#((my family had a cat like that! before i was born; my parents' next door neighbors had a cat they let out and he ran off))

[theheadlessgroom]

@beatingheart-bride

"Funnily enough, it never made me afraid of the water o-or whales o-or anything like that, when I first heard it," Susannah confessed with a small shrug and a smile: She could understand why it would frighten some children upon hearing it, but to her, she never questioned the inherent strangeness of the story, nor did it frighten her the way the tales of the Fae did. She just went along with its fairy tale logic, never giving it a second thought as a child.

"I just...thought it was very...well, very romantic, as a girl," she continued, her tone softening as she brushed a loose black lock of hair from her face as she recalled those childhood days of laying in a patch of sunlight in the living room, laying on her stomach as she reread the tale over and over and over again, always loving that the prince remained so true to Trembling, even when Fair tried to pass herself off as her sister. His putting the sword between them in their marriage bed, noting it would be cold come morning if she were trying to deceive him (and sure enough, it was), to say nothing of his determination in rescuing her from the whale, was so chivalrous and grand to her as a child that she always found her eyes roving over those paragraphs in particular, and those beautiful accompanying illustrations.

(Now that she thought about it, there was something strikingly similar about Philippe and the prince on the page...both in their personalities and in their angelic appearances, blond-haired noblemen who loved fiercely and loyally...)

She was quick to discard this overly-romantic notion, averting her gaze as she tucked the lock back out of her face, saying simply, "It...it was my most favorite fable growing up. Still is, I suppose. I...I enjoyed the love story then, and I...I still do now."

Even if I don't believe in love at first sight... she thought somewhat bitterly to herself.

[jamdoughnutmagician]

So, now everyone knows.

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader Word Count:4,302 (oops!) Summary:As it turns out you're not as slick as you think you are when it comes to sneaking around in secret with your boyfriend. Warnings:Smut, 18+, Humour, Fluff.

This was born of a silly NYE drabble that I wrote, and it kind of spiralled into a fic inspired by everyone finding out about Chandler and Monica's relationship in Friends.

Steve Harrington Masterlist // Masterlist

*also not proof-read, so if you saw mistakes no you didn't :)

Steve and you were the only ones left, tidying up after yet another big party at the Harrington residence. Steve always insisted on having the parties at his parents house, seeing as his parents were barely there enough to care whoever it was that he invited over. He was never this lucky with the small apartment he shared with Eddie, so he often took advantage of the palatial space that his parent’s huge house afforded him.

You were sitting down with him on his couch, having tidied up, just chatting about anything and everything that came to mind.

You and Steve had been friends for absolutely ages. You had met him when you were in the second grade, after you had moved with your family to Hawkins. He was the kind boy who befriended you in the playground, offering you a share of his animal crackers and ever since then the two of you have been inseparable.

“I’m probably going to die an old woman surrounded by cats, aren’t I?” you huff as you swig a few drops of beer from your bottle. 

Steve knew all about your numerous failed dates, of course he did. He was always the one to help put you back together when you inevitably came home alone with a frown and a small shake of your head. The dark smudge of mascara gathering in your lashes from the beginnings of disappointed tears.  

“Look, if these guys can't see how amazing you are, then honestly, it's their loss.” Steve says, giving your shoulder a gentle nudge. “You're so beautiful, and any guy would be lucky to date you.” He tells you.

You leaned your head on his shoulder with a soft sigh.

“You're my best friend, Steve. You have to say that.”

“I’m not just saying that, it’s true, okay? I mean you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” he turns to you, without any hint of irony or sarcasm in his voice at all.

You lean close to him and wrap your arms over his shoulders, your fingers ruffling into his hair, as you smash your lips against his. He matches your kiss with fiery passion of his own, his tongue slipping past your lips as he explores into your mouth.

You both pull away from each other slightly breathless and flushed.

“Well I’ve never done that with you before.” Steve chuckles slightly, still feeling the tingling buzz of your lips on his.

“Neither have I, but I liked it.” you admit shyly.

“Yeah, I liked it too. I liked it a lot, actually.” Steve blushes before leaning in close to kiss you again.

After that kiss everything changed. You and Steve had secretly started dating one another for a few weeks now. Neither of you wanted to tell any of your friends quite yet, for fear of it ruining a relationship that was running pretty smoothly.

The mind-blowing sex was just an added bonus.

“Steve…” you moaned, letting a quiet whimper slip past your lips.

“Shh Honey, gotta be quiet for me okay?” Steve worried as he kissed your lips to silence your cries of pleasure. The fact of Eddie being in the bedroom next door did nothing to deter the wandering hands of your boyfriend. “Don’t wanna wake up Eddie.”

You huffed out quiet breaths as Steve slowly rolled his hips up into you, his messy hair falling in front of his eyes as he leaned down to kiss you.

“You feel so good Honey…” Steve murmured against your lips as his hip movements picked up, chasing both his and your highs. With Steve’s thumb gently rubbing precise circles on your clit and his cock filling you so deeply it didn’t take long before you were squeezing around him, milking him of his release as you came.

Steve slowly pulls himself out of you, watching as his cum spills out from your glistening cunt. He quickly grabs his old t-shirt from the floor, before using it to clean you up and then throwing it into the washing basket in the corner of the room. 

Pulling you close to his body, he spoons you in his warmth, covering the pair of you in his duvet before softly kissing his lips against your shoulder.

“G'nite, Honey.”

“Night Stevie.”

You carefully prise Steve’s arm from around your waist and pull yourself out of bed before quietly reaching for your underwear and borrowing one of Steve's clean t-shirts from his drawers.

The blinking red numbers from his digital clock beam back at you in the dark room. 03:55am. 

You carefully slip out of the bedroom without rousing Steve from his sleep, all with the intention to head back to your shared apartment with Robin across the hall. All you would have to do was quietly slip back into your room and nobody would be any the wiser.

Closing the bedroom door on your way out you are suddenly shocked to see Eddie sitting on the couch, a bowl of cereal in hands and spoon dangling from his open mouth.

“What are you doing here?” you accuse Eddie.

“I got hungry and I made myself cereal. Plus I live here.” he smirks. “I think a better question is what are you doing here? And why are you wearing Steve’s shirt?”

You stand there stuttering for a moment, unsure of what to say.

“OH MY GOD YOU TWO ARE SLEEPING TOGETHER?” Eddie screams as slowly begins to piece together what was going on.

“Will you keep your voice down, Munson.” you chastise in a shouted whisper, as you jab a finger in his direction.

“Hey, what’s going on out here? What’s all the shouting about?” Steve mumbles sleepily as he yawns and rakes a hand through his ruffled hair, but as he takes in your appearance, your body draped in his shirt and Eddie’s accusatory gaze, he rushes by your side immediately. 

“Oh nothing. Except for the fact that you two have apparently been sleeping together for god knows how long.” Eddie states, his voice rising in tone with shock.

“We didn’t want to say anything, because we didn’t want to make a big deal about it.” Steve explains, with a flush rising to his freckled cheeks at having been caught out by his roomate.

“But it is a big deal.” Eddie huffs. “How long has this little thing been going on for anyway?”

“Since Steve’s party.” you reply.

“But Steve’s party was like 3 months ago?” Eddie stutters.

“You can’t tell anyone about this Eddie, please, I’m begging you.” you plead, giving him your best puppy-dog eyes

“Oh alright fine. I’ll keep your little secret.” Eddie huffs with a resigned sigh.

“Thank you.” Both you and Steve say in unison, a relief washing over both of you.

That was fine. It was only Eddie who knew about your’s and Steve’s relationship. And he wasn’t going to tell anyone. Everything was going to be just fine.

Robin slouched as she made her way through the apartment doors with a huff. Working at the library and stacking and organising books on the shelf took way more energy than she cared to admit to.

She trudged her feet towards the phone on the coffee table, peeling off the little sticky post-it note tacked on top of it. It’s in your handwriting.

Meeting up with an old friend. Don’t wait up for me, won’t be back until much later. X   

Huh, weird? You never mentioned anything about meeting up with an old friend? Perhaps this was something that came up last minute, you were always the more spontaneous one out of the two of you.

Robin shrugs it off, not thinking much of it as she picks up the phone to check her answering phone messages.

“Hey, so I'll be over at your place later, I'll just tell Robin I'm meeting an old friend.” Robin’s eyebrows knit together, upon hearing your voice on the answering machine.

“An old friend huh? I don’t think you can really call me an old friend when you’ve had your mouth on my dic-” Robin’s eyes widened in shock upon hearing Steve’s voice on the other end of the conversation. She yelps as she quickly slams the phone back down before she could hear how that message was going to end.

You and Steve were hooking up? How long had that been going on for?

You sat with Robin and Eddie gathered on your apartment's couch, catching up after work.

“Well it’s been nice chatting, but I’ve got to go. I promised an old friend I would meet up with them for drinks.” you smiled to your friends as you excused yourself and made your way out of the apartment.

Eddie just looks at you with a sly smirk before taking a sip of his beer. Robin eyed Eddie suspiciously, and although he never said anything, just from one look at him Robin could tell that he knew more than he was letting on.

“Weird how all of a sudden she’s meeting up with this “old friend”, don’t you think.” Robin says, raising the question.

“Is it?” Eddie replies, playing dumb.

“Say, Eddie, you wouldn’t mind going over to Steve’s bedroom and getting that book I lent him last week?” Robin asks, her eyebrows raising slightly as she directs her question to him.

“Uh..Do you need it now? Like right now?” Eddie replies cautiously, knowing full well that if he goes over to his apartment now that he would likely catch you and Steve in a very compromising position, and Eddie didn’t need that kind of visual trauma inflicted upon his eyes.

Robin once again eyes her friend’s nervous nature as he shifts uncomfortably on the couch, fidgeting under her glare, his fingers playing with his clunky metal rings as a distraction.

“Do you know something?” Eddie pipes up.

“Do you know something?” Robin parrots back his question.

“I might know something.” Eddie replies shortly.

“I might know something too.” Robin says cryptically.

“What’s the thing that you know?” Eddie presses.

“Oh no, I can’t tell you the thing that I know, until you tell me the thing that you know.” Robin answers with a shake of her head.

“Well I can’t tell you what I know.” 

“..And I can’t tell you what I know.” Robin responds, still playing her cards close to her chest.

Eddie fixes her with a glare of his own. A tense silence falling between the two.

“You don’t know anything.” Eddie rolled his eyes with a scoffing laugh.

“Alright, fine.” Robin huffs, standing up from the couch. “How about I go over to Steve’s apartment and I will see the thing that I think I know is actually the thing that I know.”

Eddie’s eyes widen in shock, as he jumps up in realisation that Robin was also in on the secret.

“YOU KNOW ABOUT STEVE AND Y?N?!” Eddie splutters out, the weight of having to keep their secret to himself finally being unburdened.

“Yeah I know! And you know too!” Robin laughs.

“Oh my god, Robin I’ve been dying to talk to someone about this.”

“So what is it then? Are they just having sex or are they, like, dating and stuff? Like, is this serious?” Robin barrages Eddie with an abundance of questions.

Eddie shakes his head and shrugs his shoulders.

“I dunno.” Eddie mumbles.

“Does Nancy know about them? Getting with a friend’s ex-boyfriend, that could be super messy.” Robin keeps running with question after question, letting them filter from her lips as quickly as they enter her brain.

“I dunno about that either.” Eddie admits.

“Yeah you really don’t know anything, do you?” Robin pokes.

“What I do know is this. You remember that time where Steve wore that big scarf a few weeks back? Refused to take it off despite it being the middle of July?” Eddie began.

Robin nodded for him to continue.

“Yeah, his neck was covered in hickeys.”

“I fucking knew it!” Robin cheers with a laugh.

Robin was helping Chrissy to settle into her new apartment. She had just moved into the apartment block across the street from your’s and Robin’s place, so it made it very convenient to gather together for an all girl’s movie night.

“Thanks so much for helping me move in Rob, I don’t know how I could have coped with all these boxes by myself.”

“Don’t mention it, it’s no problem!” Robin smiled, setting down the last box in the living room.

Chrissy wandered over to the heavy curtains in the room, flinging them open to let the light flood into the apartment from the window.

“Oh look it’s Steve and y/n!” she smiled as she spotted the pair of you chatting to one another in the apartment directly opposite hers. “Hey! Guys!” she waves, trying to get your attention.

Before she could turn away she saw you quickly whipping Steve’s shirt over his head, and Steve kissing his lips urgently against your as he held you up, with your legs wrapping around his hips. He presses you against the window as his kisses become more intense and his hands wander to squeeze the soft curve of your hips.

“OH MY GOD! MY EYES! MY EYES!” Chrissy squawked out dramatically. “THEY’RE DOING IT!”

“I know! I know!” Robin tells her, doing her best to calm her down.

“You know?!” Chrissy bubbles out her eyes unblinking as she tries to process what she had just seen.

“Yes. I know and Eddie knows, but Nancy doesn’t know so you can’t say anything about this to her, okay?”

Chrissy nods, with a nerve-steadying breath.

“This is huge, I can’t believe it.”

“I know, trust me. I now know more about my best friend and my roommate's apparently active sex life than I ever have, and ever wanted to know, before.” Robin huffs, before closing the curtains to hide the sight of Steve railing you up against the window.

“So all the time she was on the phone with her ‘old friend’?!” Chrissy asks

“Uh-huh, phone sex.” Robin laughed.

“I can’t believe you told Chrissy about them! I kept their secret, why couldn’t you?” Eddie pokes as he chimes into the conversation.

“I didn’t tell her. She found out on her own.” Robin says defensively.

“Yeah I saw them doing it through the window.” Chrissy explains. “Well I actually saw them doing it up against the window.”

“Yeah, I could’ve gone the rest of my life without seeing Steve’s bare ass if I'm being brutally honest.” Robin adds.

“Okay, so now three of us know about them, we could just tell them and then all the lying and secrets would be over!” Eddie cheers hopefully, wishing to be done with keeping everyone’s secrets.

Robin arches her eyebrow at Eddie, a devious plan forming in her mind.

“Yeah, but they don’t know that neither me nor Chrissy know about them, so I’m thinking that we could have a little fun of our own.” Robin begins.

“No, no, no, do you know what would be even better? Telling them.” Eddie says firmly.

“Hm, no, I wanna do Robin’s thing.” Chrissy says, shaking off Eddie’s disapproval.

“Okay, but just so everyone’s clear, I don’t want any part of this, you hear me.” Eddie huffs before getting up to leave.

As Eddie walks out the door Steve wanders in.

“Hey everyone! How’s things?”

Eddie gives a small snort of ‘hmmf’ before making his way out.

“What’s his problem?” Steve mutters as he sits down next to Chrissy. 

Chrissy gives Robin a sly wink, letting her know that the plan was indeed in action.

“Oh I don’t know, Stevie. I just think he’s been a little stressed recently.” Chrissy’s voice barely more than a sickly-sweet breathy whisper as she leans up next to Steve.

“Oh really?” 

“Yeah I know we all get stressed, and sometimes all you need to do is just to release all that pent up energy.” her voice becomes ever more sultry as she speaks, and her hand grazes up the length of his arm, giving his bicep a cheeky squeeze. “Ooh, so strong.” she teases.

“Um well yeah, okay.. So I should probably get going, it’s getting pretty late.” Steve excuses himself quickly, suddenly feeling very unsure and embarrassed.

The girls wait until he’s out of the apartment before bursting into laughter.

“Oh my god that was amazing! He looked like a deer in the headlights!” Robin cackled, wiping a tear from her eye.

The plan to get Steve and you to admit to your relationship was slowly falling into place.

You sat astride Steve’s naked torso, peppering kisses all over his neck, stopping only briefly to nip your teeth at his earlobe, before your lips found his, capturing them in a sweet kiss.

His large hands splayed comfortably, holding their space on either side of your hips.

You continued placing soft kisses on every little freckle you could find, although Steve’s expression didn’t read one of pleasure, in fact he seemed kind of out of things, almost like he was deep in thought.

“Okay, either you’re not enjoying this, or there’s something on your mind.” you voice as you pull away from his lips.

“I am enjoying this, I promise.” he silences your worry with a simple kiss. “I was just thinking, that's all.”

You swing your legs to get off Steve's body before settling beside him in the bed.

“What’s going on Steve?”

“Earlier I was hanging out with Robin and Chrissy and something weird happened.”

“Weird how?” 

“I think Chrissy was flirting with me?” He explains, his brows knitting together confusedly 

“There’s no way.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence, Honey.”

“No, I don’t mean it like that.” you playfully slap his arm. “Chrissy isn’t into you. She was only telling me the other day about how much she’s into this new guy she’s been dating.” You say, in your attempt to reassure Steve.

“Really, because she squeezed my bicep and she called me ‘Stevie’. Nobody apart from you calls me that.” He goes on to explain.

“Oh my god she knows about us!” you gasp. “She knows and now she’s trying to weird us out.” you say, beginning to piece together the information that Steve had just told you.

“But how could she know? There’s only one other person who knows about-'' Steve started, but the answer to his question hit before he could even finish asking it. “EDDIE!!”

The pair of you stomp your way over to Eddie’s room, before Steve knocks a heavy fist against his door. 

“Open up Munson, I know you’re in there.” Steve shouts.

“Jeez, what’s got your panties in a bunch, Harrington?” Eddie asked as he swung the door open to come face to face with both Steve and you looking less than pleased.

“Eddie, who else knows about me and Steve?” You ask pointedly.

“Just me.” Eddie replies confidently.

You glare at him with a stare that has him cracking under the pressure.

“..and Chrissy…and Robin…” Eddie mutters and he tries his best to hide behind his hair.

“Eddie!” you slap his shoulder, scolding him almost as if he was a naughty school-boy.

“Hey! In my defence, I didn’t exactly tell them, they found out on their own.” Eddie owns up. “Poor Chrissy saw you doing it through the window. You should really shut your curtains, you filthy animals.”

You look at Steve for a moment to see a rosy flush creeping up from his neck and blooming across his cheeks.

“I would have told you, but the girls made me promise not to say anything.” Eddie pipes up once more. “But, hey! Now everyone knows so we can all talk about it and things can go back to the way they were before. No more secrets and lies, right?” Eddie looks between you and Steve with a hopeful look.

“No.” you said simply.

“No?” Steve turns to you, his eyebrows drawing together in confusion.

“What do you mean ‘no’?” Eddie worries.

“Those girls think they’re so clever messing with us.” You smirk. “But they don’t know that we know, that they know.” you explain to the boys, although their puzzled expressions led you to believe that they weren’t following you.

“Gather in boys, I’ve got a plan.”

It was a few days later when your plan was put into action. You let things rest for a while so as not to arouse suspicion.

The plan was to invite Chrissy over to Steve’s apartment, get him to flirt with her in order to throw her off the scent of you and Steve being together.

“Steve wants me to meet him in his apartment. Said that he’d been wanting to get me alone for quite some time.” Chrissy said as she sat up from her space on the couch next to Robin. 

“Huh? Steve’s way into Y/n but then he wants to meet up with you? Alone? No way. Something’s up. Oh my god! They’re onto us.” Robin works out.

“What?” Chrissy bubbles with a shake of her head.

“Look, just go over there, flirt with Steve, tease him, kiss him if you have to! He’ll get all confused and uncomfortable and then he’ll finally have to admit to sleeping with y/n!”

“I don’t know about this Robin, what if there’s more to their relationship than just sex?”

“No way, if I know Steve like I think I do, then he’s just being a typical horny boy. It’s just sex with him. He’s not one for a serious relationship.”

You were hiding behind the door of Steve’s bedroom after coaching him through your plan, and encouraging him to flirt with Chrissy to throw her and Robin off the scent of you two being together.

Kissing his lips, and giving him a confident pat on his broad shoulders before pushing him out to go open the door.

“Go get ‘em, tiger.”

Chrissy breathed a nerve-steadying breath before she knocked against Steve’s apartment door, waiting before it swung open to reveal the man in question.

“Hi.” Steve said seductively, running a hand through his ruffled hair. “Come on in.”

Chrissy smiled as she made her way under Steve’s arm and into the apartment.

“So, do you want anything to drink?” Steve asked, keeping his composure as best he could in the unusual situation he found himself in.

“No thank you, Stevie. I think we both know why we’re here..” Chrissy said, her voice so sweetly seductive. 

“I suppose there’s really no point in pretending anymore, is there?” 

“I suppose not.” Chrissy said, stepping closer to Steve, placing a delicate hand on his face. Desperately trying to ignore the cringing feeling that was blooming in her chest. This was so wrong. 

“So…” Steve dragged out as an awkward silence fell between the two.

“I’m going to kiss you now.” Chrissy said in her best sultry voice.

“Okay then.” 

The pair slowly leaned in close to one another, neither one really wanting to kiss the other.

Steve got a hair’s breadth away from Chrissy lips before pulling away.

“Alright, fine! You win! I can’t do this! I’m not going to kiss you!” Steve screams defeatedly. “I can’t kiss you”

Chrissy pulled away from Steve excitedly with a beaming bright smile.

“Aha! And why not?”

“Because I’m in love with y/n” Steve shouted. 

Chrissy gasped in surprise and in that moment you came out of hiding behind Steve’s bedroom door. Robin and Eddie pushed through the apartment door, with matching shocked expressions on their faces.

“It’s true, I love you so much, Honey.” Steve smiled as he pulled you close to him.

“I love you too, Stevie” you returned his smile, rising up on your toes to sweetly press your lips against his. 

All your friends watched on with warm smiles, at Steve’s declaration of love for you.

“Aww! I didn’t know you loved one another.” Robin smiled, happy that her two friends had found love in each other. “I thought you were just having sex.”

She wasn’t far off the mark. There was a lot of sex, but being with Steve was way more than that. He quickly became someone whose arms you felt safe in, who loved you for every little thing that you were. In return, the love you felt for Steve went deeper than platonic friendship and you just couldn’t ignore your feelings anymore.

“We thought it would only be right that you heard this from me.” You said, reaching out to take Nancy’s hand in yours.

You had talked to Steve about how you wanted to tell Nancy about your relationship with Steve.

“Steve and I are dating, and I love him very much, and I hope you understand that I had no intentions of hurting you or doing this to upset you or make you mad.” you babble nervously, frightened that telling her about your relationship would ruin your friendship with her.

“Oh no! Sweetheart! No! I’m so happy for you!” Nancy beams, bringing you into a warm and friendly hug. “I’m so glad you’ve finally found the right one!”

You smile as you quietly huff a sigh of relief.

“Does he treat you right? Does he make you smile? Does he make you happy?” Nancy asked.

“He does.” you nod. “He does indeed.” 

“Then how could I be mad at something that makes my best friend so happy?” she shakes her head at the thought of you being nervous to tell her. 

“Thanks Nance, that’s so sweet of you.” 

That couldn’t have gone any better. 

So now all your friends knew about your relationship with Steve, you could stop hiding and tip-toeing around, and love him the way you wanted. Out loud and on purpose.

Tagging: @sunnythevampireslayer @penguinsandpotterheads @xxhellfirebunnyxx @reidsbtch @seatnights @mrsjellymunson @keeksandgigz

[leeknow-thoughts]

୨୧ MATILDA

୨୧ cw : fem!lee know x fem!reader, college!au, homophobia, mentions of a forced marriage, fluff, angst with a happy ending, kissing, pet names

୨୧ a/n : happy pride month <3 you are loved just as you are <3

When you came out to your parents their first reaction was disgust, telling you it was just because you hadn't met the right man yet. You remember crying yourself to sleep that night and wishing for these feelings to go away.

So you suppressed the feelings you were born with. And played the role of the perfect straight daughter for your parents.

Eventually you moved off to college a few states away from your parents, yet they still kept you under a close watch. If you did get a girlfriend and they heard about it, they'd cut you off.

They called you every weekend to make sure you were still doing well and that you were making good grades in all your classes. Just like today, they called.

"Well honey, I'm glad you're doing good in all your classes. Do you happen to remember our friends, the Robinsons?" your mom's voice crackles over your phone speakers.

"Yeah, the ones with the really nice house?" you confirm.

"Yes! Them! Well they were over at our house a few days ago for dinner and they saw a recent photo of you that we had on the mantle. And they started asking about you and-" your mother rambles.

"Mom, just spit it out already!" you blurt.

"We want you to marry Gabriel."

"No," you immediately retort.

"Darling, he's a very nice boy and he has a well paying job! His parents even said they'd buy you two a house as a wedding present!"

"Mom, I said no," you stand your ground.

This time it's your father who speaks, "this is not an option y/n. Next weekend we want you to come home and meet him."

You were so angry you hung up on them immediately.

"Y/N," her voice rings in your ears as the door to your apartment jiggles open.

"Hey Lina," you greet your roommate.

You knew Lina was gay. You had met some of the girls she would have over, they were all beautiful, just like Lina was.

"I found the most perfect dining set for the apartment at the store today! I just had to get it! Oh also I thought I'd make your favorite dinner tonight if you're up for it!" she hums while placing bags on the kitchen island.

"Yeah," you softly say, "that sounds good."

"What's going on? You seem upset?" Lina asks, crossing into the living room and sitting next to you on the couch.

"My parents want me to marry this guy because his wallet is loaded," you put your face in your hands.

"Oh," Lina sighs.

"Yeah," you rub your face.

"Well, he could be really nice, maybe you should give him a chance," she hums.

You had never come out to her. You look up at her, her beautiful brown eyes, long brown hair, cat-like features, and soft skin. You had liked her since you met her. But you never acted on it, afraid of the consequences that your parents would impose upon you if they figured out you were dating a woman.

"I don't want him," your voice trembles and tears start welling up in your eyes.

"That's okay too, there are plenty of other guys out there that I'm sure are good options-"

You cut her off by gently cupping her cheek and bringing her in for a kiss.

It felt so right, so comfortable.

When she finally breaks away from the kiss she searches your eyes for a reason as to why you kissed her, "-I wish you were a boy," you mumble through tears.

"Why?" she whispers.

"Because I could love you if you were a boy," you whisper back.

"You can love me the way I am," she says it like its a proposal.

"I can't, I can't because if I do then I'll have no family, I'll be cut off financially-," you explain before she cuts you off.

"We can have our own family," she runs a hand through your hair, "you can apply for a scholarship, and I'll even help you pay for college, we can be a family," she whispers.

"Lina," you mumble.

She hums as she wipes the tears from your face.

"I love you," you confess.

"I love you too," she smiles, "since I met you I've been pretty crazy for you."

"We can be a family," you say it like its a question.

"We can be a family," she affirms and pulls you in for another soft kiss.

You hadn't spoken to your parents in almost 3 months, and the past 3 months, you have been happier than you had your entire life.

"Jagi! I'm home!" your girlfriend calls as she opens the door.

"Hey Lina," you smile when you see her walk in.

"I was thinking that tonight I'd cook one of my mom's recipes," she says as she puts down all of the grocery bags on the kitchen island.

"That sounds so yummy," you comment as you get up from your place on the couch to help her put away groceries in the kitchen.

"You changed your hair!" Lina exclaims when she finally looks at you.

"Yeah," you grin, "I figured it was time for a change."

She walks to you and runs her fingers through your freshly cut hair, "it looks super cute," she grins and gives you a peck on the lips.

But you want more than just a peck, your hands hold her waist and you kiss her slowly and tenderly.

Her hands begin roaming over your waist and it sends tingles down your spine and you start getting goosebumps from her feather-light touches.

"My jagi, so fucking pretty," she hums against your lips.

You feel a blush creep onto your cheeks at her words, when you pull apart from the kiss she just looks at you, "what?" you ask with a giggle.

"Just taking you in," her eyes rake down your form.

You didn't leave your apartment that day wanting to adopt another cat let alone 3 kittens. But you passed by a brown cardboard box on the side of the road that 3 little kittens had been abandoned in and you just couldn't resist.

You carried the box home, and gently washed the dirt off the kittens in the sink, you dried them and cuddled with them on the couch while Lina's cats started to warm up to their presence.

"Jagi! I'm home," Lina calls as she walks in the door.

One of the kittens meowed softly which caught her attention, she looks over to the couch to see you cuddling with three black kittens while watching a movie.

"I know, I know, we already have 3 cats! But I saw them in a cardboard box on the side of the road and I couldn't help but take them back here! Felix said he'd adopt one! And I'm sure we could find the other two good homes!-" you were going to continue rambling but Lina cuts you off.

"Jagi, I'm not angry, maybe we could keep one? Would you like that?" she smiles and takes a seat next to you on the couch.

One of the kittens crawls over to her lap and she gently pets it. "That one's name is Raven! And this is Midnight! And this is Salem!" you point to each of the kittens.

Tears streamed down your face as you walked down the aisle at the courtyard venue, a small wedding ceremony with your closest friends.

You both said I do, and when you kissed her you had never felt better in your life.

"You got married?!" your father's voice booms over the speakers, "to a woman!?"

"Yeah, dad, I did," you confirm.

"And you didn't invite us? Y/N Y/L/N, we're your family? How dare you. Being gay is one thing, but getting married and not inviting us is totally different," he says harshly.

"It's actually Y/N Lee now, you weren't invited because you never accepted me. So why should I have to invite you to my wedding when you don't even accept the fact that I am gay?"

"This is a mistake Y/N, I hope you can grow up and see that some day," he sighs.

"This 'mistake' is my family. My real family. My wife is my family."

"Jagi! We're home!" Lina calls as she opens the door.

"Mama!" your son squeals and runs to give you a hug.

"Hey buddy! How was your day with grandma and grandpa?" you ask.

"It was really cool! We went to the park and they even let me get two scoops of ice cream!"

"Woah! Two scoops! That means you're becoming a big kid now!" you smile at your son.

"Yeah! And mommy and I went to the store! She said she would make spaghetti tonight!" your son exclaims.

"Yeah?" you look to your wife for confirmation.

"Yeah," she nods her head.

"I'm gonna go to my room and color!" your son announces before getting up off the couch and walking to his room and shutting the door.

You sit up and join Lina in the kitchen. You hug her from behind, your arms wrapping around her middle. "I swear your parents are trying to kill us," you giggle and kiss her neck, "two scoops of ice cream means endless energy, he probably won't get to sleep easily tonight," you sigh.

"Yeah," she giggles.

"I love you," you smile giddily.

"I love you more," she returns.

"I'm glad you're not a boy," you mumble.

"Where does this come from?" she chuckles lowly.

"Our first kiss, I said I wish you were a boy," you recall, "I'm glad you aren't."

"I dunno what to say to that," she replies, "but I know that I love you."

"I know, and I love you too Lina, I love you and our family so much," you hum.

[greer-morgan]

Heartbeats | Self-Para

Mid-August. (About three weeks after the breakout, and one week after Mahlon woke up.)

The knock at the door came softly. There was a sense of stillness, of calm order that existed within this room that no longer existed in the rest of the city—the rest of the hospital, even.

Greer stirred, the rustling of her medical gown and the paper liner of the table were the only sounds until her own voice cut through, “Come in.”

“Greer? Hi, I’m Dr. Mire.”

Dr. Mire was a woman at least thirty years Greer's senior, with deep lines etched into the corners of her eyes and around a kind smile. Freckles of various hues dotted her skin, some a deep shade of brown and others just barely different from the base tone of her face. Her hair was long and silver, forming a sleek braid down the center of her back. There was nothing flashy about the woman. She was put together, but unlike any other Capitolite Greer had ever seen, it was for comfort and practicality. Even the scrubs under her white coat were a pale purple. She reminded Greer of someone who’d at least once belonged to a district, and Greer trusted her more for that. There was no way this doctor was born in the Capitol, Greer thought, but didn’t ask.

This first appointment would be the longest of all of them, Greer was warned. There wouldn’t be a single inch of her unexamined by the end of it, and she wondered if it was all worth it if she wasn’t sure she was even keeping this baby yet. But then, she wasn’t sure that she wasn’t either, so here she sat.

“How are you feeling?” Dr. Mire asked as she rubbed hand sanitizer into her palms.

“Like I’m dyin’,” Greer deadpanned. “I’m gettin’ sick all day long, and if I’m not pukin’ it’s ‘cause I’m asleep… in the middle’a the day, ‘cause I haven’t made it through the day without a nap in weeks. S’like havin’ the worst flu of my life, but if the flu also made all my bras too small,” Greer lamented.

“Sounds like the first trimester to me. Soon, your pants won’t button either.” Dr. Mire laughed. “Don’t worry, that’s all normal. You’re in the worst of it now, but you should start feeling better in the next few weeks. Are you doing okay keeping liquids down? We don't want you dehydrated.”

“Yeah, liquids’re okay.”

“Good. Will baby’s dad be joining us today?” Dr. Mire asked.

Greer’s laugh was short and sharp, though she knew the doctor wasn’t in on the joke. “Not this time,” she answered.

“Okay, let’s go ahead and get started then. First thing we’re going to tackle is one large mountain of paperwork.”

Dr. Mire moved with practiced efficiency. She pulled a rolling stool to sit in front of a computer. Together they went over Greer’s medical history. She brought up everything she knew about her parents and her siblings. She told the doctor about her Games and the years after—a strange sense of self-consciousness crept over her, a sudden want to clean up the bits that somehow sounded messier here. And then, Dr. Mire asked about Mahlon.

“I… don’t really know,” Greer admitted sheepishly. “I mean, I know him,” she tacked on quickly. “I know who the father is.”

“I wouldn’t have judged you if you didn’t,” Dr. Mire assured her gently.

Greer nodded, her tongue darting over her lips to wet them before she continued. “Jus’ don’t know that much ‘bout his family history. He’s an only child. Mom’s dead. Dad up an’ disappeared. So, if he’s got issues with his blood pressure or his eyes, I ain’t got any idea,” she explained. Not that district healthcare would have caught any of that anyway.

They went on like this for a while. Dr. Mire asked a few follow-up questions that Greer did her best to answer, before she moved on. “You’re from Ten, is that right?”

“Mhmm,” Greer nodded.

“Do you spend a lot of time around livestock? Have pets?”

“Y-yeah, got chickens, horses, cats, all kinda stuff back home. Why? Is that a problem?”

“Well, yes and no. There are just a few things we’re going to add to the ‘off-limits for a little while list’.”

Greer listened as the doctor explained everything Greer couldn’t do. Smoking and drinking had been obvious, but apparently there were a whole host of foods and medications that were out. No more horseback riding. Have someone else clean the litter boxes and the chicken coop. Be cautious about hot baths. Limit caffeine. Greer suddenly felt better about all the naps she’d been taking, because it wasn’t like she could have or do anything else, apparently.

Finally, Dr. Mire stopped typing and stood, crossing the room to where Greer was seated. Her hands moved along Greer’s body—blood pressure and temperature taken, heart and lungs checked, lymph nodes pushed. “You plannin’ on leavin’ any in there?” Greer asked, somewhere around the fourth vial of blood that was drawn from her arm. Every bit of her was poked and prodded to the doctor’s satisfaction, until she was finally instructed to lay back.

“Now that we’re done having a look at you, let’s take a look at that baby, shall we?” Dr. Mire beamed. It was the most enthusiastic expression she’d offered the entire appointment, like she was finally offering Greer her reward for having endured the past hour. Greer swallowed, her throat achingly dry, as her gaze settled on the ceiling above her. This was supposed to be the good part, but Greer had to clasp her hands to keep them from shaking. She was unbearably aware that she was dreading the part anyone else would have spent all day looking forward to.

The room darkened and a screen flickered on, casting a dim glow over the doctor’s face. Greer was relieved that the screen was angled away from her. Maybe she wouldn’t have to look like a monster for fixing her gaze on a stained ceiling tile instead of prying for a glimpse at the screen. She laid there in stone silence while the doctor worked, hitting buttons and adjusting views. It seemed to go on forever before Dr. Mire spoke again.

“Would you like to see your baby, Greer?” Dr. Mire asked, tilting the screen toward her.

Greer’s heart leapt into her throat. She wanted to say no, to avoid what she wasn’t sure she was ready to deal with, but it was curiosity that won over. Greer just couldn’t help herself. Her eyes fell away from the ceiling and landed on the ultrasound—all indecipherable black and white blobs to her. Greer offered a sputtered laugh. “How the hell do you even know what you’re lookin’ at?” she asked, lifting her head to crane her neck.

“A lot of training and a lot of practice, but I promise you that’s exactly what it’s supposed to look like. Baby is exactly where they’re supposed to be and measuring right on for ten weeks. Which makes this little one due about mid-March.”  March. It seemed both incredibly far away and so impossibly close. “Great, I’ll be laborin’ with the cows,” Greer blurted, the humor a bit more biting than she intended, but Dr. Mire laughed anyway. Apparently, she couldn’t do anything without it being steeped in District Ten.

“There’s baby’s head,” Dr. Mire continued, pointing to the screen where Greer was meant to look. “And you won't feel it for a few months yet, but if you look here, these little nubs are baby’s limbs already wiggling all over.”

“Looks like Cosmo,” Greer muttered to herself with a hollow laugh, laying her head back down again. That damn teddy bear Mahlon had won for her at the ball with its big round head and stout, little limbs. 

“And this is the best part,” Dr. Mire moved to reach for a small dial. The silence in the room was quickly replaced by a steady whooshing sound, strong and fast. “That… is your baby’s heartbeat.”

The sound knocked the air from Greer’s lungs. “Magical, isn’t it?” Dr. Mire asked, handing Greer a tissue. It wasn’t until the tissue had been extended to her that Greer even realized she was crying. Hot tears were rolling from the corners of her eyes and pooling against the shells of her ears before dropping off onto the paper liner beneath her.

“What does it say ‘bout me if it’s fuckin’ terrifyin’?” She choked out the question.

Dr. Mire’s lips turned up softly. “Oh, sweetie,” she started, the words all warmth and no condescension as she muted the sound again. “The only thing it says is that you’re a human being. It is perfectly normal to be scared and overwhelmed.”

“I don’t know if I… what if I ain’t… what if I ain’t meant to be somebody’s mom?” Greer managed between sobs. “I don’t know what the hell I’m doin’. What if I can’t do this?”

Dr. Mire took Greer’s hand in her own, squeezing it lightly. “I’ve been doing this a long time, and I think I can count on one hand the amount of people who haven’t said almost that exact same thing. You want to hear a secret, Greer? Really, no one knows anything about parenting before they’re in it. It just seems that way, because you haven’t seen them here saying exactly what you’re saying to me right now,” Dr. Mire assured her. “You have options, and you have time, and I can’t tell you what the right choice is for you. But I also know there isn’t any one right way to be a good parent. I think you just have to be willing to surrender to the fear of loving someone more than you love yourself.”

Greer thought of her own parents. Two people who’d had children for vanity’s sake, and who’d never been willing to try loving anyone more than they loved themselves. Greer had never been enough for her parents, and now with painful irony, she worried she wasn’t enough for her child. But was love the obstacle for her? She’d been so sure once that it would be, but she knew now that it wasn’t. Being afraid of something wasn’t the same thing as not wanting it.

“C-can I hear the heartbeat again?” Greer asked. “Just for another minute?”

“Of course you can.”

[fandomshenanigans]

Hi! I stumbled upon your blog and saw you take requests but i don't know if you're doing it right now, would it be okay to request a oneshot of Identity V for a friend? Thanks and sorry if i disturbed you.

This has been sitting for a while-

Actually screw that, it's been a LONG while so, sorry for the really late reply.

(Fair warning that this might be OOC since I don't know much about Sangria.)

Sangria/Opera Singer X G/N Reader

You were there from the start.

You were what Sangria considered to be a friend. She met you when your family moved to the residence next to hers.

She saw you through a window and you waved at her, which she returned before ducking away.

(That evening, she heard her father screaming and saw you running away from the front door, likely scared off by the man's drunkenly cussing you out.)

You visited her by climbing to her window, likely determined to befriend her and she let you in.

Sangria adored your visits, looking forward to each one, day by day.

You showed her things from your old home in the Philippines. Games, books, toys. You eagerly showed her so much and she was just as eager to learn all she could from you.

Though, it did sadden her that she couldn't share anything with you.

She desperately wanted to but she couldn't. Especially since her father barely let her have anything of her own.

Sangria wanted to share what her mother shared with her but you insisted it was fine if she can't and kept sharing with her.

Though to ease her, you did make her promise to show you everything she wanted to share once she was older and have the freedom to do what she wanted.

At some point during your friendship, you had asked her if she knew when she was born and had learned her birthday was a week away. You asked her if she celebrated her birthday and she shook her head.

On the day of her birthday, she finds you clambering into the window to her room, holding onto cookies and a wrapped parcel. You presented these gifts to her, wishing her a happy birthday.

She must admit, she cried that day, soft sobs as she hugged you.

For a while, she was happy.

Until one day, her father caught you in her room.

It was a mess.

You were dragged out by her father and tugged all the way to your own home, where he tossed you to your parent and had them chewed out for letting "your devil of a child sneak into my daughter's room" before he stormed off.

Sangria knew punishment would hurt when she heard him call for her, tone furious and downright terrifying.

After that day, you no longer visited.

She didn't know if it was because you feared her father (not that she blamed you) or if your own parent had forbid you from visiting her again.

But she never saw you again.

Years have passed since then and Sangria finds herself in the Manor, playing a twisted game of cat and mouse where she was the Hunter.

The "Opera Singer", as they called her.

She can't help felt distaste for the title but didn't voice her complaints, seeing as she didn't have much power against the Manor's owner.

She was currently in a match, chasing after the Seer as he tried to escape.

From what she could guess, she was going up against him, the Mind's Eye, Lucky Guy and a new survivor called the Vocalist.

She had heard of them from other Hunters, warning each other about the Vocalist's ability to stun them with the power of their voice.

They also had the ability to speed up a teammate's decoding speed if they coded together on the same cipher machine.

She shook the thought away and continued to chase after the Seer, feeling annoyance when her hits kept being intercepted by his owl.

Then, she heard them.

A lullaby being sang, causing her to turn and look who was singing.

And there you were.

Sangria knew it was you when she laid her eyes on you and you seemed to recognize her as well.

"Sangria?" You called out to her, voice in disbelief as you stared at her.

Then, the gates were open and her vision turned red, causing you to flinch and run despite her protests.

Oh, how she missed you.

Did you miss her?

[kagedbird]

TESSDE AU (+ Lucia :]) (Lucia part 14)

Lyra + Davidicus: *step into the room. Lyra looks very straight faced with a twinkle of worry. Davidicus look worried but resolute*

Inigo: *closes the door behind them and leans against the wall next to the bed, just keeping watch*

Allora: *sat up in bed with pillows propping her up, rubbing her eye tiredly* Hello.

Lyra: Hello, dear. Are you... all right?

Allora: Exhausted, but when am I not? *chuckles*

Davidicus: Yes I am certain after all this mess, you would be. Please, may I start?

Allora: Sure.

Davidicus: I do most apologize for my commentary and overstepping. Lucien had tried to explain to us that it was still something rather new between the two of you, and yet we kept prodding. Not only that, but I am certain that things must be done differently in your world regarding such things, are they not?

Allora: *seesaws her hand* It used to be about that before populations boomed. Now it's a matter to the individuals rather than family, though it still happens. Often. *wrinkles her nose* And even if I were able to get pregnant, I wouldn't want to. To be honest, I'm terrified of pregnant bellies. They are... rather horrifying. And any amount of things could go wrong. But mostly, I was not born to have babies, as a lot of men from my world think I am, or the women all but demand you have to be a mother to be happy. I love Lucia, I'm so grateful to have her, but the others and I were fine on our own as well.

Davidicus: But of course! I would never intend to suggest such things. You are your own person, of great strength and valor. And I do regret bringing up the topic before you were clearly ready for it- if at all. Seeing Lucia... I got rather excited to see our little family expanding. She looked just like you and him, so I had thought...

Allora: *nods* We get it all the time. She loves it. He gets real shy about it, heh.

Davidicus: *smiles softly and sighs* ...I am grateful you are gracious enough to talk about this, and let us have a chance to talk things over. More than words can explain- and perhaps better than I can. If there is anything I can do for you more as an apology, please, simply say the word. Until then, I hope my words will suffice.

Allora: *nods, holding up a hand* Perhaps we wait before you begin, Lyra? Kaidan and Taliesin are likely waiting to burst in here.

Lyra: *lets a smile fall from her tight, worried mask, nodding* Of course.

Inigo: How much longer do you think?

Allora: Three.... two... one...

Kaidan + Taliesin: *open the door and walk in to see Allora grinning at them like a cheshire cat and Inigo snickering* ... *narrow their eyes and pout as they realize they were being predictable*

Kaidan: *casts the parents a stern glance before looking back to Allora* Everythin' a'right.

Allora: Mhm. Shoo. Lyra's up next, though I'm sure you know that.

Taliesin: *scoffs* Presuming us? Of eavesdropping?

Allora: Not a presumption. I know you.

Taliesin: *pouts, sighing* You never let me have any fun. *huffs and heads out Kaidan behind, grumbling about "cheeky dragonborns"*

Inigo: *checks that the door is fully closed and gives the others a thumbs up* Okay! Ready Mrs. Lyra?

Lyra: *stands at attention and nods* I am.

Allora: *nods* Go on...

[allisonirish]

Just William

Chapter 2

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of Child Murder, Grief, Incarcerated Parent

Word Count: 1,444

Disclaimer: This story does not follow Scott Cawthon's FNAF games or books. However many of the characters and events are the same or have been adapted. These characters do not belong to me, but the rearrangement of events and character adaptations are my own works.

I hid in my room for the next couple of hours, hoping to stay unnoticed by my family...and William. Sitting on my fuzzy purple beanbag at my wooden desk, I tried to bury myself in a piece of artwork I was finishing. Drawing and painting had become my way of "coping" and it turns out, I'm not too bad at it. I'd even started doing commissions, starting with illustrating children's books and more recently doing posters and murals for businesses.

Despite my numerous complaints, when I turned sixteen, mom told me it was time to get a job. So I interviewed and started my brand new job waitressing at Applebee's. I lasted two months before my manager got sick of my "hopeless negativism". Whatever that means. I didn't really care though, I hated being around all those people who despise me and I told mom so. If I'm being honest, I was too hard on mom last year. She deserves better than me. Tired of fighting with me, frustrated at Michael's poor grades at the time, and exhausted from working three jobs, she gave up. Told me to stay home and be lazy if that's what I wanted. I felt good about winning that battle for about twenty-four hours, that's when the guilt really set in. After apologizing to my mother and with the help of a friend, I began to submit my artwork to publishing companies and after just two weeks, got hired to illustrate a children's book called Bigfoot Loves Pizza. Goofy, I know, but it was a moneymaker and it made mom happy. I was also offered a job as part time waitress and full time graphic designer at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza 2.0. This was shocking to my entire family since the restaurant was owned by...Charlie's dad. And Charlie's dad shouldn't want anything to do with me.

My sweet solitude, sadly, didn't last long enough. A soft knock echoed from my door and I saw Michael slowly peek around it.

"Hi, Lizzie," He walked into my room, dragging his feet. "Mom says it's time for supper."

I inwardly groaned. Mom had been planning 'our first family dinner in nine years' all week. She even dragged me into mashing the potatoes for one of William's old favorites. Cottage Pie. I personally don't like the stuff, less because William likes it and more because I'm not a fan of ground meat. It looks too much like cat food for my taste.

"Tell her I'm busy." I went back to my drawing. It was a large, purple robotic rabbit with a red bow tie and electric guitar. Bonnie the bunny was an animatronic that William made for his first restaurant, Fredbear's Family Diner before I was born. Except now he was one of the main mascots for the restaurant I worked for and I was drawing Bonnie with large, red, star-shaped sunglasses, playing the electric guitar, and surfing a gnarly wave on a red and purple surfboard. Behind Bonnie were the emboldened words

Catch the Last Wave of Summer Fun at Freddy's!

"That's cool." Michael stared over my shoulder. "Is Bonnie your favorite?"

"Yeah, I like Bonnie okay." Bonnie had been Charlie's favorite. I focused on some dark shadowing under Bonnie's sunglasses. Suddenly, I heard a crash behind me and nearly jumped out of my seat. Whipping around, I saw Michael trying to pick up my violin case and music stand he had knocked over.

"Okay, buddy," I helped him put everything back into place. "Maybe we should go down to dinner."

Michael grinned and dashed out of my room, sprinting down the stairs in front of me. As I followed him my thoughts stayed with my violin. Music had become my other way of dealing with my emotions. Music was something I could get lost in, let every single drop of hate, anger, and shame pour out into a song before they can stream down my face. Art is more about control. It's the precise bits of emotion that are patiently and deliberately depicted on a page.

My mother sat at her usual spot on the left side of our large, oaken kitchen table, beaming over the steaming casserole dish in the center. At the head of the table, sporting a barely noticeable smile, only detectable by the slight dimples forming in his cheeks, was William. Michael had taken his spot next to mother and I wanted to kick myself when I realized my normal seat was right beside William. I slunk over and sat down, making sure to scoot my chair a good twelve more inches away from him. I pretended not to hear the sigh I got from my mother and ignored the conversation between her and William about how she hoped he would like dinner, and how he was sure he would and oh how delicious it looked. Michael mentioned how I helped make it and I gave myself a headache trying not to roll my eyes. 

Throughout the rest of dinner I tried to soothe my headache by drinking several large glasses of iced tea and water, and basically ignored everything that came out of William's mouth. He acted nice...too nice. He asked mom about how the house was holding up, if there was anything he could fix, how Michael liked school, how his summer break was going, and what he'd been up to lately. I had just finished my food and was looking for a chance to escape, when William turned to me. 

"How was your school year, Elizabeth?"  

My gaze cut sharply to him, startled. His eyes were shifting, flowing in waves of blue softness and aquamarine steel. 

I shrugged, "I don't go to school."

"Why doesn't she go to school?" William's face bore a hilarious appalled look. 

"Elizabeth is homeschooled," My mother cut in, "and she does mostly college classes online." 

"Because I don't want to spend my time around imbeciles." I mumble, earning a glare from my mother. 

"We just didn't see it as the best option at the moment." Mom gave me a 'don't you dare say another word look'. 

"But Michael goes to school?" William was obviously confused.

My mother was fumbling for words. "Michael does better...socially than Elizabeth. It's just easier for him to...be around so many people."

"You got that right." I mumbled again. 

"Elizabeth Annette," My mother's face threatened corporal punishment if I opened my mouth one more time.  

I bit the inside of my cheek, lifted my chin in defiance, and dared to speak anyway. "Well it's not like it's my fault I can't go to school. In fact maybe I should go to school like Michael!" 

My voice was mockingly cheery and I hoped William caught every hint of sarcasm.

"I'm sure being the daughter of a child murderer will make me immensely popular in school. Who knows maybe I'll even be the homecoming queen and for my speech I can tell the story of how my father stabbed my best friend in her sleep! Wouldn't that be lovely!" 

My voice tipped into a British accent  when I said lovely and I knew my degradation of William had gone too far. My mother's face was a mixture of shock and rage, her fingers gripped hard onto the table, turning whiter than I thought possible. Michael cowered beside her looking as if he was about to cry, and William...WAS SMILING AT ME?!? His pearly white teeth flashed at me, although the grin did not meet his eyes and I could see the indention where his teeth were pulling at the inside of his cheek. 

"Yes, I can see why you wouldn't want to go to school, Elizabeth." He stood slowly, purposefully, but i caught the slight quiver in his hands. "Now if you'll all excuse me I believe I need to go out for a quick fag." 

Mother stood and retrieved the cigarettes and lighter I didn't know William had from the kitchen counter. He had never smoked when I was a child. 

"Thank you dear. Dinner was lovely..err...delicious." He walked out the front door without another word and through the window I saw a small flame glowing. 

I almost sighed in relief until I saw my mother glaring at me. 

"Young lady," If looks could kill I'm sure she would've burned a hole through my head. "We need to have a talk."

With a strength I didn't know she had, being several inches shorter and leaner than I, my mother held my wrist with a pressure that I was sure would leave indentations on my very bones, and towed me to her room. I was in trouble now.

[homespun-stories]

Where Will The Baby Go?

For something that weighs around three kilos and measures in the region of 50cm, newborn babies sure do take up a lot of space. A little shy of three weeks ago, we brought our second baby back home—the same home we had brought back our first, just over four years ago. Many things have changed since then, not least the number of grey hairs on my head, but the one thing that has remained resolutely unchanged is the footprint of our apartment. 

The fact of this sat with me all through 2022 and 2023, as my husband and I journeyed down the path of growing our family and all the complexities (read: hope, loss, love) that kind of process often entails. But where will the baby go? I'd silently fret to myself before I was even sure I’d have a baby at all to hold in my arms again. Objectively speaking we live in a small apartment, with enough bedrooms for two-thirds of the current occupants, excusing our enormous house cat who cares not for doors or boundaries and considers any available surface her territory for a hard-earned nap. To be honest, I’d welcome that kind of laissez-faire approach to our sleeping arrangements, flopping from sofa to bed to rug, but social conditioning and my extremely Type A personality requires routines and structure. No, the baby would need a bed, just like the rest of us, and we would need to work out where that bed was going to go. 

It’s a profoundly modern and Western phenomenon, this suggestion that each individual requires their own bedroom or even their own bed. In the majority of countries around the world, co-sleeping and room sharing between parents and children is the standard practice of care, to the extent that it would be considered completely unreasonable to expect a child (let alone a baby) to sleep alone. In Japan, where co-sleeping ranks the highest in the world, sleep is described as a river, with the parents occupying the banks and the child as the flowing water held safely between. We co-slept with our daughter for the first six months of her life, although it wasn’t in the formation of a river but more like a motorbike (our bed) with a sidecar (her crib). Given the grunts, hoots and whistles she regularly emitted as she dozed, this analogy feels more apt than the backdrop of a babbling brook. In any instance, she was never more than an arm’s reach away during those thick, dark nights when every insane sound she made was heightened in the silence of a slumbering home. After that, we moved her into The Baby’s Room which we had decorated and furnished with playful odds and sods that said more about our whimsy of being parents than they did of any perceived personality trait of our child. It’s a curious thing, to decorate a room that someone else will occupy, without knowing a single thing about their tastes or interests.

The Baby’s Room had also been our study until that point, and when the time came to move the desk into the front room to make way for a changing table and crib, I felt slightly undone. I was ready to acknowledge that parenthood would come with an exchange of gains and losses, but there was something so bluntly literal about the act of becoming a mother that it necessitated my giving up a private place to write. I guess it’s a variation of that oft-debated line from Cyril Connelly: “There is no more sombre enemy of good art than the pram in the hallway." The irony is that it was only once my daughter was born that I found the capacity within myself to put pen to paper in a more expansive way, and during my maternity leave I wrote the first draft of a book proposal. Perhaps it’s an even greater irony that four years later I am writing these words whilst my son is wailing in the room next door, as my husband tries to rock him to sleep. Perhaps, like nature, art will always find a way. 

One of the consequences of giving up our study in place of The Baby’s Room, was the associated shame (entirely on my part) that came with living in a home that appeared too small for all our needs and wants. I come from a country that places a great deal of emphasis on the Family Home, variations of which most of my peers now live in and are currently extending, remodelling or digging out extensive basements underneath. Family Homes have a garden, enough bedrooms for everyone, a guest room, more than one bathroom, and the kinds of open plan kitchen-cum-dining rooms that are increasingly of a single aesthetic that populates all our Instagram feeds. Family Homes tend to come with their own social media accounts, so we can follow our friends’ #HomeReno updates and post fire emojis under pictures of construction sites. I have spent a good many years reflecting on what makes us feel good, mad and sad about home, and I can tell you that the insidious rise of interior design content which is beyond the skills and budget of the overwhelming majority is making a lot of us fucking miserable about our living situations. 

After a while, the question of where will the baby go stopped masquerading as a concern about where, practically, the baby will sleep, and revealed itself for what it was: a shameful desire to meet some kind of social norm as a Family of Four. This revelation came to me in the winter of 2022, after a shockingly awful year pockmarked by loss. During this time we had tried, and failed, to sell our apartment and buy a house. For nine long months our home sat on the market, and most weekends we spent our free time cleaning and decluttering so the estate agent could bring one or two people over for a viewing that never materialised into anything other than a pass. That weekend, in early December, when we pulled our home off the market and accepted our fate, I wept. It was another grief, of sorts—the ambiguous loss of a life I had imagined in our new house; one with enough potential to become a Family Home. 

These days, when I’m feeling a bit out of sorts at home and in need of a reset, I roam around the apartment and find things to fix or do—packing toys away in their rightful boxes, folding laundry, changing lightbulbs, that kind of thing. Invariably, I’ll end up standing in my daughter’s room gazing at all the things that make this space sing with her personality that we could never have anticipated when we picked out paint colours—the paintings bluetacked at a wonky angle on the wall, the rock and gravel collection, the basket of teddies, the plastic box stuffed with countless beaded bracelets she’s made for us all. I can’t even remember what it looked like when it was a study, and I don’t care any more. I didn’t lose anything when I moved my desk out, because it was never a trade to begin with. The day we turned that room into our daughter’s bedroom, we simply dialled up the joy in our lives. I couldn’t see it for a long time, but now I know that I’ve been living in a Family Home all along.

So where will the baby go now that we are four and our home is still, resolutely, the same size as before? He’ll go right here, of course—with us. 

[fallenstar193]

Martin Slaughter

Nickname: Vampire 

The Horse County Skinner - nicknamed this by the police

Age: 21

Sexuality: Bisexual 

Looks :

Martin is a natural brunette although his current shade is not is natural shade, he takes great pride in his hair. Often seen with a smirk on his face, Martin is often seen as smug and as though he knows something everyone else doesn't. Standing at only 5'6 Martin doesn't seem threatening in the least, although it's surprising how much damage he can inflict.

Personality:

Martin seems very calm on the surface, the kind of man that doesn't break under pressure. Martin keeps all his rage hidden under the surface, only letting it out when he wants it to be seen. He has a keen mind for planning, however he only puts so much thought into things he wants rather than things other people want him to do. Confident compared to most, it seems as though he's found his purpose in the family, even if it seems immoral. But family always comes first no matter what. 

Likes:

Blood

Absynth

Journaling

Candy

Flaying

Star Gazing 

Dislikes :

The Cook

Loud music 

Elevators

His special doves running away from him

Tattoos

Motorcycles 

Fears:

Being alone

The family being found out by the police 

Bio:

Born two loving parents that wanted to distance themselves from a certain side of a family. Of course Martin had an older brother named Abraham who just loved to tease the poor boy. Martin simply endured it but a small piece of hate began to fester. Martin was a good child until the age of 11, where he had accidentally killed the next door neighbor cat. Yet oddly Martin didn’t feel fear but instead a moment of thrill. It was strange and something Martin couldn’t grasp, but for once in his life this feeling made him happy. So in the next 3 months Martin would hunt down wild small animals and brutally kill them. Though such dark secret would easily be told by his brother. This sense of stigma caused Martin to become an outcast within his family, never seen as a person but a monster. Something Martin mother kept reminding him everyday as if he was a curse. Not seeing the factor that Martin needed some help, but this consequence would boil over after 5 years on Christmas Day. The parents were asleep as the boys were awake at night. Sneakily eating the cherry pie until it was the last slice. 

Abraham taunted Martin with delight that he would always be the favorite. And that mother could never love a monster like him. This made something snap with Martin because the next thing Martin was calmly eating the last pie slice. While Abraham dead body rested in a pool of blood. Not faze by the blood splatters on him, the bloody screwdriver on the table nor the screams of the parents when they uncover the scene. And when asked why Martin would do such a horrible crime, his response was simple, “I just wanted the last pie slice.” is what started her inner rage. The parents fully decided that it was best to never let Martin ever leave the home or seen. So in their way of helping Martin they kept him locked in the basement for 3 years. Where at times the father in drunken rage would beat Martin out of anger that he killed Abraham. 

However what the parents didn’t count on was Martin breaking free from his hell hole on the night of Christmas. Appearing before his parents as he held a large kitchen knife as a craze smile crept on Martin’s face. “Hello mother and father. You both seem so shock? It’s okay..let me show you all my love I had store for you both.” Without a second to spare Martin killed his parents before setting the home ablaze. To him this was a new start…a new self. Along his journey he came across a girl named Sissy. Who almost did kill him if it wasn’t for revealing his last name. This brought a new revelation to Martin that there was a family side that was just like him. That bloodlust being unchained and family bond being thicker than blood itself. Without a second Martin soon joined Slaughter family. Sure they were bat shit crazy but to Martin he was right at home. 

Martin quickly earned himself the nickname of the Horse County Skinner due to the fact he flayed his victims. The particularly barbaric way he killed coupled with how many people he managed to kill caused him to become reliable to provide for the family. 

Theme Song: Monster by Lady Gaga

Quotes:

“Bubba I found this pretty wig. I think you’ll look beautiful. Let’s try it on ya!”- Martin to Bubba 

“Times are changing old man. Soon enough you’ll be useless.” Martin to Cook 

“Let's play a game! Which body part do you need the least?' ... ''Please' isn't a body part” - Martin when he is killing a victim 

“What are you doing? You just keep surprising me. I like that.”  - Martin when he is stabbed by a victim 

“Just do what I say, follow me I’ll light the way.” - Martin to a victim 

“In control that’s how I like it .And I’m never letting it go.” - Martin to a victim 

“You must of seen so many things Sissy. Is it really true…that outside of this town. There is a breathless beauty?” - Martin to Sissy

“You get too close and I might break you. I don’t want that.” Martin to ???

”Please let me taste your blood. It won’t hurt. I promise. You’re my sweet dove.” Martin to ???

”What exactly do you see in me? A broken man or a monster?” Martin to ???

”Did I do something wrong? Don’t go.” Martin to ???

[newswritermel]

First Friends Matter

The first friend you make in life sets the tone for all other relationships. At least I believe that. I am fortunate that my first friend was wonderful. Her name was KayKay. KayKay was a year or two older than me. She lived next door to us in Montgomery, Alabama. Our neighborhood includes a row of what was called VA homes because they were bought by GIs who got government benefits for their service. The homes were highly affordable to these men, most who fought in World War 2, and who were now starting families as part of the baby boom. From what I remember, KayKay was a general's daughter. I don't remember her parents although I remember liking them very much. I suppose KayKay was likely the first child I met because there are pictures of me as a baby with her next to me. She and I were different personalities. KayKay did stuff for no reason at all other than she could. She had no substantial fear and created whatever she thought of. I was always more cautious. My dad said I was born nervous. I liked to color within the lines, made sure my work was perfect and wasn't as apt to try things that posed a significant risk of failure. Unless I was with KayKay. There was a metal, chain-linked fence that separated our yards. The entries were at the front of the fence facing the street so there was no good way to move back and forth between yards without getting permission from parents to leave the backyard and go down the other driveway. KayKay figured out that we weren't technically leaving our assigned spaces if we climbed over the fence. She did it readily and encouraged me to do it two. I was probably three and wasn't so sure about this idea. "Come on," she said from her yard. Her blonde hair blew in the summer breeze, getting into her face. She brushed it out of the way. "I did it. It's not hard. Just put your feet in the holes and climb." I finally relented and climbed the fence, even managing to get over the scary top that was a full four feet off the ground. I was in her yard. My fear of getting into trouble quickly waned as she showed me her hideaway that she created in a group of bushes. It was kind of like a cave but with greenery. We sat in there and talked and then she decided we needed a snack. I'm sure that her mother already had seen us and called my mother because Mama wasn't out looking for me. She never let me out of her sight. Snacks and drinks came and we talked about castles, princes, dogs, and cats. It was quite the conversation. Eventually, Mama came out a called and it was time to go. Surprisingly, she wasn't upset to see me climb over the fence to return to our yard. She was rather proud. "You're becoming a big girl, aren't you," she said as I trotted to her. She hollered at KayKay to tell her thanks for looking after me. "You're welcome," KayKay shouted back as she headed inside her home. The friendship with KayKay lasted a year or so before I was told she and her family were moving. I wasn't sad but I didn't really understand what moving meant. I was told she would come back to visit or there would be phone calls. Phone calls came and went. Then, they stopped. She never came back. I don't know where she is now or how her life turned out but I will always remember her kindness to the little cautious kid next door. In my mind, she will always be my first best friend, the first one to accept me, and the first one to get me to try something new. For that, I am grateful.

[captain039]

Secrets of mutation PART 2

Logan(wolverine) x reader

Warnings: Age gap, student/teacher, AOB, trauma, swearing, sexual, intimate, a little forceful

Xmen X new mutants

AOB will be referred to second gender xD

Last chapter <-

Getting use to other people was difficult. You stayed with your little group most of the time, but when classes were sorted out you were separated, Rahne and Danny seemed eager to get into the whole school while Sam just tagged along and Roberto tried to find Illyana. You felt like the odd one out, trying to figure out your mutation, second gender, your past, things seemed to pile on, and why that man, Logan or the wolverine, had such a strong scent to you, nobody else did. The professor said he would help once you got settled, you didn’t settle well, not in this situation, not knowing anything. After a few days you went to find the professor, rummaging through students before sighing at his office.

“Come in” he said before you even got to knock.

“Ah Y/n” he greeted as you looked to the other person in the room.

“Sorry- do you want me to come back?” You asked.

“No come in, it’s alright” the Professor smiled beckoning you to sit. You avoided eye contact with the man at all costs, the same strong scent coming off him.

“You’re here for answers” the Professor said and you nodded.

“You’re much like Logan here, though you didn’t take a bullet to the head” he chuckled and you snapped your head to look at him in shock. He raised his eyebrows sighing, his arms crossed also. You’ve heard about his mutation, claws and quick healing apparently. You glanced to his fists seeing nothing and frowned.

“You wanna see them?” He asked noticing you eyes.

“Sorry-“ you flushed looking away.

“It’s ok kid” he scoffed a smiled on his face. You heard a slicing sound and looked. You stared wide eyed at the silver claws coming out of his knuckles.

“Doesn’t that hurt?” You said wanting to go closer.

“You can go closer” the Professor smiled assuringly.

“I won’t scratch ya” Logan said as you stood. You looked at them in awe, you hadn’t seen many mutants besides the ones you were with.

“It hurts every time they come out” he said rather quietly.

“Oh I didn’t mean to make you hurt yourself-“ you glanced between him and the professor in apology.

“I’ve just-“ you sighed.

“I haven’t seen a lot of things before” you mumbled lifting your hand to run your fingers along the blunt edge.

“Is it steel?” You asked as the man stared at you.

“Adamanthium” The Professor said.

“An indestructible metal” he added.

“Woah” you whispered.

“So is it just your claws that are metal?” You asked.

“His whole skeleton is” the Professor spoke again.

“Were you born with metal in you?” You asked softly and he chuckled his claws going back in.

“No I was bone before I went into an experiment” Logan spoke this time and you frowned.

“Not like your programs though” you nodded at his words and backed away.

“Thank you for showing me- I guess I’m a new kid learning again” you said a little embarrassed.

“I think they’re cool” you added sitting down with your eyes cast down.

“You’re in a good place now kid, the Professor will help you out” Logan rested a hand on your shoulder before leaving and you watched.

“Seems he likes you” the Professor chuckled.

“What-?” You mumbled.

“Take it as a compliment dear, he’s usually a grumpy old man” he chuckled again.

“Oh” you said glancing to the door again intrigued.

“Shall we start at the beginning?” He asked catching your attention again.

“What’s the beginning?” You asked.

“Simple things, age, name, last name” he shrugged.

“My names Y/n Y/l/n” you said and he nodded. You were confused but said your age and he nodded again.

“I’m a mutant?” You shrugged.

“Good, do you remember anything about your family?” He asked and you frowned.

“I only get glimpses of people without faces, laughs and a house” you said fiddling with your fingers.

“Do you remember their names?” He quizzed.

“No” you whispered sadly.

“I have feelings of happiness when I remember, family happiness, I don’t know if that helps?” You sighed.

“It’s a start” the Professor smiled.

“What do you remember from waking up at the program?” He asked.

“I was on a hospital bed, well I was cuffed to a hospital bed, um the room was creepy like in a horror movie hospital. Dr Reyes came in said I was a mutant and I’d just shown” you thought a bit going through memories.

“I never showed my mutation though so I doubted I even was one, Magik didn’t like me kept picking on me, Rahne said that she could smell me? Like I had a different scent to the others. I don’t know why” you mumbled the last bit.

“It wasn’t a program more of a prison, I remember having horrible nightmares but that was from Danny apparently” you trailed off.

“Yes her mutation is quite unique I’ve never seen anything like it” the Professor spoke.

“Yeah, I don’t really remember much” you said softly sighing.

“That’s alright, that’s why you’re here, to unlock your past and create a future” he smiled at you.

“Can I ask something?” You said and he nodded.

“Of course” he smiled.

“About our second gender” you mumbled.

“Ah with that, I can go through your mind and find it for you, it’ll be like you never didn’t know it” you nodded a little confused.

“It may sting though” he moved to sit in front of you and you took a deep breath as he pressed his fingers to your temple.

Memories flashed by and your mind scrambled while you gripped the chair. Your heart sped as voices and images flashed through your memories.

“Y/n” you didn’t realise he had stopped as you shook on the chair. You had cried out as too many things flashed by, memories flooding, people, places. You sobbed softly at the memory of your parents being murdered before the men took you. You remembered changing and running into the woods before the tranquillised you.

You groaned in pain as you tumbled on the floor, body shaking uncontrollably. You heard Rahnes voice close but couldn’t focus on what was happening as your bones changed and reshaped.

You laid on the floor, eyes closed and breathing steady. You heard faint voices as you slowly opened your eyes and lifted your head.

“That’s why you could sense her Rahne” you heard the professor say. You went to speak but it came out a distorted meow almost. You frowned looking to Rahne as she stared at you.

“You’re a cat” she said and you froze.

“Like a big cat” you looked to Danny behind her who spoke.

“Is it Y/n?” Sam asked.

“Yes” the Professor answered for you as you looked back to him.

“She’s got her memories back too” he said and they all looked surprised.

You felt your body change again and sighed as you laid on the ground naked.

“Here” Sam quickly covered you with a blanket and you thanked him softly.

“Seems we unlocked a little more than expected” the Professor said and you nodded not bothering to get off the ground.

Next chapter ->

[absolutepokemontrash]

MC’s Half Demon and They Look Awfully Familiar Lessons 13-15

Series Masterlist

Y’all know what’s coming up next, time for some *~buildup~*. So I’ve decided to forgo my usual bullet point system for the next two parts in the series so it’ll just be a full fic chapter style thing. Anyway, enjoy the prelude to the angst!

MC was comfortable.

They were sprawled out on the floor of Lucifer’s study, folding and crinkling old bits of paperwork that their father had damned to the shredder. Bean attempted to swat at the loose paper, only to flop onto his back. MC giggled and scratched behind his ears, the kitten batted at their hand in response.

Lucifer was doing paperwork, though he was getting quite distracted by the antics of his child and the cat.

Finishing up their paper snowflakes, MC unfolded them and hummed to themselves. The snowflakes turned out much better than that line of paper people that they had accidentally decapitated earlier.

“Tadaaaa!” MC chirped, holding up the paper snowflakes.

Lucifer looked at them, then chuckled and shook his head. “MC, I know it’s winter up in the human world, but it’s not down here. Why are you making snow themed decorations?”

“There’s no sun in the Devildom, it’s always a little cold out.” MC replied. “So it’s gotten me in a snowflake-y mood.”

Lucifer smiled slightly as he adjusted the paper orchids on his desk. MC had attributed their skill in paper crafts to their plethora of Mother and Father’s Day gifts they had given to their other parent over the years.

“What are you working on now?” He asked as he continued to absentmindedly work through the mountain of paperwork.

“I need to make something for Beel.” MC sighed. “I made him a pizza slice craft… but he ate it.”

“Perhaps this time you should make him a Fangol ball.”

“Yeah… that might be best.”

MC had offered to help out their father with anything involving the exchange program, any questions or improvements to be made, any issues that needed to be solved, and things that could be done to make future students more comfortable. Things were going well, but not every bit of work Lucifer was doing involved the exchange program, which left MC to play with the cat and the loose paper.

“Do you need help with anything, father?” MC asked, rolling onto their back and holding Bean above them.

“Not yet, MC.” Lucifer replied. “Most of your work here is done anyway.”

“Hmph, that sucks.” MC pouted. “I like helping you.”

They caught the ghost of a smile on Lucifer’s face after they said that.

“It’s nice that someone in this house does.”

They continued to play with the cat, Bean ended up getting his claws stuck in the carpet, MC had to help him out, Bean returned the favour by attacking MC’s poor defenseless hand.

“MC?”

“Yes?” MC looked up from their battle with Bean.

“What was your life like in the human world? I assume it wasn’t common knowledge that you’re half demon.”

MC giggled a bit. “Kind of boring, it’s much more exciting down here. Back in the human world I couldn’t exactly practice my magic without needing to explain to the insurance guy that the reason the windows are broken is because I wanted to move the remote closer to me without getting up.”

“Hm.” Lucifer smirked. “Laziness gets you nowhere.”

“I know. But at least now I can move things without breaking anything I don’t want broken.” MC smiled as they used their magic to move their father’s coffee mug a few inches to the left. Lucifer raised an eyebrow.

MC felt their hair get ruffled and their glasses moved slightly off their nose. “What about you, father? What was life like without me?”

“Well, it wasn’t boring.” Lucifer replied. “Just ever so slightly less chaotic.”

Bean lost interest in the game and rushed out of the room to yowl angrily at one of the vases in the library or hallway. According to Lucifer, those artifacts came with the house and were insanely cursed. Bean appeared to be offended that he wasn’t allowed to knock the objects off of the table.

MC took a quick breath and steeled themselves to ask a question they had asked a dozen times before. “What about the time before that? Like when you were in the Celestial Realm?”

Lucifer stiffened in his seat. “Why do you want to know about that?”

“No one really talks about it, and I want to know.” MC frowned, but did their best to shrug as casually as they could. “I also want to know about Lilith, no one ever talks about her.”

“Just wanting to know isn’t a terribly good reason for digging up the past.”

MC bristled at his dismissive tone, every time they had asked about that time he had avoided answering. They ground their teeth as they responded. “Well, this is my family too, I deserve to be a part of it.”

“What does knowing about the Celestial Realm have anything to do with being a part of the family?”

“Because I’m the only one who doesn’t have any memories of it!” MC finally snapped. “Even Satan has some of your memories and I have nothing! I’m being left out and it’s not fair!”

Lucifer looked up from his paperwork and glared at MC. “Watch your tone.”

They looked away and muttered something under their breath.

“Speak clearly, MC, I don’t have time for mumbling.” Lucifer said, his patience rapidly draining.

“I said you sure keep a lot of secrets!” MC growled, getting to their feet and crossing their arms. “You won’t tell me why the Grimoire is downstairs, you won’t tell me anything about the Celestial Realm or the Celestial War, you won’t tell me why I’m not allowed to go in the attic, you’re keeping so much from me!”

“Has it ever crossed your mind that you don’t need to know about any of those things?”

“I don’t need to but I have a right to!” MC felt every single one of their insecurities rise and bubble in their chest. “You don’t trust me, do you? That’s why you won’t tell me anything!”

“MC, calm down.” Lucifer growled.

“No!” They snarled. “You’ve been keeping me in the dark!”

Lucifer slammed his hands on his desk, cutting them off. MC almost flinched at the sudden noise, the silence that followed was deafening as they stiffened their posture and felt their hands curl into fists.

“Take a walk, MC. You’re being ridiculous.”

MC opened their mouth to speak, to yell, to scream about the unfairness of it all, then closed it. What good would it have done? They turned on their heel and stomped out of the study.

—————

Time heals all wounds, doesn’t it? Not this time considering Lucifer and MC were still upset at how their last chat ended.

Mammon, Asmo, Beel, Satan, Levi, and MC were lounging around in the living room. It was time for the monthly repainting of everyone’s nails, and MC was getting their turn.

“You have to take better care of your nails, MC.” Asmo tutted. “Clean them more often, file them, take those vitamins I recommended,”

When Asmo was lecturing someone, it was always very much a: ‘nod and make random affirming noises every once and a while’ situation. Mammon snickered at MC’s predicament.

“Don’t think you’re exempt!” Asmo held up the nail clippers at Mammon. “Your nails are filthy too!”

The two began to bicker, MC rolled their eyes and moved over, their nails were still half finished. Satan let out an explosive sigh and closed his book.

“Another day in paradise.”

“Paradise Lost, you mean?” MC teased, Satan scoffed and rolled his eyes.

The formerly average bickering of the second and fifth borns had slowly begun to escalate to their usual game of ‘who can make the other cry first’, a game which Asmo was defending champion of.

“Would both of you dummies CRAM IT?!” MC turned and snapped, the two ignored them and their shouting only grew in volume. “I don’t even know why I try.”

The two’s fight had shifted from words to throwing things, nail polish bottles, the nail filers, the clippers, pillows, mugs, the coasters, nothing was off limits. A wayward nail polish bottle hit Satan in the head and ended up spilling all over his pants.

“You two…” Satan growled. MC shifted away from Satan and got closer to Beel, Satan had been progressively getting more and more irritated as the day went on, and this was the straw that broke the camel’s back. “YOU FUCKING IDIOTS!”

Satan leapt off the couch which resulted in Beel dropping his massive stack of pancakes onto the floor. MC suddenly felt significantly less safe.

“Beel, it’s okay, we can make more really quickly.” MC offered, gently patting him on the shoulder. Beel looked from MC, to his poor pancakes, then let out a mournful sigh.

“I’m hungry…” he mumbled, MC leaned their head against his arm.

“We could order in from Ristorante Six if you want!”

The entire time that conversation was taking place, Satan, Asmo, and Mammon were in the middle of killing each other. Levi rolled his eyes and shifted his position in the armchair, the sounds coming from his 3DS got louder as he tried to drown out the fighting.

“Tsk… stupid normies.”

Finally fed up, MC shot up from their seat. “WOULD YOU IDIOTS SHUT UP?!”

The creaking of the door to the living room opening caused everyone to freeze, Lucifer..? No… not him.

Belphegor pushed open the door.

As casual as could be, he grinned and gave everyone a wave. “My dearest brothers, oh how I’ve missed you…”

Everyone stood in complete and utter silence as Belphie casually strolled into the room, he surveyed the mess and let out a giggle.

“Geez, don’t fall over yourselves to welcome me home.”

“…Belphie?” Beel took a few tentative steps forward, then rushed forward and scooped his twin into a back breakingly tight hug.

“Hello to you too, Beel,” Belphie’s smile could have lit up the entire Devildom as he gave Beel a few light pats on the back with his one free arm. “You guys could learn a thing or two from him.”

“Y-you’re supposed to be up in the human world, what are you doing here?” Asmodeus finally piped up.

“Well, I wasn’t actually in the human world. I was locked in the attic.”

“What?!”

Everyone with the exception of MC expressed their shock with a variety of cursing and confused exclamations. MC looked down at their feet and clasped their hands behind their back.

“I’m out now,” Belphie gestured to himself. “Obviously. And we have MC to thank for that.”

MC was now the centre of attention, they felt their face burn with embarrassment. “I-I u-uhm…”

“Speak up, MC,” Everyone whipped their heads around to see Lucifer standing in the now open doorway, his posture was stiff but his expression was completely murderous. “What exactly is Belphegor talking about?”

Their heart hammered in their chest and their ears began to ring. Shit… shit… this wasn’t supposed to happen this way… MC’s ribs seemed to constrict and tighten with guilt as their heart continued to race.

“Oh fuck off,” Belphie scoffed. “You know full well what I’m talking about. You’re the one who locked me up there!”

“Lucifer…” Beel growled. “Is that true..?”

“Yes!” MC finally found their voice and met their father’s stare. “It is true! I found Belphie stuck in the attic over a month ago.”

Lucifer’s eyes flashed dangerously as he shifted his gaze to Belphie. “And the attic is where he’ll stay.”

“Like hell!” Belphie spat. “I’m not going back up there.”

“Do you really think you’re in any place to defy me right now?”

“He’s not going back into the attic, Lucifer.” Beel practically snarled.

The air cackled with tension before MC spoke up again. “Father, can’t we just talk-”

“Stay out of this, MC.”

MC felt the tips of their ears redden as they clenched their fists and stepped up next to Beel and Belphie. “No.”

“MC-”

“No!” MC growled. “Why should I listen to you?! You haven’t told me why you took such bullshit measures to keep your own brother locked up in the attic and lied to everyone about it! What gives you the right to tell me what to do?!”

With one final glare shot over their shoulder, MC, Beel, and Belphie stormed out of the house, leaving the other five brothers behind.

Taking into account Beel’s much larger height and amount of strength, it was a miracle MC was even touching the floor while the trio sped down the street. Belphie was completely elated, taking extra time to walk ahead and point things out.

“Ahh,” Belphie sighed, resting his hands behind his head. “It feels so good to be free…”

“I’ll bet,” Beel smiled softly at his twin and ruffled his hair. “I’m sorry I didn’t-”

“Beel, shush. None of this is your fault.” Belphie tutted.

MC kept their eyes trained on the ground, a ball of guilt beginning to form in their gut. Was this the right thing to do? Run away? What were they going to do..?

“MC?” Beel asked as he suddenly lifted them onto his shoulders, MC squeaked in surprise and scrambled to adjust their balance so they didn’t topple over. “You okay?”

“Ye… yes Beel.” MC took a breath before beginning to giggle. “I’m okay.”

“So uh…” Belphie looked around. “Where are we going to go? I don’t have any money on me.”

“Neither do I,” Beel mumbled. “And I left my DDD back at the house…”

MC thought for a moment, then brightened and pulled out their DDD. “Purgatory Hall! Luke owes me a favour, and there’s no way he’d turn us away.”

“Whose Luke?” Belphie asked.

“MC’s best friend.” Beel replied.

“He’s not my best friend!” MC sputtered, nearly dropping their DDD while in the middle of crafting the text to the angel. “He just owes me a favour after I saved him from those stupid lesser demons…”

“Oh, okay then.” MC felt Beel subtly shake his head to Belphie, who snickered.

Soon, the three were crammed into Luke’s room at Purgatory Hall. MC had been there and stayed over dozens of times before, but the near constant smell of baked goods that permeated throughout the entire dorm hall never failed to make them drool. It seemed that Beel was having an even worse time with the amazing smells, he was staring off into space with a long string of drool dangling out of his mouth.

Luke folded his arms and tapped his foot as he tried to unsuccessfully scowl at the three. The angel had just recently come to terms with MC’s parentage but clearly wasn’t ready to host two full demons in his temporary home.

Simeon on the other hand was quickly looking from Belphie, to Beel, then to MC as if trying to glean the details of the entire situation from their facial expressions and posture alone.

It wasn’t difficult to see that MC wasn’t doing terribly good. The realization had finally fully sunken in and they were anxiously fidgeting in their seat.

Belphie seemed the most calm out of the group, he was leaning back against the couch like he didn’t have a care in the world, if the ottoman were just a little bit closer it looked like he might have kicked his feet up.

“So,” Solomon said, absentmindedly twirling a string of bright purple magic between his fingers. “What’s the story here?”

“Family drama…” MC murmured, their eyes unconsciously flicking to look at Belphegor.

“Family drama that was both caused and solved, by you, MC.” Belphie chirped. “I haven’t thanked you for getting me out of the attic yet, have I?”

MC knitted their eyebrows in confusion. “I never got you out of the attic… I haven’t gone up there in over five days…”

“Then…” Belphie said slowly. “What opened the door?”

Now that was a question that couldn’t be answered by anyone in the room, which left the group in quite the awkward spot. In the end it didn’t end up mattering too much, Belphie was just happy to be out of the attic, and even though the trio were technically in hiding, he was just glad that this was all on his own terms.

Beel and Belphie took some time to catch up while Luke and MC played crazy eights. MC was beating him, but Luke didn’t plan on surrendering any time soon. The half demon continued to fidget and twitch throughout the game, their heart and mind racing despite the complete lack of nearby threats. Luke took notice and also began to fidget.

“I…um…” Luke mumbled and looked away. “Are you… are you and Lucifer okay?”

MC pursed their lips and gave him a half-shrug. Luke hadn’t exactly taken the news that Lucifer was MC’s father very well… for a while he refused to even look at MC properly, and when Lucifer found out about how upset that was making MC… Luke was lucky MC was just sad and not angry.

Even Luke with all his ‘demons are awful and evil’ talk, no one could deny that Lucifer cared about MC a whole lot.

“We’re um… I don’t know.” MC finally replied. “He’s mad at me… I’m mad at him… y’know…”

Luke chewed on the inside of his cheek and nodded, awkwardly giving MC a quick pat on the head. “It’s okay, MC. I’m sure it’ll be okay.”

Giggling slightly, MC returned the head pat, their spirits rising slightly. “Gasp! A chihuahua petting someone? This is amazing, call the news stations!”

“Hey!”

After silencing Luke’s yapping and agreeing that he was in fact an angel and not a chihuahua, MC found themselves leaning on the doorway to one of Purgatory Hall’s balconies. Belphie stood with his back to MC, leaning on the railing and letting the wind gently ruffle his hair. He had a serene smile spread across his face as he took a deep breath in.

“Belphie?” MC asked, padding over to look over the railing next to the Avatar of Sloth. “What are you doing out here?”

“Just enjoying the fresh air. The attic got really musty after a bit.” Belphie replied, another gust of wind blew past, making MC shiver. “It’s nice…”

“Well, enjoy it all you want, because you’ll never be stuck up there again!” MC chirped, but their cheery demeanour faltered as thoughts of the rest of their family entered their mind.

Belphie opened his mouth to say something, then closed it. His eyes narrowed as he stared blankly ahead for a few moments. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as his now analytical gaze moved to MC. “You miss them.”

The comment wasn’t framed as a question, more a statement with the slightest tinge of disbelief. MC looked up at him and nodded. “Of course I miss the others. The reason I got you out of the attic was so we could all be together. I didn’t want the reunion to be like… like this…”

A smirk made its way onto Belphie’s face as he held out his arms. “Does someone need a hug? It sounds like you need a hug.”

The teasing tone almost immediately made MC roll their eyes, but they stopped themselves. They really did need a hug… they rushed forward and wrapped their arms around their uncle, the soft cardigan cushioning their face. Belphie slowly patted MC’s back, his hands slowly rising until one rested right between their shoulder blades, he then stiffened. MC felt him suddenly suck in a breath of air, but his arms remained wrapped around MC.

“Belphie..?” The half demon asked again, shifting their head to look up at him. He was staring straight ahead, almost like he didn’t want to even look at them.

“You…” Belphie whispered. “You care about them… don’t you..?”

MC felt the hand resting between their shoulder blades tense ever so slightly as it rose to the back of their neck.

“Of course I do, you guys are my family.”

Belphie stood completely frozen, MC slowly began to unwrap their arms from the hug, but Belphie remained rooted in place, and the hand on the back of their neck prevented them from fully leaving.

“And they…” Belphie gulped. “They really care about you…”

The two stood completely frozen in silence for God knows how long before Belphie let out a shuddering breath and practically collapsed into MC, the hand that was formerly against their neck was now cradling their head as he gave MC a hug so tight and suffocating that MC was worried their back might break.

“I’m sorry MC… damn it I’m so sorry…” Belphie whispered, pain and regret lacing every single word while MC could only knit their eyebrows in confusion and gently pat him on the back.

“I-it’s not your fault, Belphie, everything will be fine, okay?”

MC felt Belphie shake his head as he released them from the hug, his expression was a crude mixture of glassy and downright horrified.

“I don’t know about that, kiddo.” He rasped, he slowly reached a hand out and ruffled MC’s hair, before giving them a half-smile. “But thanks anyway.”

That odd interaction lingered in the back of MC’s mind as the day progressed. The complete radio-silence from the HOL had been the front runner in MC’s growing list of worries. Why hadn’t anyone tried to call them? Or go after them?

Luke being the sweet friend he was, invited MC to bake with him. The delicious smell of freshly made chocolate chip cookies didn’t exactly soothe MC’s anxieties, in fact, they only worsened when the sound of shouting made its way into the kitchen.

“What’s going on up there?” MC said as they stared up at the ceiling.

“Maybe it’s-”

The hairs on the back of MC’s neck stood straight up as a massive magical shockwave slammed into the two. This wasn’t any ordinary magic, it was ancient, and much more powerful than anything MC had ever felt before. For the first time in their life the little voice in the back of their head wasn’t screaming at them to fight and prove their superiority, it was begging them to surrender. To run and hide and pray to whatever would listen that whoever set off that magic wouldn’t find them.

Thousands of years worth of demonic instincts went ignored as MC rushed out of the kitchen to go see where and what the source of the magic was. Their blood ran cold when they reached the top of the staircase and saw exactly who was standing there.

He had clearly just shifted out of his demon form a second prior, the golden glow in his eyes had just begun to dull when his gaze landed on MC.

“L-lord Diavolo…” MC stood completely straight and still, they did their best to suppress the shudders that wracked their spine while they were in the presence of the Crown Prince of the Devildom. The very idea of addressing the demon that stood before them with any kind of disrespect or even camaraderie was completely absent from their head.

Diavolo’s gaze softened ever so slightly, but that provided no comfort to MC as every limb in their body seized up.

“MC,” He nodded in greeting. “I’m glad you’re well.”

Feeling slowly began to trickle back into MC’s arms, but they didn’t dare move from their spot. “What are… um… what happened?”

“Well,” Diavolo began. “Belphegor being out of the attic is the main reason I’m here.”

“Y-you knew about that?” MC sputtered.

“Yes, and after someone let Belphegor out of the attic I needed to make sure he didn’t do any damage.”

“Damage..?” MC mumbled. “What do you mean damage?”

Diavolo sighed and took a few steps closer to MC. “I take it you know Belphegor opposed the exchange program, right?”

MC nodded.

“Do you know why?”

MC hesitated, then shook their head. “No. No one told me.”

Diavolo looked away from MC, his forehead creased in thought before he eventually shook his head. “You’ve done a lot for your family, MC, you took on a burden no one asked you to take, and that’s very commendable. But it’s time you let the adults handle things, alright?”

“Alright?!” Any lingering traces of fear completely vanished as MC clenched their fists and stared down Diavolo. “This isn’t fair! Belphie hasn’t done anything wrong!”

“While free, Belphegor poses a threat to more than just the exchange program.” The shift in tone from calm to stern made any retort MC could possibly muster die in their throat. Diavolo smoothly moved past them as he began his descent down the staircase.

He turned to look at them once again, and his voice softened. “One day I hope you’ll understand my reasoning and be able to forgive me, MC.”

After Diavolo left, MC sprinted into Luke’s room where Belphie and Beel were supposed to be, only to find Beel floating midair. He was posed in a way like he was lunging for something, his eyes flashed when he saw MC and he suddenly dropped straight to the ground.

“Diavolo took Belphie.” He rumbled.

“Yeah, I figured.” MC muttered as they helped up Beel. “Listen, we need to do something and I have an idea.”

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MC bolted through the hallways of the Demon Lord’s Castle, the memories from the retreat serving them well as they made it to the corridor where the door to Barbatos’ room was.

Beel was doing his part, he gathered his brothers and he was in the main hall distracting Barbatos and Diavolo by pleading their brother’s case. Not that any of them knew it was a distraction. MC’s plan wasn’t their best work, but it was all they had.

They twisted the doorknob and the door opened, revealing the creepy room MC remembered. Hundreds of doors lined the seemingly never ending walls of the room. Staircases twisted and winded around, leading to yet even more hallways. How was MC supposed to find the door they were looking for in there..?

MC shut the door behind them as they walked closer into the room and began to inspect the first sets of doors. Many of them were similar in features, but some had more… distressing things added on.

One of the doors was being held shut by dozens of heavy glowing chains, there was no padlock in sight, but the chains themselves seemed to be at least somewhat alive as they wrapped themselves protectively around the door. From the sudden feeling of intense dread and terror that gripped MC, they decided it would be best to steer clear from doors like that.

The hallways warped and shifted around MC as they continued to search the room for their door. They needed a door to at least a few hours before Belphegor somehow escaped from the attic.

“Down here?”

“This one.”

“Oh no… what have I gotten myself into..?”

Unfamiliar and unseen voices echoed down the never ending hallway, closely followed by the sounds of multiple doors opening and shutting. There were others somewhere in the room…

MC’s listening was brought to an abrupt halt when they passed by a seemingly normal looking door, but something about it yanked at their mind. This was the one. They just knew it. This was it. They were going to fix this. Fix all of it.

They opened the door and stepped in.

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Lesson 16’s coming up next folks, beware and be afraid!

[honeyhenry]

Tiny Vol. 2: Kal + Will

you can read the first instalment of Tiny here!

A/N: I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!! All the love for our sweet bear and Henry of course! And baby Will my new fave 😍

Warnings: Premature labour, a LOT of fluff 

as a family of three, you, Henry and Kal were the dream team

Kal had of course taken to you the moment you’d met him

a lot of the time Henry claimed you were more loving towards the big bear than him; “I’m your actual boyfriend, remember?”

Kal naturally being part of your inevitable wedding

hell, he was likely part of the proposal, as role of The Distractor, while Henry would wait on bended knee behind you

Kal knew that he didn’t have a place on the big kingsize bed, but that never stopped him from standing by the closed door of the bedroom whenever you and Henry were occupying it, waiting for either an invitation for cuddles, or for your day to start so he could have some company

and any available snacks, of course

On Henry’s birthday, just over a year into your marriage, you’d bribed the Akita with an extra large prime rib steak in the kitchen so that he could stay content downstairs, while you kept Henry more than content upstairs

It was only 3 weeks later that Kal started to press his large head onto your stomach

at first it was endearing, but over time he became persistent and Henry often had to get him to heel so that he would keep out of your way

it was only one missed period later that you realised your fluffy companion might have been onto something

with a fairly tame schedule for now, you and Henry had stopped “not trying” for a baby, deciding instead to just let it happen when it happened

and somehow Kal had been the first to find out that it had indeed, happened

over the next few weeks and months, it wasn’t just your large, concerned husband that was protective over you, but your bear of a dog too

by the time you were showing, Kal was in full guard dog form, growling at anyone who expressed any form of interest towards your growing belly

even Henry was on the receiving end of a warning growl now and then

but most of the time, Kal knew that Henry was likely safe, based on the look of love he often saw on his owner’s face towards you, and the special little moments his two humans have together with whatever is blooming within you

any strangers that get close to you would face the wrath of Kal because if whatever is happening gets this much love and attention, then it must be special to his Henry and his Mama

Kal hangs around you a lot, favouring you over Henry, especially in your last trimester

which makes Henry pout because damn it, Kal is taking his place most of the time

“Only because i’m carrying a little you.” you’d reassure your husband “he’ll be back to his Henry-loving ways after baby’s born.”

Kal often lays his big head on your bump when Henry isn’t there because he knows you’ll let him get away with it

but if Henry spots him he receives a “Kal, off!” just for your goofy husband to rest his own head there instead, chattering to the baby about things that sometimes have you falling asleep

his voice is soothing, yes

but his video game talk is just the perfect soundtrack for a nap

you get slower and slower as you enter the last few months

soon its just Kal and Henry going for walks together at the park

your bear always whined to you, pawing at your lap as you curl up on the sofa, while Henry would attempt to nod him over to the door

“Mumma can’t come today, she’s staying here with the baby. But she’ll call us if anything happens”

You get a soft kiss on the lips from one member of your family, and a lick on the hand from the fluffier one

Did you know it was Kal who saved the day, the morning you went into early labour?

you’d winced at a small twinge of pain, and then groaned out loud, taken by surprise as you had just been peeling some apples to be made into a stew

the sun was rising slowly, glinting the dewy grass out in the garden, your favourite view from the kitchen window

Henry was in his study, a floor up, with headphones on, completely oblivious to what was happening downstairs 

clinging to a table, you’d started to feel tight pain across your belly, issuing you with a mild dose of panic

of course, as Kal has been by your side for the past few months, he’s right there in an instant

he rushes over to you, sensing that something is wrong, watching you as you attempt to sit down on the floor to try and take control of the pain

he had pressed his big head to yours, nudging you as if to ask what he should do

“Get henry, go get Henry, Kal”

you didn’t have to tell him twice

he’d bolted to the study seeking out henry, knocking over everything he flies past, running as fast as he possibly can within the confines of the walls in the house

he was loudly barking the whole time, knowing that right now you are in jeopardy and that his Henry is your only saving grace 

he’d burst into Henry’s study nearly knocking the door off its hinges, almost jumping onto Henry’s lap

immediately Henry knew that something was wrong

normally a gentle giant around the house, Kal is bumping into things trying to reach his master, to get you the help you needed from Henry

“Kal, Kal show me where, what’s wrong. Is it Y/N? The baby? Mumma?”

He received a large bark in return, before Kal was rushing back to the kitchen to show his Henry where you were

Henry had raced behind Kal to where you were, panicking as he heard you call for him weakly

he eventually found you, sitting on the kitchen floor and clutching your belly in pain

Kal had stood by the door, watching Henry take over, his muscular form lifting you up and holding you close to get you to safety over on a soft chair

“it’s too early love, it’s got to be false contractions”

“they don’t feel false”

Kal had watched as Henry made a couple of calls, with sweat collecting at his brow

He had then spent a few moments with you, counting and calculating timings on his watch while you’d cried “it can’t be time, he’s not ready Henry”

Kal watched his Henry take your hands and stay close to you, trying to keep calm on the surface while making you a myriad of promises

just 10 minutes later, Kal had been left in the house alone 

his only hope was that you and his Henry will be okay when you return

he’d had a strange few days at a friend’s house

their garden was smaller and they had a cat, but Kal hadn't minded them too much

he had still been concerned about where his Henry and his Y/N went so suddenly

and why did you not want to take him with you?

On the Tuesday, Kal hears the words “You’re going back home today, to see your parents! And they have your baby brother waiting there too!”

Kal was delivered back home that afternoon, and comes bounding into the house, making a beeline for Henry who was waiting by the front door to greet his furry friend

You had stayed upstairs in the master bedroom with Will, making sure he was safe from the inevitable commotion downstairs

You’d heard Henry embrace Kal, talking to him like an old friend whom he hadn't seen in years

Kal was so riled up from being away for so long, and Henry still in a lovestruck daze from the last 72 hours

“I know we were gone so suddenly, but everything is okay. We’re back now, and we have someone special we want you to meet” you can hear your husband speak excitedly to the bear

Kal had whined in retaliation, as if to ask "why did you leave me, Henry? What could have possibly been so important?”

“Kal” and it’s Henry’s no nonsense voice that you’d recognised this time; “Your baby brother is upstairs with Mum but he is very little. Very, very small. And you’re a big bear. So we’re going to be calm. Okay? Calm and gentle bear, good boy.”

Henry's footsteps and the tinkling of Kal’s collar were becoming clearer and clearer before the door to the master bedroom creaks open 

and there stands Kal in all his fluffy glory

Henry is right by him, watching over every move Kal makes, with baited breath in case he decides to make a running leap towards you and your tiny bundle of joy

Henry had looked up to you with a gentle grin, ensuring the door was left open in the event of any sporadic movements, particularly if Kal wasn’t interested in this new person after all

“Knock knock, Kal’s promised to be good if he wants to see his brother”

Kal wants to jump up onto the bed but he knows he can’t, no matter how curious he is

so he just waits patiently by the bed, because whatever you were holding  seems important, especially given that Henry is being very stern with him

maybe this is the special thing that his Henry and Y/N had loved so much

he looks up at you as you lean down enough for him to see the baby’s little face 

“Kal, this is your baby brother. This is who all the fuss has been about. he’ll be able to play with you some day, when he’s a bit bigger.”

Kal blinks, taking the situation in

A new smell, a new person

A new, tiny Henry

At this realisation, he fondly rested his head in your lap right next to Will, receiving praise from Henry “easy boy, good boy Kal”

Kal makes an oath there and then to protect his tiny Henry

He sniffed a blanketed foot carefully, nuzzling it before staring at your sweet baby’s face

You look up at Henry briefly, and he’s already watching you as the rest of the scene plays out

“I think our boys are going to get along just fine” you murmur, basking in the fond greeting between Kal and baby Cavill

only for it to end a moment later when your son squeaks the quietest noise, causing Kal to back up quickly, shocked by the sound

“Ohh, are you saying hello to Kal honey? He is so gentle and fluffy isn’t he?” you’d cooed to the fidgeting bundle in your arms

“i think it’s Kal who needs to watch out around here now” Henry comments with a grin

Whenever Henry goes out to play fetch with Kal in the huge garden - it may as well be a football field - you’d watch carefully from the balcony window while cradling Will, pointing out his how his Daddy throws a ball or a stick, and how clever Kal is for fetching and returning it

whenever your older boys are done, they both scramble to be first back to see you and the youngest of the Cavill pack

Will is often found snoozing, giving Kal the perfect excuse to curl up right alongside his crib him to protect him, should anything threaten his soft sleepy snores

And if Will is sleeping in the crib in the master bedroom right beside you and Henry, Kal paws at the door until he is let in, taking his rightful spot curled up beside his new best friend

If you or Henry, or a loving relative or friend is holding him, there is Kal right by their side, as if to stake his claim; “this is my baby”

In the middle of the night when Will starts crying, Kal is there first to check on his tiny Henry before he runs for immediate assistance

cue Henry having tripped over Kal in the middle of the night several times now, as Kal had rushed to the master bedroom and Henry having rushed out of it in the dark

Usually the consequences involve Henry taking a bump to his shin or his head, with you having to get up, turn the light on and fetch a crying baby Will

So yes, Kal is in the nursery a lot of the time and yes, you need to install a couple of night lights in the hallways so that Henry doesn’t ultimately fall down the stairs or continue to injure himself via a fluffy Kal on a rescue mission

Henry always exclaims the next morning “I can’t believe he’s always in the room”

Which makes you laugh, replying “You’re just jealous he loves Will more than you now. I have to say Will is taking the badge for favourite Cavill of the month in this household”

Will sleeps a lot, and when Kal eventually gets bored, he sticks his big head into the crib, panting and waiting for his tiny Henry to pay him some attention

when you catch him, you rub his big head, letting him sit on the bed while you cradle a snoozing Will

however if Henry catches Kal with his head in the crib? Kal is out of the nursery for the rest of the day

“He can’t stick his head in like that, I’m not having him hurting Junior, accident or not”

So you need to unite your parenting tactics to train your dog before you use them to parent Will

When he’s not in his crib, Will is in one of the new moving cribs that Henry had researched to death before ordering and consequently building himself

That was an especially hot day in your pregnancy, and it was in December

Kal often just lays and watches his little best friend in it for as long as he likes, as he soon realises his large Henry will allow him to do that

sometimes you see Will laying in the crib with lots of dog toys around him

courtesy of Kal, of course

typically, Henry will be around to supervise, always thanking Kal on Junior’s behalf, engaging his two dependents in conversation; “oh look another toy, Will. Thank you Kal”

Kal would already be out of the room to fetch another toy while tiny Will is taking a hardcore nap

feeding and putting weight on is hard work!!

Henry definitely gets a few stares at the park now; a big beefy man, pushing a high-tech stroller, alongside an absolute unit of a dog

Kal is obedient as always, walking nicely beside the stroller with his two Henrys

he’s not even tempted by puddles or ducks or squirrels

his focus is on his best friends, especially the one wearing their brand new sweater to signify his move to newborn sized clothing at the age of 9 weeks

he loves watching his Henry and his Mama celebrate his tiny best friend, no matter how small their achievements - or sweaters - are

Kal is always gonna look out for his large Henry and his new tiny Henry, who both have the same dark curls and sparkly eyes

He is just the most wonderful big brother you could ever have wished for your little boy, and you’re sure they will get into heaps of laughs and trouble when Will grows up to become a rambunctious toddler, with peels of giggles coming from wherever the two will be playing together

Kal has the patience of a saint, and it’s why you don’t worry at all when you find out a couple years later, that there will be two more little Henry’s for him to play with and guard, with his whole fluffy being

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[stripper-patrick]

Heaven 🇫🇷Florian Munteanu

|part 1: Get You| |part 2: Heaven| |part 3: Hell|

Warnings: language, smut, nsfw

Song- Streets: Doja Cat

Tags: @rebellious-desires @mrsbanreswillseeyou @eclecticblkgirl @designerwriterchic @bvssmob

Relationship: Florian Munteanu x black plus sized reader

My alarm goes off and I happily get up getting ready for our trip to Paris. I go to the bathroom wetting my face with warm water seeing as cold water just makes me mad. I exfoliate my face and lips before moving on to brush my teeth and swish some mouthwash.

I hop in the shower scrubbing, shaving, and exfoliating my body with my warm vanilla sugar scented soap from bath and body works. I rinse off the soap and step out applying coconut oil to my damp body then applying the matching warm vanilla sugar lotion to lock in the moisture. I’m black we gotta stay hydrated and mind out business.

I put on some deodorant and face moisturizer grabbing a black bra and some burgundy rhinestone Brazilian panties. I grab the outfit laid on my nearby chair and my Nike air 270’s. I sit at my vanity doing a light makeup look and adding some Vaseline for that shine affect on my lips. I decide to tie up my long braids in a cute little bun and I see my phone buzz. I swipe right and answer Florian’s call “good morning” I smile

“Good morning” my breath physically catches in my throat at his deep raspy morning voice. “Are you ready?”

“Yes I am”

“Oh and be sure to have something nice we’re going to brunch with my family”

“Oh ok” I nod. I did pack some fancy outfits because it’s Paris who wouldn’t but I know China hasn’t met his family yet. “So do you fight tonight?”

“No tomorrow. And we’ll be staying with my parents at their house”

“We’re not staying in a hotel?”

“No” he chuckles

“Ok then”

....

I park my car on a vacant lot seeing a singular airplane and Florian sitting on the steps. I get out and my jaw is dropped to the core of the earth.

“Hey baby girl” he jogs over hugging me and I’m too in shock to even acknowledge the nickname. I pop the trunk and grab my suitcase before he takes it from me “I could’ve got it”

“For what I’m here. You look good”

“Thank you” I smile “so you own this plane?”

“Kinda me and my brother went half on it. You’ll get to meet him later” he winks. Flo takes my luggage to the flight attendants and holds my hand leading me into the spacious red leather interior of the plane.

“This is dope Flo” I say

“Thank you” we sit across from each other and the flight attendant brings us champagne in a glass.

I take a sip and I can taste how expensive it is.

“So how long will this flight be?”

“About 12 hours” I sigh as we take off.

“Well how do we pass time?” He cocks up his eyebrow Suggestively and I smile.

...

“Ok how old were you when you lost your virginity?” I ask looking over. We’ve now moved next to each other giggling from the champagne.

“15” he answers. We’re playing a game of truth or strip. It’s simple. If you don’t wanna answer your truth you have to strip. Better than truth or dare. He has taken off his socks, shirt and watch and I took off my biker shorts and socks.

“Oh” I nod “if you had to choose between me and Brad Pitt to have sex with who would it be”

“Can I choose both?” I laugh

“Nope”

“Ok I would choose you” I laugh “I don’t know Brad like that or how good he is”

“How do you know I’m good in bed?” he leans getting closer.

“Aside from the details China tells me I can tell you know how to use what you got”

“What do you mean?” He smiles.

“You know what I mean” I laugh. Deep down I want him to prove me right but that would be completely outta line.

“I need an example” all of a sudden I’m shy but not to shy to bite my tongue.

“Like your tongue you look like you know how to use it in the best way” He doesn’t say anything he just stares at me. I feel myself leaning in. He’s leaning too. Our lips attach and it was like a flame was set off in my body. I’m frozen but my lips are still moving in sync with his.

Flo’s large hand caresses thigh then bring them in my underwear rubbing slowly at my clit. I moan in his mouth and he speeds up. Out of instinct I try to close my thighs arching my back but he keeps a good grip. He slips a finger in and starts kissing my neck. I moan out but the flash of my best friends face crosses my mind and I place my hands on his shoulders and stop all movements.

“You’re with China” I say breathing heavily. He nods looking down and my clit is throbbing and so badly I want so much more but I know I’d feel the worse whether China found out or not.

“You’re right I’m sorry” he nods taking his hand out of my underwear. His fingertip is wet with my juices and I let out a puff of air holding my head in my hands. I grab my pants and we redress ourselves before sitting back down. I sigh closing my eyes getting comfortable. All I can think about is his head between my legs and him being dominant and absolutely man-handling me. I open my eyes again looking out the window at the dark night sky.

‘Something takes over me and I straddle Flo and grab his arms wrapping them around me. I grab his face kissing him and he grinds me against his hard on. He’s quick to pull off my underwear and shimmy down his pants just a little bit. The tip inserts through my walls and I-‘

“Y/N you should probably get some rest” I snap out of my thoughts and he’s just staring at me.

“Yea you’re right” he stands to grabbing two blankets from the closet. He hands me one and I give off a small smile and a thank you. I pull the heavy soft blanket over my body up to my chin before taking a deep breath that transitions me into a deep sleep.

...

I wake up just at sunrise to see Florian asleep. He looks peaceful when he’s asleep. I look out the window watching the beautiful sky. It’s painted a mix of pink purple and yellow in the cleanest way.

I smile and stand up stretching my legs and back. There’s a big window at the back of the plane and I walk back there folding my arms just looking.

I feel arms around my waist and Florian’s hand slides up my neck to my jaw bringing my lips to his. I can’t help but kiss back now. This is so wrong but it feels so right.

I turn my body taking in his embrace and his hands go down to my butt giving it a light squeeze. He stops kissing me and walks away back to his seat. I watch his eyes close and I go sitting next to him. I lay my head on his shoulder. He wraps his arm around me and I lay on his chest drifting to sleep once again.

...

We are just getting off the plane in the warm climate of France. Considering it’s spring there’s a slight chill in the air making me put on a light jacket. Flo grabs our bags taking it to the car and the driver gets out. He looks like Flo honestly. Not as tall but still over 6 feet, green hazel eyes, pretty smile. The have a resemblance towards each other. Florian gives him a big hug with a laugh “how’ve you been?” The guy asks

“I’ve been good. This is Y/N. Y/N this is my brother Daniel” he opens his arms and I give him a big hug.

“Nice to meet you” he smiles

“Nice to meet you too”

“How’s China” he glances at me smiling

“She’s great” he nods

“Good well let’s not waste any time let’s go” he nods. I get in the backseat and I see a woman in the front. “Hi I’m Amelia” she introduces. Perfect skin, long legs, gorgeous blonde hair. She’s a model.

“Hi I’m Y/N” she smiles sweetly and turns around. Florian sits next to me and his brother gets in the driver seat as we pull off in the beautiful city of Paris. Or as I like to call it, Heaven.

As we go through I’m glued to the window tapping Flo’s thigh every time I see something cool like mimes, flowers, and even puppies. I notice Flo’s hand on my thigh and I want to move it so badly for the sake of just feeling bad but I can’t. This feels so good.

We arrive at the house shortly after and it’s huge to say the least. I get out and Daniel opens the trunk. I go to grab my bag and Florian smacks my hand. My jaw drops with a laugh emitting from both of us while Daniel and his wife walk by.

“I’ll get it” he says. He picks up my suitcase and his as well rolling both of them into the house. I’m still enjoying the exterior. An older gentleman comes out looking at me. I walk up to him and a huge smile spreads across his face. “Are you English?” His thick accent much like Flo’s emits through his perfect teeth.

“Close. American. I’m Y/N, Florian’s friend”

“No girlfriend?” His thick accent doesn’t stop the curiosity but still love coming from him.

“No she’s at home” I smile. He extends his arms pulling me in for a hug. He smells like teakwood and a little bit of backwoods.

“We have dinner tonight. You like goat?”

“Never tried it” I laugh. He wraps his arm around my shoulder walking me into his house “your house is beautiful”

“Thank you. Me and my wife built it when Daniel was born” he explains “from the ground up and this is one house I will never get rid of”

“I’m just in love with it” an older woman appears with broad shoulders and a disgusted look on her face staring right into my soul.

“Who this?” She asks pointing to me. I hate when people wave their fingers in my face it makes me wanna fight. But for her sake I’ll chalk it up to a culture difference.

“Diana this is Y/N Florian’s friend” his father speaks “oh my apologies my name is Emilio”

“You think you’re good enough for my son?”

“Excuse me?”

“Ma stop” Florian scolds “what the hell is wrong with you”

“I apologize she can be a handful sometimes. Which is why we’re separated” Emilio says to me. I can’t help but giggle and he shows me around more with Flo behind us.

...

I get out the steamy shower and a knock comes at my door. I open it slightly seeing its Florian dressed in a Nike tracksuit. I’m only in a towel and I smile at him. “Hey you look good” I step aside allowing him in and he shuts the door sitting on the bed.

“Thanks” he answers “you look better. I think my mom will love that” he laughs

“Funny” I smile sarcastically laughing to myself

“Y/N I’m sorry but I just can’t help myself when I’m around you. Every time even when all of us like me you and China are together I want to make you mine and I know that’s your best friend-“ I cut him off with a kiss. That’s that wrenching feeling inside of me knowing I’m going to hurt my best friend is strong. But my feelings for him are stronger. What we have built is too strong for me to just walk away.

“Let’s just have fun this weekend and we’ll see where to go from there” I reassure him. Florian slides his hand up my thigh dangerously close to my bare pussy. Before he moves any higher I push his hand away “I have to get ready”

“Alright alright” he stands up “just meet me downstairs” he kisses my head and I shut the door behind him. I sigh shaking my head ridding myself of the thought that betrays myself and my best friend the most. I go in my suitcase grabbing the short casual t-shirt dress I brought. It accentuates my curves but still is simple.

I grab some sandals sliding those on and snapping the strap to my ankle. I take one last look in the mirror before opening the door to his mother standing right in front of me. “Hi?” I respond in more of a question like tone

“Are you going to Florians fight in 2 days?” She asks

“I am” she rolls her eyes muttering something under her breath. “What was that?” I call out daring her to say it again. People, especially older people, need to realize respect isn’t given it’s earned and if you put me in a position where I have every right to disrespect you, then that’s that.

“Take your ass back on the plane and go home. My son doesn’t need you” Just then I hear Florian yell and he comes up the stairs.

“Let’s go Y/N” he grabs my hand but I yank it away too heated in the moment to understand he means good.

“Nah she wanna sit here and keep disrespecting me. I’ve had enough. Me and him aren’t-“ Florian picks me up taking me downstairs where he sets me down on my feet. His hands are still clad at my waist as I fume.

“I’m tired of her talking to me like she’s lost her gotdamn mind”

“Just don’t let her get to you. I’ll talk to her later tonight. Please” he begs. I sigh and he pulls me in for a tight hug. I take a deep breath of his cologne gathering my thoughts. I let go and walk in front of him to the kitchen earning a swat to my behind. I shake my head and we approach the table full of others. They all stare at me including his mother sitting at the end. I sit down and Flo sits next to me. The maids bring out an appetizer and it’s an orange soup. I grab my spoon taking a sip and it’s delicious.

“This is called a zuppa toscana” Emilio says “something my mother used to make me and my brothers all the time” he smiles. The family engulfs themselves in chatty conversations and I continue sipping on my soup. Flashbacks of the plane and Florian rubbing my pussy keep hitting me creating a waterfall in my panties. I can already feel their soaked through. I stretch my hand on his thigh lightly resting it there. Florian glances at me before going back to his food. I move my hand on top of his crotch rubbing lightly making a firm grip. I feel his thigh twitch and his hazel turn into a dark brown. I keep rubbing him through his pants feeling him harden. I keep rubbing until the chef comes out of the kitchen.

“The food is taking some time but it will be out shortly” the chef announces smiling.

“Perfect Y/N come with me” Florian grabs my hand dragging me with him throughout the house.

He opens the big glass door and lets me out first. I look around seeing we’ve entered a beautiful garden. “This is gorgeous” he shuts the door and grabs my hand not saying a word. Florian leads me through it to a bench in front of some flowers. I bite my lip and he wraps his hand around my throat sealing any space between us with a kiss. His hands move to my butt giving it a nice squeeze. I gasp feeling his tongue slip in my mouth. I feel dizzy and hot. I’m not sure who’s air I’m breathing anymore. He lets go and I suck in a breath of air as Florian sits on the bench. He pulls my dress off tearing off the thin fabric of my lace thong. He sits me on his lap and I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders. I grind along his hard-on as he grips the back of my neck holding me in a powerful kiss. I lift my dress up pulling my underwear to the side while he unbuckles his pants. Florian lets out a big girthy dick and I watch as it pulsates and leaked with precum.

I grab ahold of it and glide myself onto him feeling his dick expand my walls gracefully. Once I’m fully on him Florian grabs my hips digging into them guiding me to ride him. This increases my pleasure somehow.

“I’ve waited for this for so long” he moans bucking my hips faster. I bounce my ass and my acrylics glide through his short hair. My breath is caught in my throat by how fast I’m going and how big he is. My hands move to his chest and I let out that first succulent moan. Florian rolls my hips faster attaching his lips to my neck heightening my pleasure. I claw at his chest hearing his deep voice rumble in my neck “I’ve wanted this tight pussy around my cock and in my mouth since I first met you”

My moans get louder hearing his vulgarity and my legs begin shaking from the pressure building in my center. Florian holds me down with one arm and his other hand snakes up to my mouth silencing my moans. Somehow this makes this rendezvous 10x hotter. He starts pounding me out from below and the only thing you can hear is skin slapping on skin and his low grunts and moans.

“Are you gonna cum on me?” I nod furiously trying to push away from his death grip. The pounding becoming too much “uh uh take this dick”

I have no choice but to sit there and take it. My entire body tensed and I begin my convulsions while gripping on the bottom of his shirt. He takes his hand off my mouth and I instantly move to his neck where loud moans are muffled in his shirt. “Fuck I’m gonna cum” I hop off to the best of my ability and get on my knees. I grab the base of his dick jerking it hard while sucking on the tip. Before I know it warm, bitterness is brought into my mouth while he grips the edge of the bench moaning. He’s gripping so hard that his knuckles are turning white.

“That’s my girl” I milk him dry and keep sucking until he’s begging me to stop. I come off his member with a pop and smile at him. Florian grabs my throat giving me a wet sloppy nasty kiss.

“You’re so nasty” he smiles “I love it”

I pull my dress down and discard my underwear in my bra. Florian fixes himself and I see the door open. It’s the chef.

“The food is ready. I was told you might be out here since it’s your favorite spot”

“Yes thank you. Just showing her the flowers” he extends his hand and I walk in front of him. The chef leaves the door open walking away and I giggle to myself thinking of what we just did. I’m gonna beat myself up later about it.

[remuscore]

Decisions, Decisions

I am hurting everyone around me with subtext and knowledge of what happens in the future for these two. But still enjoy cute baby Roman :)

Warnings: Talk of pregnancy, implied child abuse, mention of infant death. It's pretty tame for the most part but send an ask if you need anything else added.

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Remus focuses on breathing, keeping his chest from rising up and down too fast as to not disturb the tiny little thing in his arms. He leaned against his car, bouncing and struggling to get his mind to understand the events that had come to pass by him so fast.

Audri told him she was pregnant and was not going to be keeping the kid. Remus— the overwhelming stupid Remus― said he wanted it. She had agreed to carry the baby, but she refused to be a part of the kid’s life. No matter how much Remus begged that she at least keep in contact, she said she wanted nothing to do with them. Either of them. Which was unbelievably harsh, but Remus couldn't blame her. Because of him, she had had any unplanned pregnancy and had to take time off school because of it. She was a smart girl so this ruined her education for awhile.

And while Remus was getting everything from when he was a baby and getting everything all set up in his room, his parents had found out and were... less than happy. A big fight ended with a chunk of Remus’ hair ripped out of his head and his car filled with baby things. He didn’t even get a chance to grab his own stuff. Not even his backpack. He had to go to the last month of school in the same clothes and with nothing to do his work. Luckily enough, the locker room had rental clothes and a shower and his teachers let him use some extra materials they had. He didn't tell anyone what happened.

On the last few days of school, Remus had stared at the doors to the school early in the morning, wondering if he should still try taking the kid in. If he called up Audri and said he couldn’t, then she could find the kid a real family. Real parents that were stable enough to actually raise them right. Then, Remus would be allowed back home. He wouldn’t be close to dropping out next year. He would still have a chance to have a real life and be a real young adult and get to have kids at an acceptable age later when he had money and a place to live.

Something in him said no. He didn’t want to put any more worry on Audri. He decided he was going to pretend to still want to keep the kid, but then give them over to a person that could actually give them a good home. This was his fault anyways, might as well take the responsibility of making sure the baby is safe.

But standing here now, close to midnight with a very small and new born baby boy in his arms, staring at the hospital just a parking lot in front of him, Remus couldn’t make his legs move.

He was just so small.

“Nine pounds and six ounces,” Remus whispered. He didn’t know why he kept repeating what Audri had told him. He's been saying it like a mantra ever since she handed him over. “Nine pounds, six ounces, perfectly healthy and happy. Nine pounds, six ounces.”

Every breath felt so heavy and painful and he prayed that his― that the baby didn’t mind the fast beating of his heart. Why was this so terrifying? Remus has never been this scared before and it was all over a baby.

Whatever choice he made right now sealed the fate of his entire future. He was responsible for not only his life, but someone who couldn’t even lift their head yet. He has never been responsible for anything larger than a rat before in his life and that rat ended up dying because it went missing from it's cage and the feral cat that lived in their garage killed it. He shouldn’t be in charge of a baby.

“Fuck, what should I do?” Remus gasped. He pulled the baby closer to him, holding the back of his head and feeling the small patch of hair on his head. He was starting to panic and that was never good. Can babies read your vibes? Can the baby feel him panicking? “Fuck― fuck. What should I do?”

“Eli would know what to do,” Remus adjusted the baby so that they were chest to chest and his tiny head was on his shoulder. He squirmed and let out a few little whines as Remus slid down onto the wet asphalt under his tires. The bundle in his arms stopped squirming when Remus bounced him again. “Eli’s wife just got pregnant. He's been reading all these baby books and it's barely even a bump yet. I beat him to it.”

He laughed and leaned the baby away to look at him. He was practically falling asleep right here and now. His little pink lips covered in drool and his skin was starting to flake and dry up. His head was so big and fat that his little cheeks were acting like little pillows on his shoulders. He was just so incredibly tiny.

“You don’t even know who Eli is, you lucky shit,” Remus’ cheeks hurt from the smile that has yet to fall off his face. He just wanted to crush the baby’s tiny little head, he’s so fucking cute! “He’s my brother. Technically, anyways. Or maybe not anymore because my parents kicked me out. I might be disowned now. I could’ve had two brothers, you know. I think about that a lot actually. He was supposed to be my twin, but he had a lot of breathing problems and died about two months after being born. I wish he had stuck around. I could definitely use someone right now.”

The baby didn’t respond of course because he was just a baby. He didn’t understand a single thing going on. He didn’t know who Remus was or what he was saying or what was in store for him if Remus could just make a fucking decision. He was small and ignorant to everything for the next few years.

Remus didn’t expect how fast he would fall in love with this stupid little thing.

With that thought in mind, Remus held the baby in one arm and pushed himself to his feet. He didn’t glance back at the hospital as he opened the door to the passenger side and put him in his car seat. The little thing didn’t stir and continued sleeping calmly. Remus rushed to the driver’s side and buckled himself in. He turned on the engine and dialed the first number he could think of on his phone.

“Hey, Spencer, I know we haven’t talked in awhile, but long story short I need a place to stay because I was kicked out of my house for getting a girl pregnant—” Remus laughed at his friends response, wedging the phone between his ear and his shoulder as he started driving to his apartment. “Yeah, I know, but I gotta son now so— his name?”

Remus grabbed the phone with his hand again and glanced over at the baby. Audri never gave him a name. She didn’t want anything to do with them, so of course she didn’t care about his name, but Remus didn’t really plan to take the kid back. The hospital or adopter people were going to handle that.

“Uh… Roman,” Remus smiled and nodded in agreement. “Yeah, his name is Roman. Yeah, he was born just a few hours ago. June 4th.”

[sequinsmile-x]

hiiii! 24 or 38 for fluff 🥰

Prompt 24: "This reminded me of you."

Prompt from this list - I am still taking them if anyone wants me to write more about these two idiots in love.

This is dedicated to any of you who love Girl Dad Aaron.

Words: 1.7k (it got away from me a little)

Warnings: So fluffy it might rot your teeth

It starts the moment Eliza is born. Emily was laying there, her legs still up in stirrups, her chest bared to a room full of strangers and her husband, as her baby was handed to her for the first time. She held their daughter, Eliza, to her skin with shaking hands and wouldn’t have been able to stop the tears that streamed down her face even if she wanted to.

Emily stares at her, unable to take her eyes off of her daughter. She was bright red and squawking, protesting at the shock of being born. But she was beautiful. She had a shock of dark hair on her head and her fathers frown.

“Hey, baby.” Emily says, cupping the back of her daughter’s head. “Hi.” She tears her eyes away from the baby to look at Aaron, the tears still falling when she takes in the look of pure adoration on his face. “Aaron, look at her.”

That’s when he says it for the first time.

“She’s just like you.”

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Aaron semi-retires not long after the birth of their daughter. An attempt to learn from his past with Jack, and recognition that both parents in the home couldn’t be away for days at a time. It’s an argument that lasts almost the first 2 months of Eliza’s life. Which one of them should leave the BAU. Ultimately he wins, and he stays home with the kids whilst Emily continues to work to bring down the worst criminals the FBI dealt with.

Aaron guest lectures at the academy, running a couple of classes a semester. His stories of the BAU fascinating the students. So many case studies he would never run out of material.

He wakes on a Saturday alone in his bed, Emily away on a case that had dragged on a few days longer than she had hoped.

He sighs as he walks downstairs, stroking Sergio’s head as he walks by, briefly popping his head into Jack’s and then Eliza’s bedroom to see they are empty. He follows the sound of Jack playing video games and finds him in the den, his eyes fixed on the TV screen.

“Morning, Jack.”

“Morning, Dad.”

Aaron smiles when his son doesn’t even look at him. “Pancakes for breakfast?”

“Sounds good”

“Where’s your sister?”

Jack shrugs, still not looking up from his game. “I don’t know, she was playing with her toys last time I saw her.”

Aaron shakes his head at his son.

He hears giggling before he sees her. He enters the kitchen to see his three year old sitting on the kitchen counter, her hand literally in the cookie jar, as she smiles at him with chocolate all over her face. She was still in her pyjamas. The hair he had neatly braided the night before in disarray.

She was so much like Emily.

“Eliza.” He says, unable to stop himself from smiling at her. Aaron was wrapped around her finger and the whole family knew it. Emily often made fun of him for it, playfully teasing him as she correctly said their daughter could get away with anything. “How did you get up there?”

“Daddy’s silly.” Eliza says as if it answers his question, as she laughs at him in a way that is so Emily it makes his chest bloom with love.

He spots the stool from the kitchen island dragged over to the counter near where she is sitting, and realises she had pulled it over to climb up there. He digs his phone out of his sweatpants and opens the camera.

“Come on, smile for Mommy.” He says, pointing the phone at her.

“Mommy!” Eliza says, delighted, hands, covered in chocolate, reaching out for the camera.

He quickly snaps a photo and sends it to Emily, captioned “This reminded me of you.”

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Emily’s phone vibrates in her pocket and she pulls it out, smiling when she sees the photo from Aaron. Her heart aches when she sees Eliza, her wide smile as she reaches towards the camera, half a chocolate cookie smashed in her tiny hand.

“You ok, princess?” Derek asks, bringing her attention back to the room. Emily rolls her eyes at him before she puts her phone back in her pocket.

“I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? If you need a break-”

“Derek.” She says, voice firm. “I’m fine. You’re worse than Aaron.”

He raises an eyebrow at her. “Just because he’s not my boss anymore doesn’t mean I want to explain to him why his wife got sick at work.”

Her glare shuts him up, and he goes back to the point he was trying to make before Aaron’s text had distracted her.

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Aaron continues to send her pictures throughout the day. Eliza on top form, mischief flowing off of her at every turn.

She insists on trying to push Jack on the swings when they get to the park, and Jack swings himself gently back and forth, letting his younger sister believe she was doing it.

She gets ice cream all over herself, and ends up running the game she plays with the other toddlers when Jack goes to play soccer with his friends.

Aaron takes photos of all of it, sending Emily all of them.

She calls him that evening, her voice laced with amusement and exhaustion in equal measure.

“Which was your favourite?” He asks as he climbs into bed.

“Oh, definitely the one of her half way through Sergio’s cat flap.” She laughs. “It’s already my new wallpaper on my phone.”

“She’s so much like you, sweetheart.”

“You can’t just send me photos of her misbehaving and say that all the time, honey.”

He has the audacity to laugh down the phone at her, and he knows she will have bitten her lip to prevent her smile even though they can’t see each other.

“But baby, that’s when she is most like you.”

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When she gets home it is late, so late it’s almost early, and she sighs as she locks the front door behind her, double checking it is secure before she walks further into the house.

Emily walks upstairs, checking in on Jack as she walks past his room. She pulls his covers up around him a little tighter, presses a kiss to his forehead that he would shy away from if he was awake, just old enough now to find his parents uncool.

She briefly frowns when she pops her head into Eliza’s room and finds her bed empty, momentary panic flooding through her until logic kicks in. A smile on her face when she realises where she will find her little girl.

She gently opens the master bedroom door and her smile widens when she sees Aaron and Eliza in the bed, snuggled together facing where she would usually sleep.

He was such a good dad. She’d always known that, had known it before they were even a couple, but something about watching him with their daughter, the love him and Eliza had for each other, made her ache.

Aaron always told her how much Eliza reminded him of her, but all she saw was him. His stoicism and kindness their daughter embodied. His frown that Eliza had whenever she didn’t get her way.

Eliza was the good bits of both of them, and Emily hoped that the world wouldn’t harden her like it had them.

Emily quickly changes into her pyjamas and climbs into bed next to them, the movement of the bed waking Eliza. The little girl turns over and blearily opens her eyes, looking at her as confusion spreads over her face.

“Mama.”

She shushes Eliza, pulling her into her arms. “Mommy’s here.” She presses a kiss to her hair, tucking her daughter tightly to her side. “Go back to sleep, sweet girl.”

Aaron wakes up to find his wife laying next to him, Eliza asleep on her. Emily is awake, her hand stroking up and down their daughter’s back like she used to do when she was a newborn, only able to fall asleep with her mother’s seemingly magic touch.

“Hi sweetheart.”

Emily opens her eyes and turns to look at him, a sleepy smile on her face. “Hey you.”

He moves towards her, knowing she can’t move without waking the toddler in their bed. Aaron kisses his wife and tucks some of her hair behind her ear. He keeps his hand on her face, stroking her jawline gently.

“I missed you.” He whispers before pressing his forehead against hers briefly.

“I missed you too.”

Aaron smiles at her admission, the lack of a humorous response indicating how tired she must really be. His hand drifts down to her abdomen, his palm pressed to the barely there bump.

“Are you ok? Both of you.”

She rolls her eyes at him, but it’s full of adoration. “We’re both fine, honey.” She smirks at him. “Even if Derek almost did annoy me to death, I’m assuming because you threatened him with some awful fate if he didn’t keep an eye on me.”

Aaron smiles at her, caught out just like he knew he would be. “I may have told him I’d recommend him to the academy for firearm training with all the new recruits.”

Emily laughs at that, and it jostles Eliza, who briefly grumbles before falling back asleep.

Emily looks back up at Aaron, a wistful look on her face. It makes him frown, concern for her spreading through him like it burnt.

“Are you sure you’re ok?”

“Yeah.” She says, nodding. “It’s just, I miss her and Jack so much when I’m gone. How am I going to feel with another kid I’m leaving behind?”

“You aren’t leaving them behind, love.” He says, kissing her forehead. “You’re doing an important job.” He feels her shudder, and he knows her emotions are getting the better of her. He cups the back of her head, his lips still pressed to her skin. “And we have about 6 months left before the baby comes to figure things out if you want a change.”

She nods against him, her agreement silent.

“You could do with some sleep.”

He runs his fingers through her hair until she drifts off, her breath evening out against his skin. He pulls back just enough to look at his girls, his beautiful daughter and his pregnant wife.

He hopes their next baby is a girl too, and that she’s just like her mother.