#A Door in the Hive
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Yes, why?
The Librarians S02E01 And the Drowned Book.
#the librarians#flynn carsen#eve baird#jacob stone#jenkins#ezekiel jones#noah wyle#rebecca romijn#christian kane#john larroquette#john harlan kim#yes why do you have a hive of giant bees?#(probably something to do with jenkins)#good job flynn didn't pick that door when they had to rapidly escape the library back in the pilot eh?#ghostly'sgifs
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Still here!
#bees#beekeeper#beekeeping#fox#talks#honeybee#honeybees#honeycomb#honey#bee#hive#hives#long langstroth#langstroth#window#windows#access#door#natural#nature#bug#bugs#insect#insects
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Forrin should have a shirt like that post. Crista supports him.
>> You bought this as a joke, but you never actually wear it. It's kind of embarrassing.
#forrin ic#forrin garrai#its his laundry night shirt#so theres the rare off chance that youll knock on the door of his hive and he answers wearing this.#forrin answers
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For a moment there, I was intrigued- and then I remembered that it was not my Lord Prime.
And therefor of negligible importance.
#False idols and all of that nonsense#The Multiverse is such a hive of stupidity that it's a wonder anything gets done#dash commentary#sorry#maestro came out of the door swinging his twat-bat.
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I have a lot of "attacked by bears" dreams for someone who's only encounters with bears have been the pandas and sun bears at the National Zoo
#genetic memory my mom had her cabin door busted open by a grizzly when she was sixteen#also i learned that hornets have facial recognition and can tell their hive what you look like#and that definitely influenced how this bear was acting#i don't even live in grizzly near territory and black bears don't come into Baltimore
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look at this baby bird i saw at my grandpas
#thinking it maybe a baby superb fairy wren cuz i saw some around#it was SO small#saw so many cool birds i kinda want to live out in the bush as well#but all the bugs r like 10x the size and freak me out#the flies r so huge that when we were driving through a national park they made a banging noise when they hit the car#and my grandpa has some paper wasps building a hive right in front of the back door#and got bit by like 100 mosquitoes#did also see skinks out in the front yard#it was also like 35 degrees celsius i wanted to die
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-> applaud your effort5 but i dont think you can pail a gho5t <--
*how dare you
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vitinhaaaaaa shoutout by thierry 🤭🤭🤭
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I miss having a fantroll she was so silly
#her oversized clothes kept getting caught on handles and shit so she removed all the doors from her hive except the ones that lead outside#distant lowing#homestuck related
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Having a chronic anxiety disorder is, quite frankly, ridiculous.
#I got the job offer that I REALLY wanted but instead of feeling relieved I’m more anxious than ever#putting in my two weeks literally almost gave me hives even though I’ve been miserable for MONTHS#and logically I know this is a good thing and this new opportunity is going to open more doors for me#but something about change shuts my body down and makes me feel like I’m being eaten alive by anxiety#and yeah there are things and people that make me feel better but it always always creeps back in#I’m so anxious about everything that could go wrong between now and when I start my new job that I’m still continuing to do interviews#despite having accepted the offer#like this can’t be normal#someone send help#personal
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Mentis Consil and Eldred Anttio's homes voted top ten fucked up places to go die in
#mentis' room in the caverns is 1. intentionally designed to be a little creepy and 2. very offensive to troll sensibilities#(according to me)#meanwhile eldred's hive isn't intentionally creepy but the old timey camera collection right across from the gun display#with the two separated by the door to his darkroom which is seeping red light#happens to create a hostile environment#especially juxtaposed against his otherwise cutesy decor
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So was walking the dog today and entirely by chance not because two ravens sat in an oak tree and cawed at me noticed that there were, in professional terms, a shitassload of bees flying around the neighbor's tree.
I investigated and yup. Swarm. 40 fuckin feet up.
SOOO, knocked on the door, explained the situation, got permission, dragged out a spare empty used hive and some drawn comb and plonked it under the tree with a swarm lure and some lemongrass oil dripped on for good measure. Really was hoping they took to it because there's storms rolling in this afternoon/evening (again.)
Good news is that I just checked as the thunder started to rumble to the west and there's a lot of buzzing inside the hive and the swarm is no longer in the tree! Won't know for sure for a day or so but I THINK they found my offering of a home acceptable and got in under cover ahead of the rain.
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I had so many wasps in my mail truck today, and I was so brave about it 🫡
#mail#usps#wasps#to be clear I'm not scared of wasps#it was just so many wasps#at one point i had like 8 of them in there. chillin in the front seat with me.#i think they were from different hives because they kept dive bombing each other#and then I'd stop at a house and bring their package to the door and I'd have 2 wasps#driving for a mile and somehow have 4#just a whole buncha wasps
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Busy Bee
parings. jack abbot x wife!reader
summary. you and your son take a trip to the pitt after an encounter with a bee. unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, your husband's working.
warnings. age gap (jack mid/late 40s, reader late 20s early 30s), reader is allergic to bees, overprotective!jack, boy-dad!jack, typical hospital setting, no death, hurt/comfort but mainly comfort, other pitt characters, let me know if there's anything else!
notes. local boy dad truther hopped into the pitt fandom, but this popped into my mind and I haven't been able to let it go. these will probably be a set of drabbles and one-shots if it gets enough traction, but please enjoy and any feedback is appreciated! also I am not a medical professional, but I tried my best to sound realistic.
wc. 2700+
side drabble of the aftermath
part two: where we fit
“We got a woman in her late twenties to early thirties, went into anaphylactic shock at the park due to a suspected bee sting. Vitals stabalized after we gave her Epi, but the swelling in her throat and the hives covering her chest, neck and arms is pretty extensive.”
Just another normal day in the Pitt.
“It is starting to be that season,” Dr. McKay said lightly as she did her own assessment while a few interns watched, “Did she have anyone with her? Who called?”
The EMT gave a small gesture to her partner who was walking in behind them with a small boy, maybe five or six, who looked worried. “Couple of joggers passed them and found him with her failed EpiPen, they called after that.”
Cassie could only nod as she thought about her own son experiencing that, “Alright Mohan come with me we’re gonna take her to south-15. Mel, can you talk to the boy and see if there’s anyone we can call for him?”
Going to their respective tasks, McKay and Mohan took the young mother and Melissa went to introduce herself to the boy. He was still standing with the EMT, clutching his hand tightly while watching the hustle and bustle that was the emergency department.
“Hey… Can I talk to him?” Mel approached slowly and the EMT squatted down to look the kid in his eyes. “I have to go now but uh- Dr. King here is gonna take really good care of you while your mommy gets help, okay?” The boy just nodded, going to hold his own hand.
“What’s your name?” Mel asked, offering her own hand for him to take as they walked away. His grip was soft, if not a little clammy, and he toddled behind her as she led him to the family room. “Lucas…” he took his own deep breath, unsure of himself and the situation.
“I heard something pretty scary happened at the park. Are you doing okay?” Lucas gave a little shrug, giving her hand a squeeze at the mention of the incident at the park.
“I think so, is my mommy gonna be okay? Daddy says bees are bad for her, and the pen is supposed to make her better but it didn’t...”
Mel opened the door to the family room, having Lucas sit in one of the chairs near the small coffee table. She had learned in the past couple of months that children liked to be distracted in situations like these. Clearly the little boy was feeling down, his once peaceful day at the park now ruined by an unfortunate accident.
She sat down beside him, helping him take off the backpack he was wearing hoping maybe there were some more identifying clues lying within the blue cloth. “Well your dad must be very smart, but your mom is being taken care of by some really cool doctors and I think she’s gonna be okay and excited to see you again.”
Unzipping the bag, Mel gave Lucas a gentle smile as they pulled out the contents together. Inside were the usual kid essentials — a juice pouch, a small sketchpad with dinosaurs drawn in crayon, and a pair of cleats and matching socks balled up and forgotten at the bottom. She sifted carefully, searching for anything that might tell them who else to contact. A pair of car keys sat in the front pocket, but no wallet or any other identifying placards. The EpiPen sat visibly in the mesh side holster, unadministered and effectively useless now. The air was light between the pair while the Intern thought of her next moves, and Lucas had started coloring next to her to keep his mind off of things.
She thought about askin Robby or Dana for next steps, and definitely wanted Kieara to stop by. “Are we able to contact your dad? I’m sure he’d want to know what happened,” Mel said, stumped at what to do next.
“He’s pretty busy and um- his number sheet is in my other bag in the car… Mommy was supposed to make two, but this is the fun bag so it wasn’t supposed to matter.” Lucas explained, though that’s fair considering he’s only five or so.
“Oh! Well where does he work? We could try calling them and he should be able to come here,”
Lucas closed his eyes and wiggled around in his chair as he tried to remember the name, “Uhhh- oh Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center!”
Mel’s eyes lit up at the mention of the very hospital they were in. “Well that’s where we are! Let me go grab someone real quick and we can start asking around, how does that sound?” Lucas silently agreed and went back to coloring as the blonde woman left the room.
The Intern succuried around, hoping to find Dr. Robby in a moment of peace where she could talk to him about the situation. Thankfully, the older man was sitting near the nurses station typing away at one of the computers.
“Dr. Robby! I uh- I have the son of a patient who was admitted not too long ago, he said his dad works here and I was hoping you could help us locate him? He’s only about five so he doesn’t remember too much besides that.” Mel stood expectantly, as the older man got up and pushed his chair in.
“Lead the way Dr. King, let's find this boy's dad.” Robby ran a hand down his face as he followed after Melissa who was leading him to the family room. Putting on a brave face, he hoped to god this wasn’t going to lead into a hospital wide manhunt. They kept a steady pace, pausing outside the door. “What was the other patient admitted for?” He asked, needing to know if this would be bad or not.
“Mom was taken to South-15 after experiencing anaphylactic shock from a bee sting. The uh- EpiPen failed and some joggers helped them out, Dr. McKay was trearting her and everything was stable when we left besides the swelling and hives she had.” she explained keeping her recounting of it short, really wanting to find Lucas’s father as soon as possible.
The two stepped inside the small room, the young boy sitting in the same cramped chair, picking at the sleeve of his sweater.
“Hey, Lucas. This is Dr. Robby he’s gonna help-” Mel could barely get the rest of her sentence out before the boy looked up and rushed into the arms of the man beside her.
“Uncle Mikey!” he cried out, latching onto the older doctor who scooped him up.
“Hey Luke, what are ya doing here buddy?” Still a bit shocked, Robby gave the boy a quick scan looking for any sign that something could be wrong, “I heard your mom got stung by a bee.”
Lucas let out a small sniffle, resting his head on the shoulder of his uncle. “It was scary… an-and mommy left her phone in the car so-so I couldn’t call anyone!” He kept his little body close, fists locked onto the blue hoodie Robby was known for wearing. He was still scared, just now beginning to process everything that had happened in the past hour or so.
Mel stood off to the side, letting the two talk amongst themselves for a few moments. “You know Dr. Robby, Lucas?”
The pair turned to her and Robby adjusted the boy so he could see the woman a bit better. “Dr. King meet Lucas Abbot, I’m surprised he didn’t say so sooner-probably the nerves.” The older man looked down to the boy who was still clinging to him, the only familiar person he had seen since arriving to the PTMC. “You wanna go find your dad?”
Lucas nodded a resounding yes, keeping his face buried in the neck of the older man hoping he would keep carrying him.
“Dr. King, I got it from here if you want to go back and work,” Mel took her leave after that, giving Lucas a small wave goodbye before going back into the fold.
Robby set the small boy down, repacking the scattered items back into the bag. He tried not to think about the faulty EpiPen, or how Jack was going to react upon finding out what had occurred. If anything that man was protective, and if hearing that his wife had been admitted didn’t set him off—hearing his son was here and hadn’t been able to contact him definitely would.
“Yo Dana, we have a visitor with us today.” The brunette gave the curls on Lucas’s head, a trait he got from his father, a small rub, as they got to the charge nurse’s attention. The blonde let out a small gasp as she bent down to give the boy a hug.
“And what are you doing here, little man? Where’s your mama? Your Dad’s running all over the place today, have you seen him yet?” She looked back up at Robby, holding the boy close.
The older man gave a small shake of his head, a knowing look in his brown eyes. “She’s uh- She’s in south-15 and we were actually looking for Jack, have you seen him?”
Dana glanced at the board, “He was about to discharge a patient from north-8, you could probably catch him before the next Ambo pulls up.”
“Alright, buddy,” Robby said, offering his hand to Lucas again. “Let’s go find your dad before he disappears on us.”
Dana gave the boy one more quick squeeze and a wink before standing up again. “Tell him to take five once you find him. He’s been running around since before you got here.”
They made their way toward the north wing, weaving between carts and stretchers, the bustle of the hospital constant. Lucas stayed close, wide-eyed but silent, clutching Robby’s fingers like a lifeline.
As they rounded the corner near North-8, Robby spotted him—Dr. Jack Abbot clipboard in hand, shoulder leaning into the doorway of a patient room as he gave discharge instructions with that familiar composed intensity. Even from here, Robby could see the stress around his eyes. Whatever calm Jack projected, it wasn’t rooted deep today. The patient stepped away into the crowd of people and Robby stepped into view, catching his eye.
Jack nodded a little when he saw him, expecting a routine update—until he saw the small figure beside him.
“Lucas?”
The clipboard hit the counter with a clack.
Lucas let go of Robby’s hand and ran straight into his father’s arms, the impact knocking the breath out of Jack for half a second.
“Hey—hey, what—” Jack crouched down, holding Lucas tightly, searching his face. “Are you okay? What happened?”
Lucas clung to him like a koala, cheeks red and eyes glassy. “Mommy’s sick,” he whispered. “The pen didn’t work. I tried, but it didn’t work.”
Jack’s face paled. His arms tightened instinctively. “Where is she?”
“South-15,” Robby answered quietly, giving the man a moment before continuing. “It was a bee sting. The EpiPen failed. She was treated right away, vitals are stable, McKay’s with her.”
Jack didn’t move at first, just held his son close, forehead resting against Lucas’s curls as he processed it all—the sudden fear, the guilt, the helplessness. Finally, he let out a long breath.
“I didn’t even know—no wonder she wasn’t answering her phone.” His voice cracked.
“She’s okay,” Robby reminded him gently. “And your son? Absolute champ. Kept his head until the crews showed up.”
Lucas pulled back just enough to look at him. “I didn’t cry. I was gonna, but I didn’t.”
Jack smiled through the tightness in his chest. “Good job, bud.”
He stood up slowly, Lucas still in his arms, and turned to Robby. “I need to see her.”
Robby nodded. “Go on, Brother. I’ll let Dana know what’s going on, let her know you’re clocking off early.” He handed over the backpack and let the father/son duo head off.
Making their way to you, where you were taken was a bit more private than other rooms and the soft beeping could be heard from outside. The two stopped outside, Jack prepping the boy for what he was about to see.
“Hey…So mommy’s probably gonna be sleepy and she might have a hard time talking okay? We should be able to see her though.” Lucas nodded into his dad’s shoulder, his small fingers tightening around the fabric of Jack’s black scrub top.
“Okay,” he whispered. “I won’t be loud.”
Jack gave a little smile at that, brushing his son’s curls down gently before reaching for the door. The soft click of the handle felt louder than it should have, and as they stepped inside, the familiar scent of antiseptic mixed with something heavier—like adrenaline and the memories embedded within the room.
The room was dimly lit, with only the overhead light above your bed on. You were propped up slightly, eyes closed, an oxygen cannula under your nose. Your arm had an IV line, and Princess was quietly making notes on the monitor screen.
Jack’s breath hitched in his throat.
Lucas didn’t say anything right away. His gaze was locked on you, his brown eyes wide and unreadable as he stared at his mom, so happy and full of life only hours ago, now tucked into white sheets with wires and machines surrounding her.
“Mommy…” he whispered.
Your eyes fluttered open at the sound, sluggish but aware. You turned your head slightly, the movement slow and pained, but unmistakably focused on him.
Jack stepped closer, kneeling beside the bed so Lucas could see you better.
“She’s awake,” Jack said softly. “You can say hi, baby.”
Lucas’s lip trembled, but he leaned toward you. “I’m sorry,” he blurted suddenly. “I tried with the pen but it didn’t work and I was scared and I couldn’t call—”
Your fingers twitched and slowly reached for him, and Jack gently helped guide Lucas’s hand to yours. Holding the both of yours within his strong grip.
“You did so good, baby,” you said, your voice hoarse but warm. “I’m okay, and you were so brave.”
Lucas crawled gently onto the edge of the bed, careful not to bump into any of the cords or wires. He curled up beside your arm, still holding your hand tightly.
Jack sat in the chair beside the bed, rubbing his face and finally letting out a shaky breath.
“You scared the shit out of me,” he said quietly, half to himself, half to you. You gave him a tired smile, and Jack reached up to brush your hair from your face.
“But you’re here,” he said. “And we’re okay. That’s what matters.”
“Yeah, you’re lucky we weren’t closer to Pres, would’ve really lost your shit…” you gave him the best smile you could muster, while he gave you a knowing look.
He let out yet another sigh, still keeping your hand in his. “We need to get you another EpiPen, and put my goddamn number in that park bag.”
“You have fun with that, babe,” you murmured, voice still rough but tinged with just enough sass to draw a soft snort from Jack.
“Oh, I will,” he said, dragging the chair a little closer to the bed. “You’re gonna have a laminated emergency list in every bag we own. Backpack, baseball bag, glove box—hell, I’ll sew one into your damn jacket lining if I have to.”
Lucas perked up a little at that, lifting his head. “I can start baseball?”
Jack looked over at him, mock-serious. “Only if you promise not to spill a bunch of stuff in the bag again.”
Lucas giggled for the first time since they got there, that tiny sound easing something deep in Jack’s chest. You chuckled too, though it ended in a soft wince as your ribs reminded you what happened.
Jack leaned forward instinctively, hand pressing lightly over yours again. “Easy,” he murmured.
“I’m fine,” you reassured, but your grip on his fingers said another thing.
I love you, I’m sorry.
The room fell into a quiet rhythm after that—the soft hum of monitors, Lucas gently dozing off against your arm after hours of turmoil, Jack watching both of you with an expression halfway between exhaustion and fierce devotion.
“Thank you,” you whispered after a moment, just for him.
He looked up.
“For having such good doctor friends, for loving me… For being a good dad,”
Jack leaned in, brushing a kiss to your temple. “Always.”
mercvry-glow 2025
#the pitt#the pitt max#the pitt hbo#the pitt x reader#the pitt x you#jack abbot#jack abbot x reader#jack abbot x you#jack abbott#jack abbott x reader#jack abbott x you#dr. jack abbot#dr. jack abbot x reader#dr. jack abbot x you#dr. jack abbott#dr. jack abbott x reader#dr. jack abbott x you#michael robinavitch#michael robinavitch x reader#michael robinavitch x you#❥ - Jack Abbot
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Little Soul
A leyline abnormality has occured in the House of Hearth!
Gn!Reader, unspecified relationship status, SUBTLE power dynamic, OOC, bad grammar and no beta read, quick story, canon divergent?
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Being House of Hearth's best leyline researcher means you work outside a lot. Always be on the field, directly studying the leylines themselves.
Being the best also means that the Head of the House always rely on you whenever there is an abnormality. You and the Lady are quite close, in professional matter. Everything is mostly about documents and mission.
With few personal teacup party.
The very first tea party was a nervous wreck. The Lady herself request for your presence, only you, just you. Oh boy, despite the bad thoughts clouded your mind, you just hope you got a raise or promotion.
Thankfully, it was just her asking for a plan. A quite specific plan of a very specific leyline abnormalities. It was Clervie, one of House of Hearth's children in the past.
That's where you learnt more of the Head of House of Hearth's past. She doesn't tell much other than Clervie need to be gone as she isn't suppose to exist and wandering about. Putting a soul to rest, again.
After hours of talking, she settled with a plan, thanking you by promising a raise on the next salary. Somehow, knowing how she was in the past is a promotion itself for you, imposing into her life story where not a lot of people are lucky enough to know.
Knowing how a leyline can manifest, how a memory of the past can exist as a visible soul, how an innocent soul can stuck in time, how...Arlecchino was just a child.
Leylines, basically Tevyat's biggest hive network memories, everything that has happened in the world is recorded and remembered.
Including the very memory that Arlecchino wants to forget.
You always see the Lady herself is all calm and collected, barely anything makes her break a sweat. She often does things her own way, it is quick and precise.
Now imagine your shock and dread when a pigeon bird flies to you with a small note "S.O.S". You know this bird, in fact, this one particular pigeon is only assigned for you. A messenger pigeon, reserved only for you, only for emergency, only from the Lady Arlecchino.
Door slams open, all due respect but anxiety fills your body, there is no time for greetings and formalities, if the Lady herself sending urgent message there must be some-
Huh?
It took you a moment to realize another abnormality like Clervie happens again but..in..the appearance of..the Lady?!
The task is simple, RETURN PERUERE. Okay, it's not that dreadful but the fact the fact the Lady trusting you to do this task, you feel like she is testing your skill. Testing if you are truly her best researcher.
You nodded, agreed to keep Lil Peruere a secret, her small hand engulf by yours when you guide the little soul into your private research office.
The true challenge is not sending her back, the TRUE challenge is to not grow attachment to the soul. Yes, she is a bit unique but the way her little hands always wanting to help stacking books, papers and catching small spiders making you grow fond of the little one.
So this is how Arlecchino was when she was a child, huh?
Makes you wonder what would Arlecchino's child be like.
This challenge also creating a bridge, more personal bridge rather than professional. Often times you only meet Arlecchino if there is a task, it was professional and formal, over a teacup party.
When Little Peruere stays with you, Arlecchino always shows up before your research office, o'clock, with..basket of sweets?
It was nice, the atmosphere is less formal and more domestic casual. Conversation is not always about the research progress, sometimes it's about Arlecchino's upbringing, what Little Peruere likes to do, and your own trivial stuff. The intimate talk only be witnessed by the papers and whiteboards in the research office.
Weeks passed and with Arlecchino's power, Little Peruere passed on, same with Clervie, the warm sunlight enveloping the lost soul as the little one disappear into small glistening petals. Just like Clervie, Arlecchino accompany Little Peruere, but you also sits next to her. Arlecchino have asked you to stay in the research office as the night is cold, yet here you are...
Sitting next to her, leading the conversation as both Peruere and Arlecchino prefers to listening in. The dawn sky is beautiful, dark twilight-blue night sky slowly painted with yellow-orange lights. Peruere watching with fascination, yours watching the little one with adoration, and you felt a pair of eyes watching you from the side.
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Clicking, typing, rustling filled your research office. You need to make a report on the little soul, as formality of your works. Arlecchino was there to proofreading the report herself.
The Harbinger doesn't miss how you sighed a lot, recalling the little pitter-patter of Peruere's feet around your office, the small hands tidying up the papers around, and the small bug container-which always contain any bugs found in your office- in the corner is empty now that Peruere is not here.
Arlecchino thinks, you have gone this far to send the soul back. Perhaps she should give you something in return, it's only fair in transaction,right?
What is it? A day off? A vacation? A raise? A promotion? A kid of your own?
Well, it seems you have grown fond to the little Peruere, perhaps...another real Peruere would be a delight?
And what a delight it is~! The House of Hearth burst into happiness when the news of another member, from the Father herself , was announced when the children are eating dinner.
This raised the House's morale, everybody work and play safely, determined to go home in one piece looking forward when cries of an infant burst into the house. It would be hell to get used to but the House of Hearth is used to not cry for pain, no tears of loss and grief.
This is the only cry they would have, the only wail in the building, the only tears they would be happy to hear. The only tears in the House of Hearth....
Oh hey, The Tsaritsa send a baby care package~♡!
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Another one is in the oven
#imaginedraw#genshin impact arlecchino#genshin arlecchino x reader#genshin x reader#capitano genshin#genshin pierro#genshin harbingers#arlecchino x reader#genshin imagines#genshin arlecchino#arlecchino#genshin x gn reader#arlecchino x gn reader#geez im flopping
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Every time I try and hold a door open for a dude, he always shoos me away from the door and then holds it open for me
I appreciate it ofc, but baby girl please let me be chivalrous😔
#its happened to me like three times now#they always say 'dont worry i got it'#and stand behind me and hold it by tye upper part of the door#like are they a hive mind?#its still very nice tho🤭
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