#fruity fly daughters

[lucidmagic]

Bela/Cassandra/Daniela, trying to be flirtatious: "Would you love me if I was a worm?" Reader, deadpan: "You're literally a swarm of flies." Bela/Cassandra/Daniela, now pouting: "You didn't answer the question."

[newkatzkafe2023]

I would *love* to see the genderbent version of the Baby Fever / "Impregnate me now!" post. Depending on the Monkey, it could be the Queen herself rather than the S/O asking for a baby

Ohhhhhhhhhh I agree on the queen part, yes indeed😁😁😁

(Lmk Wukong) You have been giving her baby fever for a long time, for years you had tended to no only the baby monkeys FFM but also to Mk, Mei and for some reason Redson. Your like another father to them, a scary one but well not as scary as pigsy but your Definitely much stricter then him as you push Mk a bit to do better things Mostly for her own good. One day she and Mk lost you at that Mall, and the found you comforting a crying girl who got lost from her mother. She cried and hid her face in your chest, and you wrapped you jacket around her she was immediately comforted as she called you baba feeling safe with you while you spoke with mall security. Yup that was the final straw..........

(Wukong) Mk their's something I need to tell My husband

Back At FFM

(Wukong) IMPREGNATE ME AT ONCE!!!!!!

(Male Y/n)HUUUUHHHH?!?!?!?!?😳😳😳🥵🥵🥵

(NR Wukong) I doubt she would get baby fever on the fly, but you do things that may build up to it. Like it's one thing for you to take Care of Li as you treat her like a daughter and treating Her boyfriend Stu like a son. What stranger is that you do the same for Their friends as well, even spoiled rich girl Ao bing wasn't safe from your fathering. Wukong finally asked what has gotten into you lately, that's when you told her that you wanted a baby cub. You told her, when a lost boy had mistaken you as his father and even when you found his real father, he still wouldn't stop calling you baba and you felt strange ever since😣. Wukong jaw dropped her husband got baby fever and he doesn't even know, well then...........

(Wukong) F*CK ME!!!!!!🤤🥵

(Male y/n)...........................Now I normally would but I feel like it's different this time😳😦

(HIB Wukong) Ohhhhhhhhhh boi you make her ovaries explode every second of every day. I mean, they did that when she first met you, and you kept doing that now. You take care of silly boy the most making sure he stays out of trouble, and make sure to groom Luier and take care of her hair. When Wukong saw that she was down for the count, then you delt the final blow when you were called baba by both the kids and some other children in the village who saw you as a father figure. Wukong couldn't take it anymore

(Wukong) cubs, cubs, Cubs CUBS!!!!! I WANT MORE CUBS🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

(Male y/n) WUKONG PLEASE WE'RE IN PUBLIC!!!!!😣😳

(MKR Wukong) She would never know she had baby fever until its to late for her, like it's was one thing for fruity to address you as baba and you don't have an opinion on it. Then she sees it everywhere you guys go together, whether it be a small boy who needs his ball back from a tree, or a little girl who sad that her plushie ripped and you sat there and sew it back to together. Then what shocked Wukong was how you got lots of rebellious teenagers to open up and vent alot easier then the monk and even their own parents did. Wukong was admittedly impressed with your quirks, but the blow was a mother struggling with her baby and you took the baby boy from her and he immediately stopped crying as you spoke sofly to him.

(Wukong) I.....I think I wanna baby😳😳😳

(Male Y/n) Yeah, I'll do that in a minute hun🙄😒😑

(Netflix Wukong) Now I see her baby fever being caused by her lack their of a family growing up😥 She was all alone for most of her youth until you made it better. Well then she met dragon king, and Lin and finally you, the village weirdo although you were completely unorthodox you were kind, patient and supportive. You never judged her and for that she fell in love with you, but lately she's been feeling a bit hollow like something is missing until she saw what it was. You were playing with the village children, from making up games, and drawing and making snacks for them. Wukong eyes Widened at the care you give to them, and so it clicked she knew what was missing.

(Wukong) Y/n...I want a baby🥺

(Male y/n) ABOUT TIME I wasn't doing all the fatherly stuff for NO reason😑😠

(BMW Wukong) You were always quite rough around the edges and that's what she like about you, but what she didn't know what about your baby fever. It was a bit before she met you and you were hired to watch over a celestials child for a few days, and you turned out to be more of a father then the girls really that which broke your heart then you met your wife. You never brought it up to her in fear of you would come off as pressuring her, but your wife was smarter and more aware then you thought.

(Wukong) Ohhhhhhhhhh Y/n, how do you feel about cubs

(Male Y/n) I would like that, but I hope you know their might be more than one at the first try😐😐😐

(Wukong)..........what do you mean by that😳😳😳😳😳

(Destined one) Ok, so you were acting strange lately. She's been noticing how you like to lay on her stomach at all times while slightly whimpering. She felt your hollow feelings and mild depression and it's been going on for a while. When the destined one asked what was wrong, you just told her that something was missing. That when you and your wife had separate experiences, she had saved a young child from another demon who wanted to eat her, and the little clung on to her for safety while in the village you had tended to a crying little girl who scraped her knees and you put a Bandage on it making her smile and you both figured out what was missing.

(Destined one) IMPREGNATE ME AT ONCE!!!😫😫😫

(Male Y/n) I WANNA A BABY MONKEY CUB!!!!!!🤩🤩🤩

(Both) WAIT REALLY?!?!?!?😳😳😳

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[only-azzyz-rainstorm]

intro post !!

name: azalea raine

gender: demigirl (pronouns she/they)

parents: carol raine, nyx

likes:

-winter

-the beach

-sleeping

-my girlfriend (fruity runs in the family, keep up)

-reading

-smashing my alarm clock

-oil painting

dislikes:

-house centipedes

-cockroaches

-octavian

-my alarm clock

-using scissors (don't ask ok)

description: i like to think of myself as nice and so does my girlfriend, we have been together for a year now

i am kind and love working with children. don't really talk much but oh well.

appearance: long brown hair, blue eyes, freckles :)

backstory: i met my girlfriend three years ago in an alleyway, we didn't quite click at first but then we were stuck together, cornered by a manticore. so we fled to new york, where we found out that she was a roman demigoddess and not greek, which kind of sucked because iykyk.

so anyway, chiron told us to separate which we could barely even imagine, and we ended up across the world from each other, me in camp half-blood and her in camp jupiter (as a daughter of bellona).

the war (BoO) brought us together again, even though we were forced to fight against each other. it was very heartbreaking to see her hurt because of me.

in the aftermath, we both decided we would stay in contact (via iris-messaging) through the year until i could fly to new rome, where i am now, writing this from our dorm.

relationship status: taken! by @frick-frack-its-natalie

luv u all, goodnight!!!

(ooc: idek i literally just created a new OC out of nothing for this blog, hope you like it)

[harlowsbby]

Games Women Play

Requested, the reader and Jack have been married but it’s a rocky marriage so when he goes on tour she ends up seeing someone else and having an affair with a married man, all ends up crashing and burning in the end.

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You always felt disgusted after you did it because deep down inside you knew what you were doing was wrong and unforgivable, if Jack knew what you were doing he’d leave without a second thought.

You looked down at Joey, and watched how his chest rose and fell due to him have a peaceful slumber. Grasping and pulling the robe on you tighter you got up from your shared bed with Jack to take a shower. You always took showers after sleeping with Joey because you felt like in a way it was washing away your sins.

After you showered you did the rest of your morning routine before heading downstairs to greet your daughter Mariah who was most likely already awake. Mariah was 6 years old and she was very bright and smart no matter how hard you tried you could never put anything past her.

“Good morning my love.” You greeted her as she watched cartoons on the couch with a mouth filled with Fruity Pebble Cereal. “Good morning mommy! Did you sleep good mommy?” She beamed with excitement when she saw you were finally awake, she quickly ran over towards you and hugged your legs. “I did sleep good, what about you my little angel?”

She shrugged her shoulders, “I had a nightmare again last night.” You cooed and brushed a few strands of hair out of her face, she had Jack’s exact curl pattern and hair texture. “Just about daddy I miss him lots mommy.” She pouted the brim of her eyes starting to fill with tears.

“Don’t cry baby how about this before you go to school you can call him? How does that sound.” Her mood instantly picked up as you took out your phone and clicked on Jack’s contact after a few rings he picked up.

“Daddy!!” She grinned and held the phone but she smiled even brighter when Jack appeared on the screen. He had his cap on backwards and had a plain white tee on. Mariah left into the room to talk to Jack while you cleaned up the kitchen.

You’d say your marriage with Jack started getting rocky the minute left for tour, this tour was going to be exactly 4 months long he’d spend 3 months in the states and 1 month out of the states, you had needs womanly needs that needed to be attended and taken care of and maybe having an affair wasn’t the way to take care of those needs but the damage has already been done.

You haven’t really spoken to Jack much since he’s left mainly because you were still upset with him and still wasn’t over the argument the two of you had.

flashback

“So you’re just leaving us? And for 4 months what am I going to tell Mariah, oh I’m sorry sweetie your father would much rather spend his time away on the road than with his own fucking child!?” You spat at Jack and tossed his clothing into his suitcase. He groaned and massaged the side of his face he didn’t feel like arguing but clearly you did.

“I need to support the two of you don’t I? This is my life and my career Y/N you can’t like I won’t be flying the two of you out within a month.” You just rolled your eyes and kept throwing his stuff inside his suitcase. “Are you even listening to me Y/N?”

“You’re talking aren’t you.” You snapped. Jack stood up and made his way over to you he tried taking the clothing out of your hands. “Just put it down alright and talk to me can we talk about this.” “Nope.” You pulled away from him and walked over to your dresser pulling out some of his socks. “You’re leaving tomorrow right? So I need to pack your stuff.”

“Just fucking stop alright Y/N stop acting like the damn victim in this shit.” The victim? He’s the one that wanted to leave Mariah and You for 4 months you had ever right to play victim. You paused what you were doing and faced him, he looked at you in sorrow. “You’re the one leaving us Jack did you even think about me? Or Mariah how she’d feel or how this would impact her not having her father here.”

He looked down at his shoes you shook your head in defeat. “Of course you didn’t you know I think it’s best I go sleepover Neelam’s tonight. I’ll see you whenever you get back.” He didn’t stop you from leaving only because he knew he was wrong he should’ve talked to you about this but instead he just sprung it on you like nothing.

flashback over

“Mommy here you go.” Mariah handed you the phone letting you talk to Jack. “Hi my pretty baby.” Rolling your eyes you propped the phone up on a box of rice so he’d be able to see you while you did the dishes. “What’s up?” You blankly asked. “What’s up?” He questioned. “You’re still mad at me, I’m sorry Y/N alright I already feel guilty and horrible for what I did.”

“You should feel horrible you know Mariah’s daughter and father dance is this Friday and guess who won’t be here, his name rhymes with whack.” He chucked. “Oh so I’m Whack Harlow now?” You stiffed a laugh not wanting him to know you found it funny. “I’m being serious Jack she missed you.. I miss you.” You mumbled that last part but he heard you. “You miss me huh?” He grinned.

“Fine I miss you but don’t let it get to your head.” You told him but it was too late because he was already smiling from ear to ear. “I miss you too baby but look I have to go but I’ll look you later on tonight alright?” You nodded and blew him a kiss and he blew one back before hanging up, you smiled and sighed in relief you were happy the two of you made up.

“Good morning baby.” Joey’s voice came from behind you he placed his hands on your ass giving you ass a quick squeeze making you squeal and lean into his touch. “Good morning handsome how’d you sleep?” With your head on his chest you looked up at him his dark green eyed starring into your eyes. “I slept good especially since last night.” You giggled and turned around in his arms now facing him. “How about we go a few more rounds when I drop Mariah off.”

“Sounds good baby.” He leaned forward placing a few kisses on your lips you moaned and rubbed your body against his, your core started to heat up. “I want you now.” You moaned into his mouth. “You do huh? You sure you can take it because last night the way your eyes were rolling I swear you were about to meet God.” You slapped his chest and pulled back.

“Whatever I’ll show you otherwise.” He grinned and grabbed a banana. “I’m sure you will, don’t be long baby I’ll be waiting.” The entire time the two of you were in the kitchen Mariah was recording Tik Tok's on her iPad but what you didn’t know was that in the background of one of her unpublished videos was Joey and You making out in the kitchen.

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“It feels good to be back home in Louisville.” Urban stretched and nodded. “It sure does even if it’s for the weekend.” Jack was back home in Louisville for the weekend since it was Mariah’s father and daughter dance tomorrow.

He didn’t let you know he was coming he wanted it to be a surprise he even managed to stop by the store to get you some flowers. He got an alert from his phone and it was a email from his ring camera company, for the past few weeks the ring camera hasn’t been working but Jack had gotten someone to come out and fix it just for them to say it was unplugged.

“My ring camera isn’t working again? I pay too much for this shit not to be working.” Jack was growing irritated seeing the email from the ring camera saying the camera wasn’t working again. “Maybe someone is unplugging it again? Maybe it’s Mariah.” That was a possibility but Mariah wasn’t tall enough to reach the plug. “I don’t think so but I’ll just talk to Y/N about it.”

Urban heard there was a few rumors going around in Louisville saying how a few neighbors saw some man coming in and out of your house and random times of the night, he wanted to bring it up to Jack but he figured how wasn’t the time.

After the Uber dropped Urban off Jack was now heading back home he was a bit nervous mainly because he hasn’t seen you for awhile or Mariah, but when he pulled up to the house all his nerves faded away he was ready to be surrounded by his girls.

Approaching the door that’s when he noticed the ring camera was indeed unplugged. He knocked on the door within a few minutes it flung open revealing Mariah and Yourself. “Daddy!!” She squealed and wiggled around in your arms wanting to be put down. “Jack?” You questioned but nonetheless let him in.

“What are you doing here?” You questioned him and watched him tickle Mariah, he looked up at you. “I couldn’t let my little girl go to the father daughter dance without me now could I?” Mariah giggled. “Nope!”

"Hey baby what happened with the ring camera? I noticed it was unplugged." You forgot you unplugged the ring camera you only did it when Joey came around since it altered Jack whenever someone or something was near the door. "Oh I did that I was touching up the front door with some paint." You lied he nodded and thought nothing of it.

You were thrilled Jack was here but at the same time what were you going to do with Joey, for right now he was back home with his wife but you knew he’d be back over tomorrow. “What’s been going on? Any new gossip or tea at school.”

Mariah rolled her eyes at Jack’s attempt to seem cool. “Let’s go play tea party daddy.” He looked back at you making sure you didn’t need him for anything. “You’re good go have fun, make sure you put some makeup on him baby girl.” Mariah grinned and nodded and took a horrified looking Jack upstairs.

You wanted to text Joey and warn him not to come over but with his history of cheating on his wife she had every single password on his phone so she’d most definitely question him if she saw a message from some women she’s never heard of. The only thing you could do was simply pray he wouldn’t show up.

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Jack had just gotten finished getting ready for the father and daughter dance, you were downstairs doing Mariah’s hair when he came into the kitchen. You practically drooled seeing him dressed up in an all black fitted suit and the way his hazel brown colored curls hanged and stuck up in any and every direction had you clenching your legs and that’s something Jack noticed.

“You good over there baby?” He devilishly smirked. “I’m so good are you good?” You squeaked out he chuckled. “I’m doing good but when you’re done you think you can come help me in the bathroom real quick?”

You quickly finished up Mariah’s hair and made your way into the bathroom. “Jack? Where are you.” You whispered yelled. “I’m right here baby.” Before you could’ve even then around he had you pushed up against the sink with your ass pressed up against his crock. “I fucking missed you so much Y/N.” You moaned as he nibbled on your ear-lope and made his way down to your neck, you shivered when he blew on your neck.

“I missed you too Jack so much baby.” He begins to suck on your neck very softly you can feel the pressure start to increase as he sucks harder, you moan feeling his dick pressing against your ass through his pants, he was always so big. “Jack please I need you.” He pulls away and admired his working giving it a nod in approval. “You might wanna cover that up baby.” You groan inspecting your neck seeing he left a hickey the size of Texas.

“Mommy, Daddy? Can we take a picture together on my iPad.” Mariah’s voice came from the other side of the door, Jack opened the door letting Mariah come inside. “Of course Princess, where is it I’ll go get it.”

“It’s in our room under the bed.” Jack nodded and made his way upstairs. Making his way into your shared bedroom he looked around confused seeing a pair of sweats that weren’t his laying on the bathroom floor tucked under a few used towels. But he shook his head letting it go he just figured Clay or Sunni might’ve came over since they tended to use your bathroom.

Taking the iPad from under the bed he opened the camera roll he was scrolling through pictures laughing and smiling at little videos Mariah had taken of the two of you but he stopped when he saw a video of Mariah doing some Tik Tok trend, in the back was a video of you but the thing is you weren’t alone.

“What the fuc-.” He was interrupted by the doorbell ringing. “Who is it?” He heard you yell, Jack took the iPad and hurried down the stairs. “Who's at the door?” You shrugged your shoulders. Jack opened the door and came face to face with Joey.

Jack looked Joey up and down noticing a bouquet of red roses in his hands and a box of Hershey chocolate Jack noticed Joey had the same snake tattoo on his arm just like the man in the video, that’s when he put two and two together this man in-front of him was the man that was kissing on his wife.

“Jack, honey who is it we’re about to lea-.” You stopped in your tracks seeing Joey and Jack standing there. Jack had a look of disbelief and disappointment all over his face. “Are you.. are you having an affair?”

[corallapis]

Henry ‘Chips’ Channon: The Diaries (Vol. 1), 1918-38, entry for 14th April 1923

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Saturday 14th April

We dined at three tables this evening at the Grafton Galleries, we being the Carlisles, the Prince of Wales,¹ Poppy Baring,² Mrs Coats,³ Alice Astor, Prince Henry⁴ and a little woman he is flirting [with], Prince George,⁵ Lady Alexandra Curzon,⁶ Serge Obolensky and Paul of Serbia. Paul Whiteman,⁷ an American, conducted his fabulous orchestra with intoxicating skill on hearing who was in the room. At about 11.30 the Prince of Wales decided to commandeer the band and we left . . . but where to go? We agreed on the Curzons’ house (which is closed for repairs). The Prince of Wales sent to St James Palace for a great deal of champagne: the band of twenty-eight musicians arrived and we all crept stealthily into the darkened house. But no glasses! Prince Henry and I searched the bedrooms and collected every available toothbrush glass . . . . At dawn we went out on the balcony and at last when the band was ready to collapse and we were exhausted we sadly separated. It was 7.30 Sunday morning. We walked up Pall Mall in our evening dress hunting taxis. The guard at Marlborough House⁸ recognised the young pink princes and presented arms. We have all sworn to secrecy about this hush party but I wonder how long it will be before all of London knows and gossips. I shan’t say a word.

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1. Prince Edward Albert Christian George Andrew Patrick David (1894-1972), elder son of King George V and Queen Mary, created Prince of Wales 1911; succeeded his father in January 1936 as King Edward VIII, abdicated December 1936; created Duke of Windsor on his abdication; married Wallis Warfield Simpson (1896-1986), of Baltimore, in 1937.

2. Helen Azalea ‘Poppy’ Baring (1901-80), daughter of Sir Godfrey Baring Bt, and Eva Hermione Mackintosh: the Duke of York had proposed to her in 1921 but his mother, Queen Mary, had forbidden the union because of her supposed unsuitability. She was also vetoed as a bride for Prince George, whose mistress she became. She married William Piers Thursby (1904-77) in 1928. She ran a dress shop in Down Street, off Piccadilly in London.

3. Audrey Evelyn James (1902-68), daughter of William Dodge James, married in 1922 Captain Muir Dudley Coats MC (1897-1927) of the Scots Guards. Having been widowed she married in 1930 Marshall James Field (1893-1956), an American department-store heir, investment banker and newspaper proprietor. They divorced in 1934.

4. Prince Henry William Frederick Albert (1900-74), third son of King George V and Queen Mary, created Duke of Gloucester 1928; married in 1935 Lady Alice Christabel Montagu Douglas Scott (1901-2004), daughter of the 7th Duke of Buccleuch.

5. Prince George Edward Alexander Edmund (1902-42), fourth son of King George V and Queen Mary, created Duke of Kent 1934; married in 1934 Princess Marina of Greece and Denmark (1906-68). Although known before his marriage to have had a number of mistresses he was also believed to be bisexual, and became one of Channon’s closest friends. He was killed on active service with the RAF when his flying boat crashed into a hillside in Caithness.

6. Lady Alexandra Naldera ‘Baba’ Curzon (1904-95), Lord Curzon’s youngest daughter by his first marriage. In 1925 she married Major Edward Dudley ‘Fruity’ Metcalfe (1887-1957), confidant and equerry of the future King Edward VIII, but conducted a number of affairs with men in high society, notably Lord Halifax, between the wars. Because of her flirtations with various fascists in the 1930s her nickname morphed into ‘Baba Blackshirt’.

7. Paul Samuel Whiteman (1890-1967) was one of America’s most famous band leaders.

8. Residence of Queen Alexandra in her widowhood.

[vatt-world]

song

A Foggy Day

Ain’t Misbehavin’

All Of Me

All The Things You Are

Almost Like Being In Love

Autumn Leaves

As Time Goes By

Bewitched

Bye Bye Blackbird

Can’t Take That Away

Cheek To Cheek

Choo Choo Cha Boogie

Come Rain Or Come Shine

Days Of Wine And Roses

Don’t Get Around Much

Embraceable You

Fly Me To The Moon

God Bless The Child

I Get A Kick Out Of You In The Mood

I Only Have Eyes For You

I Wish You Love

It Had To Be You

It’s Only A Paper Moon

I’ve Got You Under My Skin

Jump Jive and Wail

Just in Time

Just The Way You Look Tonight

Let’s Fall In Love

L.O.V.E.

Makin’ Whoopee

Misty

Moon River

More

My Funny Valentine

My Romance

Night And Day On a Clear Day

Our Love Is Here To Stay

Over The Rainbow

Route 66

Satin Doll

Someone To Watch Over Me

Stormy Weather

Summerwind

Take The A Train

Teach Me Tonight

The Lady Is A Tramp

The Nearness Of You

The Way You Look Tonight

There Will Never Be Another You

Unforgettable

Witchcraft

When I fall in Love

You Make Me Feel So Young

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A Thousand Years

At Last

All Is Fair in Love

As Time Goes By

Baby I’m Yours

Beautiful In My Eyes

Because You Loved Me

Better Together

Brandy

Can’t Help Falling In Love

Can’t Make You Love Me

Can’t Take My Eyes off of You

Close To You

Close Your Eyes

Come Away With Me

Crazy Love

Days Like This

Daughters

Don’t Know Why

Don’t Let Me Be Lonely

Dreams

Falling Slowly

Faithfully

Feel Like Makin’ Love From This Moment

First Time Ever I Saw Your Face

From This Moment

Get Here

God Only Knows

Grow Old With You

Have I Told You Lately

Heaven

Hero

Home

How Do You Keep the Music

I Chose You

I Could Not Ask For More

I Believe In You and Me

I Hope You Dance

I Loved Her Face

I See The Light

If I Should Fall Behind

I Will Always Love You

I’ll Be There

I’ll Stand By You

In My Life

In My Father’s Eyes

In Your Eyes

Jersey Girl

Landslide

Love Is

Love You I Do

Into The Mystic Jersey Girl

Let’s Get It On

Lucky

Lovely Day

Making Memories Of Us

Moondance

My Baby You

My Wish

Ribbon In The Sky

Sarah Smile

Seven Days

She Keeps Me Warm

So Amazing

Song For Momma

Taking You Home

That’s My Daughter In The Water

The Greatest Love of All

The Luckiest

The Rose

Thinking Outloud

Tiny Dancer

To Make You Feel My Love

True Companion

Unchained Melody

Walk With You

We’ve Only Just Begun

What A Wonderful World

Wonderful Tonight

You And I

You Are So Beautiful

You Don’t Know Me

You Raise Me Up

You Send Me

Your My Best Friend

Your The Best Thing That Ever Happened To Me

You’ll Be In My Heart

You’ve Got A Friend In Me

Your Song

///

Hot Hot Hot

I Shot The Sheriff

Is This Love

Jamaica, Jamaica

Jammin’

Let Them Be Fed

One Love

Red Red Wine

Stir It Up

Three Little Birds

Trenchtown Rock

//

Don’t Be Cruel

Do You Love Me

Hound Dog

Johnny B. Goode

Jailhouse Rock

Teenager In Love

The Twist

Peppermint Twist Rockin’ Robin

Rock Around The Clock

Roll Over Beethoven

Run Around Sue

Shake, Rattle & Roll

The Wanderer

Why Do Fools Fall In Lov

//

Build Me Up Buttercup

Barbara Ann

Donna

Don’t Be Cruel

Gimme Some Lovin’

God Only Knows

Hound Dog

I Love You More Today

…Than Yesterday

In The Still of The Night

Jailhouse Rock

Johnny B Goode Little Deuce Coup

Ooh Baby Baby

Only You

La Bamba

Mony Mony

Rockin’ Robin

Roll Over Beethoven

Run Around Sue

Sea of Love

Since I Fell For You

Surfer Girl Surfing USA

Sweet Caroline

Teach Me Tonight

Teenager in Love

The Twist

Tutti Fruiti

Twist & Shout

Unchained Melody

Why Do Fools Fall in Love

Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow

You Belong To Me

//

ABC

Ain’t no Mountain High

Ain’t Nothing Like the Real Thing

Ain’t Too Proud Too Beg

Can’t Hurry Love

Chain of Fools

Dance To The Music

Dancing In The Streets

For Once In My Life

Get Ready

Grapevine

Hold On I’m Comin’

How Sweet It Is

Let’s Stay Together I Can’t Help Myself

(Sugar Pie Honey Bunch)

I Feel Good

I’ll Be There

I Want You Back

Keeps Me Hanging On

Knock On Wood

Let’s stay Together

My Girl

Midnight Hour

Mustang Sally

Natural Woman

Never Can Say Goodbye

Rescue Me

Respect Same Old Song

Shout

Signed, Sealed, Delivered

Sex Machine

Since I Fell for You

Soul Man

Stop In the Name

Sugar Pie Honey Bunch

Tears of A Clown

The Way You Do Things

Until You Come Back to Me

What’s Goin’ On

You Are The Sunshine Of My Life

You’re All I Need to Get By

Ain’t Nobody

Ain’t No Stoppin’ Us Now

Another Star

Bad Girls

Best of my Love

Boogie Oogie Oogie

Boogie wonderland

Billy Jean

Brick House

Dancing Queen

Dim all the Lights

Disco Inferno

Don’t Leave Me this Way

Don’t Stop Till You Get Enough

Do You Believe in Love

Everybody dance now

(Everybody everybody) Get Down Tonight

Give It To Me Baby

Good Times

Got To Be Real

Hot Stuff

I Will Survive

I’ll Be Around

I’m Every Woman

I Wish

I Wanna Dance With Somebody

Kiss

Last Dance

Let’s Groove Tonight

Love Train

1999

Oh What A Night

Play That Funky Music

Freak Out Stayin’ Alive

September

Shake Your Body Down

Shake your Groove Thing

Shining Star

Sing A Song

Sing A Simple Song

Sir Duke

That’s The Way Of The World

Turn the Beat Around

Waiting For Tonight

Wanna Be Startin’ Something

We Are Family

What Is Hip

What You Won’t Do For Love

YMCA

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All Right Now

Bell Bottom Blues

Brown Eyed Girl

Centerfold

China Grove

Communication Breakdown

Day After Day

Domino

Do It Again

Glory Days

Honky Tonk Woman

It Keeps You Runnin’

Josie

Little Wing

Livin’ On A Prayer

Long Train Running

Message In The Bottle

Minute By Minute

Misty Mountain Hop

On The Edge of Seventeen

White Winged Dove

Peg

Purple Haze Reelin’ In the Years

Rock n Roll

Roxanne

Satisfaction

Sweet Home Alabama

Takin’ Care of Business

Tempted By The Fruit of Another

Tenth Ave Freezeout

You Shook Me All Night Long

Walk This Way

You Can Call Me Al

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Ain’t No Other Man

All About That Bass

Bad Romance

Bang Bang

Beautiful Day

Believe

Blurred Lines

Born This Way

Call Me Maybe

Clarity

Crazy

Crazy In Love

Clocks

DJ’s Got Us Falling In Love Again

Domino

Don’t Stop The Music

Dynamite

Edge Of Glory

Elevation

Empire State Of Mind

Feel This Moment

Firework

Forget U

Get Lucky

Happy

Heaven

Hips Don’t Lie

How Far Is Heaven

Home

Hot N Cole

I Can’t Feel My Face

I Love It

I Need To Know

I’ve Got A Feeling

Just Dance

Let’s Get Loud

Life is a Highway

Locked Out of Heaven

Makes Me Wonder

Moves Like Jagger

No One

No Place I’d Rather Be

O.P.P.

Party Rocker

Pokerface

Raise Your Glass

Rehab

Royals

Shake It Off

Shut Up and Dance

Single Ladies

Smooth

Stay With Me

Sweet Thing

Sweet Dreams

Teenage Dream

The First Cut Is The Deepest

Thinking Out Loud

Time Of Our Lives

This Is How We Do it

Treasure

Umbrella

Uptown Funk

Use Somebody

We Found Love (In a Hopeless Place)

Yeah

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Black Orpheus

Che Che Cole

Corcovado

Evil Ways

Girl From Ipanema

Guantanamera

La Murga

Oye Como Va

I Need to Know

I Wish You Love

Meditation One Note Samba

Quiet Nights

Shaker Song

Sunshine of my Life

Suavemente

The Look of Love

Triste

Watch What Happens

Wave

What a Difference a Day Makes

Caught Up In The Rapture

Creepin’

Smooth Operator

Sweet Thing

Sweetest Taboo

That’s Way of World

This Will Be

Til You Come

[azsazz]

Summer Daze

Azriel x Reader

Summary: Anon Request: heyy i’m the anon who asked for dad!az fics and i had an idea… what abt a fic where az spends the day with the kids like he has a day off and just goes around velaris with reader and his fam… 

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,372

Note: so not quite Velaris with the fam but still cute af

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You remember being in this exact spot with Azriel years ago. 

After your mating ceremony you had gotten away from the chilly winters of Velaris and into Summer, tucked under your mate’s wing on the plush lounge on the beach. The setting sun casting its lovely pinks and creamy oranges across his tan skin.

You’d never seen him so at ease, shadows out of sight and wings hanging low, brushing against the soft sand of the Summer beaches as you curled further into his embrace, his thumb stroking across your sun kissed skin though he had told you to put more sun protecting salve on. 

He’d thrown you over his shoulder and you had squealed as he ran into the night chilled water once the sun had gone to rest and that familiar night sky appeared, stars blinking awake. This was everything you had been waiting for your entire life, lovingly wrapping your arms around Azriel’s neck, cheeks hurting from smiling so hard. His hands slipped around your waist, holding you against him and staring down at you with sparkling eyes, pressing his forehead against your own.

“This is by far the best decision we’ve ever made, my sweet,” he whispers, kissing you passionately for a moment. Your hands wind their way into his salty hair, tangled from the ocean. The bond between the two of you glows golden and warm like the sun had set within you.

You hum in agreement, resting your head against his chest, looking out across the serene waters, the moon just making its appearance over the horizon. His heart is a steady beat beneath your ear, strong and comforting as it had always been.

“And someday, we can bring our children here, to experience Summer like we have.” Your heart swells and you hold him tighter in your arms, twisting so your chin is on his chest as you blink back the happy tears in your eyes.

“Yes Az, I want that with you so badly I can hardly wait,” you admit, and he smirks suggestively at you, his light.

“Who says we have to wait?”

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You can’t help but to smile, remembering the first time you’d been here.

You relax beneath the shady pergola on a lounge fit to fill your entire family, Jax settled and sleeping against your chest while you read, the shrieks of joy from your children and their cousins as Azriel, Cassian, and Rhys toss them up into the air above the water.

Nesta, next to you, admires her own mate, failing to hide her smile behind her fruity drink.

“One of these days Nes, you ought to have another,” you comment softly, watching how Cassian cradles your daughter just a little closer to his chest as he dips the both of them down into the water. You can hear the squeal of surprise at the cool water, then giggle as she splashes her tiny hands around.

He’d been hinting at having another for a while now, and always had Zuzu in his arms when she was around. It was so painfully clear that he wanted a daughter of his own.

“One of these days,” she agrees, flipping the page of her own book with indifference. You’ve been around the oldest Archeron sister now to know, can hear the mirth beneath her bored tone, the idea sparking in her mind.

Your heart swoops and you clutch your youngest tighter to your chest, jolting the small child as you straighten, watching Wren and his cousins – who had just learned to fly – getting as high in the air as they can, then tucking their wings in tight and freefalling into the ocean below.

You pass a whiny Jax into the arms of Feyre, who is on your other side, sunbathing, as you scramble up from the daybed, taking a few steps towards the rest of your family, “Not too high!”

Azriel’s head perks up at your voice, Baz sitting on his shoulders, his father and his own little shadows splash in the water around them. Your mates’ halt at the worry in your tone, immediately looking for danger, and you can hear him warning his son to be careful before he’s taking Baz off of his shoulders and tucking him against a hip, retreating from the water and jogging over to where you’ve settled back in on the lounge, Jax content in his aunts arms.

You can’t help but admire him as he comes to console you, your second son laughing as he bounces against his hip. His skin is glowing under the bright sky and he looks every bit as relaxed as he did all those years ago, happier now that he has his children, mate, and family near.

He places Baz down on the cushion and he immediately scrambles away for a refreshment of his own, Elain helping him drink from the straw of the coconut, Lucien’s chin hooked around her shoulder and beaming down at your son. Rhysand was always one to go all out when it came to important events, and this was no different. You were all staying in the most lavish of houses Adriata had, backing right up to the ocean with enough rooms inside for you all to have two.

Nesta and Feyre groan playfully as your mate climbs up on the lounge, immediately standing and retreating towards the water where the rest of your family is. The shadowsinger stops, kneeling between your legs, an easy smile on his lips. Hands planted on either side of your hips he kisses your swelling belly, not quite showing, the next babe inside.

He then moves to your lips, pecking you lightly and staring down at you, sprawling out into Nesta’s abandoned spot beside you, head propped up on his fist, other hand caressing your stomach lovingly.

“They’re just having a bit of fun, Love,” he says softly, and you give him a knowing look, “Just like we did when we were young.”

“Not all of us had wild childhoods,” you tut, brushing back his hair from his face as he rolls his eyes. You are utterly in love with him, and admire how much he’s grown since you’ve known him. How he’d come out of his shell over the years, finally finding his place within the Inner Circle. His shadows didn’t hide him as much, and though he was still quiet and sneaky, Azriel had really opened up over time.

“I’ve known you to get a bit wild, (Y/N),” he muses, tone suggestive.

You laugh, fingers dipping down from his hair to play with the shell of his ear instead, hazel eyes gleaming with mischief. 

“I love you Az,” you sigh, closing your eyes and letting the sun beam down on your face.

He takes your hand, kissing up the inside of your wrist, “I love you too, my sweet.”

Baz takes the chance at a peaceful moment to jump on his fathers back, wrapping his little arms tightly around his neck, giggling with pure happiness. 

“Daddy, sand,” your son cheers as Azriel wrestles with his son playfully, all while being mindful of where you lie.

“Okay buddy,” he agrees, “Give mommy a kiss first.”

Your son climbs off of Azriels chest and over to you, your mate keeping an arm around him in case he tries to jump on you, the little rascal. He presses a sloppy kiss to your cheek and you hug him close for a moment, breathing in deep. He smells like coconut and the strong sunblock salve and he sighs against you and you know he’s torn between wanting to stay with you and take a nap or go back and build sandcastles with his father.

He opts for playing in the sand again, and you watch as his father chases after him, screeching with laughter. You look at all of your family, smiling to yourself, knowing that the kids will be out like lights as soon as you get them cleaned up, a long day of playing under the sun with their family.

You couldn’t ask for anything better. This is the dream, and you rub your belly. You can’t wait to welcome the little one into this big, happy, family.

[prodbyblush]

Hey there! Can you do the AIB characters reacting seeing their S/o taking care of their kids when the characters just got home from work?? Thanks!✨

ｎｏｗ ｌｏａｄｉｎｇ . . .

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ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ!

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Taglist: @ahahawowwwwww @chishiyaslosthoodie @jnrenner @dorizone @bangtannie7 @fruity-frutta @miniminnie27

*y/c/n - your child's name

→ female!reader

Arisu:

Coming home just in time for dinner, the first person to greet Arisu when he open the door is his one year old son, looking up at him with an adorable smile on his lips. The kind of smile that lifts up until his ears.

"y/c/n, show to your dad what you can do now" he heard you softly say. Arisu bends his knees, resting his weight on his legs as he watches his son crawl his way to him, a proud smile painting his lips before scooping him up in his arms.

Chishiya:

His shift doesn't end until the wee hours of the night, and so Chishiya decided to facetime with you. With your phone resting on the centrepiece, it perfectly capture you and your three year old daughter.

"Mommy, no wait!" Chishiya heard his daughter y/c/n say, watching the small joy of his life leave the camera frame and came back with a placemat.

"It seems like y/c/n is taking care of her mommy" Chishiya jokes, a small chuckle escaping his lips. "Where's y/c/n again?" Chishiya asks, tilting his head.

"I'm here!" he heard her say as you flipped the view of your camera, showing Chishiya how y/c/n is putting a placemat on his place in the dining table, along with putting bowls and chopsticks.

Niragi:

Coming home after a long day, all Niragi wanted is you on his lap and titty in his mouth. As he enters the front door, he heard soft singing that came from the hallway. Slowly, he walked towards the source of the sound and found the light turned on inside his eight month old daughter's room, taking a peak inside, he found you slowly swaying your daughter in your arms while singing a song. The sight brought warmth all over him, reminding him that he isn't alone anymore.

Last Boss:

Back then, he'd come home and the scent of mold, decaying food and odor and the sight of cup noodles stacked together, books scattered everywhere and clothes that haven't been washed for weeks were the first to greet him. But now, as Samura opens the front door, the scent of your home cooking wafts around the house. Not a single dirt could be found on the polished wooden floor and no sight of flies flying around.

"Dada!" He hears his two year old son say, corners of his mouth smudged with his food as you were feeding him.

Usagi:

Opening the front door with her spare hand and the other holding onto a brown paperbag filled with goods she bought from the mart, Usagi heard your voice in the living room.

"Who's a cutie? You are!" You smiled, booping the ten month old baby you adopted together laying down on the play mat on your stomach. Spotting Usagi, you let out a soft gasp.

"Y/C/N, look! Mommy is home now!" you said, smiling before walking up to her, greeting her with a quick peck on the lips.

Kuina:

The boutique hosted a three day sale and Kuina felt more than happy when it was over. Finally, she thought to herself as she arrived home, but was met with silence. Slowly, she walked around and tried to look for you, not seeing you in the kitchen, living room or even in the bedroom. Her last stop was the baby room, and her heart melted at the sight of you falling asleep on the single couch along with the adopted triplets sleeping inside their toddler beds.

Karube:

What Karube always looks forward after an eight hour shift as a bartender is going home. His boss made him carry caskets of beer, sweep the floors, wipe the tables and take out the trash while he sat down on one of the comfortable chairs inside the pub with both of his legs raised on the top. Karube was on the other side of the door when he heard two melodious laughters inside the house. One being a feminine laughter and the other a high pitched tone, as Karube opens the door, the sight of his wife and their two year old baby back riding on your back greeted him, the sight alone made all of his stress and worries vanish. And this is why he always looks forward to coming home.

[faewitchsdeities]

𝕱𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖌

𝕺𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖊(𝖘): Frigga, Friia, Frixx, Frija, Fricka

𝕲𝖔𝖉 𝖔𝖋: Fertility, motherhood, marriage, love, beauty

𝕾𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖑 𝖉𝖆𝖞(𝖘): Friday (named after her 'Friiasday', Yule

𝕽𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘: Daughter of Fjorgyn, one of the first gods, Wife of Odin, and mother of Baldr, Hodr, and Hermod. Was unfaither to Odin via some other dudes but I don't know who they are.

𝕰𝖓𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖊𝖘: Loki

𝕾𝖞𝖒𝖇𝖔𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖒-

𝕬𝖓𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖑(𝖘): Cat, goose, raven, hawk, swallows, falcons, boars, dogs

𝕺𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗: spinning wheel, spindle, hearth, spun wool, brisingamen necklace, coat of feathers, chariot lead by dogs, domestic arts, marriage, mothers, crown, distaff

𝕮𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖗(𝖘): Blue, aqua, white, ivory, silver, grey, green

𝕰𝖑𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙: Air

𝕻𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖊𝖙: Venus

𝖅𝖔𝖉𝖎𝖆𝖈𝖘: All of em

𝕾𝖎𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖆𝖗 𝕲𝖔𝖉𝖘: Hera

𝕺𝖋𝖋��𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘- kindness and work, aiding others; especially women and children, keeping a clean home and altar.

𝕳𝖊𝖗𝖇𝖘/𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖘: Alder Birch Elder Feverfew Fir Hawthorn Lady's mantle Mistletoe Rose Shepherd's purse Spindle tree Lilly of the valley Thyme

𝕱𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖘: Chocolates Cookies & caraway cakes soaked in cider Eggnog Fruit Honey Lightly fruity wines Mead Milk Nuts Pastries Pork Riesling Spiced cider Strawberries Turkey

𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘/𝖈𝖗𝖞𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖘/𝖒𝖊𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖘: Amber Copper Emerald Gold Moonstone Rose quartz Silver 𝕺𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗: Norse style spindle, white wool (spun/carded), spinning equipment, old fashioned keys, keeping area clean and tidy, textiles made for her, jewelry, perfume, incense, candles, cat and dog figures

𝕴𝖓𝖛𝖔𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓: Helps mothers and children, making peace between warring members of a group, cleaning your/someone else's house, fertility, marriage spells, heaven, proper house keeping, domestic situations, abundance, crafts, farming.

𝕬𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊: Usually seen as a decently well endowed woman with lower back length golden hair. I see her most often shown in a white dress, and I assume she has blue or maybe green eyes.

𝕷𝖔𝖗𝖊/𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘: ~The promoter of marriage and fertility, some depict her as a weeping and loving mother and wife, while others stress her loose morals. She sits beside Odin's fabulous throne Hildskialf, where they together view the nine worlds, although she is all-knowing, she reveals nothing of the future to anyone. She was born of Fjorgynn and is the mother to three sons, The queen of Asgard, and dwells often in a place called Fensalir "FenHalls" -She has three attendants- 1. Hlin (Protectress) Her guardian 2. Gna (Goddess of fullness) the one who runs errands for her on the flying, sea treading horse Hofuarpnir (hoof thrower/kicker) 3. Fulla (Bountiful) the one who tends to her footwear and other clothes, wearing a golden headband -Her son Baldr kept having foreboding dreams of his own death, so she took an oath from fire, water, iron and all metals, stones, and earth, trees, plants, sicknesses and poisons, all four footed beasts, birds, and creeping things that they would never hurt the beloved god. Everything except mistletoe who was too young and harmless to even understand. Loki disguised himself as an old woman and tricked Frigg into telling him about the mistletoe, she said "East of Valhalla is a plant called mistletoe; it seemed to me to young to wear." Loki took a twig from the plant and made it into a dart, then telling Baldr's blind brother Hodr to throw it at him, it pierces the god's skin and he fell to the ground leaving the god's speechless before they began to weep bitterly. Some say that they had a funeral for him on a Pyre ship, Nanna accompanying him, but others say Frigg persuaded all gods, animals, plants to say that they wanted the god back. His life was restored and Frigg repaid them with kisses. Either way, Loki was then locked in a cave as punishment for his crime -this is where he waits for the Doom of the Gods, aka Ragnarock.

[emmyrosee]

SINCE I know y’all miss him, and this idea wouldn’t really work with my other boys, and I miss him too lowkey HA have this, inspired by this.

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It’s quiet in your home, and that can never mean anything good.

Axel’s home for breakfast for the first time in months, his schedule has been absolutely insane given the jobs he’s had to do. To be frank, you’re blessed to have even just today with your husband and catch up on the domestics needed while he watches over Ella.

Or in a perfect world, that’s how it would be.

“Hey, uh,” Axel’s voice calls from the kitchen, voice quivering slightly and it makes your brows furrow in concern. “Babe, can you uh… can you come here, please?”

And just by the sound of his voice, you know it’s either extremely serious or absolutely ridiculous, so without further thinking, you make your way into the kitchen, where Axel is leaning on the island, his elbows resting on the marble as large hands cover his mouth. Across from him sits your daughter, still in her pajama’s while munching on soggy Fruity Pebbles.

So far, so good…

“Ella, sweetie,” axel begins, hands scrubbing his face. “Can you ask that again- daddy didn’t- I don’t think I heard you correct, maybe mommy can help too.”

And as you plant yourself next to your husband, you watch in confusion as Axel struggles to stay composed, Ella matching your confusion as she shovels another spoonful in her mouth.

“When can we have lesbians again?”

You can’t fight the snort that slips from your mouth, your own hand flying up to cover your face. You feel bad, you never want to make your sweet child feel bad for asking questions-

But oh god, what.

“Ella, I don’t think I know what that is,” Axel continues, his teeth sinking deep into his lower lip. “W-What does that mean, what is that?”

“It’s lesbians!” She repeats, her toes drumming against the island while she annunciates the word. You’re trying so hard not to laugh, you feel Axel shaking while trying to hold back his own laughter.

“S-Sweetie,” you chime in, clearing your throat. “I really don’t think you’re using the right word, I don’t think that word means what you think it does, baby.”

“Yuh-huh!” She continues, her bottom lip pouting out as large green eyes blink curiously up at her parents. “It’s like… like spaghetti! Daddy made it before!”

“Oh, my god,” you wheeze, your head resting on Axel’s shoulder and facing away from your daughter. Your nails dig into the fabric of his night shirt as he takes deep breaths to contain and calm himself down.

“Do you…” he snickers and excuses himself briefly. “Do you mean lasagna, my love?”

“Uh-huh!” Ella finally confirms, and you watch her bounce excitedly in her seat. You clear your throat once again as you stand up straight, your hands smoothing out your shirt. “Yes hun, we can… we can have lasagna, soon. Sure.”

“Yay!” She cheers victoriously, all before slipping out of the high-top stool and making her way into the living room, abandoning the last of her cereal and her two struggling parents in the kitchen.

“Alexander,” you say, both in disbelief for what just happened, and scolding him because you have no idea where else she could have learned that word.

“Don’t look at me like that!” He cackles, raising his hands in defense. “I don’t talk like that in front of her, she must’ve learned it at school!”

“Alexander.”

Then, his brow cocks and he looks you up and down, a cheeky smirk finally taking residence on his cheek, now slightly flushed from holding in laughter.

“What can I say?” He hums, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “She’s definitely my kid… Who doesn’t love a good lesbian?”

“ALEXANDER!”

[afan1]

The Wilds: Season 1 Rewatch

Hey, everyone! With Season 2 of The Wilds premiering on May 6, 2022, I thought I’d go back and rewatch season 1 again after the long hiatus.

I’m going to be posting my thoughts on the episodes as I watch them, so hopefully y’all will join me in getting excited about the upcoming season! I can’t wait so let’s dive right in!

SPOILER WARNINGS — While it is an episode recap, there may be spoilers for the entirety of season 1 of The Wilds. Continue reading at your own risk if you haven’t seen all of it yet.

1x01 Recap

1x02 Recap

The Wilds | 1x03: Day Three

Favorite Quote

"I mean, I'm ready to bring a game. I have no idea what kind." — Leah Rilke

Personal Highlights of the Episode

Dot jamming to Fallen Angel. Don't lie — this is all of us when we think we're alone. I will admit to taking it a step further and performing a whole concert with choreography when I take a shower.

Leah during the storm... honestly, everyone during the storm just sitting in misery with no intention of trying to find cover or collect water, except for Dot.

Shelby taking offense to the whole "mall person" label. Honey, it's cause you are a mall person.

Things I Didn't Catch the First Time

Dot wearing a hospital bracelet during the interview. Are all the girls wearing those?

I never saw the fly go into Shelby's mouth. I always thought that she was choking on something from the alcove that she was inside of.

The motorcycle in the garage while Dot's doing laundry. I can 100% see her rolling up to a place on that bike (with one of those old-school helmets too) while smoking a cigarette. Badass. (Also, if she wants to roll Gretchen over with it, I wouldn't be opposed.)

Dot's dad's honorable discharge certificate from the U.S. Army hanging on the wall.

Observations / Theories / Questions

I think the girls have these agents played. Dot being that apprehensive and casual with the agents in the beginning? Not buying it. That's not our Dot.

Dot ordered french fries, 2 bagels, 2 subs, a sandwich, fried chicken, chicken wings, chips, 12 sushi rolls, 2 milkshakes (or just milk?), some kind of fruity drink and candy bars for her interview. You go, girl. Make those agents pay. Literally and figuratively.

Do we know what happened with Dot's mom? Did she die? Did she just up and leave? Until told otherwise, my headcannon is that Dot's dad was discharged from the Army and had a hard time re-acclimating to normal life either from PTSD, trouble getting/keeping a job, etc. and Dot's mom left him. Dot doesn't talk about her mom, so I think she left very early in Dot's youth and she just doesn't remember her anymore.

Dot selling drugs to pay for the medicine that her dad needs and can actually take without having bad side effects. Selling drugs is bad, kids, but Dot should be nominated for "Daughter of the Year" imo

Nobody remembers getting to shore, except for Nora when Leah questions what they recall from the crash. This may have been the first hint towards Nora being the other confederate.

Some of Jeff's annotations in Leah's copy of the book — "My grandfather grew up in Cheyenne. His favorite expression was 'Ain't that a pisser.'" ... "I would watch a snowy television (?) with you and be perfectly content." ... "Dear Leah, I dreamed about you last night. You wore a dress like this only it was red and you were also wearing roller(?). A person only gets a handful of perfect dreams in one's life. For me, this was one." ... "Shetland ponies forever."

Toni ranting and Fatin not caring in the slightest, then Fatin questioning Toni's sign and Toni raging will always make me laugh.

Does anyone know if they wrote Toni to not shave or if it was something Erana decided to do for Toni's character? It varies throughout the season (sometimes she shaves, most of the time she doesn't) and honestly, I love it. It just feels authentic to Toni.

Dot's itinerary only has three days planned out. So, all these girls (barring Fatin, I think she knew it would be longer from her dad's slipup?) were under the assumption that it was going to be a weekend getaway. I'm surprised no one else has friends questioning their whereabouts like Ian did with Leah.

I have the hardest time gauging timelines with shows that are based in the south or in warm climates. Like, my mind works this way: spring — warmish and rain; summer = shorts and hot af; fall = boots and jackets; winter = snow. Then, I remember Dot is in Texas, everything gets fucked up, and I give up on figuring out how long her flashback spans. Northeast problems. Sorry.

Dads teasing their daughters about boys crushing on them is always cute to me. Probably cause #NeverHappenedToMe

If a rattlesnake was that close to me, I'd have already fucking died. Hell to the no. Last summer, I saw a garter snake (it was already dead) and screamed for a solid two minutes. Speaking of — why did they not eat the snake?

Rachel not grabbing the suitcase that was in the plane wreckage? WTF was even in it to keep it sunken like that? Also, how did the plane even get there? Did Gretchen's people fly it over and drop it in? Was it already there, and they found it while scouting deserted islands for the experiment?

Dot not admitting she saw Andrew cheating on Shelby, but also telling her she deserves better is one of those moments that we see Dot forgo her usual bluntness and spare feelings.

I relate so hard to Dot awkwardly and uncomfortably accepting comfort or giving it.

Gretchen implies that Milestone #8 is the girls finding/opening the black box to see the plane crash recording. Anyone have ideas on what the other milestones were?

Gretchen was fired "last fall," so the whole experiment from start to currently has been less than a year.

Shelby coming in clutch. She saw Dot's hesitance to say what she thought they should do with the black box and swooped in to make sure that Dot didn't have to carry the weight of that decision by herself. Then, Dot's sigh of relief. Ughhhh. Shelby and Dot rival Fatin and Dot as my BROTP.

Would people losing consciousness during a plane crash be a normal thing?

You cannot tell me that Leah and Fatin's interaction while packing up the suitcase was not like, lowkey flirting. Before Fatin fucks it up ofc by admitting she read Jeff's annotations. If you can tell me otherwise, don't. Let me live in my Leatin daydreams, please.

"Between you and the book, I get the sense this guy likes recent vintage." YES, Fatin. Call out Jeff on his perv-ness. He's a fucking creep.

The whole scene of Dot and her dad's last moments wrecks me. Jesus, and the song? End me.

Dot is the only one from the group of girls to have met Gretchen in person, correct? Aside from Nora, of course. The ending scene of this episode when I first saw it had me convinced that Dot was the other confederate.

Field Notes

Field Note #025 – Of course Dot would know the lyrics to Poison’s “Fallen Angel”… and just about every other metal hit out there. She inherited her love for hard rock from her father, a real metalhead. One night when she was 11, Dot stayed up late rocking out to a compilation her dad had made especially for her. The next morning, she had her first “bangover” – that’s metalhead slang for the headache you get after a night of serious handbanging.

Field Note #026 — Dot is collecting rainfall, a good source of drinking water if you're stranded in the wilderness. Consuming rainwater is safer than consuming water from a lake or river, but experts still recommend that you filter and boil the rain before drinking it. Let's hope Dot knows that.

Dot is one of those annoying people who doesn't get brain freeze. She discovered this superpower in elementary school, and more than once has won money by challenging dudes to milkshake-drinking contests.

Field Note #028 – Welcome to Fort Travis High School, approximately 2,900 students enrolled. Something to note: Dot, Shelby, Toni, and Martha attend public schools, whereas Leah, Fatin, Nora, and Rachel attend private schools. An even fifty-fifty split, representing both sides of the educational divide. 

Field Note #029 – Dot’s on a budget, so when it comes to hair dye, it’s DIY all the way. Lately she’s been using washable markers, which she steals from the art room at school. It’s a messy process but they get the job done.

Field Note #031 – Shelby’s family is suuuuuper into pranks. (Like you should probably check the toilet for Saran Wrap if you piss at the Goodkind household.) It’s an eat-or-be-eaten environment over there, so yeah… Shelby’s gotten pretty good at pulling off stunts of her own.

Field Note #032 – If you take a close look at the Dawn of Even itinerary, you’ll notice the times are listed in military time. Which, for a teen girls’ retreat, is… weird. Military time, or the 24-hour clock, is usually used in situations where confusing AM and PM could have severe consequences, or when you don’t have reliable visual access to the sun.

Field Note #034 – Fatin didn’t have to read Jeff’s book for school because she decided against taking Contemporary American Lit, an elective she likes to call “Boring Bearded White Dudes 101.”

Shelby Curse Count: 0 (1 total)

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Tell me what your favorite quotes, moments, theories and observations are for episode two! Let's discuss!

[lucidmagic]

Me writing chapter 8 of Phyto's Guide: "How many scenes can I cram into a chapter that's basically Donna and the Reader being a couple without them actually being a couple?"

A rainbow gremlin, perched on my desk, inscrutable eyes on the draft: "Needs more fluff and blushes."

Me: "Really? There's like seven scenes already that have them be gay messes!"

Gremlin, insensed: "MORE FLUFF! MORE BLUSHES! MORE UNRESOLVED SEXUAL TENSION!"

Me: "What?! That's too much!"

Gremlin: "MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE!"

Me: "Ugh! Fine! More fluff and lustful looks! . . . anything else?"

Gremlin, pauses, thoughtful: "Hmmmm . . . add Tall Vampire Mommy and Fruity Fly Daughters."

Me: "Fine, fine, I guess my readers will get Alcina and the Dimi Daughters."

Gremlin, nodding, rubbing their little hands together: "Yes, yes. Feed the gays."

[marcyhub]

( ayca aysin turan, cis woman, she/her ) — Look who it is! If you take a look at our database, you’ll find that HALE EMEL ÖZDEMIR is a TWENTY-EIGHT year old ONLY FANS CONTENT CREATOR & NANNY that’s been in Chicago for TWENTY YEARS. According to the file, they’re a mutant on LEVEL 3 with the power of SUCCUBUS PHYSIOLOGY. That must be why they’re CHARASMATIC and STUBBORN. If you ask me, they remind me of the sweet scent of fruity perfume, icy blue eyes piercing through you, a pile of torn out & bloody hearts. They are affiliated with NOBODY. 

basics;

FULL NAME: hale emel özdemir NICKNAMES: cherry (her name on onlyfans) GENDER: female BIRTHDATE: october 31st SPECIES: mutant AFFILIATION: neutral

personality;

ALIGNMENT: true neutral ZODIAC: scorpio MBTI: enfp POSITIVE TRAITS: intelligent, charismatic, adventurous, charming NEGATIVE TRAITS: secretive, dominating, stubborn, unforgiving

backstory;

CHILDHOOD:

hale was born in hell (literally, not metaphorically.) she is the daughter of lilith, the empress of hell. she slept with a turkish man while doing business in the mortal realm, resulting in a screaming half demon, half human baby. 

when hale was was a child, she was behind all the other demon children. one of her wings is smaller than the other, meaning she couldn’t fly properly and always ended up crash landing and face planting the floor. 

due to being half human, she had empathy and felt things much more strongly than the other creatures down in hell. this displeased lilith. she’d had high hopes for hale, and it was becoming clear that she was never going to meet her mother’s expectations.

when hale was seven years old, lilith took her to the mortal realm and dumped her on her father. he had no idea he had a child, let alone a half succubus one. he didn’t know what to do with her, and she didn’t know who he was. the relationship was awkward and strained.

it didn’t take long for him to sell hale to someone seeking out powerful mutants. they sensed hale’s power, and her father had no problem with giving her up to someone who wanted her and knew how to raise a mutant. 

she was taken and raised to be a weapon. she went through endless, torturous experiments. her wings were removed, along with her tail. her horns were filed and cut to be smaller. her fangs were extracted and replaced with human looking teeth. she was injected with unknown serums, turning her skin from pale blue to the colour of human skin. 

when she was 13, she’d finally finished the training, the brainwashing, and undergone all their tests. when she asked why they were changing her, she was told it was to appear more appealing to the human eye. sure, she was a succubus, but she looked terrifying before the changes. they even took her memories of who she was before she came to their clinic. she doesn’t remember her mother, her father, or that she came from hell.

she was sent out to kill, torture, and lure humans to their deaths. sometimes she was made to kill mutants, too. she didn’t know why. they never revealed anything to her, and she knew better than to ask. 

hale grew tired, losing count of all the lives she’d taken over the years. she liked humans. they were funny and their mannerisms were strange. she began to mimic their behaviours, finding that they naturally to her. she didn’t have to force herself to act more human at all.

by the age of 18, she’d had enough. she didn’t want to kill anymore. she’d managed to break away from the hold they had on her mentally. physically? it wasn’t so easy. her only option was to kill them all. otherwise, they’d never let her go. so, she did just that. she murdered the scientist who’d bought her from her father, and the small group of doctors and scientists that aided him. 

ADULTHOOD:

after leaving the clinic, hale looked for easy work. someone mentioned a sex club to her, and she knew it’d be the easiest job for her. she loved sex, people loved having sex with her... what was there to lose?

she met a guy there. his name was samson and he took her under his wing. he protected her, taught her how to be kinder and less sharp around the edges. he softened her and is a brother to her. she loves him more than she can put into words.

she made a lot of money, got herself a nice apartment, and spent all of her time working and sucking the life force out of her clients. she always left them with just enough to stay alive, though. she wasn’t a killer anymore, unless they deserved it.

when she heard about onlyfans, hale set up an account and ended up with more subscribers than she’d expected. a lot more, actually. she’d doubled her money and was able to move into a luxury, three bedroom apartment. 

she bought a goat and named him vincent van goat. he’s her pride and joy to this day. he likes long walks, jumping on her stomach in the mornings, and parkouring off all her furniture. he’s the perfect house goat.

PRESENT DAY:

a few months ago, hale met her girlfriend, tiffany. she is the absolute love of her life, and it didn’t take long for her to ask her to move in. she has more than enough room, and she doesn’t like being away from her.

after meeting tiff, hale cut down drastically on her sex work. she put more effort into her onlyfans, instead. it doesn’t feed her, but she hates sleeping with people who aren’t her girlfriend. still, her succubus side needs to eat. when she starts looking sickly and her skin turns grey, tiff sternly tells her to go fuck someone so she doesn’t wither away and die. 

during a fight with an alien down in the subway a couple of months ago, hale’s power peaked. her wings sprung out from beneath her skin, and so did her tail. her human, canine teeth were pushed out by longish, sharp fangs which now replace them. whatever had been done to her wasn’t enough to subdue her true power.

hale is happier than she’s ever been. she thankfully doesn’t remember her childhood, and everything from the clinic has become a hazy, distant blur. sometimes she has nightmares, but that’s all they are. she has tiff, sam, and her goat. what more does she need? 

[twilightdruig]

help?

pairing : george weasley x fem!reader

summary : “hi i’m your neighbor and while i know we’ve never spoken but you’re a single parent of two and my sister recently died leaving me to raise her infant and i have no idea what i’m doing, help?” au

warnings : swearing , mentions of character deaths , fluff , au where george lives alone with his two children in a cottage near the burrow , au where fred and cedric live.

words : 2.6k

a/n : this is my first fic so it’s probably gonna be shit (as you can probably tell i’m not good with titles either) but yeah hope you enjoy :> and i might do a little part 2 on this soon

holly l/n was loved by multiple. a sweet hufflepuff student who was favored by all the teachers and students. her sister, y/n was a scary and intimidating gryffindor who hung out in the library.

ever since the battle of hogwarts death eaters have been imprisoned in azkaban. but, that didn’t mean all harm was gone.

now here y/n l/n was, standing in the heat of the summer, her nephew connor l/n mourning the death of a family member.

the service was beautiful. a few hogwarts students came including luna lovegood and neville longbottom and professor sprout and professor flitwick decided to pay their respects. headmistress mcgonagall sent her condolences through a letter as well.

conner wasn’t old enough to go to hogwarts yet. there was no one else for holly to leave connor with. her husband, ronan died during the war, all connor’s grandparents died and the only appointed godparents were holly’s best friend cedric diggory and her sister y/n.

cedric diggory was now teaching first year flying at hogwarts and is married to cho chang.

y/n was currently doing nothing with her life. she wanted to live alone in a cottage, reading, stitching, picking apples and getting drunk on fruity cocktails. but now? she had to take care of her sister’s spoiled son.

y/n hated children more than she hated the people in her own hogwarts house. more so, she didn’t know how to take care of them.

she had to enroll her nephew in hogwarts, teach him basic life skills and other stuff like that. there goes her life goal on being that cool stoner aunt that hates love and children.

—

“shit, connor!” y/n exclaimed as her 3 year old nephew accidentally ate a ton tongue toffee made by the joke shop in diagon alley owned by the weasleys.

“sorry aunty y/n”

she was never close to the weasleys. all of them, stereotypical gryffindors, loud and chaotic and always the main characters.

the only thing she knew about them is that one of the twins live next to her. y/n didn’t know how to shrink his tongue and thought it was quite the convenience that he lives next door. he was a single dad with two daughters, maybe he could help her control her nephew and technically her adopted son, now.

she sighed. “put on your coat, we’re visiting our neighbors, ok con?” the little boy nodded in response

—

went the small cottage came into view, there were two little girls picking flowers on the front yard and a tall red-headed man on the porch watching them.

“hey! weasley!” she yelled with a small smile as she approached the small gate.

“l/n? what are you doing here?” george asked

y/n gestured to her nephew who was holding his now 3 foot long tongue. “he accidentally ate one of your products and i’m not entirely sure how to fix it”

“right, right” he laughed “come on, connor right? i’ll reverse that”

y/n felt a tug at her oversized cardigan. she looked down to see two identical ginger twins.

“hi there!” one smiled.

“hello!” y/n tried to sound as nice as possible. looking back at her teenage years she remembered laughing at kids who fell of their brooms their brooms when she’d watch first year flying. she remembered laughing at seamus finnigan when something blew up in his face. or when she’d laugh at any kid accidentally getting hurt.

“these are for you! they’re pretty just like you” the other twin exclaimed.

“i’m charlotte and she’s billie” charlotte giggled.

“how do u know our daddy?” billie asked

“oh! um, we went to school together and i live just next door” y/n replied

“do you know our uncle freddie?”

“i know all your uncles and your aunt ginny, aunt hermione and uncle harry. they were all famous when we were in school”

“wow!” they both exclaimed

george and connor came back out. “look aunty y/n! my tongue’s normal again!”

“aunty?” george questioned. “holly. she died quite recently.”

“oh! i’m so sorry. i heard about her. yeah. i believe mum sent some flowers for the service”

“yeah we received them”

“i’ll see you around?” george inquired

“yeah, yeah. and i might need some parenting advice? you knew how i was back at hogwarts”

“i am flattered, dear l/n”

“oh hush. and they get along.” she pointed to the three children running around.

“they do. and yes, i would love to help you tame that little rascal” george laughed.

“thank you, george. really.”

“i’m just next door, yeah?”

“yeah” y/n smiled “come on, connor. we’re going home. but we’ll definitely be seeing these lovely ladies soon.”

“bye pretty lady!” y/n heard two young voices call after her

“daddy, who was she?”

“is she gonna be our new mommy?”

—

george and y/n had been hanging out for the past weeks. he had given her advice on taking care of connor and how to deal with children. they also spent time talking about family and their time back at hogwarts. she was told about the attack of death eaters at one of his brothers’ wedding and how his daughters were named after his brothers bill and charlie.

a knock at y/n’s door interrupted her reading.

“oi, l/n!” she heard a familiar voice on the other side of the door.

“weasley” she muttered.

connor recognized george’s voice and the twins’ giggles, he decided he would take matters into his own little hands. connor knew how stubborn his aunt was at the young age of seven.

“hi billie! hi charlotte! hi uncle george!” the little boy squealed.

“hey there, con!” george ruffled his hair while billie and charlotte ran over to y/n.

connor and the twins were two years apart. connor was going to hogwarts the next year. no doubt would he be trouble to professor mcgonagall but everyone knew they were always her favorites.

“aunty y/n! uncle george brought cookies!” connor yelled excitedly. y/n was never the type to bake or cook. she did try to but it always ended in almost burning the house down. she usually fed connor fruits or store bought food.

“you didn’t have to” y/n responded while taking the plastic box.

“oh yes i did” he teased “i heard you’ve been starving this poor little fellow”

“daddy didn’t bake those cookies” charlotte stated “grandma did” billie continued

“oh” she smirked at george then turned to the twins “tell your grandma i say thanks!”

“uncle george! i wanna show you something outside! the twins can come too!”

“connor, what are you gonna show them?” y/n grumbled.

“your paintings! they’re amazing” her nephew jumped.

“paintings, eh?” george smiled “okay, let’s go, champ. see those paintings of your aunt.” the two scurried outside, two redheaded girls following after.

y/n groaned and fell back into the couch, finishing her book.

—

it’s been a few days since george and the twins came with cooking to y/n and connor’s cottage. she wanted to throw connor a little surprise birthday party.

connor has loved the twins and george so much, he thinks of them as blood relatives. y/n decided to call up cedric and cho to look after connor while she’d do some errands.

the two arrived exactly on time as y/n was preparing to go out. she had on a simple cardigan and loose denim pants.

“ced! cho! hi, how are you guys?” y/n greeted as she saw her old friends apparate into the cottage.

“hi y/n!” cho greeted “hey nerd” cedric snickered.

she sent cedric a small glare before connor jumped at the two.

“uncle ceddy! aunty cho! you’re here” he shouted.

“yeah buddy! your aunt’s gonna run some errands and visit your uncle georgie?” cedric winked at y/n. she had been owling cedric about george and how he’s been helping her with connor.

“are you going out with uncle george?” connor asked, eyes twinkling.

“i don’t know, actually. i might check him out next door.”

“george weasley?” cho teased.

“yes, cho,” y/n rolled her eyes “but on that note, i have to go”

“bye, connor! behave okay?” she crouched down and squished his cheeks.

“bye, ced! cho!” her voice faded when she dashed out the door.

—

y/n passed george’s cottage to see if he actually might want to come with her and do errands.

she was standing outside the small gate, hesitating. ‘maybe he was busy’ ‘he wouldn’t want to do errands with me’ ‘maybe he would if i told him it was for connor’s birthday’ she thought. y/n didn’t know why she was overthinking her choices. the first time she was standing right outside the gate she bursted in and demanded george to fix whatever happened to her nephew. now, she was nervous. her palms were sweaty and clammy.

she pushed herself in and walked to the front porch. she knocked a few times and was met with a head of messy brown hair.

“hermione?!” she squealed

“y/n!” hermione jumped to hug her old friend.

there were overlapping voices in the background and when they pulled away she was met with multiple mops of ginger hair, a head of blonde hair and another with black hair behind hermione.

“l/n?” ginny weasley asked, quite shocked what she would be doing outside george’s door.

“oh! did i interrupt something? i am so sorry!” she said feeling a bit nervous.

“oh! you must be the dearest y/n george keeps talking about!” an old woman she thought was mrs. weasley approached her from behind her children.

“hi there!” y/n said feeling a little embarrassed she might’ve barged in on a family reunion.

“ah! l/n? i have heard of your family! muggle-borns right?” arthur weasley joined his wife.

“uh, yeah!” she pursed her lips “i am so so sorry i interrupted! i should go. tell george i’ll swing by next time”

“oh it’s absolutely alright, dear” molly reassured her.

“george! there’s a really pretty girl! get your arse out here!” fred yelled to george who was probably inside the house.

“is she here?” charlotte and billie ran to the door.

“hi girls! tell you dad i was here yeah? say i’ll come by next time” most of the weasleys came back in. she took it as her time to go on with her day.

“oi! y/n! wait up” the voice she recognized as george’s called after her.

“george, hey”

“where’r you off to?” george pointed to the small bag that was swung over her shoulder.

“errands. connor’s birthday is coming up so i thought i’d prepare something for him. first birthday without his mum, you know”

“his birthday’s coming up?” george looked as excited as a child on christmas morning.

“yeah. why?” she smiled

“you’re talking to one of the best party planners there is. you also did talk to another one of them… i think”

“fred?”

“oh yeah”

“i wanted to ask if you wanted to come but seeing as to your family is in your house… i’m gonna take a wild guess and say you aren’t available right now” she giggled.

“maybe if you went another day” he said sympathetically. george really wanted to go and prepare connor’s party with her. he treated him like his own and boy did he remind him of how fun it was to be a kid. he loved his aunt so much it was adorable.

“george. seriously, it’s okay. spend time with your family” she laughed.

“yeah, yeah. i’ll see you when you get back” he waved.

—

connor’s small birthday gathering was in full swing. y/n became acquainted with george’s siblings. bill, charlie, percy (whom she was actually friends with back in hogwarts), fred, ron and ginny. hermione was a very good friend of hers and so was harry. she recognized fleur from that day in the cottage as beauxbatons triwizard champion.

connor had quite a bunch of guests for his birthday. cedric, cho, luna, neville, fred, percy, ron, harry, hermione, bill and fleur and their little victorie. of course, billie and charlotte helped george and y/n fix up the party. mr. and mrs. weasley sent a small cake for connor when they heard about y/n not knowing asingle thing about cooking.

fred offered to take care of the twins and connor while george and y/n ran off somewhere. the two found themselves near a small creek. y/n explained how the cottage was where she’d go off exploring and the only person who knew was holly. she was overjoyed when her sister got the cottage she used as a hideaway.

george was surprised when there were lights and blankets and everything. the soft sounds of running water was calming.

the two were pretty intoxicated when they sat down; stumbled onto the picnic blanket. y/n was sober enough to not spill her deepest darkest secrets. george on the other hand…

“have i ever told you how pretty you are?” george mumbled next to her. y/n only snickered and blushed.

“um, can i hold your hand?” he continued, taking a look at the girl next to him.

“sure” she winked.

“you know” he started again “i actually fancied you a bit back in school”

“yeah?” she rolled over to her side “i wonder… what did you like about me?”

“i don’t even know. my heart just felt so full with you. still does, right now, holding your hand, under the stars by a stream.” he had this glint in his eye when he looks at her.

“hey,” she brushed some hair out of his face “these past few months have been great. and you’re a huge help with connor. you know i’ll always be there for you, right?”

“yeah darling,” he yawned “yeah”

“wait, george!” she sat up “no. don’t fall asleep!”

“fuck” she groaned before falling back down on the blanket.

“i think i love you” she whispered.

—

morning rolled around and they were still lying somewhere in the forest behind the cottage. some childish chatter and laughs were heard from where they were still sleeping soundly.

until, a red ant bit y/n and george’s intertwined hands. “ah shit!” y/n woke up from the bite. her yell also woke up the sleeping man next to her “what?! what happened?” he jumped.

“oh. did i wake you up?” she asked.

“no. it’s honestly no worries” he said “but i do have a killer headache”

“an ant bit me” she muttered, wanting to scratch it.

“hey, no don’t scratch! i’ve had a lot if experience with insect bites” he explained “want me to kiss it better?” he teased.

“oh, ha-ha” she rolled her eyes but blushed.

“we should probably head back” he checked his watch while standing up.

—

“ah! there the lovebirds are!” fred exclaimed.

everyone was cleaning up from last night. there were children running around while chasing balloons and each other.

“yeah,” george started “we, um, fell asleep”

“sure ya did” this time ron teased the two.

“i’m gonna clean up here,” y/n offered “you guys should go home. you know, get some rest”

cedric gasped “y/n l/n! are you kicking us out?” he said in mock offense.

“technically, yeah. i doubt connor got any sleep”

“maybe we should,” fleur said with her accent “victorie was very excited for the party she is very worn out”

george snuck behind y/n “i think i love you too” he muttered under his breath. he wasn’t sure if she heard it. she did.

“i’ll see you later, y/n!” he yelled “come on, princesses, we’re going home. we’ll see connor and y/n later”

connor and the twins hugged while y/n said thank you’s to all the guests.

maybe it wasn’t such a bad decision to ask for help.

[buckyjamess-archive]

𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓲 ❁ 𝓫𝓾𝓬𝓴𝔂 𝓫𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓼

chapter one • tag yourself or send me an ask • wordcount: 1.6k+ • warnings: mentions of death, mentions of alcohol, drugs, postpartum depression, age-gaps (reader of age ofc) parenthood, cursing, a very flirty bucky, fluff.

summary

going through a rough year after losing your husband, you try to raise your daughter the best you can. With the help from the wilson's you make the best of it but the road is bumpy when sam introduces you to his friend.

masterlist - prologue - chapter two

you were young, or at least for you and your lifestyle. You pulled all nighter, nose deep in a set of books, hands cramping at the countless scribbled notes, a bowl of 5 minute ramen and sleep filled eyes. Spend every weekend, skipping from club to bar, drink after drink, popping pills right and left- dancing till the sun came up. Wild. 

That's where you met him, the man who'd turn your life upside down in all the right and wrong ways. Riley was cute. The awkward waves and small smiles thrown your way throughout the night. A terrible pick up line when he build up the courage and slid onto the barstool next to you. Another order of your fruity cocktail and a long conversation with a heap of awkward flirting led you straight to his bedroom only to never leave his place again. Cute, funny, clumsy and handsome Riley. Older but hey, that was your thing right? 

Yes, Riley is the love of your life. 

With a silver band around your finger and a changed last name a year later, you'd graduated from college and ready to start a new chapter. Moving to the big city nearby, enroll into university for another few years of studying and be the perfect housewife for the men you adored. Wild weekends only saved for the months Riley was sent out to protect his country- that until two pink lines on a cheap plastic stick changed both your lives. Unplanned. Pregnant. It was welcome nonetheless, you'd been talking about it for months but a little later would be fine too. Life was good, perfect even until that one fateful day. 

a daddy to be six feet under after being swatted out the sky like a fly, leaving a 8 month pregnant mommy to be to her own devices. 

Roselyn, Riley loved that name. Begged and pleaded, promised to do chores for the rest of his life- pleaded to change zoey to Rosie. How could you say no to Riley? 

Healthy, with all ten fingers, ten toes and big eyes, bundled in a pink blanket- roselyn 'rosie' was born. Kicking and screaming, keeping nurses on their toes and you..wide awake. 

school books traded for fairy tales. Nights out traded for sleepless nights. Shot glasses traded for bottles and juice boxes. Popping pills traded for popping teddy vitamins. Settled down in a boring assistant's position instead of your dream job. A life without Riley or anyone by your side to help you out. 

Nights you stood above her crib, crying, sobbing, pleading fir her to stop crying. Spend hours in your bed, ignoring. Spend hours trying to

You were young.

Though, three years later, you don't want to trade your hyperactive, joyful toddler. A handful for sure but brightening your everyday life with her loud giggling and sweet little chats. a copy of her dad in all ways possible. 

But god, you could use a drink once in a while.

With clattering teeth, shivering limbs and fogged up goggles, your daughter stands in front of you. Drops of water falling down her cheeks and wet hair plastered against her temples, a mess. Rosie looks around the garden, everywhere, at everyone except you.

"Rosie, look at me." 

Nothing in return, instead Rosie dances from one foot to another, floaties around her arms squeaking against the fabric of her swimming suit. 

Wrapping your hand around her chin carefully, you turn her head and raise your brows when she finally lays her eyes upon you through her goggles. 

"If you don't listen, we're going home," you say softly and slowly "do you understand?" 

Please do so we can go home

"Okay," Rosie mumbles through gritted and clattering teeth 

"We're not going to jump onto other people's head," you explain "you can hurt people." 

"But i want to jump in the pool." Pointing her little finger towards the pool behind you, she jumps up twice "like this!" 

"I know," you smile at her "but we can do that carefully and watch where the other kids are, okay?" 

Adjusting the floaties further up her arms, you watch her nod her head furiously, eager to jump back into the water, feet tapping against the tiles underneath her. 

"What do we say then?" 

"Yes mommy." She mumbles impatiently "can I go now?" 

You nod and watch how her little feet patter her to the edge of the pool, looks left, right and left again before jumping right back, earning cheers from a few other older kids and swims right to one of your better friends, Sarah and her sons. A simple wave let's you know she'll keep an eye on her.

A drink, yes, addie made mocktails- always better than nothing. 

Standing up, you straighten your back and adjust you summer dress and place the sunglasses on your head back on your nose. Turning around, you bump into a woman you've never seen before. Apologizing, you make your way to Sam's makeshift bar. Your red cup is soon filled with a fruity concoction. 

james Buchanan barnes is a flirt and has been for the better part of his life. Undeniable smooth with his talk and a sight for sore eyes, the man has a woman wrapped around his fingers easily but james Buchanan Barnes wasn't a man who thought about settling down- a fling, a one night stand, it all fitted his bachelor life better than committing to one person though his job as sergeant playing a big part in it too. Feeling sorry for the woman who has to wait at home for months until he is shipped back home- no, bucky barnes never thought about settling down, at least not in the next couple of years. 

But James Buchanan Barnes knows when a woman is interesting enough for him, interesting enough to start or keep an conversation going- usually with a beer of three in his system, late at night but still, he knew beauty when he saw it. 

He's flirted his way into hearts easily but this time it's different, deviating from everything he stands for. The way you move through the crowds, dress dancing around your body, hair loose underneath a summer hat, the soft smile on your face, young and lively; even with a juice box in your hand and the rubber band of swim goggles between your teeth and a pink barbie towel thrown over your shoulder, you're captivating but you're Sam's closest friend, a widow and the mother of the toddler standing near you. that's a first, it's new. 

From where he's seated, on the beach chair, a beer in hands, he has a perfect view of you. Wrapping the towel around your daughter and slipping a pair of slippers around her feet before handing her that juice box and sending her off. 

is he really going to get to you through your daughter? 

Two feet dragging against the concrete, she nearly trips. A red juice box tight in her tiny hands and bucky is sure she'll squeeze is apart as she tries to get the straw in with gritted teeth, a satisfied 'yes' passing her lips when she succeeds. 

This is too easy

the girl climbs onto the beach chair next to bucky and sits down on the edge, legs swinging back and forth, sipping away on her drink, head bopping to a song bucky can't hear - a party for one - with a loud 'aaah' she sets her juice box next to her on the soft fabric and climbs herself back on her knees and snuggles into her towel a bit more. Red and twinkling eyes looking straight at bucky.

"Do you-" It's mumbled, she looks to te pool and back to bucky "do you like swimming?" 

With a high pitched voice, she finishes her sentence and it makes bucky chuckles and smile. 

"I do actually." 

"I can jump really high!" The girl says and raises her arm in the air and mimics a jumping motion while staying on her knees "like this." 

"I know, i saw-" Bucky can't finish his sentence as the girl jumps in.

"What is your name?" 

"I'm bucky," bucky smiles "and you are?" 

"Rosie." 

"That's a really pretty name." 

"I know." Rosie deadpans making bucky snort. 

Grabbing the juice box once again, Rosie holds it up to her face, inspecting every detail on it. Fingers tracing the small letters as if she's reading it all. Completely blocking bucky out. 

Taking his bottle to his lips, he takes a sip and let's his eyes wander back to the crowded place around the table with food. He spots you again, easily. He's spotted you throughout the afternoon, he wont forget that pretty face so easily. With a plate in one hand, you have a quick chat with Sam's wife before scanning your surroundings. 

Showtime. 

Bucky sits up straight, eyes everywhere but your figure walking towards him- your daughter, not him but in the corner of his eyes and behind the tinted glass of his sunglasses and jesus, you're even prettier up close. 

"sit straight." 

"look there's a tiger."

"wow. C'mon, sit straight." 

with a heavy sigh, Rosie sits on her butt. Handing her her plate with some nuggets and fries, you run your hand through her wet hair to get it out of her face and sit down next to her. 

Bucky casually brings his now almost empty beer bottle to his lips and turns his head around and catches your gaze, or at least so he thinks, it's hard to see your eyes behind those sunglasses. 

"Hi, I'm bucky." 

God, you weren't looking at him. 

"Sorry?" 

"I'm bucky." He clears his throat and quickly downs his beer 

"oh, okay." you press your lips in a thin smile "y/n." 

"That's my mom." 

With a mouth full of fries, Rosie mumbles something nobody could ever understand and points her pointy finger to her mother. 

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Kali took Blake's hentai out of her room and is now openly watching it in the living room, with Blake and other people still in the house.

The point where Kali should feel ashamed of what she’d done? Come and past - probably right around the time that the animated wolf faunus with the light gray hair, gray wolf ears and large, equally light gray eyes tried to speak around the length of cock pistoning in her mouth with little regard to the fact that this was the woman’s mouth and not, in fact, the pussy, that the human male was pounding relentlessly with spit flying everywhere.

“Iff shfo glurff muffar!” Indeed.

But truly, who could blame her? After years of dealing with her daughters absence, suddenly having Blake willing to live with them was a new experience and one she probably wasn’t dealing the best with. After all, most mothers wouldn’t dream of snooping the way she did. But for all that Blake Belladonna, one of the eight 24 year old “Heroes of Remnant”, inspired awe and hope in the people of Remnant and even more in the faunus community, well...Kali remembered the little girl who’d once seen a package of fruit snacks with red gummy fish, promptly ripped it open and devoured the bag before rolling on the floor, spitting chunks of the fruity treat while disgustedly proclaiming “cherry flavored!” over and over again.

Charismatic, impassioned leader of the Faunus Civil Rights Coalition or not, there was a distance between mother and daughter created by the latter’s 12 year absence in her mothers life.

They tried of course, but Blake was used to her freedom and Kali was a creature of habit, perpetually uncaring of what many called “the line” but still desperately trying to reconnect with her daughter.

So the fact that Kali scoped out the usual spots for teenage contraband when she cleaned her daughters room really shouldn’t come as a surprise. Ghira certainly hadn’t been when Kali had, giggly as she approached, revealed the contents of a lock box Blake hid under piles of increasingly tiny and intricate undergarments. Granted it was just old photos of them together, a cheap plastic ring with a cartoonish lion heard stretching down to the knuckle and pieces of fabric that smelled of the two of them rather than anything else, but it was the thought that mattered.

She of course neglected to mention to Ghira where she had found it, amidst of a sea of panties, thongs and even a g-string or two. Where she was curious, Ghira would have been ill.

So she’d kept snooping, impressed not just at the collection of underthings her daughter owned (and very amused that her own predilection for the sexier, the better had been passed onto Blake), but at the false bottom that had been discovered and...well, novelty might be the right word for things like the crotchless panties she found there.

Then she’d found other things. A collection of muscle magazines hidden carefully behind a dresser that had seen use judging by the crinkled paper, but not recently given the finger shaped spots on the otherwise dusty covers. Lube carefully stacked behind her books.

A chest full of devices, from dildos to wands to toys and more than a few strap ons. And while Kali was surprised at the amount, she was less so when she remembered that her daughter was in a relationship with a rather...well, the polite term would be ‘generously well endowed’ blonde who was openly vulgar about what the two of them got up to behind doors; when it was just Yang (said blonde) and Blake, in what they thought was the privacy of an empty room.

The collection of nearly three dozen cases advertising Mistralian hentai hidden in a crawl space however had thrown Kali for a loop. And, well, you know what they say about curiosity and cats.

And so Kali stared wide eyed at the covers depicting cutesy anime girls, most of them faunus, in various poses and stages of undress. There was Faunus Fuck Frenzy, vol. 32 - where apparently three faunus best friends were captured in a jungle and fucked into full blown ahegao faces by tribal looking, human natives if the cover was anything to go by.

Watashi no kōkō no tōnamentoāku - a dog faunus with short brown hair, floppy bloodhound ears and breasts the size of beach balls in nothing but a pair of spandex shorts and biceps, abs that were intimidating in their intensity...but was covered forehead to navel in semen, the bodies of unconscious teenage boys and their cocks of varying size left defeated on the ground in the cover’s background.

Others, too. One where the blue haired bluebird faunus was a loli and surrounded by leering men. Another where a golden haired, golden eyed snake faunus had her faunus feature, her exceptionally long forked tongue, wrapped around a penis that was closer to the size of arm and was bulging with veins with her curvaceous body on all fours. A bushy tailed squirrel faunus bound, gagged in a contortionist’s nightmare with the shadow of a grinning man behind her.

By the time Kali saw it - it being what she was watching now, a lonely single faunus mother checking out a sex club while her children were being babysat - it was too late. Blake had arrived with her girlfriend Yang, Kali’s personal assistant, the ex-terrorist Ilia, Yang’s sister Ruby and her not-a-boyfriend Oscar Pine and the blonde, suit clad boyfriend of the Schnee heiress, Jaune Arc.

So Kali had used the kind of speed that made her a popular choice for stealth missions back when she was in the White Fang and put every single case back in the crawlspace and had all but teleported into the living room, smiling and nodding as Blake mentioned that the group was going to go discuss something-something-faunus-something-something-SDC-something-something-if-you’d-make-us-some-dinner-that-would-be-lovely-thank-you-love-you-bye.

Kali’s breathing had returned to normal even if her heart still pounded and she’d pulled Amongst Sheep from behind her back and stared at the lonely MILF, stunned at her daughter’s kinkiness. There’d been exactly 41 films in the crawlspace and aside from the muscular bloodhound faunus who’d apparently fucked her way through at least 11 different teenage boys to claim some sort of victory, each and every cover seemed to depict faunus getting dicked down by human males. Or the occasional female, sometimes simply female and other times with a dick dangling between their thighs. The faunus in question seemed to love it and almost seemed subservient to the ones doing the fucking.

While Kali was amused at her daughters apparent kink especially in light of her place as a faunus rights spokeswoman of great fame, there was a much larger problem. Staring at them all had made her unquestionably horny to the point of wetness. But Blake, her girlfriend and her friends were home. Ghira was in the kitchen just two rooms away, making a large meal for their guests happily after she asked him to do so. There were workers in the back of the house, rebuilding their back wall after Ghira had hip tossed an assassin of the rapidly dwindling White Fang remnants through it last week.

A reasonable, sane woman would have hid it and enjoyed it in the privacy of her own room later that night. Maybe give Ghira a ride while she watched it after convincing him she rented it over the scrollnet for added fun. But the idea of watching it in her living room, a living room that was open to all of the house with no doors, her husband far enough away to know she was watching something but not what and her daughter, her friends only a single floor up? With her room right above the living room?

The disc was in, Kali’s legs were spread after removing her hakama and her modest breasts were exposed to the warm air, her fingers immediately tracing her slick folds.

The plot had gone from 0 to 60 in what seemed like record time (but was probably only 20 minutes or so), the mother surrounded by horny human men while her fellow faunus were in various poses of submission. The mother partaking in the orgy and rapidly spiraling from a stereotypically sweet woman with the kind of body only art could give, to a sex crazed lunatic thanking her “master” for fucking her mouth even as her makeup ran, her dump truck of a rear was being molested by a faceless human behind her and her gargantuan tits bounced from the force of the careless facefucking all while she squealed, even as the humans made crude and rather disparaging remarks about faunus women.

Ghira: [From the kitchen] Enjoying yourself, dear?

Kali’s breath hitched as her fingers pushed in deep and she grinned, curling them as a jolt ran up her spine as the wolf faunus - Lupa, she remembered - squealed once more, her cheeks puffing out like a chipmunks at the deluge of jizz firing impossibly from the human.

Kali: Oh of course, darling! There’s a program about human-faunus interactions that’s just fascinating!

She heard no response but could practically hear her husbands indulgent chuckle. As Lupa now hoarsely begged for the man who’d been fucking her mouth to “shut his stupid dog right back up!” the floor creaked and someone moved around a bit. Kali bit her lip, eyes catching the closed window and the worker carrying tools by. Her left hand had since been massaging her right tit for some time now and she tweaked the brownish nipple on her olive skinned titty, moaning harshly as Lupa suddenly screeched! The man who’d been squeezing her cheeks had pushed her face down into a puddle of spit and spunk and forced himself in an ass that not even she could compete with! She watched as the warbling moans of the anime MILF grew in intensity.

Kali: [Sputtering] And now we’re even getting to see a faunus tribe and how they survived in the Grimmlands!

Ghira: [From the kitchen] That’s nice dear.

Kali: So nice! Really Ghira, you would not believe some of their customs!

Or her own, at this point throwing any concern of being caught out of her mind. The floor had creaked as if someone had tossed themselves on Blake’s bed, likely Blake herself after hashing out a particularly tough point. The thought of Ghira finding her was exciting, of her husband’s disbelief that she’d be so bold. One of the workers? Well, Ghira would likely punish her for giving them such a show but the idea of teasing them so cruelly, knowing that they would remember this for quite some time but never be able to do more than furiously jack their cocks off to the memory of it and just how hard Ghira would give it to her, pushing her face in a pillow as he flattened her exceptional cheeks with his angry downstrokes. Blake and her friends? As a third finger entered her lightly squelching pussy - as Lupa followed an order and lapped up at the puddle as her nearly yoga ball sized cheeks rippled in constant motion - and her palm started slapping against her clit, she squealed at the sudden increase in pleasure.

Blake would be beyond humiliated. At her shameless mother, at her own filthy little secret being discovered by anyone other than perhaps Yang. Not to mention that both Oscar and Jaune would commit this site to their memory banks, perhaps even as their flush faced friends lambasted them for their obvious erections!

The floor creaked more, as if they were moving and Kali twisted her nipple, watching as the MILF on screen started wailing from the anal assault, the man having both hands in her grey hair and pulling her head back. As the animation gave way to the light grey eyes rolling towards her nose as her tongue flopped out, Lupa’s face got steadily redder. In return Kali gasped at the mixture of pleasure and pain coming from her right tit, using her left hand to awkwardly do the same to her left and moaning as a shadow passed the window behind their television.

Ghira: [From the kitchen] Dear? Is something wrong?

Kali couldn’t help it. The thought of being caught was too good, the knowledge that this was what her daughter liked - something so disrespectful, base and diametrically opposed to her own beliefs - and the way she was handling her own body made her let out a louder groan.

Lupa: [Television] “...myself that day, lost the woman who put her children first... to big. Fat. Yummy. Human. COCK!!!! AIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!”

Kali: Oh no, Ghira! Just a quote from another bigot!

Kali’s fingers were now a blur, an eye on the window where no worker stood and an ear on her husbands response, the sound of a load of cum being pumped into an animated faunus whose face showed no signs of intellgence as a faceless human filled her anus with his release, squeezing each asscheek so aggressively he was clearly holding booty fat between his hands.

Ghira: [From the kitchen] You know how it is, freedom of speech. Is it at least handled...

She knew what he meant. Is the documentary at least attacking the negative opinion, showing how wrong it is?

Lupa: [Television] “--aaauuuuuwwwwsho good~” [giggling drunkenly]

She was close. Her heels clunked lightly against the table in front of her couch as she adjusted her legs, opening them wider as she now alternated between full thrusts and thumbing the clit, beneath her thick patch of black pubic hair. The scene changed several times, to Lupa’s ankles and wrists bound as a man pumped her full of cum. Another where a group of university aged humans were busily raining down an amount of cum only possible in hentai as Lupa serviced two cocks, one with her mouth and the other with her hand. A married couple sandwiching Lupa between them with Lupa’s cheeks being squished by the human taking her in doggy, excess ass fat bunching up as Lupa screamed into the man’s wife, her hairy human cunt. Another where Lupa sat on the counter of a sandwhich shop as an older, balding man stood between her legs as her eyes fluttered and the slick sound of her sex, of unexpected squirting. One final scene showing Lupa lying upon her shoulders, legs spread in a perfect split as a muscled man fucked down into her as she screamed “Master!” over and over.

To a final scene where a school bus pulled away and Lupa, in a white turtleneck and nothing more, leaned around a corner and had a warm, motherly smile on her face.

Kali: [Strained] Absolutely, Ghira!

Her palm made heavy clopping noises as she fingerblasted herself to that warm motherly smile staying in place...but only because it had frozen there, drool leaking from the corners of Lupa’s mouth as her eyes were all but rolled back in her skull as a random human steadily slammed into her from behind, the only sounds being the wolf’s cheeks clapping and the wet plap! of semen pouring from her currently-being-fucked pussy.

Human: [Television] Take it all, Ms. Lupa!

And then the abnornal sound of jizz being pumped into the drooling faunus and her dripping pussy, Lupa’s eyes gone pure white as they rolled back into her skull and an overlay of the action inside her happening; a sea of thick white swirling inside her and then a flash of light from an egg indicating pregnancy.

Between the two workers clearly arguing over tools outside their window but clearly not seeing her, being in conversation with Ghira and the threat of being found out, Kali felt it build.

Several things happened at once. Lupa showed up on the screen staring down at a human baby with brown hair and her eyes, before turning away smiling softly. She entered a room where an unfamiliar human sat on her bed, a member that nearly reached his own chest pointing towards the ceiling. Lupa dropped to all fours and fastened a chain to a black leather collar she was wearing, muttering “master” over and over again as she crawled forth.

Kali scraped three fingers against her g-spot and ground her palm against her clit and exploded in release.

Kali: No doubt, it’s marvelously done!

Her pitch considerably higher as she lost her fingers to the repeatedly clenching hole, knees shaking as her orgasm crashed through her like waves upon the beach.

Blake: [Shocked] Mo-ther! [Strangled] No Yang, don’t look!

Ruby: [Stammering] Y-y-y-you either, O-oscar!

Ilia: Why must the world be so cruel!?

Jaune: Mad that another hot cat faunus is taken?

Blake: [Squeals] Jaune!

Ilia: Yes!

Blake: [Squeaks] Ilia!

Yang: I mean, can you blame ‘em? I can see where you got it from, babe.

Blake: [Squeaks, chokes, growls] Stopitstopitstopit!

Jaune: [To Ilia] Same.

Blake: Butwhatno--NO! You have Weiss!

Jaune: Appreciating the view is not cheating.

Ruby: Yes it is!

Jaune: I am happy in my relationship with my fiancée. I will never cheat on my fiancée but I have no control over Blake’s mom fingerbanging herself to...whoa.

Yang: [To Blake] Heh, told you it was a bad idea to keep those here! Ooh, is that Amongst Sheep!? [Respectfully] She’s got good taste.

Oscar: Blake watches hentai?

Ruby: A-ack! Y-y-you saw!? Dammit Oscar!

Ilia: [Fumbling]

Blake: Wha-no-it’snot--

Kali breathed heavily, removing her digits from her pussy and feeling much better and with a glance at her sticky fingers, cleaned them with a quick schlup! of a noise.

Blake: AAAHH! Mother, no!

Kali: [Exhausted] Sorry sweetheart. But that collection of yours, oh my.

Jaune: [To Ruby] Okay, now I’m feeling a little guilty.

Ruby: You should!

Ilia: [Stops fumbling] Collection? She has more?

Blake: Moth--

Kali: Over forty.

Ilia: And they’re all... [gestures]

Kali: Except for one with a female dog faunus.

Yang: That’s mine. [Blake screeches in horror] Blake wanted me to ‘expand my horizons’ or something. I think Blakey just wanted me to be a perv too.

Oscar: Wait. Dog faunus? Watashi no kōkō no tōnamentoāku with Tawni Bumpus as Rei-chan’s seiyuu?

Yang: Heh. Yeah, you’ve seen it?

Ruby: Wha--

Oscar: Have you seen Tawni Bumpus?

Jaune: And now I’m uncomfortable.

Yang: Chow-Chow faunus, right?

Oscar: Yup. She’s -- a-ah... [trails off in embarassment and fear for his life at Ruby’s glare]

Yang: [Snorts] Has an ass that makes the Bellabooty look like Weiss in comparison?

Jaune: [Eyes narrow] I’m letting her know you said that, top heavy.

Yang: [Flinches, irritated] I’m sending you a picture of her. She’s got cake for days, Arc.

Oscar: Well, a-ah, the point is Tawni is very p-pretty [panics] b-b-but not as pretty as Ruby and she really does have a captivating voice.

Jaune: [Staring squintily at Yang, speaks at Oscar] Riii~iight.

Blake: Alright, stop! No more talking about my porn!

Ruby: Ah, so the degenerate admits it!

Ilia: Huh. I mean I can see Yang, maybe. But Blake?

Yang: One, rude. Two, it’s a power dynamic thing. She doesn’t really want to be treated like an animal and collared by humans all the time, but sometimes she’s in the mood and I’ll put on the strap and the things that’llmmmphh!!!

Blake: [Hands on Yang’s mouth, panting, red faced] No. More.

Kali: [Covering her chest back up, crosses legs] Dear, it’s perfectly understandable. You’re a powerful young woman with not just skill unmatched in the sword but your Shadow Clones were key in your final battle with Salem! It’s perfectly understandable wanting to surrender yourself to a strong girl like Yang! You trust her and really, Lupa’s descent into a plaything was as masterfully done as it was--

Blake then ran away screaming, hands over her face and seconds later a door slammed. Yang winces.

Kali: Perhaps that was a bit too much for her.

Ruby: [Eyes narrowed] She just discovered her mom’s a superfreak.

Kali opened her mouth, saw that despite the time passed that both Oscar and Jaune were not looking directly at her and were both at full mast. Ilia was quietly cursing at her scroll phone, which the chameleon had been aiming in her direction prior to making herself decent. Clearly cursing her poor reaction time and missing a photo op.

Kali: Hmm. I suppose that might be a fair assessment.

Ruby: [Angles her body to hide Oscar’s boner] You got problems, lady.

Kali gave a nonchalant shrug, still feeling too good to give 100% to caring.

Jaune: [Claps hands] Well, not that this hasn’t been just a blast, but I think I should go tell Weiss exactly what happened here before somebody [glares at Ruby who glares back] texts her.

Yang: [Scratching her head, staring at the stairs] Heh, you just want Weiss to “punish” you. Never met a guy so ready for a girl standing five foot nothing to take him to poundtown in the Amazon position.

Jaune: [Reddens] Then clearly you have no idea how hot Weiss is when she’s mad.

Yang: [Blinks] Huh. All that time spent around Nora and me’s doing you good, Jaune.

Jaune said nothing and turned away. Oscar was trying to engage a depressed Ilia in conversation while avoiding Ruby’s death glare, the reaper herself irritated at her “not-a-boyfriend” being a pervert. Yang stood contemplating how to handle Blake and Kali just sighed, uncrossing her legs and wincing at the stickiness and the slight sound of it as she stood. As she clapped her hands lightly, intending to try and make this better, it happened. A platter of spaghetti and meatballs hit the floor.

Ghira: What in the garlic-oregano-noodley fuck is going on here!?

The room froze. Kali gave her husband a sheepish little smile, standing with her kimono top done up poorly and missing her hakama pants, shapely legs on display. Ilia had reaimed her phone at Kali’s legs even as Oscar had a hand up to block the view, his other over his stiffy. Yang’s mouth hung open in shock and Jaune had frozen, his own hands dropping to hide evidence of his own hard on. His daughter was conspicuously absent.

The most damning thing was the menu screen on the teleivsion, showing clips of Mistralian hentai that wasn’t exactly kind to faunus. Jaune spoke first.

Jaune: [Urgently] Yeet me out the house Xiao Long and I won’t tell Weiss about the crack you made on her ass!

A flash of white aura protecting the Arc occurred and Yang grabbed him by the arm and threw him through the wall. Ruby grabbed Oscar’s hand at the same time and the two disappeared into a swirl of roses out the same hole, a distant “ouch” being heard as they likely collided with Jaune. Yang was halfway up the stairs and Ilia stood frozen, scroll aimed at Kali’s legs. Ghira glared and Ilia eeped. She glanced at Kali who gave a smirk that was unapologetic and much to Ilia’s dismay, sexy.

Kali: It’s exactly what it looks like, darling. [Purrs] Is my big strong husband going to spank his naughty wife?

Ilia’s scream of terror was muffled as Ghira’s hand clasped around her face and then faded into the distance as she was chucked from the Belladonna household.

Jaune: [Barely audible] Dammit, stop running into me! Respect the healer!

Ilia: [Barely audible groaning]

Ghira: You will explain yourself, wife.

Kali: [Flutters eyelashes, purposely ignores him] Will you promise to spank me if I don’t?

Ghira growled, angry at the situation but knowing he’d get nothing out of her now and with a grunt, threw his laughing wife over his shoulder and stomped grumpily to his room. Really, he loved this woman to pieces but why did she find it so enjoyable to test his every last nerve!? He ignored the frantic sound of what sounded like his daughter opening her secound floor window and muttering something about “not again” and threw his smirking wife on the bed, growling as he ripped his armor, his clothing off.

On the ground floor, a rhino faunus and his crocodile faunus friend gaped at the hole in the front of the house.

Rhino Faunus: Oh, what in the actual shit is this!?

Crocodile Faunus: Rich people, man. Rich people.