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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 1 year ago

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Either/Or

Hi! If you're not taking requests right now please ignore this, but I had an idea for a Sanders Sides fanfic. In a human au where Roman and Remus are twins and single parents, one family is visiting the other. However, Roman, dad of Patton and Logan, and Remus, dad of Janus and Virgil, have very different parenting styles. They spend the trip passive-aggressively competing to see who's the better parent. Love your writing :D – anon

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Warnings: bad parenting, they try and compete and the kids aren't having it

Pairings: none

Word Count: 1609

Janus loves Uncle Roman, but he wishes he wasn't here with Patton and Logan. 'Cause whenever he and Papa are in the same room with all the kids, they start competing with each other.

Patton loves going to visit his cousins!

Uncle Remus's house is so different from theirs, it's all cool artwork and big cozy beanbags, and Uncle Remus is so much fun! He takes them on trips to amusement parks and these really weird museums that Patton's never heard of before and they get to have all the junk food they want!

"Eating's important," Uncle Remus said one time when he was wondering whether it was okay to have a cookie before dinner, "the cookie you do eat is gonna be better for you than the vegetables you don't."

He runs from the car almost before Dad's parked it. Virgil's already outside and they run into each other in a big hug.

"You made it!"

"Of course we made it!"

"I missed you," Virgil mumbles, too quiet for anyone else to hear 'cause Virgil's kind of shy like that.

"I missed you too," Patton whispers back as Logan gets out of the car next.

"Logan," he hears Janus call, "put a leash on your brother!"

"After you," Logan says back, ruffling Virgil's hair as he walks by, "hi, Uncle Remus."

"Hey, Lolo! You look great. C'mon," he calls, raising his voice, "pizza and ice cream inside!"

"Really?" Patton peers over Virgil's shoulder. "Dad never lets us have both!"

Uncle Remus grins wider. "Well, it's my house, and I say if I get back there first, I'm eating all of it!"

They run shrieking inside.

Virgil stumbles downstairs, still rubbing his eyes. He must be really sleepy, 'cause he thinks he can smell pancakes.

"Morning, sleepyhead," Uncle Roman says, or at least he thinks he does, "come sit down before you fall over."

He mumbles something that could be 'good morning' back, grabbing onto one of the stools and sitting down. "Why's it smell like pancakes?"

"Probably 'cause I'm making them."

That wakes Virgil up right away, his eyes opening wide as he sits up. Uncle Roman waves at him with a spatula, an apron around his waist. He flips a pancake in the pan and it smells really, really good.

"Papa never makes pancakes."

"Well, that's because your papa is a disaster in the kitchen," Uncle Roman chuckles, tapping the edges of the pancake with the spatula, "and I have several burns to prove it."

"Wait, what did he do?"

Then his cousins show up and Uncle Roman makes pancakes for them too, and bacon, and real maple syrup! Not the cheap kind from the grocery store, real actual maple syrup!

Papa stumbles downstairs after a while to see them all eating pancakes and he squints at the way they all start laughing.

"What're you telling my kids, Ro?"

"Only the truth, Re, only the truth."

Logan likes visiting Uncle Remus, really, he does, but sometimes…

Sometimes it's weird.

Like now. They're watching a movie, just the four of them; Patton and Virgil had bedtime about an hour ago and so it's him, Janus, and Uncle Remus and Dad on the couch, watching something. Honestly, Logan's not really paying that much attention because he's too busy trying to figure out what the grown-ups are doing.

They keep making these little comments, about him and Janus, about Patton and Virgil, but not in that way where parents compete over whose kids are better. They keep saying things like how they're so proud of them for doing something, or how happy they were that they felt they could talk to them about stuff, or even what they've been doing at school, like looking out for the other kids or standing up to the teachers when they're doing something wrong.

He sneaks a look at Janus every now and then to confirm that he's hearing the same thing.

He is.

It's…it's not bad, because he can tell that both of them are genuinely really proud of their kids, and they're not trying to say the other one shouldn't be, but still.

It's weird.

Janus loves Uncle Roman, but he wishes he wasn't here with Patton and Logan.

'Cause whenever he and Papa are in the same room with all the kids, they start competing with each other.

Not like an obvious competition, not to anyone other than him, of course, but he knows what passive-aggressive comments sound like and it's certainly what they're doing.

"Oh, I was so proud when I heard about Logan sticking up for his classmate," Uncle Roman is saying, "the teacher said he'd never thought about what he was doing before and that I should be impressed by what a teenager Logan was becoming."

"That sounds like what Janus's teacher said about him last week." Papa chuckles. "Never thought I'd see the day where students actually managed to get some reform in their school for the better, and who was at the front? My little man."

"You know, Patton's teacher said that too. Apparently, he's like the classroom leader. All the other kids want to be his friend and he makes sure that everyone can play the games with their comfort levels."

"Virgil does that too. He has a box of fidget toys in his cubby that he lets the other kids fiddle with when they need to focus."

Janus slumps down into the couch, trying to disappear into the cushions. Logan's doing the same thing on the other side of Uncle Roman. They exchange a look.

"Dad?"

"Yes, baby?"

"Can we turn it up a little bit?"

"Of course, honey."

Thank god.

"Um, hey guys?"

Logan and Janus look up from their phones. Patton and Virgil stand at the entrance to the den, clutching each other's hands. Sugar, Patton's emotional support stuffie, swings from his other fist and Virgil's got his hand shoved deep into the pocket of his hoodie.

"What's going on," Logan asks, turning his phone off and holding out an arm, "what's the matter?"

"Come on," Janus calls too, opening his arms and sprawling over the beanbag, "sad little ones need cuddles."

"We're not sad," Patton mumbles, even as he crawls onto the beanbag for Janus cuddles, "we're—we're—"

"Worried," Virgil says.

Logan takes Virgil into the crook of his arm, letting him rest his head on his shoulder. He runs his fingers through Virgil's hair. "What are you worried about, little one?"

"Is Uncle Roman mad at Papa?"

Logan frowns, as does Janus. "I don't think so, Virgil, why do you ask?"

"They keep acting like it," Patton says, burrowing into Janus's embrace, "they keep—they keep saying things that make it sound like they're mad but then they don't look like they're mad. They keep talking about us too, are they mad at us?"

"No, sweetie," Janus murmurs, kissing his forehead and glancing at Logan, "they're not mad at us. They're…"

"They're being immature," Logan sighs, "that's what they're doing."

"But they're grown-ups."

"This may come as a shock to you," Janus says in a way where he knows it probably won't, "but grown-ups can be immature too."

"That's stupid."

"Yes, you'd think they'd know better."

"Dad has us apologize when we're immature," Patton says, "do you think they'd apologize to us?"

"Who's apologizing for what?"

+1.

The little ones shrink into their older cousins' arms as Roman and Remus appear at the door. They notice immediately, of course, and part of them instinctively gentles at the sight of distress. Remus glances at Janus just as Roman looks to Logan.

Logan sighs. "You two are apologizing. To all of us."

"And to each other," Janus adds.

Roman blinks. "We are?"

"What did we do?"

"You've been competing this whole weekend," Janus says, huddling protectively around the little Patton bundle in his lap, "and the little ones are noticing."

"You keep trying to one-up each other and it's not cool." Logan lets Virgil squirm his head under his chin. "They came to get us 'cause they thought you were mad at each other or at us."

"Oh, little anomalies," Remus sighs, "we're not mad."

"We know that," Janus mutters, gesturing between himself and Logan, "but they don't."

"It needs to stop." Logan doesn't quite scowl at Roman, but it's close. "We love each other. You don't need to try and prove it. You're freaking us all out. We're not props to show who's better at what."

"You're supposed to be brothers." Janus nods pointedly to how he and Logan are comforting their cousins. "So be brothers."

The two of them look at the picture in the den for a moment. Then they turn to each other.

"You raised some great kids, Re," Roman murmurs, reaching out to clap Remus's shoulder.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. So did you."

"Thanks."

"Alright, you little monsters," Remus declares, sitting in the middle of the floor, "get in here for apology cuddles."

"I'm here, I'm here," Roman says as the little gremlins start clamoring for both sets of cuddles, "c'mere—that's it. Hey there, bud."

Kisses press to foreheads, hugs and apologies alike as the six of them snuggle on the floor. Someone puts a movie on the screen and one by one, the children doze off. Over their sleeping heads, Roman and Remus exchange a smile.

What's better than this?

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her-untoldstories · 5 months ago

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Caleb, my precious boy, as I think about all the memories we've made, my heart fills with warmth and a little bit of sadness, knowing how much I will miss each one of them.

I will miss those mornings when you would wake up with a smile, your tiny hands reaching out for me, ready to start a new day of adventures. I’ll miss the way we would spend our time, discovering the world together—every little thing was so new to you, and seeing it through your eyes made everything feel magical again.

I’ll miss the first steps you took, how wobbly they were, and how you looked up at me with such pride when you realized you could do it. I remember the joy on your face when you said your first word, and how we both laughed and celebrated every little victory. I’ll miss the way you always ran to me for a hug after a tough moment, finding comfort in my arms, just as much as I found comfort in yours.

I’ll miss the stories we would read together, your wide-eyed curiosity as you listened to each tale, and the endless questions you had, because you always wanted to learn more. Every lesson we learned together, whether it was about sharing, kindness, or simply how to put your shoes, was a journey we walked side by side.

And oh, how I will miss our "firsts"—the first time you rode a bike, the first time you braved the water at the river, the first time you slept through the night in Lolo's house. Each first was a milestone, not just for you but for both of us. We grew together, you and I, in those moments.

Our journeys together—whether it was a simple walk to the park, a trip to the grocery store, or just watching the rain fall outside—are what I will hold closest to my heart. Those quiet moments of just being with you, laughing at the silliest things, or sitting together in silence, were some of the most precious.

I’ll miss your gentle voice calling "Mama" and your laughter filling the room. I’ll miss the way you would wrap your little arms around me, and the way you would look at me with love and trust, as if I was your whole world. You, Caleb, have always been mine.

Even though I won’t be there to see the new memories you make, please know that I will carry each one of ours with me always. Every moment, every journey, every first—it will all stay with me forever.

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pesterloglog · 1 year ago

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Roxy Lalonde, Jane Crocker

Act 6, page 4571

tipsyGnostalgic [TG] began pestering gutsyGumshoe [GG]

TG: ALART ALART ARLART AL*ERT AL*ART!!!!!

TG: hugely important cornespondence

TG: paging doctor crocker

TG: rolal to docrock

GG: :?

TG: heh heh

TG: paging

TG: bet you would like to get PAGED huh jane

TG: *sweet innuendo

GG: I'm not sure that qualifies as innuendo at all.

TG: wonkwonkwonkwonkwonk

GG: I honestly think you misspell things intentionally more often than not, regardless of blood alcohol content.

GG: You just typed wonk five times in a row!

TG: i have only junst begun to wonk

GG: What is this urgent thing about, anyway?

GG: Is it about your boobytrap?

GG: Because you're too late. It already blew up my whole bedroom, thank you very much.

TG: no no

TG: i mean i still feel shitty about that but its not abiout that

TG: i know you already ran it i been talking to the shades

GG: Yes, me too. Right now in fact, and I'm in a bit of a hurry!

GG: What is this about? What are you even doing?

TG: im in the lab doing a thing with my cat

TG: but that doesnt matter i was doing some thingkin and was still feeling guilty about fuckin up ur computer and all of the sudden im in bff~ath mode here

TG: so i gotta tell you something u need to know before its too late

GG: Before what's too late?

TG: you and jake hookin up stupid!

GG: Oh my god.

TG: this is about turnin all your steamydreamz in to STEAMAY REALTITIES

TG: ***realities lolo

GG: This isn't happening now...

TG: whereins jc + je kiss & hug loads and start turnin out big heaps of wrigglers the old fashioned way<3<3,3,3<338O!!!!

TG: i cant decide whether this mental image porcolating here is hot as shit or cute as fuck......

GG: No! Cease your lascivious porcolating at once!

GG: Roxy, I can see you're set on just wasting more of my time.

GG: I understand if you don't wish to play this game, but please try not to interfere with those of us who do!

TG: no no im fine with playing just shut up

TG: this is serious you need to tell him how u feel VERY SOON

TG: or you might miss your chance

GG: My chance?

GG: What are you talking about?

TG: i found out today taht dirks gonna make a move

GG: A move? You mean, a romantic one?

TG: yes

GG: On you?

TG: omfffgggggg

TG: JANE GET A CLUE

GG: Um.

GG: On me?

TG: no

TG: no my dear sweet janey not on you

TG: ON JAKE!!!

GG: Oh.

GG: Ohhh.

GG: I didn't think...

GG: That...

GG: Hrm.

GG: Are you sure?

TG: p sure ask glasses if u want

GG: Well then.

GG: This is quite a development.

GG: Poor Dirk!

TG: what do you mean

GG: Well, surely when he reveals his feelings, Jake will...

TG: ??

GG: I mean...

GG: He couldn't possibly...

TG: wut

TG: repriprocate?

GG: Yes?

TG: why not

GG: Because Jake is not a homosexual!

TG: mm hm

TG: are u suuuuuure???

GG: Are you saying he is?

TG: nope

GG: Then what are you saying?

TG: im saying that

TG: i dont fuckin know

GG: But...

GG: I thought it reasonable to presume he takes a shining to ladies.

GG: He does speak fondly of certain females from his favorite films, does he not?

TG: true that

TG: but

TG: how much does that really mean here jane

TG: can you be totes sure on account a some dorky moive crushes

GG: Well, now I just don't know. You have me completely bamboozled about this.

GG: What do you think?

TG: all im saying is

TG: my gaydar is like the exanct fuckin poposite of urs

TG: which is to say it is better than completety nonexistant

TG: mine is so sensitive it has been used to sweep the ocean floor for mythical sea monsters

TG: turns out

TG: all of those monsters are SO gay

TG: truth B)

GG: Okay. Then what does your acute seabeast scanner make of Jake, then?

TG: thats what im sayin

TG: i really have no idea

TG: kid is a goggamn egnigma

TG: hes as hard 2 read as fine print

TG: and how i do mean FIIINE ;)

GG: Oh brother.

GG: Then, your guess is as good as mine?

GG: I'm not sure what I'm supposed to conclude from this.

TG: youre supposed to concluce

TG: that you SAID you were going to believe anything i said today remember??

GG: Yes.

GG: But you just said you don't know!!!

TG: exactly

TG: therefore you must believe me when i say

TG: if dirk lets on all his feelins there is at least a CHANCE jake will go like DERP OK DUDE LETS MAKE OUT

TG: and that means poor jane is screwed without ever even throwing her filthy old fedora in the ring

TG: it is a ring i lke ot call TEH ENGLISH SPEEPSTAKES

TG: and if u dont youll regret it

TG: and i mean

TG: OFFICIALLY?

TG: i cant have a horse in the race

TG: wait bad metaphor ebcause of dirk and his fucking horstes n/m

TG: like you are both my friends and im not out to mess him up or anything

TG: but i kinda owe it to you as my friend to let you know whats up

TG: and also to get you to stop being such a WORLD CHAMPIAN TIGHTASS

TG: and let jake know

GG: Oh, not this tightass baloney again.

TG: jane

GG: What?

TG: jaane..

GG: ...

TG: jc your are the tightassiest tightass who ever tightened up an ass

GG: No way!

GG: We settled this, remember?

GG: My prior resolution made it definitive; I was to be regarded as exceedingly permissive in certain respects!

TG: jane i am afraid

TG: that ur bottom

TG: is a stubborn clam

TG: guarding priceless treasure

TG: and a deadly secret

GG: So ridiculous. >:P

TG: im not saying be an idiot and start gushing at him incoherentry

TG: but do SOMETHING

TG: say how u feel

TG: or flirst a bit or ask him out on a date inside the fuckin game or such

TG: goddamn ANYTHING other that a bunch of bullshitty pining and tightassy NOTHING

TG: you have to do what i say u promised

GG: I promised to BELIEVE what you say, not DO it!

TG: those 2 things are

TG: prespicely the same shit

GG: If I agree to say something, will you stop tormenting me about it??

TG: yes

TG: but only

TG: because that will be impossible for me to do

TG: when u + him r snoggin hard in motherfuckin makeout paradise

TG: A K A SEX LAND

GG: Fine.

GG: But let the record show that this resolution has almost nothing whatsoever to do with your use of the phrase "SEX LAND."

GG: Just...

GG: I need to think of what to say, and wait for the right moment. Is that ok???

TG: sure

TG: just dont wait too long

TG: and dont underestimate striders wiles

TG: nor jakes...

TG: lets say

TG: open mindedness???????

GG: Well,

GG: He does often profess his love for adventure, I suppose.

TG: yuuup................

GG: Omg.

GG: I really don't have a moment to spare, do I?

TG: ur finally gettin it

TG: now go

TG: and jane im warning u

TG: if you dont say somethin to him

TG: i am personally entering the game specivically to FUCK UR SHIT UP

TG: *LOLLIES OUTIE*

tipsyGnostalgic [TG] ceased pestering gutsyGumshoe [GG]

#homestuck #roxy lalonde #jane crocker #homestuck act 6 #page 4571 #homestuck act 6 act 2

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moonrisecalamityretreat · 2 years ago

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You're the Person That I Need | The Shepherd | Trial 6.2 | Re: Mikazuki, Loic

Jinpachi pouts at Mikazuki and sticks his tongue out at them.

"Bleeeeeh!"

It was such an immature gesture to make in the face of the hellhound that was Mikazuki. They had bored him already so he stands up and rolls his eyes. His voice raises in pitch with a carefree attitude to it.

"I like don't think that I'm really like looking to be executed or anything but like. That's totally the way these things go right? You all like reach the end and then you get to execute the big baddie and like go on living happy ever after! We like can't mess up that formula can we? Do you like really think that you can live happy ever after though, because like...teehee~"

He doesn't elaborate on his teehee before moving on to the rest of Mikazuki's comments. He can't just say everything now can he? Or maybe he was just trying to make them question their resolve. No one could say what was going through his mind.

"Like just the same! Ding ding ding!! Miki-chan like totally got it! Those families like the Otsuka's and Idane's all should rot! Do you like not agree with that, Miki-chan~"

That fun demeanor drops...the sinister shift occurs.

"Hehehehe, isn't that just grand? To be hated by my most precious people...to be hated by Juzo-niichan! Hated so much that he wanted me dead ahahahahaha!!"

Jinpachi wraps his arms around himself, hugging himself tight as he keeps his laugh going and bending his back at such an unnatural angle. His body shoots back up and his evil has transformed to that sad look.

"How awful that Juzo-niichan hated me...after doing everything for him...he just could never...he could never wake up...It's so sad it like fills me with the greatest despair...like a super despair...a super super super super super super super super ultra amount of despair..."

He can't meet eyes with Mikazuki, instead choosing to look down to the side while he strokes his hair to comfort and calm himself. Or at least that's what it would be he guesses.

"Indoctrinate you all...yeah...that'd be right...but there was the one I wanted to be by my side...more than any of you..."

He lifts his gaze, sad eyes turning their way towards Loic. He shows him an expression that looks exhausted, like he hasn't slept in days...a stare that communicated that Jinpachi felt completely dead on the inside.

It shifts, now looking more intense and throwing his arms forward to get himself cackling at Loic.

"Don't think I will shit for brains! I'll talk about my blessed as much as I damn well please! Yvette-san was always a fun one back in the day. Always have the time of her life flirting with all the guards to get her way was hilarious! Being as damn beautiful as she was too! Ahahaha!! Damn, that shit was so fun to watch! That was freedom, bitch!"

Laughs continue to bubble up through him, he can't stop his laughter, everything to him was absolutely hilarious...so hilariously sad. So hilariously sad that he goes right back to stroking his hair for comfort.

"...That's so sweet...that's supposed to be sweet right, Loic-san? Sure treatment...can maybe work but...what more is there Loic-san? ...Smiling...talking to people...and...? And...? And...? And...despite it he still took a meat mallet to someone's head...No matter what you do...no matter what you say...Those of us...that feel this despair...will always pave the way to our own destruction...Look at the blessed...Only three of them remain...and even those two over there...sought out ruination..."

He thinks this speaks for itself...His deep belief...he cackles and shifts to the cutesy persona...

"Don't you see Lolo-chan!? Even if you cure da AEDS! The behavior is wike so ingrained in who we are! No matter what you do fow them, they are awways going to be seeking out despair!! They are awways going to find their way back to death!! Whether thwough kiwwing or reckwess behavior!! They are aww gonna succumb sooner or wahter!!"

That was Jinpachi's honest belief...That there was no actual cure for AEDS...even if it was cured, its existence will always have a shackle on the subconscious. Jinpachi finds his beliefs validated by his game...No matter what they do...no matter how hard they struggle. AEDS will lead all to damnation.....

"So why not have the time of your whife with it!?"

He does a little dance of joy and excitement back and forth as he shares his philosophy with the group. He keeps the dance going for a moment before stopping and taking on the clinical approach.

"Losing control is a blessing in itself. You see, AEDS developed for a reason and it's hard to cure for a reason. AEDS is the next stage of human behavior even though it continues to be stifled because society finds the anti-social behavior associated with it to be undesirable. It leads to untold amounts of chaos and destruction. But that is what makes it so enticing and why it must be embraced by the world. Are you not tired of the ways you have all been shackled down by the chains of expectation? Whether it be by obligation or force. All of you have found yourselves victims to the machinations of the world have you not? Do you enjoy living like this when you do not have to? Letting yourself be free and taking despair unto yourself, you free yourself from any expectations. You can do anything you can think of, you can do whatever your heart desires. That is what true freedom is, that is what you will find in the chaos."

His laughter is something soft...befitting the to the point personality this one is. Though he drops it for something that was more natural, though...saying anything is natural for Jinpachi is always a stretch.

"That's why I did this for Juzo-niichan. No one can understand his despair the way that I can. No one can understand my love for my other hald...a love that could tear the entire world apart for him! That would uproot the entire structure of the world! Always, always, always!! Juzo-niichan and I were held to the impossible standards!! I reached them without flaw!! But Juzo-niichan never could!! Ahahahaha!! He was stolen away from me by them!! He was made to suffer far from me because of this world of talent and expectation!! Then I learned it...I saw the world tear itself apart and I fell in love with people doing whatever they pleased!! When it came back together I was thrown right back into my cage!! So I'd change it!! I'd change it for good for Juzo-niichan!! I'd want him to embrace the wonders of despair so he could know what being unshackled from the exceptions placed on him felt like!! Just like the world of ten years ago!! Everything I do is for his despair! To open his mind to the world of despair!! He was always so resistant to it all even to the end! That hopeful disgusting little brother...ahahahahahaha!! I wanted this game to show him...I wanted to bring back the world of the past to show him that there was no escape from eternally encroaching despair!!"

Madness overtakes Jinpachi...his tears run down his face, mixing with the golden tears that were painted upon his cheeks. He tries to calm himself, bringing his hands back down.

This was Jinpachi's true love. This entire game, everything of it was built on the back of their childhood. Since the day Jinpachi and Juzo were born into this world, their fates were sealed into this ending. Maybe it could've ended up with different people standing here with the...maybe the setting would be different. But no matter what, Jinpachi would be here and Juzo would be here...and their ultimate fates were going to be nothing but despair.

Jinpachi and Juzo...the perfect child and the failure. Jinpachi never saw him as a failure though...Juzo was his precious younger brother...Juzo always protected him even though he was the younger one. Jinpachi as a kid never had the confidence that Juzo did. He was scared of heights and scared of bugs. Juzo always held his hand to tell him it would be okay when faced with their greatest fears. Truly, the two were two halves of a whole...the only two that could lift the other from anything...the only two who could truly understand the depths of the others heart.

Ever since Juzo reunited with his twin, he wanted to go back to those days...no matter how far gone he saw that Jinpachi was. Juzo could never give up the hope that he could have those carefree and fun days with him back. Even in his final moments he pleaded to be happy with Jinpachi again. Juzo wanted nothing more than his brother back...Juzo loved him more than anyone else in the whole world...he may have wanted him dead...but it wasn't ever Jinpachi that he wanted dead. He wanted The Shepherd dead. The distorted beast that simply bared the face of his brother.

Maybe...if they hadn't been separated from each other as kids, Juzo could've held Jinpachi back from becoming this. If they were able to stay together then maybe they could've...been happy.

That was all Juzo wanted...He wanted a miracle...but you can't change the past. You can only trudge forward with the most fragile of hopes...If Juzo ever lost that then he would've been what Jinpachi wanted, but he would never...

Juzo never was going to lose hope in his brother...even as the knife came down and pierced his chest...Juzo hoped for a miracle...he died with hope for Jinpachi in his heart that was broken...

Jinpachi chuckles...he laughs at his own feelings and his tears. He laughs at his own despair.

The despair rooted in the belief that twins should always have each other at their side.

"We would tackle this world together...we were going to destroy this world together!! He and I...just like we promised as kids! If he would accept it...if he would've accepted my love then we could've done it. Hehehehehehe! But instead...he chose a different kind of despair for himself...and he chose to inflict the worst kind upon me."

And as expected of him, he loses all of his emotion in one fell swoop. A yawn overtakes him to express that after his outburst he was already getting bored again.

#ch6 #jinpachi

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a-glen-cherry · 2 years ago

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THE REMEDY FAMILY..... can u spot the lore????

**BOOM**

I heard a-- gunshot. There isn't time to worry about myself-- I have to...

_"WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU WOMAN!? SET THAT DOWN!"_ Dad shouted with fear and anger and his voice. "You shouldn't have ----" Mum began to say but.

That's too quiet for me to hear. I have to get up. I can't hide behind this wall forever I have to get to Mitch and Lolo. I have to stop huffing. Dad will be fine. They have fought before this isn't the first time. Just the first time Mom has ever taken out her... Gun? Why am I struggling to get off this border? It feels like this glue on my back gluing me to the wall. I have to try to sag my body off the wall.

_"YOU DON'T LOVE ME JUST STOP! THE KIDS THE KIDS!? DO YOU HEAR ME!?"_ Dad Yells again.

I'm here. I clearly remember how but I'm here. At my brother's room door. My hand seemingly reaches out by itself. I open the door without trying to be careful. Now I just shouldn't close it--

_**-----------**_

They're still yelling. _"Mitch wake up... Please"_ I feel like I'm shaking. But why? It's not that serious. What's wrong with me? _"Lala?"_ He is awake! But he sounds sleepy and tired. His long hair is everywhere. _"We have to go somewhere else it'll be fun! Pack a bag with your favorite things!"_ The look on his face is sleepy, tired, and confused. I can relate to all of these emotions.

He moves his body to sit up. Once he gets up he brushes his hair out of his face. Then looks up at me and nods quietly. I'm glad he didn't ask why.

He starts to get up. Wait. _"Pack Lolo a bag too ok?..."_ _"Ok Lala."_ He walks to the crib in the corner of this room. That's where Lolo is. I just watch as he puts his arms in the crib and picks her up. She's sleeping like he once was.

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_**"------------!?"**_ _**"---------!?"**_

Lala sits by Mitch's crib sniffling and weeping. _' THERE ALWAYS FIGHTING!'_ Lala thought while grinding her teeth together. All she wanted was a hug. She sat there for a while. Then looked to the side of herself to the crib next to her. That was somebody she could hug. She puts her **arms in the crib and picks** him **up**.

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#ocs stuff #oc family #my story #oc lore #long post #long reads

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avenirdelight · 3 years ago

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in my head i’m in this sonny-lolo-cuti hug

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#i don’t know how many times i’ve watched this in the past 2 days #this is the best video ever #conte happily hugging his kids? yes please #huggiessss<3 #i love them🤍#i want a lolo hug please…#sonny x lolo x cuti #son heung min #cristian romero #rodrigo bentancur #video #premier league 21/22 #mcitot

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princekirijo · 4 years ago

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Today is actually my 18th birthday and I decided to cancel the dinner yesterday and now my mom and sister are angry at me and calling me a liar for not telling them. I'm the youngest and scared of them when they're angry, so can someone send me positive messages for my birthday?

Yeah absolutely. Happy birthday and I'm sorry to hear that the day started off rough but I hope the rest of it gets better! Thanks for all the stuff you tag me in it's really nice to see. Hope you get some nice gifts and I'm sending you hugs or if you're not keen on hugs then a nice high five 🥰

#asks #nerd-z-lolo #i hope you're ok with me posting this but if anyone wants to send a nice birthday message please do #and i hope your day gets better im really sorry to hear that :(#sending you hugs and platonic kissies <3 #and if not then a good high five and some cake 🎂

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carlosfruitsnacks · 3 years ago

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"the manliligaw" - part 3

PART 1 || PART 2 || PART 3 || PART 4 || PART 2

summary:

— your grandparents gave you a visit to Encanto and found out about your two suitors. Camilo and Carlos discover a new idea to court you with through the help of your grandmother; sending love letters.

genre:

— modern au, fluff & humor

notes:

— female and Filipina reader. I do not speak fluent Spanish and all of the Spanish here is translated from google, feel free to correct me if I got something wrong though I will refrain from using too much Spanish. Although I am very fluent in Tagalog so there would be Tagalog dialogs here and there I’ll try to provide some translations for them

warning/s:

— none

a/n:

— finally part 3! just 2 more chapters and i'm done with this series lmao

It was early in the morning when you were awakened by the voices downstairs. You yawned and rubbed your eyes, you pulled the covers off of you and decided to check why there was such a ruckus at this early time. As you went down the stairs, you were greeted with the sound of gasps.

"[Name]! Apo!"

"Wha-lola?! Lolo?!"

"Yes, it's us your grandparents!"

Surprise fills in you as you went to greet your grandparents with a hug. Wow, you never thought you'd miss them this much! Considering they lived farther away, back to your old town in the Philippines. Your grandma smiles warmly at you as your grandpa ruffles your hair. They came with lots of pasalubong, your eyes twinkled with delight.

"What are you guys doing here?"

"We just wanted to visit you! We missed you so much, apo!"

Your grandmother says and strokes you lovingly on the cheek. Your parents walked in and puts some breakfast on the table. You found out that they're going to stay here in Encanto for a week. You were happy to see your relatives, especially your grandparents because they loved to spoil the hell out of you since you were little.

"Say [Name], I heard from your parents that you were getting courted by two boys?"

You choke on your food and coughed profusely. You almost sent a glare to your mother and father, your grandma had a curious look on her features but your grandpa frowns.

"Aba, who are these two boys trying to steal our [Name] away?!"

Your grandfather demanded, you knew he was the overprotective type and he wasn't too fond of finding out you have suitors, unlike your grandmother.

"It's nothing, lolo"

"Anong nothing?!"

"Darling, can you please stop screaming at our apo?"

Your grandma tells her husband, the old man huffs and crossed his arms. You wanted to hide away from your grandma's prying eyes. It was already embarrassing that your parents and siblings know that there are two guys always on each other's throats, trying to win your heart.

"My, when I was your age, I had a lot of suitors but my heart decided to choose your lolo"

"Of course you did! Ako ang pinaka-gwapo na lalaki sa ating bayan!"

You and your grandmother rolled your eyes in unison at your grandfather. For the rest of the breakfast, your grandparents keep asking you questions about your two suitors as you try to not cringe while answering them. Before afternoon arrives, those eager knocks on the door have echoed through the house like clockwork.

Camilo and Carlos were just as excited to see you as they always do. However, their excitement washes away when a grumpy old man answers the door.

"Wala si [Name] dito, umuwi na kayo!"

The man shouted at them in Tagalog. The twins shared an offended and confused look, but before they could come up with a reply they hear quick footsteps. You make an appearance with flushed cheeks.

"Lolo, don't be rude to them!"

"Oh, so these are the two suitors your parents are talking about!"

"They're here?!"

Your grandmother pipes in and you held back a groan. The old woman rushes to the door and smiles at Camilo and Carlos, your grandpa puts his hands on his hips with a scowl on his face.

"Come in! Come in! I'm [Name]'s grandma! This grumpy old man is her grandpa"

You watched in defeat as the old woman hurriedly ushers the twins inside. She serves them with cool drinks and snacks as you and your grandfather stood there awkwardly. Camilo was pleasantly surprised by your grandmother's hospitality while Carlos is confused into why your grandfather was glaring daggers at him.

"How long have you two been courting my granddaughter?"

"For a few months, señora"

"Months? And [Name] hasn't said yes to one of you yet?"

"Nope"

Camilo replied and casts you a glance. You were standing timidly and avoiding their gazes. You weren't prepared to introduce the two to the rest of your relatives because you thought it was unnecessary. You couldn't explain why exactly are you embarrassed about Camilo and Carlos meeting your grandparents. You thought it was too intimate.

"Darling, stop glaring at him"

"But he's glaring back at me!"

"Ay dios ko"

Your grandmother shook her head at her husband who was apparently engaging in an intense glaring contest with Carlos. You wanted to leave the room and fortunately for you, your mother calls for your name. You showed an awkward smile and left with an excuse to do chores.

"So, why did you two decide to court my granddaughter in the first place?"

Camilo and Carlos shared a smile and both started acting sheepishly. They could go on for hours unto why they decided to court you. In their eyes, you were the girl of their dreams. Everything you do has them bending their neck to look in your way and driving them to the edge.

"She's the only one who makes me feel like I'm in heaven"

"She's the only one I'm willing to walk through hell for"

The twins replied at the same time. They both looked at each other and exchanged scowls. Your grandmother lets out a dreamy sigh as your grandfather scoffs silently. But both of your grandparents collectively agreed that they were being genuinely in love with you.

"Why aren't you two romantic!"

"We're quite uh...dedicated to winning [Name]'s heart"

"Hell yeah, you two are! Lola, they literally bent backward to get [Name]'s attention"

One of your siblings butts in as your grandparents look at them with interest. The rest of your siblings walked in and nodded their heads in agreement.

"Lola, they serenaded [Name] in Tagalog!"

"They recited a Tagalog poem for her!"

"And they give her gifts and stuff, sana all diba!"

Each of your siblings said. Your grandma was surprised by what she has heard as she turns to Camilo and Carlos to give them an impressed look.

"Well, it sounds like you two have tried everything"

"But she hasn't picked from one of you yet"

Your grandpa lets out a snicker as he joked. That was a fact, you weren't even giving hints on which one of them you liked more. Camilo frowned at this and Carlos slumped in his seat. Your grandmother noticed their downcast mood and chooses to help.

"You know back in the day, my husband would send me love letters every day, telling me how much he loves me. Right, darling?"

"Huh? Ano-uh...yes"

"I think one of the ways to win a girl's heart is by telling her why you love her. Words are powerful after all"

The old woman suggests. This makes both Camilo's and Carlos' eyes light up with hope. Perhaps sending you a love letter would be a tie-breaker for them, it wouldn't hurt to try, would it? The twins give each other a challenging smile and nodded. Hidden in plain sight, you listened intently to the entire conversation. Oh, you're going to get into a ride.

The Madrigal twins stayed up the whole night to write you the perfect love letter. They needed to express how they feel about you and they weren't going to take your grandmother's advice for granted. As they signed their letter and sealed it carefully in an envelope, Camilo and Carlos slept soundly.

As morning arrives, the twins happened to be too busy to personally give you their love letters so they requested Mirabel to do it for them. You were peacefully sipping coffee when you received a knock on the door. Camilo and Carlos' cousin, Mirabel, wordlessly hands you two envelopes and leaves. You raised a brow and glanced at them, they were from the twins.

You head to the table to open one of the letters, it was Camilo's. With care, you opened the envelope and looked at the paper filled with messy but readable handwriting.

Dear [Name],

The first moment I saw you it felt like Carlos punched me in the gut, but it was a good kind of punch. The first time I got to know about you, I knew I had to win you before my stupid twin brother gets to you. Seeing your laugh, your smile, and your eyes on mine felt like I was melting inside. Shit, cupid has me in a chokehold.

I adore you so much because you're the most genuine person I know. You're the only one who's ever appreciated me for being...me. Girl, you make me feel these type of things that makes life worth living. You make me do things I didn't know I was capable of. I'll act like a fool if it means it'll make you smile. I'll step to a dude much bigger than me. For you, I'll get beat to smithereens.

Baby, I wish to be yours, until the stars fall from the sky, 'til the rivers, all run dry. Until the sun no longer shines, and the poets run out of rhyme. [Name], I want to be yours until the mountain crumbles to the sea until two and two is three. Just please say the word, I'll be there for you until I die, until the end of time or eternity. I hope you get what I feel and I hope it makes you swoon or scream against your pillow. Also, I bet Carlos' love letter is filled with stupid song lyrics from his favorite songs, I suggest you should throw it away if you don't wanna waste your time :)

Yours truly,

Camilo Madrigal

You blinked once, then again, and again. It took a while for you to process every single word Camilo has written for you. You couldn't stop your face from heating up as you screamed silently against your hands. You can see Camilo's handwriting, the way he's professing his love on paper, you can see it when you close your eyes. You don't want to admit that it's making your heart do summersaults inside your ribcage. Eventually, you calmed down and decided to open Carlos' letter next. You read the small but eligible penmanship.

[Name],

Sometimes you gotta bleed to know that you're alive and have a soul, but it takes someone to come around to show you how. And that's you. [Name] you're the tear in my heart that makes me feel alive. You make me feel these...emotions, it's not easy to express them but there's nothing I won't try for you.

Your face is all I need to stay sane, you're always on my mind and even though there are things that I say that hurt you sometimes, you still understood me and it's making me fall so fucking hard for you. I'm telling you, you're all I need. I promise you, you're all I see. You can drag me through hell if it meant I can hold your hand. I will follow you because I'm under your spell.

Dios, you're so pretty too. You have no filter when it comes to things and I'm down bad for it. Whenever I go, you show up in my head. When you open your mouth I get hypnotized. You're the only one who makes me feel this way, you're the only exception. I hope you understand what the hell I'm saying. [Name] I wanna be yours so bad and I bet Camilo has the shittiest love letter filled with cheesy jokes. If I were you, I would burn his letter.

Sincerely,

Carlos Madrigal

That's it. You slam your hand against the table and lie your head down, you let out a muffled scream as your face felt hotter than the sun. Carlos' way of words had you feeling various kinds of emotions that words can't describe.

You were conflicted if you should be mad or thankful to your grandmother for suggesting the two send you to love letters. This was dangerous, you're walking in forbidden territory, one wrong step you're gonna fall hard. And falling in love isn't easy, especially when there are two guys who have caught your heart's interest.

You took a deep breath and relaxed, you appreciated the letters so you decided to keep them hidden out of your family's reach. You were expecting this rush or this kilig you would call in Tagalog, inside of you to fade away. What you weren't expecting is for your family to tell you that you have other hundreds of love letters waiting to be opened from the Madrigal twins.

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the-sympathetic-villain · 3 years ago

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The Stowaway’s Heart - Chapter 13

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Description: Virgil is rescued by selkies after being abandoned at sea and brought back to their pod to recover. Virgil’s poor, gay heart may just explode from how attractive they all are.

Word Count: 4830

Chapter Warnings: Mild dissociation, Self-Deprecation, Mention of Injuries, Crying, Mentions of Captivity, Mentions of past child abandonment and abuse, Anxiety, Swearing, (let me know if I missed anything!)

“Which would you prefer, Virgil?”

Virgil blinked absently as his dazed stupor was broken. His arms felt numb as Thomas clung to his chest, wheezing snores passing his lips as Virgil turned his head towards Logan’s voice.

“What?”

An amused smile curled at the corner of Logan’s lips as he slowed to a stop in the middle of the dark corridor, pausing to glance at where Emile had tucked himself into Virgil’s side before continuing.

“Did you hear anything I said just now, love?”

“I didn’t.” Irritation burned in Virgil’s chest as the haze in his kind refused to dissipate. “I’m really sorry, Lo. I'm trying. I just can’t seem pull myself togeth—”

“Virgil, please. Take a breath and relax.” Logan reached out to catch Virgil’s shoulder, halting his movement as Logan gently spun Virgil to face himself and Remus, continuing only when Virgil’s distant gaze focused vaguely in their direction. “You are doing enough. Whatever you can handle right now is enough.”

“But—”

“Don’t try and debate with Lolo, Virge. This isn’t an argument you’re going to win with him.” Remus chuckled as he shot an amused glance at Logan’s stern expression. “Your only responsibility is making sure you and those boys get some good rest. I'll take care of your buddy and Lolo will—”

“Wait.” Virgil dropped Emile's hand to take a step towards Remus. The world seemed to be shift beneath him as he again caught sight of the pale, unmoving expression on Remy’s face as he lay in Remus' arms. “Where are you taking him?”

Remus’ mustache twitched with sympathy as he watched Virgil’s worried expression turn desperate. “Listen. I don’t want to get your mind going, stormy night, but it looks he took a load of shrapnel to his stomach. Tough guy or not, he’s gonna need a solid patch-up before he’s—"

“You can’t take him."

Virgil felt a sinking feeling in his chest at the sound of Emile whimpering behind him. He spun on his heels, kneeling to catch Emile’s arm as he reached for Remy. He could see tears in Emile’s eyes as he guided the kid's attention back to him, careful not to disturb Thomas’ wheezy snores as he raised a thumb to brush a spot of dirt off Emile’s cheek.

“Look at me, kiddo. Remy’s going to be okay. You know I would never let anyone hurt him.”

Emile sucked in a shallow breath hiccupping as tears streamed down his face. “W-where’s he going?”

“Remy’s hurting, Em. He protected you and your brother, but now he needs a little help to feel better.” Virgil glanced up at Remus. “That's what we’re going to do. We’re going to help him. Right, Remus?”

“That’s right. I’m here to fix him up good as new.” Remus chirped, pausing to flash a reassuring smile as Emile turned a timid glance at him. “In fact, I'll make you a deal. If you go with Virgil, I’ll make sure he brings you back here to see him as soon as he wakes up. Deal?"

Emile’s blank gaze lingered on Remy as he reached a hand to rub the sleep from his eyes. His shoulders slumped as he nodded and turned back to Virgil.

“Listen, Em. Remy will be okay.” Virgil offered hid hand to Emile as the kid let out a long yawn. “The only thing you need to worry about is resting. We’ll take care of everything else. Okay?”

“‘Kay.”

The kid's resistance seemed to melt away as Virgil wrapped his arm around him and pulled him into a hug. He held Emile close as Logan turned to Remus, gesturing to Remus quietly in an effort to not interrupt.

“Remus, love. Will you—?”

“Consider him taken care of, Lolo.” Remus' lip twitched into a sympathetic smile as he backed down the hallway. “Don’t look so down, my beautiful nightmare. Your buddy’s in good hands.”

"Thank you, Remus. Your efforts are appreciated. ” Logan folded his hands across his chest. His soft smile lingered on Remus’ figure as he watched him disappear before turning back to Virgil. “Virgil, if it is agreeable with you, I would like to get you and our youngest guests settled before I go to update Roman the others on the situation"

Virgil rose to his feet as he cast a questioning glance toward Logan. “Where are we going?

“Not far, dearest. I know we have been working on setting up a space for you to call your own, but given the circumstances, I think it is more pertinent to provide a space large enough for all of you to remain together.”

“I don’t like the idea of him waking up with a stranger, Lo.”

“Virgil,” Logan's voice remained gentle. “I understand your hesitancy at leaving your friend, but I must urge you to take into consideration what our youngest guests need most right now.”

“But, Remy—”

“Your friend will get the best possible care we can provide.” Logan pressed, raising a hand to his cheek. “This is someone you love and I assure you we are not taking this situation lightly.”

Virgil felt a lump catch in his throat as Emile’s grip tightened on his arm. He paused to stare at the kid as tears brimmed in his eyes.

“Please, we are not going far.” Logan’s deep voice soothed the volatile anxiety in Virgil’s stomach. He pause to reach a hand to Virgil’s cheek, staring at him with an intense concern in his silver eyes. “The next room down this corridor has enough room for all of you, including your friend once Remus is finished with his care.”

“Remus?”

Pride glowed in Logan’s eyes as he glanced over his shoulder to where Remus had disappeared. “Treating illnesses and ailments has always come naturally to me, but when it comes to injuries and wound care, Remus’ skill far surpasses my own. Your friend is in better hands than my own.”

Virgil felt the shock abate as he turned to follow Logan. “I wouldn’t have expected that from him.”

“Given Remus’ usual disposition, I am not surprised that you would not expect him to take an interest in medicine but his focus on the subject is unmatched by anyone I have ever known.” Logan started to guide Virgil forward into the corridor. “Roman and I have relied on him treating our own wounds for years.”

“Somehow, it makes sense.” Virgil's shoulders relaxed slightly. “I can’t imagine. I'd be nauseous from the blood alone.”

“Our differences are what make our relationship stronger, love. We share our strengths as well as our weaknesses.” Logan moved to turn down a dark corner as he rested a hand on Virgil’s back. “This way, please.”

“Wait.” Virgil held his hand up to stop his soulmate, planting his feet firmly on the ground as he stared into the eerie darkness of the corridor. His grip tightened on Emile’s hand as he glanced at Logan uncertainly. “Where are we going, Lo?”

“I already said, love.” Logan seemed to hesitate at the urgency in Virgil’s tone. “We are going to a place where you can rest.”

“I know what you said, Lo. I'm asking what you mean.” Virgil felt his voice drop as he pulled Emile close to his side, resting a hand over his ear. “They’re human, just like me. I know you have to be careful, but they’re only kids.”

Logan’s silver eyes flitted to Thomas hanging on Virgil’s shoulder as the realization dawned on him. “You are worried that we intend to keep them in the same manner we kept you when you first came here.”

An anxious tightness clawed at his chest as Virgil chewed on his lip. “They don’t deserve it, Lo. They’re good kids.”

“Virgil,” Logan’s voice suddenly felt hollow with guilt as he pulled his hand away from Virgil’s back and turned to him. “I can assure you that thought never crossed my mind.”

“Then, where are we—”

“This place once served as an infirmary for the island prison. We tend only to treat this room only as a secondary storage for our medical supplies now but we still upkeep the bedding and linens for situations such as tonight.” Logan’s voice dropped as he pulled his hand back to his chest. “We will not be putting children behind bars. You have my word that we will treat your family with the dignity they deserve.”

“Thank you, Lo.” Virgil’s shoulders slumped as an echo of Logan’s shame resonated across their shared connection. “I should have known better that to jump to conclusions.”

“You should not doubt your instincts, love.” Logan crossed his arms across his chest, holding his pointer finger out to stop Virgil’s apology. “I am ashamed that we gave you reason to worry for your loved ones, but I can recognize you are justified in your assumptions.”

Virgil felt a pang of anxiety at the look of guilt in Logan’s eyes. “You were protecting your family, Lo.”

“Regardless of our intention, our actions clearly had a negative effect on you.” Logan smiled as he stopped at the end of the corridor. “I want you to know we will treat your family with respect and it seems I have some work to do to earn that trust.”

Virgil shifted Thomas on his shoulder. His arms were sore from carrying him, but he tightness in his chest started to fade as he looked up at Logan’s soft smile

“Thanks, Lo.”

“Remus and I will always support you, dear one. You do not have to bear this responsibility alone.”

Logan's breath stalled on his lips as he stared at Virgil with adoration in his eyes. His voice filled with warmth as he watched Thomas stir on Virgil’s shoulder, curling tighter into his soulmate’s arms. His gaze lingered as he turned away, picking up his pace as the room opened up in front of them.

Virgil tipped his head to take in the rows of beds lining the aged as Logan flicked the switch on a gas lamp and it jumped to life. He could make out fresh, grey linens tucked neatly on each of the beds and lines of medicinal supplies stocked on the shelves as he stepped to the bed closest to them.

Arms aching, Virgil lay Thomas on the narrow bed. He paused to tuck the covers over the kid as he dropped down on the side of the bed, pulling Emile into his lap as he glanced up as Logan made his way back to them.

“Thank again, Lo.”

“Of course, dearest. Did you need anything else before I go to see the others?”

“No, I—” Virgil swallowed the lump in his throat as he ran his hand through Emile’s sandy brown hair. “Remus will let me know when Remy’s okay?”

“I will let him know to come straight here when he is finished.” Logan whispered with a half-smile. “Get some rest. Okay?”

Virgil’s tension started to melt away as the rush of adrenaline started to fade and Logan turned to leave. He glanced down as Emile shivered on his lap, blinking before leaning back against the headboard pulling the blanket around Emile’s shoulders.

“It's just you and me now. How are you feeling, kiddo?”

Emile shook his head and buried his face in Virgil’s chest as Thomas stirred next to him. The warm light of the gas lamp danced next to him as Virgil rubbed Emile’s shoulder, letting him relax against his chest.

“Don’t tell me you went and got shy while I was away.” Virgil whispered with a small smile as he rubbed Emile’s shoulder with his thumb. “You were always able to talk to me.”

Virgil’s teasing smile fell away as a quiet sob escaped from Emile’s lips. The kid's hands curled around the fabric of Virgil’s shirt as he shuddered from the sudden wave of emotion overwhelming him.

“Hey, now.” Virgil held Emile close to his chest, letting the kid’s tears seep into his shirt as he cried himself out. “I know this has been scary, and it's okay if you need to cry, but you’re safe. You’re all safe now.”

Time seemed to slow as Virgil sank back against the bedframe, feeling his exhaustion seep into his bones as he held Emile tight against his chest.

“I'm so proud of you, Em.”

Emile hiccupped as he shook his head. “But, Remy—”

“I wasn’t doing too good when I came here either but Logan and Remus took care of me. He'll be good as new before you know it.”

Emile’s knuckles went white as he gripped Virgil’s shirt.

“Talk to me, Em.” Virgil pressed. “What's going on in your head?”

“A-Are they coming back?”

Virgil felt a twisting in his chest as Emile’s voice cracked. He paused to brush the strands of hair out of his face, gentle as he rubbed the kid's shoulder. “Logan and Remus? They won’t be back until Remy's feeling bett—”

“No. I—Not them.”

Virgil blinked as Emile’s hands trailed along the buttons on his shirt. He fell quiet as his focus wandered and he soothed himself touching the soft fabric and buttons.

“Who, Em?”

The kid's hands tugged on his shirt in a rhythmic pattern as he touched the buttons. His focus was absolute as he rocked his body, avoiding eye contact with Virgil. Virgil let out a breath, knowing Emile's attention was no longer on him.

“Is that helping?”

Virgil kept his voice quiet as he pointed at the buttons on his shirt. He blinked, watching carefully for Emile’s stiff nod of affirmation. Once the kid managed the small gesture, Virgil redirected his attention to his own being.

“Are you still okay sitting with me, kiddo?”

Emile didn’t move. He didn’t even look up as he continued to fidget with Virgil’s buttons. His breath stuttered, his expression verging on panic as he focused on his hands.

“You don't have to talk.” Virgil kept his voice calm as he watched Emile’s reaction. “But I need to know if you’re still okay with me touching you. Do you want off my lap?”

The kid's words seemed to lodge themselves in his throat as he closed his eyes and shook his head. His soft hair brushed Virgil’s face as his tiny arms wrapped around Virgil’s chest, refusing to move.

“I’m sorry the world's given you so many reasons to be scared, Em.”

The gas lamp next to Virgil’s elbow flickered as he ran his fingers through Emile's hair. He reached over to flick the switch, letting the darkness fall over them as Emile’s head relaxed against his chest.

“Get some sleep, kiddo. Everything will look better in the morning.”

Virgil stirred from deep sleep at the faint sound of fingernails tapping on metal. He wasn't sure how much time had passed since he’d drifted off to sleep, but he could feel Emile had slipped off his lap. The kid was now resting next to him on the bed as Virgil pushed himself upright.

Dark shadows had deepened in the corners of the room as the hours had doused the torchlights lining the corridors. He could barely make out the blurry shape of a figure in the archway on the far side of the room as his head swayed with the heaviness of sleep.

“Don’t freak out on me, stormy night. Those kids don’t need to think the boogie man's come to get them.”

“Remus?”

“Though I got to say,” Remus’ voice bubbled with amusement as his eyes glittered mischievously in the dark next to the bed. “between the dark circles under your eyes and the extra limbs, I’m not the only nightmare fuel right now.”

“Shut up.” Virgil groaned as he reached a hand up to wipe the sleep from his eyes. “They’re kids, not tentacles.”

Remus' lips curled into a coy smile. “I prefer to leave the extra lumps to my imagination.”

Virgil blinked as Remus silently slid around to his side of the bed, patting the edge of the bed at Virgil’s ankles.

“Is this spot taken?”

“No.”

A faint light from the hall illuminated Remus’ smile as climbed onto the center of the bed to face Virgil. His hand rested on Virgil’s legs as he whispered, careful not wake the sleeping twins.

“I'm not going to give either of these kids a heart attack by showing up in the middle of night. Am I?”

“I doubt anything could surprise them at this point.” Virgil paused as Emile stirred next to his arm. His voice dropped as he looked up to Remus’ patient smile. “I hate to think what I put them through.”

Remus smirked as he rested his chin in his hand, leaning on his knees. “You know, the daddy vibe is hot and all but I didn’t take you for a masochist.”

“I'm serious, Remus.”

“So am I, stormy. Suddenly, things I couldn’t figure out about you are making sense.” Remus' coy smile widened as he leaned forward. “You've been beating yourself up for leaving them the whole time you’ve been here. Haven’t you?”

Virgil lips pinched together as he listened to Thomas and Emile's snores. “Thomas was sick and I just left them. Of course, I felt like shit about it.”

“Listen, if anything like this happened to our dear Pattycakes, blood would be shed but let's be at least a little realistic.” Remus smirked as Virgil’s eyes darkened. “You still look like a light breeze would blow you over. You can’t blame yourself.”

“I still don’t have like it.”

“Course you don't.” Remus’ lip curled into a knowing smile as he rubbed his thumb along Virgil’s knee. “It ain't easy to admit there wasn’t a way you could have protected them, but it's still the truth.”

Virgil chewed on the inside of his lip as he glanced down at Emile. He'd slid off Virgil’s lap as he'd drifted off to sleep. The kid had wedged himself next to his brother, wrapping his arms around Thomas' shoulder as if needing to know his brother was still there.

“How's Remy?”

“I was wondering when you were going to ask.” Remus leaned his elbows on his knees as his grin widened. “Can’t believe you been holding your hot dad friend out on Lolo and me.”

“He’s not their dad.”

“Huh?”

“Remy’s their brother.” Virgil muttered, leaning forward as Remus glanced curiously at the twins. “Even if he basically raised them.”

Remus raised an eyebrow at Virgil. “Alright, you got me. I wasn’t expecting that twist.”

“Remy's mom dropped him at the home where I lived when he was a teenager. They were barely toddlers when we aged out and took them in.” Virgil shrugged, his voice dragging as exhaustion weighed on him once again. “They couldn’t live with their mother anymore, especially Thomas. The kid doesn’t handle stress well.”

“I'm sorry, Virgil.”

“It’s fine. I—”

Virgil’s throat closed up as his emotions surged to the surface. The overwhelming storm in his mind stopped at the lump in his throat. He didn’t know however much longer he could keep this up.

“Alright,” Remus’ toothy smile showed in the dark as he carefully slid off the edge of the bed. “Slip your sweet ass out of the blankets, Doom and Gloom.”

“Re—”

“Get up already and don't you dare wake those kids.”

“I can’t leave them, Re.”

“I never said anything about leaving.”

“But—”

“Virgil.”

A silence hung between them as Remus held his hand out to him and Virgil could feel guilt twist in his stomach at the thought of leaving Emile and Thomas, even for a moment. In the end though, the warmth of Remus’ grip was enough to melt his resistance away. He slipped out from under the blanket, moving carefully as Remus led him out into the corridor.

“So, what are you—”

Virgil’s breath stopped as Remus pulled him around the corner and into his arms. The light of a torch nearby flickered as the last of Virgil’s resistance withered away. He leaned into Remus' chest, wrapping his arms around his soulmate’s chest.

“Your friend’s going to be okay. He's patched up real good and getting some rest.” Remus whispered. “And those kids—We're going to make sure they’re taken care of. You can count on it.”

“Remus—”

“I'm serious, Virgil.” Remus let out a sweet chuckle as he let Virgil lean into his support. “Whatever thoughts you’re torturing yourself with aren’t worth the energy. However they got here, they’re safe now.”

“I know.”

“Lolo and I are going to help you do whatever it takes to make them feel safe again.” Remus' arm tightened around his shoulder, grounding Virgil with the reminder of his soulmate’s gentle strength. “It’s all going to be okay.”

Words stalled at Virgil’s lips as he leaned his forehead into Remus’ shoulder. The tension vanished from his body as Remus' fingers traced his temples, following his cheekbones until his fingertips ran through Virgil’s hair. His soulmate’s delicate touch made Virgil’s breath stutter.

In Remus' arms, Virgil felt safe. He thought of Patton and knew Thomas and Emile would be treated with the same care and attention. Remy would be given the same unconditional access to the selkies’ resources that he himself had been given. He could feel in his bones that Remus would make it so.

Virgil’s body had nearly relaxed entirely when a pair of voices echoed from the stone walls behind him. His tension returned immediately as he realized there was one person he didn’t know how to predict, one person who may still change his mind on Virgil entirely.

Roman.

“Oh, no.”

“Relax.” Remus whispered, automatically moved his hand along Virgil’s back to soothe him. “I know Roman acts like he’s perpetually got cork shoved where the sun don’t shine but you’re going to be okay.”

“It’s not me that I’m worried about.”

“Remus?”

“Give me a moment. I’m warming Virgil’s sweet—”

“If you value your life, you will not finish that sentence.”

A choked laugh escaped Virgil at Roman’s exasperated response to his brother. He took a moment as he pulled away to wipe away the overwhelmed tears threatening to fall from the corners of his eyes before turning to Roman. Watching Remus antagonize his brother had become Virgil’s new normal and he was relieved to see that Roman taking the teasing in stride.

“Virgil, are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Roman.”

“You don’t seem fine.”

“Given the circumstances, Virgil is entirely justified in his reaction.”

Logan’s gentle voice resonated against the walls as he stepped between the brothers. His silver-spotted pelt glistened in the torchlight as he stood between Remus and Roman, their dark brown pelts nearly fading into the shadows. Virgil could feel a brittleness in Logan's tone as he focused his concern on him.

“We owe it to him to treat this situation with care.”

“Logan, I’m fine.”

Virgil chewed his lip as Logan reached a hand to brush his cheek. He could feel the warmth of Remus’ hand linger on his back as he shut his eyes and his soulmates’ adoration seeped into his body.

“I hate to be an echo, love.” Logan’s voice dropped to a whisper as he shared an uneasy glance with Remus. “But in all fairness, your definition of ‘fine’ has been notably skewed in the past.”

Virgil knees nearly buckled as Remus’ hand curled tighter around his waist. He felt himself go weak in his soulmates’ arms as the overwhelming weight of the situation started to feel real.

“We’re not asking them to leave.”

Roman’s voice felt small as he drew their attention. Virgil pulled back to turn to Roman as he stepped forward to stand in front of him. He could see the worry in Roman's face. Deep creases eyebrows revealed a genuine attempt to ease Virgil’s anxiety.

“Janus has taken Patton to a safe place.” Roman continued when Virgil remained silent. “Since these two have clearly accepted the risk, I seen no issue in allowing your friends to stay as long as they need in order to recover.”

Virgil felt a twinge of gratitude at Roman’s attempt to bridge the gap between them. The man who had snapped at him for even coming near Patton seemed like a different person from the one standing in front of him now.

“Thank you, Roman.”

“Vee?”

Virgil’s heart skipped as the small voice interrupted him. He spun to face the kid rubbing his eyes in the corridor entry.

“Thomas?”

“Where’s Remy?”

“He's resting.” Virgil turned away from Roman to kneel in front of the sleepy kid. “What are you doing awake, kiddo?”

Thomas winced as a cough rattled from his chest. His eyes closed as he clenched his tiny fists before looking up at Virgil with his big, brown eyes. He seemed tired as he cleared his throat, grumbling as he leaned his head into Virgil’s shoulder.

“My throat hurts.”

“I'm sorry you’re hurting Thomas.” Virgil’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Let's get you some water. Alright?”

“Here.”

Virgil turned his head as Roman held out a leather waterskin to him.

“Thanks.”

Thomas blinked as Virgil took the waterskin from Roman. The kid barely seemed to notice the movement as a confused expression appeared on his face.

“Who are you?”

The air in the room seemed to shift as Virgil turned to watch Roman’s face shift to an unfamiliar nervousness. He seemed caught off guard by the kid’s question, pausing before he managed to form a response.

“My name is Roman.” The selkie’s voice seemed to waver as he regained his breath. “I'm a friend of Virgil’s.

“Are you a prince?”

“A prince?”

“You look like one.”

The hesitancy on Roman’s face disappeared as Virgil smirked up at Roman. His confidence returned as he kneeled next to Virgil, enjoying the enamored look on Thomas' face as he got down on his level.

“Alas, I am not a prince but you are a guest in my realm.” Roman waved a hand in a dramatic flourish. “Pleasure to meet you, Thomas.”

“You’re not a prince?”

The disappointment in Thomas' voice was almost palpable in the air, but Roman didn't falter, playing up his mysterious grin. “Not quite. It's much more magical than that.”

“Magical? What kind of—”

Virgil couldn’t help but smile as Thomas' face lit up with awe. Mumbled questions started to pour from Thomas faster than he could form words. Virgil was certain the kid could have talked all night about Roman's new revelation but another round of coughing rattling his chest and leaving him weak is eyes dipped shyly away from Roman.

“Questions can wait until morning, dear Thomas.” Roman reassured him. “You have plenty of time to get your answers about me."

Thomas' face flushed red as he reached out to wrap his hands around Virgil’s arm. He pulled the waterskin to his lips as he nodded slowly, mesmerized by Roman’s movements as he rose to his feet.

“Oh, great. We're never going to hear the end of this.”

“Let your brother have his fun, Remus.”

“Not a chance, Lolo. If I give in here, he'll have the kid believing we’re all Roman's subjects in this fantasy world of his.”

Virgil had to stifle a laugh at Remus' tart response. The weight of the situation seemed to disappear off his chest as he scooped Thomas off the ground into his arms.

The kid's eyes didn’t falter. He remained focused on Roman, eyes wide as Virgil let out an amused sigh. He could see that the selkie didn’t seem to mind the attention, graciously encouraging the kid with an exaggerated wink.

“Let's get you to bed, Tommy boy.” Virgil grinned as Thomas rested his head on his chest. “Before Em wakes up and has a heart attack that you’re not there.”

“But—”

“Roman’s not going anywhere, kiddo.” Virgil teased as Thomas stifled a yawn. “You can talk to him more tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

“Good. Do you want to say good night to everyone?”

Thomas' face stretched into a yawn as he leaned into Virgil. “Night.”

“Alright, bed time.” Virgil hesitated as he prepared to leave. The faces of the selkies glowed with an unconditional warmth that made the dread and anxiety he'd been feeling only a few hours ago into a distant thought. His words failed him, unable to capture the swell of gratitude he felt for them. “Again, I, uh—Just thank you. For everything.”

“It’s our pleasure, Virgil. We’re glad to have the opportunity to help you and your family.”

“Thanks, princey.”

Virgil smirked as Roman rolled his eyes. He could almost feel the change in the air as the selkies watched him go. The last of his anxiety melted ina faint glimmer of hope as he carried Thomas back to his brother.

Now, all he had to worry about was Remy’s reaction.

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Weeping Willow

Harry sends his wife for a girl’s night, and their five-month-old baby falls sick.

Word count: 5,093

A/N: i am no expert on babies (unless it’s my almost two-year-old niece) but i have it on good authority this does bring down fevers. This was written for @tbslenthusiast dadathon. i hope you love it. xx

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It's a Saturday night, and Harry tries his best to convince his wife to go out with her friends for a nice dinner while he cares for baby Willow.

Their five-month-old infant. The sweetest little girl to grace the earth in Harry's opinion.

He's never felt a love like this, a never-ending love for his child. He swears he has never been more in love with his wife, his twin flame, for giving him the greatest gift he will ever receive.

She's standing there cradling Willow in her arms as she begins to drift off to sleep. Humming a song she hasn't shared with Harry. Something special between mother and daughter. As much as Harry hates to admit it but their daughter is a momma's girl at heart.

Willow feels that extra protection from her mother; he gives her all the cuddles and kisses, but there is no more special bond than when Y/N holds her close to her heart, and Willow settles down in seconds. When she is breastfeeding, Y/N tells her the stories of her childhood and when Harry and she were first dating.

It's the irregular sleep schedule that Y/N has never once complained about.

Harry wakes up at the oddest of times when he stretches his arms out to reach for Y/N to pull her close to his chest only to find her missing. More time than not, he'll find her at their windowsill, Willow getting her night time meal as Y/N gazes at the moon softly singing Lolo a lullaby that was once sung to Y/N. The moonlight bouncing off her skin made her look eternal as if she weren't real, and Harry just imagined up this life.

But she is real, and she is all his, and their daughter is theirs.

As a kid, this was the life he dreamed of, never knowing if it would come true or not. He will never stop being grateful for all he has in life, full of love.

Harry is brought out of his thoughts when Y/N addresses him.

"I don't know, H. She's a little warm." Y/N stands there, the back of her hand gently placed on her baby's forehead before moving it to Willow's cheek. She smiles down at her sleeping baby.

Harry sighs, extending his arms for her to hand him their small baby. She shakes her head, taking two steps back.

Harry chuckles because he knew this would happen, but he forgot how stubborn she could be.

She's wearing Harry's lilac robe, her hair curled, and makeup is done. He made her do a red lipstick because he missed it. It's one that Gemma gave her that's smudge and transfer free. Meaning he can kiss her with it all night long without his lips turning red.

"Willow is fine. Maybe she passed some gas."

She rips her gaze from Willow and shoots him a glare. He puts his hands up in defense.

"If she starts feeling sick, you know the crying won't stop. She likes it when I soothe her."

"She's my daughter too. I can take care of her and soothe her just as good."

She kisses Willow's head, slowly continuing to grow brown curls just like Harry's. "I know you can, but there's this motherly instinct telling me not to go."

"My husband instinct is saying that my wife should go out to dinner with her friends for a nice dinner and some wine." Harry rebuttals.

"I don't drink." She mutters into her baby's head as she adjusts her to lay on her chest as she sways side to side.

"Well, then go crazy with the strawberry lemonade."

She sighs. Harry knows she's close to giving in.

Her clothes set out in bed, ready for her to throw on. Harry chose her outfit, and he's proud of it. Camel-tone flared fitted trousers, a black fitted v-neck, and a double-breasted twill blazer to tie the look. Her black Gucci 'sucker' boots waiting for her at the door to be slipped on then head out the door.

"If I go, you have to promise to text me every hour."

"Half hour if you really need it." He counters.

She shakes her head, no. "If you do that, I'll be home by the second text."

He nods, happy she agreed to go. She needs this no matter how much she had been fighting it.

"Alright, Lolo, I'm going to leave you with your Daddy for a few hours. I hope you don't miss me too much. I'll make up for leaving you with cuddles for the whole night, munchkin."

Harry's eyes well up, always in awe at the relationship between his wife and their daughter. Their beautiful five-month-old daughter who Harry, thinks is growing too fast. She's still on the small side, but the doctor assured them she was doing good.

Y/N placed her in the crib that Harry put together with Gemma's help, who wanted to be involved with as much as Harry would let her.

She stirs a little, but Y/N pats her chest softly, calming her down.

"I'm going to go get dressed. Turn on the baby monitor, please?" She points in the direction of it.

"On it, love."

She walks out and gets dressed quickly, knowing there's a reservation, and she doesn't like arriving late. Harry meets her downstairs baby monitor in hand as she stands boots safely on her feet.

Harry shamelessly checks her out. He almost begs her to stay after seeing how good she looks, but he knows she needs this.

"Text me when you get there." He wraps her in a hug, not wanting to let go just yet.

"Of course."

She pulls back, looking up at him before leaning in to peck his lips three times; she walks out the door, bag in hand, when Harry tugs her wrist, turning her around connecting his lips with hers. It's a short passionate kiss, Harry's tongue fighting for dominance. She lets out a small moan. Y/N, let's Harry be the one to pull back, not at all wanting to break the kiss.

Harry smirks as he sees the dazed look in her eyes. "Just so you know what you have waiting at home for you."

"You menace." Harry leans on the door as she walks out. "I love you, H."

"And I love you."

Harry watched as she drove away before going back in and heading straight to the nursery, where his darling Willow is still sleeping.

"Just you and me, Lolo," Harry whispers as he sits in the rocking chair and lays back to rest his eyes. It's like they say when the baby sleeps, he does as well.

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Harry wakes up when he hears a small sneeze. He peeks at Willow, but she still has her eyes closed. He picks up his phone to check how long he slept and is shocked. It was only twenty minutes; he felt like it had been much longer now, feeling a bit more energized.

He sees a text Darling and opens it,

I've arrived safely.

I miss you both so much already. xx

Harry can't help but smile. He misses her already. He might always be playing music in the house that fills the silence, but Harry only does it because she sings along to each song no matter how bad she can butcher the lyrics to an unknown song.

She fills the home with warmth and love.

I love you! Lolo is still sleeping. Have a lovely night. xx

Harry sat in the rocking chair, just gazing at his daughter. Her cheeks were a little red, but he thought she might be a bit warm. He unwraps the blanket, just watching her stretch out her small fists.

Willow slowly blinks her eyes open, a small smile on her face when she sees her father looking down at her.

"You up, Lolo? No more sleep, I'm guessing."

She continues to stare at Harry before turning her head to the door. Harry knows she's waiting for someone to come in. After a few moments of no movements, Willow looks at Harry, giving her a small smile.

"Waiting for your Mum, I know. She'll be back later; for now, it's you and me."

Harry reaches in to pick her up, gently shushing her, not wanting her to start crying. He walks down the stairs slowly, the fear of tripping down the stairs more present than ever with his baby in his arms.

Harry sits her on the couch, a pillow propped up on the back to help support her back, and grabs her stuffed bunny that was left on the coffee table. It's her favorite toy to play with at all times.

Willow sets it in her lap, not at all looking at it, eyes on Harry. He sees her eyes begin to well up, and he knows the tears are coming. He scoops her up gently, letting the bunny fall to the floor so Harry could soothe his baby.

"My Willo baby, no tears. You know it breaks my heart." He begins shushing gently. Gemma swears by it watching Alice do the Ss in New Amsterdam. Y/N does it too, her grandma teaching her that when she helped watch over younger cousins.

This settles her for a second, resting her head in the crook of Harry's neck as he rubs a hand gently down her back. "Good baby, Momma would be proud of us." He knows he made a mistake once she lets out a loud wail.

He can only assume the word Momma did it for her.

His phone alarm begins to ring, meaning it's the hour update, and if he doesn't check-in, she'll call, and if he doesn't answer, she'll worry even more and drive herself more. He does not need that happening.

Harry will not let her call; he'll send a sleeping photo of Willow to Y/N to keep her calm because he can do this. He can tend to his child alone. She's half of his DNA; why wouldn't he be able to.

His Mum always told him babies cry for three reasons: dirty diaper, sleepy, and hunger. He assumes she's hungry. Has to be, her diaper doesn't feel full, and she also doesn't smell.

As Harry goes to the kitchen, he stops at the fridge. He sees all the magnets that Y/N loves collecting when visiting a new country, state, or city. Her favorite being the Trevi Fountain. Tells her every time she sees it, she can see Harry down on his knee, tears in his eyes and heart wide open for her. Safe to say it became his favorite as well. Right under it is a yellow sticky note "Just in case xx Dr. Harp" The phone number of Willow's pediatrician.

Y/N really is the best, but he knows that he has everything under control, or at least he keeps telling himself that as Willow continues her crying, no amount of words calms her. He'd also call his Mum before the pediatrician, who would only end up calling Y/N.

"Mummy left your milk in the fridge; now, all we have to do is warm it up."

Willow's cries go quiet for a second at what Harry can only think was at word milk. He can do this.

They don't bottle feed her as often, both preferring her to breastfeed directly from Y/N. Harry encouraged her to pump milk because Y/N has complained over too many milk stained shirts. It has helped her tremendously. A few times, when Y/N was too tired to get up, he offered to warm the milk to feed Willow. Y/N knew how important it was for Harry, so she allowed him and began pumping more for Harry to help provide her during the day.

He gets a bowl and fills it with hot water, then places the bottle in. He knows it should be a few minutes, he begins singing to Willow. He sings her the song he wrote for his sister, which holds meaning to Y/N now, finding a connection that makes them feel at peace when hearing the song. As Harry gently sings 'Sweet Creature,' he sees her settle, nose runny from the tears, he grabs one of her clothes that Y/N keeps in the kitchen. Truth be told, she has them spread all over the house to have one on hand when necessary. He wipes the snot then drapes it over his open shoulder. He checks the temperature, able to hear Y/N scold him in his head for wanting to skip the step.

"Lolo, going to go sit down, and then you can begin eating." She blinks up at him, her green eyes unfocused, refusing to settle on one place of his face.

He sits and adjusts Willow to cradle her in his arms. He does a final temperature check on his wrist and is happy with the outcome. He slowly brings it up to her lips to startle her, and she latches on after a few seconds.

Harry leans back on the chair, releasing a long sigh. He feels victorious, even just for a moment.

The phone on the couch seat next to him displays a text:

I love you both. xx

He's in the clear.

Harry sings Willow the first song that pops into his head, well he mainly hums as she has her eyes closed and a fist clenched on her blanket and the other tucked in. He pulls the bottle away once he sees no more movement. He wipes the outside of her mouth very carefully to not disturb her.

"Willow, Angel, I need to burp you. You shouldn't even feel it." Harry likes warning her; he knows she understands.

He's done relatively quickly, settling her back in his arms to let her sleep. Harry would love to turn the television on, but he settles for staring at the angel in his arms.

Harry frowns when he sees Willow's eyes flutter open. She sleeps longer after eating.

"Lolo, it's barely been ten minutes. That's not enough for a growing baby. You need to grow up to be strong, just like Momma."

Willow lets out a small cough. It startles Harry, not having heard the sound before. He gently picks her up and begins patting her back, soothing her as she calms down.

Harry thinks back to the phone number stuck on the fridge but shakes the thought away because one cough is not enough to make a call, especially this late at night.

He is now slowly walking in front of the couch, trying to get her to fall back to sleep. It's not working.

It starts off in small whimpers before turning into loud wails.

This is not good.

Harry tries his best to place his baby's cries, but it does not sound familiar. He isn't calling Y/N; worrying her is not part of tonight's plans, but there is someone in mind who will always answer him. Without thinking twice, he goes to favorites and picks the second person.

"Hello love, how are you?"

He's greeted by a calming voice, but it does nothing to soothe the pounding in his heart. "Hi, Mum." Harry isn't even sure she heard with Willow's loud cries.

"Is something wrong? Why is little Willow crying? Where's Y/N?" Anne is quick to jump in.

"Today was her first girl's night out that I was insistent she go out to even though she didn't want to, but she should be back in the next hour or so." He addressed that question before jumping into the most important one. "Willow coughed then settled down before bursting into this cry. I've never heard it before. It's not her hungry one because she ate half an hour ago, and her diaper is clean." He lets out a sob he didn't know he was holding back.

"Oh, dear, right. First off, is she hot? warmer than usual."

Harry pulls her back, face scrunched up, nose full of snot. He places the back of his hand on his forehead, and it's burning. "Yes, she's warm. But couldn't it be from the crying?"

Anne sighs, worried for her son, but this is parenthood having to see your child get sick and old help them through it. The first time is always the worst, but each time after that still breaks your heart. "No love, check her temperature and call the pediatrician. Tell her the symptoms, and you can go from there. Right, hang up, call Y/N, and the pediatrician in that order."

Harry agrees to get her off the phone and to make the call right away. Anne knows Harry well enough that he will skip one important thing she told him to do, so she takes it upon herself to get it done.

He heads upstairs, sitting the still crying Willow in the crib as he searches for the thermometer he knows Y/N keeps next to the wipes for emergencies. He is quick to take off her shirt as gently as one can be and sticks it under her armpit as he waits for it to ring as he dials Dr. Harp.

There is an answer on the third ring, just as the thermometer beeps.

"Dr. Harp, hello, it's Harry Styles, father of Willow Styles." He says in a rush.

"Yes, Mr. Styles, what can I do for you." The doctor's voice is kind, and it calms Harry knowing there's a professional helping him.

"Well, my daughter slept about ten minutes before waking up after eating, and that isn't normal for her. She had a bit of a cough and has not stopped crying for the past twenty minutes now. She's burning up Doc. The thermometer says 103F. Shit, I meant 39C. My wife's family got us a fancy thermometer that gives us both numbers." He feels the need to explain a hand on the back of Willow's head, trying to calm her down as well as himself.

"Well, it seems it could be a common cold. There is not a lot to do, except keep your baby drinking milk. Mrs. Styles is still breastfeeding, correct?"

"Yes."

"Okay, it's important to keep her hydrated and check with her through the night. To bring down the temperature, a lukewarm bath would help as well as a humidifier because, from the sounds of it, she is a bit congested."

Harry nods along to everything she is saying, repeating it back. "Thank you so much, Dr. Harp."

"It's no problem; if the fever doesn't break or gets higher than 40C, then I suggest you head straight to the hospital." Dr. Harp says her goodbyes as he picks up Willow and heads to their bedroom, taking her into their bathroom.

He looks around, not sure what to do first that he misses the sound of the door opening and closing as well as footsteps up the stairs. It might have also been Willow's crying.

Willow lock's eyes with Y/N over Harry's shoulder, stopping for a second, causing Harry to gasp before she starts up louder than before for not being in her mother's arms.

"Willow, darling," Y/N smiles at her daughter, cheeks red and nose snotty but still her beautiful baby.

Harry feels like he can breathe properly now that she's home with him. His missing half home, finally feeling complete. He does feel awful for not calling her right away, but he swore she was having a good time.

Harry hands over Willow to Y/N's waiting arms watching as she cradles her close, pressing repeated kisses to her daughter's brown hair. Willow instantly clenches a fist onto her necklace, not that Y/N minds, but Harry feels guilty for depriving his daughter of her mother. It was his fault she was out tonight.

"How'd you get here so quick?" Are the first words Harry thinks to say.

Harry thought she'd be mad at him for not calling, but all he sees are her kind and gentle eyes he fell in love with.

"Anne called me to update me, but I was already ten minutes from home. I had dinner but got it to go having that nagging feeling you needed me. Anne called it mother's intuition, but" She breathes in Willow's smell, Harry finding it endearing how she always says she smells amazing like peaches. "I swear I could feel how distressed you were. I thought you were having a bad time, so I got you ice cream and brought home a meal we could share."

He leans against the sink, a small grin forming on his face. "I did always tell you we were soulmates."

Y/N steps further into the bathroom, heading to the tub to get the water-filled. She sits on the toilet, letting it fill before dipping her hand in from time to time. It feels a bit less than halfway before she closes the tap.

"Doctor's orders were getting the temperature down, right?" Y/N asks Harry, and he nods. "Well, in the lukewarm bath, she goes." Y/N fakes as if she is going to place Willow in before hugging her to her chest once more. "I'm only playing." She boops Lolo's nose.

"Your momma thinks she's so funny, Lolo." Harry rolls his eyes at her, not at all, hiding the love behind them.

"Get in the bath with her, H." Y/N has successfully undressed Willow, giving her kisses all over, causing Willow to let out a small giggle.

Harry near tears now. "That's the first time she laughed this entire night."

"Honey, listen. She hasn't gotten sick before. It's okay, we're learning." She reaches a hand up to cup his cheek, and he leans into it eagerly. "We are learning together." He nods as she pulls her hand away. "Now, do I need to undress my other baby as well?"

He smiles. "You're welcome to, but I got this." He slips off the black shirt and grey sweats, leaving on his briefs.

The water is perfect. Not that he expected any different because she does everything with extra care and love for Willow. He's glad to have her as his life partner and mother of his child and future children.

He slips in, sitting down, letting Y/N gently place Willow on his bent knees. He cups her head, gently sinking himself lower. She hands him a cloth, and he looks at her, eyes wide.

"Wet it, rinse it a bit, then just sponge it around her."

He nods but doesn't move to receive it. Y/N moves forward, dips it in the water, and squeezes it leaving a bit of water. She gently gets Lolo's back patting before moving down.

"Thank you." He says and accepts the cloth.

Y/N makes her way to the bedroom. "You're leaving?" He questions, causing Willow to look at her as well.

She laughs at her two loves, both wanting her close. "Going to turn on the humidifier. It's going to be good for her and her congestion. Then will get you both a new change of clothes before coming back. Is that okay with you both?"

Harry looks down at Willow that still has her eyes on her Momma. "What do you think, Lolo? Think we should let Momma take care of us." He hums as if hearing her response. "She said not to take too long."

"Wouldn't dream of it."

Harry settles in, Willow moving her hand in the water, intrigued by the ripples allowing Harry to rinse her. He feels good, feels great, and can honestly help her and no longer cry about it.

Y/N knows he needs this but hopes she isn't feeling too awful about leaving Willow when she got sick for the first time.

For all, he knows she could be crying in their bedroom or, even worse, the nursery where he can't hear her.

But that's what Harry is here to remind her what a fantastic team they are and how she saved the day like always. He's proud of her just as he knows she's proud of him.

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It's twenty minutes when Y/N walks back in. Now dressed in grey sweats and an old white shirt that Willow loves to cling on. She approaches, and Harry raises Willow so that she can wrap her in the yellow towel.

"My munchkin smells so good." She kisses her cheek. She turns to look at Harry with a smile on her face making him smile back. "Shower, I'm going to dress her, and then I'll bring your clothes in."

"Okay, love."

Harry drains the water before turning on the showerhead, letting the warm water wash away the stress in his body. He doesn't take too long, wanting to cuddle his two girls all night long.

Walking out, dressing in the warm clothes that she must have thrown in the dryer for him knowing how he likes to be warm after a long night. He smiles, slipping the shirt over his head, slipping on the black sweats with no need for briefs. Turning off the bathroom light, closing the door, he sees Willow lying on Y/N's chest.

"How is she doing?" Harry paddles over, hovering over Y/N to kiss her forehead, doing the same to Willow.

"Better, the temperature is at 98."

Harry smiles, glad she's under three digits again. She looks sweet dressed in a bodysuit with small bumble bees all over. Y/N wrapped the knitted mint green blanket that Y/N's mother made for Willow around her shoulder to keep her warm but not enough to overheat.

"That's great. Our baby is so strong." Harry gets in bed and sits against the headboard, making Y/N shift over to rest her head on his shoulder, arms wrapped around Willow for support.

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It's an hour of silence basking in hearing their baby's breathing. Not as smooth due to the congestion but better than before. Harry places a kiss on Y/N's forehead when he feels the first tear, then many more follow. A sob breaking out, but breathing even to not disturb their sleeping baby on her chest.

"Love, lovie, hey. Don't cry. She's doing better already." He wraps the arm tighter, hoping he can transfer all his love for her through the hug.

"I'm just overwhelmed." She chokes out.

Harry sits up to face her, reaches his hands out to wipe her rapidly falling tears.

"Please don't be mad with yourself; if there is anyone to be mad at, it's me." He pleads for her to understand. "I told you to leave us be."

"Not mad at you, honey." She whimpers. "I-I-I'm upset I wasn't here to help you. But you handled it so well. Very proud of you."

Harry sits there, tears falling out of his eyes now because she was proud. He did nothing. He knows he did nothing; he called his Mum and the doctor. He never got her to stop crying.

"I didn't do anything."

"Honey, you did." Her voice firm, one hand reaching up to gently raise his head to look at her. "You called Anne because you knew she would help and then called Dr. Harp for help."

"But she never stopped crying, not until you held her."

She shakes her head. "She was feeling bad, she cried at discomfort and unusual feelings. Might have also sensed your panic," She teases. He lets out a small chuckle.

"We're a team. Together and apart, H."

Harry lays down on his side, pulling Y/N down with him. He does it slowly to not move Willow; Harry lays his head on her shoulder, looking down at their baby. He lets himself relax, knowing she's going to be okay.

"I love you." He whispers. No response causing him to look up at a grinning Y/N. "Say it back."

She giggles. "Thought you were talking to Lolo."

"That was for you, wife."

"My bad," She pecks his nose. "I love you, H."

"Missed." He mutters, puckering his lips in her directions.

"Dork." She closes the small distance and hums at the sweet taste that is Harry and mint toothpaste. He deepens it for a few seconds before pulling back. His eyes closed. He kisses her from her cheeks to her collarbones, no spot left untouched. He steals one more kiss before settling down.

"Sleep tight, my darling, Willow," Harry whispers, throwing his arm over Willow's small body and Y/N's stomach for extra protection.

He peeks one eye open to see Y/N smiling down at Willow, no sign of sleep in her features. "I take it you won't be going out anytime soon again."

"You got that right." She jokes. "No, it was nice. I forgot how good it is to chat about anything other than what size diapers she's going to need next."

"That's not all we talk about. We also talk about the size of your boobs."

She snorts at his comment, and he happily joins in.

"We haven't had a date night, well we have but indoors with a baby always in arms."

Harry smirks. "What do you have in mind, love?"

She blushes, "We go away for the weekend, leave Willow with Anne or Mitch since he keeps saying we keep his goddaughter away from him."

"You'd be okay with that?" Harry checks, making sure she really wants this.

She nods. "I'll miss her like crazy, my heart is beating faster just at the thought, but I miss you." There's a gleam in her eye, one when she gets lost in a memory. "It's quickies and late-night conversations. As much as I love our daughter, I miss my best friend."

Harry grins, glad she's sharing this. "Any other time, I'd make a joke, but honestly, I miss you just as much."

"Then, coordinate with Jeff on a weekend you're free and look for a place we can go to. Driving or flying whatever you find best."

"Oh, baby, I'm going to make you fall in love with me all over again."

"I'm counting on it, Harry."

Harry helps Y/N drift off to sleep with his ideas of where they can go and all the naughty things they will get up to.

Harry knows nothing in life will be better than being in the arms of his two favorite girls.

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