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can-of-pringles · 1 year

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ok ok one more:

Mari and Peter take kid Rosie (you decide what age) to a town fair/carnival.

Thanks for the prompt!

Rating: Gen

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1k

"Okay, now, remember to stay close to us while we're here." Marigold reminded her daughter as they walked to the entrance of the carnival.

Rosie lightly sighed but listened, holding onto both her parents' hands. "I won't run away!"

"We're only asking because we've never been here before, and it's a fairly big place. You could get lost easily." Peter added.

"You would find me if I got lost," she pointed out.

He pressed his lips into a fine line. "Okay, yeah, obviously, but we're not going to let that happen, right?"

Rosie shook her head. "No. Won't let it happen."

"Good." Marigold sighed in half exasperation at the conversation and relief. "Now I need to pay for these tickets."

The little girl cheered and started rambling about what she was going to do once they entered. Peter smiled and agreed, talking about some of the fast rides.

"But you are fast already?" She asked.

"Yeah, but sometimes it's nice to let the machines do the work, it's more of like a lazy river situation for me." He explained.

"Lazy river?"

"Mari, remind me to write down that we need to take Rosie to a water park,"

Already holding the tickets, she placed them in her purse, and raised an eyebrow at his request. "We're literally at the carnival right now and we're already planning another trip?"

"I didn't say that... I was just putting the idea out there. And besides, it could be like a bigger family trip." Peter shrugged.

"Just don't say D-I-S-N-E-Y while talking about trips right now." Marigold whispered.

Rosie furrowed her little eyebrows as she tried to decipher her mother's coded message. "Does it have to do with ducks?"

"Nope, and stop guessing. We should be going on all the rides, right?" Peter reminded.

Forgetting about the secret at the mention of rides, Rosie grinned and cheered. "Let's go!"

"Alright, we're going in. Please don't yank my arm off." Marigold chuckled at her excitement.

"Yeah, we're not made out of Legos," Peter added.

Rosie giggled and looked around at all the bright colorful lights and carnival music, widening her eyes at all the sights.

"It's beautiful!" She grinned.

"You know what's really beautiful? Look." Peter pointed at the decorated carousel horses.

Rosie gasped and started begging her parents to go on it first.

"And I thought you were afraid of horses?" Marigold teased lightly.

He scoffed. "Okay, one, I am not afraid of horses, I just value my life around unpredictable thousand-pound animals. And two, these are carnival horses that aren't real."

He grimaced at Rosie's slightly sad face. "Okay, they're not like real real... real outside of this place!"

She smiled and nodded, feeling assured. "Real in our minds!"

"Nice save," Marigold muttered.

They walked towards the carousel, Rosie choosing a white horse with purple ribbons in its mane. "This one!"

Peter picked her up and placed her gently on the saddle molded to the horse. "Wrap your hands around the pole here, and I'll also hold you so you don't lose balance."

Once she was situated, Rosie was losing her patience. "Let's ride!"

"Hold on, let me find a horse," Marigold replied as she got on a brown horse with red ribbons.

Realizing only she and her mother were riding, Rosie furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

"You're not riding?" She asked Peter.

"No, it's safer for me to stand next to you, y'know the balance thing. I'm fine, really, I don't need to ride."

He didn't need their carnival experience to be suddenly interrupted by Rosie somehow slipping. Was he being overly cautious? Probably. Did he care? Not really.

Marigold shot him a look, eyebrow slightly raised. He shrugged and she didn't pry anymore; rather him be too careful than not enough. However she felt about the situation at hand, Marigold appreciated the gentle and protective side of him.

"Okay... promise to really ride another ride next time," Rosie insisted.

"Of course."

The ride started and they began to slowly spin, the spinning reaching a good comfortable speed as they went around.

"Weee!" Rosie cheered.

Marigold chuckled. "Go horse! Go!"

"Needs a name!" The girl suggested.

"Hmm..." Her mother pondered. "This noble steed is sir Gallop." She spoke with a fake fancy voice.

"Yay! Sir Gallop and Princess Snow." Rosie grinned.

"Princess Snow, huh? It suits her," Peter commented, slightly leaning against another horse.

"She's the fastest horse here!" She bragged.

"Really? Is she faster than me?"

"Well, duh, she's a horse. She has more than two legs, so obviously she runs faster," Rosie spoke matter-of-factly.

Peter stammered as he thought of what to respond with and ended up scoffing.

Marigold quietly laughed to herself.

"I don't think horses work like that..." He frowned.

"Normal horses don't."

He sat there in silence until he shrugged and muttered an 'I guess'

The ride sped up, spinning faster. Rosie cheered and without thinking, raised her hands up in the air. Peter caught her as soon as she began to slip.

"You're alright, remember to hold on, okay?" He assured the surprised girl.

She quickly nodded and gripped the pole tighter.

Peter glanced at Marigold with a knowing look and she shook her head and sighed, realizing he had been right.

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Marigold and Rosie walked around the carnival by themselves as Peter waited in line for one of the roller coasters. Rosie was too short to ride and couldn't be left by herself. Marigold didn't mind, she didn't like roller coasters much anyway.

"We're not going to go too far, but I know you don't want to wait around," Marigold said.

"Yeah, 'cause it's boring," Rosie spoke dramatically.

"So much like her father..." She thought.

"After he's done maybe we could get some food? How does popcorn and corn dogs sound?"

The girl's eyes lit up and she gasped at the mention of the tasty food. "Yes!"

Marigold chuckled at her enthusiasm. "I can't remember the last time I had a corn dog... I think it would be good with ranc—ow!" She exclaimed. "Rosie, why did you tug on my arm? It hurt..."

"Look!" She pointed at the face-painting booth across from the roller coaster.

"If you wanted my attention, you could've just spoken up."

Rosie frowned lightly. "I'm sorry, Mommy. Could I get my face painted?"

"Thank you for saying sorry, and yes, of course." She smiled.

"Yay! Will you get one too?"

Marigold hummed. "I don't know... I'm slightly sensitive to the makeup. Probably not."

"Okay," Rosie replied, not too upset by this.

She led her mother to the booth and was greeted by the painter.

"So, do you want to take a look at the options?" They smiled, pointing at the chart.

"Can you paint ducks?" Rosie asked immediately.

"Like Donald Duck?"

She shook her head. "Any ducks."

"Like just a regular duck," Marigold clarified.

"Sure, why don't you take a seat here." They instructed.

Rosie grinned and sat down on the stool.

"Try to stay as still as you can,"

"Here you go." Marigold handed her daughter a small spinning toy to hold in her hands whilst she sat.

"She has trouble sitting still and having something to fidget with helps," Marigold added when the painter looked at her.

"Oh, that's so helpful. So many fidgety kids, am I right?"

Marigold lightly chuckled. "Yeah, totally. Many fidgety people in general."

She took a seat while she waited for Rosie's makeover to be finished.

---

After Peter was finished, he stood around near the roller coaster area, looking for his wife and daughter.

He grinned and waved when he saw them waving back. Rosie sprinted over to him first.

"Look! Look! Look at my face!" Rosie pointed to her cheeks, one duck on one cheek and the second duck on the other.

"Oh, hey! Look at that!" Peter chuckled and smiled. "You got your face painted."

She nodded and began to make a quacking noise as if the ducks on her face were talking.

"Did you have fun?" Marigold asked him.

"Yeah, it was pretty relaxing."

"I still don't understand how a roller coaster could be relaxing... but whatever." She furrowed her brows and smiled in amusement.

"Well, they are!"

"Yeah. Are you hungry? I brought it up with miss duckie that we could get some popcorn and corn dogs after you were finished with the ride." She suggested.

"Oh, yes! I am starving!" He agreed.

"That's what I thought you'd say." She smiled.

---

After they ate and went on a few more rides together, it was getting rather late. The sky faded from blue to pink. The family was walking through the grounds when Rosie spotted something yellow and fuzzy.

A huge plush duck was hanging from one of the booths, a prize to be won. Rosie's eyes widened at the sight of it.

"Look! Look at it!" She pointed.

"You want to try to win it?" Marigold asked.

"Yes!" She jumped up and down ecstatically.

"Okay, sounds like a job for me," Peter smirked.

"I want to do it together!" Rosie whined.

"Alright, alright, you guys can try to win it together. It looks like you just shoot the target." Marigold placed her hands on Peter and Rosies' shoulders.

"Yeah, let's do this, Rosie!"

"Yay!"

---

Rosie climbed up the tall stool and grabbed the gun. Peter stood next to her and helped hold the gun steady.

"Alright, are you ready?" He asked.

"Yes!" She said fiercely.

"I'll aim and you shoot." Peter instructed.

Rosie nodded and the game's lights turned on; bright bulbs flashed in patterns and music began to play.

"Shoot! Press the trigger!" He exclaimed.

Rosie quickly started firing, and he worked on moving and aiming the gun at the targets.

"One more target!"

Rosie hit the last target and it fell down. The music turned into victory music and the lights flashed green.

"Yay!" She cheered.

"You did it! You won!" Peter grinned.

"We won!"

Marigold clapped and cheered.

Peter pointed to the duck hanging up and the carnival worker took it down and handed it to him. He handed the duck to its new owner.

Rosie struggled to hold it, barely able to walk without stumbling. It was almost as big as her.

"Here, why don't I hold it until we get to the car." Peter offered.

Rosie huffed but agreed, handing it to him.

"Are we really going home?" She frowned.

"It's getting late, Ro. Aren't you getting sleepy?" Marigold asked.

"No!" She protested but then yawned.

"Well, that was our last ticket..." Peter added.

"We can always come back, sweetie." She smiled.

The girl sighed and nodded.

They walked out of the carnival towards the parking lot. Already fading fast, Marigold held a sleepy Rosie in her arms while Peter held the duck.

"So, have you thought of a name?" Peter asked.

"What?" Rosie blinked, eyelids getting heavy.

"For the duck," Marigold continued.

"Oh... Um... Big Dude."

The parents laughed.

"Big Dude... Alright." Marigold nodded slowly.

"I mean, he is a big dude, he's the size of Rosie!" Peter defended.

"True." She chuckled.

"Did you have fun at the carnival?" Marigold asked her daughter when they found their car.

"Yeah! I want to go again!"

"We will go back at some point," she assured.

"Totally, maybe next time we can come back with more friends and family," Peter added.

"Yay...!" Rosie yawned.

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roeknowsbest · 9 months

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ೀ ﹒﹒ favorite names compilation !

ur fav musings girly again here with the first of my christmas goodies . my favorite thing to do is these name compilations so i decided to create another masterlist of my absolute favorite ones ( some old , mostly new ) anyways all i ask is that if u found this useful , u like or reblog to show ur support . i hope everyone is enjoying the holiday season ♡

- a : abella, ardella, ares, aire, arden, ayla, arie, alder, august, aymes, atlas, alina, alora, aryn.

- b : beau, babette, belle, blake, briar, bronte, banks, boston, bishop.

- c : cassiel, clara, celeste, camden, chandler, collins, clay, cartier, chanel, cosima.

- d : dove, dream, danica, delaney, drue, denver, dacey, delcy, darcy, dahlia.

- e : elodie, emory, emrys, elio, elowynne, emerson, evie, edie, estoria, esme, effy, evans.

- f : flora, faye, fallon, ford, forbes, finnick.

- g : gaia, geles, greer, gensen.

- h : hera, hudson, hampton, heath, harlowe.

- i : isla, inara, ilia.

- j : juniper, josefine, jane, jovie, joey.

- k : kiersten, kairo, kaia, kian, kouvr, keanu.

- l : lysander, lanie, lorena, lawson, lux, ludo, lourdes.

- m : marla, marigold, maren, maeve, marlowe, miller, monet.

- n : neah, north, nola, nell, noel, nariah, niamh, nami.

- o : ozzy, orion.

- p : presley, posy, pearl, porter, pacey, paxon.

- r : reed, ruelle, raya, romey, ryker, rhode, reign, rafe, rohan, raiden, remi, rion, rhiannon, reece, river, raine, rumer, reem, rhys.

- s : selah, soraya, sarifya, savion, sloane, sol, soren, scout, saint, striker, serafina, sabina, sutter.

- t : teal, twila, tristan, tobie, tripp, teague, tate.

- v : vienna, vega, vera, vincenzo.

- w : wren, winter, winona, winnie, wilder, weston.

- x : xaverie, xylah, xiomara, xander.

- y : yves, yara.

- z : zephyr.

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misstycloud · 1 year

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New beginning:

Yandere husband x wife reader x platonic son.

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Moving to a new city can be a difficult experience. A new house, a new school, new friends and unfamiliar surroundings. Especially hard can it be if you're forced to bring undesired company. That was the case for Andrew. The new house was built very recently, with a modern interior and tall windows and a supplemental garden filled with beautiful vegetation. Many would say he was lucky to live in such a house, but he much preferred his old home. He only felt dread when the car rolled up in the driveway, sealing his fate. Andrew sensed a comforting hand on his shoulder. He looked up to see his mother send him a gentle smile.

"We're here, come on let's check out the place."

The boy thanked the heavens for his mother, she was the only one with the ability to cheer him up. What would he do without her? He beamed and stepped out of the vehicle. (Y/n) grabbed her sons' hand and pulled him along to admire the flowerbeds planted in front of the house. There were a considerable amount of carnations, dahlias and marigolds. It reminded the boy about all those times when he and his small family went out to the park, all those years ago. When his father was still alive. He really missed those times, times when his sweet mother wasn't with that asshole. When that thing didn't exist. Before his spiteful mood strayed too far, a familiar voice interrupted them. For Andrew it was like hearing nails on a chalkboard.

"Hey, you coming?" A young man in his early thirties came out of the house. In his arms slept a baby.

"Yes we'll be there shortly. Just have to carry these boxes inside first."

"Want me to help?" Her husband asked and slightly tilted his head to the side.

"No, I'll be fine."

(Y/n) proceeded to unload the boxes from the trunk, and placed them on the ground. Andrew wanted to help her but struggled with the weight of the boxes. He tried renewing his grip, but it did not prevent the cardboard from slipping. The young boy was already annoyed, which didn't alleviate when the person he hated most only added fuel to the fire.

"Need help with that, kid?" His step-father stopped right by his side and glanced down at him. Andrew frowned and spat fiercely at him.

"Why would I need help from the likes of you?"

"Andrew! Apologise to Evan right now." His mother scolded him.

"Nah it’s fine, honey."

"But-"

"Let's just start unpack these boxes and have dinner after. Sounds good?" (Y/n) reluctantly nodded and went into the house.

Evan turned back to face Andrew. It might have been the lighting, but Andrew could have sworn there was malice behind those blue eyes.

Andrews' new room was spacious with a balcony, giving a pleasant view on the garden. Despite it being the bigger than his former room, it did not coach him into liking his current home any more.

Why did they have to move? He liked his old home, old school where all his friends were. Now he's forced to start over and with them still here. Andrew would have been fine with it if it was just him and his mom, alas it seems like you can't have everything.

He laid down on the floor, staring up in the ceiling. He thought about when his father died. He remembers hating hearing his mom cry herself to sleep every night.

Many came to the funeral, all his aunts, uncles, cousins along with family friends. They all cried except him.

He was in shock they say. He wasn't sure himself, all he knew was that he felt numb. Like it wasn't real, but it was. Afterward it was just him and his mom. They went about their lives as normal, although they were much closer than before-if possible.

He's a certified mamas boy, all right.

He couldn't imagine a life without her. Andrew felt so happy when she played with him, cuddled with him, read to him before putting him to sleep every night. Now however, they don't get to do those things as much.

It's that Evan and their new baby. It's always crying. Always hungry.

Always there. Always demanding attention.

How he detested that thing. Because of it his mother never got time for him.

They used to play all the time but now her full concentration was constantly on the baby. Sometimes, he is even tasked with keeping watch on him. It things like 'can you keep an eye on your brother a second, so I can bring in the groceries?'- or - 'Why don't you try holding your little brother for a bit?'.

All of his relatives fawn over his younger half-brother.

Treating him like a miracle. When voicing his complains, the only responses he get is that he should stop acting so childish and that he'll eventually come to adore Eli. His aunt once said to him.

'Better not say these thing to your mommy, or she will get really sad. No mother want her children to hate each other.'

Fearing to hurt his mom, he never told her of his resentment. Andrew blinked and sat up inspecting all the boxes. Some stacked on top of each other, building a tower.

'I better get to work or I'll be done next year.'

A few weeks after they first arrive, the family had settled in nicely. Most had been unpacked but there were some moving boxes sitting somewhere.

The neighbours greeted them the second day in town. They came over with a new baked blueberry pie. Awfully friendly people one might say.

Their former neighbours didn't as much look at them, let alone bring them pastry's. Apparently they were swedes.

In the evenings the sun shone inside the house and brought a lovely golden hue. You could just relax in the glow, close your eyes and drift off. Something Andrew decided to do a lot. He especially needed it after an annoying day in school. The boy always told his mother the academy had great teachers and his classmates were so friendly. He would make so many friends in the future! But the truth was that the school had 'okay' teachers, and only some of his classmates were friendly. Not many wanted to give him time of the day actually, being the new word kid and all. Andrew had friends in his former school but they were few in between.

'Not everyone could keep up with him', he liked to imagine. For he was indeed the smartest boy in his grade and since it made his mother very happy, he did everything to keep the title.

During the afternoons, the sun shine inside covering the entire house in a golden hue. Lazing around in the living room just reading or thinking deeply was wonderful then. Mixed with the afternoon glow, it gave the feeling of peace and calmness. It was one of the finest hours spent his new home.

In the course of one of such afternoons, (Y/n) was currently working away on her laptop. Andrew entered and smiled when spotting his dear mother. In his hands resided a orange ball waiting to be tossed around.

"Hey, mom?"

(Y/n) turned her gaze up to see her oldest son staring expectantly at her. She hummed lovingly in response.

"Yes, honey? What is it?"

"Can you play with me, I've been bored all day?" He pleaded.

"I'm a bit busy right now though..."

the woman hated turning down her child. Especially since he knew very well when to bring out the 'puppy eyes'. She glanced around the room and as she watched her youngest play in the carpet, she got an idea. (Y/n) suggested that he play with Eli to cure his boredom.

"Why don't you play with Eli? Im sure he would love to be with his brother."

On cue, the small child peered up at them. He made happy gurgling noises when he noticed his big brother. After all, he didn't see much of Andrew at home. He was always busy doing homework or playing by himself. Being reminded of the baby, Andrew felt himself withdrawal with repulsion. No way was he going to play with him. Evan had already been enough of a bother, but then suddenly had his mother fallen pregnant and next thing he knew, that thing had plopped out. He recalls when his mother told him the news. She was ecstatic and so was Evan. After their wedding they had already planned to move-one of the reasons being work- and now they had another reason to start fresh.

Somewhere new, somewhere where no one knew them, somewhere with no memories of the past.

Despite wanting nothing more than (Y/n) to be happy, he couldn't find any joy himself in the news. He would have a sibling now? He wouldn't be the only child? He would have someone to play with now, he guessed. But it wasn't really that important since he was more of a studious kid. Andrew's thoughts ran wild, there was one thought that stood out however.

Now he would be forced to share his mom.

Andrew didn't want that! What is she liked the new baby better than him? That wouldn't do. The boy was horribly afraid you'd prefer your baby over him and you'd just toss him aside. Throwing out his stuff and maybe make him live with his grandparents. It was a nightmare he had many times afterwards. The fear of abandonment gnawed at him like a rat.

(Y/n) watched as the light in her son's eyes vanished into nothingness. He obviously wasn't satisfied with her reply. On one hand she really would like to play with Andrew, but on the other hand she also really needed to finish her work. Panicked she tried to come up with another solution and as her knight in shining armour, Evan came to her rescue.

He must have listened to their conversation and decided to step up.

"Hey kid, wanna play with me instead? ”

Andrew deliberately scrutinised Evan with a cold look. He then proceeded to firmly shake his head and say

"No, not you."

"Andrew, don't say that. Evan is a part of this family." His mother's voice sounded. But her son only turned to look her in the eyes with a somewhat sad and anxious expression, which followed by him rushing outside.

"Andrew wait!"

But he was already too far out of reach to hears his mothers pleas. (Y/n) sighed defeatedly and pitched the bridge of her nose. Evan attempted to comfort his wife by saying he'll talk to Andrew and that they'll both come to a mutual understanding about respect, before running out the back door after Andrew.

The mother didn't have a clue to what she did for thing to end up like this. Sure, she had a feeling Andrew wasn't the biggest fan of Evan but she kinda hoped that would disappear over time. Maybe she was a bad mom for dating someone her child didn't have the most loving opinion of, but did she not deserve some happiness as well?

When Andrew's father died, she was heartbroken. Who wouldn't be when the love of your life and father of your child suddenly passes away? When she finally decided to get out there and start dating again, she noticed her dates would abruptly draw back. Like they would meet up and then her date just didn't appear interested anymore, even though they seemed to click.

Maybe the bearings of already having a child just wasn't appealing? Because when she introcued Andrew to them, was around the same time when they messaged they'd like to stop pursuing the relationship. She could understand how they felt though. So she didn't blame them for anything. She was just sad that's all. Sad that she might never find that happiness again. Until she met him.

Evan was the only one who decided to stay. Despite her son's snarky comments and glares from the opposite side of the table. (Y/n) felt forever grateful for all the things he did for her. For loving her so dearly. For never forgetting a special day, like birthdays and anniversaries. For making her so incredibly happy while going down on one knee. As well as giving her a second beautiful son who she'd love with all her heart.

Speaking of, that little bundle of joy stretched his arms out trying to reach for his mother. (Y/n) chuckled and went to pick him up and held him fondly while smothering his forehead with kisses.

"You're my little angel, Eli."

Under a tree sat a young boy sulking by himself. He was upset, very upset. His mother chose someone else over him. Okay, he knew it wasn't really like that but it still felt like it. She had chosen a scum over him. Her own son! He didn't deserve the love his mom gave. Not when the one who actually deserved it was Andrew.

He had been successful in preventing a relationship every time his mother had met someone. Every time! But not Evan. He didn't let Andrew scare him in the slightest. Not his death glares. Not his degrading comments. Not even the mean pranks. In fact, Evan didn't as much as flinch when he found a dead rat in his shoe, nor when he found out the eggs Andrew so happily made him were way outdated. Nothing ever seemed to phase him. That wasn't the only thing about him.

Evan was also...weird. Very weird.

Before they moved the their new home, Andrew would sometimes hear strange noise outside at night. It was when Evan slept over at their house. He basically lived there, even though he had his own apartment. So when the boy woke up during those nights and listened to where the sound came from, he took a look outside.

There in the garden had he spotted a tall silhouette. Andrew had quickly backed away from the window when the shadow had looked up towards his window. He was lucky he tought, because it appeared that the figure did not see him. The boy had then continued to observe the shadow. It seemed like it was digging. But why was a stranger digging in his backyard in the middle of the night? Imagine his surprise when he saw the moon's shine lit up a portion of the strangers face. It was only for a second, and he didn't know the person well at all. But there was no mistake. The 'stranger' in his backyard was none other than Evan. You also can't forget the strange sounds coming from the basement. Evan was the only one who went down there, he allegedly used it as his study. His mother wouldn't know anything since she didn't have a reason to go down there and if she needed something Evan would be the first to volunteer.

Lost in thought he almost didn't notice that said person was currently approaching him. Andrew scowled at his step-father and averted his sights to the grass beneath him. A pair of black shoes soon replaced his vision.

"Hey, Andrew." Evan began.

"......."

"I know that we might not get along well but can you at least try? For you mom?" The man asked in a hopeful tone but received no answer. He prepared to repeat himself again, but was surprised at the high pitched voice that suddenly murmured something imperceptible.

"I can't hear you, what did you say?"

Evan leaned in closer with the intention of catching the boy's muffled words.

"Fuck you.." Andrew glared at him.

The man's eyes widened. He wouldn't have guessed this is what the boy was trying to say. Nasty criticism was nothing new from Andrew. But never had he sworn at him. Only things like; where he came from and what he ate to his fashion choice. Evan's expression converted into a perilous smile.

"That's not nice little Andy." He said.

"Don't call me that!" The lad swung his scrawny arm at the older man, but it was easily caught in a tight grip. Andrew froze as he stared into two malicious orbs.

"I will call you whatever I want because I'm the adult here. Listen; I don't like you and I know you don't like me either, but you will do as I say. Because if you don't- well we already have a replacement for you." The man smirked while he watched as Andrew's face distort.

"I also don't want (Y/n) to be unhappy. She wants this new life to go well and your little antics keeps making her sad, and I doubt you want to cause your mother pain. So you will stop your pathetic tantrums and be a good boy from now on, okay?"

Evan released his grip on Andrew's arm and stood up. He began waking back towards the house, but not before turning around and saying.

"Be nice to your daddy from now on."

Andrew caressed his sore arm and winced. He could already feel a bruise forming. Guess he would have to borrow some makeup from mom's bag to cover it up. Looking through the window he could clearly see his mother and step-father conversing happily; like the previous three minutes didn't happen.

Just like he said.

Weird

God how he hated that little brat! If he could just get rid of him, then everything would be alright. It would be absolutely perfect with only the three of them as a family.

Evan Carter was no ordinary man. He can't even begin to count how many immoral acts he's committed. Assault, robbery, blackmail, murder.

But that was not all. He realised from a young age that he was different. Many times did he witness the emotions of people around him, the good ones and the negative ones. But not a single emotion could he relate to.

When he tripped and fell as a young boy, he simply stood up again, shedding no tears.

When his middle school soccer team won his towns annual sports tournament, Evan did not understand the length of his teammates joy.

Don't get him wrong he can feel things, although his feeling weren't as prominent or strong like others. Further, when he was in high school and all the other kids started to focus on finding partners, the boy could care less about it. It continued that way even when he wasn’t a young boy anymore and time had carried him into the life of adulthood.

Until he met her.

(Y/n) was his light. They’d met three years ago at a party hosted by a mutual friend. She had been so beautiful that night. With her rosy cheeks and enchanting eyes. She had him trapped the moment they shook hands. Evan wanted to punch himself for thinking he could make it alone in this world. Before her, the domestic lifestyle appeared pointless; Now it was all he wished for.

The day they of their wedding was the best day of his life. Everything went splendidly and the decision to move to a new city had just been finalised. Seeing his wife pregnant with his child made him so happy. Evan loved his wife and son so, so, so much!

Their new life would be amazing if it wasn't for one time detail. His wife's son from her previous relationship.

How awful that brat was.

Always insulting him and being rude, even though he hadn't done anything to deserve it. It was quite obvious he was trying to scare him away. But Evan was not like those other shallow men Andrew had succeeded in frightening. No, he was there to stay.

Evan knew his temper would soon hit breaking point. Still, he didn't desire to kill the boy. Not yet at least. He saw how much (Y/n) loved him and knew how heartbroken she would be if he died. She was unknowingly the only reason he was still alive.

But perhaps in the future, who knows? A small accident may occur.

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risetherivermoon · 10 months

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random marauders asks: do you have any Evan Rosier headcanons?

🤭 oh yes yes yes

i believe that Evan was on the quidditch team but not Barty, and that he played as a beater

i think Evan wears a lot of jewelry that he steals from his family,

Evan's patronus is a fox

Evan was petty, like he did a lot of things just out of spite. The type of person to jump off a cliff because someone told him he wouldn't do it, and Barty is such an enabler

Evan's hands and arms are constantly covered in little drawing's because both Barty and Pandora like to doodle,

Evan and Reg were childhood friends,

Remus and Evan were actually pretty good friends,

Evan isn't much of a reader but he will read anything if Barty suggests it to him, because he absolutely loves seeing him ramble

he absolutely loves coffee, but hates tea with a burning passion

he has hypersomnia, and will sleep anywhere and everywhere

Evan loves makeup, but he hates doing his own, he will only do Dorcas' and Pandora's, and occasionally Barty's, but he hates the sensory of having it on his own face

Evan's favorite flowers are marigolds,

Evan's favorite class is DADA, and he is insanely good at it, but don't think he won't pretend to be stumped to ask Barty for help,

Evan and James had beef for like, a while. Even Barty and James became friend's before them, and whenever people ask Evan why, he says "I don't like men with glasses." (it's because he likes messing with Regulus)

Evan is the only person other than Pandora that Regulus will say out loud that he enjoys being around (maybe it's a Rosier thing)

Dorcas has designed most of Evan's tattoos

Evan was a prefect and the head boy for his year

Pandora and Evan can just look at eachother to know what the other is thinking, and Pandora is usually the one to help Evan when he's upset

Evan is insanely good at dueling, but he's very nonchalant about it

Evan once got his wand disarmed in a duel with one of the other hogwarts students, and he then proceeded to shout "muggle way!" and punch them in the face,

he has gotten into detention for sleeping in class, and then just slept in detention,

he is actually the most clumsiest uncoordinated guy ever, and he has scratches and bandaids all over him 24-7 (and the bandaids are always colored and themed)

he is possessive as fuck, he will actually glare anyone down that even looks in Barty's direction and will proceed to plan a murder,

Evan likes putting little braids in people's hair all the time, and which is the reason why both Reg and Barty have them all over their hair,

Evan figures out Dorcas likes Marlene before Dorcas herself figures it out,

Evan goes nonverbal when stressed, and he paces a ton,

Evan is so used to Barty's clinginess that when someone hugs him from behind he just knows its him,

Barty and Evan share beds a ton, and the first time it happened was because Barty was having a hard day and Evan snuck in and held him through the night,

Evan cries when he's mad,

He has a marble collection, because Mcgonagall has a jar of them in her classroom that he has been slowly stealing from since first year

Evan is completely and totally scared of all bugs ever, and he has to get reg or barty to kill them when they get into the dorm,

Evan cannot run at all, he is on the quidditch team but he has no strength in his legs whatsoever,

Evan was insanely good at muggle cooking, and he always wanted to be chef , have a restaurant and live in a muggle city,

well thats all i can think or rn, but absolutely adore my boy, so here you are 🤭🫶

thank u sm for the ask!!

#marauders #marauders era #harry potter #hp #dead gay wizards #evan rosier #regulus black #james potter #remus lupin #barty crouch jr #rosekiller #slytherin skittles #marauders headcanons #pandora rosier #dorcas meadowes #evan rosier headcanon #socks asks #me rambling like hell

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jonahmagnus · 6 months

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Cassidy and CC moodboard. To me.

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lixzey · 4 months

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A snippet from Golden

“Nice day isn't it, Goldie?” Sirius smirked as he caught up to Marigold—who had just stepped out of Potions class—much to the redhead's annoyance.

“Can you stop calling me that?” Marigold snapped, glaring daggers at him “I'm not even blonde!”

Sirius chuckled and matched her pace, undeterred by her irritation. “But you're just as precious as gold, Goldie,” he teased, earning himself a disdainful glare.

“Just because we're in the same house doesn't mean you have to bother me all the time, Black,” Marigold hissed, walking ahead of Sirius

“Come on, don't be so grouchy,” Sirius said, flashing her a playful grin as he trailed behind her. “Hogsmeade, you and me?”

“For the millionth time, no!” Marigold retorted, rolling her eyes. “I have better things to do than spend time with you, Black.”

Sirius just laughed, not in the least affected by Marigold's rejection. “You know you can't avoid me forever, Goldie,”

Marigold rolled her eyes, flicking long waves of fiery red hair over her shoulder. “Watch me.”

As Marigold stormed off, Sirius couldn't help but smile. He enjoyed seeing her annoyed, the way her nose scrunched and the way she'd bite the inside of her lower lip was adorable.

Sirius sighed as Marigold's form slowly faded from view as she stomped her way towards the Gryffindor tower. “I'm going to marry that girl.”

#sirius black x oc #sirius black fic #sirius x oc #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black imagine #sirius orion black #sirius black x evans!oc #sirius black x original female character #sirius black #sirius black x marigold evans #sirius x marigold #oc #my oc #golden #fanfiction #fanfic #sirius

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theatrescribbles · 2 months

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Marigold || Read Chapter 1 on A03 || Currently 2,122 words

A new Muggle AU, multichapter (amount of chapters TBC)

James Potter, 26 year old Bachelor, wants to be one thing more than anything else: a father. Therefore, he decides to give foster parenting a shot. He then meets a little girl, who is set to change his life forever.

This idea came to me as a microfic that turned into a micro-oops... It wouldn't leave me alone and I had to get it down.

I am SO excited for you guys to start reading this little labour of love of mine.

#jily #harry potter #james potter #ofc #lily evans #au #modern au #modern muggle au #parenthood #fostering #i hope you fall in love with marigold #if you want to reach through the screen and give her a hug i have done my job

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can-of-pringles · 1 year

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Papers

Rating: Gen

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1k

Summary: Marigold overworks on her lesson plans, staying up way past bedtime. Peter helps.