asked, coming into the living room, eyes narrowing on Cassian. “What did you do?”

He shrugged. “Knocked her up?”

Rhys shoved a mini cupcake in his mouth and said, “Well, you’re not wrong.”

Feyre nudged him in the side with her elbow and Nesta chuckled, wiping at her eyes. “I’m fine.”

Elain’s eyes narrowed further. “You’re lying.”

Yes, she was, but she wasn’t about to have this conversation while there were still guests in the house. To save her from lying, once more, Cassian sighed, loudly and dramatically. “Well, if you’re all staying around for a while, I guess I should run into town and get more shit for dinner. I’m drunk, so one of you has to drive me.”

“Might wanna put a shirt on first,” Elain muttered, still uneasy.

“I’ll drive you,” Azriel said, but Cass shook his head.

“I think Feyre needs to come with me.”

Rhys had popped another cupcake into his mouth, so he mumbled, “What? Why?”

“Hush, and stop talking with your mouth open.” Feyre leaned down and kissed his cheek. “That’s fine, Cass. But you’re changing first, you really do stink. Let’s stop at the cabin.”

He so badly wanted to protest, but didn’t. Instead, he followed Feyre down to his cabin, who was eyeing him suspiciously for the entire walk.

“At what point during this outing are you going to tell me why it had to be me to accompany you?” Feyre asked, when they reached the cabin’s porch.

“Can I not simply enjoy your company?” Cassian asked, one brow arched.

“You can, but I also know you better than that,” Feyre said, amused.

He chuckled. “That’s fair. I’ll tell you when we leave. I just...need a second perspective on some things.”

Her expression didn’t ease as she looked at him though, it got more worried.

Cassian hustled up the stairs and went in to quickly wash down and change, while Feyre stayed out on the porch. It was brisk outside, the middle of October and the crisp fall day was beautiful.

Feyre leaned against the porch rail, looking out into the woods behind the cabin. She’d grown up, running through these woods, and she loved everything about it. She had painted every scene you could see on this land. When she was-.

Something caught her eye, and Feyre stared into the wooded area, trying to discern exactly what she was seeing. Or who.

The door of the cabin opened and Cass said, “Alright, much better. Want to smell?”

He lifted up his arm and Feyre rolled her eyes, pushing him away. “Shut up, let’s go.”

She decided that what she’d seen in the woods was just a shadow of a tree, as the sun was beginning to go down, and not a figure in the distance.

Cassian and Feyre walked to the truck where he, like the gentleman he was, opened the passenger door for Feyre before helping himself behind the wheel.

“So?” She said, as he pulled onto the road.

Cassian hesitated, then went with, “I want to give your sister the world.”

Feyre blinked. “I know. You are, surprisingly, very sweet to her. Go on.”

Cassian rolled his eyes but continued, “We don’t have enough room, Feyre, for a baby. Even then, it’s too much, you know? A ranch, a B&B, a newborn? Fuck, one of those is enough, but juggling all three?”

Feyre watched him, then turned her eyes toward the road as she said, “I know you, Cass, so stop dancing around the subject and spit it out.”

“Nesta doesn’t want to reopen the bed and breakfast when she’s done with maternity leave.”

The words hung between them. Feyre didn’t say anything, which almost terrified Cass more.

They pulled into the parking lot of the diner and he put it in park, turning to look at her. “Say something, anything, please.”

She gnawed on her lip. “I’m trying to decide what to say.”

“Are you mad or are you surprised?” He asked.

“I’m...in shock,” she said.

He nodded, slowly. “Why?”

Feyre laughed, breathlessly. “At first, I was surprised that she wanted to open the B&B to begin with. Then, she put so much work into it, put her whole heart into it...it hasn’t even been a year, and y’all want to close it?”

Cassian sighed. “It’s not that we want to, but it’s more of a necessity. Nesta has been scared to close it down...but, I think it’s for the best. We need the main house, and we make enough money on the ranch without it. We have no room for the baby, Feyre, no time. And...I don’t know. Raising the baby in the main house? She’ll have her own room, Nesta will have her own kitchen….It makes more sense. Right?” He added the question at the end, hoping for Feyre’s approval, but unsure of what she’d say.

She didn’t say anything, she just sat there, tapping her foot.

“I’m gonna go get the food, I’ll be right back, just…” Cassian sighed and ran his hand through his hair. “I just want to do what’s best for my family.”

He got out of the truck and headed inside and Feyre was…floored.

After Nesta had sacrificed so much, after she’d given up everything she’d ever known, she was already willing to quit. She had sold her restaurants, her life’s work, all to come back to Velaris and reopen the B&B. And just like that, she was done?

The more Feyre thought it over, the more angry she was getting and by the time Cassian was carrying the food to the truck, Feyre wasn’t even sure what she wanted to speak to him.

The drive back home was silent, she stared out the window, and Feyre was trying to calm her breathing before they returned home. She’d slapped Nesta on her first day here. She was pregnant, but if she was going to destroy their father’s dream-.

Feyre closed her eyes and sighed.

Their father’s dream.

Not Nesta’s.

Nesta’s dreams were back in Paris, London, Rome. And she’d left them.

To come back home.

She leaned her head back, letting it fall against the headrest, and a single tear rolled down her cheek.

Cassian noticed it, too.They were close to pulling into the driveway, but not quite. Cassian finally broke the silence by saying, “You know it breaks my heart, don’t you? I know how much work Nesta has put into this, Feyre, and your dad was a good friend.” He had been, Feyre knew. Cassian was one of her father’s favorite people in the end. “I wanted him to succeed. I wanted them both to succeed, and this decision isn’t easy, but we’re having a baby, Feyre. A fucking kid. It’s not just about me, and it’s not just about Nes...it’s not about either of us, it’s all about this baby, and I…”

His words trailed off, and he was still staring at the road as he ran his hand down his face in frustration. Feyre pretended not to notice how his eyes welled up with tears.

“I’m so fucking scared, Feyre. That I’ll fuck up somehow.” His voice broke. “I didn’t have a father, I don’t know how to be a father. I’ll mess this kid up or I’ll do something and she’ll get sick of me.”

There was Tomas again, always in the back of his mind. Even if they hadn’t seen him in weeks, he still haunted nearly every thought.

“If Nesta wants to give up the B&B, I’m going to support her in that.” His jaw was set and Feyre knew it wasn’t for a fight. “I just… I have to do what’s best for my family.”

She noticed the change from his earlier statement, saw the determination and devotion in his eyes. Feyre never been so thankful that her big sister had found someone so absolutely devoted to her than she was in that moment.

After a deep breath, Feyre reached across the center console and took her friend’s hand in hers. “We will support you, too, in whatever you decide to do, whatever you feel you need to do. And you’re going to be a good husband, and a good father. I know it.”

Cassian didn’t look in her direction and he took his hand off the wheel for a split second to wipe at his face as he nodded, shortly. 

“Nesta’s stressed,” he said, at last. “I don’t know how to help her. Nesta was a pain in the ass to begin with, but pregnant Nesta? I feel helpless.”

Feyre chuckled and patted his hand before wiping away her tears. “You’re doing better than you think you are, Cass. That woman loves you. I have never seen her love anyone, anything, the way she loves you.”

Cassian did though. He knew one thing that Nesta loved as much as him, as much as her sisters, as much as their unborn baby.

And he knew what they could do.

When they pulled up to the house, all cars except those belonging to their family were gone. As they made their way up the stairs, they could hear the laughter of their families inside.

“This,” he breathed, stopping.. “This is what I want to come home to after a long day. My family, laughing, living, just being together. Not- not strangers in my living room.”

Feyre’s eyes softened. “I know, Cass. I get it.”

He nodded, and took a deep breath before pushing open the front door and holding up the bags of food. “Let’s eat!”

He was met with a round of hollers, all but from Nesta, who was watching him, wistfully. She knew him too well. Knew that something had happened, something had been talked about in their absence. 

He gave her a gentle smile before making his way to the kitchen and unloading the to-go boxes for everyone to choose from. 

He set out plates and napkins, and everyone came through and loaded up their plates, Nesta being last.

She met Cassian’s stare and said, “You talked to her about it, didn’t you?”

“I-.” He looked to the living room where Feyre was laughing at something Azriel had said. “How did you know?”

Nesta rolled her eyes. “What did she say?”

He was quiet for a minute and while he made plates for them, and as he opened his mouth to say something, Rhys hollered, “You guys know you can’t make another baby until Nesta pops that one out, right?”

Cass chuckled and kissed Nesta’s forehead. “Come on. We’ll talk later. Let’s go spend time with our family.”

A few hours later, the six of them ended up around a bonfire, and Cassian cleared his throat. “There’s something Nes and I want to talk to you guys about.”

Feyre didn’t look surprised. She simply folded her hands in her lap and waited, along with the others. Nesta was staring at her hands.

Cassian took a long, slow drink from his bottle before meeting Nesta’s gaze. She nodded, slowly, and after a breath, Cassian said, “Nesta and I are going to discontinue the B&B.”

Elain, Azriel, and Rhysand stared at him, open-mouthed, but Feyre just nodded, slowly.

“And before anyone says anything, yes, we have thought about it,” Cassian continued. “We need room for the baby, and we need privacy… We realize the B&B was Isaac’s dream, and we’re glad we were able to make it successful, but as we’re starting a family...we just need to do this. So, we’re going to shut down the B&B and continue the ranch...and, Nesta’s going to open her own restaurant.”

The circle went silent.

Nesta, included. 

In fact, she was the first to say, “What?”

He nodded. “It’s your passion, sweetheart. I get to do what I love every single day. I get to live my passion.” He took her face in his hands. “You left your passion behind in your restaurants, in your food. You can keep doing that though. You can do what you love.”

“Where?” She asked, tears already spilling over. “The house?”

“If you want, some nights,” he said. “Or we can find you a place. Or I’ll build you one, on the property, I don’t care.”

Nesta was floored. “I- Are you- Really?”

He almost looked taken about. “Of course, really.” He didn’t care that the others were around, that they were watching, listening. “You’re giving me a baby, Nes. A family. And I just want you to be happy, and I will do everything in my power to make sure that you’re happy.”

He wiped at the tears falling down her cheeks, knowing full well they were happy tears, not tears of sadness. 

“Cass,” she breathed, shaking her head slowly.

“If we close the B&B, tell me what you want and I’ll make it happen,” he whispered. “Tell me what you want, and it’s yours.”

She nodded, unable to form the words needed to express to him her love, her gratitude, her thanks.

But he didn’t need any of those. He could see the truth in her eyes, the amazement and the devotion there. So he kissed her, knowing that they were on the right path to their future. 

___

It was getting late. They had all piled into the little house outback once the bonfire began to fade away. Then, Rhysand and Feyre took off, leaving Elain and Azriel snuggling together on the couch. A movie had been playing, and the couple were soon sleeping soundly.

Nesta and Cassian crept into the bedroom,  Beau just behind.

Nesta crashed into the bed, her eyes dropping. It had been a long day and she was so over it.

“You look like you need a massage,” Cassian said, kicking off his boots and slipping his shirt over his head.

“A massage, a drink,” she muttered. “The list is long.”

“I can’t exactly condone the latter,” he said, laying down behind her, one hand covering her stomach, as it did every night, and pressing a kiss to the back of her neck. “But I can help with the former for sure.”

He let his other hand knit into her hair and scratched at her scalp. Nesta’s head lulled back, giving him better access to her neck and he kissed the delicate column of her throat before he whispered, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” she breathed.

“I’m drunk,” he muttered.

Nesta snorted. “You’ve been drunk since three.”

“Not true,” he said, trailing his kisses across her shoulder. 

“So true,” she protested, but didn’t push him away, only closed her eyes as he slipped the strap of her tank top down her arm. 

“You know, in a few months, I won’t be able to fuck you whenever I want.”

Nesta rolled her eyes and snorted. “How romantic. The father of my child, ladies and gentleman.” 

But Cassian was grinning, his mouth against her skin. “I’m not wrong.”

“Hmmm.” She pretended to be unaffected by his advances, but Cassian turned her face towards him and kissed her. Nesta giggled and turned over, wrapping her arms around him.

“So what did I hear about our aggressive sex life today?” Cass asked, kissing her jaw.

Nesta laughed and said, “Remember the woman that you scandalized earlier?” Cassian blinked, clearly not recalling. “You were drunk, remember?”

“No, but I’ll take your word for it,” he mumbled, his attention redirected to more important things as his face planted between her breasts.

“Well, I basically told an elderly woman that I suck you dry, so..” Nesta trailed off.

Cassian snorted, propping himself up on his elbows. “You scandalized an old woman?”

“It makes me mad when people ask stupid things,” she said, shrugging.

Cassian blinked. “Is it weird that I’'m completely turned on right now?”

Nesta took his face into her hands. “When are you not turned on?”

Cassian grinned. “Fair point.”

He kissed her hard, his tongue sweeping along her bottom lip. She opened up, giving him access and moaned quietly as his tongue brushed against her own.

“Make love to me,” she breathed. “Make love to me in our home.”

Cass pulled back, gazing down at her. 

Our home.

She watched as his eyes filled up with tears, but before one could fall, she pulled his lips back down to hers and kissed him, pouring everything she wanted to say into it.

He pulled himself over her but was careful for her belly. She kept telling him that a little bit of weight was okay, but he was overly protective of what that bump held. 

A few more months, and they would go from being a couple to being a family of three. They would close the B&B and make the big house their home. They would raise their daughter within those walls. 

And Cassian couldn’t wait.

#theranchnessian #thesharatag #shacmc #nessian #fanfic

[oboevallis]

christopher pt 2

thank you, thank you, thank you, for all the support!!! this was highly requested so i hope you humans enjoy! i hope everyone’s doing well and staying safe

Amelia unlocked the door to her apartment and gently set down the car seat her son resided in. She flicked on the lights and let reality sink in. She was alone, well not completely alone she had her baby who relied on her, just as much as she relied on him.

"Just us now kid." She cooed, kneeling down so she could look at her sons sleeping face. "It's kinda scary, actually a lot of scary. But we've got this, don't we?"

The neurosurgeon sighed and carefully picked up her son. She stood up and brought the baby into her room, she planned on using his nursery initially, but now she was terrified by everything and anything, so she was more comfortable with him being right next to her. She couldn't lose another person in her life, especially not her baby. Once she was positive her son was okay in his bassinet, she softly closed the bedroom door and unpacked her hospital bag. Most of her life she'd been chaotic, Hurricane Amy, but now she had to make sure everything was taken care of and in order for her son.

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It felt as though her son had been crying for hours, and at this rate she was positive it'd never end. Her phone then started ringing, adding to the chaos, but that was the least of her concerns. She couldn't identify why her son was crying, her first day alone with him and she was already failing. She placed the baby back down in his bassinet and paced the length of the room, aggressive knocking at the door pulling her back into reality.

"What do you want?" The new mother practically shouted as she opened the door. "Oh. Sorry Charlotte."

"Someone seems a little stressed." The southern women chuckled, as she stepped into the apartment. She took a look at the new moms tired state and gave a sympathetic smile. "Why don't you make yourself a cup of tea and I'll go check on the baby."

"You hate babies." Amelia reminded as she followed the other woman into the bedroom.

"Your baby is an exception." Charlotte said as she picked up the screaming baby, who immediately relaxed in her embrace.

"Your kidding. How'd you do that?" Amelia threw herself onto her bed.

"Babies can sense when your stressed. Little guy seems fine, just upset cause his mamas upset." Charlotte sat down on the bed, placing the now calm baby on her friends chest.

"I just want him to be okay, and I just want to be the mother he deserves." Charlotte pushed a strand of hair out of the woman's face.

"He's going to be just fine, and your gonna be just fine. Look at how much you care, some mothers don't give a crap. And how much you care should account for something, you'll get the hang of this."

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Amelia washed the dirty dishes in her sink, forcing her eyes to stay open. She was ready to succumb to sleep. Once the last baby bottle was placed in the drying rack she headed for her room, but not before a knock came at the front door. She wasn't expecting anyone, and if it was Charlotte or Addison they'd let themselves in, hence them having a key to her apartment. Her breath hitched in the back of her throat when she looked out the peephole to reveal her mother. She debated on not answering the door and passing it off as she was asleep. But as much as she didn't want to admit it, she really needed her mother right now to guide her. It felt like every move she made was the wrong one for her sons well being. She slowly opened the door to reveal the older woman.

"Amy." Carolyn kindly smiled, before embracing her youngest.

"What are you doing here?" It may of come of rude but it was unintentional. Her mother was a planner, everything was bit down to a T, so an unexpected visit was shocking.

"It's lovely to see you too."

"Sorry." Amelia immediately apologized, stepping to the side to allow her mother in. "How long are you in town?"

"As long as you need me."

"What?" The neurosurgeon lightly chuckled.

"I can't imagine how hard this is on your own. God knows I struggled when your father died and I didn't have to navigate adjusting to motherhood."

"So you assume I'm failing? Already? That I'm incompetent?" Amelia immediately winced once she said that, she knew her mother was just trying to help, but she always felt incompetent compared to her siblings.

"No not at all Amelia. Being offered help is not people attacking you for being incompetent."

"Sorry." Amelia looked down at the floor, playing with the skin around her nail. "I-I just feel like I'm failing my baby already. I'm just lashing out at everything."

"Have you killed him already? Or poisoned him, or left him someplace?"

"What?! No!"

"Then your not failing."

"I don't think my son being alive constitutes as good parenting." The dryer then beeped, Carolyn walking over to it to fold the contents.

"Then what constitutes good parenting to you?"

"I-I don't know. Mom, I don't need you to do my laundry."

"You didn't answer my question."

"I just feel like I don't know what I'm doing, I'm just unprepared."

"Well, no one knows what their doing I can assure you that."

"How can you say that? You raised three daughters who are all  picture perfect mothers."

"I can assure you your sisters are not perfect mothers, they may put on a good show, but they make plenty of mistakes." Carolyn assured as she carefully folded another baby blanket. "Your sisters aren't all that so don't compare yourselves to them." The baby's cries then erupted through the apartment, Carolyn walking to the source of the cries.

"Mom you don't need to do all this." Amelia sighed following behind her mother.

"Oh Amy isn't this kid just adorable?" Carolyn cooed as she held her newest grandson. "He has your nose." She chuckled.

"Yeah, he is pretty perfect."

"Now you go to sleep." Carolyn ordered, looking at her daughter sternly. "You look as though your going to pass out at any minute." The neurosurgeon eventually gave in and walked over to her bed.

"Thank you." Amelia smiled, choking back tears that were threatening to spill out. Carolyn nodded, smiling down at the baby. When she turned around she saw her daughter fast asleep sprawled out on the bed, reminding her of when Amy would sneak in and sleep with her whenever there was a thunderstorm. She'd always end up on the floor, because her daughter was such a bed hog. She chuckled thinking back to when Amy was that small, she couldn't believe her youngest was now a mother herself. When she noticed the baby's eyes start to flutter she gently placed him down in his crib, causing him to lightly fuss.

"I'm sure your mommy has already told you, but you have a really amazing name." The grandmother whispered as she placed soothing circles on the baby's abdomen, to help him to fall asleep. "You were named after your grandfather, Christopher. He was a really good man I hope you grow up to be like him. He meant a lot to your mommy, and between us your mommy was his favorite." When she was sure the baby was asleep, she walked over to her daughter and kissed her forehead, before going to finish folding the laundry. She was overwhelmingly proud at her youngest, she had been through so much and she was relieved she was getting the happiness she deserved.

#mama shepherd #amelia shepherd #greysanatomy #greys anatomy #greys fanfic #Carolyn shepherd #Christopher shepherd #Charlotte king #addison montgomery #private practice

[starshineandbooks]

Remedy (Loaft)

This is made for a personal head canon in the Loaft verse. The original fics are by @tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors.

Ao3

If you asked three people how to get to Whickhills you’d have gotten four different answers. That was decades ago. Now, you get four answers, but they aren’t the same as they might have been.

When you make it to Whickhills, especially if it’s around the pagan holidays. Most Notably Beltane, Halloween, and Samhin. Or, the summer solstice, all hallow’s eve, and the winter solstice.

The people of Whickhills will chase visitors out before nightfall, to protect the visitors. However, the most infamous family to chase someone out is the Picani-Adams clan, about half of them are sweet as pie, and the other is hell on wheels.

There are several families that are  a little odd, they live in Whickhills, all the families are odd. But a few stand out more than others.

The Whitaman family, distantly related to the knight of the spider prince’s court. The line split well before Margretta Fischer, if anyone had cared to know, most did not. A line of witches, though the last four generations have been hybrids, half fairy half witch. But the best in town for getting messages to and from the dead. The eldest still living, and most powerful in that family, Bia as everyone calls her, is said to have known the Spider Prince years and years ago. Bia was one of Roman’s friends, but not a close one until many years had passed and the witch himself had turned grey.

The Picani-Adams family, like stated before, are either the sweetest people in the world, or the most chaotic. Though they tend to like coffee, and know how to brew. With a definite sass streak, even in the sweet members of the clan, they can and will retaliate if pushed. The family has a nose for trouble, and a taste for adventure. But even stronger, they have a deep bond that few understand. The Picani-Adams also have a penchant for pranks, and the weird ability to stay out of trouble.

The Waller family is known for big blue eyes and even more so for strawberry blonde curls. They all have a pretty voice, though not the magic kind that the most famous Waller, Patton, had in his life. The Wallers are very loyal, and still run a farm. They still have the old barn door, where there are initials and messages carved into the old decaying wood.

The Sanders family, the most noticeably magic family. They all have some gift or other, the gift or storytelling, the gift or persuasion, the gift or wisdom. Many different gifts. Many different names and faces. Occasionally you’ll find a Sanders with slightly suspicious eyes, not often, but maybe the eyes are just slightly too much one color. 

The Pennybackers. They have a penchant for befriending spiders. They’re typically kind, though the stray jerk is known to happen. With an affinity for stripes and oddly enough German, this family is loyal to the end.

There are also places that stand out, even to those that have lived there their entire life.

The old Gage house. It’s orchards are still tended to, but no one is quite sure who does it. The garden is still maintained and pumpkins grow very well in the soil, though no one knows why. Some times, especially around Beltane, Sahmin, and Halloween, the chimney has smoke coming from it and steps can be seen in the dirt path. Chickens are still kept in the coop.

A clearing in the woods, violets grow around it’s borders. Thornless blackberry bushes, and thornless red roses grow to the east. To the west in the clearing, marigolds and little blue flowers grow. Belladonna in the center, around an apple tree. Some people say the plants represent the Spider prince and his consorts. Some say the Lynx Queen uses it as her personal garden. Some say it’s the summer who looks half rotten, using his powers for good.

The graveyard. That often stands out to people, but this one isn’t the normal reason. It has flowers that grow across it and moss across every inch. The flowers that enter the place never die. The headstones stay clear and unweathered. Wind chimes hang around the place, but they never seem creepy.

Linda leans against the old Gauge house, it’s about two fifty  in the morning on what is now Halloween. Everyone is asleep. Except apparently Linda, her wife Percy, their daughter Penny, and Linda’s pseudo uncle Remus.

A figure approaches the quartet, long air moving in the soft autumn breeze.

“You’re earlier than I expected.” The woman, Bia, smiles.

“I’m anxious is what I am.” Linda snorts.

Bia smiles softly, “I wouldn’t be. The things that went after your grandmother are gone.”

“So is she though.”

Bia just shakes her head, “I’m just here to help you reach out to them you know.”

“I know. Thank you Bia.”

“Bianca. My name, it’s Bianca.”

“What?”

“A gift kitty.” She smiles warmly, “Long overdue. Unasked for and freely given. Linda, your birthday was a few days ago, I’m sorry I was gone.”

“It’s just my Eight hundreth ninety second birthday.” Linda frowns, “It’s not important.”

Bia pulls something from her coat pocket, “Yeah it is kitty girl.”

Linda snorts, shaking her head, “If you say so.”

“It’s important Linny.” Percy says sharply, “I said so”

“Mom’s right mama.” Penny grins, her slightly too sharp teeth glinting.

Bia hands Linda an object, “I found it the other night, cleaning out some old boxes.”

Linda looks down, opening the small box she was handed. Several pieces of jewelry sit in it, all with her father’s guild and magic in them.

“How?”

“The town decided I should have all of them. And when they were all given to me it was so fresh I thought it would hurt you. I shouldn’t have kept them so long, they aren’t mine.”

“No, no, it’s not okay. Thank you.” Linda looks up, forcing a smile.

Bia smiles softly, “You don’t have to fake it Linda. I’m sure Remus, Percy, and Penny can take you not smiling.”

“We can Linny.” Percy says.

“C’mon Bobby.” Remus grins, “Let it go.”

Linda blinks, still straining her smile, “Why would you say I am faking a smile?”

Bia just hums, “you’re about as good at it right now as your papa was at lying.”

Linda rolls her eyes, “Whatever. Just tell them I love them, and miss them, and uh- thanks for everything.”

“I will. Anyone else want to add?”

“They raised a good girl.” Percy hums, “And I’m glad they had her”

“It’s boring here without them, no one to bother really.” Remus adds.

“I wish I had met them. They seem nice?” Penny adds.

Bia nods. She sits down in the grass, legs crossed and eyes closed. She hums softly, a hint of magic to her voice.

Her thoughts echo across the yard, the words each person asked to have relayed playing in the person’s voice. At the very end of the list it goes silent.

Bia stays still and quiet, breathing deeply.

A minute passes before she stands turning to Linda and smiling softly

“They say happy late birthday kitty girl. And that they’re proud of you.”

Bia turns to Percy, “They’re glad Linda has you.”

Penny looks up when Bit turns to her, “And that they will be glad to meet you one day in the far, far future.”

“And me?” Remus asks.

Bia laughs softly, “That you haven’t changed a bit.”

Bia pushes to her feet, stopping when she catches sight of twelve crows, who caw.

“Well that’s not great.” She sighs, shaking her head. 

“What’s not great?”

“Twelve crows.”

“What?”

Bia laughs softly, “Surely May taught you the old crow rhyme. Twelve as I head it means a journey that’s soon at it’s end if I remember right.”

“Oh.” Linda sighs, “But that doesn’t make sense.”

“It never does.”

Bia sighs, “I should go. Deliliah will be worried if I’m late. Good night, I’ll see you later.”

“Good night Bianca.” Linda calls.

    -__+__-

A month passes and no one seems to remember the crow warning. Because, it isn’t often that twelve crows group on the roof of an old house. 

Linda finds herself faced with a hunter, unfortunately she wasn’t fast enough and she gets shot. It was an accident, the hunter mistook her for a cat.

But the bullet is iron.

The pain she feels while she slowly burns and dies while her body tries and fails to heal is excruciating. She screams, and screams. Her voice distorting and multiplying, making even her own brain buzz.

Remus finds her first, dropping to his knees, “Bobby, kid?”

She screams louder.

“Linda.” He says, and he never calls her that, “Linda listen to me, you’ll be okay.”

Linda thrashes as he tries to soothe her. She was shot right below the heart. It has already started to burn from the iron. She won’t live, she knows it.

Remus shakes his head, he can’t let her suffer. 

Percy rushes and drops to her own knees, Percy in tow.

“You have to send her.” Remus says slowly.

“I don’t- I do don’t I?”

“You have to.”

“Linda, daughter of Spider prince changeling siren and witch, Lynx Princess, autumn, Tochter Spinne, wife of lake, mother of summer, go home.” Percy says thickly, “And don’t wait for me.”

Linda loses life quickly, but her horrible agonized screaming does quiet.

Remus looks to Percy, “It’s good that you’re already in charge, and even better we’ve sworn to you. But-” He chokes, “There’ll be trouble without Linda.”

Percy nods, looking rather numb.

“You’ll die too now won’t you mom?” Penny speaks up, “Like mama?”

Percy turns, shaking her head, “No. Not while you still need me.”

“Thank you.” Percy whispers.

Percy smiles softly, mechanically, “We had better go tell everyone then.”

  -__+__-

Linda looks up from where she lays, big puffy white clouds sit in the blue sky with the sun bright behind her. She registers that she lays in shallow water, and smells the ocean. She turns to realize that she’s on a beach, and wonders idly why the salt in the water doesn’t sting.

She slowly pushes to sit up, glancing around. There’s a forest to her right, and she tilts her head, wondering where she is to begin with.

The afterlife. 

She sighs, supposing she would be. She can’t hear Percy, or feel her loved ones’ magic. 

Linda pushes to her feet, shoving her wild curls behind her ears. She starts off towards the forest, walking slowly and keeping her senses alert.

She recognizes the trees to be apple trees. Odd.

Linda walks through the forest, catching sigh of a ladder against a tree further ahead. She shrugs, wandering over. Maybe it’s one of her parents, likely her pop, Roman Gauge.

She makes it to the ladder and finds a woman with a mane of fiery hair at the top.

“You’re not my pop.” She says, her voice scratchy and petulant. “If this is the afterlife, why isn’t he here?”

The woman turns and her face twists weird before recognition crosses it. She looks excited and upset at once, as though someone just showed her the lobe of her life, but she realized she couldn’t have them.

“Linda?”

Linda squints up at her, “Who’s askin’?”

“I’m Abbey. Abbey Gauge.”

“Pop’s ma?” She asks, a little confused.

Abbey nods, “They’ll be surprised. What happened sweetheart?”

Abbey blinks up at Abbey, “you look like pop.”

“Thank you.”

“I was shot under my heart by an iron bullet. It was an accident though.” Linda sighs, “But- they’re all here? Right? My dads, and Brian, my uncles, everyone?”

Abbey nods, “But mom’s gonna kill you. It’s so early for you Linda.”

“Well, I didn’t plan to die.” She scoffs, a teasing tone.

“Good. They’re straight ahead.” She points to the left.

Linda grins, “Really?”

“Really Linda.”

“Thank you!” Linda calls, dashing to the direction she was pointed to.

Linda runs as fast as she can, Dizzy and Jax ending up joining her in her run. Well, Jax is flying, but, same thing.

Linda runs smack into Brian, flinging her arms around him. Brian falls flat on his back, stunned.

Jem blinks down at them, he had been talking to Brian, “L-Linda?”

“Jem.” Linda says firmly, burrowing her face into Brian’s chest, “Brian. Oh my god.”

Brian hugs Linda tightly, “Linny? What-”

“Iron is a really horrid way to die B. Zero ten, do not recommend.”

Brian lets out a startled chuckle, “God Linny, you’re early.”

“I already told Abbey, I didn’t plan to die!”

“I should hope not. Virgil’d skin you before anyone else had a chance.”

“I’m glad to see you though.”

“I’m glad to see you too Linda. I just wish you, y’know.”

“I know.”

Brian lays on the ground, hugging Linda, with the biggest smile on his face.  Linda has buried her face into her slightly older cousin, smiling brightly. Not that anyone could tell.

“B?” Thomas asks, “Who’s that?”

Brian and Linda stand up, dusting themselves off. Brian grins at his dad.

Linda turns, smiling, “Thomas!”

Thomas barley braces himself before Linda hugs him tightly, throwing herself at him full force. Linda is purring and realizes she has been since she first tore off towards where Abbey pointed her.

“Linny.” Thomas laughs softly, “What happened?”

Linda shakes her head, “Tell you all at once?”

Thomas nods, “You’re so strong. We’re so proud of you.”

“Why, I’m dead.”

“So are we.”

Linda snorts, “But y’all are s’possed to be. Everyone acts like I’m not s’possed to be.”

“Oh Linda, we’re just sad that you’re not with your family anymore.”

“You’re my family.”

“So is Percy.”

“Percy!” Linda tenses, “Oh god, I left her with Penny.”

“Penny?”

“My daughter.”

Brian smiles, “Who’d you think said they wished they’d met us?”

“Would you please move?!” A voice demands.

Linda turns slowly in her uncles arms to see her four men who look mostly like her parents, but very young.

“Are those?”

“Yeah.” 

Linda breaks free of Thomas’ arms and sprints towards her parents. Roman, used to this, even now, especially now, picks her up and spins her in a happy circle.

“Kitty girl!” Roman beams, “Oh god, look at you. Look at how pretty my baby is!”

Linda laughs gently, “Po-op.” She whines, “Lemme down, I wanna hug you proper!”

Roman shakes his head, “Nope, my little princess is here, and I’m going to spin her forever!’ He continues to spin her, making her laugh.

“Roman, set her down. I should like to meet my granddaughter properly now.” A woman says.

Linda looks to the woman as Roman sets her down, hugging her from behind.

The woman is clearly a faerie, and almost certainly unseelie. Her hair is long, inky black tendrils that seem to ripple and move. She has glowing purple eyes, much like Virgil’s own. She has skin even paler than Virgil’s, pure white like the snow. Blood red lips. She almost looks like snowhite, if snowwhite made everything feel cold, and dimmed the light just around her.

The woman’s shadow seems sentient, like peter pan’s.

But the voice, she’s heard that voice once in her life, years and years, and years ago.

“Grandmother?” Linda asks, “Is that you?”

The woman nods, smiling softly, “Yes, dear, it is. You can call me as you like, some call me Cara.”

Linda smiles gently, “Grandmother, thank you.”

“What for?”

“Everything.” Linda says softly, “But especially for Penelope.”

“It’s nothing dear. How is she?”

“She was fine when I saw her this morning.”

“She would be taking her mother’s death hard.” Cara says softly, fondly even.

“You-” PAtton chokes.

Linda nods, “I do”

Virgil looks to Linda and surges forward to hug her. “I’m sorry, leaving your child is not easy.”

Linda hugs Virgil back tightly, “No, vati, it isn’t.”

The group hugs and switches places repeatedly. They end up clutching at each other for four hours. Until May shows up.

“Ms. Kitty.”

“Mrs. Kitty actually mamaw.” Linda chirps, sitting up, “Heya!”

May does lecture her, much like everyone predicted. For all of about a minute before she’s crying and Linda is hugging her, having moved quickly again.

  -__+__-

That night, at dinner, Linda tells her family what she can.

“My daughter, Penelope, Penny for short, she’s a summer. She’s part wolf, she can speak to canines. The sweetest kid I’ve ever met. She’s got Percy’s green hair, but my skin. And she’s got quicksilver eyes with green in them. She loves art, she often makes us buy her more magenta ink despite the fact she’s using b;lack at the moment.”

“She sounds wild.” Brian grins, “But she’s yours.”

“She won’t hold still long enough to get a braid in her hair, always trying to chase a squirrel.” Linda huffs, “I’m so sorry daddy.”

Patton laughs softly, “It’s okay Linny.”

-__+__-

Not many people can say they even remember what saved the town from the fabled snake king, or that they remember the first Sander family member getting blessed. A few can. 

In the town library there’s a series, called love and other fairy tales. The series captures the stories of the Spider Prince and his consorts. There’s a second series, labeled extended tales of fairies and love. A continuation of the first if you will. It still isn’t over, and it fills shelves that keep multiplying. 

No one is sure who is writing them. Except, two people.

Bia Whitaman, and the lake Princess, Percy. The two women combined their magic to cast the spell that will write the books for them, under the pen name, Vi.

In the second series, lies every story Brian Sanders ever told, every love felt by not only Logan and his husbands, but their friends. In that series lies Linda’s first love, and her wedding. In that series lies Penny’s first heartbreak that will inevitably happen. And in that series, lies a little of the magic the characters had.

Children still whisper about the snake king in ghost stories. The romantics at heart still fawn over the love that was shared between four powerful men. And mothers still marvel at Dorthoy Sanders’ defending of her children, blood and not.

If anyone cares to know about the characters from the series, because the books can’t capture everything just the most important bits of course, it’s rumored that if you go to the odd clearing with the apple tree at night, that one of four figures will wait for you, ready to answer your questions.

One of them is the Lake princess herself, her green hair ever flowing and blue tinted skin. Another is the summer who is known for looking horribly rotten and smelling rancid, but he’s rumored to have a big heart. A third is Bia Whitaman, her ever black hair inky and wild, her green eyes piercing and kind. The last, is the Wolf Princess, her green hair and silver eyes vigilant and wild.

They’ll tell you many stories. 

Maybe you’ll hear about a set of brothers loyal to each other more than to any one else, one of them is a changeling with silver eyes and a big heart, and the other is a human with the kindest soul they’ve ever met. Or they might tell you about a self sacrificing witch who needed to get out of his own head and realize how loved he really was. Or maybe they’ll tell you about the farm boy with an enchanting voice?

Perhaps they’ll tell you about The therapist and the brewer. Or maybe the wild Lynx Princess. Maybe the spiteful but loving old woman. Or the eternally strong Dot and her loving husband Larry. Maybe she’ll tell you about Kai, or Sloane, or Corbin. Maybe the man who took the changeling’s brother’s heart. Maybe the child who tld the best stories.

They will tell you about a storyteller and the lynx princess. They will tell you about the Spider Prince braiding his child’s hair.

But their favorite story to tell, even if it is in writing in the library, will always start with how to get to Whickhills. 

Everyone says differently, but the best answer is that you have to listen to your instincts.

#SSB writes #laoft #sanders sides

[thefeastandthefast]

Hyena eps. 14-16 thoughts

I actually finished this last night at 2:30am, so I’m a little fuzzy on all the convoluted investigation stuff. But even in my late night binge-watching induced brainfog, I could tell that logic was starting to get very messy. But it’s fine- I’m not watching this show for watertight and accurate courtroom proceedings. I don’t care about the nefarious evil overlords of the various corporations and their garbage-fire scions battling it out. Just in it to see how the pieces fall for hyena mama Geum Ja and hyena daddy Hee Jae and their pack of hyena babies.   

So I just have to say, I NEED A SECOND SEASON. PLEASE LET THERE BE ANOTHER SEASON. Because everything is set up perfectly now for more subtle character growth, more professional challenges to face, more heart-stabbingly beautiful romance. I NEEEEEED IT.  

One of my struggles watching Hyena is that the particular brands of moral bankruptcy exhibited by the male and female leads are especially abhorrent to me in real life: the willingness to act as swords for capitalist and state powers in actively creating a world good only for the rich and powerful. 

For GJ, her attitude is one shaped by a mess of psychological and emotional damage. But she does see the work honestly for what it is, because she had to study it by heart to survive. She sees the filth around her and doesn’t mind rolling in the mud, if it will get her what she thinks she needs in order to heal and never be hurt again. She feels no responsibility or loyalty to the nebulous idea of society at large (why should she, since she was alone when she was most in need, she thinks.) In the beginning, GJ is only loyal to a small number of specific individuals that have proven themselves worthy of her trust and care: her childhood friend Ju Ho and Ji-eun. That’s it. 

But by the end, Hee Jae has broken down enough of her walls to join this group and along with him came the hyena babies: Na Yi-joon, Attorney Kim, and my best girl Boo Hyeon-a. I think it was when this community started slowly coalescing around her that she began feeling a small sense of responsibility and interest in the wellbeing of strangers, even if it was still heavily tinged with self-interest. Helping out the pastor’s daughter Baek Un-mi, for example, and trying to figure out the real reason and culprits behind Seo Jung Hwa’s death. Very much a Chaotic Neutral who remains a Chaotic Neutral, but with love and friendship around her in the end. And honestly? Love and friendship and community can go a long way to change people’s minds about what they think they need in order to heal. Maybe at some point Geum Ja will realize that buying the building that represents her pain won’t bring her real long-lasting relief. That’s my headcanon at least. 

Hee Jae starts out as someone who fully buys into and is complicit in the filth, the hierarchy, the corruption, the nepotism. He was enthusiastically Lawful Evil, with occasional twinges of conscience. He doesn’t even realize that he’s in the mud, because that’s what he had always known and never questioned. But this show has been about destroying his unexamined sense of self and his acceptance of a certain order to the world. I really wish the show had spent more time on his disillusionment and complicated relationship with his actual father rather than all the convoluted bullshit with his mentor-father Mr. Song. Especially after those devastating attempted suicide and courtroom scenes. So many unresolved issues there. Ugh, why did the show focus so much on bringing down the Big Bad, when it’s the emotional stuff that’s more interesting??? HELLO, SECOND SEASON. 

Not to say that I think Hee Jae became woke or anything like that. He’s still an unrepentant asshole. But I think Geum Ja helped the scales fall from his eyes and nudged him closer to Chaotic Neutral like her. He sees that he had been wallowing in filth without even realizing. Now he can start to have a little more control over where he stands in that filth. Hee Jae finally questions and abandons the well-trod, well-lit path of success through nepotism. It’s a very small step, but given his Lawful Evil positioning in the beginning, it’s a crucial one that may lead to further growth later. My headcanon for him is that maybe he’ll continue to question the order of the world. 

I’m happy with the show ending by showing that growth for both Geum Ja and Hee Jae didn’t mean growth into a moral awakening or even regret for past mistakes. To take them from self-interested and unapologetically moral-free to legal crusader for the weak or something would require a lot more than 16 episodes could cover. SO HELLO, PLEASE LET THERE BE A SECOND SEASON.

And finally, Geum Ja and Hee Jae’s swagger outfits were truly a glorious sight to behold. Such a fitting end! I could have used twenty more makeout scenes though. 

#hyena #sbs hyena #kdrama #kim hye soo #ju ji hoon #contemporary drama #wow I had a lot more to say than I thought #my commentary

[charlieb-baby]

Home- Charlie Barber

Summary: Fluffy reunion with reader and Charlie. Mentions of cheating.

“Linda informed me that her boy Mark is still single, if you’re interested. You remember little Marky don’t you sweetheart?”

You simply couldn’t hold in your groan. Not even 2 minutes in and your mum was already informing you on all the “eligible” bachelors who were still available.

“Oh stop that now!” She responded angrily down the speaker.

“I’m sorry, I am Mama. But I’ve told you to quit the matchmaker act how many times now?” Your frustration was evident to everyone but her. Blinded by her love for you.

“Y/N I just want what’s best for you. You know that. Or is that a crime? To help your daughter?” She always was so dramatic over the simplest of things, even when you were a child she fretted constantly.

“Drop the Fairy Godmother act,” you couldn’t help but giggle. “No it’s not a crime but I need you to understand that I’m not really interested right now.” You lied swiftly. If only she knew the truth. She’d have the shock of her life if your sweet mother found out that you weren’t at home- but in fact another man’s house. A married man’s house. Charlie’s house. He’d been in LA for another dreadful 2 weeks, spent with chaotic arguing no doubt. He was due to return sometime today and you wanted to be there, as a surprise. You shouldn’t have been allowed to miss him. He wasn’t yours to miss. But you had, it was almost impossible not to. You missed everything about him. His hair, his smile, his compliments, his passion. And perhaps most significantly, his gorgeous cock.

“If I had the powers of a Fairy you wouldn’t be single my love,” she instinctively muttered only to be met with another sigh leaving your lips as you impatiently paced in Charlie’s kitchen. “And that’s nonsense Y/N, everyone wants love,”

“Yes, but not through force and matchmaking. It’ll happen naturally,” You trailed off. And it did. You were a costume designer and had worked with him since the early days where an innocent friendship began. It was actually Nicole who introduced you two- if only she knew know the deception. As she pushed him away, consistently, throughout their marriage, your relationship with Charlie only blossomed deeper. Until one late night, neither of you could hold back your hidden longing as your collective moans, pants and gasps bounced around the theatre together- solidifying your need for each other.

“Well old school friends reuniting and falling in love sounds pretty natural to me sweetie,” your mother retorted.

“I spoke to Mark maybe three times the entire time. I remember him being extremely shy and awkward and clumsy.” Your thoughts spoke before you could filter them out.

“Well, why not try some of that internet dating,” she suggested with a defeated sigh. Even as a child you’d been defensive and argumentative, verbal battles occurred frequently between the two of you. “Is it Tonder? No Twindler? Give that a try, meet new people, have fun, romance. Maybe a little more...” she continued with excitement in her tone. God were you really having this conversation right now?

“How’s dad?” You blurted out in an attempt to change the subject. Anything to move away from the topic. But you had inherited the hot headed characteristic from your mother as she strongly pursued your love life. As her advice kept on coming you eyes drew up from the counter and out the window as you saw a car. No, Charlie’s car parked in his drive. He returned and was moving quickly towards his front door, his body language visibly tense. You however, were frozen in place. In a trance. Unable to move. He was home after so long, he was coming back to you.

“...honestly Y/N, sweetheart, if you want to have children at some point you better find someone soon. You’ll biological clock is ticking and we won’t be here forever, you know. I’d like to see some grandchildren before....” she continued on and on. You could hear his key turning in the lock and your brain was only just engaging with your body as you strode towards the door. His door.

“Mama,” you spoke softly but she was too far in depth in her own monologue to register anything other than what she was preaching at you. Meanwhile, you moved into the living room as Charlie’s hand pressed down on the handle from the outside. It was painful, this last part. So close to one another but still apart by a small, tortuous distance.

“Mum.” You spoke louder that stopped her in her tracks as Charlie stepped over the threshold, into the warmth of his house. Returned safely. Your body froze as you made eye contact with one another. Stuck on what to do or say or, or, or. You could sense the relief in his eyes upon seeing you, a subtle smile inching across his face as the tension in his shoulders slipped away.

“Mama I gotta go,” You simply stated and hung up as you heard her shocked and confused remarks.

It happened instantly, an instinctive moment. You dropped you phone to the floor while Charlie simultaneously dropped his bag as you both rushed to one another into a longing embrace. Your head rested into his neck as he crushed your middle. An involuntary sob left your mouth upon realising he was back as the smell of lingering coffee and Henry’s Play-Doh off his Olive jumper hit your nose. You managed to pull apart from one another enough to gaze into each other’s eyes. You noticed how the skin around them appeared more reddish, as if he’d been caught harshly by the LA sun. It may have been his emotions getting the better of him in the moment but you couldn’t help but worry that he had been in pain while away from you. His large, smooth hands held either side of your face to ensure he could catch every detail of you. And then, he pulled you to his lips in a passionate kiss filled with desire and reassurance. A moan escaped you, comfort filling your body as his feverish kissing diminished your longing. Oh, how you’d missed this. You pulled apart and laughed.

“Hi,” you giggled, still trapped between his hands.

“His gorgeous, I missed you.” Charlie mumbled, enamoured by you.

“Me too, I’m so glad your back,” you sighed against him, his chin resting on the top of your head.

“Likewise,” he returned with a gentle hum before moving back to kiss your lips again, where he truly felt at home.

#charlie barber x reader #adam driver #charlie barber #marriage story #fluff #charlie barber fluff #oneshot #my work #my fic #reader insert

[onceuponaloonatic]

Aw i would love to see the other families🥺

of course !! sorry this took a while i wrote so much, also you guys can ask me asks about misatzu or any of the families below, i’m happy to answer any of them and they can be nsfw to be clear even though this au is basically fluff at this point lol

2yeon

as mentioned before jeong is the alpha and nayeon is the omega, but nayeon still runs the house so to speak

the are a little older than misatzu, nayeon being 34 and jeongyeon being 33

jeongyeon was mina’s ra in her freshman year and mina became close to her then, mina slowly introducing nayeon and jeongyeon to satzu

jeongyeon is a lawyer and nayeon is a stay at home mom

they have three kids

their oldest is a boy named seojun, who was seven when the triplets were born

their middle child is a boy named hyunjun, he was five when the triplets were born

their youngest and only girl is named yuna, she was two when the triplets were born but she turned three two weeks after they were born

remember when i said nayeon is a stay at home mom? i meant nayeon is on the pta and everyone thinks she is that mom

(milf nayeon !! milf nayeon !!)

when in reality she is still figuring out how to cut strawberries for the kids lunches

jeongyeon bakes everything nayeon sells at the bake sale, but nayeon never admits it

jeongyeon cooks most of the meals, she is actually a good chef and she enjoys giving nayeon meaningless tasks when she insists on helping and teasing her when she sometimes doesn’t get them right

basically there’s a lot of teasing, followed by making out

seojun always has to cover his younger siblings eyes

“mom! mama! yuna and hyunjun are here!” is like seojun’s catch phrase at this point

“hyung i’m not a baby i can see it i’m a big boy!”

“shut up hyunjun your not even in elementary school yet.”

yuna is the quietest of the three, but shes so cute she baits her brothers and jeongyeon into playing tea party with her

she puts make up on jeongyeon hyunjun and seojuns face frequently

basically all of them are whipped for her

nayeon knows her daughter inherited that from her, and she always thinks it’s adorable how easy yuna had wrapped everyone else in the family around her little finger

even though as a general statement they are a loud family, at the end of the day they all love each other

mohyo

as mentioned before jihyo is the alpha and momo is the omega

momo was a choreographer at the company sana works at

jihyo is a vocal trainer

sana and momo knew each other since middle school, and have been best friends sense than

momo loves mina and tzuyu more than sana

jihyo and tzuyu have a very sibling like relationship, jihyo having known tzuyu since she was a freshman in college

they have two kids

their oldest is a girl named ai and she was three when the triplets were born

their younger one is a girl named is named eunji, she was born three months before the triplets

they bring eunji and ai to the company with them, when they have lessons they will pass them off to the other

they are much more tame compared to 2yeon

momo is really goofy, so she has an easy relationship with her daughters

if jihyo comes home after momo she always finds them doing something cute and goofy like playing horse where momo is running around with both girls attached to her

jihyo loves her goofy girls

mohyo have an easy relationship, they are so domestic i 🥺

momo does a lot of the cooking, but jihyo tries to make it easy

they have family baking time every weekend and ai and her moms bake a treat from scratch and eunji watches in her high chair

eunji always gets to be the taste tester

ai is a lot like jihyo, and is a very good big sister to her baby sister

“eunji-chan look unnie has your toy!”

momo teaches her girls her dances

jihyo sings to them every night

both eunji and ai are fairly easy kids, so if someone needs it they are the best babysitters for their friends

they watch 2yeon’s kids the most

ai and yuna are in the same grade in preschool

their school ends at one everyday and nayeon walks them to mohyo’s company and sometimes yuna stays with them and the girls are the sweethearts of the company

ai absolutely adores the triplets

momo and jihyo do too

eunji has play dates with the triples

any excuse to go to misatzu’s house is taken

even if it’s just bringing them the cookies they baked during family baking time

(we haven’t gotten there yet but when the triplets are five they have another daughter named hina)

when the time comes jihyo joins the pta

in conclusion they are adorable and domestic

dubchaeng

as mentioned before chaeyoung is the alpha and dahyun is the omega

chaeyoung is a digital artist at a big design company

dahyun is a rapper at the same company as mohyo and sana

they go on dahyun’s tour together 🥺

they have two kids

their oldest is a boy named kihyun, he was four when the triplets were born

their youngest is a boy named daeyoung, he was one when the triplets was born

tbh everyone thought they were going to be the last to have kids, so when they had kids before tzuyu it was sort of a shock to everyone, including them

but they loved their son so much they had another one lol

chaeyoung educates her sons about how important it is to treat women with respect

“so boys this is what you should never say to girls-”

“chaeyoung they are four and one.”

dahyun loves her passionate wife though

brings her sons on tour with her as well

their boys get along with 2yeon’s sons really well, but when you put them together it is chaos

they are all chaotic and the four of them together is an explosion of child running everywhere

add ai and it’s completely out of control

even though daeyoung is young he loves running around with his brother and friend, he’s not as interested in the younger girls like the triplets and eunji

you may think chaeyoung and dahyun would be more mature and less obnoxious when they had kids

and they are good parents

but they are still just as obnoxious

so many dad jokes

jeongyeon joins themselves with the dad jokes

kihyun tells dad jokes to the other kids

nayeon tried to teach him to stop but it never sticks

chaeyoung and dahyun share the house  responsibilities, but since chaeyoung works more from home she does the housework more often

but neither of them enjoy it, so it usually takes jeongyeon pestering them to clean it

jeongyeon and chaeyoung have a very sibling like relationship

tzuyu and chaeyoung were roommates and best friends in college

(we also haven’t gotten here yet but when the triplets are five they have a daughter named haeun, she was also a surprise lol)

they are not pta parents

dubchaeng are good parents, but they are fairly obnoxious at times, but it makes their house fun

#twice #hirai momo #im nayeon #son chaeyoung #yoo jeongyeon #kim dahyun #park jihyo #2yeon #twice 2yeon #mohyo #twice mohyo #dubchaeng #twice dubchaeng #misatzu

[coffeecomicsgalore]

A Beauty and the Chat

Summary: A young seamstress looking for adventure becomes part of a chaotic situation when her father is captured by a beast. Love and kindness give her courage and strength to free her father from captivity, only to lock herself in the castle with her hopes and dreams shattered into pieces.Friendships form, kindness blooms, a family reunited, and a rose waits for its final ending.Will she learn to love a beast? And will he learn to love again?

Ao3

Chapter 1

Once upon a time, in the hidden heart of France, a handsome young prince lived in a beautiful castle. Although he could have everything his heart desired, the prince did not have the one thing he wished he could afford – a love to call his own. His mother had died shortly after his thirteenth birthday, and to protect the only heir to the throne, his father selfishly held him behind the walls of the castle, far behind where the young prince could socialize with others. The love he wished to have from his only remaining family member never reached the light of day and the prince’s broken heart shattered into a million pieces.

As the prince grew older, his loneliness and despair only grew worse.  Once his father passed away after his 17th birthday, the prince fell deeper into the abyss, not wanting to leave the castle for fear that death may soon follow him too. No one was allowed in, and the staff on hand were the only ones who could leave on their own accord. The kind-hearted staff chose to stay to be with the boy, lest he shatter away the only glimmer of hope that may still linger in his heart.

Then one night, an unexpected intruder arrived at the castle, seeking shelter from the bitter storm. As a gift, she offered the prince a single rose. Feared by the connection to the outside world and the unwavering darkness that surrounded her, the prince turned the woman away. But she warned him not to be deceived by unexpected kindness, for beauty is found within those unforeseen.

When he dismissed her again, the woman's darkened appearance melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress.

The prince begged for forgiveness, but it was too late, for she had seen that there was no love or kindness in his heart. As punishment, she transformed him into a hideous beast and placed a powerful spell on the castle and all who lived there.

As days bled into years, the prince and his servants were forgotten by the world. For the enchantress had erased all memory of them from the minds of the people they loved. But the rose she had offered was truly an enchanted rose.

If he could learn to love another, and earn their love in return by the time the last petal fell, the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time.

As the years passed, he fell into an unshakable despair and lost all remaining hope that had entered his heart all those years ago. For who could ever learn to love a beast?

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Marinette sighed wearily as she wiped the dusting of flour from her brow. The last of the early morning baking was done, ready for her father to distribute to the villagers outside the bakery doors. Slowly, she tidied up the workspace before she walked towards the stairs leading to her home. She made her way back into her room and promptly changed into a garment that would prove comforting while out in the warm June afternoon.  

She fluffed the light petticoat before placing a blush-colored skirt over it. A white wrist-length blouse was buttoned up to her neck with the tail tucked into the skirt. She slipped on a pair of ballet slippers and tied a white apron around her waist in a pretty bow to finish the outfit. She looked at herself in the mirror, swiping off any remaining evidence from her morning work in the bakery, and tied her hair back into a low pony with a thick red ribbon. Giving herself one last look in the mirror, she breathed a sigh in contentment before turning on her heel to finish her morning duties.

Marinette was radiant and lovely, or as her father always told her, she was downright beautiful. She was a petite young lady, filling nicely into her pretty features at the tender age of 16. Bluebell eyes were full of passion and wonderment, while the raven-stark hair and pink puckered lips accentuated her fair skin. Her calloused fingers were ones of a seamstress who pricked her fingers one too many times, while her strength was of a baker’s daughter who could lift a large bag of flour without succumbing to the weight.  

With the bit of her chores completed for the morning, Marinette made her way to the village of Conques to collect a few items for a dress she was in process of creating. As she moved across the common, she greeted the many shop keepers standing in the market as they called out to the villagers who had come out looking to replenish their bare cupboards. She could see florists calling out for men to bring a bushel home to their wives. A farmer calling out that he had plenty of goat’s milk and fresh laid eggs to spare. Down the way was a man with his horse and cart waiting for men that needed a barber to trim their beards. A shoe-shiner and his stand sat idly in front of the hat shop that had been popular with the ladies. Beside them was the little brick shop that held the many samples of fabric from the various countries their counterparts had traveled to.

Marinette hummed quietly to herself as she held the small wooden basket tightly in her hand dreaming of all of the possibilities she could only hope to have one day. She dreamed of a day where she would be able to design and create garments freely for other women to enjoy. With her mama gone, her father needed as much help as he could get in the bakery. It was the best in the village, and while she was biased, her father’s hard work was proven worthy as the villagers could not wait to buy fresh bread and pastries each morning.

She reached her destination with a smile. “Bonjour, Madam Chamack.”

“Bonjour, Mademoiselle Marinette. Creating a new design already?”

“You know once a design crosses my mind, I have to make it come to life,” she let out a breathy laugh.  

“As I do know.” Mdm. Chamack mirrored Marinette’s laughter. “Do you need assistance or should I let you wander to your heart’s content?”

“I will come find you if my decision needs assistance.”

Marinette walked towards the many bolts of fabric waiting to be used. Beautiful bright colors and soft fabrics made her smile as she brushed her hand softly against the array of choices. None of those stood out for the design in mind, though. She continued to hum the song her mother would sing to her during her restless nights, giving her solace as she thought over the many choices. As if the world shifted into position, a pale blue fabric had come into view. Marinette sashayed her way over to the fabric to inspect it further. It was the pale blue color that her mother adored, and it had white flowers embroidered to the edge of the bolt. The softness and color were exactly what she had in mind, and the flowers only added to the uniqueness and favorability.

The young lady purchased her cut and said her goodbyes, venturing through the common back towards her home. She walked in a comfortable silence, greeting the fellow villagers as she basked in the warm sun. Her mind was already thinking of new possible ideas for aprons and she took the opportunity to sit at the fountain steps to sketch out some designs.

Marinette enjoyed moments like these. Her father understood Marinette’s passion in design and allowed her freedom to do as she wished. It was all he wanted for her until things had been difficult a few years back. But he never did waver from her desires. He only asked that she help at home before turning her attention elsewhere.

Some of her favorite areas to think and draw are the ones that were bustling with people. She enjoyed seeing the garments that the women wore in the village, some of which inspired her to create better pieces, items that could be useful in the home. One time, she noticed a woman using her apron as a basket, holding her eggs so they wouldn’t fall from her hands. It inspired her to design an apron with almost 20 slots, each slot large enough to hold one egg each. A few of the woman loved the idea so much that they commissioned an apron from her.

Humming her mother’s tune as she sketched, she didn’t notice the tall blond and his brunette friend watching her from the edge of the common.

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“You know, Lila, she is the most beautiful girl in the village. No other can compare to her.” The tall muscular blond said as he watched her keenly.  

“You’re right. She’s simply the best.” Lila said with an eyeroll. “So, what are you going to do about it?”

“I’ve told you. I swear I wonder if you have anything working up there in your mind.” Felix glanced at his companion then sighed. “But she is simply the best. I’m going to ask her to marry me. I deserve the best to be by my side.”

Felix made his way towards the flower cart and grabbed a bushel of flowers. “I’m going to woo Marinette and then find her Father and ask for his blessing. It won’t be hard to find the old man. Best baker in town, you know! But I need to woo her first.” Felix said as he straightened his overcoat. “That girl has avoided me one too many times.”

Lila crossed her arms and watched her partner in action. She chose to stay near the cart, watching another failed attempt of Felix trying to impress the blue-eyed beauty.  

---

Marinette finished another line of her newest design when a lingering shadow crossed over her sketchpad. Looking up, Marinette noticed the specific features that she had come to learn over the last few months. Pausing her work, she placed the pencil on her book and looked up to see the blond standing confidently in front of her.

“Felix.” She said with sugar-covered annoyance. “Lovely seeing you here.”

“Not as lovely as you are, my dear Marinette.” Felix bowed and offered her the flowers. Marinette grabbed the bushel hesitantly and made her way to stand.  

“Thank you, Felix. You really didn’t have to-”

“But I do!” Felix cut in sharply. “Marinette, you are an absolute delight. Anyone would love to have you alongside them.”

Marinette gave him a lopsided smile, one that was disgusted at the words but still trying to show gratitude in the action, no matter how much it pained her to do so. “Is that so? Luckily, I have my father for that.” She smiled to him sweetly.

Felix’s bright smile dropped to a confused glare. His voice, whether it was purposeful or not, was laced with threatening sincerity. “Marinette. You shouldn’t waste time waiting for things. That includes a suitor. The last thing you want to become is a spinster in this village. People are none to kind.”

Marinette looked cautiously at Felix before looking back down to the flowers in her hand. This was not how her life would be. She knew that there was so much more out there to the world and being stranded in this quiet village seemed suffocating at times. But being with Felix? Felix, the boorish man who believed that she should be another trophy for his home? That was the last thing she wanted.

“Thank you, Felix,” she said as she handed back the bouquet, “but I have plenty of flowers in my garden and adventures in my heart that need to be lived. I must go. I know my father needs me.”

Marinette gathered her things and made a quick trot towards the bakery. Felix, stood frozen in his position and stunned at the swift interaction, watched as the blue-eyed beauty walked away. Anger started to fester in his chest.

Lila sauntered towards her friend and placed a hand on his shoulder. “And that makes rejection number 52. Ready to give up lover boy?”

“Lila,” Felix seethed as he tossed the flowers to the ground, “she will be mine. I will make sure of it.”

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Marinette made it to the doors of the bakery where she caught a glimpse of a large burly man with his tray of fresh breads. Marinette smiled as she reached her father, placing a quick peck to his cheek.

“Bonjour, papa.”  

“Bonjour, mon cherie. Thank you for cleaning the kitchen and completing your morning chores.”

Marinette smiled, “Of course papa. Maman taught me well.”

Sabine was a petite woman with fierceness in her belly. She took care of the family well, serving her husband and daughter with all the love and care in the world. She helped her husband in the bakery while also making time to teach Marinette how to sew. Her laugh was contagious and her passions were ever present around them. She fell ill and passed a few years ago and her lack of presence left a hole in their lives. But they trudged forward in memory of her.  

“Papa?” Marinette questioned as she picked up the last baguette on the tray and placed it on a full one. “Do you believe there is so much more out there than what our village offers?”  

Tom looked sadly at his daughter, taking in the hidden meaning behind her words. “Of course there is. The adventure is out there. You have to listen to your heart and follow it.”

Marinette looked to the tray and added a few more rolls to it. “Felix believes that I'm waiting for nothing. He implied that marrying him would be better than what my heart wants.”

“What is it that you want?”

Marinette looked to her father for a moment and then out the large window that showcased the rolling hills on the outskirts of the village. A cool breeze entered the bakery, bringing in a coolness in the otherwise warm space. She closed her eyes, allowing the air to circulate around her, filling her lungs with encouragement and strength as she listened to her heart. “A life beyond the walls of this village.” She turned back to her father. “I want to live a life where I can be at peace with myself and be loved for my kindness and warm heart. I want to face adventures with someone willing to take me along. I want to spend my days looking forward to tomorrow. I want to feel free.”

Tom walked to her and engulfed her in a hug. “You will have all that,” he assured her. “Life is an adventure all in itself. Follow your heart and it will bring you to the life you were destined to live.”

“Thanks, papa. You mean the world to me.” She pulled back and smiled. “Now let’s get your cart ready for tomorrow. You have a long night of traveling if you want to make it to Grande-Vabre by morning.”

He smiled brightly back to her. “Then let’s not waste any time.”

Characters:

Belle - Marinette Maurice (Belle's Father) - Tom Gaston - Felix LeFou - Lila Prince (Adam) - Adrien

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[redefiningthirtysomething]

Since yesterday's tragic event unfolded I've just been thinking about Vanessa Bryant constantly. As a mother and wife I think about that moment she received the news and what went through her mind. Obviously I don't know her, but I just want to hug her. I have prayed for god to give her strength, give her guidance, it's all too much ... losing your husband and daughter in the same day is beyond imaginable. I pray and pray that she has support and her truest of friends are beside her, helping her in this time and in the times to come .

I can't stop thinking about what their last words may have been to each other. Did they give each other a kiss goodbye? A hug? In my mind, they did. In my mind, little Gigi ran to her bedroom to say goodbye, gave her a kiss and ran off with her daddy. What hurts more ? They both do, honestly but I think for ME, as much as I absolutely adore my husband, I think losing my daughter would have a lot more sting. Thinking about it hurts. I just imagine, and cry. But I dont know ... or understand what she is going through. I hate that it takes something like this to stop us in our tracks. I was definitely jolted from mine. We take our loved ones being with us for granted and always think they'll come back home. But that is not always the case.

I'm not much of a sports fan, but I always knew about Kobe Bryant. I'm from LA and he's definitely a staple. Plus he's from my generation and it just feels like we lost a childhood friend. I was lucky enough to have been to a Lakers game and watch from box seats many years ago. I'm reminded of watching games from home with my ex boyfriend. My cousin always updating his Facebook feed with the score and posting updates. "Lakeshow"

Ooooh so so unbelievable still.

Seriously, LOVE your people. Love them with everything you have. I felt anxiety today as my daughter left for school. I kissed and hugged her before dropping her off. I decided I wouldn't let the baby's cry frustrate me today and I would sit with her if she needed me too, the dishes really CAN wait. Eli wasn't feeling well, he stayed home and asked if he could take a nap. I kept the baby occupied so he could rest, I rubbed his hair so he could doze off. Things I should always do, but with life constantly changing and busy schedules, I tend to always be chaotic and challenging to be in the moment. But I have to remember what is important.

We forget, well I forget sometimes, that we are all going to die one day, we don't know what day or when ... so while we are alive we just really need to LOVE and LIVE. LIVE TODAY, NOW! life is just too short. ❤

I'll continue praying for this fellow mama, I don't think there's really anything else I can really do but offer prayers and ask god to give her as much strength, support, time and love that she needs right now.

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