#This is why I throw the triplets at them like water balloons

[caterpillarinacave]

Give me all 4 Fairchilds that are alive in 1903

Henry:

Forget therapy, he’ll figure it out randomly at 11:36am on a Thursday like the rest of us autistics.

Charlotte:

“I am looking (dis) respectfully” Coincidentally I actually just had this dream last ni- *gunshot*

Matthew:

He would think the phishing emails are hilarious and would engage in increasingly more ridiculous conversation with the scammer until they give up.

Charles:

He would not engage in increasingly ridiculous yet hilarious conversation with the scammer until they gave up 😔

[xxwhiskeyxx]

Heacanons w/ Whiskey  Random Blurbs

I’m sitting in the library at my college, I’m done with my work for the day and I’m procrastinating writing today’s trope because I am the king of procrastination.

ANWAYS

As many people have come to headcanon, Mounty grows plants around his horns and in his hair whenever he is focused on something or thinking of someone, also gives people plant nicknames. The way he comes up with them is seeing what flowers or plants grow whenever he thinks of a specific person. Such as with Swiss, Edelweiss, Spider Lillys, and Hydrangeas tend to sprout whenever the Multi pops into his mind, or Iris’s and Nightshade appear when Aether was helping him in the greenhouse for the first time.

Dew has chronic dry mouth, which is funny because when he had more Water ghoul traits, he had a problem with over salivating.(Poor baby was forced into a ritual by upper Clergy members to force his Fire to be his almost exclusive element and took away about 80% of all his Water traits, more on this in an upcoming trope) Now this is why he almost always has a drink on hand, or he is constantly coughing due to his mouth being so dry

Swiss is the Just Dance king but the one song he can never seem to beat is surprisingly the Cotton Eye Joe dance simply because he wants to do the proper line dance and it infuriates him that they changed it

Sunshine, Swiss, and Dew are known as the Chaos Triplets and are absolutely not allowed to be alone with each other without supervision, last time they managed to sneak away and they created a bomb in the kitchen that they set and exploded in Nihil’s office, their reasoning? “He’s mean to Papa!”

Cumulus is actually pretty chaotic herself; she is known to set up pranks around the ghoul den for unsuspecting ghouls to fall into. Water balloon filled with shaving cream set just right so that it falls and splatters on Aether when he walks into the kitchen, Poppers under toilet seats (Mountain once fell in and had to pried out by Aether and Swiss cause his legs got stuck upward), she once even switched out the milk with baking soda water and made Dew throw up when he had chugged it straight from the carton.

Aether needs to wear glasses for reading and all the other ghouls swoon when they find him perched in a chair, dad stance with the knee crossed over the other, with his reading glasses on his nose. Swiss will typically dramatically fall into his lap and beg for him to read to him.

Rain has days where he is very touch-adverse and the others have learned to ask before touching him for the first time in the morning, Cumulus is a slight exception because he can never be disgusted by her hugs. (Quick head and shoulder are his accepted form of affection these days, also finger touches)

Cirrus has somehow managed to wrangle Dew into makeup and skirts quite a few times, always showing him off and calling him her “Pretty Girl” which always makes his knees weak, and he will happily chirp and trill as she applies the makeup.

Copia has been accepted as basically a member of their back and they WILL go into his room and force him into a ghoul pile if they feel he’s been too distant lately, usually initiated by Dew and surpringly Rain

Mountain is quite possibly the touchiest of the ghouls, always patting someone on the head or hugging someone if he feels like it. He’s also been known to drag people into his lap, shove his face into their back, and forcefully cuddle them if he’s had a bad day, Swiss, Cumulus, Sunshine, and Dew tend to volunteer for Mountain cuddle duty if it seems he’s particularly snippy, cause usually a good couple minutes of snuggles will bring back their happy Mounty.

Swiss actually can play the saxophone, along with trumpet, piano, trombone, piccolo, harmonica, and drums, he’s aiming to learn everything possible but he’s limited to what he can buy on amazon and what he finds around the band storage closet

[gellavonhamster]

on coffee, nightmares, and reasons to live

gen || Hector | Captain Widdershins || post-canon

ao3 link || originally posted in Russian

Forgive me, for all the things I did but mostly for the ones that I did not.

– Donna Tartt, The Secret History

I saw an old soldier abandon his watch, 

I saw an old sailor abandon his ship –

“To hell with your war,

What on earth is it for?”

That’s what the old soldier and old sailor said.

They looked each other in the eye,

Coming back from death, they cried:

“To hell with your war,

What on earth is it for?”

That’s what the old soldier and old sailor said.

– Olga Arefyeva & Kovcheg, На хрена нам война (Why the Hell Do We Need War?)

“I admire them,” Hector confessed, pointing at the birds with a motion of his head. A murder of crows flew over their heads with agitated croaking as he and Jacques Snicket were sitting on the grass behind Hector’s old house in the Village of Fowl Devotees. Hector was thirteen, which meant that Jacques was, consequently, a little older, and he couldn’t help wondering: did he really live here already when he was this age? Something wasn’t adding up here but it didn’t matter, because a gentle summer wind was blowing and the sunset skies were the colour of ripe persimmon and he didn’t want to ruin this moment of peace, so rare for the volunteers who have dedicated their lives to maintaining it. 

“Yes, they’re amazing creatures. Wise,” Jacques agreed. The wind licked his hair, ruffling it in a funny manner. “You know, they say when crows find one of their kind dead, they give it a sort of a funeral. Fly in circles over it, and mourn.”  

“I’ve heard something about this,” Hector ran the tips of his fingers over the grass, “but it’s not just crows I’m talking about. I mean any birds. I spend my days tinkering with these air balloons and baskets and burners while they can just… up and fly. Can you imagine it? I’d give a lot to have such freedom.”

“I see,” Jacques replied. He turned to Hector and looked at him closely. It was as if the crows started cawing louder, but it might have just seemed so.

Hector felt a fit of unease.

“Why didn’t you stand up for me when I was arrested?” asked Jacques. Suddenly he was forty-seven, which meant that Hector was, consequently, forty-five. “You did recognize me. You have known me since our very childhood. Why did you let them burn me?”

“They didn’t burn you,” Hector objected nervously, backing away. “They didn’t burn you!” he repeated louder, smelling smoke. The jacket the eldest Snicket was wearing – more precisely, its left sleeve – was burning, but its owner didn’t seem to notice.  

“Right, they didn’t manage to. Olaf and Esme murdered me. That changes everything, doesn’t it?”

His skin was turning black and coming off and Hector watched, watched, watched frozen in horror and shame and couldn’t avert his gaze.  

“Why did you let them sentence me? Why did you let them kill me? Why did you let them put the Baudelaires in prison? Why did you let them burn the Baudelaires at the stake?”

“But the Baudelaires weren’t burned!” Hector wanted to cry, but the words stuck in his throat. That was how he woke up – hoarse and suffocating and trying to cough out his answer to the corpse. The answer that was nothing but a senseless excuse because the Baudelaires might not have been burned, but Hector really did let the villagers of VFD put them in prison and sentence them to death. Because he might have been there in time in his self-sustained mobile home and would have taken them with him if he hadn’t been thwarted, but he really did not say a word when he had an opportunity. That was what mattered.  

There was a cup of water on the nightstand. Sitting up on the bed, Hector grabbed the cup, made a couple gulps, coughed again, and, having put the cup back, took his head in his hands. The dawn was breaking; somewhere far off, a dog was barking. The clock read a quarter after five.  

It wasn’t the first time he dreamed of Jacques. In fact, if Hector saw any nightmares, Jacques was a regular there. Sometimes he was simply there to remind him that his death is, in a way, Hectors’s fault; sometimes, like tonight, he dragged in the Baudelaires; sometimes he just remained speechless while the flames devoured him. Waking up each time, Hector remembered that creature – phenomenon? – that attacked them back then, after the mobile home collided with the Queequeg, and prayed for it to be what he sees in his dreams next time. But it never visited his nightmares because there was no fear in them, only the endless feeling of guilt and shame, and the stale crusts of the unsaid words he kept on trying to cough out even after waking up.    

He spent some ten minutes sitting in bed and struggling to calm down. Hector knew that he wouldn’t manage to fall asleep anymore – after the nightmares, he never could – so he decided to go down to the kitchen for an early breakfast. Later he could chop up the filling for tacos, or whip the tomato sprouts into shape. Keep his hands busy to distract himself, at least remotely. He got dressed in the twilight and left his bedroom, softly closing the door after himself.

The bedroom opposite to his was Quigley’s. Its door was ajar, which meant that all three Quagmires slept there that night. Isadora and Duncan had their own bedrooms (hers was to the left from Quigley’s, and his was opposite to his sister’s room) but every night the triplets invariably went to sleep in one of the three rooms all together. No one discussed that, and no one frowned upon that. Perhaps in some other, normal home adults would have disapproved of teenagers of different gender, albeit relatives, sleeping in the same bed, but their house could be called normal with great reserve only, even though lately, after the Quagmires with the help of Fernald and Fiona had stolen their inheritance from the bank, after some minor repairs, throwing out the rotten carpets, and fitting the broken window in the corridor with glass, it could well, in Hector’s humble opinion, be called decent.  

He peeped into the room. The brothers huddled together on a narrow bed, having yielded their sister a hammock that hung over it. Quigley, of course, slept the closest to the door. Such was the rule: the owner of the room took the place that was the nearest to the entrance and left the door half open, to hear any suspicious sound and wake the others up in time. This time too, even though Hector did his best not to make a sound, Quigley’s eyes flew open.  

“Sleep,” Hector whispered and smiled: all clear, false alarm, no strangers in the house, just their own people. The boy gave him a faint smile and drifted off again. A half-read book rested on his stomach – something about the Terra Nova expedition. Still smiling, Hector came down to the first floor – home to the kitchen, the dining room, and a box of a room which once had possibly belonged to the help but presently to Captain Widdershins, who claimed that this place, a step away from being a broom closet, reminded him of submarine cabins (in truth, he slept there first and foremost because he had a hard time climbing the stairs, but he didn’t like to discuss that). Fiona and Fernald slept in the attic, using folding screens to divide it into two rooms, but now the attic was empty: both were to return only today.      

Hector entered the kitchen and gave a start – Widdershins was seated at the table, sipping something from a cup. On seeing Hector come in, or rather hearing him in the first place, the retired captain got embarrassed and promptly took something off the table. Hector frowned.  

“Good morning,” he said warily.

“Morning!” Widdershins responded, eyeing him just as warily.

“You up at such an unearthly hour?”

“Aye! Insomnia! And some damned dog keeps barking. Decided to have a coffee.”

“Doesn’t smell like coffee for some reason.”

“Still heating the water,” Widdershins explained with uncertainty. None of the stove burners was ignited.

Hector went round the table. The side that Widdershins was seated at had a cutlery drawer. The tablecloth over it stuck out expressively. Hector lifted the tablecloth a little – Widdershins didn’t say a word – and took out a broached bottle of whiskey.  

“Where did you take it?” asked Hector, putting the bottle into the cupboard. “I don’t remember you leaving the house lately.”

“I may be disabled but I’m not a cot case, after all!” Widdershins replied with dignity. “Went out while you were at the market. Bought with my own money! Fixed the neighbours’ meat grinder. They paid me. Aye! Fair and square!”

“You sort of promised not to drink anymore. What’s fair about that?”

“Ha! Promised! I haven’t promised you anything, Hector! Why do you care?”

“As for me, feel free to drink yourself to death,” Hector shrugged his shoulders. He did care, and he didn’t want Widdershins to actually drink himself to death, but the fact remained that he wasn’t happy and had no intention to hide it. “It is your children that you promised it to. Perhaps I should just let your stepson smash this bottle on your head when he comes back.”

Widdershins threw back his head, finished his drink that definitely wasn’t coffee, and slammed his cup on the table.  

“Perhaps you should,” he replied, defiant.  

Hector filled the teapot with water and put it on the stove to boil. Some actual coffee really wouldn’t hurt.

“You’re not the only one struggling, you know,” he said, not turning around. “Just some food for thought.”

He reached out for the coffee grinder.

“Give me!” Widdershins ordered ashamedly. “I’ll do it!”

He proceeded to grind coffee as ferociously as if each bean was his personal enemy, while Hector quietly put the cup that smelled of whiskey into the sink and replaced it with two clean ones. They spent some time silent, the coffee grinder creaking with age and exertion. The dog outside calmed down, but now they could hear a train passing somewhere far off.  

“I’m not at my place here!” Widdershins finally blurted out. It was not as if he was talking to Hector – more like to the coffee grinder. “I’m used to the sea! To the submarine! Always on my way! And now I’m trapped on shore! With my leg missing and my back aching! Weak and sickly! And even if I get stronger, even if I unlearn to view myself as inferior,” he slapped his leg that turned into a wooden peg right under his knee, “I still won’t be able to return to the sea! Because that beast is there! Because now my guts fill up with cold when I think of the sea I love so much! Why couldn’t it kill me straight away? What’s the use of me now?” 

“Your stepdaughter needs you. So does your stepson, even,” Hector pointed out. 

“I failed them!”

“They’ve forgiven you.”

That last point Hector was not completely sure about, but both Fiona – especially Fiona – and Fernald mostly dealt by their stepfather as if everything has always been fine between them. Some scandals occurred, like the evening the captain finally decided to tell his stepchildren what was in the sugar bowl, but for the most part, there was peace, though with no particular affection.  

Widdershins shook his head.

“I’m not worthy of them!”

“Well, then make yourself worthy,” Hector retorted, took the coffee grinder from him, and spooned the coffee into the cups. “If there’s any reason for you to have survived, then that is it. Hitting the bottle is not.”

With the way Widdershins often acted, it was impossible not to be rude to him. Hector really enjoyed being rude. There were times when he used to think he had completely forgotten how it was done.

“I see this creature in my dreams nearly every night,” Widdershins murmured after Hector poured boiling water into the cups and took a bowl of crackers out of the cupboard.  

“I don’t,” Hector said calmly, and shivered under the understanding gaze of his old comrade. He couldn’t recall telling anyone about his nightmares but it was quite possible that they were easy to figure out. Quite possible that there was a sign saying coward hanging perpetually above his head, only he didn’t notice it himself.    

Widdershins sighed.

“If all of us stayed alive, then it really was for a reason,” he said solemnly. “If I am needed, then you are needed all the more! Aye! Because you take care of the triplets! And of the household! And you cook us food! And you could build a new aircraft! And we could help our children,” that wasn’t the first time either of them called the Quagmires, Fernald, and Fiona their children, although the Quagmires weren’t Hector’s children, and Fernald and Fiona technically weren’t Widdershins’ children, “stop the VFD! So that it would become what it should have been, or cease to exist at all! Aye! For Jacques! And Monty! And Josephine! And Kit! And our old chap Lemony, be he alive or dead! How’s that for a reason to live?”    

Hector felt a lump growing in his throat.

“What a speech. You’re drunk at the crack of dawn, Widdershins.”

“But I’m right, face it!”

“Yes,” Hector admitted. It was very important for that to be true. Such truth one could live with. ��You’re right.”

Then they had coffee with crackers, and for a little while, the world was actually quiet.

[ff15trashgoldenslumbers]

Got one for noct mostly but the bros (and iris due to nature of ask) can react too in a meeting them sense Noct survives the events of the game and S/O have twins with him. A boy and a girl. s/o wants to name them regis and lunafreya after the two people who are not here now who helped him most.

I really, really looked forward to this! Like I’m gonna try to fluff the hell out of this!

Please be aware that all of my knowledge of childbirth comes from me reading the internet at 3 in the morning, going “well that seems painful” and than going on ebay for 20 min.

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You waddled out to the garden, waddle being the key word, one hand to your back, the other rubbing protectively across your stomach. Your enlarged stomach that housed your precious baby, and the future heir to the newly rebuilt Kingdom.

Nearly 5 years had gone by, prior to the the defeat of Ardyn and the ‘Death’ of Noctis, you two were wed. Yet with quick thinking on your part, you managed to get most of the gods on your side which assisted with returning your husband back to you from the afterlife. The first few months were rebuilding the city, and the next few years flourished underneath the new King and his Queen. Now everyone was waiting for the next generation.

Once news had broken that the King and Queen were expecting, it was a rather joyous day! Now all you had was just about 4 more weeks and you would be able to hold the new Princess or Prince of the Kingdom. No one knew what to expect as the little one never wanted to get X-Rays right, sometimes it appeared to be a boy, sometimes a girl, yet most of the time with their back to the camera.

You stopped suddenly clutching your stomach, as you received a rather rough contraction. Turning as you heard a whine, “No, no Umbra it’s just a Braxton Hicks. I’m fine.” You smiled to your now constant companion, ever at your side if your husband was not.

Yet unfortunately your husband was currently locked away in a meeting with Ignis, and a few others from neighboring countries in Eos. Since the Starscourge was vanished, all of Eos was in a unity. Rather sad that it took the death of so many.

“Good Morning, Your Highness!”

You turned to the Lady of the battlefield, Mrs. Amicitia, married to Gladiolus and mother of his 2 year old triplets. “Good Morning, off to train new recruits?”

“Of course, we’ve got quite a bit of them.” She smiled, leaning forward rubbing a hand on the bump, one of the few people you allowed to do so. “Why are you so fussy today, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were ready to leave.”

“We’ve got 4 more weeks.” You laughed, as she helped you over to a chair. “No need to rush.”

“I thought the same thing about the triplets, and next I know I’m trying to choke out Gladiolus for doing that to me.” She laughed. “We’ll Your Highness, I must get going, call me if you need me.”

You watched as she left, only to feel Umbra jump up beside you, pressing his head between the spot of your huge stomach and swollen breasts a spot currently much smaller, but the unaged dog loved to rest protectively near your stomach. Umbra was always overprotective of Noctis, and now he had moved to both you and your unborn child. Not that you minded, sometimes Umbra was the only one to understand what you wanted. Yet people would find it strange that the Queen was alone within the large garden, with only a dog, yet in all reality, she wasn’t.

Your own Shield, one Iris Amicitia, was never too far away always able to get to you within a moment’s time, the same with her sister in law.  While Cor during his off times would often sit not far from you, hell even sometimes Araena would come for a visit, often laughing with you about how large you had become, always within in good fun, and the woman was always fascinated by the movement of the little one. The fact she provided you a Dragoon as a baby shower gift is still something you laugh about when you go into the nursery. While you Lady in waiting, who had married your own husband’s advisor during the time of Darkness, was always on stand by, many times you would have to shoo her away as she and Ignis both were still very doting hen like and had become more so.

Should Noctis not be able to spare a moment, he would send Prompto, who would often over worry himself, and would be the one in need of practice labored breathing, yet always seemed to be bearing gifts typically Chocobo themed in all colors. Or beautiful works of art from your younger years to adorn the walls.

Or Gladiolus, who underneath his wife and little sister’s thumb, would escorted you around either by wheelchair, or simply picking you as he did his wife. Often comparing you to his wife and sneaking Moogle themed items into the nursery, which set of the great Argentum and Amicitia Chocobo vs Moogle wars,  which was stopped by a single Tonberry plush, one thought for the Scienticas.

Yet when with Ignis, the man would prepare whatever you were craving, he even did it that one late night where Noctis was called away to a meeting, and you were determined to have pickles and capers with freshly made sea salt ice cream. Yet the man would often panic when you went into one of your mood swings, often having to call on his wife for assistance. You’d always apologize after, yet Ignis would state it didn’t faze him, as he was use to Noctis.

You had to admit you always loved your brothers, but since becoming a balloon, you absolutely adored them.

Yet your husband made you the most happy, he always made certain that you were provided for! Even while being King, he took his role as husband and future father rather seriously. From the moment you told him the news, to now, he was there providing foot massage, having special maternity wear made for you, so that you never felt fat, and pressing kisses to you. If one thing, you never worried about the man not loving you because you had changed, if anything he had more love to give.

Yet everyone within the Citadel knew, that you did not like to be over ran and constantly doted after, so they all did it within hiding.

You must have dozed off, since next you knew, Umbra had moved off of you, and begun to whine, resting his head against your stomach, “What’s wrong, buddy?”

Umbra jumped from the chair you were both sitting on, his feet nervously tapping as he begun to spin.

The moment you managed to get yourself upright and standing, you felt it, a huge rush of water between your legs, soaking the front of one of your black maternity dress. “Hell, not now.” You muttered, looking to Umbra, “Go get Noctis.”

Umbra pranced around, not wanting to leave you not just yet, so he begun to bark loudly, circling you a few times. Licking at your hands clutching to your stomach, stepping back as he begun to bark, only stopping as he saw your Lady in Waiting appear.

“Your Highness are you…”

“Water broke.” You managed between you panting, watching as Umbra disappeared, hearing your Lady in Waiting, get on the radio, calling for all of those in need of one of many birthing plans. You glanced up to the second floor window where Noctis was currently trapped within his meeting.

*

“…in due time.” Ignis explained, his visor still over his eyes, despite within the years he had gained very little of sight back.

Noctis rested his cheek against his hand, glancing out the window to the gardens below. He always made certain that Ignis held the meetings within this room on sunny days as you would go out there to enjoy the weather. The meetings were never held far from where Noctis couldn’t keep you within his sights.

Yet blue eyes narrowed in confusion, as he heard the muffled barking of Umbra, only than did he notice you panting heavily, as your Lady in Waiting held you up. His eyes widen in shock as he saw you turn to him, mouthing ‘Statis,’ again and again before Iris appeared helping move you out the garden. The word you both settled on when it was time.

“Your Majesty?” Ignis inquired, as all heads within the room turned to the King who had quickly stood. “Is everything alright?”

“Statis.” Noctis replied, moving out the room rather quickly.

Ignis nodded in agreement, turning towards the other men within the room, “I do apologize, yet we will have to follow up with this meeting at another time.”

Noctis nearly tripped over Umbra as the dog came rushing to retrieve him, only hearing Ignis following up behind him, an ear piece pressed against his ear. Noctis only heard bits and pieces of the conversation, including “Throne room,” “30 minutes for an ambulance” and “She wants Noctis.”

Noctis rushed into the Throne room, throwing open the doors, finding his wife on the floor. Sitting on top of all of the Amicitia families cloaks and bunch of pillows and what appeared to be a curtain, tightly holding Gladiolus and Prompto’s hands, listening to Mrs. Amicitia’s breathing instructions, as Iris fanned her, while her Lady in Waiting was pacing behind her sternly speaking into the phones about the doctor and ambulance being delayed and needing to be here now!

“Noctis.” You panted, as Gladiolus moved out the way allowing your husband to take his place.

“Are you okay?” Noctis asked, flinching as he already knew that you were trying to push a baby out of you. It was a rather stupid question to ask. Happy when you ignored it as you gave a labored cry.

“Aside from the baby, -hrk- fine.” You grunted, squeezing his and Prompto’s hands.

“Your Highness, I hate to ask, but do you think you can wait?”

You let out a scream to your Lady in Waiting, “Baby says no.”

Noctis watched horrified, you were about to give birth in the throne room, with no mid-wife, no medical personnel, and in extreme pain and all he could do is sit there and let it happen. “Sweetie, we need to move you somewhere more comfortable.”

“Okay, okay.” You muttered in a pain filled haze, as you felt Noctis and Prompto try to move you to your feet, only to scream in pain as another contraction hit. “No, no, no baby says we’re doing it here.” You cried, as they moved you back to your nest,

“Gladiolus, come hold her up.” Mrs. Amicitia called, as she moved to sit between your legs, lifting the curtains of your once beautiful dress to your knees, “Shit, she’s crowning, Iris go get some clean towels. You come here.”  She motioned toward the Lady in Waiting.

“You’ve done this before?”

“Had three come out of me in one go, figure I know what I’m doing. Now on three I need you to push.”

You nodded softly, turning into Noctis as you squeezed both his and Prompto’s hands, listening for the cues to bring the new heir into the world. It hurt more than anything, yet the soft kisses and sweet words of your husband, almost made the pain worth it.

Almost.

Nearly ten minutes went by, yet right on time Iris returned with silk linen and some towels, right as Mrs. Amicitia pulled out the future Prince of Lucis, wailing rather loudly, only to be swaddled quickly.

“You did awesome, Sweetie.” Noctis smiled, pressing a kiss to you, as you relaxed finally.

“Nope, nope, no time to relax we still got a way to go, one more.”

“What!” The room echoed.

“A few more pushes and baby two will be here.”

“Two!” You screamed, only to push when you were told to do so, turning to your husband, only to notice that he too was rather confused at the news of two heirs to the Lucian line. Lucky, your first son, made it rather easy for the next child to come out.

“We have a Princess.”

“Is that it!” You demanded as both of your children were swaddled and cleaned, yet still yelling proving just how alive and happy they were.

“Yep, good job Mama.” Mrs. Amicitia laughed as she lowered your dress to be more respectable to you.

You finally relaxed, happy the Gladiolus was so solid and didn’t shift against your weight, or the fact that he nor Prompto were too disturbed about seeing their Queen shove not one but two children out of her. Or the current PDA that you and Noctis were engaged in of sweet kisses and nuzzles.

“Congratulations your Highnesses.” Your Lady in Waiting and Ignis stated, handing over the new bundles, who had stopped crying upon contact with their parents.

You held tightly to your baby boy, while Noctis held his daughter, you could already tell just by the room alone that, they two would be spoiled rotten much like the Amicita children.

“So first family photo?” Prompto smiled, as he held up his camera.

You sat up best you could, leaning into your husband, as Prompto snapped a photo. Turning the viewfinder to the four of you, “I don’t look as bad as I thought.” You giggled, earning a laugh from the rest of the room.

A doctor was eventually summoned a few minutes late, and having gotten you and the children moved to what was now considered your nesting room, as they were unable to move you to your room. All three of you were considered born healthy as despite the two being born prematurely. Yet once everyone was weighted in, you were finally allowed to rest. Surrounded by your children sleeping within their bassinet and husband, who was nuzzling into you, repeatedly telling you how happy he was and how much of a good job you did.

Luck would have it that, your Lady in Waiting, and Ignis, banned anyone from the room, and blocked all media coverage, unless alerted by the both of you. Prompto had taken quite a few photos for the two of you, at your request. Along with one very excited phone call from his wife, who was out in the field with Cor with some of the new recruits. while at any given point you who have one of the three Amicitias outside your door, or even sometimes inside to assist. As you wanted the children to also know their extended family.

Yet for the moment it was just the four of you, well five as Umbra had managed to sneak in, curling up underneath the bassinet, never disturbed by the crying of the children, yet constantly keeping a lookout and every so often peeking his head over the side to view them.

“They’re so beautiful, and they have the Lucian eyes.” You giggled, looking to the twins sharing a bassinet as when separated the two would start to whimper and cry, you were attempting to keep your own eyes open, as it had been a long day.

“Perfect, just like their mother.” Noctis chuckled, pressing quite possibly his hundredth kiss against you within the last few hours. “They will need names.”

“Actually I was thinking.” You replied reaching for them, as Noctis moved over handing you, your daughter, while he took your son. Skin contact with the two of you was extremely encouraged, and neither of you could turn it down. “If we name them after the two people that helped you out the most.”

Noctis blinked those beautiful blue eyes, as he son held tightly to his finger, “I don’t think we can name them both after you.” He chuckled, as you gave him a playful dirty look. “What did you have in mind?”

“I would like to name our son, Regis and our little girl Lunafreya.” You replied nuzzling your daughter.

Noctis looked down to his children within their parents arms, “Regis and Lunafreya Lucis Caleum, I like it, what about you Regis, Lunafreaya?”

The both of you were rewarded with smiles and coos, the first of many from the Lucis Caleum twins.

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Three’s a Crowd (Anthony Ramos x Reader)

Heyyyy everyone. Hope you enjoy this fic, I loved writing this it was so much fun. Shoutout to my friend @pumpernickelbae for first reading this fic for me and being so supportive of my writing, and also, shoutout to my friend @omqitsnaya because she was so engaged while reading this and telling me all these thing while she was reading them and she's just an angel. i love them so much. 

Pairing: Anthony Ramos x Reader

Summary: You try to figure out how to tell Anthony you're pregnant. With triplets.

Word count: 2086

Warnings: Just cursing, a cute Anthony being really oblivious to everything

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You were having triplets. The moment the doctor said it you could hardly believe it.

“Excuse me?” You asked, your voice rising to high decibels.

The doctor turned to look at you. “You’re having triplets.” She said with a small smile.

You sat there, feeling shocked. When you were in the car, you were still shocked. When you got home, you were still in a state of complete shock. You and Anthony were going to have to take care of three babies. You didn’t think you could even handle one baby, and now you found out you have to take care of three.

Even through the shock, you still couldn’t help but be a little happy. You had three little people growing in your stomach. As scary as it was, it was still a little exciting.

“Oh god.” You groaned as you thought about how you were going to tell Anthony. You didn’t know how he was going to react. And even though you knew he would never, you still couldn’t help but worry that Anthony might leave you. What if he doesn't want triplets? You thought to yourself. You tried to bury that nasty thought away from your head to no avail.

“Hey babe!” Anthony shouted from the kitchen.

You yelped and jumped in the air. Anthony peeks his head out from the kitchen door way.

“Sorry, baby. Did I scare you?” He asked. You walked over to the kitchen and he walked back in, continuing whatever thing he was doing before.

“A little bit.” You replied.

He turned back to you. “I wasn’t talking about you “baby”. I was talking about our baby “baby”.”

You shook your head and laughed, refraining from responding with “Which baby are you talking about?” He continued cutting up the onions.

“So how’s our baby?” He asked. You could hear the smile in his voice and you couldn’t help but smile as well.

“They’re all doing fine!” You said cheerily.

He looked at you again, an even bigger smile on his face. “Oh that’s so fucking great.” He walked over and gave you a big kiss on your lips, then moved his lips lower so he can kiss your stomach.

You giggled, realizing he didn’t catch what you said.

“Dinner’s going to be ready in half an hour. Sit down and relax.” He said, throwing the now cut up onions into the pan.

“Isn’t it a two-show day today?” You asked, sitting down at the kitchen table.

“Yeah, I only have like an hour and a half before I needa leave.” He responded. You nodded your head and just watched him cook. When the food was done, you both ate, talking about whatever it is that you could.

“Hey, can you get me some water real quick?” You asked him when he stood up to wash your plates.

“Yes, ma'am.” He said, taking your cup with him.

“Three ice cubes. Three babes.” You said. You added the babes at the end, a nickname you called him every once in a while. However, this time you hoped he would hear it in the context of babies. He didn’t, of course.

“Okay… Anything for you.” He said, looking at you with confusion.

He got you your water. You groaned inwardly, disappointed that your subtle confession didn’t work. You’d have to step up your game.

Anthony left, and you plotted the next triplet reveal.

A couple days later, on another two-show day, you had another plan to tell him you were having triplets.

When Anthony had gotten home late at night, you offered to get him a glass of water before bed.

“No, Y/N. You can’t walk.” He protested, getting up to get it himself.

“Anthony Ramos. I am not even three months pregnant. I can still do things for myself.” You said, pushing him back onto the bed. “I will be getting you water.”

He grumbled to himself but let you leave.

You came back into the room, holding a glass of water. In the water were three ice cubes, each with a miniature baby in them.

Anthony laughed as you handed him the glass. “Babe, you already told me you were pregnant. You didn’t have to do this.” He gave you a kiss, then drank from the glass.

You rolled your eyes. Time for a new plan.

Two weeks later it was Thanksgiving. You and Anthony had invited Daveed, Jasmine, Lin and his wife Vanessa over to your apartment for a Thanksgiving dinner. The week before, you had told Jasmine about your having triplets. She’d agreed to keep it a secret, and you and her planned how to surprise Anthony with the news at dinner. She’d had the idea to have three of everything, much like your original plan with the water (which didn’t work, and when you told her this, she just shook her head and said to try it anyway).

Because it was Thanksgiving, you’d both agreed to keep the dinner more than three items,  but everything else was in threes. Three different stuffings, three different types of meat, three different drinks to choose from, and three of every utensil. It was a very blatant message, and, according to Jasmine, “if Anthony doesn't get the idea that something is up… well, just know you're having a kid with an idiot.”

By this time, you were about 13 weeks pregnant. Your stomach wasn’t that big yet, but Lin took notice.

“Jesus, your little one’s going to be big! Look how big you already are.” Lin shouted, laying a hand softly on your stomach, and rubbing it slowly, whispering a hello to the babies.

“Lin!” Vanessa chastised.

“It’s a compliment!” He argued.

“Hi, Y/N.” Vanessa greeted, holding her arms out. You hugged her back and she laid a hand on your stomach. She said hello to the babies also and walked into the apartment to say hello to Daveed who was already there, “helping” Anthony out with the turkey (Daveed had since left the kitchen and leaned on the kitchen doorway, watching the T.V screen).

“You know, my sister was this big when she was as far along as you. She had triplets.” Lin said, a knowing look on his face.

“If you say anything to him, Lin, I swear to god, I will kick your ass.”

He raised his arms up in surrender. “Wasn’t planning on it.” He gave your shoulder a light rub, then followed after his wife.

An hour later, everyone sat down for dinner. Everyone went around, saying what they were thankful for. Once you were done, you all started to grab your meals.

“Why are there three forks?” Daveed asked as he plopped mashed potatoes onto his plate.

“And spoons? And knives?” Lin added. He glanced up at you and rolled his eyes.

“Really?” he mouthed.

“It was her idea.” You answered back, pointing at Jasmine. He shook his head and laughed.

After a moment, everyone dropped the subject. Everyone had managed to comment on the number of things, except Anthony.

“Idiot.” Jasmine whispered beside you.

“Shush.” You answered back. “He’ll mention it later.”

Except, he never did.

On Christmas, the cast had to do a show, so everyone agreed to celebrate Chritmas morning together at the Richard Rogers Theater.

By this point, Lin and Jasmine had worked together to let the entire cast know you and Anthony were having triplets. You wondered how Anthony hadn’t found out yet. Everyone exchanged gifts, and you had the most gifts because everyone had bought a lot of extra things for the babies.

It soon became time to give your gift to Anthony. You had given him a gift earlier that morning (tickets to a basketball game he’d been dying to go to), but you had another gift to give. Jasmine had found this idea on some pregnancy website, and decided it would be cute for you to give to Anthony.

Anthony opened the card and read it out loud: “I have three more gifts for you, but they’re still being processed. You’ll get them in only a few more months.”

Anthony laughed, a wide smile on his face. Everyone was on the edge of their seat, thinking he had finally figured out the secret, but were incredibly disappointed when he said, “What kind of store are you buying from that they’re taking months to get you my gifts?”

Everyone audibly groaned and sat back against their seats. Anthony looked around confused. He shrugged it off. “Y/N, just cancel them. I don’t need them.”

“It’s a lil late for that, Ant.” You said. Everyone laughed, and the mood was brought back up again. The show later that day was great, but you were still wondering on how to tell Ant you were having triplets.

A few days later on New Years, you’d had another cute idea to tell him.

After the New Years kiss, you’d brought out a cake with three little people on the top of them.

Anthony laughed and said, “Is that supposed to be us and the baby? God that’s so fucking cute.” He said, grabbing the cake, putting it down and giving you another kiss.

Time for Plan E. What's plan E?

Plan E took a little longer to plan than you thought. You had to go out and order balloons to be ready for you to pick up on the day of the “party.” Then you had to go out and order cakes. Then you had to buy streamers and other decorations for the apartment. Everything was getting harder to do the bigger you got. At this point, you were 21 weeks old, so walking became more of a struggle.

Before Anthony had left for his show at night, you’d told him to hurry back as quick as he could, because you had planned a party.

“Oh, sweet.” He cheered. He gave you one last kiss and left for his show.

Thankfully Anthony wouldn’t be there for another four hours, so you were able to walk slowly when getting everything ready. Walking was something you didn’t want to do; imagine if you’d have had to run around. Everything was ready to go; now all you had to do was wait for Anthony.

“So are you guys coming over for the party or…?” Anthony asked his cast mates before he left.

“What party?” Lin answered. Anthony looked to Daveed, who shrugged his shoulders. Anthony then looked to Oak, Jasmine and Renee, who had all shrugged their shoulders.

Anthony said his good byes and took a cab to you guys’ apartment. He texted you on his way there, asking what was going on, but your only response was Shut up and come home, Ant.

When Anthony stepped into the apartment, he was surprised to see white balloons and streamers hanging from the ceiling. All the balloons had the number 3 on them.

“Babe, where are you? I thought we were having a party?” he said.

“Y/N, where are you?” He repeated when you didn’t respond the first time.

“In the kitchen.” You called. He rushed to the kitchen to find more balloons everywhere, and you, standing behind the kitchen table, where there were three cakes. You pulled the string to the party popper you were holding and confetti blew out of it.

“Hey baby.” You said.

He walked closer to you and looked down at the cakes. Each cake read a different word. Together, the cakes read out “We’re having triplets.”

“What?” Anthony asked, looking up at you.

“Do you not know how to read? It says we’re having triplets.” You said, firing off another party popper.

Anthony stood shocked for another second before a big smile began to appear on his face.

“Triplets?” He asked.

“Yes, sir.”

“Like, three babies? Growing in your stomach?”

You nodded your head, laughing.

“Oh my fucking god! Y/N, why didn’t you tell me?” He shouted, hugging you tightly from the side, so he didn’t squish the babies. He looked at you and realization crossed his face. “You did. I was just too stupid to realize.”

You giggled. “Yeah.”

Tears began to appear in his eyes. “We’re having triplets. That’s three, baby! WE’RE HAVING TRIPLETS!”

You nodded your head, tears falling from your eyes. Anthony ran around the room, shouting happily about having triplets. He took out his phone and began calling people, telling them what he’d just learned.

You stood there, happy tears still falling from your eyes, wondering how you could ever think he would react badly.