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[digitalmarketforus]

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[littlelovelies23]

#baby names #baby name ideas #baby names 2023 #baby boy #little lovelies #baby boy names #modern names #modern baby names #punjabi boy #punjabi boy names #modern baby boy names #bacchon ke naam

[wenningfanclub]

Antis will be like “Jiang Cheng never viewed Wei Wuxian as family, he was treated like a servant!!! 😠😠😠” but like… if I showed up day-drunk to work, stopped performing my basic duties, kept skipping out when the most support was needed rebuilding, escalated fights during diplomatic events, and refused to tell anyone why I’d started behaving like this, I would definitely get fired. But instead Wei Wuxian has to quiet quit and then actually quit when even that doesn’t work, because as far as we can tell Jiang Cheng would've let him stay as first disciple forever no matter what. So like, if Jiang Cheng thinks of himself as just Wei Wuxian's boss, he does a pretty bad job of treating Wei Wuxian as just an employee.

Are there complicated class dynamics and internal senses of responsibility and debt and duty and obligation fucking both of them up? Absolutely. But Wei Wuxian is definitely not just a servant or a debtor, it’s much, much messier and more complicated than that--which is kind of the problem.

#tbh I think this also comes down to projecting modern (and often western) power dynamics on a very different system #but it's also just flat untrue lol #like you don't let yourself get captured and tortured for Just Some Guy who works for you #not to mention the whole making sure wwx could see jyl before the wedding and get to name the baby #normal things that bosses do for their employees after they quit #once again: there are many things to critique about Jiang Cheng #but antis always fully choose takes that are just blatantly untrue #like the amount of posts that claim he killed wwx when he just flat didn’t is wild #like wwx beat him to that! my man just can’t win! #mdzs #cql #the untamed #jiang cheng #wei wuxian

[dapandapod]

Particular with nicknames

Why hello there! This was written last september (2023) and has since been sitting in my draft, making me rewatch streams because no pathetic reasons at all i swear. Anyway, here is Jaskier having a Moment TM when Geralt uses a very specific nickname. Thank you @ahh-fxck for helping me beta read <3 much appreciated! Please enjoy streamer!Geralt and Pathetic!Jaskier! <3 On Ao3 here

For all the love Jaskier has of words and language, he is strangely picky with nicknames.

It’s not that he dislikes them, he is just strangely neutral. Alright, that’s not true.

His famously ill-advised and stormy relationship with Valdo came to mind. Jaskier had fallen promptly out of love with him when he was called ‘Snugglebutt’ in front of all of their friends. They were together for another month or so past that, because Jaskier thought himself cruel and wanted it to work.

Well, it did not.

Nowadays he shares a flat with his long time best friend Geralt, one of the few constants in his life and the one who just might own about two thirds of his heart.

It’s not a big flat, but they have a room each, a small kitchen, and a shared living room. That is also where Geralt has his small streaming corner set up, back against the wall and facing the room.

Easier that way to keep it clean if he streams with the camera on, no accidental flashing unsuspecting viewers that way. Something learned by trial and error, as Jaskier tends to run warm and just forgo pants. And shirts. And socks.

They also share their flat with a terrible little cat named Roach, who has never quite warmed up to Jaskier. Took to Geralt the instant she saw him, however, and the two are inseparable whenever Geralt is home.

All of this in itself is not an issue. Oh no, all of this is more than fine.

Watching Geralt be sweet with the terrible little furball makes Jaskier’s heart ache pleasantly, listen to him coo about her fur being so shiny and smooth, what a good girl she is, wow look at that yawn!

No, the problem came up the first time as Geralt was lazily watching TV on the couch, back to their little kitchen where Jaskier had just served her royal highness some very expensive cat food.

Roach does as she always does when Jaskier is involved, and simply walks out. It’s routine by now, and the food is usually gone by morning. It’s more about Jaskier knowing his place at the bottom of the list than not liking the food.

But as she returns to the living room with Jaskier trailing after, considering plopping down on the couch too instead of working on his doctoral thesis, Jaskier finds himself fundamentally changed.

“Hi baby.” Geralt says, voice all sweet and dark and gravelly, and fuck.

It is very much aimed at Roach, who is being a cutie, begging pets from under the table. But Jaskier’s insides do a kickflip, his brain short circuits.

Flushing deeply, Jaskier can’t control the little HRK sound escaping his throat.

He is frozen in his tracks, tongue tied and feeling absolutely pathetic. Geralt turns around to look at him with a questioning frown.

“You ok there?” he asks, Roach climbing the couch and up to the backrest, demanding attention.

“Just peachy,” Jaskier squeaks out, and then flees to his room.

Holy fucking shit and mother of turds.

Baby?? Of all the nicknames in the entire world, that is the one Jaskier is going to have a meltdown about?

Just, the lazy way Geralt said it, Jaskier feels like an old maid, clutching his pearls.

It’s fine. He will be fine.

It was meant for Roach, of course, it’s fine.

It is not fine.

Geralt is streaming, talking with some other players. He is not a big name, but he does have a following, and sometimes gets invited to other streams if it's a multiplayer game.

Jaskier is moving around the living room, untangling the nest that their couch has become recently, blankets and hoodies and socks thrown everywhere. He is also holding a banana, somewhat forgotten in his new mission to make the couch sittable.

Part of his distraction comes from listening to Geralt talking, there is a lilt to his voice when he is on stream. It is unclear if Geralt is aware of doing it, but Jaskier can listen to it forever.

While in the process of moving one blanket over to the footrest, Geralt laughs at something said in his headphones.

“Oh baby, I didn’t know you cared!”

Jaskier drops the banana.

Feeling like a deer caught in headlight, Jaskier is unable to do anything but staring, feeling heat climbing his neck, up to his cheek.

Then Geralt’s eyes meet his over his screen, his face is neutral but his eyes are knowing.

Fuck fuck fuck he is in so much trouble.

Maybe it’s fine to have that many blankets. Perfect for hiding, perfect for pretending the way Geralt says ‘Baby’ doesn’t go on loop in his head, and will be for days.

Jaskier is in a constant state of fear.

Ever since the Stream Incident, as he has come to call it, there is this new tension whenever they are in a room together. Where Geralt will look at him consideringly, where Jaskier will pretend everything is as per usual.

He has gotten better at not freezing, but a thrill runs through him every time Geralt uses That Word, making very unsubtle eye contact as he does.

How is his poor heart to cope?

Sometimes, late at night, when Jaskier is unable to sleep and he knows Geralt is still streaming, Jaskier joins in to watch. It is uncertain if Geralt has figured out it’s him or not yet, he has sneakily named his account to Bardelicious, and doesn’t usually join the chat.

Tonight, Geralt is playing a fantasy game. A monster hunter and his bard, fittingly enough, and he makes light commentary about things in the game.

Until there is a scene where the bard does something noble, stupid and somewhat foolish.

“Oh, baby.” Geralt says sadly, shaking his head.

The chat goes absolutely wild, more than one asking him to say it again, to call them baby, which is a little weird and also absolutely fucking valid.

“Why are people so weird about that?” Geralt says, chuckling. The replies roll in, and his eyebrows climb up his forehead. Jaskier’s heart is beating hard, because this could either be really good or really bad.

“Sexy? Doubt that.”

Jaskier regrets it as soon as he presses send, and by then it’s too late.

‘It is when you say it.’ was all he wrote, but it was the first thing he had written in there. Geralt doesn’t know it’s him.

It should be fine. He is fine.

Some more responses follow, but Geralt is strangely quiet. The game scene plays out, the monster hunter and his bard having a nice bonding moment.

It’s soothing to watch, to hear Geralt’s commentary every now and then. He falls asleep with his phone in his hand, earbuds still in.

The next morning, Jaskier is woken up by the scent of coffee and a hungry Roach yowling in the kitchen. She only does that when Geralt is around, so it is safe to assume he is up.

Which is a little odd, because Jaskier fell asleep before the stream was over, and he feels like death warmed over.

His jaw cracks when he yawns. Lured by the scent of coffee, he manages to get out of bed.

Geralt is indeed up and about, Roach winding affectionately around his legs as he prepares her breakfast.

“Morn,” Jaskier rasps, scratching his stomach and giving another yawn.

Roach doesn’t even look at him, fully focused on her man and her meal. The bowl is placed on the floor for the queen herself, and like the gremlin she is, she eats it without a fuss. Little bastard.

Jaskier joins Geralt at the bench, seeking coffee like a flower seeks the sun. He can stop when he wants, coffee is not an addiction, it is a way of life.

“Were you up all night? Hand me a cup, will you?” he says, reaching for the fruit bowl that Geralt for some reason keeps religiously stocked.

In reply, he gets one of the typical hums, which could mean absolutely anything, and two cups. Jaskier pours for them both and Geralt adds the usual unholy amount of sugar to Jaskier’s, which makes him smile.

“Any plans for today? I really should be working on my thesis, but I can’t be arsed.”Jaskier leans back against the counter and sips at his coffee, which is still a little too hot.

Geralt is watching him over the rim of his mug, sipping on the steaming coffee.

“I have a thing I thought to try,” he says, voice gravelly, eyes locked on him.

It makes Jaskier’s stomach flip, and he takes a too big sip, the drink burning his tongue and all the way down his throat unpleasantly.

“Yeah? Anything you want help with?” Jaskier asks nervously, realizing he is still holding his chosen fruit without eating it, so he puts it down on the counter.

The corner of Geralt’s mouth ticks up into a crooked smile, and yeah, Jaskier is in danger. It is way too early in the morning for Geralt to be such an absolute heart throb.

“If you are willing.” Geralt says, and Jaskier finds himself nodding despite himself. If Geralt asks him if he is willing, the answer will probably always be yes.

“Sure! Uh… What is it?”

Geralt takes a step towards him and puts his cup on the side of the counter. Then he grabs Jaskier’s cup out of his hand and puts that down too.

His heart is beating so hard he can feel it in his throat, his hands now clammy and gripping the counter behind him.

Geralt inches forward, the space between them shrinking fast. He stops just shy of touching him, and tilts his head, white hair falling over his shoulder.

“So I was streaming last night,” Geralt begins, and oh dear, oh no. “And there were some interesting comments that I couldn’t get out of my head.”

“Uh… Oh?” Jaskier says dumbly, and Geralt huffs a soft laugh, breath hitting Jaskier’s face.

“You're particular with nicknames, right? I mean, you are still mad at Valdo.”

With growing worry, Jaskier is starting to realize where this is going.

“He called me snugglebutt. In front of people. That’s embarrassing!” Jaskier defends himself faintly. Geralt leans in an inch more, leaning against the countertop and crowding Jaskier against it. Fuck.

“But that’s not what you think when I say ‘Baby’, is it?” Geralt’s eyes are trained on him, and smiles when he notices Jaskier’s flustered little sound, the way heat climbs up his cheeks.

In a weak attempt to save face, Jaskier looks down, anywhere but meeting the intensity of Geralt’s gaze.

It has the unfortunate effect of noticing how close they are, how Geralt’s t-shirt rides down just enough to reveal collarbones, how his hands flex against the counter.

“Tell me if I’m reading this wrong, Jaskier,” Geralt mumbles, leaning close enough for his nose to drag against Jaskier’s cheekbone.

Jaskier pulls in a breath, tilting his head in a way he hopes is invitingly.

“You’re not.” Jaskier whispers, and is rewarded with Geralt putting a hand on his hip, letting his nose drag along Jaskier’s neck. “You really, really not.”

“Is it the nickname? You look so startled whenever you hear me say it.” Geralt asks, one finger finding skin under the hem of Jaskier’s t-shirt.

“Just you. Pretty sure you could call me snugglebutt and I’d thank you.” Jaskier confesses, blurts really, when the rest of Geralt’s hand sneaks under his shirt to find his lower back, playing with the soft hairs there.

“Good to know,” Geralt smiles against his skin and Jaskier braves turning his head, their cheeks brushing together.

“Are you going to kiss me anytime soon, or are you gonna let me keep suffering?” Jaskier breathes, his hands finding Geralt’s and tracing them up his arms slowly.

“Hmm,” Geralt says, considering with a cheeky grin, the absolute bastard, so Jaskier takes matters into his own hands. Quite literally.

Geralt’s face is warm, rough stubble and barely visible scars and imperfections brush against his fingers. Geralt must have turned into it, because their lips slide together, coffee and morning breath mingling as Jaskier finds himself now properly pressed against the bench and Geralt’s body.

Then he is being kissed harder, deeper, and Geralt hoists Jaskier up on the counter, using Jaskier’s thighs to pull him closer, closer still, and presses open mouthed kisses against his neck. With a gasp, Jaskier scrambles to find a grip, to get some control of himself, but it is very, very hard to focus.

“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me, baby?” Geralt murmurs against his skin, and Jaskier full body shivers. “I can feel you watching me, you are even in my streams.”

“You knew about that?” Jaskier asks breathlessly, stealing a kiss when Geralt shifts to look at him.

“If you wanted to be discreet, maybe you should have chosen something else than ‘Bardelicious’.” Geralt smiles, and Jaskier pouts and pinches his side in revenge.

“Why didn’t you say anything then?”

“Why didn’t you?” Geralt counters, and well, this won’t go anywhere.

“I like listening to you. I like listening to your voice as I go to sleep,” Jaskier says quietly, and Geralt hides his face in the crook of Jaskier's neck.

“Did you get any sleep at all last night?” Jaskier asks when Geralt stays there, melting into his body.

He doesn’t get anything but a muttering grumble in reply, and Jaskier smiles and strokes his hair.

“I need to find a nickname for you too. I refuse to be the only one being absolutely useless as soon as you open your mouth.” Jaskier murmurs into Geralt’s hair.

“Gmmrmgmg.”

“What’s that?”

“I said, ‘like it when you say my name.” Geralt says, and Jaskier is melting all over again.

“Well then, Geralt,” Jaskier purrs. “Let me finish my coffee, and then we’ll take a nap.”

Reaching for coffee without really letting go turns out to be hard, and when Jaskier with some struggle finally gets a hold of his cup, the coffee is still unreasonably hot.

They nap in Jaskier’s bed, both of them crawling in under the blankets and curling up together. Jaskier’s chin resting on top of Geralt’s head, Geralt’s arm slung over Jaskier’s chest.

When Geralt wakes up and press Jaskier into the mattress, it doesn’t take long for Geralt to discover exactly how to fluster Jaskier enough to splutter broken syllables.

It’s alright.

When Jaskier has recovered from being melted goo, he will return the favor.

#the witcher #geraskier #geralt of rivia #geralt x jaskier #jaskier the bard #modern au #gamer!geralt #dapanda writes #getting together #napping #pining #well something anyway #the draft name of this fic 'baby HRK' because yes that is the sound both author and bard made

[pluvillion]

Knifeplay

tw: light blood / knife usage

i can make you talk.

my initial impression of König was that he's a towering goofball.

...until i saw Hallot's artwork of him a few days ago... something shifted in me. like, HARD. no longer do i see him as just an innocent baby boy now. and because of that, i HAD to make this render. i will literally lose it if i didn't and just let the imagery stay as imagery.

#sfm #source filmmaker #call of duty #modern warfare 2 #modern warfare #codmw #cod #mw #3d art #konig #konig mw2 #könig mw2 #König #he's still my baby boy tho #i can fix him #fun fact: my project title for this is named 'konig and his fantasies' #don't ask why #it's the only thing i can think of #i'm still at awe

[werewolfarthurmorganenjoyer]

I need Arthur to get a German Shepherd or a Husky or anything vaguely wolf like for his ranch and John being startled by her barking and Arthur laughing like "relax Marston, that's just Baby, she ain't a wolf"

#Arthur would name a big scary dog baby #he just would #in my modern AU he has a pitbull named Baby #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #arthur morgan #john marston

[theoppositeofprofound]

#israel #palestine #child death mention #sorry but this keeps messing me up #the children from the same families #the silly modernized names #the religious ones #the children who weren’t named yet #there’s an Al-amash in there #a former us rep named amash lost family #sheltering at a church #there is something about losing a name when you’ve just been given one #I have such mixed feelings about the usual brands of Look At This Sad Baby tragedy gloop #which so turns the worst moments of a child’s life into clicks #save the children fearmongering of all breeds is usually to be avoided #especially in an environment rife with anti-semitism #but there’s also a return of dignity from reading the names of the dead #and dead children have so few people who remember them to mourn #I’d encourage reading the document #there is nothing more devastating than the names of the dead

[grimmroach]

breakroom doodles for today. i have a much better soap doodle on my tablet but i am forced to use my tiny notebook.

#cod fanart #simon ghost riley #cod ghost #cod mw2 #call of duty modern warfare 2 #gary roach sanderson #roach.. my boy #my sweet baby boy.. #i stole his name #könig is in there but he is. not good. #sketches

[cryptamen]

God I hate "modern art" not art made in a modern time but that heavily abstracted 3 black lines and a circle bullshit.

You can make abstract work cause its pretty but dont act like this painting of a black square is about breaking molds and changing the game.

Ugh! Sorry went to a museum and had an amazing time until I saw some dudes million dollar square and had to walk away.

#Art #art rant #I love all ART. #but that is paint #no technique no style no love no joy no story no fun! #=/ #I dont wanna tag this abstract art or modern art because both are gorgeous #We gotta give this shit a new name #Pretentious rich people squares #Babys first lines #Something #crypt.txt

[bitchfitch]

If Tago and Whiskey existed in modern times, Whiskey would absolutely convince Tago that the rabies flag was the supportive straight partner pride flag and get him a shirt with it before they went to some pride event. He likes to feel included when he follows them around, and they like to cause minor problems on purpose.

#other modern au notes: Tago's horse is still named cocaine #He has an fb account he uses exclusively to post horse girl memes #Whiskey's tiktok is a business account for the saloon and there is Copious cleevage in every video #to the point a lot of people are surprised that its not a breastraunt when they go. Whiskey just likes their own tits. #Every time Tago is in one of their videos a bunch of people tell them to dump him because they're out of his league #and they do not know how to use any sites block feature. just the age old technique of cyber bullying via massive sock puppet armies #Whiskey is a successful business owner. Tago is trying his best but is basically just their sugar baby at this point #He is still inexplicably a cowboy.

[knbposting]

no this isnt funny i was searching my blog for jealousy hcs as im writing this EXACT bit in a fic where kagz finds out aomine calls sakurai "ryou", and i see this:

#im so smart im so SMARTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT #in modern aokagz kagami only cares about being called taiga once theyre dating #aomine then never calls him taiga it's all just pet names #they can easily do that trend where someone calls their s/o by their name instead of 'baby' or w/e and the s/o is weirded out #them playing their first versus match and aomine calls him taiga on the court #and everyone else is like TAIGA??? SINCE WHEN ??? ARE THEY THIS?? FAMILIAR ??? meanwhile kagami is SEETHINGGGGG MY NAME ISNT TAIGA TO YOU #aokaga

[waitineedaname]

What's Al's cat's name in modern au? Unless it's literally "Cat Edward" and Al likes to make fun of his brother by calling him Human Edward

I had to ask my sibling for ideas but I think he names it Flamel, like Nicolas Flamel the alchemist Izumi + the Elrics' symbol is named after! I do think Al calling the cat Edward and his brother Human Edward is extremely good though sdlkfjlkdsjf

#asks #anonymous #fma modern au #regardless of its name ed has all kinds of mean nicknames for the cat #like when you call your pet Trash Baby or Stinky or something because they don't speak english #but he has the horrible suspicion this cat does speak english. there is something in its eyes that says it knows when it's being insulted

[adaine-party-wizard]

yall. for my one class we had to pitch an exhibition, and of all the groups two would be chosen- one for a virtual and one for an in person exhibition. after watching all the pitches i didn’t think we’d get it, like some of the other groups had layouts ready and logos mocked up and it felt like we hadn’t done enough BUT!!! we got the virtual exhibition AND!!! they’re gonna bring ours in person for pride month!!! gay bitches STAY WINNING!!

#the devil lillith on my shoulder #our pitch was called out of the closet and into the street (name from a queer pin in a local archive) #and we were looking at using garments in the collection to refer to gay history and queer them with historical and modern queer signifiers #or reinterpreting these historical pieces through a modern queer lens #and they liked it so much they said PRIDE MONTH IS FOR YOU BABY

[aeviare]

[ 📲 message sent: ] i know you're busy but please add me to your list of things to do. //tiff i am cackling//

🐝  *  ―  𝑷𝑰𝑪𝑲 𝑼𝑷 𝑻𝑬𝑿𝑻 𝑴𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑨𝑮𝑬𝑺. 

[txt - baby mama]: don't you have class today? [txt - baby mama]: i'll think about it [txt - baby mama]: ... maybe later

#gentlerefrain #venti is absolutely named baby mama in his phone #✧ 🇦‌🇪‌🇹‌🇭‌🇪‌🇷‌ ✧ {college - modern v} #★ 🇸‌🇭‌🇮‌🇵‌ ★ ɪ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ. ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ. ᴅᴏᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ sᴇɴsᴇ? {gentlerefrain}

[ktwrites]

Chapters: 6/10 Fandom: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jon Snow/Daenerys Targaryen Characters: Daenerys Targaryen, Jon Snow, Missandei (A Song of Ice and Fire), Olenna Tyrell, Drogon | Daenerys Targaryen's Dragon, Ghost | Jon Snow's Direwolf, Barristan Selmy, Sansa Stark Additional Tags: Romance, Love, Fluff, Angst, Eventual Smut, Friendship/Love, Co-workers, Domestic Fluff, Family Drama, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Happy Ending, mention of pregnancy loss Summary:

"We could stay a thousand years here. No one would find us,” Dany said. “We’d be pretty old,’ he replied. “I don’t think I’d mind growing old with you, Jon Snow.” The Golden Suns Awards find acting royalty, Daenerys Targaryen, and heartthrob, Jon Snow, treading the waters of a new relationship and a new life together after denying their true feelings for one another for too long. Will the surprises life has thrown them along the way bring them closer together, or drive them apart? A Modern Jonerys AU. CHAPTER 4 now up!

Excerpt: 

“Hello?” she called out into the house. “You home?” 

“Daenerys?” Olenna Tyrell replied from the other room, her voice getting closer with each step she took. “I didn’t realize you were popping by. Did I miss a text?” 

“No. I didn’t have time to text.” 

Olenna glanced from Dany’’s face to Drogon, to the overnight bag still slung over her shoulder. 

“Darling, what’s happened? Is everything alright?”

“I don’t know,” Dany replied. She chewed the inside of her bottom lip to keep herself from frowning, but her eyes welled up with tears just the same. “Jon and I fought.” 

Without a word, Olenna grabbed the bag from the younger woman’s shoulder and gently set it onto the ground before pulling her into a hug. Dany buried her head in Olenna’s shoulder- the woman who had been like a mother to her- and let the tears she managed to hold in during the drive from King's Landing flow freely.

Read the rest on AO3! 

#Jonerys #jon x dany #jonerys fanfic #modern au #They picked baby names!

[quinn-borel]

❝ come in here where it’s dry! ❞ for the story prompt thing?

-Modern AU-

She was wrapped up all comfy cozy in her bathrobe, her hot chai soothing her and reminding her of her childhood.  While she never had the company of a parent, she still played out in the leaves once fall came around the corner, even if it was rare to have a cool day where she came from.  But there were no shortage of those days in Coerthas, autumn arrived once more with its cool embrace as the leaves changed into their bright, colorful display.  Though it wasn’t her first fall in Coerthas, it was their first fall with Haurchefant.

Quinn watched from the living room window as Aymeric raked up the leaves in the front yard, their son watching curiously as he did so.  After a few moments of raking, Aymeric approached little Haurchefant and lifted him up high into the air–Quinn watched as the little boy wiggled in delight underneath his coat.  A smile pulled at her lips as she brought her mug to her mouth–still too hot, but the cinnamon and clove scent was soothing.

“You wanna jump in the leaves, buddy?” he asked his son, whose smile was nearly as bright as his mother’s.  The little boy wiggled again with a squeal of delight–still too young to speak actual words, but he was certainly a verbal one.  Quinn could hear her son babbling at her husband as he walked him over to the freshly raked pile of leaves.  She took a sip of her tea as Aymeric gently took hold of their baby and counted to three.  Upon three, he lifted the boy into the air then sat him down in the pile–both began to laugh, Haurchefant immediately grabbing at every leaf he could touch and trying to put them in his mouth.  Aymeric panicked slightly, knowing well that Quinn was watching them as he was trying to keep any stray foliage from getting in the little guy’s stomach.

Quinn chuckled softly as she opened the bay window, “I think he’s hungry, love.”

Aymeric quickly picked up their son and made his way towards the window, “Yeah, and I…didn’t realize how wet the leaves were.  He’s a little damp now.”

Haurchefant gazed at his mother with his big, blue eyes and simply giggled before “mama” came out of his mouth.  Quinn grinned with delight before she sat her tea down and opened the window further,

“Come in here where it’s dry, Haurchie.” she said as she reached for him through the window.  

“Oh? You hear that buddy?  Mommy wants you.” Aymeric said to little Haurchefant before hoisting him up and into Quinn’s grasp.  The child wiggled once more, happy to see his mother but began to whine when Aymeric became out of reach.  

“Seems like he wants both of us.” Aymeric deduced by how his son looked at him as if he would never see his father again.  Quinn gently bounced the baby in her arms,

“How about you come in too, hmm?” she urged him, “I made some chai just a little bit ago.”

“Sounds lovely, dear.  I’ll put the rake up and be right in.”

#Quinnmeric #WOLmeric #Modern AU #FFXIV #their son is named Haurchefant #But Jess this is a modern AU dont tell me you killed off Haurchefant just so Quinn and Aymeric could still name their son after him #dont ask questions you dont want answers to #fanfiction #Aymeric de borel #Quinn Borel #thank you for the prompt! #Fall prompts #I dont know how babies work dont judge me #they just kinda babble and wiggle right?