#his eyes are amazing. his mama's love is so apparent

[sweatinf]

aaaa... kagetsu... prayge

thank you for the prompt!!

[bwabys-scenarios]

NSFW

Gojo talks to your pussy like it’s an actual cat. He coos, kissing your clit. “How’s my pretty kitty today? Ready for some lovin’?”

And boy does he give it some lovin’.

He’s an expert with his tongue, lapping at your folds and sucking on your sensitive bundle of nerves with a neediness you’d never expect the strongest sorcery to have.

He’s kind of obsessed with your pussy and making you cum. He’ll spend hours between your legs, his fingers knuckle deep in your cunt and his tongue glued to your clit.

He’ll fist his needy cock, looking up at you with those pretty blue eyes. “Want you so bad, so fucking bad… gotta make you cum one more time… one more time…”

When he finally sinks his cock into you, your sheets are already drenched in your cum.

“Baby, you look tired. The night has only just begun, princess.”

He fucks into you so tenderly, you almost cry. Gojo loves you, that much is apparent in the self restraint he has when his hips meet yours. He always lets you adjust to his size before going faster, even if the two of you have had sex a hundred times.

“Fuck, so good for me princess… my perfect angel…”

He keeps a hand on your tummy, groaning into your ear. “Such a perfect princess… would be an amazing mama, wouldn’t you? Gonna fill you up, get you pregnant…”

He’s intent on breeding you, filling you with his seed and making sure you’re ready plump and happy with a cute baby bump.

When he cums, it’s almost too much. Your tummy feels so full, so warm. He’s likes to keep you plugged up with his cock while you two sleep, whispering words of praise and adoration while he rubs your tummy. “It’ll work this time, I just know it. Can’t wait to be a daddy…”

[a-romantics-guide-to-life]

⋆⟡˚ ཐི⋆♱ 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 ♱⋆ཋྀ ˚⟡⋆

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dad coriolanus snow x fem reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: parent life with coryo has been a blessing and a curse due to his political status and long work days so imagine your surprise when he finds time to take your kids trick or treating

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: tooth rotting fluff, softie dad coryo, trick or treating, "family costume" based on the addams family (didn't really mention it though), bullying, coryo being a very protective dad

𝐚/𝐧: HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!! hope everyone has an amazing day and here is my final treat for all of you! i am honestly so surpirsed i actually finished all of this and i hope you enjoy the grand finale of this years flufftober!!

𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟-𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“Come on Melody darling, we gotta go if you wanna go out!” You yell from the family room of your house.

“OKAY MAMA, ONE SEC!!!” Your daughter yells from her room. You shake your head, turning to the clock that pointed to the time of nearly nine PM. You shook your head, your darling two year old son, Jasper, raising his arms to you from your feet where he stands. You smile at him, picking him up, his arms coming to play with your silky hair that lay softly on your collar. He babbles “pwetty ‘air” as his small hands run through the perfect waves.

If only Melody would hurry up.

If only Coriolanus would hurry.

It was nothing new for your President of a husband to be staying overtime with the senators and other politicians on Halloween of all days. You knew exactly what you were signing up for when you signed that marriage contract. In fact, you knew much much earlier when you and Coryo had started dating during your time at the Academy. You knew that no matter how much he loved and valued you and his family, he’d always work so hard, too hard, just to make all of you proud. You knew that he loved you so much that he dedicated the quiet dark of his nights just to be with you while slaving away his days to achieve that dream that, not too long ago, felt so far away. 

You made sure your children knew that as well.

“Dada,” Jasper smiled, turning his brilliant blue eyes towards you. He had inherited all your looks, from your hair all the way down to the curve of your nose but his eyes were all his fathers.

You smile, pressing a warm kiss to your son’s cheek. “Yes, don’t worry darling, your papa is on his way here right now.”

“Is he really Mama?” Your daughter asked, you smiled at the girl who was now standing on the couch, not too far away from where you stood. You smile, carrying her with your other arm, noticing how she runs her fingers through her blonde curls much like her father. Her hair, a little messy from running around her room and downstairs.

“Why, of course he is baby. You know how bad traffic can get. I’m sure he’s running home right now on his own two legs.”

Jasper and Melody laugh, hugging you. You smile, setting them down and bringing Melody to sit on your lap so you can fix her twin braids. 

You knew Coriolanus wouldn’t be able to make it tonight, he had one of the most important meetings of his presidency tonight. Yet, it didn’t hurt to wait and you still had to fix Melody’s attempt at braids.

Jasper wobbles on his feet, walking to the coffee table in front of the TV to grab his bag. 

Melody hums as you braid her auburn hair, the color similar to Coriolanus’ mothers apparently. 

When you were pregnant with Melody during the beginning of Coriolanus’ campaign for President, you were so worried. The actual pregnancy was so so so painful, for you and Coriolanus. Many times he had urged you to terminate, making sure all Panem's best doctors were five minutes away in case anything went awry. Coriolanus barely slept at night, watching your form sleep curled up to his side. He watched in trepidation for even the slightest tell of pain. But it never came, not that that would stop Coriolanus from watching his beautiful wife sleep. that stopped him from watching his beautiful wife rest peacefully.

The actual birth of your darling was terrifying for Coriolanus. You had been in so much pain during your third trimester and hearing your cries and wails as you pushed Melody out scarred Coriolanus forever. 

He especially felt fear when you had gotten pregnant with Jasper. Coryo’s own mother didn’t make it out of the second birth, so imagine his fear after you smiled at him announcing your second child. 

You two had an enormous fight about it which ended with Coriolanus sleeping in his office for nearly a week while you could barely care for five year old Melody who always asked for her papa and why “mama and papa not talking to each other? You sad, mama?”

You nearly broke under the pressure, especially when you two had to attend the last minute dinner party of one of the senators with Melody in tow. You had forced laughs and smiled so artificially in your elegantly dark gown, the color a silent nudge at the growing rift between you and Coriolanus.

But by the end of that night, you were so exhausted from walking around on shards of glass, you carried Melody to the car, setting her down to lay in your lap before letting the dam overflow. Coriolanus had never seen you so low, he knelt in front of you after you brang Melody to your bed, hugging your tummy and nuzzling his face into your belly. He apologized so profusely, you wondered if that was all he could say.

Suffice to say that after that night, Coriolanus vowed to never again make you cry as you did on that tortuous ride home where you dug your palms flat against your eyes, sobbing softly while sniffling quietly.

“There you go Melody. Do you like them?” You asked having finished the second braid.

You reach for the mirror on the coffee table, holding it up to show your daughter her hair. She squealed, taking the mirror before bolting to where her brother stood. She held the mirror in front of her brother, Jasper turning his head slightly in the mirror watching his reflection. 

“Lookie, Jas! You as handsome as Papa and I’m pretty as Mama.” She giggles, setting the mirror down before dancing with her younger brother, squeals of joy filling the air.

“That you are my little snowflakes.” A deep voice rumbled from the doorway.

Jasper and Melody squeal even louder, if that possible, and run to their father who stands in the doorway. He smiles, bedding down in his pressed black and gray pinstriped suit, wrapping his strong arms around your two children, hoisting them up. Jasper hugs his fathers neck, nuzzling his face into the crook of Coryo’s neck while Melody smacks a kiss to his cheek before wrapping her arms around her brother and her father.

You smile at the scene, Coriolanus’ deep blue eyes meeting your own as he walks over to you. He plops the kids onto the couch before stepping right in front of you. His hands fall to your hips where the delicately black fabric wrinkles, accentuating your figure.

“Hello darling.”

“Why hello mister President.”

He barks a laugh, smiling down at you. He leans in, kissing you softly on your forehead, making his way to each cheek before finally kissing your nose.

You pout, “no kiss on the lips Coryo?”

He smiles, his hand coming to hold your cheek. “Wouldn’t want to mess up your perfectly vicious red lip now would I?”

“Good thing it’s kiss proof then, isn’t it?”

He growls before, bringing his hand to your nape, tugging you forward to meet his lips in a savage kiss. You hear Melody gasp before slapping her hands over what is probably her little brother's eyes.

His lips ravage yours, your hands flying to his chest, roaming the expanse. ALl that could go through either of your heads was mine. His hand comes up to your lower back, rubbing soothingly up and down knowing that ever since the birth of his two gems, your back hasn’t quite been the same.

“MAMA PAPA, CAN YOU PLEASE HAVE THIS MOMENT LATER?! WE NEED TO GOOOO!” Melody yells, wedging herself between yours and Coriolanus’ legs. 

Coriolanus finally lets up, heavy breathing and near panting filling the small space between yours and Coriolanus’ faces.

“Ma, Pa, kiss kiss.” Jasper says as he stalks over to your legs, grabbing the black fabric of your dress, arms stretched up to you. You chuckle, picking your baby up.

“Yes, Ma and your Pa were kissing.” You nuzzle his cheek, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Come on Mama, Papa, can we please go? They gonna run out of candy before we get there.” Your daughter runs to the door, slipping on her boots, candy bag in hand.

“Slow down there snowflake, don’t want you to melt before you get out there, do we?” Coriolanus pats her head as she turns her face to look up to her fathers, her eyes mirroring into her own.

“Okay Papa, I’ll slow down.”

“That’s my girl.”

“Trick or treat!” Melody and Jasper yelled, along with the other kids that had reached that particular door.

“Oh my, what a wonderful group of children I see.” The woman who opened the door exclaimed, handing each and every child at her door at least five candies each. Melody shouted thanks before walking over back to where you and Coryo stood waiting for them by the sidewalk.

“Oooo Papa, can we go to that house over there? And the other one? And the other one?”

“Of course we can have my little gem, but are you sure your bag will be able to hold all that candy?” Coryo raised his eyebrows even though you and Coryo both knew that you had each brought an extra bag for the kids knowing just how long they’d want to stay out walking door to door to get some free candy.

“Of course it can Papa!”

“Okay then Melody, we can go to every single house in the Capitol then. If that is what you want of course.”

“Mama said we should definitely stop by Mrs.Plinth house so can we go there after this street?”

Coryo raises his eyes to meet yours, a sheen of unshed tears brimming his eyes.

“Okay darling, we can go visit Ma Plinth’s if you’d like.”

Melody smiles, a brilliant smile, at her father. She runs off to the next house, her brother in tow. The subtle (although not really invisible, just in disguise) bodyguards follow the young kids, you and Coyo not trailing too far behind.

“So, Ma Plinth’s, huh?” He asks, his eyes watching his darling kids ahead. He takes your arm in his, his hands slightly trembling.

“Yeah, I just thought it’d, you know,” you pause. Your hands rubbing circles on Coryo’s, knowing everything that he did, all the sacrifices he made to survive. You sigh, turning to the man next to you, his gaze hardening ahead of him. “I just thought it’d be nice to pay her a visit with the kids.”

Coryo let out a shaky sigh, shaking his head while his jaw was clenched so hard, his jaw could seemingly kill a man. You leaned to him, kissing his jaw.

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath in, holding it for a second, and then releasing it. He takes your hand, kissing the blood red diamond sitting on the delicate band of your fingers before smiling at you, his deep blue eyes meeting yours.

You two continue to stroll along, watching Melody and Jasper walk from door to door, yelling “Trick or treat!” You and Coryo laugh, taking in all the sights and sounds that neither of you got to experience all thanks to the war. 

You and Coryo laughed, feeling fully at ease with each other on the night where you can be anything and anyone, anywhere.

Until your head cries that is.

You and Coryo both stiffen at the sound of your children crying. Both of them run back towards you, tears falling down their rosy pink cheeks. You crouch down, picking up Jasper whose sobs and cries could be heard all throughout the Capitol. You soothe him, asking him what’s wrong. He just nuzzles himself further into your neck, more and more tears falling from his eyes.

Coryo’s eyes had hardened, his long legs carrying him to where his precious First Daughter stood, the back of her hands rubbing profusely at her eyes. In that instance, she resembled him, Coryo thought. Her same marine eyes, tears rolling down them as he just found out that his mother died, his father died, that they had lost everything. 

He kneels down in front of Melody, taking his hands to cup her cheeks, nudging her own hands out of the way.

“What’s wrong my darling snowflake?”

She hiccups, kids around them stopping and staring at the strangely fancily dressed man and the small girl wearing twin braids in a gothic black dress.

“O-oh Pa-paa, w-” she stumbles over her words, making Coriolanus’ heart grow weaker at the sight of his daughter crying, “why are k-kids so m-mean?”

“Darling, you’re not a mean kid. What happened?”

“Th-They took our c-candy, me and J-Jasper’s. They took i-it saying i-it was taxes so I told them that y-you were my Pa and that y-you make the taxes.” 

Coryo’s hands balled, fists ready to hunt down whichever lowlife had dared tax his daughter, stolen her candy, and ridiculed the Snow name.

He lifted Melody up, rubbing her back up and down slowly as her tears slowed and her hiccups became few and far inbetween. He walked back over to you where Jasper had nearly cried himself to sleep, the previously full candy bag slung over your shoulder.

You met Coriolanus’ eyes, a quiet yet roaring fire brewing in his iris’. He sends the guards off to find the little shits who had harassed his daughter. He led you to the car you had driven there, setting a sleepy Melody down in the seat next to yours before shutting the door.

You rolled down your window, asking Coryo “where are you going?”

He simply replied, his eyes darkening. 

“Taking care of business.”

Needless to say, the next day Melody’s squeals of excitement and subsequent footsteps up the stairs and into your room were explanation enough for the truckload of candy awaiting you in the family room downstairs.

Bonus:

“Coriolanus Snow, what are we going to do with all this candy?”

“Eat it?”

“Don’t you think you went even a little overboard? Whatever did you do to those poor boys?”

“First off, they were not poor. And secondly, I didn’t do anything out of my reins as President of Panem and father of two gems.”

and that concludes this years flufftober!!! i hope you have enjoyed each of these as much as i have whilst writing them!!

[embrosegraves]

𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕪 𝕀𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖

(request) Fernando Alonso x Fem!Reader As much as he loves it, Fernando is a bit confused as to why his wife is refusing to let him go anywhere.

Warnings: none. maybe some spelling errors.

Fernando is, in the words of many, a certified DILF. He’s always had the attention of women his entire career, however lately he has become more and more popular amongst teenage girls. You couldn’t blame them, of course not. If you were a teenager still, you would be the exact same. Even now, his teenage fans considered you, his wife, as “one of them”. You had fun chatting and interacting with his fans on social media because you all agreed on one crucial thing. Fernando Alonso was hot as fuck. 

One afternoon, you had been lounging on your couch and scrolling through tiktok. A lot of Fernando’s fans tended to tag you in edits they’d made of him. Clicking on the most recent tag, a video appeared of a girl who only just looked the legal age. 

“This is a message for F1’s resident MILF, Y/n Alonso.” 

She spent the next few minutes talking about different clothing trends that she thought would look nice on Fernando. One such trend was a formal suit without a shirt or vest. You privately agreed that he would look amazing, but the one that really caught your eye was the trend that went around a few years ago. Of men wearing light grey sweatpants. Of course you knew why the trend was so…big. It made you curious as to whether Fernando also had a pair of grey sweatpants. 

Getting up from the couch, you decided that you would look through the wardrobe and have a look. If he did, you were going to have to try and convince him to wear them for you. For science. You started looking through all of his clothes and were a bit disappointed when you couldn’t find any. Being so deep in your musings, you hadn’t heard Fernando come back inside from his workout in the backyard. 

“Hola, Mi Amor.” 

Fernando laughed at the shriek that left your mouth. Turning around you started scolding him for scaring you, until you realised what clothes he had changed into after he showered. 

The grey sweatpants you had been looking for. 

Fernando had apparently not noticed your brain short circuiting. Your husband wasn’t always the smartest, but at least he was pretty. He continued talking to you, completely unaware of the effect his clothes had on you. 

“I was thinking we should go and get some groceries later. Mama sent me the recipe for this bread I haven’t had since I was a child.” 

“That sounds great, Guapo,” you said, shaking out of your stupor, “but I think I’m too tired to get groceries today. We could go tomorrow if you’d like?” 

“I can always go by myself if you don’t want to, I don’t mind.” Fernando frowned a little. It was almost lunch time, how could you be tired still?  

Frantically you shook your head. Snaking your arms around his waist, you looked up at him through your lashes. 

“No, I want to go with you, tomorrow. When I won’t be as tired.” You gave a demure smile, really trying to discreetly convince him to stay home. You knew that if your reaction to seeing your husband like this — in the comfort of your own home — was this dramatic, the teenage girls on tiktok would go ballistic. You had to prevent that as much as you could. 

Which is why you knew that Fernando would bend to your every wish if you looked up at him and bat your delicate eyelashes. Just as you predicted, his hands gently rubbed the length of your body. 

He smiled at you and nuzzled his ever-growing stubble into the crook of your neck. “Okay. We’ll go tomorrow.”

“Can we lay down for now? At least until I need to make dinner.”

“We can do whatever you want, Corazón.”

Weeks later, Fernando had come home early from a race weekend. He hadn’t seen your car in the driveway so he assumed that you were either still at work (it was monday after all) or you had gone to the shops for something. The thought of being there for you to come home to, as you usually were for him, made him more giddy than he’d’ve liked to admit. 

He had quickly taken a shower, putting on his most comfortable pair of grey sweatpants, and started to prepare a nice snack and drink for you. Just as he put the last thing on the plate for you, he heard your car pull up the drive. Excited to see you after so long apart, he opened the front door and started walking towards your car. 

Still sitting in your car, you had been checking your phone when Fernando knocked on the driver's side window. Seeing him standing next to your car door, your eyes widened. You had immediately clocked onto the fact that he was wearing the sweatpants. Grabbing your things and opening the door, you got out as quickly as you possibly could. 

“Welcome home, Mi Amo—“ 

“Get inside! Quickly!” 

Fernando was confused. More confused than he had been a few weeks ago when you were too tired to go to the store with him. 

“Why the rush?” 

“No questions, just please go back inside the house!” 

Despite knowing that you lived in a relatively private area, your neighbours usually stuck to themselves, you couldn’t help but worry that someone had gotten a picture of Fernando in his grey sweatpants . 

Once you were both inside, Fernando sufficiently confused, you started to relax a little. 

“Is everything okay Amor? Why were you rushing?” 

You hummed. “Hmm? Oh, sorry I thought I’d seen some paparazzi. I was just a little worried.”

Later that same day, you were in your kitchen mixing yourself a cocktail to sip on while watching some TV. You could hear Fernando on his phone scrolling through his tiktok feed. Which would’ve been fine, if you hadn’t heard exactly what tiktok he was watching. 

Fernando didn’t often get videos about clothes on his for you page, but he felt compelled to sit through a video that came up about possible outfits for him to wear. What had really gotten his attention was that the video had been addressed to you. 

“This is a message for F1’s resident MILF, Y/n Alonso.” 

He was intrigued so he continued to watch the video. it wasn’t until the girl started explaining the Grey Sweats Trend that he finally figured out why you didn’t want him going outside. Curiously, he checked the comments to see what people thought about the trends she pointed out, only to see that you had left a comment on the video yourself.

yn.alonso 🔵 I think I'm gonna gatekeep the grey sweats 🤭 fernandoFan14 creator I can't even be mad 🫠

Shutting off his phone he walked into the kitchen to find you humming to yourself. You had been trying to pretend that you hadn’t just heard what he was watching. You tried to continue making your drink as if nothing was suspicious but you had to freeze when Fernando wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed his whole body against your back. You didn’t often curse the height difference between the two of you, but with the way he was perfectly aligned with your backside, you couldn’t help it. 

“Is everything alright, Cariño?” You asked, trying your hardest to ignore the way he was pressing and practically rubbing against you. 

“I heard you were gatekeeping me from my fans.” 

“Who said that?” 

He chuckled. “You should know exactly who said it, Amor.” 

He attached his mouth to your neck and started placing slow, open kisses all the way from your shoulder to behind your ear. You knew in an instant that it was going to be a long night ahead.

My mind has been so centred on ABIN that I've basically had writer's block for anything that isn't for that series, so I apologise for how long this request has been sitting in my inbox.

otherwise, I hope you all enjoyed <3

[tonyboneysblog]

MOTHER HEN: PART THREE

parings: hawks x mother!reader

word count: 2.9k

warnings: talks of abuse/ trauma!

notes: yall I cooked on this angst chapter (there’s comfort after I swear)

summary: You, the mother of Fumikage Tokoyami, are just a simple nurse! Who caught the eye of a certain pro.

It’s been maybe a week or two since Fumikage, your precious angel, has spread his wings and joined U.A.

and today is currently your off day! Which isn’t completely rare but you still enjoy them.

Most the time you clean and tidy up the house, checking the fridge to see if you need to get groceries- which is your favorite because you love going to the grocery store and-…it’s full?

inside has a small note in Fumikages hand writing…

“Decide to go shopping for you so you could rest, Love Fumikage & Dark Shadow.”

darn your amazing son.

so now, you don’t have anything to do because your son decided he wanted to helpful.

So what do you do?

watch the news of course.

Nothing interesting is happening today really, maybe today is just a slow day!

those are your least favorite.

but then, your savior came, that one bird guy you saw at the restaurant!

apparently he was doing an interview today on channel 58, and you were only slightly interested in him.

So you switch to the channel obviously, seeing his amazing wings that were much bigger than yours…

you really don’t know how long you watched that interview- then decided to watch a few videos on his quote, “epic saves”.

Maybe it was the wings, they were bright and shiny- maybe it’s just a bird thing.

what’s not a bird thing though is going onto G-bay to find overpriced merch of him.

It’s like starting a really good show and hyper-fixating on the side character instead of the main one.

After about 20 minutes of scrolling, you finally found your holy grail.

a 15 inch hawks plush with metallic wings, now you really liked shiny things- which is why it caught your eye.

Probably just a bird thing.

It was 30 dollars though…well whatever you’ll regret this later.

now all you have to do is wait for your new shiny edition to your nest! and while waiting you don’t mind watching more-

BZZT BZZT BZZT

your phone vibrates, it’s a call from the school?

Fumikage did warn you it would get kind of crazy up at U.A.- did he get hurt?

“Is this Ms.Tokoyami?”

you hesitate, “uhm yes, is something wrong with Fumikage at the school? did he get in a fight?”

Now it was the principals turn to hesitate, “ah, no ma’am, we just need to inform you that the school was attacked by villains-“

what?

“I-is my son okay?!”

“Ma’am, please calm down-“

You immediately snap, “don’t you tell me to fucking calm down- your supposed to be the top hero school and you somehow get infiltrated by some thugs?!”

“Ma’am, please-“

You hang up, you know where Fumikage is.

So you get into your car and drive as fast as the law will let you.

You reach the school and immediately get out of your car looking for Fumikage.

You can see a group of students standing by multiple cops, and you finally spot Fumikage.

You sigh out of relief, he’s safe, he’s here, you’re here.

You start to run towards him, “Fumi!”

He instantly looks around for who called him, seeing you.

“M-mother?!”

you can here his class gasp, repeating what he said.

You reach Fumikage, your beautiful boy, and hug him tightly.

“M-mother, what are you doing here?” He says with confusion.

“Principal called to notify me, so I came straight away.”

You pull back and cup his face, “are you a okay, Fumi?”

“M-mother not infront of the class…” he whispers with embarrassment.

“Fumi, you worried me sick! Are we able to leave now? I want you home.”

“Yes mother, I just gave my statement to-“

You grab Fumikages hand and drag him to the car, “good, let’s go then.”

Fumikage hops into the car, still with his hero costume on.

“Best hero school my ass…” you whisper angrily.

“It was the villains quirk, mama.”

“Yea well I expect better from U.A.- you better have not even been near those villains!”

Fumikage looks away.

“Fumi, please tell me they kept you away from the villains.”

“Well we got separated and-“

that’s definitely a fucking email.

You put your head onto the steering wheel.

“Do you not have any hope in my ability’s?!”Fumikage angrily bursts out.

“Excuse me- you shouldn’t have even been near those villains.” You say angrily.

“I can handle myself.”

“You could’ve gotten hurt!”

“I’m training to be a hero, mother!- I can get beaten up if I have to.”

“You shouldn’t have to!”

“Well dad did didn’t he? Is that why he left?!”

Then the car goes quiet.

You don’t like talking about Tokoyamis father, you always argued with him about how hard you worked and how hard he worked- training to become a hero.

He told you he didn’t need a “loose end” on his record, he didn’t need Fumikage.

you don’t like talking about him at all.

“Fumikage, I don’t like talking about him.”

“He was a hero, he worked for that didn’t he?”

You don’t understand why Fumikage wants to put him in a good light.

“He was barely a hero, he left you Fumikage.”

Fumikage whispers, “Maybe that was the right thing to do.”

You smack the steering wheel, “You needed a father Fumi, I couldn’t do all of that by myself- I…”

He raises his voice, “Is that why you let Ryuji do that to me, because you thought I needed a father?!”

“Fumikage, I didn’t know he was like that!” You plead with him.

“You were barely even home, you barely know me!”

“watch your tone, boy.”

Fumikage immediately stops, he always hated when you were angry with him.

So angry to the point you stopped using his name, the one you gave him.

You take the car out of park, and start the drive home.

it’s quiet, you like it like that anyways.

Ryuji was nice to Fumikage when you were home.

Sometimes you wish you could be at home all the time for Fumikage.

You wish that you could know him more, you just want him to live a good life.

It was four years ago, you decided to come home early, Fumikage and Ryuji were arguing about something stupid- you forgot what it was about.

You saw Ryuji pin Fumikage against the wall and then he started screaming at him, Fumikage was terrified.

You called the police while you tried to get Ryuji off of Fumikage, they ended up tasering him.

Fumikage slept in you bed for 2 months after that.

He said the nightmares would stop when he was with you.

You try your best to avoid that hallway now.

You eventually pull into your driveway, Fumikage goes inside first, you stay in the car for a moment.

You can’t protect Fumikage from everything, no matter how hard you try.

Walking into the house, you try to open Fumikages door to apologize to him, it’s locked.

So instead you go out to the balcony in your room, you’re able to see a lake peeking out from the trees.

And it’s quiet.

You like the quiet though.

Ryuji hated it so he always talked to fill up the space.

So now when it got quiet, you could faintly hear Ryuji talking about something that was never that important.

you hate the quiet now.

You can feel the tears falling down onto the dark wood below you, your curled into yourself on the lounge chair that’s outside

you haven’t really cried in awhile, never had the time.

you feel a weight sit next to you on the chair, you assume it’s Fumikage.

“F-Fumi, m’sorry baby- ma-“

“Fumi?” An energetic voices says playfully.

that’s not Fumikage…

You look up, only to see hawks…

“What’re you doing here…” you say hesitantly, confused on why the number three hero was here.

“I was on patrol..?”

“Why’re you here…?”

“I saw that my favorite nurse was upset!” He replies happily.

You nod and wipe your face.

“So, why’re you crying?” He cocks his head to the side with curiosity.

You sigh, “it’s nothing…”

“Clearly it isn’t.”

you rub your temples, “It’s just- everything’s been piling up.”

“Yea, I understand.” He rubs your back softly.

“M’sorry, you should go back to patrol-“

“No, the world doesn’t need me for a couple minutes, but you do.” He says with a carefree smile.

You sigh, trying to control you breathing so you don’t make even more of a fool out of yourself.

“You want a hug?” He opens his arms awkwardly, almost as if he’s never actually gave someone a genuine hug.

You open your arms as well, leaning into him and taking comfort in his warmth, he smells good too.

“Man, your wings are small…” he whispers softly.

“rude.” You scoff.

“N-not in a bad way! It’s uhm…cute!”

“Don’t say a woman is cute when she’s older than you.” You say while chuckling softly.

“What if I like older women?”

“I thought you were supposed to comfort me, not flirt.” You push yourself out of the warm hug.

“Sorry- second nature for me.” He stretches, his wing go with him, almost knocking over a plant.

“Your wings are too big…” you say in a retort to his earlier comment.

“I can make them smaller for you.”

“I bet mine are way softer.” You tease.

He laughs, “wanna bet?”

“No need too.”

You turn around, your back facing him, “go on and get a feel- might be your only time to.”

Hawks laughs and shakes his head, hesitantly he takes off his gloves and brushes his fingers through your wing span.

“You’re right, they’re soft..” he says softly.

“Told ya.”

“Mine are better though!” He says with a teasing tone.

You giggle softly, hawks has already made you forget a small bit about the days events.

“Y’know when I was younger, I thought if you touched a birds wings they’d get turned on.”

“Nah, not with mutant quirks usually” hawks says while putting back on his glove, “kids are always tugging on em so…I got used to it.”

“I used to let kids touch them if they were at the hospital for a while.” You stand up from the chair.

“Are you gonna touch mine?” Hawks says with a slight jitter in his movements.

You chuckle softly and pet his wings, “yknow, you’re much cooler on TV.”

You notice his wings puff up, “You watch me on TV?”

“Yea sometimes, very cool in my opinion.”

you can see his ears turn red, his wings twitch softly, and you hear a soft high pitched sound as well..? Almost similar to a bird chirping, weird.

“I’m glad you think that.”

Then it’s silent, you try to distract yourself with your thoughts but hawks continues to talk, reminds you of Ryuji.

“Was today your off day?” He asks curiously.

“Yea, ended up being a lot more stressful than they usual are.”

Maybe you could tell him the truth.

“I heard about the U.A. situation…is your son okay?”

“He’s fine, he had to fight apparently…I don’t want that for him.” you feel the tears coming back up.

“I understand that can be stressful for you.” He pats your back, his face still sporting a soft smile, it feels like he’s still in hero mode.

“Then in the car we fought- about his dad, about some of my…untasteful choices when he was younger.”

Your rambling, hawks probably doesn’t want to hear about this anyways.

“Untastful choices?” He chuckles.

“I used to date this guy when Fumikage was about 11, His name was Ryuji…he uhm.”

Hawks waits patiently for you to continue, he’s still smiling.

“He pinned him against the wall a-and he wouldn’t stop screaming.”

You can feel the tears going down your face.

“A-and i tried to get him off of Fumikage but he just threw me against the wall t-then he went back to him.”

Hawks isn’t smiling anymore.

“I-I had to call the cops and Fumikage just…wasn’t the same obviously, we wouldn’t sleep in his own bed, he became so quiet.”

Hawks is holding your forearms, his thumbs circle your skin in a smoothing manner.

why isn’t he smiling anymore?

“oh god- I’m a terrible mother.”

“Don’t say that.”

You fall into his chest and cry, what else could you do? you can’t change what Ryuji did to your son, your baby.

“Your amazing y/n, you…your a good mom I know you are.” He says quickly.

You don’t even know hawks real name, yet here you are crying to him about what you think is your own incompetence as a parent.

“I wish I knew how to make you feel better.” He says softly, he holds you.

“You should be on patrol..”

“My job is to help, and I want to help you.”

he holds you a little tighter, he smells good.

you can hear the soft static coming from his head gear, sounds like someone’s speaking.

You don’t want him to go yet.

“Mama?” You hear Fumikage call from your door way, luckily at this angle he can’t see you snug as a bug in a pros arms.

oh god- what are you doing??

You immediately jump out of hawks embrace, he looks incredibly confused by your sudden movements.

You look around quickly, Fumikage can’t see you like this, Not with some man!

You spot a weighted blanket, you got it for Fumikage when he was struggling to sleep without you- though he said it was too heavy and cold.

You immediately push hawks down into the chair and throw the blanket over him just in time for Fumikage to walk out into your balcony.

“Mom, what are you doing?” Fumikage says confused.

You sit down onto the lounge chair, mind you hawks is right under you being smothered by a blanket.

“J-just enjoying the view!”

The two of you just stare at each-other for a moment.

“So what did you need?”

Fumikage sighs and says something under his breath.

“Y’know I don’t have super hearing Fumikage.” You try to joke with him.

“I said that I was sorry..” he looks down at his feet, he looks ashamed.

“I shouldn’t have yelled at you, your already stressed enough from work and-“

“Fumi..”

“And you’re always trying your best all the time and-and I’m so sorry I wasn’t appreciative of that!” He looks up at you with tears in his eyes, it breaks your heart.

“Fumi you don’t need to apologize…”

“But I do-“

“Shh, just come here okay?” You open up your arms.

Fumikage goes into your warm embrace, putting his weight onto you.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, we both made mistakes…I’ve made more than you though.”

“I shouldn’t have yelled-“

“I still love you Fumi…I love you so, so much- and I just want you to be safe, and happy, and I want you to be better than me.”

You ramble, Fumikage listens.

You and Fumikage never really understood eachother, sometimes it was like you were both ghosts haunting the same house.

But you tried so hard to understand eachother and the only thing you both understood is the love you had for the other.

Fumikage loved you so much, and Fumikage is the reason you’re still here in the world.

Fumikage sniffles, “mama..”

You rub his back, “what is it baby?”

“Why is this blanket so bulky…”

Ah yes, you totally forgot about hawks.

“I-I uhm, no reason…” you look away.

“Is someone under-“

“How about we go get something to eat?!” You quickly change the topic.

Fumikage stops his little investigation, and nods.

“Go on downstairs, I would like to change into some comfier clothes before we go out or eat!”

Fumikage smiles softly and pitter patters down stairs.

“Y’know, the blanket isn’t half bad” you hear hawks muffle out.

“Sorry…” you peel back the blanket to see a red faced hawks, most likely from the lack of air circulation under a thick weighted blanket.

“It’s fine, glad I got to hear you both make your amends” he shoots up a thumb.

“Well, have to go get some food..we haven’t had dinner yet.” You say sheepishly, tapping your fingers together.

“You wishing I could come, mama bird?” He teases.

“No, I’m telling you to leave and never come back, bird brain.” You say sarcastically.

Hawks chuckles, his laugh is nice.

Hawks is nice.

“You need to go back on patrol, I’ve kept you long enough…”

Hawks looks away for a moment, thinking.

“Can I keep the blanket?” He says almost too quickly.

“What?”

“...can I keep the blanket? You can say no!” He quickly adds the last part.

“No, no, Fumikage doesn’t use it so- go ahead!”

“I’ll see you soon?” He says hesitantly.

You smile, “Course..”

“I’ll see you then.” He takes off into the sky, weighted blanket in hand.

You quickly run down the stairs to meet up with Fumikage, only to find him waiting outside in the already cranked car.

You hop in, “where to?”

Fumikage continues to stare at the house.

“Fumi?” You say hesitantly

“Why did I just see the number three hero fly away from our house…”

Well shit, how are you supposed to explain this one to Fumikage.

.

.

.

On the other side of town, hawks is at his own perch patrolling whilst holding on tightly to the weighted blanket.

The only thing on his mind is that it smells like you.

And when his patrol finally ends he flies home, hawks never really had blankets on his bed, always too stuffy for his wings to be comfortable.

This blanket would probably be even more stuffy since it was heavy and thick but…

He still slept with it.

He would never tell anyone that he slept like a baby that night, and the night after that, and the night after that one.

Maybe his little interest in you is worse than he originally thought…

PART FOUR: MOTHER HEN: PART FOUR

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Actress!Y/n Talking About Harry in Interviews Over the Years(2018-2022) Part II

 A/n:so, this is the second part, and I really hope you guys like it .

PART I | MASTERLIST

Jimmy Kimmel Live!, September, 2018

“I am so happy to have you here again.” Kimmel said, as they sat down. “You’re no longer my neighbor.”

“Unfortunately.” The woman agreed. “I miss you, Molly and the kids, we don’t have neighbors anymore.”

“You mean the house next door isn’t ready or…” 

“We literally have no neighbors, we bought fourteen acres ‘next door’ to a preserve, so it’s amazing views and a huge amount of privacy.” She explained. “Which when you have a job in the industry, and two young children is amazing.”

“That’s right, you had another baby!”Jimmy said as if he didn’t already now. “How far apart are they?”

“So, we had Atticus in January last year, and eleven months later we had Talulah,” She paused giving the audience time o cheer, “we wanted them to be close in age, which is a decision a lot of parents make, we didn’t know it would happen so fast, but apparently we are very fertile people,” She paused again, letting the people go crazy, “Yeah, so of course, we didn’t factor in our decision Harry’s tour, my album release, all my projects, and a very cranky baby, Atticus is physically all H, but he’s bad temper is all mine.”

“You went on tour pregnant and with a baby?” The host asked. “That must have been a crazy experience.”

“It was something.” She agreed. “But I was the boss’s wife, so everyone took good care of me, made sure I was comfortable, helped around with the baby, and H created an amazing environment with his whole team, it was lovely to witness.”

Met Gala 2019 With Liza Koshy| Vogue

“You co-chaired the Met Gala back in 2016, how is like to be back, and this year your gorgeous husband is co-chairing the event.” Liza asked Y/n as soon as they finished greeting each other.

The camera was zooming on the naked Gucci gown made of black lace, sequins and feathers the superstar was wearing, totally complementing her husband look.

“It is amazing, I am so proud of H, this is such an amazing honor, and is his first year, so I am happy we get to share this with each other.” Y/n said in a soft voice.

“What is ‘camp’ to you?”The you tuber asked.

“Just be yourself, whatever you want no matter what, be bold, be crazy, it’s camp.” The actress said moving her colorful feather boa/cape situation. “I think there is no limits.”  She had almost Rapunzel long hair extensions and a spectacular floral and feathers arrangement on top of her head.

“What was your inspiration for tonight’s spectacular look?”

“I just wanted to match H, tonight is all about him, and have fun, so I let Alessandro do as he pleased, and Ale being Ale didn’t hold back.” she shared. “My youngest didn’t even recognized me.”

“You look one hot mama, it’s hard to imagine you have two babies, does Atticus and Talulah know they have the coolest mother?”Liza asked.

“H is the cool parent,” Y/n admitted with a found smile, “Atticus has some idea that his daddy is a rockstar, so Harry’s definitely the coolest in his eyes.” 

The Late Late Show | Team USA v. Team UK- Dodgeball w/Michelle Obama

“I am here to support Harry,”Y/n said to he camera as the teams stretched in the background, “he’s not a very gracious loser, and I mean, he’s in James’s Team against Michelle Obama, there is just no way that they are going to win this game.” 

“Babe, “ Y/n called from the sidelines after watching Harry be hit in the ‘1D’ “Are you okay, honey?”

“I want more kids… in the future,” the actress blushed slightly looking to the camera.

The Kelly Clarkson Show, Jan, 2020

“How old are your kids know?���Kelly asked.

“Atticus is three years old, and Lulah just turned two, the terrible twos, funny enough, Lulah doesn’t suffer from it, but Atticus haven’t got over it yet…”Y/n said with a smile as pictures showed up on the screen, her children faces always blurred or hidden.

“People say terrible two, but threenager is a real thing,”Kelly said seriously.

“Yeah, that’s what I heard,”The actress said. “But Lulah just turned two, and I think it might not have fully catch up with her yet, because as I was leaving the house today, she threw her first temper tantrum.” Y/n commented. “She was just, on the floor, crying her little heart out, and of course, Atticus didn’t like to be outdone, so he threw himself at the rug screaming bloody murder, and I just left them there for Harry to deal,” The young woman told Kelly. “I sounded so bad right now, but really, I am that mom that keeps trying to calm them down, and things just get worst because it becomes a competition between the two toddlers, while Harry is just chill, he sit on the couch and just watches them unamused until they organically stop.”

“They lay it on sometimes, like ‘why are you leaving me’”

“I thing is worst with Harry,”Y/n confessed, “I have no problem in admitting H is the favorite parent, like, they come to me for comfort and all the ‘mommy’ things, but Harry is their favorite.” She said with a smile.

“And you don’t feel jealous or anything…”

“No, because, to me, it just shows how much of na amazing daddy he is, and I just feel like: damn! I made a really good choice.”The crowd cheer. “It’s really validating and I am just proud of myself for my choice in partner and baby daddy.”

Hailey Bieber | Who’s in my Bathroom? April, 2021

“Do you get uncomfortable by the amount of female attention your husband’s get?” Hailey asked as they sipped their margaritas.

“So, I have two answers for those questions: I don’t get uncomfortable with his fans showing their love for him, it’s lovely to see the amount of love and devotion he inspires, and they have always been so welcoming to me.” She said looking at possible the only other woman in the planet that understood the level of craziness it was. “But I do get uncomfortable with women in the industry hitting on him, I am not even talking women our age, it’s like: cougar level, and very recently we had a very awful situation, where it was in a working environment with a power imbalance, and it just got too much, more people got involved, media attention happened, and at the same time we had to deal with this as a couple and as a family.”

“Does you ever wish you guys just had normal jobs and careers?”Hailey supports her face in her hand. 

“Never, no matter what, I can’t imagine Harry not doing what he does, and I would never no make the career choices I did, I love acting, I love singing and songwriting, and I love directing.” She says with conviction. “For me it was life changing, I came from nothing, my mom was a single mother waitress, raising three kids on a small wage salary and tips, Disney changed my life, it paid for our first house, for the seed money in my mother’s organic company, it paid my sister college.”

“Is it surreal that your children have a childhood so different from yours?”The blonde asks with a smile.

“They’re extremely privileged, my four years old the other day was like: mummy, why do we have so many houses? And Lulah was complaining the size of the Jet, because she wanted the ‘big plane’, and H was like: sugarcube, you don’t know what your are asking for.” Y/n said with a soft smile. “My children…they have a lot of rich people problems.”

The Drew Barrymore Show, Aug, 2022

“Oh My God, you look even more gorgeous in person.” Drew said as they created each other. 

“Thank you, thank you, have you look at yourself? I was obsessed with you growing up, it’s so amazing to be here.” Y/n said with a big smile, arranging the skirt of her dress as she sat down.

“You’re the face of a Dior perfume, a brand ambassador for Gucci, multi- award winning actress and musician, your under thirty with two Academy Awards, which is historical, you have two successful companies, you just came back a few months ago from a very glorious passage through Cannes where you  debuted Top Gun: Maverick, your own movie and you own Camera d’Ore for your debut feature, also: 14 minutes standing ovation, for a movie produced, directed, written and starred by women,” she stopped for a moment to allow the crowd to applauded the guest, “and then, your also a mom, to three children, and you’re married to Harry freaking Styles, the world’s biggest rockstar, and most wanted man according to Rolling Stones.”

“You just made me sound so cool.”The younger woman said with a small smile and flushed cheeks.

“You are cool.”Drew affirmed. “How do you balance it all?”

“I have a great team working with me, and I have just the greatest partner, and this is really important.”Y/n said crossing her legs. “We plan things in a way that the children will always have one of us 24/7 and in a way that we can always be together, his career is never more important than mine and vice-versa, we’re on tour now, Harry’s Love on Tour, I am a non-touring artist, but H really loves touring, is his thing, and it was important for him to have me and the kids together  with him on the road as his support system, and the children just love going to all the different museums, and seeing new things, and eating different stuff, but, during his tour break we’re moving to Australia because I have a movie that is going to be shoot there.”

“What is like going on tour with three young children under five?”

“It’s chaos, Atticus and Lulah have some understanding that this is daddy’s job, this is Atticus second tour, but for them is just fun, Riley is just a baby, she’s with me 24/7, shes our calmest child,” Y/n said. “She’s actually the same age that Atticus was during Live on Tour.”

“Riley is your quarantine baby…”

“I found out I was pregnant in February last year during Where the Crawdads Sing pre-production, so yeah, she’s kinda of my Covid baby.”

[acewithapaintbrush]

I really love @daedelweiss Life Mission AU and especially how close and affectionate the twins are so following my MO I just had to write something. Hope I got the characterisations right.

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"And this is 'Run of the Mill Pizza'! The best pizza place in the Hidden City. Ah, what am I saying! In the whole world!"

Leo spreads his arms wide and wiggles his fingers a little. It's easy to see how much he loves this place and how giddy he is to show Donnie. 

Don meanwhile is not particularly impressed. It seems like a nice enough place, but it's nothing fancy. The furniture looks old, the smell of cold pizza hangs in the air and the clientele… well, some of them he wouldn't want to meet in the middle of the night, let's just leave it at that. 

Don has occasionally accompanied Big Mama to meetings with important people at big and fancy restaurants, so he knows that this is definitely not the best Italian place in the Hidden City. He doubts this place sells a calzone sprinkled with gold leaf or champagne for 50 dollars a glass. 

But his twin looks so expectant and proud. 

"It's amazing." Don agrees easily. He looks around a bit more and his polite smile gradually turns more real. It does look a lot  more cozy than the other places he's been to and Don has recently developed a new fondness for all things cozy. He's lived his life surrounded by sharp words and restricting armor long enough to last him a lifetime. "It really is, Lee." 

"Pepino!", a voice shouts from behind them. "I hope you have come to pay your tab. You still owe me for the last delivery." 

"Tio Hueso!" Leo pulls Don towards a skeleton in a suit who manages to appear as if he is raising an unimpressed eyebrow without actually having an eyebrow. Don is kinda jealous. "Apart from the fact that I still can't believe you would charge your own godson for pizza, I've actually come to finally introduce you to my twin. Donnie, this is Tio Hueso. He runs this place and he looked after me while Dad was out looking for you all. Tio, this is mi hermano, Donnie."

The tall skeleton stares down at Don who does his best to not let on how intimidated he is. The void where this man's eyes should be seems to grow darker and darker the longer Don looks into it. The pinpricks of light don't help any.

But then Hueso smiles and it transforms his whole face. He suddenly doesn't seem nearly as scary. 

"Ah bueno. So we finally meet." He holds out his hand and Don straightens and shakes it with a firm hand. Some of Big Mama's lessons stick around longer than others. Hueso nods in approval. "I was glad to hear that you are alive. Welcome home, mijo. It's good that you have finally found each other again."

"Uh… Thanks." Don shuffles his feet while Leo beams and looks between the two of them with wide and hopeful eyes. The genius suddenly realizes that Leo must have been just as nervous about them meeting as Don has been. He suddenly feels very bad for his first uncharitable thoughts about this place. 

"Si. Very good. Good for me!" Hueso exclaims after a brief pause. He puts his hands on his hips and shakes his head. "Ay, that boy talked about you nonstop. My poor ears." 

"What ears?" Leo mutters sullenly. There is a light blush spreading over his cheeks. 

"'Oh, I'm sure my twin would have been super strong and super smart. Oh, I'm sure he would have been good looking, just like me, and an awesome ninja and super kind.' On and on and on he went." 

"Thanks Tio Hueso. I think we'll just-" 

"He drew pictures of the two of you and your other brothers all the time. I'm sure I still have some lying around."

Hueso disappears into the back, completely ignoring Leo's indignant spluttering and red faced outrage. 

"That you still have them only proves that you actually care! I hope you know that!" The slider shouts after him. He turns to his twin when it becomes apparent that Huseo is ignoring him. "Coming here was not an excuse for him to embarrass me." 

"Embarrass you?" Don asks and smirks. "As if the lair isn't plastered with your childhood drawings of us all." 

Leo pouts. "That's different."

"If you say so." Don leans back against a table and settles in to wait. As much as Leo acts long-suffering, he's also not made a single attempt to leave before Hueso comes back. The soft-shell turtle fiddles with his hoodie, surprisingly feeling a little bashful, a little unsure, all of a sudden. "Strong and smart and kind, huh? Guess you were pretty disappointed when you met the real me." 

He winces. Where did that come from? He is usually much better at keeping thoughts like that inside his own head. 

Leo doesn't react at all and when Donnie finally dares to look up it's to see his brother staring at him with a gobsmacked expression. 

"What?" 

"Ugh, forget I said anything." 

Leo takes him by the shoulders. "You are strong and smart and kind and an amazing ninja. You are the best, ever! Ever and ever!" 

Donnie groans and throws his head back so he can stare at the ceiling, but he doesn't even bother to hide the grin spreading across his face. "Okay okay, stop it already! I'm awesome, I get it." 

"You are." Leo's serious tone is enough for Don to snap his head back down. Leo stares at him with a mixture of pain and happiness that only his twin seems capable of. "You all are. The days I found you and Raph and Mikey were the best days of my life. All of them. How could I ever be disappointed?"

Don finally gives in and pulls Leo into a hug, burying his head into his brother's ever present scarf. He still has trouble showing affection in public, but for his family he is willing to learn. 

They separate quickly enough and Don is a good brother and so he ignores the way Leo surreptitiously rubs his face into the folds of his scarf to get rid of some treacherous tears. Instead he lightly punches his arm. "And what about handsome?" 

Leo acts like he has to think about it. "Well, since we are twins I'd say yes. Incredibly handsome." 

They are still laughing when Hueso comes back with an old drawing. If they were more familiar with each other, Donnie might have teased the man about the fact that it's in a very nice frame. As it is, he grabs it before Leo can stop him. Don can't help the undignified snort that escapes him at the sight of it.

"If that is how you always pictured me, then I believe you about not being disappointed." 

Leo chuckles and rests his chin on Donnie's shoulder so that they can both look at the crude drawing of a lonely 5 year old together. 

"Yeah. Definitely better than anything I could have ever pictured." 

[jennaispunk]

Gift of a Friend

Summary: An unlikely meeting leads to something unexpected.

Pairing: Din Djarin x OFC (Talia)

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: none. This is just fluff (sorry not sorry). A “This is how they met” story. It’s just two people who could use a friend finding each other. Maybe it might lead to more…..

Notes: I wrote this for the @swiftiscruff friendship exchange. This is for you @sawymredfox!!! I hope you like this. Thank you for being brave and reaching out to me. Look at us, two introverts making a connection lol. You are too sweet and my world would be a little less bright without you in it. Love you. 💜💜

The title is from a Demi Levato song.

Thank you @fallingforthearch for being my beta.

graphics and support banners by the amazing @saradika-graphics

The sounds of the bazaar filled her ears: children laughing… vendors calling out sometimes in their native tongue and sometimes in basic, peddling their fruits and vegetables or homemade goods. The sun beat down on the dirt as she made her way through the bustle and cacophony, looking for a few things to make up her dinner for the evening.

Another long shift at the hospital had come and gone, mainly assisting with patching up drunken patrons from the cantina whose mouths had earned them a fist to the jaw or the nose.

Gathering the last things she needed, she headed to her small home, ready to finally relax and maybe start the new book she’d been dying to read. The sound of babbling behind her caught her attention. She looked down to see a small green creature looking up at her. His big dark eyes looked up at her curiously, almost as if he knew her. He babbled again and reached his arms out to her.

“Hey, little buddy…. Are you all alone? Where’s your mama?”

Her eyes darted, searching the crowd. He was an unusual looking creature. Not a species she had ever seen before, but so adorable. Surely, someone must be looking for him.

His ears twitched, and he made a sound that sounded almost like a whine. He instantly lifted his arms again, and she scooped him up. The little creature babbled happily in her arms. She stared at him, feeling a sense of comfort and peace with this little guy she hadn’t felt in a long time. She felt he was trying to communicate with her, even though all his sounds were only gibberish.

“Do you speak Basic?” Talia asked. “Can you tell me where your parents are?”

The little green creature babbled again, tilting his head. His little hand reached out to touch her face. She softly gasped at the unexpected contact but relaxed as she felt the warmth and comfort wash over her.

“There you are…”

Her eyes shot up to behold a broad man clad in armor and a helmet. She recognized his armor immediately; he was a Mandalorian. She blinked rapidly at him, her tongue briefly peeking out to wet her lips.

“He's yours?”

“Yes…he belongs to me.” His voice was devoid of emotion through the modulator. He stood rigid and tall, an unmoving statue. The sun created an almost halo-like ring around him, making him look like some ancient god she’d read about in a novel.  

“Friendly little guy, isn’t he?”

“He doesn’t usually like a lot of people.” His response was short and to the point.

A puff of air escaped her lips as the little green creature babbled in her arms. This mysterious Mandalorian was so hard to read and apparently not one for conversation.

“Come on, Grogu. It’s time to go home.”

Her brow ticked skyward. It was an interesting name. The little guy completely ignored him, continuing to coo and play with strands of her blonde hair swirling in the gentle breeze.

He exhaled loudly, his right knee jutting out slightly as his hands went to his hips.

“Grogu…”

The tone of his voice made Grogu’s ears droop slightly and he pouted for just a moment before leaping from her arms and returning to his Mandalorian.

He scooped Grogu into his arms and turned away without another word. She huffed. Was he just going to walk away without a word? She opened her mouth to insult him, but Grogu’s high-pitched noises stopped her. The Mandalorian stopped as well, keeping his back to her but turning his head to the side.

“Thank you…for looking out for him.”

She called out to his retreating form, her arms crossed tight across her chest. “You’re welcome.”

“Mudscuffer.” she added under her breath.

Din walked away with Grogu babbling in his arms, reaching back toward Talia. Din shook his head, a strange feeling in his chest. Something about that girl intrigued him. Maybe it was how sweet she was with Grogu. Perhaps it was the way she called him a Mudscuffer when she thought he couldn’t hear. She had spunk, and he found himself wanting to see her again.

Halfway through the bazaar, she realized her mistake. The shopkeeper offered his son to carry the packages home for her, but she refused, her pride overruling common sense. She’d been saving for months to buy this easel and canvases, and she didn’t want another set of hands all over it. Besides, she’d made it this long on her own, and she could do this too.

“Dank Farrik!”  she groaned, adjusting the packages in her hands, determined to make it back home without dropping them.

Din watched her from a distance as she struggled, silently chuckling to himself. She was a stubborn one, too damn prideful to ask for help. His heart stirred at the sight.

“Here, let me help you with that.”

Taking the packages into his arms with little effort, he looked down at her, his helmet hiding his smirk.

She stared at him, opening her mouth to speak then closing it again. She hadn’t expected to see him again, although he had managed to find a way into her thoughts over the last few days.

 Before she could speak, Grogu took the opportunity to jump into her arms.

“Hello, little friend.” She laughed as she booped his nose.

“Which way?” he asked. The glint of his armor caught her eye as he shifted his weight.

“Oh, uh…. this way.” Her hand jutted out in the direction of her place.

An awkward silence fell over them like a heavy fog as they walked toward her house, neither one willing to break the tension. His boots softly scuffed the dirt in a steady rhythm, lulling her into a strange sense of comfortability.

“Do you have a name?” Her voice cut through the silence. “Or should I just call you Mando?”

One of his shoulders raised slightly.

“I figured you’d just call me Mudscuffer.” His chuckle was like a soft whisper through the modulator.

She swallowed hard and fixed her eyes on the road. She couldn’t believe he’d heard her say that. She thought he was out of earshot when she let that slip.

“My name is Din.”  

“Talia,” she offered before he even had a chance to ask. His head turned slightly toward her, giving her an almost imperceptible nod.

He sat the package down in her living room and straightened, admiring the small space. It was sparsely decorated but cozy—like a home. A worn bookshelf stood tall in the corner, filled with books and a few small trinkets. He wondered what sort of books lined those shelves and if she imagined herself in those worlds as she read them.

She watched him standing in her living room, the sun beaming in and reflecting off his Beskar armor. She found herself wanting to know more about him…. anything about him, really.

“Thanks for your help.”

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and smiled. Grogu shuffled around on the floor, fascinated by the space.  His coos filled the air, punctuating the uneasiness between them.

“You’re welcome.”

She opened her packages and set up her easel by the window, adjusting it a few times to find the perfect angle to catch the light. The canvases were stacked neatly into the corner under the small shelving holding a small assortment of paints and brushes.

“You paint?”

Din could almost imagine her sitting by this window; tiny speckles of paint freckled across her cheek, her brow furrowed in concentration as she worked. The sunlight streaming down, illuminating her golden locks, would have been breathtaking.

“I’m getting back into it again. I had to save for a while before I could afford a new easel and a few pieces of canvas.”

He quietly cleared his throat, shifting his weight uncomfortably. He wasn’t used to talking to people. He couldn’t remember the last time he had an actual conversation with someone. Talking to her was…nice. His cheeks flushed under his armor, and he was grateful she couldn’t see his face. He was a bounty hunter and a trained warrior, not some little boy with a crush.

“Would you and Grogu like to stay and have dinner with me? It’d be nice to have some company for a change.” Her cheeks burned with heat as she asked the question. Her heartbeat quickened with every moment he was silent.

“Thank you for the offer, but Grogu and I should be going.”  He didn’t know how to explain to her that his creed forbade him from revealing his face to anyone but his riduur. That was a conversation for another time. He’d broken that vow once and endured too much to redeem himself to risk it again.

Her chin briefly tilted toward the floor before she returned her gaze to his helmet with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

 “Sure…. maybe another time.”

His chest tightened as he collected Grogu. This feeling was strange to him—this feeling of wanting to connect with someone. He’d spent his whole life without any real attachment to anyone until Grogu. Now, he found himself wanting to be in her presence, wanting something with her that he always longed for but denied himself: a friend…and maybe something more.

Without thinking, he stopped in the doorway and turned back to her.

“Our home is just outside the city. If you’re ever interested, there’s plenty of good lighting and landscape to paint.”

The words tumbled from his mouth before he could stop them.

“I’m sure Grogu would like it if you came to visit sometime when you’re free. He seems to like you.”

Her smile could have lit up the deepest mines of Mandalore. This mysterious stranger had her completely captivated. She’d realized how much she missed having someone to just be with… someone to fill that void of loneliness she tried to ignore for so long.

“I’d like to visit Grogu sometime, too.”

[nattinatalia]

Jack Harlow x Reader : VALENTINES DAY WITH MIA

“Oh mama are you otay?”

You nod, you spit out the mouth wash and dry your hands. “Yes baby thank you.”

“Why are you sicky?” Mia asks confused and worried.

You smile, “Your baby brother doesn’t like the smell of ketchup.”

“But ketchup is the best.” She sounds offended.

She goes towards you and places her little hands on your small bump “EZ, chup is the best with nuggets and fries.”

“It’s okay baby, it’s just for now.” You brush her hair out of her face.

You hear the front door being closed and Mia looks up at you excitedly. “Daddy?”

You nod in confirmation, he had texted you he was five minutes away so you knew it’ll be him and no one else.

“Where are my girls?” He calls out.

Mia runs towards him “Daddy hi- wow that’s pretty.”

“Not as pretty as you.” Jack says.

“You silly daddy.” Mia chuckles, covering her mouth.

“I am, aren't I?”

Mia nods, and admires what Jack had come home with. “Lloons.” She points at the balloons.

“These are for you Mia bug, and these flowers as well.” He hands her the balloons and the little bucket filled with pink roses. “And these are for mama.”

“Thank you baby, Happy Valentine’s Day.” You go and peck his lips and admire the roses.

“Oh thanks yous daddy.” She hugs her dad and looks at you. “You like yours mama?”

You nod. “I really do, they're gorgeous.”

“So this is the plan, we’ll have a paint date with you Bug, then your tío Clay will come over and babysit you, so mommy and I can go on a date.”

Mia furrows her eyebrows. “I go with yous.”

“It’ll be past your bedtime baby.”

“But mama sicky, I take care of her.” She then walks to you. “Mama I go?”

You smile at that, you lower yourself so you can be eye level with your daughter. “Princess, daddy and I will go have dinner and we’ll be back so fast. We’ll cuddle in bed and watch movies with you. But you’ll have to be a good girl for tío Clay.”

“Okay.” She answers sadly.

“I bought lots of color paints Mia, we can go in the backyard and do lots of paintings and make some for your little brother.” Jack says, coming to hold her and help you back up.

“Okay deal.”

“Go get your brushes and I’ll set everything up outside.”

She nods and runs off to her playroom.

Jack turns to you and raises his eyebrows. “You got sick?”

“She was eating chicken nuggets, and you know how crazy she goes with the ketchup. The smell has never been my favorite, but this time around it made me nauseous. Little dude doesn’t like the smell apparently.”

“Our daughter is just like you, thoughtful, caring and nurturing.”

“She worries her little heart out about everyone, she just wants to make sure we’re all good.” You smile at that.

“We’re doing an amazing job with her huh?”

You nod. “We should be proud. Now go set up her painting section before she comes.”

“You go rest, dinner is at seven.” He gives you a kiss and caresses your bump. “Let your mama get a nap in little man.”

“But I want to see my babies paint.” You pout.

“Fine, but the moment I see you’re about to get sick, I’m sending your ass upstairs.” He goes to grab the bags and the big canvas so they can paint.

“Yesss sir.” You smirk.

“Don’t get me started now.” He smacks your ass. “Thank you for the gifts, I loved them baby”

“Go, I’ll wait for the princess.”

You walk towards the playroom to see what was taking Mia so long to get her brushes. “What’s going on bug?”

“I wanted to take some blankies so you can sit wif us.”

“I think daddy has all of that. Come on.”

You both hand in hand walk to the backyard and see the set up Jack has begun. He has blankets all over the grass, snacks, paints and a canvas.

“So pretty daddy nice job”

“Thank you baby, now come on let’s get to painting.”

That’s how you spend your Valentine’s Day afternoon, with your husband and your daughter. Lots of laughs, some pizza and you even got in a nap with them.

Valentine’s Day will always be different for you and Jack, but good different because now you’ll have little ones to celebrate with too and you couldn’t wait until your little boy was born and witness how great his daddy and sister are.

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[russellsppttemplates]

Gender reveal of rora just mick ,mama ,corrina and Gina. For sebs rora joins them and for Harriet both Seb and rora with the family

Aurora's reveal

"Do you think this is a good idea?", you said, "just for our luck, Angie might decide that she's feeling a little lazy today and she'll just stay with it", you smiled at your first child. She had been there for all of the important landmarks, so naturally she was also a big piece of the gender reveal for your first baby.

"You have ripped many balls in your life, Angie, but this is a very important one", Corinna petted her, seeing Gina hold the tennis ball in her hand.

"So this will just pop with colour?", Gina asked, throwing it to Angie as she ran to catch it. "Yes, the lady at the store stuffed the ball with coloured foam, so we'll know as soon as she rips it apart, like usual", Mick said, the four of you looking closely at Angie.

"I think she's finding it weird that no one is stopping her", you pointed to Angie, seeing her side eye as she kept quietly ruining the tennis ball.

Finally, she hit the fabric protecting the foam, the four of you approaching her and encouraging her until Gina said, "It's pink! It's pink, look!", she yelled cheerfully, "we're having a baby girl", Mick said, giggling as he kissed your lips, giving you a big and long hug as you rocked back and forth, "I still can't believe you're having a baby, and now you're having a baby girl. You're going to be unstoppable with her, no one is getting close to her", Gina said, hugging her brother.

Corinna approached you for a hug, "congratulations, darling. I already know you're going to be an amazing mama to this little girl", she said.

"Angie, you can stop now!", you heard Mick, "this was a one time thing!".

Seb's reveal

"So I just pulled these?", Aurora asked, "yes, you pull all of them until you get to the one that actually has the written note about wether you're having a sister or a brother", Mick explained her, pointing to all of the strings, "okay, I can do that", Rora thought about it.

Pulling the first one out of the box, Aurora was met with a smiley face, "still not this one, we have to keep trying", Gina encouraged her niece, seeing her pull one that read "close, but not quite", Corinna read, helping her granddaughter reach another piece.

"Are you sure it's written somewhere?", your daughter looked at you, having pulled a few strings and not getting the information she needed, "pull this one here, you're almost there", you said, seeing her pull the one reading "it's a boy!". Holding back your tears, you hiccuped as you read "you're having a baby brother, Rora!", you said, feeling Mick hug you from behind, his hands rubbing your bump as your daughter smiled up at you, "I'm going to have a new bestfriend, and we'll play together!", she said excitedly, hugging you and Mick before hugging her aunt and grandmother, "there's going to be two of us now, Oma!", she said, "and I'll love you two as much no matter what".

Harriet's reveal

"So mama is just going to show us what's inside the cake?", Sebastian questioned his older sister, "like, she is going to cut it?", Aurora nodded, "we still get to eat the cake, right?", the little boy asked, feeling like that was a 'make it or break it' situation for how he felt about this whole thing.

"Yes, if it's blue, it means we are having a baby brother, and if it is lavender, it means we are having a baby sister", Aurora added, "apparently sometimes people use pink, but the bakery didn't have pink, that's what Oma said when I asked", she said, seeing everyone gather around the table, "c'mon, Seb!", Gina helped her nephew up on the chair.

"So, here's the knife", Mick said, grabbing it as you placed your hand on top of his, "and now we cut!", you said enthusiastically, the knife coming off clean as you went for the second cut, "I was hoping we'd get a crumb after the first cut", Corinna said as you prepared to pull out, the slice showing a lavender coloured sponge cake, "it's a baby girl!", Aurora yelled, "We are going to have a sister, Sebastian!", she hugged him as you kissed Mick's lips, "a baby girl, Micky", you smiled, hugging Cotinna and Gina before moving to your children, "are you guys excited?", earning a "yes, mama!", from both of them.

"This is all fun and games, but I just took a whiff of that cake and it smells delicious, can we finally have some?", you asked, seeing Seb's eyes light up, "yes, mama! Please, I've been wanting cake since Oma brought it in!", your son said, delighting everyone who broke into giggles before you pushed him to your side, "me too, Seb, me too".

(Thank you for submitting an ask 🤍)

[misguidedasgardian]

The White Dragon (39)

39. King's Landing

MASTERLIST

Summary: Your and your family’s loyalty is put to the test 

Pairings: main Harwin Strong x Fem!Targaryen reader

Warnings: cursing, medieval and A song of ice and Fire AU customs, injury, burns, dragon fire, death, threats, violence, armies, war and all that comes with it. Might miss some warnings but you know what this is about :) 

+18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 3.0 k

Notes:  uuuffff one more chapter filled with politics before we are up the saddle and burning things again! jejeje

You never thought you’d be scared or sad to see your daughter, but here you were

“Aemma” you called, when you saw her entering the Red Keep with Harwin by his side

“Mama!”, she said with a wide smile, she came to you and hugged you tightly, and you hugged her back, “have you heard from Vaegor and Saera?”, she asked, you only shook your head

“Not yet”, you answered, she smiled sadly

“We will find them”, she assured you, with those beautiful eyes she inherited from her father, deep green, like a forest, you kissed her forehead

“I know”, you assured her, she nodded, pleased

“Is so weird to come back here”, she said, and you smiled at her, caressing her cheek

“You must prove to aunt Rhaenyra that you are loyal to her”, you said gently, she seemed sad, but nodded

“Alright mama”, she said, “I will bend the knee and call her my Queen, that way we'll be safe”, she said with such hope you wanted to cry

She was so beautifully innocent yet

She amazed you, she could burn armadas to the bottom of the ocean, but she still wanted to believe the best, even in times of war. 

Her audience, and Aemond’s, was going to take place on the later hours of the day, you bitterly thought two things, one, Rhaenyra wanted you to have time to see your daughter and Aemond and speak to them, and two, she was surely listening trough spies, or Daemon, or Daemon’s spies, so after you spoke to her when you saw her come in, you didn’t look for her again, she was probably in her chambers with Aemond. 

As you were looking on the horizon you couldn’t help but be scared, you thought about your two youngest dragonlings, and where they were and how, were they alright? Were they scared? 

Are they even alive?

You drew a sharp breath at the possibility

Without even realizing it, tears started to fall from your eyes as you hugged yourself, looking at the ocean, oh your babies, they were only children.

You felt Harwin’s unmistakable arms around you

“Shhh my love”, he shushed you, hugging you tightly, he kissed the side of your face, “be calm, please”

“They are dead, aren’t they?”, you cried, and you felt him shook his head

“No, they are not”

“How do you know?”, you asked with a broken voice

“I just know it, I feel it, in my heart”, he assured you, and you whimpered

“Rhaenyra knows where they are”, you accused, “she won’t tell me unless I become his soldier”

“So that is what we will become”, he said, “we will get them back, she knows how much our children matter to us, she will use them to get to you, but she is smarter than to harm them”, he spoke with such certainty that you believed him 

“What about Aemma and Aemond?”, you asked, “they are in more danger than ever, just as Maekar and Rhaegar, how can we prove Rhaenyra that…?”, Harwin shushed you 

“We will manage”, he assured you.

But Harwin had his own battles to fight, he had his own problems besides the ones involving his family, but this did involve a member of his family.

It wasn’t hard to find, he had been imprisoned when Rhaenyra took over, but he was barely in the first level. Apparently, he had been very cooperative in fear to be lowered to the darkest, more tortuous levels of the cells.

“Hello brother”, he heard from the darkness of a cell

“Larys”, he growled, his brother appeared from the shadows, he looked like shit, Harwin thought

“Is good to see you”, he said calmly

“Why?”, he asked

“Why is it good to see you?”, he mocked

“Why did you betray us?”, he asked darkly, Larys only chuckled 

“I only supported the team with the better odds”, he said simply

“Not the one your own family is in”, he said bitterly

“Your family Harwin”, he said, “not mine”

“Why did you do it?”, he pressed, “what did they give you?”

“They gave me nothing”, he said cryptically, “I took it for myself”, Harwin stared at the empty eyes of his brother

“What did you do?”, he asked, but his brother didn’t answer, he just had this sick smile on his face. Harwin passed one of his hands through the bars as quickly as lightning, grabbing his brother’s neck, “You poisoned him, didn’t you?”, he asked bitterly, “IT WAS YOU! AND FOR WHAT?”, the smile didn’t erase from Larys’ face as he was being shocked

“For power”, he only said

“You are sick! you could’ve had everything! a family of your own!”

“That is nothing”, he said, Harwin made sure to hit the head of his brother against the bars as he let go of you

“I’ll be in the first line the day they hang you”, he threatened.

You reunited back again in the throne room, hours later, you were standing by the side, as Aemond and Aemma were right in the center of the room. Harwin was by your side, he looked completely distracted, disturbed even, you took his hand in yours and squeezed, he looked down at you and smiled

“What happened?”

“I will tell you later”, he promised, you got distracted by Rhaenyra entering the room with Daemon and Jacaerys by her side, standing by her side while she took a sit on the throne

“I’m pleased you are here, niece, brother”, Rhaenyra claimed, “but there is someone missing from this reunion”, you looked at them, worried, Rhaenyra knew your sons were on special mission but there was only one member of the family unaccounted for. “Where is Helaena?”, asked Rhaenyra then, and your breath got caught in your throat, as you looked directly at Aemond

“In Harrenhal”, said Aemma, “she has small children, she didn’t want to come back here to the Red Keep”, she said softly, trying to explain

“Do you mean she refused to bend the knee to me?”, she asked bitterly, and you wanted to intervene but Cregan by your side grabbed your arm, “the rightful heir, and her sister”

“She…”, Aemond was going to protest, but Aemma took a step forwards, interrupting him

“Nothing of the sort”, that warm smile and gentle eyes were like Dragonfire, it could melt almost everything and everyone, “Dear Aunt, my Queen, as a mother you must understand, after Helaena almost died here in the Red Keep she was weary of the travel, war had touched us all”, she continued, “Helaena is a gentle soul and of a fragile mind, she has small children”, she said then, “She wanted to stay in the White hall”, that truly did seem to please Rhaenyra, as she nodded

“I wish for her to come here”, she said then, “I understand she is reluctant to come back to the Keep, but she has my word, that if she bends the knee, she will have nothing to fear of me”

“I will send her a raven myself”, offered Aemma, looking back at Aemond and smiling, Aemond seemed more relaxed as well. You need to reach Maekar, and tell him to return, and come here at Helaena’s side. 

But Rhaenyra didn’t look content, not pleased, and Aemond sensed that

“We haven’t heard a word from you, brother”, she said like it was an insult rather that mentioning your relationship with him

“I share my beautiful wife’s sentiment”, he said, looking at Aemma, “I come here to show you my allegiance to you, sister”

“Your wife?”, she asked, suddenly angry, she then looked at you like you betrayed her, again, “funny, the last time I saw my father alive he claimed he wanted to marry Aemma to my son and heir, Prince Jacaerys”, she said and you cursed Aemond and his big mouth.

Aemond took Aemma’s hand in his and squeezed reassuringly

“We decided to marry after we took Highgarden in your name”, he said swiftly

“But you did not ask me, your sovereign, for permission for this marriage”, she said firmly, Aemond moved his jaw, clearly uncomfortable, “did you consummate the marriage?”, and you looked at the floor in shame, you really didn’t want to know that.

“Y-yes we did”, Aemma whispered, you looked up at Rhaenyra who looked at Jacaerys by her side

“She is ruined then”, he sentenced and you had to bite your tongue, Aemond seemed to be in the same position as you, but Aemma, having inherited some of Jaehaerys’ grace, whispered something into Aemond, calming him down 

“For me to give you a full pardon, I will need you to renounce your titles, and houses”, she said, and you were going to protest, but Harwin grabbed your arm

“What?”, whined Aemma

“You will be no longer known with the titles of Princes”, she said, and Jacaerys seemed so entertained 

“We are not in the line of succession”, said Aemond, “why would you care if we…?”

“You are defying me, brother?”, Rhaenyra asked, and as you looked closer into her arm as she was grabbing the throne, you seemed to saw a red line in her forearm, but you were probably imagining things

“I’m just trying to meet your demands and accept our allegiance to you, my queen”, you better than anyone knew how hard was for Aemond to call your sister that 

“What do you want from me?”, Aemond interrupted the conversation, and everything fell silent. Aemma felt her heart sinking, “Dear half-sister, what do you want from me?”. Seemed that the last drop had fallen from Aemond’s glass, and he was not taking this anymore. 

“From you…?”, she mocked, “I….”

“Yes I wanted to protect my family from those who I knew would harm them and I chose to follow my brother’s claim, I did what I thought was right, but I saw my mistake and I am here today, bending the knee to you, you have my allegiance, now, what else do you want? Do you want to threaten my wife? my sister and my nephews? Do you want me to burn cities to the ground? because I would, for them I chose the usurper, and for them I will change again”, he said firmly, “I called you sons bastards a couple of times and they took my eye, if you think I’m the villain of this story I will become it…”

Rhaenyra didn’t really know what to say, in her hunger for power she was poking the dragon, the biggest threat to the Blacks was there, bending the knee to her, but he was going to break before he bends…

“You are threatening me?”, she asked, Daemon by her side grabbed the pommel of dark sister

Aemma looked back at Aemond in terror and he took a step forwards to place her behind him

“Aemond please”

“No”, he said, “If she can’t guarantee yours and Helaena’s safety I will not bend the knee”

“Are you refusing to serve the one and true Queen of the seven Kingdoms?”, asked Daemon, taking steps down the throne. Jace behind him, couldn’t hide his smile

“No!”, shouted Aemma

“I bend the knee”, he said, “is you who is twisting my words”, he defended, he didn’t have a sword, but he didn’t care

Tensions were arising, swords were being drawn, and as Aemma begged for mercy, everything was interrupted by the huge doors of the hall opening

“Prince Maekar, of House Strong and Targaryen”, chanted the Kingsguard, and you could finally breathe when you saw your eldest son walking confidently into the room

“My Queen!”, he said, clearly he did not read the room, but his entrance was so surprising nobody was moving or saying anything, “I have brought great news!”, he said, looking at everyone in the room and yet the smile could not disappear from his face. He walked until he was in front of Aemond and Aemma, “as a irrefutable proof of our allegiance, of my house, and my brother by law”, he said, with his open arms pointing at all of you, “I bring you the great news, that, the treasury has been recovered from the Lannisters, and it’s on it’s way here!”, he said, and everyone in the room got quieter, “Ser Steffon Mangold in a rescue mission infiltrated Casterly Rock”, he told, “I secured a Lannister ship with the help of my sister and Aemond”, he continued, “and with it I could infiltrate the port and safe Ser Steffon and with a small garrison of Tyrell soldiers I recuperated the treasury from their vaults”

“You did?”, asked Rhaenyra, clearly confused, but relieved

“It’s on it’s way here, from the Gold Road, as we speak,”, he assured you all, “Ser Steffon is guarding it alongside a force of Tyrell soldiers of a thousand mounted soldiers, and two thousand men and 500 hundred archers, alongside the Lady Regent of the Reach, coming here to bend the knee to you”

“You recuperated it, for me?”, she asked, not believing it, Maekar, still on his knees smiled at her

“For my Queen”, he said then, “to prove the fealty of all my family”, his face turned serious as he looked at her, making a deal right then and there, in front of all of you, you looked at Rhaenyra expectantly, she looked at Daemon and he nodded

“Very well”, she then looked at Aemond, “I appreciate your allegiance, dear nephew, yours and your family’s, you are all pardoned”, she assured you, and you breathed more easily, Aemma hugged Aemond tightly and he hugged her back. 

You ran towards Maekar and you hugged him tightly

“You are alright”, you cried

“I am”, he assured you, “Helaena is on her way”

“What?”, you cried. “No!”, he placed his hands on your upper arms

“everything is going to be alright, I promise, we have a plan”

“How did you manage to sneak into Casterly Rock…?”

“We will discuss it later”, he assured you, and you just nodded

You were altered, there was no denying that, this day had been a rollercoaster of emotions and you wondered how much more you could take, your daughter and son by law almost got treated like traitors by your tyrannic sister, your husband has just confessed that it was his brother who murdered your father in law, and was a traitor to your family, your younger children were missing and your oldest was bringing his… partner? your own sister here to the most dangerous place where she could be treated as a traitor and her children could be in danger because they are the children of the usurper that was hiding in some corner in the seven Kingdoms.

It did not got better when you were called upon by your sister and uncle, to be in the small council, as an emergency meeting 

“Daeron Hightower”, started Daemon in the small council room, “is marching on the capital, with an army of ten thousand men”

“WHAT?”, you managed to say

“He has the Hightower army and the remains of the Baratheon’s”, explained Rhanyra, “it is imperative we destroy him”

“How many men can you gather?”, you asked

“Only you can answer that”, she said bitterly

“With how many dragons I count on?”, you asked then

And again, it all depend on you, Rhaenyra was sitting in the throne but she didn’t intent on doing anything to keep it or protect it

Again is was you.

You felt dizzy as you walked out of the room, all the problems, everything was catching up to you, and you didn’t see a way out of this

In a moment, your eyesight began to tunnel, and you felt dizzy, like your body was too heavy and the ground started to pull you in. You felt your heartbeat in your ears and suddenly you couldn’t breathe anymore

When you woke up again, you were laying on your bed, a cold rag on your forehead, and Harwin seated right by your side, looking down at you with concern

“How are you my love?”, he asked gently

“What happened?”, you whined, again you were feeling like your body weighted tons

“You fainted”, he said softly, and you whined, “you are not pregnant again are you?”, he mocked, but with hope in his voice

“Harwin I swear I will kill you”, you threatened, and he laughed

“You must be tired, and overwhelmed”, he said gently

“How long I was out?”, you asked

“It’s already the morning”

“Oh, I need to…”

“You need to rest”

“We can’t rest…”

“Cregan went to Harrenhal to meet his army, with it he will march it south to meet the Hightowers”, he said, “he bought us a couple of weeks, until we can gather the dragons and join them”

“Thank you”, you whispered

“You have nothing to thank me for, you have good allies”, he said, “and there is someone who wants to see you”, he nodded towards the door and Maekar with Helaena showed up, and for some reason, that made you feel better

“It is dangerous you are here dear sister”, you whispered, but she nodded, looking at Maekar, who sat by your side on the bed 

“Helaena and I were thinking, and we came to the conclusion that it would be best if we…”, he swallowed hard, you could tell this was hard on him, but Helaena smiled sweetly at him, and squeezed her hand, “if we tell everyone that the children, Jaehaerys, Jahaera and Maelor, are mine”, he said, looking straight at you

“But they are not”, you said, “are they?”, you asked fearfully 

“They aren’t… biologically speaking, no, but, we believe it’s best”

“For what darling?”, you asked

“If people believe they are bastards, they won’t be a threat to Rhaenyra’s reign”, Helaena said gently, her eyes were only to Maekar

“That way we can keep them safe”, he said then, nodding, “I will marry Helaena, and the children can take my name”

“But them being bastards, also places them in a different type of danger”, you muttered

“No if we keep to ourselves, in Harrenhal”, he said with a small smile, “people there like us, they love us, they love Helaena, they wouldn’t hurt them”, you nodded, “besides they are going to be safe with me”, and for the first time since this began, you felt relieved.

You hugged Maekar and he hugged you back

“I’m so proud of you, my sweet boy”, you whispered, hugging your son against you 

More notes: I know it was kind of random but I needed to give the Harwin-Larys thing a clousure

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[anneimaginesundertale]

9. First day at work or school, and tgis is probably the only time I'll put in two but Blue and Randy, it's too perfect not to combine XD

"I'm going to KINDY-GARD-EN!" Randy sang at the top of his lungs. Your older child bounced in his seat at the breakfast table. "I'm going to KINDY-GARD-EN with DAAAAADDDYYYY!"

You managed to hide your laughter with a big sip of coffee. At the counter, Blue became very focused on packing two lunch boxes. Next to you, your daughter Cherry banged on her high chair. "Kind-eeeeee-garden!!!!!" she shrieked. "I go with Daddy!"

Oh. Ooo...

"No!" Randy turned to his sister before you could. "Only I go with Daddy today! You're too little. You stay with Mommy and have fun here!"

Cherry's big eyes filled with tears. "Mommy?" she asked, looking at you as if someone had kicked her puppy.

You swallowed your coffee and gave her a big bright smile. "That's right, Cherry Berry! You and I get to stay home and have fun with the cousins. Uncle Sweets is going to bring over Gracie and Gideon to play with us, and Uncle Boss is going to bring Poppy. We'll have a Two Crew Party!"

That seemed to calm Cherry for a moment, but then she asked, "Someday too?"

"Uh, no, honey. Someday's going to school with Auntie Anne. She's starting pre-k, just like brother is starting junior k."

"Kindy-garden," Randy corrected.

"Yes." This particular fight was not a fight you were going to win, so you'd given up days ago. "Randy and Someday are going to be big kids and go to school today, and the Two Crew all gets to party here."

"And," Blue added, noting the looks on both children's faces, "we'll all have a big family dinner tonight once everybody is home. All our family and friends will come to celebrate, because it's a big big day!"

"Big day," Cherry repeated.

"That's right." You took your cue from Blue and spoiled a little surprise. "You and the Twos are going to help me make decorations, and help Uncle Sweets make cookies."

"Yaaaayy cookies!!!" Cherry banged on her tray again. "I do it now!"

"Not now. Eat breakfast first."

"Otay..."

Randy was still looking a little torn. "Can I help with cookies?" he asked.

You leaned over and hugged him. "I'll save some for you to decorate after school," you promised. "The party won't be until dinner time, so there's time for you to help too."

"Yay!" Randy hugged you and then turned back to his breakfast. "Come on, Daddy! Eat fast so we can go! We have to get to school!"

Both your boys bolted their breakfast. Blue sent Randy to his room to get dressed. You cleaned up Cherry a bit and let her out of her chair. She toddled off in the direction of Randy's room. You'd have to go after her, but you took a moment to have a moment with your husband.

"I'm really proud of you," you said, hugging him. "You're finally a full time teacher!"

"I know!" Blue bounced in your embrace, beaming. "I'm so excited!" He leaned in and whispered in your ear, "And a little nervous..."

"You'll do amazing," you assured him, and sealed the promise with a kiss. "I'm so proud of you, love." One more kiss and then the two of you separated to go and deal with the wild giggling shrieks coming from Randy's room. (Somebody decided the bed was a trampoline, apparently...)

Twenty minutes later, you watched your husband and your son get into the car and drive away. You and Cherry waved until they turned the corner and were out of sight.

"Mama sad?" Cherry asked, noting the tears in your eyes.

"Just a little, baby," you said. "I'm going to miss Daddy and brother."

"They come back," Cherry assured you, and your heart melted. You hugged your daughter close. You were so, so happy and so blessed to have the family you had.

[tonyboneysblog]

MOTHER HEN: PART TWO

parings: hawks x mother!reader

word count: 1.9k

warnings: minor character death!

notes: THANK YOU FOR ALL THE LOVE ON PART ONE, ITS ALWAYS APPRECIATED❤️

summary: you, the mother of Tokoyami Fumikage, are just a simple nurse! Who has caught the eye of a certain pro.

BEEP BEEP BEEP!

your alarm is blaring at 4:00 in the morning, work always has you coming in at weird times.

but you so warm in your bed, the comforters are the just right amount of warmth, the fan is blowing at the perfect speed, and your in the perfect position.

BEEP BEEP BEEP!

maybe work can wait for at least one day…no people need your there- if you asked for an off day you and someone died you could never forgive yourself.

So you begrudgingly rise from your bed, getting ready for your day.

Washing your face, brushing your teeth, dressing yourself, etc.

You walk out of your room making your way into the kitchen, while on your way you spot Tokoyami on the couch.

“Fumikage?” you say sleepily.

His head peeks up from the couch slowly, “uhm, hi mom..”

“what’re you doing up?”

“nothing.”

You sigh, “did you get some sleep at least?”

“Yea I-i did mama, don’t worry.” He scratches at his head.

“We’ll make sure to take a nap at least before you get ready for school…” you ruffle the feathers on the top of his head and kiss his forehead.

Tokoyami yawns, “I’ll see you soon, mama.”

you smile, “Course sweetie…”

You make your way out of the house finally, getting into your car and driving to work.

As you pull in there are multiple ambulances surrounding the hospital, which isn’t unusual but it wakes you up from your tiredness.

Was there an accident? It seems like there’s a lot more than there should be usually…but you didn’t see anything on the news? well you forgot to turn it on.

You walk into the hospital and check in, nurses are going everywhere and nowhere at the same time. What happed anyways?

You can see Emi, your co-worker, run up to you. See seems more stressed than usual…

“Oh y/n, thank the gods your here- t-there was an accident up the street, some building collapsed, and we are almost fully packed.” She says hurriedly.

“Hey, hey calm down. We can handle this okay, Emi?”

“O-okay” she takes a quick deep breath, “You need to be at room D3 at the intensive care unit, they need more hands.”

“Got it, deep breaths okay? I’ll see you later.” You walk away, well that explains why there’s so many people here.

You’ve never really worked at the intensive care unit before but people usually make it back to stability in your hands.

Emi days you have a magical touch, Fumikage says it’s because you’re amazing.

You walk into the intensive care unit, a another nurse, Monika, waves you down to the room.

You hurry in, the patient isn’t in the best shape. doctor starts talking about an emergency surgery.

You sanitize and put your gear on, starting it immediately, you listen when the surgeon calls for a new instrument.

You’re worried, you keep your eye on the monitor- is it supposed to be going down like that?

The surgery continues.

the monitor drops.

“8:17, time of death.”

it hits you like a brick.

Monika pats your back, she basically lives in intensive care. She knows what it’s like.

“There was nothing you could do, there in a better place, okay?” She says trying to comfort you.

You haven’t experienced a death yet while working, which sounds insane since you work all the time but..you’ve never seen it.

you’ve never heard the monitor stop beeping.

You have to continue though- you need too.

You have other people to save so you keep working, that’s what Fumikages father hated about you.

5 dead, 34 injured. That was the count at the end of the day, apparently hero’s were still pulling out body’s from the rumble.

“Take your break, y/n” Monika says.

That’s really the only thing you can do at the moment.

So you sit down next to Emi, her head is in her hands.

“Do you think we did enough?” She says with sorrow in her voice.

“I don’t know.”

Her voice shakes, “That was my first time I saw someone die on the table like that.”

“Yea, mine too.”

“I’m sorry, y/n.” Her voice breaks.

It’s okay thought, all of this just toughens you up! sometimes it haunts your dreams but you always wake up in the end.

You started dreaming it was Fumikage on the table and not just some patient.

it makes you want to vomit.

You hear Monika walking around the corner, she waves.

She hands you a drink, “Here”

“Wish it were alcohol”, you chuckle.

“Well apple juice is all we got, don’t get stuck in your head y/n.”

“Tell that to Emi.” You take a swig of the apple juice.

Monika sits next to Emi and starts talking to her so softly you can’t really pick up on it.

It’s 5:18, you haven’t eaten yet, it’s probably a good time to clock out.

Maybe you’ll go to that new chicken place, Fumikage said it was good.

So you decide to walk there, you don’t really trust yourself to drive at the moment anyways.

It’s close to the hospital so it was an easy walk, your legs ached a little bit and they only ached more at the thought of walking back to your car.

You walk in with a ding from the door, you texted Fumikage on the way to ask for his order.

You look around for a moment then walk up to the counter, ordering you and your sons meals.

They ring it up and give it to you, you sit

down and one of the booths.

You start to eat, re-thinking all of the events of your day until you can hear someone slide into your booth while you’re munching on your food!

You look up to see who would do that, because yknow-boundaries, only to see the bird hero?

“Rough day?” He says with a soft smile.

you sigh, “you don’t even know.”

He giggles, “yea, you look rough Mrs. Nurse.”

you shot him a glare, he just shrugs.

“How’s your kid, U.A. And all that?”

“Ah, he’s doing good, not getting enough sleep though.”

He raises his eyebrows and shakes his head, “no good, needs his beauty rest.”

You smile softly, suppose some hero’s also save people how are just having a rough day.

He focuses, “And how’s the old ball and chain?”

“The what?”

“your…husband?” He says hesitantly.

“Oh!” You laugh, “please haven’t seen him since I was 16.”

He blushes and stammers, “Sorry, I-i just thought..yknow?”

“Thought he’d stay? we were young yknow, he didn’t want my son and I did.”

“sorry to hear that.”

“We always fought anyways so, good riddance I suppose.” You chuckle.

Hawks sneaks away a fry from your bag of food, “We keep meeting, don’t we?”

“Yea, you might be a stalker, Hawks.”

He blushes as his wings puff up, “n-not true!”

you laugh, it’s nice.

This is nice.

You look at the time on your phone, 5:48, you don’t wanna worry Fumikage so-

“Oh gosh, I need to go.” You say in an apologetic voice.

“I can fly you back.”

“I have my own wings, hawks.”

“You look tired.”

“I am, but I have a car I need to take home so-“

“Why drive when you have wings?”

Good question, your wings are actually too small to carry your weight through the sky so there’s not really a point throwing yourself off a roof to see if you actually can.

“You can walk me to my car?”

“great idea, mama bird.”

“Mama bird?”

“Well you’re a mom and I assume that your son has a bird quirk…so.”

I mean he’s correct. The two of you leave the restaurant with the food in tow, making your way to your car.

Hawks wings jitter anxiously though he shows composure, “So, his old man ain’t around?”

“Nah, left right when he found out, haven’t really tried to date since- well I have but yknow.”

“Hard out there for single moms?”

“Yea, it was bad about 4 years ago? Met this guy and he put his hands on Fumikage, called the cops and made sure he stayed far away from him.”

Hawks looks off to the side slightly, lost in thought but only for a moment.

“My car is right here.”

He grins, “Nice car, Mrs nurse.”

“Oh please, it’s Y/N Tokoyami” you chuckle out.

“Got it in my brain.” He points towards his head.

You just laugh and shake your head while getting into your car.

Hawks stands next to your window, “see you again?”

“We keep meeting so probably- how’s your head also?”

“Hm, from what?” He questions.

“The hospital remember? I’m surprised you’re already back on patrol.”

Hawks rubs the back of his neck, “guess you just have a magic touch?”

You laugh and shake your hand while rolling up your window, reminds you of Emi- wonder how she’s doing.

You start to drive home, you can see hawks waving in the rear view mirror, he’s nice.

Fumikage will be happy, you hope he had a good day.

You hope hawks had a good day too.

Finally you reach home, you probably look like a walking zombie who had a death grip on a chicken bag when they died.

Tokoyami greets you right when you open the door.

“Mother, I heard about the building- a-and I was worried that-“

“Don’t worry so much Fumi..your mama saved people too.”

Fumikages speech slows, “It’s just…I know how you get.”

You really wish you didn’t have to be all down in the dumps in front of Fumikage.

Long days and stressful days at the hospital always get to you, you wished that they didn’t.

Sure it was your first time actively seeing someone die in the hospital but you always knew that you’d see it one day.

“Hey look on the bright side, I got chicken?”

Fumikage sighs, “I hope you know my classmates would consider that cannibalism.”

“They better be nice to you.”

“They are- well we haven’t really talked but no one’s really mean.” Tokoyami responds sheepishly.

“Don’t lie to me, silly goose”

Fumikage starts to unpack the food bag, “well there’s this one boy, bakugo, he is like obsessed with destroying another boy named Midoriya.”

“Destroying?” You giggle.

Fumikage sits down at the table, “yea totally, we were paired up today to act like hero’s and villains- and they got the opposite from each-other and they destroyed the whole building!”

again, that’s an email.

“Who’d you get paired up with?”

Fumikage looks away from your curious gaze, “this girl named Tsu.”

“Is she cute?”

“mama.”

You laugh, “I’m just asking!”

Fumikage retorts, “What about that hawks guy, is he cute?”

“Now why’re talking about him, hm?”

“Press caught him walking you to your car, scandalous old woman.”

Ah, the paparazzi….you wish you could send an email about them.

You gasp dramatically, “Old woman?!”

“Answer my question!”

“He’s alright, I like em rougher you know?”

Fumikage gags, “gross, mama.”

“You asked!”

You and Fumikage continued talking about small things that happen in your day, apparently a boy named Shoto slipped on his own ice while no one was looking- except Fumikage was.

Now reaching almost ten o’clock, you force Fumikage and yourself to bed.

Fumikage begrudgingly walks over to his bedroom, still wanting to talk to you a little more.

“Night, mama.”

You walk over and kiss his temple, ruffling his feathers.

“Night night, my little chick.”

Fumikage shakes his head and retreats to his room, you return to yours as well.

Cuddling into your nest, which is really just your bed with an in godly amount of pillows, blankets, and plushies- you let sleep come over you.

You wonder if hawks gets to sleep this good at night, or even if he has someone to talk to about his tough days.

Wait, why’re you thinking about him anyways?

PART THREE: MOTHER HEN: PART THREE

[asha-the-viking]

Welcome to the World

April 19. 1071

It was a beautiful spring day when Siri went into labor. 

The sun had not quite reached its peak when frantic knocking disturbed the Haralsons from their lunch. Ander had answered the door and immediately the entire family went into a tizzy. It was Will and he had come to tell them it was time. He had barely finished speaking when he turned tail and started heading in the direction in which he had come to tell Ingrid and Clover (in no particular order). 

And Will had moved so fast, he beat them to the little house he shared with Siri. They found him panting for breath in the main room of the house, door flung open to accept the people that were on their way. 

Katryn, as planned, had gone to the Felmans to play with her cousins and would be notified quickly when the baby arrived (Siri promised). Ander, on Siri's request, was to be present at the house but not in the room with her, and the same went for Clover. Siri wanted three people in the room with her; her Grandma Ingrid, Will, and her mother. Luckily, that was easily accomplished.

Asha bounced anxiously on her feet while Will caught his breath and practically ran after him when he headed to the bedroom. 

“I'll send Ingrid in once she gets here,” Ander promised. 

“Thank you!” Will called over his shoulder as he opened the door. He waved Asha in first. 

“Hi Mama,” Siri said from her place on the floor. She was kneeling beside the bed, her arms folded on the mattress and her head resting on it. She already looked rather sweaty and exhausted. 

“Hi sweet girl,” Asha said softly, lowering herself to the floor beside her daughter. “How are you feeling?”

“Pretty awful,” Siri said with a laugh. “I… may have made Will wait a while to get everyone. If he would've had it his way, he would've woken you all up at the crack of dawn.”

“She's been at it for a few hours now,” Will said, sitting on the bed beside Siri and reaching over to re-tie up her hair. “Being amazing of course, but she didn't want to bother everyone.”

“Being in labor is not a bother, Siri Helena,” Asha chastised lightly. 

“I know, Mama. I was fine by myself for a while but things… have really started to pick up,” Siri grimaced and closed her eyes and her whole body tensed. She reached a hand out for Will and he took it, letting her squeeze. “Oh shit,”

Asha put a hand on her daughter’s back. “Breathe, sweetheart. Breathe.” 

“Okay, okay, I need to be up now. This hurts worse,” Siri declared once the contraction had let up. Will stood immediately and offered both hands to help her stand. 

Asha stood slowly, a hand on Siri’s back for good measure. But she stepped back when Siri put her head on Will’s shoulder and he wrapped his arms around her. Siri was well supported. Asha smiled. She was glad her little girl was so well looked after. 

The bedroom door opened and in stepped Ingrid Bergman, Grey's mother and the best healer on Haligan. Will waved her in. 

“Hi Ingrid.”

“Hello… Oh, she's quite far along isn't she?” 

“It started at dawn apparently,” Asha said. “Siri didn't want to bother us.” 

“Hi Grandma,” Siri murmured. 

“Hello dear. We'll have to see how far along you are, but no rush. Seems you've got it under control for now.” 

Siri held up a thumbs-up and Will chuckled. 

“Your mother's in the living room too, William,” Ingrid said, placing her bag down. “They're quite the nervous pair out there, Ander and Clover.” 

Will laughed suddenly. “Oh man, who's going to out-awkward the other first.” 

Asha hid a smile behind her hand. Clover and Ander were both on the quieter side and they both had their awkward moments. And they never had really spoken before. Will was probably right, it was bound to be really awkward out there.

“Will!” Siri scolded. “That's not nice. My dad and your mom are perfectly normal, perfectly… lovely… oh fuck me. Please hold.” 

“Done and done,” Will nodded, holding her tighter. 

Siri huffed and stomped on his foot and he yelped. 

“That's what you get,” Siri told him through clenched teeth. 

Asha and Ingrid both burst into laughter. Will took it like a champ. Siri and Will made such a fun pair. 

Siri turned her head. “I'm… I'm sorry Mama. Sorry Grandma. Will has a… dirty mind-”

“And you don't?” Will interjected, grinning. 

Siri rolled her eyes and continued. “-and… I don't think that's the last time I'm going to swear today.”

“Siri, sweetheart, I've been a healer for many years and gave birth myself. I know what it does to you. Trust me, I've heard it all. You're fine,” Ingrid promised with a smile. 

“I might not use the words out loud, Siri, but I definitely think them on occasion,” Asha added. “You don't need to apologize.”

“Mama!” Siri gasped, faking being scandalized. “My goodness! Thinking bad words? How could you?”

Asha laughed and walked over to her daughter. She brushed a stray curl from Siri's face and pressed a soft kiss to her cheek. “Never change, sweet girl.” 

Siri smiled at Asha. “Thanks for coming,”

Asha smiled back. “I wouldn't miss this for anything.” 

After some time and a few more contractions which were getting closer and closer together, Siri said she needed to sit and Ingrid checked Siri over. 

“Well?” Siri asked anxiously, trying to see what was happening. She gripped Will's arm suddenly as another contraction began. And then she felt a small pop and an uncomfortable wetness. She looked to her mother, concerned, but Asha only smiled. 

“It's alright,” Asha promised her daughter. “It's supposed to happen.”

“Some timing this little one has,” Ingrid chuckled. “That was your water breaking. The contractions will get stronger and closer together now and we are getting very close to meeting your little one. Maybe another hour or so.”

“Stronger? How is that even possible?” Siri wailed. 

“Hey,” Will murmured, close to her ear. He was sitting behind her, arms wrapped around her middle. “You've got this.” 

“Easy for you to say, you don't have to do anything. And this is all your fault. How is that even fair?” 

“Yeah, I'm gonna let that one go,” he teased lightly. “No but seriously, you've been kicking ass all day. You've got this.”

Siri rested her head back against him, sighing. And then she tensed, hands scrambling for purchase. Will offered both of his hands without hesitation. “Oh my Gods, that is stronger. Holy shit.”

“Breathe, Siri. You're doing so well.” Ingrid promised. 

Asha had taken a seat on the floor near Siri. She was trying not to hover, as Will clearly had the support and comfort under control, but she was there if she was needed for extra support. Siri and Will's relationship had grown so much in such a brief period of time and it was beautiful to witness. 

“Mama,” Siri said, tipping her head the other direction so she could see her mother better. “You did this twice. You're amazing. This sucks.” 

Asha rubbed Siri's leg. “You're amazing, sweet girl.” 

“Why are you on the floor, Asha?” Will asked. 

“I, um, I don't want to be in the way…” She stammered. 

“We want you here. You aren't in the way,” Will assured. “I brought chairs in here for a reason, please sit in one. Family doesn't let family sit on the floor.” 

Asha stood up and sat in one of the chairs, smiling at Will softly. Siri reached out for Asha's hand and Asha gave it. 

Siri squeezed Asha's fingers. “I want you to be one of the first to meet my baby, Mama. I want you to be comfortable when you do.” 

“Thank you, my love,” Asha said. “You tell me where you want me and what you want me to do and I'll do it.” 

Siri smiled tiredly. And then she froze. “Woah, woah, that… feels different. Holy shit. What's happening? Ow ow ow.”

“Baby's coming down, Siri.” Ingrid said, ruffling through her bag. “How do you want to be?” 

“What?” Siri blinked, dumbfounded. 

“Your baby is coming very soon,” Asha said. “What position feels the most comfortable for you to push?” 

Ingrid looked up. “Thank you, Asha.” 

“Oh fuck,” Siri murmured, shifting. “I need to be up. Hands and knees, I cannot imagine doing this any other way right now. Is that okay?” 

“Of course it is,” Ingrid said. “Floor or bed?” 

“Floor,” Siri said. “I don't want to clean the bed after this.” 

Ingrid laughed. “That's understandable.” 

Asha popped up from the chair and grabbed the blankets and towels from where they folded and put them on the floor before helping Will guide Siri to the floor. Will sat on the floor beside Siri, who leaned against him, breathing hard. He smoothed back a bit of her hair and pressed a kiss to it before saying something quietly to her that Asha couldn't hear, but it made her smile. 

And then, after what felt like an eternity and a blink of an eye simultaneously, the baby was officially coming. Siri tried for a few minutes on her hands and knees, but her arms were shaking too much to support her, so she ended up in a sort of crouch, Will helping hold her upright and her hand in Asha's. Siri, who had not cried even a bit the entire time, had begun to tear up. 

“It hurts so much,” Siri said. “It hurts,” 

“I know, I know. Big deep breaths, Siri. You are so close,” Ingrid promised, placing a gentle hand on Siri’s arm. “You're doing great.” 

“You can do this,” Will encouraged, meeting her eyes. “You're so strong.”

“We're all right here for you,” Asha promised, squeezing Siri’s fingers from her spot on the floor. So much for not sitting on the floor, Will, she thought. She ended up back down there anyway. 

A few more minutes of pressure and pain, a few yelps and screams later, Siri, chest heaving, flopped back against Will as a shrill little cry filled the room. 

Will caught her in a firm hug. “You're so fucking incredible,” he told her, leaning his head against his. 

Siri’s smile was bright as she looked to Asha, who had teary eyes at the sound of her first grandchild’s cries. 

“Siri, Will,” Ingrid said, rubbing the tiny baby with a towel. “Congratulations, you have a beautiful little girl.” 

Ingrid beamed as she placed the wailing baby on Siri’s chest. Siri and Will’s arms immediately went up to hold the baby there protectively. 

“Holy shit,” Will muttered, tears in his eyes. “We have a kid.” 

“She's beautiful, my darling,” Asha said softly. The baby had a decent amount of dark hair already and Asha swore she could see some curls. Just like Siri's hair.

The baby settled at Siri’s gentle shushing and her newfound warmth and grew quiet. Siri looked in awe at the tiny, wriggling child placed on her chest and lifted a shaky hand to trace her face with her index finger. “Hello pretty girl. I love you so much. Welcome home.” 

Siri carefully dipped her head down to give the baby a tearful kiss and then suddenly started laughing. 

“What? What's wrong?” Will asked, concerned, looking frantic. 

“Nothing, it's just… I forgot about the ears!” Siri said through her laughter. “They're so cute!” 

And sure enough, the baby had two little cat ears like her father. They were a bit folded and squashed but would not doubt perk up in time. They too were dark, with some orange and brown flecks already visible. Tortoiseshell. 

Will gently touched a tiny ear with his own finger and it twitched a bit. “She's… she's perfect.” 

Asha pushed herself to her knees and leaned over to give Siri a kiss on the head and one to Will as well. “Congratulations,” she said warmly. “Do you want me to go tell Ander and Clover?” 

“Not until you hold her,” Siri said. “Please?” 

“Oh! Alright.” Asha sat back on the ground and Siri carefully passed the baby into her arms. Asha gasped softly. It had been eleven years since she had last held a baby. She had nearly forgotten what it felt like. And what an honor to hold this baby.

Asha looked down at the beautiful girl, her first grandchild, and couldn't help the tears that started up again. Everything she and her friends had done, everything with the Rebellion, all of the pain and the struggle and the loss, had led them right there to that moment. And somehow, that made everything a little more okay, a little more worth it. Two children of the Rebellion had welcomed a brand new little life into the world. It felt like a metaphor. It felt like hope.

Asha hoped that this little girl would grow up in a safer, kinder world than even her own girls had been raised in. Maybe this child would see the end of the Rebellion once and for all.

Asha cradled the newborn close and looked down at her sweet little face. "We are so happy you're here, little one."

Kara Andrine, daughter of Siri Haralson and Will Verdile

[reigningqueenofwords]

Alfred is a Gift

Pairing: Bruce x Reader, Martha x Thomas, reader’s parents Word count: 3,465

Read on AO3

Part 19 of Without Me

Bruce glared. “I’ll prove to you that I’m a great husband and father.” 

Your father smiled. “There’s nothing I want more than for you to prove me wrong. And that hasn’t happened.” He turned and went back inside. He slammed the door behind him, making people look over. 

Bruce looked down. He felt he was doing his best. But apparently not. Hearing the door, he glanced over to see you. "Babe?" You wrapped your arms around him. 

“Hi.” He said softly, kissing your forehead. “Have I ruined your life?” He asked bluntly. 

"What? No!" You told him. "I love my life." 

He swallowed. “But your job…” He breathed. 

"Is being a mom. I can go to work when they're older. They won't be little forever. Raising our kids is everything to me. Just because I'm scared doesn't mean I don't want her." You told him. “Beckett is the best little boy, and you were a huge part in that.” You kissed his chin. "He has the best daddy in the whole world!"

“I hope so. I hope you don’t wish you were with someone different.” He pouted. "Just...I'm sorry." He sighed, holding you close. "That I've apparently taken your dreams away.”

You hugged him tight. “No. At all. We’re still young! I have time to do desk jobs.” You promised him. "And dreams can change. Right now my dreams are our kids being happy and healthy!"

“But I forced that on to you.” He said sadly. 

"I stopped taking my birth control for Beckett." You reminded him.

“Right, but would you have if I didn’t want kids so badly?” He asked. 

You kissed him softly. "After seeing you with Noah, I did." You rubbed the back of his neck. “You’re the best.” You smiled. "So, please, ignore him. I'll send Noah out here to keep you company while I go tell my father to stop being a dick to my husband."

“You don’t have to.” He pouted more. “What if I deserve it?” 

"You. Don't." You told him firmly. "Now stop beating yourself up because he has this image of me that I've broken. It's sad he'd rather have me be alone, behind a desk, then loved and happy with my family." 

“And I do love you. So much. You’re the best mom and I love coming home to you and Beckett and now our princess.” Bruce said. "Can we talk names later? I have a couple I like."

“We can.” You nodded quickly. "I can't wait to hear them." You pecked his cheek before heading inside. "Noah, Bruce wants to know if you wanna play catch?"

“I do!” Noah smiled and ran outside quickly. 

You chuckled, but then went to your father, clearly unhappy. "You have some nerve insulting my husband." 

“I’m looking out for you.” He said easily. 

"You're making an ass of yourself!" You countered. "He's an amazing husband and father. He has given you nothing to show that he’s not.” You glared at him. "Those family pictures you love? He surprised me with those. He surprises us with family days all the time. He gets up with Beckett so I can sleep in." You explained. “He loves his son so much and I know he’ll love our daughter with just as much of his heart. He buys me flowers, he writes me notes, he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” You didn't care that people were staring at you. "Why is it my life you try to mess with when Nicole sleeps with other people's boyfriends? Can't keep a job? Is living with you?!" You shouted. 

Beckett waddled to you and hugged your leg, pouting. “Mama.” He sniffled. 

You scooped him up. "I'm sorry, baby." You kissed his cheek. "Wanna go see Daddy?"

“Mhmm.” He nodded, eyes watery. 

Shooting your father one last look, you brought Beckett out. "Someone wants his daddy." You told Bruce. "I think I upset him yelling at my dad.”

“That’s okay, buddy.” Bruce took him. 

Beckett nuzzled him, adding to your point that Bruce was a wonderful father. “Why’d you yell at dad?” Noah asked. 

You sighed. “He’s being a butt.” You shrugged. “Being mean to Bruce.”

Noah looked up at Bruce. “But you’re nice.” He looked confused. “Adults are weird.”

“Very weird. Don’t grow up.” Bruce ruffled his hair and Beckett reached down to copy him. He chuckled, looking at the small boy. “Wanna play with Uncle Noah?”

Beckett nodded and looked at Noah excitedly. As soon as his feet were on the ground, he was off to play with the dogs and Noah. 

Bruce pulled you close. “As long as our little family is happy, we can get through anything.” He promised you. “And lots of dads hate their son in laws, right?”

“I guess but it shouldn’t be that way. I love you! That should be enough for him.” You sighed. “I asked why he’s messing with my life when Nicole is how she is.”

“It’s a good question.” Bruce nodded. “I honestly hadn’t even thought of that part.” He frowned. “He just has hated me from the start.” He sighed. “It’ll be twenty years down the line and it’ll be the same shit.” He shrugged. “So I might as well get over it now.” 

You kissed his shoulder and rubbed over his back. “I’ll always defend you.” You promised. 

Your parents left before dinner, your mother hugging you lovingly. She assured you she was thrilled to be getting another grand baby. And that she would speak to your father about how he behaved. Maryanne left, as well, wanting it to be more of a family dinner. Bruce was thankful she was supportive and would be sending her flowers that week. His parents stayed, and Thomas was currently watching a movie with Beckett on his lap. 

You and Martha were designing Maryanne’s baby shower while Bruce made dinner. The house smelled amazing, and your stomach was all but growling when he said it was done. 

Bruce served you first and everyone gathered around the table happily. He was glad his parents seemed to approve of your marriage. At least you had their support as well. Beckett munched on his food happily, making Bruce smile. “Like it, bud?” 

Beckett giggled and nodded. "Yum!" He licked his hand.

You laughed and kissed his head. “Very yum.” You agreed. "Daddy's a good cook."

“Better than Thomas.” Martha giggled. "I think it skipped him."

"Alfred taught me." He said proudly. 

“Alfred is a gift.” You giggled. “I should make him more cookies. He liked the last batch. Maybe I’ll have Beckett ‘help’.” 

“Yay!” Beckett cheered. Everyone chuckled, thankful he was such a happy toddler. He made everything better. You knew he’d be an amazing big brother. Maybe you could do new maternity pictures. 

His parents left right before you started getting Beckett ready for bed. You smiled as he let you put him in his pjs. “Did you have fun today?” You asked as he yawned.

He nodded and giggled tiredly. “Yeah!” He leaned against your chest once he was dressed. 

“Want Daddy to read to you tonight?” You asked, leaving it up to the small boy who read to him at night.

“Mm.” He kicked while he thought. “Mama and Daddy?” He asked, wanting to cuddle you both. “Pease?”

You melted and kissed his head. “Sounds great to me.” You hugged him close and called for Bruce down the hall. He came to peek his head in Beckett’s room, smiling. “Someone wants us both to do bedtime.” 

“Right on.” Bruce beamed and came to lay down so your son was cuddled between you both. Beckett helped and held the book open, eyes already droopy. “He’s not gonna last.” He chuckled.

You kissed his forehead before you began reading. It didn’t take him long before he was leaning against Bruce, sleeping. You smiled widely and looked at Bruce lovingly. “He looks so much more like you in his sleep.”

“Poor kid.” Bruce smiled back. “I hope she looks like you.” He nodded. “She’ll be beautiful.” He breathed. “I still can’t get over how lucky I am.” He reached over and squeezed your hand. “So, how about we go watch a show, and then get some sleep?”

“And maybe a foot rub?” You said hopeful. 

He chuckled, nodding. “Deal.” He got up and went around to lift you bridal style. You wrapped your arms around his neck and giggled, kissing his cheek. “Love you.” He said happily. 

“I love you.” You said contently, letting him set you on the couch. “And thank you for this dress. I don’t think I said that.”

“Anything for my wife.” He smiled. “And, not gonna lie, I knew your ass would look great. I was right.” He squeezed it before sitting next to you. 

You blushed, shaking your head. “Enjoy it now. I think I’ll lose more with each kid.”

“Lose more?” He moved you onto his lap. 

“More ass.” You chuckled. “I think they absorb it to make those cute cheeks.” 

He kissed your shoulder. “I’ll love your ass no matter what.” He promised. “Even when we’re old and have grandkids, I’m gonna be loving it.” He smiled against you. 

“How sweet.” You nuzzled him. “I look forward to growing old with you, honestly.” 

“Me too, baby. Husband and wife for life.” He rubbed your bump. “Parents, eventually grandparents.”

You teared up happily. “You’re my best friend. I love you so much.” You ran your hand through his dark hair.

“I love you, too.” He kissed you lovingly. 

“Oh, I hate you.” You groaned as another contraction hit. 

“I know, baby.” Bruce let you squeeze his hand. “She’s taking a while.” He mumbled to the nurse. “Beckett was impatient to get here.”

“Every pregnancy is different.” The nurse assured. You groaned, shaking your head.

“I can’t anymore.” You told Bruce. “My back is breaking!” You cried. “Ow!”

Bruce felt for you and continued wiping your forehead and now your tears. “You’re almost there. You can do this.” He was trying to be your biggest cheerleader, but hated seeing you in pain. “Can we do anything more?” He asked the nurse. 

“She’s almost able to get the epidural. Just another centimeter.” She rubbed your leg. “Almost, dear.” She said gently.

You whined and clutched to Bruce. “No more for a few years.” You told him, although this one hadn’t been even close to planned. “I’m getting the implant or the ring, or anything!” You screamed as another one hit. 

Bruce teared, kissing your forehead. “I’m so sorry, babe.” He wished he could take the pain away. “Once we’re done wanting kids, I’ll get snipped. Okay?”

You nodded and wiped your eyes. “Okay.” That you could agree to. “Thank you.” You told him. “One more?” 

He stroked your cheek and smiled. “Whatever you say.” He would have been happy with just the two you were about to have. 

You kissed his hand and almost sobbed in relief when they finally came in for the epidural. You felt so much better after that. “I would say an hour more.” The doctor said after they checked. “You’ll have your daughter soon.”

“Thank you.” You sighed in relief. You missed your son, and you wanted this to be over with. 

Bruce didn’t mind that his hand was nearly broken, his eyes focused on the baby girl on your chest. “You did it.” He said proudly. “You’re amazing.”

“I’m so sweaty.” You giggled, overjoyed she was in the world now. “Hey, our little Charlotte.” You kissed her head as she stretched slightly. “I can’t wait to introduce Beckett, and your parents.” 

“Beckett’s going to be so excited.” Bruce nodded. “Plus Alfred. He’s excited to have a little girl around.” He chuckled. “Pretty sure he’s gonna start buying stuff for her 1st birthday soon.” He joked. 

“If he hasn’t already.” You smiled. “Wanna hold her, daddy?” You looked over at him. “I’m sure she would love that.”

“I would love to.” He sat and carefully took her. “She’s so precious.” He was over the moon. “I’m home for three weeks, and I plan to suck that time up.” He reminded you. “Then dad said I can take a week off a month for a year.” He went on. “I didn’t want to tell you until she was here.” 

You sighed in relief. “Oh, that’s going to be so nice.” You squeezed his leg. ���Thank you.” You smiled. “I know our kids will love that, too.” 

He smiled down at you. “I’ll call every chance I can.” He promised.

“I know you will.” You beamed at him. "And I'll send a lot of pictures."

“I can’t wait.” He smiled, kissing Charlotte’s nose. "I love you, and your mommy, and your brother so much!" He gushed. 

You watched him lovingly, and didn’t even realize you were tired until you were out. It felt like moments passed before he was asking you up to nurse her. Her little cries were soft but squeaky, making you melt. “I’m here, baby.” You sat up. "Mommy's here." You got yourself set up. "Have your parents brought Beckett?"

“Yeah, and food. Want me to go bring them in?” He smiled. When you nodded, he all but jumped up to get them. Soon Thomas was helping Beckett onto the bed. 

“Be careful with mommy.” He told the toddler. "She's feeding your baby sister."

“Sissy.” Beckett whispered and crawled over to you carefully. 

Thomas and Martha came over, smiling. "So precious." She said gently. "How are you feeling?" 

“Tired and sore, but so happy.” You beamed. "Both my babies are here."

She smiled. “Congratulations.” She kissed your head. "She's beautiful. Alfred is excited to meet her, too."

You grinned. “He’s so sweet.” 

Beckett peered at his sister. “Small.” He stared in awe. He carefully touched her hand and pulled back instantly, afraid to hurt her. "Daddy?" He made grabby hands at Bruce.

Bruce scooped him up. “Hey, it’s okay.” He kissed his head. “You’ll get used to her, buddy.” He promised.

Beckett hid in his neck but watched Charlotte as you burped her. “After you wanna cuddle mommy, and Daddy can cuddle your sister?” He asked, and Beckett nodded.

“So, are you going to finally tell us her name?” Thomas teased. 

Bruce beamed. “Oh, right.” 

“This is Charlotte.” You told them. “Charlotte Marie Wayne.” You smiled. 

“How cute! It’s beautiful.” Martha gushed. “Beckett and Charlotte. Such perfect names.”

Thomas nodded. “Wonderful!” He put his arm around Martha, watching the four of you. 

Beckett cuddled to you once Bruce took Charlotte. You kissed the top of his head, closing your eyes to rest. Bruce rocked Charlotte, looking at her lovingly. 

“Would you like us to watch Beckett for a couple days?" Martha asked.

You hummed and looked at Bruce who nodded. “That’d be nice. Thanks, mom.” He told her. "Just so we get her settled." 

“Of course.” Martha beamed. “Beckett loves his room there anyway.” She had made sure he had everything he needed there. 

“And he loves his grandparents.” You smiled. "So much."

Beckett giggled. “Gama!” " He pointed to her. "Gampa!" He pointed to Thomas.

They always melted when he did that. "Want us to get the boys, too?" He asked, referring to Happy and Lucky.

“If you’d like.” You smiled. "Happy sleeps with Beckett, so he would probably love that."

“And dad loves our dogs.” Bruce laughed. "Which is ironic when he wouldn't let me get one when I was a kid."

“You were enough for us.” Thomas chuckled. "Why do you think you're an only child?" He teased 

Bruce gasped, then shook his head. “I get it actually. I’m a handful.” He grinned. "Which is why I'm surprised she isn't sending me off to get snipped at the moment."

“Very close.” You teased. "But, I think one more in a few years would be nice."

Martha and Thomas beamed, loving the expansion of your family. They honestly had stopped hoping Bruce would ever settle down, until you. Now they had beautiful grandchildren. "Are you hungry, dear?" She asked you.

You opened your mouth and your stomach grumbled, making Beckett burst into giggles. "Very." You said shyly

Thomas went to get your food, making you your plate. "Here you are."

“You’re the best.” You took it happily. "Her labor and delivery was longer and harder than Beckett's." You shook your head.

“Hopefully the recovery is quick, then.” Martha said softly. “You’re very strong.” She sat on the side of your bed.

“Thank you.” You smiled at her. 

Beckett crawled over to hug her. “Gama.” He smiled. 

“Hi, baby.” She lifted him onto her lap. “Are you happy your sister is here?” She brushed his dark hair back. 

He nodded. “So small.” He breathed. 

Bruce chuckled at that. “You were that small.” He told him, playing gently with her small foot. “We’ll show you pictures, okay?”

“Okay!” He said excitedly. 

Sitting on your couch, you sighed contently. “Home.” You smiled.

Bruce kissed your cheek. “I’m so happy we made it here.” He sat with you, Charlotte in her seat in front of his feet.

“Ready for lots of naps?” You giggled. “Because we now have a toddler and a newborn.”

“As long as it’s with my family I’m happy.” He beamed. “I have three weeks home with the people I love most.”

“We’ll make it count.” You promised. “All the family time.” You leaned your head on his shoulder.

Bruce held your hand and took a deep breath, content. “How about when you’re up to it, we bring Beckett to the park?”

“Fresh air sounds nice.” You nodded. “And to watch you two play together.”

“He tires me out so much.” Bruce laughed. “He’s gonna make me invest in a home gym.” He cuddled with you. “I don’t have a dad bod right?” He joked. 

You pretended to think. “Nah, but even if you did...you’re hot.” You kissed his cheek. “And all mine.” You said proudly. “Forever.”

“Poor you.” He teased and hugged you close. “I’m the lucky one.” He chuckled as you giggled as he kissed all over your face. When you squealed, he sucked a mark on your neck. “There. Mine.” He announced. 

“You mean the ring wasn’t proof enough?” You teased.

“Men won’t look at the ring first.” He grinned. 

You laughed. “What men am I ever around?” You looked at him. “Honestly?”

He tilted his head. “Never know. Some creepy mailman or something!” He said so sincerely it was cute.

You giggled. “Well, you’ve made your mark just in case, then.” You smirked. “Does that mean I can leave mine?" As if on cue, Charlotte started to fuss.

He pouted. “Eventually.” He stood up to get her into his arms and transfer her over to you. "I'll get us some water and snacks, okay?"

“Grapes, please.” You told him before getting ready to feed her. "You made mommy really love grapes." You chuckled. “And all things that helped with dehydration.” You grinned and kissed her forehead. She eagerly nursed as you hummed softly to her.

Bruce came back and watched you lovingly. “Best mom ever.” He beamed. 

“I’ll remember this moment during our next argument.” You teased. "Put on a movie?"

“Cartoons?” He asked, used to Beckett. 

You smiled. "How about something above rated G." 

“Right.” He went through the list and picked an old favorite of yours. "There we go."

You smiled wide and watched excitedly. "Just need our boy, and this would be perfect." You mused. 

“He would make us a bit more tired, though.” He smiled. "He'll be home tomorrow." He kissed your temple. "With our boys."

Beckett's tiny bottom lip was sticking out when he woke up to Bruce at work. It was his first day back, and you already missed him. You brought your toddler and newborn to your room, wanting cuddles constantly. “Daddy.” Beckett pouted. 

“I know, baby. I miss him, too.” You told him. “How about we go visit Alfred?” You suggested. It would be the first time you brought the kids out solo, but you knew going there would be the best first bet.

“Okay.” Beckett nodded. 

You got Charlotte and followed him to his room to help him get ready. "Want to wear that jacket Alfred got for you for your birthday?"

“Yeah.” You could tell he was a bit sad as he didn’t have as much enthusiasm as usual. 

Once you were all ready, you grabbed the diaper bag and got Charlotte into her car seat. “Alright, lets go.” You smiled. "Maybe after we can visit Daddy?" 

He gasped. “Pease!” He clapped, making you chuckle.

“We’ll try.” You promised and put the eager boy in the car. “I know how much you love your daddy.” You kissed his forehead.

[acewithapaintbrush]

I’d love to see your take on Bruno explaining to the kids that he’s perfectly content without a partner and kids of his own, maybe because they’re (lovingly) pestering him about it or trying to set him up.

(I sent this prompt to sokkas recently as well, but what can I say I’m greedy and curious to see two of my fave writers’ takes on the same prompt. As a treat.)

-gvr :D

Well @sokkas-first-fangirl already did an amazing job, I hope mine will keep up

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"Tonito. We need to talk." 

Antonio ducks his head. He knows that tone of voice from his Mama. She uses that one when he's done something he shouldn't have done. The 'you are not in trouble but you kinda are' tone. Cami taught him how to recognize it and what to do to get back out of trouble. 

He immediately presses his hands together, makes his eyes go big and round and purses his lips. Exactly like Camilo has taught him. 

"I love you, I'm sorry and I will never do it again." 

Tio Bruno stares down at him with a puzzled look on his face. For a second Antonio is scared that Cami's trick isn't working, but then Bruno's shoulders, which had been up to his ears with tension, loosen up and his lips pull into a reluctant smile. 

"Do you even know what it is you will never do again?" 

Antonio opens his mouth and pauses. "No." 

Tio Bruno finally laughs and Antonio's heart feels a little lighter. Something about his uncle being cross with him is even worse than when it is his Mama. Maybe because it's so difficult to make Bruno angry in the first place. He must have done something truly bad. 

Antonio fidgets with the edges of his vest and only stops when he feels a large, calloused hand gently card through his hair. 

"I'm not angry, Tonito." His uncle instinctively knows exactly what to say to make him feel better. Bruno always claims that he is not good with other people, but Antonio secretly thinks that other people are just not good with Tio Bruno. "I really just want to talk."

"Okay?"

Bruno sits down on the ground and gestures to Antonio to join him. He probably didn't expect the little boy to plop down on his lap, but doesn't push him off either. "You told me Senora Lorna wanted to speak to me. That she needed help with something." 

"Yes."

"But apparently, Senora Lorna didn't need help. She thought it was a…" He clears his throat. "She thought we would be going on a date."

"Did it work?" Antonio asks excitedly. "I read about it in a book. I sent you two on a cute visit." 

"Meet cute." Bruno corrects absent-mindedly. "And no, Tonito. We didn't go on a date." 

"But I thought you like her." 

"I do. As a friend." Bruno sighs and he is really serious all of a sudden. "Tonito, Senora Lorna was really embarrassed. And also a bit sad. It was not nice to lie to her like that." 

Antonio can feel himself tearing up. "I didn't mean to make her sad! I just wanted to help." 

Bruno pulls him closer. "I know. And she knows that too, don't worry. Just please don't do something like this again, okay?" 

"Okay." Antonio sniffles some more. He feels really bad, but he just wanted to make his uncle happy. "I just wanted to help you", he repeats. 

Bruno sighs again. Antonio can't see his face because he is still pressed against his chest, but it sounds kinda sad. "I know, amigo." 

The little boy pushes away so he can look up at his uncle. "Who do you like?" 

Bruno smirks and bops his nose. "I like you, you little troublemaker." 

Antonio giggles and squirms away. "No! Not like that. Who do you like like. Like Mama likes Papa."

"No one." 

"No one?" Antonio shouts. He thought everyone like liked someone. Even Isabela like likes that girl from the village even though she is always denying it and throwing cacti at Mirabel when her sister teases her about it. Mama told him he doesn't like like anyone yet cause he's still too young. "Are you still too young for that?" 

Bruno blinks a few times. He looks like he really needs to think about it. "That's a new one." he mutters under his breath. "I have never liked someone like your parents like each other. Pretty sure I never will." 

"But why?" 

Bruno shrugs. "There are many different kinds of people on this earth, buddy. Some want something like what your parents have, or something like Isa and her mystery girl. They want to get married and have a lot of children. And some don't want any of that at all. Like me."

"But aren't you lonely?" 

Bruno smiles softly and rests his head atop Antonio's. "Oh no. How could I ever be lonely with all of you around? I have everything I will ever need, Tonito. Don't worry about your old tio." 

Antonio kind of gets it. And if Tio Bruno says he's okay and happy, then Antonio will believe him. 

And anyway, this way he can have his Tio all to himself. That's so much better than a new Tia. 

"I'll draw a picture for Senora Lorna. As an apology."

"That's a great idea!" 

"Will you help me?" 

Cami has said that you can also use the big eyes and pouty lips for situations like this. It seems to be working, because Bruno laughs and ruffles his hair. 

"Of course!"