#auntie wet nurse

[bornetoblood]

headcanon on who or what Mergo’s Wet Nurse is? 👀👀👀👀

The Wet Nurse to me acts as kinda an extension of Oedon (the blood god in the blood). She’s watching over Mergo and is also invisible. It’s either that or she’s like…. Oedon’s goth lesbian sister or something.

[bijoumikhawal]

trying to make a Hebitian vocabulary post. Crying and screaming

[g1rlken]

┏ Like real people do 2. ┐

Aemond Targaryen x wife!daemon’s daughter reader

⋆˚࿔ read part 1 here ˚⋆𝜗𝜚˚⋆

summary: blood and cheese, where daemon [the best dad (satire)] also orders for his daughter smuggled back to him, violent aftermath

an: there is no brothel Aemond subplot involved

word count: 5.2k

warnings: blood and cheese, canon violence, violence, daddy issues being mocked, arguments, once again blood and cheese

The war was afoot, degeneracies increasing, treacherous plans and endless councils. Amidst all of that y/n still found time to pay Haelena a visit as frequently as she could. Both of them had found impeccable friends in each other and the twins were always a delight. Striding through the halls of red keep, prodding her head inside with a soft knock on the queen's doors which were wide open as it is, "look!" y/n entered with a wide smile on her face. Twirling around she showed Haelena the dress she wore, it was a dress Haelena had embroidered for her with special spiders and other custom animals. Haelena had remarked on y/n's elegantly plain dresses, the edges could all use embroidery and y/n was more than glad to let Haelena design on her dress. "You made it so much better, the small bugs in blue thread it’s so beautifully assembled-" before she could comment more on the beauty of her queen sister's embroidery she was there to showcase, y/n was under attack of her niece and nephew, "why good morrow to you two!" she giggled as the two tugged at her dress for consecutive raise-me-ups. 

"I am very glad!" Haelena said offering her a smile as she scanned those designs, Haelena was warmly elated that y/n chose to wore the dress she had embroidered and the fact that she let her do it in the first place.

"You must teach me your ways" y/n commented whilst actively engaging with jaehaerys and jaehaera, she couldn't carry both the babies at the same time but she was trying to entertain them regardless, the two were latched to their auntie's knees like monkeys.

"I could always make you more, save you the time!" Haelena offered instead, she tried to distract whichever one of the children with a toy but both were way too smitten with their ever so busy aunt, now that she had the council she spent supposedly lesser time with the twins.

"That too would be so convenient!" Y/n said, Jaehaera was raised on her back, making mischief with her aunt as she tried to close her eyes with her tiny hands from behind. Both the twins laughing as she did so, regardless y/n laughed along trying to maintain her balance the best.

"That is enough..." Haelena trailed off in amusement as she helped Jaehaera off of y/n's back. The babe did not let go before whining about it, jaehaerys still tugging at his aunt's dress to get her to bend down so he could talk.

"It's alright" let out a small chuckle y/n's attention was caught down to the little heir pulling at her dress, for her to bend to his level. "Yes little prince?" She asked, attentive to her nephew's whims and demands.

"You said you were going to read to me" Jaeherys reminded her in a rather witty sense, having a sense of one upping her since she forgot about it.

"Oh did I now?" She paused for a second trying to remember when exactly was the reading session arranged for.

"Yes! The-the one with the fox and the-crows...where you do the voice!" The little prince was soon to remind her of which exact story they had left off from. He liked it better when his auntie read it to him than the wet nurses or his mum because she often did those giddy voices and the stories she read in were more entertaining than the ones with septa.

"Gods I must have forgotten" she said in a somewhat melodramatic tone to make the child think she took their reading session as a serious matter, "I have got some work on my hands at the moment but I assure you I will come continue the story-"

"When!" Jaeherys whined with a sort of tired expression given the delay in his story.

"Tonight." She answered genuinely, "Right after dinner!"

"Do you promise?" He asked wanting to take her aunty's word for proper surety.

"I promise." She said holding his tiny hands in hers giving them a gentle squeeze to assure him of her promise. Kissing both her niece and nephew on the forehead as she stood up, in attempt to take her peace Haelena stopped her.

"Are you not afraid?" Asked her sister in law with a tense look on her face, like those times when she would be out of it. As if she spoke another language and saw other things. "When the stones call you back?"

"What...what stones?" She asked, at first y/n thought Haelena was referring to some palace. Could this be in correlation to something with the council, is what y/n presumed.

"The stones. They will call you back!" Haelena gripped her elbows tighter, to emphasise the gravity of the situation she felt. "They'll take you away!"

"Nobody is taking anyone away..." y/n trailed off, shaking her head slightly as she ran her hand down Haelena's in a soothing way. "We are all safe here and there is nothing to be scared of. I promise you. I am not going anywhere." She assured her. Y/n assumed that it would worry Haelena to lose the best friend she had in herself if she were to go back because of the war waging. In her father's name perhaps, her worry was not unsolicited but y/n was sure her father's was a house not hers that is even before her marriage with Aemond.

Haelena could never seem to get her point across for some reason, she couldn't digest her wearies in a coherent way herself so she nodded with a small smile. The restlessness still consistent within her as y/n took her leave. Ever since the intimate moment with Aemond, their relationship had grown rather awkward. Aemond was closed off as always, unable to convey his infatuation. Awkward in this area, the young lovers found it difficult to navigate through a conversation. Bristling fingers through glasses, stealing glances, speaking out their love in small gestures.

That did not account for the fact that the council matters too seeped into the newlywed's marital bliss phase. Aemond too had a seat now, on the king's word. He would attend those meetings and at times the two would have drastically counter opinions. His lady wife, she would sit in the same line of seats after the hand and his mother. Speaking their minds against him, just as they had intended for her. A council within the council. "All you do is account for grand sire and mother, no such thoughts of your own. A mere puppet." Aemond scoffed as they were currently in a conversation in their chambers reflecting to that day's council meeting.

The day was at its end and as was y/n, end of her wits. His bickering was just what she needed, "And you?" she said in a tone more accusatory than his, rightfully so "all you add to the discussions is the warpath Ser Criston weaves."

"I stand for it, you just chew out what the council within the council spews" he scoffed, coming out harsher than intended but now this had become usual."I know you informed the hand of my meetings with Cole."

"Didn't do it as a snitch, had you asked me I would have told you I informed the hand." Y/n said trying to counter his condescending remarks. She wasn't a 'puppet' how he implied "Just because I do not agree with you doesn't make me a puppet to those with better judgment than yours."

"Better judgment than mine?" He let out a low huff finding it absurd that she believed Otto and his mother had a better judgment over the war than his, "you think writing to other castles, pleading, awaiting their help whilst we have three large dragons is a better judgement?"

"And what? What do you plan to do with the dragons? Burn all those against us?" She asked him growing agitated having this conversation again, "You are in favour of a lot of unnecessary bloodshed-"

"It is necessary. To make an example, to lay out a path." Aemond interrupted her, taking in a small breath "Raise your banners or watch them burn. This is what the blacks are already set to implement whilst we sit hand on hand sending out messengers!"

"You want to create a sense of fright! That is all you will accomplish with burning houses." She said in an assertive tone as she crossed her arms. This is what Ser Criston had told him too, the words struck him a small remembrance.

"Are you eavesdropping my meetings with Cole?" He questioned, as the reference resembled similar words to Cole's. Cole didn't exactly have the same notion as his wife but the words were vaguely same.

"You sit right across this room" she gestured to the adjoining room after their bedchamber. The small opening after their room led to the table against the wall where Cole and Aemond had their meetings, "The meetings you have after you assume I'm asleep, as it is too loud enough for me to not eavesdrop or be able to sleep."

"Of course" he couldn't help but roll his eyes, "You must have told the hand about it word for word yes? Like a parrot"

"Don't think of yourself too highly, your conversations are rather predictable even to those who aren't present" she replied. He wasn't wrong that she informed the hand about it but she took accountability for that.

"At least my conversations hold a spine" in two strides he reached the table she was leaning on to pour himself a glass of wine, "Unlike yours, but well that is what was intended for you" he shrugged.

For a moment, y/n sighed shutting her eyes "What are you implying?" She asked trying to maintain a calm composure because she was aware he would have words that would make antagonise her.

"You know, why you are in the council in the first place" he said in casual harshness. "Otto needed someone to voice his opinions like the righteous little lady that you are."

"I am on the council because of the seat I have inherited through my father." Y/n referred to the original conversation for her being on the council, he wasn't even part of that decision yet acted like he knew better than anyone. Smugly sipping his wine as he set his cup aside, the inherent smirk on his face irritated her to no end.

"You are claiming the father's seat who didn't even want to claim you?" He scoffed, Aemond could attest for the fact that he did not hate her in full surety. Rather fond of her too, but he was fond of his lady wife. The soft lover he did not knew he needed, big eyes that held love for everything they were laid upon. Tenderness and warmth seeping out the cracks of her which would mend the hollow cracks in him but it was the council member in her, otto's silent weapon which he could not stand.

In the process of wanting to get back at righteous council member he couldn't stand he truly hurt the daughter that begged for her world to sun, tears brimmed her eyes and she could not help it. She struck him across the face, the nerve of him. Shattered the home she thought she might finally have. He simply flinched at her action, his eyes widened a bit not at her gesture but at her tears. Registering her tears before the slap she landed her, at loss of words. "Leave." She spoke with a shuddered breath, couldn't even meet his eyes. Feeling stripped of the hope and pride she spent days building. Y/n had never raised a hand to anyone, that didn’t exactly harm Aemond in any way still the gesture in itself made her feel ugly after a moment’s silence marinated the interaction.

Without saying a word Aemond did leave, he didn't want to retaliate with her in any way. Because in that very moment both of them took a misstep and he did not want that moment to last longer. In a few strides he was out of their chambers. Y/n gripped the table to steady herself as the tears streamed down her face, a restlessness made home within her chest as she took heavy breaths.

The weight of all her despair was so heavy, at times she would just shut them in case and shove them deep inside her heart and inside her mind so she wouldn't have to face them in retrospect. It all just felt so inescapable, how she begged to be her father's daughter and how she was rejected the whole time. Now, farther away from him, bit by bit being at peace with the people she now surrounded herself with. Even in such state of distress she didn't feel alone any longer, she even felt loved. As far stretched as it sounded she even felt at ease with Aemond and he shattered all of it with just one sentence.

She lost the track of time since the moments of Aemond walking out as she just stood there falling apart, but when she felt some footsteps behind her she wiped her tears trying to compose herself. If there was anything she learned from her father it was that, nobody ever cared how much you fall apart so don't give them a reason to hold against you. Daemon always hated weeping children. Quickly she wiped her tears, she wouldn't want Aemond to think of her weak in these times. With a deep sigh she turned to face the footsteps she assumed was Aemond.

Apparently it wasn't. "Yes?" She asked with furrowed brows to the stranger who just walked into the room, not even a knock or an announcement like the guards or servants. The man wasn't even dressed like a guard or a servant. She stood alarmed taking a step further into the table as the man forwarded towards here without a word. "Guard-" she tried to yell as loud as she could but the man grabbed her head in a swift motion and shoved her into the table's edge. As if to knock her unconscious.

"Not another word or I kill you." Blood said with his hands around her neck, about to choke her as she struggled against him. Trying to grasp against his hands on her, trying to suffocate her she kicked her legs. Tried to scream regardless of his warning. With an extreme distaste for her, obviously, in blood's eyes the princess wasn't even worth so much and too much trouble to smuggle out. "Your daddy wants you back."

-

By the time the guards did find the princess, in the hallways, she was already half unconscious. Immediately rescued into the safest place in the keep, the council. Retrieved but not at all unharmed. The council was already set into course for the subject of the young prince when Larys walked in with y/n. He had previously informed her of what had happened with her nephew, his passing it hadn't really struck her yet given she could barely process all that had happened.

Queen alicent gasped as she stood up quickly running to y/n's side, all the bruises on her face, open cuts and bleeding out the torn sleeves in her dress. "Gods..." she exclaimed in horror as she helped her onto her seat. "What happened to her?" She asked Lord Larys.

"The guards found the intruder, trying to smuggle the princess out of the keep. A gold cloak known for his brutal nature, found with her, having inflicted his brutality upon her and...the prince's head, in a sack." He briefed the council as they all listened to him, everyone else but the king at loss of words. As Lord Larys left alicent was still tending to y/n, cooing at her, she seemed to be in a half conscious state.

"I am alright" she muttered to her mother in law as Alicent nodded but held her hand in hers to provide her whatever consolation she could. Just the sight of having suffered such assault sent the queen into a huge distress. Weakly holding her hand back as if to steady herself into this nightmare. When Lord Larys told her of Jahaerys's tragedy she did not believe it at all. She was confidently positive there must be some mistake in his information because that would not be possible at all.

If it wasn't for Aegon screeching in the background, y/n couldn't make out if she was actually awake in this very moment. The ringing in her ears still hadn't gone out and she wished that she would perish with that same ringing if it were to happen because living through this seemed so difficult. No way to navigate, circumstance so heavy she felt paralysed to meet anyone's face. Aegon was screeching as he wept for his son, blind with rage to kill the man found guilty for the crime. The member advised otherwise saying the king has a lot of enemies and they don't know for sure whose hand it could be.

"I suppose you are right..." Aegon trailed off slowly pacing down the table back to his seat, with an accusatory demeanour towards everyone else "it could be anyone of you, in this room."

A small silence fell, strengthening the tension and grief in the room as y/n just stared at the empty seat beside her. That very morning, just the day prior, where her nephew sat. Then Aemond after him, empty now. "It was Daemon." She declared of what she knew for sure, first time in her life she referred to Daemon with his first name instead of her father. After everything that he did, every misery she endured at the hands of her father, what happened now made her want to be distanced and foreign from him as much as she could. "His doing." She breathed and looked at the council, the drained colour on everyone's face she just registered-it was blinding her. "The man—the gold cloak" she continue, "trying to get a hold of me, h-he—he said 'your daddy wants you back.'" Repeating the words sent a chill down her spine as if she was in that very moment again, she still felt those hands on her, suffocating and heavy. A disgusting play in the mix. “That man came here, on Daemon’s order.”

The rest were comprehending that still, how a man could be so crude not only killing a child but having his own assaulted and kidnapped back home like this? " In one sense, as we determine what happened and...if we in the keep are still in peril. In another sense of course...it doesn't matter." Otto said and looked at Y/n. The princess surely did not seem to understand the hand's implication.

However Lord Tyland did so, "You mean to blame Rhaenyra." He said in a beat. "Tell the realm she had done this." Tyland spoke out Otto's implication.

"I'll have the realm told nothing! We were assaulted within our own walls, within our own beds!" Aegon spoke up almost immediately "Y/n, my brother's wife! The fucking princess almost beaten unconscious—being smuggled out?" He emphasised on the word brother, enraged even for his sister in law and the lack of his brother's presence when it must have mattered the most. "I will not be seen as weak!"

"You are already seen as weak aegon." Otto replied once again sending the king into a manic breakdown as he threw around more cups and vases. Otto theorised about how important it was to name Rhaenyra as a cruel person. Killer of infants, despite of whose direct orders those were. The narrative would be what they made.

"You would change, the blood that is on daemon's hand just to spite Rhaenyra." Y/n questioned, red eyes and characteristically on the verge of tears since she walked in here. Alicent found it so hard to look at her face, the cuts and bruises, poor thing. The heavy torment inside her head must be unimaginable, Alicent thought whilst holding y/n's hand a bit tighter. It felt like one of those moments when she was just a child, so many years ago. She would recall, the girl child was such a loner, always speaking in short words that is if spoken to. The shy little girl, who would just sit in a corner and colour or read. So much like her Aemond yet so different. When they would be in public settings, too many people, she would meekly hold Alicent's hand. Amongst all those unfamiliar faces. Little y/n just deemed Alicent familiar, comfortable. What was so wholesome years ago held such horror now. Alicent holding the lady's hand to provide her comfort her words won't be able to, the protection she could not. "Why won't you paint that man for the monster that he is?!" Y/n spoke as her voice broke, it felt unfair. Daemon not being held accountable yet again.

"Because, Daemon isn't the pretender to the throne. He would be the king consort. Banners are being declared for Rhaenyra, not in his name." Otto explained, to his preference narrative was just a useful toy. One name here or there did not make a difference.

"That is unfair." She said shaking her head, tears brimmed her eyes, taking in short breaths. In all these council meetings she did not speak up against Otto considering him respectable and more learned yet today, "how can you keep on accounting for him...again and again?!" Y/n asked but she was begging in agony. "Y-You were here. Always present. And you never did anything—all his heinous crimes! You always had the opportunity to hold him responsible and you did nothing!" She exclaimed, not being able to help herself as she thought back to a conversation at this very table. A conversation she must not have been there for, but the hand would have.

"It is perhaps your shock and grief speaking for you." Otto replied, not moved by the young lady's accusations at all. "I for one, do not understand your place of reference"

"When he murdered my mother!" Y/n said, growing more and more restless with her speech. Otto must be right, it was all the piled up grief inside of her speaking for her in this very moment but she could not let the monster that was her father be off the hook again, "You could've held a proper council, had him pay for what he did and we wouldn't be seeing this day today! We have that chance now and yet again you would rather Rhaenyra take the blame for his barbarism!"

Otto felt silent for a moment, the girl's rage was justified to the extent of him having no answer for her but he knew to trust his wit more, "I cannot undo...my regrets. I assure you I hold a lot of remorse in having a part in letting daemon go from daemon to the rogue prince and now this...monster. But if we don't do this, he would become king consort. The word consort is a feeble adjective." What he said was supposed to make sense to y/n but she could not see past the rage and need for vengeance she held against her father. Looking away, she wiped her tears. "A funeral progress. Let them see the child. Let them look upon the works of this pretender to the throne." Otto proposed once y/n was assuming-ly settled.

"Father" Alicent said with weary and concerned eyes, such tragedy being shouted out as a public funeral procession sounded so vain.

"My king..." Otto waited for Aegon's presumedly understood voice.

"No..." Aegon answered firmly "I will not have my little son's body dragged through the street like a dead dog." As he said that y/n felt nearly faint. To this very moment she did not accept that the child had passed.

"Not dragged, honoured." Otto corrected. "Escorted to the dragon pits to be burned as a Targaryen prince!" Otto went on and on about how he loved his grandson, his heart was in the right place with the grief yet the path he set was in accordance with the warpath. Just plots and schemes. Falling silent, paralysed y/n looked down to her lap. She refused to even register this conversation because it meant registering the fact that a darling child, Jahaerys...was gone.

Aegon couldn't stomach this proposal which came as an already arranged firm announcement either, looking around the room nobody said a word against the hand's plan. "You would say nothing?!" He demanded of y/n, why won't somebody help this mad notion. "Your dear nephew, have you nothing to add?" He was almost begging, hoping she would get the hand to change his mind for this funeral procession. She didn't, y/n just looked up at Aegon and then Alicent, tears in her eyes which just didn't seem to stop flowing. "Mother." Aegon called out when y/n couldn't speak up.

Leaving y/n's side Alicent walk's up to aegon, "the hand sets a difficult path, my darling. But it might be the right one." She told her inconsolable soul.

"Let the silent sisters ready the prince for his final journey." Otto said without waiting a moment for the king or anyone to come forth with opposition "And riding behind him, his mother the queen, the princess and the queen dowager."

"No, I do not wish to be spectacle." Alicent opposed instantly, the weariness and fright in y/n's eyes speaking the same "Especially y/n, not in this state. She can barely talk-stand, she has been terrorised. You can't simply—"

"The realm must see the sorrow of the crown. A sorrow best expressed through its gentle souls." Otto said followed by alicent sighing, then he looked at the side to y/n, "We need to display our heavily victimised as well" he said, the bleeding wounds on her face seemed like little trophies of sympathy to Otto. "I think you'll all agree the king himself must be spared."

-

A deafening silence lingered within Aemond, he had been out, sharpening out his swords, practising. Fucking practising on jute bags when he should've been there. Y/n was in Alicent's chambers because she could not walk into her own, couldn't even take in the sight of it. The thrashed furniture, from her struggling against the intruding gold cloak. The...the sack. In which he had stored the boy's head. Where the man had placed it in her chamber, at the entrance, it had created a circular stain of blood. Jahaerys's blood. She could not even think about the room within those four walls without picturing the insidious crime. She sat on the floor against the bed, windows open and soft white light of the day seeping in yet to y/n it still felt like a night of hailstorm. She didn't even look up to the footsteps of the stride coming inside the room, Aemond. He walked to her, kneeling down to the floor to her level.

Aemond was drenched with so much guilt in his heart, he felt pathetic to even breathe the same air as his lady wife. She had her face turned away from him, he could just see the small cuts on her face, the torn dress, still seeping out dried blood, her weary stature. It was all mortifying in the first place. He was so livid, with himself, with the intruder. Even with Larys, who informed him about the happenings at the last. By the time he rushed back inside the council was already done with. He had nothing he could say to y/n, no way of consoling her either.

It's not as if she would want to be consoled by him too, the emotional support he would want to offer her walked out with him when he walked out after their fight the previous night. With the disturbing things that had happened with her, she had almost forgotten the words he said. She couldn't even remember why she was crying before it all, that sick with grief. Aemond gently held her chin, hesitantly afraid she would turn him away. She had every right to do so. She didn't move him away, had no energy to do so. His heart sank as he saw the blood streaked stitches, poorly done and most of her wounds left untreated. "Why are these open?" He asked her softly, referring to her wounds, "Where are the maesters?"

"The hand, has asked for these to be left raw as they were planted." Y/n briefed him, her voice was so wavering, all that crying. "He means for them to be displayed for the funeral procession...so the realm can see" y/n scoffed softly as she repeated otto's exact words.

"You don't have to go." Aemond told her in a firm way, sure that he could get the hand to change his mind whether he liked it or not because y/n's comfort was his priority.

"No..." she trailed off, in agreement refraining to look at him her voice held no emotion. "But I do. I have to." She continued "Wouldn't want Haelena to be alone"

"Mother would be with her." Aemond added taking her hands in his softly, finally getting her to react to his presence as she looked down upon his gesture. Apparently to take her hands out of his grasp.

"But then I would be alone here..." She trailed off, a hint of frustration and fright in her tone. "I don't want to be alone."

"I would be with you, y/n." Aemond cooed softly fixing the loose strand of her hair, tucking it behind her ear as he leant forward. “You won’t be alone.”

"I find myself unable to put faith in you, Aemond." She breathed looking down, she felt like a cornered animal, just so scared and full of distrust. "...in your assurance. I'd rather not."

Aemond had nothing he could say to that. She did not trust the integrity of his principles and rightfully so. He knew he had broken that trust of security within her. "My heart, I apologise for the distress I have caused you. I did not mean any of it" he told her but the heaviness in his heart told him his words would change nothing. She couldn't talk either, bursting into tears and her stitches seemed to hurt because her face moved but she was so much numbed to the physical pain in comparison to how she felt inside. Aemond could just offer her his embrace in this time and that is what he did. Enlacing her into her arms, rubbing her back in soothing circles her let her cry into his chest. "They will pay for this." He muttered softly as he continued to hold her. Even with the pain he made her feel, the distrust and hurt she felt just in seeing Aemond could not let her turn away the familiarity of his comfort. His was the only comfort she had ever known.

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Once again clarifying that the brothel subplot is absolutely NON EXISTENT in this fic Aemond Targaryen is a lot of things but not a cheater <333

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[retro1919]

Go to sleep auntie kept whispering to Jalen keeping her big titty stuck in his mouth as he pulled away feavoursly on her titty grunting and groaning with intense pleasure eyes rolling back in his head UMH!!! UMH!!!! UMH!!! He kept grunting as Nora kept putting her sweetmilk in him after 10 more minutes of intense nursing he passed out sounds like I’m back here killing you she wispers pulling her titty out of Jalen’s mouth her nipple all shiny and wet with his saliva 🥛🍼😴💤!!!!!!

[waughymommy]

MOMMY KNOWS BEST ❣️

Chapter 20

            Brian awoke with a sopping wet diaper. He started to cry wanting out of the crib. He soon heard the door open as both women walked in. He immediately noticed that both of them were wearing nightgowns. Why would Samantha be wearing one of mommy’s nightgowns? But he was more concerned about his soggy diaper. “Oh mommy is here,” Rebecca cooed. “Let’s get you changed out of that icky diaper.”

            He laid on the changing table sucking his thumb while she cleaned him up. She decided to leave him in just his diaper for the afternoon. “Me no nakey,” he exclaimed indignantly.

            “Babies don’t mind at all. Besides, that way mommy can tell when you need changing. Now let’s go snuggle. Mommy and Auntie need to talk to you about something.”

            The three walked out into the living room. They sat down on the couch and Rebecca sat him on her lap. “Mommy thinks you can be a big boy for a few minutes.” Brian felt his grown-up mind in control again. “First off, I want you to know that mommy loves you with all of her heart. I am so happy to be your mommy. Mommy would never leave you. Mommy knows that you love being a baby. But,” she paused. Brian felt apprehensive.

            “But mommy knows that its hard for you to be a big boy now. I need you to know that you cannot be both my baby and my husband. That isn’t fair to mommy.”

            Brian grew upset and tears began to flow. He got off of her lap and cried out, “I’m not a baby, I’m not a baby. I can go back to being your husband. We can forget all of this and go back to how it was. Please!”

            “Brian, please don’t be like this. I’m not mad or angry at you, but I think you know deep down that you don’t want to go back to being a big boy. You are happier as mommy’s baby. Brian this isn’t up to you anymore.

            Brian sobbed, “Please let me try being a big boy.” He dropped to his knees begging for her to hear his plea. He felt his bladder release and he peed his diaper.

            “Brian, look at me. What did you just do in your diaper? Big boys don’t pee themselves. You aren’t a big boy. I want you to repeat after me. I am just a baby.” she instructed. He looked down at his swollen diaper. She was absolutely right and he was always going to be her baby. “I’m a baby,” he repeated over and over again.

            Something clicked in his brain and he knew exactly who and what he was. He was a baby and she was his mommy. He stuck his thumb in his mouth and decided to show her just how much of a baby he was. With a grunt, he filled the back of his diaper, “Me went poopy mommy.”

            “Mommy is so proud of you,” Rebecca said. “There is one more thing you need to know. Auntie Samantha is going to move in with us and help take care of you. I want you to also start calling her mommy.”

            Brian was shocked, but knew his old life was over. This was his new world. His only response was that he wanted to nurse. Rebecca placed him laid him on her lap and he started to suckle. He tasted a few drops of milk. As he quietly nursed, Rebecca knew that he would never again object to being a baby again. Maybe it was the effects of the file she had played or maybe his deep-seated desires had completely taken over. Whatever the case, his transformation was complete.

 

The End

[derrell1919]

Shhhh go to sleep shhhh go to sleep auntie Carla kept wispering to Jalen over and over putting her sweetmilk in him as he grunted and groaned with intense pleasure eyes rolling back in his head auntie putting sweetmilk all up in that baby she wispers after 20 minutes of intense nursing Jalen passes out she pulls her titty out of his mouth her nipple all wet with his saliva 🥛🍼😴💤!!!!

[aspureasamelody]

Known Bailey Family members:

Clay Bailey

(Golden child of the family. A gentle giant, a fervent bookworm, and a very skilled cowboy, farmhand, and rancher. A natural-born prodigy. Often feels crushed under the weight of expectations from his father, but still tries very hard to be what his daddy wants him to be. Gradually learns to stand his ground, but still has difficulties with buckling to his family.)

Jesse Bailey

(Clay's baby sister. Black sheep of the family, ran away to join an infamous biker gang out of resentment when her frustrations and loneliness reached a head. Openly antagonistic towards Clay because she felts his talents overshadowed her, but they were very close when they were younger.)

Daddy Bailey

(Patriarch of the family. Well-intentioned but hard-headed and old-fashioned, to the heavy detriment of his kids and his relationship with them.)

Momma Bailey

(Always knows what gifts Clay likes best.)

Granny Lily

(Clay's greatest fear. Gives hard cheek pinches and wet kisses that, as a kid from a southern family, Clay is really not allowed to refuse.)

Grandpappy Jeb

[No image available; only mentioned (TCG)]

(wears diapers, stays in a nursing home. Scrappy fighter who Clay has apparently fought before when he escaped his nursing home)

Cousin Buford

"Whew. I thought my cousin Buford was big. I'd hate to see what that fella [Cyclops] puts away for breakfast."

[No image available; only mentioned (Sizing Up Omi)]

(Is BIG, big enough to that even Clay was impressed at his size, but nowhere near as big as Cyclops)

Auntie May

"This place is creepier than auntie may givin' herself a sponge bath."

[No image available; only mentioned (The Emperor Scorpion Strikes Back)]

(Apparently gives herself sponge baths; implied Clay accidentally walked in on that at least once)

Uncle Otis

"Poor little fella's gonna last as long as a dab of gravy on my uncle Otis's lower lip."

[No image available; only mentioned (The Emperor Scorpion Strikes Back)]

(Apparently loves gravy)

Auntie Clarabelle

"Yeah, I'm not the one yellower than a slice of auntie Clarabelle's lemon silk custard pie."

[No image available; only mentioned (The Black Vipers)]

(Makes a very decadent lemon silk custard pie that Jesse apparently likes)

[silverhallow]

Prompt request : Sophie's reaction to being called Auntie Soph for the first time.

Chosen Family

It had been a whirlwind few days Sophie had to admit as she woke the day before her wedding to Benedict.

From Benedict screaming at her in Number 5, to her being chased by the Bow Street Runners and her subsequent arrest, to her thinking she was either going to be sent to Australia or Hung for theft to Benedict arriving in the jail, declaring her his fiancee and her punching Lady Penwood to being a day away from marrying the love of her life…

She’d thought her emotions could take no more but the biggest surprise had come that morning as she broke her fast.

She was sitting in the breakfast room at Aubrey Hall, having arrived the day before as this was where she and Benedict were to marry.

Kate had woken up early and was escorting her two year old son Edmund downstairs. She was a little late getting down to break her own fast as Edmund had been upset, he had wanted Sophie to come help him with his blocks and Kate had to explain that she had to eat first and it had taken a little while to get him to calm down.

She adored and was amazed at how quickly Edmund had taken to Sophie, normally he took a long time to warm up to strangers, something Violet had said Anthony had been like when he was a toddler but from the moment Anthony had taken Edmund to breakfast at his mother’s and saw the new Ladies maid, he’d been infatuated with her, almost as much as Benedict was and she’d become his favourite person and he was always asking for her and how they were all under one roof, it had gotten even worse.

“Slow down Neddy” Kate called from the end of the hallway as she watched her son running towards the breakfast room, excited, as Kate had said that he could ask Sophie if she could play with him after breakfast if she didn’t have any wedding plans to attend to.

They’d explained to him last night that she was marrying his Uncle Benedict and that from tomorrow she would be his Auntie Sophie and that she was going to live with Uncle Ben, they’d not yet broken it to him that they wouldn’t be living in London, kate wasn’t sure how he’d take that news. Hyacinth hadn’t taken it very well and well Kate just hoped that Edmund wouldn’t realise.

“NO AMMA, NEDDY SEE NITTY FEE!” Edmund called back and just carried running and Kate had to lift her skirts to chase her son, grateful that the nurse had Miles that morning as he was still sleeping.

Kate got to the door just as Edmund pushed the door open as hard as his little two year old hands could, beaming as he looked at his family, his little eyes looking around for Sophie who was sitting next to his Uncle Ben and he left out a happy squeal “NITTY FEE!!!” he called and Sophie who had been mid conversation with Ben blinked.

“Nitty?” she asked confused, she’d never heard him say that word before and she had no idea what it meant.

“I think he means Auntie” Kate said as she followed her son in, “Eloise is Nitty El…”

Edmund nodded “Nitty Fee Like Nitty El and Nitty Fan… Papa said you Nitty as you mawwy Uddle Ben”

“Oh” Sophie said, her green eyes filling with tears.

“Soph?” Benedict said, looking at her concerned.

“I says somefing wong?” Edmund said as he arrived as Sophie’s side and saw the wetness in her eyes and knowing it was tears

“No!” Sophie said softly as she sniffed and wiped her eyes and nose “not at all Neddy, it’s just… it’s the first time i’ve been called an Auntie… it… it just made everything real…” she said as she stood up and bent down and hugged him.

Benedict watched his soon to be with, visible hearts in his eyes and the rest of the Bridgerton’s at breakfast just smiled. Sophie had fit in with their family from the get go and tomorrow it would be official.

And for Sophie, she wasn’t just gaining a husband, she was gaining a family. The one thing she’d always wanted, the thing she’d wanted more than anything from the age of 3 years old. She wouldn’t just be a wife from tomorrow, she was going to be an Auntie, a sister, a daughter and as she hugged little Edmund who whispered in her ear “I wuv you mostest Nitty Fee” she couldn’t help the tears falling.

Everything was just perfect, and absolutely worth the wait.

[mugentakeda]

as soon as ursa registered that the person that just stepped into the garden was a messenger dressed in white, she knew her nephew was dead.

he'd only departed for ba sing se a few weeks ago. she'd gotten one hawk from him while he was still on his way to the faraway city- passionate descriptions about the beautiful earth kingdom terrain and scenery, his nervousness and dread, how much he already missed the kids and her and home.

she already knew he didn't want to go. just a month shy of 600 days did lu ten manage to hold off on joining his father in his divine quest, to get the capital of the earth kingdom to finally surrender. holding strong to his decision, despite pressure and badgering from every direction. ursa never cared. she knew ozai cared, firelord azulon cared, the whole council and nobility cared- but ursa has always cursed the council and nobility anyway. she knows her nephew's heart is true and hardworking even if he's not the most open about his patriotism, and knows that he's always been stubborn and independent. spirits, if she was a prince, she isn't sure that she'd want to spend her first big military venture in her father's shadow either. iroh had respected his son's wishes without a fight, just like ursa knew her honorable brother-in-law would, and left for ba sing se alone. that should've been the end of that.

azula told her (rather sourly) that the strange navy fellow that lu ten had been peers with while training under admiral jeong jeong managed to convince him otherwise. how, her daughter wasn't sure, and wasn't pleased. ursa had asked lu ten about it not much later, easily confessing to her nephew that she heard through the lychee-grape vine that he'd changed his mind about ba sing se- but he'd been cagey and evasive, and offered no real explanation. the evening later, he promptly announced at dinner that he'd be departing from the fire nation in the next couple days to join his father. and looked like he wanted to vomit afterwards, as firelord azulon put a weathered hand on his shoulder and shook him with satisfaction. she waited up late that night, praying he'd sneak to her chambers, so they could discuss the matter in whispers. but he never showed.

ursa had found him early the next morning, before agni even peeked over the horizon, tending to his beloved jogekama yari.

he sat up straight at the sound of her footsteps on the tile, and sighed heavily. as usual, lu ten knew it was his aunt without looking (unbeknownst to ursa, over the previous years, he'd been memorizing the sound of everyone in the family's footsteps. that way, he could mentally prepare himself for the interaction- lest the footsteps belong to ozai.).

I don't feel like being interrogated right now, auntie, he'd muttered. the young prince didn't sound angry, but terribly drained, and terribly defeated. the days where she could take one look at him and know exactly what was going through his head were long gone, sadly.

i'm sorry, she'd replied sadly. I just wanted to make sure you were truly alright. because… well, ever since I married your uncle….

his face pinched and he looked back down at his spear in silence. the hot morning air was heavy with foreboding. the rest went unspoken, as such things usually do in this suffocating palace they both call home. I think of you as my own.

she'd watched him grow up. she'd been there when his voice dropped, when he started growing sideburns, when he came home from shu jing armed with a mighty staff and bursting in pride, when the first sparks of lightning erupted from his hands and he made history. lu ten had been the only one to check in on her after she gave birth to zuko, and then the same with azula. he held them in his arms before ozai did. he'd been the one to choose azula's wet nurse when ursa was too sickened and depressed to eat well enough to breastfeed her baby girl. he was the one present for azula's first words and first steps- which is all now a secret between them that he's literally taken to the grave. her children's big brother in spirit, ursa's little brother and son from another mother.

the hands clutching the scroll tremble in despair and rage. what will happen now? her only teammate is gone. the one person in the whole world that truly went out of his way to look out for her and hers is gone. i'm not strong enough to hold him off on my own, my nephew, she thinks.

ursa bites the inside of her cheek until it bleeds to quell the tears welling up. you won't ever see him again. you're going to have to get used to living without him. he's never coming home. his father didn't keep him safe. it's over.

[renee-writer]

The Changeling Chapter 11

AO3

His sister ‘s eyes narrow at the wagon pulling under the arches, until she sees himself and Murtagh.

 

“Jamie Fraser! Why didn’t you send word you were coming?” A sudden stop at the sight of Claire and the wee bundle in her arms, “Who be this then?”

 

“Jenny, allow me to introduce my wife, Claire and our son, William.”

 

“The hell you say!” Ian arrives just then. He looks from his wife to the wagon, taking in Murtagh, Jamie, the strange lass and child, the goats. His eyebrows go up.

 

“Jamie, my lad, you always knew how to make an entrance. Murtagh.” He nods politely.

 

“Ian, Jenny.” He dismounts. Jamie climbs out of the wagon, helping Claire out.

 

“Ian Murray, allow me to introduce…”

 

“His wife and son.” Jenny can’t keep still, “years with barely a word and now you arrive with a wife and son?”

 

“Claire and William.” He says to Ian, “It is a long story. Let us see to the animals and we will tell it.”

 

“It be a good one.” Murtagh was told all of Claire ‘s tale on the way. He accepted it because that is what Jamie has done and because it explains the queerness surrounding her.

 

“I will get someone to see to them. You look exhausted. Let’s get you sat down.” Ian says. He soon has lads taken care of the animals and seeing to their luggage.

 

They sit in the great room, drinks in hand.

 

“All or nothing.” They decided. Either the Murray ‘s will know everything or Claire will just be someone he meet and married, with William their birth son. The truth, being easier and trust being necessary, they decided to tell all. Starting with Murtagh ‘s rescue of her.

 

“The lass has herself in a fine state. That bastard, Randall, had her pinned to a tree about to violate her. I knocked him out and then her when she was fixing to yell out. Took her to Dougal.”

 

“I had injured my shoulder. We were bidding our time in an old cabin, waiting on the Redcoats to clear away and debating what to do about my shoulder. Murtagh dragged her in and sat her in the middle of us…

 

I told her all. How I got my stripes, about dad, everything. There was an immediate trust between us.

 

Marriage was Nae sacrifice. I kicked up some, to put on a show,” Ian laughs, “but she was exactly who I wanted.”

 

“I heard him crying. The sound was haunting. I knew he needed a healer’s touch so I ran up to him. He was near death. His lungs full of inflammation. I knew what to do. Jamie found us, tried to warn me.  I couldn’t  just leave him to die. “

 

“When we knew he was going to live, I told Colum he was ours, that she had hidden her state. He wanted to believe me, so he did.” They explain Laoghaire and their fears. The flight away from Castle Leoch, the hurries journey home.

 

“He is a changeling?” it is the first thing Jenny has said. She listened to their story without interrupting.

 

“He was. Now he is our son, your nephew, William Henry Fraser.”

 

If they accept him, then they will tell them where Claire came from. Everyone seems to hold their breathes.

 

“A great many lasses that find themselves in trouble place their babies out for the fairies. It be easier than facing their family. He may have been such. It is good you took him in. A blessing. You will be in need of a wet nurse?”

 

A relieved Claire nods. “Yes. We have been giving him goat’s milk but…”

 

“Aye. Give him over,” She raises and hands her son to his auntie, “Maggie, your niece, has just been weaned. I still have milk.” She works her laces loose and places him at her breast. He eagerly takes the offered nipple.

 

“Welcome to the family, Claire.” Ian says. She grins.

 

“Thank you.”

 

“You are the lass Jamie was meant to marry. Sassanach or no,” A shake of her head, “Sometimes there is no denying the heart,” She meets her eyes, “Do you love him? I ask because the marriage was one of necessity to you.”

 

“I understand. Yes, I love him. I didn’t mean too but, as you said, the heart wants what it wants. I wouldn’t  change anything, if I could,” a grin, “well maybe meeting Randall.”

 

Her sister-in-law smiles. “Aye. No one the dastardly lad has meet feels different.”

[retro1919]

Go to sleep shhh go to sleep auntie Eve wispers to Jalen over and over keeping her 48NN titty stuck in his mouth as he grunted and groaned with intense pleasure eyes rolling back in his head UNH!!!! UNH!!!!! UNH!!!! Jalen grunted each time she strokes her titty shouting her sweetmilk in him go to sleep eve wispers after each grunt and groan after 20 minutes of intense nursing he passed out the blacker the titty the sweeter the milk she wispers pulling her titty out of Jalen’s mouth her nipple all wet with his saliva 🍼🥛😴💤!!!!!

[waughymommy]

MOMMY KNOWS BEST 💖😘

Chapter 17

            Friday dawned bright and clear. Rebecca was so excited that she could barely sleep. Today was the big reveal. Brian’s training over the week was better than she could have ever anticipated, but she couldn’t have done it without Samantha’s help. She kept regressed just enough throughout the day that Brian was growing more and more comfortable when he was little. He grew more accustomed to freely wetting his diaper both at home and at work. But Rebecca was most curious to see how powerful the hypnotic training had been. Time would tell.

            Brian snuggled over to her expecting to nurse. This had become part of their morning routine. As he nursed, she tried to imagine how well he would transition to sleeping in his crib. All week she had debated whether or not he would sleep in his nursery permanently or just on occasion, but as the week progressed, she started seeing him differently. She saw him less and less as her husband, but as her baby. Although, he nursed from her daily, her sexual desire for him diminished. This was not to say that she loved him any less, but the relationship was transforming.

            After a few minutes, she got him off into the shower. While he cleaned up, she prepared him a bottle. He seemed so peaceful and content while he drank his bottle and she got him diapered and dressed. As it neared the time for him to leave, she broke the news, “When you get home sweetie, mommy has a big surprise for you.” Like the inpatient toddler he was becoming, he pleaded with her to tell him what it was, but she refused to budge. “Alright off you go, you will know the surprise soon enough. Know be good for Samantha.” She kissed his cheek, “Mommy loves you. “

            As Brian drove to work, he noticed that he felt different this morning. The apprehension and anxiety that plagued him every morning seemed to have dissipate. For the first time, he felt truly comfortable wearing his diapers while not regressed. Although it was scary how easily he could be regressed, he was starting to be at peace with it. He knew that he would be taken care of.

            He arrived at his building and casually strolled to his office. He sat down and reveled in the thickness of his diaper. Maybe more people would understand if they just gave it a try. Very soon, Samantha made her presence known came in. “Good morning baby,” she said in a chipper mood.

            “Hi auntie,” he replied with an equally cheerful tone.

            “Well, aren’t you in a good mood this morning?” she enquired.

            Brian eagerly nodded, “Mmmmmhmmm, mommy told me she has a big surprise for me tonight.”

            Samantha feigned surprise. She and Rebecca had daily check ins, so she knew what was in store. “Is that so, that sounds super exciting. Now I looked at your schedule and you don’t have any meetings today. A lot of people took a long weekend, so the office is pretty quiet today. So I was thinking that since you will be in here all day, that it would be easier if you were just in your onesie and diaper. That way I can see if you need changing.”

            Brian started to object, but then decided against it. He popped his thumb into his mouth and relaxed his bladder. Samantha could see that he was peeing right in front of her and just smiled, “Are you going potty in your diaper silly boy?” Brian just nodded. She reached into his work bag which Rebecca had transformed into his daily diaper bag. She pulled out his sippy cup and got him some juice. She handed it to him as she called him over to stand in front of her. She took off his clothes, leaving him with only his onesie and saggy diaper. She unsnapped it to inspect the state of his diaper. She was content that he could go a little while longer before she changed him. She reached into his bag again and pulled out his pacifier which she clipped to his onesie.

            The hours seemed to tick by so slowly. He was so excited for his surprise that he could hardly focus. By lunchtime, he had wet two more times and his diaper was about to burst. Samantha came into to check on him. “Come show me your diaper, sweetie.” He walked from around the desk and stood in front of her. His diaper was so full that if he hadn’t been wearing his onesie, it might have fallen right off of him. “Oh baby, you are absolutely soaked.” She laid him on the couch and got him changed. As he sat up, she told him to stay there and that she would be right back.

            She returned holding a bottle of milk. “Why do you have a bottle, I have my sippy cup,’ Brian asked looking confused.

            “Oh now you think you are big boy?” she chuckled. “I see a little baby who didn’t ask his auntie to use the potty. Sooo I think that makes you just a little baby, huh?” she teased. She patted her lap, inviting him to lay his dead while she gave him his bottle. Brian capitulated without much fuss and laid down on her lap.

            Brian looked at Samantha’s smiling face as he nursed the bottle. Her fingers ran through his hair and she started to softly hum. He felt so little, so vulnerable, but so peaceful too. He felt a trickle of milk run down the side of his mouth. With his belly full of milk, he became drowsy, and his eyes grew heavy. He felt the familiar twinge in his bladder and let go without a moment’s hesitation. When he had finished his bottle, Samantha told him to lay on the couch so that he could take a short nap. He was out soon as his head touched the cushion. Samantha grabbed his pacifier and brushed his lips with it. His eyes fluttered open for a second as he opened his mouth. Samantha stood over him for a moment and smiled. She turned off the light and quietly closed the door. As she went back to her desk, a coworker asked why she had exited Brian’s office so gingerly. “Oh, Mr. Sullivan has a bit of migraine and I suggested that he lay down for a bit,” she said, hoping they bought it. Satisfied with the answer, he walked on about is business.

            Forty-five minutes later, Samantha gently rubbed his back and woke him up. “Lets check that diaper before we get back to work. Oh my goodness, you are wet,” she remarked. Brian remembered being fed the bottle, but couldn’t recall wetting himself, “I, I don’t even remember peeing,” he said with panic creeping back into his voice.

            “Hey, its not big deal. That’s why you have your diapers. There is nothing for you to worry about. Enjoy the fact that you don’t even have to think about the potty,” she replied. “Now lets get a little more work done and then it will be time for you to go see your big surprise,” she said cheerfully. The mention of his surprise perked him up and his worry instantly subsided.

[writingsofwesteros]

The ladies anatomy:

Rhaenys walking to stand behind alicents seat. Turning her slowly to spread her thighs. A pretty louboutin heel rises up and rests on the chair between alis legs. Till it's pressing the vibrator harder against her. "Listen to them. Nurse Estermont has such a sweet giggle. no-no don't cum, you silly whore" she says stroking alis cheek.

"mr. Velaryon, you cannot keep hogging the line, I have duties" Sonja chastises blushing. Biting her lip. Corlys only chuckles "perhaps I should visit then, so we can keep your phone open"

Robyn would wait for jace to sign out. Looking when he walks Back, pushing her breasts up in her blouse. "I need your phone number for you to sign out" robyn says smirking. Jace stutters trying to hide his hard on and trying to remember the number. He Then says "why are you not tapping it on the computer?" Full of nerves the boy was. Robyn giggles "I never said the hospital needed it"

Joffrey's ego rising at siennas praise. "Let's see how quick you are to....More stimulation"she sighs her head lowering till his tip is in her mouth. "Now listen to aunty and stay still" she winks. Joffrey would struggle so hard

Jaime coming to get Stev once her shift ends. Having promised to drive her home. His phone ringing when their kisses start to escalate. Again. "It's cersei" he says. "Don't answer it" she whispers pulling him closer. "i-I need to" he stutters as she falls to her knees. "And who would answer you If you were in trouble? Not her " Stev counters. Jaime whimpers looking down at Stev. Pressing red on the phone before his hand sinks to her hair "you fucking would" he says.

Serra's eyes widen as she realizes Sandors size once and for all in the small vehicle. "Show me how strong you are" she whispers rising to her knees. "Show me" she nearly begs.

Alicent whines and flutters those doe eyes up at her. "Please....I'll be good." She begins to beg so sweetly as the chair is completely coated with her wetness. The dress she wore now unbuttoned and showing off the lace bra Rhaenys had bought her.

"You can't keep visiting..somebody may suspect.. " She whispered into the phone to Corlys who only chuckled. Oh if his pretty girl only knew.

Jace would be blushing madly now especially as Robyn leans in and presses a soft kiss to his cheek. "I do believe we will see each other again very soon." She whispered out her promise as he could only stare at those soft looking lips.

"I wonder how long you will last, " She gently teases him as her tongue slowly moves up and down his thick, twitching length. She drools and the act is so messy whilst Joffrey only grips the chair harder.

Jaime grunts as she takes his fat cock completely ; face pressed against his stomach and he can't stop the slow rocking of his hips as his stomach is already tightening up.

"Such a greedy whore.'" Sandor groans as he lifts her up; her legs to her head as he begins to sink in. Gods, none of her toys had ever been this big and in this position...she feels so stuffed

[starksbabie]

sweetest slumber [blurb.]

event masterlists: nyx’s half, eun’s half 

summary: Natasha brings her infant daughter home from the hospital, she reflects on all she went through to get to this point while her newborn sleeps on her chest.

featured from the Romanoff family: Natasha Romanoff (mom), Evva (infant daughter) 

warnings: None other than some heart-melting fluff

an: Thank you for reading this fun little peace from the “aww, avengers” kid fic collection. I hope you enjoy it! As always reblogs are deeply appreciated as that is how our blogs grow.

Natasha sets the infant car seat on top of the dresser in the nursery, the room that she’s spent hours decorating, making sure each piece coordinates and is comforting but not overstimulating. She gently undoes the latches and lifts out the itty-bitty bundle that is her sleeping daughter Evva. Natasha sits in the rocking chair by the window and rests the infant on her chest, making sure she’s comfortable and warm as she gently rocks.

Through all her years of first being an assassin, then being an avenger, she never allowed herself to have this dream. She relegated herself to just being auntie Nat, but nothing could compare to this feeling: the amazing warmth she felt when the nurse handed her Evva, just a day prior.

The auburn-haired ex-assassin looks out the window and almost cannot believe that this is her life. That she is finally getting the chance she always wanted to be a mom. She’s so thankful for the adoption agency for approving her, and for the young woman who chose her to be Evva’s mom.

Evva shifts in her arms and she glances down at the chubby-cheeked cherub resting against her and smiles, “it’s okay, detka, you’re safe. I swear I will never let anything happen to you,” she presses a soft kiss to her daughter’s forehead as she settles back into sleep.

She thinks about all the firsts she’s going to get to experience right along with Evva. First smile, first steps, first day of school, first time at the gun range, old habits die hard after all. Natasha doesn’t even realize that she’s crying until the first tear drips off her chin. She wipes her face and snuggles her baby closer.

Evva stirs and wakes as she’s shuffled and looks up at her mom, letting out a soft sound.

Natasha looks down at her and smiles, her voice a little wet as she speaks, “I’m sorry, detka. I didn’t mean to wake you,” she keeps gently rocking in the chair hoping to keep Evva settled. 

Evva yawns gently and stretches out, grabbing a fistful of her mom’s shirt before closing her eyes again, resting her head over Natasha’s heart and letting the gentle rocking motion of the chair, and the soft dun-dun of her mother’s heart lull her back to sleep.

Natasha thanks her lucky stars that she seems to have a calm baby, but who knows what the next weeks, and months will bring. All she knows is that she is excited for this new chapter, where she finally gets to be exactly who she wants to be.

[faemoona]

these are some of the initial concepts i did of the cast for TBPD 

Left to right, top row: Odette (Silas' younger sister), Silas, Luri, Kiara and Estelle (Kiaras adopted sister and platonic life partner)  L to R, Bottom: Agnes (Luri's new nanny), Fawks (Luri's new teacher), Lennox (Silas best friend and personal guard) and Faust (Kiara's older sibling figure and owner of the circus she works at) 

more detailed info under cut

Theres also some bonus art of them when theyre younger, this series is going to feature a lot of flashbacks lol. Odettes colors are the one with the loose hair btw, she was initially blue but i tweaked it so shed resemble her mother more. 

Fawks and Estelle are pixies! magical attendants to the dragons. the dragons being the royal family hence the name lol. Fawks is a scholar and theyre actually pretty well known while Estelle is the bastard child of one of the five pixies families who keeps her pixie-ness a secret. 

Estelle, Faust, Odette and Lennox are major secondary characters. Estelle a sweet but often bumbling and prone to panic. shes also very very magical even for a pixie and is a force of nature whos often underestimated. She sticks to Kiara like glue and the pair are rarely apart. 

Faust is the fox spirit guardian of Kiara and Estelle. Self appointed big sister and auntie to Luri. Faust is a shapeshifter whos gender fluxtuates with their whims. He uses exclusively feminine referentials (auntie, sister, maam, lady) Faust us much older than he looks and is a fragment of another spirit that split into three and has a mysterious past, but thats neither here nor their. Faust is quite happy with their circus and the little family theyve made for themself and they are Luri's beloved bougie aunt. I havent had a chance to go in and change it but Faust is a gray/ silver fox not a red one

Odette is silas' younger sister as i mentioned and she, unlike silas, never cared to appease her parents. shes thought of as a stain on the family reputation due to her debaucherously lifestyle and materialistic nature. Shes thought to be one of the most beautiful women in the country, Just like her mother. However Odette is also a very strong person. Shes very loyal to the few in her circle and uses her beauty and influence as a weapon. She can be kind of off putting at time and has an odd sense of humor but shes kind at her core. She and Silas are very close, as the only ones who can truly understand what the other is dealing with and once she gets Luri in her sights she becomes the most doting aunt youve ever seen. she loves fashion and specifically buying and ordering custom dresses for Luri, whom she rightfully thinks is the cutest child shes ever met

Lennox is Silas' personal guard and best friend. his only healthy non-familial relationship besides Kiara. Lennox's mother was Silas' wet nurse and they were raised side by side. Lennox is loyal to a fault and is a big slab of beef. hes a himbo through and through and doesnt pick up on social cues well. Hes also an established warrior who helped silas take down those folks i mentioned in the other post. despite this hes a very silly guy who Luri warms up to quickly. He also has a weird quirk of referring to everybody besides his sister as sir, maam or lord. even silas who hes known his whole life is not exempt. Silas has told him time and time again its okay to call him by his name but lennox will not do it. he has a comically large sword, seemingly endless energy and a boisterous and friendly demeanor that makes him easy to get along with. 

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Ohhh pls tell me about Nicky and Booker, and Primo!! (for the wip tag game)

Hi 🥰 Nicky and Booker is a real bummer, about their first mission together— things go wrong, and their roles are forced to reverse a bit, with Nicolo getting really depressed and Booker being forced into more of a caretaking role first the first time since his sons. Realizing that Nicky isn’t the perfectly even keeled immortal that he tries to present himself as to Booker, and that Booker misses taking care of people.

Sebastien dropped another log on the fire— Nicholas would shake his head at him if he could see. He could picture it in his mind’s eye. Nicholas had that way about him. He seemed to be no more than a young man, until he met Sebastien’s eyes. Then it was plain to see— that ageless condescension in his pale gaze, a twist of his lips like he held a secret.

Sebastien swallowed around the flicker of irritation that sparked in him. Nicholas hadn’t seen. It didn’t matter. And even if he had, he doubted his companion would be capable of anything more than the shocked blankness he’d fixed on Sebastien when they arrived, bloodied rosary clacking in his trembling grip.

A sudden crush of guilt clenched around his chest, and he sucked in a breath. He wasn’t being fair. What was the point of getting angry at the thought of a smirk? Trapped in a cabin with no one but each other, what purpose did his annoyance serve?

It serves as a reminder, a voice whispered as he gazed into the blaze of the hearth. You don’t care about these people— they are not your family.

Sebastien hissed out a breath, and shook his head clear.

This wouldn’t help anyone.

Nicholas was struggling.

When he’d taken Sebastien’s sleeve, he’d looked as if he was drawn out on a page, just two dimensions of a man with wide eyes and spatters of red across his ashen skin. He���d never seen him look so lost, so out of control— maybe with his soul bared to Yusuf, or with Andrea's arm slung around him after a hard mission.

But, now it was only Sebastien.

The silence dragged on, broken only by the howl of the wind outside, and the slosh of the water in the basin as Nicholas tried to scrub the blood away. A moat of orange candlelight through the canvas screen illuminated a half of a silhouette, where he could make out a hunched form and wet, snowy hair flopping over his forehead. His long nose dripped water off of its tip, into the basin where his hands disappeared, hidden from the dim light.

The world felt so terribly small.

ANNNNNND PRIMO! Primo FINAL is a 3 +1 fic from Stefano’s perspective, on his first visit home to see the family after moving to the big city. Stefano is 17-18, Primo is 13-14.

Leo sighed, taking his cigarette from between his lips so he could scrub a hand down his sweaty face. “Ay, you’ve missed so much. You… you missed the funeral.”

He shifted in his seat. Mighty God, that fucking funeral. “Auntie wouldn’t go. We’d barely been in the flat a week before we got the news, and she, well. Auntie doesn’t travel so good.” There was a reason he’d been sent to live with her in Rome, it wasn’t out of the kindness of her heart.

Her health was only so so. Stefano was more of a nurse than a nephew some days.

“Was it really such an event?” It wasn’t as if he had disliked his aunt. But, Natalia Nizzuto was… nervous. She medicated her nerves, and… well, she was foreign, she was prone to outbursts, she had a drug habit and none of the good sense to hide it— she wasn’t liked. Even auntie had waved it away as she’s not blood family.

Leo blinked at him. “No, no, not really, but the months since have been, they’ve been worrisome.” He stumbled a little on the words, wincing at his own clumsiness.

There was something dreadful sinking Stefano’s gut, taking another drag. “You mean Primo.”

“I mean Primo and Ludovico.” He countered, “Your family’s making quite the spectacle of themselves— your cousin takes most of it. He’s…” Stefano braced himself, Leo gesturing in an aborted motion like he could drag the right word out of the humid air, “He’s unpredictable, he’s rash. There’s rumors, too.”

“Rumors about what?”

“What d’you mean, rumors about what? Rumors!” Leo sighed, shoulders slumping. “He may have inherited his mother’s madness.”

Stefano didn’t think before he scoffed, waving the butt of his cigarette dismissively through the air. “No, no— he’s odd, yes. You’d be odd, too, if you lived like he did, but he’s not crazy.”

“Perhaps not, but…” the premature wrinkle in Leo’s forehead furrowed deeper “but he’s not well, either. And since the funeral, Ludovico has stopped trying to hide it.”

“It?”

“It.”

😬😬😬 you tapped into the angst vein, my beloved. These are two of my most special projects, though 🥰 thanks for playing!