#// his little bounce is back too so it's happy screechs ;A; but my eyes are sore from bawling

[usagimen]

just a tiny update; my cat is doing great today, he was given fluids while his medicine regime changed. as a treat, he now has a luxury cat tree && cat caves to hide in, so he's back to being fluffy as possible - thank goodness.

[fungal-rot]

Daddy’s Girl

summary: this is actually a part two of Sweet, Domestic Life. i’m glad y’all thought it was cute bc i love joel having a happy life and being a family man (but tbf idk if i like this or not) also i’ve been reading writing tips and whatnot and even had a friend go over this for me (she helped so much) !! i hope you can notice a (good) difference shskdhakal

warnings: your child is a menace (affectionate), f!reader, reader is referred to as mama, the daughter is nicknamed ‘Bug’, so sweet it’ll rot your teeth, i also don’t know how to properly write toddlers lol

w.c.: 1k

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    A soft, content sigh escaped your lips as you sat on the bed, crossing your legs as you neatly folded laundry and separated each article of clothing into its own pile. Joel was not as contented; he chased your little girl up and down the hall, her high-pitched squealing bouncing off the walls as she scuttled away, and he followed in hot pursuit with heavy feet that thundered after her with every laugh and giggle.

You heard Joel ask with an accusing tone, "What do you have in your hand?" Your ears perked up, and as soon as you lifted your head, you saw your three-year-old come barreling in. With a wide, shit-eating grin plastered on her face, making her cheeks appear rounder, she held her closed fist out in front of her.

"Mama!" She hollered and rushed to the edge of the bed, her free hand gripping and fisting at the bed sheets as she clambered up the mattress and placed a tiny foot against the frame of the bed to hoist herself up, trying her best to reach you.

"Bug!" You exclaimed with a dramatic widening of your eyes, dropping the shirt you held, and raising your arms slightly before grabbing her and settling her onto your lap. Joel joined next and propped an arm against the door frame as his chest heaved from the chase he had just endured. His brows bunched together, but a playful smile stretched his lips, clearly thrilled to be a part of the game.

"Nuh-uh," he said with a shake of his head and walked forward, "Mama can't help ya." Then he reached for the toddler once again.

Your eyes narrowed as you were about to argue but stopped short as Bug screeched in your ear. The sudden noise made you recoil with a wince. Your neck craned to the side, and you arched your brows while you blinked rapidly and waited for her to simmer down.

After a minute, you tilted your head to look down at her, "You done?" You ask softly and tuck a wavy strand of hair behind her ear.

Her head bobbled in response, "Yeah," she sucked in her lips and shifted in your lap, grabbing onto the collar of your shirt to balance herself.

You nod back and carefully remove her hand from the shirt, preventing her from possibly tugging the collar too low. "Okay," you whisper, then turning back to Joel. You resume your theatrical act, cradling your daughter's head to your shoulder protectively as you give him a mock pout.

"Not so fast, Miller," you say dramatically, "You bein' mean to my girl?"

The little girl had her hands tucked under her chin as she peeked at Joel with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Your husband noticed this, of course, and shot her a lighthearted glare.

"If anything, she's the mean one," he retaliated with a vague gesture of his hand and moved to lay down beside the two of you. "Makin' an old man with a bad back and bad knees run around like that." He added, followed by a soft exhale as he brought his hands to his stomach and clasped them together.

You snorted faintly and observed him with mild amusement as he got comfortable. You then avert your gaze to the fidgeting child in your lap. "I heard Daddy ask what you got in your hand," you tell her, tilting your head curiously. "Wanna show me what it is?"

Her nose scrunched as she bared her teeth in a goofy grin and brought her hands from under her chin, splaying them open to reveal-

"Nothing?" Your head reeled back with a laugh. Ah, of course. She was getting her father riled up for the sake of it, truly a chip off the old block.

Joel chuckled under his breath, bringing a hand from his torso to rub tiredly at his face.

"Glad I've got my girls ta keep me on my toes." He mumbled, voice barely above a whisper as he opened his eyes again and glanced between you. Your daughter wormed free from your hold and crawled onto Joel's lap, her little hands splayed across his chest as she gazed down at him.

" 'S'a joke, Daddy." She explained, her shoulders bobbing up and down with a happy lilt in her voice. "Bellie told me." Ah, that would explain it. Joel couldn't deny that Ellie's favorite pastime seemed to be finding ways to get under his skin, and now that had also expanded to his other daughter.

" 'Course she did," Joel replied, flicking his gaze to you, his expression mostly neutral with a faint look of amusement. You noticed your daughter's lip slightly parted with a soft yawn, and her eyes dropped ever so slightly, which signaled the two of you that she was starting to get sleepy.

"Yeah, bein' a li'l menace is tirin' ain't it, Bug?" Joel cooed playfully and touched her back, gently lowering her to lay against his chest.

You watched the interaction fondly and felt your heart flutter.

You couldn’t deny it; your daughter was a daddy's girl through and through, always seeking out the time she could spend with him, running to him with open arms when he came home after patrol, and always being under his feet, which he would always welcome with equal enthusiasm.

You finished folding the rest of the laundry and gathered each pile, placing them in their respective spots within the dresser. As you worked, you listened as Joel quietly sang, "Bye, Baby Buntin," his words slowly trailing off as he did. You turned back to see the pair fast asleep, the two embracing each other.

A warm feeling rushed through your body, and you silently padded over to the bed, reaching for the comforter folded at the end and throwing it open. You placed it over the pair and gently kissed each of their foreheads before turning off the lamp, then snuggled in next to them and closed your eyes, savoring this moment of peace and contentment.

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sorry it’s so short ahh !! i just wanted to write something real quickie. thank you for reading and comments/reblogs are always appreciated <33

[janeyseymour]

Won't You Be... My Neighbor? -pt 2

Part 1.

Summary: Throughout the preparation for Melissa's court hearing, you find yourself falling for her.

WC: ~2.35k

“You’re a lawyer?” Melissa looks at you as if you just told her you were actually born on Mars.

You nod confidently. “A damn good one too.”

“Then what the hell are you doing here in West Philly?”

You chuckle. “I grew up around here. Liked the area, never really cared to leave.”

“Wow,” she whispers out in amazement. “Would you really be able to help me? I’ll pay you of course.”

You roll your eyes. “Of course I can help you. And don’t worry about a payment. I’d be happy to help you out.”

“That’s ridiculous,” she states.

You wave a lazy hand in dismissal as you sip your wine. “No it ain’t. Just… cook me a couple meals, and we’ll call it even.”

That gets the redhead to laugh a little. “Yeah, I can do that.”

“Tell me a little about him,” you prompt.

So she does. The two of you chat long into the night, and it’s only when Melissa yawns for the fourth time that you smile at her, finish off what little remains in your glass, and stand. “I suppose I should let you get to bed. But let’s… reconvene soon?”

She nods sleepily. “I’ll see you soon, Y/N. And seriously, thank you.”

“Have a good night, Melissa.” You leave the apartment and head down the hall to your own.

As you crawl into bed that night, you think about everything that she had said to you. Genuinely, you feel terrible for the woman a few doors down. She seems to have put her heart and soul into that marriage, only for all of her hard work and care to go down the drain. And from what you can tell, she isn’t exactly swimming in money right now- especially taking on a new apartment and having a young child to care for on her own. But she’s doing everything she can right now to make it work, including working overtime at her school to tutor children who need extra help. Her ex-husband is making absolutely no contributions aside from the extra hell that he is giving her. You find yourself even more motivated to help your neighbor win her case against her husband and gain full custody of her son.

It’s a few days later when you run into Melissa again, and she seems just as frazzled as she was the first day you met her. JJ is on her hip crying again, pleading to not have to go to the grocery store.

You are just coming in from a rather long day at work, and while the last thing you want to do is look after a small child (one who will need lots of tender love and care to calm down), you make your way over to the pair.

“Hey,” you say softly as you adjust your briefcase slung around you.

Melissa runs a hand through her hair. “Hi.” She turns her attention back to her son. “Sweetheart, we have to get groceries for the week… but Momma promises she’ll be quick.”

“I don’t wanna!” the little boy screeches.

“Missed nap time at daycare,” the redhead whispers over his head. Then she presses her lips together in a fine line as she continues to bounce him on her hip. She tries to calm him with a few short hums, but JJ just continues to cry out.

You blow out a breath. “I can take him for a little while you go grocery shopping,” you offer softly.

Those green eyes meet yours immediately. “Oh, you don’t have to do that.”

“I don’t mind,” you say with a soft smile. “And it looks like you could use a break from kids for at least an hour.”

“Are you sure?” Melissa breathes out. “Because I can take him- he is my son.”

“I know he is,” you chuckle quietly. “But I also know that it’s okay to lean on someone to help you, and I told you I’m here for you.”

The teacher sighs softly. She looks down at her crying little boy. “Baby, Miss Y/N says you can stay with her while Momma goes grocery shopping, how does that sound?”

JJ whines out, but he looks to you with curious eyes and nods just once. His cries immediately start to soften as he realizes he doesn’t have to go to the dreaded grocery store and sit in that uncomfortable cart. He rubs at his eyes as he lets out a small yawn. “Momma?”

“Yeah, JJ?”

“I love you,” the little boy mumbles into Melissa’s shoulder.

“I love you too, honey,” the woman smiles softly as she presses a soft kiss to his head. “Can I put you down now so you can go with Miss Y/N?”

JJ nods, so Melissa sets him down on the ground. He immediately reaches for your free hand that isn’t holding your water bottle.

“Be a good little boy, okay?” the redhead instructs softly to her son. He nods, and you lead him down to your own apartment.

He’s as happy as a clam to sit with you while you go through a few more papers, and then you know it’s time that you should probably start making dinner. With a soft sigh, you lift him to your hip and start pulling out ingredients to make a meal.

“Dinner?” the little boy asks as he starts playing with the baby hairs that have fallen out of your ponytail.

“Yeah, hun,” you smile softly. “How does spaghetti sound?”

“I love pasetti,” your little neighbor mumbles.

You chuckle quietly as the way he says the word but nod. “Then that’s what we’ll have. Does your momma like spaghetti?”

He gives you a cheeky smile in response.

By the time that Melissa comes around to collect her son, you have him calmed down, fed, and giggling as you play Candy Land with him. However, she looks absolutely furious when you open the door.

“You okay?” you ask her quietly, although you very much know the answer already.

“Peachy,” is what she retorts. “C’mon, JJ. I have to get dinner started.”

“But Y/N already gived me dinner, and we saved some for you!” the little boy announces from his place on the floor, donned in one of your sweatshirts.

The redhead furrows her brows. “What?”

“I hope I’m not overstepping,” you say softly. “But he was hungry, I was making dinner, and I figured you might like to come home and not have to cook today.”

“That… wow,” Melissa sighs quietly. “Thank you.”

“It’s on the stove, and if it needs warmed, you’ve seen where my microwave is,” you smile at her as you return back to your game with her son. “Feel free to grab a glass of wine too if you want.”

As the redhead makes her way into the kitchen, she realizes that she can’t remember the last time someone made her a home cooked meal, even if it was something as simple as spaghetti. Joe had cooked for her maybe once as a way to get into her pants, and before then… it was her grandmother while her own parents were in the middle of their terrible divorce and custody battle.

The mother gets her dinner, and then she’s settling on the floor next to her son. She eats in silence, enjoying the fact that she does not have to entertain her son. She also watches as you handle him with such ease, making him smile and giggle the way that only she and Barb can get JJ to act. He’s such a sweet little boy, and the redhead would be lying to herself if she said that watching you with him didn’t make that small attraction to you just the slightest bit bigger.

You of course let the little boy win, and when he does, you tickle him relentlessly claiming that he was just too good and that he must’ve been cheating. His infectious laugh only makes you chuckle, and you know that you would do anything to keep this little boy happy- he already has a piece of your heart.

Then he tiredly crawls into his way into your lap and lays his head on your chest. “Sleepy,” is all he gets out as his eyes start to droop down.

The redhead stands, only half finished her meal. “I guess I should get him-”

You raise a hand as you stand and settle the two of you on the couch. “Don’t even worry about it. He can sleep on me while you finish your meal, and then you can tell me why you came in so pissed.”

Melissa chuckles, but she situates herself back on the floor. She watches the two of you for a bit as you lull her son to sleep with mindless humming and your fingers combing through his hair.

After a bit, you look down, and you know JJ is asleep. “So, you wanna tell me what had you so pissed?”

“Fucking Joe,” is all Melissa sighs out. “Told me that he’s looking for the best family lawyer in the city and that he’s gonna get custody of my son.”

“Well he’s screwed then, because that would be me,” you roll your eyes. “And I’m already taking your case on. Speaking of, there are a few papers I’ll need you to fill out in my briefcase, but I can get them to you tomorrow.”

“You’re the-” her eyes go comically wide.

“I am,” you say cooly. “85% success rate, and he doesn’t know that the odds are already stacked against him with most judges tending to rule with the mother having custody. And if he tries to pull any shit, I’ll make his life a living hell.”

And Joe does try to pull a bunch of shit- threatening Melissa, having his lawyers try to find loopholes around most things. And you just document it all. You and the redhead prepare for the case mostly after long days of work over a meal with that sweet little boy curled up in your lap and wearing one of your sweatshirts.

As the two of you prepare for the court case, you get to see more of the Schemmenti household. You get to see Melissa when she’s at her happiest, playing a simple round of Chutes and Ladders with JJ to take a break from all of the preparation. You also see her when she’s done up for school, and you swear she’s taken your breath away quite a few times. But you also see her at her lowest of lows, when she’s terrified that she’s going to lose JJ and that Joe’s threats are genuinely scaring her to the point of tears. You see her when she’s clad in her pajama bottoms and Eagles sweatshirt, ready to rip her hair out over the meltdown her son is having, and yet she’s still soft and warm with him. And it all… it makes you feel honored that you get to see her for everything that she is- apparently that isn’t a common thing for her to do, to let people in. And yet here you are, getting to know her and see every side of the redhead- even the parts that she doesn’t want you to see.

Her son is obsessed with you in the sweetest way, always coming and knocking on your door to ask if you can play a game with him or to simply give you a hug before he gallops his way back down to his own door with a proud look on his face. 

You would be lying to yourself if you said that you weren’t happy to find yourself a part of their little bubble and that you were falling more and more in love with your client each and every day that you get to see her (which is of course everyday, whether that be to chat over dinner, prepare for the hearing, or just a simple ‘hello’ as you pass each other in the hall). But she… she’s your client, and she’s going through a messy, messy divorce, and you don’t even know if she likes women. You have your own theory that she’s bisexual, but nothing has been confirmed. You can’t, in good conscience, make a move on her. So you don’t. You sit with your feelings and try to not let them consume you.

The day that you spent hours preparing for comes, and Melissa slides into her place very nervously with her son in her arms. She looks absolutely stunning in her dress pants and blazer, and JJ looks precious in his little outfit that you have no doubt is his Easter best.

“I thought we spoke about not bringing him here,” you say in a hushed tone.

The redhead runs a hand through her hair. “I know, I know. My sister was supposed to watch him, but she bailed last minute, Barb can’t watch him because she’s working at the school, and you’re my other babysitter.”

“He better stay quiet,” you warn. “It’s not uncommon for judges to put children in contempt if they’re noisy.”

“He won’t be,” Melissa promises you. “He’s got his little fidget toy, and we already talked about how to act because we don’t want to get taken from Momma.”

The hearing is long and arduous for all parties, but when that gavel comes down and the judge rules that Melissa has sole custody of her son with Joe only being allowed supervised visits due to his excessive drinking, the threats he had made, and his other habits you know it was all worth it.

The mother immediately bursts into happy tears while Joe starts to fume. He starts screaming and cursing, and the court officers begin to rush him out.

He’s not out of the room before he can get out, “You’ll pay for this, you bitch!”

Melissa, too caught up in smothering her little boy in love, doesn’t even pay attention to his words. And later on, she wishes she would have. 

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[multi-fandom-imagine]

A/n: I love this!

•Viktor•

Viktor loved his little girls more than anything, when you first told him that you were pregnant he was over joyed. This was his chance at happiness again, and when he find out that you were pregnant with twins well Viktor nearly fainted from shock.

He wouldn't screw this up, he wouldn't because you meant the world to him, his little girls meant the world to him.

Picking up a few toys, Viktor heard a giggle. It was one of the twins. He knew he should bring her back to her crib, he couldn't imagine what was going through your mind if you found one of your children missing. "Čo tu robíte?"

Viktor couldn't help but speak Slavic to her, why he knew that she didn't understand him. Her and her twin sister seemed to enjoy when he spoke it.

Titling her head to the side, the little girl giggled waving her chubby arms in the air.

"Papo!"

Dropping the toy's, Viktor's eye went wide as he took a step towards her. "Vhat did you say?"

"Papo!Papo!Papo" The baby squealing over and over at her father as he lifted her in the air.

"Haha! My little angels firsts words!" Smiling, Viktor pressed his head against hers. "This will be our little secret."

•Zib•

Sleeping on the couch, Zib felt two of his children nuzzled into his chest as the third sat on the ground playing with his hats. Dorian was grateful how mellow his children were, they were so calm, sweet and he knew that he had you to thank for that.

One of his eyes peaking open he chuckled seeing the youngest looking up at him. "What's caught your attention bud?"

Chewing on Zib's hat, a giggle escaped the little boys lips as he crawled over to his father. "Daddy!"

Sitting up, Zib had to hold the other two children to his chest to make sure they didn't fall off. This was the first word that he had spoken, he couldn't believe that he was his son's first words. "Ha! You hear that?! I was his first words...come here buddy."

Now holding all three of his children, Zib held them close. "My three little ones." He muttered closing his eyes.

Watching him, you relaxed further into your chair. It was an adorable site, to see this side of your husband. "You're such a good father Dorian, I want you to know that."

Humming, Zib shook his head still holding the triplets. "Well if you say so then I gotta believe it."

•Rocky•

If there was one thing at Rocky loved more than anything than it had to be him playing the violin for you and his son. He'd often play for you when you were pregnant and now he'd play for his son.

Smiling, he took out the violin as his son watched eagerly. "Are you ready?"

The little boy nodded his head eagerly, nearly bouncing in the seat as he watched his father with excitement. "Y...ya....p..." wrinkling his nose the little boy listened to his father as he tried to speak. "Papa!"

The bow screeching across the strings, dropping the violin to the ground. Rocky instead lifted his son in the air giving him a spin as he let out a joyful laugh though it did not take long for you to slip out of the room rubbing your eyes. "What's going on?"

"He said his first word! I was his first word!" Rocky beamed.

Smiling, you held back a yawn as you walked over to them both. "Isn't that the cutest thing."

•Mordecai•

If someone would have told Mordecai that he would he married with a child he would have laughed in their faces, it seemed like a novel concept, it didn't feel real and yet here he was playing chess with you his wife as his daughter sat on his lap.

"Just because you are pregnant, it doesn't mean I will go easy on you." Mordecai teased.

Snorting, you rolled your eyes giving him a playful smile. No one saw this side to him, he may have been stoic, kept his emotions close but you knew the he loved you and your daughter, you knew that he'd love this child too.

Sitting in her father's lap, the toddler looked up at her father then to the board game of you both playing chess. Eyes going wide for a moment, she reached for one of the pieces beaming up at her father.

"Dada!"

About to take the piece away from her, Mordecai's eyes went wide as he froze. Your laughter echoing around him. "All that word paid off."

"You." Flustered, Mordecai avoided his gaze as he instead held his daughter close. "Thank you."

[onboardsorasora]

It's been crazy few days and we all need a little bit of just distraction and some happiness. For @chaosinstigator, I wanted to write a longer scene than I normally do. I hope you like it😘

Part 1 | Part 15

Part 16

“Charles, where is Daniel?” Max stretched and bit back a yawn. The first day of preseason was always the longest. What with all the engineering meetings and marketing squeezed in-between.

Charles looked up from his conversation with Pierre– eyes wide. He looked around before smiling to himself. “Over there. With Esteban.” He said pointing into a crowd.

“How do you know?” Max asked skeptically even as Esteban laughed down at something. A bright red balloon bobbed in his eyeline, Max sighed long-sufferingly. “Nevermind.” He muttered.

“It's a great idea!” Charles called at his back as he walked away. Max trudged through the small crowd of people, lips pulling in an involuntary smile as Daniel's shriek of happiness pierced the air.

He came upon the all crowd of media people and drivers, and in the middle was a grinning kid with a balloon clipped to his trousers. He was giggling and wiggling his little body while looking up to see if the balloon wiggled as well.

“Hello Daniel, who gave you a balloon?”

“Max!!” Little Daniel screeched and ran to hug Max's legs. “Look! A ballwoon!” Little Daniel wiggled himself and looked up at Max to see if he was watching, honey eyes large and happy.

“Look at it go!” Max praised, running his fingers through Little Daniel's hair. Little Daniel made a soft happy sound and leaned into Max's touch.

“Was it Charles’ idea?” Max asked Esteban.

“Shaaaarrrrlllll.” Little Daniel hummed.

Esteban quirked a brow at the stim, having never experienced it before. “Does Charles know he does that?”

“Shaaaarrrrlllll.” Came the squeaky voice again.

Max shrugged, “probably. But the balloon?”

“It's Naomi's birthday, he'd started following her– well the balloon and she gave it to him.” Estie explained. “It was my idea to clip it to him so he can't get lost– he had zoomies.”

“Did you go zooming today again Daniel? Did you go the fastest?” Max looked down as Little Daniel looked up with stars in his eyes.

“I went so fasht Maxy!” He promised earnestly.

“That's so good! Do you want to choose dinner tonight?”

“Can we get mummy gnocchi?” Little Daniel bit the side of his palm shyly, twisting his little body. Max froze, he knew the hotel would be able to figure out gnocchi but he needed to call Grace to find out what he'd need to do with it. Not a problem.

“Of course! And we can call mummy too.” Max offered and Little Daniel bounced in excitement. He raised his arms to be lifted and Max obliged easily, lifting Little Daniel and his balloon into his arms.

“Maxy we go home now?” Little Daniel asked, patting Max's cheek with a wet palm. Max nodded.

“Do you want to watch a race tonight or cartoons?” Max asked and Little Daniel thought for a second, holding his smooth chin.

“Race pweese! The one-the one that we was da fastest?” He asked as if Max didn't know which race he spoke about. As if their double podiums weren't Little Daniel's favourite races to watch.

“We'll watch that one.” Max promised and Little Daniel grinned happily. He twisted around to wave at Esteban who Max had completely forgotten about. Estie waved at Little Daniel with a grin and Max nodded his goodbye. They just needed to grab their bags and then they'd be on their way, their balloon trailing behind them.

“Look Maxy! Balloon!!” Little Daniel squealed, pointing upwards at their beacon. He was excited to see it flying in the sky and Max watched him happily and stroked a hand up and down Little Daniel's spine in a comforting cadence.

On their walk from the hospitality to the car, Little Daniel rested his head on Max's shoulder and clutched his hands around Max's neck. His soft breaths told Max he was asleep, tuckered out from his exciting day.

[llondonfog]

OK so Baul and Lilias friendship lives in my mind rent free, so I think that a few days after silver gets sick for the first time and mama and papa zigvolt manage to teach lilia the proper way to care for a sick infant after he comes over to their house tembling with poorly restrained panic, Baul goes over with v little persuasion from his daughter to check up on them.

What he sees is a happy and healthy Silver just quietly smiling up at him from Lilias arms while Lilia is passed out in his rocking chair fevered and red from catching baby's first cold.

Baul immediately assigns himself caretaker duties, doesn't even bother trying to move Silver from Lilias arms and instead just picks them both up to deposit them both in Lilias bed for a proper nap before checking the fridge for tomato soup ingredients.

When he first heard from his daughter that Lilia— Lilia Vanrouge, the once General of the Right, feared commander of the fae armies and scourge of humankind— had adopted a human child and had been caring for it for several months now, Baul had roared with laughter so hard that he split a scale wide open on his cheek.

It was certainly a poor excuse for a joke, the very kind of rumor that the castle fae still bitter over Lilia's persistent existence four hundred years later might spread. The very idea that Lilia, Lilia Vanrouge, would debase himself to care for a human child not of his blood, to stoop so low as to toil over its screeching and wailing demands when he had bathed in the screams of its own kind with a mad vengeance after the tragedy of Lady Meleanor . . . not even four hundred years of honeyed peace was enough to sweeten that wound.

Time, it seemed, had forgotten what was so cruelly emblazoned in the very depths of Baul's mind, in Lilia's own memories, and the nightmares of all those surviving fae who stalked the forests during those blood-soaked nights. Those born in kinder years had never known the horror of human avarice, and even his own daughter had taken up residence with one of their kind despite her father's immense displeasure, simpering, soft-hearted fool that her husband was.

At least, to Baul's proud credit, their lineage rippled strong and true through his grandchildren— and with his daughter due any day under the weight of a third, he's only too certain for another healthy, bouncing, scaled Zigvolt.

So when she had simply stared back at him with crossed arms and an arched brow while he had laughed and laughed and laughed, a sinking kind of horror began to creep into his heart— surely . . . she wasn't serious?

Months— hardly the blink of an eye for faekind, but everything to humans. Months, Lilia had kept a child for several months, and not once had tried to rid himself of it? Not once tried to deposit it upon the stoop of a human village and wipe his hands clean of the responsibility of child-rearing? He had been taking advice from Baul's daughter and her wisp of a husband on how to pacify and coddle it? He had barged into their home, fretful beyond measure with a colicky babe clutched in his arms, and all but demanded them to cure the child?

("Or what?" Baul found himself asking, utterly bewildered and needing to find some kernel of normalcy in the fact that surely Lilia had menaced his daughter's husband some into obeying his whims.

"Or nothing, Father," she said, the taunting ghost of a knowing smile playing about her lips. "In all the years that I've known him, I've never seen him quite so distraught. He stayed by the crib all night, frozen— we had to tell him it was alright to breathe and to hold Silver's hand if he wanted, it was as if he was afraid to hurt him.")

Silver? Lilia, afraid? Holding the hand of some human child?

It simply couldn't be true.

It couldn't be, this had to be some elaborate, poorly executed prank.

He clung to that belief even as his daughter shoved a bundle of medicine, food, and knitted blankets into his arms with the stern instruction to deliver them to Lilia's home (Home! He had never heard the forest cottage to be described in such terms! The place was a hovel, a storage shed for Lilia to dump his treasures before venturing off to the next location, how could it be considered a home?).

He clung to it even as he emerged from the woods to the path that led up to the cottage's door, casting unnerved glances to the strange and new abundance of woodland creatures skulking about the thatched roof and scampering along the thick tree trunk supporting the cottage like a lean-to, soft little animals that would have darted away in fright from Lilia's presence before Baul's own.

He clung to it until he could no more, when he threw open the cottage door with an odd tightness in his chest to see his oldest friend collapsed on a worn and lumpy armchair with a honest-to-goodness human baby snuggled safely within his arms and sucking happily on a stray piece of ruby-stained hair. Beyond them, a soothing glow flickered in the fireplace where a kettle of milk quietly steamed, and the scattered presence of cloth toys littered the living room floor along with (Baul shuddered) well-thumbed pamphlets, their covers illustrated with the cheerful faces of frolicking human children.

What had this child done to Lilia Vanrouge?

[libraryofloveletters]

Sing It With Me

John Stones x Fem!Reader

Warnings: alcohol and the consumption of, the boys are so unhinged - especially john and kyle, ruben's in his vlogging era, sash are sooo over them, broken tables, terrible singing, jack and erling are attached at the hip per usual, reader is ready to go to bed and not deal with them, a few minor injuries.

Word Count: 834

Author's Note: I feel like this perfectly captures what the man city christmas parties would look like lmao

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John’s Christmas parties were famous for being crazy and unhinged, much like their host himself; because who else would end up drunk on a table, singing Christmas carols? 

John's Christmas party was famous amongst the Manchester City players; a night of fun, antics and plenty of booze.

Coincidently, your husband's ideal idea of a perfect night.

It was a week before Christmas and it's nearing 4am. "Are you sure you don't want to wait for him? You'll be alright to get home alone?" You asked Sasha, walking with her to the front door.

The woman nods, "he's not gonna leave anytime soon, I'd be shocked if he was home when I woke up."

Both you and Sasha knew how Jack was, his tendency to party outweighing his logical decisions.

You laughed, giving her a hug. "I'll keep an eye on him, keep him out of trouble. Let me know when you get home, yeah?"

"Of course," she smiles and you watch her walk to her car and get in before you shut the door and rejoin the group in the living room.

The boys who were left; Ruben, Jack, Erling and Kyle, were all drunk and giggling about who knows what. Your husband was pouring another round of shots when you dropped yourself on the couch next to Ruben.

"Tired?" He asks, his fingers tapping along his thigh to the beat of Last Christmas by WHAM that was playing quietly.

"Exhausted."

John comes in, tray in hand as he passes the shots around to the boys. He sits on the arm rest of the couch, his own arm around you. "Cheers! Happy Christmas!"

The seven of you messily attempt to tap your glasses together and down the shots.

At that very moment, it seemed as if the music had bitten your husband. He began singing terribly off key. You groan, slouching back into the couch. "Johnny, please.. don't start."

"Last Christmas I gave you my heart but the very next day you gave it away," he gets up, pointing to you as he sings.

Kyle jumps up from his spot, getting onto the coffee table. "This year, to save me from tears, I'll give it to someone special!" He shimmed along to the music and you can't help but laugh.

John joins his friend on the coffee table, the two of them dancing and singing along; it sounded more like screeching rather than singing. You assume it's the thought that counts.

Before you know it, Jack's up on the couch and singing too.

"Once bitten and twice shy. I keep my distance, but you still catch my eye." He does his little dance, hips popping from side to side.

It seems to have become the Manchester City musical in here because Erling gets up, tv remote in hand as a microphone when he too starts to sing. "Tell me baby, do you recognize me? Well, it's been a year, it doesn't surprise me!"

You roll your eyes, "oh my god."

"Y/n! Y/n! What do you think?" Ruben shouts from behind his phone, the flash on as he points to you - he decided to make a video of their lovely performance.

"It's fantastic, 10/10 truly."

Erling grabs John's arm, leaving Jack to bounce on the couch alone.

"It's not gonna hold, you guys. The table isn't meant for that many-" And before you could finish your sentence, and just as Ruben pans to them, there's a crack and the table collapses in on itself.

"Are you guys okay?" You're out of your seat as fast as they fall on each other.

"Erling!" Jack gets off the couch and helps his friend up.

Ruben is still standing there, phone in hand as he recorded all the chaos. You, on the other hand, help Kyle up and then pull John up off the floor.

It takes you a second to check all of them, making sure the broken glass and wood hasn't nicked them anywhere. Kyle slouched on the couch, Ruben was 'interviewing' him, asking him about his performance and what he thought of it.

Erling was sitting on the floor, his head on Jack's knee while Jack was trying to take a selfie of them.

John was lying on the floor still, next to the broken coffee table.

"I told you the table couldn't hold all of you." You tell them, coming back to put a bandaid on John's wrist. "It was fun though," John mumbles, his arm pulling you down onto his chest.

Kyle gives Ruben a shove, the Portuguese take that as a sign to stop recording. "I'll buy you a new table." Kyle mumbles, taking a sip of his beer that he had left next to the couch.

Technically, it was Erling who broke it, so..." You trailed off, looking at the man who was half asleep.

Erling gives you a thumbs up, "send me the link, I'll buy it."

You can't help but smile as you look around the living room; all you husband's teammates and closest friends were here, all drunk and sprawled out, chaotic as ever.

It's not the holidays without the chaos, is it?

[milkywaydrabbles]

Number 15 for Alucard, it'd be so cute!

A/N: I don't think this is the fluff you were expecting LOL I promise it's a happy ending but the angst took over. In case you (or anyone else) was wondering the song is Cherry Wine by Hozier (i'm in my feels right now about this man I'm sorry) Anyways I hope you like it mwuaaah

"Sing to me again" x Alucard

Fight.

Attack.

Defend.

Alucard couldn’t think of anything except you and the baby while he was on the front line. The village had been so peaceful, for long he nearly forgot there were still monsters crawling around in the world. The stragglers that had grown stronger, the ones who persevered throughout the days, weeks, months. The stragglers that had already killed some of the makeshift infantrymen, the ones who have had nothing but time on their hands and are so hungry they see red. The stragglers that had Alucard running out to defend the village while you stay hidden away deep in the castle, barricaded and locked behind the safety of your shared home. They were evolved, instantly locking onto the dhampir who was the strongest amongst the men, bloodied grins widening: teeth sharp as blades that could tear through muscle and sinew with ease.  Alucard steadied himself, gripping a little tighter onto his shield and sword, kissing its hilt and imagining your sweet face, the sweet face of his newborn daughter, and lunged.

-

You were frantic, trying so hard to stay calm if only for your energy not to be poured into the babe huffing and crying in your arms. You’d been trying to put her to bed, but how could she? How could she sleep when she felt your panic, your anxiety pulsing into the very air she breathed in? How could she sleep when your soothing rocking was more jarring than anything, your voice shaky as you shushed her? How could you ever expect her to calm her sorrows when, if you tried hard enough, you heard the incessant howls and screeches from the deadly monsters outside castle walls.  You prayed, you prayed to all the deities and gods that could ever possibly exist to bring your Adrian back home. You’d never worry like this, he’s so strong, fending off the monsters with ease. But you’d never seen him so nervous like this either: having the heavy knocks of men on the castle doors begging for saving. The sheer strength of the creatures overwhelming them. 

What felt like days passed, it could have been a few minutes, it could have been a few hours. You’re not sure, you and your daughter going in and out of sleep, waking at every creak and bang that was heard. You shushed and cooed, steadying yourself the best you could to maybe sing a lullaby to your darling girl. “Shh, shh, I know sweet pea--I miss him too. But he’ll be safe, he’ll come back..” You whispered, kissing her forehead as a tiny hand balled into a fist rubbed at scrunched up eyes. 

Her eyes and words are so icy oh, but she burns like rum on the fire. Hot and fast and angry as she can be, I walk my days on a wire. 

It looks ugly, but it’s clean, oh momma don’t fuss over me.

Way she tells me I’m hers, and she’s mine. Open hand or closed fist, would be fine. The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.

The cries lulled to a few whines and whimpers, holding her to your chest as you continued your hushed tones.

Calls of guilty thrown at me, all while she stains the sheets of some other. Thrown at me so powerfully just like, she throws the arm of her brother.

But I want it, it’s a crime, that she’s not around most of the time.

Way she tells me I’m hers, and she’s mine. Open hand or closed fist, would be fine. The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.

Singing has calmed you enough to keep a gentle bounce, baby slowly falling asleep in your arms. You internally sighed, thankful that at least the immediate worry of your child has been quelled. 

Now all you can do is wait for your beloved.

-

Alucard ended the life of the final monster, hearing the victorious cries and hollers of the villagemen around him. He was grateful the battle had ended, retreating quickly to your shared home, finally able to hold you in his arms. Slowly, he opened the doors, knowing any sudden movements could stir his (hopefully) sleeping baby girl. He didn’t want to increase your stress, already guilty that he had to leave you in disarray. He made his way to the room he’d left you in, sure you’d still be in there: the nursery. The very nursery that you two built with your own hands, right next to his old bedroom.

Just like Vlad and Lisa.

 As Alucard got closer, he heard small hiccups and babbles from his daughter, along with the soft singing coming from you. He recognized the song, a song you’d often sing to yourself when you thought he wasn’t listening. The same song you’d sing into his hair when he was half asleep. He pressed the door open, his heart stopping at the very sight of you whispering the song into your daughter’s fluffy mess of a head, eyes closed. You hadn’t noticed him, and he was grateful. He wanted to just take in the moment, all panic and anxiety of constantly thinking that something might have happened, that something might have gotten through the castle, all quelled the moment he saw you both. 

He let you finish, giving you a moment before softly knocking on the door, your eyes darting to him immediately, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. “Adrian..” You whispered, voice heavy. He crossed the threshold, kneeling at your feet and holding you both without disturbing the sweet babe. “Oh thank god you’re safe.” You did your best not to cry, you really did, not realizing just how scared you were for his safety. But he was alive and well and back in your arms. “I’m here now, love, I’ll keep you both safe always.” He whispered into your hair, looking down at his baby with adoration. 

“I heard you singing, love.” You hummed, calm enough now to put your girl down in her crib. The moment you sat back down though, Alucard’s head rested on your lap, hugging at your legs. You pet his hair, combing your fingers through the blond tresses. You hummed the melody of the song to him as his eyes fluttered close, breathing even. By the end you’d thought he’d already falling asleep, instead he spoke a whisper: “My darling, will you sing to me again?” Your heart clenched, and with a smile you responded:

“As long as you keep coming home to us, I’ll sing to you every day.”

[lixies-favorite-cookie]

the song of the soul ◦ h.j

— it hurt when han didn't want to tell your fans about your relationship but maybe it was worth the wait the way your soul sings when his lips touch yours for the first time on stage

@anon im not even going to lie to you I just realized I wrote this wrong 💀 my dumbass thought the reader was supposed to be the basest and han the electric guitar butttt technically they are both the singers and I hope you still liked it even if I botched it up 😭

Paring◦ Han Jisung x Fem!Reader

Words◦ 1,085

Genre ◦ Fluff with a little bit of angst if you squint

Warnings ◦ kisses on stage, insecurities, talk about sex, language, questionable writing honestly, uhhh this is really short and sweet but I promise its worth it :)

A/N ◦ i literally wrote this in like an hour and realized as I was about to post it I ended up botching up the ask 💀 might do more rockstar han cause like??? he's hot??

Did you like this? If so please check out doomsday an angsty han fanfic I spent hours on and it basically flopped :)

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~cookiecreates 🍪

“So your okay with screwing me before the show, but telling the people we're together, that's where you draw the line?” You spit, narrowing your eyes at a bustling han sweating with stress. He throws the strap of his guitar over his head, aggressively fighting to fit it over his shoulder. He's jumpy, bouncing on the heels of his feet, anxiously running his fingers through his hair. He was always rushing before a performance, dragging his feet until the final moment when you have to go on stage. It drove you crazy, but when he offered to ease your annoyance with a few orgasms, you were happy to accept the very generous trade. 

“Look y/n, we don't really have time for this; the show is in 5 minutes.” He mumbles, fiddling with the knobs of his guitar while testing a few of the strings. You really wanted to punch him in his stupidly, beautiful face. 

Why was he so hot and yet so agitating-

One of the world's greatest mysteries

"You seemed to have plenty of time when your dick was in me." His movements stutter; the tips of his ears flushing red. He sighs, running an annoyed hand over his face.

“Put your bass on; we have a long night ahead of us." You fold your arms in front of your chest, rolling your eyes. He's right, and you know he is. That knowledge doesn't make the sharp pain that tingles throughout your chest any less painful. 

You sigh, realizing arguing with him is futile if he wanted to he would

You have to admit that the hot rush of adrenaline, pumping through your veins, really had a way of rubbing some cool ointment over the burning pain that Han's indirect rejection left you with.

The crowd cries with praise as your fingertips fly over the cords, brushing across the gritty surface. The song reminds you of the comforting patter of the rain right before the roaring of thunder—lightning shoots from the strings as you throw your head back in bliss. The soft tissue of your tongue peaks out of your lips when you groan, whispering gentle lyrics into the mic, a delectable combo that vines with the crackling sear of hans voice, rupturing into a cutting climax.

Playing music was like taking sips of your soul, and right now you were overflowing—a bottle teetering just over the edge of bursting.

The people pulsated with screams and shouts, their plaudit worming its way into your ego, your bones vibrating with confidence before you knew it-

Han's guitar exploded, threading its way into your last string fluidly. The two of you were like water and wine—the cool refreshment of a thick melody.

You had to admit that, as much as you wanted to punch Han right now, he was a natural; interlacing your dark, crisp baritone with a sharp electric tang—a long, low symphony before the biting aftertaste of a bitter hiss.

Fuck, you too were perfect together-

In more ways than one

The crowd screeches as you finish the final note; the song surging into a seductive swell, you two had a way of luring your audience in—pulling them under a wave of wonder—you were the sirens of the sea made from pleasure and passion.

Han gasps into his mic, scrunching his brows when the camera zooms into his face, sweat trickling down his forehead.

He flicks his eyes to you, sending secret messages in the way he tilts his lips, ideas brewing in the back of his brain.

What is he thinking?

You almost fumble your bass when he looks at you like that, like he had a plan and he was either going to break a bone or go viral-

You were down ethier way.

He stalks over to you with a cocky slide in his step and a coy tilt of his lip; everything about him oozes confidence. You swoon; his voice is like whisky sultry and smooth. His eyes like spice tingling on your tongue—his lips like molten cream.

It took everything in you not to melt into a pitiful puddle on the floor-

He takes another step closer, fingers still expertly plucking at a guitar that continues to blaze into a fiery crescendo. You nervously flick your eyes around his face, hoping there's a hint somewhere on his features that reveal what the hell he's trying to do.

"Once you told me, baby, telling the world is where I draw the line but look world," he shouts the last bit with a hiss, a soft knowing smile appearing on his lips, "this is my girl."

He never leaves your eyes as he mumbles into the mic, pushing it away; he almost seems drunk, the way his eyelashes flutter shut. The world dissolves when he drops his guitar from his hand. The howl of a million mouths drowns out in the swell of your own personal symphony. You melt into his arms even when he lifts you back on your feet, unlatching from your lips.

“How about that for keeping a secret?” Even with his hair messy and his lips swollen, he can't help the shit-eating grin he has plastered on his face, as if he didn't just turn your bones into jelly; he turns to the crowd, throwing his hands up.

“Everybody make some fucking noise!” He growls, pulling his guitar back from where he left it, limply hanging on his hip, your jaw drops as he starts a new song like nothing happened. The crowd cheers, chanting to the beat of his final blow.

You have studied songs your whole life, honing your talent to tune vivid beats into sweltering lyrics that set your skin ablaze. You were the ember that started the flame, turning melodies into colors that burst in the back of your brain.

Music was the language of the silent

The words that no one dared to speak

Music was an art

Music was a hoddy

But most of all, music was passion, and right now the only music that you could hear was the songs your soul sang for him.

©CookieCreates (posted: July, 12th 2024) All rights reserved. Do not translate, copy, or claim my works as yours! I only post on this platform so if any of my works are elsewhere, report and notify me immediately.

[wishitweresummer]

Filled to the Brim (GeorgeNotFound x Sapnap)

Word count: 863

Little ficlet because Sapnap was being just too cute on his 24 hour stream. <3

George always had such a hard time figuring out what his feelings were, and more importantly, how to show them. Sometimes they just built up inside him until he felt like it was pouring out of every crevice of his body, making it obvious how he felt. Like with one look you could see everything written all over him. It could be overwhelming.

Today, Sapnap was finding every little way to make those feelings bubble out. Well, he didn’t know he was doing that to George. He was streaming, actually.

Sapnap was attempting a 24 hour stream. George narrowed his eyes at the monitor and wished failure on him. He was laying in bed on stream and just looked so cute and cozy. The affection George felt in his chest was burning him from the inside out.

“Alright guys, I think I’m going to give up. Seventeen hours was a lot, though!”. Oh, George could have done a cartwheel.

He leaned closer to the stream and watched as Sapnap began the process to end. The second he was finished, he found himself tearing down the hallway towards his best friend.

“George.”, Sapnap smiled and settled back into the blankets as George entered.

“Hi.”, he grinned, feeling dumb. “Cuddle?”.

“Gogy cuddles? Of course!”, Sapnap was definitely surprised, but would never say no to George.

George dove in and wormed his body in as close as he could, making Sapnap giggle. That affection in his chest only got worse. He nuzzled his face into Sapnap’s neck and breathed him in, a little frustrated that his feelings weren’t subsiding.

“George!”, Sapnap squeaked out through a flurry of giggles. “Did you just sniff me?”.

“Shut up…”, he murmured into the warm skin and nuzzled his nose in more to make Sapnap squirmier.

“That’s tickly.”.

“Stop moving or I’ll bite you.”.

“George!”, he laughed.

The stupid fuzzy feelings were building instead of disappearing. This is where most people would probably just open their mouths and say something like ‘You're my best friend.’ or ‘I love you, dude.’. But like always, George couldn’t figure out just how to spit it out. This was the usual, but there was something about today making it worse.

Sapnap squirmed and giggled, pretending like he was trying to pry George off of him but actually not getting anywhere. George loved how Sapnap was so willing to be shown affection and give it back. He wished he was the same.

But, he wasn’t. And Sapnap’s dumb little giggles were making it worse with every passing second.

It was time for drastic measures. George snuggled in closer, delighting silently in Sapnap’s warmth. Then, he slipped his hands under the boy’s sweatshirt and tickled fast at the stomach and sides underneath. Sapnap squealed and twisted in George’s arms.

“Hey!”, he cried, then couldn’t help but fall into that raspy laughter as he tried to get George’s sneaky hands out of his sweatshirt. “Don’t tickle me!”.

George couldn’t help the stupid smile plastered across his face at the sound of Sapnap’s laughter. He shoved his face back into his neck and bathed in the sounds of his best friend being happy.

“Stop!”, he whined through his laughter. George only slid his hands up and wedged them into Sapnap’s sweaty armpits. The boy practically screeched, jolting in George’s arms. “George, please!! What the…fuck!! Get out!!”, he burst into a more frantic laughter. George could cry, he was so happy. His best friend was warm and happy and adorable and his. Even though Sapnap was desperately trying to get away, it was too late. George already had him in his trap. The way he was jolting around and squealing with every new wiggle of George’s fingers. The way his laughter bounced around, panicked at the tickles. Maybe he could feel George’s love like this.

George curled in even closer, letting his hands slide down to poke and play with Sapnap’s ribs. The child-like laugh that startled out of him made George coo.

“Shut up!”, Sapnap squeaked out, flustered.

He pressed his face impossibly closer to his neck, trying desperately to soak up every bit of happiness that was radiating off his best friend.

“What’s going on?”, Dream’s voice startled both of them.

George’s cheeks burned, feeling a little caught as he slipped his hands out of Sapnap’s sweatshirt. “Aww!! A little post-stream cuddle party?”.

“He’s tickling me…”, Sapnap said dazedly as he went a little limp in George’s hold. Man, he was being too cute. George grinned sheepishly. “He’s mean.”. The words were filled with giggles. It made George feel giddy.

George felt underneath the blankets for Sapnap’s hips and beamed at the loud squeal that resulted. He looked over at Dream like ‘See?’. Because look at how cute their friend is! He needed to be tickled!

Sapnap grabbed his hand and tried to roll on top suddenly, making George laugh and push back.

“I need some help here!”, he called out for Dream and grinned as he felt the weight drop onto the bed behind him.

“Guys!”, Sapnap’s voice pitched up all squeaky and cute, full of panic. Little did he know, he was just digging his grave further.

[littlemisspropaganda]

Sukuna Ryomen's Novelette: To Take her out; Uno style

These can be read out of order C:

Prt: 4 Previous: Prt 1 Prt 2 Prt 3 Next: Prt 5

Prècis: Brief mentioning of Yuji and Uruame, fluff, Sukuna bluffing

Somehow this happened. And once again, the King of Curses didn’t even know how or why he was allowing it.

You and him were playing uno. And you both made a bet.

If he wins, he gets to kill you. But unfortunately for the king, you were just unbeatable at the game.

“I WIN!!” You shout, extending your arms high in the air. Sukuna’s face grumbles up in an irritated fashion. “You humans and your moronic—half witted, confusing games" Sukuna mocked as he leaned his chin in his own palm.

“What was that?” You screeched a little too happy with your hand cupping your ear. Sukuna rolled his eyes for what felt like the millionth time.

“I can’t wait to take you out.”

Your face widen, Sukuna saw the way your eyes extended and how your face drained of that smile you had before.

Did he…..go too far?….

Then without a second— as if you could read his mind. You grinned ear to ear. The sparkle once more in your eyes as if it never left.

“You can’t wait to take me out….ON A DATE? Since I won, you practically have to” you giggle as you hum your victory in his face.

A date huh?

Sukuna leaned back on the ginormous skull as he watched you dance in victory.

He, unfortunately couldn’t fight the smirk that carved itself on his face.

Winning that game would’ve been easy. Too easy. But making you smile is even easier.

Sukuna snorts and tells himself he only did it because it’d be fun making you think you won, so the next time (why would there even be a next time?) he’d crush that little smile you had thinking you won.

But the next time you both played. You won that round too.

BONUS (Cos I'm cool like that)

"Uraume" the king spoke as he sat powerfully on his throne.

"Yes master.." Uraume came to his aid, as always with their knee bent, head to the ground.

Uraume was ready for any request of the master. To kill someone? Done. Spy? Done. Prepare a bath? Done. Sacrifice themself? Done. Prepare a meal? Don--

"What would be a--.....methodical... expectation for an event these humans call a date?"

Uraume head popped up, mouth wide open. Eyes meeting the master, Uraume had to confirm. He had to just been pulling a leg as a joke.

But his face was stone straight. The type to send shivers up your spine. He was serious.

Nonetheless, Uraume's face sparkled with joy. "Master I never thought the day would come. Who is it? I bet I know" Uraume said, voice slick with tease as your name fell. "I don't know master you may not be ready." Uraume teased once more, not able to help themselves.

Sukuna's eyebrow perked in irritation. Uruame just had to do this..."Don't tell me master--" Uraume faked gasped, with fake concern. "Don't tell me you need step. BY STEP. instructions on how to prep her for a kiss." Uruame kept teasing, not noticing the obvious bulging vein on Sukuna's left side temple.

Suddenly, a new voice chimed in. "A date..." and it just had to be idiot brat Itadori. "Sukuna has a date?" Sukuna could literally hear the shock and amusement in the brats voice.

Sukuna's finger bounced with irritation. Unlike you-- these two where definitely dead.

Stole this gif from a post I reblogged 😜.

But like I updated my blog page and im SOO proud of it. Like I did soemthing productive todayyy

I literally have sukuna smut sitting casually in my notes 😭

Also my stomach hurts so bad. Idk why.

[valaenatargaryensdragon]

You are my Home

pairing: Fanon!Aegon Targaryen x Female OC

summary: Aegon and Saera finally reach Dranstone but will everything be as it used to?

Word count: 3,8K

Warnings: Angst, incest, Fluff, Childbirth, Mourning

Saera was finally able to breathe freely as The Cannibal landed on the bridge of Dragonstone. She slid down feeling slightly numb from the ride here along with the cold weather. Sunfyre had landed with only a few feet between him and The Cannibal who did not stay around for long and flew away happy to be back in his home again. Saera's smile did not reach her eyes though and Aegon saw that even atop Sunfyre.

He wrapped an arm around Aenar although he was already strapped to his body, and got down the saddle. Sunfyre immediately followed after The Cannibal curious about the island they were on now having never been here so freely. Saera watched the two dragons fly around screeching to one another.

"Darling" Aegon greeted with a chaste kiss to her red cheeks. She turned to face him with her cute red nose, it was cold no shock there really.

"Muña, where are we?" Aenar questioned holding tightly to his father's tunic. Aegon's eyes trailed to the palace behind them, he did not feel very safe here despite everything, his brother was killed here after all, Daemon captured Aemond in Harrenhal and brought him to receive his punishment for killing Luce and having a hand in usurping Rhaenyra's throne.

"Our new home" Saera answered. She looked at the palace she lived in for some years before her marriage to Aegon and felt some familiarity but this was still not home to her.

"We should go inside before īlva byka zaldrīzes gets sick" Our little dragon. Saera turned to look at her son to see him burying his nose in his father's neck shivering slightly. Saera linked her arm with Aegon's and led the way into the palace. To her surprise the place was flooding with servants preparing for their arrival. Her mother was not heartless she knew that but she still hasn't forgiven her and Aegon fully but in the end she has not heard the full story just yet.

"Pretty" Aenar interrupted their walk through the corridors. Saera looked at what her son was pointing at to find a window, she raised an eyebrow confused at the plain sight that greeted her.

"Oh gods" Aegon gulped as a familiar dragon emerged through the skies roaring loudly. Saera felt her knees weaken beneath her as Vermithor gave a small show.

"I did not know he was still here" Saera admitted. She has never seen him before but everyone knew who he was besides he was an old dragon after all and she thought he retired somewhere calmer than Westeros especially with the war that has happened a while back between sister and brother, mother and daughter.

"I am shocked he left his cave" Aenar wiggled out of his father's hold and the strap and walked over to the window forgetting the fact that he was short and could not reach the ledge.

"Do you reckon...?" Saera trailed off eyes never leaving her son's jumping frame. Aegon shuddered a little at the thought, Aenar was still too young especially for a dragon like Vermithor.

"I suppose..." Aegon walked over to Aenar and held him up so he could stand on the edge of the window but held him around the middle tightly, he was his only child and he would rather die than see him hurt, even a small scratch broke his heart.

"My boy will ride a dragon in due time" Saera wrapped an arm around Aegon's waist and the other trailed to Aenar's head to push back some of his hair.

"He is so pretty! Can I go see him?" Aenar asked bouncing a little. Aegon pulled him away from the ledge sensing danger with his movement. Aenar huffed annoyed a little.

"Not now, maybe another time" Saera trailed off. Her eyes looked down the corridor, she could hear an echo, maybe it was real and maybe it was her imagination.

"Wait here a second" She did not look at Aegon and Aenar as she walked off looking like she was in a daze of sorts. Aegon was confused as he watched his wife walk off. He turned to the maid that usually cared for Aenar and placed him in her arms before following after Saera quietly.

She did not notice him following and resumed walking deeper and deeper into the palace holding her breath as the sounds grew louder. Her hand hovered over the handle of the door for a second before pushing it open praying that this was real and that the entire war was merely a dream, no a nightmare. There was no one in the room, no Jace pointing to lands on the glowing table and no Luce trying to distract her from their brother's lessons.

Jace had taken it upon himself to teach them what he learned from his maester since they were younger and had some time before having to study the map of Westeros and eventually the rest of the world. He would stand to the side and watch as Saera would try and identify the area he had pointed at. He would laugh when she would mess up the names of the lands, he found it hilarious when she called Lannisport, Lannisfart when she was merely five of age one time when they were visiting before they moved here for an extended amount of time after Luce took Aemond's eye.

Her fingers felt numb as she traced the design on the table. Her tears rolled down her cheeks as Jace's laugh echoed in her head again and again and again. She felt like her mother was punishing her by sending her here to Dragonstone, that was not true of course, Rhaenyra loved Saera and would never intentionally hurt her, she forgave the usurper of her throne for her daughter after all.

Saera felt her knees give out under her with a small cry. She leaned her forehead on the table wanting nothing but for this fake reality to be real. She wanted Jace and Luce to meet her baby boy, Aenar. Luce was gone before Aenar was even born and Jace was furious and instead of a congratulations he sent her an angry letter saying he no longer had a sister, saying he hated her for giving birth to the child of the usurper and the nephew of the man that killed their brother. She knew he did not mean it, he was mourning Luce. She knows that if he were to be alive now he would welcome her with open arms, he would still be wary of Aegon but he would welcome her and Aenar because blood was thicker than water. She missed his warm embrace, the comfort he gave her when she needed it most.

"My darling" Aegon kneeled down beside her and pulled her into his arms. His embrace was nothing like Jace's but it was more than welcomed. She loved Aegon's hugs but they did not have the brotherly love she longed to feel, his embrace was filled with a different kind of love.

"Shhh, do not cry" He rocked her back and forth. He has always been there for her during her darkest of times. He was there when she received the letter from Jace and cried for hours and held her. He was there when she panicked over Aenar who refused to stop crying or when she fought with his mother for weeks over having a wet nurse but Saera refused saying he is her son and her responsibility.

"I miss them so much" She sobbed clutching his tunic like Aenar did earlier. Aegon pressed a loving kiss to her forehead. His muscles complained from the weight and movement but he did not utter a word, no her pain was greater than anything he felt in his body.

Aegon's own turmoil was playing in his head. He could not help but imagine the screams of Aemond, he did not know if Daemon had tortured him first or just killed him immediately seeking justice. He did not know if it was a smooth death or if he had suffered and he did not plan on asking, he feared the answer. He did not want to torture himself and Saera with the answer. Saera grew to love Aemond as she did Jace and Luce that is until he had taken the life of Luce in Storm's End.

"I miss him too" Aegon whispered closing his eyes. He wanted to block the screams from his head but it felt impossible. Saera looked up at him catching sight of the tear rolling down his eye. She raised her hand and wiped it away, she hated seeing him cry, it reminded her of his coronation, how miserable he was but he still went through it fearing his grandfather's threat from becoming true, fearing that the discreet press of a knife in his wife's back would plunge itself into her if he refused, he feared the knife would move to his son's small neck after it had killed his mother.

"They're with the dragons now" Saera wanted to comfort him but it was hard when she was just as broken. Aegon opened his eyes to look down at her, she looked like a mess, her hair was sticking in all direction from the flight here and she had dark circles under her eyes making the tear streaks more visible and her cheeks were puffy from the crying but she looked nothing less than a goddess.

"Will we ever move forward?" He questioned tilting his head to the side. Saera looked down for a second before making up her mind and took his hands into her own.

"We have to, for Aenar" She was determined to never see her son on the end of a knife ever again, she wanted to protect him, she did not want him to have the same childhood as her and Aegon ever.

"For Aenar" Aegon nodded in agreement. For their son they will move on from their trauma, for their son they will get better, for their son they will build their lives again and smile more, all for Aenar.

"This used to be my room" Saera smiled as she stepped into the room. Aenar held on to her neck looking around in wander, he has never seen a room like this before. She had sent word first saying that she wanted her son's nursery to be in her old room and it was done to perfection before they came to Dragonstone.

"This room is very big" Aenar gasped in shock. His wide eyes moved around the room taking the bed in the right corner against the wall with pillows on the other side in case he ever fell off of it. Beside the bed there was a small library filled with books too small to be filled with adult stories. There were a lot of toys in the room and the second he saw a dragon figure big enough for him to ride he wiggled out of Saera arms and ran to it now ignoring the rest of the room but Aegon still looked around the room wanting to see where his wife grew up.

"What is that?" He questioned eyes pausing on something. Saera followed his gaze to the area just beside the window. She smiled when she looked at the cradle sitting there.

"Why is it there? Have they forgotten to take it out?" Aegon questioned. Saera wanted to laugh at his question, it seems it did not accure to him that she lived in the room when she was much older than a baby that fits in the cradle and she had no use of it back then.

"We will be needing it soon" She answered. Aegon's head snapped in her direction shocked. She placed a hand on her belly to make it easier for him to understand in case he was daft enough not to.

"Another?" Aegon whispered eyes filling up with tears. Saera nodded her head with a smile. He wasted no time to pull her into his arm and that is when it accrued to Saera that home was not a place but a person and Aegon was her home along with Aenar and their new baby. A new purpose to get better, a new person to live for.

"No" Aenar whined running over to his parents to seperate them from each other's embrace, a new trait of his, not wanting his parents near other, he was jealous.

"Oh my darling boy" Aegon picked Aenar up who had a small pout on his lips.

"You are going to make the best big brother" Saera giggled kissing her son's cheek. Aenar's eyes grew in surprise at his mother's words.

"Is that why Vermithor came? To bring me a sibling?" He questioned. Aegon regretted telling him that babies came from dragons now.

"No, Vermithor came for you dear zaldrīzes, your sibling will have a different dragon" Dragon. Aegon answered. Aenar giggled happy to hear that now he had his own dragon although he still has not bonded with Vermithor but the older dragon has been circling the palace none stop since they came.

"How about your father takes you to meet Vermithor?" Saera questioned. Aegon looked up at her shocked and a little afraid, he did not want to go near the ancient dragon. Aenar on the other hand shouted in glee and pulled himself out of his father's arms to start pulling him out of the door.

"Come on Kepa"

"You're doing so good my love" Rhaenyra assured dapping a soaked cloth to Saera's forehead. Saera huffed closing her eyes to take a small break before another contraction hit her again. Rhaenyra insisted on being there and basically moved to Dragonstone the last couple of weeks to be by Saera's side in case she went into labour.

"Aegon! I want Aegon" Saera demanded eyes glaring daggers at the maester between her legs. He shuddered and went back to check on her from below.

"He is on the way Dōna riña" Rhaenyra assured. She had sent Daemon to retrieve Aegon who was visiting the caves with Aenar to see Vermithor. Aenar who had turned four during those nine moons kept insisting to visit Vermithor every other day after bonding with him.

"I am not pushing until he is here" Saera huffed closing her legs. The master pulled away just in time so her knees won't smash his head from both sides.

"Princess you must, we all believe you can do it" The midwife spoke sweetly from the side as she handed warm towels to the maesters.

"I know you cunt! I've done it before" Saera screamed feeling a new stabbing pain in her abdomen. The midwife chuckled not taking the heir's words to heart knowing the pains of childbirth. Rhaenyra gave her an apologetic look and received a nod back. The doors to Saera and Aegon's shared chamber burst open to show Aegon panting, sweating and shaking.

"Aegon!" Saera held her free hand to her husband. She opened her legs as he sat down beside. He did not even flinch at her strong grip and leaned down to kiss her sweaty forehead.

"Ñuha kostōba riña" My strong girl. Aegon leaned his forehead on her shoulder. She rested her head on his taking a deep breath to calm her nerves.

"Tis time, princess" The maester announced to her. She looked at her mother who smiled at her and nodded her head encouragingly. Rhaenyra watched her brother move to sit behind Saera so she could hold onto his thighs to squeeze while his hands kept her hair out of her face. She could hear Daemon pacing outside the doors with Aenar throwing question after question his way.

"Hold me" Saera begged eyes watering. Aegon did not hesitate to wrap his arms around her as she pushed, face scrunching up in pain and concentration. Aegon looked pained hearing her trying to conceal her screams so their son won't hear them and get scared.

"Perfect, keep going princess" The maester praised. Saera wanted to call him a cunt for being so enthusiastic while she was in so much pain but did not have time.

"Get out!" She screamed throwing her head back. She loved the little bean to death but she just wanted him or her out of her to end the pain physically and the her penitence was wearing thin, she wanted to meet her child.

"My brave girl, you are doing amazing" Aegon complimented in her ear. She smiled a little and pushed harder. Rhaenyra knew their love was great and she was glad, her Saera deserved the world. She was happy to hear of her pregnancy although she was still mourning her sons.

"That's it" The maester's voice was joyful. Saera relaxed back feeling the pressure release after a couple more pushes. The loud cry of a newborn filled the room.

"Oh my baby" Saera burst out crying seeing the baby being wrapped in a blanket by the midwife.

"A healthy girl, your grace" The midwife announced placing the bundle in Saera's awaiting arms. The baby's cries quietened as Saera rocked her a little. Aegon leaned his chin on Saera's shoulder to get a better glimpse of his baby girl. Tears build up in his eyes faster than ever at the sight of his daughter's eyes that were still closed but were slowly peeling open to show the identical violet as his own. This was his daughter and he could not believe it.

"May I?" Aegon asked. He moved to stand beside the bed letting Saera lean back against the cushions. She smiled up at him with a nod. She placed a kiss to her baby's forehead before placing the baby in her father's arms. Aegon did not even care that he was crying in front of so many people in the room as he held his princess for the first time ever. Her white-blonde hair was already showing on the top of her head identical to the shade of her brother's hair, their hair was somewhere in between their parents' slightly different hair. Aegon's hair was a shade or two darker than Saera's hair and their children's were a mix of both.

"What should we name her?" Saera asked breaking the silence that was only filled with the movement of the maids, midwives and the maester cleaning up the mess.

Rhaenyra hesitated to sit down on the bed now that the labour was over, she feared Saera would move away from her embrace again. She placed a hand on Saera's shoulder sighing in relief when she was not shrugged off. Saera turned to look at her mother with a huge smile on her face. The birth gave her a sense of peace and she wanted to keep it this way. She leaned into her mother missing her embrace and Rhaenyra did not hesitate to hug her as well. They both turned to look at the baby huffing a little in her father's arms sounding tired as if she did all the work.

"You birthed her, you bled for her, you name her" Aegon answered. The exact same answer he gave her when Aenar was born. Her eyes filled with tears at the memory.

"Visaera in honor of grandsire" Saera spoke. She was very close to her grandsire especially after she moved back to the Red Keep when she married Aegon at only ten and five, she was by his side during his sickness. Sometimes he mistook her for her mother but she did not mind. She would read books of Old Valyria to him when he was confined to his bed and he listened intently. When her belly swelled with Aenar he seemed to have been even more happy than her and Aegon but he passed before he could meet his grandchild/great-grandchild.

"A beautiful name for a beautiful girl" Rhaenyra's eyes welled up with tears but she wiped them away. The doors opened giving Saera a good view of her stepfather/great-uncle standing outside with Aenar in his arms awaiting news. Aenar gasped in wander, seeing his father with a bundle and his mother in bed made him curious.

Daemon walked into the room slowly trying not to make much noise. He stopped beside Aegon so Aenar could see his newborn sibling. He felt relieved seeing the mother and daughter holding onto each other like old times.

"Congratulations, nephew se tala" Aegon nodded back. His focus was on Aenar leaning over in Daemon's arms to take a look at his sister.

"You did good, tala" Daughter. He has not called her that in a long time. She grinned missing having a father figure in her life.

"Thank you, Kepa, Visaera was not an easy birth like Aenar" Father. She has not called anyone that since Laenor passed away, even when Daemon married her mother she refused to call him that not wanting to offend Laenor's memory.

"A girl?" He questioned also turning to look at the baby. She whined burying her face in Aegon's chest making even more tears well up in his eyes, his little girl was already seeking comfort in him. It was unintentional of course, she did not know who was holding her but it still brought out a new emotion seeing her seek his protection.

"Sister" Aenar grinned reaching over to touch her cheek. Aegon was ready to correct his son but seeing him being so gentle with the baby he saw no need, Aenar was a good boy he would never hurt anyone intentionally.

"Would you like to hold her?" Aegon asked seeing Daemon eyeing the baby. He was scared but he still took the first step. He did not want to interact with the man that killed his brother but for Saera he would do anything.

"Can I?" Daemon asked looking between Saera and Aegon wanting to be respectful although he was itching to hold her.

"Of course" Saera nodded her head. Daemon placed Aenar in his mother's embrace before turning to look at Aegon. Aegon slowly and carefully placed his little girl in Daemon's awaiting arms. She let out a small yawn and began drifting off lazily.

"She trusts her grandsire" Saera giggled hugging Aenar close. Rhaenyra reached over to carefully hold her grandson's hand. He giggled and started playing with her rings. Daemon laughed a little rocking Visaera from side to side guiding her towards dreamland where she could ride dragons until she had her own dragon and was big enough to ride him or her. Saera watched as Aegon looked at their daughter, he could not tear his eyes away from their princess just as he could not tear his eyes away from Aenar when he was first born and knew she had found her home in him.

"Aegon" Saera called earning is attention. She opened her arms inviting him into them. He sat on the bed beside her guiding Aenar into his lap as she wrapped her arms around his shoulder to hold him close.

"You are my home" She whispered in his ear. He turned his head in her direction to place a kiss on her lip.

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MADE TO LIE - the epilogue

“UNCLE STEVE!” 3-year-old Rebecca practically screeched as her favourite uncle lifted her up into a tight, spinning hug. 

The little girl beamed as she was then smothered in kisses by her two aunts Natasha and Wanda. Sam hugged her too, patting her affectionately on her wavy mass of brunette hair that she got from her dad. 

“Come in, come in,” Bucky gestured for them to move to the living room where the large, decorated tree was glistening with festive light. 

“Don’t forget about the little one” Y/n joked from the couch at the crew of her friends, her family, that had just arrived for the morning’s celebrations. 

The four came over immediately all cooing at the newborn who was wrapped in a light pink blanket. Wanda poked at the sweet thing’s cheek, giggling as it jiggled, bouncing from the slight pressure. 

“Hi Stevie,” Steve said softly, his eyes glistening as he took the small baby from Y/n, rocking her in his arms. Y/n sighed with relief, her heart full as she took in the warm scene taking place before her. Bucky planted a distracted kiss on her cheek before hugging Sam, Natasha, and Wanda in greeting, wishing them all happy holidays as he did. 

Over the last six years of being together, Y/n had discovered that Bucky was rarely as happy as he was during the annual holiday. Some people hated it, overly concerned with finding the perfect presents or completely stressed about one thing or another. She figured it was such a memorable day for him because he had spent so many of them as a child with Steve and his family. Though Y/n didn’t have as many sweet memories of the day from her childhood with her father and his group of criminals, the day was forever changed for her as, exactly four years ago, Bucky had proposed to her at Tony’s holiday party. Their friends had cheered for them and their future as they kissed under the mistletoe, never wanting to break apart. 

This Christmas, like each one they’d had together thus far, was bound to be a special one. It was little Stevie Jr’s first Christmas and Rebecca's third but it was also the first time Bucky and Y/n were hosting the special day at their house with their small group of chosen family. The old Brooklyn apartment resisted the December cold, the lit fireplace thankfully keeping them all toasty and warm as they settled in for the merry day. The smell of fresh gingerbread instantly brought Y/n back from the reel of memories that were playing in her head. 

“Treats anyone?” Beatka cheered as she bustled into the living room, bearing cookies. 

Sam and Wanda practically dived for the warm baked goods making the rest laugh at their antics. Y/n grabbed one as well, splitting it in half and helping Rebecca into her high chair to eat it. 

“Thank you Mama” the toddler expressed her gratitude. 

Y/n caressed her hair, helplessly affectionate when it came to the little girl only to feel Bucky’s hand on her back, rubbing gentle circles, releasing all her tension. She gazed up at him, helplessly affectionate when it came to him too. The kiss she placed on his lips was chaste and yet Rebecca's small "ew” was loud, making them break apart just to laugh, blush tinting their cheeks. 

~ Later that night ~

Y/n snuggled closer to the mound of warmth beneath her as she woke from a short but deep sleep, her holiday dress slightly crumpled. A smooth, jazzy melody flitted through her consciousness as she yawned. Propping herself up onto her elbow she looked over to see a record spinning on the old player next to Bucky’s impressive vinyl collection. 

The stars are aglow. And tonight how their light sets me dreaming. My love, do you know? That your eyes are like stars brightly beaming?

“I think I maybe had too much of that spiked egg nog doll” Bucky’s low rumbling voice reverberated in her ears, breaking her away from her sleepy trance. 

She laughed through the brain fog that came from sleep, tilting her head upward to capture his lips in a small kiss, one that quickly deepened into something more. 

“Can I ask you something?” Y/n questioned when they finally broke apart. 

“You know you can” was Bucky’s easy reply. 

“Will you dance with me?”

A low, rumbling laugh sounded in his chest as he pulled her up to stand before him, taking her hands and placing them behind his neck. It was moments like this where Y/n felt most connected to Bucky, both his present and his past. They stood swaying to the music, allowing the lyrics and the sweet melody to caress them as their hands did the same, playing over each other’s skin.

I bring you and sing you a moonlight serenade. Let us stray, till break of day in love’s valley of dreams.

“You’re good at this” she flushed beneath his warm gaze. “Do you ever miss it?” 

“Miss what?” 

“The 40s” 

“I miss who I was but even then, not fully because I like who I’ve become…” he paused, taking a breath as if pondering the right thing to say, “And I miss the dancing”

His lighter tone encouraged Y/n to smile and ask, “Show me?”

He swayed her forward and back, side to side, even dipping her at one point, balancing her weight easily. His callused palms ran across her arms, making her shiver as his hips and feet did the majority of the work for both of them. But what she noticed the most was his expression. It was the softest she’d ever seen him look, exposed by the gentle moonlight streaming through the tall window and the glow of the Christmas tree behind them. 

“I love that song” Y/n whispered as the melody reached its natural conclusion. 

And I sing you a song in the moonlight, a love song, my darling. A moonlight serenade…

She smiled to herself before humming it from the beginning, allowing them to continue to dance, Bucky swinging her gently along. He matched her voice, his baritone one melding together with her higher tone. It truly was a serenade, a moment of vulnerability for them both as they danced beneath the celestial light that shone brightly down on all of Brooklyn. 

“I love you” she whispered into his chest like a secret. 

He tilted her chin up to look at him, his gaze fond and real, “I love you too doll” 

Bucky Barnes was not a man who opened up easily, so Y/n’s responding kiss was her way of saying she was honoured. She was honoured that in the end, he’d trusted her, that he’d cared for her, that he had chosen love—their love— above self-destruction. This was not to say that Y/n hadn’t made the same hard choice. She too had to overcome her most negative thoughts, her learned behaviours, and her traumas to be with him. Some days they struggled but mostly they lived in love, appreciating the life that they’d built. She beamed at the thought that in their shared pain they both had found something worth fighting for. 

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[sparkles-rule-4eva]

HAPPY WHOLESOME SONIC AND TAILS WEDNESDAY BABEYYYYY!!!!!!!!

It's been like a million years since I've actually been able to post a fic for Wednesday, but I've got one!! I've finally got one!!

HERE YA GO, GUYS!!!

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"Girl Talk"

(this takes place in the Sonic Boom universe, after the episode "Cowbot")

It had only been yesterday when Sonic and Tails had found themselves spending a day and a half over at their lair of their supposed arch-nemesis, Dr. Eggman, to help him repair his defenses. Sonic still wasn't sure why they'd bothered helping the guy, considering he was always trying to destroy him and his pals.

Well, he supposed that was a hero's duty. Help everyone. Even if they didn't deserve it at all.

Beyond the fact that they were helping their enemy, probably the thing that had caught Sonic the most off guard was Eggman's completely unexpected question at the campfire.

"What's up with you and Amy?"

He'd had absolutely no idea how to respond to that. In fact, he'd never responded. He'd just made some lame attempt to change the subject, though he no longer remembered what he'd said to do so.

What was even more nerve-wracking? Tails had looked just as interested to hear the answer.

Sonic stared at the ceiling of his shack as he reclined uneasily in his hammock. Pfffft, he had no reason to get so flustered over such a silly question. He was Sonic the Hedgehog! He feared nothing! He especially didn't fear something as simple as love, and attachment, and relationships . . . ? Right?!

"Why do you look like you just got back from Meh Burger?" a familiar voice called teasingly, and he jolted upwards, almost toppling off the hammock.

Tails was walking through his empty doorframe, a gleam in his bright blue eyes and his twin tails waving up and down behind him.

"It's nothing!" Sonic protested, standing up and stretching, overall trying to act as casual and relaxed as possible. "Just thinking."

"About whaaat?" The tone couldn't get any more teasing. "About who?"

"I don't know what you mean," he tried to bluff, but the little fox's eyes glinted at him knowingly.

Sonic sighed heavily.

His little brother knew him far too well.

"Fine, fine, fine." Sonic waved a hand, then glanced around nervously. "Can we just take this somewhere more . . . private?"

"We can go to my lab?" Without waiting for an answer, Tails turned and helicoptered away back towards his workshop. Sonic took off after him, reaching the place at least five seconds before his brother did.

"So . . . what is up with you and Amy?" Tails asked once the door was closed and the windows were locked, quite clearly repeating Eggman's words.

"Amy's just a really good friend!" Sonic tried to protest. "Yeah, yeah, she's got a thing for me, but that doesn't mean I reciprocate!"

Tails shot him a look. "So you know she likes you, and yet you don't discourage her, you hang out with her alone, you're always making jokes and puns around her and waiting for her reaction, and you even go to the movies together?"

"Those are all normal friend activities!" Sonic practically screeched, his voice high-pitched with desperation. "Sure, I like being with her. She's a great person. And she's a great friend. And a cool fighter. And she's strong. And independent. And . . . well . . ."

Sonic trailed off, realizing his argument no longer was making sense, all he'd done was go on a tangent about all the things he liked about Amy, and Tails' smirk was as smug as ever.

But when his brother finally replied, it wasn't as teasing as he'd expected. "She makes you happy, doesn't she? The way Zooey makes me happy?"

"You're not old enough to be giving me advice on girls," Sonic grumbled.

"I'm not the one running from my feelings," Tails pointed out.

Sonic made a frustrated noise.

"Okay fiiine, I guess I do kinda sorta like her. So what?"

"So . . . ?!" Tails bounced up and down a couple times. "You should go ask her out!"

"But I don't actually know what I'm doing when it comes to girls!" Sonic complained. "Yeah, Amy's not the only girl to have ever liked me, but I've never actually had a girlfriend. How are you even supposed to treat them? And doesn't being in a relationship mean getting tied down somewhere and not having freedom anymore? I'm not even sure I want a relationship, Tails."

"That's not what relationships are about," his brother argued. "They're about love, duh. Choosing to love and care for that one person. Finding happiness and contentment in each other's company. Putting their needs before yours, because they're special to you." Tails' blue eyes gleamed. "Isn't Amy special to you?"

"Well, I guess, yeah," Sonic mumbled, kicking at an imaginary rock on the ground. "I just . . . I don't think I'm ready for a girlfriend, at least not yet. Can't I just give it some time?"

Tails snickered. "Of course you can. There's no rush. I just wanted to make sure you understood this stuff."

"This feels backwards." Sonic sighed, but grinned. "Okay. Ya got me, lil bro. But!" He jumped up and grabbed his brother by the wrist. "Everything that was just said is entirely confidential! Got it? No breaking the bro code!"

"I know, I know!" Tails laughed, squirming away as Sonic started playfully poking him all over. "Understood!"

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🥰 this'll be posted on AO3 ASAP! (It's a busy day for me haha) it's already posted on Wattpad if you follow me and the one-shots book there. 😜👌

Update: here it is on AO3!

[neonlight2]

Jaehaera Targaryen (oc)

Masterlist

Egg retrieval (obviously written as Jaehaera standing in for Rhaenyra’s role in this scene)

“This is an act of treason, war with your king.” Otto warned, an unabashedly large amount of smug gratification smacked across his face. Some might say he was enjoying this opportunity for chaos.

“Wonderful! Perhaps my brother will finally recognize how much of a cunt you are by the end of this and make me his hand.” The rogue prince retorts, tilting his head to the side with a snide expression. “It’d be the third smartest thing he’s ever done.”

A normal afternoon for the two. Most guards stood behind either knew what they would say. These antics weren’t uncommon for Daemon, and antagonizing the second prince was a fond hobby for Lord Hightower. The only difference was that the king himself had little patience for his brother, and more than per usual. Far too much was going on for him to be acting like a child, whining for his older brother’s attention. However, like any other thing, they didn’t see eye to eye.

You see, what started this all was the alert of Daemon stealing a dragon egg and holding up in Dragonstone, whilst Viserys was in a meeting. This didn’t help the matter at hand. He was too overwhelmed by the work to be done for his heir, dealing with the implications of his need to remarry, and his brother didn’t seem to give a damn about his duress at all. So of course, he sent Otto.

What Viserys didn’t know, was that his clever daughters had made a plan of their own.

Within the squabbles of the duo, a harsh screech protrudes the thin air. This only causing Caraxes to make a shrill cry if his own as his head darts in various directions, looking for his fellow kin.

Anyone in the kings landing, let alone that of the royal family, knew that sound. While most might not pay any mind, every dragon had a song of their own; their voices were each unique to them, just like the people they choose to serve. Oh, and how passionate filled this one is, it could not be misconstrued for another. It was that made for battle— to protect, to mourn, to destroy, to celebrate, to warn.

“Fucking hell.” Otto grumbled under his breath, head falling a little. All while Daemon grinned like a child high on sugar, practically bouncing in place.

A cascade of black emerged from the fog ridden sky, swallowing the fleet of soldiers on both sides with its shadow. The power of the dragons wings made men’s helmets fall, and their feet cling the the bricks beneath them. That was until they noticed how close the dragon wished to land.

Many, if not all, scurried back to escape the great weight of the dragon’s hide. Not to long after the beast settled on its feet, it’s rider slid down to its side.

Otto stood frozen in terror, eyes shut so tight they started to burn, and hands so shaky he could barely keep grip on the decree. There he was, between the front legs of a creature twenty times his size and could breath fire at will. He practically shit his pants when he felt a hand come down on his shoulder.

“It’s okay Lord Hightower. I promise Shkros is a teddy bear at heart.”

Prying his eyes open, Otto saw the Princess walking around him.

“Sorry your majesty, but I’d prefer a teddy bear with fur,” he warily glances upwards, met with strong dragon’s breath. “And one that couldn’t swallow me whole.”

Jaehaera halts her third loop around the stiff man, tilting her head to showcase her swirling thoughts. Gazing back at the noble and prideful man she knew as her fathers hand, she says, “How… precautious of you.”

Daemon couldn’t help but snort.

Swishing her body towards the Prince’s direction— hitting Otto with the blunt of her ponytail— Daemon almost jumped from joy when her eyes glanced his way. Sure, it was only a few mere seconds, but that was enough to satisfy him. He hadn’t seen her, nor Rhaenyra in almost a months time. Daemon was happy to just be in her presence.

It seemed as if every step she took was urged with more fervor, but once Jaehaera came within a foot of him, she rolled on the ball of her heels to veer right by him.

Dropping her head dramatically, she offers her hand to the woman standing beside Daemon— the lady he claimed to be his fiancé and baring his child. The woman was known amongst the majority as a prostitute— or rather as the men put more vulgarly: a whore. However, Daemon knew her as a confidant and occasional lover. She had a mind grander than most, and she heard and saw almost everything.

It was no wonder why her and Jaehaera got along so well.

“My Mysaria,” Jaehaera spoke lowly, making their interaction even more intimate by kissing the older woman’s knuckles until finally raising herself upright. “What has he promised you this time?”

Instead of answering the princess’s questions and blushing like a mad fool, as any other sane person would do, Mysaria sighed at the girl’s behavior. “You really don’t have to do that.”

“But you love it.”

“It is not proper in front of others.”

“And when have you cared of aristocratic manners?”

“I wouldn’t if this wasn’t quite literally a nearing battlefield,” her eyes wandered from the dragon’s, to the buffoons clad in iron and steel.

“Oh don’t mind them,” Jaehaera waves off, gaining back those clever eyes she admired. “They’ll be leaving soon anyhow—,”

“We will not!”

Fluttering her eyes closed, the princess grumbled out an exhale through her nose as she turned toward the rude Lord.

“You will leave when the egg has been retrieved yes?”

“Yes your highness,” Otto concurs with a wavering point. “But with all do respect—,”

“That won’t be much I suspect,” she muttered under her scoff, causing those around her chuckle in secrecy.

“The Prince does not seem to give any interest in doing so.”

Humming to herself, Jaehaera turns her conversation to Daemon. “Is that true? Am I truly going to have to fight you for it?”

“I see no need for us to fight Issa jaesa.”

My goddess

“I see no need for a fight at all, yet you seem desperate for one. Seven hells Daemon,” she rubs the back of her shoulders with opposite arms, almost as if she’d just been back from battle and was now aching from the aftermath. “If you just wanted attention all you need is ask. You ought to know how much Nyra has missed you. I’ve never seen her so tense or stressed and here you are, not doing a damn thing.”

Daemon was speechless. And it wasn’t because it was an appalling accusation, no. She was definitely right. It’s just usually she’d at least humor him for a little while. Things must really be disoriented in kings landing.

And without him there. How unruly.

“What do you need with the egg anyway? You know it meant something to father and Nyra.”

The Prince’s grip on the egg tightened. The thought of his niece being sad or in duress made his stomach twist, but his stubbornness held firm on his heart.

“I merely wish for my children to share a cradle with their dragon, just as Rhaenyra had.” Daemon stated with pinched brows and all.

He knew by the way her neck leaned back that she wasn’t buying into any of this. Sure, in some sentiment Jaehaera knew Daemon did want that for his child, if he had one.

Closing the space between them, Jaehaera rests her head on his chest. Oddly enough, the metal he wore calmed the thumping heat of her temple and soothed the impending headache.

“I know the infamous White Worm is not pregnant. It would put her at risk, and no matter how much you insist on acting like a prick,” she bends her neck slightly as Daemon’s hands creep up to her scalp. The heat radiating off him contrasts with the cool of his attire as his fingers message the dip of her skull. “We both know you’re just like Shkros.”

A smirk quirks at Daemon’s mouth as he holds her face back with his hands, resting his forehead against hers. “A big teddy bear.”

His laugh fans over Jaehaera’s face, quick and abrupt. “Sadly, I cannot compare to Shkros’ size.”

“Nor her sharp sense of perception either it would seem.” The swift girl quipped, sliding away like a child to show off her new possession.

“Why you sneaky—,” Daemon was flabbergasted. She’d swiped the damn egg.

“Thank you Dae,” she smiled widely, wicked with mischief and smugness. “I do enjoy these tender moments we share.”

Daemon leaned back, watching as one of the girls he prized skipped toward the king’s men and shooing at those who wished to touch the precious item. One would think his expression was even filled with pride.

Within around five feet from the man, Lord Hightower got a glimpse of the scaled egg in Princess Jaehaera’s hands. Oh, and how his mouth grit upon seeing her victorious grin. Her dragon crooned at the sight of her master and the egg, moving its wings to the side to let her pass by. This earned a quick pat on the leg from her rider, who beckoned over the soldiers holding the baby dragon’s cradle.

“I’ve taken care of everything Lord Hightower,” she stated whilst placing the ombré egg into the plate of coals steaming like a hot spring in summer. “You May return to my father now. I’m sure he’s missed your company dearly.”

Otto could have snapped, he truly could have. Although, as fate would have it, the mixed influence of a huffing dragon and the wrath of a king made his decision.

Bowing in an orderly fashion, Otto spoke quickly before leaving with heated feet and face. “Thank you your highness.”

Watching as the grouchy man left, she couldn’t help but giggle manically after he was but a speck. Jaehaera could hardly even stand from the amount of joy fizzing through her body, leaning against her more than willing dragon for support. “Gōntan ao ūndegon zȳhon laehurlion, Shkros?”

Did you see his face Shkros?

“Ao gīmigon ao jāhor sagon scolded syt bisa paktot? Issa lēkia doesn’t raqagon naejot sagon surprised.”

You know you will be scolded for this right? My brother doesn’t like to be surprised.

Jaehaera turned to Daemon with a new spark lighting her eyes. “Qilōni poghash ziry’s nykeā surprise?” She quips, quick to give Daemon a real hug. “Skorkydoso istan nyke?”

Who says it’s a surprise? ….How was I?

“Quite the actress,” he replied with admiration. “I almost believe you were cross with me.”

Scoffing, she broke away before he could wrap his arms around her, landing a good slap on his clad chest. “That’s because I am, what the hell were you thinking?”

“Well to be fair it would be a waste of an egg—,”

“Firstly, you belligerent idiot, that egg was meant for Rhaenyra’s brother. Have some fucking sympathy,” she said, hitting him with every syllable. “And second— Mysaria pregnant?? Are you fucking serious?”

“It’s the best I could come up with!”

“You’re getting old in mind along with body if that’s the case.” She joked, twirling some hair close to her face from Daemon’s slight accommodation to her impending height.

Infected by her playful nature, Daemon could no longer contain himself. I’m one quick motion he picked up the girl, causing her to squeal, and held her tight to body as he trudged in the direction of his castle.

“What the seven hells are you doing?!” Jaehaera sqirmed relentlessly, laughing much to her dismay.

“I demand a dual to prove my youthful spirit.” He retorted, ignoring the noises of an unpleased dragon behind him. Shkros would never hurt him, just like Caraxes would never harm her. Even if they were fighting tooth to nail.

“No one said anything of your spirit. Anyone could tell it’s one of adolescence.” She retorts before whistling.

“You little—,”

Next thing Daemon knew he was flat on his ass with a good weight planted on top of him. Shkros had swiped his feet clean off the floor with her tail. When the hell did she learn to do that?

“Before you ask, I taught her that last moon.” Jaehaera answered, reading his mind like it were a script.

Groaning from future bruises, Daemon yielded completely after noticing that she had him pinned. Thus allowing himself to enjoy the view. Her face pink and filled with pure delight. It would seem he wouldn’t have the heart to flip her over, if he could in the first place. From what he could feel, her hold had gotten better these past few months. Which only drove him down the rabbit hole.

“Who have you been training with?”

Jaehaera chuckled at Daemon’s obvious jealousy. “Sir Harwin has been entertaining me while you’ve been away.”

“Fucking Strong can’t hold a candle to me.” He growled with a pout mimicking a resemblance to a kitten. His hands eventually being let go after she leaned back on her calves.

“He’s better than Criston.”

“Everyone is better than that virgin.” Daemon snapped, squeezing her knees.

“Pfft not you apparently.”

“It was one time!”

Shrugging, she got off of him and offered a hand. “Doesn’t help your ego though, does it?” Rolling his eyes, he take her hand and refuses to let go.

“Must you always protest so childishly?”

“Must you always leave me?”

“I have to get to father before the cunt does.”

“So it is a surprise,” Daemon remarked smugly.

Copying his action, Jaehaera let her pupils go around until landing on a moving figure behind him. With no shame or regret, she pushed him aside and ran to the woman approaching them.

“Myseria! Oh how I’ve missed you.” She threw her arms around the woman’s waist, twirling her around effortlessly.

“How you two aren’t actually related I will never understand.” Myseria commented as her feet were finally placed onto the ground once again. Yet, not totally set free from the Princess’s grasp.

“Why do you say that darling,” Jaehaera purred tracing her hands up her arm and intertwining their fingers.

“You both are like clingy children.”

“I’m pretty sure children couldn’t fuck you as well—,”

Jaehaera openly gagged before shoving Daemon away from them. “Don’t speak about fucking her in front of me! Seven hells, I still can’t believe you let him bed you.”

“He pays well.” Myseria shrugged.

“As do I fuck,” Daemon spoke up, accentuating each word.

A breathy laugh leaves Jaehaera before staring back at the deranged man. “I’m sure you are, but ask Myseria who she would pick between the both of us.”

“No need.”

“Oh no Dae, is that defeat I’m hearing?”

“No it’s understanding. She would pick the same as I.”

Sighing, Jaehaera shook her head. “I think we all know you’d gladly do yourself if able.”

“Are you two quite done with this discussion?” Myseria interrupts, genuinely done with the two’s bantering. Her tone and attention directed to the Princess not to long after. A letter rested between her fingers, outstretched to Jaehaera to take. “I’ve talked to the moon’s servants.”

Nodding, the girl smiled gratefully at her friend and slide her hand into hers. That was enough time for Myseria to grip and pull Jaehaera’s hand to her lips. Kissing the red and slightly bullied knuckles, the woman whispered something that only the one feeling her lips could decipher. And no matter how much she wished to hide it, whatever had been said displeased Jaehaera. To Daemon that was clear as day.

“Thank you.” She said shortly with a small smile. Her eyes swayed to Daemon one last time, beckoning him for one last goodbye. To which he returned with a delicate hand behind her head, bringing her forehead to his.

“I will return soon after I prove myself once again.”

“I know.”

“Try to see me when you can.”

“I’ll see you after you meet with Lord Velaryon.”

Daemon and Jaehaera could stare at each other so intently, some would even conjure stories about them talking telepathically. That somehow their minds were linked, perhaps even their souls.

“Give Rhaenyra love for me?”

“I smother her plenty I promise,” Jaehaera breaks into a giggle, earning one from him as well. “But you will have to make it up to her yourself.”

Sighing through his nose, Daemon nods. “I know.”

Letting each other go was always difficult. For Daemon, he just didn’t wish to part from the thing that made him feel alive. Jaehaera inspired and fueled him with fire as war and adventure did. And Jaehaera… she missed anyone she trusted, whom she must part from. The way she described it was that her soul, once finding another just as true and strong, would link to them and surge a bond so impenetrable that only a wielder of the two could cut the connection between them.

Leaping onto Shkros, the girl waved to her companions, knowing she would see them again very soon.

“Next time you can be theatrical!” She screamed at the two before taking flight, falling off the bridge with a twirling dragon ready for the journey home, where more chaos brewed.

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[grandma-susan]

*A letter for Susan arrives with the morning mail*

Dear Auntie Susan,

It’s been too long since I wrote or showed up at your house, and for that, I owe ya an apology.

Life’s been...well, let’s just say, complicated.

After we found out Coronis was pregnant, things got messy fast.

Her family wouldn’t have let us be happy, let alone let the babies live.

She's the half sister (she ain't her father's child) of Marquis Andrealphus and Stella, Prince Stolas's bitchy ex-wife, so y'know... petty, dangerous assholes.

They would’ve taken them from us or worse, and locked her away.

We couldn’t let that happen.

So, we ran.

We eloped and left our old lives behind to start fresh.

I wanted to share some news and let ya know how we’re doin' out here in Wrath.

Now, we’ve got a little slice of peace out here. I’m running a hellhorse ranch—Featherscale Ranch—and, believe it or not, Lucifer himself gave me a royal pardon.

Yeah, the big guy upstairs (well, metaphorically speaking) gave me a shot at an honest life.

Cori is still scared, though.

Her family’s cruelty ain't somethin' you just shake off overnight, and I’d never risk her feelin' unsafe.

That’s why we haven’t been able to visit.

But I’d love for you to meet the kids, Auntie. They’re everythin' good in this world, and they deserve to know the woman who made sure I never completely lost myself.

Inside this letter you’ll find a photo of me, Coronis, and the little ones, Match and Walker.

Ain't they cute?

They’ve got my ivory hair and stubborn streak (no surprise there), but ya can see Cori in them, too: the feathers along their tails and the way their eyes light up, just like hers.

I hope we can see ya soon, once Cori feels ready. You’ll love her, I know it. And the little ones... they’d melt your heart.

Take care of yourself, and write back if you can. I’ll be looking out for your letter.

With love,

Striker

@helluvaoutlaw

Rubbish. Rubbish. 99.9% of her mail was rubbish. Except today. A clean envelope with her name handwritten on it, and a faint scent of smoke, musty hay and a familiar musk she had come to know too well. The rest of the mail smoldered into ash as she dropped them into the garden but brought the singular one and the newspaper inside.

She poured herself a cup of tea and moved towards back of her home here back sunroom and porch were. It was getting too cold for the porch but the sunroom was still enjoyable. It had been a while since he had last called her, even longer from the last time he visited. Over the years he had hardened herself to the idea that one day that slithering cocky bastard might never return, but she could not help but feel relieved when she caught wind of his antics while reading the news. She tore open the envelope and sat down with the massively and uncharacteristically long letter. Though....if she thought about it. She bounced the leaves of paper in her hand, "Hm. It would equate to one of his long winded stories."

She adjusted her glasses and started reading through his lizard scratch. The further she made it down the page, the tighter her brow knitted. "WHAT?! OOOH!" She exclaimed loudly, slamming her cup down onto its saucer. "I SHOULD HAVE DOCKED HIS STUPID TAIL! C-Coronis?! THE LITTLE NERVOUS TWITTER BIRD?!" The letter lowered for a moment and her nose wrinkled and her eyes narrowed. How? How? Was this the reason why he has been MIA for all these months?! He knocked up demon royalty?!?! "Oh my brimming with brimstone Lilith in Hell!" She groaned as she continued to read more. Pregnancy, elopement, the Ice Bird, the Screech Owl, Stolas, Wrath AND LUCIFER?!"

He was exhausting her. There was no level of carrion he could send to her to make this mental and emotional exhaustion away. She continued on, flicked the next page to back of the stack and came face to face with a photo.

"You really can't stay away from them can you?" She lifted the photograph and looked at the family he had formed. "Stupid cowboy. Whatever happened to damning demon nobles and royalty? You started one job and you just sank deeper and deeper into their affairs." She sat back and continued to look at the picture. "Well, if you have the protection of Lucifer. I suppose its alright." She paused and looked into her home and for a moment reimagined a bustling dining room. "They're cute, Beanpole. I don't know how you fell for the greasy sweaty soot covered assassin, Coronis, but I hope he treating you and the children well." She paused and smiled.

"Well....I take that back I know he probably is doing it to the best as he can. Family was basically a pipe dream for most of these years. He's capable and.....stupid."

A set of paws and claws came scampering into the room and hopped up onto the nearby chair to sniff at the mail, Zilber's black tail wagging. "Here you go Zilber." She said handing the fox the letter and photo. You know what to do with it." The fox shuffled the papers under its two front paws and let out a loud bark, as the letters seemed to burn away into nothing. Safely stored away for no one to see or find.

Susan took her cup back up to her lips. "You better remember how to dodge when you visit, Beanpole. I'm going to ask Lambchop to stock up on all the decorative vases and saucers from Bee's parties for me." And petted Zilber, who panted happily, imagining the fun time it would be to run and dash with Striker as Susan hurled pottery and glassware at him.