#Christen Press daughter

[sugarbbgrl]

Perfect

perfect by ed sheeran suggested by @heliumshorns for a fluff prompt

wc: 1295

Simon had met you a while ago, what started out as a few drunken nights together turned into a soft and patient relationship. He was a hard stone to crack, his own baggage weighing his heart down from feeling the love he’d deserved. You’d spent countless nights holding the giant man in your arms as he wept to you, breaking his walls down slowly until he finally caved.

You two were married in coming years later, Simon had popped the question on a much needed vacation after he’d gone on leave. He asked Laswell for a few extra days, explaining his plan to which she obliged, happy for the hardened soldier. The wedding was amazing, going as well as intended. Johnny had been his best man and the rest his groomsmen. It ended as one would expect, the christening of a newly wed couple some might say.

When he found out you were pregnant, he had a swarm of mixed emotions run ice cold through his veins. Was he fit to be a father? What if he was killed in a fire fight? Is it going to last? Too many negatives plaguing him like a disease. One Lillian was finally born, his whole world flipped. As soon as she opened her little eyes and stared up at him in the labor room, he was wrapped around her finger. He would go to the ends of the earth for his girls, nothing could ever happen to them while he was around. His life wasn’t just his anymore and as hardened as he was, she took a tiny fist and punched a hole straight through it.

He’d never considered himself a family man before his fate inevitably changed. You two were his world, he couldn’t imagine a life without. His eyes were brighter, his smile was bigger, and his fingernails a bit pinker and sparklier than before. He loved to watch Lily play, even gifting her a small teddy with little fatigues for her to hug tight when he was called out for another mission. Every day he was away, his heart swelled in agony, he would watch the clock and wait for the moment he could run to the both of you again.

“Daddy!” Your daughter gasped, throwing whatever toy she had in her hand to the floor and immediately ran to the door to jump into Simon’s arms. Tears pricked your eyes as you stood from your place on the couch and watched your husband envelop your 4 year old in an embrace. When you finally reached the both of them, Simon dragged you into his arms as well, kissing you softly.

“Been too long, ay? He said as he pulled away from your lips, placing a light kiss to Lily’s forehead. “Hope my little flower has been alright since I’ve been gone, hm?” Lily nodded excitedly and wrapped her arms around his neck, almost strangling her father in the process. 

“Daddy! I have something to show you!” She wiggled around in his arms, her tight, blonde curls bouncing in the process. Simon sets her down as she can over to the speaker next to the tv.

“Mommy, play the song!” Lily exclaimed, bouncing on her toes with her hands clasped together in a pleading way. You snickered and pulled out your phone from your back pocket, searching through your music and pressing play on the song she wanted.

Perfect by Ed Sheeran began to play through the speakers, the little girl swayed slowly along with the melody. “Daddy, come dance!” She threw her hands up to her dad, making small grabby hands toward him. The giant next to you chuckled and shook his head, giving you a quick kiss before making his way to his daughter. You leaned on the wall, watching as your beloved took Lily’s hands in his much larger ones, lifting her to stand on the toes of his combat boots. 

“Where did you learn this song, bub?” Simon asked Lily, rotating the two of them in a small circle.

“I heard it in a movie one time! I thought you would like it!” She smiled wide as her daddy let one of her hands go, spinning her. “This is my favorite song, don’t you like it, daddy?” She looked up at him with an inquisitive look as she stepped back onto his toes.

“Of course, my little love. Your favorite song is my favorite song.” A salty tear slipped from the corner of your eye watching your husband gently handle your daughter, wanting nothing more than to live in this moment forever. Lily looked over at you and smiled wide, scrunching up her nose as the song continued to play.

“Mommy join us!” She held out one of her stubby hands, reaching for you. Your eyes flicked from hers and to Simon’s, a wink dropping from his eyes. You smiled and walked over to them, taking a hand from each of them. Lily put one of her feet on yours, sharing the space with you. You let a few more tears fall and when Simon let go of Lily’s hand to dip you, your head fell back in a fit of laughter.

“Ooh, me next, Daddy! Me next!” Lily jumped up and down his her hands up, waiting impatiently for Simon to pick her up. 

“Alright, flower.” Simon chuckled and picked up his daughter, taking one of her hands and mimicking the dip he did for you. Lily’s giggles filled the room and Simon took it upon himself to start tickling her lightly, her giggles turning into full on belly laughs. His smile grew wider a the pleasant sound, letting her back up and wrapping his free arm around your waist.

“I missed you, my perfect little poppies.” Simon nuzzled his nose to Lily’s, giving her a mall eskimo kiss. “I’ll never leave you again.” He whispered, looking over at you as your eyes widened at his confession.

“What? You’ve retired?” You gasped, gripping onto his bicep. His eyes welled with tears as he nodded at you, a small laugh leaving his lips. You looked down at your daughter and back to Simon, more tears falling from your eyes now. You leaned up and kissed him a bit more passionately this time, a small ‘yuck’ coming from Lily. You two chuckled against each other lips, pecking each other once more before turning back to face Lily.

“Mommy, I’m hungry now.” She pouted slightly as the song ended and leaned her head against Simon’s shoulder. “I want some fish sticks.”

“How’s about I take you and Mommy out for dinner? A celebration dinner?” He asked Lily’s who’s eyes lit up, once again wiggling out of SImon’s arms to run to her room to change. He laughed and set her down, watching her little feet carry her quickly to her room. 

“And how about after we get her down for the night, we try to make her a sibling.” He said, wiggling his eyebrows and biting his lip, gripping you by the waist. You cocked and eyebrow and leaned into him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Is that so?” You smirk as he lightly kisses your neck, peppering them along your neck. You kissed his cheek before pulling away, patting him on the chest. “Before anything, I have to dress your daughter before she gets into my makeup, again.” You hurriedly walked to your daughter’s room.

Simon couldn’t be more content with the life he now, and will forever, live. He never wanted to leave them again so he decided to ask for a permanent position much closer to home, one not involving war and bloodshed. He never wanted to miss another milestone or birthday, he was meant for this life.

[copper-16]

Masterlist

Majority of my works can be found on ao3 (which can be found here), but I’ll link a few of the big ones below along with anything posted on here!

No longer an active writer 🩵

AO3 Advice Can Be Found Here

Ingrid Engen/Mapi Leon

did she feel better than me?

You Didn’t Let Me Finish

Do You See Something I Can't

Success is Easy

Haunted By The Ghost Of You

How You Get The Girl

la princesa

How Do I Trust Again?

Ingrid Engen/Mapi Leon x daughter

I Wanna Thank You Baby, You Make It Feel Like Christmas

Why Would She Say That?

She Feels Safe With You

Scary

You Can Do This

We Can't Figure Out What It Means

She’s Perfect

I’m Sorry

Mascot

The Beginning

Elena and Alexia Day!

Elena - The Later Years

First Meetings

Tulips and Two Embarrassing Mothers

Misa Rodriguez/Marta Cardona

You Can’t Talk No Sh*t Without Penalties

Lena Oberdorf/Jule Brand

Hothead

Andrea Medina x Lola Gallardo (platonic)

I Try, I Try

Lia Wälti/Mariona Caldentey

I'm Scared I'll Always Be This Way, That People Will Not Want To Stay

Jana Fernandez/Jill Roord

Heaven Won’t Be The Same

Couples I will write for/have written for (placed in order of who I am most willing to write about, starting at the top):

Ingrid Engen🇳🇴/Mapi León🇪🇸- 26 works 

Jana Fernández 🇪🇸/Jill Roord🇳🇱 - 4 works 

Mariona Caldentey 🇪🇸/Lia Wälti🇨🇭- 3 works 

Caroline Graham Hansen🇳🇴/Marta Torrejón 🇪🇸 - 4 works 

Ona Batlle 🇪🇸/Aitana Bonmatí🇪🇸 - 1 work 

Ona Batlle🇪🇸/Lucy Bronze🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 - 1 work 

Misa Rodríquez🇪🇸/Marta Cardona🇪🇸 - 1 work 

Lola Gallardo🇪🇸 & Andrea Medina 🇪🇸- 1 work 

Fran Kirby🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿/Maren Mjelde🇳🇴 - 4 works 

Ana Maria Crnogorčević🇨🇭/Lia Wälti🇨🇭 - 1 work

Leah Williamson🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿/Lia Wälti🇨🇭 - 1 work 

Sam Kerr🇦🇺/Kristie Mewis🇺🇸- 4 works 

Frida Maanum🇳🇴/Emma Lennartsson🇸🇪- 5 works 

Magdalena Erickson🇸🇪/Pernille Harder 🇩🇰- 2 works 

Jessie Fleming🇨🇦/Niamh Charles🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 - 1 work 

Laura Wienroither🇦🇹/Stina Blackstenius🇸🇪 - 1 work 

Tobin Health🇺🇸/Christen Press🇺🇸 - 1 work

Patri Guijarro🇪🇸/Claudia Pina🇪🇸 - 1 work

Cata Coll🇪🇸/Claudia Pina🇪🇸 - 1 work

Lucy Bronze🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿/Keira Walsh🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 - 5 works 

Ruesha Littlejohn🇮🇪/Katie McCabe🇮🇪 - 2 works 

[insomniakisses]

Reader comforting aegon cuz he's just so broken after the treatment he's been through 🤠

A Lovers Comfort

Character: Aegon Targaryen (HOTD)

Warnings/Notes: mentions of parental neglect/abuse, Viserys slander, mild Alicent slander (i love her tho), soft hubby Aegon, your Rhaenyra's daughter (you can chose adopted or not), war doesnt happen, aemond still looses his eye.

When you where first told you where to marry Aegon you were worried to say the least. Having heard many stories from your brothers and mother, not to mention the not so fond memories of him when you were all kids. But it had been years now, surely he had matured into a man? Perhaps he hadn't with the outrage you could see of your mother's face, your whole family's faces.

Yes, your mother had long ago proposed Jace marry Helaena, to solidify the bonds between the greens and blacks. But to her this? This was different. You were her baby, her only girl and she couldn't let them take you from her. Make you bare his children. No she had to stop this.

Which led to now, all of you on dragon back heading to kingslanding. Your mother and Daemon leading on Syrax and Caraxes, while you and your brothers followed. Being greeted by the king and queen upon landing you remained silent as you were all led inside.

There you watched as your mother and Daemon enter the council meetings room along with the king and Alicent, Your brothers being sent to the training grounds and Aemond accompanying his wife, Helaena back to their chambers with a soft nod to you. Leaving you alone with a half drunken Aegon.

"You don't want me." he laughs, deeply amused at the scrunch of you face when he slumps in the seat next to you. "You've never liked me, no one does"

Rolling your eyes you take the wine from his hand, pushing him back in his seat. "Your family likes you Aegon, your mother, surely" your voice is short, seemingly bored of his presence already. Not something he's unused to.

"No.. They don't like me" It comes out soft, and barely audible but you hear him. It makes you turn slightly, staring at him unsure of how to proceed. Your heart aches and you find yourself reaching for his hands, the action makes him look up unshed tears filling his eyes.

"Father does not care for me, us. he spent so long wanting sons and dreamers yet now he finds himself with two songs and a dreamer in my sister and he still views your mother as his only child." You wince at that, sure you had seen it growing up you weren't blind to the kings dismissal of his children or fondness of your mother. you had no idea just how little he cared.

"Your mother must love you though, i've seen her with Aemond she seems rather loving?" Your carful with your words not wanting to offend your prince its his laugh that startles you. "I am no son of hers, she made that clear after aemond lost his eye. He and Helaena are all that she cares for. I'm just her drunken, ungrateful son."

You understand him now, understand his anger, his drinking. He's hurt and lost and crying out for help when no ones bothered to listen. You feel yourself move towards him, unsure why, you pull him into a hug.

He nuzzles his head into your neck and releases a breath he didn't know he was holding, letting his eyes close and his body relax in your hold. "I'll marry you." his head shoots up at your words, confused as to why you would give your life to him. "But, reduce the drinking. You don't have to stop, just drink less okay?"

"Okay." He smiles then, a true genuine smile and you lean down to press a soft kiss to his nose laughing when he scrunches up his face in protest. "Good. I'll hold you to that."

Feeling him hum against you, you move to run your hands through his hair. "Ser Christen, please in form my mother and the rest of the council that the meeting need not proceed as Aegon and I are accepting the terms of our betrothal."

"Of course Princess."

Should this be a series?

[fandomnerd9602]

Just One

Female!Tony Stark x Reader

For Ms Antonia ‘Toni’ Stark, the genius billionaire philanthropist and founding member of A Force, there was a lot supposed to be ‘just one’s when it came to you.

Just One Meeting

She hated having to meet potential candidates for test pilots. Toni found most of them to be more narcissistic than her, if that were even possible. If Toni had it her way, she’d be testing her own jets and planes. They’re hers after all.

And then you stepped through the door, humble yet confident. Your eyes were focused on two things: the job and how her eyes were your favorite thing to look at. Other pilots would try to quickly get her in the sack. Not you. You were respectful of her and her authority.

Toni was never one to fall in love. And then she fell flat on her face in love with you.

Just One Drink

It was supposed to be a company mixer. Toni tried to take her mind off of you. It was illegal, you were an employee of hers. But you were so perfect.

She tried to drink the problems away. But that just led to her being hunched over a toilet with someone keeping her hair out of her face as she vomited.

“It’s okay Toni” the voice reassured her, “I got you”

It was you who was there for her. You and Rhodey helped care for her that night and with the hangover the following morning.

Toni couldn’t help but smile.

Just One Kiss

It was supposed to be just one. One kiss to silence the feelings. Well…so she thought. One kiss led to another. Next thing you and Toni knew, you were pressing each other against every wall possible, slowly making your way towards your room. Her lips on yours, it was everything you dreamt of.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” You ask her. “I don’t want you to think-“

Toni giggles, “I know what i want and what I want is you”

Toni never felt so loved. So taken care of, even the following morning. You held her hand as you drank coffee together and talked about things you wanted to do.

Toni saw a glimpse, a hope, she could get used to doing this with you. Every single day of the rest of her life.

She knew you were a keeper.

Just One Date

It was just one date. One date to find out if you and her were really compatible. Well one date became several. And several become multiple.

Toni found that her favorite kind of date was just cuddling with you on your couch and making out while listening to AC/DC. You can tell a lot about a person by their taste in music…and just their taste in general.

Just One Dance

It was just one dance. An important one though. You and her swayed to the music out on the dance floor.

“You look beautiful, my love” you complimented her on her wedding dress.

“You look so good I wanna tear you out of yours” she purrs in your ear.

“Later, darling” you whisper back to your bride.

Just One Little Hospital Visit

It was a pleasant little surprise. Or maybe not. Toni really wanted one and so did you.

Toni was tired, sweaty, and worn out from the labor but it was all worth it as the doctors laid yours and hers little baby girl on her chest.

“Hello Morgan” Toni smiled at her baby. “I’m your momma. You just got the world’s coolest set of parents”

“She sure did” you chuckle as you hold Toni close and kiss her forehead.

Just One Move

Toni wouldn’t tell you where she was taking you and Morgan. All you knew was the biggest smile was on her face. The look of giddiness was so priceless.

Toni led you and Morgan to your new home. A two story cabin near a pristine lake.

“Welcome home” she smiled before pulling you into a hug. She whispered in your ear, “and once Morgan is asleep, you and I can ‘christen’ every single room”

Your mischievous wife topped it off with a little smirk and a wink. Why did she have to look so hot when she does that?

Just One?

It was one morning as you were playing in the field close to the cabin with your daughter Morgan. Toni walks up to you with a familiar sway in her hips.

“Hey you” she purrs.

“Hey gorgeous” you respond as your wife wraps her arms around your neck.

“We did agree on just one right?” She asks with a mischievous grin as she smacks you playfully with a pregnancy test.

“What?! You’re-?!”

Toni laughs as she nods up and down happily. She kisses you and hold onto you tightly.

[blakelysco-pilot]

Over the Threshold

A post-war interlude in the Eight To the Bar series.

When Valencia had written home in August 1943, she wasn’t sure how her mother would react to the news that she had met someone. She’d been through it before; once, where she had gushed over a wonderful man that had only ended up hurting her, only after she’d given all of herself to him. When she had spent hours crying on Curt’s shoulder, never fully divulging to her mother what had happened. Only that, her wonderful man had found someone else.

Her mothers first letter had been what she expected. Skepticism and worry for her daughter; so far away and falling in love on a whim with a pilot. But as time wore on, and Everett remained part of her letters her mother seemed to warm up to the idea of him. It was a letter in March of 1945 that had surprised her- the parlor floor in her childhood home, a gift for them both, should they choose to start their life in New York after the war.

A building that her father had saved to purchase when they immigrated from Sicily, and that her mother had kept pristine after his death. She’d collected rent from tenants for years, and to know that her mother was giving up the rent on that floor for her and Everett, well, that meant something. Everett was excited at the prospect, writing to his own mother back in Seattle to invite her to meet him in New York, to meet Val, whenever the time came. But he knew his sweethearts family relied on that rent, so he made a promise to his mother in law that they would continue to pay rent until they found a place of their own.

So, they had stayed, and lived in the DiRosano home while they worked on their own fixer upper. It had taken them six months into their marriage, plus the eight months prior, to get their forever home ready. Not going far from her mother in Bensonhurst, they were making the ten minute move to Dyker Heights.

Now, the day was upon them, and he wasn’t surprised to find her sitting in the bay window in their now vacant parlor floor apartment, knees tucked up to her chest as she watched the leaves fall over Bath Avenue.

“Honey?”

“Hmm…”

“Val, all that’s left is, well, us.”

“Okay…”

That’s when he saw the tears in her eyes. He rarely ever saw her cry; there had been only four occasions; when Curt went down, VE Day, when he proposed, and the day they got married. He could count it all on one hand.

“Oh, sweetheart, are you okay?”

“I’m being silly,” She furiously wiped her eyes. “It’s not like the house is going anywhere. Mama and this place are staying put.”

“It’s okay to feel sad,” Coming to sit behind her, he pulled her back against his chest. “You lived your whole life here. We started our life here.”

“You’re right…”

“Of course I’m right. Now come on, I want to carry you over the threshold of our house.”

“Charmer,” She scoffed. “How many thresholds have you carried me over now?”

“Hmmm, this will make three,” He murmured, pressing his lips to the underside of her jaw. “The hotel in Palm Beach on our honeymoon, this place, and now…”

“Hmm, I see your point. Lots of new rooms to christen, too, Mr. Blakely.”

“Exactly,” He grinned against her cheek. “What do you say? Ready for the next adventure Mrs. Blakely?”

Turning from her spot, she wrapped her arms around him, carding her fingers through his already mused hair, the curl that fell over his forehead landing right back in place. Everett pulled her into his lap with practiced ease, holding her close as she took her time letting her hands explore him as they had done countless times before. Nosing against him, her eyes fluttered closed as she inhaled his scent, the cologne he had put on after his shower that morning now mixed with the scent of a hard day's work. She had never loved a single scent more than that of her husband.

“Take me home,” She whispered, teeth closing over his earlobe, tugging gently. “But first, one more for the road.”

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[wosoimagines]

Touché - Rose Lavelle/Reader

prompt: based off an incorrect quote from @incorrectnwsl ; Find the quote here.

warnings: none

words: 455

Sorry that this took me longer to get to than I thought. My brother decided that since I graduated college that I must know how to identify parts of a sentence even though I do not and we had to use google to figure it out.

(Y/N) POV

I was laying on the couch as I watched the game on the tv. I hadn’t been too surprised when Wilma made herself at home on top of my legs. I had grinned and reached down to scratch behind her ears. 

I knew that dating Rose meant that Wilma came with her. And I can’t say that I hated it. Wilma was honestly great. Maybe even better than Rose.

The most surprising thing was that Rose had yet to join me. I thought she would have joined me for the game already, especially since Wilma had joined me.

“Hey, girl,” I said softly. Wilma lifted her head up to look up at me. “Where’s Rosie?”

Wilma only stared back at me. I shrugged and sent her a small shrug. I knew that Rose would show up eventually. I just wasn’t sure when that would be.

It was nice just hanging out with Wilma as we watched the game. 

“There you two are.”

Wilma and I both raised our heads in almost perfect sync as we looked up at Rose who was standing at the end of the couch. 

“Hey, I was wondering where you’ve been,” I said as I grinned at her. I motioned to the tv. “The game started a little while ago.”

“Sonny called. She wanted to tell me the news first.”

I raised an eyebrow at that. If there was news involving Sonny then she either did something stupid and got hurt or something good happened. There really was no telling with her.

“So, what’s up with Sonny?” I asked.

“She got traded to Seattle.”

I groaned at that. It wouldn’t bode well at all for us in Los Angeles.

“Better backline, baby.”

“That’s not fair! God, I hope Christen makes it back to the pitch soon.”

“In your dreams.”

I rolled my eyes at her as she pressed a kiss to my forehead and mumbled that she’d be right back.

Imagine my surprise when Rose finally came back with her hair pulled back, an oversized blazer on (let’s be honest, it was probably one of mine), and a hairbrush that she was holding onto as if it was a microphone.

“Ma’am,” Rose said, completely serious as she walked toward Wilma, “it has been reported you are, in fact, a good girl. Do you care to comment?”

I looked down at Wilma as she gave out a low woof.

“Riveting,” Rose said, still completely serious.

“Am I interrupting something?” Janet, Rose’s mom, asked as she came into the living room.

“Just Rose acting like a crazy lady.”

I chuckled at the slap that connected to my shoulder.

“Isn’t she always like this?”

“Well, she is your daughter.”

“And she’s your girlfriend.”

“Touché.”

[uswnt5]

Hi Gos! I went to the game yesterday with my friends and I'd like to share a very funny experience. lol

My friends and I were sitting behind a married couple who brought their two young daughters to the game. Both daughters were repping Syd jerseys. When C came on, the Dad stood up and began to clap. However, Dad was on his cell the entire time until CP23 subbed in. The wife asked her hubby, "Oh, is she a good player?" The Dad replied, "Huh?? Yes! That's Christen Press!". Angry wife laser eyes appeared directly at her hubby. They began to actually argue over why her hubby knows only one specific player from ACFC by name. It was cringe because it was in front of their kids and everyone else. Another wife loudly chimed in and said, "It's ok. My husband is like in love with her. Don't worry! I love reminding him she's gay and I get the house if he wants a divorce." Husband #2 looked like he wanted to cry. I nearly pee'd myself from laughing, as were many people. lol

lol! this is wild! so funny

[roguelov]

I've seen the idea of Morpheus x Matthew's daughter reader before and I love it because "Your chatty raven employee is your father in law and Your emo boss is your son in law" tickles me to no end, and grandpa Matthew babysitting their child would be so adorable, but yk, since my mind is infinitely in the gutter, it could goes like Morpheus is just so naughty and shameless. He loves christening the whole dreaming with reader and he always manages to melt her into a puddle despite her protesting that her dad might walk in on them, assuring her that he would sense Mathew from a distance if he's coming. But for a few time the poor raven nearly catches these two in the act. Morpheus is probably able to remain stoic and pristine, but reader looks very flustered. So Matthew has a very good guess of what they've been up to and reader and Morpheus can infer that Mathew's most likely aware of their activities given his suspicious tone. But they are not gonna talk about it.

Oh my god 😂😂😂 I love this! Dream the king of smugness vs the suspicious father constantly battling it out while you are stuck in the middle silently begging for death

Your back pressed into the wall of this confusing hallway. While, Dream nuzzled his face into your neck. His mouth nibbled along your neck, enjoying the soft breathy sounds you made.

“Dream - ah, oh, okay, wait. Aren’t you supposed to meet with my - ah!” You moaned as his tongue swirled around his fresh bite. Your knees nearly buckled under his teases.

“You worry too much,” he murmured into your skin. “If Matthew comes I will know.”

“Yes, yes, I know you know but -“ His legs slotted between your legs. You gasped at the minimal friction. Your hands latched onto the front of his coat. “Shit,” you hissed.

“Such vile words, my dear, perhaps I will put your mouth to better use,” he teased.

Your heart flipped.

“Boss! You here?”

Only for your heart to drop into the pit of your stomach. An icy chill rushed over your hot, flushed skin.

Dream sighed deeply. He pulled away from you, and straightened out his clothes. His eyes flickered over to you. Amusement twinkled in his eyes. He reached out fixing you while you stared in horror and shock. His eyes dropped to your neck, and a flicker of a smirk tugged on his lips. Clearing his throat, he stepped out of your hiding spot. “Yes, Matthew?”

Matthew swooped over, landing on the floor. “Sorry, boss, but Lucienne -“

The raven’s eyes darted over, catching you not particularly hidden well in shadows. His beady eyes jumped between the two of you. You avoided your father’s gaze. You were an adult, and yet in this moment you felt like a teenager again caught red handed.

“What does Lucienne need, Matthew?” Dream asked, suppressing his smugness.

Matthew ruffled his feathers. He knew what just transpired, and he buried his usual fatherly instincts. “She needed help, talking about a library expansion with the flood of new books and stories being dreamt of.”

Matthew’s tone was short, despite who he was speaking with.

“Of course, thank you, Matthew.” Dream turned towards you. “Shall we continue this later?”

Your mouth fell open. He did not just -

Dream only chuckled to himself before walking off. Matthew looked to you. You continue to avoid his gaze as you crossed your arms hiding your embarrassment behind your anger.

“Come, Matthew.” Dream called out.

Matthew sighed, before flying after Dream. Internally, he debated asking for a bell around his talon to avoid any more of these encounters. His stomach twisted into knots. He didn’t need to know when his daughter and his boss were having their fun.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Hi, how is everything going?

First of all love all your work ♥️

And second, I was wondering if you only write off European players? Because I just got an idea for a Christen press x Tobin Heath and their daughter fic (but if you don’t write for them don’t worry I was just making sure before sending my ask)

I don't write for Christen and Tobin write now!

But if that changes, I'll let you know

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

Coronation Round-Up

With the announcement of Charles’s coronation emblem and the recent “100 Days Till Coronation” social media post, I decided to compile all of the rumors and theories about Charles’s coronation for your entertainment.

None of these have been verified. All of these are allegedly and for entertainment purposes only. I do not subscribe to nor endorse any of these.

I’ll update this list with any new ones I’ve learned from now till May.

Camilla will be crowned Queen, not Princess Consort. (This has been around since 2005 when Charles was trying to get public support for his marriage to Camilla. Obviously, it was confirmed in February 2022.)

Charles will abdicate. (2017)

Charles and Meghan had an affair during the Sussex engagement, which will be exposed before Charles’s coronation, causing a public crisis that will cause him to abdicate.

Charles will remove Lili from the Line of Succession and bury it in the press surrounding his coronation because she was born under false pretense, i.e. not “of the body”.

Charles and Camilla had a son together who was born in 1965 and adopted out. The BRF is aware of this child, including Harry, who told Meghan, who is using knowledge of this love child to blackmail the BRF and who will leak or publish the details, causing Charles to abdicate before the coronation.

Charles will be crowned King Philip. (Busted)

Royal christening for Lili in Britain around Charles’s coronation as part of reunion PR.

Camilla to become embroiled in a scandal concerning her son, Tom PB, before the coronation that results in her children being excluded from the events.

Charles’s coronation scheduled for June 2, 2023, on the anniversary of The Queen’s coronation. (Busted)

Charles to abdicate monarchy before his coronation due to health issues related to his heart.

Middleton family to be invited to Charles’s coronation and given prominent placement in audience.

William’s investiture as POW to take place as part of Charles’s coronation ceremony.

Charles to allow Archie and Lili to keep Prince/Princess but no HRHs as part of coronation honors.

Charles’s coronation on June 3, 2023, at Westminster Abbey. (Busted)

Charles’s coronation will see a dress code of morning suits and long dresses, with robes and tiaras for working royals only.

William to have a scaled-down investiture, likely just a church service of some kind in Wales with just family and Welsh charities, no international guests and nowhere close to the scale of Charles’s investiture.

Kate will be pregnant at Charles’s coronation.

Harry’s public downfall/exile to be cemented at Charles’s coronation. Either worse placement than at the Jubilee’s service of thanksgiving or he will be “candled” in the public broadcast.

Meghan to copy/mimic Queen Elizabeth’s coronation dress for Charles’s coronation.

Charles to organize his coronation service to minimize or exclude Harry and Meghan, or their status/existence are not being considered in the decisions and seating plans. 

Meghan will not be invited to the coronation but Harry will be. Harry will refuse to go without Meghan and demand an invitation for her. Neither will attend the coronation.

Charles to establish Duchess of Edinburgh as title for the sovereign’s daughters and retire the Princess Royal title to be Anne’s in perpetuity. Announcement made as part of coronation honors.

Charlotte to receive Duchess of Edinburgh at Charles’s coronation.

Harry and Meghan will be intentionally not invited to the coronation. Decision will be by Charles.

Sussex divorce announcement to overshadow Charles’s coronation. Announcement to drop in the run up to the event.

Charles will tie Meghan’s invitation to the coronation to seeing and spending time with Archie and Lili; no kids, no Meghan.

Charles to abdicate in March 2023. Coronation on May 6th will see William anointed instead.

UK government to intervene with Harry and the BRF over his memoir and force uninvite to the coronation.

Meghan to publicly file for divorce citing irreconcilable differences if she does not get invited to the coronation. Expect an Amber Heard-like press conference.

No role for Harry at Charles’s coronation. (This is from Roya Nikkah who has been wrong before in the past with some of her royal scoops.)

Harry won’t attend Charles’s coronation because there won’t be a role for him and/or he was tipped off about poor seating placement.

Harry and Meghan invited to the coronation but Meghan refuses to go on grounds of her treatment at The Queen’s funeral (exclusion, being largely ignored, being blocked from the public broadcast by candle placement) and is forcing Harry to choose “me or them.” He will choose her and not attend.

Only the Waleses will be in robes and cornets for Charles’s coronation.

Harry to have public meltdown or tantrum in response to criticism of his attendance at the coronation or sidelined status during coronation events (including where his assigned seat is for the service).

Charles to offer a deal for Harry and Meghan. Miss the coronation and they can attend Trooping instead, with carriages and priority spots on the balcony for themselves and the children.

Tax issues for Harry and Meghan (similar to Wesley Snipes) because they didn’t set up the Archewell companies correctly, misappropriated donations and other funding, and didn’t declare their income. Details to come out in March 2023 and overshadow Charles’s coronation, resulting in un-invites.

Meghan’s use of a surrogate, and Harry’s knowledge of and participation in the scheme, to be made public in March 2023 and also implicate Charles, who will be forced to abdicate before his coronation to save the monarchy.

Meghan not invited to the coronation but will attempt to crash it by traveling with Harry to London for the event.

Harry’s attendance at and participation in coronation events, including the ceremony, is contingent on a public apology to the whole royal family and a public recanting of lies told in Oprah, Netflix, and Spare.

Harry will refuse to attend the coronation and instead be a commentator for U.S. network television because he needs the money.

Edward to get Duke of Edinburgh as part of Charles’s coronation honors.

Kate to wear the Girls of Great Britain and Ireland tiara for Charles’s coronation.

Kate’s dress for Charles’s coronation to be a McQueen rewear.

Andrew to be excluded from all coronation events.

Security camera footage of Meghan mistreating Charlotte to be leaked or posted online, resulting in the Sussexes being uninvited from the coronation.

Tiaras and balcony appearance for senior working royals at Charles’s coronation only.

Harry and Meghan to attend coronation, be sidelined like Beatrice and Eugenie - they will be demoted in the order of preference to sit and walk behind the working royals (Waleses, Anne, Wessexes, Kents, and Gloucesters), no tiaras, robes, or big jewelry loans otherwise, Archie and Lili excluded.

Charlotte to wear small tiara at the coronation or a kind of tiara-like headband.

George, Charlotte, and Louis to attend the whole coronation service.

If Louis doesn’t attend the coronation service, then he will attend the Windsor concert on 5/7 instead.

Harry to be brough to Britain in a Bond-like secret agent mission for 48 hours to attend the coronation. No Meghan, Archie, or Lili.

Sussex family to travel to London for the coronation. Meghan to throw big birthday party bash at Frogmore Cottage for Archie on May 6th and demand the whole family attend after Lili’s birthday party was snubbed. No one in the BRF to attend due to coronation priorities.

Meghan to try and overshadow coronation events from Montecito (like a birthday photoshoot for Archie), BRF to clap back with a new heirs photo of Charles, William, and George in regalia.

Meghan to wear Diana cosplay for coronation service.

Harry to attend Charles’s coronation service but will audibly and visibly refuse to support him during the service. Everyone will witness it.

Sussexes won’t attend Charles’s coronation and blame it on security lawsuits.

Harry to host Saturday Night Live on May 6th instead of attending Charles’s coronation.

No new birthday portraits for Charlotte and Louis this year. Instead, we will get coronation portraits of them in regalia a few days later.

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Home chapter 4

here is the final chapter of my latest fic in the old maniel gets it series

The next month seems to fly by.  It's filled with paint swatches and wallpaper samples and endless browsing for furniture.  Daniel doesn’t much care how they decorate.  It's a good thing, because Armand prefers making the decisions. (He does at least run everything by Daniel first.) 

They have something of an argument about whether to move in right away, or have decorators prepare the house first.  Daniel wants to move in as soon as possible.  Armand wants to make things perfect first.  Then Daniel reminds him that he is sick, and his time left is limited.  So Armand gives in.

It's the only real time they've argued; besides a bit of mild bickering.  It's been a good month.  Daniel hasn't felt this domestic since he was married.  It feels like being married.  

They sleep in the same bed during the day.  At night, they'll go out sometimes and stay in others.  They've gotten a few odd glances, but Daniel has ignored them.  He gets from the outside it looks like a strange pairing.  

Armand has been biting him nearly every night, as well as giving him the blood.  It's much more frequent than when he was younger.  Daniel asks about it one night, and Armand tells him it's to help with his pain.  Aches and pains are part of old age; Daniel barely notices it anymore.  But it's sweet that Armand worries over him.

They've also been fucking like rabbits.  Daniel’s had more sex in the last month than in the last five years.  It's always as good as the first time.  Everything is good with Armand; Daniel feels happier than he ever has.  

They fly on the private jet to Florida.  The movers have already arrived by the time they get there and have unloaded most of their things.  Daniel oversees them moving the remaining things, and has them put to where he thinks Armand would want them.  He’s almost certain Armand will redo most of it anyway.  

At nightfall, Armand joins him.  

They christen the bed, staining the new sheets with blood and other fluids.  Then they drink champagne and toast to the future.  Daniel feels almost completely content.  

“Are you happy, my love?”  Armand asks.  There’s something in his eyes, some intensity that Daniel can’t understand.  

Daniel lays his head on Armand’s chest and twines their legs together.  Armand’s fingers stroke through his hair.  “Yeah, I’m happy.”

“And is there anything else you would like?  Anything at all?”  That same intensity there again.

Daniel props up on an elbow and peers down at Armand.  “What’s up with you?”

“Nothing, Daniel.  I merely wish to see you happy.”

“Uh-huh,” Daniel says, not buying that for a minute.  “Well, all I need to be happy is you.”

Daniel means to press Armand further, but then Armand pulls him into a kiss and the next thing he knows he’s on his back and Armand is inside him and it can wait.

/

The days slip by, one after the other.  Daniel is happy and content.  He still occasionally thinks of his daughters, and wishes that he could fix things with them.  But he figures they need time.  Maybe once things get bad off with him, they’ll come to patch things up before he dies.

It’s thinking of them that leads him into thoughts of death.  Precisely into thoughts of how he doesn’t want to die.  He was ready to meet death before, when he didn’t have anything to live for.  Now he has Armand.  Now, he’s happy.  He doesn’t want to give all this up.  

Daniel doesn’t say anything to Armand.  He’s made it pretty clear that he has no intention of making Daniel a vampire.  Unless he’s changed his mind in the years between them.  But Daniel is afraid to ask.  

Still, he can’t stop thinking about it.  

It’s on his mind all the time.  So much so that one lazy Sunday, around three weeks after they’ve moved in, Armand pauses Netflix and looks over to him.  “Just ask, Daniel.”

“What?”

“You’ve been thinking so loud you’re practically shouting.”

Daniel frowns; he hates when Armand pokes around his head without permission.  But Armand has explained that when Daniel ‘thinks loudly’ he has to work to block out his thoughts.  It requires effort to do so, and he’s typically relaxed around Daniel.  And Daniel wants him to be comfortable. 

But he’s been mulling over something and Daniel doesn’t know what it is, and it isn’t fair that Armand gets to read his mind.

“Why ask when I already know the answer?”  The bitterness in his voice surprises Daniel.  

Armand just looks at him for a long moment, then sighs.  “You’re dying, beloved.  I can sense it.  And I’m too much of a coward to let you go.”

Daniel’s heart races.  Dying?  Is that what has been on Armand’s mind?  That Daniel is dying?  “How long do I have left?”

Armand shakes his head.  “It doesn’t work like that.  I can sense your death approaching, like an aura.  It isn’t precise.”

He moves across the couch and straddles Daniel’s lap.  His hands cup Daniel’s face.  “I don’t want you to die.”

Daniel swallows and looks into his eyes.  “I don’t want to die.”

“And I love you too much to let you.”

Daniel puts his hands on Armand’s waist.  “Are you actually agreeing to make me like you?”

Armand presses their foreheads together.  “If that’s what you want.  I won’t deny you; we’ll be together in hell, after all.”

Daniel nods and his voice is shaky when he answers “It’s what I want.  I want to live forever with you.”

“Eternity is long, Daniel.  And the world is ever changing.  Who knows what lies ahead for us?”

“I don’t care.  I’ll go towards it with you.”

A tear slips from Armand’s eye and Daniel kisses his cheek, his mouth.  “Don’t cry, baby.  Look, all human decisions are like this.  Do you think a parent knows what will happen to their child?  Everybody is lost.”

“I’ve never done it before.  I’ve done my share of evil, but never this.”

Daniel winds their fingers together.  “ What does it matter if you give it to me and it's wrong?I want it, and I would have it.”

Armand nods.  “Just say the word, my love.  We’ll do it whenever you’re ready.”

Daniel wants to say goodbye to his family first, then he’ll be ready.  “Give me a few days to tie things up.”

Only a few days, and he’ll have Armand forever.

[grandmaster-anne]

The Princess Royal at 70: The stories behind Country Life’s Frontispiece pictures

Country Life | Published 30 July 2020

Country Life magazine’s famous frontispiece page has featured many members of the royal family over the years, and it’s always something special when they take part.

The 29 July 2020 appearance by Princess Anne is doubly so, since The Princess kindly agreed to edit this very special issue to mark her upcoming 70th birthday.

We’ve got a few details below of the images chosen by our picture editor Lucy Ford for this page, so all our readers can find out where and when each one comes from.

1950: Mother and daughter portrait

21st October 1950: Princess Elizabeth with her baby daughter Princess Anne who is wearing the Royal christening robe made of Honiton lace. (Photo by Central Press/Getty Images)

1954: The smiley young girl

An official portrait of Princess Anne taken on 14 August 1954, one day before her 4th birthday. (Photo by STF/AFP via Getty Images)

1973: The budding horsewoman and future Olympian

Princess Anne competing in the Dressage section of a three day event In Kiev, Russia, 5-11 September 1973. (Photo by Tim Graham Photo Library via Getty Images)

1974: A Royal Tour

Princess Anne pictured during Royal tour of Canada in 1974 with her first husband, Mark Philips. (Photo by Graham Bezant/Toronto Star via Getty Images)

1979: On duty in London

Princess Anne at The Great Children’s Party in Hyde Park, London, on 30 May, 1979. (Photo by Tim Graham Photo Library via Getty Images)

1980: Defying the rain on her 30th birthday

HRH The Princess Anne in the grounds of her home at Gatcombe Park, Gloucestershire on 10th June 1980. Part of a series of photographs to commemorate Princess Anne’s 30th birthday — note the umbrella in the corner to defy the summer rain! (Photo by Lichfield Archive via Getty Images).

1982: A family of her own

Her Royal Highness Princess Anne and her children Peter and Zara Phillips. (Photo by © Norman Parkinson Achive/Iconic Images/Getty Images)

2018: Royal Parade

Princess Anne at Trooping The Colour, the ceremony marking the Queen’s 92nd birthday, on 9 Jun 2018. (Photo: WENN.com via Alamy)

2020 and beyond: Still going strong

The final image in the frontispiece was taken by photographer John Swannell, who has photographed Princess Anne many times over the years — and who took the image of her on the 29 July 2020 magazine’s front cover.

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@mystictragedies - lily gets a new follower starter !

            it’s always been about lily for her.

the reason, the core, the heart. why she'd join the order at all, honestly, if she's selfishly practical about the whole affair. war, after all, is not for those feint of heart, and for what she's been made to suffer beneath the endless toil of forced socialisation with those she hates THE MOST OF ALL, she supposes, it's only fair there’d be as equal a reason to fight. and there is, isn't there, something that begins with lily, and perhaps might end with her too, if the traction of war continues down this path - that will and desire showed themselves not quite enough, yet, and how exhausting its become to watch those that they love die, before they've even really had a chance to live.

tonight they're having a party at the lestranges ; her parents off to the black tie affair, she feigns sick, claiming to need to be at home. it's A POOR EXCUSE, but they're willing to take it, after all, they're just happy that she's home again. convinced that her rebellion was nothing but youthful folly, she takes advantage of their heart’s desire, an obedient daughter, and ducks through their trust, to pay dividends for the order. she could have done anything with this night, but honestly, she's feeling heartsick for the things she's missed out on, the people who's lives were continuing on without her - so when she hops the floo and ends up by the newly christened apartments of the potters', she’s the first to press a finger to her lips as the door opens, to slip inside, and without further adieu, to throw her arms around lily's neck in greeting. “oh merlin, how was the wedding!? dorcas sent photos over, lily, you looked absolutely gorgeous!”

- @mystictragedies

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Not the most interesting part of the christening announcement, but: when Harry and Meghan announced their daughter's birth, the wording of their press release suggested that she would primarily be known as Lili, not Lilibet. Yet now their spokesperson is referring to her as "Princess Lilibet," not "Princess Lili," even though Sussex comms would never call Harry "Prince Henry"

Princess Lilibet Diana, anon. Gotta get all that colonial, racist, royal connotation in there.

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[id. the full text of the poem "the final episode" by caroline bird. it is black serif text on a white background, the title and author's name are written at the top of the image. the poem reads:

The 18th century bawd who sells her daughter’s virginity to an Earl. The tired CIA operative who says, “just do it,” then half a village dies. The plantation owner’s wife. The lonely CEO of the pharmaceutical company who screams like a banshee when an employee’s baby pukes milk on her pantsuit. The detective who clicks her Zippo underneath the incriminating photo of her boss. The “complex” one who lets her servant girl be whipped. Who dumps the radioactive material in the reservoir. Who is given a chance to apologize to a crying friend and instead pauses and says, “fuck off.” Who is unable to report her violent husband before he murders someone. Unable to stop the drone pilot from pressing the button. Scared of losing her promotion. Covers her ears. Utters lines like “I believe you are mistaken, my dear” and “This is above your pay-grade, kid, keep your nose out.” Who says, “Fine! Fucking fine!” when the partner who loves her but can’t live like this anymore says, “I love you but I can’t live like this anymore.” Who thinks the truth would spoil everything. Who burns the crucial letter. Whose cleavage is angry and heaving. Who drinks miniature vodkas in the hotel bath and nearly drowns. Who wears her new husband’s dead ex-wife’s earrings to the christening. Who can’t forgive her stepson for existing. Who lets the suicide call go to voicemail. Who walks to the AA meeting, is met at the church gate by the greeter who says, “welcome” to which she replies, “fuck you, creep” and keeps on walking. Who is sick in the sink. Who suddenly feels the weight of her actions. Who hyperventilates into a paper bag. Who splashes water on her face in a public bathroom, glares at the mirror and says, “Wise up.” Who knows her narrative arc is peaking, knows there’s goodness in her somewhere, the viewers have glimpsed it in close-ups and now they’re halfway through the final episode and she’s got twenty-two minutes to wrangle a denouement, fall on her dagger, hand over the list, clear her spiritual debt in a single payment. Look at her standing on your porch-step, holding out her heart like an injured bird and begging you to ruin her. /end id]

Caroline Bird, "The Final Episode"