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keithsandwich · 2 months

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Seven Rooms

Pairing: Keith and Alter!Keith/OC (Maeve)

Word Count: ~4k

Rating: Teen and Up

Tags: Breastfeeding, Parenting, Past Trauma Mentions, Family Fluff, Domestic.

Prompts: Storge (Familial Love) mainly, but with hints of Pragma (Enduring Love), and a teeny tiny bit of Eros (Sensual Love) in the Seventh Room.

Summary: Series of drabbles showing Keith and Maeve putting their six children to bed before finishing the day together.

Notes: Written for the Shapes of Love Creation Challenge, hosted by the amazing @lorei-writes and @violettduchess. Thank you so much! And special thanks to Lorei for being the best beta reader!

Watch out for the little Beatrice cameo @bicayaya 💕

First Room —

It was a quiet room where a beautiful scene unfolded, one that Keith looked forward to watching every evening.

By the door, he could see their figures bathed in the dim light of the candles — Maeve rocking in the nursing chair slowly, with their youngest latched onto her breast. She was focused entirely on their baby, smiling and softly cooing, while the little one made little murmurs and stretched his round fingers as if responding to her.

It had been a while since they had a baby as shy as Cosmos. In front of others, even his siblings, he would always hide behind his parents’ legs or stretch his little arms to be picked up, curling up against their chests while avoiding eye contact with anyone. But when alone and enveloped in his mother’s warmth, he would look at her attentively, smile, babble, and move with no inhibition.

And Keith understood him. Dealing with people could be overwhelming, but Maeve possessed this comforting aura that could make anyone feel free to be themselves around her. It certainly worked its magic on him, as her husband. He could only imagine how much more magical it could be for their children, enveloped in her neverending motherly love.

Maybe this was why he enjoyed silently watching such scenes for a while before getting inside the room. The tenderness melted his heart, making all of the day’s hard work even more worth it. Granted, he loved Jade and would give all of himself to his kingdom and for the flowers of happiness to bloom all over the land. But his family were his own flowers of happiness, and witnessing his garden grow radiant and full of love was much more than he could have hoped for in this life.

He would never understand how he could be so lucky.

When Cosmos unlatched and gurgled softly, announcing his satisfaction in his own way, Maeve gently cleaned his little face before covering herself. Finally, she looked up to meet Keith’s loving gaze, offering him a welcoming smile.

“Just in time! His belly is full of milk, and now he’s ready to sleep!” Maeve said with gentle excitement, hoping to make the baby smile without causing agitation. She kissed his cheek before holding him against her shoulder. Meanwhile, Keith approached them, joining their little, perfect world with a delicate touch on Cosmos’ back.

Together with his wife, he would sing him lullabies and rock him to sleep.

Second Room —

The room belonged to a girl that was a bit demanding, nonetheless sweet.

“Dada, tell story.” Aurora squeezed the deer plush tighter in her little arms, hanging on to keep herself awake with her sluggish voice and heavy eyelids.

“But mama just told you one, flower,” Keith said softly, his fingers running soothingly through her olive curls as he gently tried to coax her to sleep. She was properly tucked underneath the blankets, the room was warm, and Maeve, standing on the other side of the crib, had already told her a little fairy tale. However, her mind remained stubbornly alert.

“Baby like story…” she murmured so heartfelt a manner that Keith felt a pang in his chest, tearing up. He blinked back his tears and looked up at Maeve. She seemed to be more prepared to handle Aurora’s pleas than he was, discreetly gesturing for him to just go on.

Trying to convince her to sleep would only make her start fussing and maybe even crying. His heart couldn’t bear to see her cry. Given her drowsiness, telling another story would certainly be more effective, and Aurora would probably drift off in the middle of it.

“Alright…” he said, trying to think of a story to tell her. “Once upon a time, in a mystical forest far, far away, there lived two tiny fairies…”

Aurora wasn’t fully focused on his gentle voice. Her eyelashes fluttered more and more as she battled to keep her eyes open, and she cutely yawned every now and then. Still, Keith continued with the story patiently until her lids finally shut, and Maeve leaned in to place a kiss on her temple.

She was asleep at last.

“Good night, little sweet,” Keith said gently and mimicked his wife, kissing her other temple. Aurora stirred a bit, worrying him for a second. However, she simply turned to her side, still hugging her plushie.

Now that the room was completely silent, Keith caressed her soft hair for a while longer. She was a lot like Mireille, not only in the way she looked but also in her demeanor. He couldn’t help but feel nostalgic for the times when he used to look after his little sister, trying to be there for her since their mother couldn’t, and their father wouldn’t. Of course, he couldn’t really replace them, and eventually, he felt like a failure, which led him to distance himself from her, despite her own opinions about it.

Thankfully, a lot had changed since he found true love. Not only the one he shared with Maeve, although it was what opened his eyes and his heart to everything else. Self-love, loving his other self, and renewing the love for his family through his children by welcoming them with open arms, caused him to no longer feel like a failure when it came to caring for and protecting his loved ones. It had been a long journey, but one that had brought his sister, and surprisingly, even his father closer again — although the former king would always be a better grandfather than a father.

It all fell into place, and everything was flourishing as peacefully as Aurora was sleeping now.

“I promise I’ll always listen to you and never push you away,” he vowed to her silently.

Keith felt Maeve’s hands on his shoulders, and they brought him back to the present. He offered her an apologetic smile before moving on with her to the next room.

Third Room —

The room was… empty.

He and Maeve looked around to find evidence that Iris had been in the room, and that the maid had put her in her pajamas, but her robe and her slippers were missing, as well as the girl. Maeve huffed, placing her hands on her hips and turning to Keith with an exasperated look.

“I bet she’s on the training grounds, again.”

She wasn’t happy, for a good reason. Although Iris developed this habit only recently and had never gone farther than the training grounds — unlike two other little rascals — they couldn’t help but worry about her. Iris had way too much confidence and energy for someone so tiny, and they knew it could put her in trouble, something that definitely gave them a headache.

“She’s been getting a little too much into it, hasn’t she?” Keith asked Maeve with an apologetic tone as they rushed to track down their little girl.

“I wish she was into the discipline part of it as well,” his wife was starting to breathe in relief as they approached the training grounds and the sounds coming from there indicated what they expected.

Iris, in her pajamas and with a wooden sword in her little hands, was sparring with her big brother Helia. During the brief seconds between finding and interrupting them, Keith could see how fiercely the girl charged against the boy twice her size. Granted, Helia was most likely going easy on her. Iris had just started learning how to use a sword — a decision made not by himself or Maeve, but by him. She was younger than her brothers when they had started, but she had always been such an unstoppable force that he assured it was for the best for her to spend her energy in fighting rather than just studying and learning manners. Although it was unusual to have princesses joining in military training, there wasn’t anything official preventing them to. Keith and Maeve didn’t concern themselves with conforming to tradition anyway.

And Keith had to admit, Iris seemed so happy sparring that it warmed his heart and made him feel proud. But too soon him and Maeve had to intervene, and he knew the part each one would take.

Or the one he would not.

“Helianthus!” Maeve surprised the children by calling Helia by his full name. She would only do it when he was in trouble. Wooden swords dropped on the floor when the protective mother stormed in towards her children. “You’re her older brother, you’re supposed to be taking care of her!”

“But I am, mama! She was sneaking out to come here anyway. It’s better if I am with her, is it not?”

By the time the boy replied to Maeve, the other Keith had already surfaced, watching the little troublemaker start running around, yelling “I don’t wanna sleep! I don’t wanna sleep!”. He chuckled. He hadn’t switched because he didn’t want to deal with Iris, but because he knew he was better suited for it.

Each one of their children was unique, but he could also see something of the three of them blooming in their personalities. And Iris was the one who carried more of his heart within her. If Keith had had a chance to enjoy childhood, he could see himself being as free and full of life as she was. This is why what could be considered a challenge was delightful to him. He had fun chasing after the little one while Maeve was busy covering Helia with her cloak and chiding him over the risks of catching a cold. Then both his wife and his son would go inside, and in a more carefree manner, Keith would catch his daughter, throw her in the air, tickle her, and play tag again if it was needed to tire her out.

Because much like Aurora, Iris would only fall asleep when there was no energy left. But while Aurora’s mind was more alert, Iris was more physically active, and getting her to lie down in her bed to sleep was almost an impossible task. In the end, Keith would have to carry her to her room, wrapped snugly in his cape and curled up in his arms, deeply asleep.

Only then could he tuck her under her blankets and kiss her lids goodnight.

Fourth Room —

In the boy’s room, Maeve had already seen that Helia was in bed and with a warm mug of milk in his hands. Despite telling him off only a while ago, she was now caressing his soft hair like the doting mother she was while he drank his milk.

Being born the way he was, Keith had been free to avoid the King and only watch his demands and demeaning insults to his other self. He had never met his mother, and there weren’t good examples of a father around. When Maeve got pregnant for the first time, all he could do was promise to himself that he would be different — he couldn’t risk his children growing up believing themselves a failure. And it got even more important when they had Luna and Helia, twins to be looked down upon by the shitty nobles who still believed that nonsense about twins being bad luck.

In this, Keith ended up being too lenient with them, even more than he and Maeve could be, which ended up causing some problems. “They can’t always ask for fun dada whenever they do something wrong,” his wife told him one day. “Kids need space and encouragement to grow, but they need boundaries too; otherwise they’ll end up hurting themselves.”

And so he understood that being a father should be both fun and boring, at the right times.

“Everything alright there, buddy?” Keith sat on the edge of Helia’s bed and poked his nose playfully, making him giggle. “Did mama explain to you why you can’t train swords with Iris late at night?”

“Mama did, but…” Maeve pursed her lips when the boy said but. Sensing his mother’s disapproval, he leaned towards his father and proceeded more quietly, as if he could keep it a secret between both of them. “Dad, you know I can protect her if anything happens, don’t you?”

“Helia…” Keith understood him, with all his heart. He himself was born to protect, after all. This is why he meant every word when he said next, “I know ya can protect your siblings if you have to, but I don’t want ya to ever need it, especially not now. You’re a kid, shouldn’t be worrying about that.”

Maeve reached out to touch Keith’s hand. Only then he realized he had been tapping the edge of the bed lightly. There was a look in her eyes he was used to seeing when she dealt with him, not him. He turned his hand over hers and squeezed her fingers reassuringly.

Meanwhile, Helia, who couldn’t understand it, frowned.

“Only Aster is older than me! And Luna by some minutes, but it doesn’t matter…” he muttered in the last part. “I’m better than him with a sword, and he’s good with swords! And I always take care of him when we…”

“When ya both are out there sticking your noses where they don’t belong,” Keith finished the sentence for him and poked his nose again to make him stop frowning. “Gotta stop that, and gotta be a good role model for ya sister. I don’t wanna see any of you gettin’ trouble, gotcha?”

“Gotcha…” the boy echoed halfheartedly.

Some things take time to sink in, and Keith could only hope he would learn this lesson smoothly. Until then, he and Maeve would keep a closer eye on the three little rebels they had.

She took the empty cup when he finished his milk, and together they kissed their son goodnight.

Fifth Room —

The room was as peaceful as the girl who lived there. Luna was sitting by the window, a colorful picture book on her knees and a lantern by her side. Her green eyes lit up when she saw her parents by the door, and she immediately closed the book, set it aside, and blew out the candle in the lantern before rushing to meet them. Keith knew she had been eagerly awaiting their arrival, and had she been more outspoken, she would have complained about their delay.

But she was too sweet to say anything. Instead, she took Maeve’s hands and asked, perfectly politely, “Mama, would you braid my hair, please?”

“Why won’t ya ask me to braid your hair?” Keith asked with a playful tone before Maeve could reply to her. He knew his oldest daughter well; she was a reflective child, and he enjoyed teasing her with sudden questions to see her little face twist while trying to find an answer.

And without failing, the girl blinked in confusion a few times, trying to think of an answer to that question. The truth was, both Keiths had done her hair multiple times before, but for some reason she couldn’t quite understand — most likely sheer habit, or the memories of the fun girl’s slumber parties she attended with her mother — Luna always turned to Maeve first.

“Well, do you want your dad to braid your hair, sweetie?” Her mother asked with a smile. Keith could see that she was finding that little interaction funny.

Luna was still hesitating when she nodded in agreement. He clicked his tongue, crouching down to meet her eye level.

“Why don't we each do a braid, and then you can decide which one is better?” Keith suggested, and she paused again to consider.

“I don’t see why not,” she spoke like a true lady, graciously moving between them so she could take both Maeve’s hand and his, and walk with them to her dresser.

Luna sat down and her mother took the hairbrush, parting her long black hair in two so they could each work on one side. Keith still played with her hair a bit, messing it up to try to make her laugh. When he succeeded in amusing his shy and serious daughter, those cute little giggles were enough to warm up his heart. He could keep going just to make her laugh more, but it was late, and she was supposed to go to sleep soon.

“How was your day, flower? I heard you got a letter,” Maeve asked her when she caught her breath. That moment when she was relaxed and enjoying her parents’ company was the best time for conversation.

“Indeed! From godmama. She said Lianna remembers me, can you believe that? We haven’t seen them in two months!” Luna exclaimed joyfully.

“You’re like a big sister to her too, see?” Maeve said with a smile, reaching out for a pink ribbon to tie off her braid.

“There’ll be a goodwill ball in Rhodolite in a few weeks, so we can pay a visit to ya godmama, sweetie,” Keith decided to cheer her up even more, and the gleam in her eyes were better than her giggling.

“Can I write to her to tell we’re visiting?” Luna turned to her mother to ask her.

It was Keith’s turn to fetch a ribbon to tie off the braid he had done.

“Of course, dearest! Beatrice will be so happy to know,” Maeve leaned closer to see her reflection on the mirror, and Keith followed her. “But now tell us. Which braid is the best?”

“Mine, naturally! Isn’t it a perfect braid?” he said with a smug smile.

“I don’t know… Mama’s braid is more neat, but yours got style, papa!”

Keith chuckled. She was way too sweet.

With that matter settled, they tucked her in bed where she talked a bit more about her day before starting to yawn. It was time for their goodnight kiss, and Luna, being the affectionate child she was, returned the kiss on their cheeks every night.

“Papa…” she murmured drowsily. “I wanna give the other papa a kiss too.”

“Of course, sweetheart.”

He would do anything for her.

Sixth Room —

The room wasn’t as cozy as the previous ones, with too many candles lit as if the boy who lived there was still fully active, rather than getting ready to sleep. However, the truth was that Aster was deeply asleep, his head resting on open books as he sat by his desk in an uncomfortable position. He probably had dismissed his attendant earlier that night to study, but had eventually become so tired he dozed off while doing so.

Maeve silently brushed his curls away to reveal his closed lids and flushed face, confirming his slumber. She nodded at Keith, signaling that he could pick Aster up and place him in his bed.

His little boy was growing taller and heavier by the day, Keith thought as he carried him in his arms. Being his first child, he clearly remembered how it felt holding him right after he was born, when everything was new and made him so scared. He was so tiny that Keith felt safer holding him in his hands, where he fit better, rather than in his arms. Now he knew Aster would easily grow as tall as him in some years.

It was magical how a small and fragile sprout could grow to be a tall and strong tree. And Keith knew he would become really magnificent. Sure, he had his share in his parents’ headache when he joined Helia and Iris for some mischief, especially the former, when the boys’ need to explore took them too far into the woods, mobilizing searching parties just to find them. “If I am to be king, I need to know every inch of this land, papa,” he would try to explain himself. And studying how big Jade actually was never made him fret. There were no efforts he wouldn’t make to meet the expectations people had over the prince heir.

Keith placed him in his bed, and he and Maeve gently removed his shoes, belt, and vest to help him feel more comfortable through the night. As Keith tucked his son under the blankets, Aster stretched his body a bit, and his eyelids opened just slightly, revealing unfocused golden eyes that looked straight at him.

“Dad… Will you help me with politics?” His voice sounded distant, and his speech was groggy and slow. Aster wasn’t quite awake, but he echoed a request he likely had been thinking about before falling asleep. “It’s… So hard to get…”

Maeve, who was ceremoniously extinguishing the candles of his room, turned to stare at father and son with a worried look.

“Don’t worry, bud. We will study together in the morning. Now sleep tight.” Keith ruffled his hair softly and reassuringly. The boy didn’t answer, but he smiled before closing his eyes again.

“Isn’t his tutor pushing him too hard?” Maeve finally expressed her concerns in a quiet whisper, moving closer and taking Keith's arm. They watched their son sleeping together. “He’s just a kid.”

“He’s the future king of Jade, love,” he kissed her forehead and brought her a little closer. Even after all those years, he knew many things about the royal life were still new to her, or just hard to accept. “I’m ensuring that his tutor isn’t overwhelming him, and I’m assisting him in every way I can.”

Maeve sighed, but ultimately she smiled and nodded. She trusted Keith would always take the best care of their children, no matter their responsibilities as little princes and princesses. With time, he had learned to accept that he had done the best he could for Mireille and Tio — no matter how painful the memory still was to his heart. Now, he and his other self could do a lot better to nurture, protect, and work side by side with Maeve and their children as he intended to with his brother.

His family, for Keith, was a chance to start over. And together, they would ensure that the flowers of happiness were always blooming in Jade.

Seventh Room —

Every night felt like Heaven. After so much work, and so much love, Keith still could snuggle with his wife, laying his head against her breast and intertwining their legs together. He would never be able to describe that feeling. Maeve had become even warmer and softer over the years, so naturally it took a while for him to realize that all of that comfort he felt whenever they were alone in their bed, right before sleeping, emanated from her. And from the neverending love, support, and acceptance she gave him.

Keith closed his eyes and let himself dive into those delightful sensations. The flowery and herbal scents of her, mixed with the milky one on her skin, filled his mind so deeply he was sure it reached the forest in his head, and his other self was likely indulging in it too.

Maeve was his safe haven; the one who showed him what true love was in many of its shapes. She had taken them — him and his other self — as lovers, as husbands, as the fathers to her babies. She had changed her life to embrace the title of princess and of future queen out of her immense feelings towards them and their land, and she would always be the symbol of that eternal bond between Jade and the spirit of nature. The Goddess she served, he saw, felt, lived and loved in her. For there was no other word to define Maeve to him that wasn’t sacred.

“I love you…” Keith whispered against her skin, pressing their bodies together even further. He wished he could simply melt into her.

“I love you too…” She murmured so softly and earnestly in return that he felt like it could be possible.

They could melt and become one forever.

Or at least until next morning; when the sun would bring their children barging into their room and jumping on their beds so they could live it all again.

Happily, and full of love.

Tagging: @bicayaya @olivermorningstar @queengiuliettafirstlady

#shapesoflovecc #ikepri #ikemen prince #keith howell #ikepri oc #my maeve #oc children #fanfic

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harveywritings92 · 1 year

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(Note: Take place 4 years after König had to break things off to protect Cami from his enemies.)

Horangi, looking down at his tablet in disbelief: Uh, König? Have you been checking in on miss Cami since you broke up?

König: Nein, why... (panicking) Did something happen?!

Horangi: Oh. I think you should watch this....(Shows König his tablet.)

[What’s that one thing your ex gave you that you can’t quite get rid of?]

[Cami is sitting in a van with a deadpan expression on her face. She points her phone behind her to show two little kids, about 4, who are fraternal twins, a boy and girl sitting in the back seat eating ice-cream.]

[Paige [the girl], sticks her tongue out and blows raspberry at the camera]

Cami: *snorts* that one especially!

[Cami points at Oskar (the boy) who’s eating his ice-cream waves shyly at the camera.]

Cami: This one’s cute!

Cami, then goes back to Paige: But this one... {Paige bobs her head does the devil horns} ho-oh! (video ends)

König, suddenly feeling queasy: Was ist das? ....I-Ich bin ein Papa?

*Faints, on top of Horangi*

Horangi: Whoa! oh no.. (König lands on him) Oof! *Strained* Ow, Help me...someone!

#s: tiktok #call of duty incorrect quotes #konig x oc #horangi #cod konig #cod horangi #cod mw oc: Cami 'Anemone' Lyons #konig x cami #könig x oc #call of duty könig #Oc Children #twin ocs

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dubiiousfood · 2 months

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#link #zelda #legend of zelda #twilight princess #zelink #fluff #zelda fanfiction #tp zelda has feelings ok?#kid fic #oc children #domestic fluff #dadl!link #Mom!Zelda #zelinktines24 #tloz tp #tp zelink #tp zelda

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harveyb-wabbit92 · 2 months

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[Father of Ultra brought his great-grand Nephew Alto (Zero's son) to play with Isla (Belial's Daughter), the kids are playing when Isla steals a toy rocket from Alto, and smacks his hands when he tries to take it back causing him to cry.]

Belial: Hey, give that back to him and apologize.

Isla: ....I can’t talk.

{Father of Ultra snorts, Belial glares at him.]

Father: Sorry, It’s just...That’s such an Bel thing to say.

#ultraman incorrect quotes #tokusatsu incorrect quotes #tokusatsu #ultraman #father of ultra #ultraman ken #ultraman belial #ultraman oc #ultrakid oc: Alto #Ultrakid oc: Isla #oc children #ultraman belial x reader #ultraman zero x oc #ultraman zero

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deanstead · 1 year

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A Girl

Pairing: Will Halstead x Reader

Requested: yes, by anon

Summary: When the fourth addition to their family arrives, Y/N already knows that Will will be wrapped around her tiny little fingers.

Word Count: 1,042

Square Filled: Kids for #resa.3kfiestabingo

Warnings: none

A/N: Wasn’t quite sure what to do with this but I hope you like it! We don't know Mama Halstead's name so I put in a name I thought would fit!

WILL HALSTEAD MASTERLIST

“Congratulations, you have a healthy baby girl.”

Will’s head jerked upwards from where he was standing next to you clutching your hand, before he turned to look at you, a smile spreading across his face. A smile that made you think that all this was worth it - the waiting, not knowing, even now as you lay here thoroughly exhausted.

Not knowing the gender of your baby had been more difficult than you thought, made all the more difficult by the fact that both you and Will worked in the hospital.

You’d secretly hoped for a girl, because if you and Will ended up with four boys, you weren’t sure whether your house, or your sanity, would survive it. But you hadn’t told him anything, even when Will suggested that the both of you should keep the gender of the baby a surprise.

Now, looking at the expression on his face, as they put your newborn daughter into your arms, you knew just by the look on his face that Will was going to be wrapped around her tiny little fingers.

Will leaned in now, towards the both of you, his arms encircling his girls before he looked at you, resting his head gently against yours. “Thank you.” He whispered. “For everything you do for us.”

Exhausted as you were, you smiled back at the newborn that was lying in your arms, before you glanced back up at Will. “Couldn’t do it without you.” You whispered, feeling the tears gather in your eyes again.

Shortly after, the nurses had taken your daughter up to the nursery while you’d been brought to a hospital room. Goodwin had come by to make sure everything was well, which you’d been grateful for. Another nurse had then brought your little girl into your room for her first feed. The quiet was then broken when Jay came by with your three boys.

“Mum!” Damian, your oldest, came barreling in, Raphael right behind him, before Jay brought up the rear, Luke asleep in Uncle Jay’s arms.

“Easy, boys.” Will called from where he was standing on the other side of your bed, before he rounded off towards the children with a smile, lifting them one by one so they could take a look at their sister.

You smiled at Jay. “Thanks, Jay.”

Jay smiled back. “Come on, Y/N. You know I love spending time with the boys.”

You just gave him a soft smile back, your eyes once again falling on the little tag the hospital attached to the cots of newborns.

Baby Girl Halstead.

The three words jumped out at you, not just reminding you that you had a daughter but that you hadn’t named her.

You glanced back down at her, her little strands of red hair making you smile.

“Look at that. Just like her father." You glanced up at Will with a smile.

Before Damian was born, you were dead sure that you would have a whole bunch of redheaded kids running around, but instead they’d taken after your dark hair, with their father’s brown eyes. And somehow it felt fitting that your youngest and only daughter would be a redhead.

“What about… Ruby?” You asked your husband. “Ruby Corinne Halstead?”

Jay glanced up, as did Will.

“What?”

You smiled. “She’s the first baby girl Halstead.” You glanced at Jay with a small smile. “If Jay doesn't mind, I just thought it’d be nice if…”

Will didn’t let you finish your sentence as he bent down to press his lips against yours. “How do I deserve you?”

You smiled. “Come on, you really thought I wouldn’t let her have her grandma’s name?”

“Ruby Corinne Halstead.” The words rolled off Will’s tongue as if they were familiar and not something you’d suggested just a minute ago.

Will glanced at his brother as you looked up at Jay, wanting to make sure he was good with it. jay nodded back with a smile. "It's perfect." Jay said with a low voice, propping his youngest nephew more securely on his arm.

Will turned back to you. “I’ll get it done.” Will pressed a light kiss to the top of the sleeping Ruby’s small head, leaving the room to go get paperwork sorted, while your sons moved closer again to peer at their younger sister.

You'd known Will was ruined the moment he’d laid eyes on Ruby but it still didn’t cease to amaze you.

Will had always been a very involved father, from the moment Damian had been born. When Raphael came along, Will managed to be just as involved while making sure that Damian didn’t feel left out and did the same for Luke as well.

But with Ruby, he was just a little different.

It wasn’t like he favored Ruby above the boys because God knows he loved those three rascals with all his heart. He made sure he put time aside for them to have outdoor activities and do the things they loved with them so that they wouldn’t feel left out even after Ruby's arrival. But it was little things that he did with Ruby that were just a little different.

Maybe it was the way he cradled her close to him as he walked around the house, or maybe it was when you walked into the living room to see Will lying motionless on the couch, Ruby sleeping peacefully on his chest.

And then there was that one night you’d woken up and despite your exhaustion, the first thought that hit you was that Ruby had been too quiet. Noting Will’s absence from his side of the bed, you climbed out of bed only to find Will quietly singing her to sleep in the nursery.

Just like that, a year passed, with Ruby growing quickly under the watchful loving eye of her father, her three older brothers and her Uncle Jay.

You were a little worried she was gonna be spoilt silly by all of them, but as you sat on the picnic mat and watched the three boys run towards Will, while Ruby shrieked in delight, safe in her father’s arms, you stopped worrying. As long as the six of you, and Jay, were a family, things would work themselves out.

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maslosstuff · 3 months

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Kids stuff

#my fyp #casphardt #caspar von bergliez #fankids #oc child #oc children #linhardt von hevring #fire emblem three houses #fe3h

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rosesinbloom7love · 6 months

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Idea Prompt

I had this cute idea for an Au!

It's a Modern Au where TheRuFumi are married with kids and you follow their day to day life and the hijinks the kids get up to.

It's basically like a sitcom.

I haven't decided on a name yet (i'm soo tempted to call it, 'Keeping up with The Sickles', but that sounds stupid)

L'arc is the CEO of a multinational million dollar company.

Therese is the owner of several chain brand jewelry stores.

And Naofumi is either the owner of a successful trading company or the director of a famous hospital, can't decide.

Their kids (my personal ocs, but replace them with your own ocs) are Akira, Emery and Luca.

Akira is the L'arc x Naofumi child. He's the oldest of the three and has L'arc's dark crimson hair as well as he slightly tan skin tone along with Naofumi's dark green eyes and wild hair type.

In terms of personality, Akira definitely takes after L'arc. He's very laid-back and easy-going, but he's also known to be reckless and a bit of a troublemaker. Naofumi likes to joke how Akira is basically L'arc's mini-me.

Emery is the Naofumi x Therese child. She's the middle child and is a year younger than Akira. When it comes to appearance, Emery takes after Naofumi more. She has long, wavy hair that's a similar raven-black color to Naofumi. However, she has beautiful sapphire eyes and fair, white skin like Therese.

In terms of personality, Emery takes after her mother. She's very level-headed and responsible, always making sure she and her sibling don't get into too much trouble. She's typically quite polite and sweet, at least to the people she likes, however, she is known to be snarky and even down right hostile to the people she doesn't. Something she definitely inherited from Naofumi.

Luca is the L'arc x Therese child and is the youngest of the three siblings. Luca was born around the time Akira was 9 and Emery was 8. His appearance is a mix of both L'arc and Therese.

His hair is slightly long and straight like his Therese, but is a red color like L'arc. However, Luca's hair is more of a light scarlet color compared to his father's deep crimson color. His eyes are a slightly darker shade of blue than his mother's with tiny specks of red. His skin has a similar white tone as Therese.

Luca is a very quiet, yet curious child. He is nowhere near as energetic as his older siblings and preferred to keep to himself most of the time. Though, he does like to follow his siblings and parents around to see what they do all day.

Of course, Filo and Raphtalia are a part of this Au as well!

Raphtalia is L'arc and Therese's step-daughter in this Au. Naofumi adopted Raphtalia when she was only 10 years old. Before then, she was in foster care after losing her parents in a freak accident and having no living relatives to take her in.

Filo was adopted into the family as a baby about two years, before Luca was born. Very information is known about her biological parents. All the orphanage had on Filo was a birth certificate that only had the mother listed with no contact info.

Regardless, Filo was welcomed as the new addition to the family.

I really just wanted a fluffy au that focuses on the domestic family life of TheRuFumi.

#the rising of the shield hero #TheRuFumi #naofumi iwatani #l'arc berg #therese alexandrite #TheRuFumi Family Au #Oc Children #filo #raphtaila #idea prompt #Modern Au

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eiseryn · 3 months

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Happy Birthday, Ceres (M)!

It's a little bit late but it was Ceres (M)'s birthday on January 4th! His birthday (01/04) is the opposite of his namesake's birthday (Ceres original) of April 1 (04/01). His birthday is also close to his father's birthday of Jan 1 (01/01).

He's lowkey becoming one of my favourite Lei x Vail child 🥺 He's the babey of the family. Also he just looks really cool? When I drew him he always has such cool vibes TM

His older sisters Mingxuan (in the green text) and Yuelan (blue text) bought him that coat. They also bought him the same coat in green plaid because they love him and spoil him 🥺 Yes Yuelan is being very tsundere about it.

More Notes about Ceres (M)

He's very heavily doted upon by the rest of the fam as he is the youngest child

His fave cake flavour is white chocolate.

Unlike his father he has poor alcohol tolerance, so he does not drink. He is a juice drinker and loves sweet things.

He started dyeing his hair when he was 16 and occasionally needs to return to his nat hair colour if his hair is dying

Has a pretty solid skincare routine taught to him by his sisters and mother

Has some hidden yandere qualities 👀

More versions of the art below -- it's the same art with different hair colours because I wanted to see how he looked. I really like how this lineart turned out~

A version with his natural hair colour! He sometimes needs to resort to this when the bleach is destroying his hair. I think he looks really good with his natural hair colour... he just looks good in general.

This is him with Vail's hair colour. He probably wouldn't dye it this colour because he likely gets compared to his father too often but I think he looks really good with this hair colour. This is the other coat colour his sisters bought for him :3 They spoil him.

Random + fun notes

I realized that in the bday art of Lei's closest friends -- or in the last two and Lei kind of as well, they both have white turtlenecks as apart of their birthday art (Elise + Vail). So I decided to make all the birthday art of Lei's closest friends this year in 2024 to have white turtlenecks incorporated in the art somehow XD. There is Ceres (April), Gigi (Aug), Lei (Sept) and Elise again (Dec) to look forward to... man so many outfit designs to make all somehow with high necked white tops 🤣🤣🤣 Debating on Flash for his bday art if I wanna give him a white top or not 🤔 he's not a close friend but he's a new friend and one of my faves sooooo maybe it will be a white top but not a turtleneck <- compromise

Relatedly for the birthday art of Lei x Vail kids I plan on them to have black turtlenecks + plaid in their theme colour :3 So I did Ceres (M) with a purple plaid jacket (top) so I'm going to do the twins with black turtlenecks and plaid bottoms :3 Yuelan is a skirt girl and Mingxuan a shorts girl. Already lowkey designed their outfits XD hopefully I'll get to draw their bday art come May~ (They are Geminis -- can you guess the date?)

#my oc #my art #ceres (M)#ceres the son #oc #original character #oc children #ceres jr #children of oc #oc birthday #oc birthday art #vailei siblings #I'm really proud of how this one turned out tbh I popped off with the sketch and lineart #oc art #oc artwork #oc illustration

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liaromancewriter · 2 years

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Double Trouble

Premise: When it comes to cheering each other up, these twins know exactly what to do.

Book: Open Heart (post series, adjacent) Characters: Eloise Ramsey, Sophie Ramsey (OC Children) of Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff. Warning: Strong language Words: 2,015

A/N: Technically, this is more of an original story with original characters, but set in my Open Heart universe. Hope you enjoy it.

Submission for @choicesaugustchallenge Day 4 prompt “popcorn”. Inspired by no.3 from the @creativepromptsforwriting Protective Family prompts list. Submit for reblog to @creativepromptfills

She drove like a demon, zigzagging the nifty little convertible up I-95, a woman on a mission. She’d started the two-hour journey with the top down, her long brown stuffed under a Red Sox cap, reluctantly putting up the roof when rain clouds opened up near Princeton.

An eclectic playlist of classic rock, blues, hip-hop and contemporary hits blasted away, her soulful voice joining in the chorus when the mood called for it. Her green eyes sparkled with joy as she recalled the last road trip with her twin and how they’d played car karaoke to pass the time.

The rain was a distant memory by the time Eloise Ramsey exited the Lincoln Tunnel and drove through Midtown Manhattan and into the Upper West Side. She entered the security code for the underground garage, waited for the gate to close behind her and then zipped her car into the assigned spot minutes later.

Checking her wristwatch as the elevator ascended, she roughly calculated the time it would take to hike eight blocks to the dance studio near Lincoln Center. She had just enough time to drop off her overnight bag and grab a bottle of water. Perfect timing.

A haunting melody filled the air, telling the story of love found and love lost, of obstacles to face, and evil to defeat. The dancers faced the mirror and moved in sync with the music, arms and feet starting in first position and ending in fifth; following directions of a demanding instructor whose talent had once graced the most storied stages in the ballet world.

Lost in the intricacies of the choreography, Sophie Ramsey’s body flowed effortlessly with the music while her green eyes sharpened in concentration. Her foot barely touched the wooden floor as she executed a series of pirouettes, her arms in first position, holding her chest and keeping her breathing measured.

“Good job, everyone. That’s a wrap for today,” clapped Madame Juliette as the sequence came to a close and the dancers deflated where they stood. “Sophie, watch your turnout; the end was slightly wobbly. Emily, tuck in your stomach on first. Remember everyone, we only have three weeks until the fall season opener.”

The door to the studio had barely closed behind Madame when it slammed open and then Sophie was rushing into her sister’s arms. The twins hugged each other close, whispering “I missed you” over and over, and admitting with just those three words how unbearable their separation of the last few weeks had been.

After a lifetime together, for the first time they were living in different cities. El had moved to Philadelphia for grad school last month while Sophie stayed in New York to begin her first professional role in the corps de ballet of the revered American Ballet Theatre company.

Sophie was the first to pull back. “What are you doing here? Don’t you have classes today?”

“Just in the morning,” said El, nodding to the departing dancers and accompanying her sister to the far side of the room to collect her things. “I lit out as soon as I saw that asshat’s post. Did Garrett Bloody Davenport the Fourth seriously break up with you on Picta?” She frowned as she recalled the notification that had popped up on her phone with the words ‘Finally free’. “What kind of fucked up fuckhead does that? And to my sister of all people?”

Sophie silently groaned as El continued making up inventive and insulting names for her ex-boyfriend with every sentence. She pulled on trackpants and a hoodie over her tights and leotard, sat down to put her sneakers on, and waited for her sister to finish her tirade.

“Why am I more upset about this than you?” El demanded, brows snapping together, hands on her hips, and looking too much like Doctor Ramsey facing off against innocent interns (a comparison they’d heard from their mother on more than one occasion).

Sophie sighed and uncrossed her legs to get off the floor in a single fluid motion, swinging her dance bag over one shoulder.

“He bruised my ego, not my heart,” she said, reaching for her sister’s hand. “Did it hurt coming into work today and have everyone staring at their phone, whispering about me? Yes. He didn’t even have the decency to tell me first. But, I have a season opener to get ready for and I won’t throw away everything I worked so hard for because of him. Besides, he was not my soulmate. It’s that simple.”

“Well, I want to chop his balls off and feed them, inch by inch, to the bottom-feeders in the Hudson,” exclaimed El, throwing her hands up in exasperation at her sister’s calm demeanor.

“Why not the East River?” mused Sophie curiously. “It’s more polluted.”

“The chemical runoff in the Hudson is worse,” El shrugged. “Looks can be deceiving, just like Garrett Buttface Davenport the Fourth.”

Sophie burst into laughter as much at the nonchalance in her sister’s voice as the childish insult. “I’m so glad you’re here!”

“Ditto,” El grinned and slung an arm around Sophie’s shoulder as they walked out of the studio and outside into the street “I’m taking you out tonight to celebrate your freedom from that jerkwad . Tits out, skirts up, a little dancing and a whole lotta drinking. The Ramsey Twins are taking Manhattan and no one’s safe!”

Later that night, a town car stopped outside a nondescript building in the Meatpacking District with a line of potential club patrons waiting to enter. The bouncer saw two attractive young women climb out of a car looking and smelling like money and waved them through before the paparazzies could even aim their devices, much to El and Sophie’s delight.

True to El’s word, their dresses were short enough and heels high enough to make the most of their legs, and at almost five-feet-eleven there was a lot of leg on display. And while their tits weren’t exactly out, the expensive fabric hugged the curves so that more than a few eyes tracked their movements as soon they entered the club.

Swirling lights, loud, pumping music, and the energy inside was intoxicating and the looks they received flattering enough to quickly forget hurt pride and a bruised ego. With a silent exchange and a nod, they descended to the packed dancefloor and joined the crowd feeding off of the adrenaline and dancing to the DJ mixing the tunes.

Sophie placed her hands on El’s shoulders and they let the fast-paced rhythm carry them away, long, dark hair swinging around them. When the beat changed and everyone started jumping, they held on, laughing as they turned their backs to each other, hips twisting, hands in the air, letting their bodies vibe with the music.

They held hands as they changed sides, and switched up partners every now and then, matching their steps to that of other dancers under the pulsating lights. But always they found each other. And when the DJ took a break, the sisters were breathless, falling into each other’s arms and giggling as their legs protested the vigorous exercise in high heels.

“Water,” panted Sophie. “I’m begging you!”

“No way, sis,” El said, leading Sophie to the bar where she caught the eye of a cute bartender and placed their order.

“Hydration after dancing is better than alcohol,” Sophie pouted, her throat parched from thirst.

El scoffed as Sophie knew she would. “Clearly I came back just in time if that’s your first thought. We’re young, we’re beautiful, and we’re in New York’s hottest club right now. We’re doing shots!”

The bartender returned with their drinks, lining up six rainbow-colored shots in front of them with a wink. El picked up one and so did Sophie.

“Alright, you know the rul…” El began but Sophie threw back the first shot in one quick move, slamming the empty glass down and picking up another.

“You snooze, you lose,” she smirked and the race was on to see who’d finish first. It was too close to call and, with the bartender playing referee, they agreed on a tie.

Sophie glanced around the club and thought back to how many of these places El had dragged her to, even back home in Boston. Whether it was with their group of friends or cousins, or just the two of them, her sister had a way of making a night out fun and memorable.

Tears gathered as she remembered that El was only here for today and tomorrow she would be alone again.

“Uh-oh,” El teased. “If this is about Asshole the Fourth, we’re going to need more shots.” She started to lift her hand to order more but Sophie shook her head.

“I wouldn’t waste my tears on that moldy bowl of mayonnaise,” Sophie said dismissively and then her expression became crestfallen. “I hate that you’re not down the hall anymore. The room is still yours, of course, but it’s not the same! Soon you’re going to be too busy with classes and working in the Philly hotel and won’t have time to come up here whenever.”

She peered into her sister’s eyes, a mirror of her own just like the rest of her and could tell that El felt the same. They could read each other perfectly, always had. Growing up sucked if it meant their careers would take them away from each other.

“Let’s get out of here,” El said, reaching for her credit card to pay for their drinks. “Slumber party back at our place?”

“Popcorn with extra butter, M&Ms, and gummy bears?” asked Sophie, perking up.

“Is there any other way to eat popcorn?” El quipped with a twist of her lips.

They pushed their way through the wall-to-wall crowd that had grown in the last hour or so, heading towards the exit. Passing by a booth, Sophie suddenly cried out when someone grabbed her hand and tugged her onto their lap, wrapping their arms tight around her.

“Hey! Get your hands off my sister.”

El reached Sophie instantly, throwing her harasser, who was clearly drunk, a nasty look as she pushed his hands away and started to pull Sophie off him. It would have been fine if right at that moment someone hadn’t crashed into her, causing her to teeter on her heels and fall on the drunken clubgoer.

Unfortunately for him, when El’s hands tried to find purchase she smashed his balls into the seat and his high-pitched screams tore through the club. The more she struggled to get off him, the worse it became until, thankfully, Sophie was able to pull her upright and hold her arm for balance.

By then the club’s security had been alerted to the altercation and minutes later both Sophie and El found themselves being unceremoniously shown out of the club’s back door.

“Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod…” Sophie broke off into giggles. “Did we just get thrown out of New York’s hottest club?!?”

“Hmm. And we didn’t even have to punch someone like mom and Uncle Max did,” said El, laughing as she jumped on Sophie’s back, locking her hands around her collarbone.

Sophie laughed too as they spun around the semi-lit alley. “Nope, we just neutered some poor guy who was too drunk to know what he was doing and will likely have sore balls courtesy of the Ramsey Twins.”

“He messed with the wrong twins,” said El, taking her phone out of a tiny purse to text their driver. “Did it work?” She asked, pocketing the phone as they started to walk towards the mouth of the alley.

Sophie looked over confused and then her face cleared as she remembered what tonight was about. “Don’t even remember his name.”

“Right answer.”

Later that night as they sat on the floor munching on popcorn and sharing confidences, they knew that life was full of uncertainties. But the one thing Eloise and Sophie could be certain of was that they would always stand up for each other. It was them against the world. Sisters. Twins. Always.

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