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trollsedits · 8 months ago

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BroZone headcannons please cause I saw your Poppy/Viva one and it was so cool!

Aww, Thank you so much I’m super busy today but This just made my day haha 💕✨ (so I’m writing this on my busy schedule today)

Brozone Headcanons:

Jonh Dory:

-Dude has a Perfectionist problem

-his personality reminds you of Eric Andre

-During his younger boy band days he would mess around with his little brother but he mostly like to mess around with Rosiepuff

-Grandma Rosiepuff mostly yells at John for causing chaos

-dude is obsessed with Rhonda

-His literal senior quote is “Perfect,perfect perfect 100%”

-He likes to mess around with king peppy back in his boy band days

-Has OCD

-He has baby pictures of all of his brothers he once try to make those kpop photo cards of embarrassing pictures of his brothers and sell them to fans his brother were not happy about it

-Will embarrassed the Sh*t out of his brothers no matter how old they are

-branch and Floyd is literally embarrassed to be around John

-Clay just hide whenever John comes to the Putt-Putt trolls village to pay him a visit he would make viva tell John that he was dead

-Bruce once slap the Living Sh*t out of Jonh Dory cuz he keeps calling Bruce —-> Spruce so John thinks twice before calling his name

-since bruce slap John He is deadass scared of saying Bruce name afraid that he’ll mess up again so he just call Bruce Vacay dude with a tall wife and 13 children

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Bruce:

-Had super dad power

-knows when his kids or wife needs something

-he always mentioned “My wife” when ever he hangout with this bros

-he will slap the Living out of you if you dare disrespect his wife and children meaning talking bad about them

-since he’s a dad now he will dad his brother meaning he will cook, feed them put them to bed etc.

-he can surf

-he once taught Floyd how to surf but it failed don’t ask why Floyd rather not talk about it

-he and Floyd has the best brothers relationship beside clay

-He still baby branch around

-when ever John Dory was being a bit to much Bruce would just put a pacifier to shut him up or just put John to bed the other brother thank him for that John can go on for hours on being perfect

Bruce: come on you big baby I think is time for your nappy maybe you’ll stop being cranky

-he definitely listen to Broadway music like Hamilton and others he also listen to smooth jazz

-he is a charmer not even his wife could be angry at him

-back in his band days he would brings a bunch of random girls back to their pod and make out w them he would threatened both clay and Floyd if they ever tell grandma Rosiepuff he would [Beep] their heads off so clay and Floyd just shut up

-He Secretly wants to adopt tiny diamond because he never had a troll size kid of his own before

-He would attempt to kidnap tiny diamond before but got caught by branch

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Clay:

-Definitely a John Dory biggest #1 Hater

-Clay would attempt to murder John but Bruce stopped him

-license CPA put some respect on his name fools

-definitely listen to Kid Cudi he would play it Day N night

-He regret leaving baby branch and Floyd but mostly branch

-He still loves to baby branch around no matter what even in front of Queen poppy

-is in a sad book club

-Clay would often get in trouble w grandma Rosiepuff

-April fools is his favorite holiday his brother and even grandma would get out of the house or won’t go near the house on April fools day

-He once try to sell Floyd and branch for some money but got in trouble

-He try to sell branch again but got in trouble again

-Clay once drew on John Dory and Bruce face during their band days while they were asleep with permanent markers so they couldn’t wash them off so they had to perform like that

-Clay left Floyd behind at a supermarket that one time Floyd was crying so much when a troll brought him back to grandma Rosiepuff

-Clay loves his older brother John Dory despite being his biggest hater he still care about John but he hates it when John push him and his brother past their limits

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Floyd:

-Definitely listen to troye sivan & Lana del Rey

-he even dressed like troye sivan

-he stalk troye sivan so badly that troye sivan wants to put a restraining order on Floyd poor dude T-T

-He wants to marry troye sivan so badly cuz he’s troye Sivan biggest fan

-he loves his brother so much

-he once gave troye sivan flowers but then troye sivan threw them in the trash ;-;

-he still stalks troye sivan doe idk y his brothers would stop him and constantly apologize to troye of Floyd behavior he isn’t like this so maybe being locked up in a diamond prison made him go nuts

-Floyd can’t feel his legs after being free from the diamond prison

-Floyd when branch was born he hated branch a lot but he sooner warm up to branch

-Floyd once got his brother to do the Troye sivan “Got me started dance” and it blew up even troye Sivan was impressed that his number one fan/ stalker killed it at his dance

-Floyd always helps his grandma around the house even taking care of baby branch

-he really regrets leaving branch and his grandma behind because she loved them dearly

-he and barb would become best friends

-Floyd always act like a big brother to John,clay and Bruce whenever they are fighting he is so mature for his age

-Floyd is the family therapist

-Floyd along with branch has the best vocalist

-Floyd has gone through phrases (don’t ask him he’ll die from embarrassment but John definitely has pictures of it so don’t ask John unless you want to die )

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Branch:

-After saving Floyd from the twins he been following Floyd every movement

-Has major abandonment issues

-he will cling onto his brother legs if they leave

-he will not let Floyd or any of his brothers leave he most likely will keep them hostage cause his abandonment issues are real

-he sounds like Justin Timberlake

-He still hold grudges against his brother for leaving him but mostly at John

-he treats his big brother like he owns this place

-He definitely listen to all kind of genres of music

-he’s a Bts army and a blackpink blink (I feel like he is honestly don’t argue with me plz)

-He also listen to NSYNC his favorite member is Justin

-he hates being called bitty B but he somehow let poppy call him that

-he’s a cat person for sure he’ll even act like once towards his brothers

-he will hiss at them if they dare leave

-Bruce couldn’t leave so he would have to explain to his wife for hours why he can’t leave ;-;

-poppy once came to his bunkers and saw his brother tied up in a chair she started to get worried about branch behavior she knows viva has abandonment issues but is not as bad at branch

-She demand to let his brother go but branch wouldn’t let go of his big brother

-even John Dory was crying scared for his life

-when branch was a baby he would get away with anything even murder

-everyone try’s to kidnap branch when he was a baby back in his bands days but John Dory is protective of branch

-He caught Bruce trying to kidnap tiny diamond that once time he would tell guy diamond but then again he threatened Bruce if he saw Bruce try to attempt to kidnap tiny diamond again he would tell

-he is Creek number #1 hater

-he still doesn’t trust Bergens

-he once saw Floyd chasing troye sivan in the streets so branch would restrain Floyd from going after troye

“That troll is Delulu!” Troye said

“He’s my older brother” branch said

“Well your older brother is crazy!” Troye response backing away and running off

“You’re welcome that I restrain him for ya!” Branch shouted while rolling his eyes

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chaostroberry1 · 6 months ago

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Leave my poor man ares alone he didn't do anything😭(more ares suffering from family trauma please💖)

BRO IM MORE THAN WILLING ♥️ IM SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG. no cus seriously though, He need to be left alone for🥲 it's literally 2am and I'm already brainstorming multiple ideas

•Nah cus jus imagine how he is with his "not to brag or anything, but I am the god of war."

Blah blah blah

-Then the moment that anything shows itself to be overwhelmingly powerful, the man is shitting bricks

•Plus apollo literally harassing him with his nude body out in the open, for MULTIPLE people to see. NO SHAME. WHILE TOUCHING HIM AND EMBARRASSING HIM IN PUBLIC💀

•Then there's zues's weird body bulging power up shit that SOME people are into (I think), as well as his weird sexual turn on's for getting thrilled and getting bloody.

IN FRONT OF YOUR KIDS BRO???😧

• Then there's just a bunch of people proving him wrong and calling him a buncha names. Remember when hades called him a fool? How do you not cry from getting called out like that 🙂

• AND APOLLO AGAIN. WHO STILL EMBARRASSED HIM NO SHIT. when he dodged his punch which left ares falling into the water, INFRONT OF HIS DAD, BROTHER, AND HOT BEAUTIFUL WOMEN

• fuck u apollo 🗣️

• I can also tell that he's the typa guy who likes animals, and angrily calls people "monsters" for not giving an extra treat to a pet n stuff. My random headcanons is thathe has a big softie side.

• I feel like Hermes and apollo would baby him sometimes just to get on his nerves, all pouty and giving him baby talk, like-

"does wittle itty bitty tiny ares want a bottle of milk?"

And then

"awww, baby ares wants a nappy~ so cuuutteee~ you want a cookie? Oh yes you dooo~"

Sometimes zues plays in on it too, but kinda fucks up, like-

"coochie coochie coo- oh wait, am I doing that right?"

• and the mean comments and stares he gets from his uncles😭

• he just wants someone to pass the salt, and Poseidon is over there beside him, literally side eyeing him judgementally— like ok bro nvm

• then we have hades who randomly cuts him off to correct him without even looking at him, LIKE HELLO????

"I think the chicken comes before the egg-"

"technically, if that were to be the case, then how was the chicken even born?"

• there's Hermes, who would make him cookies probably, and give him the wrong type on purpose, just to have him ask for the actual type he wants, all embarrassed.

- bro he just wants the chocolate chip cookies, not the raisin ones 😧

• kinda imagine him getting bullied for his outfit, everyone got cook ass outfits and sometimes they make up jokes on how he probably uses axe body spray instead of actually taking a shower.

• I know that he would just go somewhere private, and cry like a baby bc of his family drama

#LEAVE ARES ALONEEEEE😭

#record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #ror poseidon #ror hades #ror apollo #snv headcanons #ror headcanons #ror ares #snv ares #ares #greek mythology headcanons #Apollo ror #Apollo snv #snv apollo #greek mythology #record of ragnarok apollo #record of ragnarok Ares #record of raganarok headcanons

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anonymousewrites · 5 months ago

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Adolescent Antichrist (Book 6) Chapter Nine

Father Figure! Lucifer Morningstar x Teen! Reader

Demon! OC x Reader

Chapter Nine: I take back the Nice Stuff I said about You

Summary: Amenadiel explores the idea of becoming God. (Y/N) is against monarchy.

“Luci, we need to talk,” said Amenadiel, sighing.

“No, I’m far too busy,” said Lucifer, picking up the basket of crafts he’d bought on a spur of the moment shopping spree.

“You can’t keep avoiding this,” said Amenadiel.

“I’m just busy,” said Lucifer, not lying but still avowing the issue. “These are new crafts I need to use before I forget about them.”

“Luci,” groaned Amenadiel.

“Meni,” said Lucifer, making up a nickname to respond to Amenadiel’s frustration.

“Alright.” Amenadiel sighed. “I didn’t want to do this, but I have to if you’re going to focus.”

“What?” said Lucifer.

“(Y/N).” Amenadiel gestured towards Lucifer.

(Y/N) stepped into the room with Em behind them. They crossed their arms. “Sit down, Dad.”

Lucifer blanched. “What?”

“Sit down. God might be retiring, and we’re going to talk about it.” They pointed at the couch. “Now.”

Lucifer sat down, and Amenadiel did, too. Em grinned behind (Y/N) as they both walked down to join the group.

“Okay,” said Amenadiel. “We need to figure out what to do if God does retire.”

“There’s nothing to figure out,” said Lucifer. “So Dad’s retiring. He’s had quite a run if you ask me.”

“The world can’t be without a God,” said Amenadiel.

“Do we really need one?” said (Y/N).

“I thought you wanted to have this discussion,” said Amenadiel.

“Yeah, because this is a big deal, but I don’t know about perpetuating godhood,” said (Y/N), shrugging.

Amenadiel groaned. (Y/N) had way too much Lucifer in them. They were way too nonchalant currently.

“Someone will replace Him,” said Lucifer. “That’s how it’s going to be.”

“Why can’t we have no god if Hell doesn’t need a warden?” said (Y/N).

A pause.

“We, uh, we don’t know what will happen if the world doesn’t have a God,” said Em slowly.

“And we can’t risk anything,” said Amenadiel. “And it’s how it’s always been.”

“Precisely, and His replacement will be you,” said Lucifer brightly, itching to pour himself a drink but fearful of (Y/N)’s glare if he tried to stand.

Everyone paused.

“Me?” said Amenadiel.

“Don’t play coy, brother,” said Lucifer. “You’ve been training for this since you were in angel nappies. God’s right hand, the greatest warrior, his bloody favorite son.”

“Well, you’re not wrong there.” He looked at (Y/N) and Em. “What do you think?”

“I only know Hell, so I have no idea how being God works,” said Em.

“You’re not the worst option,” said (Y/N), shrugging.

Amenadiel deadpanned. “Thank you for your confidence.”

“I only have two opinions here.” (Y/N) held up one finger. “I don’t really care about having a god.” They held up a second finger. “I’m going to start a rebellion if Michael becomes god.”

Amenadiel, Em, and Lucifer shivered at the idea of Michael becoming god.

“Amenadiel is a much better option than him,” murmured Lucifer in agreement.

Amenadiel shook his head. “Being God isn’t simple. It’s…a big job. The biggest. How would I even go about making that decision?”

“Decide whether you’re doing it for yourself or for others. A god—anyone given a position of power—should be trying to help people,” said (Y/N).

“That’s…a really good point,” said Amenadiel, surprised at the wisdom (Y/N) had displayed.

“Well, on my part, in situations like these when much is at stake, I like to ask myself, ‘What’s your knee-jerk reaction?’ ” said Lucifer. “ ‘You obviously want this so leap before you look.’ ”

“Maybe that’s how you used to act, but, dear brother, you’ve changed,” said Amenadiel. “Don’t pretend otherwise. It’s the therapy. Linda has really helped you to be more mindful, to really think things through.”

“Are you sure you’re talking about my dad?” said (Y/N), grinning.

Lucifer pretended to look offended before smiling.

Amenadiel smiled and then frowned. “What do I do now, though?”

“Try to get some human perspectives,” said (Y/N), leaning forward. “People have a ton of different ideas about the world and the nature of what a God is or should be.” They shrugged. “If you’re not sure about being God, maybe knowing if you are what people want could help you decide.”

Amenadiel and Lucifer exchanged a look. (Y/N) gave remarkably sage advice these days.

Amenadiel straightened his shirt as he walked into LUX. It hadn’t opened yet, but Amenadiel had convinced a couple different religious representatives to meet with and understand. Amenadiel wanted to make sure his meeting went well.

He paused at the top of the stairs, surveying the room to see where the priest, rabbi, and imam were seated. And then he had to pause to consider what he was seeing.

(Y/N) was seated across from the religious leaders, wearing some of their…well, what conservatives would call “satanic” clothing, but all three representatives were smiling as (Y/N) spoke to them.

Amenadiel walked down the stairs, curious, and he paused so he could hear (Y/N) and the priests.

“I remember Father Lawrence,” said (Y/N). “He was very kind. I really respect the way he tried to help the people around him. I think the way he lived…was in God’s teachings.”

The Catholic priest were smiling at them as they spoke. “His loss was the world’s loss,” agreed one.

“We are glad he touched so many hearts, including your own,” said the rabbi. “Even if he was not part of our church.”

“He was a good person who wanted to help people just to do it,” said (Y/N). “Of course I wouldn’t discredit that.” They glanced up and saw Amenadiel approaching. They smiled. “Oh, hey, Amenadiel. Sorry for intruding, I just thought they could use some company here of all places before seeing you.”

Amenadiel smiled. “Thanks.”

“No problem,” said (Y/N), getting down from their chair. “Bye!” They walked off as if they hadn’t been having a deep conversation about Father Lawrence, the man they’d met oh so many years ago and who had touched their and Lucifer’s hearts.

Amenadiel watched them go until the imam spoke up.

“They seem quite knowledgeable about God’s teachings,” said the imam. “Especially for someone so young.”

“Quite an impressive child,” said the priest, nodding approvingly. “Even if they seem to be a bit…unorthodox in other matters.”

Amenadiel suppressed a chuckle. They didn’t know the half of it.

“How do you think Amenadiel would do as God?” said Em, running her hand through (Y/N)’s hair.

(Y/N)’s head was laid on their lap while they watched Fall Guy together. “I think he’d be…fine.”

“You hesitated,” said Em.

“You know I don’t think we really need to have a God,” said (Y/N). “Like I said, if Hell doesn’t need a warden, why do we need a God? God Himself has seemed cool and kind, and Amenadiel has been nice for…most of his time of Earth, but I just…God created humans. He knows what we’re like. Amenadiel still doesn’t understand what it means to be human. Not completely.” They sighed. “I don’t know. I just don’t really know who could live up to God without feeling the pressure and cracking under it. It’s a huge responsibility.”

“What if Lucifer runs for the position?” said Em.

“I’d support him,” said (Y/N). “Again, not because I want another all-powerful being, but because he’s the most human. He understands people and has gone through a lot of the issues the common person goes through. He more than other angels has fallen and had to rebuild who he is and learn from mistakes and overcome his own struggles—mental, physical, all of that.” They smiled. “And he listens to people.”

“You mean he listens to you,” said Em, grinning.

“I guess,” said (Y/N). “Still, it would be good for someone with power to actually listen to what others say and their perspectives.”

“I agree,” said Em. They laugh. “Honestly, I think you have the best perspective out of all of the angels.”

(Y/N) chuckled. “Don’t tell them that.”

“You look introspective,” said (Y/N), sliding into the booth next to Amenadiel. He was sipping a drink and looking at the people mingling in Lux.

“Should you be here during club hours?” said Amenadiel.

“Dad doesn’t care,” said (Y/N).

“The law would say different,” said Amenadiel.

(Y/N) shrugged. They didn’t really care. It’s not like they were drinking. They just liked to dance.

“Ah, Amenadiel, our grave and weary God,” joked Lucifer, walking up to the booth. “(Y/N).”

“Hey,” said (Y/N), raising a hand as they took a sip of their Shirley Temple.

“So, brother mine, how did your meetings today go?” said Lucifer.

“It was fine,” said Amenadiel. “Everyone was easy to talk to, even if sometimes their interpretations of our Father’s words weren’t exactly…entirely right.”

“But you’re not satisfied,” said (Y/N) observantly.

Amenadiel sighed. “It’s just…I thought I would be eager to take Father’s place, you know? But instead, I’m having doubts.”

“I think I actually understand,” said Lucifer.

“You do?” said (Y/N), raising a brow. Yeah, I’ve been saying he’s improved his ability to know when he’s making a mistake, but he also has a long history of misunderstanding advice.

“You feel…unworthy,” said Lucifer.

Okay, so he does understand, thought (Y/N), their gaze softening empathetically.

“Uh, no, that’s not it. I definitely feel worthy,” said Amenadiel. “Who else would be?”

So it’s Amenadiel’s turn to be an idiot. (Y/N) looked at him. “It’s alright to feel the pressure. Being God is a huge responsibility.”

Amenadiel nodded. “It is. But…it’s not just that.” He sighed. “It’s just, I spend so much time looking down on humanity. And now…” He smiled. “I love living amongst them. I’ve finally learned how to connect. Built a life here. Made friends. A family. If I’m being honest, I don’t want any of that to change.”

“So, what, you’re thinking of backing out?” said Lucifer.

“Good for you. If you don’t want power, that’s better for everyone,” said (Y/N).

“Well, I don’t know if I’m backing out,” said Amenadiel. “I mean, I can’t give up my Celestial duty, right? That would be selfish…”

“No, you should do what makes you happy,” said (Y/N).

“I wish it were that simple,” said Amenadiel.

“Well, maybe it can be,” said Lucifer, starting to smile. “That is, if someone else were willing to take the responsibility.”

“Who?” said Amenadiel and (Y/N).

“Me, of course!” said Lucifer, grinning. “This is exactly what I need to prove myself.”

“What?” said Amenadiel.

“Huh?” said (Y/N).

“I’ve just decided,” said Lucifer. “I’m going to be God.” He grinned.

“I take back the nice stuff I said about you, you’re still an impulsive idiot,” sighed (Y/N). Still, they’d be on their dad’s side. They just weren’t invested in the God thing. And someone needed to keep this from going off the rails. (Y/N) was always the one in charge of that. They always had to be the responsible one. Who else was going to take care of everything?

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aquilathefighter · 2 years ago

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Fluffbruary 19: Mosaic & Nursery

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Human/No Powers AU, I guess?

Fandom: The Sandman (2022)

Relationship: Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling

The house is unusually quiet when Hob gets home. On a typical day, Dream chooses a selection of Hob’s record collection to listen to, dragging the player to whichever room he’s decided to work in that day. But the only sounds are Hob’s footsteps and the clink of his keys as he places them in the bowl by the door. He shucks his shoes off and kicks them near the mat. Dream always gets after him for not putting them in their proper place, but it doesn’t make much sense to Hob when he’s just going to put them back on in the morning. Either way, finding his missing husband is more important.

He pads through the kitchen and living room. No Dream here either. Hob holds his breath, trying to pick up any noise that would lead him to Dream.

Clack. Clack clack.

There! He climbs up the stairs, careful not to slip in his socks. Not in their bedroom or Dream’s studio, but in the room they’d chosen this place for. The nursery.

They’d been looking to start a family for a while now and had finally found a surrogate. Hob had insisted they also adopt some older children but there were a few more preparations needed before the other children came, not least of all getting to know them better and letting them decide if they’d like to join Hob and Dream’s family. Now, the baby was about a month from the expected due date, so finishing the nursery was top priority.

It was here, in the still mostly-empty room that Hob finds his missing husband. Dream is tangled in a pretzel on the floor, sifting through small ceramic tiles. He’s laying them out in piles of different colors, occasionally stopping to count again. There are blues, purples, blacks, yellows, and whites spread out on the carpet in an organized mess, at least that’s what Dream calls it when Hob piles his students’ work out all over the living room floor. Hob plops down behind Dream, careful not to disturb the tiles.

He brushes a hand up his lover’s back to rest in the curve between shoulder and neck.

“Good evening, love.”

Dream hums in acknowledgement, focused on the task at hand.

“What are you up to? I thought you’d gone when the house was silent.”

Dream looks up and leans his head back to brush his nose against Hob’s.

“I am preparing a mosaic. For the baby’s room. I needed quiet to focus, it must be perfect.”

Hob smiles. Dream has been so focused getting everything perfect for the baby. Nesting, his mother had called it. They (Hob, mostly) had already assembled the crib, purchased countless outfits up to a year old, and had bought more nappies than they knew what to do with. But Dream was still unhappy with the state of the room. He kept adding and removing decorations, asking Hob whether they could still change the paint colors. Hob let him do what he needed to, knowing this was how Dream was processing the anxious energy that was building up in both of them. A project was perfect for him. Something to focus that restlessness into that stimulated his creative drive too.

Hob leans forward and presses his lips to the back of Dream’s slender, pale neck. He wraps his arms around him, swaying gently. Hob couldn’t wait to be a dad to his baby. Their baby. They were going to have a family. Tears started to well up in his eyes, dropping onto Dream’s t-shirt.

“Is something the matter, beloved? Do you dislike the idea?” Dream asks, concerned.

Hob rubs his eyes, clearing hot cloudiness from his vision.

“No, no, of course not, dove.” He sniffles, wiping his nose on the sleeve of his jumper. “I… I just can’t believe we’re going to be fathers. You’ve been working so hard to make everything perfect for our baby, and it just got to me. I would love to help with the mosaic if I can?”

Dream turns in his arms, careful not to disturb the piles. He brings his hands up to frame Hob’s face, thumbs rubbing the leftover tears away.

“My love. I would be honored to accept your assistance. I also feel the anticipation, it is hard to believe our child will be here in a few short weeks.”

He leans in to press a soft kiss to Hob’s lips, imbued with so much love Hob could taste it. Hob kisses back, pulling Dream closer, into his lap. He shifts his arms down around Dream’s waist, preventing him from falling back into the tiles. He kisses him again, still gentle and chaste, but beginning to heat.

“I love you,” he whispers against Dream’s lips, “I love you so much,”

Dream digs his fingers into Hob’s hair, loosening the bun that Hob had tied it in that morning. He licks across the seam of Hob’s lips, who immediately parts his lips in response. Dream presses in closer yet, wrapping his legs around Hob’s waist. His tongue dives into Hob’s mouth, the taste of stale coffee and peppermint candies and Hob. He never gets tired of this, of mapping the expanse of his husband’s mouth and stealing his breath. Hob is trembling underneath him, running his hands up and down Dream’s back, toying with the hem of his shirt occasionally.

He pulls back, panting. “As I love you, husband. Father of my child,” He begins to push Hob back to lay on the carpet, covering his body with Dream’s own. “Love of my life,” he says against Hob’s lips.

Hob moans in response. Dream drags his hands from his waist and places them above Hob’s head, pinning them with one hand. Pleased with himself, he presses his lips back to Hob’s own. Their proper place, if he really thought about it. Every second he wasn’t kissing Hob was torture, every second apart felt like drowning. As Dream let Hob push his tongue into his own mouth, he couldn’t help but smile. They were going to have a family. Dream kisses Hob harder, enjoying the way he squirms and how his wrists flex around Dream’s hand.

Eventually, Dream pulls back again, whining at the loss of contact even though he was still pressed against Hob from shoulder to feet. He releases Hob’s hands, who immediately wraps his arms around Dream and presses them close again. Panting, Dream gazes at his beautiful, perfect, wonderful husband.

“So,” Hob manages to say between breaths, “are we gonna work on that mosaic tonight? ‘Cause I think you have other plans.” He winks, giving the roguish smile that Dream fell for so long ago. Dream wriggles out of his grip, standing to offer a hand to his love.

“Perhaps we should put it off until a later date.”

Hob takes his hand, the pair giggling as they hurry to their bedroom.

#fluffbruary #dreamling #dream x hob #hob x dream #aquila writes

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kichimiangra · 1 year ago

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I like the idea that Digimon who are parted from their human partner, especially if the massive time speed difference is in effect, get a bit weird about it. We saw in Digimon Survive how [spoiler character] reacted by jealousy attacking partnered Digimon, while never able to bring themselves to harm any human. In other cases, I like to imagine that the Digimon do stuff like start talking for their missing human, or the human is a couple of minutes away but coming soon, or getting a worrying amount of art commissioned. The human partner finally reunites and things go from "Aw, you got a picture made of me!" to "Oh, you got a lot of pictures! ...And sculptures. And is that a recreation of my room?" pretty fast.

[insert 'talking to the volley ball movie' joke here]

It's kind of hard to imagine Gulus trying to simply have a reasonable conversation to convince Hiro to sync with him because, in fairness he's had the whole fucking series to try that. He even actively shut down a Hiro that was willing to chat with him under the reasoning of "It's not time yet" and then finally in the finale decided it was 'time' then and evolved to Regulus, and never really see a reason for why that earlier convo was shut down for bad timing.

(Maybe if the line was "There's no time left" then turns back to Gamma that would have made more sense because there was no time for the convo while Gulus had to go nappy-doo? Or maybe by "It's not time yet" he meant that he was biding his time to let the grb infection he left behind infect the digital world? I dunno)

But Gulus has effectively had the whole series to be like "Look man you are a logical mature guy, hear me out; I am literally the lesser of two evils and the other one is heading this way and oh my god is it so much worse than I am--"

I do love when characters are forced into a position of "Whelp... guess you have no choice but to trust me lol!" though.

I'd say it's similar in that both digimon are precious babies at the beginning being taken care of by their human partner, but I think the biggest difference early on is that Takato and Guilmon's relationship feel like he's trying to raise a child sized talking pet, and Guilmon by the end feels like he's grown a lot, meanwhile Hiro and Gammamon immediately feels like Hiro has been given a super powered baby brother to raise, who also mostly stays baby until the end. It's not to downplay Takato and Guilmon's relationship, but Hiro/Gamma feels a little more personal from the word go, while Takato and Guilmon feel like the two took a little while longer to bond with each other. Maybe it's because Hiro and Gammamon almost feels like it has this "Maternal-ness" to it while Takato and Guilmon are more like "Dad who was suddenly handed a kid and told it's his and the mom skipped town so he's all alone and has no clue what he's doing" vibe. New AU: Hiro and Takato are roommates, neither knows what to do with their new digimon partners so now they are the figurative mommy and daddy to two babies.

I should have moved this one up between the last GG and the Tamers message. Sei la vie.

As mentioned above, omg yes really Gulus has every reason to try and communicate but the writers just needed to stretch things out. I think it's more frustrating because it COULD be finagled to have the same result but with a more satisfying path;

Have it so that early on Gulus just COULDN'T come out for long and throughout the series had to waste whatever energy he stored up to bail the kids out of danger: -He wasted his energy vs TeslaJellymon and Angoramon in his first appearance and crapped out. -He blew his load in Arukenimon's mouth his second outing and had to go nap nap. -He struggled to try and come out to fight Myotismon but just hadn't stored up enough juice to be able to override Gammamon, lucky Cannoweismon happened so he could conserve his strength. -He saved Hiro and Ruli from Oroboromon AND got a large colorful Snickety Snack out of it, now wise enough to know to keep storing power. -He's been stockpiling juice for a while and feels he's ready to just threaten Hiro into syncing with him vs TonosamaGekomon, now becoming impatient. It falls through with minimal energy loss as he just brute forces' TonosamaGeko. -Finally back in the digital world he's bidded his time and preserved enough energy to completely overpower Gammamon, and take back his body, plus awesome zombie army, Which took over a year of napping in Gammamon and occasionally dipping into that energy store. That's really all that the writers had to do was make it so that his time in control of the body was too limited after each time he drained his battery for that conversation to happen, and by the time he had a more extended reserve he had better plans to roll off of. "Fuck it, we ball."

It's one of the most frustrating elements of GG, because of everything we canonically know about Gulus he really had no reason NOT to talk to them, especially when they had longer than an in-universe year to do so, and Hiro was already early on receptive to communication with Gulus, and the only reason he didn't pursue it was that Kiyoshiro advised against it out of fear.

Pretty much just... rebellious Gammamon levels of misbehaving on a daily basis around the house. Purposely breaking things. Taking bites into non edible things and denying having done it despite the teeth marks lining up to him and not Gammamon, just anything that can be viewed as threatening and disruptive without technically breaking any of the 100 some odd rules Gammamon regurgitated for him to follow. But then when hologram ghost situations occur and Gulus gets a turn to show he can be a good boy (He can't) and handles things in the worst way, like Picking Hiro up into the air mid combat, because Kaus can bring Hiro to an aerial fight so why can't he? Only to just drop Hiro mid-air so he can use both his hands in combat, Hiro on barely being caught by Angora or Jelly, showing Gulus can't behave in a house setting and he can't responsibly be a team player in combat. Kiyo feels he hasn't changed. Ruli can see improvement, little as it may be but doesn't trust that Gulus isn't just waiting to cause trouble again, as he is very patient, while Hiro and Gamma are the only ones who can tell he is genuinely trying, even if passive aggressively.

Honestly, episodic shows that have a larger strung together plot in the background while the highlight is just "What are we going to do today?" Are my favorite kinds of shows. They often overlap with "Slice of life, but with a twist" and I think that's what propelled Digimon Ghost Game into one of my favorite Digimon Series overall.

That said, I do agree that I wish that at least the ending was a bit more Serialized because... it's the big finale to that plot string in the background this whole time? And both what is going on in the Digital world with our protags AND what is going on with all the refugee digimon in the human world had great potential to be interesting stories on their own. Both feel a bit half baked though because once again, the pieces of something awesome are there, the writers just didn't use it. Honestly related but that's like one of the endings to Digimon Survive, I think it was the Wrathful ending, where it becomes a distopian world, Kemonogami are leaking into the human world, not everyone finds their partner but some do, the government doesn't see the difference or care about good or bad mon, and the survive kids kinda go on to become freedom fighters to try and protect the now outlawed Partnered kids from ending up like Aoi did. And I'm like.... That's an interesting story, how dare you end it there. Make a whole series with this concept?

Okay but boy is a camping wilderness survivor who probably enters some kind of Lumberjack games every year. This kid could dead lift Gulus and he'd be like "WHUT THE FUCK HOW CAN YOU DO THAT?" And Hiro would be like "I eat straight meal worms for protein and chop wood for fun! Get your flannel shirt cape and lemme show you how to knock down a tree with nothing but a spork, a toothpick, and a canadian beaver!"

New headcanon: For badass Gulus is he is surprisingly easy to bugs bunny into submission. The gang just never had the chance to realize that.

#digimon #digimon ghost game #kc answers stuff

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talesofstyles · 4 years ago

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Good Morning Indeed

absolutely no plot whatsoever, just a bit of husband and dad harry in the midst of the family’s morning chaos 😂

Harry

“Go get the condom on.”

“I’ll pull out, I promise.”

“Your pull out game is weak.”

“Oi, them’s fightin’ words.”

“There’s a reason we’ve got six kids.” Says the missus with a roll of those pretty—but sometimes deadly (please don’t tell her I said this)—eyes. “‘Sides, I’ve just changed the sheets yesterday. You are not coming on the sodding sheets.”

“Fine,” I sigh and reach down to the bedside table. Why is the drawer filled with sodding Duplo and those tiny, pricey Sylvanian Family bunnies? I’m guessing kid number two, three and four have something to do with that. A few more seconds of rummaging before I finally found my treasure in the very back of the drawer. I lay on my back as I sheath myself up, and seeing as I’m already here… might as well, right? I smirk at her as I say, “hop on then.”

“Fat chance that,” she mutters. “Do I have to take off my top?”

“Nah,” I shake my head, it’s cold, and I’m a considerate husband. “A flash will do. Just give me a visual.”

She rolls up my shirt that she wears to sleep, a really old white rolling stones t-shirt that has two holes and a loose thread hanging on for dear life from the hem. She looks homeless. Gorgeous homeless though.

“Nice,” I flash her a boyish grin, like a teenage boy seeing his first pair of tits. “You’ve got great racks.”

“You’re just saying that…”

I know what she sees when she looks at herself in the mirror and I wish she could look at herself through my eyes.

“Hey, don’t you dare. My babies grew in that body, that’s everything.”

Her tender smile hits me right in the gut. “I love you.”

“Love me enough to ride me?” I say with a playful flick to one nipple.

“Nice try.”

“I love you,” I mutter near her mouth and give her a searing kiss. I run my tongue over her bottom lip, then I kiss her down her neck, her cleavage and her breasts. I slowly circle one nipple, and she giggles, knowing it’s a well-rehearsed move that is guaranteed to do what’s needed. See, her tits are kind of like start buttons. No matter the situation, a little attention to those bad boys switches things around real quick. Her head slams back against the pillow. And she moans, holding my head in place.

We’ve got ignition lads.

I nestle my body on top of hers, and there’s a bit of wayward angling and poking until I find my way inside of her. And then it’s on. Two bodies writhing on the bed. My hips rotate in long, slow circles.

“Bollocks!”

“What? The condom isn’t broken, is it?”

“No, it’s bin day. I forgot to take out the recycling bin.”

“S’fine, we’ve got time before the school run.”

The bin’s sorted, back to the shag…

I slide my hands under her, bringing us closer. Rocking us faster. My forehead hovers close to hers and I open my eyes so I can watch. What can I say? I’m greedy like that. I want to soak up every gasp, every flicker of pleasure across her face. Pleasure I’m giving her.

Her breathing changes. It turns panting and desperate, and I know she’s close. I move harder, grinding against her, inside her, with every forward push. Warms sparks tickle my spine and heat spreads down until every nerve in my body is shaking. I slam inside her, burying deep as her hips jerk upward. She spasms hard around me, gripping me tight.

I rock back my hips and pull almost all the way out, but then I freeze. Because a dreaded sound echoes across the room, grabbing our full attention. It’s coming from the baby monitor. It’s a rustling, the sound of cotton rubbing cotton. Like snipers in the jungle, we don’t move a muscle. We don’t say a word. We wait, until the rustling stops. And all is quiet again.

Too bad it’s not for long. Because two thrusts in, a light comes on in the landing. Followed by small footsteps heading down the stairs. Shit.

“Harry, just come already. They’ll all be up soon.”

“I’m close… don’t rush it, you’re scaring it away.”

She grinds her hips. Also another well-rehearsed move that she knows will get me off. But I freeze again, because there’s a second set of footsteps and the sound of a toilet flushing. Oh, and the babies next door are starting to whimper.

Great.

“I’M HUNGRY!” That’s James, darling little cockblocker number four who likes to be fed on time. He’s three.

“WE’LL BE OUT IN A SECOND!” My wife shouts over my shoulder. “Harry for the love of god-”

I pick up the rhythm. Small beads of sweat form on my brow. She grinds her hips again, and I try to focus. “Just like that, fuck, keep doing that.”

“Sshh, keep your voice down.”

“IS THERE ANY BREAD THAT ISN’T 50/50?” That’s Eleanor, child number two. She’s seven, and she’s one of those children who seem to possess a discernible palate that knows when we’ve changed brands of baked beans or attempt to bring sugar-free fruit squash through the doors.

“IT’S THE SAME,” I reply.

“NO, IT’S NOT. DO WE HAVE OTHER FOOD?”

“THERE ARE SHREDDIES.”

“DON’T LIKE ‘EM.”

“PORRIDGE.”

“I’M NOT A BEAR!”

Honestly, seven-year-olds gunning for a fight this early in the morning can go do one.

The babies are starting to gather volume next door so I try to focus again. It only takes a few more thrusts before ecstasy wrecks my body, making me shudder. I press my lips against her neck as I come back down to earth. But I don’t move yet. I know we should get going because things are already chaotic outside our door, but I just don’t have the will yet. I’m considering going back to sleep for a minute or two. She won’t mind, will she? Well, I’m wrong. Because she proceeds to perform the move that seems to amuse every sodding woman on earth. And causes every man to squeal like a bloody pig. Without warning, she uses her powerful muscle to squeeze my extremely sensitive cock.

Girls, grab a piece of paper and write this down. I’m speaking on behalf of every man to walk on earth here; we hate that. We don’t think it’s funny.

I jerk back, pull out, and roll off her. I try to look annoyed as she giggles, and obviously I fail, because that freshly fucked, flushed-face makes it impossible not to grin back.

“CAN I HAVE JAFFA CAKE?” That’s Victoria, child number three. She’s five, and she’s yelling as she thunders up the stairs.

“JAFFA CAKE ISN’T BREAKFAST,” my wife shouts back as she sits up and hands me a nappy sack. “Harry…”

I wrap up the condom with it and toss it to the bin. “You’ve just taken me life force, woman, give me a moment.”

“CUSTARD CREAM?”

“NO.” We shout in unison.

“HOBNOB THEN?”

“STAY AWAY FROM THE BISCUIT TIN!”

“You want to wrestle a biscuit-hunting kid out of a cupboard and 50/50 bread drama or fussy babies with full nappies?”

“Babies.” I hear a small child get whacked by a sibling downstairs and I feel like I may have got the better deal here.

Next door, the twins are not happy. They’re six months old now, and they’re both teething. Thing one glares at me as I walk into their nursery and thing two stares at me stroppily from the corner of her cot. Their cheeks are scarlet, and thing one proceeds to bark at me like a seal. I pick his warm, sleepy, cuddly body and cradle it close to mine as I lay him down on the changing table. I smell the dampness. It’s definitely wee. He’s soaked through, I think I didn’t tuck his willy in when I last changed him around three in the morning so it sprayed in some upward motion and drenched his clothes. See, this is why girls are better than boys. There’s no way they can pee upwards.

After I put a fresh nappy and a change of clothes, I put him down on the rug so he can wiggle around while I grab his sister and sort her out. After six kids, I’m definitely a pro with baby duty and can practically change their clothes one-handed. The whole thing takes only a few minutes.

I cuddle the babies on each side as I walk downstairs and into the kitchen. They immediately reach out to their mum who’s cracking some eggs as soon as they spot her, knowing she’s the only one who can cure their hunger this morning.

“Uniforms!” She says to the big kids as she takes one baby into her arms. “We’ll do breakfast after. Please, please, please…”

Desperate pleas lead them to saunter out and up the stairs. I follow my wife into the living room and hand her the other baby as she plops down on the couch. She rolls up her shirt and the babies latch instantly. Tandem nursing is harder now that they’re a little older and aware of their surroundings. They’re trying to scratch each other’s faces as they nurse. “Oi, what’s this? You each get a tit, stop fighting.”

They seem to somehow listen to me and have stopped trying to poke each other’s eyeballs. We’ll see how long that lasts. “Finish the eggs?”

I nod. “I’m on it.”

I brew some coffee, finish the scrambled eggs, and pop the slices after slices of bread in the toaster. Breakfast is done just in time as my wife walks back into the kitchen with two full and happy babies. She puts them in their high chairs and I scoop a bit of eggs on each of their trays for them to nibble on.

George appears back in the kitchen clad in his uniform with his also dressed brother trailing behind. We always lay his clothes the night before on his bed and he gets dressed all by himself in the morning. And he’s getting better at it, seeing he only missed a button on his shirt.

“Hi mate,” I say as I fix his button and he flashes a toothy grin at me. I plop him down on the chair, he’s graduated from the high chair now but still uses a booster seat.

“No toast!”

“What do you want then?”

“Chee-yos?”

I nod before I grab a handful of cheerios and set them on his plate next to his eggs. Then I take a few steps back across the table. “Hey, James, set it up.”

He flashes me another toothy grin before he opens his mouth wide and keeps it open. I hold a single Cheerio between my fingers while I bend my knees and bounce my hand as if I were dribbling a basketball. “Three seconds left on the clock, down by one. Styles got the ball. He fakes left, he drives in, he shoots…”

I toss the Cheerios in a high arc. It lands right into his mouth.

“He scores! The crowd goes wild!”

James holds both hands over his head. “Core!”

“Viv stole the biscuit tin, you know? She ate three jammie dodgers upstairs.” Eleanor says as she walks in with book bags and school shoes.

George, seeing his sister walks in, proceeds to open his mouth wide and flashes her the half-chewed eggs on his tongue. It’s his current thing and it annoys his sisters to death. The young’uns think differently though as they double over in laughter.

“Eeewww!” She shrieks. “You’re so gross!”

“VICTORIA, PUT THAT BISCUIT TIN DOWN AND GET YOUR BUTT IN THE KITCHEN! AND GO GET THEM HAIR TIE THINGIES…”

“I didn’t have any biscuits!” She yells and runs down the stairs.

This kid is the quintessential daddy’s girl. She climbs up onto my lap right away, handing me the brush and a hair tie.

“See, poppet, I would’ve believed you if you didn’t leave evidence all over your face,” I arch one of my eyebrows as I sweep a speck of raspberry jam on the corner of her mouth.

“You always do a ponytail,” she huffs.

“Either that or I give you a bowl cut with kitchen scissors. I reckon that fruit bowl will do. Your choice.”

“Can I have some more eggs?” George asks with his mouth full of his last bite.

“God, that’s like your third serving,” Eleanor grumbles.

“Nag.”

At that insult, Eleanor flings a piece of toast like a ninja. Before George can retaliate, my wife gives them both the look.

“Viv, will you at least have some eggs?”

“No.”

“Fine,” my wife sighs. “I’m gonna get changed then.”

I glance at the clock and, well, shit, I should get dressed too. “Can you lot watch the babies and try not to kill each other for the next five minutes?”

“Five quid each?” Eleanor tries to negotiate. “Babysitting isn’t supposed to be free, you know? That sounds like child labour to me.”

Bollocks.

“Two quid each,” I give her my dad look that says the offer is final and indisputable.

“Deal.”

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daddyelliott1979 · 2 years ago

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Our lives are full of moments, some of them are big, many are small; all of them have the power to change the course of our lives and shape our reality.

A chain of events recently led me in a whole new direction, and it started just over a year ago.

In began with me quite unexpectedly growing a beard!

This beard has made me feel more confident, people, particularly clients (if you don't know I'm an international healer and teacher), said I appeared more kind.

I even got called a hot Daddy a couple times!

And that's when things really began to change- could I actually be a daddy?

It made me reflect on the train wreck that was all my former experiences with Daddy's- I like the idea of being submissive, but on my terms and definitely not long term - I'm too rebellious, too independent!

Through a series of events exploring a more Daddy head space, and lots of denials, someone finally entered my life who has changed the very fabric of how I see myself!

I should say someone I reconnected with.

At first we talked about an "us" as big brother/little brother but over a weekend he displayed so much vulnerability.

As he shared much of himself, it became quite apparent that he had a massive heart, and more than anything else I wanted to protect, care for and nurture that heart.

There was a conversation just a few days of talking (neither of us can remember what it was), but he jokingly called me Daddy in response - and it absolutely melted my heart!

And that was that moment that I accepted that I do indeed have a Daddy inside me and I wanted to explore it with this littleone!

He's very special! And he's increasingly becoming more special to me!

He's spent the last few days with me, we have slowly explored us as Daddy and boy - and quite frankly I have loved every minute of it!

And even though I have some how managed to hurt my foot (it's so painful that pain killers don't touch it), I have not relented. I have changed him, bathed him, dressed him and put him to bed, all without complaint.

I have held him close, snuggled with him, he even has developed his favourite way of laying on me- across my lap, bum in the air for nappy pats, with his head on the arm of the sofa! I love giving him those bum pats!

The combination of my experience as a little, my experience of being a Dad (I have 24 year old son) and my new Daddy headspace, I have developed a wider perspective!

And quite frankly I can't understand all these so called Daddy's who breeze in and out of a kiddos life- how could you not want this, one boy who looks to you, looks up to you and looks for you!

One boy more than any other who craves and needs your presence. One boy who lights up when you hold them, when you speak hushed tones or tell them "no"!

I absolutely love and adore being a Daddy! It's just magickal!

So here's to the moments that change us, the boys who captivate us, and to the special boys who steal a piece of our soul and melt us!!

And heres to the very special boy currently lying in my nursery, who looks so peaceful clutching his bear, so innocent and pure- who's yearning for that special Daddy, compels my own desire to shield and protect from a cold and harsh world!

The future is never set, the outcome never garunteed, but the journey is a powerful experience of self exploration and growth!

Here's too the awakening of who we really are!

Much love!

PS there's nothing quite like peering over a cot to watch your precious little one sleep, wondering what he's dreaming about. Noticing he's lost his dummy and given it to him as he unconsciously opens his mouth to allow you to place it inside - magick moments!

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akisunlovesnalu · 3 years ago

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Alien Boy- Chapter 2

“You’re supposed to show me where to go.”

“I’m supposed to-” The blond stuttered incoherently. “I’ve never been outside of the Heartfilia estate before you kidnapped me!”

“Why not? The door was wide open!”

“The wall was wide open and that’s because you came crashing through it!!”

Or: Lucy Heartfilia's life is thrown into chaos and confusion when a strange creature bursts through her wall and destroys her family mansion.

Chapter 2:

“I think I figured it out”

“What?” Lucy growled.

The boy turned his head to the side curiously, raising an eyebrow at her aggressive response. “Why you hate me so much; It’s cuz of your room isn’t it?”

Lucy growled again, biting her tongue in irritation. They’ve only been walking a few hours, although to her it felt like days. The Heartfilia’s were a very wealthy family. As a way to ensure they were perfectly safe, her parents decided to place their mansion in the middle of the woods.

Not creepy at all.

Currently the two were treading through narrow tree paths, Lucy trying with all her might to get used to her annoying extraterrestrial companion.

Apparently his name was Natsu and he came from the planet Ishgar. His dad was a freaking Dragon and the last thing he remembered before he came to earth was himself and the rest of his ‘guild’ in the middle of a battle with powerful demon knights who sought to overthrow every planet in the galaxy and probably beyond...

Either this dude was playing a prank on her or he was just a very open book.

But seeing as he had a tail, could transform into whatever the hell that thing was, and manage to burn down her room with fire coming out of his body… that was the most normal thing he had told her so far.

Still, Lucy was very stubborn and in denial.

“There’s no way that’s true.” she had said, kicking her feet at a rock in frustration. “If that’s the case then you can’t possibly be an alien! That’s something that comes straight out of fairy tales!!”

“I never said I was an alien, my name is Natsu.” he stared at her like she was the stupidest person on earth before muttering “Weirdo” under his breath. Which was pretty surprising considering she was the ONLY PERSON ON EARTH THAT HE KNEW-

If you couldn't tell, Lucy was at the last straw.

“What? Are you hungry or something?” The boy glanced back at her, holding a branch aside in an attempt to move forward. Lucy stared back at him, an equal amount of confusion on her face.

“What are you talking about?”

“You said you were at the last straw. Ya hungry?” He asked again. Oh right, how could she forget. The dang alien could read minds. How much more cliche could this get?

“I thought I told you to turn that off!” She hissed. Natsu rolled his eyes, gesturing for her to continue walking as he impatiently bounced the branch he was holding.

“I told ya, I don’t read minds. You're just a weirdo who likes to talk to herself.” Not true by the way. Lucy couldn't possibly talk to herself since she normally has no one to talk to anyways.

“Weirdo~” She heard him taunt as he let the branch go. The blond flinched away, the sharp stick flying past her face and making her aware of the injury it would have caused. It probably would have only left a scratch but still, she glared at the boy in warning.

They continued to walk forward, it felt as if the moon had been illuminating the sky for days now. Lucy was so tired.

“You wanna take a break?” He asked smugly, halting his heavy footsteps and looking her up and down. The heartfilia girl was dressed in a tight pink t-shirt, small gray shorts that comfortably hugged her waist, and Natsu’s gigantic sandals. The forest was no place for bare human feet, no way would she risk hundreds of tiny rocks and twigs stabbing through her feet.

That, however, didn’t seem to stop the tiny rocks and splintered sticks from tangling themselves in her nappy hair. She most likely looked like a clown right now and it was obvious, Natsu was thriving off of that thought alone.

“Can we just- why am I even here right now?”

Here, as in currency right in front of an empty highway. It was hard to tell exactly what time it was, but by the lack of heavy amounts of sweat dripping off of Lucy’s figure and the small slimmer of sunlight peeking out behind parted trees and leaves, it was obviously close to sunrise.

A small furry bunny maneuvered its way around some trees on the other side of the street, catching the attention of the pink haired boy who finally decided to answer her question. “You’re supposed to show me where to go.”

“I’m supposed to-” The blond stuttered incoherently. “I’ve never been outside of the Heartfilia estate before you kidnapped me!”

“Why not? The door was wide open!”

“The wall was wide open and that’s because you came crashing through it!!”

The alien swished his tail irritably, crossing his arms in a childish manner. His lips perked up into a pout as he murmured: “What about before that?”

Lucy felt her eyes widen, stunned by his sudden shift in mood. It was beginning to get more and more confusing trying to figure out what his master plan was.

For one, he was way too stupid to come up with a briliant evil plan to dominate an entire planet. That only took her a few minutes to find out.

And secondly, he was just… too nice. Yes, he did break through her wall, burn down her room and kidnap her. (She would make sure to hold that against him) But throughout their whole exploration within the forest, he has been nothing but gentle with her. (Aside from a few teasing remarks and that branch from earlier) With the sincerity in his voice now, she couldn't help but soften her murderous glare.

“My dad has high surveillance cameras and security placed all throughout the estate.” She whispered, looking out towards the deserted street in a dream-like state. “I told you, my parents were paranoid. I wouldn’t have been able to get out if I tried”

Natsu took his time replying, observing the way her eyes darkened and her lips turned down into a frown. He felt himself doing the same thing. “What do ya think they were afraid of?”

“Afraid of…?” the girl silently repeated, snapping out of her thoughts and staring at a tree, unstably rocking its head from side to side. “I’m not sure. My father works a lot so…”

“Work?”

“Oh right” She rolled her eyes. “You’re an alien so I should probably explain. Work is basically a job that you apply for. By doing something beneficial to society you get paid in currency. That would help you buy essential needs like a house, a car, food, water, electricity- you get the idea”

Natsu made a sound of interest, looking at her with a burning curiosity. “Like a guild! What do your parents do?”

“Father…” Lucy chuckled bitterly. “Father used to work with momma at Eclipse, the world's most advanced space research building. My father owns it now and that's where he spends all of his time.”

The boy hesitated before speaking again. It seems that bringing up her mom is a sensitive topic. He’d have to keep that in mind for later. He opened his mouth to speak, pink locks blowing in the direction of the wind's ominous whispers.

“Well-”

“None of that really matters anyway.” The blond snapped, returning to the piercing glare that she wore earlier. Natsu clicked his teeth and swung his tail in annoyance. He sighed.

“What do you need me for?” she growled.

“Why’re you so pissy all of a sudden?” He barked. “It’s much nicer to be around you when you're not being a jerk.”

“That's the point you idiot!-”

“Well look what we have here” A dark voice chuckled from behind the two. They froze, goosebumps running down their arms as the wind took another sharp turn, forcefully bending the branches of various trees.

The blond one of the two began to panic, expertly running a series of excuses through her head while sneaking an attempt at opening her eyes. Natsu however went straight into a defensive pose, fist out in front of him as best he could with the cold breeze blocking his usual expert vision.

“W-were sorry if this is trespassing sir we were just-” the wind picked up, cutting her off in the middle of her sentence. Where on earth did all of this wind come from?

“Found you,” The man spoke again this time from… above them!? “E.N.D”

“Um…” Lucy backed away slowly, feeling her way behind a rocking tree. Hesitantly, she opened her eyes observing the view of what she assumed was a tornado. That’s what it had to be right? The whole place looked like it had just been hit by… a meteor. Grass had been pulled up off of the ground in several irregular spots while bushes littered the floor creating a scene similar to her room (minus the fire.) And who the heck was E.N.D?

“I-I think you’ve got the wrong person-”

“Lucy,” Natsu said, now standing protectively beside her. “Can you fight?”

“Can I-” The blond shook her head, glaring at the alien with malice. “Why the hell would I need to fight!?”

“Just answer me!”

“N-no” Lucy pursed her lips, holding her tongue in an attempt to silence her rebellious side. Not once since she’s met the boy had Natsu yelled at her in the way he just did. A surprising fact seeing as he threatened to destroy the world if she didn’t go with him. Using the great amount of common sense that the girl had been raised with, she shut her mouth, waiting for him to tell her what to do next.

“Stay close.” He finally spoke, grunting as the wind blew harder. Lucy nodded in understanding, excepting the way he gently pushed her behind him. Of course with the air being as angry as it was, the push was less than gentle.

“Why are you hiding, Natsu?” The man purred, his voice seemingly coming from every direction. She had thought she heard a growl erupt from within the pink-haired boy's throat but decided against registering the thought due to the fact that the wind had stopped.

Silence.

The air that had once revoked her vision and clouded her hearing had stopped.

There was no noise except for her and Natsu’s heavy breathing. The tree’s returned to their normal vertical forms, although some of them were stuck in a slightly tilted position. Natsu’s hair resembled a pile of dark pink cotton candy, a feat Lucy would have found funny if not for her rapidly beating heart. Besides, her own hair probably looked way worse. She had other things to worry about though.

It seems as if the man...had just left.

Great. Mission complete. Nice work. Crisis averted… right?

Wrong.

In the blink of an eye, a being that Lucy refused to believe had similar attributes to Natsu stood before them… well, hovered before them.

The girl wasn’t sure if she should be more shocked about his inhuman ability to float or the fact that he had just chopped down a very thick tree with a long, sharp, dangerous looking scythe.

His hair spiked aloft his thin shoulders with a few strands falling out of order, forming the shape of a bang. A strange blue symbol adorned his shoulders, snaking its way past his biceps and towards his midsection, stopping just above his belly button.

His deep, black, lifeless eyes fit perfectly with the crazed grin that had settled itself on his face. And of course in his hands, he held the strangely decorated scythe- Oh sweet baby Jesus, what the hell has her life become!?

“Oh my, what a mean look you’ve got there.” The man chuckled as he took in Natsu’s fierce glare. He set the sharp end of his scythe on the ground, leaning on the bottom of it with his hands propping up his chin. He rolled his eyes when Natsu refused to answer, instead turning his gaze onto the girl cowering behind him.

He raised an interested eyebrow, reaching out to take a strand of her hair between his fingertips. “Who’s your friend?”

Natsu slapped his hand away, growling and pushing Lucy further behind him with his tail. The girl complied, burying her face into his back and fisting the fabric of his vest. What the hell was happening!?

“Ah, whatever.” The man sat up, holding his weapon over his shoulders. “Zeref needs you back. Somehow your chip was broken and…” He grinned, hungrily licking his lips.

“Since I had been placed on Earth, it’s my job to bring you back.” He raised his hand, slowly pointing a long finger somewhere behind the boy. “Can’t wait for this promotion!”

And the wind picked up it’s speed again; this time aiming directly for Lucy. If he were a normal human being, Natsu would have missed it. He wouldn’t have seen the way the man's finger gestured behind him. He wouldn’t have smelled the slight shift in the air around them. He wouldn't have heard the subtle 'woosh' sound coming from his left.

But Natsu did.

He noticed all of these things and managed to get Lucy out of the way before the bastard in front of them was able to cause any severe damage. Key word: Severe. He may have pulled Lucy out of the way on time, but the damage was already done. Blood pooled down her pale arm, rushing away from the deep gash embedded in her shoulder. Natsu winced at the coppery smell. That would definitely leave a mark… At least until they found a healer close by.

“Bastard!” He growled. “Your opponent is me!” The man laughed, throwing his weapon over his shoulder and sending Natsu a maniacal grin.

“The names Erigor. And my opponent,” he repeated mockingly. “Is anyone who dares interfere!” He shot another sharp string of air at Lucy, this time aiming for her stomach. She hastily dodged, lucky enough for it to barely miss her by an inch.

Natsu sucked in a breath, turning to his opponent with threatening glare. “Fire Dragon's Roar!” He cried, letting loose a large breath of fire from his mouth. Lucy shrieked, jumping away in fear and falling flat on her butt. She stared at him in shock, gripping her heart as it continued to beat faster.

“F-Fire!” She cried, drawing the attention of both men. “Y-you just shot fire out of your mouth!”

Natsu’s jaw dropped in shock. “That’s what you're complaining about!?”

“What do you expect me to do!?” She snapped. “You just shot fire out of your mouth!”

“This dude has been attacking us with air since he showed up!”

“You can’t blame me! I’ve been seeing some pretty weird shit since you crashed through my wall and almost burned my house down!”

“Another reason why you shouldn't be so shocked that I can breathe fire!”

“Pay attention to the fight!” Erigor hissed, having taken that moment of distraction to target Lucy once again. Natsu snapped out of his momentary stupor and jumped in, somehow blocking the air with another ring of fire.

“As fun as this is,” The boy hopped around, making sure to stay close to Lucy but far enough to where he wouldn't get hit. “I think it’s time we end this.”

Erigor narrowed his eyes. “I was just thinking the same thing.”

He raised his arms above his head, moving them so that they form an ‘X’ and grinning down at the two. “Emera Baram!”

The air blew fast and cold. The sky around them turned gray as plenty of clouds jumbled together forming some weird circle shape.

Only in the distance was Natsu able to see the subtle peek of the sun. And just barely at that. Having never experienced something as simple as a thunderstorm, Lucy was in awe. That was until the wind speed picked up, barreling towards her and her alien companion at unimaginable speeds.

Her face felt like it was on fire. Like if she even attempted to unclench her tightly clenched jaw, it would be ripped right out of her face. She desperately struggled to cover her face, too scared to move any other part of her body in fear of some deadly injury. The girl let out a scream as little pieces of rocks and sticks flew around her, scratching as much of her exposed skin as it could. She could faintly hear Natsu scream out her name causing her to squint open one of her eyes.

Panic took over her mind as she saw just why Natsu sounded so afraid. There, hurling towards her at inhuman speeds was a tree. And no, not a small one that could rival a branch. This tree was huge in both width and height… and it was coming right at her…

And there was nothing she could do.

Nothing but watch and wait for her inevitable doom. Nothing but let small salty droplets of water pour from her eyes and mix around with the dirt and rock currently trying to kill her. She could do nothing but close her eyes as the tree blocked her vision of what could have been a beautiful sunrise. Not that she’d ever know. Because this was where she died.

How ironic. Facing two near death experiences two mornings in a row. She chuckled bitterly, the sound hidden beneath all of the raging wind before… it all stopped.

All of the noise, all of the pain and all of her worries. All of it just.. Stopped. And for a moment Lucy actually believed she was dead. That she may have been knocked out on impact and her soul instantly transported to wherever it went when she died. But that wasn’t the case. Because if it was… why the hell was it so cold?

As she peeked open one of her eyes, she finally understood just why everything had suddenly been frozen to the spot. And not just metaphorically. No… everything was literally frozen in ice. Including the man that had come so close to ending her life.

Lucy let out a sound somewhere between a relieved sigh and a sob. Without warning her shaking legs collapsed beneath her, dirt painfully rubbing against her cuts. She shuttered, inhaling and exhaling loudly as Natsu cautiously made his way towards her.

“Thank goodness...” She trembled, hearing him release a shaky breath. While she struggled to keep her breathing in check, Natsu kneeled in front of her, ripping the sleeve off of his left arm and tying it around the blond’s injured shoulder. She flinched and stiffened but allowed Natsu to continue.

As she finally calmed down Natsu helped her stand up, turning around with a wide grin on his face.

“Thanks a bunch, Gray.”

Ch.1

Ch.3

#fairy tail natsu #nalu #nalu fanfic #natsu dragneel #lucy fairy tail #lucy heartifilla #natsu x lucy #alienboy

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xhanisai · 4 years ago

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got any Lovesquare headcanons for any AUs you havent had the chance to work on in a while?

Actually, I do! Remember the really old doodles I did of Chibi Noir and Chibi Bug?

This Chibi AU is something I’ve always wanted to expand on as a comic but never got the chance to do so- I may go off tangent here lel

- They are equivalent to sprites/chao/fairy. They suddenly appeared in Marinette’s and Adrien’s life after they’ve been working as heroes for a while solely because their love for each other is SO strong, that the magic was able to create these chibis.

- They are no bigger than a newborn baby but they are still quite a challenge to hide from other people. They make only little sounds; Chibi Noir meows like a kitten and Chibi Bug only hums quietly. The latter is so much more shy and quiet than the former.

- Chibi Noir appeared first in Marinette’s room because Adrien has deep down inside, acknowledged his romantic feelings for her which are on the same par as his feelings for Ladybug. Of course, Marinette was freaked out at first but she was quick to fall for Chibi Noir’s cuteness and pretty much adopted him as her own son/pet? The only explanation that Tikki gave for the being’s existence is that it’s because Ladybug’s and Chat Noir’s partnership is very, very strong. (She’ll give the full explanation after the reveal).

- Marinette has named him Chaton Noir and loves him a lot. He’s very attached to her, a glutton for sweets and loves cuddling her. He also hates that he has to hide away from other people and would sometimes cause trouble. Basically an equivalent to a naughty kitten. Regardless, Marinette can’t stay mad at him for long and is thankful that he’s there with her.

- Marinette also has no choice but to bring him along to akuma fights and patrols because a) Chaton wouldn’t let her leave him alone and would cling to her leg with watery eyes, b) If she did leave him alone at home, there’s 100% chance that he would be found out by her parents or that he’d sneak out looking for her and get lost.

- So, the night after Chaton appeared, Ladybug brought him with her to patrol to meet her partner and explain what’s been going on. Chat’s first reaction:

“...WE HAVE A KID!? HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE!?!?? MON DIEU- I have no idea how to be a Papa! I haven’t even done any research and I don’t even know how to change nappies and-”

“Chat Noir-”

“-I will also cover every expense fee and love him the way he deserves-”

“Ch-aaaaat-”

“-And I will also most definitely look for a job but I also don’t mind being a stay at home dad- hey wait! I could be a stay at home dad, Buguinette-”

“CHAT NOIR.”

- Of course, Ladybug finally corrects him and explains what really happened. At first, Chat is awed by Chaton’s existence and marvels about how cool all of this is, however, he does start to get irritated with how close and sweet the being was with Ladybug. He’s even miffed by the fact that he doesn’t have his own Chibi rendition of his Lady.

- Chaton Noir is also a little shit and loves teasing Chat Noir and riling him up. They have a love-hate dynamic.

“Why does HE get to kiss you and get kisses in return???”

“Because he’s cute and I love him,”

“I’m cute too! Why don’t you love me!? ;A; ”

“My Lady, he stuck his tongue out at me!”

“So? Just ignore him,”

“MY LADY!?”

“Bug...You let HIM take a bath with YOU!?!? WHAT!?!?!”

“Your point?”

“OH I HAVE A MILLION POINTS TO MAKE!”

- Chaton Noir helps out a tad during akuma battles. Though he’s not capable of any sort of power, he can distract the villains. No matter how many times Ladybug tries to keep him in a place where it’s safe, he always runs out to try and help. Many times, he ends up in trouble and gets saved by Chat Noir. So just imagine an annoyed Chat leaping away with the Chibi held by the crook of his arm lmao.

- It’s only a few weeks after Chaton Noir’s appearance does Chibi Bug finally come to life (this is because Marinette is no longer in denial of her feelings for her partner). Adrien wakes up to the sight of an annoyed Plagg and the new Chibi fast asleep on his pillow. It took the boy everything to not squeal out loud like an obsessed fangirl.

“Plagg! I finally have a daughter!”

“You know that’s not how it works, kid.”

“I’m gonna name her Baby Bug!”

“...You better not give her any of MY cheese.”

- When Baby Bug finally woke up, she was quick to run away and hide from Adrien’s super excited face. He didn’t give up. He managed to coax her out with his hidden stash of sweets and she allowed him to pet her hair. At that moment, Adrien dramatically vowed that he would die for her, ignoring Plagg’s grumbles on “I never saw you pledging that to ME, a literal GOD.”

- Despite Plagg’s annoyances at first, he too fell for the Chibi and also vowed that he’d protect her no matter what. This happened because whilst he was eating cheese mid-air, he accidentally dropped it, only for Baby Bug to catch it and give it back to him.

- Baby Bug is very well behaved, full of affection, loves to draw and create. She also has a strange habit of eating flowers (especially if they’re full of aphids). She does have a mischievous side, especially with her impromptu hide and seek games and “borrowing” Adrien’s belongings (mainly his phone UwU).

- She hates Gabriel Agreste. She hates how upset he makes Adrien so whenever Gabe is mentioned or if she hears him or sees him, she pulls a face.

- Chat Noir obviously couldn’t wait to show her off to Ladybug. They met up at a late patrol with Chat arriving like a proud father.

“Miau, My Lady! Meet our daughter!”

“Chat, how many times do I have to tell you that THAT’S not how it works- oh- Oh! Oh wow! She’s so cute!!!”

“I know right!?”

“Mon Dieu she is so adorable!!!”

“YES! Her name is Baby Bug!”

“SO CUTE!”

- Chaton Noir is a bit confused with all of this at first, even gets stupidly jealous with seeing Ladybug fawning over someone else that’s not him to the point where he hisses at Baby Bug. The little shit makes her cry.

“Why you!? My Lady, you need to teach YOUR son some manners- hmmph!”

“Quoi!? Why don’t you teach YOUR daughter to stop being a crybaby!? It was only an itty bitty hiss!”

- Thankfully, Ladynoir quickly settles their bickering after they realised how silly they were being. Baby Bug manages to win Chaton Noir over by sharing a macaron with him.

- She regrets it now. He’s never stopped fawning over her and chasing her for a hug since then.

“Awww, don’t you think they remind you of us~?”

“They do, especially when I’m trying to get away from your terrible jokes, Minou~ :)”

“You love my jokes and you know it! >:(”

- During akuma battles, even Baby Bug refuses to sit still in a safe space and runs out to help Ladynoir. A lot of it is just keeping Chaton Noir out of trouble, however.

- Both Chibis also go to school with their holders, hiding in their school bags. They don’t like to be alone.

I think I went a bit overboard with this lmao...if you want a reveal with this AU or a different AU, feel free to ask lol :’D

#my asks #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug and chat noir #chibi au #my au #miraculous au #chibi noir #chibi bug #ladynoir #ladybug #chat noir #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #i know you wanted lovesquare but my brain just went LADYNOIR LADYNOIR

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oh-for-fic-sake · 4 years ago

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Two More Bedrooms

Masterlist

The baby is on his way and who better to help you through slow labor then nurse Paige!

Warnings: Swearing, Graphic birth sort of?, Terribly Written Birthing Scenes, Fluff! and humor

A/N: So this is the last one of these for a while guys got a few other things I want to concentrate on however I did enjoy writing this one had a right laugh! any way I hope you enjoy as always xx

Taglist: @two-unbeatable-beaters @thatgirly81 @angelofthorr @iloveyouyen @sofiebstar @thefangirlsblog

Henry opened the boot of the car with a groan. It was go time. Well not really he had finally got back from filming late. It was late October and he was running around doing his fatherly duty of putting together the furniture for his sons nursery. His son. Each time he said it he got a huge wave of fatherly pride. He was having a little boy, he would be here in a matter of days! Well he was due in just under ten days. Henry was ecstatic. And behind he had a lot of things to get done. Starting with the cot. You had been terrified that he wouldn't be home in time and it was to late in the pregnancy to fly out to him either and you'd already sorted out your birthing plan here! To say you'd got yourself in a state was an understatement especially with the drama at the nursery, but Henry was here now he had taken care of everything!. He heaved the first heavy box up the stairs you and Paige watching from the sidelines neither of you had let him see the nursery on the phone wanting to keep it a secret. As tempting as it was to do a dc theme you'd decided against it.

Paige wanted a 'zoo room' and well to be honest it was a better idea then your 'generic pale blue'. He walked into the large room smiling you'd both done a hell of a job...so some of the mural was tilted and out of line, he didn't care it was Paige's first time helping to hang wallpaper and he was damn proud of his little nugget!

It was incredible the largest back wall was a custom wallpaper mural it was a white background with strategically placed palm trees jungle vines an 'life sized' elephants, giraffes ,zebras you name it! In the trees there was monkeys and various brightly coloured parrots perched and in flight. The floor was sanded leaving it a lighter oak and the rest of the walls painted a very light sage colour. There was boxes and boxes of toys, soft furnishings and essentials packed n the far corner including a five foot tall giraffe teddy that Paige had wanted to buy the baby...That was just one of her many gifts to him.

Henry loved it and had praised the both of you for what you had achieved. Finally four trips later he had retrieved all of the furniture and it was now time to assemble. Moving he quickly unclipped his drill box flipping it open then turned when he heard the door open and saw Paige peeking in, she had a bowl of cut grapes and apples with her, he smiled you must have gave her snacks to come an watch.

"Hey Nugget..You want to help?" She nodded and walked over to him and sat down next to him still in her pajamas even though it was two in the afternoon. She had been relaxing with you on the sofa watching tv She watched carefully as he began to pull out the flat packed crib from the box.

"Hold the box for me okay..one..two..three....there we go!...see can you guess what this is?" She looked at it skeptically humming.

"Cot?" Henry chuckled nodding.

"That’s right this will be the cot and we have a changing table a wardrobe and chest of drawers to make....then We have to get the rocking chair from the snug in here....Do you know where everything is supposed to go in here?" She nodded popping another grape in her mouth then offered hi one. He smiled plucking a red grape from the top.

"Good because mummy isn't allowed in here until we are done!" She giggled at him and began the hard task of supervising him.

Remarkably everything was much easier to put together then last time ...though he didn't wing it this time and read the instructions which Henry has decided he will do in the future, everything ran smoothly. Paige was giddy as she got to help make the furniture. Henry had held the drill a few times letting her pull the trigger and she was over the moon. Henry had given her a little lesson on drill bits and proper safety showing the little girl how it worked and she had loved it, he thinks it was less about the lesson and more about having one on one time with her dad. It was nearly three hours later but finally the room was done he and Paige had even unpacked the baby clothes. You had broke down in tears seeing the finished room, it was beautiful and calming. The wood of the furniture was all a mix of white painted and oak that was only one shade darker then the floor.

It was now four days to go. The nursery had been moved about every single day. You were nesting, it frustrated you, you needed to clean but the 'cavillry' had been on your case not letting you do anything. You just couldn't explain it, you wanted to hoover,mop,dust, clean, wipe! You wanted to nitpick! You just... you was on edge you could feel it, he was close so close to being here but you couldn't settle. Thankfully though Henry being home meant you didn't have to worry about much you were all ready!

Henry gulped...well shit if you wasn't on edge before you would be now if you found out. 'She'd be raging' He had just realized he hadn't packed a bag. Fuck. He now had to covertly pack this thing without you finding out he had forgot...he needed a sneaker.

"Paige! Can you come here a moment poppet?!" The little girl came into your Shared bed room.

"Yes Daddy?"

"Right...Daddy messed up....and i need your help can you be sneaky for me today?"

"Sneaky daddy?" He nodded

"Yes we need to get mummy's hospital bag ready! And daddy forgot so i need you to help me get all the things we need for when your brother gets here....can you do that poppet?"

"Okay daddy whats first?” and so began a morning of creeping around the house trying to pack the bag he had said was packed three days ago. Paige he been caught stealing the baby wipes but finally everything was laid out on the bed.

"Right nugget it looks like we did it now the final check okay."

"Tag on the bag? Check, wet wipes nappies-"

"Wow daddy will he be this tiny?" Henry chuckled nodding as Paige placed the tiny nappy in the bag on top of the others

"Yes nugget so tiny and cute...I truly can’t wait for him to get here, your going to love him! And hold him and snuggle him"

"I-I get to cuddle?" He nodded sitting beside her on the bed

"Oh yes baby girl! You can have as many cuddles as you want! You are his big sister...When he grows up he is going to learn a lot for you, you get to play with him teach him your games and how to grow the fruit in the garden and teach him to walk and talk, your going to be so close baby girl...your- your baby brother wont be just a brother...But a best friend for life!" She grinned wide still smoothing her little fingers over the small pamper.

"Now what else-ah bottles, formula, cool scarves check check check....reusable sanitary pads witch hazel check double check...wheat cushion and sports bottle..where the - Paige is Mummy’s sports bottle in there?" She dug around to the bottom and nodded

"Uhuh its there daddy and juice!"

"Good right then its just the baby grow! And I know that's in the front pocket! Woohoo we are all done!" Paige shook her head frowning

"No-No daddy wheres the snuggy! He will need his snuggy I got him A snuggy daddy!" Henry smiled at her.

"I know baby girl but Mummy and I think its better if you gave it to him when you meet, then he knows its from you" at that Paige calmed down...

"Really Daddy? I can give it to him...will he like my snuggy?" Henry nodded to her zipping up the bag and picked her up placing her on his hip.

"Absolutly baby he will love it...Its the wolf one mummy showed me isn’t it?" She nodded as Henry moved out of the bed room and down the stairs.

"I thought so a very good choice nugget, so soft and small enough he will be able to hold it straight away, you keep it close to the door when me and mummy go and daddy will come and get you when he is here. You remeber what we said?"

"That-that you and mummy go to hospital and get him out then I can see him in the hospital after!" Henry placed the bag by the front door so he just had to grab it on the way out when the time came.

"Forgot the chargers" Henry jumped up

"What-hey sweety what are you doing up and about thought you were in the den reading?"

"You think I wont notice my own husband and daughter skulking about the house all day collecting things?..... Come on move knew you hadn't packed idiot..." you moved over to the bag placing two chargers in the side pocket then stood up right kissing him on the cheek as he blushed at being caught out.

"Daddy does Mummy know everything that happens...." he chuckled watching as you waddled back towards the kitchen muttering something about pickled eggs.

"Yes baby yes she does...we are...bad a sneaking I think"

"We need to get better at it daddy" he nodded to his eldest and followed you to the kitchen hoping you wasn't angry, but by the soft giggles he doubted it

"I can hear you two you know! There will be no more sneaking about now come have some lunch!"

Lunch was a bad idea! You groaned holding your stomach rubbing the taught muscles, sure you had twitches but fuck! You thought they were braxton hicks! You had them for three days none stop about a week before Paige was finally born. But no you were slowly realizing that this might be it!

You rolled onto your side holding your tummy as another slightly powerful contraction pulled Kal had just left the room barking and you could hear henry stampedeing throught the house to your side Paige running in a few moments behinde...Dressed as a nurse...Oh for fuck sake...Why the hell did he get her the nurse set!

"Babe! Oh god babe are you? is it time?!" You shook your head and held out your hands signaling him to help you sit up he did kneeling before you

"Is...Is it the baxtons again? Have they started?" You took a deep breath.

"I...I don't think so had them on and off for the past few days but they are getting worse...I think I'm in slow labor can't do anything yet, gotta wait it out!" Paige interrupted by putting her 'baby headphones' on which was her toy stethoscope on your tummy and nodding

"He wants to come out got to hospital" you and Henry laughed at her.

"Oh my god haha! Paige-y Poppet!"

"Nurse Paige Daddy...I'm a nurse today!" you calmed down

"Well your right nurse Paige he is on his way...But we have to wait until he is just about to come out until we go to the hospital...A few more hours at least..Not only that I'm not leaving this house till I’ve fucking pooped! And have a coffee Henry...don't need to falling asleep again!"

"Again...Mummy have you did this before?" You and Henry shared a look.

"Yes baby with you....You were in my tummy and we went to the hospital and got you out..daddy passed out cos he looked

"I did not look woman! It was stress! And low blood sugar!" Paige meanwhile was quiet trying to process the fact that she had come out of you....The little girl knew she was in your tummy at one point but never gave it much thought....

"You-you I'm not poop am I? You didn't poop me out did you mummy?....Rose still says you poop out babies I don't want to be a poo!" You smiled at her and chuckled.

"No poppet your not poop? You were a baby just like your brother will be...but mummy does need to try poop before she leaves"

"You want a coffee mummy? You can't poo until after coffee...Daddy make mummy a coffee so she can poo and go get my brother" Henry chuckled and saluted

"Yes nurse Paige...do we still have decaf love?." You nodded to him smiling

"Yes thank you love I'm gonna get changed then I will be down" he hummed

"Nurse stay with your mum...come get me if anything happens okay poppet?" She nodded and 'helped' you up towards the stairs.

The coffee did not work as time ticked on it became clear that you was definitely in labor, the pains were bad and contractions worse then you remembered. You sat there on the toilet determined that you would empty your bowels before leaving but you were cutting it close. Your waters were slowly trickling now, but your adamant you can last you are not shitting yourself during birth! You held the side of the tub cringing at the harsh tugs of your muscles as your body tried moving the baby lower. You squinted trying to forget the pain and focus on the task at hand it was hard to go with Paige standing at the door with Kal.

"Paige?...Can mummy poop in peace?"

"Yes" you gasped as another wave started and curled over on yourself.

"....Alone maybe?" Her face lit up and she smiled

"OOOH alone? no" your face dropped what?

"Paige please?" You begged really needing her to understand and leave you to it like Henry was, though you suspected he was at the top of the stairs listening out

"...No mummy you need a nurse here in case...Me and Kal are nurses" oh for fuck sake

"Incase of what baby?"

"..If you push to hard you might poop out the baby..." you sighed rolling your eyes trying to control your tone not wanting to scream at her but at the same time you wanted a fucking shit in peace!

"Paige I promise I wont poop out the baby"

"But daddy said he's coming" you growled fisting your hands having just about enough as another contraction began pulling at you, really you should be on your way to the hospital already.

"Paige honey...I promise you I will not poop out your brother...But mummy really really needs to go and your putting me off..."

"Okay mummy..." she turned around and patted Kal

"Come on Kal turn around mummy can't poop when your watching"

"Paige please go downstairs"

"No mummy...Just poop already! Its okay if its smelly...I've been to the toilet after you before...And we got this see?" She waved a small can of air freshener that you failed to notice until then okay right that's it!

"Oh for fuck sake-BABE! COME COLLECT YOUR OFSPRING!" Paige blinked confused as Henry came in and collected her, scooping her up sheepishly.

"Come on nugget! Lets got double check the bag...Micah and his mummy will be here soon..."

"But daddy mummy needs me! I'm a nurse!" He shushed her and turned to you.

"Their five minuets away babe might want to wrap this up-"

"GET THE FUCK OUT I NEED A SHIT!!!" You swear for a second you really was married to Clark kent at the speed he left the bathroom as you flung a bottle of bubble bath at the closed door.

What felt like a few moments later you were being ushered out of the door by Fran giving Paige and Kal kisses promising to see them soon. You and Henry pulled away from the house in silence tense and excited.

"You ready?" All he got was a loud groan in reply as you gripped the door and dashboard you had left it to late

"H-henry put your fucking foot down! He is comeing fast!" Started by the change in tone he did as asked flooring it, the hospital was only five minutes away thankfully livjng on the same side of town was ta god send.

"Fuck babe are you- why didn't you say anything inside!? It he that close?!"

"YES HERNY BUT I WAS NOT SHITTING ON MYSELF BIRTHING HIM NOW FUCKING SHUT UP AND FUCKING DRIVE THIS FUCKING MOTHER FUCKING CAR TO THE CUNTING HOSPITAL!!!" You ended with a low pained groan but henry in his panic just continued his blathering

"Do-did you go for the epidural? Can they?-"

"ITS TO LATE! JUST OHHHHH FUUUCKING HELL NO!" your groans got higher and louder as the pain and awful need to push became almost to much to bare.That did the trick. Henry soon realized that you were in the middle of active labor.

"What the fuck? babe why didn't you say something?! breath breath remeber-"

"I AM FUCKING BREATHING!!! IF NOT ID BE FUCKING DEAD....oh fuck me- sorry babe these things hit hard...I didn't ant to worry you or Paige be he wants out now- OOOHHH GOD NOO FUAUHGK JUST FUCKING TOOT THAT CUNT GO AROUND HIM HENRY?! GET OUT OF THE WAY ASSHOLE! PUSHING A BABY OUT HERE!!"

"Babe the windows open-"

"FUCK THE WINDOW MY FUCKING CERVIX IS OPEN!!oooh and done wow...You know I'm done after this one...Fucking done" You pressed back into the seat taking deep breaths laughing in delight as the hospital came into veiw patting your tummy

"okay...okay breath this is it baby boy~ fUUUCK ME! Auggghhh! no don't that's whats got us here", Henry tried not to laugh but he couldn't hold it he chuckled as he sped past the barriers and skidded to a stop by the maternity unit swearing

"Fuck fuck fuck HELP HE'S COMING FAST!!! okay bag bag and plan- we have the birthing plan- whats the birthing plan babe?!" he panicked as you both made it into reception you doubled over legs spread wide baring down as the contraction built in strength.

"TO GET HIM OUT- THAT’S THE FUCKING PLAN FUCK THIS WAS SO MUCH BETTER WITH A FUCKING EPIDURAL-!" suddenly seeing what was happening you were whisked into a room by midwives that already knew this baby was coming much faster then expected.

You were quickly placed on the bed legs spread and a midwife checking she swore and pressed a button above you on the bed raising an alarm. she turned to Henry asking him questions

"Dad? this your first baby?"

"No second, our second" he lifted your papers as you screamed out again he was panicked

"Okay right was it a natural birth last time?" Henry nodded to the woman then suddenly there was two younger women in the room

"Shes crowning fast, the baby will be here in a matter of minuets okay...I need a bassinet, blanket tools the lot, get those notes off dad and get a ecg in here I want baby's heart rate!...Right dad you with me? good up here hold her hands there's no time for pain meds this baby wants out now!" you groaned holding Henry's hands tight swearing panting

"Its-He's coming! he will be here soon" you had a holter monitor on your tummy and there was another alarm pinging you looked to one of the younger women who had brought in the .

"What-whats that? is everything okay? is he okay?"

"Yes ...Your baby is just a little stressed out okay? nothing to worry about love its just that your in the end of labor already " she quickly moved around

"Right Mrs Cavill take some deep breaths for me darling...Okay in...Out good and again....Good right your baby is right here...Can you feel my fingers? Yes? that’s their head right there sweetheart now I need you to push okay? on the next contraction as hard as you can its really important okay-" you pushed with all your might but noting he didnt move, the woman tensed.

"Okay...Right Mr Cavill she doesn't have any blood condition's does she? hiv? anemia?" Henry shook his head

"No-no she hasn't why?"

"Right okay get them over here...Right Mrs Cavill I’m going to have to cut you my love" you screeched shaking your head

"N-NOO PLEASE-please don't I can do it- please" henry tooka few secons to catch up...They were going to cut you? cut your-Oh god! he moved forward holding you tight trusing the midwives to do their job, they new more about this then the both of you.

"Shh shh I know its not nice but the baby is stuck honey their shoulder is trapped my love if you keep pushing you could hurt him so just one tiny little snip and he will be here okay?" you whined crying into Henry nodding who relayed the message as the woman was already poised with the...Terrifying scissors between your legs.

"Yo-you pro-mise?"

"I promise, you wont feel a thing it will be so quick, and after we will get you a nice morphine drip how does that sound? but right now the baby needs to be out asap, you left it to long to get here, if they wasn't stuck you'd have had them in the car on the way here in the car!"

"She wouldn't leave the house till she went a loo... Didn't want to poop giving birth" the midwife rolled her eyes.

"oh sweet pea we have seen it all before, okay now ready, as soon a this contraction it over you will have your little baby I promise you love" you nodded reaching for Henry who curled over you holding your hands kissing your face

"Henry I’m scared! don't pass out-don't fucking pass out Henry! I need you please please stay with me!"

"I'm here! I'm with you love...I'm not going anywhere just think our little boy!" you nodded and screamed loud as your final contraction came on building then- nothing the burning pain was all you felt then a loud sigh of relief as your son was born.

"There we go I told you! Well done! A little boy! congratulations!" you wept as the midwife held him higher for you to see and burst out crying. Henry couldn't believe it! his son his little boy was right there! he could see him hear him!

"Dad...ready here cut just there" Henry held the scissors cutting the tiny baby from his mother the room was full with the cries of the newborn.

"C-can I pass out now?" you slapped at him watching as the midwife called out time of birth.

"And that is Cavill, male, born at three minuets past seven pm October thirtieth..ooo nearly a halloween baby~"

"He was due November third...Four days early" Henry added wiping tears from his eyes watching as they washed him up and measured and weighed him.

"Well no wonder you had to be cut lovey! he is a big boy! 9lb 9 ounces! and 22 inches in length...definitely going to take after his daddy!...Okay okay here we go fussy little monkey~" Henry was handed your son first as you were being stitched up and a morphine drip being inserted, you didn't feel anything other then shock. he was here...your baby your little man! Henry froze looking at the bundle.

"He is so...Perfect! I-I can't-love he is" you nodded leaning over as Henry sat down shushing him rocking the boy gently. The nurse who had finished putting in the canular and started the drip came over.

"Would you like me to take some pictures? first cuddles?" you both nodded handing her Henry's phone and posed with your son...Son you had a son he was here...and a noisy little bugger if you did say so yourself. Henry handed him to you pressing kissed you your head

"Thank you so much my love! you've made me the happiest man on the planet!" the nurse took some more photos then you were left alone. You both sat in awe of the little boy as you held him steady feeding him quietly rocking.

"you want a coffee love? and I will call Fran get her to bring over Paige" you nodded then looked to the bag

"Did you bring?"

"Yes I did they are in there wrapped up and ready I will be back in when they get here...Want some snacks to?" you nodded

"A coconut late with extra syrup...Double shot oh and some milky bar! the big one and some monster munch!" he nodded already on the phone to Fran to deliver the good news.

Twenty minuets later there was a knock on the door and in came Henry Paige was uncharacteristically hiding behind him unsure of herself, he must have told her to keep quiet. she tiptoed in and stood at the bed on tip toes trying to peek."I-Is he here? where is he Mummy?" you moved the blanket letting her see the blue bundle.

"Henry lift her up-Oh hi Fran?" you nodded smiling noticing she was filming the siblings meeting. Henry hoisted Paige to sit next to you she was scared stiff just looking eyes fixed on her brother. she looked to you then the baby.

"He's mine? my baby brother...He is so small daddy look at his little fingers" Henry smiled to her nodding getting all choked up already.

"Y-yes baby girl he is very small...The nurses said he is going to be tall tho...Well aren't you going to give him the snuggy you got?" Paige bit her lip and tentatively crawled over you him crouching

"I-I can touch him...He wont cry" Henry chuckled at her worried expression.

"He shouldn't do baby and if he does its just because he is a tired little baby!" slowly she made her move, moving to give him the toy placing it near his tiny hand, once he felt the softness his hand clenched around it.

That was when Paige lost it, almost as if realizing that he was a real baby, not a toy the flood gates opened and she quickly moved in over her brother crying softly into his blanket trying to cuddle him softly you rubbed her back as she was overwhelmed sobbing quietly to herself rocking slightly.

"H-hi B-baby...I-I'm you b-big sister" you and Henry smiled to each other knowingly tears welling up fast any doubts you'd had vanished as Paige coddled the tiny boy. You moved nodding for her to come sit on your side.

"Come on poppet time for his big sister to get a cuddle!" she gasped looking up wiping her eyes.

"R-really I can ho-hold him? but I th-thought dad-dy just said that to-to make me fe-eel better" Henry shook his head moving to stand beside you both so Paige as in the middle

"No of course not sweet pea...now here this is for you little lady" she blinked looking from you to Henry

"Presents?"

"Yes love a present's from the baby to you see? here open it see what he got you". you watched as she opened the gifts, one was a small wolf teddy that looked a little like the snuggy Paige had just given her brother, the other was a worlds best big sister t-shirt. she looked around stunned

"Daddy- Mummy look- look he likes wolves...Just like my snuggy I got him- see its almost the same daddy look look!" Henry smiled at her chuckling

"I see that princess..not what about this one here~" she tore open the paper holding the t-shirt

"A-a T-shirt daddy whats it say?"

"It says worlds best big sister! see he already knows your going to be the best big sister! want to put it on?" she nodded already having he top half off before he even asked once dressed in her new top you decided it was time for cuddles and pictures you both moved her little arms so she could support him properly.

You all smiled as Fran stood by and took a few snaps with Henry's phone tears streaming. Paige looked down in awe as the child wriggled she looked up alarmed.

"No- Mummy I didn't-"

"shh shh its okay see he is just waking up...It must be your snuggy he wants to have a look~" Paige watched in fascination as her brother opened his eyes yawning at her.

"Soo? what the little ones name?" Fran finally asked buzzing with excitement

"Silas...Silas Cavill" Paige quirked a brow and shook her head.

"No-no Daddy I don't like it" you and Henry burst out laughing.

"Well I'm sorry nugget that's on his birth certificate nothing we can do now-" Henry tried to explain but was cut off

"Rub it out you did it in pencil didn't you?"

"I'm afraid not Paige, He is called Silas" Paige huffed looking down at Silas bouncing him a little.

"Oookaayy but the next one is a girl and I’m naming it" you and Henry blinked

"W-what Paige-y?"

"The next baby is a girl and I wanna call it Pearl...so its Paige and Pearl." Henry waved his hands in the air exhausted by his eldest.

"Unbelievable- Paige how about we see how you and Silas get on-"

"No daddy go have sex I want a sister- there are two more bedrooms at home!" you burst out laughing as Paige said this whilst rocking Silas slowly before kissing him on the cheek.

"My baby brother...I love you and cant wait for you to meet Kal...He is a bit like a wolf...And bear so your going to love him!...He is loud sometimes but he is a good boy" you tilted your head before going to take Silas back but Paige whined and twisted him away.

"N-no mine my brother! I want to hold him longer" you and Henry shared a look and sighed choosing to let her hold him until her arms were tired.

Fran walked over taking a quick peek at the baby before handing Henry his phone giving him a quick hug which he returned.

"Here I best be off congratulation the two of you, I'm so happy for you all"

"Thanks again for watching Paige...You sure you don't want a cuddle before you go?"

"No no let Paige have her snuggles I'm sure I will get a cuddle soon see you soon" Henry moved sitting at the bottom of the bed watching his family happily. Before flicking through the pictures readying one for twitter and family. He chose one that melted his heart Paige staring down at Silas with you and Henry staring at each other smiling, glowing with pride, Silas' face was partly hidden. he posted the photo announcing to the world he was the proud father of two healthy children, life couldn't get any better then this! Henry was on cloud nine...But Paige did have a point...There was two more spare rooms, Henry will give it a few months before bringing it up. But for everything he was worth he had a feeling you'd be pregnant by the end of next year. Paige was spoilt in a sense and he just can't refuse his little princes and Sister was now on the list he would try not to disappoint.

#henry cavill x reader #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill #henry cavill fic #henry cavill x y/n #henry cavill x daughter #henry cavill x you

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goldenspecter · 4 years ago

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Wash and Go

summary: wash and go (or wash 'n go) - a method of cleaning and styling hair without the use of heat, protective styling or any other manipulation techniques and a staple in the natural hair community.

Valerie hadn't expected to style a ghost kid's hair, especially one as powerful as Clockwork, but she believes that everyone should have a good hair experience. She just didn't think it would be the start of something new.

Word Count: 6,970

Archive of Our Own FFN

This fic takes place early season 1, like maybe a week or so after "Parental Bonding".

-I headcanon Clockwork to be black and queer/nonbinary and express that through all my fics that I've written. Maybe not as explicit as calling out skin tones but through little things like AAVE(African-American Vernacular) and their hair type. So at the very least, they were coded to be read as black whenever I write them. Valerie uses AAVE terms so if there are words that pop out at you that you don't instantly recognize/aren't sure of, that's AAVE and it's used in its correct context. This fic serves as a reclamation of blackness/black culture for CW, Valerie and Tucker, for more on that, it’s included on the AO3/FFN versions but not this one since I didn’t want to clutter it any further with notes.

-Music in this phic: Green Eggs and Ham by Princess Nokia and VRY BLK by Jamila Woods ft Noname

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It’s quiet in her room and the young, small, blue ghost that she mysteriously acquired is laying in her bed, watching a video on their prized console. They-Clockwork, is quiet, curling in on themselves, as if to make themselves smaller than what they truly are and it rubs Valerie the wrong way. She’s not quite sure how, but she knows that something is off. As an attempt to ease the small child, Valerie moves in to run her fingers through their hair in an attempt to comfort them when her fingers are stuck in thick silver curls and Clockwork hisses in pain, but doesn’t make any move to pull away or pry her fingers out of their hair.

“Chile, do you not comb your hair? When was the last time you ran a comb through that?” Valerie asks, gentle maneuvering her fingers out of the thick, nappy hair.

“You’re supposed to comb it?” asks Clockwork, voice tinged with confusion.

“Yes, you’re supposed to comb it!” Valerie almost shrieks, because what parent doesn’t teach their own child to comb their hair or style it for them? Hair was such an important thing for children. It spoke volumes about people, the luscious curls, vibrant blacks and deep browns that stand proudly on top of your head, and she knows each and every hairstyle she rocks is breathtaking and commands attention to her personhood. She can’t imagine a child not being taught to take pride in their hair and the fact that this child hasn’t been taught to be prideful of their hair both saddens and enrages her. She notices the subtle flinch before she softens her voice, “Sorry about that but do your parents really not comb your hair?”

Clockwork is silent before shaking their head, “They said it’s too much trouble,” they say, voice soft. “So they cut it short when it grew out too much. Saved everyone time.”

Valerie’s eyes darken in rage and she has to take cartoonishly deep breaths before she can speak. What kind of parent does that shit? To give up on their child, not bothering to take care of their needs and all but giving up on them? She takes another deep breath and speaks in a low voice, “Well, we’re gonna change that.”

Clockwork furrows an eyebrow, “What do you mean?”

“I’m going to do your hair,” she says, “That is, if you’re okay with it.”

“No one wants to do my hair,” Clockwork says quickly, “It’s a pain to do and I’m too much of a baby for anyone to do it. I always cry and scream too much when my guardians try.”

It takes every fiber in Valerie’s body to hold back a venomous retort about how shitty Clockwork’s parents sound, because at the very least, she knows that her anger at their parents will be misconstrued and that Clockwork will grow to be afraid of her. Instead, she puts a hand under their chin and gently turns their head to make them look at her.

“Getting your hair combed sounds scary, I get it,” Valerie starts, “However, it's not healthy to keep avoiding it like this. You gotta do it at some point, and if you decide that after this you wanna get your haircut and keep it short, that’s fine. But at the very least, you deserve to have a good experience when it comes to your hair and I would like to be the one to provide that for you if you like.”

Clockwork falls silent, before nodding hesitantly.

Valerie is surprised that they agreed to something like this so quickly, that they trust her with something so intimate, but she does nothing to convey her surprise. Instead, she stands up and puts her hands on her hips. “Alright, first step is to wash your hair.”

Fifteen minutes later, Valerie gathers two combs, shampoo and conditioner sets them down on the counter of the kitchen sink as she finishes cleaning off the counter. It doesn’t take her long to do so, and when she finishes, she gently motions for Clockwork to come over. Clockwork obediently comes over, tightly holding the dry towel to their chest, their grip tightening when they eye the combs laying on the counter.

“Will it hurt?” they ask, looking down at the ground.. It’s not how a child typically asks when parents have to disinfect cuts and scrapes, but from a child who knows and has been through some serious pain. Valerie’s heart aches for this child she barely knows. She’d love to meet their parents because she has a lot of questions to ask, most of which involve a lead pipe.

“Yea, it will,” she says honestly, not wanting to lie to Clockwork. “Especially since you’ve never had your hair combed but I promise you I will do my best to not make it hurt anymore than it has to.”

“You promise?” Clockwork asks.

Valerie nods. “Come on up here squirt. Let’s get started.” She helps Clockwork onto the counter, moving one hand on their back while the other rests on their chest and she slowly but gently guides their head to hover above the sink. Once Valerie thinks that Clockwork is steady, she slowly removes her hands and moves to turn one of the sink knobs. She slides her hand under the water, slowly waiting for it to get hot enough before she touches the knob for cold water. Valerie puts her hand under the water again, deems it warm enough before she pulls out the spray head and starts to wet Clockwork’s hair.

“Is this too hot?” she asks.

Clockwork squirms a little, pulling their head back from the water. Valerie holds their head still but moves the nozzle away from them and turns the cold water on just a little bit more. She puts the nozzle back at their hair, “How about now?”

“Yes, thank you.” they say.

“No problem. I promised you would have a good experience and this is an important part.” Valerie says, moving the nozzle around to thoroughly wet Clockwork’s hair.

Valerie occasionally fluffs their hair as she wets it. Once she determines that it's fully drenched, she places the spray head back into its socket, grabs the shampoo and opens it with a loud click.

She squeezes a nice dollop of it in her hand to start out and begins to massage the shampoo into Clockwork’s hair. “I wasn’t sure what scent you’d like best so I picked out lavender to start with. We can shop for more if you want to keep this up.”

“I like lavender.” they say, then a moment later, “If I want to keep this up?”

“Yea, if you like how this turns out, then we can keep this up. We can try out different hairstyles, do whatever you want. I can ask dad to buy more hair stuff from the store.” Valerie answers, adding more shampoo to Clockwork’s hair and deeply massaging it in with the soapy suds coating her hands.

“You want to keep doing my hair?” asks Clockwork and Valerie knows that they’re asking much more than that. You want to keep trying? You aren’t ready to give up hope on me? You don’t want to quit?

“Yes, if you let me.” Valerie says, because she loves doing hair. She loves styling it. Taking something that’s so beautiful in its raw form, magnifying its beauty with braids, twisting, heat is a magic all on its own and she’s so glad that she’s able to take part in that magic.

Clockwork lets out a tiny ‘ok’ so softly that Valerie has to really strain her ears to hear them. She can tell that she’s made them uncomfortable so she quickly dries her hands, opens Spotify on her phone and plays some music. Her voice and body falls into the trap that the music lays out for her and so soon, she swings her hips as she sings proudly while still continuing to wash Clockwork’s hair.

“Love my inner child, Kool-Aid smile

I been like this for a while

Going into town, gonna find a crowd

Right by the kids in the park with the style”

Her joy is contagious, as Clockwork begins to tap their hand against their chest with the beat. Valerie’s nails scratch against their scalp, causing Clockwork to let out a groan.

“Something wrong?”

Clockwork immediately shakes their head, “No. Just- that felt good. Can-can you keep doing that?”

“Of course,” Valerie says as she presses her fingers into their scalp, massaging the skin with varying pressures to both distribute the foamy substance and pamper the neglected area." “Is it too much pressure or good enough?”

“Uhh...good enough?” Clockwork answers, and Valerie can tell that she’s hit the sweet spot. “I like the pressure, I don’t know why.”

“It’s okay not to know why,” Valerie reassures them, pulling the nozzle and rinsing out the shampoo before adding more into the child’s hair. “But to be honest? It just feels good to have someone massage your hair and that’s okay.”

“Really?”

“Mhmm. When my dad used to wash my hair, I loved it when he massaged my hair.” Valerie says, continuing to massage their hair. Her music is still playing, hiding a smile when she hears Clockwork softly humming to her music.

Her hands pull at several strands of silver hair at the nape of Clockwork’s nape. “Do you hear any squeaking?”

“A little? What does it mean if it’s squeaking?”

“Your hair’s clean. Hold your ears closed, I don't want water to get in them. Swimmer’s ear is hell.” says Valerie, thoroughly rinsing out the soap and suds before she adds more. “I’ll wash it again just to make sure. I want it completely free of any build up of dirt or dandruff before I style it.”

Valerie washes Clockwork’s hair a third time, this time making sure that she completely scrubs out all of the dirt and dandruff that might have built up before she rinses out the soap and suds for the last time. She gets the bottle of conditioner, begins to squeeze it out, and rubs into Clockwork’s hair.

Once there’s an ample amount of condition in Clockwork’s hair, Valerie reaches across the sink to grab one of her combs, a golden wide tooth comb and readies it in her hand. Clockwork eyes the comb with great suspicion, instinctively scooting away from the menacing comb.

Valerie notices and rests her hand on their chest to stop them in their tracks. “Look, I know, I know. It’s scary, it’s going to hurt a lot, especially since you haven’t had a lot of experience with this.” Valerie begins, voice soft. “If you need to scream, cry, whatever, then go ahead and do it. I’m not going to stop you. Okay?”

“Okay.” Clockwork whispers, bracing themselves to feel the teeth of the comb dig into their hair.

Valerie places the comb at Clockwork’s edges, pulls the comb through the hair to form a part, occasionally having to pull the tangled strands apart by hands. During this Clockwork hisses, kicking the side of the island in pain. She does this two more times, effectively parting the soaking wet hair into three sections. Valerie fully sinks the teeth of the comb into their hair, starting at the scalp and begins to pull the comb through, collecting dead hair as it goes through stopping at the ends. Valerie focuses on the ends, where its the most tangled, combing it through multiple times to get it to that silky smoothness.

She retracts the comb from their hair, pulls the dead hair piling in between the teeth of the comb and puts it in the strainer at the bottom of the sink to be collected when she finishes. Valerie combs through the first section one last time and nods in satisfaction at how easily she can run the comb through their hair.

Sticking the comb in Clockwork's hair, she does a quick check in. “How are we feeling?” she asks.

Clockwork quickly wipes away any tears pooling at the corners of their eyes before they turn their head to look at her. “It hurts, but I think I’ll be okay.” they say.

Valerie quirks an eyebrow. Getting hair combed hurts like hell, even when combed often. They have to be in some serious pain for how tenderheaded they were. “You sure?” she presses, “I can stop for a few minutes if you like. It’s not a big deal, Clockwork.”

The small child shakes their head, “No,” they say, a soft sob itching to be let loose but they manage to suppress it. “You can keep going.”

“Okay,” Valerie says quietly, pulling the comb out of Clockwork’s hair and resumes by starting to comb out the next section. Clockwork continues to hiss in pain, but doesn’t do anything to stop her.

Dead hair continues to gather at the bottom of the sink as she combs through the sections.

“What’s this song? I like it.” Clockwork asks, Valerie muses that they’re trying to focus on something other than the pain.

“VRY BLK by Jamila Woods and Noname. It’s one of my favorites.” She pulls the hair from the teeth of the comb before returning the comb through their hair. “Would you like me to turn it up?”

They nod, “Yes please.”

Valerie dries her hands on her shirt, grabs her phone to turn the volume up and starts the song over. A soft steady percussion starts up and slowly takes over the kitchen.

“Black is like the magic, the magic's like a spell

My brothers went to heaven, the police going to, yeah, they're going to

Hello operator, emergency hotline

If I say that I can't breathe, will I become a chalk line

Up to see the movie, line up to see the act”

Valerie takes pride in her voice, as she continues to sing as she finishes combing out Clockwork’s hair, and smiles as she can hear them sing along to the chorus very softly. They aren’t flinching from the pain as much and she considers that to be a monumental improvement. She runs the comb through several more times to make sure that their hair was fully combed out before she rinses out the conditioner in their hair.

When the conditioner is completely rinsed out, she turns the water off, gathers the clumps of hair sitting in the strainer and dumps them in the trash can. She returns to the sink, helps Clockwork sit up, pulls the towel away from them, and drapes the towel around their neck. Valerie holds out a hand for Clockwork to hold onto and pulls them off the counter.

“How was it?”

Clockwork runs a hand through their hair, eyes widening in surprise that it’s free from kinks. “It’s...good. It felt good.”

Valerie beams, “Good.” She grabs the combs, her phone, and a chair that’s in front of the kitchen island and takes with her into the downstairs bathroom. “Come along Clockwork!”

Clockwork follows after her, droplets of water forming a trail behind them. They’re standing outside the bathroom when she wordlessly gestures for them to sit in the chair in front of the mirror. Clockwork struggles to get in the chair since it’s the chair is a bit higher than them but they manage to hop in. when they finally hop on the chair, they are entranced by their reflection staring back at them in the mirror. They pull at a few strands of silver hair, looking on in curiosity as it unravels and coils back once they let go.

This was what their hair looked like when it was combed, washed and treated with care? Impossible. It looks.. too good. Healthy. It’s on their head, so it has to be their hair. Maybe they shouldn't get too attached because Valerie says she would be willing to keep this up, but what if she grows tired of doing it and ends up cutting it like the Observants.

“Looks great doesn’t it?” Valerie says, cutting them out of their thoughts.

Clockwork nods, “I can’t believe that this is what my hair looks like.” they say in awe, because holy shit this is what their hair actually looks like. Their vision blurs and before they can wipe their tears away, Valerie’s hands are already there, whipping away the tears that spilled over.

“If you think this looks good now, just wait until I’m finished.” Valerie says, excitement bleeding in her voice. She takes the towel off their neck and drapes it across the chair. Grabbing the comb, Valerie quickly combs through their hair and sections it into four big plaits.

Valerie takes down one of the braids in the back, pulls out a jar of curl defining creme, opens it up and scoops some out with her fingers. She then slabs the cream on top of their hair before she takes time to really work it through, pulling her fingers through the hair to define the curls. Her hands dive back into the jar to scoop out some more and continue massaging it through Clockwork’s hair, saturating the hair with the cream.

Clockwork is quiet throughout the process, casually stimming as Valerie did their hair and they honestly couldn’t believe how easy it was so far? Why couldn’t the Observants do something like this?

“It’s so smooth,” Clockwork says.

“Yea, glad I combed your hair out right?” Valerie jokes with a smile.

She gets a fervent nod as her answer. "Me too. Otherwise, it would be a helluva lot harder to do this."

The music still plays in the background as Valerie finishes one section, takes down another braid and continues the process. It takes about an hour to do, and that hour goes by quickly.

When Valerie finally finishes, she proudly puts her hands on her hips, "What's the verdict so far?" she waits for Clockwork's reaction.

Clockwork leans forward in the chair to get a closer look at their hair. This is actually, really their hair. Fingers slowly pull at some of the defined curls hanging in front of their face and coming away with a build up of the cream between their fingers.

“It’s so pretty.” Clockwork says in awe, and as much they don’t want to, they can’t help but be prideful of their hair. They look at Valerie. “What now?”

“We let it dry.” says Valerie. “It takes a few hours to do.”

“I’m a Time Master!” Clockwork answers, gesturing to the clock in their chest. “I can speed time up, and you won’t even notice!”

“Oh we don’t have to wait that long.” Clockwork says simply.

“How so?” Valerie answers, “Unless you’re talking about a hairdryer, I don’t know what you’re on about.”

“You? A Time Master?” Valerie asks, seeing Clockwork nod enthusiastically, quirks an eyebrow. “You’re so young.”

She doesn’t give herself time to think about how she literally just did a Time Master’s hair. Because holy shit, if this child is so powerful, then how powerful were their parents?

Clockwork frowns, “That’s what everyone says. The Observants think so too, but here I am!” They force themselves to smile and Valerie thinks there’s so much more to that bright and cheery optimism that Clockwork is exuding.

“Yea, you are. But I think using your powers to dry up your hair is cheating.” Valerie says gently. “If you want to truly experience this, then you gotta wait like the rest of us mere mortals.”

“How long does it take?”

“Four hours. Give or take.” says Valerie, “Sometimes I use a blow dryer to speed it up a little bit if I’m not in the mood to wait that long. I can use a blow dryer if you want?”

“Yes please.”

“Okay.” Valerie goes into the bathroom closet, rummaging through the piles of towels, hair products, and bed sheets until she comes across the blow dryer. She gets, heads back to the sink, reaches over Clockwork to plug it in the wall, and drapes the tower over their neck. “It’ll get a bit hot, just let me know if it’s too much.”

“I know it’ll get hot, that’s what they’re supposed to do. I’m not a baby.” Clockwork says smartly and Valerie can’t help glaring at the small child.

“You and I, we finna fight.” She says with a smile. “But seriously, tell me if it’s too hot, okay?”

“I don’t see the point, but okay I guess.” Uneasiness grows in Valerie’s stomach, what the hell has this child been through for them to not take their own limitations seriously? What the hell have these Observants done?

Valerie is seriously starting to question that she needs a lead pipe when she finally does talk to these Observants.

Valerie turns the blow dryer on, keeping it several inches away from Clockwork’s hair, moves it around their head, the heat of the blow dryer slowly but surely drying it a bit. She occasionally wraps her hand around the curls, to feel how wet their hair is and to make sure that she doesn’t dry it too much.

“How’s the heat?” She asks.

“Hot.”

“That’s what blowdryers are supposed do.” She mimics from earlier, laughing when Clockwork glares at her. “Is it too much?”

A firm shake of the head, “No? I don’t think so? It feels kinda nice.”

“Cool, cool. I’m only doing this for another minute or two since I don’t wanna dry it out too much.” Valerie blow dries it for another 5 or so minutes before she cuts the blow dryer off, unplugs it, wraps the cord around it and stuffs it back in the closet.

Clockwork slides off the chair, shuffles towards Valerie, who presses a hand against the top of their hair.

“Hmm, it’s still somewhat wet. It shouldn’t take more than two hours for it to fully dry out.” Valerie guesses.

The child fumbles with their gloved fingers. “What do you normally do while you wait?”

Valerie rests a hand under her chin. “I watch tv, play a game or two, read a book if I don’t have homework to do.” Eying Clockwork, she continues. “Homework isn’t that important though, what would you like to do?”

“I dunno?” Clockwork says shyly, pointedly looking at the ground.

She doesn’t say it out loud because she’s certain it would embarrass them, but the way Clockwork acts is oh so similar to the little kids that she babysits for some quick and easy money and that in and of itself is so damn adorable.

“What do you normally do then?”

“I mainly watch the timestreams! Or I train on my powers! Sometimes I have to attend some meetings or handle some crisis that the timelines are going through at times.”

‘Does this child do nothing but work?’ Valere thinks to herself. “Do you do anything for fun?”

“I don’t have time for fun. Not when there’s important work to be done.” Clockwork says with a derisive snort, sounding so much older than the seven/eight year old they are. “Humanity’s a little bit more important than me having fun.”

“I’m sorry but what the fuck is wrong with your parents?” Valerie snaps.

Clockwork flinches and Valerie immediately regrets it.“There’s nothing wrong with the Observants. They’re doing just fine.”

Valerie growls, pressing her hands to her temples, trying and failing to suppress the frustration that she’s experiencing right now. “Yes there is. My dad doesn’t make me work all the time, your parents shouldn’t either.”

“But that’s different!” Clockwork shouts.

“How the fuck is it different?”

“You’re a human child! You wouldn’t understand!”

“You’re a child too!” Valerie shouts. “You are a literal child! You’re younger than me!”

Clockwork sputters at that, trying and failing to come up with a response. “But I’m a Time Master-”

Valerie clasps a hand on one of their shoulders, “You might be a Time Master, but you are a child first and foremost. That’s the most important thing for you to be and the Observants are wrong to teach you otherwise.”

The teen pulls Clockwork into a tight hug, “How about we play a game or something? We can do whatever you want.”

Clockwork’s muffled voice mumbles out, “Really?”

“Really.”

“Can I show you my tower?” Clockwork asks excitedly, pulling away from her and she can visibly see the way Clockworks eyes light up. “It’s really cool, there’s a lot of rooms, hallways and books-”

Valerie presses a finger against Clockwork’s lips, “Why talk about it when you can show me it?”

"I'm not really the best at teleporting. I have accidents sometimes," Clockwork admits softly. "I don't think I'd be any good teleporting two people."

She shrugs, "Maybe you aren't. Perhaps there's other ways to get there."

"There are but natural portals take forever to form and there aren't any in Amity Park." Clockwork says, "Guess we'll have to teleport there."

Valerie raises an eyebrow, looking down at the young Time Master. "I thought you weren't any good at it." She says suspiciously.

Clockwork doesn't say anything as they run towards Valerie. "We'll have to find out won't we?" They say, jumping up, diving into Valerie, wrapping their arms around her. A portal formed behind the two children, both of them falling through the portal and Valerie landed on her bottom as they came from the other side with Clockwork buried into their chest. Clockwork sits up, looks down at Valerie and tilts their head.

"Did I do good?" Clockwork asks.

Valerie pulls herself up, uses her elbows to keep herself propped up, and looks around. The simple bathroom that her and Clockwork was in is gone, the house, everything that she knew is nowhere to be found and was replaced with scrying portals twice her size and clock gears of various sizes. Valerie questions why there are so many gears here, since it seems like it would be dangerous for a young kid like Clockwork to be around no matter how smart or cautious they seem. But she doesn't say it out loud, instead, saving it for whenever she finally meets these Observants. She looks to her left and her right, the seeing the hallways that Clockwork mentioned from earlier, but the more she stares down the hall, the more they grow in size and loom over her, the discomfort that started off small growing until she can actually feel it gnaw at her.

Clockwork taps her shoulders and she jolts, tensing her shoulders before remembering that it was only just Clockwork as she loosens the tension in her shoulders and lets out a deep breath.

"Did I do good?" they ask again.

Valerie looks around one last time, really taking in the scenery of the tower, how everything the tower touches seems to be saturated in green overtones, the overwhelming sense that everything about this place feels so unnatural, disconcerting and wrong and that a simple human like her wasn't meant to be here. Slowly, she nods her head, not wanting Clockwork to pick up on her uneasiness.

"You did great buddy." she says. "You mind getting off of me?"

Clockwork beams at the praise, floating off of Valerie and helping her stand up. Once she's up off the ground, they look up at her with wide expectant eyes. "Can I give you that tour now?" They ask, tail flicking behind them excitedly.

"Yea, sure buddy." Valerie says, yelping when Clockwork takes her hand and begins dragging her through the halls to give her the tour of the citadel.

As Clockwork gives the tour, she takes note of all the empty rooms that have been repurposed for gardens and apocatheries, libraries brimming with rare books that are worth more than what her father will make in his entire life time, how Clockwork is just so enthused with bringing someone along to show them empty rooms devoid of life and personality and she has to wonder how lonely they have to be.

She's not sure how long the tour was, but it felt like it was over before it truly started. Green eyes catch a door with a startling amount of locks on it and her curiosity shines through.

"What's behind that door?" she asks.

Clockwork tenses, the grip they have on her hand tightening. "It's nothing." they say with a tight voice, pulling Valerie along as the two move away from the door. "Let's go."

"Is it dangerous?"

"Tour's over." they say cryptically.

So it is dangerous. "Why is there something so dangerous in your tower?" She asks, walking behind them. "Why would these Observants leave something like that with a little kid? What if you got hurt?"

Clockwork shrugs, "It's not like I don't heal up, I'm usually fine."

"Usually? What about when you aren't?"

"I heal. Eventually. and I get over it." Clockwork says, leading Valerie back to the area where they started from. "That's it."

"Don't these Observants help you heal or get better?"

Clockwork raises an eyebrow and shakes their head in a manner that says 'dont ask stupid questions.' "No? Why would they? I get myself in trouble, I get myself out of it." They say nonchalantly, turning their back to Valerie as they wave a hand to change the image on their scrying portal. "You wanna see something cool?"

Valerie begins to shake her head to argue about the Observants, but whatever she is going to say dies down in her throat when she sees the hopeful look on Clockwork's face begging her to drop the subject.

Reluctantly, she nods her head, "Sure why not?"

Clockwork beams at her, grabs her hand and pulls her into the scrying portal. Valerie doesn't have time to think about how she feels like she's wading through jelly as she goes through the portal and how her body goes numb for several seconds after she stumbles through the portal before she finally catches herself awkwardly standing on her tippy toes, body lurching forward and just one misstep away from falling flat on her face

Time travel, she supposes, isn't really meant for humans.

"Are you okay?” Clockwork asks, “I’ve never had a human travel with me before.”

Valerie nods, before her throat coats itself in bile, feels it rise and fills her mouth and she immediately shakes her head. The fourteen year old throws herself over the closest ledge, leaning over and throwing up the bile that came out of nowhere. Her legs buckle as she continues throwing up before she finally stops, resting limply for a few moments. Valerie pushed herself off of the ledge, shakily pulls herself back together, before turning around to face Clockwork.

“If I wasn’t fine before,” she rasps out. “I’m fine now.”

Clockwork raises an eyebrow, “Are you sure?”

Nodding her head, “My mouth feels gross but some water should do me some good.”

“Okay.” Clockwork says, slipping their hand into hers and guiding her away from the stone ledge. “There’s a resturant around here somewhere, we can get you some water.”

It finally crosses Valerie’s mind to ask where she is. “Where are we anyways?”

“Rome.” Clockwork says offhandedly.

“Ancient Rome?” Valerie asks.

“Noooo,” Clockwork says with a laugh, looking up at one of the street names before crossing the street. “Present day Rome. Don’t get me wrong, ancient Rome is cool and all, I just didn’t think you would like to see gladiators, deal with the stench-Romans bathe but like, Rome is still gross and all the other nastiness that goes on.”

Oh. She didn’t consider that. She wonders from the way they’re crossing the street, with no one really paying attention to them, if they were really there. “Can they see us?”

“Who?”

With her only free hand, she vaguely gestures to everyone around them. “Them!”

Finally understanding who Valerie was referring to, Clockwork shakes their head. “No. to them we don’t really exist? I don’t know how to explain it, but whatever we do right now isn’t really going to impact the timeline.”

Valerie doesn’t really get it. Maybe it’s because she’s not a Master of Time and doesn’t really understand the complexities that come with the passage of time and if she was quite honest, she’s grateful that she’s just a human who interacts with time in such a simple and straightforward way. Valerie doesn’t get it, but she trusts this kid that’s pulling her through the streets of Rome.

The two walk by several clothing shops before finally making it to that restaurant that Clockwork mentioned earlier. Valerie looks up to see the name of the restaurant and is taken aback when she sees the white double arches standing out against the black drapes.

“McDonald’s?” Valerie asks, a hand on her hip. “Of all the places in Rome and you choose McDonald’s?”

“McDonalds is considered a restaurant, so I technically brought you to one.” Clockwork says arrogantly, curling their fingers around the door handle. “You don’t have to come in if you don’t want to.”

Clockwork pulls the door open and enters. Valerie grumbles and begrudgingly follows after them, slipping through the open space before the door closes, her potential complaints dying down when she saw the interior of the McDonalds. Black bricks on the floor, with dining booths covered in leather, each one separated by wood and marble. She takes a few steps forward, taking in how...sophisticated this McDonald’s looks. As she marvels at the decor, her eyes move away from the furniture and flooring before they linger and gaze in awe at the sculpture cornered a few steps away from the tables.

Valerie steps in front of the statue, a beautiful Roman woman with a dress. Her arms were missing, and the dress rests below her chest, each of the folds immaculately sculpted in the marble. Valerie reaches her hand out to touch the detailed folds of the dress, but retracts her hand in fear that if she touches something so beautiful, it’ll break and crumble in her hands.

“It’s not going to break, you know,” Clockwork says, “It’s not the original sculpture, the original is in a museum if you want to see it.”

She looks down at them, then back at the sculpture. “Do you know who did it?”

Clockwork shrugs. “I dont know but it’s no Venus de Milo.” They turn away, walking down the steps, and heading into the main area of the restaurant. “You still want that water?”

Remembering how dry and parched her throat is, Valerie nods, stepping down and walking into the main part of McDonald’s and she’s taken aback at how fancy it looks. The Nasty Burger could never look like this, “It’s a fancy McDonald’s, I’ll give it that.”

“I thought all McDonald's look like this?" They ask.

"Chile no," she scoffs, they walk past the people and stop in front of a self-service kiosk. Valerie taps the screen and orders herself her much needed water.

"Can you throw in some fries please?" Clockwork asks. "Nuggets too!"

"Aren't you hungry?" She teases, adding the requested items to the cart. "I could go for some fries and a chicken sandwich myself."

Adding the items to the order, she taps finish, and when the payment page comes up, she turns to Clockwork. "And how do you propose we pay for all of this?" She asks, "I don't have any of my money on me."

Clockwork bites their lip, before leaning over and tapping the screen, and fiddling with it before it shows that the order was paid for it. The kiosk spits out a receipt, Valerie takes it and eyes Clockwork suspiciously. "What did you do? I thought you said we don't really have an impact on the timeline."

"I just took advantage of a little loophole in the system," they say innocently. Looking up at Valerie, they shy away from her disapproving frown, turning away from her appearant disappointment as they explain themselves. "It's not going to hurt anyone, and we don't really have an impact on the timeline right now."

Valerie notices how they turn away from her, and decides to let up, relaxing the tense muscles on her face. She wasn't happy that they technically stole from the people here, but she won't harp on them too much. They say it won't really have an impact on the people here, so that doesn't make it that terrible right? Shaking her head, Valerie moves away from the kiosk, towards the register and waits for their food to be served. Ten minutes pass by, she hears their order number called out, grabs the food, rolls the top of the bag inward to keep the food hot, and searches for a table that isn't too full to sit at. Clockwork stays close to her, and she offhandedly notices how their hand slips into the crook of their elbow and latch themselves close to her. Something foreign blooms in her chest but she squashes it down before she can put a name to it or fully explore it, blaming it on the weirdness involving Clockworks powers.

She finally finds them a place to eat, an area that seemed to be a bit secluded and didn't have as many people in the area. Valerie and Clockwork sit down at a semicircle shaped booth several feet behind a case of glass holding cups with plants in. Clockwork slides in the booth first, Valerie slides in next and sets the food on the table. Opening the bag, she pulls out the Clockwork's food along with some ketchup and honey mustard packets and gives it to them.

Clockwork pulls their fries and nuggets close, dips some fries in the ketchup and sticks them in their mouth. "Thank you!" they say happily, swinging their feet as they continue to eat. Valerie doesn't say anything back, opting to open her chicken sandwich and taking a bite out of it.The two children eat in silence-rather, Clockwork talks about whatever crosses their mind, while Valerie occasionally nods along and asks a question or two of her own. She ignores that little feeling in that chest from earlier as she listens to Clockwork talk, as she's certain that it's just some weird pain in her chest or stomach that'll go away.

Valerie finishes eating about twenty minutes later and puts her trash in the white paper bag. Clockwork notices her, looking up at her, "Did you want to see more of Rome?" they ask, "There's a shopping district a few streets away, if that's what you're into."

She doesn't say anything as she grabs a napkin, folds it in half and reach out to the little Time Master's face to wipe off the remaining honey mustard and ketchup from the corners of their mouth. With her other hand, she feels Clockwork's hair, gently patting the top and middle parts of their hair, rubbing the curls between her fingers to truly feel it, and pulls her hands away from them with a smile. "I'll take a raincheck for that," she says with a smile, gently tapping their nose, grabbing their trash and tossing it in the trashcan next to the table. "But we need to go back home, I have to show you something."

Clockwork tilts their head before nodding. The seven year old snakes their hand into Valerie's, tightly clasping their hands together, scrunching their eyes close and before Valerie knows it, the two are back in her kitchen.

"How'd you do that?" she asks, "Last time, you needed a portal."

Clockwork shrugs, "I dunno? You said we had to go home," they say, "This is home."

Oh. Valerie isn't quite sure how to feel about that admission, and she has a lot of feelings about the way Clockwork easily and honestly calls this house, where she lives, home. So she'll bury them for right now, maybe unpack them later, maybe ask her dad about these emotions. She senses that Clockwork is staring at her, realizing that she spaced out, plasters a wide smile on her face to make up for it. Valerie covers their eyes, shushing their protest when she walks them over to the bathroom and stops in front of the mirror.

Slowly, she lowers her hands from their eyes, watching with joy as Clockwork stops their protesting to stare at themselves in the mirror. Valerie moves behind them, fluffing their curls up a bit, so they can be at full volume. "Do you like it?" she asks, "Be brutally honest, Clockwork."

Clockwork stands there in shock, a hand reaching up to tug at one of the curls at the edge of their forehead. "It's so pretty," they say in awe, then noticing Valerie standing behind them. "It can't be mine. There's no way this can belong to me."

"Yea, it is." she says simply, shifting her weight to one side of her body and leaning against the bathroom door.

For the second or third time that day, Clockwork cries. Valerie bends down a little bit, right until the two were eye level and pulls Clockwork in for a hug. She feels them trying to hide in her neck but she shakes her head, gently guiding their head to look in the mirror, "Every single strand of hair belongs to you," she says, wiping away their tears. "I know you don't believe me, but your hair is so beautiful. I meant what I said earlier, I'll keep doing your hair as long as you want me to."

"You mean that?"

Valerie nods, "I meant every word I said."

"Can you…?" they begin, but they go quiet, still unable to ask the question.

"Yea," she answers, pressing a kiss on their forehead. "Come back next week, okay?"

"Okay." Clockwork says.

#danny phantom #valerie gray #dp clockwork #dp fanfic #dp fanfiction #goldenspecter writes

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natsukitakama · 5 years ago

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Headcanon : Dick Grayson being a dad

Author note : I can’t explain why but I am sucker for Domestic Headcanon, hope you will enjoy it. Like my other headcanon is based on the event of Titans show and could be considered as a sequel to this headcanon.

Warning : slight spoiler / nothing but fluff I am sucker for domestic headcanon LMAO.

I do not the gif credit(s) to the owner

First of all : Dick Grayson never saw himself as a dad

Sure he has a thing for child in distress and he already prove how good he was with children

Plus we know thanks to Rachel’s dad : He used to dream about having a family

But with everything happen : Deathstroke, Donna, Jerrircho… He started to questionnate his personality and ability as human being. Basically he started to be afraid he won’t be a good leader, a good father, a good partner.

He felt self-concisous about himself : he nearly lose Jerricho and Garp they were under his responsibility and yet he failed

Or he was about to

Fortunately he got his shit together

So your relationship didn’t get hurt as much as it could : Dick tried to push you away from him but you know better, it was just his way to protect you from him and everything.

So after a huge fight between you two : He finally confessed about how much you mean to him and ho much he cared for you, you did the same you told him you loved him and there is no one you would share your life but him

After this you became closer to each other

And what should happen, happened : you get married to the only man you wanted to share your life.

Everyone was so excited and happy : it was like your wedding help everyone to forget their issues

5 months after your wedding you got pregnant

9 months after you gave birth to a gorgeous daughter

Dick named her after his mum’s names

You two decided Kory will do an awesome godmother (She will)

During the whole pregnancy, Dick felt different stages : First he was S U P E R afraid I mean we’re talking about a baby HIS baby, his very first baby. Yeah, he was good with children but he never experienced baby : how’s that work anyway ? Could he manage it ? Was he going to lose you ? Could Alfred help him with that ? Then after a long conversation with him a got super confident, I mean he is around children all the time you were there, Kory was there everyone were there with him there no way he’ll fail as a parent right ? Those two stages switch like week by week. It was getting difficult for you : not because of the pregnancy but because you had to deal with an overwhelming husband. But he got fine eventually.

What I am going to say is obvious but I had to say this : Dick is an overprotective daddy

Especially because he got an adorable little princess : HIS little princess

She got him around a finger : there literally nothing he won’t do for her

You teased him so much about « Annw look at this who‘s got wrap around her little finger ? »

He is overprotective dad but not too much I mean : He’ll learn her to deal with pain, like not crying when she fell on the floor not because it’s being weak but because it’s alright there nothing to be afraid of. He’ll teach her to be obedient but don’t be afraid to ask when something doesn’t feel right to her. She’ll be fair with people and basically a very open-minded girl. He did everything on his power so his daughter will become an awesome adult.

That didn’t mean he won’t kiss ass if someone dare to put a finger on his daughter : she is his treasure no one could touch her

At first he was a bit awkward when it came to play with her : especially when she was a little girl, she used to ask him have tea with him. It wasn’t like he didn’t want to play with her but he could be socially awkward, nonetheless he did his best to be the best dad of the world.

You on the other hand felt so lucky to have such an amazing husband : He is the one who dealt with midnight baby’s bottle, singing lullaby when she had a nightmare or checked if a monster was under her bed. He is a truly helpful husband

Got skill at changing baby’s nappies too

The first time he went to a park with his daughter : he got surround by single mums I mean the man is really handsome but picture him with a 1 yo little girl around his arm ? See it’s absolutely lovely.

Oh man he felt so awkward like « yeah s’cuse me I am here for my daughter … »

Sitting, he couldn’t stop watching the whole park just to be sure his daughter was 100% Safe : People called him « ParkPD »

He did the same while shopping : he never left the shop without buying something for his daughter

She might be spoiled but she isn’t materialist

Always bought some cute pajamas like teddy pajamas

He is sucker for baby’s laugh : it became his favorite sound

Seriously he can do anything to her giggle

The first time he had to let her go to school : broke him. He was getting used to have her all around and now she will be far from him for a days.

Basically he did anything to deplay her first day at school.

« If you don’t feel ready (your daughter ’s name) just let me know » « Dick seriously she is 3 years old she is ready ! » « we can’t be 100% sure I-I won’t be there to check... »

Liar. Since her first day at school he always took time to check on her during her playtime. And if couldn’t be here because he is busy doing his Titans thing or police work, someone will definetly check on her probably Kory or Rachel / Gar’

Sometimes you got jealous about how close he is with his daughter : they got a lot of moments together

Of course you were close to her too

He took him time but he decided to introduce his daughter to Bruce : he wasn’t sure if Batman should be a part of his life of your life. But then you remember him about everything Bruce did for him and how well his relationship was with him now, dick didn’t want to lose that.

Both of you were surprised to see Bruce with a baby, turns out he was good with them almost like a grandpa.

Bruce got her some t-shirt with his logo on it, he thought it was a great gift

Your daughter got a tiny bat as a teddy it became her favorite

Because of his past, he is always afraid he might lose his daughter so time to time when he felt down : you were here by his side telling him to relax and enjoy the present she’ll grown up super fast and become a women eventually.

He did as you told : he couldn’t be more thankful. He was married to you, he felt so lucky to have you with him. You got him a beautiful daughter such an awesome princess. He couldn’t be more happy.

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all-the-love-harold · 5 years ago

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Epilogue

Master Post

November 15th 2021 - 6 weeks

The bitter Autumn air seeped through the glass of the bedroom window as Poppy and Harry caught some very much needed sleep in the early hours of this Tuesday morning. Today would have been Florence’s due date, but instead she was six weeks old, and so was her brother Oscar. They were the twins that weren’t really twins and they filled their parents' hearts with so much love that they found it difficult to sleep even when they had the chance.

Harry awoke abruptly to the sounds of Flori’s coos and let out a sign of relief when he realised she was still sleeping, but then sat up to check that the two of them were still breathing. That was the thing about being a parent, he couldn’t stop worrying about them, he even still checked in on Oli to make sure he was ok from time to time.

“You kids give me heart palpitations,” he sighed, laying back down on his pillow.

“Is everything ok?” Poppy mumbled, still half asleep .

“Yeah,” Harry said, wrapping his arm around her “Go back to sleep, Lovie.”

Poppy nestled in closer to Harry’s chest and felt her body drift back off into sleep. She didn’t know how long it had been but she guessed only about 10 minutes because Harry was asleep but not yet snoring, and Poppy found herself waking up to the sounds of Oli’s feet entering their room.

“Mummy,” he whispered “I miss my brother Ossie!”

“He’s sleeping honey” Poppy mumbled “why don’t you hop into bed with Mummy and Daddy until he wakes up.”

“He’s always sleeping!” Oli sighed but crawled in next to Poppy anyway, snuggling and tangling his legs with her own

“He’s a baby Buddy, but I promise he won’t be this boring forever...”

“Flori’s more boring, she sleeps even more” He sighed

“She’s got more growing to do, but you know she loves you, she’s alway smiling when she sees you”

Oli sighed “She doesn’t talk though,”

“She won’t until she’s a bit older, but once she does, she’ll be a total chatterbox. For now she’s all smiles.”

“And cries,” he added, the second that Flori started crying.

Harry sat upright, eyes still closed “It’s my turn,” he hummed, voice raspy with sleep.

Poppy giggled, patting him on the chest “It’s alright H, I’ve got this one”

“OK,” he laid back down and Poppy swung her legs out of the bed and walked over to the bassinet in the corner where both babies were starting to cry.

“Good Morning my little ones,” she cooed. “It’s nice to see you both awake”. She made the move to pick up Oscar first and take him over to the bed where Oli could say good morning. Juggling two babies was hard enough on its own, but because Flori was so much smaller and more fragile than Ossie, Poppy decided it was best to take them one at a time.

“Oli, give Ossie a cuddle for me while I get Flori,” she rested the baby on the bed, right next to Oli. He was still too young to hold him without supervision but he knew to be gentle when he cuddled either of the babies.

“Hi Flori Girl,” Poppy said as she picked up the second baby, “Are you going to eat for me today? Or is that too much to ask?”

Flori had had trouble feeding since she was born, which was something not uncommon to babies born six weeks early, but it made it harder to feed them both at the same time.

“H,” Poppy whispered “H I need your help with feeding them, please.”

“Hmmm,” he hummed and sat up “I’ll take Ossie”

“Can I hold the bottle for him daddy?” Oli said enthusiastically

Harry swung his legs over the edge of the bed and rubbed his eyes “Of course you can, why don’t you help me make the bottles first though?”

Oli leant over and kissed Oscar on the cheek and jumped out of bed next to Harry,“Mum his nappy smells...”

Poppy couldn’t help but giggle at her little boy, “I’ll fix that while you make his bottle.”

Oli toddled out after his father and Poppy stared at the babies as he left,“You two have the best big brother, you know that?”

***

April 5th, 2022 - 6 Months

Oli stood at the bathroom sink in front of the mirror, brushing his teeth and staring at his own reflection, opening and closing his eyes trying to see what colour they were.

“Daddy,” he said as he looked in the mirror

“Hmm,” Harry said

“Why don’t my eyes look like yours or mummy’s?”

Harry drew in a deep breath, he knew the day would come when Ollie would have questions about his real dad and where he came from, but he didn’t think it would come this soon, he’d only just turned four and he hadn’t even started school yet. He thought he’d have more time…

“Why do you ask mate?”

“Well, everyone always says how much Flori and Ossie look like mummy, but no one ever says that I look like you,” he spat the toothpaste out of his mouth and wiped his face with his sleeve.

“Hey, use the towel please,” Harry said sternly “come on, get yourself tucked up in bed and I’ll tell you a story.”

“You didn’t answer my question dad!” Oli moaned putting the towel back on its rack and looking at Harry curiously.

“That’s what I’m going to tell you a story about, silly,”’ Harry smiled at his son.

“Yay!” He ran from the bathroom and down the hallway towards his bedroom

“Walking feet Oliver Styles”, Harry called sternly and shook his head when Oliver turned around and slowed down to a power walk as he reached his room. Just a few steps behind, Harry quietly ducked into the main bedroom where Poppy was feeding the twins, and sat on the bed, running his hand through his hair.

“What’s up buttercup?” she said, looking at him with concern.

“Oli wants to know why he doesn’t look like me...”

Her body stiffened, “He knows H, we’ve told him before.”

“I know,” Harry nodded “But I think he’s feeling left out”

Poppy thought for a second, looking down at the two babies next to her, who were, biologically Harry’s, and her heart sank at the realisation that Oli might be starting to feel different to his siblings and the idea that he might be feeling a little less loved for that danced around in her head.

“We’ll talk to him H, bring him in here and we’ll tell him together, OK? We’re a team,” she said, shifting the twins into their bassinet, carefully so that they didn’t wake up. Harry nodded, and stood up, walking down the hallway and into his son’s room.

“Come and get in bed with Mum, mate, she wants to tell the story too.” “But mummy’s got the babies,” Oli said looking at Harry sadly

“They’re asleep, come on bud, come in and have a snuggle” Harry held out his hand out and Oli took it, pulling himself up and out of the bed and following Harry down the hall, stopping outside the bedroom door and looking up at his dad

“In ya go bud”

“Mummy!” he whispered loudly while he climbed into bed with Poppy “Daddy said he’s going to tell me a story about why my eyes don’t look like yours!”

She smiled at him and squeezed him in closer, “Mummy’s going to help Daddy tell you the story”

He rested his head on her chest “Good, I miss you mummy, you always put the babies to bed now..”

Her heart sank even lower and she placed a kiss on his forehead “I know buddy, how about we make a deal? I still have to put Flori and Ossie to bed, but some nights you can come in here after your bath and we’ll have a cuddle and a story, like now?”

A smile stretched across his face, “I like that, Mummy”

Harry watched as Poppy had a moment with their son and slowly pulled back the covers once they and Oli were comfortable.

“Daddy!” Oli said, “you can’t get in bed in your clothes, you have to put your jammies on.”

Harry giggled at his son and put the covers back to where they belong, walking over to the chair where he kept his long pyjama pants

“I guess you’re right buddy,” he said, glad to be given an excuse to avoid the conversation at hand. He unbuttoned his shirt and threw it into the laundry hamper before sliding his jeans off and replacing them with his pyjama pants.

“Better?” he asked

“Better..” Oli smiled and Harry walked back over to the bed, pulling the covers away and hopping in next to Oli, who was now sandwiched between the two of them. Neither Harry or Poppy made an attempt to start the story, remaining silent but looking at each other, calmly working out what to say to the curious little boy sitting between them.

“Well...” he said out ot the quiet looking up at Harry who noticed his voice was soft in the kind of way that your voice goes if you’re nervous after a bad dream.

“Alright you little bugger,” Harry smiled and ruffled his hair taking a deep breath before opening his mouth again. “You remember when Emily and Mummy were having the babies?”Oli nodded against his chest

“And you asked how they got there?”

“Yeah,” he mumbled “you said you put them there but they needed time to grow and then you said that mummy’s tummy didn’t work properly, that’s why Flori didn’t grow as much.”

“That’s right”, Harry smiled and looked at Poppy for reassurance. She smiled and nodded and he continued. “Well,then you remember that we told you that when you were in mummy’s tummy a different daddy put you in there?”

Oli didn’t say anything for a moment and Poppy and Harry left him to think about it.

“But why are you my Daddy then?” he asked looking up at Harry, confused

Poppy smiled, “The other daddy wasn’t a very nice man, so Mummy found the nicest man she knew and made him your daddy instead.”

Harry smiled at her and waited for Oli to say something again. “Is that why you didn’t get married until I was in Mummy’s belly?”

“That’s why,” Poppy said “if it wasn’t for you little man, mummy and daddy would never have fallen in love.”

He nodded and smiled to himself and quickly looked up at Harry “Thanks for not letting the bad man be my daddy”, he moved his head from Poppy’s chest to Harry’s “I like you better!”

Harry placed a kiss on Oli’s head, “I love you little man, this doesn’t change anything, OK?”

“I know,” he nodded and all three of them smiled and remained silent for quite sometime after that, snuggling up and slowly dozing off. After about half an hour, Oli stirred and sat up

“Daddy,” he cleared his throat

“Yeah buddy,” Harry said to him sleepily.

“How do you put a baby in someone’s belly?”

He sat up and looked at Poppy as she giggled at him trying to work his way out of it.

“That, my friend is a story for another day” He picked Oli up and put him on the ground next to the bed, pulling the covers off himself and getting up. “It’s way past your bedtime and you’ve got nursery tomorrow”

His face lit up at the sound of nursery “Will Thomas be there?”

“He sure will”, Harry smiled “Now bed, come on, I’ll tuck you in”

***

October 3rd 2022, 1 Year

The house was crowded, the kids were running wild and the adults were being less than helpful. In the entire year that had passed since Flori and Ossie were born, Addie had made up with her mum and forced Poppy to do the same. And that meant that Linda was there too. Fussing over the babies and turning the Cold Shoulder to everyone else.

“Ossie,” she smiled at the baby boy. “I wonder if your mum named you after where she’s from?”

“It was actually me that named Oscar.” Emily smiled and held out her hand to introduce herself “I’m Emily,”

Linda smiled, “I’m Linda,” and she turned back to the baby. “You are just the cutest little boy!”

Emily found it a little strange that Linda didn’t indulge in that conversation but decided not to worry about it since she barely knew the woman, maybe she was just shy.

Ossie smiled and rested his head on Linda’s shoulder, a habit that he’d developed recently that melted just about everyone’s heart.

“Isn’t he the sweetest?” Anne said, walking over to Linda with Flori in her arms.

“They both are,” Linda said, still staring at Ossie, who was now poking her nose .

“This one is a little more sassy than him,” Anne laughed. “Do you want some Flori time? I’ll swap you!”

“I’ll have them both,” Linda said, allowing Anne to hand Flori over but refusing to let go of Ossie. Flori let out a high pitch happy squeal when she saw her brother and gave him a big smile

“Os,” she cooed “And Flori” she smiled at the two babies in her arms “I don’t know why your parents gave you such strange names!”

“Why is she even here? She doesn’t want to talk to anyone and all she’s doing is saying passive aggressive things to our children!” Poppy huffed as she shoved a plate of half eaten spring rolls into Harry’s hand

“You invited her,” Harry said, matter-of-factly taking the plate and emptying it into the bin.

“I didn’t think she’d actually show up!” Poppy sighed, leaning most of her weight on the kitchen bench.

Harry put the plate down and wrapped his arms around her, “Why don’t we do the cake now? People leave after that right? Maybe she’ll go back to her hotel?”

“Dad won’t let her go until we ask them to.”

“Maybe we’ll get loud mouth out there to do it,” Harry nodded towards Oli, who was busy telling Emily’s nephew, Jack, that there’s a chocolate Peppa Pig Cake in the secret kitchen fridge and he knows because he’s “seen it with his own eyes!”

A huge smile spread across Poppy’s face, “How did we get this lucky H? We’ve got two beautiful babies and Oli is just the sweetest little boy. And I have you and we have this wonderful house and when I moved to London 10 years ago I never even dreamed that this would be my life.”

Harry wrapped his arms around her, “This is your life Pop, and it’s better than either of us ever thought it would be. Now let's go sing Happy Birthday to our Miracle babies”

Poppy pulled away from the hug, “You get the cake, I’ll get the kids off my mum,” she paused….”Unless you want to do that?”

“Nope,” Harry shook his head drawing his lips into a sharp line. “That job is all yours!”

Poppy rolled her eyes and plastered a huge fake smile onto her face before she walked out of the kitchen and straight over to her mother.

“Ok Mum,” she said. “It’s cake time, they need to go in high chairs.”

“You really shouldn’t give them cake you know,” Linda said trying the balance the babies without dropping them but Flori was slowly slipping down her side.

Poppy reached out and grabbed her, “Ok well when you don’t almost drop my child you can tell me what I should and shouldn’t feed them. But until then, come over to the table and sing happy birthday to them and at least pretend to be proud of the life that I’ve made for myself.”

Linda huffed “You didn’t make any of this,” she laughed, almost manically. “You had this handed to you!”

Poppy took a deep breath to try and calm herself down. This didn’t need to be a repeat of the last time her mother was here. No one was going to storm out today. No one was going to stop talking to anyone.

“Just put Ossie in his high chair, Mum,” she sighed.“Or give him to me and I’ll do it.”

Linda walked away with Oscar still nestled in her arms “She didn’t even make you Ossie,” she said in a fake baby voice that just about sent Poppy over the edge. Harry stepped in at just the right moment, placing the cake on the table in front of the highchairs and switched the lights off, getting everyone's attention, while Poppy secured Florence into her chair and made sure that Oscar’s buckle was done up.

“....Haaaappppy Birthday!” Harry started singing and everybody joined in, except Linda, who stood in the corner and sulked until the song was over. Florence and Oscar were staring at the cake, looking confused, but smiling at all the singing.

“Ok before we cut the cake,” Harry said “I’d like to thank everyone for coming and for being so supportive over the last 12 months. We didn’t think we’d be here again after Violet was born two years ago, but thanks to Emily and some incredible luck on Poppy’s behalf, were blessed with two of the most beautiful babies ever.” Tears started welling in his eyes “So thank you for being here to celebrate with us!”

****

March 2024 - 3 Years

Florence always had trouble sleeping at night. There was a monster under her bed, she was sure of it. It had pink furry arms and eyes that looked like the Gruffalo’s. Her Mum and dad’s bed was much safer, but she couldn’t leave Oscar in the room alone.

“Ossie” she said loudly to wake him up “Ossie the monster’s coming we need to tell Mum and Dad”

Oscar jumped out of his bed “I don’t like monsters Flori”

“Dad will scare it, come on” Florence flicked her matted hair behind her shoulders with all the sass in the world and left the room

“Mummy” Ossie said, almost crying, “There’s a monster in my room”

Poppy and Harry froze in their tracks. He was deep inside her and she was only seconds away from an orgasm. They were thankful that the lights were out, and that the twins couldn’t see that Harry was on top of her or that his hands were massaging her breasts. At the sound of Ossie’s voice both of them sighed, they hadn’t had a moment to themselves for weeks now, between all three of their children, there was always one of them in your bed.

“A monster?” Harry said once he had rolled off Poppy, giving her a moment to catch her breath “What’s going on buddy?”

“There was noise and the monster was coming to get me” the tears were streaming down his face.

“Dad you need to get it” Flori said “It’s got pink furry arms”

“Are you sure they’re pink?” Harry said, pulling the covers tighter over himself

“Yes” Flori nodded “Bright pink”

“Come here buddy” Poppy cooed holding her arms out for a hug, but Ossie seemed to think that was an invitation to get under the covers and Flori soon followed, snuggling in next to her brother. Ossie didn’t notice anything for a while, but once he stopped crying he lifted his head from Poppy’s shoulder

“Mummy, why are you naked?”

She turned her head to look at Harry and he just smirked at her and shrugged, offering no help

“I must have forgotten my clothes”

“Your bra’s on the floor over there” Flori pointed to where her bra laid haphazardly over the floor after Harry had thrown it off.

At that Harry let out a loud cackle “Yeah, Pop, what’s your bra doing on the floor”

She playfully hit Harry across his torso “I don’t know Harry, why is your underwear hanging on the side of the bed”

“Daddy, are you naked too?” Ossie asked

“Daddy doesn’t like clothes buddy” Harry laughed

“Daddy’s going to go and find his clothes now, isn’t he?” Poppy said passive aggressively

“Not sure that’s a good idea love” he furrowed his brow and she knew exactly what he meant, but she thought she’d tease him little and hovered her hand over his dick, which was still hard.

“You better go fix that then” she whispered pointing to the bathroom

“You want to help?” he winked

“There’s monsters Harry” she sighed and he got the hint, pulling the covers back and throwing you his t-shirt before he walked into the bathroom. You were thankful that the twins remained oblivious to most of this conversation. She attempted to get the shirt on without disturbing them too much, but he was still a little on edge so any movement worried him.

“Sorry buddy” you said, pulling him in closer now that you had something to cover yourself.

“Where’s Daddy gone?” Ossie was almost crying again

“He just went to the toilet” She kissed his head trying to comfort him

“The monster will get him Mummy”

“There’s no monsters Oli, our house is safe”

“Mum, there’s definitely monsters” Flori said, unwilling to let the conversation die

Harry walked back into the room, wearing a pair of pyjama pants, and climbed into the bed again.

“Can I cuddle daddy too?” Ossie asked

“course you can little man” Harry said, moving over so that Ossie could lay between them both. He calmed down after that, and only a few moments later he was snoring and so was Flori. But there was no rest for the wicked, because just as Harry and Poppy were about to drift off, Oliver walked in.

“I can’t sleep” He said

Harry rolled over and looked towards the door where Oli was standing “What’s wrong buddy?”

Oli shrugged “Just can’t sleep” he said, rubbing his eyes

Harry sighed and pulled the covers back, thankful that this time he was wearing pants “hop in”

Oli snuggled in beside Harry and made himself comfortable.

“We’re turning into one of those sexless couples” Poppy sighed once they were all sleeping

“Tomorrow’s a day-care day” Harry whispered

“And I’m going to work” Poppy said, leaning over the child in-between them to place a kiss on Harry’s cheek

“Take a sick day” he winked

***

September 1st 2025 - 5 Years

“Flori” Poppy called from the kitchen “come here at let me do your hair, please”

Flori didn’t hurry down stairs, infact, she took them one at a time, making sure she could practice her ballet kicks as she went. The timing of today couldn’t have been worse, not only were the twins starting school, but Harry was leaving for a world tour that started in Paris. This was the first one of this scale since they were born, it was a 12 month long tour, with regular breaks, at Poppy’s demand.

“Oliver, I need you to start getting dressed buddy” Poppy said sternly as her almost 10 year old son sat on the couch watching cartoons.

“I don’t want to go back to school” he sighed “I want to go around the world with Dad”

“School is more important Oliver” Harry said from the kitchen bench where he was attempting to pack the twins bags “You’ll get to visit me on tour in your half term remember?”

Oli rolled his eyes “I know” he said and got up, turning the TV off on his way to his bedroom.

“Thank you Oli,” Poppy smiled “Tell your sister to hurry up too please”

“I’m right here Mum” Flori said innocently, swishing her hair off her shoulder.

A tear came to Poppy’s eyes as she saw her daughter dressed in her school uniform for the first time. When she looked at her feet in her school shoes she couldn’t help but think about how tiny those same feet had been when she was born. Or how Chubby her cheeks got when she was six months old and not yet walking. Or how grown up she looked now.

“Mum, why are you crying?” Flori asked

“Because” Poppy wiped the tears from her eyes with a slight giggle “My baby girl is all grown up”

“I’m not an adult” she said “just a big girl”

“You’re right” Poppy laughed “Now! How does a big school girl want her hair done today?”

“Piggy tails!” Flori exclaimed, jumping a little with the excitement of it all.

“Okay,” Harry said, “Bags are packed. Where’s Ossie?”

“He doesn’t know how to do his neck thing up” Flori said while Poppy pulled her hair through the bobble.

Harry nodded and made his way up stairs to where Oscar was standing at his mirror, like he’d seen his dad do so many times before, struggling to tie his tie.

“Need some help there little dude?” Harry said, leaning against the door frame.

“This is hard dad” he sighed

“Here, let me show you” Harry walked in the room and knelt down on Oscar’s level, taking the tie off him. “You start by putting your collar up, then you put the tie around your neck, and make sure the two tails match up, then you loop this big one around and pull it through”

“I don’t think I’ll remember that” Oscar said, smiling at his dad

“That’s ok” Harry smiled back, “Mummy can help, she helps me with me with mine all the time”

“Who’s going to help you when mummy is here with me and you’re busy singing and making other people happy?”

“I’ll be ok buddy, I’ll have lots of people to help me, you need your mummy here”

“She’s the best mummy” Oscar said

“Sure is” Harry grinned “Now should we go to school?”

“Yes!” Oscar exclaimed! “Ready for big school!”

“Let’s go then!”

They ran down the stairs to find Oli, Flori and Poppy waiting at the door

“Are we ready for big school?!” Poppy exclaimed

“Yes yes yes” Flori and Ossie said together, still jumping with excitement.

The school was only a short walk away from their house, so instead of the hassle of getting everyone secured into car seats, they walked to school as a family, Oli rode his scooter and Flori and Ossie held hands the entire way there.

“How did we get here?” Poppy said, holding onto Harry’s hand as they walked “It took us so long to get them, and here they are, about to start school”

“Just look at them Pop,” Harry smiled “We’re so lucky to have them”

“Oli will be in high school next time we blink” Poppy said “And dating”

“Oh god” Harry sighed and laughed at the same time.

They walked into the school through the front gate and Oli took his helmet off, grabbing his bag off Harry and running off towards his friends. But just as he started to gain speed he turned around and came back.

“Bye Dad,” he said wrapping his arms around Harry’s waist “I’ll miss you dad”

“I’ll call you everyday buddy and it’s only two weeks before I’m back here” then Harry knelt down so that he could whisper something to Oli. “If you keep practicing on your guitar you’ll be able to replace mitch when he gets too old”

That left Oli smiling from ear to ear and he started to run towards his friends again

“Bye mum and dad, I love you” he called as he ran.

“Alright you two, lets go find your new teacher and put your bags away”

They walked towards the twins classroom and introduced themselves to the teacher who encouraged them to stay and play with them while they got settled in. Poppy was reminded of Oli’s first day and how clingy he had been and she thanked her lucky stars that Flori and Ossie had each other. When it was time for parents to leave, Harry and Poppy simply kissed their children goodbye and left and neither of them cried. They left the school feeling a little empty, like they’d left something behind and Poppy kept checking her watch to see how long until she could turn around and pick them up again.

“We did it H, we got three kids to school”

He took her hand and kissed her gently “it’s a Sign of the times Pop”

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