#baby bunnies recently born!

[sakurastarkey]

❀ Two baby bunnies born at a farm I visited, so cute!! 🥰

[capcollector]

BUNNY LEE SANTOS - SOLE SURVIVOR OF VAULT 111

PRE-WAR

Born June 14th, 2045 (32 in 2077)

Originally from Los Angeles, Bunny doesn’t really consider her life beginning until she landed her first modeling jobs. She became a highly sought after model, often photographed for commercial print and fashion, but she really took off once she began doing pin-ups. Her career as a pin-up girl made her famous, and everyone wanted to have Bunny Santos around. She was a party girl, known for her charm, quick wit, and dirty sense of humor. When it came to drinking and smoking and partying all night long, she could handle her own against just about anyone. 

After many years living it up in LA with plenty of celebs, Bunny decided to move to New York for work. The change of scenery was nice, and she was still getting to continue the exciting lifestyle she’d grown accustomed to. At some point around 2075 or so, Bunny was invited as a special guest/entertainment for soldiers and veterans in Boston, and she decided to attend. And though she didn’t know it at the time, this was a decision that was going to alter her life forever. Here she met Nate, a soldier who’d recently been discharged due to a leg injury. 

What she just assumed was a little playful flirting soon spiraled into actual dates. And initially, she really did have fun. A part of her really did fall in love with Nate. But just as suddenly he sprang a marriage proposal on her and she felt like she couldn’t say no. The two were married within a year of meeting. 

Nate was a very adamant man. Someone who could be a little too dramatic for her liking, but she knew he meant well. Nate was determined to reenter the civilian workforce, and he dreamed of living that idyllic suburban lifestyle. Bunny, who made exponentially more money than he did, offered to buy a nice townhouse or apartment for them in the heart of Boston (since Nate insisted they lived in MA), but he refused, and the two landed in the suburbs, much to Bunny’s dismay. Suddenly it felt like her life was on hold, cut short by forces out of her control. She was no longer Bunny Santos, the favorite pin-up girl of the stars who always had a story to tell or party trick to perform. She was Bunny Santos, housewife. But she’d flash that million dollar smile and put on this role for Nate because…that’s what she’s supposed to do, right? As she had her internal crises, she discovered she was pregnant on top of all of this too. She wasn’t planning on this, but in its own way it made her feel less alone. Like she had someone to talk to, even if he was just a baby. Having Shaun gave her something to work for (ever the busybee). 

THE WAR & 200 YEARS LATER

And of course, everything is completely upended. And though at the first the shock and loss seems too great a tragedy for her to bear, the end of the world became its own strange blessing in disguise. She found the freedom she’d been looking for again. She didn’t have to hide who she was anymore. Her life was her own again. That isn’t to say she wanted Nate dead, not at all. He was her husband, the father of her child, the charismatic man she’d met that evening who took her on some fantastic dates. She loved him. But she didn’t like him. She always felt like she inadvertently had to hide parts of herself to become this image of what he wanted their life together to be, and now that the world’s gone to shit and she’s on her own again, she can be in charge of her life once more. And her first order of business was getting her son back.

After stumbling out of the Vault shivering and confused, she predictably encountered Dogmeat first (after seeing Codsworth at the remains of her house, of course), which led her to Concord and helping out Preston. After aiding him in getting the survivors to Sanctuary, she gets directions to Diamond City and frantically makes her way there (though she actually ends up in Covenant first, but she leaves after a less-than-ideal encounter). Once in Diamond City, she learns about the Valentine Detective Agency and subsequently rescues Nick—even using her silver tongue to talk their way out of things with Darla and Skinny Malone. 

Nick and Bunny set off together, determined to find Kellogg. After Nick and Bunny track down and kill him, they land in Goodneighbor for the Memory Den. They meet Hancock and Maccready, the latter of the two joining them after Bunny gives him some caps, while Hancock just keeps an eye on the new girl for now. Intrigued about what she keeps learning, Bunny and Nick end up at the Railroad, saved only by Deacon telling the others of her journey so far. After some back and forth, Bunny agrees to help the Railroad as much as she can now (doing things like runs with Deacon to get her used to their system), but she makes it clear that getting her son back is her first priority for now. 

When she returns to Sanctuary and begins to help Preston and Sturges get the survivors more settled (as well as a little rest for herself), Preston brings up the Minutemen and her helping bring them back to former glory. Even as their leader. And she refuses. Bunny does not see herself as leader, nor does she want to be anyone’s savior. Preston disagrees, and keeps the offer open for her if she changes her mind. She agrees to help him out, but she does not want to be the general. 

Being her usual self, she realizes she’s intrigued by the Brotherhood of Steel, if for no other reason than she wonders if their obvious firepower would aid her in finding the Institute faster than anyone else. She’s rightfully wary, though, as she’s spent a lifetime surrounded by Nate’s military friends and she’d do just fine without having to talk to another one. But if there’s one thing Bunny knows how to do, it’s how to talk her way around things. And over the last year (well, last year she can remember), she’s had a lot of experience talking to soldiers and the like. She knows how they operate. So when she and Deacon happen to encounter Danse and his squad fending off Ghouls, they step in to help. Deacon is unsure of her gameplan, but he trusts her enough to see where she’s going with it. 

So for a while, Bunny has a hand in every faction. She ultimately spends the most time with the Railroad, mainly due to Deacon, and together with them they build the machine they need to infiltrate the Institute. But it’s around this point, right before they’re planning to send her in, that Bunny has a realization. She’s going to get her son back, finally, after all these months of work. And yes, the Railroad is gonna help her do it. But what comes next? The Railroad has their big plans for rescuing the Synths, and she agrees with their ideals, but what about the Commonwealth itself? It’s not like she can go home to California or New York (no one’s really told her what either of those places is like these days, oddly enough…), and she refuses to leave her new friends behind. They’re her whole world. Of course she’s staying here. But does the Railroad really have a plan in place for the future? With Shaun’s return imminent, Bunny has to ask herself: what is best for my baby? This weighs heavily on her mind as she’s sent to the Institute. 

Her initial meeting with Father goes as well as you’d expect. She feels gutted. Not only by the obvious age difference, but more than anything by what he’s become. The way he looks at her. How cold it all feels. How dismissive he is of the world and the people above ground. Her baby—who before all this was all she had, the only thing in this world that made her feel less alone—is all at once a force that is entirely unfamiliar to her. There is no relief in finding Shaun. He isn’t Shaun. He doesn’t even respond to that anymore. There is no grand catharsis, no joyous reunion, no love. She feels as empty as she does the day she woke up from her cryo chamber. 

When she returns to the surface, it’s all work for Desdemona and the others, though Deacon can see on her face that clearly something wasn’t right, but he doesn’t push the issue. 

Maybe she can’t save Shaun, maybe it was never possible. To her, Bunny, Nate, and Shaun all died in that Vault. A piece of her was left behind there. A part of herself she could never return to. But she has to deal with what’s left of herself today. Now. And she’ll have to deal with herself tomorrow. And the next day, and the next. So she goes to Preston and agrees that she’ll seriously help him revive the Minutemen (something he’d already been working on without her, but her presence will help expedite things—especially since she and Hancock just so happened to already clear out The Castle a month earlier on a whim), if he just gives her a little more time.

Bunny returns to the Institute not long after. She’s not sure what to do. She’s been given her tasks by the Railroad, sure, but her meeting with Father gnaws away at her. The things he said. The disregard for the people above ground. That same stubbornness, that same insistence. She goes to him again. He talks to her frankly, because surely she’s planning to live the rest of her life down here. Surely she knows this is what’s supposed to come next. 

What happens next is a blur. She is banished from the Institute. Did she do it because she wanted to get banned? Because she wanted the Minutemen to be in charge of the Commonwealth’s future? Did she do it to quell an anger she didn’t know she had? In an uncharacteristic display of vagary, she made a choice that once again would change everything. But this time she knew it would.

She’s alone in the dark when she’s returned to the surface. No one’s around. No one came with her. The night is uncharacteristically quiet on the walk to the Old North Church. When she admits to Desdemona she’s been banished from the Institute, Dez does not press for why. Deacon watches solemnly across the table. He’s not sure why either. And he will never know. 

But in comes the Minutemen, here to see the Railroad’s plans through, though more importantly to the Minutemen themselves, the future of the Commonwealth altogether. And when the time comes to finally destroy the Institute, Bunny asks the one person who’s been her anchor through it all: Nick. When they watch it blow up before them, amidst the cheers and congrats from the Minutemen, Bunny just silently grabs Nick’s hand and leans her head against his shoulder. Things can begin again.

POST-MAIN GAME CANON

Once all is said and done, Bunny feels a newfound sense of motivation, something to work towards and continue. She begins to focus her time on building up the settlements, especially Sanctuary and the nearby Red Rocket so Shaun (the Synth) has a nice place to live. She’s determined to make this work. She’s determined to have her life back, to be in control of it again, to do things right. 

I think in her canon the next big “story” she goes on is Nuka World, though it’s initially framed as Bunny and Hancock’s bender gone wrong. One minute you’re planning to get drunk and high and ride faulty amusement park rides then the next you’re in a fucking death match with a guy in electrified power armor. Once they deal with everything there, and after having several profound moments together as they reflect on everything that’s happened and how they wanna move forward, they get back to the Commonwealth. Bunny and Deacon finally make things more official, for one, and shortly after their return, Bunny and Hancock encounter Sop @radroachrepellent’s Cherry and save her from a Deathclaw. But more on that another time. This post is long enough and I’ll probably make longer separate posts for the DLCs and how they play out in Bunny’s canon so I’ll just put it simply that I think the DLC order for her goes:

Nuka World -> Far Harbor -> Automatron (a varied amount of weeks between each one)

Sop and I are working on a joint story together that we’ve named the “Electric Eden DLC” which will get its own post eventually, but that one takes place about close to a year after the events of Far Harbor. 

I was gonna include a section on the Companions, but this came out way longer than I thought it would, and I wanna draw a lineup of all the companions, so I think I’ll save it for that. I guess the important thing to note is that Bunny and Deacon end up together (here’s a piece of lore for them). 

MISC

Bunny’s strength lies in her ability to talk to others. Though she’s physically not the strongest or most agile, she can very notably talk her way out of a lot of things. She knows how to read the room and the people within it, and she knows how to use that to her advantage. A lifetime of schmoozing with celebrities translates well into survival situations, she’s found. 

She loves to plan ahead and be stealthy when she can. Since she’s pretty small comparatively, she prefers to use guns and ranged weapons so she can keep her distance and stay hidden when possible. 

She loves to pick up stuffed animals she finds on her journeys and keeps a teddy bear clipped to her belt.

Can handle her alcohol and will use chems on occasion. Social chem user, or something. 

Dirty sense of humor and fun-loving, despite everything that’s happened. She’s made a point to not lose that part of herself. I think her and Hancock deciding to go on a Nuka World bender is evidence enough. 

She knew how to lockpick before the war! It was a party trick of hers.

Okay this is long enough. Anyway I’m more than happy to answer any asks about her/her canon, and if you read all of this, thank you!

[yanderes-galore]

Hello, could I request a Platonic!Yandere (no romance) concept/scenario with Fluffy au Springbonnie/Springtrap. However, instead of the reader being human, they're a rabbit creature just like Springtrap.

Backstory could be that Springbonnie met them when the reader where recently created as a baby bunny. (For something to teach children about responsibility or something) However, things changed after the events of Golden Freddy and Springtrap. The story could be, (whichever you decide or change parts), that 1. reader, still a kit, was saved from Springtrap's massacre and taken to a different facility, returned to the old one after growing up a bit to find answers and finding Springtrap and him remembering them. Or 2. reader wasn't taken out in time and grew up in the abandoned facility, raised by Springtrap cause he remembered meeting them as Springbonnie when just born.

There aren't a lot of old stinky papa rabbit ( ´-ω-)

Ohhhh! I love this idea :D Here! This isn't part of main AU canon but I liked the idea so much I had to write it. While it is not part of main AU canon, there is a little bit of lore when it comes to the creations in this.

Lost Kit

Yandere! Platonic! Fluffy AU! Springbonnie/Springtrap Side Story (Not part of main AU canon)

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Attachment issues, Murder, Blood mention, manipulation implied, Isolation, Kidnapping, Monitoring, Violence, Brief drugging mention, Experimentation, Sadism mention, Dubious companionship.

The golden rabbit's nose twitches as he watches the scientists hold the small bundle in their arms. Inside was a young rabbit, fur soft and fluffy. The sight makes the lovable Springbonnie tilt his head.

What was this?

Even when he was introduced to the smaller rabbit, only just maturing from a kit, he was still confused. His caretaker told him their name and their purpose. This rabbit was meant to get Springbonnie used to children… 

This rabbit was you.

Soon you'd mature but giving you to Springbonnie as a kit was meant to help get him used to creatures younger than him. Plus, you gave him someone else to talk to other than Fredbear. As you grew they'd monitor results.

These anthro mascots created by Afton had exceptional growth rate. Within merely months experiments would hit maturity. Which meant getting results shouldn't be too hard between you two.

Wasn't long before the results rolled in.

Springbonnie, one of their first experiments, quickly took in the small kit. Cameras recorded each development no matter how small. Instinctively, Springbonnie cared for you as though he was a father.

The rabbit quickly sang tunes and played songs for the smaller rabbit. He kept you close to his soft chest and licked you to bathe you. In response you reciprocated the affection of the older rabbit.

You quickly imprinted on the golden rabbit, seeing him as your father.

As you matured, tests and results kept rolling in. They gave you both food and tested how well you both performed. You learned quite a lot from your father.

Caretakers even caught you singing along to tunes your father sang. They caught you copying movements and behaviors. It was clear your bond was strong.

However, as you matured it was soon time to separate you two. By the time this experiment began you had hit what scientists considered “teen” age. This usually occurs a couple months in.

It was difficult to part you from the older rabbit. You showed hesitance and Springbonnie even showed uncharacteristic aggression. As a result both rabbits had to be subdued, mostly Springbonnie as you were quickly compliant.

By the time things settled you had your own room. You even had your own caretaker that you slowly began to bond with. However… Springbonnie's reaction?

Newfound aggression. Springbonnie expressed uncharacteristic anxiety and aggression when you were not in sight. Occasionally you two were allowed to visit but all visits were overseen by your caretakers.

While visits helped… Springbonnie's mood soured. His bond with the kit appeared to be too strong. Now it was nearly impossible to continue training the golden rabbit.

Springbonnie began to resent his caretaker. They had given him a kit to raise, and for what? They took them away from him?

The thought makes Springbonnie grit his teeth. After that was he just expected to continue rolling over for them? No… he won't comply… not until he has his kit back.

If he doesn't have you back… he isn't sure what he will do.

—

By the time you're fully mature is when the facility falls into chaos. By this point you know most of the story, don't you? Sirens blaring… red light swallowing the hallways… blood paints the walls… the scent of decay settles in.

All of this was caused by Springtrap's infection and Golden Freddy's jailbreak.

Springtrap, no longer the sweet golden rabbit many knew, took pleasure in the hunt. All the rage pent up from the theft of his kit made him enjoy feeding his more sadistic side. All of this continued…

Right up until he saw you again.

In the middle of the chaos stood you. Springtrap recognized that familiar scent you had. Even with blood covering your fur… it was you.

Springtrap's bloodlust calms and his eyes dilate. You looked so scared. When your eyes snap to him… you shiver.

He's different now. His scent smells more like decay than the comforting scent he had during your short youth. The familiar scent smells so drowned… It hurts your nose.

Springtrap is concerningly quick when he rushes towards you. You let out a concerned squeal when he wraps himself around you. The older decaying rabbit chitters towards you lovingly, even as you try to kick away.

Oh… he's missed you. That scent you have is comforting even now. Springtrap doesn't care that he caused most of this mess… or if you're scared.

Daddy's home to comfort you, sweet kit.

Springtrap calms once he has you. He drags you back to his familiar room before curling around you. The older rabbit nuzzles into your fur… even if you twitch away.

He loves you no matter what… he'll raise you, even in this rotting wasteland of a facility.

….

He smiles when he recognizes your familiar fur and bright eyes as he holds you in his claws. How could he forget the bright red eyes you have? It's such a shame your white fur got stained with blood. In fact, the dried blood almost looks like a brown pattern on you.

In his eyes, it only adds to you.

You still look like the beautiful kit he had before he became a bloodthirsty monster.

Don't worry, dear kit… your father will teach you all he knows just like when you were young.

[all-about-kyu]

Summary: After a harsh storm, there’s always a rainbow. Pairing: cashmere lop hybrid!Jaemin x fem human!reader Tropes: established relationship, hybrid au, parent au,  Genre: fluff, angst Rating: PG Warnings: grief, anxiety, jealousy(?), mentions of breastfeeding, mentions of periods, crying, doctor’s office (obstetrician) Word Count: 2,105 Note: thank you to my darling @raibebe for beta reading this 💕

Cashmere Lop Jaemin masterlist || Neo Hybridverse masterlist

Before You Interact

The past few months have been hard. Since your miscarriage in May, it’s been hard to process much. Of course, you’re still the best mom you can be to Miyoung. When Haeyoung, Donghyuck’s daughter, was born in September though it was harder than you could’ve expected it to be. You and Donghyuck are friends, but seeing the small Shiba hybrid made your heart wrench in the saddest way possible. Despite being beyond happy for the couple, you couldn’t help but remember that your little girl was supposed to be born just two months later but would never arrive.

Still, despite that pain you and Jaemin’s relationship still thrives. Between long hours at the hospital and your darling one-year-old, you still find time for each other. You’ve expressed to your husband that you don’t particularly want to get pregnant again for a while. The grief that still wracks your body is hard as it is. Of course, you’d be happy if you did anyway. You still want more kids, and so does he. That lingering anxiety of not having a viable pregnancy is terrifying, though.

About a month after you met Donghyuck’s little girl, you started noticing small things changing. You’ve needed to use the bathroom a lot more often than normal. Typically, that wouldn’t bother you. After having Miyoung, it was a common occurrence; this was even more frequent than normal though. Then the tenderness in your chest started. Miyoung hasn’t nursed in a while, but you still supplement her diet with milk via bottle. She’s completely refused it the past week. After a bit of research, you learned that a baby will only refuse breastmilk if there’s a hormonal change in the mother. That’s when you start to panic. The panic solidifies further when you miss your period.

That night, while Jaemin was taking care of Miyoung, you went grocery shopping and bought a few pregnancy tests just to rule it out. Part of you hopes you’re not. The fear of miscarrying again is far too high. By the time you get home, you find Miyoung passed out on your husband’s chest while her favorite movie plays on the TV.

“Everything okay, love?” Jaemin asks quietly.

You nod, “Really tired, that’s all.”

Jaemin maneuvers his way to stand up and walk over to you. Miyoung still passed out on his shoulder.

“You’ve been really tired recently. You should get some more rest between shifts.” he worries, placing a kiss on your temple.

“I will. You get this little one to bed, and I’ll take care of the groceries, okay?”

Jaemin nods. His blueish-grey bunny ears swish with the movement. When the fur of his ear hits Miyoung slightly, the smaller tan hybrid whines and snuggles closer to her dad’s scent gland at the base of his neck. You place a kiss on your daughter’s head before kissing your husband one more time. 

You busy yourself with putting the groceries away. Once everything is put where it’s meant to be, you see the box of tests staring back at you. Worrying on your lower lip, you shove the boxes in your (Jaemin’s) hoodie pocket and bolt into the bathroom. Even with the bathroom door now securely closed, you feel the anxiety bubble up inside you. You look at your reflection in the bathroom mirror, and your eyes instantly fall to the necklace around your neck. Jaemin had it made after your miscarriage. The caps to the pregnancy tests you took were crushed up, and put in resin to make small pendants. One charm is blue, while the other is pink. Taking it in your hand, you swirl the pendants between your fingers. A few deep breaths later, you shakily take a test out of the box and get the process started.

Normally it takes a while to have the results show in your past experiences with pregnancy tests. This time though, the moment the test touches the bodily fluid, there are two dark pink lines. An odd mix of anxiety and excitement swirls in your chest. You shake your head and take another test out of the box just to ensure it wasn’t a false positive. That, too, instantly shows two very dark pink lines indicating your pregnancy.

“Sweetheart, are you okay? You’ve been in there a while.” You hear Jaemin call through the door.

“Y-yeah,” You call back, “I’ll be out in a minute.”

You put the caps on the tests and hide them in your makeup before opening the door. Jaemin is still there waiting for you.

“Where are they?” He asks too calmly.

“What’re you talking about, Jaem?” You chuckle weakly.

“The tests. I saw them in the grocery bag.”

He brings a hand up to your necklace and plays with the charms. Small tears start to well up in his eyes before he looks back at you again.

“I know you’re scared. I can smell them, and I just want you to be honest with me.” He sniffles.

“Jaem…” you start.

“I’m scared too. After…” he can’t bring himself to finish the sentence, “Maybe this is our little rainbow again. Miyoung is a rainbow, and maybe…”

You take his hand off of your necklace and guide him into the bathroom. After rooting through your makeup, you hand him both tests. Jaemin’s grey ears flop down in his face as he looks down at the two very obviously positive pregnancy tests. He sniffles a few more times before throwing himself toward you in a hug.

“Another little rainbow.” He muses through a few sniffles.

You wrap your arms tight around his neck, “A little rainbow.”

After the emotional night that was discovering your pregnancy, you do everything in your power to stay healthy and keep your baby safe. You talked with your supervisor about your hours and wanting to take a few less just to reduce any possible stress you may experience. Of course, being rather close with your supervisor, she’s very understanding. She was the one who helped you get into the hospital during your last miscarriage, and often times she’ll bring over her little girl, Azumi, to play. Azumi is six while Miyoung is only a year and a half old, but they still play as though they’re the same age. When Doyoung brings Soomin and Taehyun around, the four are nearly inseparable. Your supervisor recently adopted a second child, Haruto, but he still needs a bit to warm up to his sister and parents before being introduced to more kids.

Jaemin’s been waiting on your hand and foot to make sure you’re comfortable. Every time Miyoung acts like you’re a jungle gym, you swear you can see him cringe in concern. Even though this is your second child (and fourth pregnancy), you’ve never seen Jaemin so hellbent on making sure you’re not doing anything you don’t need to.

At the current moment, you, Jaemin, and Miyoung are getting ready for your obstetrician appointment. The anxiety that grows in you is still very much present. The last time you got to this point in your pregnancy, you miscarried. Today you’re finding out the sex of your baby. Unlike last time, the Lee family is unable to watch Miyoung, and you can’t find it in you to ask anyone else to take on that task for you. From your previous appointments, it’s clear that your baby is growing well and healthy. Their heartbeat is strong, and that’s all you could hope for right now. Even with that knowledge, though, the fear of miscarrying lingers.

“You ready?” Jaemin asks softly.

You watch Miyoung toddle ahead of you, walking up to the doctor’s office. A smile grows on your face seeing the excitement in her movement accompanied by the bouncing of her fluffy tan ears.

“Honestly?”

“Always.”

“I’m terrified. What if we get in there and find out that…”

“Darling, don’t worry about that. We’ve seen on every single visit that they’re healthy.”

“That doesn’t mean things can’t-”

Jaemin kisses you to stop your words, “Trust that everything will work out. We’re doing everything we can to ensure you and the baby are healthy.”

Despite his words, you can see the distant flicker of worry in his eyes. He gives you a gentle smile before zooming forward to lift your daughter off the sidewalk. Your one-year-old squeals with joy as her day swings her through the air as they climb the stairs. That interaction alone made warmth bloom in your chest.

Once you’re called back and situated in the office, you try to explain to Miyoung what’s happening. Only being one, she’s very confused about why her mommy has clear jelly on her belly, and she doesn’t. When your doctor walks in, you watch as Miyoung waddles over to her.

“Hello, little one.” she chuckles, “I haven’t seen you since the day I delivered you.”

“Jelly.” she pouts.

“Huh?”

You hear Jaemin stifle a laugh.

“Jelly. Want jelly, too.” your daughter huffs.

“Oh,” your doctor chuckles, “Mommy needs the jelly to see the baby. You don’t have any babies in your belly, silly girl.”

“Mimi, come here. We get to find out if you’re having a brother or sister today!” Jaemin enthuses.

Miyoung immediately toddles over to her dad and climbs up onto his lap. Your doctor goes through the standard procedures that you’ve heard a million and one times. Still, when the wand touches your belly, you jump at the cool metal. The machine is muted, you can’t hear your baby’s heartbeat, and that makes your anxiety jolt inside you.

“That’s odd.” Your doctor states.

“Please don’t tell me…”

“Oh, dear, no, no, no. They’re healthy. They both are.”

“Both?” Jaemin asks, voice hopeful.

“Both.” She conforms.

She turns the monitor, and you can see two babies facing each other. Both have rabbit ears developing on the top of their heads. At the bottom of the screen, you can see both heartbeats, strong as can be. You turn toward Jaemin and see the tears brimming his eyes. Miyoung wiggles in his hold and turns around to hold his face in her tiny hands.

“Daddy sad?” she questions, clearly very worried as to why her dad is about to cry.

“No, baby. I’m not sad.”

She gives him a confused look before nuzzling her cheek against his. He smiles brightly and holds her close to his body.

“Would you like to know what they are?”

“Please.” You nod, trying not to cry.

“Looks like baby A,” she starts, pointing at the first one, “is a girl. And baby B is a boy.”

This time, Jaemin can’t hold back his tears. He cries openly, and Miyoung does her best to tell her daddy not to be sad. She still hasn’t grasped the concept of happy tears yet. You smile brightly and wipe away a few stray tears of your own. Your doctor congratulates you and reassures you that both twins are healthy and developing normally. After resituating your clothing, you take your ultrasound pictures, and the three of you head back to the car.

“Miyoung’s excited.” Jaemin muses, keeping his eyes on the road.

“I know. She’s going to be a great big sister.” You smile, taking Jaemin’s free hand in yours.

“I’ve been thinking of a few names already.” Jaemin smiles, “I personally don’t want them to have coordinating names… it feels tacky.”

“I agree.” You chuckle.

“I like Seojun for our little boy. I know we haven’t seen him yet, but I think it’ll suit him.”

You look back at Miyoung when you hear her whine slightly in her sleep. She’s perfectly fine. She just got annoyed with her fluffy ear getting in her way again. You chuckle slightly before looking back to your husband. His eyes are still trained on the road, but his side profile is enough to have you swooning.

“For our second little girl?” You ask.

“Chaewon.”

“You’ve had a list of baby names for a while, haven’t you?” “Of course! We’ve always planned to have more than just Miyoung, I had to be prepared!”

“I like both of those names. They’re already perfect, I know it.”

Jaemin gives a curt nod, “Glad we’re on the same page.”

You giggle before falling into silence. There’s something lingering in the air still. The excitement is palpable, but there’s something melancholic that lies below it.

“You’re still scared something’s going to happen.” He notes.

“You are too.” You deflect.

“With two of them, it feels like more can go wrong.” He sighs, “We’ll do everything we can to protect our double rainbow, right?”

“Right.” You smile, “Our little double rainbow.”

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[mirkwoodshewolf]

Creepy crawlies; Jack Kline x reader

*Author’s note*

Okay so this is a cute little drabble/small fic requested to me just recently by an anon who wanted some Jack Kline fluff. Took me two days but I came to this idea in the end so I hope you enjoy it anon as well as the rest of my lovely readers.

Warnings: Fluff, bugs, mentions of SPN episode 1x08 BUGS (that episode STILL gives me the heebie-jeebies). 

Taglist:

@plethora-of-things​

@waddles03​

@psychosupernatural​

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels​

@queen-paladin​

@queensdivas​

@gay-and-ready-to-cry​

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It was that time of year, well the first time we ever had to deal with something like this.  And of course Sam and Dean had to bail out on a ‘case’ but I knew my brothers just wanted to get out of doing the one thing that everyone does.

Spring cleaning.

Ever since we found the Bunker and decided to make it our permanent home, this place needed a serious scrub down and clean up. Cobwebs, dust, new bed sheets, incense (mainly for me) to be put up to get rid of the ancient smell.  So every spring, I try to ensure that this bunker doesn’t end up like it was when we first found it.

Of course that means my brothers always try to get out of it (mainly Dean I just think Sam prefers to do the minor cleaning instead of what I have in mind).  And Cass…..well he chooses to go up to heaven every time I say it’s time clean up the bunker. The only person kind enough to help out around here is my beau Jack.

Using my powers, the bookshelf glowed blue and I lifted it up allowing Jack to vacuum underneath it while I brought in a swifer to swipe off each and every book from any dust bunnies.

“I don’t see why my brothers and Cas always try to bail out on Spring cleaning. I’m the one doing the heavy lifting.”

“I’ve noticed a trend that most people don’t enjoy spring cleaning because it’s so boring to do. That unlike normal cleaning, there’s an expectation for things to be so clean, that you’re supposed to see yourself in the floor. Which I don’t get.” Jack told me as he continued his vacuuming.

“I maybe a neat freak but I’m not Danny Tanner level of tidiness. All I want is to make sure we don’t neglect this place and end up in a dust field again. Seriously Jack you cannot begin to understand just how quickly my allergies began to act up when the guys and I first found this place. Bedridden for over a week, and that was before I got these powers.”

“I’m sorry baby. Had I been born yet, I would’ve stayed at your side to take care of you.”

“And that’s why I love you soo much Jackie-bear. You’re too sweet.” After dusting off the last book and once Jack was done vacuuming, he moved out of the way and I set the bookshelf back in it’s place.  I turned and with a snap of my fingers and all the books, notes, files and even Dean’s plates he had left since breakfast all raised up into the air and went to their original places.

“You’re like Mary Poppins.” He said with a smile.

“Well if I am, then that makes you my Burt. Come on, let’s head for the kitchen. Lord knows Dean forgot to do the dishes, again.” He followed behind me and right as we got to the kitchen, there I saw dishes upon dishes stacked in the sink, frying pans still on the oven covered in left over eggs and grease.  “That man never learns.”

“Why does he leave his dishes out like that?”

“Cause he’s lazy. Do you mind stacking the dishwasher while I deal with the grease pans and the oven?”

“Not at all baby.” I pecked his cheek while I walked over and wish a twist of my wrist, the frying pans lifted off the oven while the cleaning supplies came out from the top shelf cabinet on the island counter.  

While the spray bottle filled with Clorox bleach squirted out a few good sprays and the rag did a throughout wipe down, I focused my attention on cleaning the frying pans of the oils and grease from the bacon and sausages Dean had made for breakfast and tossed the leftover egg crumbs into the trash.

“Do you know when the last time Sam took the trash out?” I asked Jack.

“I believe I saw him collect all the trash last night.”

“Well at least he can keep up with the chores. I swear maybe I could use these powers to control Dean and make him scrub all the toilets in this bunker.”

“As funny as that would be to see, I know you’d never use your powers against your brothers.” He said as he dried off one of my good cups with a towel and set it alongside the rack we had for the special dishware.

“Yeah, yeah. But for real, he should at least have the decency to at least rinse off his pans after breakfast. Grease that sits out for too long stains these types of pans, and it’s a hassle to clean up later.”

“I believe you (Y/n).”

“But at least I’m getting it done, otherwise it’d never—” I paused mid-sentence as my body completely froze.  My heart raced and my eyes widened as I stared directly at it. It’s many legs all splayed out making it look like a living dust bunny on pointy legs.

The pots and cleaning supplies fell to the ground with a loud bang and I let out a scream and levitated myself into the air trying to get as far away from the little demon as possible.

“What?! What is it (Y/n)? Are you okay!?”

“Kill it quick!” I yelled at Jack.

“Kill what? Where is it? Is it a demon?”

“Yes now quickly before it gets away!”

“Where is it?”

“Over there!” Jack’s eyes soon glowed and he turned to where I was pointing but as he raised his hand, his eyes went back to normal color as he looked around confused.

“Where did you say it was?”

“What are you blind babe!? I told you over there on top of the oven! Kill it with your powers! Torch it! Torture it I don’t care just get rid of it!” he looked around until he seemed to have found what it was. He walked closer to it and he reached out his finger toward it.

“You mean this? But it looks like a dust bunny or a…..” but quickly it began to move and I let out another scream as I shot myself against the corner of the kitchen.

“Don’t touch it! Those bastards are fast now kill it hurry!”

“What is it exactly?” he asked me.

“A house centipede! Jack I’m not playing anymore please just kill it hurry!” I watched as the demonic centipede stopped crawling and was now just short of reaching a hiding spot behind the fridge.  Jack looked between me and the house centipede and a smile came across his face before he started to laugh.

He was laughing. My own boyfriend was laughing at my own misery!?

“Jack Kline stop laughing!” I demanded.

“I’m sorry. Really I am but…..(Y/n), you have fought against real demons, archangels, werewolves, vampires, even my own grandfather. And you’re terrified of a tiny little thing like him?”

“Tiny? Tiny!? Do you see the legs on that monstrosity!? Now for the last time get rid of it before it touches me!”

“Okay, okay.” He went over to grab a cup as well as paper towel.

“What are you doing?!” I hissed.

“Getting rid of it like you asked.”

“Not like that! You can’t show mercy to those little bastards! Use your powers and kill the son of a bitch!” I hissed quietly.

“But you told me that all living creatures deserve a chance at life, didn’t you?” I groaned.

“Well yes but that doesn’t include bugs, arachnids, snakes, or any other kind of creepy crawlies!” Jack rolled his eyes and successfully captured the house centipede and he left the kitchen with it between the cup and paper towel.

A few minutes later he came back and he told me it was gone.

“You sure?”

“Yes, yes, I even took him away from the bunker before releasing him. Now can you please come down?” I let out a soft whimper but lowered myself back to the ground.  He came over to me and wrapped his arms around me in a hug, allowing me to rest my head on his shoulder.  “I still can’t believe you’re scared of bugs. How did I not know of this?”

“Don’t mock me! Besides you weren’t even there when it happened.” I shuddered remembering that day all too well.

“When what happened?” I took in a shaky breath before telling him.

“A long time ago, long before we knew that angels and God were even real, my brothers and I took a case in some realtor development spot. A neighborhood was being built on sacred Native American grounds. Workers were being picked off one by one, at first we thought it was ghostly activity but it was far worse. The entire place was cursed, and the curse was affecting all the insects in the town. By night fall, a swarm of bees had surrounded the family that was responsible for building the neighborhood over the sacred lands. I—I had never seen so many bees in my life. We had no way of escaping, we were completely trapped and had to last the rest of the night being stung and swarmed by bees. Ever since that day, I even see the shape of an insect and I just go back to that day. A defenseless, frightened child being stung and swarmed by bees and no way of escaping.”

Jack listened intently at every word I had to say.  For months after that day, I had continuous nightmares of what happened. Even dreamt that it was other bugs attacking me from wasps, locusts, even spiders and ants.  Ever since then I’ve been absolutely terrified of any and every bug in the world.

“Wow, I—I had no idea. I’m so sorry that happened to you. And I’m sorry for teasing you about it. I promise I won’t ever bring it up again.”

“Thanks Jackie-babe.”

“Anything I can do to help you?”

“I could go for some ice cream with chocolate syrup and some cuddles on the couch while we watch the Princess Bride.”

“As you wish.” He said quoting the movie before giving me a peck on the nose.  I left the kitchen and brought out the blankets and changed my clothes to my comfy pjs while searching for the movie on one of the many streaming services we got.

When Jack came back with my ice cream, we cuddled up on the couch together, my back resting against his chest with his arms wrapped around my stomach and his head buried into my neck.  I ate the ice cream as the movie began, I even offered a couple of bites to Jack as we lay there and watched my favorite comfort movie.  Forgetting all about the demon-legged creature that traumatized me moments ago.

[whydontyousaeso]

“Bunny”

Drew McIntyre x fem!reader

Type- Angst to fluff

Warnings- pregnancy, mentions of previous miscarriages, mentions of difficulties of being able to conceive (not proofread)

A/n- hiii! So im not gonna lie, this one is personal for me. As someone who suffers from pcos and just having extremely small chances of having children, I wanted to make something for my other girlies who might be going through the same thing. I hope you guys like this, and be ready for my next posts! Love you!

Tag list: @alyyaanna @queencherryberry @new-zealand-chic @slutfortheeclaymore @codyswhitebelt @lizzyd1ish @southerngirl41

You mumbled under your breath as the last stitch fought with you, not going into the yarn.

You had recently took up crocheting, especially with drew on the road.

It had taken a moment, but you had made a little bunny with fluffy yarn, it was adorable.

“What did ya make dear?”

You heard your husband come up behind you, feeling him wrap his arms around your smaller frame.

“I made a little bunny, isn’t it just adorable?”

“It is, your talent never fails to amaze me.”

You chuckled and turned around, kissing his cheek.

“You gonna give it to someone?”

“Nah, I think I’m gonna wait a bit. After all, you don’t exactly know what the future holds for us”

It aggravated you whenever it seemed like your own family didn’t even understand you.

“When are you gonna have kids?”

They always asked it at family gatherings

In reality you didn’t even know if you could.

You had been born with a disorder that made it extremely hard, if not impossible, to conceive.

And every time you had hope it never made it past the second month

The odds were never in your favor.

But every time they asked, you just smiled and said

“You know, when we finally get the chance and settle down a bit.”

You knew that was a lie, so did Drew.

But he loved you regardless.

He would always comfort you afterwards, throwing out adoption if you truly weren’t able to.

He tried his best, and you loved him as much as he loved you.

You stared at the positive test in your hands.

Instead of joy, you felt fear.

Very true fear.

You never had a positive, and when you did it never ended well.

You had been sick for the last couple weeks, and you also missed your period when you were supposed to have it.

You were actually terrified.

Lucky for you Drew was busy today so he wouldn’t be asking a lot of questions until after the doctors appointment.

Which was just as dreaded.

And when you got there they just confirmed it all.

“Congrats Mrs Y/n! You are pregnant!”

They gave you some vitamins and told you to come back in a month to check up.

That would either be the worst or the best appointment of the entire process.

You didn’t want to tell Drew, not because of how he would act, but because you didn’t want to get his hopes up like before.

He was absolutely crushed every time.

You wouldn’t have that again until you knew for sure.

The day of the doctors appointment had you in shambles prior.

You were so nervous, it was gonna kill you.

They asked all the normal checkup questions, asked a few extra, and then it was time for the final procedure.

The ultrasound was always where it went downhill for you.

You watched the doctors reaction as she moved the wand over your stomach.

“There it is!”

She stopped the screen and turned it around, showing you the picture of the little baby in your stomach.

“The heartbeat sounds extremely strong, and when your bloodwork comes back we will be able to tell you nothing is wrong, once again, congrats y/n!”

It felt like in that moment you were able to breathe again.

You were so relieved, you were just gonna have to tell Drew now.

You sat on your bed, holding the bunny you had made and thinking.

This would finally be used.

You heard the door opened.

“What are you doing darling?”

He came over and sat down next to you, rubbing your back and kissing your forehead.

You really didn’t know how to say it.

“Drew I uh, I have something to tell you.”

“What is it dear?”

You paused, looking at the little envelope on your table.

The one that held the ultrasound picture.

“Drew I’m pregnant again. And this time it made it past the second month mark.”

There was a moment of silence between the two of you.

“Are you serious?”

You nodded and got up, walking to grab the envelope and handing it to him.

You watched him open the envelope with shaky hands and look at the photos.

“So..there’s a chance?”

“They said there was an extremely high chance that I carry to term because everything seems fine.”

He stared at them a bit longer before finally smiling and looking up at you.

He stood up and pulled you close, embracing you with his broad figure.

“I love you so much baby girl, I’m so excited you don’t understand”

You felt yourself tear up and held him closer.

You were nervous, but you knew with him it would be okay, no matter what happened.

You sat in the nursery, rocking back and forth with your daughter in your arms.

You had little complications with your pregnancy, thank god.

“There’s my two favorite girls”

You looked up and saw Drew walking in, holding the bunny you made a year prior.

Your daughter was awake, she looked perfect to you.

She looked too much like her father, you loved it.

He put a hand on your back, leaning down to come into view for your daughter to see.

You smiled as he cooed at her, making her smile and laugh at him.

He held out the bunny, letting her tiny hands try to grab the larger toy.

“I love you Drew”

“I love you too baby girl, can I hold her?”

You mumbled a small “of course” and handed her over, watching him.

It amazed you on how such a huge giant could be so gentle with such a fragile little thing.

He could only do it to two people though,

You and her.

You loved his gentleness.

She loved it too.

Despite looking like her dad, she was just like her momma.

It was the perfect balance really.

You watched them two play together.

Drew was play wrestling with her, and she was enjoying every moment of it.

You loved the way she laughed and squealed with him.

You held her bunny in your arms, the bunny had been there her entire life.

She adored it.

You chuckled and watched her make him “tap out”, ultimately winning the match they had going on.

“Alright you two, let’s go eat dinner outside, it’s nice and warm and I’ve got some fresh fruit and veggies.”

You watched her scramble up and giggle as she ran outside, leaving you and Drew together.

“She takes after you too much”

“Not at all, after all, that’s not a bad thing.”

“No, it’s not a bad thing at all.”

You reached up and kissed his cheek, wrapping your arm in his.

You liked this life.

[alphakingacademy]

Meet Achara Singhaboon 🦎

A lizard-hybrid girl born to two wealthy parents into a life of privilege, Achara has been a rebellious force of nature her entire life. Growing up with the label of a genetically engineered "designer baby" left her with resentment towards her strict parents and the high level of expectations they had for her. Her father, Rama, and her mother, Ratchanee often demand perfection from their teenage daughter but rarely ever receive it. Achara couldn’t be less bothered by school, grades, or status, and only really cares about her bunny-hybrid younger brother, Asawin and her rat-hybrid best friend, Emil.

In an effort to put Achara on the right track her parents enroll her into Alpha King Academy, hoping the program will mold her into a responsible, respectful, and reputable young woman. Achara isn't convinced, however, and is more concerned with the recent disappearance of Emil. She expected to coast through the program as apathetically as possible until she's unknowingly pulled into the center of a dangerous conspiracy alongside a handful of other new kids.

As the mystery unfolds she learns there is much more to her own story that she was never aware of. She takes an eye opening and frightening deep dive into her origins, discovering she was originally a part of something much bigger and was meant for more than she ever realized. Her life as she knew it essentially turns out to be a lie, but with her newfound friends she's able to overcome the new threats that are now after her.

You can read more about Achara here.

[selnyam]

FFXIV Write 2024: Surrogate

Further into the future, when Hayle and Mona are old enough and with the blessing of Metrina, U'nia and Flidais try for a child with the aid of a surrogate

Flidais Oakclamber carefully shut the door behind her, her arms full of flowers.  She carefully moved to desk and dropped the bundle.  Humming to herself the Viera pulled a vase close and arranged the flowers into a bouquet.  Once satisfied she stepped to the kitchen and grabbed a fresh pitcher of water.  Arms full she headed to the nearby bedroom.

“UGH!  More flowers?  Where are you even going to put those!?”  sitting up in bed, annoyance on her face, was her very pregnant sister in law Nabette.  She turned her gaze to the nearby end tables which were already covered in bouquets and flowers.   Flidais frowned and looked about, before setting the vase in her hands on the floor.  She nodded and moved carefully to the side of the bed, checking the pitcher there.  Nabette rolled her eyes.  

“Flidais, I’m fine.  You _know_ that hovering over me like this isn’t going to make these two come any faster.”  she rested her hands on her large belly.  Flidais frowned and reached up to tug at an ear.  Flidais raised her hands to sign but Nabetter reached out and grabbed them.  

“No no, no excuses.  The babies will be born when they are born.  I know they are close, but hovering like this is just getting on my nerves.”  She waved her hands to the room.  The custom built bed with a headrest that could be elevated.  All the pillows and blankets.  The flowers, the baked goods, the adjustable lighting.  Flidais looked sheepish and averted her gaze.  Idly her hand reached out and began to fluff up one of the spare pillows.  Nabette sighed and turned her gaze to the other side of the room.

“Metrina? Was she this bad when YOU were carrying Hayle and Mona?”  she pointed to the pink haired Viera fussing with the pillows.  From her seat in the nearby chair where she was sewing Flidais’s other wife chuckled.  Her own chair was reclined and her own pregnant belly was just recently noticeable.  The Roegadyn woman with specks of light marking across her skin set the onesie she was making down and winked.  

“Are you kidding?  She was WORSE.”  Metrina laughed and waved her hands as Flidais thumped and pouted on the other side of the room.  “Every little cough, sneeze, or sniff she was in the room with a bowl of water and damp cloth.  I don’t even know what she meant to DO with it.  I had to get Raha to take her on a mission just to get her out of the house.  She’s a worrier.”  Metrina reached up and made a tugging motion on the side of her head “You should have seen her ears.  She wore off all her fur!  We almost had to put a cone on her!  Thankfully Margrat hasn’t been nearly as bad.”  Metrina gently patted her stomach.  Nabette slumped back against the pillow with a sigh. 

“I mean, it’s nice to be taken care of, but Flidais you have to give me space!  I agreed to be your surrogate because I love my sister and she loves you and you’re both going to love these babies. WHEN they are born.  Until then… NIA!  COME GET YOUR WIFE!”  Flidais raised her hands to protest, eyes wide.   The side door opened and U’nia entered, a fond smirk on the taller Ele’ras face, her long tail swaying.  Flidais made to dart for the other room, but U’nia caught her easily, throwing the Viera over her shoulder.  Nabette blew her sister a kiss, then she and Metrina waved as the poor buff bunny was carted away.

[thoughtswithbbg]

Introduction + Prologue

  Main Character Information   

Full Name: (M/N) (Middle/Name) (L/N)

Age: 17

Grade: Senior at South Park High

Status: Single 

Sexuality: gay gay homosexual gay

Gender: Male

Birthday: December 16

Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius

Hair color: (H/C)

Eye Color:    heterochromia Blue and Grey, barely a difference unless you look very closely 

Family: 

Mother :: Deceased :: 42 :: Car accident :: Amy (L/N)

Father :: Alive :: 44 :: Abusive :: Scott (L/N)

Aunt :: Alive :: 46 :: recently divorced :: Georgia (L/N)

Twin Brother :: Dead :: 21 :: car accident :: Frank “Frankie” (L/N)

Little Sister :: Alive(Coma) :: 12 :: Car accident :: Hope (L/N)

Love Interests (in order of meeting them):

Kyle Broflovski, 18

Tweek Tweak, 17

Craig Tucker, 18

Clyde Donovan, 18

Tolkien Black, 18

Jimmy Valmer, 17

Stan Marsh, 18

Eric Cartmen, 17

Kenny McCormick, 18

Butters Scotch, 17

Dovahkiin, 18

Micheal, 18

Pete Thelman, 17

Damien Thorn, ???

 Playlist!

Track One :: Sk8er boy :: Avril Lavigne 

Track Two :: Teenagers :: My Chemical Romance 

Track Three :: Toothache :: Westislonely 

Track Four :: Can’t Catch Me Now :: Olivia Rodrigo

Track Five :: IT GIRL :: aliyah’s Interlude 

Track Six :: Misery Business :: Paramore

Track Seven :: Obsessed With You :: The Orion Experience 

Track Eight :: DONTTRUSTME :: 3OH!3

Track Nine :: Something in the orange :: Zach Bryan

Track Ten :: Hate Me if It Helps :: Alexander 23

Track Eleven :: Never Grow Up :: Taylor Swift

Track Twelve :: State Of Grace :: Taylor Swift

Track Thirteen :: Don’t blame me :: Taylor Swift

Track Fourteen :: Soon You’ll Get Better :: Taylor Swift 

Track Fifteen :: Exile :: Taylor Swift 

Track Sixteen :: Right Where You Left me :: Taylor Swift 

Track Seventeen :: You’re on your own kid :: Taylor Swift

Track Eighteen ::  Brutal :: Olivia Rodrigo

Track Nineteen :: Drivers License :: Olivia Rodrigo

Track Twenty :: Jealousy, Jealousy :: Olivia Rodrigo

Track Twenty One :: Bad Idea Right? :: Olivia Rodrigo

Track Twenty Two :: the grunge :: Olivia Rodrigo

Track Twenty Three :: Born To Die :: Lana Del Ray

Track Twenty Four :: He loves me (he loves me not) :: Baby Bugs

Track Twenty Five :: Hey Bunny :: Baby Bugs

Track Twenty Six :: Escapism :: RAYE

Track Twenty Seven :: Say It ain’t so :: Calpurnia 

Track Twenty Eight :: Mary On A Cross

PROLOGUE  

       (M/N) slowly opened his eyes, his vision having trouble focusing on what he was seeing. His body hurt, so much, the pain was almost unbearable. His ears were ringing as he tried to make out what he was hearing, sirens, shouting, and footsteps running against the pavement.

      His memory suddenly hit him like a freight train, he frantically looked around the turned over car. His younger sister, Hope, was passed out next to him, a major gash on the side of her head and he felt the panic rise within him. His older brother, Frankie was in the passenger seat. His neck was bent at an unsightly angle that made (M/N) want to scream. His mom wasn’t in the drivers seat, her body was through the windshield of the upside down car. 

    “MOM! FRANKIE! HOPE! PLEASE! SOMEONE HELP!” He screamed at the top of his lungs, his body hurt and he couldn’t move his arms or legs. Footsteps rushed towards him and an officer helped him get pulled out of the vehicle.

    “please,” his voice was weak as he clutched onto the officer. “please help…my family…” The last thing he saw before he passed out, was the name of the officer.

please save my family, officer Marsh….

.

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beep…

beep…

beep…

       (M/N) blinked as his vision adjusted to the bright lights above his head. He could feel pain spread through his body as he tried to move around and see where he was. 

     Something shuffled next to him as he finally sat up enough to see the hospital room, and look at the woman next to him. He couldn’t really tell who it was, but it looked like his mom, the (H/C) looked the same but shorter.

    “Mom…?” The woman stirred as he spoke and she jumped up immediately, wrapping her arms around him and he hugged her back the best he could with the cast on his, assumed, broken arm.

    “oh (M/N)! I thought you would never wake up! i was so scared you were gone like the rest of them!” He recognized the voice, it wasn’t his Moms. It was his Aunt Georgias.

    “Hi Auntie….” He smiled and hugged her tightly one last time before she pulled back from him, a weak smile on her face.

    “Hi sweet boy, How do you feel?” She rested her hand on his cast, giving him a look of sympathy.

    “I’m…Alright, i think..” He held his head with his not broken hand and groaned at his oncoming headache. “what happened Auntie?” 

    Her face dropped and she gripped his cast tighter, he could tell she was trying not to cry. “Your mom, she….” His aunt had to take a deep breath before she continued. “you were all in an accident… a really bad accident.”

    He could feel time stop as she explained what happened to him. His Mom had seen a deer in the road and swerved to not hit it, however, she ended up hydroplaning and the car crashed. His hadn’t had her seat belt on, so she was flung through the windshield and had passed away on impact, His brother ended up breaking his neck and died before he was rushed to the emergency room. His Younger sister Hope, was knocked out severely, and she was currently in a coma. 

   He just sat there as his aunt cried, saying how grateful she was that he woke up, and how sorry she was for him to lose those people all so suddenly. The tears just started to spill from his eyes out of nowhere, he couldn’t help it nor could he stop it. His aunt held him as he cried, and all he could think of was why this happened. Why did this have to happen to him and his family? It could’ve been anyone else but it was them.

   why?

[magscrane]

oc interview

I was tagged by @thebouda and @emabatis thank you both!!!

I'll be doing this for Iris of course!!

Are you named after anyone? 

Not that I know of. Unless a flower counts as "someone"

When was the last time you cried? 

Quite recently. I saw a cute baby bunny.

Do you have kids? 

Not at the moment, no. I might like to adopt in the future, though.

Do you use sarcasm a lot? 

Unfortunately

What's the first thing you notice about people? 

Their physical appearance, I guess? Isn't that how it is for most people?

What's your eye colour? 

It's a drak brown, very warm. Almost close to crimson, I suppose.

Scary movies or happy endings? 

What's a movie?

Any special talents? 

I've been told that I have a strong sense of duty, if that counts?

Where were you born? 

In a small village near the edge of Sterra.

Do you have any pets? 

No, but once I settle down, I might like a cat or two

What sort of sports do you play? 

I've never been overly active, but I enjoy running.

How tall are you? 

Five feet and eight inches!

What was your favourite subject in school? 

Commoners don't really get to go to school.

What is your dream job?

Being able to be a guard for Sterra's God is such an honor! I can't think of anything I'd rather do.

Blank version:

Are you named after anyone? 

When was the last time you cried? 

Do you have kids? 

Do you use sarcasm a lot? 

What's the first thing you notice about people? 

What's your eye colour? 

Scary movies or happy endings? 

Any special talents? 

Where were you born? 

Do you have any pets? 

What sort of sports do you play? 

How tall are you? 

What was your favourite subject in school? 

What is your dream job?

Tagging @robin-red-ethanol @maypearlss & an open tag for anyone else who want to join in!!!

[this-here-is-not-singing]

Tagged by @help-help-i-need-an-adult to share 15 facts about myself

Thank you 🥰

I'm not good with coming up with facts about myself so I went back to the original questions 😅

Are you named after anyone?

Kinda? My irl name is the same as one of my parents friends but I don't think it was anything special like "we named our baby after you" they just liked the name

My online name is a made-up-by-@does-your-flag-mean-death female version of a character from a book I was obsessed with as a kid (Wolfsaga by Käthe Recheis)

When was the last time you cried?

I don't fully remember tbh it's been surprisingly long (a few weeks maybe?) but I'm guessing it was during a movie

Do you have any kids?

love that we're all so old that this is a valid question now lol. but no

What sports do you play/have played?

Never was much of a teamsports person but I used to do ballet in elementary school, was in a swim club and now I hike & do yoga. Also used to boulder semi-regularly before the pandemic but never got back into it

Do you use sarcasm often?

Not really? Not notably often at least I think?

What's the first thing you notice about someone?

Usually their hair. And like... a general vibe that's mostly "alternative/metalhead/nerd or not"

Eye color?

Greenish-brownish? Hazel? something like that

Any talents?

Apparently I'm talented at playing the drums at least according to my drum teacher but I can't practice at home so idk. and i think I'm pretty good at writing when it comes to scientific reports and papers. I don't think I could write prose very well but writing in a concise and easily readable way comes pretty easy to me

Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings all the way. If the scary movie is good it's fine but I'm just a sucker for happy cheesy endings. Nothing makes me cry more than people hugging at the end of dramatic movies

Where were you born?

Germany

Do you have any hobbies?

I play the drums, play & DM DnD, love hiking & reading and recently started crotcheting. Also gaming

Do you have any pets?

Not right now! Grew up with bunnies, had a snake for a few years and we're planning to get cats once i have a stable job

Height?

176cm I think

Favorite school subject?

Well I'm doing my master's in biology so take a wild gues haha

But looking back I also really fondly remember German class. And Theater if that counts haha

Dream job?

Researcher but also being payed well & not working overtime & with a non-temporary contract. About as realistic as my actual dreams.

And here's a bonus fact: I ramble lol so here's some people I'd like to hear from

@kitsune-sam @helianthus21 @spookyshadowfox @a-hearts-a-heavy-burden @crescendoofstars @asongaboutpirates @augusta-imperatrix and i guess @does-your-flag-mean-death (if i find out anything new about you like this I'm gonna be pissed though 😘)

[fredheads]

can i get uhhhh 2 and 17 and 21 and 24 for the kisses prompts 👀

Yes you can beloved!!! 🤲💖 Only unlike you I started writing each separate and it was taking a very long time bc of work so here is two and I will reblog with two more later ❤️

Hand kisses and tearful kisses under the cut 😊 ft a school dance and a really fucked up bachelor party

2. hand kisses

“Don’t you look handsome!” Bunny Andrews exclaims as soon as she opens the door to find FP on her doorstep. She holds the door wide and ushers him in, beaming at his thrift-store suit jacket whose sleeves ended at his forearms like he’d shown up in a three-piece tux. 

“FRED!” she calls up the stairs immediately. “FP’S HERE!” Bunny turns back to FP, blue eyes glowing as she looks him up and down with her characteristic warm smile. “Look at you,” she says, pinching his cheek gently. “I know why Fred’s going stag to this dance, but you can’t tell me a handsome man like you couldn’t find a date.” 

FP smiles awkwardly, fiddling with a loose thread in his suit pants for lack of anything to do with his hands. Fred’s recent fight with Hermione - culminating in her keying their van in the high school parking lot - had attained almost legendary status in their town by now. Of course, there had been a whole lineup of Riverdale girls waiting to take her place on Fred’s arm at the winter formal, but Fred had asked FP instead. In the eyes of everyone in town they were going stag together, and the plans they had for the back of said van at Miller’s point tonight were between just the two of them. But it still feels embarrassingly close to the truth to be standing here in Fred’s foyer with a suit on, waiting for him to come downstairs so they could show up to a dance together. 

“No one I liked,” he offers with a shrug. Mumbling and shrugging is his go-to with adults as much as it is with his own peers, but Bunny, unlike the rest of the town, isn’t put off by it. She wraps a slender arm around his shoulders and pulls him to her side affectionately. 

“Come on, FP. I know the truth.” 

FP suddenly feels sick, looking up sharply from where he’s been contemplating his less-than-shiny dress shoes. “You do?” 

“Sure do.” Bunny combs his hair back with her fingers, attempting to push it into place. “You’re too good of a friend to let my boy go alone.” 

FP grimaces a smile as she parts his hair for him, trying not to let the heart attack he’d almost had show. “FRED!” Bunny yells up the stairs again. She shakes her head at FP before she checks her watch. “Honestly, that boy. The last time he was early to something was the day he was born. He was supposed to be an August baby, you know. He couldn’t wait. Oh! While we’re waiting, let me go get the camera.” She smiles apologeticaly and squeezes his arm. “I know I’m being an embarrassing mother, but you’ll want these pictures one day. Mark my words.” 

She zooms off into the kitchen just as FP hears Fred’s bedroom door open upstairs. He glances up at the staircase that leads to the second floor just as his best friend comes into sight on the landing. 

Fred smiles at him - huge and beaming - the second their eyes meet, and any minor incovenience FP felt about his tardiness vanishes like it had never happened. He starts down the stairs, and all the breath gets sucked out of FP’s lungs. He stands still on the hallway carpet, frozen, feeling his heart pumping, his head buzzing and his ears ringing as though all the sound has left the universe. 

Fred’s in a black suit with a crisp white shirt and bowtie, every inch of his outfit dazzlingly bright and looking as though it was made to fit his body. His hair is parted perfectly and gelled back, not a strand of brunette out of place. His face is clean and rosy and glows like a candle, but rather than having a childlike effect, it emphasizes the masculinity in it: his jawline, his brow, the lines of his cheekbones. He’s so handsome that it feels unfair, and the smile on his face just makes it worse. That smile makes FP’s stomach float and his knees turn to butter. 

He didn’t know a human being could be that handsome, so audaciously perfect and spotless and stunning. He feels like his jaw is hanging open. His eyes roam greedily over every inch of Fred, not ever coming into contact with anything less than perfection. Suddenly he feels tiny and shy. How could he ever think he was good enough for this person? 

He’s frozen in place as Fred walks towards him, hand on the banister, grinning his gorgeous smile like he has no idea he’s putting the stars in the sky to shame. No idea he’s the very picture of masculinity right now, or that he’s more beautiful than anything FP ever thought he deserved to see. His brown eyes gleam like mahogany in the twinkling lights from the living room’s christmas tree. 

When he stops before FP, whos only just gaining feeling in his limbs again, he drops effortlessly into a bow, grasping one of FP’s cold hands and bringing the back of it up to his lips. He looks up at FP through his eyelashes as he kisses the skin, the press of his lips leaving a patch of burning heat. Then he straightens up again, each movement as precisely calculated as a dance, and drops FP’s hand with a smile just as Bunny comes back in the room with the camera. 

FP can feel himself blushing, which is not something he does often. His face and the skin of his neck feels like its on fire. Fred winks at him before he turns to his mother, who fusses immediately with his bowtie and his hair. “Go stand next to the tree,” she orders them, and FP allows Fred to pivot him into place, heart still pounding hard, and all the more so when Fred wraps his strong arms around him from behind and clasps his hands over FP’s stomach. The smell of his cologne envelops FP as Fred puts his chin down on his shoulder, grinning for the camera. At least FP assumes he is. He’s focusing all his energy on trying to breathe normally with Fred’s body weight pressed up against his back, hoping the way he feels like shaking all over inside doesn’t translate to his body. 

Bunny tuts. “Fred, can’t we take a nice photo, please?” she scolds him as Fred’s freshly-shaven cheek collides with the side of FP’s face, nuzzling there like a cat. “FP’s been waiting for you, and you’re goofing off.” 

“Just take one like this,” Fred urges, breath tickling FP’s earlobe, his hands never moving from where they’re cradling the hollow of FP’s stomach. Bunny sighs, and the camera flashes obediently, a soft click undoubtably capturing FP’s face in the same red as the Christmas ornaments forever. 

“Now stand next to one another, please,” she orders, so Fred’s hands slip obediently away from FP’s belt, and FP takes the deepest breath he’s taken all night. They pose as any straight guys would: hands in pockets, arms folded, chins tilted confidently, FP pretending with all his might that his knees aren’t still weak from when Fred kissed his hand. It shouldn’t feel this way - he’s had Fred’s mouth on most places on his body by now. But that hand kiss had nothing to do with the kind of sex they had all summer in their van - not that he was complaining about that. But the way Fred had kissed his hand had nothing to do with sex at all.  

That hand kiss was romance. That kiss said I want you and only you. 

Now he gets it. How Fred gets all the girls. 

You’re so stupid, the familiar voice of self-hatred speaks up in FP’s mind as the shutter clicks. It doesn’t mean anything to him. He’ll ditch you at the dance for the first girl he sees. 

But he catches Fred’s eye and sees him smiling; Fred who chose him tonight, who kissed his hand like he was one of those very same girls and who made him feel special and beautiful in his four-dollar suit. Fred who’s all his until the sun goes down. 

And the voice gets a little quieter, just for now.

/

21. tearful kisses

“What was it like?” Fred’s shifting the wood around in the campfire, eyes glued to the embers. His voice comes out flat, but at least they’re talking. That’s something. They’d exhausted small talk in the first few hours he’d been back, and the drive up to the campsite had been choked with painful silence, years of things sitting between them that neither was ready to say. Here was an olive branch. “Basic training?” 

“I wasn’t really there for long,” FP admits. It’s the first time he’s admitting that out loud. The old shame closes over his heart like a fist, but it’s a little easier saying shameful things to Fred. Always has been. He kicks at the bottlecap he’d dropped onto the dirt. “Kicked me out about six weeks in. Dishonorable discharge.” 

“Six weeks,” Fred repeats. When FP looks at him he sees something in Fred’s face that jars him right back to high school: hurt. His brown eyes are full of pain, and there’s an upset surprise there too, a bit of the shocked, wounded look Fred used to get when FP would disappoint him. But there’s something cold in them too, something darker than FP remembers. The injury in his gaze seems to change almost immediately into sad resignation. “Then where did you go?” 

“Around. But I wanted to come back,” FP clarifies, understanding Fred wasn’t really asking about his travels. “I did. I meant to. But I wasn’t ready.” 

“You wanted to.” Fred repeats quietly. 

“Are you just going to repeat what I say?” 

“You joined the army for six weeks,” Fred replies, his voice dripping with venom. “It’s been seven years. My dad was dying. I had no one left. And you left after six weeks and went around.”

“I needed the time-”

"I NEEDED YOU!"

Fred screams it. A ringing silence follows, in which an owl screams somewhere off in the dark. Fred stares at him across the flickering fire and then quickly turns away, wiping his face furiously with his hands. 

“I needed you,” he repeats, voice ragged as glass. “I needed you, FP.” 

FP looks down at his boots, the hand gripping his bottle of beer in a death grip. Contemplates the fucked up tragicomedy of his pathetic little life. How no matter what he tried to do, it always fell short. Fred’s still turned away from him, and that makes it easier to say what he does next. 

“I never stopped loving you, Fred. I left so I could stop, but I didn’t.” 

Anger lights in Fred’s face, enough that he turns immediately back to him and looks FP square in the eye for almost the first time since his train had arrived. “Oh, don’t say that. Don’t you say that now.” 

“What does it matter now?” FP asks, digging in his heels. He shrugs, though his shoulder stay hunched up by his ears, betraying the nonchalant gesture. His hand trembles on the bottle. But he means what he says. “You have Mary, and I’m glad it worked out like that. It’s good for you. She’s good for you.” 

“You don’t get to tell me whos good for me,” Fred answers. His tone is calm, but the words tremble with a thick undercurrent of danger. Of rage. “You don’t get to sit there and say my life worked out for the best. You weren’t here! You don’t know anything about my life! You weren’t here when my dad died. You weren’t here when everyone left for college. You weren’t here all those nights I CRIED OVER YOU!” He strikes both thighs with his balled up fists, his face turning crimson in the firelight. “All those nights I worried you were DEAD! The times I wished I WAS DEAD! You weren’t here all those days and months and years that I drove back and forth from that construction site wondering why the fuck you ran away from me! What the fuck my life was even for! You weren’t here when I was fighting to put food on the table for me and my mom because were are the only ones left after my dad died. You weren’t here when it happened, when I NEEDED MY BEST FRIEND! FUCK ALL THE REST, YOU WERE MY BEST FRIEND, FP!” He screams the next words, cords standing out in his neck, hurt in every syllable. “I NEEDED MY BEST FRIEND AND YOU WEREN’T THERE!” 

Fred sniffs, his voice breaking on the last word. His face is red, tears streaming down his cheeks as fast as he can wipe them away. FP feels sick just watching it. 

“And now, what?” Fred stammers, wiping his face. “After you broke my heart? After you said we could never be together? You come back and you say you still love me?” Fred throws his hands down, tears running freely down his face. “You still LOVE ME? THAT’S WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY? SEVEN YEARS LATER?” 

“Just forget it then!”

“I can’t!” Fred screams, his voice breaking. “How could you say that to me when you know that I can’t!” 

“Why not?” FP yells back. 

“You know why I can’t. You know.” Fred puts a shaking finger out in his direction, keeping FP at arm’s length. “Don’t you come here the day before my wedding and ask me to say it.” He runs his hands through his hair and over his face, scrubbing away the tears. “I can’t get married tomorrow,” he whispers, more to himself than FP.

“Don’t you dare,” FP says quickly. That’s not why I came here. I didn’t come to blow up your marriage-” 

Fred gets up and slaps him. There’s not a lot of power behind it, but it’s hard enough to snap FP’s head around, a red mark stinging raw on his cheek in the cool air. 

“That’s great,” Fred says in a voice that’s cold and unfamiliar. He massages the palm of his hand with his opposite thumb. “You come here and tell me you’re still in love with me the day before my wedding, but then you say you don’t want me after all. That’s just like you. I don’t know why I expected anything else.” 

“It’s not that,” FP says through gritted teeth. “I'm not good for you. We've always known that.”

“Is that the self-loathing the army was going to train out of you?” Fred folds his arms, looking older and stronger in a way FP doesn’t recognize.

“I thought about you every day, Fred,” FP says, looking up at him. “All seven years.” 

“STOP IT!” Fred shoves him with both hands, then. FP falls off the log he’s sitting on and lands on his back in the dirt. He stares up at his best friend, whose silhouette is dark and solid against the sky. 

“You come back and you talk to me like nothing's changed between us. Like I haven't lived a whole life without you. Like I haven't finally moved on. I was finally happy, FP.”

“Then why invite me to your wedding?” 

“Because I thought about you too,” Fred says, his voice breaking. “Of course I thought about you. You're my best friend. You're supposed to be.”

FP stares up at him. His pulse is beating furiously in his neck. Fred crouches down, and for an insane moment FP thinks he’s going to climb into his lap and kiss him. But he just reaches out and offers a hand. FP takes it, and Fred pulls him gently to his feet. 

“Fred-” FP says softly, his own throat closing with a lump. 

“Stop it.” 

There’s a muscle trembling in Fred’s jaw when he turns his face away. For a moment he looks so much like Artie that FP feels like he’s dreaming. FP stands there, staring at his profile, the tears spilling over his cheekbones that he doesn’t have a right to wipe away anymore. He can hear himself breathing in the quiet of the woods. And then just when he’s about to step back to give Fred his space, Fred turns and seizes him by the ears and kisses him, so hard that pain explodes in FP’s nose from where their faces smash together.

/

[mygwenchan]

15 people, 15 questions

I've been tagged by the lovely @visualtaehyun - Thank you, baby 😘

1) Are you named after anyone?

Nope~ My dad was the one who picked my irl name (had I been a boy, my mom would've been the one to pick it, since my parents had that kind of arrangement). He chose a name with same first syllable as my older sister's, so the names would sound nice together :) (kind of like what a lot of Thai parents do when they have more than one kid)

2) When was the last time you cried?

I actually have no idea 😳

So must've been a while.

3) Do you have kids?

No. And I don't want to have any

4) What sports do you play/have you played?

I wanted to write "none", but actually I used to play in a local basketball team for a while when I was like 16/17. Did some archery as well :) Other than that, I'm mostly a couch potato lol

5) Do you use sarcasm?

Sometimes~

6) What's the first thing you notice about people?

I usually don't notice shit cause my thoughts are all over the place XD Hmm... maybe if they stand too close to me? I need my 2m personal space bubble around me, thank you very much

7) What's your eye color?

Gray-blue (or red when the allergies hit lol)

8) Scary movies or happy endings?

Both sound good! But only if it's scary as in classical ghost story without gore and jump scares

9) Any talents?

I'm stubborn as hell, especially when people tell me I can't do the thing. Bitch, watch me! I'll do the thing and I'll excel! And I might be a shorty, but if anyone dares to threaten my loved ones, I'll turn into a pure force of nature. Other than that, I'm pretty good at crafting and upcycling :)

10) Where were you born?

I'm nordisch by nature, baby~ Born in an old Hansestadt at the Baltic coast 🌊

11) What are your hobbies?

Watching BLs and sometimes writing meta about it. And I've recently gotten into making book nooks, I also like to sew (not really clothes, but small things) and I'm trying to learn how to play the piano. I'd also consider art history and archaeology a hobby of mine. I like to learn interesting facts about the every day life of normal folks from the past

12) Do you have any pets?

I have over 200 plants, do those count? And there are some wild animals that visit me every now and then (a red and a black squirrel and lots of birbs, plus the occasional neighbor's cat)

13) How tall are you?

My passport says 1,61cm, but that's a lie... I'm only 1,58cm 😅

14) What was your favorite subject in school?

I've always liked biology and art. Though for some reason that I can't recall now, I still chose german and physics as my advanced courses. Fun fact: I didn't like history in school, but ended up studying archaeology lol. But well, it was mostly because my history teachers sucked, not so much because of the subject itself.

15) What is your dream job?

Not having to work at all 😔 Idk, I never really had a dream job or a career path I wanted to take. Mostly because my interests tend to shift every couple of years or so and I don't like to get stuck with the same thing forever. Right now I'm working as an e-commerce and online marketing manager for a small nerd company. I'm pretty much my own boss and can decide when and on what I want to work, which is great. Recently we've started building a new online shop and I've been helping out with that, which can be pretty interesting actually.

Ok, that's it about me. Now let's learn something new about you guys~

I'm tagging @boysslove @scarefox @blmpff @lukaherehelp @pinkkop @sparklyeyedhimbo @fleursyoongi @bunni-bun @howlingmusketeers @7777-deactivated @vegasandhishedgehog @dekaydk @shouyou910 @asdfghjklmpff @bl-bam-beyond

[kazytka]

So where was I this month? Working two jobs, chasing a nibbly bunny and... accidentally writing a yaoi book.

I wanted to do 30 days of WangXian, but...the project spiralled. What I'm Left whit now is a story that starts similar and then jumps of a quite literal mountain cliff.

Example;

The twin Jayde's are now full on Princes born to the second consort of the Emperor sent to a mountain monastery to protect them from the Machinations of the first wife.

Wei Wuxian is still adopted but now is a child stolen from the other realms. He was found in a hollowed out tree where crows nested by the Lord of that land and brought home. As he and his wife had recently experienced a loss of an infant second son he believed the baby to be a blessing from the gods. His wife how ever detested the child and her husband for Dearing to replace one of there own whit a 'stray'. She was content to hate in silence until on the boys 7 birthday, all 3 children went missing for 7 days and nights, only to returne changed. more mature and clever. Odd things seamed to surround them and happen to them. In a bid to regain control over them all the Lady used an ancient technique to wipe ther memories clean and from then on proceeded to carefully and meticulously control every aspect of there life's.

But the other world called out to young Wei wuxian and when he travels whit his family to attend a meeting of the clans in the secret monastery he sizes the opportunity to regain his memories whit the help of a younger prince ...

[unfortunate-arrow]

𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐬

A/N: For @hp-12monthsofmagic’s May prompt (“Victory”). After going through multiple different scenarios involving the Battle of Hogwarts and Voldemort’s defeat, I settled on rewriting an old fic that I wrote a little less than three years ago. Set in November 2003.

“Who’s that, Momma?”

The little voice startled Sara O’Donnell-Lee out of her trance. She looked up from the photo album to see a small girl with reddish-brown hair and The Little Mermaid pajamas, her small girl. Sara pursed her lips, studying her daughter.

“What are you doing out of bed?” Sara asked.

“I want water,” Dora replied, offering Sara an innocent look that she did not buy.

“Uh-huh. Where’s Daddy?”

“He’s with Vi-vi.”

“Really?” Sara raised her eyebrow. Despite being only six months old, Violet was an incredibly good sleeper.

“Or maybe with Dec.” 

That sounded more accurate. Her son had recently decided that sleep was for the weak and the best thing that a two-year-old could do was stay up the whole night. He’d also quit napping, right around the time that Violet was born because of course he did.

“The people, Momma,” Dora exclaimed, sounding exasperated in the way that only a four-year-old could. 

Sara sighed, but pulled Dora into her lap anyways. She placed the photo album into their laps, flipping back to the first page of photos.

“Who do you know?” she asked, pointing to the first picture.

“That’s Unca Ryan!” Dora exclaimed in excitement, pointing to the sixteen-year-old form of her middle brother. “And that’s Unca Conor and Aunt Cara and Aunt Penny and Aunt Rowan!”

“Yeah. That’s right. And there’s me and Daddy.”

“The people?”

Sara stared at the next photo for a long moment, a bittersweet smile forming on her face. The photo had been taken in her sixth year, by Charlie Weasley with Penny Haywood’s camera. The five Hufflepuff girls were smiling widely, Tonks’s hair changed color every other moment. They had no idea what was to come, how much things would change, that in ten short years one of them would be dead.

“Well, that’s Momma and that’s Aunt Penny and that’s Aunt Rowan,” Sara began pointing to each of the girls as she said their names. “And this is Chiara. She sometimes works with Momma.” 

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “This is Tonks. She was probably my best friend. We were not the type of friendship that people expected. Tonks was kind of like Uncle Ryan and I was not. She passed away a while ago, so she’s with Grandma and Granda O’Donnell. In fact, Dora, we named you after her.”

There was no response and Sara looked down. Dora’s eyes were shut and she clung tightly to the plush bunny that Sara hadn’t realized that her daughter had brought down with her. She gently closed the photo album and placed it onto the coffee table, scooping Dora up to bring her to bed. Once Dora had been settled into bed, Sara took a moment to peak in on baby Violet, who was sleeping soundly. The nature of a third child, Sara supposed. She paused at the top of the stairs, smiling at the sound of Barnaby’s baritone, softly muted through the door of their son’s bedroom.

She stepped back into the living room and slid the photo album back into the bookcase by the fireplace. She stared at the photos on the bookcase. There were a myriad of photos, reflecting the many different points in her life. Herself as a child, grinning with her grandparents and siblings. Her time at Hogwarts. A photo of her and Barnaby after their lowkey wedding. A photo of her holding baby Dora and one with baby Declan and a third one with baby Violet. The newest family photo, with her siblings and new nephew, Michael, and her sisters-in-law. One of her and Barnaby at each of her siblings’ weddings. One of the cursebreaking crew members in the Order of the Phoenix. One of her and Tonks.

“Love?” Barnaby’s voice and arms wrapping around her waist startled herself out of the trance.

“Declan asleep?” she asked.

“Yeah. Kid conked out right after I started talking about the different ways to care for creatures.”

“That boy is not going to follow your footsteps into magiozoology.”

“No, he is not. What’s on your mind, my dear?”

“Dora asked about some photos from our younger days. I’ve been thinking about Tonks a lot tonight.”

“Oh, love.”

“Yeah. But you know, Barn, it feels like her death meant something. There’s been so many other pointless deaths in my life but hers felt different.”

“We won.”

“Yes. She helped to make it possible for us to give those kids a life where they aren’t afraid. To give her son a life where he isn’t afraid. And that feels like a victory.”

[shesirens]

                    spotted    !    HANA    STERLING  -  BLUME    on    the    cover    of    this    week’s    most    recent    tabloid    !    many    say    that    the    TWENTY    SEVEN    year    old    looks    like    IM    NAYEON    ,    but    i    don’t    really    see    it    .    while    the    PRINCIPAL    BALLERINA    &    USC    GRADUATE    STUDENT    is    known    for    being    AUTHENTIC    my    inside    sources    say    that    they    have    a    tendency    to    be    VITRIOLIC    .    i    swear    ,    every    time    i    think    of    them    ,    i    hear    the    song    HAPPIER    THAN    EVER    BY    BILLIE    EILISH    .

                    full    name    :    hana    sterling  -  blume    .    nickname(s)    :    bunny    ,    only    used    by    father    .    origin    :    hana    [    korean    origin    ,    the    number    one    ]    ,    sterling    [    old    english    origin    ,    little    star    ]    ,    blume    [    german    origin    ,    flower    ]    .    age    :    twenty    seven    .    date    of    birth    :    june    15th,    1995    .    place    of    birth    :    jeju    ,    south    korea    .    gender    :    cis    woman    .    pronouns    :    she    /    her    /    hers    .    religion    :    agnostic    .    sexual    orientation    :    bisexual    biromantic    .    language(s)    :    korean    ,    english    ,    and    french    .    occupation    :    principal    ballerina    with    the    los    angeles    ballet    and    graduate    student    of    finance    at    the    university    of    southern    california    .

               it’s    the    summer    of    1995    when    hana    is    born    to    a    young    couple    that    were    not    prepared    to    have    a    child    of    their    own    .    it   wasn’t    that    the    couple    didn’t   want    her    or    that    they    didn’t    love    her    ,    but    their    income    wouldn’t    be    able    to    support    a    baby    in    the    way    they    would    have    liked    .    she’s    given    up    for    adoption    only    four    days    after    her    birth    by    her    teary    eyed    birth    parents    ,    but    not    before    they    bless    her    with    the    name    of    hana    .    she    spends    the    next    three    years    in    an   orphanage    before    she’s    officially    adopted    by    donna    blume    and    clark    sterling    .

              moving    to    los    angeles    is    a    shock    for    the    little   girl    ,    alongside    learning    that   the   two    new    people    in    her    life    were    now    her    parents    .    at    first    ,    it    takes    some    adjustment    ,    especially    as    she    had    to    learn    a    new    language    while    getting    used    to    a    new    environment    .    one    of    the    ways    that    hana    finds    her    bearings    is    when    she’s    signed    up    to    begin    ballet    lessons    when    she’s    five    years    old    .    she’s    a    little    late    to    the    game    when    she’s    signed    up    ,    but    it’s    clear    that    she    has    a    natural    affinity    to    the    discipline    .

               ballet    becomes    everything    to    hana    ,    and    it’s    something   that    she    enjoys    .    she    makes    friends    and    is    constantly    showered     with    praise    for    her    quick    grasping    of    each    learned    skill    ,    which    leads    to    lead    roles    in    productions    and    praise    from    those    within    the    industry    .    when    the    time    comes    for    college    ,    she    finds    herself    in    new    york    city    where    she    pursues    a    bfa    in    dance    at    new    york    university    .    while    there    ,    hana    continues    to    impress    ,    and    lands    lead    roles    at    the    university’s    productions    .    her    most    notable    was    as    clara    in    the    nutcracker    and    as    princess    aurora    in    the    sleeping    beauty    .

               hana    graduates    from    the    tisch    school    of    the   arts    when    she’s    twenty    two    ,    and    moves    back    home    to    los    angeles    .    she’s    home    for    a    few    years    ,    landing    a    spot    with    the    los    angeles    ballet    when    her    entire    world    is    suddenly    rocked    by    news    of     her    parents’    divorce    .    hana    ,    always    the    observant    child    ,    knew    that    there    was    something    going    on    ,    but    she    never    knew    (    and    still    doesn’t    know    )    why    they    separated    after    all    of    this    time    .    as    much    as    hana    loves    her    parents    ,    she    can’t    help    holding    anger    and    displeasure    with    the    both    of    them    for    entirely    different    reasons    .

               now    ,    hana    is    a    graduate    student    at    the    university    of    southern    california    while    also    pursuing    her    full  -  time    career    as    a    principal    ballerina    .    she    likes    to    be    as    far    removed    from    hollywood    as    she    could    possibly    be    ,    but    somehow    manages    to    still    get    involved    with    it    whenever    it    comes    to    her    mother’s    work    (    and   sometimes    her    inability    to    not    be    so     damn    opinionated    )    .

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growing    up    as    a    child    who    witnessed    how    much    it    drew    her    parents    away    from    home    ,    hana    wants    to    be    as    far    removed    from    hollywood    as    possible    .    unfortunately    ,    she    hasn’t    been    successful    ,    and    she    carries    a    lot    of    resentment    towards    her    parents    for    not    being    there    when    she    needed    them   .

hana    is    the    typical    eldest    daughter    ,    often    butting    heads    with    her    mother    and    feeling    as    though    she    has    to    take    care    of    her    younger    siblings    .    she    goes    through    stints    where    she    doesn’t    go    home    as    often    as    she    should    unless    the    younger    sterling  -  blume    siblings    beg    her    to    .

in    truth    ,    she    carries    anger    and    upset    towards    both    of    her    parents    ,    but    her    mother    typically    gets    the   brunt    of    her    attitude    .    she    struggles    with    forgiving    her    parents    ,    and    would    rather    bottle    up    her    feelings    over    letting    anyone    know    what’s    really    bothering    her    .

she    lives    in    a    spacious    $1.2    million    dollar    condo    in    los   angeles    ,    which    she    moved    into    shortly    after    her    graduation    from    college    .    hana    prefers    driving    herself   around    the    city    ,    and   can    often    be    spotted    in    her    2023    mercedes    a  -  class    .

the    only    reason    hana    decided    to    pursue    a    master’s    degree    is    because    she    wanted    to    have    a    fall    back    plan    .    she    wasn’t    sure    if    she    would    have    been    able    to    pursue    ballet    as    a    career    ,    but    she’s    managed    to    complete    her    degree    while    also    being    a    principal    ballerina    with    the    lab    .    she    is    set    to    graduate    this    upcoming    may    .