#also lupo youre so silly i love you

[how-to-humaning-401]

ori blind forest... ori will of wisps... pritty games... made me cry...

[damistrolls]

ummm lots of emojis for magpie duh, 💤 🥞 🍧 🍁 ☀️ 🌌 🪤 ✂️ 💡 🔧 🚆 💙💚

💤 do they fall asleep easily? what helps them sleep?

oh yeah he's an easy sleeper, made even easier when he's got someone to hold onto, be it lupo, lekthi, or one of his other friends. hell, give him a pillow or stuffed animal to hug and it has the same effect. he just sleeps 10x better when hes cuddling

🥞 what is their comfort breakfast?

well, there are plenty of breakfasts he really likes, but his comfort one would have to be chocolate chip pancakes. theyre so simple but so cozy and sweet

🍧 do they still have any objects from their childhood? what significance does it have to them? what would their reaction be if they lost it?

i dont think magpie has anything that's super significant to him, but he definitely does have a LOT of old stuff, mostly cause he doesnt really throw things out. hes not a hoarder, it just doesnt occur to him that he should throw things away, cause he's never really had to clean any of it. theres all types of junk in his room, from toys and notebooks to actual literal junk that his ravens brought him. i dont think he'd even notice if something went missing!

honestly i feel bad for lekthi because magpie will probably start filling the guy's home with random stuff he finds too. theyre gonna need to have a sit down about only keeping important things

🍁 what is their favourite season? why?

i think he genuinely loves every season. each of them are special for their own individual reasons. if he HAD to pick though, i think he'd pick spring, both for what it represents, and because it's a rainy season. he absolutely loves going outside when its raining and jumping around like he's never seen rain before sgdfhjdsf

☀️ are they a morning person? what is the first thing they do in the morning?

sort of? he likes getting up early, but he's usually very slow to actually wake up. funny enough, the first thing he does is usually look for something to eat, even though he hasn't even washed the sleep out of his eyes yet

🌌 what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

THIS song is the reason magpie is here today. it's basically his theme, and the singer, vitas, is also his voiceclaim. the music video being about a fish guy is kinda funny though because magpie originally started as a human, so its actually MORE fitting for fantroll magpie

anyways, the first thing i decided about him is that he would be unapologetically himself, no matter how much it inconvenienced or even hurt other people. it was weirdly a joint effort between me and my old therapist, cause i was extremely ashamed of and overly apologetic about essentially everything about myself, including the mere fact that i existed. magpie could go to extremes in a way that i could and would never, and it genuinely did help me be more okay with... like. existing, taking up space, and yes sometimes even inconveniencing others

not to get overly vulnerable on a silly little ask meme, but magpie helped me in a really significant way, and he means a lot to lil ol me <3

🪤 - what will always lure them into certain danger? a loved one in danger? a promise of something they are always searching for?

i mean, magpie would happily walk straight into certain danger without prompting anyways, since he's got like... a way different metric for what's dangerous than everyone else. so honestly, giving him any sort of reason or incentive is overkill. if you point to a pit of spikes and say 'you should go there' i think he wouldn't be like 'you know that DOES sound fun'

✂️ what is the "last straw" for them to cut someone out of their life? how easily do they let go of people?

it really depends how long he's known someone, and how close they've gotten. for newer friends, magpie will quite literally cut them out of his life (like with some actual scissors snip snip) as soon as they stop being interesting or fun to have around, or as soon as the killing urge takes him over

for people who have managed to stick around long enough to become dear to him, i dont really think there's much that'll make him drop you. except like, if he wins when he's making one of his regular attempts on their life, but then he'd be extremely depressed to see them go :(

💡 is your oc a planner? do they write down every small detail or just wing it?

he plans out things like his performances very meticulously, but for basically everything else, he's spontaneous and unpredictable. it's in his nature to just go where the wind takes him

🔧 are they good at fixing relationships? or do they tend to avoid doing so?

id like to think he is. he's very intent on finding what the problem is and doing his best to either fix it or find a workable compromise. and even if there's no good solution, he's a very emotionally available person and will absolutely hear someone out and sympathize with their plight. in my experience, its kind of hard to stay upset with someone who is that good at communicating and genuinely just wants everyone involved to be happy

🚆 what is their answer to the trolley problem?

i think hes just happy he gets to be in the metaphorical trolley. i dont think he even realizes its an ethical puzzle, like you'd ask him what he'd do and he'd just be like 'hm... can i make it go faster?'

💙 do they miss their s/o easily? how do they act when their s/o isn't around?

weeeeell he technically doesnt have a s/o, but we both know he treats lupo and lekthi like he's dating them so i'll answer with them in mind

i think he's pretty good at entertaining himself, but that he still doesnt really like being alone. he tends to miss lekthi and lupo, as well as everyone else important to him, in the off-chance they're not around. when he's on his own, he'll usually take the opportunity to get something done that might be harder when he's around people, like reading, writing, or practicing music. still, he's a social butterfly, and will typically find a way to at least be in the same space as someone he cares about, even if they're not actively engaging with one another

💚 what things make your oc feel comforted? hugs, kisses, food?

i think he's less comforted by specific actions, and more comforted by just... general effort put towards him. if you show him you care in your own way, no matter what way that is, he'll probably be very comforted. any and all love languages will make him so comfy cozy because to him, the intent matters more than anything else in a situation like that

[maneoxvic]

A daughter needs a dad to be the standard against which she will judge all men.

Victor Yi: An Analysis

what is your muse’s full name and do they have any nicknames?

His name is Victor Joon Yi. The people he love call him Vic. The ones he doesn’t call him Joon. He hasn’t heard that name since he left The Aegis.

what do they look like? include hair, eyes, skin tone, tattoos, etc. !

Victor is a man and a half, standing at 6′3 with broad shoulders and a lean, but slightly muscular physique. His hair is a dark black (that Vic won’t admit he dyes bc his real hair color is a dark warm brown and he just thinks a cool back suits his coloration better), generally kept long and curly. His eyes are a dark-chocolate brown, his skin tone has been classified as ‘light-medium neutral’ by Hisoka when he did some modeling for her videos, and he’s got a small menagerie of tattoos on his body. He bears the shield of The Aegis over his heart, the constellation of lupos between his shoulder blades, a father/daughter celtic knot on his inner left forearm, and his wife’s initials on his left ring finger. 

do they have any distinguishing features such as scars, unique birthmarks, etc.?

He’s got a teeny little beauty mark under his left eye, little scars from silly things here and there, but nothing serious or major. 

what is your muse’s friends and family like? who do they usually surround themselves with?

His family... is estranged, to say the least. He hasn’t spoken to his father in years, he really hasn’t heard much from his older brother either- really, the only family he’s got is his daughter Yeona. That being said, Invictus is his newfound family. He loves each and every one of the members with his whole heart, and truly wants the best for them. 

He surrounds himself with warmth, love, happiness, and acceptance, and he finds each and every single thing within the members. 

who would you consider the closest person to your muse?

If we’re talking over the age of 10? Sungmin. Ever since Vince passed away, the mage has come to consider the skinwalker his best friend and closest confidant. Sungmin is the one person he can freely allow the give-and-take of unconditional support. Sungmin is his pillar, and Victor is his. 

But let’s not get it twisted, Yeona will always be Vic’s closest person.

where was your character born and what was their living situation growing up there?

Vic was born and raised in Chicago, Illinois (well, in the suburbs, but no one cares about any Chicago suburbs aside from Gurnee and Schaumburg so he says he’s from Chicago.)

He grew up, like I mentioned, in a suburb about an hour out from the city in a fairly wealthy neighborhood. He was put in an excellent school, was raised in a safe neighborhood, and went on to enroll in one of the best medical universities the state has to offer. He grew up with the stereotypical expectations of an Asian-American kid, do well in school, become a doctor- but along with that, he was expected to excel in his magical training as well. Even so, he was content with his childhood. He supposed that he really lucked out. He loved school, he loved learning, and he loved magic. It never really felt like an obligation to him more than it felt that he was being encouraged to pursue what he loved. 

what is your muse’s biggest fear and does anyone know? if so, who, and if not, why not?

What’s any parent’s worst fear? Losing their child. 

has your muse ever fallen in love before? if so, with who? did it end well?

Once, when he was about a decade younger. He fell in love with the prettiest witch he’d ever laid eyes on. Whether or not it ended well is up to debate, because what love ever ends well? He and Jinhee got married and had two beautiful baby girls, if that’s ending well? His youngest and his wife passed away 6 years ago, though, so- make of it what you will. 

Victor would say it ended tragically, but not unwell. He still has Yeona. He still has the memories. He still has that love for her. Maybe it hasn’t really ended after all. 

what would you find in your muse’s refrigerator right now?

So. Many. Fruit cups. Yeona fucking love fruit cups. Fruit in jello, fruit cocktails, mandarin oranges, peach slices- you name it, Yeona wants it. Victor is a doctor, so he keeps healthy food stocked in the fridge. There’s also organic apple juice and organic orange juice- there will never be grape juice in their home because grape juice is made of lies, according to Yeona, and Vic’s gotta agree. It’s just not good. Vic tends to make a lot of “American” foods, and his fridge and pantry reflect that. 

Aside from that, he’s got a lot of baking supplies in his pantries. Anyone who knows the Yi Duo know that they bake together all the time. 

  what does your muse usually wear? you can describe, link pictures, etc. !

Check this post but its literally white shirt and jeans. 

what is your muse’s strongest memory that they carry around

The day his daughter was born. That’s a no-brainer. Yeona would always be the greatest gift he could ever ask for, and he would never forget that day. He would also never forget the day his pregnant wife passed, but Yeona’s birth would always be a positive memory for him.

[kikyozoldyck]

v. catch me if you can

PAIRING: diego hargreeves x reader SUMMARY: no diego but lots of plot !!! WARNINGS: mentions of shooting people, also diego being a fuckboi extreme

There’s a gentle hand on your shoulder, and you lean into it, the twilight of dreams still heavy in your drug addled mind.

“Diego?” You ask, nuzzling into the hand, “you came back.”

“Diego?” A woman asks, and she sounds startled. Your eyes snap open. Not Diego. Patch, looking worse for ware and clutching a cardboard coffee carrier in her hand, eyes wide.

“Uh, yeah.” you say, awkwardly. The vestiges of your dreams are still clinging to you, like wet cotton, and you remember Diego in it. Diego grinning and kissing you, hands reaching up and slowly untying the mask. And he’d been handsome, you can remember that, but you can’t remember for the life of you what Diego looked like. Not that it matters—none of it was real. None of it. “He’s a friend of mine. I thought he might be visiting again. Sorry, didn’t mean to freak you out.”

Patch blinks at you, and she doesn’t look reassured at all. If anything, she looks a little panicked now.

“Diego was here?” She asks, worriedly. “The cop Lupo stuck outside your door said you haven’t had any visitors. There was someone here with you? Named Diego?”

“No, no!” you assure her hastily, and now you’re a little panicked too. You can’t tell anyone about Diego, or else they might start asking questions. Questions you can’t answer without losing your badge. “I must have been dreaming. Sorry, I’m sorry. No Diego.”

The woman’s eyes narrow. She’s always been excellent at weeding out liars. It used to be your favorite quality of hers.

“No Diego.” She repeats, voice low. “Right. Of course. Because someone sneaking into a hospital crawling with cops to break into a sick patient’s room would be insane.”

You blink at her. She seems really invested in this hypothetical scenario. She must really take your safety seriously.

“Yeah.” You agree with a nervous little laugh. “But no Diego, so it’s fine. Don’t even worry about it.” Patch’s eyes narrow further.

“Why would I worry?” She agrees, voice still low. Then she blinks, and the storminess fades abruptly from her face. She smiles brightly at you, a little too brightly. “No problem. Sorry, lost in my own thoughts. You seem better. I brought you a hot cocoa,” and you must make a face because the next thing she says is, “the doctor said no caffeine.”

She sets the cup on the tray table for you, and takes the seat by your bedside. “Thank you,” you say, taking a tentative sip of the drink, “so, what’s going on with the motel?”

“Don’t you ever think about anything not work related?” She asks, taking a sip of her coffee. Then she remembers just who she’s talking to and says, “not much, really. There wasn’t any evidence left at the scene and the witnesses either don’t know anything or won’t say anything. You know how it is with motels like that one.”

“And the Kraken?” You ask, hiding your face behind your paper cup.

“No sign of him yet.” Patch says, with this weird little laugh, and for a second you’re worried she knows, “but Lupo put a shoot on sight order on him so when he does turn up, it won’t be pretty.”

“Why would he do that?” You ask indignantly, but when Patch looks suspicious you add, “I mean, people could get hurt. Innocent people.” Like Diego, you don’t say.

“Because you’re his favorite.” Patch says, with a tiny smile, “if the Kraken shot anyone one else in the precinct he wouldn’t give a shit.”

You open your mouth to argue but at the same moment her radio goes off, calling her to a domestic disturbance on 29th and Park.

“Just focus on getting better, okay?” She says, gently patting your head, “let us handle the rest.”

“Eudora, wait!” you call out after her, “could you, uh, maybe keep me updated on the Kraken thing? It’s just, you know, I’ve spent two years chasing the motherfucker, if someone managed to bag him in one night, I’d need to buy them a drink.” The woman tenses for a moment, then turns back to face you. Her smile seems a little menacing.

“Sure. Let me know if your Diego drops by—I’d love to meet him. After the guard outside your room does, of course.”

“Uh, sure.” you say, but Patch’s already gone. You stare off towards the empty hallway.

—

Diego doesn’t visit you again at the hospital, in or out of the mask, and after Day 3 of gazing longingly out into the empty hallway, you’re starting to get a little annoyed.

You do not kiss people, tell them you want to be more than friends, and then just leave. You do not kiss-and-run without getting your victim’s insurance information—or their phone number. Diego is a horrible human being and you hate him.

“I know he’s hot, sweetie, but there’s no need to moon over him like this.”

You blinks, turning to look at your sister as she eats your last cup of hospital issued red flavor jello.

“I’m not mooning. God, that would be stupid. He’s clearly an idiot.” She looks at you, lips pursed a little bemusedly.

“Is that why you never called him after your little date?”

“What?” You’ve never gone on a date with Diego. Unless eating cold pizza at your place counts. But how were you supposed to call without having his phone number? How does your sister know you didn’t call?

“John.” your sister sighs, sounding exasperated. “Donna’s friend? The handsome millionaire who I so graciously set you up with?” Right, Mr. McSexy Millionaire.

“Oh, yeah. What about him?”

“He told Donna you ghosted him!” She says, eyes narrowing. “I’ve mentioned it four times in the last hour. Were you ignoring me?”

“No, of course not.” you assure her quickly, because she might actually stab you with your own IV if you don’t cater to her massive ego.

“So,” she says, making a ‘carry on’ gesture with her hands, “what is it? Why don’t you like him?”

The answer is as silly as it is true, John’s not Diego and that’s all that really matters to you.

“No. Yes. Maybe. It’s just that I sort of have a…thing.” You have no idea how to classify this relationship with Diego. “And I’m off the market, at least for now.”

“You’re seriously passing up a hot millionaire model with a PhD?” Your sister raises an unimpressed eyebrow, and you nod, “Wow. Who is this person?”

A person who kisses you and runs away. A person whose face you’ve never seen, whose phone number you don’t even know. A criminal.

You reach up and brush your lips with your fingers, remembering the warm feeling of Diego’s lips on your own.

“Total asshole.” You say, honestly, “but I sort of like him. A lot.”

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[historyrepeatsitself-phff]

Chapter Seventy

A/N: Here you guys go, as ever I hope you enioy it and any comments are always hugely appreciated 💖

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you…”

Harry chuckled and squirmed under the cover at the sound of Emmy’s voice, hiding himself from her excitement.

“Happy birthday dear Harry-” She wacked him, trying to get his attention. “Happy birthday to youuuuuu…” She dragged out the last note, then pouted. “Harry, it’s not every day I sing to you, you could at least appreciate it!”

“I do, I do,” he said, emerging and grinning. “Just promise me you’re not going to sing again today, alright?”

“Ugh, is this to do with that weird problem you have with getting old?” she said, rolling her eyes. 

“You’re 21, you’re fine,” he said. “Me? I’m 32. Thirty-two! I mean, I better start preparing for my mid-life crisis.”

Emmy grinned at that, shaking her head at him. “Don’t be silly, just the other day you were so fit when you were helping Rick with the boxes of food.”

Harry frowned at that. He had no memory of helping Rick with boxes of food. He had no memory of any boxes of food for that matter. “What?”

Her eyes widened. “Do you not remember?” she whispered, then raised a hand to her forehead dramatically and said, “I knew the dementia was coming, but I never expected it this soon!”

He shoved her gently, grinning. “Shut up, you’re lying! There were no boxes!”

“It’s okay not to remember, Harry,” she teased.

“You’re lying!” he hissed, then looked panicked and his voice rose an octave as he said, “Right?”

Emmy dissolved into giggles then, collapsing back on the bed as her laughter echoed around the room. Harry glared at her the whole while, until her eyes went to his and she grinned. “Of course I was lying. Your face. Did you actually think you were losing it?”

“Remind me to never get old in front of you,” he muttered, pretending to act annoyed.

“You already are, aren’t you?” she said, acting confused, then giggled again at his glare. “I’m sorry.”

“Nope, don’t accept it,” he said, turning his face away as she tried to kiss him.

“Harry, don’t be mean,” she murmured, pouting.

“Don’t be mean?!” he quoted incredulously, then scoffed. “Rich coming from you.”

“I was only playing,” she said, reaching for his hands.

“How about we make a deal?” he said, turning his blue eyes to hers. “I’ll forgive you and pretend that never happened, as long as you don’t mention my birthday for the rest of the day.”

“Can I at least give you your presents first?”

He hesitated, then nodded. “Fine, if you must.”

“Well, if you don’t want them I’ll take them back,” she replied cheekily, clambering off the bed. Her bump was large, and she struggled, losing her balance slightly, but Harry’s hands gently steadied her. “You wait here!”

He sat back on the bed, unable to stop a smile from flitting across his face at her excitement. Emmy loved giving gifts, and she loved watching him unwrap them even more.

“So, can I expect another pack of condoms this year?” he asked, grinning as she returned, then his face fell. “Oh, Emmy! You shouldn’t have!”

Her arms were full of gifts, delicately wrapped in colourful shiny wrapping paper with enormous bows on each. She shrugged, setting them down on the mattress before struggling back onto the bed beside him.

“I wanted to,” she said. “Besides, it’s your birth-”

“Uh uh, don’t say it,” he said quickly.

“You’re such a wuss,” she replied, leaning her head on his shoulder. “Open them! Open them!”

“I feel like you’re more excited than I am,” he mused, kissing her temple before reaching for the cards. There was a pile of cards, many of which had their address on the front and therefore had been received in the post. There was another, which just said Harry x. Harry guessed that was from Emmy, so he picked that one up first. There was a small one underneath it that said Daddy.

His eyes widened. “What’s this?”

He could feel the excitement rolling off her as she sat up, watching him tear the envelope of the mystery card. 

On the front, there was a sketched ginger guy, wearing a crown, with a little baby in his arms. Across the top, it read Happy Birthday Daddy!

Harry felt his throat close up with emotion and disbelief. He hadn’t expected this, not at all, and he hastily swallowed, urging himself not to cry.

Emmy was watching with her lip tugged between her teeth. 

Inside, Emmy had written on behalf of their little bump.

Happy Birthday Daddy!

I can’t wait to meet you! I know you’re going to be the best Daddy ever!

Thank you for taking care of me and Mummy!

Love you lots,

From 

Your Little Princess, Bump

That did it. Harry felt tears prickle in his eyes.

“Emmy,” he gasped croakily, turning to her. “Em, this is lovely.”

She broke into a smile. “You like it? I wasn’t sure-”

Before she could finish, he’d captured her mouth with his own and was urgently pressing all the emotion he felt into their kiss. Finally, when he pulled away, Emmy felt her own tears coming. She was so happy that he liked it.

“I cannot put into words how much I love this,” he breathed, reaching up to wipe at his eyes. “Is this me?”

“Mm-hmm,” she said, smiling. “That shop down Knightsbridge, they do personalized handmade cards. I got Claire to order it – I asked for a ginger prince with a baby. Apparently the woman in the shop looked at Claire for a while, as though she was trying to figure out whether it was me or not.”

He grinned, chuckling before carefully slipping the card back into its envelope. “Alright, presents.”

He opened the remainder of the cards before making a start on the gifts, and he was not disappointed. Emmy had gotten him tickets to a gig that one of his favourite bands was playing in a month’s time, she’d gotten him a new strap for his favourite watch, a handful of CDs that he wanted, a new tie – this time with dinosaurs on it – some new jumpers and, finally, an empty photo album.

“It’s empty,” he mused, worried that he was missing something.

On the front it had a slot for a picture, and across the top it said My First Year. 

“It’s an album so you can take a picture of our baby every day, and put them in here, and see how she changes over her first year,” Emmy said. “I know you love photography, I thought you might enjoy this.”

“Oh I do, it’s lovely,” he said, grinning. “Oh Em, you put so much thought into these.”

She giggled as he leant down to kiss her. “Happy birthday,” she said against his lips.

“Dammit, I didn’t even get to stop you that time,” he muttered. “That’s it, okay? Presents are done, so it’s officially not my birthday anymore.”

“I’m not allowed to say anything about it being your birthday?” she asked innocently.

“Nope,” he said, shaking his head. “Don’t remind me that I’m getting any older, alright?”

“So I’m not allowed to say anything?” she repeated, acting confused.

He paused, now worried. “Why?” he asked slowly.

“Well,” she said, now looking very smug indeed. “I promise to pretend it’s not your birthday, but I can’t promise that everyone else will.”

Horror slowly started to dawn on Harry’s face. “What did you do?” he whispered.

She giggled in delight. “We’re going to William and Kate’s this afternoon.”

That wasn’t as bad as he had expected. He relaxed. “Phew, I thought you’d organised a party or something-”

“And all your cousins are going to be there,” she finished, now looking worried.

Harry silenced. They sat in silence for a few moments, Emmy now concerned that she’d ruined his birthday, Harry wondering what the chances were that he could bribe his cousins not to mention the fact that he was 32 today.

Eventually, he said, “You’re lucky I love you.”

She broke into a smile. “So you’ll go?”

“Of course. I can’t exactly not show up, can I?” He grinned. “I mean, it’s my birthday.”

“See!” she said, laughing. “I knew that you were happy it was your birthday really!”

“Uncle Harry!” George cried in delight, running over and dive-bombing Harry as soon as William had opened the door. Harry laughed, bending down to pick up his nephew and blow a raspberry on his cheek. 

“What do we have to say to Uncle Harry, George?” William said, standing aside to let Harry and Emmy in.

“Happy Birthday!” George yelled, throwing his arms round his uncle’s neck and hugging him tightly. Harry chuckled, squeezing his tiny body back.

“Thanks, Georgie,” Harry mused, sitting him back on his hip and grinning. “Have you got me some birthday cake?”

“Oh sure, now you’re happy it’s your birthday,” Emmy said dryly, following William through into the living room. 

William chuckled. “He’s not being difficult about getting old, is he?” He tutted at his younger brother, grinning. “You’ll always be younger than me, if that helps.”

“Gee thanks,” Harry said, grinning too. “Looks like I’m only two years away from being bald then.”

William scowled at his brother’s teasing. “It’s not too late for me to return your present, you know.”

“Uncoo! Uncoo!” Charlotte babbled, getting to her feet and toddling out into the hallway to meet them. “Uncoo!”

“Hello, Charlotte!” Harry gasped happily, then looked at George. “How about you go and give Auntie Emmy a cuddle, yeah? I’ll say hello to your sister.”

Emmy smiled as George ran over to her, crouching down to pull him into a hug. “Are you okay, Georgie? Are you still enjoying nursery?”

“Yeah, it’s great,” George said, taking her hand and leading her further down the hallway. “Lots of people here.”

“Really? Is Auntie Zara here?”

“Yeah, and Uncle Mike,” George said. “And Mia.”

“Oh, Mia. You like playing with Mia, don’t you?”

“She’s funny,” he answered, by way of agreement. 

They reached the large living room then, and an outcry of Happy Birthday! greeted Harry as he followed Emmy into the room. Surprised, he blushed deeply, ducking his head at everyone. 

The room was packed – Zara, Mike and Mia were there, along with Peter, Autumn, Savannah and Isla. Beatrice and Dave were there, as was Eugenie. Harry’s aunt Sophie was also there with James and Louise. Kate was stood in the doorway, holding Lupo back so he couldn’t attack the newcomers, wanting hugs.

Mike guffawed at Harry’s reaction. “Did we make you blush, birthday boy?” he teased, as Kate pulled Harry into a hug.

“Happy birthday!” she said, cuddling him. He looked at her with playful sternness in his face.

“Was this all you?”

“Well, mainly Emmy,” Kate replied, shrugging and grinning over at her sister-in-law. “But I helped.”

“Ah, so you’re both to blame,” Harry said, shaking his head, his eyes on Emmy. She laughed, moving out of his hold. As she did so, a red flash threw herself at Harry.

“Harry, happy birthday!” Beatrice said excitedly, forcing a hug on him. “How old are you today?”

“Too old,” he grumbled. “But thanks, Bea.”

As Harry’s cousins one by one greeted him and wished him happy birthday, Bea came over and hugged Emmy.

“Not long now, huh?” she asked, eyes on her bump.

“Hmm, two months,” Emmy said, then made a fearful face. “She’s getting close now.”

“It’s so exciting,” Autumn mused, from where she was sat. “It’s so lovely to have a new baby coming into the family again.”

“Funny how its another girl,” Zara said. “Looks like George is still the alpha male.”

George looked up at his name, and frowned. “Alpha?”

“We’re saying that you’re going to be the only boy and you’ll have lots of girl cousins,” Kate said to him, stroking his hair. 

“I look after them all,” he said, with a ‘duh’ in his voice, as though that was his job, as sole male. 

“Aw, you’re going to look after them?” Kate said, her heart melting with pride. “Just like you look after Charlotte, right?”

He nodded. “Is Uncle Harry and Auntie Emmy baby a girl?”

“Yes, they’re going to have a little girl,” William told his son. “So you can look after her, because she’s going to be very small when she gets here.”

“Ya!” he said excitedly. 

It was raining outside, so they all stayed in William and Kate’s apartment. The children ended up going into the playroom, leaving all the adults to chat and to open Harry’s presents. Harry sat on the main sofa, with Emmy beside him, watching him as he still tried to overlook the fact that it was his birthday. 

“What did Emmy get you?” Zara asked, as Harry opened the card from her and Mike.

“A whole lot of lovin’, probably,” Mike grinned, and Emmy blushed as Harry rolled his eyes at him. 

“She got me a lot of bits,” Harry answered. “Tickets to a gig, CDs, a shirt, that sort ot thing. Oh, she also got me a photo album, where I can put pictures of our daughter in it, one for every day of the year, and we can see how she changes.”

“Oh wow, that sounds amazing!” Autumn said. “You never notice them changing, their hair getting longer, their cheeks getting chubby – it’ll be so good to see that.”

“I wish we’d done something like that for George and Charlotte,” William mused, leaning against the doorframe. 

“I’m so excited for the little one to get here,” Beatrice told Harry and Emmy. “I don’t know, I just feel like we need another little one to bring us all together. William and Kate are always up in Norfolk, and Zara and Mike are in Cheltenham and…I don’t know, we just always seem like we never spend any time together.” She pouted.

“Beatrice, you’re always in New York anyway,” Eugenie said, laughing. 

“But I’ll be coming back more and more now,” Beatrice replied, with a pout. “I just find it difficult. I’m only ever in London when I’m here.”

“And Mike and I might actually be moving a little closer to London,” Zara said. “Mike’s getting a new job, working with the rubgy association, so we’ll be moving house.”

“Oh yay!” Beatrice said. “I just wish we did more stuff together, is all. I can feel Harry judging me.”

Harry chuckled then. “You’re married now, Bea, it’s your turn to pop out a baby.”

Beatrice rolled her eyes. “Not any time soon, let’s get your baby out of the way, huh?”

His gaze flickered to Emmy’s bump, and Emmy noticed; she felt herself melting under his glance and she nuzzled her face against his shoulder, cuddling into him as he snaked his arm round her. 

“So what are we doing, Kate?” Peter mused. “Is there cake anytime soon?”

“Are we playing party games?” Mike asked, then his eyes lit up with delight. “Oh, come on, that’s a brilliant idea!”

Kate rolled her eyes, amused. “We’ll do whatever birthday boy wants to do.”

“Ugh, don’t ask him,” Emmy said, frowning playfully. “He’ll send all of us home.”

Beatrice piped up. “I like Mike’s idea! We can pretend we’re little again and we can play snakes and ladders.”

“Snakes and ladders?” Harry snorted.

“Emmy probably isn’t old enough to know what that is,” Mike teased, grinning at her. She rolled her eyes. “How about Twister, that’s always a laugh.”

“Twister?” Eugenie said, raising an eyebrow. “I’m sorry, how old are we?”

“Don’t be a spoilsport,” Beatrice said, pouting at her sister. “Can we play Twister?! Please?!” She turned to Kate, who gestured to Harry. Beatrice turned her wide eyes to her cousin.

Harry looked away. “Do what you want, Bea, I’ll just be watching.”

That earned a lot of outraged comments, mainly from Beatrice, Peter and Mike, who were now determined to get Harry on the Twister mat and make all sorts of weird shapes with his body. 

“Emmy won’t be able to play,” Harry finally said, his last chance at escaping the game. “I’ll sit here and keep her company.”

“Oh no, don’t worry about me,” Emmy answered, pushing him to his feet as Peter set the game up. “I’ll be fine.”

“I’d rather stay with you,” he said, acting nonplussed. “You know, make sure you’re okay.”

“To be frank, Harry, I’m sick of you, I need some alone time,” she replied playfully, grinning up at him. His face fell into a scowl.

“Oh you’re going to pay for that later,” he said, his voice dropped, but before he could come up with another excuse, Beatrice had grabbed his arm and pulled him over to the mat. 

Kate watched with Emmy as all the cousins, along with Mike and Autumn, played Twister. They struggled and they stretched, Harry trying to act like he couldn’t care less whether he won or lost but in reality trying very hard to not make a fool of himself. 

Once Mike had eventually collapsed onto them all, forcing them all onto the floor and losing the game, they moved onto the Nintendo Wii. Emmy pulled Harry back down beside her as Mike, Peter, William and Zara started a race on Mario Kart.

“You still mad that I organised a party?” she said to him, as his arm stretched out along the back of the chair behind her, giving her room to move into his chest. 

“I was never mad,” he mused, grinning. “Besides, it’s not really a party.”

From across the room, Kate’s eyes narrowed. “Excuse you, me and Emmy tried really hard.”

“Well, there’s no alcohol, is there?” he replied, trying to backtrack before his sister-in-law or his wife could take offence. 

“Your wife is pregnant,” Kate answered, frowning with what was now evidently mock-anger. 

“Yeah Harry,” Mike said, not taking his eyes off the screen. 

“You’re so ungrateful,” she added.

“Yeah Harry,” Mike said again, smirking at the screen.

“Piss off, Mike,” Harry said, shoving him so that his controller moved and his character Wario went crashing into the wall. Mike roared with dismay as Harry and Beatrice laughed.

Zara smirked at her husband. “Serves you right,” she teased, as her character Toad went zooming past Wario.

“Oh you better watch out,” Mike said menacingly. “I’ve got a red shell. Come here, Zara! Suck on this!”

Emmy’s eyes widened at Mike’s teasing, thinking that it was starting to get very competitive. But beside her Harry burst into laughter as Zara got hit by the shell, chuckling at his cousin’s furious expression, and Emmy relaxed into him.

“Damn, look at William go,” Eugenie mused. “You’re always playing this, aren’t you?”

“How else would he get so good?” Peter teased.

“When Kate goes to bed he stays out here, practicing in secret,” Harry added, grinning at his brother, who finished the race and turned to him, also grinning.

“Hey, that was one time, alright?” he said. “And Kate was mad at me.”

“And you thought it was a good idea to play video games to make me less mad at you,” Kate said lightly, shaking her head slightly at him. He smiled at her, reaching over for her hand and kissing the back of it.

“Bleugh, it’s sickening,” Mike said. 

“Too much love in one room, ugh,” Peter repeated, grinning. “We can all hold it in, do you two mind?”

“Not in the slightest,” William replied, pointedly looking at his cousin before leaning over to kiss Kate’s lips. 

Emmy very rarely saw William and Kate show any physical affection, not in public nor in private, and she was surprised by how much it surprised her. It brought back memories of watching their wedding on the TV, five years earlier. It was very endearing to see.

“Harry, your turn,” Zara said, handing him the controller.

“Oh no, I’m happy just watching,” Harry replied, trying to wave it away.

“Scared you’re going to lose, brother?” William teased, smirking.  

Harry’s eyes narrowed, then he swore under his breath before taking the remote from Zara and scowling. “You’re going down, Wills.”

“Ha!” William barked a laugh. “I don’t think so.”

Peter, who had come second-to-last, had given his controller to Beatrice, and now her, Harry, William and Mike waited for the countdown to the start of the next race.

“Go easy on me, guys,” she said.

“No promises,” Mike replied. She shoved him.

“It’s my birthday,” Harry said, now worried that he might lose in front of Emmy, but not wanting to seem worried. “You know you have to let me win. It’s the rules.”

“Funny, I thought it wasn’t your birthday?” William said, grinning.

Harry scowled. “The second I get a red shell I’m sending it your way.”

“Good luck,” William said, smirking openly now, taunting his younger brother.

“Maybe you should all look out for Beatrice,” Emmy mused, adjusting herself so she could see the screen better. “I think she’s the dark horse here.”

Beatrice shook her head. “No, Emmy, don’t root for me, I’ve only ever played this once. I came last.”

“Oh,” Emmy said, then, playfully, she added, “Mike, I think you can beat these two.”

“Hey!” Harry said to her, as the race started and they were off. “Some wife you are! I expect you want me to lose, don’t you?”

Emmy giggled, nuzzling into him. He pressed a kiss to her forehead while not removing his attention from the screen.

“Fuck,” he hissed, as Mike hit him with a bomb. “Mike!”

Mike guffawed. “Sorry not sorry.”

“Come on, William,” Kate mused, her eyes fixed on the screen.

“God, can someone at least want me to win?” Harry complained playfully.

“I was only joking,” Emmy said to him, kissing his jaw. “I want you to win really. If you don’t, I won’t be happy.”

He chuckled. “Stop distracting me.”

“He’s just saying that in case he loses,” Mike said. “And then he’ll blame you, you know.”

“It’s true,” William said. “That’s my excuse everytime I lose.”

Zara barked a laugh. “Ooh woah! Go Harry!”

Harry had just overtaken William, who swore.

“If you beat me, I’m not going to be happy,” he said.

Harry merely laughed. “Prepare to not be happy then, Wills.”

“Mike!” William cried, as he was hit by a fireball. “Oh my god, Bea!”

Beatrice giggled. She’d just gotten a Bullet Bill, and she knocked him off the edge as she went past.

“Is William…last?” Harry said, pretending to be shocked. “Oh wow, how the tables have turned.”

“I’m letting you win, it’s your birthday, remember?” William said, with mock-bitterness tainting his tone.

“Yeah, but it’s not Bea’s birthday, is it?” Zara teased.

“Shhh, Zara, I’m actually not last for once!” Beatrice said, tongue sticking out as she focused. 

Harry crossed the finish line in first place, and those watching cheered. Emmy clapped her hands.

“I knew you’d win,” she said playfully. 

“You didn’t really give me a choice,” he replied, grinning at her and rubbing her back and she threw herself into a hug. “Sorry, William, hate to break your winning streak.”

William smiled and shook his head. “It’s fine. It’s your birthday, after all.”

“It is!” Kate said, then jumped up. “Time for cake?”

“Cake?” George said; he’d just toddled into the room, closely followed by Savannah. “Mummy, can we have cake!”

“Of course you can,” Kate said. “I’m going to go and get it, can you bring your sister and cousins in, Georgie?”

The little boy toddled off, already shouting, “Lottie, Lottie! Cake!”

Harry smiled, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “You shouldn’t have got me cake,” he said, looking embarrassed.

“If you tell us to forget it’s your birthday one more time,” Mike said, grinning. “Honestly, most of us are older than you, what’s the big deal?”

Harry didn’t want to admit it, but the problem was the person who wasn’t older than him – Emmy. He hated getting older, mainly because it just seemed to increase the age gap between them. He was 32, she was 21. He was at the ideal age to be settling down and starting a family, she was at the age to be going out with her friends, getting drunk and having a good time with lots of different guys. She shouldn’t be settled down yet – he desperately didn’t want her to realise everything she was missing out on. 

Charlotte, George, Isla and Mia came running in then, and Charlotte toddled over to Harry, wanting cuddles. He scooped her onto his lap.

“Hey, Charlotte,” he mused, bouncing her on his knees. “Are you going to have some birthday cake?”

“Yah!” she said, clapping her hands. Harry chuckled at her.

Emmy reached over for Charlotte’s tiny hand, playing with her fingers, and Charlotte turned her brown eyes to her, before breaking into a toothy beam. Emmy laughed too. 

The lights went off then, before Kate appeared, her face illuminated by the lights from the candles, and the room starting singing “Happy Birthday”. Beside him, Emmy watched Harry’s face, her heart lifting with delight and relief at the smile on his face. He grinned as he blew out the candles, remembering to make a wish before holding Charlotte up so she could have a look at the caterpillar cake from above. She cooed with delight, before Harry pulled her back into his arms once more.

“Did you make a wish?” Emmy asked later on, once they were walking back over to Nott Cott, hand in hand, laden down with Harry’s gifts from his cousins.

“Maybe, maybe not,” he said, throwing her a grin. “I’m not telling you if I did.”

She pouted. “Not even after everything I’ve done for you today?”

“What have I got to wish for?” he mused, his blue eyes feasting on her face. “I’ve got everything I ever wanted right here now.”

Emmy’s insides melted. “I love you so much.”

He broke into a smile. “I love you too,” he said. “I always will, you know that.”

And that had been his wish – for Emmy to always love him back, for Emmy to never get bored of this perfect little family life they had, for her to never realise everything she’d missed out on, for her to stand by his side until the end of their days. 

That had been the wish he had chosen. It was a tough choice between that one, and wishing that his father and grandparents could just leave him and Emmy alone. He just wanted to be able to live his life with the woman he loved. 

And he wanted her to never stop loving him back. 

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Demi De Santis || SPN

Name: + Demi De Santis Full Name: + Demetria Elvira Valeria Bonaventura De Santis Nickname(s): + Demi || Everyone, and it’s what she prefers

+ Demetria || Only Cas + DeeDee || Her family + Booberella || Charlie Age: + 27 Birthday: + May 25th Zodiac: + Gemini Birthplace: + Cicero, Illinois

Occupation: + Hunter

+ Bartender || It’s your best bet if you’re after secrets Appearance: + D E M I || 120 lbs. 5’4’’ || Dark brown hair, chocolate eyes Species: + Seer || Her family has a long history of having various abilities Powers (If any): + Telepathy || She can read minds, but hates it + Foresight || She has visions, flashes or dreams of things that are going to happen + Mental Manipulation || She can change people’s moods and thoughts Weaknesses: + Her abilities || She is not 100% in control of them + Vulnerability || While she is capable of reading and manipulate others minds, she cannot block others out from doing the same

+ Possession || She has a deep fear of being possessed

Family: + Mother Tullia and father Quentin|| Both alive, her father was a hunter, but has passed the torch on to Demi.

+ Older brother Damian and older sister Catalina (Cat) || Both alive, trained hunters, but not active unless absolutely necessary. Personality: + Chill and optimistic most of the time. Can be a bit of a drama queen if she’s upset.

+ Has resting bitch face, so is often mistaken for being mad or moody.

+ She is very opinionated and strong, can be a bitch when called for. She tries not to be one otherwise, it’s just that she “hears” so much negativity every day it’s hard to not be at least a little bit misanthropic.

+ With her friends she’s completely different. She lets more loose and she can get quite silly. She has a bit of an explosive personality, which can be both good and bad. Sexuality: Pansexual Likes: + Cities || She grew up in a suburb, so she loves getting lost in cities, blending in

+ Traveling || It’s not like she has much of a choice, but she still enjoys it

+ Silly love songs || She has a very diverse taste in music, but they’re her guilty pleasure

+ Music || Not only because music is awesome, but it also helps quiet down all the voices Dislikes: + Feeling restless || She needs to take life a little bit slower, she is a bit fidgety

+ Demons, man… || They just give her the chills

+ Vampires || Effing douchebags, the lot of them

+ Sleeping in her car || It gets old really fast Quirks/Habits:

+ Picking at her nails || When she’s restless + Twirling a strand of hair, a necklace, a hair tie, whatever around her finger || When she’s bored + Avoiding eye-contact|| She feels uncomfortable with looking people in the eye. Window to the soul and all that…

+ She names all her aliases after characters from her favorite books.

Biography: + In the Bonaventura family it’s a long-standing tradition that every generation has at least one hunter. All three of the siblings has been trained to become just that, but at 18 they are given the choice. Stay or leave. They don’t actively hunt until then. Demi is very proud, almost stoic, and knew from a young age that she would follow in her father’s footsteps. She never felt cut out for a nine to five office job. + She hunted with her father for the first five years or so, then she started to work cases on her own. Her siblings don’t actively hunt, but they help her out sometimes. It was on one of her journey alone that Demi bumped into Sam and Dean, because they were hunting the same thing. She joined them in a couple of cases after that, and remain in contact with them. She’s especially close with Sam, as they have the same approach to hunting; do the research. Demi considers Sam almost as much of a brother to her as her own brother is.

+ Her specialty knowledge-wise are all kinds of ghosts, poltergeists, spectres, etc. She doesn’t shy away from other monsters, but she feels like she helps in more than one way by helping restless souls pass over.

+ Nowadays she teams up with Charlie Bradbury a lot, she’s the closest thing she’s had to a partner on the job. They’re very close friends, they have the same interests outside of hunting, and they share a certain sense of humor that’s probably only funny to the two of them. Can your character fight?:  + Yes. She knows hand to hand combat and how to use several weapons. Her go-to weapons are her father’s silver daggers, which was given to her as a rite of passage. She also uses guns, she’s a good shot. Extra information: + She’s a smart-mouth, but she can back it up.

+ She’s quite a geek, but exactly like her close friend Charlie, she is proud of it. Sisters in both arms and geekery.

+ She studies languages on her downtime. She finds it useful when she’s undercover. + In addition to English, she also speaks Italian, Spanish (grew up tri-lingual), Russian, Greek, Latin and Sindarin. But she doesn’t exactly flaunt that last one. ;p She’s currently learning Scandinavian languages.

+ She has several small tattoos in various places on her body. They’re all very subtle, you have to know where to look. + She is girly, but those looks deceive. She looks innocent enough, but she’s tougher and stronger than she looks. Favorite Music Styles: + She loves music, and her favorite bands and musicians are from vary different genres. Clothing Styles: + Casual || 

+ Formal || 

Instruments: + Piano, but she mainly sings. And writes songs. Secretly, when no one is listening. It’s like a therapeutical, spiritual thing for her, because she gets to focus on one thing only. Tattoos?: + Like mentioned earlier, there are a few, but they’re all pretty small. They’re mostly abstract designs, except for one along the arch of her left foot, which says “

[+ Not a tattoo, and she isn’t aware of it yet, but she has an Enochian protection sigil on the back of her right shoulder. | This one depends on the plot.] Piercings?: + Several earlobe piercings, along with a heart-shaped daith piercing in her left ear. Scars?: + Quite a few, but her skin heals well and she’s so pale they’re barely visible. Theme song(s):

+ That’s What You Get https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EOJgagK9P5U Paramore + Out Tonight https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AB0WKJXax1s from Rent

+ Fight Like A Girl https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mpd9AZ6twC8 Emilie Autumn

+ Rock N Roll Thugs https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZBhsqn6mUSc Icon For Hire

+ Daughters Of Darkness https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3XQ1FB3Rz0g Halestorm (a joke between her and Charlie)

Quotes: + "Oh, God… Why are all monsters sloppy eaters?” || At a particularly nasty crime scene

+ “Those coordinates lead to an abandoned warehouse in the middle of nowhere…quelle surprise!” || About a demon’s rather blatantly obvious “hiding place”

+ “Oh trust me, Deanie, I can mix a drink so mean your ancestors would feel it!” || About not underestimating her skills as a bartender, even if it’s just a cover-job

+ “Actual hell, actually.” || Whenever someone uses the expression “What the actual hell…”

+ “In bocca al lupo!” || “Good luck” or “break a leg” in Italian