#she’s my baby daughter I must be kissing and bothering her always

[tsuchinokoroyale]

The day in the life of a small cat

#she’s my baby daughter I must be kissing and bothering her always #she loves it tho I know bc she doesn’t run away from a kiss barrage anymore 😍 #gpoy

[suguann]

Ex-husband!Gojo who doesn’t understand that the parents (mostly the moms who try to hide behind their giant sunglasses) at Mio’s soccer games talk, and he chooses today to pull you into his lap. Several sideways glances cast your way at how cozy you both must look as you watch your four-year-old daughter run in the wrong direction across the field because she got distracted by a butterfly.

He doesn’t hear what they talk about—aren’t they divorced? I’ve never seen anyone divorced act like that—or (worse) when they try to be subtle about their probing into Satoru’s dating life while you stand there with a stilted smile plastered onto your face. 

(More than likely, he’s listened to every word and doesn’t give it the same amount of thought or care as you do.)

“Gojo,” you hiss, trying to move off his lap to no avail. “I have my own chair.”

“Can you still call me that if it’s your name too?”

A huff. “Go bother somebody else—”

“Shh,” he tells you, tugging you further against his chest. “You’re missing the game. Mio’s finally found her way back onto the field again.”

“But everyone’s staring at us.” You catch the eye of a mother tearing into a pack of fruit snacks.

“So? Let them stare.”

Everyone starts cheering, and you both watch Mio chase the ball down the field, her little body ducking between the taller kids. 

“That’s my girl!” Gojo shouts over the other parents.    

And then Mio kicks the ball into— 

The wrong goal.

“Maybe we should have let her join t-ball,” you whisper, though you both clap as your daughter starts doing not-quite cartwheels in the middle of the field.

Ex-husband!Gojo who still does work around the house every Friday, and to your dismay, shirtless now that the weather is warmer.

The plate in your hands has a few scuffs, half of a cartoon character’s face scrubbed off to oblivion that Mio will have something to say about later. Doing everything to stop from staring out into the yard where he’s mowing the lawn because the window is right there, above the sink, to tempt you.

It’s difficult when his chest glistens with sweat from the early-summer heat and how those stupid gray cotton shorts (that you know he picked out with the sole purpose of torturing you) sit dangerously low on his hips— 

He looks towards the kitchen window, a crooked smile stretching across his lips. The blood rushing to your brain, that must be what makes you give a sudsy wave and cause heat to creep into your middle.

Ex-husband!Gojo who strolls into your room while you’re putting away laundry one afternoon, and unsurprisingly shirtless as he crowds you against the dresser. Front to back. His mouth at your ear.

That steady resolve you pride yourself in crumbles at your feet, and you swallow the tiny, helpless sound working its way up your throat. A slippery thing that slips out. “Satoru…”

“You know, these little shorts were always my favorite,” he tells you, his fingers playing with the elastic waistband.

“Were they?”

“Don’t you remember? Couldn’t get them out of the way fast enough.”

Your mouth is dry, something playing in a loop in the back of your brain. Early morning, breakfast cooling on the stove, crumbs stuck to your cheek, these shorts dangling off the leg propped up on the counter—

“Where’s Mio?”

A kiss to your nape, a knowing smile. “Taking a nap.”

Ex-husband!Gojo who works your shorts and underwear off your legs before pulling you to the edge of the bed. 

“Satoru, we—we can’t keep doing this—”

Your words trail off into a moan when he slaps your clit with the leaky tip of his cock, and wet sounds echo in the room.

“Yeah? Go on, baby,” he tells you, slowly splitting you open, stuffing you full, two puzzle pieces slotting perfectly into place like it should be (how it’s always been). “Tell me some more why we can’t keep doing this.” 

You can’t, not with how he’s filling you up in the way only he knows how. Not when he hooks two thick fingers into your mouth because you’re getting too loud, pinning you against the bed with your cheek buried into your pillow, every sound choking into nothing.

You wriggle underneath him, fingers clawing at the comforter and your back arching.

“Christ, look at you,” he growls, leaning over you, teeth bared. “Fucking look at you. You needed this, didn’t you?”

Ex-husband!Gojo who presses what leaks out back inside you with his thumb after he pulls out, wet and sticky circles between your legs until you fall apart again with a soft cry. His thumb is there again, at your entrance, pushing and stopping like a plug, muttering something under his breath that sounds like, “Can’t waste it.” 

And quieter, “Maybe it’ll take.”

(Who knows?

Maybe it will. Worse things have happened.)

Ex-husband!Gojo who stays for dinner for the fourth time that week, and none of the reasons have been because Mio asked if he could. It’s more about the fact that you’ve enjoyed how whole your family feels again, that you can pretend for a moment this is what you do every night.

(How it was probably always going to come back to this.) 

That your wedding ring doesn’t sit in the back of your sock drawer, and his isn’t tucked away in his wallet. That you don’t feel guilty when you think about saying I love you or wishing he’d stay longer—

“Daddy, you gonna lose,” Mio tells Satoru as Mario Kart appears on the screen.

“We’ll see,” he laughs, tugging on one of her pigtails until she’s giggling and swatting his hand away.

You lean back against the couch, watching them with a small smile you share with Satoru over your daughter’s head.

#gojo satoru smut #gojo smut #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo imagine #jjk drabbles #jjk x you #jjk fic #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #fem!reader #.things i write

[hedgehog-moss]

These days Poldine gets to go out for a little walk every day at apéritif time, because she's a good llama who doesn't bother my guests (too much) (she does ask for baby carrots and kisses) and she always returns to her pasture without a fuss. It's become a nice little summer evening ritual.

And it happened several times that Pampérigouste didn't see me open the gate for her daughter, and, when she realised Poldine was out, became genuinely puzzled as to how her prim and proper kid found a way out that she hadn't.

Pampelune would be allowed to go out too, but most of the time she's content to stay in the pasture with Pirlouit; it's only Pampe who (once she realises her daughter can't possibly have escaped on her own and I must have facilitated it) is like

#crawling along #i occasionally let all the llamas out but in this case i halter pampy and/or poldine #and keep pirlouit in the pasture and pandolf in the house #pampe tries to flee but once she realises she can't lead other animals down the path of evil she often loses interest #and comes back #''you guys are no fun'' #the strategy only has a 75% chance of success. it's a gamble. sometimes pampe leaves on her own #''i don't even care i'll have an adventure all by myself then. it'll be JUST AS FUN'' #but you can tell her heart's not in it

[jemilyswhor3]

Shared Bedroom

A/N: This has been in my drafts for too long

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Female!Reader

Warning: smut, oral (r receiving), fingering, nipple playing, mommy kink, dom!wanda, sub!reader, use of pet names, light praise kink, reader in college, R (20-22), Wanda (25-27), reader is daughter of tony stark

Summary: You've just finished your training. You went to your room to study, only to be left doing something else, or rather, someone else doing you.

Word Count: 2.1K

Your training with Nat had just finished and it was already 8:27 PM. You have an early class tomorrow, so you head towards your shared bedroom with Wanda. You opened the door, and to your shock, she was nowhere to be found. She was always the early bird- sleeping in at 8:00 PM and waking up at 5:00 AM kinda gal, so it had you wondering where she could be at this state of time. You shrugged it off, took some shorts and a camisole out of your closet for later to change in, and headed to the bathroom. You took a nice warm shower and did your night routine. After your self-care, you opened the door, ready to head to your study table to do what's left of your thesis.

''Wanda!'' You exclaimed, surprisingly seeing the woman in her robe, sitting in bed while on her phone. ''Oh, hey, Y/N'' She looked up and back down at her phone again. ''Where were you?'' You asked while taking a seat at your table. ''I was helping Clint with carrying some stuff, why?'' She puts her phone down and focuses her attention on you. ''Nothing'' You pout, ''It's just that you usually sleep in early''. ''Yeah, I- I kinda couldn't sleep without your company'' She awkwardly stated. ''Oh,'' Your cheeks flushed. You draw your attention to your table while taking out your laptop from your bag. She stands up and walked toward you. ''What's that?'' She pointed out to your laptop screen.''My thesis. I'm practically done, just have to proofread it'' You replied, pointing at the screen. ''Long day with Nat?'' She circles your back. ''Yeah. Started training at 4:30 today'' You focus your attention on the screen, avoiding staring at her figure in the mirror's reflection. ''I remember my training days with her. Your father said it's 'mandatory' '' She mocked Tony. ''You must feel very tired'' She slowly puts both her hands on your shoulders and slowly started massaging them. ''Don't bother'' You place your left hand on top of her right, that's on your shoulder, removing it from you. ''I insist'' She flutters her eyes while she carefully places your hand back on your keyboard and hers on your shoulders. "Whatever you say" You start to open the document on your screen. She continues to gently massage your shoulders while you type in corrections. You feel her hand slowly nudging the sleeve off your right shoulder. She gently places your hair on your left side, which gave shivers down your spine. She starts to lean down to your neck and you feel her cold breath hit your skin. Barely maintaining focus on your screen, trying to process what's happening in the present, your eyes fluttering, and your body slightly trembling. She starts to kiss your neck, leaving soft gentle kisses all over it. You both still don't utter a word to each other. You gave in and fully closed your eyes for a couple of seconds, trying your best for her to not notice. She starts getting aggressive and starts sucking your neck, possibly leaving hickeys. You let out a soft low moan, which she liked, given the smile you felt on your neck.

''You like that, baby? Or am I being too aggressive?'' She converses. ''No, no. You're doing perfectly fine'' You whispered to her, unable to properly let out words,  being held back by her kisses. She snuck her hand under your shirt, unclipping your bra. Once she successfully did, she slowly removed your bra straps, letting her slender fingers roam around your arms, making you feel goosebumps all over your body. She fully removed your bra and tossed it someplace else. Your hands and posture are still in front of your desk, mouth wide open, whilst your eyes are closed.

She looks at your reflection in the mirror, laughing at the sight of you being submissive. Soft moans escaped from your mouth, giving her a signal that you want more. She continues to assault your neck with kisses, as she slips her right hand under your shirt since her left is the one that's holding your hair back. She cups one of your tits and started to slowly massage them, making them hard. You create friction between your legs, as you feel that you're getting wetter by the second. She takes her hand off your chest as she slowly tries to slip into your pants. As she was getting closer, you stop her hand and say, "No, not yet" While you gasp for air. Her eyes widen and stopped kissing your neck as she removed her hands from you and walked away.

You opened your eyes and looked at her. "Wh- what are you doing?" You rattled. "You said 'No'" She raised her brow. "I said not yet. I never told you to stop" You furrowed your eyebrows. She stands up and walked toward you. "So, do you want more?" She smirked. You desperately nodded as you gulped. "Stand up" She demanded. You delightfully obliged her demand and looked at her with desperation. She closes your laptop, moved it aside, grabbed you by the waist, lifted you to the table, and aggressively pressed your lips together. She pushed you against the wall, almost breaking the mirror. "Sorry" She apologized, breaking the kiss. "No need to say sorry, Mommy" You smirk at her and pushed your lips against hers. You feel her smirk while you make out. "Mommy. I like it" "I knew you would" Your hands start to travel all over her body, removing her robe, only to reveal her in a short black silk dress. "Like what you see?" "Did you lock the doors?" You asked. "I did. Why?" She pulled your lips together before you could respond. You backed away from the kiss, making her annoyed, only to be delighted at what you have to say, "Take me to bed" You gasp for air. She looked at you from head to toe and let out a wide smile. She lifts you up while still maintaining the kiss you both are sharing.

She slams you in the middle of the bed still maintaining the kiss while your legs was wrapped around her. You relax your legs while she stabilizes herself on top of you. She starts to move her hand down your shorts, gripping your thigh. She places her hand in the middle of your legs and teased your clothed cunt, moving her index finger up and down. ''Oh, please just fuck me already'' You let out while humping on her finger. ''Not just yet'' She whispers to your ear. She moves down to your neck, placing kisses and sucking it roughly. You gasp for air and moan in awe at her movements all over your body. ''Is now the time?'' You asked in desperation. ''No, not yet'' She said in between kisses, mocking you.

''Please, Mommy'' You begged. ''You want me that bad inside of you? You think calling me Mommy will get you that?'' She looked up at you and smirked. "Yes, please" You nod in anticipation. ''Why the rush, baby?'' She continues her movements on your neck. ''I've been waiting for this for so long'' You let out. She replied in a sinister tone, ''Really?'' She replaces her index with her thumb rubbing against your clit. ''Mhm,'' You eagerly nod. ''Are you sure? What about your fa-'' You place your hand over her mouth stopping her from continuing her sentence. "Don't worry about him. He'll never know" Wanda can see the desperation in your eyes. She smirks at you and gently makes her way down to your chest, stomach, your lower belly while placing soft kisses all around your body.

She looked up at you for confirmation if you wanna go through this before going down. You give her the fastest nod you could, and to that, she made her way down. While under the covers, she slowly removes your shorts, leaving her a sight of your wet panties. "So wet, just for me" You hear her whisper. You felt the vibration from her voice teasing you. "Please. Just please fuck me already" You pant.  "What's my name" She reveals her head from under the covers. "What?" You asked, not quite comprehending the words she said earlier. "You didn't say my name" She trails her fingers along your stomach, making little swirls here and there. "Mommy. Please fuck me, Mommy" You said while you bite your lip at the last word."That's what I want" She slides her finger inside your underwear, plunging in her index finger. You gasp at her sudden movement, while you held back your moans as she thrust her finger in and out. "Was that so hard to say?" She mockingly said. "Please, one more" You begged while gripping on the sheets and biting your lower lip. "See, honey. You keep forgetting my name" She pulls her finger out.

You, desperate for her touch, released your grip from the sheets and cupped her face. "Pl- Please, Mommy. I want you inside of me- all of you" You begged with puppy dog eyes. She smirks at your request and slowly slid her fingers down again. This time, she added two fingers making your eyes roll and back arch. "Mhm, you like that, huh? Does my baby like Mommy's fingers inside of her?" She softly asked. You give her an eager nod whilst your eyes are closed, unable to utter words. "Mhm," She hums as she uses her thumb to make circles on your clit.

All of it was so much- too much. You're so close to climaxing, you're already at the edge. "Mommy," You whimper. "What is it, baby?" She responded, concerned. "I- I'm gonna cum" You replied while you thrust your body into her fingers. "Oh, no you aren't. You can cum when I tell you so" She demanded. Your eyes closed, back-arching, toe-curling, hands gripping the sheets, and lip biting, unable to keep it in you. "Please- Please let me cum- Mommy" You added, almost forgetting to say her name. "Almost, sweetheart" She teased while she slowly goes down on you.

She took her fingers off and replaced them with her tongue, flicking it all across from your entrance to your clit. She slowly started the pace, and as time went by, she started going faster. You moan your heart out while your back arched. "Come on, baby. Cum on Mommy's tongue so she can taste your sweet juices" She eagerly demanded, somehow gasping for air. You gave in and came on her tongue as she tries to catch it all by lapping her tongue all over you. "Mhm," She moans. "You taste so fucking good, malyshka" Your cheeks turned bright red, giving up from trying to hide it, just enjoying the moment you two are sharing.

She moves up beside you and lays down. "Wow. That was-" "Amazing. You were so good for Mommy" She compliments you whilst she turns to look at you. "I was gonna say magical, but amazing is also what it is" You smile at her. You grab her by the chin and pushed your lips together, sharing a passionate kiss. "I don't wanna lose you," You said, breaking the kiss. She sits up properly and cups your cheeks. "Don't worry, baby. I'll always be right here. I'm never leaving your side" She rubs your cheeks. You smile at her as you take her hand off and start to kiss her knuckles, up to her arms, and eventually to her neck.

"Oh, you want to go for round two?" She chuckles as she makes her way under you again. You stop her hands before she could go down, and look her in the eyes. "No. You've already done so much for me. It's time I return the favor" You smirk at her. You went down under the covers and started to plant kisses along your way down.

And for the rest of the night, you two made passionate love to each other until sunrise. You regret nothing of it all. Although, you remembered your thesis that you need to pass today. You mentioned it to Wanda, and just like that, she used her magic to fix your thesis and messed with the weather so you don't have to go to class later in the morning. "You should've told me you could do that before" You laughed, amazed at what she had just done. "If I did, then maybe we wouldn't be kissing and cuddling right now" She pulls you in for a soft peck on the lips that turned into a full-on make-out. After your make-out session with Wanda, you both snuggled up and went to sleep like babies.

________________________________ A/N: Omg! This is my first time writing smut and I think that I didn't do that bad for the first time. I was not at all planning on writing a full smut story, but kinda like an angsty tease and leave the rest to your imagination, cause I feel uncomfortable when it comes to writing smut with fictional characters- or just in general, but I guess I got carried away lmao.

I also wanted to write something like this to widen my writing skills and, also cause I want to try to write in all genres to see which one I'm best at.

Please don't be harsh💀 This might feel rushed, cause I kinda did, cause I felt uncomfy.

I also uploaded this on ao3, @wandaswitch

#wanda maximilf #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x yn #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda maximoff smut #the scarlet witch #Scarlet Witch #scarlet witch smut #wlw #wlw smut #lesbian smut #smut #civil war #mommy wanda #wandavision

[skz-bibi]

(🔴) ... [ NOW PLAYING ] [STAY-MADE] JEONGIN AND BIBI CUTEST MOMENTS !

(intro). all i have to say is if you don't believe in soulmates, then you will after this , let's just get started🫰🏻🩷

➩ CLIP #1 PLAYING… 📼 !

first seulin clip ever

*look at baby seulin, stuck together as glue* "introduce yourselves." *keep in mind they aren't even together at this point* *introduces themselves* "yah" *changbin always being the one to clock their tea , even in 2017🤭* "are you two super glued together?" *will always embarass them two*

➩ CLIP #2 PLAYING… 📼 !

jeongin who hates skinship , but bibi who loves it

*example one* a fan video of them at the airport: bibi standing around waiting *she looks so lost 😭* *here comes jeongin* "ah cute!" *that fan is so real🤞🏽* bibi wrapping her arms around his arm. *fans screeching* *stays when seulin move an inch:* *jeongin wrote hug me and decided he loved skinship all of a sudden🤔*

*example two* *bibi vlog* *jeongin driving* *bibi looking at her phone* "what do you want to eat?" *jeongin shrugs* "i don't what do you want?" *annoyed bibi* "are you teasing me?" *knows he is* "now you know how i feel" *bibi holds her hand out while he's driving* *he's a one hand driver🫠😳* "what is it?" *teasing her by pushing her hand* "yah yang jeongin" *oop not the government name* "focus on driving* *smiles cause he see's her getting annoyed* "why do you want to hold my hand so much" *still picks it up.* *she smiles* "so happy for what" *kisses his hand* "stop it" *our maknae trying not to blush around bibi* "i'll let your hand go." *he doesn't 🙂*

*bibi sniffing his hair* *bibi idol and jeongins personal hairstylist* "come here." *jeongin comes no questions asked* "let me fix your hair." *stands there and let's her fix his hair* *bibi randomly sniffs his hair😭* *hyunjin 🤝🏽 bibi = sniffing his hair* "your hair smells nice, im gonna steal your shampoo." *jeongin must be used to this cause he ain't flinch , just wraps his arms to keep her steady😭* "i'll just get you a bottle." *makes sense because many fans have said they smell similar*

➩ CLIP #3 PLAYING… 📼 !

seulin and their families getting along

*jeongins mom and bibi ft. jeongins younger brother* "noona , you need to visit more." *annoyed jeongin* "yah! you're awfully friendly , you never welcome me like this." *jealous innie* "because i don't like you" *bibi laughs* "i don't find it funny" *sulky jeongin* "seulbi-ah , eat this." *hands her a plate of fruit* "thank you mom." *she calls her mom im cryin 😭😭😭* "eomma , where's mine?" *like jeongin trying to figure out who's the actual child in this family* *tries to take bibi's* *mrs.yang slaps his hand* "ouch— she needs that, cut your own." *bibi teasing him* "this is why you'll never come over here again." *not if his mom has anything to say , that's her future daughter in law 😭🩷.*

"jeonginnie, look at this." *shows a photo of baby bibi* *bibi is certain her mom is out to get her* "mom stop it" "was she the same as now?" *jeongin living to make her miserable* "just know if you two have kids they'll be lots of trouble." *both of them shocked* "m-mom." *stressed jeongin* *bibi's mom the biggest seulin shipper there is😭😭*

*bonus their older brothers talking about them in his vlog* *jeongin oldest bother and bibi's biggest enemy* "we seen our siblings in concert the other day, it's weird seeing them on stage." *jeongins brother agrees* "especially when we see them when they're not being cool on stage." *about to embarass them both* "remember when we went ice skating and bibi slipped and fell, and then jeonginnie , tripped over her and they both were on the ground cause they couldn't get up in the skates." *cuts to bibi live* "IM GONNA KILL THEM BOTH!!!" *the eye twitch is killing me😭*

➩ CLIP #4 PLAYING… 📼 !

bibi being jeongins person

*a fan video of them at a concert* *jeongin about to cry on stage* *bibi sensing something is wrong* *looking at her turning to see where he is 🫠* *sees that he's crying* *runs over to hug him* *look at her wiping his tears she's so cute*

*2023 clip* "only im allowed to fuss and scold him, he has me to do that, no one else should be doing that but me." *look at that death glare, doesn't it remind you of something🤔?* *flashback to 2017 , skz survival show* *jyp scolding jeongin* *that same death stare, she ain't never been scared to glare at that man* *he did say she has the coldest glare😳* *bibi whispering to jeongin* "you did go okay, don't beat yourself up, or i'll beat you up, got it?" *bibi still scolding while comforting him*

*a clip jeongin posted to his instagram of himself* "jeongin! jeonginnie! jagiya!" *look at the smile, he's in love😭*

➩ CLIP #5 PLAYING… 📼 !

what skz say about them ???

"those dramas where they knew each other in their past life to, that's them, they were destined to know each other." - bangchan

"even when they're upset with each other , you can still the fondness they have for each other, he'll still bring her food even though he's upset" - lee know

"i told them to separate , and they still haven't , seven years later, im convinced they are actually super glued." - changbin

"at this point we should all be waiting for a a wedding invitation." - hyunjin

"a love that can only be found in fictional stories." - felix

"i don't think you could separate them if you wanted to, they wouldn't let you." - seungmin

(outro). i could show you 1000 other clips, i mean we have 7 years of footage, but at this point im just waiting for the wedding announcement, just like hyunjin 🤭🤭🤭🤭

©️SKZ-BIBI

#꒰..🪷꒱ bibi : content ⊹꒪ #stray kids 9th member #stray kids female addition #stray kids female member #kpop female addition #kpop addition #kpop female oc #kpop extra member #stray kids extra member #stray kids ninth member #skz 9th member #9th member of stray kids #9th member of skz #skz female member #kpop female member #fictional kpop community #fictional idol oc #fictional idol community #fictional kpop oc #skz female addition #skz added member

[keepyourpantsongohan]

Ayesha Liveblogs Spy x Family S2

Awww, I like that Bond Forger the Dog also gets an intro about HIS secret identity. Equal opportunity deceit

Are we finally going to learn who exacty Yor is fighting? I would like to know!

Been there Anya, I also had little patience for watching the news as as a kid. Though, it seems more important in a pre-internet era

"Okay, you can change the channel." Loid Forger, International Spy, defeated by one (1) sad look from his little daughter

"I absolutely cannot tell him that I got shot in the butt while fighting a group of armed men." 10/10 episode plot, I cannot wait

"I've been relying on her too much without realizing it, and it's upset her. Yes, that must be it! I must do everything in my power to remedy this at once!" Loid immediately blaming Yor's mood on himself and deciding he has to be respond by being a better husband!!! I will keep saying it. He is THE Husband. World's Most Husband

"Why don't we go on a date?" HEE HEE

Puzzling that Yor thinks she hasn't been on a date though, when I can think of at least three dates so far (party-grenade-proposal date, lunch date, and drinks-and-reassurance date)

"I can't leave Anya alone at home, and this is a very important mission to ensure that we remain one happy family." It seems Loid has learned from the spy transmission debacle

"Last night, I came up with 862 date plans to ensure that Yor has fun." He's insane. I want to give him a leetle kiss

HAHAHAHA Franky being absolutely thrilled to bother Loid and Yor on their date. What a friendship 💕

Intriguing that Anya's telepathy has a distance limit. Tell me more!

Honestly, Yor having to position herself in a specific way to avoid pain is relatable. We love a chronic pain queen

"This woman had built up an immunity to poisons." HAHAHAHAHA the poison fixing Yor's pain. Sometimes, drinking does solve your problems!

LMAOOOO them censoring the bomb components. A real "don't try this at home" moment

NOT THE BABY MAKING THE BOMB. ANYA PLEASE

"I'm going to forget all this and live a normal life." Perfect. Forgers reforming their enemies left and right

"If it's not too much trouble, please invite me out again sometime." Never let being married stand in the way of your husband becoming your boyfriend 🥰

SCREAM at Bond's perception of what Loid does for work. I guess he's closer to the truth than most:

"Are you trying to do this for your... no. Are you trying to get revenge for your friends who were experimented on?" HAHAHA is Loid blushing because he wants to call himself his dog's dad?

FBKFJHFFHKJHF Loid taking on Bond as his mission back-up. He truly can be swayed so easily

WHERE DID LOID GET A DOG-SIZED SKI MASK AHHAHAHA

I love the giant puppy spy sidekick, employ this dog ASAP

"While they're busy playing, I'm going to work hard to get to the top," said Damian Desmond, Six Years Old, for whom The Top was beating all the other little bougie first graders

"Your friendship... preciously elegant." Me whenever I finish hanging out with my friends

I love that Henderson-sensei sends the kids out on a picnic as a punishment. He really is as silly as he is strict

I don't know if this is a vegetarian thing or a cultural thing but it always seems wild to me how people in anime bite into fish, scales and all

"Did you know that the most recent studies in neuroscience suggest that your brain feels really revitalized when you're spacing out?" I like Mr. Green, Grizzled Navy Custodian, too

HAHA Damian trying his hardest to space out. Me when people tell me to practice mindfulness

"Oh, you don't [have a goal], eh? That's perfectly fine!" "Actually, I want to live my life eating lots of snacks." "Splendid! You'll have to think earnestly about how to make that possible." I take it back, I LOVE MR. GREEN

Ready to sob about this field trip actually. AHHHHHHH:

"Good evening, Mr. Vile Trash." ACAB; All Cops are (Weird) Brothers

"What's so wrong about trying to improve the country my family lives in?" Nothing but the hostile, paternalistic nationalism of a Cold War, Frank Perkin, Newspaper Sensationalist and Adult Bully of Wealthy Children

"I'll request that your father gets some financial aid to get by." I feel like that will not make up for imprisoning his son, Yuri, but whatever helps you sleep

"Blech." That's also how I feel about Weird Brother Yuri, Anya

"Revenge will only make you sadder. I'll make you forget about all that with my love." This is the plot of Naruto

Honestly, I was super sold on the Bondman Polycule when it was just him, his spy partner Agent M, and the enemy spy lady who had all linked arms together. I feel like this could work:

"How was anything he did gentlemanly?" Loid said: I'm a one-woman kind of spy

"Lord Damian, how could you possibly pick the joker there." "Shut up!' [Internally] She's so unfair... Damn it! I like to believe Loid might approve of Damian's crush purely because he is also willing to do whatever Anya wants if she makes one (1) sad face

Poor Anya. She's really most suited to using her street smarts

"Garden? The group of assassins who have been in this country for ages? They're basically urban legends, aren't they?" FINALLY we're finding out more about Yor's job!! They do in fact seem at cross purposes with the spies

[Loid already walking away] "He's such a heartless jerk." I bet you $5 he has already decided to help Franky LMAO

Update from 8 min later: Alright, I owe you $5, he didn't care

"Am I normal?! Oh, thank goodness!" said Yor excitedly, as if that were not a moderately suspicious response to being called normal

Excited for an ep with no double-barreled title. Plot progression!

I truly don't know where this falls on the spectrum of ways that anime will depict black and brown characters LMAO. Like Donovan Desmond, the Shopkeeper has an extremely haunting aura:

"You will be providing protection on this mission." Oooooh, change of pace!

"Is there actually any reason why I should continue my job as a killer?" A question every assassin should ask themselves, I think

"HQ may or may not be trying to cut back on our shady overtime practices." Incredible. I can't believe even the underground spy agency has PTO. I wonder who regulates spy labour law

"If not for this bodyguard job, the three of us could've enjoyed this vacation together." AWWW Yor loves her family so much

"You can say this is a gangster's destiny." [Reba voice] A single mom who works too hard, who loves her kid never stops!

"Papa! We need to hurry up and explore the ship before it sinks!" "It's not going to sink! Stop scaring everyone." The fact the staircase looks distinctly modelled after that one scene from Titanic really sells Anya's point

Loid incapable of framing having fun as anything but a mission ljggkjgj truly he might benefit from a Real Psychologist

"That family's just for camoflauge, right?" "Yes, you're right... Is... that true?" I love Yor slowly admitting that she loves her family for their own sake 💗

As Yor was declaring doing her best, I did worry briefly that someone was going to [redact] Olka. Other anime have been less kind to me than Spy x Family

I love Yor making another mum friend in Olka 💞 Gal pals

Finally saying suspicious things in public has a consequence!!

"It's been a while since we've had dinner without Mama." "Yeah, it's a bit lonely." Hee hee, Loid misses his wife

I love the immediate transformation in Yor's face as soon as Olka/Shaty says she didn't order room service

I don't have much to say but I am really entranced by the assassin vs. assassin + informant goings on!!

"I may not look it, but I'm a married woman, so I'll have to decline." Absolutely loving Yor quietly and efficiently beating these hitmen unconscious as she passes through the cruise ship

"Which is it?! Would normal parents buy their child something in this situation or not?!" Loid is incapable of making a decision without thinking about how it looks in relation to him being a spy. Anxiety king

[In Anya's mind] "Yor! You're an assasin who hates frogs? Let's get a divorce. The Forgers are done." Like father, like anxiety-ridden daughter

"I am a normal father. A good father," said Loid, which is frankly not usually something a good or normal father would say

"Papa, you're not excited at all." Loid defeated by one (1) six-year-old's piercingly accurate psychoanalysis

Loid is facing a true Psychological Battle: The Fitting Room

Anya Ultimate Wingman Award for convincing everyone her mum's battle is actually a circus act

Awwww, Zeb, Fake Husband to Olka, likes her. I hope this is a healthy experience in Yor seeing other fake couples work it out, but I do also think Zeb could mega-die

"As long we people continue to be people, conflict will never end." Alright, Director Doomsday, calm down

"What am I? What am I doing this for?" [B Eilish voice] What was I made foooooor?

"Does she hate me? Or is she just going through a rebellious phase?" Loid whenever one of the Forger girls looks upset: THIS MUST BE MY FAULT SOMEHOW

A hasty and confident NO to Assassin Sniff's whole vibes

We interrupt this program to think about how cute Loid and Anya are!! I love Loid entertaining Anya and also supporting her while he thinks she's missing Yor

"Nice, Mr. Husband!" Oh good, we love a bulletproof vest for Zeb!

Truly a wild juxtaposition of Forger Family Fireworks Night:

"This might be a bit late to ask, but would you consider just peacefully going home?" I love you, Compassionate Combat

I'm having a hard time believing all this will happen without Loid eventually noticing; the fireworks are long gone. I actually do hope Loid crashes her battle, Director Doomsday is out cold

"I'm doing this to support my family.... wait. I guess I am also doing this for money. But... no, I make enough to survive now. I'm hunting down bad guys for my country! For my country? Have I always been so righteous? What am I doing this for?" Poor Yor, this is like the worst possible time for an existential crisis

YOR AND LOID BOTH BEING MOTIVATED BY THEIR DESIRE FOR OTHERS TO LIVE A PEACEFUL LIFE 😭💘😭💘😭💘😭💘

[In Yor's flashback] "Be it for someone else, or for a specific reason, having to endure a merciless job... That's something to be very proud of." I'm sure Loid will acknowledge me. He'll forgive me. I like to think so too, Yor!!

Never mind to Loid helping Yor out, he is busy disarming a bomb threatening to sink them. This truly is the Titanic LMAO

LGLHGLGJHGLJHG Anya accidentally tripping the assassins so they shoot each other. Like mother, like daughter 💖

"You'll be able to enjoy the symphony of agonized screams and roars coming through the wiretaps on this ship." I can't wait for Loid to sink this guy with his own clock-bomb

Update from 30 seconds later: See? Self-owned and sunk

Awwwww Yor really does deserve the baby hug after the day she's had:

"I pray that, someday, you and your family will be able to find true peace." OLKAAAA

"I know it was an emergency, but I ended up casting my family aside again." Loid and Yor having the same crisis about whether to prioritize their family or their jobs 🥺🥺🥺

Loid's blush at Yor catching him skipping as he continues to skip over in her direction. Hee hee

"I hope peaceful days like this will continue forever." ME TOO, YOR!

Get you a mum who would secretly beat up sharks for you ❤️‍🩹

Setting aside how fun snorkeling is, absolutely terrible idea to go into the ocean with an open wound OMG

Loid carrying his whole family is the cutest thing I've ever seen, 10 bajilion/10zo; perfect:

[Internally] "You did a great job." Loid is in loooooove

"I can never tell if he's actually clever, or clumsy." Me either, Handler

Anya learning about the vacation disparity of rich kids LMAO

"If youre going to create a persona for yourself, you need to be strategic and commit." Not Loid turning this lie lecture into a spy lecture in his mind

"Lying is too much work, so I'll try not to do it anymore." Anya's entire set of adult role models do nothing but lie all the time, she really has no frame of reference for honesty

I do a little bit hate the Becky fantasizing about Loid thing, I have been Cardcaptor Sakura'd too much in life

NOT ANYA SELLING OUT HER MUM FOR THE POSSIBILITY OF BECKY BEING HER RICH SIX-YEAR-OLD STEPMUM OH MY GOD

I feel like they take a lot of liberties in translating "Loid-sama" as "my precious Loid" but hey, he is precious

"Yor's going to get the wrong idea, somehow." Loid has finally registered that this child is obsessed with him and he is only concerned for wife not thinking he's a freak. A good husband above all else

"I really don't understand the children of rich people." Me either, Loid

I need you to see Loid's face as Becky declares that this is his expression of love for Yor:

"Your heart is as vast as the sky, and you're stronger than the earth itself. You're the perfect lady." Correct, Becky! Yor is amazing

"I had some extra souvenirs left after handing them out to everyone else. Do you want them?" LMAO @ the implication being lost on Fiona that he doesn't even think of her enough to warrant her own souvenir

I will say, I really do resonate with the theme of the ep being Loid is Hot and Amazing to Everyone But No One Will Ever Measure Up to Yor in His Eyes

"Maybe you're too nice, and biting and barking don't really suit you." Everyone in the Forger family is too nice for their job, including Bond Forger, Precognitive Puppy

Awwww Bond trying to help out all the humans with his visions

LNKFHKFHKJFH Loid really just got reprimanded by his dog

"And he went into save [Daisy the puppy]? What an impressive dog!" I love the Spy Dad-Psychic Puppy tag-team ❤️

[Internally] "I am a cool-headed spy. I cannot let my emotions show." Loid remains deadpan through SO many things but his dog looking a little funny while wet is his limit. What a man!

"Don't push yourself too hard. There's someone waiting back home who would be sad if you died." 1) V sweet, dad first, hero second. And 2) This is the second time Loid has directly spoken to his life situation with a simultaneous thinly-veined dog metaphor

WAHHHHHHH Loid and Bond's heroics being acknowledged by Anya giving them little paper Stellas:

Yor immediately joining in and congratulating them for their hard work on their walk!!! I LOVE ONE (1) SPY X FAMILY 😭😭😭😭😭 IT'S A NICE SHOW

#ayesha talks anime #spy x family #liveblogging #sxf series #spy x family series #ayesha liveblogs spy x family #long post #guns tw #moqueueton #been a while since i've been able to watch 2 seasons of a show in succession!! very fun to continue

[hllywdwhre]

Dreamer, Queen, Prince - Prologue

Pairing: Daemyra x fem!OC

Warnings: Please check masterlist for warnings. This is an 18+ fic, MDNI

Masterlist

*97 AC

Prince Aegon kneeled next to Princess Adlyn Stark’s pale form with her hand in his. A fever had set in soon after the birth of their daughter, Viserea, and in three days it had taken her. Aegon couldn’t bring himself to leave his wife’s side yet, in disbelief at the sick twist of fate. They had convinced her father Ellard, the Lord of Winterfell, to allow them to be wed. They had traveled to King’s Landing and had a royal wedding. Less than two moons later Adlyn found out she was with child. Their happiness had lasted less than a year.

It was Aemma’s touch that broke him out of his trance and caused him to finally look away from his dead wife’s body. Behind her stood his older brother, Viserys, and each of them held a baby bundled in blankets. Viserys held his own daughter, Rhaenyra, wrapped in a blanket of Targaryen red and Arryn blue, while Aemma held Aegon’s daughter, Viserea, wrapped in a blanket of Targaryen red and Stark grey. Both of the blankets were gifts from the girls’ uncle Daemon.

“Brother, you have my deepest condolences,” Viserys said, his face showing just how truly sorry he was for his brother, “You must leave her side now. Viserea needs you.”

Aegon can read the true meaning behind his words. They need to take her body away now so that she can be prepared for the funeral. That was why they truly needed him to leave her side.

“I want her sent back to the North. She deserves to be buried next to the rest of her family. She wanted us to return there to raise our family after our grandsire passed, she would want to be buried there,” Aegon told them. He knew that traditionally a Targaryen’s partner received a dragon rider’s death, but traditionally one didn’t marry for love and instead married out of political advantage. Their marriage was not traditional.

“Of course, Aegon. Her wishes will be honored,” Aemma said, not bothering with any titles. She was one of the only in the Keep who did not use them unless absolutely necessary, and while most would see it as disrespectful, Aegon knew that Aemma meant it as a show of affection. She had always found titles to not be personable enough when speaking to those that she loved.

Aegon kissed Adlyn’s hand one last time and wiped away the rest of his tears before standing. He turned to face his brother and his brother’s wife and allowed them to guide him out of the room where he could hear the handmaidens covering her body.

“How is Viserea?” Aegon asked, forcing himself to focus on the last bit of Adlyn he had left.

“As strong as the woman she was named after,” Viserys said as Aemma gently handed the newborn girl to her father.

Aegon let the smallest smile crack across his face at the sight before him. While she possessed the silver hair and violet eyes of a Targaryen, Viserea’s face was that of her mother’s. As much as he wanted to return to the room they had just left and lay beside his wife’s body and waste away until he joined her, Aegon knew he could not allow himself to do so. He would not leave his daughter alone in the world without a parent.

“Are you ready to pick an egg to join her in the cradle?” Viserys asked his brother.

“I’m assuming you have already placed the gold one in Rhaenyra’s cradle?” Aegon asked, though he knew the answer. It was the egg Viserys had been watching for weeks, just waiting on Rhaenyra to arrive so he could choose it. Viserys let out a laugh and nodded,

“Tell me that it isn’t fitting for her,” Viserys said and stepped next to Aegon, letting him see his daughter’s face. Aegon couldn’t help but see what Viserys meant.

“Well, let us see if we can find one as fitting for my Viserea, shall we?”

Aegon and Viserys allowed the wet nurses to take their daughters and made their way to the dragon pit. Aegon looked over the eggs for only a couple minutes before deciding on one. It was a deep purple so dark it almost seemed black with the tips of each scale colored silver. He ordered for it to be placed in the cradle with Viserea and to only be removed when necessary.

6 months later he would find a purple dragon with small talons of silver curled on his daughter’s chest while a golden dragon slept soundly next to his niece.

*100 AC

“Dracarys,” Jaehaerys shouted, watching as Vermithor’s flames covered his grandson’s body where it lay on a pyre.

Rhaenyra and Viserea clung to each other in front of the small crowd gathered for Aegon’s funeral. Daemon stood directly behind the girls, gently resting one hand on each of their heads. At only three years of age, neither of them should have to be introduced to death, yet Viserea was saying goodbye to her father and Rhaenyra to one of her uncles. He hurt for them both. His brother had always been the nicest of them, truly encapsulating the lessons their grandsire had tried teaching them. Daemon always knew that Aegon would have made the best king out of his siblings, but it seemed the gods had a cruel sense of humor.

That night when it was time for the Princesses to go to bed, no one stood any chance of separating them. They refused to leave Viserea’s bed and, eventually, Aemma and Viserys allowed them to spend the night together tightly wrapped in the red and black silk blanket brought back by Daemon.

*102 AC

“Tessarion!” Viserea said, as firm as a five year-old’s voice could be.

“Syrax!” Rhaenyra said in the same commanding tone.

The two girls had finally chosen the names of their dragons and had spent the entire day away in the dragon pit teaching them their names. Rhaenyra had chosen Syrax, named after the Valyrian goddess of fruitfulness. Viserea had chosen Tessarion, after the goddess of prophecies.

The dragons perked up, looking at their respective riders and tilting their heads. The two girls let out giggles of excitement. The dragonkeeper grinned proudly at the two of them.

“Now that they know their names, try giving them a basic command. Princess Rhaenyra will tell them to sit and Princess Viserea can tell them to stand.” He said, allowing each of the girls to take a step forward to the dragons.

“Demās,” Rhaenyra said clearly, smiling as both of the small dragons sat down. Rhaenyra turned to look at Viserea.

“Iōrās,” Viserea said next, causing both of the dragons to stand up. Both turned to look at the master, “Can we, please?” She asked. Moments later two goats were brought into the pit on opposite sides.

As soon as each goat had each dragon’s attention, they were given the okay by the dragonkeeper to give the command.

“Dracarys!” Rhaenyra and Viserea both said in unison, watching as their dragons’ stream of fire left their mouths.

*103 AC

“I present King Viserys Targaryen, first of his name, King of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm.”

Aemma, Rhaenyra, Viserea, and Daemon kneeled at the foot of the Iron Throne, facing the new King. Viserea and Rhaenyra both wore traditional Valyrian headpieces that Daemon had gotten made for both of them directly after King Jaehaerys had named Viserys his heir.

The first thing Viserys did as King was make Viserea a legal part of his and Aemma’s family. It was to be declared and documented that she was his daughter as much as Rhaenyra was and would receive the same treatment as though she was the King’s true born daughter. Viserea would grow up knowing who her parents truly were and would be taught about them and both sides of her family’s history, but by law, she was Viserys and Aemma’s daughter.

This declaration did not change the family dynamic that had been built over the past three years since Aegon’s passing. Rhaenyra and Viserea had been inseparable since birth; where one went, the other followed. Aemma had always been a mother figure in Viserea’s life. In fact, she had called Aemma her mother for the first time at four years old and it had taken a lot of delicate explaining to try and get Viserea to understand that Aemma was actually her aunt. It took even longer to calm the crying girl down when she was told that her mother had died. It was Rhaenyra that got her to calm down when she said that they could just “share” her mother. Viserea received the same treatment from Viserys that Rhaenyra did, even before Viserea’s own father had passed and in the three years between her father passing and Viserys being crowned King of the Seven Kingdoms.

*104 AC

The dream started out as many of Viserea’s did. Flashes of her and Rhaenyra with their dragons, flashes of them learning Valyrian, flashes of the couple memories she still had of her father. This one took a turn halfway through. The colors weren’t as clear; the sides of them blended together as if it was a painting left in the rain. A golden dragon flew in the sky far above King’s Landing and moment’s later a deep purple dragon with silver talons arose next to the golden. On the backs of the dragons were Rhaenyra and Viserea themselves. A dragon’s roar could be heard over the sound of wind and then Viserea was sitting upright in bed.

Viserea pulled on the large door to her chambers and came face-to-face with her own member of the King’s Guard, Ser Ryden Tyrell.

“Princess, what are you doing awake?” Ser Ryden asked, a kind look on his face.

“I need to see Rhaenyra,” Viserea told him politely, “It’s very important.”

“My Princess, the sun has not risen yet. Princess Rhaenyra is still asleep in her chambers,” Ser Ryden told her.

“I need to see her! We will ride our dragons today and I need to tell her,” Viserea said as if it was as common a piece of knowledge as any.

“How are you so sure of it, Princess?”

“I had a dream of it and when I woke up I heard Tessarion’s roar. I know it is a dream like Danys the Dreamer!” Viserea’s voice rose in volume and became more demanding, needing him to understand the urgency she felt.

Ser Ryden’s eyebrows raised in surprise at the Princess’ statement. He glanced around the hall and then back at Viserea,

“How about this, young Princess? We don't disturb anyone while they sleep and you go back to your chambers. I know about your dream and I will make sure you have your time with Syrax and Tessarion first thing in the morning so you can tell Princess Rhaenyra. If Princess Rhaenyra mounts Syrax and you mount Tessarion, you and I can go to the King together and tell him about it. Is that a good plan?”

Viserea pondered the idea for a moment before nodding and shaking his outstretched hand.

The next morning Viserea told Rhaenyra about the dream and Ser Ryden’s promise while they were escorted to the pit. Ser Rydan stood with the dragonkeeper, having already told him about Viserea’s dream and what he had promised her. After a review of all the commands they needed to know, the master allowed them to attempt to mount their dragons.

“Lykirī. Rȳbās. (Be calm. Listen.)” Viserea said as Rhaenyra did the same. Viserea approached Tessarion and gently stroked her neck, smiling as the dragon seemed to hum underneath her. Her hands shook on top of the dragon, but she did not let her nervousness show.

Viserea gripped the saddle of the dragon and began pulling herself up. She carefully placed her foot on the part of the wing they had been taught to use to help themselves mount and let out a yelp when Tessarion lifted the wing and helped her the rest of the way onto the saddle. Once she was seated, Viserea looked to Rhaenyra to find her already seated on Syrax. Both of the girls smiled widely at each other then turned their attention back to the dragons.

“Naejot. (Forward.)” Viserea commanded and she tightened her grip on the reins as Tessarion began moving from inside the dragon pit and out into the training yard. A breeze blew past them and a flash of golden was already making its way to the air. Wasting no more time, Viserea gave one last command,

“Sōvēs, Tessarion. (Fly.)”

Within moments, Tessarion was next to Syrax again and Rhaenyra and Viserea were cheering loudly. The two guided their dragons above King’s Landing, showing off as they did so. The small size of both them and their dragons made it so they could dip down into the larger spaces between buildings and be back above the rooftops in moments. They flew to the Red Keep all the way down to the Silk Streets then back to the pit again. When they finally landed, both girls wore great smiles and their dragons were chirping and clicking away happily.

After the dragons were taken care of and back where they belonged, Ser Ryden kept his promise and both the girls were brought to the King where Ser Ryden and Viserea told her uncle of the dream and then about how she and Rhaenyra had flown that very morning.

Viserea and Rhaenyra were now the youngest dragonriders in Westorosi history. Viserea was the first dreamer since Aegon the Conqueror.

#house of the dragon #rhaenyra targeryan #daemon targeryan #rhaenyra x oc #rhaenyra x y/n #rhaenyra x reader #daemon x rhaenyra #daemyra x reader #daemon targeryen x reader #daemon x y/n #daemyra #daemyra x OC #rhaenyra targaryen fanfic #daemon targaryen fanfic

[farahtissaiamyloves]

Arrange marriage, yknow the lady leonora lesso one can u do a part two of that. If not then could u do a lady lesso x female reader in the tub, playing around splashing each other cause it's be a boring sad day.

Arranged Marriage - part 2

Hi Anon, thanks a lot for the request, and I hope your days get better. So, in order to achieve that, you can have both.

Also, thanks for submitting a request with an idea and not just " write smth for Lady Lesso, please "

Part 1 Part 3

Everybody knew that Leonora was behind it. Yet, nobody could prove that the dean was even near the crime scene.

She had the perfect alibi, as she was enjoying the perfect taste of her tea alongside her wive at the time of the incident.

Nobody needed to know that you actually drank your tea alone that day.

Even so, you couldn't not go at Philip's funeral.

After what happened at the ball last year, Leonora never once did she forget about the man who must have been infatuated with you.

After all, nobody - except her - could now see her pregnant wife sexually.

You were five months pregnant already, and the never thought that the prince's death could no longer be postponed. He needed to go for you to focus totally on your baby and the family you would build together.

It was quick. She told you it would.

Just one slice.

Down his throat.

Leonora's coat didn't even get dirty as she avoided efficiently the river of blood, which followed the huge cut.

You didn't try to stop her, like she thought you would. Fact, which angered her even more.

What could have done that bastard to you for your ever-always willing to save everyone ass to say nothing ?

However, she came to the conclusion that that didn't matter anymore.

You were married now and waiting for your pretty daughter to come to this world.

Philip was playing with the fire and led himself to this.

So, that's how you ended up wearing a black dress and leaning against your wive's arm while she was wearing her usual coat, smiling at the dead body inside the coffin.

You waited patiently for the funeral to come to end suddenly wishing to eat pizza with chocolate.

You brought Leonora's hand to your growing tummy as you pressed your head against her arm.

The dean immediately understood that you were once again hungry.

Leonora kissed the top of your head and whispered to you that you would leave the moment this was to end.

Soon enough, the priest finished, and you were the first to give your condolences to his family.

Of course, Leonora chose to honor her evil side and tease his parents and sister instead.

" I'm curious. How does it feel to be an only child ? " She inquired to Philip's sister.

The girl shook her head, ignoring the evil dean as she turned her attention to you. " I'm so sorry for your unfortunate marriage. Unlike her, my brother had at least manners. "

You froze. One hand on top of your belly and the other snaked around Leonora's.

Leonora raised an eyebrow at the girl. " You know that I'm over here, and I can hear you, right ? "

She continued purposely ignoring her, focusing on you. " Philip could have provided you with everything you wish... We both know that a never and their insensitivity will never be capable of that. "

You couldn't believe what you were listening. Someone talking shit about Leonora in front of her. You would have felt so bad if you were in her shoes.

" I guess we will never know. Anyway, we need to go now, even the slightest of things tire me with my whole pregnancy ordeal. " You excuse yourself.

The girl couldn't say anything against that and watched as Lesso dragged you outside of the church. But she didn't leave before sending to Philip's family her signature smirk.

When you returned to your quarters, you were starving. You didn't bother undressing before eating.

Leonora, after helping you to the kitchen table and making sure you had everything you needed, went to the bathroom to prepare the bath.

It was a pity you were unable to drink wine while laying in the bath together, but Leonora did not mind.

She was willing to sacrifice everything for the health of her baby.

When you were finished, you were pleasantly surprised with Leonora.

" You deserve a kiss. " You said with your most serious face, stepping on your tiptoes to kiss her cheek.

Leonora chuckled at your antics and led you to the bathroom.

The woman helped you undress and step into the tub.

After disregarding her own clothes and, of course, folding your dress, she joined you in the tub.

You sighed happily when your head rested against Leonora's shoulder. The woman wrapped her hands around you, pulling you closer to her.

You stayed like that for several moments until a crazy idea came to you.

You looked up at Leonora, who had her eyes closed and head resting on top of yours.

Perfect.

She wouldn't even see it coming.

With a quick move, you slightly pull away from her grasp. Leonora's eyes opened, not realizing what was happening until some water fell on her face.

The evil dean raised an eyebrow at you. " What was that for ? "

You shrugged. " Nothing. But I always wanted to do that. "

Lady Lesso hummed at your reply, faking deep thought. You returned to your previous position, thinking that she probably won't do it back due to your pregnancy.

She proved you wrong, though.

You turned your head to look at her, offended. " Hey ! "

She smirked at you. " What ? I thought that this was what the princess wanted. "

You shook your head. " You splashed more water to my face than I did to yours. "

Leonora chuckled. " Is that so ? "

" Yes. " Was your response alongside a splash aiming for her face.

" I see. The princess chose war. " She said said splashing water back at you.

And War it was.

The walls around the tub were wet from the water missing your faces, and whatever had remained from your makeup was long gone.

After what felt like hours, you grew tired.

However, Leonora didn't seem ever near to it.

You closed your eyes, covering them with your hands. " Okay, Okay. That's enough, Leo. I wanna go to bed. "

Leonora gave a triumpant hum before standing up to get the towel and help you dry.

As the Dean of Evil was drying your belly, she couldn't resist kissing it.

" Goodnight, baby. Hope you gonna avenge your mother's loss one day. "

#charlize theron #lady lesso x reader #lady leonora lesso x reader #leonora lesso x reader #leonora lesso #lady leonora lesso #school for good and evil movie #the school of good and evil #school for good and evil #lbgqt

[harrysmimi]

Another First Time

Synopsis: one where YN and Harry are being disgustingly adorable couple.

CW: Slight smut

More of my work

YN has been very busy lately. Especially because she was now back to work after a long but not long enough of a maternity leave. Her baby girl, who they named Marlowe was now about five months old.

Harry had put his album and touring aside to be there for his wife and new daughter. It is tough being a parent, that too a new parent. Now that he feels safe enough that he can focus more on his personal life, be a good son, brother, husband and now a dad. Harry's honestly enjoying it to the fullest!

Especially because both his girls are doing amazing, especially YN, both mentally and physically.

But her work load had been a bit too much though it was same amount of work when she left, the long gap made it a little difficult to catch up really. She would have to stay late at work knowing that her husband is taking care of their sweet angel baby.

Marlowe is really an angel!

She hardly ever cries, or she hardly ever is grumpy. She is always happy and it's very rare for her to be grumpy. Today was one of those days.

It was a Saturday so YN had a day off from work, which meant Harry would go to the studio and start working on his Album too. Marlowe was grumpy because she didn't get to sleep properly as one of the cats had knocked down a thing and she's a very light sleeper like her Dad. But YN managed to get her to sleep after she was done making dinner for her and Harry. She's tucked the little girl in her cot in their bedroom, yes she was sleeping in their room for now she's too young to sleep in her own room. Mainly because she still needs to be fed every three hours.

YN had planned out one of her at home date, with Harry's favourite food (she wanted to cook tonight because Harry's their family chef anyway), he did not drink support of his wife who couldn't as she is breastfeeding so there were two champagne glasses and a bottle of sparkling cider in Harry's favourite flavour. Everything was for Harry and Harry only.

He'd said he would come home early, but he got stuck and couldn't reply to her texts or calls either. YN decided to just wait out for him. It's been two months they've had a quiet dinner or even sat down and had a heart to heart conversation like they used to, or even hardly got to make love. Since Marlowe everything have been magically exhausting, there was nothing but love and love in their tiny family.

Harry rushed, it was midnight when he got back home. It was very quiet so he thought the girls must be off to bed. He quietly parked his car in the driveway, and went in. Took off his shoes and just as he was about to go upstairs to kiss his girls he found one of them at the dining table. Passed out with her head on the table. Food was served which must have went cold by now. Harry rushed towards her.

"Hey baby," he whispered calmly trying to wake her up and pressed a kiss on her head.

"Hey, you're home," YN seemed happy to see him, he thought she'd be upset or mad.

"Yeah, I'm sorry for being late I didn't know you would wait for me." He cooed pushing her baby hairs off her face, "did you eat?"

"No, I was waiting for you." She finally lifted her head from the table with a tired sigh.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry darling." Harry felt guilty, wrapping her in his arms he continued to mumble his apologies.

"Hey, it's okay Hazza." YN hugged him, rubbing his back soothingly to calm him down a bit.

"You're not upset?"

"I promise, I'm not. Now get freshed I'll go reheat the food." She suggested.

"Oh okay, okay," he rushed to the downstairs bathroom to wash his hands and face did not bother to change for now. He doesn't want to keep her waiting any longer. he pulled a chair next to hers and helped her get the reheated food back to the table.

"How is Lolo?" He asked.

"She's been asleep for a quiet a while now. Will have to feed her again in a while." YN said getting the bottle of milk she pumped earlier out of the fridge so it could warm up to the room temperature. "My mum said she'll start teething soon."

"She's growing up way too fast, isn't she?" Harry sighed.

"Mhmm." YN nodded.

"Food smells amazing baby, thank you." Harry said leaning in to press a kiss on her mouth, instead of just stopping at a simple peck he dived into one of deeper kiss making her chuckle as she moved back tiny bit. A weird shy look on her face whilst he smirked at her digging into his dinner.

"Don't have to thank me for this, wanted to make you something nice." She smiled watching him devour the food.

After he helped clear the table and even went check on Marlowe when she started squirming and fussing in her sleep, the house is very quiet when she's asleep so they could hear her little whines. Luckily she went back to sleep, she just needed little taps on her chest to calm her down. Harry placed a kiss on her head.

"I love you little baby love, sleep tight okay?" He whispered and pressed another kiss on her fluffy cheek. He changed into a pair basket ball shorts and a loose tshirt, which he's sure YN has claimed as hers and she's going to be fussy about it if she notices it. He'd put his phone on the Do Not Disturb mode and went back downstairs to his wife who was washing up.

He was surprised to see how quick she was with everything she was already going to turn off the lights in kitchen before he rushed to stop her, wrapping his arms around her waist he smoother his lips on her catching her by surprise making her giggle.

"Do you maybe wanna make love?" He suggested.

"Marlowe still sleeps in our room, Harry." She reminded him, also she's been feeling quite closed off since giving birth from the sexual aspects of her life. Harry haven't found it much alarming because she did tore a bit which was traumatising for him to watch happen in flesh, he just wanted her to heal properly and be comfortable, tonight he decided to take the initiative as he really misses his wife.

"Hmm, we gotta get creative then, don't we baby?" He slowly started walking forward until they had to stop due to the kitchen counter being in the way, but it was exactly his plan. "Haven't made love in ages, angel, need tou so fucking bad right now!"

"Mmm, what is your creative plan then?" She whispered leaning in closer until their noses brush against each others. She didn't wanted to make him feel bad by pushing him away, her OB have told her it was okay to slowly start being sexually active again at just 5 weeks postpartum as she was nicely healed. It was a different story she doesn't feel comfortable yet though it's been about five months but she needed it as much as he did really.

"Gonna fuck you here on the kitchen counter, like old times." He suggested.

"Thought you wanted to make love," she pulled away enough to look in his eyes, the green in his eyes almost non existent with his pupils dilated so much.

"Will be gentle, I know it can be uncomfortable for you now. But ask me to stop yeah?" He said.

"Mhmm," she nodded, rather nervous which Harry was quick to catch on.

Yes, he's an amazing and very observant husband!

"You sure you feel ready?" He enquired and proceeded to assure her, "if not, it can wait."

"No, I mean yes," YN stuttered.

"It's okay, c'mon tell me what's wrong baby?" He cooed

"I, uhhhh, can you like go slow for now?" She asked.

"Are you still not comfortable love? We don't have to if you're not, it's okay with me." He assured her.

"I know, but I need you," she pouted sweetly looking up at him, making his heart melt.

Harry sighed, "how can you be this fucking adorable," and she shook his head. Sliding his hands down to the waist band of her shorts and panties as he pulled them down before putting her up in the kitchen counter, as he pressed his mouth to her puckered lips gently making her chuckle again. "What?"

"I dunno, this just reminded me of our first time," YN shared, "and I also don't know it also feels like that."

"Yeah, it is kind of," Harry smiled sweetly at her, taking of her hands in his, "it is kind of a first time after you and I made such a sweet girl who'll probably wake up for her milk soon so we better hurry."

"Mhmm," YN nodded smiling back. Sometimes she wonders how can he pull off being adorable and sexy at the same time. He'd now placed her hand on his shoulder as he got back to his business, pressing his mouth to her sweetly this time.

"I love you," he mumbled, "so much."

Without giving her any chance to reciprocate what he just said, he slid his hand down in between her thighs tips of his fingers rubbing gently on her clit making her gasp on contact with his cold skin. Dipping his head down he peppered her skin with kisses, some of which were meant to be turned into hickeys, if not now definitely in morning.

"Take off your shirt!" He chuckled at her whining already getting to unbutton hie shirt. "Harry?"

"Yes baby?" He stopped to look at her.

"I love you," she said, moving her hand from his shoulder to his face resting her hand on his cheek as she placed a soft kiss on his other cheek.

"And I love you more," he reciprocated.

YN was sure she saw his face turn into a shade of pink, his shade of pink as he got back to unbutton her shirt. He slipped off his basket ball shorts.

"Next time we're leaving our kid at my mum's for a night," Harry groaned as he attacked her with sloppy kisses at first before getting straight to business. He'd made his way from her jaw down to her neck to her collar bones leaving a wet trails of kisses. He was hating the fact that he had to hurry but he was still taking his own sweet time to love on his wife like that.

"We're not leaving her alone, she's still very young." YN warned him.

In matter of minutes he was making his way down the valley of her breasts to her tummy, over the fabric of his crewneck which was covering her body. He never thought it was possible fall in love with all over again but the fact that she housed their daughter in her womb for over nine months, it was undoubtedly gorgeously fascinating thing to him. He'd made sure to never make her feel insecure about the changes in her appearance even unintentionally or in frustration.

"We'll see what you say after this," he challenged her, now on his knees his pushed her thighs apart.

"Come on stop teasing already!" She whined.

"Someone's being impatient."

Feeling the soft skin of her thighs under his palm he left another trail wet kisses up her skin, taking all the time in world. Just as his tongue swiped in the most gentle way on her clit, she could help but gasp.

Indeed it was like her first time. She'd never experienced anything sexual before Harry, she remembers her first time getting a head was exactly the same. Right there in his kitchen on their third date night at his. Yeah, it was a bit early to jump into those things but it worked out for both of them. YN was advised by her doctor to not indulge into many sexual activities during her eighth month of pregnancy due to some complications but five more months of healing and sleepless nights with a new born. It was indeed a first fucking time. She hadn't even dared to touch herself.

"If it's too much, tell me stop yeah?" Harry assured her.

"Mhmm," she nodded earning a hard look from him, he needed words, "yes I will."

"Good girl," he whispered, diving straight back into what he was doing this time not daring to break the eye contact as he sucked on her clit. He missed all this, as much as he loves his new family he needed this with his lovie. His hand caressed the skin kf her thighs whilst other was toying in between her folds as he licked in a bold strip from her pussy to her to her clit.

"Is this alright sweet girl?" he asked, before sliding in his middle finger inside of her.

"Yeah, fuck!" She couldn't help but throw her head back in pleasure. This is what she was most afraid of but it was like the weight was lifted off her shoulders when she did not felt any discomfort, yet.

Fuck it was so nice to feel this feeling again after almost half a year. She didn't know how she'd held it off till now, or Harry held it off till now. Well, guess he didn't tear down to his ass and he's got a hand. But oh boy did it felt so relieving. She gasped when he inserted another one his fingers inside her, hitting the right spot every time. He knows her and her body more than she'd like, she look down to find him already looking up at her as he devoured his dessert after dinner with a smirk on his face.

And man! That stupid smirk of his, she wanted to smack it right off his face but at the same time it turned her on so much. Feeling the knot tighten in her stomach, the burning up sensations in her skin was enough to tell her that she's about to hit her orgasm if her pulsing walls around his fingers wasn't a sign in on itself.

"Harry, I'm gonna cum!" She said, punctuating her announcement with a soft sigh of moan.

"You think you can take two darling?" He asked.

"I think, I don't know," she shook her head. "Yeah, I think I can!"

"You sure baby?" He asked again.

"Mhmm!" She nodded, "I'm so fucking close Harry, just don't stop please." She whined.

"You've got be quiet baby," he warned her of her loud whining. It was quite opposite this time, usually Harry's the one being loud and grunting but now it was her. It was nice to switch roles sometimes. "Come now, it to me sweet girl, wanna taste it." And just with that she came down from her high with cuss words laced with his name. Harry was still on his knees, licking her and his fingers clean. With her hands cupping his face, she's made him stand up just so she can kiss him.

"You liked that, did you cum?" He asked just to be sure. He cares more about her pleasure than he does of his own.

"Uh-huh!" She nodded, that enough for him to know before he buttoned their mouth back together. It was a way of giving her time to get back from her orgasm and give her a small break. It was hard for her get out words after they'd made love like this.

"Let's take this off, yeah?" Harry held up the hem of her crew neck shirt, as if to obey his request she'd let him slide it off her body, instead of throwing it carelessly on the floor he'd kept it nicely on the counter next to them knowing she'd probably need it back. "You sure you can another sweetums?"

"Yeah, I want to make you feel good too!" She pouted which he kissed right away.

"You don't have to baby, I've got a hand." He giggled, her half zoned out haze was very adorable to him.

"No, you better finish what you started Mister!" She warned him, "'cause I've got a hand myself."

"As you say, Missus. Your wish is my command!" He smirked pressing his lips back on hers, wrapped his arms around her now bared torso. It was newly amazing to feel her so close. His breath hitched when he felt her hand wrapped around his shaft in between them. "Wait, wait," he stopped her. Looked his his shorts quickly and took out the condom he'd made sure to bring.

"You came prepared, didn't you?" She teased him.

"When you've got a wife this hot, you've fot to be prepared." He said.

"Ow! That was cringey!" She laughed.

"Well, you wouldn't know," he shrugged. Tearing off the packet he took out the condom, rolled it on his cock.

"Can I help?" She offered.

"No, tonight is all about you my darling love." He moved closer to her, getting back in between her thighs. "Are you ready?"

"Mhmm," she nodded earning a pointed look from him asking for words, "yes I am."

"Alright, gimme me a kiss first." He demanded already diving in for the loving action. It was a way of distraction she'd told him was good with her the first time in case it was to hurt. With his hand on the back of her neck to hold her close whilst other helped his hard prick to align with her pussy before slowly pushing just the tip in earning yet another gasp from her, it felt weirdly uncomfortable as if her she was going to tear apart (again) and it wouldn't be nice if she did. It caused a spark of anxiety that she froze in her spot.

"Stop, stop, stop!" She pulled away from his mouth, Harry was quick to move away.

"Hey, you alright baby? Did I hurt you?" He asked.

"No, it just feels uncomfortable, still." She shared feeling guilty.

"Hey isn't alright baby," he assured her.

"I don't want to do this, I'm sorry, I, I need some time." She stuttered feeling bad for him.

"It's okay YN, don't ever apologise for stopping okay?" He comforted her, "we don't have to finish just because we started."

And that was the exact same thing he said to her when she had her first with him. It was a different story that they really finished what they started and it is completely different now. His fingers are nothing compared to his cock. That was a given fact.

"I love you," he pressed a kiss on her forehead and grabbed the shirt from the counter, he'd helped her to pull it over her head again.

"I love you," she reciprocated, "hug?"

He sighed in contain that he did not scared her off so he wrapped her up in a warm hug.

"I feel so bad for backing off Harry, I'm sorry." She mumbled, wrapped her own arms around his neck.

"I told you it's alright, wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable, would we now?" He rubbed her back, soothing strokes of his warm hand on her back was calming enough, "I'm so glad you told me to stop."

She just nodded and stayed silent clinging onto him like her life depends on him. Her heart was pounding really fast against her chest which she was sure Harry could feel as he is that close to her.

"Hey, baby, look at me?" He pulled away enough to be able to look at her, "it's alright okay? We're fine, you're fine, everything is all good."

"Mhmm," she hummed trying to find words to say what she's feeling at the moment but just as she was about to speak up, Marlowe started fussing up in their room upstairs. She either needed a nappy change or her milk.

"We'll talk later yeah? Not going to bed before we talk about this, let's go check up on her." Harry suggested.

"I'll go upstairs, you clean up here. And help yourself" She got down the counter, before heading upstairs.

She quickly put on a fresh pair of undies and her gym shorts before she went on to check on Marlowe, who luckily haven't started up her whole cry session yet. YN was just in time. Her little tummy growled and her nappy needed a change too. It was a hassle to change her nappy whilst she was crying with a hungry tummy. But once YN was done she sat down on bed, she looked for a bottle in the mini fridge in their room but there wasn't any. She lifted up her shirt so little Lolo could have her much deserved meal, she latched on rather quickly with less guidance and her crying stopped immediately.

"I'm sorry baby!" YN cooed tapping her nose with her pointer finger. Apparently being a baby is very difficult job, innit?

You have to wake up, pee and poo, play as much as you want, have milk, play some more and go to sleep again and repeat. It was a very difficult task. Her plan seemed to stay up for a good few hours now, she looked well rested and fully charged for a hardcore play session. She looked so peaceful in her mummy's arms, protected from every bad thing out there having her midnight meal. Her life is way too amazing!

YN couldn't fathom the fact that she looks so much alike her father when he was her age. Anne have shown YN more baby pictures of Harry and Marlowe is his exact replica with more hair on her head and she's born a brunette with much straighter hair than her daddy. She's got his dimples, nose, his lips, his eyebrows, his gorgeous big green eyes with thick lashes, even his weirdly huge ears. The love YN's got for this human in her arms is so mot explainable. Marlowe looked up at her mother with same admiration, she smiled a shy smile showing off her dimples for a second making YN chuckle.

The admiring of mother and daughter was broken off when Harry knocked on the door.

"I hope I'm not disturbing the bonding between Mummy and baby," he walked in, he had two warm cups of tea in his hand which he set down on the side table.

"No you didn't," YN smiled. Harry leaned in to kiss her with his hand rested on her cheek, which was smacked away by Marlowe.

"Hey!" Harry whined, "she's you mum I know but she's my wife too!"

Marlowe is rowdy enough to bicker back and forth between with her dad with her humming and babbling. Harry was not letting back either.

"Yeah, but I've known her longer than you have," Harry argued.

"Oh my god, stop you both!" YN laughed.

"Touche, princess touche!" Harry sighed in defeat. "I don't blame you."

"What did she say?" YN was intrigued.

"She says she loves her Mummy more than me, which I don't blame her entirely." He nodded with his lips pressed in a thin line, the look of defeat.

"I'm sure that's not true, is it Lolo?" YN looked at Marlowe who just smirked still busy having her milk.

When YN thought she couldn't look more like her dad, she was proven wrong then and there. When she was done, she started squirming to get away from her mum's arms to go to her dad.

"And you said she says she loves me more," YN scoffed.

"Jealous?" Harry snickered scooping Marlowe in his arms amd peppering with tons of kisses before putting her up on his shoulder so she can burp. "Where are you going?"

"To make her bed," YN answered.

"She's still awake, sit back down." He grabbed her hand and made her sit down. She mumbled an okay and sat back down.

"Can we go see my doctor in a day or two? I mean will you come with me?" YN asked, "I don't think so it was a good sign, you know..."

"Oh the sex part? Mhmm, yeah I'll go with you." Harry nodded.

"Oh my god Harry, our daughter is in your arms!"

"She ain't gonna remember this baby, don't worry." He chuckled.

"But still," she shrugged. Harry chuckled again and leaned in to plant a loving kiss on her mouth.

Looking down at Marlowe babbling, her parents were surprised to see her trying to pucker her baby lips and making kissie noises. It was adorable.

"Look at you learning new things!" Harry exclaimed, bringing her up to rub his nose against her in a puppies kiss and proceeding to press a loving on her puckered lips making her shy away behind her tiny fists.

"Daddy's girl definitely." YN commented, getting up on her to go to her side of the bed so they can finally go to bed.

"You too baby," and he slapped her ass.

"You need to learn to keep your hands to yourself Harry, she's gonna grow up," YN shook her head. "Let's watch Encanto!"

"What? Lolo loves that movie too," YN shrugged looking at the teasing smug look on Harry's face.

"Sure baby, sure," he giggled.

YN pulled out her laptop and played the movie on Disney plus. Harry had sat Marlowe up on his tummy, her back rested on his chest. She'd held his thumbs tightly in her hands as she stared at her mum's computer. Her little squeals were very loud until We Don't Talk About Bruno, that's when she started getting tired and in no time she was asleep.

Harry turned to his side to look at his wife who was fast asleep as well, her head rested on his shoulder. He didn't wanted to move but he had to put Marlowe in her cot, he was carefully going to get up but he saw that Lilly, their cat was asleep at his feet too. That's when he realised he's got girls in his own home too, which he very fucking grateful for.

"Lilly, let's move you to aside," he carefully moved the cat aside but woke YN up in the process, "hey it's okay go back to sleep baby."

"Did I just fall asleep?" She asked.

"Yeah, but it's —" and he woke Lilly up too and she ran out side, for her late night zoomies, "— it's okay, I'll put her in her cot and come back to bed yeah?"

"Yeah," she nodded.

Harry got up and just as he was about to put Marlowe in her cot she started fussing up again, it happened not just one time, not two but three times.

"It's okay, bring her back," YN giggled finding it entertaining to see her husband struggle like that. He gave her back to her mother and sat back down, all tired up himself now. "She needs a nappy change."

"Oh fuck! I'm gonna go mental," he groaned.

"I'll go change her yeah?" YN suggested and already got to her work.

"Bring her back here then," Harry said wanting to have both his girls next to him tonight, he needs loads of cuddles when he's tired. And he got just that!

Being a dad is very fucking underrated. Sure his wife works too, his job is completely different. He has to stay away from for long periods of time, he could hardly get to see his wife sometimes, luckily he's been free for five months that he got to see his daughter grow up that much everyday!

He wouldn't change even an atom for anything. It's all worth it, it was currently four in the morning when he's got to go bed.

#harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #x reader #harry styles fic #harry styles x y/n #husbandrry #husband!harry #dad!harry styles #dadrry #dad!harry #boyfriendrry #harry styles smut #harry smut #smut

[cuffmeinblack]

My own

'Garreth and Ominis adopt a baby' drabble because I couldn't get it out of my head. Pure heartwarming fluff.

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"Are you sure about me naming her?" Ominis asked.

"Of course I am, Ominis. I know how much she meant to you."

Garreth smiled warmly as he watched his husband perched awkwardly in the armchair, holding the tiny bundle of blankets in his arms as if it were the most precious and delicate thing in the world; and she was.

Noctua.

"Tell me, what does she look like?" Ominis asked, leaning onto the backrest slowly, allowing their daughter to lay against his chest.

Garreth walked slowly over to the two people he loved most in the world, watching Noctua's blissfully relaxed features as she slept soundly against her father. Perching on the armrest, Garreth gazed down at them both, his heart full to bursting and doing his best to fight back the tears that threatened to spill over them.

"She's perfect," Garreth whispered, gently stroking her fine, soft hair with a featherlight touch. "She has very dark hair, nothing like either of ours."

"I don't think anyone would assume we conceived her naturally, Garreth," Ominis chuckled softly.

Ominis' hand came up to cup Noctua's cheek, his smile widening as she squirmed slightly underneath his fingers, letting out a quiet sigh of contentment.

"Does it bother you?" Garreth asked. "You know...her not being your own?"

"She is my own. Forever and always, just as you are. Blood doesn't define how much we can love," Ominis replied without a single second of hesitation.

Garreth leaned down to kiss the top of Ominis' head, letting the well of tears fall freely as he considered how he must be the luckiest man in the world.

#garrinis #ominis gaunt #garreth weasley #ominis gaunt x garreth weasley #garreth weasley x ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt drabble #garreth weasley drabble

[doshi-sukiru]

While LBD had Wukong possessed, I think that to keep him under control she would put him in an illusion where he lives a happy life next to Macaque and Jinzi. To awaken Wukong must face the true reality of him. I imagine him as Ahikito from ID-Invaded when he remembers and 'talks' to his death wife and daughter.

Although I have no idea what ID-Invaded is, but this whole idea is sad enough that I don't wanna look into Ahikito's time with his dead family.

Truthfully this would make sense tho- 

mini fic again- 

Wukong's dream

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Wukong blinked his eyes, and he winced as a bright light shined in his eyes. Slowly, but carefully, he sat up wearing his former clothes, and looked around. 

“Wha-” He was home. Flower fruit mountain. Before he left for Buddha. Before the fire. Before the accident. “But how-?” 

“Wukong!” A voice called out to him. One laced with honey and smelled like mangos and apricots. “Wukong, over here!” 

Wukong turned around and his breath hitched. 

There, standing wearing a baby blue hanfu, white fur shining in the sunlight, holding their baby daughter, was Mίhόu. He had a warm smile on his face as he waved at Wukong. “There you are. Had a good dream? You’ve been asleep forever!” 

"M-Mίhόu-" This wasn't possible. It shouldn't be possible. And yet, here he was back home with his mate and cub waiting for him.

Macaque walked up to Wukong as the king slowly stood to his feet, and chuckled. His smile never left his face once- something that should have bothered Wukong, but seeing his husband so carefree like this seemed to overcome that thought. "It seems you kept your promise, as always," Macaque said. "...Welcome home, Wukong."

Their daughter Jῑnzi let out a chirp and held onto her father, giggling happily. Wukong was surprised at the sudden action, before breaking out into a smile and holding his princess close to him. He was beaming so much, he couldn't help but let out a chirp of his own, and nuzzled into her head. She was soft and warm, just as he remembered her. Just as he always remembered her. "My little girl..." Wukong's voice was soft, and filled with love. "I hope you've been well."

Macaque chuckled, and hugged them both. "Mm, it's good to see you again." He kissed Wukong's cheek and purred into his husband's neck. "Now, I believe someone promised our daughter a day full of whatever she desired?" Macaque said slowly, his tail wagging once in a while in content.

Jῑnzi chirped and clapped her hands in joy. "Ah! Ah!" She chirped out happily and looked at her father. "Play! Play!"

Both Macaque and Wukong froze, and they looked at their daughter in surprise.

Did she just...talk?

"P-play..?" Wukong said, his voice growing higher in joy. "You wanna play with your father and bὰba?" Tears of joy were growing in his eyes, and he laughed out. "Say it again! Say it again!"

"Play! Play play play!" Jῑnzi chirped out, clueless of how her parents were reacting to her words. Clueless to how she finally spoke her first words.

Macaque stared at his daughter in shock, and silent tears grew in his eyes as pride flowed in his chest. "Play...? Y-you want to play...?"

Wukong laughed more and hugged his daughter tightly. "Yeah! Yeah, we'll play! We'll play all day, and we won't stop playing until you want to! Haha!"

It was truly a special day for Wukong. He was back in his mountain, with his mate and cub at his side once again. Everything was wonderful again, after so long. Everything was perfect...

So why did Wukong feel a pit continue to grow in his stomach the longer he relished in this peace?

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Do note Jῑnzi's first words were actually "plum", not "play".

#ask #our ball of tangled yarn #shadowpeach #lmk macaque #lmk wukong #jinzi #dream #mental torture #illusion #first words #hehe

[urwendii]

For day 7 of @tolkienfamilyweek freeform (in which I totally am not so late for what was supposed to be day 2.)

[ implied Arien x Mairon | Arien & Amarëa (oc daughter) ]

↠ companion artwork

➼ In the sun light, find my love always.

Amarëa was still so tiny, Arien thought when she cradled her against her chest, feeling as if she was about to burst from happiness and love at the sight of her baby daughter quietly sleeping. Laurelin was in full bloom, casting the lovely golden hue over the room Arien was now occupying at Yavanna's behest.

She could stare at her newly born tiny Maia for eternity and find as much joy in it as the first time she felt the echo of her eäla take shape. This was everything she had wished and hoped for, and Arien felt crystals of tears gather at the corner of her eyes.

There was a knock on the door — sharp and precise, revealing whom stood behind it and with a brush of Osanwë, she invited him inside.

Mairon must have been back from the Forges given his appearance, a simple burgundy tunic over brown trousers and his hair braided severely along his neck.

"You know she has a cradle to sleep in." He nodded to the sublime wooden furniture he had crafted, but Arien could not bring herself to let Amarëa go.

"She needs warmth." She replied instead. Not entirely untrue, as newborn Ainu, the small Maia was unable to fully master her control over her fana. Which more than not resulted in her reverting to her spirit form — a harmless endeavour for Arien and Mairon, both fire spirits but one they had to keep on the lookout. A certain incident involving Eönwë had been a source of amusement for Mairon for weeks.

"And you need to tend to your duties."

Mairon was right. Unfortunately.

"Fine." She sighed, not bothering to keep herself from rolling her eyes. "You better not drop her."

The look Mairon gave her was a mix of annoyance and outrage but Arien had long been immune to it and with great care, gently moved her little burden, making sure Amarëa was well covered and still asleep.

"I think I'll manage."

"You better. As much as it would amuse me to see how hot I have to burn to cause physical damage to you, ô Admirable, I'd rather not have Yavanna sue me for damaging her precious golden son." Arien quipped, smirking at him when he gave her an unimpressed look.

"Just go."

"Hush." She bent to drop a light kiss on Amarëa's forehead. "I'll see you soon yēl."

A kiss was given on Mairon's cheek and with another cheery threat to the safety of his existence if anything were to happen to Amarëa, she went off to tend to Tulukhedelgorûs*.

*Valarin for Laurelin

#tolkienfamilyweek #otp: fire on fire #oc: amarëa #arien #mairon #serie: airă'nár

[allkordelia]

Keep Me in Your Thoughts (44)

"Mother, must we wear this? It itches." Aeron whine messing with his collar of fine clothing all the way from Myr, rhaelle give her son a look going over to him to swat at his hands and fixing his collar.

"It's a wedding, aeron. Your suppose to look proper and nice even if it's uncomfortable." Rhaelle says moving to dust off some dirt from her son's shoulders just as Corwyn and Valaena walk in.

"I agree with aeron, mother. Must I wear such a revealing dress," Rhaelle turn away from her son as he fidget in his clothing, a small gasp left rhaelle's lips as she sees her daughter in a black gown.

"Oh, my sweet water nymph, you look gorgeous." Rhaelle walk over to her daughter and look her over, she back up to see valaena staring at her with a look of discomfort.

"Thank you, mama. But, couldn't you find something more me." Valaena look down at her gown with the wide v slit showing off her cleavage, the young princess move her arms to hug her stomach, "...I think it's too much."

"If you want to change, you can always try the golden dress I had made for you," a look of distaste painted valaena's features at the thought of the other gown making her shake her head slowly.

"I'll just keep what I have on." Rhaelle hum happy before looking over at Corwyn as he twist his ring on his pinky finger.

"Everything alright, Corwyn." Rhaelle glance over at her son as she fix the gold headband on her daughter's head.

Corwyn looks over at his mother with a dull look before back at his hand, "Yes, everything is fine...mother," Rhaelle look over at her son with a small smirk, after they talk about sneaking out of the castle and not telling her, rhaelle had a few choice words with her son making him change his tone with her rather quickly.

Maybe corlys was right about one thing for once, she thought.

"Don't look so glum, Corwyn. Once Valaena and I wedding comes you can wear whatever you want." Valaena scoff at her older brother, he still thinks he has a chance with her, she shook her head as she twist her ring that her mother had made for all her children on her thumb.

"Really? Can I that nice green robe that father gave to me." Corwyn ask making Aeron laugh.

"Gods, no. You think I want such a ugly color at my wedding, please." He chuckle slapping his brother on the back making Corwyn sneer at him.

"You didn't seem bother by the color, when that whore from The Siren was dancing for you in all green silk just a few days ago." Rhaelle shook her head while she fix her gown, she listen to her sons banter before drawing her attention to the door to the throne room opening.

Baelor and Marra walk in with knights following behind them, rhaelle smile at her son and his friend, rhaelle take her son in as he makes his way towards her. He gotten a bit tall, and he just ten years old, rhaelle gives baelor a look as she  starts thinking how time has passby since baelor was a baby.

"You look beautiful, mother." Baelor says coming to stop in front of rhaelle making her put her hand on her cheek bashful.

"Aw, thank you, my sweet prince. I hope you do not hold no ill will towards me for keeping you here." She said reaching up to mess with his white hair making him move his head away from her.

"Of course not, I should be thanking you actually, you spare me and marra from a long night of boring talks and looking like corwyn." Corwyn look over at his younger brother with a mock look before turning to his mother with a annoy expression.

"Why must we endure an unbearable evening with these people who don't even like us while he stays home and do nothing, it is his sister's wedding." Rhaelle look at corwyn as she had her arm around baelor's shoulder.

"He is young, Corwyn. He shouldn't be surrounded by drunk men all night, and besides I have a feeling this little celebration will end with tables being push back and chairs being hailed across the room. So, " Rhaelle pull away from her son and lean down to kiss his head.

Daemon walk into the throne room in his black vest while wearing a long red tunic being covered by it, he had black trouser on with black boots. He had his short hair slick back, daemon glance at rhaelle as she look at him still by baelor's side. It been a while since  rhaelle and daemon seen each other since rhaelle came forth and told daemon that she knew about him and rhaenyra as well as remembering the kiss with viserys, it didn't go the way both of them wanted it to go.

"I can't believe you remember and didn't tell me," Daemon says walking across the room to his dresser that he shares with rhaelle.

"I wanted us to forget it, and move on from it." Daemon slam the drawers after he pull out a tunic to wear.

"As if that was going to work, two months of tension and it all could have been avoided if you just talk to me." Rhaelle scoff.

"Like you talk to me about what you did with rhaenyra?" Daemon stop midway unbuttoning his vest, he look at rhaelle with guilt.

"I was...going to tell you," rhaelle gave him a look, "...eventually," he says making rhaelle roll her eyes.

"Listen! I was drunk and angry at viserys, I didn't do it to hurt you." he toss his vest along with his dark tunic onto dirty clothes next to his chest.

"I know you didn't, and I'm not angry–" she sigh.

"No you just don't trust me anymore," he turns to her making rhaelle give him a look of sadness, "I see how you look at me, watching me as if at any moment I'll do something heinous to give you a reason to hate me." Rhaelle look at him taken back.

"Daemon, I'm sorry that I made you feel that way. I just..." rhaelle rub the back of her hand with her cheek, "...I just been in my head a lot these days, and I need a little reassurance, that's all."

Daemon look at her for a moment before walking over to where she stood, rhaelle watch with hopeful eyes as he grasp her cheeks in both of his hands. He lean his forehead against rhaelle as he talks.

"I love you more than life, I'll burn down every village in your name just to see you happy. I'll pluck a star from the sky and give it to you just to see you smile, there no one else I want to be with but you, you have my heart, always have and always will." Rhaelle blink away the mist in her eyes as she smile up at daemon, he smile at her as his thumb graze her cheek before he kiss her nose.

"Now, tell me you love me..." she nodded her head as she told him how much she love him, "...tell me there's no one else." He whisper.

"There's no one else, you are the only one." He peck her lips.

"Tell me your mine." He peck her lips again.

"I am yours...all yours, daemon...always." Daemon had his arm around her in his hold as he kisses her, "I'll always be yours." She mutter against his lips.

"Tell me there's no doubt in your heart, tell me your not only marrying me because you carry my child." Daemon's lips press against rhaelle's lips, chin, jaw, and neck before he look back at her.

Rhaelle hesitated, she loves daemon and the babe that is growing in her stomach is partly why she is still going to marry daemon. That's not bad, right?, she thought, and she can't lie to him but if he knew that her heart held a bit of doubt about their courtship he will be destroyed.

"I knew it." Daemon pull away making rhaelle look at him warily.

"Daemon–"

"What do I have to prove to show you that I am not the same man from a year ago," rhaelle shook her head as she step forward making daemon take a step back.

"Daemon, it is not you...it is me, I can't help but be heedful."

"Why because of what your mother said, you know I will never touch valaena." Rhaelle gave daemon a look.

"I know that, but what about the others." She hmm making him frown, "What if one day we get into another argument like this one and you go off and fuck some whore out of spite or because you were too drunk to have a real conversation with me, I'm just trying to...protect myself from getting hurt again. Is that so bad." She ask looking at him hopeless, she saw his jaw clench and his eyes grow upset and distance.

"If you have to protect yourself from me, than yes my dear, that is bad, because all I ever done is shown how much i changed for you and you can't even try to give me the benefit of the doubt." He hiss moving around her making her follow.

"Where are you going," she ask watching him put his boots back on.

"Back to my own chamber," he go to the door and open it before he looks at her, "If you can't trust me with your heart than maybe we should sleep in different beds...keep our distance, until you can trust me again." Rhaelle call out daemon name as he shut the door behind him, she bite her bottom moving her hand to cup her cheek feeling her eyes burn.

Rhaelle look away from Daemon as he made his way to her and the children.

"Are we ready to get this over with?" He ask, making the triplets nod her their head with a look of discomfort and disdain.

Rhaelle look to her youngest again, "We be back st midnight, i hope for your sake you be in bed by then." She says grasp his grasp with her hand and leaning forward to kiss his cheek.

"We will, mother." Rhaelle smile and look at Marra.

"Oh, I know you will because I have my favorite knight in thr making watching over you," she grins making Marra smile widely as she twist in her spot.

"I'll do my best, my queen." Rhaelle pinch Marra's cheeks.

"I know you will, my sweet flower." Rhaelle pull away before brushing Marra's kinky ginger hair behind her ear before pulling back and look at the others.

"We should get going, I will like to hurry this along and come back home," The triplets move to leave with marra and baelor following after them.

Daemon stood by her side without her noticing making her give him a side eye.

"Daemon." She acknowledge.

"My love." He said back.

They stood quiet for a moment, rhaelle turn her head slightly as she glance down at daemon's finger graze the back of her hand. She move her finger to touch his own before he hook his finger with her own, making a small smile appear on her lips.

"I miss you...we both have." She said with a small smile as her other hand went to her stomach, she heard daemon let out a low chuckle as he move to stand in front of her and put his other hand over hers.

"I miss you too, both of you." He lean down so his face could be near the corset that hide her baby bump, she gaze at daemon as he spoke a few words of valyrian to the baby.

"I'm sorry, daemon." Daemon look up at her, as she touch his neck feeling the scar beneath her palm, "I never meant to hurt you, I have realize I allow my fears to get the best of me, I do trust you." Daemon sigh standing up straight his hands never leaving rhaelles'.

"You weren't the only one at fault here, rhaelle. I was..." rhaelle brows pinch together, "...being childish I didn't allow myself to think about how you were feeling, truely feeling."

"I am the reason you can't trust me, I made a stupid mistake that cause me to hurt you and you have every right to continue to have doubt in me..." Rhaelle frown, "...I can't see the future, maybe I hurt you again or maybe you hurt me, but what I do know is that I will always choose you, even if you hurt me twice as much I will always choose you. There is no woman in the world that could make me feel the way you do."

Rhaelle smile at daemon before leaning her head against his own, making daemon wrap his arms around her wasit.

"Just like there is no men in this world that could make me so happy like you," she whispered, daemon press a kiss to her temple.

"Promise me. Nothing will break us apart." Daemon said low for her to hear.

"I promise."

@beggarsnotchoosey @cleverzonkwombatsludge @avidreader73 @green-lxght @spderm4nnnn @supermassiveblackhope @watercolorskyy @stargaryenx

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[bbyboykats]

Kankagari

Kyojuro Rengoku x reader

No warnings! Just fluff!

Author note: Hi!! I just recently watched Demon Slayer for the first time and I’m head over heels in love with Kyojuro!! He’ll always still be alive to me so let’s just pretend that little scene never happened ok!!! This is only like 500 words and it’s my first fic in a decade so pls be kind!

“This is the torch and hourglass Ruka used throughout both of her pregnancies. Please, treat them well.”

You sat dumbfounded in the room you shared with Kyojuro. His father, Shinjuro just left, the faint scent of sake still made your nose sting. Standing next to your dresser was a torch and inside it an hourglass, left here by your father-in-law. He had always been standoffish with you, even after you married his eldest son, Kyojuro. You tried your best not to let it bother you, as he treated his own children far worse. It’s been almost two decades since Ruka passed, but he is still a grieving man. For that you sympathize, as you too went through a grieving period when you almost lost your beloved to an upper rank demon. You were well aware of the ancient practice that Shinjuro was referring: Kankagari. When a woman in the Rengoku bloodline falls pregnant, she must stare into the flame of a torch for two hours every seven days. It is said to be the reason why the Rengoku men have hair that resembles flames. You quickly rose from your tatami mat and began gathering the materials you needed. You brought everything to the patio outside your bedroom, and once the flame was lit, you flipped the hourglass and watched the flame. At first, your eyes teared, not use to staring directly into such a bright light. Not soon after you started, Kyojuro returned home and joined you outside. “Let us watch together, my love.” You leaned into his side as his arm draped around you, hand resting on your hip. You’re not sure if any Rengoku husbands in the past sat with their wives during the Kankagari, but you were happy to have yours join you. This ritual continued for the next 8 months, your stomach seeming to be larger every time you sat to do it. It eventually got to the point where you stayed in bed while Kyojuro set up the torch in your room, and both of you watched from bed. The last time was three days before you gave birth, right in the Rengoku home, and to a beautiful baby boy. You were sat up in bed, cradling your sweet baby boy after he fed. “You look just like your father, my sweet Seijuro.” Kyojuro was knelt next to you, smiling down at his son. “He has your smile though, y/n.” You smiled up at him as the baby took his finger in his tiny hand. “Yeah, but that kind of pales in comparison to his hair, eyes and eyebrows.” He let out a hearty laugh, one that you’ve loved for many years. “You may have a point there, honey. But if we have a daughter, she’ll probably look just like you.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, careful not to rouse the sleeping baby in your arms.

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kyojuro rengoku #kyojuro rengoku x reader #kyojuro rengoku fluff

[sailorblossoms]

COC 2022 FICS - COMPLETE

Here’s the full list of every single thing I wrote this year for carry on countdown – (which turned out to be... a fucking lot haha). I also uploaded  all the short fics I shared here first... here    

Day 1: The End

A Cold Child (G, 213 words)

Is it him who is cold? He has never been cold before.

Takes place a few days after Baz is bitten.

Day 2: AU

Can't Fight This Feeling (T, 2.8k words)

Watford-era. AU where Simon and Baz never felt like they had to be enemies. (Friends to lovers)

Day 3: Expectations

Where I Want To Be (T, 3.2k words)

Simon never expected to find himself in this situation. (But he’s not complaining.)

Or: Rose Salisbury had a baby, but she doesn’t want to be a mother. Enter Lady Ruth. But she’s too old, and she worries she won’t be around to care for little Lucille for long. Enter Simon Salisbury. He loves children. He’s also lonely, directionless, and doesn’t think he will ever find love.

Enter Baz Pitch.

Day 4: Cake

Mountains of Cake (G, 371 words)

"What are you doing here?" The dark-haired boy repeats.

The freckled boy closes his mouth. He hasn’t realized he was staring with his mouth open. “You’re very pretty,” he blurts out.

Day 7: Veil

A Lovely Little Girl (G, 617 words)

Simon and Baz's adoptive daughter has a strange encounter.

Day 8: Lyrics

He’s Got The Power (T, 2.8k words)

Simon has the power. Baz has control. Together, they’re magic.

Day 9: Staff

"What if Cinderella wanted to kiss the fairy godmother instead" (G, under 400 words)

Day 10: Angst

Mismatched (M, 3k words)

Watford-era. Agatha and Simon don't want to acknowledge that they make each other miserable. When they are cursed to bodyswap for a day, it becomes impossible to ignore. It becomes downright unbearable.

Takes place towards the end of 7th year.

Day 11: WLW 

Margaret/Blue (G, Drabble)

Day 12: Devour 

Lover for life (E, 1k words)

It’s a huge turn on, knowing Simon wants him like this. To feel this wanted. Baz can no longer remember what it was like to be denied.

Takes place between awtwb and Snow for Christmas

Day 13: Devotion 

Hopelessly Devoted To You (T, 1.5k words)

I used to expect nothing of him. Nothing but loving him hopelessly, silently. Fruitlessly. Numbly. Many times I wished I could stop, but the heart wants what the heart wants. When you truly love someone, there is no turning it off.

Inspired by awtwb's break up, but much shorter, with less thought, and with more 70s music, basically.

Day 14: Cryptid (400 words) 

There’s infected blood and a kiss. The vibe is “unhinged.”

Day 16: Bridge

Always on My Mind (M, 1.3k words)

Distantly, he considers that Baz didn't call him because he actually needed help. He probably just wanted Simon there. Simon doesn’t mind. He likes that Baz always wants him around.

Superhero AU

Day 17: Match

Bewitched, Bothered, And Bewildered (M, ongoing) 

Simon Snow is the dashing hero of a fairytale. Saving the day is all he knows. A hero must have a match—that means a princess, of course. Who else could it be?

Baz Pitch is perpetually tired. He's lonely and bored and he might or might not be a little depressed. When Simon Snow suddenly burst out of one of his books, his entire world changes.

Day 22: Ritual

You Have Bewitched Me (T, ongoing)

A worried mother casts a ritual to help her daughter find a suitable match for marriage before finishing Watford. The effect is much stronger than anticipated, and now all the single girls are after a single boy in possession of a good fortune. On the surface, no one fits the bill better than Baz… And Simon doesn’t take it well. He doesn’t take it well at all.  

Takes place during their 7th year.

Day 25: Sleep

A short sleeping beauty AU where Simon is cursed to sleep (G, around 500 words)

Day 28: Shiver

Loverboy (E, 1.4k words)

Enthusiasm takes over—like I’m starving for cock, and he’s the only thing in the world that can satiate my hunger.

He is.

He is everything.

Day 30: the beginning

Agatha begins to realize things. Takes place between CO and Wayward Son. (Or in which Agatha buries her head in sand and thinks about Simon to avoid unpacking her own shit) 

#carry on countdown #2022 #my coc entries #snowbaz fanfic

[ingeniousmindoftune]

FIRE & RESCUE 🛟-03.

Description: in which you and buck have had an ongoing sneaky link for a year now, he’s slowly falling for you, but you left town after he wants to become serious, now you’re back in town and a car accident sends a hold on your trip to see him… long story short.. you loose your memory, he’s the firefighter who rescues you, you have no memory of him… and now you’re contemplating feelings…

Warnings: may contain foul language, some smut, fluffs and anything that’s offensive to certain viewers. You must be 18 or older to read any of my books, if you aren’t DNI.

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“Thank you.” You groaned as Buck helped you into the wheel chair, it was still an adjustment for you. You not remembering this man other then the fact he tried his hardest to fight for you and save your life, you assumed he was just doing his job but now he tells you, the two of you had a relationship and your baby was his, it was far more complicated. You weren’t sure how to react to that. You just knew you felt safe with him. It’s been exactly three days and every day, he would come at the same time—5:15. On the dot and take you down to see your daughter. Today would be the first time you are able to hold her, things were starting to look up for her and just maybe you didn’t need surgery after all, you were looking like yourself— Sorta! Thanks to your friend girl, who came over and hooked up your makeup and hair and give you some proper clothes other then that tacky hospital gown. But none of that truly mattered— you were alive. You could be dead, your daughter could be dead but thanks to Buck, you both survived. “Mm.” You groaned.

You were still in a lot of pain from surgery and the broken bones, morphin drips helped but it was only temporary.

“Let me help you.” He parked the wheelchair walking around to you, he took your hand as you held them out. “Thanks, again.” He nodded, you leaned against the crib that your daughter was in, she was a sight for sore eyes. The most beautiful human being you’d ever laid eyes on. She was clearly a split between the two of us, she had bucks nose and eye shape, my everything else. She looked like the both of us, more so him in this moment so there was no denying– he was her father. He even offered to take a test, just to prove he was. Not only for himself but me. He told me how everything went down between us, what caused us to shift but it kind of made some sense. But none of that mattered because, I didn’t know him. “Are you ready?” The nurse smiled, lifting our daughter up out the incubator bed.

You smiled. “Yes.” You nodded your head from ear to ear, Buck smiled at her, as she was rested in my arms. “Are you sure that it’s okay?” You ask the nurse as you gently rocked your daughter in your arms. She nodded. “Yes. You’re her mother and it’s important that she builds a bond with you, you can have an hour with her today.”

She smiled, touching Buck’s arm with a slight wink. You looked up to see his response but he nervously pulled away, you just brushed it off but part of you was a little bothered by it. You didn’t know why. “I’ll be back later.” She smiled before exiting, you propped up your daughters head as he helped you sit back in the wheelchair, he pulled up a chair brushing his hand over her head full of curls, placing a kiss on her forehead. “She’s so beautiful.” His eyes settled of water. You just watched him, you never saw a man cry before. You remember your father saying men crying was a sign of weakness. But you always thought that was a load of bull. “Aww, Buckley’s shedding some tears.” You joke, he chuckled slightly. “Yeah I’m an emotional wreck.” He slightly chuckled wiping his face, brushing his hands up and down his thigh. “She’s just perfect.”

“She really is,” you brushed your hand over her head as well.

He slightly chuckled with a smile. “Are we going to come up with a name yet?” I looked at my daughter, I had the perfect name but wasn’t sure if he would like it. “I have a name but, I’m not sure you’d like it.” He folded his fingers together looking at you. “Try me.” You looked into her eyes. “Grace.” You looked him in the eyes. “It’s a miracle she’s even here, that I’m even here so I figu—” he cut me off. “No, no. It’s perfect. Grace. It’s a beautiful name. Could I ask one thing?” You nod. “If it comes back that she’s mine, could we name her after my sister, Maddie? Maybe, Grace Madison?” You had no problem with that so you agreed, you both just sat and looked at your daughter in silence. She had soon fallen asleep. “May I?” You hadn’t realized that you never let him hold her, you apologized and handed her over, he held her so delicately and so tight you were just in love, the way he looked at her.. you loved it. You knew he would protect her, by any means. But this situation was so strange, you were out of your comfort zone.

“She looks just like you, you know?” He chuckled

You smiled. “Funny, I was about to tell you the same thing. She’s a spitting image of both of us. Is it crazy that I don’t even know you but I hope that she is yours?” He looks away from her then at you. “No. It’s not crazy at all.” He flashed that beautiful smile, a smile that’ll make any woman weak at the knees. “I get out of here tomorrow, my mother won’t be able to make it until the day after so.. I’m..” he shook his hand as he still held Grace, not looking away from her. “Not a problem, I’ll be here first thing and take you to your place to settle in.” You smiled. “But, don’t you have to work?”

“I do but, I’m also not the only fire fighter. My boss, Bobby. He understands the situation and we are all like family, pretty soon you’ll see.”

You just nodded. “I honestly don’t want to leave her.” He let out a sigh. “I don’t blame you, I don’t either. I’m already attached to her, I just wanna hold her and never let her go. I love kids. I just never thought I wanted one of my own until now; now that she’s here, I want her to be mine.” He looked away from her then to me. “I’m in love with her already, I just wanna protect her. Love her. Be a father to her and treat her like the princess she is.” You smiled, “That’s so sweet Buck.” You slightly pouted because you felt bad, what if it wasn’t his? You had no memory, so you couldn’t tell him if she was or wasn’t. But deep down you believed that she was

: Fire House Visit (A Week Later) :

It was proven that Buck was indeed Grace’s father. Over the last week, the two of you had gotten close. You were developing a friendship, mainly because of your daughter and you also knew because Buck was trying to get you to remember him, which was hard. But, you were feeling him. The feelings were strong. Maybe a little too strong.

“You got the diaper bag?” You ask Buck as he got into the driver side, buckling his seat belt.

He looked over at you. “You know that I did. Relax, Y/n.” You let out a deep sigh, you were nervous to meet his friends whom were like family to him. You didn’t know why, but you were. You asked yourself what if they didn’t like you. “Don’t tell me to relax. I’m just nervous to meet your friends, I haven’t exactly seen anyone of them since all of you saved my life.”

“If you’re worried about them not liking you, don’t worry about that. If I like you, they’ll love you. Besides you’re the one woman that I refuse to let get away, they’ll probably be intrigued and wanting to know your secret.” He joked.

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