#aster drysdale x story drysdale

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Hi, Jen. It's me again. The Desperate Lives AU Anon... So, the link to the Masterlist works, but the actual Phases may have been aftected too... Could use a little bit more help, please 🥺 sorry to be a bother

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You are such a tease about Story’s husband!!! I’m loving it, it is definitely a pick me up that I needed today. I want to ask what happens when EVERYONE has the flu because that’s what’s going on in my house right now.

Oh no! I hope you get to feeling better 🖤

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Quit Touching Me

Summary: The Drysdale's are SICK

Pairings: Ransom Drysdale X Reader

Rating: yucky sickness

Warnings: Four sick kids and a sick Ransom, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 700

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Of course the first one to get sick was your germaphobe husband. You had quarantined Ransom to the bedroom while you tried to get the kids situated and off to school. Coming back home to find Ransom all curled up and snuggly on the bed, "I'm dying, Kitten," is the only thing he can get out.

"Aw, my poor little baby," your voice coos down to him. You lay down on the bed, and spend most the morning just petting along his face. Brushing his hair out of his eyesight. Even though he feels terrible he still has the most handsome face you had ever seen. With four kids, it's very rare that you get to just relish in your husband. "You gonna let mommy take good care of you."

He nods his head with his bottom lip puckered out, but then stops to peer up at you, "If you could stop with your sexy talk that would be great," you giggle at him, but continue on making sure he's comfortable.

"Come on baby. You need to sit up and take some medicine."

"Don't want to."

"Ran," your voice whines, "You're worse than the kids. Just sit up, take your medicine, and drink your water," reluctantly he obeys. Settling back down, you turn on your favorite comfort show, relaxing back to hold your sweet baby.

Not long into the episode you get a call from the school, "Mrs. Drysdale, Aster said she's not feeling too well, and Blade has a low grade fever. Story seems to be fine, but she's saying her head is hurting."

"I said," you hear the dramatic voice of your daughter, "that my head is aching. It feels like someone is stabbing me over and over. Could you just tell my mom to come and get me?"

You sigh, giving Ransom a quick kiss. His body still curled up in a ball, not even realizing you're going anywhere. Might as well just pick up all the kids. Stopping at the drugstore so you can get some more medicine just in case, water, Gatorade, soup, crackers, whatever you can think of. Thankfully you were smart enough to get some easy meals, because later it hits the entire household. "You guys stay away from Grandpa. He can't handle all this sickness."

Marta already been contacted that everyone was running fevers, including yourself. All the kids needing some extra TLC it was just easier to set up beds in yours and Ransom's bedroom. "I get to sleep in your bed right?" Story asks her dad, her eyes as big as saucers.

"I really don't care who sleeps in the bed with us," he regrets that quickly when the rest of the kids come piling in the bed with you. Two eleven-year-olds, one eight-year-old, and an almost six-year-old cramming into the bed with you.

"This really isn't that comfortable."

"Well no one said you had to get in here with me."

"Can I not just go get in my own bed."

"I really don't feel good."

"Would all of you just shut up?"

"Quit touching me."

"I wasn't touching you, you were touching me."

"I see my life flashing right before my very eyes. Do you see it Blade? There it goes."

You flop down on the bed somewhere, making it an even tighter fit, while all these kids are arguing about touching or feeling bad, "Would everyone please just stop?" you start to shout, stopping only because you start to cough. "If you're uncomfortable, you're more than welcome to sleep on the palettes I made. If you want to go to your room, nobody is telling you not to. But for the love of my sanity, just hush."

"Mommy?" Story asks, followed by groans from everyone. "Can we watch the Princess Bride?"

"Ran, start her movie," with his eyes closed he grabs for the remote, clicking on the TV and starting Story's favorite movie. Even though everyone had groaned, they all start to settle. "Thank you baby for making us buy the biggest bed possible."

"Don't get too used to this guys. This is only when you're sick kind of thing."

"Story, get off!" Aster whisper shouts.

"Nope, the next person who touches anyone, gets to get in the floor on their palette. There's six of us in this bed, someone is going to be touching someone.

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Plenty of Practice

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Summary:  Aster and Story finally talk

Pairings:  Aster X Story

Rating:  sadness

Warnings:  mentions of Iris’s infertility, mentions of drug and alcohol abuse, vague mentions of Dayton’s and Andy’s abuse, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.5K

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Aster walks outside to see Story sitting on a blanket and cooing down at Otto, almost starting to walk back inside.  “Az, come sit with us,” with a deep breath she walks to sit on the bench, staring down at her sister that she was convinced got everything she ever wanted.  Story scrunches up her face, and boops the little baby’s nose.  He wiggles his feet around and giggles staring up at his mother.

“What are you wanting Story book?”  Aster pats at her stomach.  She currently still isn’t showing, and she’s wondering just how far she can hold off.  Not everybody gets to have Carter Baizen step up to be their child’s father.

“I wanted to apologize.”

“Apology accepted.  Can I go?”

Story turns to look at her sister with that award winning smile.  “No, I want you to listen.  I didn’t realize how long you and I had hated each other.”

“You were just the baby sister that I didn’t want.  But I didn’t want Blade or Lucy either.”

“Az, please.  I’m sorry.  I want us to be friends, or at the very least be cordial.  We live in this house together,” Aster looks down at the little baby, almost with tears in her eyes.  “What?”

“You won’t be here long.  I’m surprised you haven’t moved into Carter’s apartment.”

“I don’t want to be in the city.  There’s too many people, and neither one of us want Otto to grow up where he can’t run freely outside.  Is that what’s bothering you?  Because I’m with Carter?” Aster quickly shakes her head no.  “I’m not really with him.  We sleep in the same bed.  He’s the father to Otto, but we’re taking things extremely slow.  We kiss.  The last time we tried...I’m not ready for that, but I don’t want anyone else but him.”

“Didn’t you just win the lottery with boyfriends then?”

“Az, I’m sorry about what I said about Mickey.  I’m sorry that I’ve always been able to get what I want by getting whiney.  I’m sorry that I took time away from you and daddy.  I’m sorry.  I didn’t know I was doing those things.  I had someone call me out on my part in my life, and I sucked.  I was a baby who felt like I deserved the world, because I was the Princess of Boston.  I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry that I blamed you for my own jealousy.  I know you didn’t ask to be sickly.  I didn’t realize that while you were doing breathing treatments I was able to do whatever I wanted.  I didn’t realize the struggles that you went through, just like you didn’t see mine.  I tried to be perfect, and you just always were,” Story sighs and looks down at Otto.  “You were.  People always immediately fell in love with you.”

“That’s not being perfect, that’s being charming.  You have this hardness about you, that I love.  You’re not afraid to tell people what needs to be done, me I’m a follower.  You have goals, and you’ve met them.  Daddy talks all the time about how proud he is of you, even Walt.  Walt just thinks I’m vapid, and just like our father.  But you’re the one that’s just like daddy.  Smart, driven, doesn’t take crap from anyone, passionate, you like sex and don’t care what people think of that.  You’re sure of yourself, assertive, you don’t have to be girly, but you’re so sexy.”

“Well some of us weren’t gifted with great boobs.  I just got the great legs,” Story and Aster both laugh, finally coming to realize they both misunderstood their sister.

“Does Iris know?” 

“Know what?”

“About the baby?” Aster turns and looks away leaning back, and trying to think of a way to change the subject.  “I know you like to party, but my partying was much different.  You preferred alcohol, I preferred cocaine.  But you stopped drinking.  Even when you didn’t party you had a glass of wine a day.  Does Iris know you’re pregnant?” she shakes her head no, starting to cry.  “Is it Mickey’s?”

“Pretty sure, yeah.  He’s the only idiot I was having unprotected sex with.  God, I’m so stupid.  I thought to myself about how stupid you were, and then I found out about yours and Dayton’s relationship, and I’m the stupid one.  Mickey wasn’t forcing me, he didn’t make me get off birth control, I just forgot an appointment.”

“Come here,” Aster sits on the blanket with Story, and she wraps her arms around her big sister.  “You’re not stupid, you were careless, but you obviously wanted this baby.”

“I couldn’t get pregnant with Scott, and I thought I was the failure.  And here she is, and I want her so bad.”

“She?” Story gives her the biggest smile through her tears, placing her hand on her belly.  “There she is.  Azzie, you’re having a girl?”

“Yeah, she’s already so perfect, and I've never wanted anything more.  Like, already see myself holding this little fluffy baby.  No pink though,” Story’s face falls, “Unless it’s the lightest of pinks that almost looks white.  I haven’t even told Mickey, haven’t even spoke to him at all, and I don’t even care.  But then, I’m being selfish, because he gave her to me.  Because of him I have my little Eliana.”

“Aster Sapphire, I can’t with you.  Eliana?  Oh, I love her already.  Why haven’t you told everybody else?”

“I don’t know, shame, I guess.  I’m supposed to be the head strong daughter.  The one in control, the one with a plan.  When has my plan ever panned out?” 

Story tilts her head looking at Aster, her hand still over the barely there bump.  “First off, you’re gonna start eating more, and quit hiding this precious baby.  Secondly, if you’re not doing any prenatal care, I’ll kick you butt.  Thirdly, when has any of our plans panned out, not even mom or dad’s.  Do you think any of us wanted our journey to be the way it was.  Look at our parents.  Iris wants another baby, and can’t.  Blade has never recovered from his one and only girlfriend, so he uses women for sex.  I didn’t want a child by another man.  I wanted Carter to be all my babies’ dad.  Lucy, do you think she wanted to be born so young and be closer to the age of her niece than her own sister?  Life isn’t always beautiful; there’s heartbreak, there’s trials, there’s some of the most immense pain that we can ever have, but there’s beauty in that journey.”

“You sound like Dr. Banner and Joshua,” Aster stifles out a laugh.

“You would know all about how Joshua talks,” Story gives her a small elbow.  “What I mean, is our plans are always going to be derailed.  But you want this baby.  You want Miss Eliana.  My god, she’s gonna be perfect.  Imagine the two sisters that got along the least amount, have kids that are going to grow up as best friends.  What’s her middle name?”

“Rune, it means secret.  But she’s going to be my beautiful secret.”

“I’m sure our mom knows.  She knew about Iris and me, both times.”

Aster looks down at the little baby boy that gives a whimper, and Story hoists him up to start nursing.  Her eyes looking at him so fondly.  Story’s fingers petting over her beautiful boy’s face.  “You regret it?  The first time, I mean.”

“Some days.  I would have had a different journey.  What married before I was eighteen?  A child that was four.  They would have been Carter’s, but I would still be that little whiney girl, that pouted to get what she wanted.  Carter wouldn’t have helped that because he was always buying me gifts.  I wouldn’t have Otto.  It was ugly to get him, but look at him, he’s perfect.  I don’t care who he comes from.  He’s mine.  My baby, the only thing I truly love from my time with Dayton.  Aster, the love you’ll feel when that baby is born, is something you can never prepare yourself for.  It makes everything that ever happened to get you to that moment worth it.  Hearing that Andy was Dayton’s son, it scared me.  It hurt, because of the pain he gave mom and dad, but then seeing Pops, and all he wanted was to hold his great nephew.  I hope he takes after Ari and Frank.  They’re so good.”

“I love Airy,” Aster laughs through her tears, and gives her little sister a kiss to her temple.  Wishing that all these years that they spent hating each other, they could have saw each other from the others’ prospective.  “Otto is going to be a handful and the sweetest, because that’s all we’ll allow him to be.  And he’s going to be my Ellie’s bestie,” she takes a deep inhale, and looks at her beautiful sister, always envious of the way she looked, only to find out she was envious of her looks.  “Will you sit with me at family dinner when I tell everyone?”

“It’d be my honor, Azzie.”

“I’m gonna have to try and change his diapers now.  I’ve never done the baby thing.  That was always Iris’s deal.”

“Well,” Story pats around Otto’s bum, and giggles, “It was just gas.  He’s a gassy boy.  I’ll make sure you get plenty of practice.”

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Lock and Key

Summary:  Aster thinks Story’s life is perfect

Pairings:  Aster Drysdale X Story Drysdale

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  mentions of Story’s abuse, mentions of Story’s time with Charles, mentions of Dayton with Story, Aster and Story fighting, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.6K

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Story’s hand rubs over her bump while she takes a bite of a strawberry.  She was craving a strawberry milkshake, but Dayton, he said they were full of things that could harm their son.  So now she just eats the stupid strawberry that does nothing to quench her craving.

Aster walks in seeing her sister looking a bit miserable.  “What’s wrong?”

“I want a strawberry milkshake.”

“Go get one,” annoyed Aster opens up the fridge, seeing that bottle of wine, and she wants it so bad.  That positive pregnancy test was not what she was hoping, instead she pulls out the almond milk to pour her a glass.  “Why are you still here?”

“Why have you always been such a bitch to me?”

“I haven’t been.”

“Yes, yes you have.  Always...you always took what I wanted.”

Aster doesn’t respond only slowly drinks the glass before adding it to the dishwasher.  “This is a Carter thing.  I didn’t take him, you were a child.  I didn’t want him.  And you’re the one that took daddy’s attention.  Always in his lap and holding onto him.  He doted on you, and you took mom’s attention because she was scared you were going to break.  You took Iris’s attention because she needed to mother someone.  You took Blade’s attention because he had someone smaller than him.  You fucking took my best friend’s attention when you were a baby and all he saw was this perfect little baby that he had to ‘protect’.  You took Story, not me.”

Story wipes at the tears slowly cascading down her face.  Picking up a strawberry she throws it hard at Aster, “Really?  That’s what you’re resulting in?”

“I didn’t ask to be born premature and sickly.”

“Yeah, on my first day of school.  I didn’t see my parents for over a week, because they had to be with their itty bitty baby.  I couldn’t even hold you.  And now, you’re getting exactly what you wanted.  A rich boyfriend knocked you up, you’re going to move into your big house.  You get all this attention that you so desperately need.  Plastered all over these magazines, looking perfect as always.  Everyone’s talking about you now.  Isn’t that what you always wanted?  Your perfect life keeps getting more perfect.”

Story scoffs at her, “You think my life is perfect?  Having to sit and watch you play, while I had to breathing treatments?  Feeling like you live in a fishbowl, and not even wanting to leave the house because there’s someone that’s going to take your picture and ask what it’s like to be carrying Dayton White’s child. And do you think it was easy to watch you lead Carter on knowing you didn’t care about him, but I did.  He was my everything.”

“You were a child!”

“I love him!  You were older, so you thought you could take.  You would hold his hand and smile at me, Az because you know how I felt.  You went to prom with him, while I cried in my room all night long, and you left him.  He got drunk and passed out by Harry the Hippo,” she shakes her head no, starting to walk away.  “You’re gonna listen.  He did, I saw him the next morning.  He told me what you did.  I would have never done that to him.  And for Chase Collins.”

“I heard all about you and him, so don’t act like you didn’t choose him either.”

“I hated you.  I love Carter, and everything that happened with him, I regret nothing.  But yeah, I fucked Chase, and Nate, and Chuck.  But it was to prove that I was better than you.  I kept going back to Chase because he praised how much better I was than you.  But know this, Chuck and Chase raped me.  Put it on video.  Perfect life?” Story licks her lips chuckling darkly at her sister.  “My parents had to watch that.  Mom sat and watched it with Curtis to see if they could identify anyone.  Do you know how humiliating that is to know?  Knowing that my dad would do anything for me, but he couldn’t do that? I hated you, so I took all of them, but all I ever wanted was him.  But because of what you did, he thought he wasn’t good enough for me.”

“What I did?” Aster slams her hand down on the counter.  “Please tell me what I did.”

“You made him feel inferior.  His mom got in his head about how you left him because he wasn’t any good at sex.”

“I left him because I didn’t fucking care about him like that!  I never did!  Why won’t you or anyone else understand that?  We had sex one time.  I hated it.  I went to prom with him to make Chase jealous.  You put it in your head about how Carter was perfect, you don’t even know what love is.  You moved on so quickly when you got home from rehab.  Didn’t take you long to get knocked up,” Story’s hand slaps across Aster’s face before she realizes what she did.

“I didn’t ask to get pregnant!”

“What?”

“He...Dayton...I don’t want to talk about this with you,” Aster grabs Story’s arm as she tries to walk away.  “Let me go.”

“What did he do?”

“Like you care.  Let me go, I’m going to someone who cares.  Let.  Me.  Go,” Aster drops her hand from Story, her voice starting to change, because while Story might have been spoiled, she clearly didn’t see all the heartbreak that Story did go through.

“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry,” Story turns to look at her, but she cant’ look into her eyes.  “I didn’t know he was dating you.  He told me he loved you.”

“When?” Aster looks down at the floor quickly.  “When?!”

“I went to his apartment.  He wouldn’t let me in.  I went...I walked in on Scott with another woman, and I knew Carter would be there and it’d be easy.  He wasn’t.  I tried, but I didn’t know he was dating you, and...” Story’s lip trembles, and her hand goes to tap at the chest where her rose once set.  “Nothing happened.  He wouldn’t let me in the door.  Told me he fell in love and that I was pathetic.”

“You’ve always used him.  Az, you want to act like I had everything?  You manipulated the one person I have ever loved over and over again.”

“You were a child.”

“So was Iris and James.  The only difference was the age gap.  Did you even talk to Carter about what it was like for him at his house?” Aster whispers out a no, shaking her head.  “Do you even care about anyone but yourself?  Everyone tells me I’m spoiled, but you don’t even care if you hurt people, as long as you get something out of it.  I wanted to be close to you so much.  Iris was a second mother, but you were the cool older sister.  But I hated you because of what you did to him, and what you did to me.  And you still think my life is perfect.  Why don’t you ask CC for a copy of that tape, and see what they did to me.  Better yet, look at the pictures of my body when they arrested Charles.  All I ever wanted was Carter.  To you, it was a childhood fantasy, to me it was everything, he is my everything and for eight months, I was his.  But you know what?  You didn’t care, you had to have known when you saw my rose missing, or saw that tennis bracelet, you knew it was Carter.  Admit that’s why you went to his apartment.”

“I didn’t.”

“You did know! You saw us, at the farmer’s market.  Quit lying!  Carter pulled me behind him, because he saw you looking at us.  And I saw you going through my phone.  Admit you tried to get with him just to prove it was sex between me and Carter.”

“Story I’m sorry.”

“Go fucking party with your loser boyfriend.  I’m leaving.  And don’t you dare tell me that I’m spoiled.  You were the brat that went after what you knew was mine, just to prove you could.  Backfired on you, huh?  You’re just jealous that I had someone who actually loved me, unlike the cold bitch that you are.  Lighten up, you might find someone who wants more than your pussy,” Story grabs up her purse and keys and begins the drive to Carter’s.  Her hand resting on her belly as she tries to talk to Otto.  

“I know baby.  Your aunt Azzie, she’s a lot like my daddy.  Confusing sex and love.  I don’t hate her anymore, but I needed to say all that.  Mommy’s okay.  We’re going to go see Carter, and you can kick at his hand for the rest of the evening.”

Aster paces around in the kitchen.  She knows she screwed up with Story.  Clearly the two of them had a lot of pent up aggravation concerning the other.  She tried to be there for Story, and she screwed up because of jealousy.  She knew Story was about to tell her something about Dayton, but withheld it.  She has an idea about what it could be.

Picking up her phone, she clicks at it a few times, before dialing that familiar number, “You mind if I come over?”

“Azzie?  What’s wrong baby?”

“I screwed up.  Story hates me, and she’s right,” her words turn to sobs as Ari tries to comfort his niece.  “No, I think she’s in more trouble.”

“Come to the house.  Frank and Curtis have had their concerns too.  It’s time for you to let your childhood jealousy go, though.”

“I know.”

“You don’t want your sister in trouble do you?  Or hurting?  She’s been through enough.”

“I wanna see her photos from that night.”

“No you don’t.”

“I do,” Ari turns to hand the phone to Curtis, “She told me to see them.”

“Azzie, I can’t do that.”

“I need to know.  Their crime photos.  Aren’t they public records?”

“It’s an open case, and a Mr. Baizen is spending a lot of money go keep it under tight lock and key,” Carter.  It’s always Carter that protects her.  “I’ll show you photos that don’t include her face, but I won’t show you the rape kit.  Az, I think it’ll be good for you to understand all she went through, but it’s hard.  She was in that apartment for almost a year.”

“I understand.”

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Can you give us a sweet and ridiculous Ransom teaching kids how to ride a bike 🥺🥺🥺

🥺😫 Ransom just being the sweetest and most ridiculous father has my whole heart. He loved being hands on with all the kids, for everything...well almost everything. And we know his kids get a lot of his dramatics, and even stubbornness from him. So we're going to break this up into five parts.

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Let Them Go

Summary:  Ransom teaches his babies to ride their bikes

Pairings:  The Drysdale’s

Rating:   🥺🥺🥺

Warnings:  cuteness overload, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2.5K

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“Daddy, you won’t let me fall?” Iris looks up at Ransom with her sweet blue green eyes, and back down to her bike with no training wheels.  “I don’t want to fall.”

“Ris, it’s okay,” James gives her handlebars a quick tap, and looks back to Ransom.  “I’ll fall on the ground first, if you think she’s going to fall.”

“She won’t fall, James,” Ransom groans, rolling his eyes.  “Angel, do you think daddy would let you get hurt?” She shakes her head no, putting her feet on the pedals.  “James, stay there.  You’re only going to distract her.  Come on,” he starts out at a steady walk with her, picking up a bit more speed.  “It’s the same thing as with the training wheels.”

“This is easy,” she giggles.  Wanting to go a bit faster, she pedals with more vigor.  “You can let go now, daddy,” he gives a quick look back at you, refusing to take his hands off the bars.  “Daddy, let me go.  I got this.”

He drops his hands, having tears in his eyes as she pedals around a bit more.  Yelling out in joy.  “Kitten!” His hands point over at Iris.  “She was…and then…I had to let her go,” with Blade on your hip you walk over to him, to kiss on his cheek.  “Make her come back to me.  She’s pedaling around with that bonehead.”

“Ran, go help Azzie.”

He looks back at his usually confident daughter who was biting her nails.  Watching her sister, shaking her head, “No.  I won’t do it.”

“You don’t have to,” your husband says, and gets a quick slap to his stomach.  “What?”

“You have a son you’ll have to do this with, and this dramatic girl,” you rub along your belly, reminding him of yet another child on the way.  

“But they’re my babies, and Iris.  Iris!  Baby are you okay?” He runs over to Iris who had crashed into a hedge, but James was already helping her up, even dusting off her shorts, “Kitten!”

“Ransom, you're freaking Azzie out.  Help her.”

“My baby, daddy.  Dis my baby,” Blade rubs on your stomach with you, and Ransom gives the both of you a kiss before running towards Aster who pushes his hands off her bike.

“She fell.”

“I know, little star, but…”

“She fell all the way on the ground, and you…you weren’t even watching her properly, and you want me to ride a bike. No.  I won’t do it.  I won’t,” when he looks back at you, you wave your hand, encouraging him to try.  “Daddy, you let her go.”

“She asked me to.  Trust me, I didn’t want to.”

“Will it hurt?  If I fall?”

“It may.”

“Will you pick me up if I fall?” Ransom nods his head smiling, grabbing her handlebars.  “If I fall do I have to try again?”

“Yes, baby, you need to keep trying.

“Daddy, I’m scared.”

“I’ve always got your back, Azzie.  Daddy will always be here for you, no matter what.  No matter how big you get.  Even if you don’t live with me, daddy will always have your back.  I am your biggest fan.  And you,” He points over at Carter, “Do not move.  Let her get going on her own.”

“Yes, Mr. Drysdale,” he says, putting his kickstand down.  Lydia and Gregory didn’t want Carter to get dirty, or break a bone, so they refused to buy a bike, Ransom got him one anyways.  Even taught him how to ride.  “Mr. Drysdale, I just want to tell Azzie, she’s got this.”

Just like before Ransom pushes her along.  Starting to jog when Aster reaches her hands around his neck and picks her feet up off the bike.  Swinging her body on him, “Daddy, I’m not ready.  Please, don’t make me.  I don’t want to get hurt,” her legs wrap around Ransom’s waist, and she looks up at him pouting, “I just don’t wanna do this.”

“Why, sweetheart?”

“Because…I won’t need you anymore,” she wraps her hands around him tightly, shaking her head.  “Don’t make me.”

“I won’t if you really don’t want me to.  If you really don’t want to learn, it’s not that big of a deal, but I hope you know that this won’t be the last time you need me.”

“Daddy, I’m scared,” he could hear the crack in her voice, and starts walking away with her still attached to him.  “You won’t make me?”

“Azzie, you tell me you don’t want to do anything, and you won’t have to.  Same with anyone else.  You get to decide what you’re going to do.”

“So in school?”

“That’s different.  You don’t have to learn to ride a bike.  Although, I think you’d have fun.  But if you really don’t want to.”

“But won’t I get hurt?”

“Az, if I could protect you from everything that was going to hurt you both physically and here,” he gives a tap over her heart.  “I would.  Daddy doesn’t want you to ever hurt, but hurt is also what helps you grow and learn.  Don’t be afraid of getting hurt.”

“If I don’t want you to let me go you won’t?”

“Never.  I want to hold onto you forever.”

“Maybe another time then.  Can I get on my scooter instead?” He nods his head, and Aster gives him a kiss to his nose that scrunches up.  Running off to get her scooter, and Aster Drysdale never learned to ride a bike.

——

“Alright, Bladey, you ready?”

“No,” Ransom laughs, shaking his head.  “I don’t…don’t, don’t like this.  Mom…mom, mommy?”

“Eh,” he warns him, tapping on his new custom Buzz Lightyear bike.  “Remember what the deal was to get this?”

“Take…take, take it back.  I don’t…don’t, don’t want it.”

“Buddy, look.  Look right here at daddy,” Blade turns his face to squint up at Ransom.  “Would I ever let you get hurt on purpose?”

“Yes.”

“Blade!  No, I wouldn’t.  I laugh when everybody trips, even your mom, once I know you guys are okay.  But I’m not going to push you down the stairs, am I?” He shakes his head no, and looks out onto the driveway, shrugging.  “Buddy, you can do it, if you really want to.  And I know you do.  It’ll feel like flying.”

“You sure?”

“Not really, no, but it does feel cool.”

“Daddy!” Ransom gives him a knock on his helmet, and gives him a chuckle.  “Can…can, can I get snuggles with mom…mom, mommy if I get hurt?”

“Of course.  You ready?” Placing his feet on the pedals he nods his head, letting Ransom push him.  

“Faster!” He squeals, and Ransom sets off on a quick run.  “Let go!” As soon as he does, Blade loses balance, and falls to the ground.  Glaring back at his dad.  

“Blade, what were you doing?  You didn’t try.”

“I figured out the math to it.  I think so, but it didn’t work.”

“Blade, you’re six.  This isn’t math, this is riding a bike.  Pedal when I let go,” furrowing his brow, he determines he’s going to get it.  “Don’t think too hard, you’re going to hurt yourself.  Just go with it, okay?”

“Okay,” trying like they left off, he screams at his dad to let go, and he starts peddling.  A bit wobbly at first, but he’s able to get it. Able to go faster, and turn.  Taking off when you walk up to Ransom, handing him a toddler Story, and she reaches for his ring finger.  Wrapping her hand around it.

“Ransom…”

“Nope, I had to deal with that with Iris.  Just because he’s the baby boy, I don’t want to see any tears,” he doesn’t even look at you.  He knows you were struggling to let him go, “Come here,” he groans, pulling you into him, and wrapping his arm around your shoulders.  “He’s doing good.”

“I was hoping he would run into my arms.”

“Kitten, it doesn’t work like that.  We gotta learn when to let them go.”

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“Story, what are you doing?” Ransom asks as his daughter places a princess bunny in her basket.  “Back.  Go back and change.”

“Daddy,” she whispers, bringing him down closer to her, “Sir Lancelot is here, I must prove that I am the Princess of Boston.”

“Well, Princess Story book.  Your tiara is blocking the way for your helmet.  You are not wearing a dress to ride a bike, and I want sneakers on your feet,” she clutches at her chest gasping, “Story Rose Drysdale, go change.”

“This is not how the Princess of Boston should be treated,” she dramatically yells as she stomps up the steps to change.  “I will still wear pink, and my bunny is staying in her basket!”

Rolling his eyes, Ransom looks up at the sky, hearing you giggle behind him, and then snort.  Spinning around he sees Carter, “You take that back!”

“I thought the Princess would like a surprise when she came back, Mr. Drysdale.  And I can’t put the rose back on the bush,” blowing out a huff of air, he gestures to Carter to come forward, letting him place the white rose next to her bunny.  

Ransom, annoyed, watches his daughter come down the steps still in a dress, “I have shorts on underneath.  Grandpa said I could.  Oh!  Where did this come from?” She smiles up at Ransom after she spots the rose.  He points towards Carter, causing Story to look down at it, too embarrassed to look at him anymore.  Ransom turns back to pout at you.

“Story, I think daddy has waited long enough.  Hop on,” you walk closer to her, whispering only for her to hear, “Make sure Sir Lancelot knows that you’re worthy of that rose,” she gives you that megawatt smile, throwing a leg over her bike.

“I don’t think I wanna know.”

“Shh, it’s mine and mommy’s secret.  Let’s go daddy,” his head tilts towards you quickly.

“Ransom!”

“She’s the last,” you give him a little shrug and smirk as you walk away, and he gets a devilish grin.  He was too easy, “Alright, Princess Story book, are you ready?” She nods quickly, but screams at him.  “What?”

“Is the rose going to be okay?”

“How many roses has that bonehead given you?”

“They’re special roses daddy.  They’re my roses.  Grandpa had them planted before I was born.  They have special powers that will help protect me and guide me through my journey through the kingdom.  You know the Black Knight is out there somewhere, and must thwart him so he doesn’t interfere in taking me away from Prince Charming.”

“Your grandpa really made sure you had a colorful speech pattern.  You’ve got the rose, got the princess bunny, got your dress, are you ready?”

“Yes!  Onward King of the castle,” dramatically she leans forward to look as if she was gaining speed.  Getting comfortable too easily, and not even realizing that Ransom had already taken his hands off her bike as she rides around.  “I shall name this bike Nimue!  My gallant steed.  Daddy?” She puts a foot down, stopping abruptly, and turns back to look at him.  “Why did you let me go?”

“You and your gallant steed were speeding away without me.”

“But…you let me go, and you didn’t tell me.  I had to discover it, because I didn’t see your ring gleam in the sun rays.  That was not funny.”

“Story book,” he chides.  “You did just fine.”

“But you let me go.  You just poof, and you were gone.  Why?”

“You were determined to pull away, and you were ignoring everything I said because you were talking to yourself.”

“It was a story!”

“Yes, princess.  You need me to push you again?” Her smile beams off her face as she tries to get started again.

“Now I can go riding with Iris, James, Aster, Blade, and Carter!  Bye daddy!”

“Wait!  I didn’t…Kitten!”

“Ransom, I can’t solve everything.  You did let her go.”

——

“No,” Lucy pushes the traditional bike away, her hand still reaching for one without pedals.  “I want that one.  

“It doesn’t even make sense.  How is that supposed to work?”

“You just,” she kicks her foot like she was on a scooter, and tries to get on the bike.

“What’s daddy going to have to do?”

“Nothing.  I don’t need you to do anything for me.  I just need you to let go.  It’s time for you to let go now, don’t you think so?”

“No!” He kneels down, and pulls her hands in his.  “No, it is not time.  You are my last.  I don’t think your mom is giving me another one.”

“I’m not,” you tell him, leaning back in the sun.  “We’re about to be grandparents.  And Lucy waited long enough, didn't you baby?” She nods her head looking up at Ransom.  

“Because I didn’t want her to grow too fast.”

“Mama, can I scoot around now?”

“Yes, Luciana.  Ran, come here.  Sit down with me,” He slumps down on the front porch steps.  Leaning over on your shoulder as he pouts at Lucy, “You were the one that didn't’ want to teach her.  She showed you.”

“I wanted to savor it.”

“Baby, hopefully all our kids have babies.  And we’ll get to make memories with them as well.  We’ve had twenty-one years of raising these babies.  Enjoy that this one was easy.”

“Easy?  Lucy?  Lucifer?” You give him a quick swat to his stomach telling him to leave your baby alone, “Can we have another?”

“No.”

“But look at her, she doesn’t have any kids to play with her.  It’s not fair.”

“She’s the same age Story was when she was born.”

Throwing his head back he groans.  Remembering each time that he taught his kids to ride a back.  Could almost hear the panic in Aster’s voice, the determination in Iris’s, the intimidation in Blade’s, and even the whimsiness of Story’s.  Lucy was aloof, and marched to a beat of her own crumbs.  

“We can’t keep them babies forever.”

“Why?” He demands, watching Lucy scream with her laughs.  “I want them to be.”

“I didn’t enjoy the diapers.”

“Our baby is…I can’t even say it, Kitten.”

“Then don’t,” you give him a soft kiss, and turn back to look at Lucy.  “We had to let them go at some point, daddy.”

“Well, I don’t like it.  I want them all Lucy’s age right now.”

“I know you do, baby.  I would do it, if I could.  But instead, kiss me, and let’s watch our fifth.  The one that is all Drysdale.”

“Shh, let's not talk about her getting older, and enjoy it, okay?”

“Okay,” you let him lay on your chest, and scratch the back of his head.  “I love our life, Ran.”

“I love our family, Kitten.”

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While we know Ran is a hornball and Kitten is one damn patient woman, is it okay to request a drabble of them just being a ball full of fluff? Like couple fluff, with or without children 😂 just the rare sightings of our og babies not jumping on the bed 😳

Oh this sweet couple. I mean, Ran is almost always horny when it comes to his Kitten. He just wants to make it purr. But he also has some of the sweetest moments with her, and they love and adore their family and life.

🖤🖤🖤🖤

They’re All Babies

Summary: Ransom is thankful

Pairings: Ransom X reader

Rating: 🥺🥺

Warnings: none, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 950

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There isn’t too much you have to complain about your life. Especially once everyone is settled in bed. Ransom only barely returning after doing his final rounds to make sure everyone was snug and sleeping. Watching you brush your teeth to get ready for bed.

His large frame stands behind you, with just the most gentle of touches to your hips, and even more tender kisses on your exposed skin. There’s nothing sexual about this moment, it’s pure love and respect to you.

He knows that you had struggled a bit after Story, but three years later, and he saw the woman he was madly in love with completely back. Present in every aspect of your lives, and he usually wasn’t too far behind, just admiring every little thing you did.

Ransom had been strong and patient. Had been your rock and stepped up immensely. In some cases, became both the mother and the father, when you struggled to check back in. But you made it. Made it by yourself, but most importantly, as a couple.

Turning on some soft music, he turns you around just so he could dance with you. While his hands hold you with the softest touch, he has you pressed tightly against his body. Swaying the both of your bodies to the music, and his typical sinful mouth peppers delicate open mouth kisses on your skin.

“I never tell you enough, but I’m so thankful for you. So in love with you. Seven years isn’t enough,” you tilt your head to the side giving him better access, giggling a bit when his beard tickles your skin. “I’m serious, Kitten. I couldn’t do this without you.”

“And I couldn’t have done this without you,” Ransom finally leans back to peer down at you. Your eyes shining brightly up at him. “You’ve been my rock. The thing I never knew I wanted.”

“The thing, really?”

“You know what I mean. I couldn’t have asked for a better husband.”

“Yeah, you could. You deserve more than I can give you.”

“Lies,” you speak loudly, giving him your own soft kiss to his pouty face. “We’ve had our ups and downs from the beginning. But I love our journey to here. We’re both so thankful for each other, but also for this life we’re building. I wouldn’t change a thing, if I couldn’t have this life I have right now, Ran. You were worth all the tears, all the fighting, and growing. You were worth it all. And I know we love each other, because we fought to be here.”

The two of you have a moment of gazing into each other’s eyes. Memories of your life leading up to this moment flashing in your brain. There had been a lot of heartache, but more love, fun, laughter, love, and life. And he was worth every bit of it.

“You are my reason,” you wipe a stray tear off his cheek. Standing on your tippy toes to get give him a kiss on his damp skin. “Oh, baby, I didn’t want you to cry.”

“Yes, you did. You have your ways to make me feel whatever you want me to,” you lean forward, resting your head on his chest, “It only beats for you.”

“Don’t be cheesy, Ran.”

“Daddy.”

His hand drops off your hip, to rustle Story’s hair a bit. Pulling her closer to him, but she’s only worried about wrapping her hand around his ring finger. “Daddy, my bed is cold.”

“You can sleep with me and mama, Princess,” his hand coasts down your skin slowly, before bending over to pick up Story throwing her in the air with a melodic round of giggles. “I was about ready to tuck mama into bed anyways.”

Story lays in between the two of you, before crawling on Ransom’s belly. Pulling at the arm furthest from you, “Daddy, hold me,” her little head snuggling in tight to him, and you can’t help but beam at the sweet little interaction.

“Mama, I had…had, had a bad dream,” your baby boy walks clumsily into the bedroom. Crawling onto you, sniffling.

“Bladey, you’re okay. Mama is right here.”

“Kitten, we’ve got the world’s biggest daddy’s girl and mama’s boy.”

“Shh, they don’t stay this little forever look at Aster and Iris,” hearing that door creak open one more time, you see your oldest babies peaking their head through the door. “Is everything okay?”

“The pipes are making that creepy sound again, and I can’t sleep.”

“It’s hot upstairs,” Aster adds in. Jutting out their lower lips before you pat on the space in between you and Ransom. They don’t sleep in here too often, so when they do, it’s a big event.

“Madam,” Story clears her throat, twisting her head to look at you, “We all here. Can we watch a mobie?”

“I wanna watch a…a, a movie,” Blade agrees, his sweet self looking up at you, “It’ll help me for…forget, forget the nightmares.”

“Kitten,” Ransom smiles over at you, “They’re only this little once. I could do with a bedtime movie night with my reasons.”

Nodding your head, the two of you lean towards the other, just a quick kiss, while your oldest three gag a bit, Story smiles up at you, “I’ll have my own prince one day.”

“Let’s hope that day never comes.”

“Daddy! The Princess of Boston has to have a Prince.”

“I’m marrying mama.”

“Iris is marrying James.”

“Aster is never getting married.”

Ransom has to shake his head, still trying to be positive, but sighs, “I don’t like this.”

“Oh, don’t be ridiculous. They’re all babies.”

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Harlan passing away so peacefully has me in all the feels 😢 do my eyes deceive me or is there another little one - Lucy Drysdale?? 👀

Harlan deserved a quiet and peaceful passing. Around the people he loved the most too! It's also why Story took it so hard. Out of ALL of the grandchildren, she was closest to Harlan. Harlan fed her imagination. You found an Easter egg. Listen that was going to go up for December 5th for the 12 Days of Christmas....but I like leaving little hints now and then. Do you realize how hard it is to include a child that hasn't even been introduced yet?  I did have some other clues that there was a fifth.  At the Christmas party when Story got the necklace from Carter, Ransom’s hand was resting on Kitten’s belly.  Every time Kitten was going to the school she was taking Lucy.  There are a few others...but I’ll let you see if you can spot them.

5 Drysdale Kids

Summary:  Merry Christmas Ransom Drysdale

Pairings:  Ransom Drysdale X Reader

Rating:  FLUFF

Warnings:  Mentions of pregnancy, mild language, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  787

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Taking a deep breath you hand the little box to your husband.  He gives you an odd look before pushing it back into your hands.  “It’s not Christmas yet.”

“Just open it.  I promise you’ll love it,” you beam up at him.  He stands there just holding the box before he starts unwrapping the paper.  His eyes stay only on you, narrowing his vision as he tries to decipher what it is that you got him.  Finishing pulling off the paper he continues to watch you, unsure of what gift you could have given him.  “Look at it when you open it, baby.”

Ransom slowly pulls the lid off, still not turning his eyes away from you, and you can’t help but laugh and shake your head.  Once it’s open he looks down to see the positive pregnancy test.  Smiling through his tears he looks back up at you, “This better be yours and not our daughters.”

“Ransom Drysdale they’re thirteen!”

He bites his lip, and let’s those tears finally fall down, “It’s yours?” you nod yes with the biggest smile.  “We’re having our fifth?”

“We’re having our fifth, baby,” he picks you up, and starts bouncing with you in his arms.  Stopping as soon as he starts, to press a hand against your belly.  

“I’m sorry my little nugget,” his dark blue eyes just wander around your face, “How long?”

“Well, I wasn’t sure.  Not that we’ve been careful.  I went to the doctor,” his face falls as he glares at you.  You knew he’d be pissed, but you wanted to make sure you were pregnant so he wouldn’t get upset.  “Twelve weeks.”

“I knew you were looking different.  These pretty tits of yours were looking real full.”

“Shut up.”

“We’re having a baby,” you nod your head, bringing his mouth closer to yours, before giving him the sweetest kiss.  “We’re having a baby!”

“Shh...we gotta tell the kids.”

“Tonight, I don’t wanna wait.”

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Ransom almost cannot contain his excitement.  His body bubbles over with excitement while all of your babies sit on the couch in front of you.  Story’s hand holds onto Blade’s and she leans over on him, and your little man gives a hard blink behind his glasses before pushing them up his nose.  “I’m nervous.”

“Bladey, there’s nothing wrong,” you say soothingly.  Your hand resting on Ransom’s lap, but your sweet baby isn’t convinced.

“Then tell us.  Dad, why are you so...happy?” Ransom tries to turn his face down as he looks at his mini me.  “Go on.”

“Your mom and I have some very important news, well happy news.  The best news.”

“We’re buying a real castle?” Story asks piping up from Blade’s shoulder, but it goes back down when Ransom shakes his head no.

“We’re going to Hawaii for vacation?” Aster asks, again more shakes of no.

“I get to go to the NASA Space Camp this summer?  Well, that would just be for me,” your only boy is so cute when he talks about NASA, he’ll get to go, and you as a family will be staying close by while he’s there.

Iris softly smiles when she notices where her dad’s hand is resting.  Her eyes glimmer with the tears.  You give her a nod, and she stands up to hug you.  “I don’t...don’t, don’t get it,” hearing the nervous stuttering in your son’s voice makes you want to shout what the news is.

“You’re getting your fifth,” Iris cries, wrapping her arms around her dad.

Aster’s head slings back on the couch, Blade gives you a big smile, but Story pouts, “I won’t be the baby anymore?  This is horse shit.”

“Story Rose Drysdale!” you try not to laugh, letting her know that, that kind of talk is not prohibited.

“Story book, you’re always going to be my itty bitty baby, okay?” Ransom’s hand reaches out to Story who skips to her dad’s lap.  You can see the wheels turning in Aster’s head, and you’re almost concerned with what she’s going to say.

“This happened when you went on that weekend getaway!” she shouts her eyes squinting at you.  “I told you two to practice safe sex.  You lied.”

“Angel, you know I’ve been begging for my fifth for awhile.”

“I just don’t know what to do with you two.  Jumping on the bed with every chance you get.  Are you happy?” turning to look at your husband, you bring his face to look at you.  The pure joy in his eyes lets you know that without a doubt you made the right choice.  Still looking at one another you both nod.  “Well, okay.  This is the last one right?”

“Maybe.”

“Ransom Drysdale!  You’re getting fixed, this is it, baby.”

“But...”

“NO!” you all shout at him.

“Fine, fine.  I’m settling at five,” he gives you another kiss, while Story plays with his wedding ring.  “I love you Kitten.”

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I don’t even wanna know.. but like.. what happened to harlan🥺🥺

BOY!! You're really trying to break my heart! So, Harlan did pass of old age...

Tell Me A Story

Summary: Goodbye Harlan Thrombey

Pairings: The Drysdale's

Rating: Complete and utter sadness

Warnings: Death of a major character, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  780

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You knew it was coming, Harlan had been slowing down more than usual. His usual nickname of 'Ransom Blade' was just Ransom. Even your husband had refused to go into work. Staying next to his bed the whole time. "Ransom, where's the little Ransom?"

"You want me to go get him?" Ransom chuckles, fiddling with a Go stone.

"I want all of them."

You give Ransom a nod, and go to get all the kids. Iris nearly refusing to go in there. She just stood still with tears in her eyes, rubbing her big round pregnant belly. "Mama, I can't."

"You need to. You'll regret it."

"It's too much. I just can't," she begs you with her eyes, her head shaking back and forward.  It’s been too much that she’s been through in less than a year, and you don’t want to push her.

"You're not a child, and I won't make you. But you need to say your goodbyes," Story holds tightly to your hand as the other kids walk in with you, except for Aster. She holds her hand out to Iris, who takes it in her own. Aster's hand presses up on the growing Posie, as she leads the two in.

Harlan just stares up at Blade. Your son, nearly grown. Taller than his dad, but the spitting image of him. "Ransom," Harlan chuckles. "you look just like your daddy, you know?" Blade laughs through his tears. "I'm so proud of you. You're going to do amazing things, but you've got to stay out of trouble. Okay?"

"Okay, grandpa."

"My feisty one," Harlan points at Aster, "So much of your dad's sass. Don't settle. You deserve the world. I remember meeting you and Iris for the first time. Such beautiful babies. I hadn't seen one in so long. Your daddy was so happy and proud. You two saved his life," he looks over at Iris, tapping the side of his bed for her to come closer, "My sweet angel," holding his hand up against her bump. "You'll see him again. Death couldn't keep that boy from you. You're going to be an amazing mom. You had the best teacher. I have always looked at you as mine. You protect that baby, like your daddy protected you."

"I love you grandpa," Iris responds through her tears.

"Kitten," he laughs looking at you. "Thank you. For my Ransom, for my grandkids. You saved all of us. You showed a broken man what love was. Gave him the life he wanted and all the kids he could ever want. Where's my little one?" she peaks her head out from behind you. "Stay you're crazy and conniving self. Ransom, son, I haven't told you enough, but I'm proud of you. Proud of the man, husband, and father you’ve become.  Keep them safe, love on them everyday, because life is too short.  My sweet little dreamer," Story never staying too far from Harlan gets his hand pressed against her cheek. "Tell me a story."

"I can't," she cries holding his hand on her cheek.

"You have to. I want your voice to be the one that puts me to sleep."

Story clears her throat, looking at her dad and then at you, "Remember those baby dragons in the wall?" he nods his head. "They had magical powers. I thought they were to harm the castle, but they weren't. They're going to protect us once the mage is gone. They've been growing, and learning. Now that they can fly, they've left their nest in the walls, and they circle the castle. You hear them?"

"I do. Story, one day he'll come," he looks at her with a sad smile. "Don't always be looking for Prince Charming. You'll have your trials and tribulations, but the one that always sticks by your side, even if it's in the dark, that's the one. In the dark of the night, he'll be your light. You believe me?"

"I do."

"Finish your story, my little dreamer," Story continues to tell her tale of the protecting dragons, adding in her embellishments, still gripping tightly to his hand when his eyes drift close. You try to pry her hand out of his, but she just holds steady.

"I love you," she whispers, giving him his final forehead kiss, before going into Ransom's arms. "I want to sleep with you tonight."

"Okay, baby. I just need a moment with mom," you grab his hand, guiding him away from everyone. You know your husband is needing his own form of comfort. His own moment to melt into a carefree life of a child, and you have no problem with helping him cope.

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Hii! These will be a huge time skip but can you write a drabble like Aster or lris's first time periods?

You can totally ignore this if you feel weird, I'm sorry😣

No, this is great! I had to do some math to figure out how old Blade and Story would be. We're going to say that Aster and Iris are 12, Blade is 9, Story is 6.

Code Red

Summary: Aster and Iris are getting older

Pairings: None

Rating: mild

Warnings: depictions of pre-teens getting their first period, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.5K

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You could see the minor changes in your daughters.  Changes that their dad and pops refused to see.  Anytime you would bring it up to them, they would try and change the subject.  Noticing the blemishes that started to line their hairline.  Ransom’s remedy was the best skincare.  The slight weight gain, their dad got them bigger clothes.  And even their changing bodies.  Ransom ignored that all together.

“Ran?” you ask, getting a quick hum from him.  His body leaning towards your side of the bed, “I had the talk with Aster and Iris.”

“What talk?”

“They’re changing,” he furrows his brow confused.  “They’re turning into little ladies.  They’re probably about to get their first period, and...”

“Why would you say that?”

“Baby, it happens.  Last I checked, you know exactly how it works.  I don’t get pregnant, I bleed.”

“Okay, but that’s you, not my daughters,” you roll your eyes whispering a ‘you’re ridiculous.’  “Those are my babies.”

“And girls get their periods.  It’s coming.  And I want them prepared.”

“I’ll let you deal with it.  And when Blade starts spending more time in the shower, I will hear nothing from you,” your head flicks over towards him.  “That’s right, kitten.  Your sweet baby boy, is going to be a disgusting pig that can’t think of anything but...”

“Hugh Ransom Drysdale!  He is a baby!”

“How do you think I feel knowing that you let Carter and James come over to the estate all the time?  Do you realize how many hidden rooms there are here?  If James takes Iris behind a tree, I’ll kill him.  And Carter fucking Baizen, you know for his birthday his parents got him a new watch.  That’s just like mine.”

“He adores you Ransom.  Leave the poor kid alone.  Of all people, you should feel empathetic towards him.  He is basically you, growing up.  Goodnight.”

“Wait a minute.  Are we not...”

“I’m on my period.”

“I don’t care,” you roll over to look at him.  “What?”

“One day, you’re going to have four women in one household all on their period.”

“Do not bring Story into this.”

“Even that tiny little...” you stop talking when those little knocks on the other side of the room happen.  “Come on Storry book,” she opens the door, crawling in between you and Ransom.

“You better be glad you weren’t in the mood,” he whispers over at you.  Story, clinging tightly to you.  Her little fingers curled around his ring finger.  Your hopeless romantic child.

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Aster was the first one.  And of course, she was a drama queen, and you were nowhere to be found.  Story was running around the estate in a panic looking for you, “Mama!  Ma-ma!” her little legs opened up every door, until she was right in front of Ransom.  “I need mama,” she pants out.  Grabbing a hold on her knees she doubles over.  This little Story book is just as dramatic as Aster.

“What’s wrong?” Ransom asks walking closer to his daughter.

She takes a deep breath, trying to catch her breath, “Aster is distraught,” leave it to Harlan to ensure a six-year-old knows colorful words.  “She is in danger,” Ransom grabs his daughter’s hand to get her to guide him to her, “It’s been such a difficult day for her.  This morning she was grasping tightly to her stomach, and then...daddy, I think someone stabbed her.”

“What?” Ransom stops to kneel down to look at Story.

“She was bleeding!  Do you think that the Black Knight found her?  He has been trying to climb up the tower and take her.  I haven’t found Prince Charming, so it’s possible.  When I find Prince Charming, he will protect our tower.”

“Story, enough with the dramatics.  What’s going on?”

“I told you!  She has been stabbed and is bleeding.  You’ll have to act as her savior.  Let me guide you to the tower.  Follow me!”

Ransom follows his littlest daughter to the west wing of the estate.  Aster is pacing around the room, and she gasps when she sees it’s Ransom, “No.  I said mom!”

“I couldn’t locate her.  So, I brought the king of the castle,” Story stands behind her dad to push him in.  “Show him where you were stabbed.”

“NO!  Story, out.  You too dad, I want my mom!”

“Angel, what’s wrong?”  Ransom sits on the bed, and sees the dirty laundry, and grimaces.  Aster sees where he’s looking and screams.  “I’m sorry.  Your mom, she warned me this was coming.”

“Oh.  My.  God.  OUT!  Get out!  I want my mom!”

“Angel...”

“Daddy, I don’t want to talk about this with you.  Out!”

“Do you have what you need?”

“OUT!!” she screams, stomping her foot.

“Sheesh.  I brought the King of Boston, and you’re screaming at him?  Come on daddy.  We must find mama.  Don’t worry, Az, I’ll locate the Queen of Boston!” she drags her dad out of the room.  “Let’s...daddy?”

“Can you give me a minute?” Story huffs out air, but starts to look around for you some more.  “Azzie baby?”

“I just want mom,” she cries on the other side of the door.

“Story is on the hunt, can I come in,” she opens the door for him, stomping back over to her bed.  “Do you need me to do anything?”

“Find my mama?” she pouts leaning over on her dad.  “She said she would be here for me when it happened.”

“She’s here somewhere.  No doubt the Princess of Boston will find her.”

“Could I not have gotten a letter that said that I wasn’t pregnant?  Why do I have bleed?”  Ransom bites his tongue, the thought of his daughter getting pregnant right now, is not what he wants to talk about.

“Your mom likes ice cream or fresh baked cookies.”

“Does that help?” she asks.

“That helps her.  Let me go get you some.”

“Can you just stay here with me?” he nods his head, wrapping an arm around her.

“What else helps mom?”

“Well...” he stops, that is not something he will be discussing with Aster, “Nothing.  You’ll have to ask her.”

“You started to say something.”

“Jumping on the bed.”

She turns and glares at him, “I hate you right now.”

“You asked.”

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Iris on the other hand was shopping with Mary, Frank and his wife.  “Pops, I don’t feel good,” she starts when it’s just him and her.

“Oh, uh, do you uh...think it’s...”

“You can say period.  And yes.  I think this is a code red.”

Frank tilts his head looking at her, and then begins looking for one of the women that’s with him, “I don’t even want to know.”

“It’s easier to call it Code Red because Az is a drama queen.  She milks it.”

“Okay, what do you need me to do?”

“Nothing.  I got stuff in my bag.  Actually.  I’ll be right back,” she walks into the bathroom, groaning.  She had hoped that this part of life would just skip pass her.  “I hate this,” she whispers to herself.  Knowing that with James being her ‘boyfriend’ a word she isn’t allowed to say around Ransom, that you’ll be giving her another talk.

When she walks back to the table, Frank just sits still looking around, and finding no one.  “Pops, it’s fine.”

“So, you’re good?”

She squints her eyes at him, “It’s code red.  But I’m not Aster Drysdale.”

“Oh good.  Do I need to take you home?”

“You can take me to get ice cream.  Ooh, a double doozie sounds good too, maybe some salt and vinegar chips.”

“You’re not pregnant, are you?”

“Oh my god!!  Pops, I am a virgin!”

“I was kidding.  That’s just a lot of different...”

“Cheese sticks!  You know what?  Take me home.  Mom will get me all the food and won’t judge me.”

“That’s fine.  I’ll let Sugarplum know I’m taking you home.”

“Pops?” Frank turns to look at Iris.  Realizing she’s not this little bitty baby anymore, “Were you this awkward with Mary?”

“You’re the last girl, and... there’s that little boy.  I think we need to talk.”

“POPS!  I have only kissed James,” she grits her teeth looking at him.  “That’s a lie, I didn’t say that.”

“Iris Jade!”

“Mom saw it!”

“This day just got weirder.  Let’s just...I’m letting your mom deal with this.”

“Can you not tell daddy?  James won’t be allowed at the house.”

“Where did you kiss him at?”

Hoping in the car, she buckles, and looks at him confused, “The...lips?”

Frank’s face falls.  “I meant where?  At the estate?” she nods her head, “Where?”

“I’m not telling you, you narc.  You’re worse than Blade.  That kid can’t lie to save his life.  And you will go straight to Ransom Drysdale, and tell him that his baby girl was kissing James Rogers on...you just about got me.”

“Let me get you home.  Let Ransom and your mom deal with you kissing self,” he laughs, but she just stares at him.  “Was it good?”

“The first time was weird.”

“The first time?”

“Ugh...he’s, my boyfriend.”

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The Kentucky Derby

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Summary:  The Drysdale’s do the Kentucky Derby

Pairings: The Drysdale’s

Rating: explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, alcohol consumption, sex in public, breeding kink, gambling, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2.1K

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Ransom sighs as his family finishes getting ready for the Kentucky Derby.  It was something that Carter had wanted to do for Story, and she wanted everyone to join in.  He had received his invite to The Mansion at Churchill Downs, and wanted to make sure that the family was ready to commit to three years of a Derby weekend.  

Ransom was reluctant, you loved the idea of your family together, dressing up and wearing fun hats.  Aster was all about the fashion.  Planning out her and Eliana’s outfits.  Lucy was begging to be left at home, not realizing how special the trip would be.  James and Iris were ready for a good time, and some family coordinated outfits.

Carter wanted to be officially seen as off the market.  Their first outing as an engaged couple.  The past three years had seen Story come back to her bubbly self, and she was ready to not be so secluded.  Blade on the other hand was looking forward to some southern debutantes, not even caring about being at The Mansion until Carter told him it was exclusive and a great flex.  He didn’t even mention he got an invite as well.

So your family, and their pastel outfitted selves (minus Lucy and her bright colors, and Aster with her neutrals) set out for a family vacation.  Carter had spared no expense in the vacation.  And your sweet baby was so giggly talking about the ponies.  Even had a three-year-old Otto talking about them with him.

You followed along with them, while your children almost separated.  Story and Carter being introduced to potential clients.  James and Iris walking along with Posie.  Aster and Ellie were mingling, and the amount of gentleman that were trying to get the sweetheart from Boston was a great ego boost for her.  And Blade...disappeared.  

“Ransom,” you whisper at him, waiting in line to place your bets.  “your son has ran off.”

“Oh, he’s my son when he’s being a disgusting horn dog, huh?”

“You have the baby in your hand.”

Ransom scoffs at you, “He’s three woman.  And very smart.  Even our adviser said that he was making good calls.  Why are you worried about him?  He’s nearly twenty-seven?”

“He’s beautiful like his father.  And that,” you whisper.  Your eyes dart around looking for any sign of your son, “It’s dangerous.”

“Your daughter is flirting with a bunch of old men.  Taking our adorable granddaughter with her,” you blow out air at him.  

“They’re just like you.”

“What about the married couple and your engaged daughter?  At least James and Iris have a kid to keep them busy.  We got,” he stops to look around a bit more.  “Son of a bitch.”

“Baby, be quiet.”

“Papa, mama said that wowd is not nice.  She’ww put hot sauce on youw tongue.”

“Your mom has to be present to do that.”

“Hew and daddy went expwowing.  He wanted to show hew da coow bafwooms,” Ransom’s face jerks over towards you so fast.  Eyes wide.  

“They’re getting married.”

“He’s marking his territory.”

“You’we widicuwous, Papa.  I want to do Chuwchiww Downs, Wace twewve, five hundwed to win on fwee.”

“The kid listens well,” your adviser says, approving of the his bet.  “Does he really have five hundred dollar to bet on that?  I mean...it’s frowned upon to do that.  He’s two.”

“I’m fwee awmost fouw,” Otto stomps his foot at her.  “Daddy gave me wots of money, because I went to wowk wif him aww week.  I want my pony to win.  Papa, bet fow me.”

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Aster had been at Story all day, begging her to just try a mint julep, “Az,” the younger sister starts.  

“No, I know, I know.  But we’re all here, one drink or two will not kill you.  Are you ever really at the Derby if you don’t have a mint julep,” Aster pouts at her, and James starts to interject, when Story looks up at Carter.

“Princess, if you really want a mint julep, I’m not going to tell you no.  You’re going to be with me all day, so if you want to partake, you can.”

“I have always wanted to try one,” Carter gives her swift kiss to her neck, before he walks over to the bar.  His eyes never leaving her, and almost as if knowing, James and Iris take a protective stance around her.  “I’m fine,” she answers, squatting down to talk to Posie.  Letting her niece know she looks absolutely stunning.  

Story liked the drink a lot.  Even ordering another two, the third one, Aster politely slides it away from her, before she finishes it herself.  Already seeing Story’s eyes getting cloudy.  Her hands already roaming over Carter.  

“James,” Carter whispers behind his friend, causing the larger man to flinch.

“What?”

“Help me.”

He looks around confused as to what he needs help with, until he spots his wife giggling with her sisters.  “What’s the problem?” he chuckles at him.  The three kids with their grandparents, and Carter flicks his head over at Ransom, who randomly starts glaring at him.

“Story is horny, and tipsy, and has no filter.”

James lets out a belly laugh, taking a sip of his beer.  Unusually Story and Aster are the ones that keep whispering at each other.  “This isn’t good.”

“She won’t keep her hands off of me.  And I’m pretty sure that Ransom is about to cut my dick off.”

“How can I help?”

Carter’s face falls flat, and he steps closer to him.  Quickly taking a peek at his fiancé, who waves her fingers at him.  “There’s only one thing that gets this out of her system?  I know you’ve already been casing the joint.  Where's a good place?”

“What?”

“You have wanted to christen this place since we got here.  Where do I take her to where we won’t get caught?” James leans in closer to his soon to be brother-in-law and best friend, and give him the second best place to go.  The first is for him and Iris.  

Finishing just in time for Story’s hand to rub on Carter’s stomach, and James swears he can hear Ransom growl.  “Carter, I’m hot,” she whispers in his ear.

“Yeah, I can tell.  Come on, your fiancé is going take care of you.  Menace.  From this day forth, Story, if you are to drink, you get one drink.”

“A sip of yours.  Carter,” he’s not sure what she was about to say because the first touch of her lips on his neck, and he’s almost lifting her to run to the location.  

“Where are they going?” Iris asks James.

“Seriously, Icy?” Aster laughs at her sister.  “You know the Princess of Boston couldn’t keep her hands off of him.  He’s just making sure to cool that hot little body down.  Look at daddy,” she giggles at Ransom, who turns around holding onto Ellie.  A little pull of his jacket, has him paying attention to Otto’s choice in pony.  

“And when’s the old married couple sneaking off?  Blade has probably had several girls at this point.”

“Az!” Iris scolds.  “He knows no more than two a day.”

“Does that mean at a time?  He could have two threesomes.  Does that count?” Iris gives her twin a little smack, and brings James behind her.  Only barely rubbing her ass on him, until he gives her hip a swat.  “Oh, don’t act like our brother isn’t hot.  He’s a whore, too.  All these southern belles,” she fakes a southern accent, fanning at her face, “They won’t even know what hit them.”

“How come your brother comes here alone, and he’s getting more ass than me, and I’m here with my wife.”

“Oh, I know all about how you like ass, Jamey boy,” Aster gives him a little wink.

“Iris Jade!  Our bedroom, our secrets.”

“You two have been married since you could talk.  It was bound to happen.  Have fun.  My gentleman caller that’s a horse breeder is waving at me.  Have fun you, two.  Maybe I’ll meet me a southern boy, bred and born,” James rolls his eyes and spins Iris around to scoff at her.

“Oh lay off, Jamey.  Every couple is going to be experimental.  You didn’t give Carter the good spot did you?” 

“Nope.”

“Let’s go hot shot.”

Ransom looks at the non-existent numbers of his children, “Woman, we’ve been abandoned.”

“Our babies are young,” she glances over to where Ransom is now looking to see Lucy talking it up to a young boy about her age.  With nothing left to do, she grabs at his hand and places it on her breast.  “Stop it.”

“The babies!” but he doesn’t take his hand off.  Posie taking a quick little snooze, while Otto and Ellie jump up cheering for the ponies, and no one sees where Ransom’s hand is.  Giving your tit a few squeezes, and Lucy catches it.  “Aha!  I will embarrass you.”

“Ran, stop.  Lucy is growing up.  She’s gonna talk to boys, since that’s clearly her preference.  By the way,” she knocks his hand off of her breast, and leans in for a kiss, “We’re not babysitting tonight.  We’ve raised our kids.  Now let them raise theirs.”

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Blade holds his hand over your mouth.  Your body pressed firmly on the wall, but your legs wrap around his waist as he thrusts into you.  This isn’t what good girls do, but with a cute little, “Hey sweetheart,” in that Boston accent, and he had you melting.  You don’t know much about him other than his first name, but he is like a god.

Attentive to your needs, making sure to stimulate every part of you.  Even the hand that is trying to keep you quiet is the hottest thing.  His fingers, learning your body before you were ever crashing into the first room available.  Constant lingering touches, and the way he grips you bruisingly tight, and it’s just the right amount of pressure.

Even his grunting moans that reverberate in your ear.  Your whole body on fire because the Prince of Boston is nothing but perfection.  “This is the best I can do for these circumstances, sweetheart,” making your eyes roll in the back of your head.  There’s no way.  You’re not in love with the man, you’re in love with what the man can do for you.

"Fuck,” he grunts, when your voice sings out from under his hand, “If I move this, you gonna be quiet for me?”

“I can’t,” you’re able to mumble out in between your panting.  Your hands pull him closer to you, and you’re painfully aware that there’s way too much clothing on.  With a few more hard thrusts into you, he’s got you seeing stars.  Lifting you up off his body, he gives his lengths a few more pumps, before he fills the condom up.

“Seems a bit extreme,” you breathlessly tell him.  Your chest heaving, and you struggle to walk to the mirror to freshen up.

“Yeah, well, you’re not me, darling,” he grabs up the hard copy of the NDA, and you scoff.  “You’re not from Boston.  Wouldn’t expect you to understand.”

“Some big shot, huh?”

“Something like that.  Also don’t need you knocking on my door in a few weeks from now claiming that you’re pregnant and come after my money, property, or businesses,” he steps behind you and fixes his own hair, and you almost glare at him.

“Don’t act like that.  I had you cumming so hard over my cock, you couldn’t see straight.  There’s nothing formal about fucking someone you just met at the Derby.  You weren’t even invited to the Mansion were you?  You arrived with someone?” biting at your lip, you give him a strange look.  “Future brother-in-law was invited, but I also got the invite, too.  Call me if you’re ever in Boston.  NDAs look a bit different there.”

“Why’s that?”

“You only know if you make it to the penthouse.  I could show you a great time.”

“Ahh, oh my god!” a blonde girl in an overly pink dress opens the door and dramatically walks away.  “Bladey, seriously?  This...Carter and I were going for round two.”

“Are you drunk?” he asks her.

“Horny.”

“Really, Carter?” the man behind her just shrugs.  “I thought...”

“Aster talked me into a mint julep, and then I talked myself in to two more, and I need to sober up, so I can spend time with our son.  Now this room is off limits because that...”

“I’m outta here,” you respond grabbing up your purse before walking away.

“She seemed lovely.  Way to fuck someone and leave ‘em while you’re at the Derby.  Now move.  My mans is trying to make a baby.”

“Carter, you and I are going to talk after this.”

“Story, do you want to sit on your throne?” Carter whispers in her ear.  Pulling her out of this room to find another one.

“I wanna baby.”

“You gotta fit in your dress.”

“There’s two of them.”

“And both were just tailored.”

“After the wedding will you put a baby in me then?”

“My god, yes,” he grunts pushing her into a new room.  “Now stop talking before I have a hard time of telling you no.”

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Hi my angel❤️ I was wondering if we can get an overdramatic Drysdale family gathering lead by the drama queen himself papa drysdale?

I don't know if this is going to be a weekly thing, but I thought it would be adorable to do like a Drysdale Family dinner on Sunday's for a bit of a recap of one of the drabbles, and this one popped into my head so quickly and easily, I couldn't resist but to respond with this!

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Boston Cream Pie

Summary:  Dinner at the estate

Pairings: The Drysdale's

Rating: mild

Warnings: language, mentions of jumping on the bed, mentions of cream pie, mentions of loss of virginity, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.7K

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You set down the last of the dinner onto the table, a hot cast iron skillet of steak with cherry sauce.  Most of the dinner was requested by Lucy, even emailed you the recipes, and you, Iris, and Story were all for cooking everything up while everyone else sat in the living room talking and watching kids.

People would come in and out of the kitchen to grab a snack or one of the grandchildren to run in and tell you something.  Beck contently sitting in a chair holding a very new Brooks, so Story can continue to walk over and give him little smooches in between helping cook.

Just like every other Sunday, your home was filled with the people you loved the most.  Even Linda had ventured her way over to the estate.  Ransom was doing his best to occupy her, because every time she had a free moment, she wanted to come and tell the three of you what you could do to improve the meal.  Not that it was bad, but just minor adjustments would make it better.

Iris would roll her eyes, and walk in the living room to see James and her children just to have a moment, you completely ignore it, while Story tries to smooth everything over.  Beck just sits there dumbfounded, until Ellie comes to sit beside him to look at Brooks.  Story pauses to hear the sweet conversation between Beck and Ellie, and then stares at her newest love.

“You you think that if I have a brother he’ll be this small?”

“Brooks was born early.”

“But you said that there was...”

“Ellie, shh, we haven’t made that announcement,” Beck gives her a little wink letting her know that he’s not mad.

“Can I hold him?”

“No,” Story moves closer quickly, and starts to turn, shaking her head rapidly.  “Sorry baby, even Otto hasn’t held him,” no one can fault her, you especially.  You were the same way when she was a baby.  And she’s done better than you did, letting someone other than Carter hold him, was a big challenge.

You guys finish up the dinner and set the table, calling everyone into the dinning room before sitting down for the loud big family dinner.  Almost everyone in their own thoughts.  Lucy had even made bourbon cherry old fashions for the ones that drank, and Shirley Temples for the ones underage, Story, and a pregnant Aster.  

Everyone eats and drinks, and it’s all delicious, but there is something off and funny about the meal, but it’s your husband who leans over to your ear, “What’s the deal with all the cherries?”

“Lucy must be on some kick right now,” he raises an eyebrow needing you to elaborate.  “She requested all of this.”

“Is there cherries in the dessert?” you shake your head no.  “Lucy are you pregnant?”

Lucy gives you a devilish grin but shakes her head no.  Everyone finishes, and the kids excuse themselves to go play while the adults continue to talk.  “Mom, you wanna get the dessert?” Lucy coos over at you.  Linda’s hand rubs along her shoulder asking what it was we’re having, “It’s a surprise.  It’s Blade’s favorite.”

You set the plate down in front of Blade and you hand him the knife and plates, and he glares over at Lucy.  Lucy’s fingers give him a tiny wave, and you and Ransom look back and forth between the two.  Story takes one look at the dessert and snorts.  Holding tightly to Brooks while she begins laughing uncontrollably, shortly joined by Lucy.  “What is going on you three?” one look at Blade looking between the two of them before he starts sinking in his seat.  His girlfriend, Lo, tapping on his thigh asking what is wrong.

“Is that,” Story laughs trying to catch her breath and get out what she’s saying.  “Please tell me that’s not...”

“Honey, it’s a Boston Cream Pie,” she laughs so hard at her husband’s words, along with Lucy that Otto and Ellie come back in.

“You okay Mommy?”

“I’m fine...b-buddy.  Blade just...go play you two,”  Aster looks at Blade and Lo their head hung down low, and then back at the dessert.  Her own hand covers her mouth as she starts to laugh.

“Is there something wrong with a Boston cream pie?” you ask nearly stomping your foot.  “You requested it Lucy saying it was Blade’s favorite and he had a full week,” Lucy’s cackles vibrate off the walls and you still don’t get it.  Ransom’s light bulb goes off and he slowly starts clapping his hands standing up out of his seat.

“I believe we have a winner.  Welcome to the family Lo.”

“Would someone please tell me what’s going on?” your eyes narrow at Lucy. 

“Boston cream pie is Blade’s favorite dessert,” she gives you a wink, and you look quickly to your ‘dessert’ loving son.  Lucy raises her eyebrows and nods her head yes, while you walk back to your seat, unable to look at them.  Ransom still clapping you try to pull him back down. 

“Baby, would you please stop it.  My baby is about to have a panic attack.”

“I don’t think he’s your baby anymore, Kitten.  He’s got him a new woman that he claimed.  How did it feel son?”

“Oh my god, I hate all of you.”

James and Iris had been in a world of their own, when they finally look around.  James taps on Carter’s shoulder to ask what was up.  “Boston,” he points over to Blade, “cream pie,” this time he points at Lo.

James puts his fist in his mouth to stifle his laugh, “Holy shit!  You finally popped her cherry, and you gave her the cream...I’m sorry Mrs. Drysdale, but...” his head looks down at Lucy, “We just ate Blade and Lo’s cherry popping meal.”

“I got a present,” Ransom’s mouth goes wide looking at Story, her hand playing around with the necklace when she kisses Carter.

“Lo’s getting a car,” she shakes her head so quickly at Blade, refusing to let him buy her a damn car, even though he’s begging.

“Well, I for one am glad that my son finally found him a dessert he wants to eat more than once.”

“Oh, it’s definitely been more than once,” Lucy sneers, this time getting a smack on her shoulder from both Chris and Linda.

“Why are you guys so casually talking about se...” Linda stops, she hates this phrase, but knows that it is the preferred way of saying it, “Jumping on the bed.  Lucy you should be ashamed of yourself.  And Blade just how many partners have you had?”

“He’ll have to go into the house and get his files out,” Ransom snickers, covering his face with his hands when he starts snorting.

“So Lo, how was it?” the littlest Drysdale is a glutton for punishment, and she can’t help it.

“Lucy, please,” the girl hides her face, doubting she’ll ever get used to these conversations.

“At least she didn’t get someone to suck on something before it’s good and swollen before it gets pierced,” the war is on between Lucy and Blade, and you need it to stop.

“Blade!” “Lucy!” “Christopher!” you, Ransom, and Linda all shout at the same time.

“It honestly was the easiest hood piercing I’ve ever done,” Chris shrugs his shoulders looking at Lucy.  “But, I’d never do that to anyone else, Honey Bee.”

“Wait...what is a hood piercing?” Story asks looking at Lucy, she points down at her crotch with a grimace.  “Does it...I mean, make it feel good?”

“Hurt like hell, feels great...no.”

“Oh, no, you’re not getting one honey.  I’ve got other things I can decorate you with,” Ransom glares over at Carter who throws his hands up, “Diamonds.  She looks good in diamonds and heels.”

“I can pierce other things, Princess.  Or if you prefer a permanent mark, we can figure something...ow...out,” Chris glares over at Lucy after she hit him.

“Judging by the picture in the vault you like the way she looks in only diamonds.”

“LUCIFER!” Story shouts at her, causing Brooks to whimper.

“What vault?  What pictures?  You take nude pictures for Carter?” Ransom’s questions don’t stop, and you slap at his body wanting all of it to quit.

“A big huge room that’s full of safes a big bed, nude pictures of Story, and custom lingerie.”

Story looks at her dad, almost ready to cuss at Lucy, “Only Carter’s and my thumbprint along with a pin number can open it.  He is my husband.”

“Why is there a bed?”

“I don’t like jumping on the bed that my boys sleep on.”

“Tell him about the ledge in the closet,” Carter smacks James’ arm.  “Ow, you two are married now.”

“I’ll still kill him.  Welp, this conversation needs to be over.  Kitten, let your disgusting kids continue this conversation, while they eat their Boston cream pie.  Although, I’m not sure if Blade or Lo need any.  Seems they’ve had enough since the last time we saw them.”

“Ransom,” Linda looks over her glasses at her son, “Your disgusting children are like this because you two can’t keep your hands off of each other.”

“Look at my Kitten, she’s beautiful,” Story slaps Blade’s arm, holding her hand on there, gasping when she looks at him.  “What is it now.”

“You did what you said you never would do,” she pauses long enough to look into her brother’s eyes.  “Did you tell her?” he nods his head, and she pulls him close to her rest her forehead against his, a thing they had done since they were little children.  “It feels amazing doesn’t it.”

“What is going on now?” Beck asks, taking a bite of the cake.

“Well, um, I uh...I...I, I, I,” Lo doesn’t speak, she only grabs his hand to rest on her chest.  Letting Blade’s fingers feel the steady beat of her heart.  You and Iris give your son the sweetest smiles knowing what he’s about to say.  “I love her.”

“About damn time.  Give me some cake,” James shouts but gives Blade a wink.  “Always knew once you found the right one.”

“And who knew all it would take was a ripe cherry and some cream pie.”

“LUCY!”

“I hate it here.”

“Love you, too, Bladey.”

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absolutely inconsolable at the idea of sweet baby Blade on Mother’s Day ready to shower Kitten in snuggles and presents 🥹

Oh my goodness!! There’s no denying that Kitten and Bladey have one of the most tender relationships. Obviously she loves all her children, but she’s so close with Blade. And him loves his mama so much!

It doesn’t matter how young or old Blade is, he makes sure his mom realizes how much he loves and appreciates her. Like her laying in bed, and hearing those loud stomping steps running to their bedroom. Blade’s body just slams into the bed, and his fingers search around for his mama. “Hap…happy, happy mothew’s day, mama.”

That bespectacled face just poking up with the biggest smile, and he crawls in the bed with her for some snuggles and giggly kisses. He’s struggling to tell you he loves you, because you can’t quit giving that sweet boy kisses.

“I hewped…hewped, hewped daddy make bweakfast. It’s youw facowite, stwawbewwy pancakes,” Ransom pokes his head in with Story strapped to his front and your sweet twins run past him to jump on the bed as well.

You can’t help but to look at Ransom smiling with tears, and he nods his head. It doesn’t matter whether it’s Mother’s Day or not, he and your babies always make sure you feel special.

That night when the twins are asleep, along with Story on Ransom’s chest, you can’t help but to hold your sweet boy a bit longer. His glasses on your bedside table, because he will be staying with you all night.

He pets at your face just as much as you him. Smiling and almost head butting you to get closer to you. Giggling, and you hate that he’s getting older but also enjoy every part of his changing face. “I wuv you so much, mama.”

“And I love you, too Bladey,” you and him turn when you hear the squeak of the door, and see your first babies standing at the door. You tap on the bed, “Come on, I want to end the night with all my babies,” turning to look at Ransom, you give him a lingering but sweet kiss.

“I love this life that you’re giving us,” Ransom tilts his head, holding tightly to Aster who curls in on him, while Iris snuggles on the side of you. Reaching towards her twin’s hand to hold her.

“Kitten, you’re the one giving us this life. Because of you, and your sacrifice you’ve given us this. Happy Mother’s Day my beautiful wife.”

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I wanna see how Ransom will react after knowing james iris kiss😆

The kissing did go on awhile, before Ransom knew about it....🥴 poor kitten

You Owe Me, Liar

Summary: Aster and Iris turn 13

Pairings: Ransom Drysdale X Reader

Rating: Mild

Warnings: Explicit language, sad Ransom, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.4K

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Carter pulls an empty wine bottle out from the behind the bar in the basement walking back over to the group of teenagers.  Aster sees what he’s doing and shakes her head and points over to Story who is sitting on the couch telling James some form of fantastical story she’s made up.

“Carter don’t even start,” Aster warns him, her hands press up against his chest.  “Let me get her upstairs first.”

“Oh, come on,” Story notices Carter walking closer to the center of the room, and her face brightens up, “She’s fine, aren’t cha princess.”

Chase Collins sees what Carter is doing and rubs his hands together, “Now we’re talking.  Alright kid, upstairs.”

“No, let her have a go,” Carter tells him.  “And Story, if we let you have ago, you’ll have to go upstairs to your tower quietly, okay?” she nods her head, and everyone gathers around in a circle.  “You wanna go first princess?”

“What am I doing?”

“Just spin the bottle, and whoever it lands on they have to kiss you,” Aster groans knocking his arm and James starts to protest.  “You wanna spin it?”

Story grabs the bottle, “Will Prince Charming be angry?” Carter shakes his head no, and she goes to spin the bottle, watching it with anticipation.  The glass bottle spins round and round until the bottle points directly at Carter.  She gives him a big smile, and he leans forward to kiss her cheek.  Story’s hand presses up against her cheek, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he chuckles.  “Alright, now go up to your tower, Prince Charming may climb up the side.”

“Okay,” she skips off and Iris and Aster glare at him.

“That was a mistake,” Aster tells him crossing her arms.

“You wanted to get rid of her.”

“Yeah, but she kinda has a crush on you,” Carter shrugs his shoulders.  “Whatever.”

Story skips upstairs and goes to you and Ransom, the two of you cuddled up on the couch, “Where’s Bladey?”

“Still at JJ’s, Story book,” Ransom answers.  He extends his hands to her to give her a hug.  Beginning to press a kiss to her cheek she jerks back.  “What?”

“Do.  Not.  Touch.  That.  Cheek.”

“Why?” he asks, trying to kiss her cheek again.

She attempts to do a karate chop, and places her hand over his lips.  “I said do not touch that cheek!  Sir Lancelot kissed that cheek.”

Ransom squints his eyes trying to remember who Story dubbed as Sir Lancelot, “Why did Carter kiss your cheek?” you ask.

“Carter kissed your cheek?” he angrily asks and you swat at his chest.  “Hey,” he looks at you.

“Story, why did Sir Lancelot kiss your cheek,” she shakes her head mimicking locking her lips.  “Story Drysdale, you better tell your mom, or I’m walking down there."

“Ugh, if I tell you, then Prince Charming may not come up my tower.  I promised Sir Lancelot that I wouldn’t tell anyone that I spinned the bottle, and since it landed on him, he kissed my cheek,” she turns to look at Ransom, “And your lips just about wiped it off.  I’m going to my tower,” spinning on her heels she stomps up the stairs and Ransom glares at you with his mouth open.

“They’re thirteen, spin the bottle was bound to happen.”

“They still play that game?  Off,” he pushes your legs off him, and stands up, “The party is over.  I should never have agreed to them having a birthday party here and invite boys,” he walks away still talking, and you roll your eyes following him.  “Nothing good can come from this.  Why were there bottles down there anyways?”

“It’s decorated in empty wine bottles.  Your family likes wine.”

“We’re redecorating the basement.  Shh...I hear giggling,” the two of you quietly walk downstairs, and it’s Carter that sees the two of you first.  Leaning back, he sits quietly, and clears his throat.  “Where’s Iris and James?”

“Ran...”

“Don’t start.  Carter?” he points over to another room, and Ransom walks over there so fast, opening the door he sees Iris and James jump apart from one another.

“Daddy...um...hey.”

“Party’s over.  Everyone call their parents,” his calmness terrifies you.  “You stay down here,” he points at you walking away.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Iris sits on the bed pouting and you walk out where everyone.  “If anyone needs a... what am I talking about, I’m sure your parents have been called?” the teenagers all nod, none of them needed a phone when they have their own right in their pocket.

“Story sold us out, didn’t she?” Aster asks.

“Well, Sir Lancelot did kiss her cheek, and she wouldn’t let her dad give her a kiss.  Carter?”

“Didn’t want the princess to feel left out, I’m sorry Mrs. Drysdale, should I go apologize to Mr. Drysdale?”

“I’d leave it alone,” he whispers another I’m sorry, starting to take the blame, but you just shake your head no.

Once everyone has left you walk up the stairs with the twins.  Dreading this conversation.  Ransom still sits on the couch, elbows on his knees, and holding his head up.  “Everyone sit down,” the girls sit on the coffee table and you go to sit beside your husband.  Finally, he leans up to look at both girls, but mostly Iris, “I’m not an idiot, I know that you claim the Rogers kid is your boyfriend.”

“Daddy he is.”

Ransom inhales deeply, slowly closing his eyes before looking back at Iris, “Not helping.  What I’m getting at, is I realize that you’re going to kiss him,” she grimaces, but he is not stopping.  “If he has to be here, wherever you two are, doors are open.  And I’m going to make you listen to the sex talk.”

“Why do I have to listen?  Mom has already given us the talk.  I didn’t kiss anybody,” Aster throws her head back and continues to groan.

“Only because you didn’t get a turn.  Probably jealous of Story.  The bottle probably would have landed on Chase though.”

“We’re not playing that game in this house!  How long have you and James been kissing?” she shrugs her shoulders, and you quickly shake your head no.  Ransom looks over at you, and then back at Iris.  “How long?”

“Since I alkaj;sldkjf;…"

“Didn’t catch that, Iris.  How long?”

“Mom knows.  She walked in on the first kiss.  Well besides the tree thing,” he turns to look at you, and you can’t meet his eyes.

“Upstairs, the two of you,” they start to leave and you with them, “Not you,” you take a deep breath and finally look at him.  “How long has she been kissing James?”

“I don’t know about a year.”

“Are there any other secrets you’re keeping from me?” you shake your head no.  “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Baby, you know why.  You tend to overreact when it comes to James and Iris, AND it’s part of growing up.  How many girls were you kissing at her age?” he pouts laying his head down on your shoulder, “Aw, baby.”

“Don’t baby, me.  My babies are growing up.  Iris is making out with her boyfriend.  Aster wants to pretend her and Carter aren’t something.  He’s kissing my seven-year-old, and Blade is always at the Jensen’s and I don’t know if it’s because of Kira or because Jake is a big dork like he is,” you place a hand on his cheek, pressing your lips to the top of his head.  “And all I’ve got left is Story, and she’s already kissing boys.”

“A kiss on the cheek from Carter doesn’t count,” you giggle.

“She’s in love with the idea that a prince is going to climb up the trellis and save her.”

“Harlan has made her a hopeless romantic.”

“You still never gave me my fifth,” he pushes his shoulder on you.

“Ran, our baby is seven.  We don’t need another.”

“You promised me at least five.”

“No, I didn’t.  You can’t ask me questions like that while you’re fucking me.”

He leans up to look at you, pouting out his lower lip, and you giggle shaking your head no, “Besides, you owe me, liar.  You kept the fact that Iris and James were kissing.”

“I don’t care.”

“Kitten,” he whines.  “Jump on the bed with me, and let's make a baby,” you continue to shake your head no, “Oh, I’m not asking.  I need another one, liar,” throwing you over his shoulder he slaps your ass.  “I’ll keep fucking you until you give me another.  You know I will.  Call the Jensen’s they’ll watch the kids, and we’ll go to the townhouse to jump on the bed in peace.”

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📩 reserving my spot for Blade day (if you allow it lol)

But I feel like it would be so so funny if Kitten pranked baby Blade like this. I mean of course Kitten won’t go too far because of Bladey’s panic attacks, but I’m 100% sure Ran would be cracking up seeing his son’s very very comfused-why-is-mama-not-gib-Badey-atemshon face 🤣

Yes! You can send any requests at any time. I do try to save them for their specific day, but if there isn’t any asks/requests/ideas of my own, I’ll add them to another day.

This is pitiful! Ransom would definitely have to be the one to convince Kitten to do this to her Bladey baby!

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Some Meanie

Summary:  You and Ransom play a prank on Blade

Pairings:  Ransom Drysdale X Reader, Blade and Story

Rating:  pitiful

Warnings: Bladey tears, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1K

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“No,” you laugh watching the video of the pitiful little toddler cry.  You push the phone away from you, still laughing.

“Please?”

“Ransom, no.  My baby,” those dark blue eyes pout up at you, and he gives you another, please.  “Why?  My baby is gonna have a panic attack.”

“No, he won’t.  And if it starts to be too much, you can just stop.  Come on, woman, please?  That’s why we have so many kids, we can just torture them,” you glare at him, and he changes his tone.  “Sweetly torture them because we love them.”

“Fine,” you stand to circle around him, “I’ll do it, but it’ll cost you,” he bites his lip and tilts his head liking the way this sounds.  “You gotta do something for me afterwards.”

“Okay, you name it.”

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“Blade, buddy, come on down for breakfast!” Ransom yells up at your baby boy, because you are supposed to be ignoring him.  Story skips past Aster and Iris and into the kitchen, giving a quick little twirl in her poufy dress and tiara.  Her play ballet shoes always on her feet.

You wait until Blade sees your face, and hate yourself when you spin without his good morning hugs and kisses.  His lip juts out, but he doesn’t comment on it.  Blade’s short little legs pull himself up on the table beside your seat, Ransom and Harlan on their respected ends.  “Mom...mom, mommy can I, I have spwinkwes on my waffwes,” his body leans forward to see your face.

Ransom gives you a little kick knowing you’re about to fail.  “Story, would you like sprinkles on your waffles?”

“And whipped cream?”

You nod your, and get up to get the whipped cream and sprinkles, only for Blade’s big eyes to follow you.  “I wanted...wanted,wanted whipped cweam and spwinkwes, too.  Mom...mommy, mommy?  Can I?” everyone besides Ransom look oddly between each other.  Story being the most confused.  Her head flips between you and Blade.  “Mom...Mommy, mommy, mom...mom...daddy can hew not see me?  Mommy I’m wight...wight, wight hewe.  Mommy Pwease,” his eyes fill with tears looking at Ransom.

“I want my...my, my, my, my, my...mommy I wuv you, pwease don’t go.  I need you,” his voice carries off in broken nonsense and you come back with just as big of tears picking him up to hold your baby close to you.  “Don’t weave me wike...wike, wike dat.  I can’t...can’t, can’t bweathe wif...wif, wifout you.”

“Shh, mommy’s right here my handsome boy,” you lay his bespectacled face on your chest, “Listen to mommy’s breathing.  In...and out,” your eyes glare over at Ransom, and he shakes his head no at you.  “You owe me.”

“Did...did, did I, I, I, I, I...”

“Bladey baby, shh...mommy’s right here, just breathe, buddy.”

He sniffles trying to catch his breath.  Pushing his glasses up on his head to wipe at his tears.  “I’m sowwy...sowwy, sowwy.  Whatevew I did...did, did I won’t do it no mowe.  Just don’t...don’t, don’t weave me when you’we mad at me, pwease.”

“Mommy’s not mad at you buddy.  Mommy just listened to some meanie.”

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Story dances around in her ballet leotard and tutu, her hair tight and on her head, ready for practice.  Wearing her play ballet shoes on her feet as she twirls into Ransom’s office, “Daddy,” her voice sings to him as she twirls.  “Oh daddy!” 

You grab up her bag, knowing exactly where she’s at, and waiting on her goodbye kisses and hugs.  “Daddy,” she stops twirling to stomp her foot, “Daddy!” Ransom walks past her to walk out in the hallway, pulling you into him for a passionate kiss.  Removing Story’s bag off your shoulder, “Oh no.  You two stop.  I’m going to be late.  Daddy.  Daddy!”

“Where are you going with that bag?” his eyes only on you, instead of the little girl behind him stomping her feet.

“Ballet.”

“So, you’re going to put on a cute little tutu for me?”

You roll your eyes at him, at just how ridiculous this is.  “Your daughter has a dance lesson.”

“Aster and Iris don’t take dance.  They do gymnastics.”

“Your other daughter,” Story growls her foot stomping the floor again.  “DADDY!!!!  Don’t you play with my mind like mommy did Blade, you pay attention to me RIGHT NOW before I kick your ass.”

“Story Rose Drysdale,” he turns around to give her the best scowl he can for a five-year-old.  

“That’s what I thought.  We’re not playing that game.  If you did me first I would have been crying like Bladey.  You two are meanies.  Since you don’t want to behave you get to take me dance class instead of mommy, because you hate it.  Now get my bag and lets go.  Do NOT ignore me again.”

“You’re bossy,” she turns around to stomp her foot.

“Carter would never treat me like this,” before walking out the door, held tilted up in defiance.  Ransom’s head whips around so fast to gawk at you.

“What?”

“This is all your fault.  She hasn’t shut up about Tweedle Dum since we got back from Florida.  She was sleeping in his bed?”

“You kicked her out of the room.  So you could fuck me while I slept.”

“I kicked her out of the room because she woke up too early.  I fucked you because you needed it.  You were all wet just thinking of me fucking you back to sleep.”

“Where was she supposed to go?  Carter was sleeping on the pull out.”

His mouth opens up wide as he looks at you, “Do not mention that bonehead’s name, my daughter, and pull out in the same sentence.”

“You’re ridiculous.  Take our daughter to dance.”

“Only if I get to see you tonight in a tutu.  And nothing but a tutu,” with a quick swat to your ass he starts to walk outside.  “Nothing else, Kitten.”

“He’s utterly ridiculous,” you turn at the sound of Harlan’s voice, “Do you even have a tutu?  That’s a new one right.”

“Oh hush.  That’s your grandson.”

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Oh dear Iris, saying I'm Different 💔

Ransom didn't hear her say that, right? god he would be so broken hearing those words and no idea how Iris is going to react upon seeing Frank.

Ransom did not hear that, but you know that Kitten would never keep that from him. Not to mention after he called the school, they did get a meetings...

She's Been Reprimanded

Summary: Ransom, Kitten, and Frank meet with Headmaster Strange

Pairings: Ransom Drysdale X Reader X Frank Adler

Rating: Mild but angsty

Warnings: Hurting Drysdale children, mild threats, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.2K

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You watch your thirteen-year-old baby stay close to Frank.  Her hand constantly brushing up against him, and even when he sits down in the theater room, Iris crawls beside him, laying her head on his shoulder, and while Frank enjoys it, he looks at you confused.  You haven’t had a chance to talk to him, but you see Ransom looking hurt.  Unable to comfort all his kids, “Hey, come with me to get some popcorn.”

“The popcorn machine is right there,” he points over to the machine, Ari already setting it up.

“Then come in the kitchen and get some candy with me.”

“You need me to get candy?”

“Ransom, I need to talk to you,” finally, he gets it.  Following you into the kitchen, to at least bring something back.  Seeing the tears in your eyes, he wraps his arms around you, his lips kissing on top of your head.  “Our baby...” you hiccup, unable to say much else.  “Iris...she said she...”

Ransom pulls you closer, allowing you to cry on him, “She feels different, baby, and... oh my god, I hate Sharon.  I didn’t think I could hate her more, but I hate her.  Why does she want to hurt my babies.  And I want her close to Frank, but I don’t want her to feel alone.  She’s already struggling with her anxiety, and... she always turns to you.  You’re her daddy, and...”

“Kitten, I’m fine.  We’ll deal with our children and the school tomorrow.”

“But...” you become a crying mess, as he holds tight to you.  His exterior so soft, because that’s what you need, but hearing that Iris feels different has set him on edge.  Every part of him is pulsing with anger on the inside, but he would never let you know this.  Thinking of all the things he should say when he meets with the headmaster.

“Let’s go watch the movie, Kitten.”

“Daddy?” Aster asks walking in the kitchen with you.  “You coming back to watch the movie?”

“Yes, angel, we’ll be in there in a minute,” Aster steps up behind you giving you a hug laying her head on your back.

“Icy will be okay, mama.  I’m sleeping in the room with her, okay?”

“Okay, baby.  Thank you,” you turn to push her hair out of her face.  “You all were wanted; you know that right?”

“Yeah I know, come on.”

While Ransom pretends that Iris being so consumed with Frank doesn’t bother him, it deeply gets to him.  His deep blue eyes constantly looking over at them.  Iris looking hurt and scared all at the same time.  Confused, and having an identity crisis.  Axel, while old, stays right by her side.  Her little fingers smooth over his fur.  She doesn’t even pay any attention to James, which is not like her at all.

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You give your children their hugs and kisses goodbye, marching into the school with Ransom clutching to your hand and Frank on the other side.  Waiting in the office for Headmaster Strange.  Ransom already irritated when he walks in.  “What exactly are we going to do to remedy this?” he asks before Strange can even say anything.

“Well, the child in question has been reprimanded,” a slouching Frank, scoffs, rolling his eyes.

“And you are?” Strange asks.

“Iris is my biological daughter.  The Gillooly child made sure to let everyone know at this school that she has a different father than her siblings.  So now, we’re dealing with a child who already struggles with coming to school, already stresses herself out with having to be perfect, now doesn’t want to come because she feels everyone is going make comments about who her parents are.  Not to mention the disgusting name that little girl called her mother,” Ransom nods his head once, his hand rubbing your thigh.  “And the only thing you’re doing is reprimanding the child?  Let me guess, told her not to do it again?  What about the mother?”

“Mr.?”

“Adler.  We have made sure that all of those kids are not only cared for, but loved and made to feel special.  What happened yesterday destroyed a thirteen-year-old's self-worth.  She crawled in my lap last night.  Iris doesn’t do that.  And you’re reprimanding the child.”

“Mr. Adler, I’m not at liberty to discuss the punishment with you of another child.”

Ransom puts his hand out to Frank, “What exactly are we going to do to prevent this again?  Andrea’s name has been mentioned a few times by Blade.  Have we not been in here before because of that child?  And we here are still dealing with her.  You do realize that Iris wants to be homeschooled.  She wants to be fast tracked, and graduate early?”

“We have discussed that prospect before.”

“Maybe it’s time for her to get that treatment.  My wife, myself, and Frank wanted all of our children to benefit from the social aspect of school.  My family has donated plenty of money to this school throughout the year.  The Thrombey library...you do know who put the money up for that?  My grandfather when my mother came here.  Drysdale hall?  My parents while I was here.  I’m not threatening pulling my children.  I will pull them.  My children will not come to school and be bullied.  Nor should any child.  But if we have one more issue with Ms. Gillooly again, it’s done.  Blade’s stutter is returning, and he was fine, until being in class with her.  I want them separated, and she should be the one removed.  Not my son.  He hasn’t done anything wrong.  Are we at an understanding Headmaster Strange?”

“Mrs. Drysdale?”

“I agree with everything my husband and Mr. Adler have said.  My children mean the world to me.  Life is tough enough as it is.  Old wounds do not need to be continued to be open.  We were the ones that were going to decide if and when we told our children about Andy Barber.  That little girl and her mother, do not know anything.  Have I made myself perfectly clear?”

Strange looks between the three of you, giving you a nod, “I understand.  We’ll be taking steps to separate the other child from Blade.  I wish I could urge you not to pull them.”

“I don’t think you understand Headmaster Strange, there will be no talking us out of removing our children.  One more incident, they’re gone.”

“Along with James, Samuel, and Eliana Rogers,” Ransom adds, popping his neck he twists the knife deeper, “You would hate to lose Caroline and Carter Baizen as well, wouldn’t you?” he gives him his crooked smirk.

“I hope you three have a great day, and that you’re satisfied with steps we’ve taken to ensure your children’s safety.”

Walking out of his office, Ransom’s arm pulls you by your waist next to him, “Why did he give you that look with the Baizen’s?” Frank asks.

“Lydia will do whatever we do, oddly enough.  The Baizen’s are worth billions.  They would lose their richest family,” he gives you a kiss to your neck, “I took the day off.  We have the estate to ourselves.  How about we get a jumpstart on that fifth and jump on the bed.”

“You two are ridiculous.  I’m going to the docks.”

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Who was the first one to give Lucy the nickname Lucifer? -🦋

Lucy's nickname actually came quite early in her life...like before she ever came home.

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Baby Lucifer

Summary: Welcome to the world Baby Lucifer

Pairings: Lucy Drysdale X the family

Rating: floof

Warnings: a new Lucy, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 500

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Ransom ushers your babies into your room, and you don't miss how Story clings to her daddy's ring finger. Those big round eyes looking at the little bundle that you cradle in your arms. Iris and Blade are the first over beside you. Blade just because he wanted to check on you, but Iris is only looking at her last sibling.

Iris's eyes well with tears, and you noticed how Aster was hanging back a bit, "Little Star, you wanna hold her?" her head barely does a little nod and you tap the bed beside you. She was never interested in any of her siblings before, until much later.

Aster was unsure, she was timid, scared, but she reaches out her arms to hold her. Carefully you place her in her arms, and Aster gives her the sweetest smiles. Lucy's eyes blink open a bit, before her body just freezes up, "What is she doing?" you start to tell Aster to calm down, but she still looks at the little girl, "Mom, why is she looking at me like..." Lucy's mouth goes wide and she releases a blood curdling scream. "Take it. I don't want to hold it."

"Aster, she's your sister."

"Make it stop! Mom, get it," it's comical having Aster react in such a way, but you grab the little fluff, and she just stops. Aster's head turns to look at you with a blank face. "That's not even right. Blade, hold it."

Blade leans over to hold Lucy, and she whimpers a bit in his arms, but doesn't cry. "Okay, Iris hold it."

Iris walks to grab her out of Blade's arms, and again she does some whimpering, and even sniffles. Iris brushes her fingers over her cheeks and she calms down. "Story..."

"Nu uh. I am not holding her. No way, not this girl. You try again."

Aster puffs out a loud bit of air and walks to her twin, picking up the baby, and she actually is quiet. Walking over to the couch, she gives the newest member to the Drysdale family a smile, and Lucy screams again. "Daddy, it's doing it again."

"Az, call her by her name," Ransom walks closer, but can hardly contain his laughter.

"No. It hates me. It's a devil child. Lucy..." she leans a bit forward to the baby, "I'm pretty sure that's short for Lucifer."

"Aster Sapphire!" you yelp as Ransom pulls the baby out of her arm, and stilling immediately.

"See! It hates me."

"Maybe because you're calling her an it. Daddy, give her back to mommy, so you can hold me."

"Oh my god. I have a bunch of Ransom's living with me," you grouse, and then smile down at your newest love when Ransom places her in your arms, "I'm going to have to protect you from the dramatic bunch."

"I'm not dramatic," Blade moves the tiniest bit closer to you, sitting on the bed beside you.

"Okay, Mr. Chokes under pressure."

"I can't help that Az. My brain and lungs don't function together."

"Alright, that's enough. Sheesh. I don't recall any of the other first meetings going like this. Ran, deal with your children."

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