#'looking back on henry's baby years 🥺'

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levi probably has so thousands of pics of henry and its a shame i cant see any of them

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Hi so I wanted to request something I just thought of if that’s okay! A little meet cute story from season 4 where reader is the midwife who helped deliver Henry and her and Reid meet in the hospital and just hit it off🥺

this is so cute! this strays a lot from the plot of the episode because i haven't watched it forever and don't feel like it lmao

The Lanky Guy in Room 603

She wasn't sure if the long, lanky man curled up in the uncomfortable chair was Jennifer's brother or husband. He looked young; with a blemish-free baby face and a mop of soft brown hair. She could tell it had a slight curl to it and she had to resist an urge to tuck the stray pieces that fanned out behind his ear. Perhaps it was because she spent her days and nights caring for expecting parents, she just couldn't help but want to care for the sleeping man.

Jennifer was watching television, a pained look on her face as she held her round belly.

"You said it would be today," Jennifer groaned, the pain of labor evident on her face, "It's almost tomorrow."

Y/N sat on the stool beside Jennifer's bed, "I know I did, honey." She pressed a damp cloth to Jennifer sweaty face, attempting to cool down her body temperature. "But it seems like this little baby's got a mind of their own."

"Just like her mother."

The voice came from behind her. The sleep man, now not sleeping, unfolded himself from his pretzel-like position on the chair. He joints popped as he stretched his legs. Y/N noticed his socks were patterned. His left foot donned socks with gray tabby cats and a navy blue background. His right foot donned pumpkins on a lavender background.

Jennifer smiled, thanking Y/N for the damp cloth, as her companion checked her vitals. He peered at the numbers, probably attempting to decipher their meanings regarding his wife's health.

"Your wife is perfectly healthy, sir. You''ll have a healthy, sweet, baby within the next day. I'm sure of it."

Jennifer chuckled, "He's not my husband. Spencer's my....."

"Co-worker. Very proud godfather of her soon to be born baby girl?" Spencer injected, still reading the vitals.

"I'm concerned about JJ's vitals. Are you sure that her lab work is updated? It needs to reflect the high stress nature of her job. And her blood pressure? It was last checked thirteen minutes and twenty seven seconds ago. And does the satellite birth center have enough blood in the bank. On average a laboring mother may loose about...."

"Spence," Jennifer, or JJ as the man named Spencer called her, "I'm going to be just fine. The baby is going to be just fine. Please don't harass the midwife. Or I'll have to switch you out for Penny instead."

"You know if you wanted to get stuff done, you should've picked Hotch or Emily," Spencer countered, "I'm just going to be a nervous wreck."

"You're going to be fine. And think of it as practice for when your wife is pregnant. You'll be a pro by the time that rolls around."

Spencer chuckled dryly. His cheeks blushed crimson as he checked the clock. "It's now been fourteen minutes and thirty four seconds." He whispered under his breath.

"Are you and your wife expecting as well? It kinda smart for her to send you here for a dry run?" Y/N commented, making light talk with Jennifer and Spencer. Through her couple of years a midwife, she learned that many laboring parents and their companions need to have their minds occupied.

"N-no, no wife," Spencer said, his lips formed a tight smile as he looked at Y/N and then back to Jennifer, "We have a very time consuming job. Dating is hard. And family life is even harder. It’s common for many families in the BAU to end with divorce between the two partners.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence, Spence,” Jennifer quipped as a wave of labor pains came over her.

“I don’t mean you and Will,” Spencer backtracked, “You’re not even married to him.”

Jennifer rolled her eyes at Spencer, and Y/N got the sense that the Spencer and Jennifer shared a sibling-like relationship. It made sense, she supposed as she watched Spencer continuously checked Jennifer’s vitals. He hovered like a mother hen, but made no attempt at physical contact like the husbands usually did.

“Distract her,” Y/N whispered to Spencer, “And don’t talk about how her marriage is statistically likely to end in divorce. That’s not the way to comfort a mom that’s about to push a 8 pound baby out of her vagina.”

Spencer shut his mouth quickly, returning to Jennifer’s side. As Y/N walked out of the room, she noted that the soon to be godfather asked her if she needed anything.

***

“Y/N!” Nurse Lorraine said from her perch. “That tall kid from Room 603, the one that looks like he’s about to faint? He’s looking for you.”

Room 603? Y/N checked her chats, shuffling through the pile of laboring parents.

Ah! That would be Jennifer Jareau. And her very eager friend/co-worker/godfather of her child.

“Oh, Spencer? He’s a sweetheart. Trying to help her. He could teach those husbands a thing or too.” Y/N said, as she typed away at her computer.

“He’s not the husband?” Lorraine questioned, her tone making Y/N stop typing.

“What are you doing, Lo?” Y/N sighed with exasperation. “You’re meddling. And it’s not a cute look, I’m afraid.”

“It’s been how long since that idiot of a man dumped you for his unpaid intern? Todd? Taylor? What was his name again?”

“Tyler. He was an ass. I don’t think I’m ready to get myself back out there. He really did a number on me.” Y/N lamented. She took a sip of her third coffee of the day. It was a distraction from tearing up or worse, actually crying in front of Lorraine, the hardass nurse who makes Attendings cry.

“Y/N, honey,” Lorraine sighed, “Don’t waste your youth or your beauty on someone who doesn’t deserve it. I’m not saying that man in 603 deserves you, but he’s holding his coworker’s hand as she’s delivering a baby that’s not his. All because her boyfriend is stuck at work in New Orleans. He’s a good man. And he’s looking for you. And he blushed when he asked for you.”

Y/N rolled her eyes at Lorraine’s gossipy tendencies. “How do you know all that? I’ve been with him all day and I hardly can get him to tell me his name. Beside the snide comments about me not checking the vitals enough.”

“See! He’s protective over people he cares about, even if talking to the gorgeous nurse terrifies him. I can lock you two in the supply close if you’d like. I mean the piles and piles of extra large padsicles and bed pens aren’t very romantic, but maybe romance isn’t what you need right now.” Lorraine quipped.

Ignoring Lorraine, “I’m going to see what he wants from me.” Y/N said, recoiling because she knew Lorraine would twist her words into some sort of sexual innuendo.

“Go get’em, Tiger!” Lorraine called from the Nurse’s Station with a mischievous glint in her eye.

***

“Spencer?” Y/N whispered, noting that Jennifer was sleeping in her bed, “Nurse Lorraine said you wanted to speak to me.”

Even in the dark room, minus the glow of equipment monitoring Jennifer, Y/N could see his light blush. He was cute. She thought that before Lorraine even broached the subject. She though that when she silently wondered if he was Jennifer’s husband or not.

He was cute. Handsome, even.

Spencer couldn’t be more than 26 or 27. He had brown eyes that were kind and warm. Spencer looked gentle, and that was evident by the easy way he cared for Jennifer.

“I wanted to make sure I was doing it right,” Spencer confessed, “I’m not really good with all this,” he waved his hand around the room to show what he meant, “My mind can only focus on the possibilities of what can go wrong. I’m not cut out for this.”

“For what being a companion? A godfather? Spencer, Jennifer clearly cares for you and wants you in her baby’s life. She sees that you’re kind and caring and gentle.”

Spencer cracked a smile, warming Y/N heart. She hated it. Yet she liked it. And that only made her hate it more.

“Thanks.” Spencer said, taking a sip of his probably now cold coffee.

“You know there’s an excellent microwave in the nurse’s lounge room. Lorraine bullies enough attendings that I can totally sneak you in there to warm up your coffee.” Y/N offered, “Jennifer needs sleep. It’s the best thing for her right now. Besides, I can teach you how to swaddle a baby and change a diaper.”

“I know how to deliver a baby,” Spencer said, “It’s a lot messier than I thought.” He said with a shiver.

“Are you in healthcare?” Y/N asked they walked to the nurse’s lounge. It was so late that most of the families were either sleeping, in labor, or being discharged. “You certainly know a lot about medicine. And for the record we do have plenty of blood in stock. But we’re looking for donors every third Tuesday if the month.”

“Not technically. Well, not the doctor you’re thinking of at least. I have three PhDs. In mathematics, chemistry, and psychology. It’s….a lot I know,” He offered a small smile, “People either think I’m like some super genius or a freak. But not. I’m just….me.”

“Well I happen to think that you’re pretty awesome just being you. I can’t technically say it, but you and Jennifer are my favorites of the night. So it’s only my duty as a L&D nurse to make sure you are the best baby swaddling godfather in the metro area.”

“Now that’s quite the title to live up to. Do we use real babies or dolls to practice?” Spencer inquired.

Y/N giggled as she reached into the supply closet, “I’m in the business of delivering babies. Not kidnapping them, Dr. Spencer……?”

“Reid.”

“Reid.” She nodded, handing him a baby doll to practice with. “If it was twelve hours earlier I would be making you wrap my burrito to practice.”

“I think I’m going to equally as bad as wrapping a burrito as I would be a baby.” He confessed.

“Fear not, young grasshopper, your teacher is here.” Y/N teased, grabbing Spencer by the arm to the table where she ate lunch every day with Lorraine and Hector, her favorite to nurses on the floor.

She laid out a blanket and a baby on the table as her and Spencer stood side by side. “So fold the corner of the blanket down for the baby’s head to rest. And the you gently lay the baby down. Now wrap over the left triangle to the baby’s middle.” She watched as he followed expertly, “Good! Now fold up the little triangle at the baby’s feet. Make sure it’s snug, but not too tight.”

“It’s easier than it looks,” Spencer said as he folded the last part of the blanket and held up a swaddled baby doll.

“Now try when it when a baby is screaming at you and you’ve been on your feet for ten hours.”

“I’ll sit to my day job,” Spencer joked, “But call me if you ever need a swaddling partner.”

Y/N’s face heated at the thought of calling Spencer, of talking to him beyond this night when he friend was about to give birth.

“Where did you learn how to deliver a baby?” She asked, hoping to divert the conversation.

“I read about it.” Spencer replied.

“In college? Did you take a human biology class on pregnancy as well?”

“Uh, no,” Spencer said, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly, “I read about it. I read it today when JJ was getting admitted.”

“Getting admitted takes like 30 minutes? How on Earth did you read about human delivery in 30 minutes?” Y/N asked with awe on her face.

“Actually, it took 31 minutes and twelve seconds. Which is 2 minutes and 39 seconds faster than the average,” He blushed when Y/N raised eyes meant his comment only added to her questions, not answered them, “I have a very good memory. And I can read fast.” He explained.

“Oh,” Y/N said, taking out two mugs from the cabinet, “that explains the three PhDs and how you hounded me about vitals before. You’re brilliant. And a very good friend.”

“I don’t get brilliant often. Genius, yes. Freak, yes. Strange, yes. But brilliant isn’t usually reserved for me. I think my quirks out weigh my strengths and thus that changes how I’m perceived.”

“Well, I don’t see a freak or a stranger,” Y/N told him, “I see a man who’s probably 6’3” that crammed himself into a tiny plastic chair and has been fetching ice chips and throwing down with the toughest nurse to get his friend a blanket. That’s not a freak. Or a weirdo. Or anything besides a good, gentle, kind man. I don’t really know you, but it’s my job to watch people here. I watch all these husbands who don’t dote on their wives as they push a whole baby out of their bodies. They complain to them about how long it took to find parking, or that they had to pay 10 bucks for a decent cup of coffee at the cafe, or that the chairs hurt their back. I haven’t heard you say that once. You’re good, Spencer. There’s a reason Jennifer wants you to be her baby’s godfather.”

Stunned, Spencer’s lip twitched into what resembled a smile. He bit his lip as his eyes scanned the room.

“Thank you,” Spencer whispered, “it means more than you know.”

“Good. You seem like the kind of person that deserves to hear good things. And plus, I’m sure your wife or girlfriend will be very happy you spent the night learning how to swaddle babies and change diapers.”

“Uh, I’m not committed to anyone.” Spencer corrected, the blush returned to his face, this time it crawled all the way up to his ears. It only increased his cuteness as it increased the way Y/N’s heart pumped blood. Her nervous system was on overdrive and she hasn’t even touched the man. Yet there was something about him that drew him to her.

“Oh, seeing someone casually and don’t want to freak her out?” Y/N offered. “Because I will admit that’s not what you want to say to the girl you have a situationship with.”

“A situationship?” Spencer questioned, shaking his head. “Never mind. I’m not seeing anyone casually or otherwise. It’s never been my strong suit.”

“Seriously?” Y/N said, pouring her coffee and Spencer a cup, “That’s very surprising.”

“Why?” Spencer asked, accepting the coffee with a tight lipped smile.

“Not to cross any professional boundaries, but you’re literally what most girls look for when they want a partner. Especially one that they want to you know,” she gestured to the baby doll on the table, “settle down with. You’re husband material.”

“Husband material?” Spencer asked, clearly beyond confusion. It was like it was his first time hearing that he was desirable to women. An overwhelming urge to tell him just how desirable he was to her overcame Y/N.

She fought it hard.

“You know,” she started, “you’ve got a great job, nice and normal friends, you’re close friends with a woman, but there’s zero sexual tension between the two of you. That means a lot to girls. It means that you can see women as whole people.”

“What else would I see them as?” Spencer questioned aloud. “They’re people. Not props or conquests.”

Y/N threw her hands up in surrender as if she finally has given up. “See, you’re like perfect. Not to mention you’re very nice to look at.”

Spencer gulped a big sip of coffee, but the burning liquid spewed out all over him and the table. Y/N dodged it, spending nearly three years getting out of the way of mysterious liquids from all different patients had certainly paid off.

“Sorry, sorry, god that was embarrassing,” Spencer lamented. “I hope I didn’t get it all over you.” He apologized.

Holding in a giggle, Y/N waved off his fears. “Don’t worry. You’re just fine, Spencer.”

In more ways than one, she thought silently to herself.

“I apologize if I made you uncomfortable. It’s highly unprofessional of me to comment on your appearance.”

No matter how attractive she finds him.

Spencer’s face melted as she apologized. “No!” He practically yelled. “Don’t think that. Please don’t think that. I didn’t mind it at all. It’s just, I’m not used to hearing it. Especially from women that are like you.”

��Like me?”

“Smart. Hardworking. Kind. Funny. Beautiful.” Spencer confessed.

The last one hit a certain part of her heart that went pang. Tyler never called her beautiful. He would call her hot and sexy, but not beautiful. But maybe once he did. But he said she “looked beautiful” not that she was beautiful.

There was a difference between looking beautiful and being beautiful. And she was looking right at it.

“Spencer,” Y/N whispered. “Once Jennifer is discharged from L&D could I maybe take you out on a date?“

Spencer nodded, and she swore she could see his eyes light up at the possibility of something between them.

“Sure. Isn’t there a blood donation clinic next week?” He smiled and took a sip of his coffee, “I promise I won’t spew coffee all over you when you compliment me again,”

***

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Little moments that I love in Red White and Royal Blue. PART 1. Man this is gonna be a long ass post.

(I can't make gifs right now, wish I could gif these moments but for now screenshots will have to do)

The first one is at the Childrens hospital where Henry introduces Alex to the kids. Henry very sweetly says how his mum is out-ranked by Alex's mum. I think Alex is a bit surprised here (maybe a little shocked) at how easily Henry can say nice things about him specially after their seemingly endless rivalry.

Then in the hospital cupboard, after Alex confronts Henry he was saying that he is sorry about being cold to Alex earlier but he was in a bad place with his fathers passing and Palace not giving him any space. Alex looks up at him, his mind is probably starting to feel sorry for Henry for the first time and he is realizing how his hatred for Henry was based on a very dark time in Henry's life. His eyes are soft here, which a moment ago was big and angry.

(plus Taylor looks like a puppy here which I love 😍)

This is rather a sad moment for Henry. He is probably thinking how this is one of the very last moments he gets to spend with Alex (even though Alex had already invited him to the new years party) and how their next meetings will be shorter and probably not meaningful enough for them to ever become anything. He so far hadn't gotten Alex's attention, it's probably not going to happen later. Of course we all know that's not what ends up happening 😏

This here where Alex asks Henry if he was surprised by Alex in any way, and he just goes like this 🤣

He is probably thinking of all the things he loves about Alex before deciding to tease him a lil bit. Not to mention how adorable Nicholas looks here 🥺

After their bedroom adventures and Henry's romantic ass kiss (😍) Alex very visibly becomes very thoughtful and you can tell how he knows that it's gonna be sometime before he sees Henry again (he already misses him), and how his mind is racing trying to think of an event where they can meet again.. my poor poor baby 🤧

In Paris scene, I love how Alex comforts Henry by giving the softest little nudge on his forehead (their hairs touch).

This is a very small moment that is seen right after a closeup of Henry's face and right before Henry gives Alex the nod to go ahead. This moment is etched in my brain and it makes me wanna cry every time I watch it.

I love their little smiles here after the famous "I'm learning", they are both so in love already it's obscene 🤧 and their smiles are so reassuring and tender 🥺

In other words Nicholas and Taylor ate. It's a long take and the timing of their expressions and their delivery of each dialogue is just top notch 👌

When Alex is on the plane back from Paris, he looks very pensive. Then he let's out this big sigh and a small smile breaks out. We all know who he is thinking about. I love how Taylor portrayed all the emotions in Alex's heart here. He is tired but happy, and thoughtful at the same time. I think this is the first time Alex gave some serious thought to he and Henry's relationship. Before it was just hooking up in places and mostly about their physical needs for each other.

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My little love

Thanksgiving Day

Bucky Barnes x reader

Warning: fluffiness!!

Word count: 1.1k

A/N: here’s a little Drabble for our favorite family. I wasn’t so happy with how it ended but I’ve only slept for 6 hours in the last 48👍🏻🥺😴

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Henry had his hair pulled back and his apron on. Big beautiful blue eyes followed your every movement. From his place on the step stool he helped you work. You needed to get back to your normal routine and what was more normal than cooking with Henry?

With a smile on his face he does as you ask. Music plays softly from a speaker and you ask him what he was up to while you were gone. It’s a sweet back and forth as you both move around the kitchen. Henry’s found a love for cooking and you’re more than happy to encourage him. Sometimes Lottie helps but she makes more of a mess than anything. Those days were fun too but Henry was taking this very seriously. You watched as he focused on the task in front of him. Furrowed brows and his tongue poking out as he made sure his job was done perfectly.

“Is this good mama?” He looks up at you.

“It’s perfect. Now we have to get everything in the pot.”

You spend the rest of the morning working on a few different dishes. Lottie and Bucky walk in every so often, mostly to be taste testers. When it gets closer to dinner time everyone gets ready to head to the shared dining room.

****

You were grateful that Sophia had bought the kids an outfit for thanksgiving dinner. There were so many things going on that it was the last thing on your mind but it was their first major holiday and they deserved something special. Lottie wore a shirt and skirt combo with her hair half up and a bow to finish off the look. While Henry left his hair down, his outfit was a t-shirt and jeans. You and Bucky went with sweaters and jeans, something simple but comfortable.

It was good that Tony decided that this year would be family only. Your dad was in the living room watching football with Sophia, Steve, Tony, Joshua and Clint. Bucky joined them after dropping off some of the dishes you’d made. Sam, Sarah, Laura, Pepper, Molly, Luke and now you were going back and forth in the kitchen while the kids ran off to play.

Once everything was ready everyone gathered at the table, even the kids. Everybody got a chance to say what they were grateful for and Henry was next. He kneeled on his chair so that he could be seen.

“I-um,” he looked over at you and Bucky, the nerves getting the better of him. “I’m thankful that you’re my family.”

Some awed at his words.

“I’m thankful that you found me and I don’t have to be with the bad men anymore.” He looks over at Lottie before his eyes settle on you and Bucky. “And I’m thankful for having baby back and that you’re my daddy and my mama.”

Henry gets off his chair and stands between you and Bucky so that he can hug you both. Then he gives Lottie a kiss on the cheek and settles back down on his chair.

Lottie, having picked up what everyone was saying, stands up on her chair. She gets shy for a moment but with some encouragement she speaks up.

“Am tankful fo’ bubba.” She says first and then she lists all of her aunts and uncles and gwandpa, “an am tankful fo’ Steebie.” She gives him a big smile before turning to you. “Am tankful fo’ habing mama home. An habing dada, I lobe dada.” She gets a bit tearful at the end and she reaches for you and then Bucky.

By this point you’re wrecked emotionally but you speak anyway.

“Well,” you clear your throat. “I’m very thankful that I have you all in my life. I’m grateful for being here today, which wouldn’t have been possible without all of you. Most importantly I’m so thankful for you.” You turn to look at Bucky. “Bucky, you make me so happy and I love you so much. I’m so thankful for Henry and Charlotte. I’m so happy to be your mama.” You turn to them to find them both teary eyed. “You two are the best thing to ever happen to me.”

Everyone turns to look at Bucky and he rolls his eyes. You chuckle and elbow him lightly.

“Fine.” He huffs before smiling. “Everything Y/N said.”

Sam throws a bread roll at Bucky which causes everyone to laugh while Sam boos.

“Say something.”

“I’m grateful for everyone except Sam.”

Again everyone laughs.

“But really, I am thankful for all of you. You helped me and the kids during one of the hardest times for us.” Bucky turns and takes your hand. “I’m thankful to have you in my life. I love you so much and you are the best mother to our kids. After being freed I never thought I’d find someone that could love me or want to have children with me and here you are proving me wrong. I’m so lucky to be a father to two of the sweetest kids I’ve ever met.” Bucky leans forward and winks at Lottie and Henry. “I love you two so much. Finally I’m thankful for Ed. You’re a great man, I wouldn’t have made it through the last three months without you.”

“Now that’s a speech.”

“Hey pops, why don’t you carve the turkey?” Tony says as he hands the knife over to Eddie.

“Everyone pay attention. I’m gonna show you how it’s done.”

Dinner was great. Everyone laughed and talked amongst themselves. Henry was praised for the food he helped cook. You could tell how proud he was and you’d told him as much.

After dinner and the clean up everyone moved to the shared living room. There was some dancing, games were played and tipsy karaoke happened. During most of this you and Bucky had taken the love seat. Bucky had one leg stretched out on the couch allowing you to sit with your back resting against his chest. His arms kept you safe and close as your hands intertwined with his. Bucky would press kisses every so often against your temple or he’d comment on whatever was happening. Both of you happily watched the others joke around or sang along. The kids couldn’t contain their happiness as they kept running up to the two of you and expressing how much fun they were having.

Later when the kids were in bed, falling asleep easily from all of their excitement over their first thanksgiving and you were in Bucky’s arms, you couldn’t help but think back at what you survived. It was over and you were back home in the arms of the man you loved and your sweet little ones.

There were so many more firsts the kids would be experiencing and you were thankful that you’d get to be there with them.

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Okay! Here's the promised ask! (Idk if I'll get to everyone's parents, so sorry for everyone who gets left out)

Now, I don't know if you meant writing for them before they had kids, so this will probably be a mix

Starting off with Ranva and Milan, of course! (Their's will probably be the longest because... yeah)

Milan seeing Ranva for the first time and he's jaw drops, because look at her!

I think hearing about the time when Milan helps Ranva get away from the fae realm would be really interesting (plus baby Henry 🥺)

Ranva having the exact opposite problem of Henry, as in he had to adjust to the fae realm and her to the human realm (the parallels of these two kill me every day)

I'm actually really interested in the time before Aiden was born (as in they're already in the human realm, but he's not born yet), because we never hear about it

(or rarely)

Fenna and Cyrus

Ngl I keep thinking about modern au them, because cute baker Fenna is top tear!

Also, that thing you mentioned about Fenna holding Cyrus after their son died

Also, them just bickering 🥺

Hela's parents

I don't think I know a lot about her dad (or if I do, I forgot again)

And her mom looking for her, and her being mischievous is adorable ❤️

Now... I know very, very little about Maya's mom... so... sorry❤️

And meanwhile I want to come up with something fluffly for my guys but I've got nothing...

But listen 👏 (I think I made a post like this actually, but I was listening to the song again, so:)

Bendegúz: The soldier

Ákos: The poet

Endre: The king

Adél: The one who's singing

(Yes, I love going on rants about songs and my ocs. When I go on a rant about an Odette song that will be... well, you know what she's like🤣 there'll be emotions( but her playlist is one of the best)

Also, can you imagine Endre holding up Ákos to your ocs lion king style 🤣

Thanks, that’s so nice of you ^^

My initial thought was to write fluff for them as couples (with no kids) but since I have no actual plans for this god knows when I’ll even get around to do this I’m open for everything!

Milan was completely star struck when he met Ranva. Ranva’s sister noticed it first and told her. They were both giggling like crazy stealing glances at him stealing glances at Ranva xD and at one point he gathered his courage and really formally introduced himself, with hand-kiss and all.

To be honest, Ranva’s sister, her teacher and her maid were the ones who had the most part in arranging her and Milan’s “escape”. More interesting is probably the time before that (their secret meetings, Ranva telling Milan about Henry and about wanting to leave with them) and after (Milan helping her adjust, helping her with Henry, refusing to hunt for people who talked bad about his wife).

The way Henry’s story is mirroring his mother’s (but reverse) is one of my favorite things about the two. Also how different yet similar their way of freedom looks like!

When Aiden was born, Ranva already spent six years in the human realm. In the time till his birth a lot of her adjusting and dealing with missing home happened. Her learning some customs she had to adopt. Her making friends with Holly. Her, Milan and Henry being a happy little family despite some sullen grumbles from other villagers.

I wouldn’t really know what to tell you about it though, if you don’t have specific questions…

Fenna is already adorable, but baker Fenna from the modern au is even more so! Her and young Cyrus meeting in France is so cute too. I like thinking about younger them lately, even in canon. Not that they’d play any role significant enough for me to think about them, but I do and I adore them xD

The thing is that Fenna loves Cyrus. She remembers the man he used to be and she still sees that man in him, deep down. She’s hoping to one day get him back out. He might never be the same like he was before they lost Thorin, but she holds on to him because she knows deep down he’s still a good man. Flawed, but good. And she loves and believes in him still, though she doesn’t approve of the way he handles his relationship to their kids.

Halea’s parents’ names are Arian and Sofia. They are actually least developed, so I can’t tell you much about them. Except for that Sofia is originally from the Oak court, where her mother was one of the queen’s ladies. And Arian is head of the House of Hummingbirds, who married her and took her to the Willow court with him.

It’s funny how you know little about Maya’s mother, yet she’s the first parent beside Milan and Ranva that actually got a backstory xD

Gwen is a witch. She and her family before her, like many witches, were follower of the old ways. Which is what you call people in the human world that still believe in the old religion (the goddesses, the existence of fae and magic…) and follow old customs.

She grew up living with her grandmother and mother in their little cottage by the forest. She learned the old ways and her craft from them. Now she couldn’t do real magic, since humans are incapable of it, but she knew old rituals and little “spells” and knew how to make potions and (lucky) charms and she knew lots about herbs.

She and Maya lived from what Gwen sold on the big market in their hometown. Things like wool, eggs and goat milk and woven baskets. Dried herbs, balms and medicine. But also charms, potions and other stuff for the more “superstitious” people. Ranva was one of her customers, too.

Gwen was never interested in marriage. But she did want a child. Which is why she wished for Maya!

Oh yeah I remember you mentioning that! I think it fits your characters very well (both the song and the positions you applied to them like who’s the king and who’s the poet…)

Music can be a very good way to get close to our characters! I like doing that a lot too!

[rockyroadkylers]

happy sunday! it's been a while 🥰

i was tagged by @suseagull04 this time (and the last few times 😅 oops)

i've been very sick this week, but i'm slowly getting better, and at least i have a new WIP to show for it! this is a sequel to the New Year's Eve canon divergence fic i wrote last month, because i couldn't get it out of my head and decided i really wanted to write the morning after <3 so far it's just a whole lot of fluff — cuddles, kissing, and a little hair-washing moment, because non-sexual intimacy owns my entire heart 🥺

Alex learns that Henry gives fucking amazing scalp massages when he shyly asks if he can wash Alex’s hair; he looks so hopeful that Alex is helpless to do anything but accept, and he ends up being glad he did. He’s always liked having his hair played with, and Henry very quickly turns him into putty under his hands. “I didn’t think it was possible for a human being to purr,” Henry teases softly, leaning down to kiss the tip of Alex’s nose before gently guiding him back under the spray to rinse the shampoo out, holding one hand over his eyes to protect them from the soapy water while his other hand works the suds out of Alex’s curls. “Were you, by chance, a cat in a past life?” “Shut up,” Alex mutters halfheartedly, too relaxed to even pretend to be annoyed. “You’ve got fuckin’ magic fingers, baby. All those years of piano were good for something, I guess.”

they're just cute 🥹

sunday is almost over in most time zones, so i don't think i'll tag anyone this time, but i'll try to get to it earlier next time!

[st0r-fruit]

I have another Gakuen babysitters crossover guys, bare (bear 🐻) with me.

Spy x Family x Gakuen Babysitters crossover!

General Changes

So Instead of Youko Morinomiya (Oba-Saan) being the Chairwoman of Morinomiya Academy, she will be the Chairwoman of Eden Academy, working alongside Henry Henderson (Mr. Henderson). I'm still considering and figuring which one of them should be the higher authority.

Ryuuichi and Kotaro are still 16 and 2 years old in this crossover

Now, the manga & anime never mentioned how old is the average Emperial Scholar students, sooo I'm putting my thumb around 16-19 years old.

So that makes Ryuuichi an Imperial Scholar, of course he got that title with his own hard work (Oba-Saan is strict as heck).

There is a daycare center for staff children. Founded by Oba-Saan and led by Ryuuichi.

Teachers and Staff of Oba-Saan also works there and left their children in the daycare center.

Context in School

So, of course, Ryuuichi and Kotaro got adopted by Oba-Saan (canon)

Which automatically puts him in the academy.

Ryuuichi has only become an Imperial Scholar for 3 months, last 6 months spent studying and getting Stella Stars.

He has 8 Stella Stars from good grades and contributing to society and providing special services supported by the school and 1 Tonitrus Bolt from punching a same-grade student as a defense for himself and the toddlers.

The Stella Stars comes from him leading the daycare center, raising fundraisers for the less fortunate, doing bake-sales and doing general services (Although he was confused on why doing general services are a big deal, like? It's normal?)

Ryuuichi is busier than usual, so he left Kotaro most of the time with Saikawa-san, but as soon as he gets free time, he will bring carry Kotaro everywhere. (he loves and misses his baby brother okay? 🥺🥹)

Plot aligning with Spy x Family

A normal day in class, with Mr. Henderson being the teacher.

It's homeroom class (not sure if that existed in spy x family), and Mr. Henderson announced a program that they will all attend. Right now.

Said program is a group sessions q & a with 10 Imperial Scholars on how to get Stella Stars and avoid Tonitrus Bolts (because he thinks the students these days are lazy and lack of Eden spirit-y).

He has invited 10 Imperial Scholars to the program.

Said Imperial Scholars get in the room. The class has 50 students (according to some people, I'm just using this as a reference.), so they split 5 students to each Imperial Scholars.

Anya, Becky, Damian, Emile & Ewen gets into one group, with the usual arguments and Damien being a tsundere and grumpy.

Then, Mr. Henderson paired them with the scholar none other than **drum roll please** Ryuuichi Kashima!

To put it short, Ryuuichi tells his experience about being an Imperial Scholar, ways to earn Stella Stars and more.

Then, they started to hangout more often if they see each other in-between breaks.

Spoiler alert‼️ Ryuuichi has now 5 gremlins to look out for and he loves them very much :))) (The Eden five also loves him back ofc)

I have many more ideas and headcanons, do tell in the comments or reblog if you wanna hear more! :DDD

[awesome-opossum-after-hours]

stranger things rewatch details/thoughts pt 3 (s3 ep1-s3 ep8)

-El kept the baby mask from her sister and its up in her room!

- she also has a large poster of a bird on a beach

- the first store when they walk into Starcourt has a very creative name. "Camera Repair"

- the girl behind Max in the movie theater is MAD annoyed at them. they talk (before the movie starts), and she shushes them. they pass snacks, and she shushes them. rude

-the Scoops Ahoy menu sign quite literally calls it an "Ocean of Flavors"

-i wonder if Will remembers much of the events of s2, or at least the possesion/exorcism. it seems to flood back to him in the theater

-ah wait, Yurtle WAS relocated! totally forgot, could've sworn he was a goner.

-poor "lard-ass". hope he's okay

-Hopper's hatred of Mike is too funny I kinda hope it continues, even if he does loosen up

-god Hopper reminds me so much of my dad. he went as him for Halloween a few years back, and I was s3 El :)

-did Dustin follow Steve's advice in getting Suzie? pretend not to care?

-a buck 25 for a scoop of ice cream sounds fantastic

-a lot of cosplayers forget this with "Scoops Ahoy" Robin but the letters on the You Rule/You Suck board are multicolored. red underneath, black traced slightly off. in Graphics that's a technique used to create a 3D effect, and I'd like to think that was her intention bc she seemed that artsy :)

-God I adore how much you can see the amount of love in Hop's eyes when he's watching Joyce help a customer. when will someone look at me like that oml

-Joyce and Bob were watching Fraiser in the flashback

- Mike has some serious nerve telling the father of his girlfriend and the goddamn Chief of Police that he's a "lying piece of shit"

-Max calls Lucas "Don Juan" 🥺

-if you watch the first Russian message scene with English captions it gives away what it says lmao

-Hopper joyfully singing along to You Don't Mess Around With Jim owns my heart

-Steve already HAD chesthair in s3. you can see it if he leans over in the Scoops uniform ;) do with that what you will

-Lucas is continuing his streak of winning Max back after her dumping him. 6 and 0

- when El and Max are playing the spying version of Spin the Bottle, the people on the wheel are Dustin, Mr Clarke, Mrs Wheeler, Mr Wheeler, Steve, Nancy, and (of course) Billy

- Will's persona of "Will the Wise" is a LOT more assertive than he normally is. bet that'll come in clutch in s5

- Hopper has no shame opening the door in just a towel lmao

- happy screams...

-Max using the iconic 80s phrase "ugh, gag me with a spoon!"

- I completely forgot the whole "Dustin wanting Steve and Robin to date" thing happened before s4

-Robin was apparently a theater kid (which made her "weird" in the Old Steve's standards). she also played soccer

-still not over how Mike and Lucas mock Will's DnD game and act all bored with it and then continue to play DnD really seriously in high school

-the whole "Robin being a lesbian and Steve her emotional support himbo" decision really WAS last minute bc there's a few hints pretty early in the season that would normally lead to 2 characters eventually falling in love (aka- on the rooftop of Starcourt when they have to duck down to avoid the Russians, Steve and Robin do the whole "unintentionally holding hands in danger" thing)

-the way Billy is standing and acting in the scene in Heather's house is INSANELY similar to Henry Creel in the rainbow room (down to the creepy smile and the hands clasped in front)

-Hopper breaks the mayor's nose. guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, blood relation or not

- "if you die, I die" - said Dustin, with total seriousness, to Steve. this better NOT be foreshadowing

-when El wears Sarah's hairtie as a bracelet, it covers up her number tattoo

-oh my GOD Jonathan getting whacked with the hospital stool looked WAYYYYY more brutal than I remember... how the hell did he not get paralyzed

-at first i thought that Hopper's eventual escape route from the machine explosion was adding afterwards for Plot Armor, but that's not true! when the Scoops Troop is running from the Russians they take the same escape route underneath the machine

-the door out to Murray's wonderful little "backyard" says "Keep Door Closed"

-I don't blame Alexei, cherry slurpees are far superior to strawberry

-Erica being a total math genius is something that HAS to be brought up again

-when Robin spits in the Russian's face, he says "you're going to regret that, suchka". suchka, translating in the subtitles as "little bitch"

-after the hospital, everyone must've taken a well needed shower before heading to Hop's cabin

-i would die for Karen Wheeler's FunFair dress

-can we talk about the fact that other than El, Dustin is the only kid to ever K1LL SOMEONE??? I mean maybe he just got wiped out but that Russian doctor looked very not alive

-did Todd ever get his car back

-the answer is hopefully no. screw Todd, Steve's her daddy now

-I think if I had to choose one of these monsters to NEVER have to fuck with ever it'd be the flesh monster. sure Vecna can kill you from your own mind but something about fighting melted humans/rats feels so very wrong and traumatizing

-Steve's been in a vehicle poorly driven by children twice

-if Joyce doesn't stick to this Detective Byers plan in s5 I'm gonna cry

-also I need to physically SEE the Enzo's date, even if it's a flashback

-Dustin and Erica staying at the hill means that they had no way of knowing if the Griswold Family was alive, or whether or not Steve and Robin were headed on a su1c1de mission

-I'd be shittin me britches if i was in that mall no lie

- the flesh monster mind flayer must have some sort of eyes in its tentacles because it tried to catch a mannequin that was wearing El's outfit

-662608004 was the code Murray wrote, but the real password was 662607004. all he got wrong was the 7. come on Bald Eagle

-they straight up left Max, El, and Mike at the mall

-according to Hopper, gunfire is the universal language for "EVERYBODY OUT!"

-Max and Billy lived on 4819 Cherry Hill Lane

-on that TV ad, when they suggest a rise in Satanism is cursing the town, they zoom in on a Dungeon Master's Handbook

-the epilogue says it's 3 months after the 4th of July, AKA October. but it's implied that the party is still just them, so maybe they joined the Hellfire Club in the middle of the year

-Dustin doesn't wear his hat when he's sad

-someone actually bought the Byers' house. fuck that, man I'd firmly believe it's cursed

-was El staying in Will's room? because she's seen packing up her stuff but the Byers only had a 3 bedroom house

-we all know that Steve wears lipgloss this season but I'm also convinced that Mike is in the epilogue

-Mike didn't seem to enjoy that goodbye kiss as much as he was expecting...

[moonlight-alphafemale]

since you gave me this idea... can you write hcs for henry about him being in littlespace, him telling the reader that he's a little and the reader taking care of him and getting stuff for him? sorry I am bad at descriptions-

Yes ❤

Agere headcanons

—Henry Legolant—

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General—

He's really young, usually 2–6 years old.

He's a good little boy, most of the time.

He's super quiet. Rarely ever speaking unless he really needs something.

Henry is extremely clingy when he's little, always wanting to cuddle with you.

He's a shy little thing, hiding behind you when other people come around and clinging to your shirt.

He also follows you everywhere while clutching your shirt sleeve.

He always wants you by his side. If you leave him alone for too long he'll throw a fit until you return.

He always has a smile on his face, he loves getting to finally having the childhood that he never got 🥺

Henry is surprisingly very easy to care for, happy with simply coloring quietly in his and playing with toys.

He refuses to sleep unless you sing to him.

Short story under the cut ;)

“Henry~ It's bath time...” You muttered, peaking into Henry's room.

“Nooo....!” Henry looked up from his animal themed coloring book. “I don... wanna...”

Henry pouted as you scooped up Henry into your arms with ease. “It's important for you to stay clean...”

“Noo...ooo” Henry whined defiantly. Henry held onto you like a baby koala as you carried him into the bathroom and gently sitting him on the bathroom counter.

You grabbed started running the bath water, heading back to Henry's room to gather his pajamas.

“There's no... bubbles...” Henry said, staring at the rushing water. You smiled, ruffling Henry's hair.

“That's because I haven't put them in yet...” You said, opening the cabinet and pouring some soap into the running water. Henry clapped happily as the bathtub quickly filled with suds.

You turned off the water before turning your attention back to the regressed boy. “Alright Henry, it's time to get in...”

“Ok...” Henry muttered as you pulled his shirt over his head and setting aside before doing the same to his pants and underwear. You guided Henry over to the bathtub and helped him sit down. Henry smiled brightly, playing around with the soap suds in the water.

“Here come all your friends~” You said, dumping a small box of rubber duckies and other rubber animals into the water. Henry giggled happily as the small animals splashed into the water.

“This one... will... always... be my... favorite...” Henry said slowly, holding up his white and blue polka dotted rubber ducky. You allowed Henry play with his toys while you washed his messy blue hair.

“Can you wash yourself for me?” You asked, handing Henry a bath sponge. Henry smiled and nodded happily. “Of course... mama...!”

Henry washed himself as you rinsed out all of the shampoo out of Henry's hair. “There we go... All clean!”

“Ya! All... clean...!” Henry smiled pridefully, looking up at you with wide, golden eyes. “Did I... do... good Mama...?”

“Yes honey... You did very good...” Henry squeezed his eyes closed as you playfully kissed his forehead.

You drained the water from the tub, and carried Henry out of the tub. After drying him off and thoroughly blow drying his hair, you dressed him up in a fluffy blue onesie with some matching blue song bird socks.

You carried the regressed little back into his room, gently placing him down in his bed. Henry sucking his thumb slightly but you quickly replaced his finger with his favorite blue pacifier with white stars.

“Time to get some sleep sweetheart...” You said in a motherly tone, gently stroking Henry's fluffy hair. You handed Henry his favourite white teddy bear with a blue bow, lightly kissing his cheek. “Good night sweetie...”

“But... Bluey needs... a kiss... too...” Henry whined, holding up let fuzzy white bear. You chuckled lightly and placed a gentle kiss on the bear's nose.

“Now.. Goodnight Henry, get some sleep...” You said, turning on his nightlight.

“Goodnight... mama...” Henry said, closing his eyes and going to sleep. You watched him for a moment before turning around and leaving the room.

[elettralightwood]

200 pages ✨

Like, he’s pretty sure he’s straight. Sure babes 🫶 Straight people, he thinks, probably don’t spend this much time convincing themselves they’re straight. Lmao 💀 No cause Alex falling face first because he was having horny thoughts about Henry is top tier 🫡 "Prince Henry is a biscuit,” Nora says, “let him sop you up." NORA OH MY GOD ☠️ "He likes you. He’s freaking out." I wanna cry myself to sleep 🙂 Jealous Alex is so hot pls 😮‍💨 Amy my beloved 🫶 His suit is black, smooth, elegant. Perfect. Alex wants to rip it off. Honestly, same 😌 His footsteps stutter, as if he’s thinking of making a run for it. Alex is not above a flying tackle. I would pay real money to witness this 💀 Henry, the prince. Henry, the boy in the garden. Henry, the boy in his bed. Poetry ✍️ There’s something about the two of them, the way they ignite at different temperatures, Alex’s frenetic energy and Henry’s aching sureness. Idk why i love this sentence so much 👏 Alex is living for it, watching Henry come undone, letting him be whatever he needs to be while alone with Alex behind a locked door. No cause the "be whatever he needs to be" got me crying 😀 Henry rolls over onto his back. Alex’s body wants to follow and tuck into his side, but he stays where he is. DUMB BITCH 🤺 His eyes flicker down to Alex’s hip, where it’s bared above the sheet, and he says as much to himself as to Alex, “I am very, very gay.” HORNY JAIL 🚨 he throws his head back and laughs, and it’s only him, the nerdy, neurotic, sweet, insomniac rich guy who constantly sends Alex photos of his dog, and something slots into place. Y'all i feel tears coming 🙂 "people are writing fan fiction about y’all" so real 💯 I absolutely loved how panicked Alex was during and after the polo match 🤭 OH WE GOT BUTTERCREAM INVOLVED ALRIGHT 🧁 Alex’s heart goes so fucking weird that he has to put his head in his hands for a full minute. Just like me reading this book 🤝 Henry my baby 🥺 All on board the Remus is gay train 🚂 Aw Alex being proud of his sexuality 🥹 binds Henry’s wrists to a hotel bedpost with his own necktie OH DAMN ALRIGHT 👔 "I did get both of the gay kings,” Henry points out. “There’s a prophecy for you.” Another iconic line 🙇‍♀️ BABY 😭 I'm literally gonna protect Henry and Bea for the rest of my life 🫂 also Alex and June 🫂 and Alex wants so badly to see the shadows of expressions moving across his face, to be able to touch them with his fingertips STFU 🤧 June really said "babes u really thought u were hiding it well?" 🫵 You have so much in you, it’s almost impossible to match it. But he’s your match, dumbass. 🥹 it’s not my fault he’s a mysterious and retiring young royal and you’re the tempestuous ingénue that caught his eye Speaking nothing but the truth 🫡 Shaan sweetheart 🫶 "Say good morning to your strumpet, Henry.” “Good morning, strumpet,” Henry says, glancing away from the road to wink at the camera. That's a powerful bottom right here 🫵 Alex feels calmer knowing somewhere in Wales, Henry got a decent night’s sleep. Crying and screaming 👹 I'm sorry what happened to Rafael 20 years ago??? 🤨 Hoe Dameron 💀 Cash 🥹 Come back to me when you’re done being flung through the firmament, you lost Pleiad. STFU??🤧 I’ve already been in the royal box ALEX PLS 💀 Philip is such a dickhead, i hate it sm 🤬 I'M SORRY WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK???? RAFAEL???

THE RED ROOM SCENE AND THE ONE RIGHT AFTER Y'ALL OH MY GOD I'M HYPERVENTILATING

“I’m going to die,” Henry says helplessly. “I’m going to kill you,” Alex tells him. “Yes, you are,” Henry agrees. I just love them so much 🫡

Reading the emails giggling and kicking my feet and then remembering they get leaked and i find myself crying and sobbing 💃

Henry sinks to his knees on the white marble and looks up at Alex with big, blue, bottomless eyes, and Alex doesn’t know a word in any language to describe it. He forgets they don’t spend the night. So, they do. He discovers Henry sleeps curled up on his side, his spine poking out in little sharp points that are actually soft if you reach out and touch them, very carefully so as not to wake him because he’s actually sleeping for once. In the morning, room service brings up a copy of Le Monde that Alex makes Henry translate out loud. They're keeping it casual guys!! No feelings involved!!

But Perfect Stoic Prince Charming laughs when he comes, and texts Alex at weird hours of the night: You’re a mad, spiteful, unmitigated demon, and I’m going to kiss you until you forget how to talk. And Alex is kind of obsessed with it. Keeping it so casual!!!!

GUYS THE PHASE "NO FEELINGS INVOLVED" IS OVER, I REPEAT, THE FEELINGS ARE VERY MUCH INVOLVED 🗣️

Was the phone call where they talk about Bea and Henry's dad and Henry and Alex's childhoods written specifically to shatter my heart in millions of tiny little pieces or what?? No cause it worked.

He looks down at the magazine and feels the corner of his mouth tug upward. “He looks so different,” he says after a long minute, gazing down at the baby Henry on the page and his easy, unfledged sureness. “I mean, like, obviously. But the way he carries himself.” His fingertips brush the page in the same place they did when he was young, over the sun-gold hair, except now he knows its exact texture. It’s the first time he’s seen it since he learned where this version of Henry went. “It pisses me off sometimes, thinking about everything he’s been through. He’s a good person. He really cares, and he tries. He never deserved any of it.” I really don't have anymore tears you guys please :D

THE KARAOKE SCENE AND WHAT HAPPENS RIGHT AFTER??? AND THE SLEEPY CUDDLES??? AND THE MORNING AFTER???? Y'ALL 😭😭😭

The moment you first called me a prick, my fate was sealed. O, fathers of my bloodline! O, ye kings of olde! Take this crown from me, bury me in my ancestral soil. If only you had known the mighty work of thine loins would be undone by a gay heir who likes it when American boys with chin dimples are mean to him. HENRY OH MY GOD 💀

Reading Red White and Royal Blue and reacting every 100 pages ❤️💙

[harrysfolklore]

hiihii can u do an ig concept with katya elise henry pls? I love her hehe thank u pretty! have a great day!💘

this is different from the insta blurbs i’ve done before and i’m nervous about it but i hope you like it ! tell me your thoughts please

ask me anything | masterlist | likes and reblogs are appreciated !

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yourinstagram While everyone has fun at Love on Tour, squish and I enjoy the livestreams at home 🤍

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harryfan1 awww 🥺

gemmastyles I love you both so much

harryfan2 i still can’t believe harry is going to be a dad

harrystyles I miss you and squish so much, I can’t wait to be home with you x

↳ harryfan2 harry wrap up the tour already and go home to your wife and kid i beg

DURING THE SHOW

“Cologne! Is everyone having a good time so far?” Harry walked down the catwalk, looking around the room full of feather boas, heart shaped sunglasses and rainbow flags “I’m personally having a great time, it’s been about almost 4 years since I’ve toured in Europe and I’m having the most wonderful summer playing for you all” He said as he put his hand on his heart, making his fans look at him in awe.

“However, I tend to get homesick sometimes, you see, my wife has reached the final stage of her pregnancy so she’s not on the road with me unfortunately, she wanted to come but the bump is so big now it’s a bit uncomfy for her” a couple of his fans let out a sad sigh at his confession that didn’t fail to catch his attention “I know, I know, I miss her so much” and then the idea popped in his head “But what if I try calling her right now? Maybe she can show you her bump”

It’s safe to say that the arena erupted in screams and cheers, his fans getting excited over the chance of seeing YN, the woman their favorite artist was in love with and they’ve grown to love over the years. “Let’s see if she picks up, sometimes she takes long naps because she’s more tired than usual” He walked to the back of the stage where his assistant was ready to hand him his phone, with the device in hand, he tapped on his wife’s contact and called her, as smile on his face as he listened to his fans chant “YN, YN, YN”

“Okay looks like she’s not picking up” Harry told the audience after a few rings without any reply from his wife “She must be rest- Ohh there she is, hi darling!” He smiled widely when his wife’s face finally popped on the screen, her face bare of any makeup, looking gorgeous as usual.

“Hi H, aren’t you in the middle of a show right now? It’s all good?” She greeted with a small frown on her face, taken back by his sudden call. “Everything’s alright, honey, I was just wondering if you could show your bump to our friends here in Cologne” He said with a boyish look on his face, not ashamed of how much he loves showing his wife off.

“My bump? Mm’kay just give a second” She said as she flipped the camera around and adjusted her position so her bump was visible. “There it is! My baby is in there!” Harry almost yelled into the microphone, moving his phone around so the audience could catch a glimpse of his wife’s bump, smiling when it was shown on the big screen of the arena

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harryupdates Harry showing YN’s bump to the audience tonight, the cutest moment ever 🥺

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harryfan1 AHHH MY HEART

harryfan2 somebody sedate me i still can’t believe he’s about to have a child

harryfan3 highlight of the entire tour

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harrystyles Love On Tour. Cologne. July, 2022.

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harryfan1 HARRYYYYY

anthonypham 🥶🥶🥶

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↳ harryfan2 she knows what she’s doing

↳ harryfan3 she’s god’s chosen one

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[honeybadgerwritings]

Let Me Teach You

Pairing: Peter Ballard x Fem!Reader

Requested: 001 (henry creel) 34, 35, in comfort, and 37 in smut I feel like those sentences could make a really hot hurt and comfort smut 🥵 pretty please with extra cherries and sprinkles on top 🥺

Prompts: “Shh, just look at me baby.”

“I know, baby, I know. I’m right here, just breathe.”

“Let me teach you.”

Warnings: Smut, Overstimulation, hint of Voyeurism, first time,

Summary: Super long PWP with you and Peter 😘

A/N: I usually refer to 001 as Peter instead of Henry, so that’s what I’ll be doing in this fic. Hope that’s okay! It’s mentioned in this fic that reader is an adult. I’m writing this with the mindset that she’s around 20/21. Thank you for reading! Also not proof read!

18+ Content So Minors DNI

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Sometimes you think back to the lack of freedom and education that you were given in Hawkins Lab and it makes you shudder. It really was a nightmare. You were never allowed to shower alone, you couldn’t make any noise once you’d entered your room, you couldn’t go anywhere without the orderlies watching your every move, and nobody ever taught you anything that didn’t have to do with your powers. They would only throw you in the rainbow room filled with a bunch of different puzzles and children’s books for three hours a day, thinking that was all you ever needed.

And for a while it was. For the first many years of your life you were entertained by these things as most children were. But the older you became, the more tiresome you grew of them. You wanted to learn something else. Something more. Something new.

That’s why you befriended Peter so quickly. Being a fully grown adult and knowing nothing more than the words you’ve read in children’s books was frustrating to you, and he could see that. He would always enjoy teaching you new things, new words, and new experiences if it meant he got to see your face light up each time. It was easy to feel lonely at the lab, which is why you two found solace in each other.

After a few months, your friendship began to grow into more, and while you didn’t understand the concept of a “boyfriend” or a “relationship,” Peter was more than happy to enlighten you. But this time instead of explaining, he showed you. Sneaking into your room after lights out to talk for hours, spending more time with you than anyone else in the rainbow room, quick kisses and lingering touches when no one was paying attention. It was something new, and it made you happy.

You shake your head at the memory, eyes focusing back in on the 002 tattoo that you had on your arm. You realized that you had gotten lost in thought thinking about the lab. The two of you had escaped six months ago after you had been caught together and they tried to separate you.

After that, Peter had told you everything about his past and his powers and you were stunned to say the least, but you didn’t love him any less.

And now? The two of you were hiding out in a cabin somewhere in Maine. Peter had found a full time job working at the bakery across town, and you found a part time one at the library just down the road. You loved it. You loved being able to spend your entire day reading books and learning new things. It helped that your schedules were pretty similar.

On the days that the two of you both worked you could take the bus together, but after work you would have to walk home. You got done with work an hour after Peter did, so while he got to take the bus back home, it would unfortunately stop running before you were clocked out. You didn’t mind though, the walk was peaceful. At least, when it wasn’t winter.

Right now though you were at the front door, where your hand had been sitting on the knob for the last 5 minutes, right where your eye caught the tattoo. You sighed, shaking your head again before pushing the door open. You had expected to see Peter in the kitchen cooking dinner like he usually was when you arrived home, but he wasn’t there. Infact, he was nowhere in sight.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you heard noises coming from down the hall towards your bedroom. As you got closer you could tell that the noises were coming from Peter, he was calling out your name and he sounded in pain. You immediately worried that they had found you. The lab. And now they were in there hurting Peter. You began to panic at the thought of him laying there helplessly calling out to you. You quickly and quietly made your way to the door, pushing it open just a crack to see inside.

Peter was lying on the bed, panting and moaning. You frowned in confusion, only able to see him from the waist up. You peeked your head in just a little bit more, and you had to hold in a gasp at what you saw.

Peter had his hand wrapped around his length, and he was stroking it. His head was tipped back and his eyes were closed as he moaned your name over and over. Sweat was dripping down his temples as he moaned again,

“Fuck Y/N, you make me feel so good baby.”

You bit your lip as you realized, he was making himself feel good while thinking of you. A weird sensation formed in your lower stomach as you slowly backed away from the door, making your way back down the hallway. You opened the front door quietly, making sure he wouldn’t hear, before shutting it behind you and sitting down on the porch bench. You wanted to give him privacy, you didn’t want to let him know that you had seen him.

But you couldn’t help the blush that rose to your cheeks when you thought about what you had seen.

The way your name left his lips sounded almost angelic as he desperately bucked his hips up into his hand. The memory alone was enough to make you drool, and you rubbed your thighs together to try to ease the tension in between your legs. You had read about this somewhere, in one of the library books. It was a random one that you had picked off the shelf that seemed to be popular with some of the older moms in town. There were a lot of surprising scenes written in that book, including one that was very similar to what you had just witnessed Peter doing.

Your thoughts were abruptly interrupted as the front door swung open and Peter stepped out, looking around at first with a slightly worried look in his eyes before they eventually settled on you.

“There you are, I was starting to get worried.”

Your eyes scanned over his body, the one that had just been completely naked just moments ago, and you started to imagine that it had been you stroking him, making him feel good.

A hand waved in front of your face as you were dragged back to reality.

“Sweetheart? Are you with me?” He asked, worried. You gulped and nodded in response, standing up abruptly and stumbling. He put his arms on your shoulders to steady you, and all of a sudden you were imagining them elsewhere. You imagined him squeezing your breasts as his lips made their way down the side of your neck, desperate moans leaving your lips as you clung to him.

You snapped out of it to find him staring at you.

“I-I’m sorry... what did you say?” You stutter. He raised an eyebrow at you before pressing his hand to your forehead, checking your temperature. “I asked if you’re feeling alright...cause it sure doesn’t seem like it.” He flips his hand over, gently dragging the back of it down to rest on your reddened cheek. “I don’t think you have a temperature, but your face is still very warm.” His eyebrows furrow in confusion as he tries to determine what’s the matter with you.

“I’m okay really, I’m just...tired. From walking...you know?”

He nods slowly not really seeming convinced, but you don’t give him enough time to question you as you quickly pushed past him, rushing inside and leaving him out on the porch. He stands out there for a moment, pondering, before eventually shrugging and stepping inside, closing the door behind him.

~~~~

It’s been a couple of hours since your interaction with Peter on the porch, and you haven’t been able to make eye contact with him since. You had spent most of your time in the bedroom continuing to daydream and fantasize about Peter while trying to keep the feeling in your lower stomach at bay.

Now you were sitting at the dinner table with him, attempting to enjoy the nice dinner that he had made for the both of you. But it was hard to even think about food let alone eat it when he was just sitting so close to you. A lot closer than he normally did.

“Is something wrong with the food baby?” You heard him ask. You shake your head, taking a bite to prove your answer. You continue to eat in silence for a few more moments which is not normal for the two of you, and you both know it.

“Y/N.” You hum in response, not looking up at him. “Y/N.” He repeats, placing his hand on your shoulder, squeezing lightly. You tense up at that, your thighs pressing together once again. “Y-yes Peter?” you stutter out.

You can feel his eyes studying your form for a few moments. “I find it strange that you haven’t so much as looked at me since you got home.” He speaks lowly, hand tugging your plate of food away. You gulp nervously, and think that maybe you could ignore him for a minute longer, but he slides his fingers beneath your chin, pressing upwards until you look at him. You watch as his eyes scan over your features like he’s searching for something, speaking just moments later, “Why don’t you tell me what’s going on with you hm?”

Shaking your head, you try to look down but his fingers are ever present and you crack under his gaze, "I just- god, Peter, I’m so embarrassed-” his brows started furrowing, so you find yourself rushing the rest, "-and I don't want you to think I'm weird or anything but when I came home I saw what you were doing in the bedroom and now it feels like somethings wrong with me because I think I enjoyed watching you and- and I don’t know why I feel like this but I can’t get it to go away I’m just- I’m sorry I-” you rambled, breath picking up slightly and tears coming to your eyes in embarrassment as you tried to explain yourself.

Peter lowers his way out of his chair, crouching down in front of you to hold your face in his hands. “No...no no no sweetheart don’t cry please. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” You look at him with big doe eyes, sniffling.

“It’s not?”

He shakes his head, a pitiful smile gracing his face, “Not at all. It’s actually kind of...adorable.” He tucks a hair behind your ear, his touch causing you to shudder. This doesn’t go unnoticed by Peter and a lustful glint forms in his eyes. He trails his hand from your ear down the side of your neck, to your arm, before eventually placing it on your thigh, squeezing it lightly. Heat rises to your cheeks as you squirm beneath his touch, thighs rubbing together. He watches your reactions closely, a smirk forming on his lip as he watches you bite yours.

“P-Peter...” You stutter out, your breath hitching in your throat.

“I can help you sweetheart... I can help you feel better.” His eyes never leave yours as his thumb makes his way towards your inner thigh, gently stroking, “Is that what you want?”

You nod slowly, “I-It is but... I don’t know how to-”

“Let me teach you.” He cuts you off, his other hand stroking your cheek, “Let me teach you something new hm? I know you like it when I teach you things.”

A quiet, desperate whimper leaves your lips at his words and your legs begin to tremble underneath his touch. You take a deep breathe before answering with a nod,

“Yes please.”

Peter smiles, standing up and offering his hand to you. You instantly take it, following him to the bedroom. He closes the door behind the two of you and spins around to find you standing in the middle of the room, eyes to the floor and twiddling your thumbs nervously. Peter chuckles at the sight of you, and you look up at him innocently.

“Why don’t you lie back on the bed for me sweetheart?” Peter asks sweetly. You nod, doing as he says. Once you’re situated he climbs on top of you, his lips immediately findings yours. This you were used to. You could spend all day kissing Peter with your hands tangled in his hair and you’d have absolutely no complaints. But then he started moving out of comfortable territory. His lips made their way from yours, down your jawline and eventually to your neck, where he began to gently suck and nibble at your skin.

You were tense at first, unsure of what to do, where to put your hands, how you should react. You were so...nervous. Peter glanced up at you, taking this in. He gently grabbed your wrists, maneuvering them so they were wrapped around him and resting on his back. His head dipped down against your cheek, placing a chaste kiss there before murmuring, “Don’t think so much, just let your body take control.”

His lips find their way to your neck once again, and you began to relax, tilting your head back to give him more access. Your hands roamed his back as breathless pants and whines left your lips while he marked you. You could tell that he relished in the pretty little noises that you were making, as gentle moans made their way from his mouth to the flushed skin of your neck. It wasn’t long before red and purple hickeys decorated your skin and Peter pulled back, admiring his work.

“What a pretty sight you are.”

You blushed heavily once again at his words before you pulled him back down to you, your lips meeting his once again. His hands began to roam your body, making their way from your face, down your chest, eventually resting on your hips.

“Is it okay if I start to remove your clothes darling?” He asks you gently. You bite your lip nervously, unsure if you were ready for that. “I don’t want to do anything that you’re uncomfortable with.” He adds, giving you a reassuring smile as he places a comforting kiss to your temple. You ponder for another moment before a burst of courage surges through you and you nod.

He tuts his tongue in response, reaching up to stroke your cheek. “How about we use our words hm?” He states, a stern tone added to his voice. You take a breath before responding with a very meek, “Yes Peter.”

He smiles, satisfied, before leaning in to kiss you again, murmuring a small “Good girl” against your lips. He slowly guided the hem of your shirt up and over your head, leaving you in your jeans and your t-shirt bra. His mouth practically watered at the sight of your breasts.

You whimper pathetically in response to his gaze, and he gently reaches around you to unclasp the hooks of your bra, pulling it from your body. He stares down at your breasts in awe, reaching up to fondle them in his hands as you bite back a moan.

“God you’re so fucking perfect.” He murmurs, leaning down and taking your right nipple into his mouth, gently sucking as his tongue circles around it. He looks up at you while he fondles your other breast, watching you fall apart underneath him. You were writhing, your hands running through his hair as content little hums left your lips. He switches positions, giving your other breast some attention before he starts to make his way further down, from the valley between your breasts and down your stomach, eventually reaching the hem of your pants.

He delicately unbuttons them and wraps his fingers around the hem. He pauses for a moment to look up at you with smirk before he drags them down your thighs, taking your panties with them. A gasp of surprise leaves your lips, realizing you’re now completely bare in front of Peter. His eyes somehow manage to grow even more lustful as he stares at your drooling cunt.

“Is this all for me?” He asks leaning forward, his breath hot against your core as he swipes a finger up your slit. Your hips buck up and a strangled moan escapes your throat when he does so. “You poor thing, you’ve been this worked up for hours haven’t you?” His thumb gently circles your clit and you can only mewl in response, hips bucking again.

“I’m gonna make it all better baby. I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

That’s the last thing he says to you before he licks a long strip from your weeping hole all the way up to your clit, beginning to suckle on the sensitive little nub. You gasp sharply, thighs attempting to close around his head but pushes them back apart, holding them still.

You desperately try to cling onto something, anything; eventually settling for Peters hair. You tug on it, holding on for dear life as he eats you out. His bright blue eyes watch your reactions intently from between your legs as you completely fall apart. He’s locked onto the way that your eyes roll back into your head, moaning and panting his name repeatedly from those cute lips.

He begins to prod one finger at your hole, gently circling the tip around your soaked entrance. Your eyes widen in realization and you tense up immediately. Peter pauses, pulling his finger away slightly, gauging your reaction.

“I’m just going to stretch you out a bit okay sweetheart? Want to get you nice and warmed up to take my cock.” You blush at the way he worded it, and nod nervously. He slowly pressed his finger against your hole once again, “It’s going to be uncomfortable at first but I promise I’ll be gentle okay?” You nod once again and his eyebrows furrow, his grip on your one thigh tightening. “Words baby. Use your words.”

“Y-Yes Peter.”

He wastes no time before slowly pressing his finger inside of your tight hole. You squirm in discomfort at first while he pulls his finger out, only to slowly thrust back in.

“God you’re so fucking tight Y/N...you have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

You bite your lip to prevent the whine attempting to leave them. You feel him dip his head down once more as he begins to suck and swirl his tongue around your clit again, distracting you from the discomfort. After a few more moments of thrusting you began to enjoy the feeling of being stretched out around his finger. “M-more please Peter...I want more.” You beg, almost pathetically.

“Such a polite little thing you are. Of course my love, you’re taking me so well already.” He prods another finger at your hole, sliding it in very easily as he goes back to attacking your clit with his mouth. This time the stretch burns, but in a good way, and your hips buck up to meet his hand once again. You begin to feel an intense sensation building in your lower stomach as your moans start to grow louder and louder.

“O-oh god Peter, it feels so good I-I...”

He hums in response against your clit as he thrusts a third finger inside of you. Your hands grip his hair harshly, sweat drips down your face, and your muscles begin to tighten as the pressure in your core builds to a climax. The hand that had been holding your thighs apart slid up to your lower stomach and pressed down lightly.

And just like that you were too far gone.

Choked out moans and pants leave your pretty little lips as you come hard around his fingers, your drooling cunt pulsing around them.

“Shh, shh," he hushes you. “There you go baby, all over my fingers. Such a messy little thing you are...” He continues finger fucking you through your orgasm, his thumb circling your clit. Eventually though it’s too much, you’re too sensitive.

You squirm away from him, whining, and he shushes you as he gently removes his fingers from your poor sensitive little cunt. “Alright baby, alright. It’s okay.” He says to you, before licking your cum off of his fingers, relishing in the taste of you. He slowly climbs back up your body, hovering over the top of you as he slams his lips against yours. You begin to undo the buttons of his shirt, and you can feel how hard he is through his pants as he grinds down against your leg, causing you to gasp. He smirks down at you, gauging your reaction.

“You see what you do to me baby? You feel how fucking hard you make me?” You nod innocently, the thought of him being inside of you almost making you drool. He sits up, straddling you as he removes his shirt and begins to undo his buckle, before sliding his pants and then his boxers down his legs, until he too is completely naked.

You stare in awe as his cock bobs out of his boxers. It was throbbing red and the tip was glistening with precum, he was a decent size and it was so....so thick. You knew that the stretch would most certainly burn more that it did with his fingers. This time as you were staring at it, you actually began to drool and he chuckles at you. You watch him lean over to the bedside table, pulling out a little square packet, tearing it open and rolling the rubber content from inside over his cock. You didn’t know what it was, you didn’t care. You would ask about it later because the only thing you cared about right now was him.

He slowly crawls back on top of you, resting his forehead against yours. He makes sure you’re still fully into this by asking you, “Are you sure you want this sweetheart?” You nod eagerly, pulling him into a kiss as you feel him lining up his cock with your already ruined cunt.

He pulls his lips from yours and gauges your reactions as he slowly begins to push his cock inside of you, your walls attempting to adjust to him. You hiss in pain, tears pricking your eyes as you grip Peter tightly, nails digging into his back.

“P-Peter i-it hurts...”

He moans at how tight you are around him, but is more focused on your comfort than his own pleasure. “I know, baby, I know. I’m right here, just breathe.”

He pushes his cock the rest of the way inside of you, just barely bottoming out as his balls rest against your ass cheeks. You groan and whimper in pain as you try to adjust to his size. Your cunt flutters and pulses around him, still sensitive and he groans. “God sweetheart, you’re so fucking tight around me. Taking me so well. You tell me when you want me to move okay baby?”

You gasp out in pain as he shifts just slightly inside of you and you nod, “Y-yes Peter.”

He leans down, pressing his lips to yours in an attempt to distract you from the pain. His lips feel soft and warm against yours, and they taste like the vanilla chapstick that he loves so much. His hands reach up to cup your face lovingly as you make out, and you smile into the kiss.

After a few more moments of kissing, you nod your head to him, signaling for him to start moving. And he does, very slowly. It definitely still hurts, enough to make the tears that were pricking at your eyes fall down your cheeks. A small pained cry leaves your lips as he thrusts again and again.

“Shh, just look at me baby,” He whispers, continuing to stroke your cheek, “You’re doing so good for me, taking me so fucking well. I don’t know what I did to deserve you but your perfect, you’re so fucking perfect. It’s like you were made for me. I love you so fucking much.” He rambles, pecking your face in between every sentence until you begin to giggle.

“I love you too Peter- ah!”

You were cut off by a moan as he thrusted deep inside of you once again, the pain beginning to dissipate, slowly being replaced with pleasure. A smirk forms on his face as he thrusts into the exact same spot, causing you to mewl in response.

“There we go darling....feels nice doesn’t it?” He asks you, “I’ve been waiting for so long to fuck you like this and ruin your pretty little cunt. I’d touch myself every day when I got home just imagining I was fucking you.”

Your eyes roll back again at his words and you moan, “O-oh god Peter...I feel so full.” He grunts into your ear as he reaches down, toying with your clit again, using his thumb to circle it as his thrusts begin to pick up the pace. Your hips desperately buck up to meet his and you can feel the pressure beginning to build again.

“God you’re so fucking tight baby, I’m so close, so fucking close.” He pants, leaning his forehead against yours. He starts rubbing your clit even faster and his thrusts start to become more sloppy. Your pussy starts to pulse around him again as you grow closer and closer to the edge.

“Peter I’m gonna- oh fuck I-”

“Cum for me baby, just relax and let go for me. Let yourself feel good.”

And you do. With one final thrust of his hips inside you your vision goes white and you’re taken over by pure bliss. Your head falls back and your back arches as you cum hard all over your boyfriends cock. Peter thrusts two to three more times before he releases as well, panting and moaning as his cock twitches inside of your poor abused little pussy.

He wishes he could fill you up with his cum and watch it leak out of you while your cunt is still sensitive and pulsing, but he knows you’re not ready for that yet. Instead he slowly pulls out of you, taking off the condom and throwing it in the trash. His eyes drift over your form proudly as you lay there exhausted and out of breath.

He leans down to admire the aftermath of your cunt, and moans as he watches it continue to twitch and pulse around nothing as your hole leaks onto the bedsheets. He smirks and decides to do something a little bit evil, and cleans you up with his tongue. He’s quick to hold your legs down as he licks all of your juices up. You immediately cry out, feeling extremely sensitive and try to buck your hips away from him, to no avail.

His tongue finds its way inside your hole, fucking in and out of you just as his cock was only two minutes prior. The feeling is so intense for you and you try to shove him off with your powers, but to no avail. He was already stronger than you, and you were just a weak little thing right now. He senses your attempt however, and looks up at you pouting.

“I was just trying to clean you up darling, but it seems I’m gonna have to teach you a lesson.” He smirks at you, before pinning your hands to the mattress with a flick of his head. He re-pins your thighs down with his hands and continues his attack on your poor little hole with his tongue, occasionally circling it around your sensitive and tortured clit just to make you squirm and whine.

“P-please Peter it’s so sensitive I-I....”

“Shhhh, just one more for me baby. You can do that can’t you? You can be a good girl and give me one more.” You nod, as best as you can, wanting to please Peter as he fucks you with his tongue. Your orgasm builds a lot quicker this time and he knows it.

Peter closes his eyes as he continues to eat you out, focusing all of his energy into your poor little pussy, wanting you to cum as hard as you possible could. Your eyes widened as the pleasure grew immensely and your legs began to tremble. By this point you were yelling Peter’s name in utter ecstasy, as he forced another orgasm out of you. The feeling was so intense that you cried your way through the orgasm, your whole body trembling.

You fade in and out of consciousness for a few minutes, your body trying to play catch up with everything that had just happened. When you finally came to, the sheets had been changed, you were completely dressed in your pajamas and your hair was wet. You felt... clean.

How long were you out for?

Peter steps into the room a moment later, a towel wrapped around his waist. He hadn’t noticed you had awoken when he dropped the towel, pulling on a clean pair of boxers before crawling into bed with you. Just as he does, you roll over to face him. He looks at you in total surprise.

“I thought you had fallen asleep for the night.”

“Yeah well I thought I’d fallen asleep for 2 minutes.” He chuckles at that, pulling you into his chest. “No baby, you’ve been out for the last hour. I cleaned you up and everything...guess I really did a number on you hm?” He looks down at you, stroking your cheek as it turned a bright pink.

You’re silent for a few seconds before you look up at him. “Peter?” You ask, and he responds with a hum of adoration. “Thank you,” you whisper, tracing imaginary shapes onto the bare skin of his chest, “For everything. I love you.”

He smiles at that, pulling you in to kiss your forehead, “You know I’d do anything for you sweet girl, I love you too.”

[illicitlimerence-writes]

baby ric | d. ricciardo

pairing: dad!daniel ricciardo x reader word count: 3.5k words request: yes by bestie @tamaraudvardy "Hiyaa 🥺 I love your writing style and I just had a really cute idea . How about daniels baby boy’s first gp appearance at the aus gp? Like he is only few months old and its the medias first time seeing him and daddy ricc is just so stoked and talks about him all weekend and gives him such a boost in his driving style🥺 thank you if you do it❤️" bestie girl you always give me the sweetest, fluffiest prompts. warnings: language maybe, mentions of childbirth, dad!dan. a/n: i feel like we all need some fluffy dan content after sunday's race. also this is scheduled so pls let me know if it shows up in the tags!

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the season was off to a rough start for daniel. it was starting to take a toll on him, you could see it. as much as you tried to keep his confidence up, the brutal reality that this season might be even worse than his last was doing awful things for his mental state.

something that also had affected him was being away from his home for the longest time in a while, his home race was something he always looked forward to, no matter his result, the crowd there would support him and cheer him on no matter what. he'd been needing and missing that for the past three years, as well as the presence of his family with him. 

this year was going to be a different one. this year daniel would have more support than ever. yours, his parents and sister, niece and nephew. but there was one tiny person who recently joined his fan club. 

your baby boy, henry, was born on a sunny july morning. the day was calm, birds were chirping as you gripped daniel’s hand. he was whispering sweet words in your ear as you started pushing.

you’d been in monaco for the past month, it was hell not being able to keep supporting dan by being at his side, but your belly was too big to hide under one of his sweaters, and traveling so much could be risky at that stage of the pregnancy. so for the last month of your life you stayed behind as your little bun in the oven finished growing. daniel flew back home as soon as his last race was over, being deprived from your touch and presence for too long since you met years ago.

since no one other than your families knew about your pregnancy, you relied on them to help you the first few months of henry’s life. he was loved by everyone, and he loved them back. his father especially. daniel had never been happier, with a perfect son that he could love unconditionally, that he could teach everything he knew, that he could protect and have as many adventures with as possible. it killed him to leave you both behind after his summer break, but you two weren’t ready to share henry with the world just yet.

the off-season months were three of the best months of your life. the three of you together, cooped up in your home all day, every day. watching henry reach his seventh and eighth month mark, taking as many pictures of the father-son duo that had stolen your heart. 

the first two races of the season were completely brutal for dan, he'd called you each day, after every session and just avoided the topic, choosing instead to focus on henry. just the sight of his precious little man was enough to keep him going. but you knew it wasn't good, you knew he wasn't okay.

daniel didn't know you were coming. he was going to take his time in australia to let out all his frustrations out with his parents and sister, even though he knew there was no one in the world who could comfort him as well as you did, he didn't have the heart to face you both after his disappointing races. 

he flew home right after the second race, needing to feel the sun that saw him grow up, walk the trails that he discovered when he needed to get away from the world. no matter how much time passes, being in perth will always make him feel like a kid again. he couldn't wait to share it with his son one day.

thankfully, he didn't have to wait that long. you knew that daniel needed you, so you flew a few days ago and arrived safely in his family's home a day before he did. you didn't know how he'd react to seeing you both there.

you and henry were out in the backyard, he was sitting on your lap as you fed him a midday snack. you were making funny faces at him, opening your mouth in hopes that he'd echo your movements, feeding him the sliced up fruit you prepared for him. 

"that's my good boy, look at you. you ate all your fruit, henry!" you beamed at him, attacking his chubby cheek with kisses. he giggled, moving his tiny arms up and down as you started tickling his sides slightly. you felt your heart beating hard as you heard his little sounds, it was hard to believe sometimes, that this little perfect person was your son. "daddy's gonna be so excited to see you, my love."

logically, you knew that the chances of him understanding what you were saying were almost none, but you could've sworn that you saw his eyes sparkling brighter at the mention of his father.

"yeah, he is, he's gonna hold you sooo tight and won't let go of you," you spoke, standing up as you wrapped your arms around his frame, carrying him. henry started giggling again, a smile made its way into your face, "he'll spin you around and play with you in the mud, and you'll both have that same mischievous smile on your faces, you troublemakers!" you continued, walking around with your baby boy in your arms, tickling his sides as his laugh got louder, making you laugh as well. 

daniel thought he was dreaming. as he shut the door of the car once he arrived at his parents' house, he thought he heard your laugh. he walked up the porch steps, where his mother waited for him with open arms. as his mother closed the door behind them, once they'd stepped inside, daniel heard it again. your laugh. 

"i think i need some sleep," he mumbled under his breath, dropping his bag on the floor and walking to the kitchen.

he stopped in his tracks, thinking his mind was playing tricks on him. because on the other side of the kitchen window, he saw you.

a flowy dress on, bare feet touching the grass beneath your feet, a beautiful baby boy in your arms. the sound of your and henry's giggles mixing together brought him out of his initial state of shock.

"they arrived here yesterday," his mom told him, touching his shoulder. he didn't move, he could only keep his eyes on you, as you sat down on the grass and let henry explore around you, "go, i know you need them right now." she said, and daniel didn't think twice. he turned around and ran to the backdoor, sliding it to the side so he could step out. 

"henry," you whispered, grabbing him by his middle and turning him around, so he could see his father running toward him. you stood up with him in your arms, henry's loud, excited screaming mixed with his kicking made you smile as you started heading daniel's way so you could meet halfway. 

daniel's long arms wrapped around the both of you, pulling you so incredibly close that you could feel his heartbeat against you.

"you're here," dan whispered against your neck, feeling henry's hands on his hair, curling on his hair and tugging.

"of course we're here, we wouldn't miss it. right, henry?" you looked at your boy, stabilizing him in your arms before handing him to dan, "we're here to support daddy, isn't that right, baby?" you said, smiling at how small he looked next to his father. 

"i love you so, so, so much," daniel kissed henry's cheek over and over again, making the boy giggle, but daniel's eyes were on you. "god, i can't believe you're here," he smiled, his shoulders relaxing as he slid an arm over your shoulders and pulled you close. you stood on your tiptoes to place a kiss to his cheek, but he moved his head and your lips met his instead. you smiled into the kiss, closing your eyes as you melted into him, only to be abruptly separated by henry’s fists on your face.

“don’t be jealous, my boy, you know you’re my favorite,” you said, taking him from dan’s hold and hugging him tightly. in a matter of seconds, you felt daniel’s arms around the both of you, you leaned your head against his chest as he kissed the top of your head.

“thank you for being here,”

“of course, henry was dying to know australia,” you joked, kissing his jaw, where his two-day beard tickled your skin.

the rest of the day was spent exploring. daniel proudly introduced henry to his parents’ farm, the animals, and even sat on a tractor with henry on his lap. slowly, the gleam that was missing from dan’s eyes returned as he spent more time with the two of you. and it got better once his sister and her family arrived later that afternoon.

little isaac and his sister were captivated by henry. daniel was scared at first, that isaac especially, would be jealous of henry, given that he now had to share his uncle’s attention with the baby boy, but isaac loved henry the moment he saw him. he was gentle and loving, and wanted to share everything with him.

that first week flew by in a blissful blur, you’d missed being surrounded by daniel’s family, their warm welcome and the way they made you feel as part of the family even from when daniel first introduced you as his girlfriend years and years ago. but with the end of the week, came the discussion of what would happen next.

“i need you there,” he admitted, his hands were holding your face as you nodded, “you can stay inside the hospitality, i can let everyone know so they’ll leave you alone, but…”

“hey, it’s okay. if you want us there, we’ll be there. your family will be there as well, henry and i will be okay,”

“but the cameras, and…”

“they were going to find out anyway, and we can keep henry with his little cap and sunglasses, like the cool baby he is,” you shrugged your shoulder as you smiled, looking at the sleeping baby on the crib next to the bed. “plus, he’s just like you, he’ll love the attention,”

“that’s true,” he smiled, pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

“and this can be just a special occasion, we both want to protect him as much as we can, but you and i both know that this weekend is special for you. we want to be there for you.”

you’d gone through many different scenarios on how you’d arrive, there was the option to go with his parents, with his sister carrying henry, but that meant being away from daniel for a little while. in the end, you decided to avoid the complications and walk in as a family. the tinted windows of the car prevented anyone from looking in, which was helpful once michael, daniel’s trainer and friend, and one of the few people that knew about henry’s existence, parked the car.

“you guys ready?” he asked, you looked at daniel, who was playing with henry’s hand, a serious look on his face as he focused on his baby boy. you were both sitting in the back, with henry’s car seat between you. 

“why don’t you go ahead? we’ll be there in a few,” you replied, giving him a small smile. he nodded, understanding your words. 

“i’ll be close by in case you need anything,” you thanked him, watching as he grabbed his bags and stepped out. “bye, henry, i’ll see you in a bit,” he extended his arm, touching henry’s cheek, making your baby smile.

“you okay?” you asked once he closed the door. thankfully there weren’t many people around you.

“i’m nervous, i don’t… i don’t want to disappoint you,” he admitted. 

“oh, darling,” you cooed, placing your hand on top of his, the one he was holding henry’s hand with. “we already are so proud of you. you’re a hardworking man, you always give your best no matter what. even if you always find yourself in the back, i don’t care. as long as you enjoy doing this, as long as you choose to do what you love, i will be there. i will always be your number two fan.” you said, and his mouth twitched at your last couple of words, “because this one has already stolen my spot as number one. henry loves you so much, whenever we watch you on tv, i swear he almost wants to talk, it’s like he knows when you’re in the car they show on tv, his eyes go a little wide, his arms go up and he lets out this unbelievable shrill laugh. do you think he cares what place you’re in? he cares that it’s you, that you’re doing what you love. we will always be here for you, your 1-2.”

five minutes later, the world spotted daniel ricciardo holding his now nine-month-old son. henry’s head turns from side to side, seeing the people he’s passing by. although, under the bucket hat and sunglasses, he can’t see quite clearly. daniel’s free hand is holding yours, gripping tightly as if he fears you’ll slip away if he lets go of you even for half a second.

as you made your way through the paddock, you’re met with shocked faces from the other drivers, team members and fans. daniel shifted henry in his arms, hiding his face from the cameras.

“it’s okay, we’re almost there,” you said, turning your head towards him. he nodded.

once you reached the mclaren hospitality, you let out a deep breath. you smiled at daniel, who was hugging henry with both of his arms wrapped around the baby’s tiny frame. 

“who do we have here?” you heard a young voice, smiling as he approached you.

“this is henry. look, baby, there’s your uncle lando,” daniel said, turning henry around and removing his sunglasses. 

“wha- he- he’s yours?!” lando’s eyes went wide, eyes flying from henry, to daniel, to you.

“yeah,” daniel smiled proudly.

“whoa,” lando leaned down, the bucket hat preventing him from looking at his face directly. “hi there,” he extended his arm, grabbing the baby’s hand. you smiled, expecting henry to drop it and move on quickly. instead, he brought lando’s hand to his mouth, biting the brit’s fingers. “ow!” lando laughed.

“henry!” you giggled, removing lando’s hand from the little boy’s grip, “that’s not how we treat our friends,” you said, rubbing your knuckle against his cheek softly. “okay, daddy, you need to go get ready. say goodbye, henry,” you tried to hold henry, but daniel took a few steps back, still hugging his little baby against himself. “dan!” you laughed.

“no, he can come with me,” daniel shook his head, kissing henry’s head on top of his bucket hat. “right, baby? want to do press with me? you’ll steal all the spotlights,” he continued, bouncing the baby up and down, making him giggle.

“da!” henry exclaimed, moving his arms.

“did he just talk?” you heard next to you, seeing lando smiling.

“no, he’s just making noises,” you said, walking to your boyfriend and baby, grabbing henry and pulling him close to you, much to dan’s dismay, “his first word is going to be mommy, everything else are just noises,” you narrowed your eyes at dan, “now, go get ready. we’ll be here. you too, lando. good thing you’re together, you can keep him in check,” you tapped lando’s shoulder, taking a few steps back. “say bye daddy! we’ll see you later! bye uncle lando!” you grabbed henry’s hand and waved it.

fifteen minutes after leaving the two mclaren drivers to get ready for their friday press conference, you were approached by daniel’s pr manager, who asked you to join him for something. you were confused at first, but stood up and were about to leave henry with grace when you were stopped.

“we need you both, actually,” you frowned at his words, but picked up henry’s hat and sunglasses putting them on like the cool kid he was, and followed him.

“there’s my baby! and my babygirl,” daniel said, wrapping his arms around both of you.

“what are we doing here, dan?” you asked, even though you were already suspecting the reason why.

“well, like we discussed, i need you with me, i need you here.”

“you’re incorrigible,” you shook your head, “we’ll be back here, and if i see you getting distracted, we’re leaving, so you better be a good example for your son here,” you leaned forward, with henry perched on your hip, and pressed a quick kiss to daniel’s lips.

“of course, i’d never disappoint you guys,” he winked, right before walking onstage and sitting next to lando.

as the interviewer introduced the drivers, he immediately focused on daniel, as was expected.

“that’s a pretty big smile you’ve got there, daniel… any specific reason why?” he asked, you bit back a smile as you kissed henry’s cheek, surprised that he was staying quiet even though he was seeing his dad. 

“well, cat’s out the bag, i guess,” he said, leaning forward and looking at you, he raised his eyebrows, as if asking for permission, you nodded, giving him a thumbs up. “so, yeah, this weekend is a pretty special one for me, not only is it my home race, first home race in a while. but it’s also the very first race that my baby son is joining me for,” he had the biggest smile on his face as he said it. his eyes flew to you, causing the other drivers to do the same as well, you smiled, grabbing henry’s hand and waving at them.

that’s how the weekend went, each time a camera was shoved in his face, daniel somehow managed to mention his son. he never once mentioned his name, wanting to at least keep that bit of privacy for him. plus, all the pictures that were captured were of henry wearing his hat and shades. 

the media started naming him ‘baby ric’, which you found adorable. the first two days were already way better compared to the previous two weekends, the track seemed to suit the car, making daniel’s confidence rise.

“i really don’t care if i don’t even get a podium, i’d just like a good result for you and henry,” daniel said early sunday morning, you were eating a light breakfast on the hotel room balcony, looking out at the beach a few minutes away.

“love, do not worry about us. don’t think about anything other than enjoying what you’re doing. we don’t care if you’re first, last, if you don’t finish, we only care about your happiness. that’s the only thing that matters.” you started, getting up from your chair and walking to him, sitting on his lap, feeling his hands on your thighs, “you’ve been doing a great job all weekend, being here does wonders for you, don’t think too much about points, podiums, this is the first time our son is seeing you out there, i think the only think he’ll want to remember is how much fun his dad is having doing what he loves. he’s been having a great time watching you out there,”

“i can feel it, i can feel his, and your presence, it makes me work harder, it helps me focus and perform better. this is the best i’ve been in a while, and it’s all because you’re here with me.”

later, as you walked through the paddock holding daniel’s hand, henry perched on his hip. your baby was wearing a small mclaren cap that zak had given him the day before. normally during race day you’d keep your distance, knowing that daniel needed to be in the right headspace before a race, keep the energy flowing, the adrenaline pumping in his veins.

but that day was different, he needed to have you and henry close for as long as he could. he was busy, dividing his time between interviews for many media outlets. he had a lot of people supporting him, even got a solo interview during the driver’s parade. 

his smile was as big as ever, you could hear the excitement in his voice as he spoke, the little laugh that escaped mid-sentence. and of course, the bragging about his perfect baby boy.

“it’s been a really crazy week, we’ve obviously seen some improvement. maybe it’s track specific, or me being home, or the fact that my son is here with me, but yeah, it’s good to be back here, the crowd has been incredible all weekend. and yeah, hopefully we can give them a nice show and hopefully score some points today. that would just help my case that i need my baby with me for all the races, so, yeah, we’re in for an exciting race.”

as you sat in the mclaren hospitality, with henry in your lap, you cuddled him tighter against you. it didn’t matter how good or bad daniel’s race turned out. if he scored points or didn’t. but watching him cross the line in a respectable sixth place, you really couldn’t have asked for anything more. you were proud of him. henry was proud of him. and, neither of you knew at that time, but baby ric #2 was proud of her dad as well.

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PART 2

Pairing: Henry Cavill x female reader

Warning: FLUFF SO MUCH FLUFF, language, a smidgen of the start of some smut

You smoothed your dress down before putting a necklace on, admiring yourself in the mirror - you felt great today. Your daughter had finally slept through the night for the first time in months, which meant that you felt amazing - which was perfect for the evening, because you had yet another date with Henry.

Your daughter bounced up to you, her favourite stuffed dinosaur in her little hand, and she tugged at the hem of your dress, silently asking to come up. You lifted her to your hip with a smile and looked in the mirror with her.

She smiled, a little space between her front teeth and pointed to your reflection.

“Princess!” Her voice trilled. You chuckled and kissed her cheek.

“No, baby, that’s you!” You tickled her stomach and she wiggled in your arms with the sweetest laugh you'd ever hear.

“Are you going to be good for Anna?” You asked sternly with a smile. She nodded seriously. “We eat popcorn and watch Elsa!” She said excitedly. You kissed her forehead. “Alright, let’s go to the living room, honey.” You sat her down and she grabbed your hand, pretty much hauling you to the living room, where Anna, the 16 year old babysitter sat on the couch, a bowl of popcorn ready and Frozen on pause, ready for a chill girls night in.

“Okay, so I’ll be back around eleven, is that good?” You asked, grabbing your phone, wallets, lipstick and purse, packing it all in it. Anna nodded with a smile. “Yeah, all good.” “Great. Bath time is about seven, but you can skip it, if you guys are having too much fun with the movie. Bedtime at the latest seven thirty, okay?” Anne nodded. “You got it, boss.” She grinned wickedly. “Another date with Superman?” She wiggled her eyebrows, and you winked at her.

You knelt down in front of your daughter, who already had her mouth full of popcorn. “Can mama have a kiss?” She smooched you on the cheek, small fingers on your face, leaving small specks of salt on your cheek. “Thank you.” You kissed her as well. “Alright, Daisy, I mean it, you be good, okay? You listen to Anna.” She nodded. “Have fuuuuun!” Anna yelled as you left. You smiled and stepped down one stop from your front deck, before turning around and poking your head in. You could hear the TV playing. “Hey, call me if anything happens!” You yelled inside. “You got it!” Anna called back. “Love you, mama!” Daisy called back and you grinned. “Love you, too, kiddo.” You closed the door and ran to your car, skirting the speed limit - you were late.

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Henry was leaning against the wall of the restaurant, a dazzling smile on his face as you jogged to him with a smile. He looked like a fucking model, as usual, wearing a pair of light gray salcks and a buttoned blue shirt, his smile as bright as a star.

“Hi, darling.” His voice was like honey as he wrapped you in his arms and hugged you tightly. “Hi, babe. I’m sorry for being late, I was stressed out getting out of the house.” You said, lifting your head for a kiss. He kissed you softly and smiled. “Not a problem. Ready?” You nodded as he took your hand, leading you into the restaurant.

“How’s Daisy doing?” He asked.

You smiled softly, leaning back in your seat. He was so sweet when it came to her, even never having met her - when you had told him in a shaky voice that you had a three year old daughter at home, his face lit up in a brilliant smile and immediately asked about her. You’d been surprised at his reaction, seeing as most people didn’t exactly fawn over the idea of dating someone with a child, and you hadn't at all been expecting a man with his kind of fame to be okay with it, but he'd put all your thoughts and worry to shame. He’d always ask about her, laughed at your stories and happily looked at the drawings, you’d sometimes end up with in your purse. “She’s great. She’s flying by the other kids in the nursery and she’s so creative. I can barely keep up with the art supplies anymore.” You grinned, grabbing the glass of wine and taking a sip. He smiled. “My nephew is the same, a complete spitball. He runs circles around anybody.” He said with a smile. You smiled back. “I actually have a question about her.” He said and took your hand, kissing the back of it gently. “There’s no pressure, and I’d hate for you to feel like I’m pushing you into this, but I was wondering if I could meet her sometime.” You bit your lip. You hadn’t dared to introduce anybody to her yet. The thought of her connecting with somebody and feel a bond, and ten they’d leave, broke your heart. “I’m sorry, it was rude to ask.” He said, clearly taking your silence as an answer. “Oh, god, no, that’s not it!” You quickly replied. “I just… I want you to meet her, I really do…” You sighed. “I’m just terrified that she’ll fall in love with you as I have and then one day, you’ll be gone.” You faltered a little. He looked at you with wide eyes and an assuring smile.

“I’m not leaving, you know that, right?” He assured you. You smiled. “I’m not doubting you, I just… I want to make sure that she knows she’s loved, and if I bring in somebody who’s maybe going to disappear from her life, I…” He kissed your hand, breaking your chain of thought.

“Listen, if you're not comfortable with it, I won’t press it.” He beamed at you. “I just want to know you, all of you, and your daughter is a part of that. We can ease into it, I just want to let you know that I’d love to meet her.” You smiled softly at him.

“Have I told you lately that I love you?” You asked. He winked at you. “I can stand to hear it again.”

“I love you.” His face lit up.

Your phone rang, and you looked at the display - Anna was calling. “I’m sorry, can you hang on for a second?” He nodded as you picked up, a surge of worry going through your body - you could count on one hand how many times Anna had called while babysitting.

“Anna? Is everything okay?” “Uh, hi, Y/N… Uhm, yeah, mostly, but Daisy’s been feeling a little off the last hour.” You felt your hands go cold. “Oh, no.” Anna sounded worried. “I just took her temperature, and it’s at 102.2. I think you should come home.” You sighed and nodded. “Give her some Tylenol, I’ll be there as fast as I can.” You hung up and Henry looked at you with concern. “IS everything okay, love?” “Yeah, no, I’m not sure. Uhm, Daisy’s spiked a fever and…” You drew a deep breath. “I’m really sorry, but I need to get home.” He smiled and got up, waving the waiter over. “You don’t have to apologise. How’re you going to get home?” You groaned, remembering the two and a half glasses of wine, you’d managed to get down.

“Fuck. Uhm, I’ll call a cab…” He shook his head as he paid.

“I can drive you, if you’re okay with it? It’ll be faster than a cab.” You nodded. “Alright. Thank you, Henry.”

He drove, his hand on your thigh the whole way and stilled the engine in front of your house. He got out and opened the door for you. He looked a little weary as you got out of the car - you were halfway inside before turning back to look at him as he stood next to your car. “Uhm, I could actually need your help. Do you mind coming in? It’s totally fine, if you don’t…” He smiled reassuringly and jogged to you, grabbed your hand and kissed your cheek.

“Lead the way.”

You almost ran inside, Henry in tow, and you saw Anna cuddling Daisy on the couch. Anna looked at you gratefully, but her expression turned to surprise as she saw Henry behind you. “I, oh, uhm…” You walked to them and grabbed Daisy, holding her tightly in your arms. “Hi, baby.” “Mama…” She sounded so weak it made your heart hurt. You turned to Anna. “You gave her Tylenol?” She nodded. “I gave her a shower before I called you and tried to get her to drink something, but she only wanted to drink apple juice, so I let her. I hope that’s okay.” Her eyes darted back to Henry, who stood in the doorway to the living room. “Oh my god, no, don’t worry, you’ve done all the right things.” You said with a reassuring smile at Anna. “You can go home, Anna. Thank you.” she nodded and got up, smiling nervously at Henry. “Hi, mr. Cavill. Nice to meet you.” He gave her a dazzling smile and took her outstretched hand, shaking it. Anna looked like she was about to pass out. “Likewise.” Daisy's head popped up at the sound of his voice and she looked tiredly around the room until she found him. “Who are you?” She asked, completely brazen. You grinned, feeling your nerves settle a little - she wasn’t too sick to be straight forward or noticing a stranger in the room. He smiled softly. “I’m Henry. I’m your mum’s… Friend?” He said, a little questiongly, not wanting to tell her something that was out of your comfort zone. “You sound funny.” She said, her arms around your neck. “Honey, that’s rude.” You told her, but he just laughed and nodded. “I do, don’t I?” He moved a little further into the room, inching closer to the both of you. “Your mum sounds a lot better than me.” He said with a wink at you. You smiled at him.

“Yeah. Mama sings me night songs.” She said, rubbing her eyes a little. “I bet she does that very well.” He said with a grin. Your cheeks burned at his gaze, his eyes full of love and mirth. You felt her forehead and thankfully, the fever seemed to be receding. “Baby, did you eat?” you asked her. She nodded. “Other than popcorn?” She smiled sheepishly and shook her head. “Okay, you want an apple?” you asked, hoping a little sugar and some food in her would make her feel better. “Yes, please. With pea-butter?” She asked, her face lighting up. She was truly a foodie. You laughed, putting her gently on the couch and wrapped her in her blankie. “Yes, with peanut butter.” You kissed her forehead before turning to Henry. “I’m so sorry for asking, but can you stay with her? Just a few minutes, I just need to cut the apple.” You asked. He kissed you gently. “Always.” He walked to the couch and sat down in front of it on the floor, keeping a distance to Daisy - he didn’t want to intimidate or invade her space, clearly, and you couldn’t help but feel a little more in love as you saw him sit down and smile at your daughter. You rushed to the kitchen, slicing the apple and putting peanut butter on it, before stacking the slices on her favourite Elsa-plate.

You hadn’t been gone for more than two minutes, but apparently, that was enough for Daisy to get very comfortable with Henry. As you entered the living room, you saw your daughter in his lap, a blanket wrapped tightly around her, as she pointed to different images in her book - a book he was reading out loud for her. You had to pause for a second, letting you truly take in the scene in front of you. Henry seemed so comfortable with her, so at ease, it tugged at your heart. He was reading with animated voices and had an arm wrapped around Daisy, keeping her in place. It felt weirdly familiar to look at. Daisy seemed to like it, because she was leaning against him as she pointed to her favourite animal in the book, the Dream Jungle, she’d handed him.

“Daisy, do you want apple slices?” You asked, placing the plate on the sofa table. She looked at you and narrowed her eyes. “We’re reading, mama.” She said, almost insulted that you would dare interrupt. She was clearly back on the up and up. You grinned and looked at Henry, who glanced back at you with soft eyes. “Henry, is… Are you okay?” He looked at you and pointed at the book. “We’re reading, we don’t have time for interruptions. This is very riveting reading.” He said with the widest grin on his face. His hair was falling on his forehead, a soft curl resting right above his eyebrow. “Yeah, mama, ritititing!” Daisy said, turning back to the book. You mouthed a thank you to Henry, who simply smiled and turned back to the pages.

It took two books, five apple slices, one song, half a dance from Henry and several kisses from you, before Daisy agreed to go to her bedroom. She did, however, refuse to let go of his hand, leading him straight into her bedroom and pointed to the tent you had built in there a few weeks ago. “Oh, that is great! He said with a small gasp, letting her guide him into it. He was way too big to fit, but he didn’t care, laying down flat on his stomach, half of his body sticking out of the tent, while his upper body was inside, looking around. You stood in the doorway with a smile on your lips, wondering why on earth you’d ever worried about him meeting her. “Daisy, you need to go to bed.” You tried to sound stern, but it came out more playful. She poked her head out of the tent, and you couldn’t hold back the laugh tumbling from your lips. She was using Henry’s back as a chair, sitting on him as she poked her head out, scowling at you. “But mama…” She pouted. You raised your eyebrow at her. “Daisy Y/L/N, you better get that butt in bed.” She rolled her eyes - a byproduct of you, no doubt - and scurried off of Henry’s back, her little feet tapping against the floor before jumping in bed. You tucked her in, kissed her forehead and turned the small bedside lamp on. Henry scooted out of the tent, stood behind you and waved at her. She frowned as he tried to leave the room. “No!” She said, her little voice full of determination. Henry stopped dead in his tracks, turning back to her. “Henny have to give night night kiss, too.” She said, pouting. Your heart swelled at her words - and Henry looked like he had been struck by lightning. “You heard the little boss. If you want.” You said to him, making it very clear he didn’t have to go over his own boundaries with her. He beamed at you. “Of course, how could I forget?” He said, kneeling at her bed. She wrapped her little hand around his finger and pulled him closer. He kissed her forehead gently and ran a hand over her face, the tip of his finger lightly booping her nose. She grinned back at him. “Goodnight, princess.” He said softly. His voice was baritone, a perfect lull in the soft light in her room. He seemed to simply belong. She smiled sleepily at him and let his finger go - you couldn’t miss the way his smile faltered just a little as she did. “Night night, Henny.” She said, closing her eyes. “Goodnight, baby.” You whispered, as you both walked backwards out of the room and shut the door. He looked at you with a smile and you gestured to the living room. He followed you and you sat down on the couch with a groan - he instantly wrapped an arm around you and you fell back into his chest, closing your eyes.

“I’m sorry we had to cut the date short.” You mumbled. He felt his chuckle more than you heard it, rumbling through his chest. “I don’t mind. Really. I quite enjoyed this.” he said, kissing the top of your head. You smiled.

“I hope you don’t. She likes you.” He weaved his fingers in between yours. “I like her too.” He paused for a second. “I meant it, you know?” You craned your neck to look at him. His face was serious and his eyes were trained on yours. “I really, really wanted to meet her. I’m happy you trusted me enough to let me.” You smiled at him. “Well, this wasn’t really the way I wanted it to happen, but I’m glad.” You smiled widely at him. “I think she likes you more than me.” He grinned. “That would simply be impossible, love.” He kissed you gently, his lips soft and sweet against yours. You felt a familiar stirring in you and you smiled against his lips.

“Do you like pancakes?” You whispered against his lips. He nipped at your bottom lip, his hand reaching for your chest.

“There’s nothing I love more.”

PART 2

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And they are talking to the kids about how they are??? About time. But then... they don't actually talk. 😫 And it's Jon WANTING TO HELP again. Baby, let them help you 😭

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Okay, but why are the boys AND Clark stepping back from the football team? Like, what is their excuse? The Coach is just "okay, fair"?

"THE KRYPTONIANS ARE HERE" what?!?!?!

I'm sorry, but Tyler has such a soft boy look, even in the suit. How can you think he will turn on anyone? He's a puppy 😅

Fuck you, Sassy Clark, I love you so much 😂

"Learning that the man who's trying to kill your husband is your other husband from another world? It kind of feels like new ground to me."

Sooooo when is that talking about feelings with the boys thing coming? Because I'm still waiting.

I like how excited Kyle is about Sarah and her music career 🥺 Now I'm wondering what Kyle is regretting not doing.

Jon being sad about not meeting his sister, Nat, I am CREY 😭

The RV locked him in!!! IS THIS WHEN JON FINALLY SHOWS POWERS!?!? No, false alarm, Clark saves the day. 🙄

AND IT'S JON LOIS YELLS AT????? Poor kid just wants to help, and he gets shit? LET HIM FUCKING TELL HOW HE FEELS. LOIS WTF DON'T CALL HIM STUPID!!!??? Okay, Clark, sweetie, this is when you jump in, while the kid is there, and stop her from calling him stupid. Not after it's all been said and he runs away in tears. But at least he said he would talk to him. Which WE NEVER FUCKING SEE, GODDAMIT, WHY????

FUCK, and Kyle knows Lana didn't put his name down on purpose. Fuck, they were finally getting better as a couple.😫🥺

MISCARRIAGE?????? WHAAAAAAAAAAA. The name they picked for the baby is Natalie, right???? Fucking called it! Natalie gsgagahdhjaha

KRYPTONIAN DUDE in the army!!!

Okay, but Lois thinking they lost the baby because of her 😭😭😭🥺 Also, thank you, therapist, for saying it's so often genetic and not environmental, and that her doing regular stuff during is totally fine. It wasn't her fault.

I understand her but I really hope she has a proper heart to heart with Jon where she asks HIM about his feelings.

"The only person I have here" JONATHAN IS LONELY, give him friends!

Jordan helping out Sarah with the audition 🥺They are so cute playing music together and yet again, no one is talking to Jon because other things are more important

Okay but why didn't we see Clark talking to Jon?????? Fucking no one is comforting that kid on screen...????!

Clark going to the sector where weapons could literally kill him... yes 🥺 immediately gets blasted in the face with kryptonite aerosol

Another fight Superman doesn't win? YUP, saved by Irons, then by Lois. 🙈

Clark believes John Henry, YES. Hopefully John Henry will become Steel soon enough.

Kyle is failing as a dad. Again 😓 I hope that's rock bottom for him and he can start getting up from there because I'm getting tired of him fucking up over and over again with no improvement. Guess him chucking all the booze could be considered a start?

Jordan now has a new/old hobby, he's playing the piano. WHY DOES JON NOT HAVE SOMETHING LIKE THAT?!

When the twins were 18 months old, that's when the miscarriage happened? They made it sound like it was so recent. Those feelings have been festering inside Lois for 13 years!?!?!?

WHY DOES JON FORGIVE IMMEDIATELY??? LET HIM BE MAD ffs, he's a 14-year-old teenager, saying "I had already lost a kid and I didn't wanna lose another" shouldn't make a teen go "yeah, that's rough, I'm sorry" like she didn't call him stupid or said he would have been the only one to blame had he died.

Jordan Elsass is nailing it, damn. And Bitsie is right there with him. 💜

This was a very emotional episode, dealing with a lot of heavy stuff but they did it really well 🥺

[chilling-seavey]

OKAY OUR PRECIOUS LEETLE BB HENRY'S FIRST CHRISTMAS 🥺

↳  A/N I honestly love our precious lil bb henry :') this was so sweet to write...didn't put too much thought into it and just had fun with it <3

↳ Word Count: 1466

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December 24, 1821

Daniel clutched the brown paper package to his chest, his head bowed, and trekked through the blistering snow that stung his cheeks and slowed his strides. It was already dark by the time he was reaching the small white paneled house on the edge of the larger property and he paused a moment to peer up to the mansion on the hill. The windows were warm with candlelight from inside and the wind hardly touched the well structured exterior of the two and a half storeys, protecting a large family of a few generations inside throughout their filling Christmas supper served by servants.

It was a life Daniel once knew well. Now, however, in a country that was not his own, he was faced with the drafty two room servants home that was graciously offered to him and his wife by the land owners.

It was Daniel and Louisa’s second Christmas in Virginia and felt just as cold as the last with less than enough money to get them by. He stepped inside the door and closed it strongly behind him to keep the worst of the wind out. The whistling of the storm was only replaced by the crying of the baby and Daniel brushed the snow off his coat before making his way into the cramped living space over creaking floorboards.

Louisa held their four-month-old son in her arms, shushing him desperately as she tried to urge him to latch to her breast. She was knelt by the fire, her long dress puffed up around her like a pastry, and her thin shawl doing the best it could to hold the baby’s body warmth around him. The seventeen-year-old mother was desperate and shivering and pleaded with her son in trembling French to encourage him to eat so she may tie her blouse up again.

“I’m back.” Daniel called softly from the doorway.

Louisa didn’t look at him as she sniffled, “He refuses to eat.”

The baby only screamed louder in her arms and Louisa shushed him helplessly, stroking his head and touching his toes tenderly.

“He is so cold, Dani.” Louisa whispered.

“Here.” Daniel shrugged off his coat and draped it around his wife’s shoulders, encompassing her with his own body heat that had warmed the inside. She quickly moved to huddle their son inside it with her.

The baby just cried on, resting against her shoulder as she wrapped the coat around his tiny body and held him close.

Daniel crouched down just behind her and rested a gentle hand to his cold cheek, sighing out a worrisome, “Oh, Henry.”

“He will get sick if he will not warm up.” Louisa muttered.

“No, no,” Daniel shifted to sit beside her in front of their small fire, “Look.”

He held the brown paper package on his lap. It was tied with string in a messy bow and was stained in tiny spots of melted snow from his journey back from town. Louisa stared at it for a moment and then looked up at his hopeful expression.

“What is that?” she asked.

“Our little prince’s first Christmas gift.” Daniel answered proudly.

Louisa’s breath shuttered, “Daniel, we do not have money for gifts right now. We barely have money for food-”

“Don’t worry about that. Go on now; open it.”

She clutched the baby to her shoulder and he held the package as she pulled the twine ribbon open with her one free hand. Daniel watched her with a hopeful smile she didn’t meet. When the paper was torn away, a thick woolen blanket was left in his hands, the deep royal blue fabric folded neatly into a square.

Louisa could only let out a small, “Oh” before her hand was pressed to her mouth and she cried.

“Something cozy for my son.” Daniel whispered as he opened up the blanket and tucked it around his tiny body.

Louisa sniffled back her tears of relief as she eased the baby from her shoulder in order to swaddle him properly in the thick blanket on the floor in front of the fire. She brushed her tears away with the heel of her palm before lifting him back up into her arms, her puffy little prince.

Daniel tucked her messy hair behind her ear and leaned in to kiss her cheek before he shuffled closer to wrap an arm around her back, “Let’s get off the floor, alright?”

She nodded, still shivering herself as the baby was starting to quiet down. Daniel helped her to her feet and they took the few steps across the tiny living space to the worn down sofa and the young parents sat side by side. Daniel stared down at his infant son swaddled in that large woolen blanket right up around his head, and he dusted his cold fingertips over the bridge of his tiny nose.

Louisa tried to feed the baby again as she lifted him closer and guided her nipple to his lips. He latched with ease now, content in his blanket, and suckled eagerly on her breast with his eyes rested peacefully closed against frost bitten cheeks.

“Very good, mon coeur.” Louisa whimpered.

Daniel made sure his coat was still wrapped around her shoulders securely and she leaned her head against his. He kissed her temple before leaning into her too as they stared down at their baby.

“How ever did you afford this?” Louisa asked quietly, as if speaking loudly would interrupt Henry’s eating, “It is so high quality.”

“I played piano in the town pub for money.” Daniel whispered. “Few afternoons…put my hat on the top one time and someone dropped a coin in. Not much but after a month or so I had enough for a little something. Henry needed a good blanket for the winter. Couldn’t let my boy freeze.”

Louisa leaned her head back onto his arm that was draped around her shoulders and her loving smile urged them to share a soft kiss or two.

“Je t'aime.” she whispered.

“I love you.” Daniel replied back just as softly and left her with one more kiss to her head.

“Mm, I have something for you.” Louisa said and shifted away from him while carefully holding the nursing baby to reach down beside the foot of the couch.

Daniel, confused yet awfully curious, watched as she held out a very tiny box towards him. It was topped with a small red ribbon and no bigger than the palm of her dainty hand. With furrowed eyebrows, he took the small box from her and unwrapped the ribbon. A single chocolate truffle was sitting inside.

His face absolutely lit up and he looked over to his wife with a grin, “Louisa.”

“Happy Christmas, darling.” she smiled sweetly.

“Oh, Louisa.” Daniel breathed in awe as if he had just been given the keys to the country and he carefully lifted the small dessert from its box between two fingers. “Where in heaven’s name did you find this?”

“The bakery in town, of course.” Louisa giggled. “I wanted to get you something much nicer but all I could get for my hairpin was enough for one of these.”

Daniel looked back over at her, “You sold your hairpin?”

She shrugged, “It is alright.”

“But you loved it.”

“I love you more.”

Daniel pouted sweetly and reached over to brush her strawberry blonde hair over her shoulder, “I was wondering why you had your hair down today.”

“Do you like it? I hope they are still your favourite.”

“I love it. Share it with me.” Daniel offered.

Louisa shook her head, “It is your present.”

“You’re my present. Come here. Little bite.” Daniel tugged gently at the end of her hair.

Louisa giggled sweetly and shuffled closer to him and offered her mouth. When he held out the truffle, she bit half and he popped the rest in his mouth. There was a moment of silence as they chewed and savoured the sweet chocolate that melted on their tongues, cuddled together on the couch in their cold single storey house.

“Not as good as England.” Louisa whispered.

Daniel shook his head, “I agree. Although, it was an incredible surprise.”

Louisa smiled widely at him, “I am so very glad.”

They shared a chocolatey kiss.

“I didn’t get you anything though.” Daniel whispered, swiping his thumb over her cheeks that held a few stray drying tears.

“I do not need anything. This blanket is more than I could have asked for Henry.”

They looked down at their son, having fallen asleep after his feeding and was dreaming peacefully in his dark blue blanket and his mother’s arms by the light of the small fire.

Daniel leaned down to kiss his forehead, “Happy first Christmas, our little prince.”

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