#he is Big excited to be a big brother but will settle for Uncle

[proheromidoriyashouto]

Lambert was so excited to be a big brother. For all that they call Eskel the Dragon of Kaer Morhen, and Geralt the White Wolf, those are titles earned and accurate. But they don't call Lambert what he is... the Last Wolf of Kaer Morhen.

With no more mages around and the majority of their school dead, the Wolves of Kaer Morhen are functionally extinct. The remaining Wolves do not call for the Law of Surprise because there is no future for them and such children. Training un-mutated humans to try and walk the Path would just be a disaster, and it would take all the remaining Wolves retiring from the Path long enough to raise new pups in the first place which would have dire consequences in the meantime.

So when Geralt brought a pup home, Lambert felt those long buried desires to nurture come back to life. He finally was going to have someone to look up to him, to teach alchemy and monster biology to, to call him their big brother.

And then the she-pup can't eat meat. The one food a starving Witcher can rely upon when the coin is low and crops are failing. Lambert still gifts her the hunting knife he'd picked from his favorites, but wonders how she'll wear it on her pyre when the time comes rather than how he'll teach her to use it.

The Path is hard. Magic or not, Geralt's pup is small and skinny when she arrives and shows no signs of changing by winter's end. The bard prepares her meals with excessive care and the witch waves her hand over it like she expects the rest of them to poison her.

They wouldn't do that to Geralt. He'd be able to smell the poison, and despite assurances of a painless end, and would become haunted by the idea that she suffered unduly.

Lambert would never hurt a pup for the sake of cruelty--he's not Varin, for fuck's sake. But how long is she going to survive on her lonesome, unable to hunt for her food? Human or not, they'll know she's a Wolf pup and she'll be ostracized from their villages and market stalls no matter how flattering the bard's songs.

Are they supposed to raise her to adulthood in the keep just to set her out to die the moment things get hard? What kind of life is that?

So though it is going to be short-lived, Lambert makes the most of being a mentor and role model. He teaches her how to brew human-safe potions in the afternoons and let's her make a complete mess of his lab. He tutors her in math and alchemical conversions when she struggles in magic lessons.

He takes her to the old watch tower on the lake and shows her how to sketch worth a damn and let's her see his paintings of Voltehre and Aiden. He teaches her how to sail on his boat and let's her "ambush" tackle him into the water when she gets bored. He teaches her how to take apart a carcass for ingredients and tradable materials. It feels like it's not enough.

Lambert has nightmares of their pup wasting away on the Path enough to discuss it with Coen. Fear is irrational and Lambert has no use for it. Coen is steady and reasonable and not a Wolf so he won't necessarily go running his mouth to Geralt about it either.

Coen and Lambert have an understanding. They're both the last of their schools. No more mutant striplings are going to follow them into that violent, Chaotic dark. So when he talks about the inevitable end of their kind, Coen understands in a way the others don't. But that was when it was going to come down to the two of them.

Now, there is a pup who represents a future that is doomed to fail and her death is surely not going to be a result of a hunt gone wrong or a miscast spell. Coen suggests Axii and a swift knife to the lung. Quick, and painless (for her).

No witcher dies in their bed, but their pups always have. Perhaps this was always her fate, perhaps not. But they can agree that letting her go out into the great cruel world without the ability to eat meat is as cruel as letting her starve in a cell in the dungeons.

Coen's got the aptitude for Axii of a Griffin and Lambert has no shortage of long, slim blades. It'll destroy them, but she won't hurt. She won't waste away on her bedroll with a stomach full of roughage and no meat on her bones, no fat on her limbs and belly.

It's a mercy, it's a mercy--

Eskel smacks them both upside the head with a log for the kitchen fire and tells them that she'll be fine. She can eat poultry and fish.

Lambert's anger at being struck is gone as quickly as it came. Birds!

Coen mirrors his hopeful expression. Fish!

There's birds outside! There's fish in the lake!

They're off like a bolt from a crossbow and return with first creatures they managed to grab and shove it under Ciri's nose.

She irks at the raw fish wiggling in Coen's hands where he's practically ripping it apart in his fingers to offer her pieces.

Lambert has feathers and blood on his face and neck and drops the head and wings and feet and feathers that probably belonged to a bird minutes ago on the table.

Ciri points out she can't eat raw meat, which is just insulting--they know she's not a mutant. But Lambert is not capable of sheepishness and says he got too excited and he stress ate it on the way back. So he runs out again, promising to save her the good parts of whatever poor flapping bastard he can catch next.

Lambert is a Wolf of Kaer Morhen. No longer the Last. And there is a pup to feed.

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headcannon that Witchers are obligate carnivores and it means they can't just drink normal tea they have to brew that shit with bones in it or something or else it upsets their sensitive tummies.

like whenever Jaskier is brewing tea in camp and turns away for a second Geralt tosses in little bones he won't notice until its time to drink up and little pieces of white bone just plink into his cup. trying to get answers out of Geralt for something like this is a fool's errand so Jaskier just has to figure out why this is happening over time.

made all the more frustrating by Geralt getting miffed about Jaskier not eating the little bones and calling him wasteful and taking them for himself to eat. "the crunchy bits are the best part of tea."

but Geralt will not just call it soup. will not just ask for bone broth with herbs in it. it's "tea" and special "Witcher tea" when Jaskier won't let it go. and people think Jaskier is the dumb and pretty one of their pair.

but the other Witchers all do it to some degree, and if Jaskier wants a hot drink experience that doesn't taste wildy off and like shit he has to start just making broth or soups. crushed rosemary and garlic and a hefty helping of salt along with a big marrowy bone at least.

if he wants his own tea he has to brew it after Geralt is asleep or meditating or off on a hunt becaus he ALWAYS sneaks little bones or chunks of meat into it even when its only for Jaskier. he complains enough about it that Geralt buys a little tea pot Just For Jaskier that he promises not to mess with (but still does because surely the bard will die without animal fat and protein in every cup. Jaskier has to burst into tears for Geralt to stop in truth).

Geralt is delighted that tea is good now--he had no idea humans knew how to make a good Witcher tea! ah the bard has been holding out on him the strange little herbivore. glad he finally saw sense.

now if Jaskier would believe Geralt when he says he can't taste sweet things and stop trying to feed him pastry and wasting their hard earned coin on things that aren't even real. like sugar.

Ciri gets bit by a tick when she's on the run from Nilfgaard the first time and becomes deathly allergic to meat and it is SO upsetting to the Witchers. why even live.

[quintessenceofdust88]

Here's some fluff with pregnant uncle Buck and the biggest baby Buckley-Kinard cheerleader, a.k.a Jee-Yun Buckley-Han:

“Uncle Buck?” Jee's soft voice cuts through the quiet of the evening, and Buck smiles down at her.

The two of them are lying on his and Tommy’s bed, already in their PJ’s - well, Jee’s in her unicorn themed PJ’s anyway. Buck’s wearing a pair of Tommy’s sweatpants and also one of his husband’s T-shirts which are slightly bigger than his and fit more comfortably over the sixteen-week bump that’s his constant companion. Jee-Yun has her tiny hands pressed against said bump, looking in awe at the swollen curve of Buck’s stomach.

Ever since finding out her uncle’s pregnant, Jee-Yun has been his biggest supporter. The first thing she does whenever she sees Buck these days is rush into his direction for a hug, placing her hands on his growing bump, happily saying “Hi, babies! Remember me? It’s your big cousin Jee-Yun!”. Buck’s heart fills with joy every time that happens, and he’s ridiculously happy that his niece is so excited about the prospect of being a big cousin. 

“Yeah, Jee-bug?” Buck answers softly, running a hand on her soft hair, thinking he should probably get her settled for bed soon. Actually, he knows for a fact it’s a little past her bedtime, but what’s an uncle for if not bending the rules a little bit? 

Especially considering that sleepovers are a rare treat for Jee. Tonight, Maddie had a shift and little Kevin has the flu, so Buck immediately offered to take her for the night so Chimney could focus on their youngest. His brother-in-law had tried to protest at first, but Buck insisted, claiming Jee’d keep him company since Tommy’s on a shift. 

They’ve had the sweetest time, baking a cake and watching a movie. The whole time, Jee-Yun has been babbling about things she learned at kindergarten (and Buck can’t believe she’s going to elementary school next year; when has time gotten away from him like that?), but Buck thinks she might be about to return to her favorite subject of the moment: her little cousins. 

And sure enough…

“Do the babies like chocolate ice-cream? Mama says Kevin wanted lots of chocolate ice-cream when he was in her tummy!” She asks, and Buck chuckles; she’s been doing that a lot, comparing Maddie’s pregnancy to his, trying to figure out the rhyme or reason of babies growing inside someone. 

“Not chocolate ice-cream, but you know what they made me want the other day?” Buck asks conspirationally, leaning closer to her, and Jee-Yun’s eyes widen in curiosity. 

“What?!’

“Oreos dipped in orange juice” He says, and her instant reaction is a delighted giggle followed by a grimace.

“Oreos with orange juice?! Gross, uncle Buck!” Jee decides, and Buck boops her nose playfully. 

“I know it sounds super gross, but you know what? I kinda liked it; or, the babies liked it anyway” He answers with a chuckle, remembering the horrified face Tommy pulled at him when he caught Buck dumping the Oreos in his glass of orange juice, and how he wisely decided not to comment on it. 

“Can I try it? Maybe I’ll like it too!” Jee says eagerly, and Buck has no doubt she’s about to bolt from the bed to try it. But he has no desire to be thoroughly chewed out by Maddie in the morning.

“Maybe tomorrow, okay, munchkin? It’s bed time for little girls now” He tells her, and Jee pouts, but only a little. She’s smart enough to realize it’d be pushing her luck to try and delay her bedtime even more.

“Is it bed time for the babies too?” She asks innocently, and Buck laughs in delight. 

Come to think of it, he could go to sleep already. He’s thankfully past the point of his pregnancy where he felt sleepy all the god damn time, but still. It’s no piece of cake, growing two babies, and Buck is enjoying all the rest he can get.

“Yeah, I guess the babies could go to sleep too” He told her, and Jee smiled.

“Then can I sleep here with you? I promised uncle Tommy I'd take care of you and the babies!” She pleaded, and Buck isn't able to say no, not when she looks at him with those expectant eyes. God, he hopes he grows a spine by the time the twins are her age, or they'll get away with murder if it depends on him.

“Oh, well, if you promised uncle Tommy…” He teases her, already lifting up the covers so she can get under them, and she does so with a happy squeal that just about melts Buck’s heart. 

Jee settles herself on Tommy’s side of the bed, a content sigh leaving her lips as she snuggles against him, and Buck puts his arm around her, pulling his niece closer to him and opening up the story book he’d left on the nightstand earlier. 

“Tell me a story, uncle Buck?” She asks sleepily, and Buck places a small kiss on her forehead before starting to read ‘The Ugly Duckling’ (a story that always spoke to him as a kid who wished to belong, and he’s so glad that for his niece it’s really just a story).

His voice is the only sound in the house, and Buck can feel as Jee’s head gets heavier against his shoulder, indicating she’s more asleep than awake by this point. He’s about two pages away from finishing it when he feels it; a tiny kick from inside, pressing lightly but surely against his stomach. Before he knows it, Buck’s sitting up in bed, cradling his bump. 

“Uncle Buck?! Something happened to the babies?!” Jee asks, more excited than worried when she sees the wide smile on her uncle’s face. 

“Y-yeah, Jee” Buck answers, still in awe, still delighted, as he feels another kick a little more to the right than the first one; probably the other baby, he realizes. “C’mon, put your hand in here”

Jee doesn’t need to be told twice; her tiny hand rests beside his in his belly, and she stares at it intently, holding her breath. She’s rewarded by her patience in less than two minutes, when Buck feels another flutter of movement (and, wow. It’s weird, to feel them moving inside him like that. The best kind of weird, but weird nonetheless). Jee clearly feels it too, because she lets out a delighted gasp. 

“The babies! They’re moving, uncle Buck!” She tells him, as if he wasn’t aware, and Buck chuckles. “I think they like your story”

“Nah, munchkin” He says, his heart feeling impossibly full as his two tiny blobs (he wanted to murder Tommy the first time he referred to them like this after the ultrasound, but the nickname has grown on him) kick and move around, giving clear signs of life inside him. He hugs Jee tight, pressing a kiss against her forehead. “I think they want to say good night to their big cousin��

“Oh!” She answers, as if that indeed explains everything, and squirms away from his arms so she can scoot down on the bed and press a tiny kiss against his T-shirt. “Good night, babies. I love you so much. I can’t wait to meet you!”

“Me neither, Jee-bug” Buck whispers to her as if it’s a big secret. “Me neither”

[Now on AO3!]

(@parrishjeanna tagging as requested! I hope you enjoy! <3 <3 <3)

And if anyone else would like to get tagged in other works for this verse (which I'll temporarily name 'Little Blobs verse'), please let me know! It's meant to be a very fluffy verse, at least at first hehe <3

[capquinn]

Imagine dad Quinn with Jack and Luke, along with us meeting the baby in the hospital 🥹🥹 imagine how the boys would act with a new baby

The hospital room was warm and quiet, softened by the glow of late afternoon light filtering through the blinds. Quinn stood near the bed, cradling his baby daughter carefully, his large hands almost comically gentle against her impossibly tiny frame. She was only a day old, barely big enough to fill his hands, with a downy tuft of hair and her face still scrunched in that sleepy, new-baby way. Every now and then, she let out a soft coo, and each sound sent a flicker of wonder through Quinn’s face, a look of complete awe mixed with a bit of that new-parent nervousness.

Jack and Luke, for all their bravado, wore similar expressions. They’d been buzzing with excitement since they’d stepped into the room, but as they finally got close enough to see her, a hush fell over them.

When Jack finally held her, he cradled her a bit awkwardly but with as much care as he could muster.

Quinn hovered closely, his body leaning in, just a little tense. His eyes flickered over every detail — Jack’s fingers around her, the angle of her tiny head resting against his chest. He watched, heart in his throat, protective instincts on high alert. Every few seconds, his gaze darted over to you, almost pleading, a silent question in his eyes: is she okay? Should I take her back?

But each time he looked, you just gave him a soft, reassuring smile, urging him to let the moment breathe, to trust his brother’s careful hands. Quinn’s shoulders relaxed a bit, but his eyes never left her, tracing the delicate rise and fall of her breath, making sure her blanket stayed snug around her. His hand hovered at his side, fingers twitching like he was ready to step in at the slightest hint of discomfort.

Jack, sensing the weight of his brother’s watchful eye, grinned up at Quinn.

“Relax, Q. This isn’t the first time I’ve held a baby,” he teased.

Quinn rolled his eyes, crossing his arms but refusing to step back. “Just focus on holding her properly then, would you?” he replied, voice firm but softened by a barely-hidden smile. “Her head’s gotta be supported.”

Jack chuckled, shifting slightly as he adjusted his hold, his tone gentle. “You’re wound up tight, you know that?”

“You’re holding my daughter like she’s a ticking time bomb about to go off,” Quinn retorts, a hint of defensiveness in his tone as he leans a little closer, eyes fixed on Jack’s grip.

Jack raises an eyebrow, suppressing a grin.

“Maybe that’s because you’re hovering over my shoulder like she actually might,” he shoots back, adjusting his hold just to prove a point.

Quinn huffs, his hand twitching as though he’s about to step in, but he holds himself back, glancing over at you. You catch his gaze, giving him another reassuring nod, a small smile that says, “trust him.”

When it was finally Luke’s turn, he stepped forward with a soft, eager smile, his arms already outstretched as Jack carefully transferred the tiny bundle into his grasp. Unlike Jack’s tentative approach, Luke seemed to find his footing almost instantly, his hands settling with a gentle confidence as he cradled her. His long fingers supported her head, and he instinctively began to sway, his movements slow and easy, a quiet rhythm that seemed to soothe even the softest stirrings from his niece.

He looked down at her with a look of wonder, as if seeing something entirely new in the world.

“Hey there, little one,” he murmured, “I’m your uncle Luke. The fun one.” His words carried a playful warmth, but there was a flicker of pride in his eyes, a glimpse of the care he already felt.

Jack, watching from beside him, let out a soft chuckle, and leaned in to gently brush his fingers over her impossibly tiny hand.

“Yeah, by fun he means he’ll be doing all the things that make mom and dad panic,” Jack teased, his voice dropping into a warm whisper. “She’s just… so small,” he whispered, the awe in his voice breaking through his usual humour.

His finger lingered there, and to everyone’s quiet delight, her hand closed reflexively around it, holding on tight. The sight left him speechless, his usual stoicism melting into something entirely new — gentle, protective, proud. It was as if the weight of being an uncle settled over him in that single moment, reshaping his usual carefree grin into something more tender.

Jack let out a quiet laugh, his eyes never leaving her tiny face.

“Guess I’m officially Uncle Jack now,” he murmured, a little awestruck, like he was still wrapping his mind around the title.

Then, as if sensing she was the center of their attention, the baby let out a small, sleepy noise, a gentle little sigh that made everyone fall silent. Luke’s grin faded into a look of pure wonder, his eyes softening as he looked down at her, completely smitten.

Quinn watched from beside you, a hint of emotion catching in his throat as he took in the sight of his brothers doting on his baby girl. You slipped an arm around his waist, pulling him close, and he leaned into you, his heart full. He squeezed your shoulder, and together, you both simply watched, soaking up this first, tender meeting, feeling the magic of it all.

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[megalony]

A Special Guest

This is an Eddie Diaz imagine with lots of fluff, requested by the lovely @klovesreading. I hope you will all like it, feedback always makes my day, let me know what you think.

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Eddie Diaz Masterlist

Summary: Eddie and (Y/n) bring their daughter down to the station so the team can meet her for the first time. And they see how Eddie will do anything for his girls.

Enjoy.

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"Shall I get her?" A smile wormed its way onto (Y/n)'s lips when she climbed out the truck and looked over at her husband. Her hand moved to hold her hip and her head tilted to the side when Eddie shook his head.

"No, I got her."

Nodding, she opened the back door for Chris and when he hopped down, she reached in and found the beige Winnie The Pooh bag with all her and Poppy's things in. She felt Chris take her hand as they rounded the other side of the car where Eddie was.

"Come're, little lady." Eddie undid the buckle and carefully slid his hands around Poppy to lift her out the carrier. He didn't see any point in taking her inside in the carrier when he knew exactly what was going to happen today. No one at the station was going to put her down, not even for a second. She would be passed around the team so they could all see her for the first time and once he'd had enough, Eddie would steal his daughter back.

Since the moment they brought her home, Eddie had barely put her down. He had been the same when he came back from the army and got to hold Chris. He wouldn't put his son down, not for anything, and it was the same now with his little girl.

He cooed as he leaned back and settled her on his chest, one hand on her bum and the other rubbing up and down her back. He loved the way her hand curled around his collar and her other hand nudged against her nose as her eyes started to look around.

"Let's go." Chris excitedly pulled on (Y/n)'s hand and led the way towards the station.

He was excited to see the team. He hadn't seen anyone but Evan since Poppy was born. This was the first time the rest of the team were going to see Poppy.

With Evan being (Y/n)'s big brother, he had insisted on seeing his new niece and his sister and making sure they were alright. And he had looked after Chris when (Y/n) went into labour so he had brought Chris down to the hospital to meet his sister. But no one else in the team had been round yet.

They understood that (Y/n) and Eddie wanted to keep their daughter to themselves for a little while. They wanted to spend time at home with her and Chris and get used to new dynamics. But now she was almost three weeks old, they thought they should bring her down to see the team before Eddie came back to work.

(Y/n) curled her free hand around Eddie's bicep and leaned her head on his shoulder, smiling down at their little girl curled up on his chest.

It was a sight (Y/n) didn't know she needed until Poppy was first placed in Eddie's arms. It was clear to see that she had Eddie wrapped around her finger. She cried if he put her down. She spent most of the night in Eddie's arms since every time she cried for a bottle or a cuddle, Eddie shot up to tend to her first.

"Uncle Buck!" Chris let go of (Y/n)'s hand and rushed forward when he saw Evan checking the stock in the ambulance.

It had been great for Chris to learn that when (Y/n) and Eddie got married, Evan actually became his uncle. He could call him uncle Buck and actually mean it this time without wishful thinking.

"Hey buddy, you okay?" Evan leaned down and scooped him up, spinning him around before he looked across and grinned when he noticed the rest of his family walking in.

"We brought Poppy."

"Guys, we have a special guest." Evan carefully set Chris back down to his feet and waited patiently for (Y/n) and Eddie to come over to them. "How's my niece?" Evan pushed up on his toes and leaned forward to try and get a better look at Poppy, but Eddie didn't exactly make it easy. He kept her snuggled down into his chest and made no attempt to turn her towards Evan or let him see her properly.

He took note of the small purple hat she was wearing and the red and white onesie she was wearing that looked a little too big for her yet.

"Wide awake and probably hungry," (Y/n)'s lips quirked into a grin as she looked over at her brother, then down to her daughter.

"Let me have her, then."

Eddie took a deep breath and looked down at his little girl before he looked over at his brother in law. He didn't want to hand her over. He wanted her to stay right where she was because right now, she was content on his chest and happily tucked away in his arms. Eddie loved the feel of her weighing down on his chest, as close to his heart as he could get her. He didn't like the panic he felt when someone else other than him or (Y/n) held her.

But when Evan held his hands out, Eddie relented and carefully eased her off his chest and into Evan's waiting arms.

He watched Evan tilt her back and lay her in the crook of his left arm, her little eyes wide with curiosity as she stared up at the new stranger holding her. And when Evan grinned down at her, his lips parted and he huffed when he read what was on her onesie.

Daddy's girl. Evan could well believe that.

He brushed his thumb against Poppy's nose and grinned down at her as he turned to make his way over to the stairs. The rest of the team were up in the annex and they would be thrilled to see who had turned up.

A smile pulled at (Y/n)'s lips when she looked up at Eddie as they started to follow Evan. He was trying to look over Evan's shoulder and keep an eye on Poppy. (Y/n) tightened her hands around Eddie's arm and pushed up into his side while he reached out and gently nudged Chris to walk in front of them up the stairs.

"Can I play a game?" Chris tilted his head back into Eddie's chest and pointed over to the games machine near the sofa.

"Sure."

"Look who's arrived." Evan wandered over to the table where Hen and Chimney were sat and Bobby was stood in the kitchen with a cup of coffee. All eyes darted over to him and grins beamed back at him when they realised what small bundle he had in his left arm.

Reaching the table, (Y/n) slumped her bag down onto one of the chairs and smiled when Hen reached out to rub her arm. Hen couldn't seem to decide where to look, she wanted to catch a glimpse of their newest arrival, but she also wanted to talk to (Y/n).

"How are you? You look great."

(Y/n) darted her eyes down her frame before she looked over at Hen, pursing her lips to morph her smile. She didn't feel like she looked great. Her stomach had gone down a lot but (Y/n) still felt like her frame was a weird shape. She felt better when she wore leggings as they hugged her waist and made her feel like her shape was a bit more… herself. And dresses only pinched her waist and made her hips stick out.

"I feel good, but I think I look-"

"Beautiful. As always." Eddie wrapped his arms around (Y/n)'s waist and perched his chin on her shoulder. He leaned over to kiss her cheek and pulled her back up against his chest.

Tilting her head to the side, she murmured a quiet 'Thank you' against his lips as she felt his hands roam around her stomach. She had been a bit worried when she got pregnant that she would feel uncomfortable with the way her body would look and change. Eddie made that impossible.

The way Eddie glued himself to her, kissed and praised her stomach and barely let go of her throughout the entire pregnancy made it impossible for (Y/n) to feel like she didn't love the way she looked. And now as her frame changed again, Eddie seemed to love it even more.

She looked across at her brother who leaned back against the table and waited patiently for Bobby to approach. He had become their surrogate father and he was as close to (Y/n) as he was to Evan.

"Go to grandad." Evan whispered before he settled Poppy over into Bobby's waiting arms.

"I told you. We're not getting her back anytime soon." Eddie tipped his head over towards the team before he attached his lips to (Y/n)'s neck. "Do you want a drink?"

(Y/n) nodded and pecked Eddie's cheek before she moved to sit down next to Hen at the table.

"She looks like a little doll, how big was she?" Hen looked across the end of the table when Bobby sat down. He lifted Poppy up in the air and cooed at her while Evan stood behind him and tickled her cheek and pulled a face to see if he could make her smile.

They all knew Evan was going to be their go-to babysitter. He was attached to Chris and he was already in love with his niece. Kids levitated to Evan, he knew how to get through to them and make them smile and the inner child in him always brightened up any atmosphere. And right now, he was desperate to be the first one to make Poppy grin and giggle.

"Six pounds one ounce, thank God." (Y/n) slouched back in her chair and leaned her head back. She had been more than relieved when Poppy was born that she was just like a tiny doll and she didn't weigh heavy.

From how big her stomach seemed to be and how she started showing very early on, (Y/n) panicked the baby would be large and make her first birth a hard, traumatic one. But labour had lasted eighteen hours which was great in (Y/n)'s eyes. She didn't have to last more than a full day or two days in labour and Poppy was perfectly healthy.

"Can I have a hold?" Hen held her hands out and grinned when the little girl was passed across the table to her like a package.

Her wide eyes scanned over Hen before she seemed to scan around the room and look around for something. Her little face scrunched up and her nose crinkled before a quiet whimper bubbled past her lips.

Hen switched to settle the newborn on her knees and bounce her up and down, leaning her back in her arm to see if it would settle her.

"Don't take offense, she needs a bottle."

Leaning forward, (Y/n) scanned through her bag and found the bottle she'd packed. She slung a small towel over her shoulder and got up from the table, moving round to the kitchen whilst Evan took her seat to be next to his niece.

She curved her arm around Eddie's waist and pressed up against him as she walked over towards the kettle that had just boiled. She kissed his shoulder and filled the bottle, leaning back as she shook the mix together. A grin spread across (Y/n)'s lips when Eddie turned around to face her, pinning his hands on the counter behind her on either side of her waist so she was caged in beneath him.

He tilted his head down into the crook of her neck and grazed his teeth against her skin while he pressed his body down on hers.

"Want me to do it?"

"No, I've got her this time." When Eddie lifted his head, (Y/n) stole a kiss and bit down on his bottom lip before she pushed him backwards so she could be released.

She could feel his hands lingering on her waist, making it harder to pull away from him as she headed back towards the table. Her daughter had been passed around again. Chimney was holding her this time but she was starting to wail. She was hungry.

"Alright, I've got your lunch little lady." Once her daughter was back in her arms, (Y/n) headed over towards the sofa.

She smiled softly when Chris turned around from the games machine he was playing on and looked across at her. It felt good to sit back down and (Y/n) let herself sink into the sofa with Poppy batting her hands against her chest as if demanding attention and the bottle she knew her mum had.

(Y/n) crossed her left leg across her right thigh and propped her knee up before she slowly laid Poppy down. She settled Poppy's head in the crook of her knee and rested her weight on her thigh, keeping her pinned in place between her legs so she didn't have to hold her.

The moment the bottle was at her lips, all cries ceased and Poppy curled her hands around (Y/n)'s fingers like she was making sure she didn't try and take the bottle away from her anytime soon.

"You okay?" (Y/n) watched Chris walk over and plonk down next to her on the sofa, nodding happily.

He leaned his head on her arm and reached his hand out, silently asking if he could hold the bottle instead. (Y/n) passed it over and let him hold it up for Poppy. Between Chris and Eddie, (Y/n) barely got chance to cuddle, feed or change her daughter since the boys tried to take all those jobs away from her and keep Poppy to themselves. But it felt good to have Chris want to be involved and see Eddie so attached to his little girl.

(Y/n) closed her eyes and leaned her cheek on top of Chris's head, feeling his curls tickle her cheek and her neck as she curved an arm around his shoulders.

But she tilted her head back with a smile when a familiar pair of hands reach down to hold her shoulders and a pair of lips smother her temple.

Eddie arched his back out and crossed one leg over the other as he leaned his elbows on the back of the sofa. He kept his lips pressed against (Y/n)'s forehead and rubbed his thumbs across her shoulders while his eyes focused on the two kids sat with her.

"Uncle Buck wants you, he said do you want to look in the ambulance this time?" Eddie moved a hand down onto Chris's shoulder and grinned when he nodded. Last time Chris came to the station he got to help Evan check inventory in the truck and go inside. This time he could have a look round the ambulance and see what they kept inside and where everything was stored.

Chris set the empty bottle down on the coffee table before he got up and rushed over to the table to find his uncle and Hen who was going to help show him round the ambulance.

"Can I steal her back now?" Eddie's voice tickled the shell of (Y/n)'s ear and they both knew he was going to reach down and take Poppy whether she agreed or not.

He swiped the cloth from her shoulder and tossed it over his own before he slid his hands down (Y/n)'s sides. He made a point of squeezing her waist and reaching to dig his fingers into her thighs until she shivered and squirmed in her seat.

He gave her thigh a light tap before he carefully eased Poppy up from (Y/n)'s lap and lifted her up.

"Hey baby," He kissed her cheek before he settled her down on his chest with her chin perched happily on his shoulder and his hand on her back. He rubbed circles across her back and gently swayed her up and down.

Eddie bit down on the corner of his lip when he watched (Y/n) slowly turn around and push up on her knees on the sofa. She leaned her head to the side and pressed her stomach into the back of the sofa so she was almost level with Eddie who stood just a little bit taller. He rose a brow as he looked down at her, silently questioning what she was doing.

But his lips curved into a smile when he felt (Y/n)'s hands reach out for his hips and curve around his back. When he felt her fingers slip into the back pockets of his jeans and squeeze, he chuckled and obliged as she used his jeans to pull him closer. His hips bumped into the back of the sofa and (Y/n) pressed up into him with her chin pressing into his upper chest so she could stare up at him.

"Do I get a kiss?"

Something about the way Eddie was able to keep Poppy held up against his shoulder with one arm made (Y/n)'s stomach flutter. She watched as he reached one hand down to cup her chin and bring her closer.

"You get as many as you like." He mumbled softly against her lips before he took the plunge and kissed her.

She could quite happily get used to this sight.

***

"Poppy did it again." Eddie mused as he opened the bathroom door and headed inside.

This was the second time in two days that Poppy had thrown up on him and he was starting to think that she thought this was some sort of new game they could play. She either threw up on Eddie, spat her milk back at him or needed to be changed within five minutes of being in his arms. She seemed to look at her dad and immediately think of playing games with him.

He nudged the bathroom door shut behind him but when he lifted his head and looked around the room, his eyes narrowed and his jaw loosened a little.

He knew (Y/n) had come in the bathroom a few minutes before him, but they always had an open door policy. If the door wasn't locked, they could walk in on each other if they needed something out the bathroom.

"Uh, mi amor, everything alright in here?" Eddie sucked in a deep breath as he did another sweep around the room.

It looked like Eddie had walked in on a murder in progress. There was a pile of bloodied clothes near the bath, a blood-covered towel in (Y/n)'s hands and when he looked her up and down, he could see streaks and smears of blood on her inner thighs and around her knees.

"Yeah, I- I'm okay." (Y/n) closed her eyes and tilted her head down, clamping her lips together as tightly to swallow down a groan when her stomach cramped.

Her arm bound around her waist and her other hand clenched around the towel she was holding onto.

"Baby you don't look okay."

A shiver rolled down her knee when she felt Eddie's hands on her thighs and when she dared to open her eyes, she saw him knelt down on the floor in front of her. He rolled his lips together and arched a brow, waiting for her to give in and tell him the truth.

Eddie wasn't stupid. He could see that (Y/n) didn't look very well and she looked in discomfort. Lying to him wasn't going to get her anywhere and they both knew it.

"I… I guess I got my period back." She muttered quietly while she watched Eddie nod and look around the room again.

(Y/n) wasn't sure when she was going to get her first period after having Poppy, there was no exact time scale, she just had to wait and see. It crept up on her this afternoon. By the time she realised what the familiar cramps were, she'd ruined her underwear and leggings and made quite the murder scene in the bathroom.

"Clearly," Eddie mused with a smile before he leaned back and carefully took off his shirt that Poppy had decided to stain for him. He tossed it on (Y/n)'s crumpled pile of clothes before he gave her knee a gentle squeeze.

"Just give… give me five minutes to clean up, I'm fine." She pressed her lips together and left the towel slumped across her knees. She would be fine once she'd cleaned up and got changed. She wasn't expecting Eddie to walk in on her like this.

"No mi amor it's okay, I've got this." When he stood up, Eddie leaned forward and kissed her temple. He felt her shiver before he bundled all the clothes together and he gently swiped the bloodied towel from her lap and handed her a clean one before he left to put everything in the wash.

(Y/n) lifted her head and looked back at the door when he walked back in a minute later. Her eyes followed him as he walked in with a pile of clothes that he placed down on the side of the bath. She wondered if he was going to grab a shower until he found a flannel and crouched down in front of her again.

"Alright, let's get you cleaned up."

"Baby I can do that-" She tried to take the flannel from him but the stern look in Eddie's eyes made her pause.

Her hand hovered over his and she took a sharp breath when he looked up at her and tilted his head to the side. She didn't want him thinking he had to help, if he gave her five minutes she would clean up and get changed, he didn't have to help.

"No, you're gonna let me look after you. That's not debatable."

(Y/n) rolled her lips together and nodded. She could see she wasn't going to get anywhere if she tried to argue with Eddie on this and she didn't want to get on his stern side.

Her hand moved to tangle in his hair and she smiled softly when he pressed a kiss against her knee and her inner thigh. She dropped the towel beside her and let Eddie help clean the smear lines from her thighs. Sparks shot up her wrists and through to her chest when Eddie cupped her wrist and dabbed the lukewarm flannel across her palms before he handed her the towel again.

"Does it hurt?" When (Y/n) gingerly nodded, Eddie moved to the bathroom cabinet and found some painkillers and filled a glass with water. "Take these."

(Y/n) did as instructed and looked over when Eddie grabbed the clothes from the side of the bath. He knelt back down and passed the clothes across to (Y/n), saving the grey cotton shirt for himself.

He'd gotten her some of his loungewear gear. Black shorts and a white cotton shirt for her to wear instead. It was the afternoon and they weren't going to be going out anywhere today so Eddie saw no point in getting dressed up when it was going to be a movie afternoon with the kids.

She felt better when she got dressed, but standing up made her head go dizzy and (Y/n) latched her arms around Eddie's middle and leaned her head into his chest. She felt his arms curve around her and he kissed the top of her head before he tilted her head back so she was looking up at him.

"Okay?"

"Hm, thank you."

"You don't have to thank me. I told you, I'm always gonna look after you." Eddie didn't want (Y/n) to thank him and he didn't ever want her to feel embarrassed or as if she couldn't ask him for help.

He kept his arm bound around her waist but when (Y/n) made no attempt to move or leave the bathroom, Eddie's smile softened. His hands raked their way down her waist to the back of her thighs and in one swift motion, he picked her up.

He loved the quiet gasp she let out into his chest and the deep breath she sucked in when he hooked her legs around his waist and sat her low on his hips. His hands stayed on her thighs to keep her in place and his lips attached to the side of her head when (Y/n) tucked her face into the crook of his neck.

Eddie made his way down the hall and wandered back into the living room where he'd been with Poppy for the last hour. He turned and carefully eased (Y/n) down onto the sofa, pecking her lips before he moved towards the carrier near the armchair. He gently eased Poppy up and took her back towards the sofa with him.

A grin lit up his face when he settled Poppy down on his chest and propped his feet up on the coffee table so he could slouch down. He let Poppy wriggle around on his chest and get comfy, tucking her face into his clean shirt with her arms snuggled up to her chest and her knees coiled up on his abdomen.

And when (Y/n) shuffled closer and buried her face into his shoulder, Eddie looped his arm around her shoulders to pull her closer so she was tucked up beneath his arm.

"Chris, you picked a movie yet?" Eddie tilted his head back and waited for a response. Chris had gone to his room over ten minutes ago to find a movie to watch. He had either struggled to find one or he had gotten distracted by something in his room.

When Chris came trotting into the room mumbling "Found one," Eddie pointed at the tv and Chris knelt down to put the dvd on.

He turned around when the dvd was in and looked at the sofa, quietly debating whereabouts he wanted to sit for a family movie. Before he seemed to settle on sitting on Eddie's other side so (Y/n) could lay out. Both he and Eddie could see that (Y/n) wasn't going to be awake to watch this movie for very long. She looked like she would be asleep within ten minutes.

With a smile, Chris climbed up onto the sofa and wedged himself between Eddie and the armrest, causing his dad to huff and budge up into (Y/n) so they both weren't squished together.

He felt Chris rest his head on his arm and when Chris reached across to rest his hand on Poppy's back, both parents grinned beaming smiles.

This was their family.

[chloe-skywalker]

Teach Me - Eddie Munson Part #1

Eddie Muson x Fem!Reader!Byers

Warnings: Stranger Things

Word count: 489

Summary: Y/n wants to understand what her little brother is always talking about when he talks about D&D. She does know someone that could teach her

Authors Note: This has a part 2 already done! (Just not typed yet)

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Y/n sat there driving listening to Will talk about their recent D&D campaign. Y/n was nodding along pretending to understand everything he was talking about, but the truth was she didn’t have a clue. She wished she did, but she didn’t.

“Are you coming tonight? You’ll see what I’m talking about.” Will asked excited that his big sister might come.

“Maybe. I need to talk to someone before I know.” Y/n tells him as they pull up to the school parking lot.

“Okay.” Will answered before leaving for his own middle school as Y/n got out and headed to the high school.

Y/n tried to think of how she was going to ask Eddie Munson to teach her about D&D. He was the only person she could think of that would be able to teach her about it without Will finding out. She eventually settled for slipping a note in his locker to meet up after school.

Eddie got the note and he was confused but also very interested. So after school Eddie went to where the note said to meet.

“Well, well, well not who I expected.” Eddie teased upon seeing who he was meeting.

“Who’d you expect?” Y/n asked nervously biting her nails.

“Not someone whose brother plays the game.” Eddie tells her honestly and he was confused but not disappointed.

“Can I be honest?” Y/n looks at him biting her lip anxiously.

“Go ahead, I'm all ears.” Eddie nods moving to sit down, giving her all his attention.

“I don’t understand a word he says. He talks to me like I do and I nod along and say I know but I don’t.” Y/n’s referring to her little brother and Eddie understood her. 

“But you want to.” Eddie concluded with a smile, he found it nice that she wanted to do this for her little brother.

“Yeah.” Y/n let out a breath relieved he understood.

“And you want me to teach you?” Eddie asked, raising a brow pointing to himself.

“Please?” Y/n pleaded.

“Of course princess.” He bowed comically, making Y/n laugh and all the tension disappear.

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“Eddie, this has been very helpful. Thanks.” Y/n told him after week’s of him teaching her, she was very grateful for his patience and teaching her.

“I’m glad I could help.” Eddie smiled at her. Eddie had enjoyed spending time with Y/n. He would admit that he had dragged out the lessons so they would last longer. And to his credit he dragged it out for 2 months, almost 3.

“Would you wanna go get a milkshake sometime?” Eddie asked meaning up like his uncle told him to when he admitted that he liked Y/n.

“I’d love to.” Y/n smiled at him accepting his offer of what they both knew was a date.

It was the start of a very good relationship.

Taglist:

@padawancat97 @gruffle1 @maryvibess @starkleila @fandom-princess-forevermore

[shelbgrey]

Not many people write for Twilight anymore! I'd love to see the Cullens(separate) with a mate that has a young child in her care. Could be her own or she adopted the child when her parents(family friends of hers with no other family) passed away. Thinking she'd be about 18 and the kid is 2 yrs old. Please and thank you!!!

Cats in the cradle(Cullen family)

Paring: mother!Reader X OC!Child, Mate!Reader X Cullens(separate)

Carlisle cullen:

You had a son named Jason from a previous relationship. His father is a good dad but the relationship between you and him didn't end well.

Carlisle first interaction with Jason was when he broke his arm on the playground and had to get a cast.

When you and carlisle do start your relationship carlisle works hard to be a good father figure and you can tell he genuinely cares for him.

Like I said before his real dad is a good dad but he's not around much which causes Jason to he closer to carlisle is some ways.

If your son is in Marching band or sports, what ever the case is carlisle will go see your son do what he dose best.

Carlisle would do anything for your kid. He wants to play baseball he'll teach him, he wants to watch a movie carlisle would build a theater room for him. Carlisle spoils him.

Carlisle protects him and you both from the supernatural world as long as he can.

Carlisle asked Jason what he thought about marrying you and Jaosn was over the moon excited. He got to be carlisle best man and everything.

Jason will call him pops or old-man.

As he gets older he'll start wanting to be around Carlisle more and even wants to go to medical school like him.

Emmett cullen:

Your the oldest Clearwater sibling and you have a five year old sister named Lily who turned five when your dad died.

She's been around Emmett since she was two and she's always loved him. At first Emmett would be scared to be around her or hurt her.

It didn't matter to her cus' she'd always follow him around when she was with you guys.

She'll always want to play games with him and help work on cars with him.

She thinks he's a giant and thinks of him as a big brother.

When Harry died all she wanted to do was be around you guys. At the funeral Emmett held her as she cried.

Emmett always knows how to make her laugh. You can't take those two anywhere 😂

Those two have millions of inside jokes

Edward cullen:

You Became a teen mom unexpectedly and the father of your daughter Phenox couldn't care less.

You we're embarrassed to tell your new boyfriend Edward about the situation, not about your daughter(you loved everything about her) but mostly the stuff leading up to your bundle of joy.

Edward didn't care and wanted to be a the father to her like Carlisle had done for him.

Sometimes he'll do the wrong thing with good ententions. Like if your daughter wants to watch a horror movie he'll let her so she's happy. The down fall is her nightmares. He'll balme himself for a couple of days and keep apologizing to you both.

She loves to when he reads to her. His voice is calming in her opinion.

He's very over protective.

Her mind makes him laugh. It's always thinking of something joyful or silly.

At some point she calls him dad and he's over the moon about it. The family has never seen him so happy.

Jasper Hale:

About two years into your relationship your aunt and uncle died unexpectedly. They left behind your three year old cousin Lucas, and thats where you and Jasper come in.

When you got the call about becoming his legal guardian you didn't hesitate. Jasper was a little nervous about, but he wasn't gonna say no.

When you first brought him home Jasper had no idea what to do, he's never been around a kid that age before. Maybe Renesmee but she was only three for about four days and he was gone all that time.

Lucas settled in with the family quickly and over time Jasper and him grew super close.

Lucas loves history so he's always wanting war stories from Jasper.

Jasper would do anything for the kid and thinks he's the only pure thing in his life.

He strives to be a better person because of Lucas.

And Jasper thinks lucas is his kid no matter if they Share the Same blood or not.

Esme Cullen:

Esme is a mother at heart so she immediately took your two year old son under her wing.

She loves Danny with all her heart and felt she finally had a family.

Danny loves helping her with anything and everything. He just wants to be around her.

Sometimes you joke Danny loves her more than you.

Danny calls her mommy and you mama.

He feels so lucky to have two amazing moms like you two.

Rosalie Hale:

You Became the Gardian of your little brother Tom after your parents lost him through CPS. Knowing how awful your parents are you immediately brought him home with you to the Cullen.

Carlisle said he could move in mean he'd be around Rose more often. Rose always wanted to be a mom so she immediately took the roll as the amazing step-mom

She always wants to babysit and take care of him. She'll get him anything that his heart wants.

She'll read to him every night and if he wants to sleep your guys bed he will.

Tom loves her and thinks of her as a amazing step mom but still sees you as his sister. When he got older you explained everything to him. After that he didn't care and still saw you guys as his care givers and loving parents.

Alice Cullen:

Can't say much about this one. You have a Son named Owen and it was totally unexpected when Alice started dating you.

She's not awful to him at all it's just she doesn't know how to interact with him.

They have small talk if it's just the two of them but other than that is not fun to be together with out you.

Over time the two got used to each other but at the same time the two bickered.

Alice truly dose love him like her own son but doesn't know how to show it. She's protective and over time it annoys Owen.

You and Alice have had fights about owen but it's never serious. Owen and Alice relized they had to learn to live together if they want to be with you so they did.

Other than that Alice and owen are cool with each other, they're just not as close as you wished they were.

[lathalea]

The Shrieking Monster

✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ This is a gift for @babe-bombadil as part of the @whiteoliphaunt 2023 exchange. ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ Happy New Year everyone! 🥳

Relationships: Thorin Oakenshield & Dis & little Fili & Kili Rating: G Warnings: family fluff Author's notes: A story set in the Blue Mountains about Thorin trying to be both a ruler and a good uncle at once. Young Fili and Kili are making it a tad difficult in their own cute way. Special thanks to @naryaflame for your linguistic help with a name :) If you prefer, you can read this fic on AO3.

Khuzdul: Thorinuldûm - Thorin’s Halls, the settlement of the refugees from the Lonely Mountain in the Blue Mountains Amad - mother

1. 

It was a perfect morning. Thorin stretched and yawned, settling himself on his favourite chair in the kitchen. The air that whiffed into the dwarven stronghold from the outside felt warm on his cheeks and smelled like spring. As he sipped his morning tea, that strong, aromatic blend Dori bought in Bree, his sister appeared at the threshold. She gave Thorin a bright smile and, seeing her steaming mug on the table, she sat next to him. The lazy silence of the early hours of the day was soon broken by the appearance of two dishevelled pebbles, one with a thatch of golden hair, the other – with his hair as brown as a bear’s fur in winter. After the mandatory morning hugs, Thorin readied breakfast while Dís prepared her sons for the day, humming to herself. Thorin could not stop himself from smiling. His sister was probably already thinking of her visit to the market. She adored going there in the morning, especially on the days when the merchants arrived with new goods – and today was one of those days. Thorin sighed. As much as he wanted her to have a very much needed moment of respite – his sister-sons were quite a handful, to put it mildly – he was painfully aware of what it was going to mean to him. Half a day of having his eyes around his head and his ears pricked up for any unusual noises they may create… or worse – the ominous silence. In the past, there was only a handful of moments when he and Dís realised that the boys went completely silent. It never bode well. 

This day, however, started with the pitter-patter of the boys’ bare feet, chatter and laughter, and the clatter of their bowls as they ate their oatmeal. Dís reminded them to behave while she was gone, and left for the market. Fíli seemed very content about this state of things, knowing well by now that staying with his mother’s brother meant visiting various places in these halls, like forges, or assisting Thorin in other exciting ways. It was different with Kíli – his loud wails of protest at being so cruelly abandoned reverberated against the walls of their home. Thorin imagined they must have followed their mother through the corridors of Thorinuldûm for a long while. Her Little Bear, as Dís called him, was still too young to understand the connection between Mommy leaving, and the sudden appearance of candied rhubarb or his favourite cream toffees.

Distracting Kíli from his misery was not easy, but Thorin managed it by offering to take the boys for a new adventure. Their big blue eyes shone as he told them they would be going to the lower levels of the city together. It was a real treat – Kíli had never been there before and Fíli visited them only a handful of times.

Thorin had a mind to visit the Engineers’ Quarter and show the lads around while discussing some technical issues with one of the water engineers. And so they began their adventure. As they descended down the wide stone stairs Kíli stumbled and yawned, so Thorin decided to carry him the rest of the way. Soon Little Bear began snoring in his arms, and Thorin attempted to ignore the fact that his own tunic was becoming gradually soaked through with his nephew’s saliva. He also started suspecting that the moniker “Little Bear” must have surely come from the fact that Kíli seemed to weigh more and more with every step, like a true bear.

“At least he is not crying,” Thorin muttered to himself, and kept on walking. Thank Mahal for silver linings.

As they arrived at their destination, however, the situation got worse. The Engineers’ Quarter was a crowded place that smelled like tar, coal, and burned leather. Not minding the much larger adult dwarves in their soot-stained clothes who carried – or carted – their wares from one place to another, curious Fíli began rushing between them, oblivious of the chaos he was creating. He took a look at the wheelwright’s workshop here, and then he had to see the toolmaker’s booth there; he then insisted on seeing how parchment was being made, and attempted to find the place where they manufactured those shiny cogwheels. If not for his golden mane, Thorin would have lost his nephew at least a couple of times. Brór, the water engineer he had a meeting with, joined Thorin in the chase for the high-spirited boy. Instead of looking at the water supply pipeline blueprints and trying to fix a problem with water pressure, they ended up unwillingly playing a hide-and-run game to the delight of the onlookers. Seeing your own king running back and forth through the great cavern with one giggling pebble strapped to his chest while chasing after the other one must have been very amusing… for anyone but him, Thorin thought with resignation. His resignation grew even more when he noticed Fíli climbing onto a tall work table… and jumping down onto a heap of coal.

When Thorin finally caught the runaway, they were both out of breath. Although it was rather Fíli who caught his uncle – the boy ran into him and clung to his left leg as if a throng of orcs chased him.

Fíli raised his teary-eyed face to Thorin and sobbed out, “A monster wanted to eat meeee…”

“A monster? Here?” Thorin’s brow furrowed.

It took him a while to reassure Fíli that no monster was going to eat him. In turn, Thorin promised to get rid of the said monster that apparently lurked in a nearby chamber, and shrieked at him. He left his nephews in the care of Brór who tried to look solemn, but his twitching lips betrayed him. Thorin grunted and entered the chamber, carefully looking around, adjusting his eyes to the dark surroundings. And then he saw two glowing points of red. And heard the shrieking.

2.

When Thorin returned to Brór, Kíli was fast asleep once again. Leaving Little Bear in the engineer’s care once again, he took Fíli’s hand and led him to the entrance of the dark chamber. When they opened the door, they both heard the continuous shrieking now. His nephew stopped and refused to walk inside, covering his ears and closing his eyes.

“There are no monsters here, Fíli.” Thorin reassured the boy. “See for yourself.”

“Nnoooo…” muttered Fíli, hiding behind his uncle.

“Do not be afraid,” Thorin added. “Nothing will hurt you here. I promise.”

On the bench by the door stood a lantern. It took him a moment to light it. With the lantern in hand, Thorin crossed the threshold and approached the nearest lantern that hung on the wall, and then another, and another. Soon, the whole chamber was bright as day, each lantern giving off a pleasant yellow glow.

“You can come in now,” Thorin smiled encouragingly.

With his ears covered and his eyes set on the shrieking, wobbling entity in the middle of the chamber, Fíli shook his head.

“This is not a monster.” Thorin stepped towards the huge bulbous shape that made so much noise. He placed his hand on the top of the strange shaking thing and added, “This is a washing barrel.”

Fíli blinked and took a good look at it. The two red glowing points did not look like a pair of evil eyes any longer. Those were two ball-shaped lanterns standing on top of the… thing. That shrieking noise now seemed to sound like a couple of cogwheels that needed a bit of oil, and not like a monster’s screech. And the arm that seemed to reach out to grab him before, turned out to be a cast iron lever.

“A… barrel?” Fíli looked at his uncle and took one uncertain step towards him and the strange contraption.

“Correct. A barrel that washes your clothes,” Thorin explained in an even voice and at the same moment the shrieking stopped. “Look, it has just finished the washing cycle. Let me show you how it works. First, you open this hatch, like so… Watch out for the water! These clothes are clean, they only need to be wrung out and dried.”

As he spoke, Fíli slowly started closing the distance between them, his eyes becoming wider and wider.

“... but if you want to wash your clothes,” Thorin continued, “you need to put them inside, here, and add some soap suds. Then you close the hatch, pour some water here, crank this lever a few times, do this, like so, and wait for the washing barrel to finish its work!”

Thorin kept on talking until Fíli seemed to be completely in awe of this new piece of machinery, his fear completely forgotten. He peppered his uncle with tons of questions: how many cogwheels were there, how many times one should crank the lever, what the barrel was made of… and so on, and so forth. When they left the chamber, there was a big smile on the boy’s lips instead of tears. 

On their way back home Fíli exclaimed, “This was the bestest adventure ever!”

Thorin thought that sometimes being an uncle happened to be quite rewarding. Even if his tunic was still wet from Kíli’s sleepy drooling.

***

His attitude completely changed less than half an hour later, when his nephews disappeared. Both of them. At once.

Stumbling over several painfully angular wooden toys, Thorin searched the boys’ bedroom. Nothing. He even looked under their beds (twice!), but there was no sign of the boys anywhere. They weren't sitting in the common kitchen nor searching for snacks in the pantry. Nor in Dwalin’s rooms where Kíli liked to play hide-and-scare with the big warrior. There were nowhere to be found – not in the rocking chair by the fireplace, nor even in Balin’s study by that large desk where Fíli liked to play so often. Thorin closed his eyes. If he did not find his nephews before Dís returned from the market, his sister would have Thorin’s own head on a spike. The wrath of dwarf-women was ten times fiercer than the one of dwarf-men. In the case of his little sister, the number was much higher, at least a hundred times. And Thorin would do everything he could to avoid being on the receiving end of it.

There was no time to lose. He recruited Dwalin, Óin, and Halkatla, Balin’s wife, to the task of finding the boys, but they returned empty-handed. No one had seen the boys since their early lunch. Then, they were supposed to take a nap, and Thorin remembered their yawning as they closed the door to their bedroom behind him.

And now they were gone. Kidnapped? — No, impossible, Thorin thought. Dwarves cherished their children like the greatest treasures they were, and no one else was allowed into Thorinuldûm. There were no goblins nor other dangers here either. It felt as if the boys magically disappeared in a puff of smoke. Thorin looked around the wide corridor he stood in, but he found no traces of the missing boys.

“Have you checked all of their favourite places?” Halkatla asked, her red-and-silver braids clinking as she turned her head towards Óin.

“Aye, we did,” he nodded. “Not a sign of them.”

“Those wee rascals! I bet they are up to somethin’.” Dwalin said. “They remind me of us. Remember that time, Thorin, when we were around their age or so, and half of Erebor was lookin’ for us all day long?”

“It would be difficult to forget it,” Thorin admitted. “We wanted to avoid another boring lesson with our tutor…”

“...and instead we went to explore the mines! What a shame we lost our way,” Dwalin grinned and nudged him. “It was fun!”

“Aye, fun on an empty belly. If only you had not forgotten our food,” Thorin replied, relieved that his nephews had a proper meal at least.

“If only ye had not forgotten that map ye were supposed to borrow from your father’s desk,” Dwalin chuckled.

Before Thorin could form an adequate riposte, a mousy-haired dwarf approached him.

“M’lord, Master Brór says that the pipeline is fully functional again,” the messenger bowed.

Thorin gave him a nod of thanks. At least he brought a piece of good news. Master Brór was a skilled engineer, and the way he handled Thorin’s own sister-sons…

“Either way,” Dwalin continued, “we had a real adventure on that day, hadn’t we, Thorin?”

A thought appeared in Thorin’s mind. Master Brór. An adventure.

“There was one place where we have not searched yet,” he turned to his companions.

“I am listening,” Halkatla tilted her head, reminding him of a curious raven.

“The Engineers’ Quarters.”

***

Master Brór was more than happy to receive words of thanks from Thorin in person for fixing that pipeline issue once and for all. Despite Thorin’s hopes, he had not seen Fíli or Kíli since they left the Engineers’ Quarters with their uncle earlier that day. Dwalin muttered a curse under his breath.

“Well, that’s it. I’m goin’ to check the workshops,” the warrior said.

“I’ll take the ones on the left, you take the ones on the right,” Halkatla followed him.

“Let’s go,” Dwalin replied, his voice trailing off as he walked away. “And those wee cave bats would better be there or I swear…”

Master Brór addressed Thorin, “I will spread the word as you requested, my lord. Someone must have seen them, I am certain of it. They could not have simply disappeared.”

Thorin agreed with him and began his own search. The rocks could not have swallowed them whole! Magic was out of the question as well, there had to be a logical solution to this! Thoring pulled at his short beard in frustration. Wandering through the area and looking for any signs of his nephews in places they visited earlier that day, he wondered if Óin had any luck. The healer was waiting at their home in case Fíli and Kíli returned there on their own. Perhaps the three of them were already sitting by the fire, with Óin telling the boys countless amusing stories, while Thorin and his companions were checking every nook and cranny on the lower level, going out of their minds with worry. He raised his head, listening to a peculiar sound and trying to figure out its source. It sounded like… shrieking. It was not at all difficult to recall Fíli’s eyes shining with fear, awe, and then curiosity at the sight of the washing barrel.

Without thinking, Thorin turned his steps towards the chamber that housed the “monster” Fíli had been so afraid of not so long ago.

When Thorin arrived at his destination, the door was ajar. Thorin could hear the shrieking very well, but there were other sounds too. Very familiar sounds.

He took a deep breath and shouted, “Dwalin! I found them!”

***

When Thorin stepped inside the chamber, the sounds became even clearer. One of them he identified as uncontrollable giggling, and the other one, slightly muted, sounded like: “Woooo! Woooo! Wooooo! A carousel! Woooo! Faster, Fíli! Woooo!”

Thorin breathed out a sigh of relief only to be struck by a pang of dread a moment later.

Fíli stood by the washing barrel, cranking the lever, grinning from ear to ear, and laughing. Kíli was nowhere to be seen, but his enthusiastic shouts seemed to be coming from inside of the barrel. Inside, not outside. Thorin swallowed; he considered screaming in terror, but something told him that this was most definitely an example of behaviour unworthy of a king. It took him a moment to melt the ball of ice that was forming in his stomach. He closed the distance between him and the barrel in a blink of an eye.

Thank Mahal, the hatch was open. Inside, Kíli sat with his back against a wall of the large metal container inside the machine, surrounded by various articles of laundry, with a happy grin on his face, and a stray sock on top of his head. A wave of relief washed over Thorin.

“Uncle Thorin! Uncle Thorin!” Fíli exclaimed. “We’re playing carousel! Want to jump in?”

Thorin did not.

“It is time to return home, boys,” Thorin simply said, taking Kíli out of the barrel. His clothes were damp and he smelled like those violet flowers Dís liked so much, but other than that, he looked happy, and what’s more important, he was in one piece – just like his older brother.

“But uncle...” Fíli started.

“Your amad will be home soon. Do you not want to see what she bought at the market?”

“A sugar horse? She promised!” The boy recalled his favourite treat.

Holding Kíli firmly against his chest with one arm, Thorin held out his hand to Fíli.

“Let us go and see,” he said with a smile as his nephew’s tiny hand grabbed his.

There would yet be time for scolding and for a conversation about not sneaking out anywhere alone, but for now, the only thing that Thorin wanted was to safely bring his little rascals home.

He only hoped they would manage to reach their halls before Dís returned.

***

When Dís crossed the threshold of their home later in the afternoon, she was greeted by complete silence. Her sons were nowhere to be seen, which was very suspicious. They were always the first ones to run to her and see what she brought them this time. She expected Thorin to welcome her and help her unpack her basket, as usual — but he was not there either. Was this that ominous silence she dreaded so much whenever her boys were executing another of their silly mischiefs? Not really. It seemed as if their home was empty… until she heard a familiar sound coming from a nearby chamber. Dís put the basket on the floor and tiptoed deeper into their halls.

The picture that unfolded before her eyes was the last thing she had expected. Her brother was half sitting, half lying on the sofa, his legs stretched out in front of him, his head resting on the backrest, his eyes closed. Fíli was cuddled up to his uncle’s side, his hair tousled, making her think of a skein of golden yarn. Kíli lay on the opposite side of his uncle, his head resting on Thorin’s lap and turned towards her. He had his thumb in his mouth. Dís could clearly see the darker stain of drool on her brother’s trousers and stifled a giggle. 

All three of them were asleep, of course. And all three of them were snoring in perfect unison. If she closed her eyes she could almost imagine that she had a working sawmill in front of her.

This scene was too adorable for Dís to interrupt it, so she decided that she would let her three boys sleep a little longer. There was no harm in a little nap, after all. Besides, she was tired, and there was still some space left on the sofa…As she drifted off to sleep beside them, her last conscious thought was: “Why do all three of them smell like my lavender laundry soap?”

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BTS & Grace - 30 Weeks

Someone told her that babies at 30 weeks were the size of a cabbage, and Grace could certainly see that as she turned to the side, bending slightly so the make-up artist could put the finishing touches to her lips. BTS were due to be on stage in 10 minutes to start a long day of interviews, photo opportunities, and conferences. It was going to be a long day for the band that had been practising nonstop for the past few months for what was going to be over a year-long tour. 

Grace’s pregnancy was smack bang in the middle, and she would (hopefully) give birth well before Seokjin was due to fly out to America to start the American leg of a long-waited tour. She wouldn’t be joining the guys until a month later, and she wouldn’t fully be back to her idol career for another year. There was no way they were going to let down ARMY, who had been excitedly waiting for this mega-world tour since they all got back together in 2025 once Yoongi’s military career had finished. 

And she knew, as much as she wanted to be on stage, there was no chance for her to do so. 

Right now, the idol persona had to be locked away, and Grace would have to trust those maternal instincts that had started all the way back in 2011 when a very young Jungkook walked through the door. Now those maternal instincts would be used on her soon-to-be daughter. 

Her hand rested on her stomach, and she got a foot in return. The Bangtan Baby was awake and getting comfortable, it seemed. Her daughter was rarely active during the early morning and would spend her time shifting around from afternoon to evening, settling down in the night when Seokjin would spend his time telling his daughter about his day and what her uncles were getting up to, what her big brother was getting up to, and even what Min-Ji had brought in from the garden. 

They were all excited for their baby girl’s arrival, counting down the weeks to days, and now that Grace was at the 30 weeks, it meant that action stations and plans were now put into motion in case she went into labour.

Fingers were subtly crossed that today wouldn’t be the day. 

The press were also excited. Grace was one of the first, if not only idol, to still be an idol while pregnant and not hide it. She hadn’t left the group; she hadn’t hidden it away; she hadn’t hidden away the father. She had been completely open and transparent with everyone, from her company to her fans to the media. 

Many had welcomed the transparency. It had opened the door for many female idols to not feel like they had to hideaway what should be one of the most important journeys they would go on and for companies to be more accepting of their female idols and what they should naturally go through. It also opened the door for Grace to be more open with interviews and to talk more about what life was like behind closed doors, especially now that she was pregnant.

And while many of the press today were here to talk about the big BTS comeback and the big tour, everyone knew the most, if not all, of the questions would be directed to Grace.

Grace took a deep breath and stood from the chair, smoothing down the black dress that had been specially made for her. It was comfortable but formal; the material of the dress weighed down so it wouldn’t blow upwards but was tight enough to show off her 30-week bump. All the boys were dressed in matching black formal shirts and trousers. 

After this week, she would have one more appearance, and then she would be done until after giving birth. It would be hard to say goodbye, even if it was only to say ‘see you later.’

“You ready?” Namjoon asked after he handed back the list of people who would be at the conference today.

“No,” she answered truthfully and got a grin in return. 

She wasn’t sure if it was nerves or her daughter getting comfortable, but Grace let out a deep breath and tried to relax. It wasn’t like she had done this before. 

“What time is lunch?” 

Of course Jungkook would be thinking about his stomach, which broke the tension and made everyone laugh.

“I take it you didn’t eat a big enough breakfast,” Yoongi chuckled but rolled his eyes at their maknae’s behaviour.

“I did, but I know noona gets peckish quickly, and I can’t see any snacks on stage either.”

That made Hobi and Jimin coo at the young man, who blushed and shoved at his hyungs shoulders. 

“Don’t worry, I’ve got it covered.” Seokjin grinned as he opened his blazer to show the inner pockets were stuffed full with snacks for his pregnant partner, who saw one of her favourite yoghurt bars and quickly stole it. 

Taehyung snorted and stole a similar bar from another pocket, ignoring the hit to the arm he got in return. 

“Right, let’s deal with this conference,” Namjoon clapped as he went into leader mode. “We’ve got a full day, and we know every question is going to be directed at Grace, so let’s deflect as much as we can because this is the last week the world is going to see her apart from two weeks time.”

Grace took another deep breath after finishing her bar and put her hand in the middle of the group, Seokjin’s on top of hers, followed by Jungkook. The rest followed naturally and turned to her as she smiled.

“Bang.”

“Tan!”

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(Banished to the long dimension lol)

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The two felines teleported into the mountains northeast of Lavender Town.

Akoya looked around for a moment, before pointing happily. Ah! There! Smiling, Lav followed her mother as she floated over to a crevasse in the cliff wall.

She was startled to find the entry blocked by a green bubble.

As soon as she noticed it, however, it burst.

Sisiiiiiii!!!!

Suddenly she was charged by a tiny, peach-colored pompom.

In her astonishment, Lav did a backwards flip in the air, propelled by the unexpected force. Hahaha ha ha ha ha! Momo! Hey, Lil Sis! She ruffled the little Mew's head, sending them both into a giggling fit.

Sisiii!

Lav looked toward to cave entrance to see Midas crouched there, staying away from the edge but watching her longingly. Persim hovered protectively close, watching his little nephew carefully. Akoya approached the two and scooped Midas up. Lav felt a pang as she realized how big he had gotten. It's a good thing Momo can fly now.

The small collection of Mews gathered into the cave, which was barely big enough to fit their biggest member comfortably.

Before he could say anything, Lav managed to snatch her uncle up in a hug.

Hhgh!?

Sorry, Uncle Perzi. I know you're not really into hugs. But I'm so happy to see you!

I-It's fine! Just this once, for you, Lavvy. His voice was strained as he fought the urge to teleport away.

Soon Lav released him, and noticed Midas looking up at her with big, pleading eyes.

Instead of hugging him, she crouched down and wrapped her tail and arms around him. Hi, Midas. It's good to see you, too!

The little Mew gave her a lick on the cheek, startling Lav and melting her heart. She pulled him into a gentle squeeze, being careful to not overwhelm him.

Beside her, little Rosemary poked her face out of her daddy's pelt. Mee?

Hello, Rosie~! Lav carefully held her finger toward her. The little red Mew dabbed it with her nose before disappearing back into her orange shelter.

Persim flicked his fluff-tipped tail, a concerned frown on his face. Where's Randy?

Akoya settled into a crouch, tucking her arms under he chest. He went for a walk with our unexpected host. Something came up, and he's... having a rough time right now.

Oh...

We thought we'd come check in while he's gone.

We're doing alright. Aren't we, Kiddos?

Momo and Midas stared blankly at him.

...Okay, so the kits have been a bit bored.

Akoya looked at her two Mew children. Midas was contently loafing beside Lav's face, while Momo was pawing a pebble around on the floor.

Her ear flicked thoughtfully. Hmmmm....

What's up, Mom?

Akoya turned to Lav. Maybe we could bring them to Fuji's place?

Persim tilted his head. Fuji? Is that that "host" you mentioned? Is... is it a human?

Lav sat up, earning a protesting Mah! from her brother.

Yes. She ignored Persim's horrified glare. He feels like a good man to me, and we already showed him that we're Mews. So that's one hurdle out of the way.

He takes care of hurt and mistreated Pokemon. So I'm sure he'd have the twins' best interests at heart. He'd love them!

Seeing Perzi's still uncertain face, Akoya went on. I'll talk to Randy about it first, of course. If he doesn't think that's what's best, I'll listen. But I think they'll be safer there than here.

You don't have to come with us, if we do. But I trust Mr. Fuji. I trust we'll all be safe there.

Persim still looked uncertain, but didn't argue. Well, you've met him, and both seem to agree. So who am I to say otherwise? Just... be careful.

We will.

The Mews settled around the cave, just chilling and chatting, or attempting to curb Momo's excitement.

As Lav waggled her finger for the little puffball to to follow and catch, Akoya turned to her.

Lav, has Nico mentioned Mo to you?

Lav thought for a moment, caught off guard by the question. She jolted when Momo bit into her finger. Ouch, gentle mouth, Momo.

Sowwy, Sisi.

Lav smiled and gave Momo an accepting head ruffle before turning to her mom. No, he hasn't. He didn't get to know Mo. He's told me that he remembers seeing his parent Mew float away, and that's all he knows.

Ah. Okay.

Lav didn't say the continuation of her thought; that Nico seemed to feel his parent--Mo-- abandoned him.

She drifted into her own thoughts as Akoya and Persim engaged in their own conversation. Thinking about how her dad was doing. Thinking about how she should go about approaching him.

Thinking about how she should approach Nico.

Lavender?

Lav hopped onto her hands and feet, her eyes wide and pelt standing on end. She scanned the cave wildly.

Lav? You okay, Hon?

The pale Mewtwo shook herself, attempting to flatten her telltale fur. I-I'm fine. Just one of those... falling asleep nightmares, y'know? She turned toward the cave entrance. I'm gonna go get some air.

Lav ignored the doubtful look on her mom's face as she walked out. Once certain that she wasn't followed, she sat down and took a few stabilizing breaths.

When she was calmed down, she carefully reached out, keeping out of her family's mindfields.

Nico?

His response was immediate. Lavender!

Lav smiled. Nico! Jeez, you scared me! It sounded like you were right next to me!

Sorry!

...

You made it to Kanto, didn't you?

Lav struggled to not react to the statement, afraid that one of the Mews would notice.

How did you know?

...

Our connection is stronger...

Lav felt a strange thrill rush through her body.

So you must be closer to me.

Y... You're in Kanto?

Yes...

Lavender took a moment to control her feelings, and the energy they might be giving out.

...We could meet...

We could actually meet. In person.

If...

If my family would be okay with it...

Are they with you?

Yeah... They caught up really quickly... Impressively so, really.

Good.

Lav flicked an ear in annoyance. "Good"?

I'm glad they followed you. I told you from the beginning that coming on your own was risky.

Lav sighed quietly. Yeah, you did. Despite her best efforts, her ears fell back in guilt. And it ended up being for nothing anyway.

What do you mean?

I came alone to keep my family from getting hurt, but my dad's still the one suffering from this...

She stopped to consider how much she should tell him.

I... I don't want to tell you too much right now, okay? I already feel like I betrayed my dad's trust, and I don't want to do it any more. I want to talk some stuff out with him first.

I understand.

You're a sweet girl, Lav. Considering your family's needs.

Be patient, okay? I'm sure we'll meet someday, but I would rather have it be on good terms. With everyone involved.

Lavender smiled. ...Yeah... I agree...

We'll talk later, Nico. I hope we can meet soon...

I hope so too, Lav. Talk to you later.

Akoya floated over to her Mewtwo daughter in the cave entrance. She purred to make herself known, causing Lav to turn her way.

She nuzzled Lav's face before speaking quietly. You were talking to Nico, weren't you?

The 'two's tail flicked. H-How'd you know?

Akoya ignored the words of the question, and decided to focus on the feelings behind them.

You don't need to be shy about connecting with him, Hon. So far we really don't have any reason to say you shouldn't... She thought for a moment. Well, aside from you thinking what you know about him would make your dad more afraid than he already is.

Lavender's ears fell back as the words from her note were spoken to her.

Akoya's face grew serious. ...Lav, tell me the truth. Is there anything your dad and I should be afraid of about Nico?

Lav took a second to form the words. Once she was ready, she looked steadily into her mom's eyes.

As he is now, no. I don't think so.

But as he was...

Akoya raised an eyebrow at the hesitation, urging her to go on.

He was made to be a weapon... and... for a while, he lived it... He killed Pokemon and people...

But he changed. He's not like that anymore. Fuji helped him learn what kindness was, and Jovie helped him practice it.

He regrets what he did in the past.

The blue Mew kept her face even as Lavender spoke to her. Her thoughts tumbled in her mind as the little Mewtwo watched her expectantly.

After a while, Akoya sighed and shook her head lightly. I don't think your dad or I will ever have a clear picture of him until we talk to him ourselves.

All I can do for now is take your word for it, Lav. But if you start keeping vital information from us... We may have to put a stop to you connecting with him.

Lavender gave a solemn nod. I understand, Mom. I promise, I'll bring everything to you guys as soon as I can from now on. And I won't tell Nico anything until I get the okay!

Akoya smiled lightly, though her eyes were still thoughtful. She hovered over and gave Lav a kiss on the forehead.

We don't want to control you, though... We know you're your own person, and can make your own decisions... We just want to make sure you know how to make them safely...

I know, Mom. She gently butted her head against Akoya's with a warm smile of her own. I love you.

I love you too, Lav.

The blue Mew floated back from Lav a little bit.

I'm going to check on your dad. I'll be back soon~

Mom, wait.

She stopped and glanced back.

There's one more thing about Nico, that I just learned...

He's in Kanto.

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I never had them talk about it on screen, but Lav did tell Nico that she was planning on coming by herself.

[shakespeareanwannabe]

As You Wish, Chapter 9

Summary: When arriving at Camp Silver Star, Abby Floyd was anticipating a summer of adventure with an ocean separating her from the three people she loved most: her mom, her Uncle Bob and her Aunt Natasha. But after a run in with Charlie Seresin, an extremely familiar looking and irritating camper in a different cabin, her summer plans take a turn that neither girl ever could have expected.

Trigger Warnings: reader's children are described as being blond with green eyes because genetics are wild and Jake's genes are strong, reader is canonically Bob's sister (but biological relation is never discussed), reader goes by Buttercup and is tattooed, poor military references, references to cancer and chemotherapy, cursing, preteen shenanigans, anxiety

32nd Street Naval Station, 13 years ago

Jake’s gulp was the only movement he made as he lined up amongst the other aviators and sailors, on solid ground again for the first time in six months. It was sweltering hot in San Diego and even the lightweight material of his khaki uniform did nothing to prevent the sweat from dripping down his neck. All he wanted was to get changed into some shorts and a t-shirt and grab a beer at the Hard Deck, knowing he would be reuniting with the other members of Dagger Squad after half a year away.

He, Javy, Bob and Phoenix had been deployed together, thank god, but he was anxious to see everyone else, a thought that would have rocked him back on his heels even a year ago. He still wasn’t known as the greatest team player they had, but he had surprised even himself when he had bonded with the other aviators he was stationed at Top Gun with. Payback’s wife had been expecting when they left, Fanboy’s mom going through chemo, while Rooster was left to run training simulations with Maverick, and Jake wanted to hear about all of it.

Yet, he was left standing in formation as those around him started to disperse, their family members and friends tapping them out. Jake allowed himself a little sigh as he saw people searching left and right for their loved ones. Once upon a time, his parents would have made the journey out to release him from his duties, but they were older and more hesitant to fly now. He knew his grandfather would have made the trip from Texas, but he hadn’t even mentioned it to the man. Jake straightened his shoulders. Hopefully, Javy’s mama had made the trip. Auntie Thea loved Jake almost as much as he loved her, and he knew that she would tap him out if she saw him standing there.

His shoulders almost drooped when Stella, the tattoo artist Javy had been seeing for a few weeks before deployment, approached and nearly tackled his best friend. Shit. There went that plan. Natasha’s sister had already tapped her out, the two of them smiling back at him teasingly as they strolled away, leaving Jake and Bob standing there amongst the other crewmen who hadn’t been found by their loved ones. While it wasn’t necessarily a big deal, and while he knew that Nat would feel like shit and apologize if she found out he was the last one standing there on the tarmac, a heavy weight settled over his heart. There was nothing more disheartening than to realize you had nobody to welcome you home after six months at sea.

“Bobby!”

Jake almost winced. Even shy, quiet Bob Floyd had someone there who cared about him. He watched out of the corner of his eye as the woman—the beautiful woman, too beautiful for Baby On Board Floyd to be able to pull—hugged the WSO tightly, officially releasing him from his duties.

“Hey kiddo,” he heard Bob say softly, hugging the woman gently. “How’ve you been?”

“Excited to have finally finished my masters,” she shrugged. “And looking forward to getting to spend some time with my big brother before diving into the post-grad job search. So, how was it? I know you can’t tell me much, but how was it?”

Bob chuckled softly. “Let’s just say, I’m glad to be home.”

“I’m glad you’re back too,” she replied, giving him a slight nudge as he bent to pick up his gear. “So, what’s the plan for tonight?”

“I think the squad is planning on getting drinks tonight at the Hard Deck,” he offered as he shuffled his bag onto his shoulder. “They’re probably already there. Well, most of them, anyway.”

“Why most of them?” she asked as they slowly started to walk away. “Did some of your other friends get deployed too?”

Bob shook his head as they passed in front of Jake, lowering his voice. “I don’t think so. Some of us are still waiting to get tapped out, though.” Bob shot Jake an apologetic glance, and his friend followed his gaze.

“Is he one of your friends?” she asked quietly. Jake’s eyes strained against the sunlight as he stared dead ahead, trying to look as nonchalant as possible as the tarmac grew more and more empty.

“I guess you could say that,” Bob murmured. “That’s Hangman.”

“Ohhh…” Jake could almost imagine the dawning of realization on the woman’s face as she remembered the less than flattering stories Bob had undoubtedly shared with her. “I’ll be right back.”

Jake blinked as the woman appeared right in front of him, smiling softly. “Do you not have anyone to tap you out, Hangman?” she asked quietly, eyes soft and bright. Jake couldn’t bring himself to look away. “Oh right, you’re not supposed to break formation or talk or anything until you’re tapped out, right?” She placed a warm hand on Jake’s shoulder, and he allowed himself to relax. “There. That’s better.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” he murmured, bending to grab his bag.

Bob stepped closer. “Hangman, this is my sister.”

She rolled her eyes and offered him her hand, stating her name with a smile. “I’m pretty sure introducing me as his sister was supposed to be some sort of warning for you not to mess with me,” she whispered slyly to him, sticking her tongue out at her brother as he sighed.

“I would never, ma’am,” he smirked over at Bob and lowered his head over her hand, kissing the warm, silky skin softly.

“I already regret everything,” Bob muttered as the three started walking towards the parking lot.

She grinned at him, and Jake felt something inside himself stir. It wasn’t often that the mere sight of a pretty smile gave him that feeling in his chest, but something about Bob Floyd’s sister smiling at him made his heart feel like he had just run back-to-back marathons.

“So, Hangman, do you have a ride to this Hard Deck place?” she asked as they approached a rental convertible.

He found himself smiling back at her. Not his signature smirk or his flirty grin, but an actual Seresin Smile. “No, ma’am, I don’t. And please, call me Jake.”

“Jake…” the sound of his name on her lips made something in his brain short out, and he found himself wanting to get to know everything he could about this woman beside him.

The dopey smile on his face must have given him away because Bob groaned again. “I really regret everything.”

Hotel Zaza, Downtown Austin, Texas, Now

The days after their Zoom call had been hectic, to say the least. Bob had been able to coordinate flights that would put them in Austin Friday night, so they could be ready for their meeting on Saturday afternoon. Rooster had kept in contact with Natasha and given her the name of the hotel that Savannah had insisted they stay at, because it was her number one choice for a wedding venue. Buttercup’s agent had been able to get them adjoining rooms in the hotel, pulling the ‘fairly famous and well-off author’ card when the hotel had balked at the last-minute reservation.

Charlie was immensely grateful for her aunt and uncle organizing their trip, because she had spent the days between the call and the flight getting to know her mother, as Charlie this time, not as Abby. It was even more wonderful than getting to know her the first time, and she felt a bit silly about her fears that her mother wouldn’t love her if she wasn’t Abby. If anything, Buttercup’s adoration for her had only grown once Charlie had started acting more like herself. They had spent the whole flight to Texas chatting and giggling, watching old movies and sharing stories about their lives. By the time they disembarked in Texas, Charlie felt even closer to her mother than she had before.

Now, however, she was seeing a brand-new side to her mother, one that she wasn’t even sure Abby had seen before.

Buttercup’s hands were folded tightly under her chin as she surveyed the contents of her suitcase, her weight was shifting back and forth, and her breath was coming in short gasps.

“I-I don’t see why it matters what I wear, Nat,” she murmured, her wide eyes scanning over the clothes that had been neatly tucked into her rose gold case. “It’s just my ex-husband, his new fiancée, and my daughter.”

“Because it’s your ex-husband,” Nat replied with an eye roll. “Pull a Princess Di and revenge dress the shit out of him!”

“Language,” Buttercup murmured, though there was no real heat behind the warning. “It doesn’t matter anyway, Nat.”

“Then why’re you shaking in your boots?”

Buttercup backed up and slumped into one of the armchairs in the suite. The room was sheer opulence, large and clean and beautiful in a way that Charlie had never seen before. She had to hand it to her, Savannah sure knew how to pick her potential venues.

“Because I haven’t seen him for over a decade and he stopped answering my calls about the custody arrangement and now he’s getting married to someone who is arguably way too young for him and here I am, still single and unable to recognize that our daughters swapped places!”

Natasha sighed, but Charlie stepped in front of her mother before her aunt could say anything. “It’s going to be okay, mom,” she said. “Abby and I will be there, and so will Uncle Bob and Auntie Nat, and Uncle Roo and Uncle Javy.”

Buttercup chuckled tearily. “Look at you, Charlie. Talking me down.” She sniffled. “I’m sorry, honey. I need to pull myself together. You don’t need to be parenting me.”

Charlie giggled. “I’m not. I’m just telling you what you told me when I was freaking out about the lecture I’m probably gonna get from Dad.”

Buttercup giggled and pulled Charlie into a hug. “I love you, baby.”

“I love you too, mom,” Charlie pulled away. “Why don’t you pick something that makes you feel good to wear? That way you feel confident when you see dad again?”

Buttercup grinned. “I like the way you think, honey.”

Standing up, Buttercup moved to her suitcase and dug around, eventually pulling out a lacy green dress with a gold chain belt.

“I wore this to my first book signing,” Buttercup grinned. “Forest Windows won a Women’s Prize for Fiction that year, and I’ve considered it my lucky dress ever since.”

“I think it’s perfect,” Charlie smiled.

Nat grinned. “It’s no LBD, but you look hot in it, and that’s all that matters.”

Buttercup rolled her eyes and stepped into the bathroom. “Thanks, Nat. I’m going to shower and get dressed. Did your father text you to say that he had arrived yet?”

Charlie shook her head. “No…he didn’t. I’ll check in with Abby and see what their ETA is.”

“Sounds good,” Buttercup smiled, the tug of her lips still strained but not as stressed. “I’ll be out in a bit.”

Once the door had clicked shut and they could hear the water running, Natasha turned on her.

“Your dad still has no idea, right?”

Charlie nodded quickly. “Abby, Javy, and Rooster have kept him and Savannah in the dark. Dad still thinks he’s with me, and he has no idea that we’re waiting for him here.”

Natasha nodded grimly. “Your mom’s gonna be in there for a bit, hyping herself up. What’s Abby’s ETA?”

“They’re five minutes out,” Charlie confirmed, checking her phone again to check Abby’s shared location.

“Okay. You go down and meet up with Abby, away from where your dad can see you, okay?”

Charlie rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I know, Auntie Nat. That was my part of the plan.”

Natasha playfully shuddered. “You’ve got so much of Hangman’s attitude in you, it’s spooky sometimes. I’ll go let your uncle know to keep your mom occupied in the room until we give him the signal, then I’ll head down and be ready to run interference if I have to. Ready?”

Charlie’s heart leapt. “Ready.”

“…and then we have a meeting with the florist at 4 pm, and they’re a high-class place, so no mucky cowboy boots and jeans, okay, Jakey?”

Abby held back her gag as Savannah droned on about her wedding itinerary. She had been talking about it since they left the ranch over 3 hours ago. What should have been a 2-hour drive at most had stretched on because Savannah had to keep getting out and taking pictures to ‘document the experience’, and each time, Abby had to control her eye roll. It wasn’t worth it, and, besides, there were three things keeping her Zen.

1. She’d promised her dad that she would try to be accepting of Savannah. As upset as she and Charlie were about how he had handled things, and as much as Savannah turned her stomach, she wanted her dad to be happy, so she had agreed to grin and bear it for the duration of the visit.

2. Rooster and Javy were there, and while Rooster might have fallen asleep within minutes of hitting the road, Javy was awake and keeping her entertained with dramatic eye rolls and faux gagging every time Savannah opened her mouth. She wasn’t sure if her father had caught on to their antics or not, but Abby was sure having a good time.

And, most importantly, 3. Her family was waiting for them at the hotel. She would finally get to hug her mother and tease her aunt and uncle about all the stories Javy and Rooster had filled her in on.

Jake sighed and pulled into the parking lot of the hotel. “Yes, Savannah. I promise I will be dressed appropriately.”

“Thank you, sugar,” Savannah flounced and exited the car, leaving her two suitcases for her fiancé to unload.

“Dude, I—”

“I know what you’re about to say, Coyote, but don’t. Okay? Just…don’t start.”

Rooster yawned and sat up. “Sure, Hangman. Whatever you say. C’mon, kid. Let’s let your dad and Javy deal with the suitcases while we go check out the pool.”

“Is that okay, dad?”

Jake smiled tiredly and waved his hand at them. “Yeah, you two go have fun. I’ll catch you for dinner, which we are having with Savannah’s parents, okay?”

Abby smiled through her held back groan. “You got it, dad. See you in a bit!”

Grabbing Rooster’s hand, Abby practically dragged him through the lobby and into the elevator.

“Abby says they’re in room 513,” she said excitedly, and watched as her uncle jabbed the round elevator button with an elegant 5 painted on it.

“Are you sure Javy will be able to keep it together?” he asked her as the glass elevator sped upwards. “Dude’s been acting jumpy since we left.”

“He wouldn’t dare tell dad anything! He was trained just the same as you were, Uncle Roo. I’m sure he can keep it together for a little longer.”

The elevator came to a rest on the fifth floor and Abby practically sprinted through the slowly opening doors, hanging a right and skidding to a stop at room 513.

“Here goes!” Abby chirped as she knocked on the door. Her heart leapt as the door creaked open, revealing Bob, his phone pressed to his ear.

He smiled brightly when he saw her, and held up a long finger. “Yeah…yeah, I’ll call you back when I can, okay? Okay…me too. Bye.” He tapped the red button and crouched, Abby falling into his arms. “Hey kiddo.”

Abby’s chest expanded as she clutched her uncle. “Uncle Bob, I missed you so much!”

“I missed you too, kiddo.”

He stood, Abby still hanging onto his neck as he nodded over her shoulder at Rooster.

“Bradshaw.”

Rooster nodded back. “How’s it going, Bob? Where’s Nat and Charlie?”

“Downstairs, keeping a lookout for you.”

Rooster nodded as Bob finally put Abby down and reached out to shake his hand.

“We must’ve just missed ‘em,” Rooster mused, watching Abby as she ducked around Bob to glance around the room.

“Where’s Mum?”

“She’s in the adjoining room, kiddo. She might be having a bit of a panic attack right now, but I’m sure the sight of you will calm her down.”

Abby grinned up at the two men and bolted over to the door, tearing it open with a loud call of “Mum! It’s me!”

Bob chuckled as Rooster shook his head. “And I thought Charlie was high energy.”

Bob nodded as he pocketed his phone. “She is. I guess they both are.”

Rooster nodded and leaned back against the closed door, a heavy silence weighing over the two men. Once upon a time, they had been friends, allies, partners. Now, they were little more than strangers, two people roped into a scheme by two preteens.

“So, Nat’s downstairs?”

Bob nodded. “She and Charlie are trying to find a way to separate Hangman from this fiancée of his. Is she really as bad as Abby is making it out to be?”

Rooster shuddered. “Remember all the girls who would hang around the Hard Deck and try to flirt with anyone in a uniform?”

Bob nodded gravely, his skin crawling at the memory. “I do.”

“Savannah is about twenty times worse than that. Javy can’t stand her either.”

Bob blinked. “Is Javy downstairs too?”

Rooster nodded. “Yeah, why?”

“Do you think it’s a good idea to have him and Nat bump into each other downstairs?”

Rooster’s eyes widened, but, before he could speak, Abby raced back into the room. “Uncle Bob, Mum’s not in there.”

Bob blinked again. “Are you sure?”

Abby rolled her eyes. “Of course I’m sure, Uncle Bob.”

Bob’s cellphone was back in his hand, pressed to his ear after a quick dial. “Yeah, it’s me. Where are you? I thought you were still getting ready?...Really? Buttercup—” Bob pulled the phone away from his ear and stared at it. “She hung up on me.”

“What did she say?”

“She went to go get a steamer from the lobby for her dress. She didn’t want to wear something wrinkled.”

“And she couldn’t have gotten someone to deliver it to the room?”

Bob shrugged at Rooster’s question. “She probably needed some air.”

It was Abby’s turn to dig her phone out of her pocket and dial. “Charlie? Yes, we’re here with Uncle Bob, but Mum is heading down to the lobby right now! You and Auntie Nat need to run interference!”

A/N: Oooh, a cliffhanger! Maybe I'll be able to get the next chapter done in one week instead of two. Keep your fingers crossed for me!

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[kaybug88]

Matt Sturniolo x Wife! Reader

December 1st:  “You ate Santa's cookies, the kids are going to be so upset.”

TW: Matt being a big back, swearing  Wc: 3.2k

Requested: Nope!

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The Night had been so fun, but so unbelievably messy. Flour is now everywhere in the kitchen, frosting managed to get on the plastic covered counters, food coloring scattered around and. . . the rolling pin is nowhere to be found. Lovely.

Besides all of the mess, the cookies were Incredibly fun to make. It's nearly Christmas, and using an old recipe in your family, you just finished making too many Christmas cookies from scratch with the help of your six-year old daughter Delilah, and loving husband, Matt. She's a perfect representation of Matt, it's almost scary. She's got the same soft brown hair and gorgeous blue eyes.

You look over to your husband, normally neat and fluffy hair now a mess with flour peppered around in his brown hair. His eyes pinched and brows furrowed with concentration, the tip of his tongue poking between his lips as he adds the finishing touches to his Rudolph sugar cookie.

“That's quite the masterpiece you've got there.”

You chuckle as you pick up a piece of garbage here and there, and pick up the cookie cutters, placing them in a big metal bowl in the sink before walking towards the garbage to throw away the scrap pieces of trash. A beat of silence passes while you continue to pick up around the kitchen, and finally, your husband finishes his cookie In the process.

“Done! I'm finally done.”

He exclaims, jumping up in excitement. His eyes gleaming with pride as he places his special cookie on its own little Christmas themed paper plate. 

"Holy shit dude, calm your tits, it's just a cookie."

Chris says from the couch, looking over at Matt with an annoyed eye roll.

"Shut up, you're just mad you can't make a cookie as good as this."

Matt challenges, sticking his tongue out at his brother, not hearing the grumbles coming from Chris. You hold in a snort at the banter between the brothers and look at the cookie.

“Wow, that's actually really good.”

You compliment with a chuckle, picking the little plate up and admiring the cookie. He had clearly spent a lot of time on his so called 'masterpiece', and it truly does look very nice. Glancing at your phone, you let out a little yawn, the clock displaying ‘10:28 PM’. 

“It's getting late, wanna help me pick up?”

You ask, throwing away the last of the garbage while walking towards the sink to start washing the cookie cutters.

“Of course, Love.”

Matt says with a smile as he gets up from his seat. Walking towards the sink where you stand in the middle of washing dishes, he wraps his arms around your center from behind you, resting his head on your shoulder, the proceeding to nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck, his stubble stealing giggles out of you.

“What?”

He asks, pressing a kiss to your chin and swaying you two back and forth, preventing you from doing dishes.

“Your stubble tickles.”

You admit before laughter breaks free from your lips when he proceeds to nuzzle his face into your neck, just to hear that laughter. You can't stop the sweet laughter from leaving you until he stops. 

“Alright, alright, let's get these dishes done.”

He chuckles as he pulls away from you, leaving the places he held cold without his presence. He settles next to you, slightly pushing you to the right with his hip. You both let out a light laugh at the action before falling into a comfortable silence with running sink water and cleaning cookie cutters the only things that fill the empty air.

“She fell asleep really easily. You sure she's a lot at bed time?”

Nick questions with clear suspicion, walking downstairs from Delilah's room. For some odd reason, she always was super easy and gentle for uncle Nick, and 'always' is no exaggeration. She might fight when it comes to bed time with you or Matt, but god forbid she fight uncle Nick. Doesn't want to put her dishes in the sink when mom or dad asks, but instantly does it when Nick tells her to. Seriously, he's gotta' be some kind of kid-whisperer.

“Yeah, the first and last time I put her to bed, she was not having it.”

Chris scoffed from the couch, clearly frustrated that Nick was the favored uncle. A smug grin immediately took place on Nick's face as he walked towards you two.

“I promise she can be a lot at times.”

Matt sighs as he hands you a bell shaped cookie cutter, you take it from his hand and dry it, and place it in a big Tupperware you keep your cutters in afterwards. everything fell into a comfortable silence afterwards with Nick sitting beside Chris, and you finishing dishes With Matt.

The only soft sounds that are between you and Matt are the soft breaths leaving each of you, with the occasional yawn, and the final sounds of washing dishes. It was peaceful in all reality, but now, you could use some quiet time to wind down from the eventful evening.

“Tired?”

Matt questions quietly after your sixth yawn since starting dishes. You were simply drying off your hands while you give him a small yawn, clarifying your need to sleep.

“How about you go take a nice, long bath with hot cocoa while I chill with Nick and Chris?”

Matt suggests after drying his own hands and placing them on your waist. His lips are turned into a soft smile with his blue eyes shining with affection.

“That sounds lovely, thank you.”

You say, leaning your head up to press your lips to his own. You feel him smile against the kiss when you wrap your arms around your neck.

“Would you two get a room?”

Chris groans From the couch after looking over to you guys. Matt pulls away with a groan as he goes to prepare your hot cocoa, leaving you a blushing mess. You shake your head and let out a light chuckle to yourself as you go sit down at your counter, a smitten look on your face as you watch your husband prepare your sweet drink and separate a few of only the best looking cookies (besides his Rudolph, of course.) for you.

You get so lost in watching your husband do his work to the point where you don't even realize he's done with your sweet treats.

“Go enjoy a hot bath.”

He insists, handing you a small plate with three cookies and an insulated cup with ‘1# Hot Mama’ on it. The mother's day memory of when you got the goofy mug makes you smile to yourself. He presses A long kiss to your forehead before ushering you up the stairs.

You walk up the stairs without complaining, and immediately head for the bathroom in your guys’ shared room for some ‘you’ time. You nudge open the white bedroom door and make your way towards the bathroom. Setting your sweet treats down, you turn to open the closet and select a peppermint scented bath bomb, perfect for the mood you want. 

You set the bathbomb down on the cool counter and begin to run your bath, the water slowly getting warmer as it runs over your fingers. Once the temperature is to your liking, you stand up and dry your hand; the idea of lighting candles to set a nice, comfy mood comes to mind. 

Humming a holiday tune, you look over the selection of candles you've received over the years; mostly consisting of Bath and Bodyworks products. Picking up four winter candles, you choose Sweater Weather which is Sage and juniper Berry, Fresh Balsam, which smells of balsam and fir, Vanilla Bean Noel, which smells of exactly as you think would; vanilla, and finally, Tis’ the Season, which is cedar wood, red apple and cinnamon.

When You can't find a lighter, you let out a soft, annoyed groan. You check the Water height in the bath you make the choice to quickly run downstairs to find the lighter.

“Hey baby!”

You call to Matt, hearing him greet you while making your way to the kitchen. Once you get into the kitchen, immediately heading towards the junk drawer, and open it to find your trusty, little blue lighter. Letting out a breath you didn't even know you were holding, you turn to jog back up to your bathroom, but notice quite a bit of the Christmas cookies missing.

“Hey, make sure you save cookies for tomorrow night! We need cookies for Santa.”

You say, giving him a mom look before going back to your bathroom, happy to find the water at the perfect height. Placing the lighter on the counter, you turn off the water and begin to light candles, giving a pleasant atmosphere.

Taking a deep breath, which is followed by a sigh, you shut off the big lights above your mirror, leaving a soft warm atmosphere for you to enjoy. You smile softly to yourself as your eyes flutter shut, absorbing the calm atmosphere for just a bit before taking wooden bath tray and placing it on the cool material of your tub.

Next, you take your phone, Hot Mama cup, cookies and bathroom, placing them on the tray. Afterwards, you carefully undress, your clothes pooling beneath you. Letting out a soft breath, you step into the perfectly warm water; sinking below the small ripples caused from your movement, leaving just your head and arms above the tub.

Resting your head back, you pick up the bathbomb and unwrap the dusty rose pink ball. You carefully place it in the water, your ears picking up the slight fizzing noises. The need for music come up once the frizzing dies down, so as one does, you play your chill Lofi playlist. The soft beats fill the homey ambience, your body instantly relaxing.

Your bath was spent soaking in the pink hued water, with winter smelling air, enjoying your sweet treats and calming music playing; accompanied with a bit of scrolling on your phone. Your cue to get out of the bath is when you hear Matt saying his goodbyes to Chris and Nick. 

Sighing, you move the wooden tray a bit and carefully step out of the now luke-warm water. The water from your body drips onto the bath mat below you while you stretch your back with a groan. You reach to your right, your large Grey towel on one of the three hooks on the wall. Once dry, you put the towel back on the hook and put your fluffy white robe on, snuggling into the comforting fabric. You blow the candles out after turning the lights on and step out of the bathroom and onto the soft carpet of your bedroom.

You quickly turn back around to grab your phone before going through Matt's hoodies and choosing on what one to steal tonight. You end up deciding on a plain black hoodie and a pair of your sweatpants, throwing them on the bed as scroll some more on your phone.

Eventually when you've had enough scrolling, you get into your pajamas, hanging your robe back in its respectful place soon after. Stepping into the hall that leads downstairs, you're welcomed to the sight of your husband sitting on the couch, munching on more cookies. Hearing your footsteps, he looks up to you, giving you an idiotic grin. Placing his phone down, he practically skips up the stairs, just to see you, his beautiful wife. 

“Those cookies are really good, what'd you do different this year, hmm?”

He asks, placing his arms around your waist and rocking you two side to side.

“I don't think I'll tell.”

You giggle, placing your own arms around his neck. You notice a small bit of blue frosting on his nose, and giggle a little more at the sight.

“I can tell you really like those cookies, because you've got a lil’ somethin’ right here.”

You say pointing towards the tip of his nose, where he takes his thumb and wipes the frosting off, sticking his thumb between his Lips right after.

“Gross!”

You laugh as you try and push him away as he pleads in a joking manner for you to stay. 

“How many of those cookies have you eaten?”

You question after you both get your giggles out.

“Uhm, not many, I'm sure.”

He says, shrugging his shoulders. His eyes tell you that he's clearly not telling the full truth, getting an unconvincing hum from you.

“You better have left some for Santa.”

You say, playfully flicking his forehead as you walk back downstairs with Matt, and are shocked to see only about ten cookies left.

“Matt!”

You exclaim as you go to count the remaining cookies, including his Rudolph cookie, still isolated from the rest.

“What?”

He drags out and comes to stand next to you, seeing what you must be so upset about.

“Yikes, sorry.”

He apologizes, scratching the back of his neck and turning his blue eyes from the cookies to you.

“No more cookies, the rest are for Santa and Delilah.”

You scold, lightly flicking his forehead, getting a flick in return. You scoff at his actions and walk back upstairs to pick up the bathroom. Once you've arrived, you get to work. Putting lids back on candles and putting them away, taking your Hot Mama cup and empty plate of cookies downstairs, and finally putting the bath tray back in its rightful spot. Now that everything was in their correct spots and in order, you realized how truly tired you were.

“Tired, Princess?”

Matt asks from behind you, resting his head on your shoulder, arms wrapped around your middle.

“Yeah, I am.”

You yawned, feeling his chin rest against your shoulder. You close your eyes and lean back into his hold, content radiating off you.

“You go to bed, and I'll join you in a sec, does that sound alright?”

Matt asks, pressing a soft, gentle kiss against your neck, a smile taking over your lips.

“Okay, I love you.”

You mumble to Matt, eyes carefully closed with lashes resting perfectly in place.

“Alright, go to sleep. I love you too.”

He says softly, pressing a few more kisses to your face before letting go of you and off to do his own thing while you get in bed.

Eventually, you get yourself into bed, phone plugged in next to you with your teeth brushed and skin care routine finished. You let your eyes close with exhaustion taking over. 

The next morning, you wake Up to Matt big spooning you. A smile creeps up on your lips when you notice how comfy he was cuddled up next to you. The morning sunlight shines through the gap in your 

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curtains, making you squint your eyes. You carefully move Matt's arms from around you as you get out of bed; wincing slightly when the bed creaks.

Once you're sure Matt hasn't woken up, you tiptoe out the room, wincing when you feel like you were too loud. Upon reaching your guys’ door, you cautiously retreat from your room, quietly and quickly closing the door behind you. 

Letting out a breath that you didn't know you were holding, you begin walking down the wooden staircase, and towards the kitchen. You're greeted with a cleaner kitchen than you left it last night. How sweet of Matt. The cookies are nowhere to be found, but a white bowl with a pink lid is set aside; figuring the cookies are in there (and Matt left them alone after you said to), you ignore it.

You open the fridge and scan for worthy breakfast ingredients. Sure, you have two dozen eggs, and some vegetables, but what can you make with that?

Omelettes of course. Duh.

So, you get to work. You grab with a fork, spinach, mushrooms, red and orange bell peppers, red and white onions, seasonings, bacon, minced garlic, cheese, hashbrowns and finally, the eggs. You take a look at your ingredients and let out a huff, this would be a lot of work, but, you're a hard worker. First step is to grab the rest of the necessary dishes, including a cutting board, a knie, a pan, medium sized bowls, a spatula and a knife.

You start going at it. You chop the veggies first and start lightly cooking them over a low heat, and while that's going, you chop bacon. You're doing this for a while, going back and forth between the veggies and meat, all while preparing your eggs, mixing in seasonings and whisking. Then when the meat and veggies are done, they're mixed in with eggs. By the time you're almost done, your little girl comes down the stairs, her hair in every direction and little fists curled up as she rubs her eyes. 

“Good Morning, Sweet Pea.”

You call to your daughter as you begin to cook the final omelette. Flip the eggs and walk over to your daughter, who's walking into the kitchen to see what'd for breakfast.

“Mornin’ momma. What's for breakfast?’

She asks after struggling a little to get into the barstool, and finally succeeding. 

“Omelettes, speaking of which, go wake your Dad for me, yeah? Thanks, Sweet Pea!”

You say, pressing a kiss to her right cheek before beginning to put away what you can. 

“Okay, Momma!”

Delilah chirps, skipping up towards your guys' bedroom. Chuckling to yourself, you roll Your eyes as you finish putting away extra veggies and throwing away trash. You glance over to the omlette and take it off, placing it with the others under the tin-foil. As you begin doing the dishes, Delilah comes skipping back downstairs.

“He said he'll be down in a bit.”

She answers, swinging her little legs back and forth.

“Perfect, Sweet Pea! Thank you.”

You say, pressing a kiss to her head of brown Hair, smiling when she lets out little giggles. You look up to the staircase seeing Matt walking down, fingers running through his own hair.

“Made you breakfast, Love.”

You say pleasantly, passing a plate with an omelette towards Matt once he gets downstairs, a ketchup heart next to the eggs. You hand Delilah her own while Matt comes his way around the counter, pressing a kiss to your head and hugging you.

“Thank you, baby.”

He says before going to his seat, smiling at the ketchup heart. Once you start eating your own omelette, you have to hold back a groan from the explosion of all your favorite flavors seemingly exploding on your tongue.

“This is real’ good, Momma, thank you!”

Delilah chirps from her seat as she finishes her little omelette. Matt smiles as she rushes to rinse her blue plastic plate off before coming to her seat.

“Momma, what if Santa gets lost coming to the house tonight?”

Delilah says, clearly very concerned about Santa's sense of navigation. Matt hides a chuckle while you bite the inside of your cheek to hold your own chuckle.

“I promise he won't get lost, he's been doing his job for a very long time and he takes it very seriously.”

You reassure after keeping yourself in check.

“But Momma! What if he doesn't like his cookies we made for him? I made the Santa hat just for him!”

You smile at her efforts to make sure Santa would be comfortable and safe getting to your house. After reassuring her once more, she's finally content to hop off her seat and rush off to play. Since she mentioned the cookies, you decide to check just how many are le-

“Matt Sturniolo.”

You say after lifting the pink lid to the large bowl. What you're greeted with is half of a Santa hat. Lovely. 

“I'm sorry! I wasn't paying attention to how many I-”

He tries before getting interrupted.

“You ate Santa's cookies, Delilah is going to be so upset.”

You say going to put the lid back, and clean up your breakfast plate. Shaking your head slightly and biting back a smile, you can't help but try and come up with reasons Santa’s cookies are missing for Delilah.

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A/N: So! What do we think? I know that the ending is disappointing (at least it is to me🥲) 

Tbh, the end was a little rushed because at the time of writing this I was super sick, overwhelmed w/ stuff, and I had to get through 13 other fics  ;v;

[akariarda]

Playtime

Wu takes care of little Lloyd

Request from ao3!

"Another thing, Wu," Garmadon interrupted from the door. "Make sure to read him a story before bed."

"I will," Wu agreed. "As always..."

"And don't forget..." Garmadon interjected again for who knows how many times.

"Okay, Garm," Misako sighed and pulled him by the hand. "You've said it a thousand times and he's been with you many times. Let's go!"

"And don't forget..." Garmadon called from the hallway, but Wu didn't manage to hear the rest.

"Here he is," Wu closed the door and looked at little Lloyd watching his parents leave.

"Where did mommy and daddy go?" Lloyd curiously asked. "

They had something to do," Wu said and sat him in a chair. "So it's just the two of us tonight."

"It will be fun!" Lloyd enthusiastically raised his arms.

"Of course," Wu smiled. He was happy that his nephew was so excited and he was excited too.

"Do you want to play with me and my dragons and ninjas?"

"As always," Wu smiled and put his dinner on a plate.

"I love your pasta!" Lloyd smiled and picked up his fork. "It's much better than the one daddy makes."

"Is that so?" Wu laughed.

He and his brother always competed to see who cooked better pasta. Of course, Garmadon refused to admit that Wu did it better.

"Just don't tell dad," he said, pulling a chair next to Lloyd. "Do you want me to feed you?"

"No, I'm big!" Lloyd pouted.

"Okay then," Wu kissed him on the forehead.

He took his bottle and started putting something inside.

"What are you doing?" Lloyd tried to guess what his uncle was mixing.

"I'm making tea for you."

"Gross!" Lloyd shouted, and Wu turned to look at him seriously.

"You must not say 'gross' to food or drink," he warned him.

"That's what mommy always tells me!" Lloyd crossed his arms in anger.

"She's right," Wu nodded his head. "Listen to mom."

"What about daddy?"

"Listen to dad too." Wu took a while to respond.

"But still, a little, just a tiny bit more, listen to mom."

~~~~~~

"Look Uncle Wu!" Lloyd showed Wu as they played. "I'm a big dragon now, Raaar!!"

"Did you know that you really are part dragon?" Wu asked him and gently tapped him on the nose.

"Don't be silly!" Lloyd laughed at Wu. "It's not possible."

"Yes," Wu added. "Because your father is half dragon."

"Really!" Lloyd's eyes widened.

Wu knew that Misako and Garmadon didn't want to tell Lloyd about his heritage yet, but he just couldn't help it.

"Yes, and your uncle is also half dragon."

"So cool!" Lloyd jumped up and started jumping around the room. "We're real dragons!"

"Lloyd," Wu called him to come to him. "Will you do your uncle Wu a favor?"

Lloyd nodded, solemnly serious.

"Don't tell anyone what we've been talking about." He gently pressed his finger to his lips. "Let's keep that our little secret."

"Okay!" Lloyd said quietly and excitedly.

"Now let's go play!! I'll be a ninja!" Wu said and took a figurine. "Let's team up and save the world from evil!"

"Let's go! Raaar!" Lloyd ran around.

Wu was always happy that he could easily join in children's games with his little nephew.After all, games are the guiding principle of life, right?

Especially when they have something to do with reality.

~~~~~~

"Now that we've brushed our teeth, it's time for a story!" Wu said as he and Lloyd came out of the bathroom.

"Can you read to me in the living room?" Lloyd asked Wu with big eyes.

"I can," Wu said and sat on the couch.He allowed Lloyd to sit in his lap, as they usually did.

Once they were settled, Wu began the story.

"You know that according to legend, one day a ninja will come who will be stronger than all ninjas..."

"Will I be that ninja?" Lloyd excitedly asked.

"Who knows? Maybe?" Wu said jokingly. Just to cheer up his nephew a little. "That ninja will be a green ninja!"

"My favorite color is green!" Lloyd exclaimed. "What will that ninja do?"

"He will free the world from the greatest evil!"

"So cool!" Lloyd said. "Tell me more about the green ninja!"

"Maybe it's better not to," Wu's face darkened.

"Why not? You said that maybe I'll be that ninja?" Lloyd was puzzled.

"These are just legends, Lloyd," Wu tried to get out of the conversation he didn't want.He didn't want to lie to the child.

"But I'm sure that you, my little nephew, will one day be a great man."

"And a ninja," Lloyd whispered as he drifted off to sleep.

"Uncle Wu?" Lloyd said after Wu thought he was already asleep.

"Yes?" Wu yawned.

"Mommy and daddy have really interesting stories. But yours are my favorite! You somehow completely understand what interests me!"

"I'm glad to hear that," Wu smiled and gently stroked his hair as he fell asleep.

~~~~~~

"Look at them!" Garmadon said to Misako when they entered the house.

Misako laughed when she saw Wu sleeping with a sleeping Lloyd in his lap.

"So cute. Take a picture of them," Misako said. "So we can show them later."

"When I see them together, I don't have the heart to wake them up," Garmadon thoughtfully said.

"I know, me too," Misako added and turned to look at the mess of toys around them. "They really are just like children!"

"Wu will always be young at heart," Garmadon added with a smile. "That's why he understands kids the best."

[callsigns-haze]

Short love: Chp 4

Just a little skip

Summary: The is about widowed father Bradley Bradshaw who enlists his brother-in-law Jake Seresin and childhood best friend Robert Floyd to help raise his three daughters, eldest Donna Jo Margaret (D.J for short), middle child Stephanie and youngest Michelle in his San Diego home. 

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Warning: Fluff, flirting

As Saturday morning dawned, Y/n and Jake found themselves nestled together on the couch, wrapped up in each other's warmth as they savored the quiet moments of the morning. The soft light filtering through the curtains cast a warm glow over the room, creating a sense of coziness and contentment that enveloped them like a warm embrace.

With a contented sigh, Y/n snuggled closer to Jake, resting her head against his chest as she listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. It had been a month since their first date, and in that time, their bond had only grown stronger, deepening with each passing day.

As they sat together in comfortable silence, lost in their own thoughts, the sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway, signaling the arrival of DJ and Stephanie. Before they knew it, the two girls came charging into the room, their laughter filling the air as they launched themselves onto the couch with reckless abandon.

"Morning, Aunt Y/n! Morning, Uncle Jake!" DJ exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she settled herself next to Y/n.

Stephanie followed suit, giggling as she climbed onto Jake's lap, her tiny hands reaching out to playfully tug at his hair. "Morning, guys! What are we doing today?" she asked, her voice filled with excitement.

Y/n and Jake exchanged amused glances, their hearts full as they looked upon the two girls who had become such an integral part of their lives. With a smile, Y/n wrapped her arms around DJ, pulling her close in a tight hug.

"Well, first things first, how about some breakfast?" Y/n suggested, her voice filled with warmth.

Jake nodded in agreement, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he reached out to tickle Stephanie, eliciting a chorus of giggles from the little girl. "Sounds like a plan," he replied, his tone playful.

And as they settled in for a morning filled with laughter and love, Y/n couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment, for the chance to share in the joy and excitement of being together with Jake and the girls.

As Y/n, Jake, DJ, and Stephanie enjoyed their Saturday morning together on the couch, they were joined by Bob, who descended the stairs with Michelle cradled in his arms. Bob's face was alight with excitement, his eyes sparkling with anticipation as he greeted the group.

"Morning, everyone!" Bob exclaimed, his voice filled with enthusiasm as he made his way into the living room.

"Morning, Uncle Bob!" DJ and Stephanie chimed in unison, their faces lighting up at the sight of their uncle.

Y/n and Jake exchanged knowing smiles as they welcomed Bob into their midst, knowing that he had something special planned for the day. It wasn't every day that Bob had a big show, and they were eager to hear what he had in store.

"Hey, Bob! What's got you so excited this morning?" Jake asked, his curiosity piqued as he leaned forward to listen.

Bob grinned from ear to ear, his excitement palpable as he bounced Michelle gently in his arms. "I've got my big comedy show tonight, and I've been practicing my jokes all morning!" he exclaimed, his voice tinged with excitement.

Y/n and Jake exchanged amused glances, knowing that Bob's comedy shows were always a hit with the audience. His quick wit and infectious humor never failed to bring a smile to their faces, and they had no doubt that tonight would be no exception.

"That's great, Bob! We'll be cheering you on from the audience," Y/n said, her voice filled with encouragement as she reached out to ruffle Bob's hair affectionately.

"Thanks, Y/n! I appreciate it," Bob replied, his grin widening at her words.

And as they settled in for the morning, Bob regaled them with a few of his favorite jokes, his infectious laughter filling the room as they all joined in. With each joke and punchline, the anticipation for Bob's big show grew, and they couldn't wait to see him take the stage and bring joy to everyone around him.

With a mischievous grin, Jake reached out to take Michelle from Bob's arms, a twinkle of excitement dancing in his eyes. "Let me give it a try," he said, his voice filled with playful determination.

Bob chuckled, handing Michelle over to Jake with a knowing smile. "Be careful, Uncle Jake. She's a wriggler," he warned, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

Undeterred, Jake cradled Michelle in his arms, his heart swelling with affection as he looked down at her tiny face. With a flicker of mischief, he lifted her high into the air, eliciting a chorus of delighted squeals from the baby.

"Whoa, look at you, little daredevil!" Jake exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement as he playfully tossed Michelle into the air, catching her with expert precision.

Michelle's laughter filled the room, her chubby cheeks flushed with joy as she reveled in the exhilarating game. With each toss and catch, her giggles grew louder, filling the room with the sweet sound of her happiness.

Not content with just tossing her in the air, Jake leaned in close, blowing raspberries on Michelle's tummy, eliciting even more laughter from the baby. Her tiny fists flailed in the air as she squirmed with delight, her infectious laughter spreading like wildfire.

With a soft chuckle, Y/n leaned against the doorframe, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she watched Jake toss Michelle into the air, the baby's laughter filling the room like music.

"Looks like someone's having fun," Y/n remarked, her voice filled with warmth as she approached Jake and Michelle.

Jake glanced up at Y/n, a bright smile spreading across his face at the sight of her. "Hey, Y/n. We're just having a little playtime, aren't we, Michelle?" he replied, his voice soft but filled with affection.

Y/n laughed at the sight before her, feeling a sense of joy wash over her at the playful interaction between her boyfriend and niece. "I can see that," she replied, her voice tinged with amusement.

As she joined them on the couch, Y/n couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment, for the chance to share in the laughter and love that filled the room. With Jake by her side and Michelle in their arms, she knew that she was exactly where she was meant to be. And as they continued to laugh and play together, Y/n couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and contentment wash over her, knowing that their bond was only growing stronger with each passing day.

As Jake and Y/n enjoyed the playful moment with Michelle, Jake couldn't resist letting a mischievous grin cross his face. With a twinkle in his eye, he leaned in close to Y/n and whispered, "You know, maybe we should have one of our own."

Y/n's eyes widened in surprise at Jake's unexpected suggestion, a blush creeping up her cheeks as she chuckled nervously. "Slow your horses there, Jake," she replied, her tone teasing but filled with affection.

Jake laughed at Y/n's response, his heart swelling with love for the woman beside him. "Hey, I'm just kidding," he reassured her, reaching out to squeeze her hand gently. "But can you imagine how cute our little one would be?"

Y/n couldn't help but smile at Jake's enthusiasm, feeling a rush of warmth flood her heart at the thought of starting a family together. "Yeah, I can imagine," she replied, her voice soft but filled with tenderness.

As they sat together on the couch, surrounded by laughter and love, Y/n couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment, for the chance to share in Jake's dreams and aspirations. With him by her side, she knew that anything was possible, and she couldn't wait to see where their journey together would take them.

And as they continued to laugh and play with Michelle, Y/n couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement building within her, knowing that their future was filled with endless possibilities and the promise of a lifetime of love.

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[rue-dixon]

Bro-in-law Dandan propaganda pt. 2

part 1:

When Chilwife first left, she went to Dandan first since he was closer. Dandan thought it was just a normal fight again, until he saw how upset she was. He tried to convince her to stay until Chilchuck came back and just talk to him about it. But she was too adamant about at least needing a break. So eventually he gave in and gave her money and anything else she needed to get to Flertom.

Uncle Dandan who's courted a few woman more than Chilchuck. So he gives relationship advice to his adult nieces, saying it's better because "he clearly had more experience." While Chilchuck is like "you've also had more failed relationships than me, so whose advice should they really take?"

While Flertom's over here, "you both are the reason I don't like half-foot men you know... neither of you can keep your relationships..."

When Dandan finally does get married everyone is really happy for him, especially his sister.

During the wedding ceremony reality kinds randomly hits him. And he starts panicking thinking he won't be a good husband, or a good father. He starts to worry what if they can't have children. Or what if he's making a terrible mistake, or that he's not a good enough man for his soon to be wife. Chilchuck calls him ridiculous, saying of course he's a good man, his sister made sure of it. And he's so good with his nieces, he'll be a great father.

His sister is so excited for her brother during the wedding. She's happy he finally settled down, since he got married kind of late for halfling standards.

Chilwife: "Oh! I wonder if she'll let me help deliver their babies.."

Chilchuck: "you're a little too excited about that don't you think...?"

Uncle Dandan who will never stop messing with his sister. "Hey, Mei, next time you see your mother ask her if she baby trapped your father, 'Kay?" And Mei being like 3 just shrugs because she (wrongly) trusts her uncle and doesn't know what that means and does it.

"I still don't see what you see in him, yeah I'm his best friend but I still don't get it."

Chilchuck needs to tell his wife something important but is having trouble finding the right words. So Dandan offers himself.

"Here, talk to me like you would her. Pretend I'm her, people say we look exactly alike all the time."

"Oh yeah, you look just like her but ugly."

The girls wonder why they see Uncle Dandan all the time but not their other three uncles and aunt on their mom's side. The real answer if that Dandan just lives close by and works with their dad anyways, and Dandan and his sister have always been close unlike Chilchuck and his siblings who are practically strangers. But Chilchuck's response is "because your auntie and uncles all have their own family and lives to take care of. Unlike Uncle Dan who leaches off ours."

"Look. I know we're close and all but do not complain to me about your bedroom life please. I do not care how dead it is."

"I wasn't going to?! That's wrong with you!"

"Good. Let's keep it that way."

Dandan who had some piercings on his big old ears (which his sister fussed at him for of course) which inspired Meijack to get her own. And her mother almost had a heart attack, and practically yanked her brothers ear off. He says it was worth it to this day.

Uncle Dandan who Puckpatti is closest with. And comes to with basically all her problems, which kinda annoys her parents. Saying he should encourage her to come to them instead of him. But he's like "well sometimes you two are the problem so"

"Sometimes I remember my best friend got my sister knocked up three times and it makes me want to die."

"Dandan we're married??"

"Doesn't matter."

Dandan introduced Chilchuck to Laios partly because he thought a big job like that would be a good distraction while he figured stuff out with his wife. Little did he know this "distraction" would end up lasting like three years and he didn't go talk to her like Dandan told him to.

Flertom: I love my father and uncle dearly, but they prove my point about half-foot men.

Dandan making very loud and obnoxious gagging sounds if Chilchuck or his wife accidentally slip an affection name for each other in front of him.

Assuming we're running with some older rules. Men aren't aloud to be present in childbirth. So in my mind, Chilchuck waited outside, listening to his wife deliver their first child in pain. Which scared little Dandan, so Chilchuck had to comfort him telling him his big sister will be ok. Which oddly helped Chilchuck feel like he prepared to be a dad.

I love how most of the fandom agrees Dandan is a flirt based on basically nothing. Agreed this is true. And it annoys the hell out of both Chilchuck and his sister. He also has a thing for elf woman.

"No wonder you can't seem to get married. Your eyes wander too much!"

"Elves Dan?? Really?"

He low key loves it when the girls ask him to help them go behind their parents back. Because no matter how old he gets, theres still a little shit inside him.

Dandan who has a way worse death rate than Chilchuck, but is so unbothered by it. Even telling his sister about each death so casually who's just losing her mind.

Little Meijack wanting to be an adventurer like her daddy and uncle but they both band together and scare the shit out of her (and the other girls) with stories they've xperienced to keep them far away. They got in a lot of trouble with Chilwife for it.

It's funny when people don't realize that Chilchuck and Dandan are related or friends. They'll complain to Dandan about Chilchuck, normally based off rumors. And Dandan's just trying not to laugh.

Dandan may or may not have started a few rumors about Chilchuck. Then later completely denied it.

Dandan who has a thing for elf woman. And his sister is just disappointed, shaking her head like "what would mother think..."

Dandan to one, if not all the babies. "Say fuck say fuck say fuck say fuck say fuck say fuck say fuck say fuck say fuck say fuck-"

"Oh you want this but your parents said no? Alright I'll get it for you but if they ask it was an unprompted gift and this conversation never happened, deal?"

He thinks it's funny how loud Flertom is since both of her parents are so quiet. He called her a "tiny screaming goat"

Whenever there's a festival being held Dandan likes to meet up with his sisters family. He doesn't do it every time but he still sometimes, especially when he wasn't married himself yet. When he was he usually would be there with his own family, see them in passing say hi before continuing their days.

He would give his nieces lots of sweets that he would save for the next time he saw them. His sister would fuss at him that he's spoiling them and they're going to rot their teeth out. But he didn't care.

(This probably will be the last one. Sorry Dandan nation with population of two </3)

[wordy-little-witch]

What are the Strawhat Pirates reaction to Atlas?

All in all?

I can really see Nami and Zoro being Wildly Uncertain About This Child. For one, he's a tiny Buggy Seraphim. For another, he's.... gosh he's kinda dripping with trauma somehow?? Not sure how to react to all of that, really.

Zoror eventually settles on semi-distant acceptance. His not-dad adopted this one so it's kind of like having a step brother? Adopted brother? Small sibling. He doesn't know. Kid's pretty funny though, he's about this.

Nami meanwhile oscillates between Indifference and Wanting To Be The Cool Cousin. She isn't sure how to react or treat the kid ((interacting with children is.... wonky for her)). But once she and Atlas both warm up to each other, That's Her Best Friend. Matching sunglasses, both sipping fancy coffee/juice, Heavily Judging the fashion sense of those around them. ((Nami also knows SOME sign bc after Belle-mére's death, she had a stint of being semi verbal and Hachi taught her some)).

Usopp is SO EXCITED and also high key terrified. Kids, to him, kinda.... circumvent the Horrors. 11/10 Babysitter, cries when Atlas dubs him big brother Usopp, can and will put this child in his bag and go on "'"adventures"'". He's honestly less intimidated by Atlas than he is Birdie and Angel, but very quickly warms up to all three. Is one of the boys' most favorite Strawhats.

Sanji takes one look at this kid and goes "Oh. What the fuck happened here???" Atlas has some trauma red flags, and given that he is currently being raised by Buggy, Mihawk and Crocodile, he kind of immediately gets suspicious and defensive with them. Soon warms up and realizes that they are not in fact hurting the kid (any of them, since all three are a little Not Good in varying visibility), that the redflags are genetic memory imposed and that the three Guild leaders are actively trying to help. Regardless, while he is semi awkward with the kids, he makes it his mission to spoil them with fun snacks, treats, etc.

Chopper is sliiightly over protective but to comical results. Has a boo-boo kit that rarely gets used, and even when it does, it's mostly for playtime. Speaking of, PLAYMATE PLAYMATE PLAYMATE. Chopper really loves them all, and while he does worry a lot, he adores all three of the boys. Atlas specifically piques his interest as a doctor and a friend. AuDHD to AuDHD communication

Robin Is A Wine Aunt And She Is Thriving. She's relatively hands off but still vigilant to make sure everyone is safe. Atlas specifically tugs her heart strings, and when he lit up when she greeted him fluidly in sign, she damn near melted. He's so cute. She enjoys babysitting him especially ((Birdie and Angel too but in different ways)) because Atlas, much like his mama and much like auntie Robin, has a THIRST for knowledge. He loves reading and telling her all about his newest interests. She thinks he's cute as a button.

Franky thinks the seraphim are fascinating from a clinical stand point and outright abhorrent from an ethical perspective. He's just glad they have a family now, especially one that loves them so much. He also enjoys anyone who thinks something is SUPERRRR. Excitable kids? Excitable kids who are basically family themselves? Can't get more super than that. ((Absolutely the type of uncle-figure who loads them up on sugar, soda, etc and sends them home.))

Brook was nervous at that first meeting ngl. He's a skeleton. He's funny, yeah!! But kids.... are hit or miss - usually the latter. Except these little guys think he's SO COOL and their little starry eyes are adorable and charming and his heart is fit to burst - if he had one that is yohohoho~ ((Bonus points, Atlas loves skeleton puns and they can go for HOURS if not stopped or evened out by a third party)). And the littlest Seraphim is also... very cuddly when he's tired. It worried Brook at first, when he was there around nap time and Atlas wandered to him. Bone isn't exactly the best for cuddles, after all. But At just shook his head with a smile and replied warm inside, all I need, Brook-uncle gives good hugs. Sleep please? And who is Brook to turn down a sleepy child with such a sweet smile? Also the kid likes music, so extra bonus points!!!

Jimbei wasn't exactly hard certain on anything going into this, but Atlas is charming and cute and called him uncle and listen he's a simple man with a big heart and cute kids have a free pass to nuzzle right on in there against his will. He's one of few Buggy, Mihawk and Crocodile would trust fully with the kids longer than a few hours at a time. He probably teaches the kids martial arts and then releases them to cause safe chaos.

And best for last -> Luffy Is Vibrating. The kids are like. Step-sibling/cousins, and he LOVES them!!! So much!!!! Atlas is cuddly and Luffy is cuddly!! Atlas likes pranks and LUFFY LIKES PRANKS!!!!! They're two peas in a pod, and somehow when the two get together, Luffy actually has the braincell, much to everyone else's terror. He's protective and warm and playful and kinda.... almost mature. It's adorable. Atlas had some reservations - new people is hard enough but the hat... - and when Luffy seemed to pick up on that, he let it hang behind his shoulders. And when Atlas inevitably looks at it, so lost and mixed, Luffy would probably offer it over with a soft smile. And Atlas would cry. And Luffy would hold him as best he can with rubbery warm arms and a heart bursting with care. ((And when Buggy catches sight sometime later of the boys all playing and he sees his littlest boy laughing freely with a painfully familiar hat tipping over his eyes, swamping his kitty cat beanie, as a dark haired young man chases after him with a grin? Well... his tears are private, and so is the hurt and healing within))

[aimportantdragoncollector]

For the ask game, Yoichi used to be his brother's right hand man but he was hit by a quirk and disappeared. After AFO has made a bloodbath in order to deal with his grief, he eventually settles down, retires and has a son. The thing is that Yoichi wasn't hit by a disappearing quirk but by a time traveling quirk and he appears on one of Izuku's birthday, kinda expecting... to keep working with his brother? Please!

This Yoichi will be a scandal at the Firsts Club.

All for One was super-happy to see his brother, deliriously so, but he's not willing to resume his business. He made a promise to his wife to retire. Also, he doesn't want to miss his son's childhood. This All for One came to blame his villainy for losing Yoichi and he fears seeing Izuku get hurt.

Yoichi hangs around for a while trying to persuade his brother to become villains together again. He teases his brother a lot for getting old and having old man habits. However, Yoichi is always very polite to Inko and calls her big sis.

Izuku thinks of Yoichi as a cool uncle who gives him presents at first, but also notices that Yoichi has low empathy and extreme levels of self-centeredness.

Yoichi is scandalized and disappointed that his brother never gave Izuku a quirk. All for One blamed the quirk he gave Yoichi for getting him involved in fighting and ultimately leading to his death so he decided not to risk history repeating itself. Izuku has a good relationship with his father in this AU, but he becomes angry when he learns his father could have given him a quirk.

Toshinori is quirkless and Izuku's favorite teacher. (Izuku did not get bullied in this AU due a more involved father.) Nana Shimura is the number one hero. Tenko Shimura is a spoiled rich kid.

Once Yoichi realizes his brother seriously won't join him, he takes over All for One's old forces. Gigantomachia is loyal to Yoichi as well and grateful not to be forgotten. Yoichi also takes over the MLA by seducing Re-Destro and then killing him to take his place as leader.

Yoichi kidnaps Izuku to use him as a replacement big brother to become a villain with him. Izuku goes along with this partly to avoid angering the dangerous madman and partly because Yoichi promised to give Izuku his quirk after he finishes his strength training. All for One and Inko are on the warpath.

Yoichi: I've kidnapped you to become my new villain partner.

Izuku: Come over here and I'll bite off your--

Yoichi: And I'm going to give you my quirk because it's very wrong that big brother never gave you one. I'll still have my flawless looks.

Izuku: I meant to say, what some people call kidnapping, I call uncle-nephew bonding! I'm excited to work with you, new favorite uncle. Hey, how long do I need to train before I get the quirk?