#isla and the happily ever after

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Title: Anna and the French Kiss

Author: Stephanie Perkins

Series or standalone: series

Publication year: 2010

Genres: fiction, romance, contemporary

Blurb: Anna is looking forward to her senior year in Atlanta, where she has a great job, a loyal best friend, and a crush on the verge of becoming more...which is why she is less than thrilled about being shipped off to boarding school in Paris, where she meets Étienne St. Clair. Smart, charming, and beautiful, Étienne has it all, including a serious girlfriend...but in the City of Light, wishes have a way of coming true. Will a year of romantic near-misses end with their long-awaited French kiss?

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Title: Isla and the Happily Ever After | Author: Stephanie Perkins | Publisher: Dutton (2014)

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Okay no one talk to me bc I haven’t watched the race yet but I just finished Nightbane by Alex Aster and am currently Losing It. I need the third book rn.

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Love ignites in the City That Never Sleeps, but can it last? Hopeless romantic Isla has had a crush on introspective cartoonist Josh since their first year at the School of America in Paris. And after a chance encounter in Manhattan over the summer, romance might be closer than Isla imagined. But as they begin their senior year back in France, Isla and Josh are forced to confront the challenges every young couple must face, including family drama, uncertainty about their college futures, and the very real possibility of being apart. Featuring cameos from fan-favorites Anna, Étienne, Lola, and Cricket, this sweet and sexy story of true love—set against the stunning backdrops of New York City, Paris, and Barcelona—is a swoonworthy conclusion to Stephanie Perkins’s beloved series.

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This post is part of the Twisted Parents Series.

Content: Post-canon, marriage, children, household contents, afab!fem!MC, general hcs.

Comments and reblogs are very welcome ♡

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"Someday my princess will come" and she really came.

Above his contracts and busy days as an influencer, Neige was dreaming of the love of his life. From a young age he lived with this dream. The dream of happily ever after. And now he had found someone to make that dream come true with: MC.

Dominic, Shelpie, Hop, Timmy, Snick and Toby were so happy for Neige! Grum had his cons as always, but over time, he ended up becoming fond of MC too.

He continued his career, now more committed to marrying you and getting a slightly bigger house, after all, you two were planning on having children, weren't you?

Dominic, Shelpie, Hop, Timmy, Snick, Toby and Grum wanted Neige and MC to have seven children, as they all wanted to be godparents. Luckily MC and Neige convinced them that they could all be godparents of the same kid.

In the end, MC and Neige had two children, a girl named Veronika and a boy named Kaiel.

Post-graduation life was chaotic, huh? Good thing he liked it.

Chenya is perhaps the most carefree guy in the world. Or so you think, after all.

MC wondered if he would propose to her one day. She was honestly scared if he didn't.

In fact, Chenya was unpredictable, wasn't he? Her surprise was great when he actually proposed to her.

Chenya's grandfather was as supportive as he could be. The "wedding party" was anything but conventional.

Chenya is the stay-at-home husband. When MC asked if he would consider a job, Chenya shrugged with the same big smile as always and said "I can be your housewife! Or househusband, in this case~"

You two had twins, Russel and Rascoe, and some years later, a girl named Isla.

[alessiathepirate]

FAR CRY 6

IT WASN'T THE ONLY COPY: Juan Cortez x fem!reader

Summary: Since Juan forced her to stay on the couch until her wound is fully healed, she had to find something interesting to do.

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I may have made while I wrote this short story.

My Spanish isn't the best so if you find a word / phrase used in the wrong context or anything please let me know so I can improve :)

Warnings: swearing, referenced violence

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Ever since she got hurt back in Isla Santuario, Juan forced her into safety, not letting her engage in any fight at all. And even though it felt nice to know he cared for her that much, staying behind while the others took care of the dirty work - the fun work - quickly became boring and a bit annoying.

Even after they got back to Zamok Archipiélago, she still had to stay behind and let Dani go after the Monteros alone. Nor Clara, nor Juan wanted her to run around - even though the Jefa was still doing that with a not fully healed bullet wound.

The furthest place Juan let her go to, was his office - otherwise she had to rest on the couch above it, slowly rotting away. After she kept on insisting, he finally let her help him work on resolvers and supremos, while they shared a glass of alcohol. That's where she put together the small lamp, what she could attach to books and read comfortably - because the lighting 'upstairs' was shit.

Juan was out again - getting more alcohol to drink or cigars to smoke most likely, because those past few weeks he barely left her side. So she spent her time doing something more fun than getting crazy on the damn couch - she was reading with her back against the pillow and her legs stretched out to not put pressure on her stomach.

She was already halfway through it when she heard the footsteps, and they got closer and closer until she could clearly see Juan, who was on his way toward her with a bottle of whisky.

She put her book aside. A great bottle of whisky was a rarity in Yara.

"Back already?" she asked with a smile as she sat up carefully, making some space for Juan on the couch.

"Sí. Jefa needed some help with the comms, but I still got something for you." he explained as he sat down.

"Finally some good whisky." she said happily as she leaned forward to rest her chin on Juan's shoulder while he poured some alcohol for the both of them. "Does Clara need help with anything? And how's Dani doing in Madrugada?"

"Don't worry about it cariño, they can take care of themselves."

"I can take care of myself too." she explained, wanting to get out and do something fun.

"I know you can." she took one glass from him. "But until you're ready to go out and fuck Castillo's shit up again, you'll stay here and get drunk with me."

She drank up the whisky, enjoying the taste it left in her mouth, then let Juan light up a cigar.

"I just wanna go out and shoot at some FND assholes."

"Sí, corazón, I want that too and I can't wait for you try the resolver weapons I put together for you, but a good guerrilla is never impatient."

She raised her eyebrows. "That's not even a rule!"

"It is."

"No, it's not!"

"It is when you're such a loca guerrilla who wants to run around with a wound like that." he gave her his cigar, sharing it with her as he looked at her stomach what was still covered in bandages under one of Juan's shirts.

"I don't want to run around, I just want to help."

"And you'll help by being Juan's asistente in the office."

She gave the cigar back to Juan and put her chin back on his shoulder. His free arm hugged her close, being surprisingly gentle.

"Fine. I can take a few more days." she agreed. "As long as I'll be your asistente."

She pulled her legs up, getting closer to Juan, trying to enjoy his presence. He'll get back to his office soon - he always does, so she tried to enjoy every minute being close to him while he smoked.

Her movement made the book move as well. That was the reason why Juan noticed it in the first place, just as he finished his cigar.

"Is that my book?"

She grabbed it and gave it to him. The small lamp she put together was still on it.

"Yeah. I wanted to read something interesting while I was healing."

"I thought I destroyed the last copy of it when that hijo de puta called the FND on me at the bar."

"I put one aside." she explained. "You talked about Kyrat a lot, but you never mentioned the KGB before. Or the Colombian guerrillas."

"If I talk about them now will you sit on your ass 'til you're fine?"

She chuckled.

"You make it sound like I'm annoying you."

"You're never annoying me, cariño. But your damn stubbornness does."

"If I wasn't this stubborn," she began as she pressed a kiss into the crook of his neck. "I wouldn't be dating Juan Cortez. So you better love my stubbornness too, mi amor."

He leaned down and kissed her forehead. She sighed, breathing in his presence and took his hand in hers, intertwining their fingers.

"Did you make this?" he asked, referring to the lamp.

"Yeah. You had some scrap around so I got creative."

"That's why you're my favourite asistente." he praised and her heart fluttered. "So where were you?"

"I was reading abbout the Colombian guerrillas when you came in."

So Juan started to talk about it. And the next thing too what came up in his book -- and the next... He spoke and she listened. They drank up their whisky and smoked a few more cigars.

When Juan was around to talk to and listen to, she didn't mind at all that he was so damn protective of her.

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Several new actors are joining Cote de Pablo and Michael Weatherly in the upcoming Paramount+ series NCIS: Tony & Ziva, which has officially begun production in Budapest. 

In addition to de Pablo and Weatherly starring in the titular roles, the new series regulars joining the CBS Studios drama are:

Isla Gie (Foundation) as Tali: Tony and Ziva’s precocious 12-year-old daughter who is sick of being treated like a child. She’s more intuitive and vigilant than the adults around her give her credit for and she’s ready to prove this to them.

Amita Suman (Shadow and Bone) as Claudette: The Chief Technical Officer at Tony’s private security company and the only reason the place runs as smoothly as it does. There’s no problem Claudette can’t solve or code she can’t crack.

Maximilian Osinski (Ted Lasso) as Boris: A Russian ex-pat and a brilliant computer hacker, one of the best and most elusive in the world. Boris lives outside the law and polite society and enjoys the anonymity and freedom that affords.

Nassima Benchicou (Emily in Paris) as Martine: A former French intelligence agent with the Directorate-General for External Security (DGSE). She is elegant and cunning, playing both sides of any conflict masterfully to protect her own self-interest.

Julian Ovenden (Bridgerton) as Jonah: A former computer programmer for the NSA and now the Secretary General of Interpol. Charming, decisive and confident, Jonah sees the ways in which the world is broken and knows he can fix it.

Terence Maynard (Coronation Street) as Dr. Lang: A deeply experienced therapist, gentle and probing, Dr. Lang treats patients with severe traumas and helps them find comfort and agency.

Lara Rossi (The Watch) as Sophie: A highly skilled professional with a background in the Special Air Service (SAS), Sophie brings a unique blend of maternal warmth and hyper-vigilance to her role as a caretaker for Tali.

James D’Arcy (Agent Carter) as Henry: A high-ranking official at Interpol, Henry has spent his career in law enforcement chasing international criminals. Career-focused with no wife or family of his own, Henry has always been happily married to his job.

NCIS: Tony & Ziva picks up after Ziva’s supposed death when Tony left the NCIS team to go raise their daughter. Years later, Ziva was discovered alive, leading her to complete one final mission with NCIS before she was reunited with Tony and their daughter in Paris. Since then, Tony and Ziva have been raising their daughter, Tali, together. When Tony’s security company is attacked, they must go on the run across Europe, try to figure out who is after them and maybe even learn to trust each other again so they can finally have their unconventional happily ever after.

NCIS: Tony & Ziva is executive produced by John McNamara, Weatherly, de Pablo, Laurie Lieser, Christina Strain, Shelley Meals and Mairzee Almas. The CBS Studios series is distributed by Paramount Global Content Distribution.

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New Releases

We've got a ton of new books coming out this week and a lovely mix bag from a stirring memoir to a fun rom-com to another exciting mystery from everyone's fave Anna-Marie McLemore and so much more. 

Hurdles in the Dark: My Story of Survival, Resilience, and Triumph by Elvira K. Gonzalez Roaring Brook Press

Twenty-four hours: that’s how long fourteen-year-old Elvira Gonzalez is given to come up with the $40,000 she needs to save her kidnapped mother from a drug cartel. It’s 2006 and Elvira’s hometown of Laredo, Texas, has become engulfed by the Mexican Drug War. Elvira’s life is unraveling around her—setting her on a harrowing path that leads her to being locked up in one of South Texas’s worst juvenile detention centers.

After Elvira’s released from juvie, she’s resolved to never go back. That’s when her unexpected salvation arrives in the form of 33-inch-high plastic hurdles. Determined to win a track scholarship out of Laredo, Elvira begins breaking into the school, alone, at 5:30 in the morning to practice hurdling. Soon, she catches the attention of a renowned high school coach, an adult man in his 30s. As they train, their coach-student relationship begins to change, becoming sexual. At just seventeen years old, Elvira experiences the dangers many young athletes face, especially those who are marginalized. In spite of these towering obstacles, Elvira eventually propels herself to become one of the top ranked hurdlers in the USA and the first in her family to go to college.

This inspiring true story of grit, tenacity, and hope traces Elvira’s path as she overcomes impossible hurdles in her race to freedom.

Flawless Girls by Anna-Marie McLemore Feiwel & Friends

The Soler sisters are infamous in polite society—brazen, rebellious, and raised by their fashionable grandmother who couldn’t care less about which fork goes where. But their grandmother also knows the standards that two Latina young ladies will be held to, so she secures them two coveted places at the Alarie House, a prominent finishing school that turns out first ladies, princesses, and socialites.

Younger sister Isla is back home within a day. She refuses to become one of the eerily sweet Alarie girls in their prim white dresses. Older sister Renata stays. When she returns months later, she’s unfailingly pleasant, unnervingly polite, and, Isla discovers, possibly murderous. And the same night she returns home, she vanishes.

As their grandmother uses every connection she has to find Renata, Isla re-enrolls, intent on finding out what happened to her sister. But the Alarie House is as exacting as it is opulent. It won’t give up its secrets easily, and neither will a mysterious, conniving girl who’s either controlling the house, or carrying out its deadly orders.

The Quince Project by Jessica Parra Wednesday Books

Castillo Torres, Student Body Association event chair and serial planner, could use a fairy godmother. After a disastrous mishap at her sister’s quinceañera, all of Cas’s plans are crumbling. So when a local lifestyle-guru-slash-party-planner opens up applications for the internship of her dreams, Cas sees it as the perfect opportunity to learn every trick in the book so that things never go wrong again.

The only catch is that she needs more party planning experience before she can apply. When she books a quinceañera for a teen Disneyland vlogger, Cas thinks her plan is taking off…until she finds that real life is more complicated than a fairy tale. Cas soon discovers that the party is just a publicity stunt, and she catches feelings for the chambelán. It’s clear that her agenda is about to go way off-script.

But maybe Happily Ever Afters aren’t just for the movies. Can Cas go from planner to participant in her own life? Or will this would-be princess turn into a pumpkin at the end of the ball?

Twelfth Knight Alexene Farol Follmuth Tor Teen

Viola Reyes is annoyed.

Her painstakingly crafted tabletop game campaign was shot down, her best friend is suggesting she try being more “likable,” and school running back Jack Orsino is the most lackadaisical Student Body President she’s ever seen, which makes her job as VP that much harder. Vi’s favorite escape from the world is the MMORPG Twelfth Knight, but online spaces aren’t exactly kind to girls like her―girls who are extremely competent and have the swagger to prove it. So Vi creates a masculine alter ego, choosing to play as a knight named Cesario to create a safe haven for herself.

But when a football injury leads Jack Orsino to the world of Twelfth Knight, Vi is alarmed to discover their online alter egos―Cesario and Duke Orsino―are surprisingly well-matched.

As the long nights of game-play turn into discussions about life and love, Vi and Jack soon realise they’ve become more than just weapon-wielding characters in an online game. But Vi has been concealing her true identity from Jack, and Jack might just be falling for her offline…

The Books of Clash Vol. 3: Legendary Legends of Legendarious Achievery by Gene Luen Yang, Kendall Goode & Alison Acton illustrators First Second

Based on the global hit Clash of Clans and penned by superstar graphic novelist Gene Luen Yang, this third volume of a new action-packed series brings the characters from everyone’s favorite mobile gaming sensation to life!

Sonny the golem is tired of being stepped on by his teammates―literally! His Royale team, the JazzyPickleton Cucumbers, has a new move that leaves him with footprints on his face! And when he needs backup, Sonny is left to fend for himself…and literally gets split into TWO Golems! Can his best friend, the Cucumbers’ star wizard, help him now? And does he even want the help of his so-called friend?

Continuing the epic graphic novel series set in the world of Clash of Clans and Clash Royale , Gene Luen Yang pens an offbeat and action-packed tale that turns the fantasy-adventure genre on its head!

If You Knew My Name: A Novel in Verse by Lisa Roberts Carter Central Avenue Teen

His mother was a BLM activist. Mason Tyndall was an aspiring rap artist. She saw fatal officer-involved shootings as senseless tragedies. He viewed them as trending hashtags — that is, until he almost became one.

Mason Zy’Aire Tyndall has big dreams. Dreams of sick beats, epic mic-drops, sold out stadiums. Mason’s going to be a rap star—and you don’t become a rap star by hitting up BLM protests with your mom or sitting at a desk. Mason wants to get out there and make a name for himself, but he’ll have to graduate high school first. And he can’t do that if he fails his senior year.

Convinced his poetry class is a waste of time, Mason’s teacher helps him see just how valuable a couplet and a rhyme can be. But when an unarmed Black man is killed by the police in his city, tensions start to rise—among the cops, the community, and even Mason’s peers.

Caught in the middle of increasingly violent conflicts, Mason will have to find a way to use his voice for change…and fast.

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Generation 1 Family Recap

The founders, Johnathan and Laila Loomis, with their two youngest, Nicholas and Bryce.

Denomination: Irisite

Fundie Status: Full Fundie

Johnathan made a fortune as a writer, first of books and translations of the Book of the Watcher, then as a magazine writer for ETW. They have had 11 total blessings and will soon be entering elderhood.

Danny and Iris Marsh with their three children, Isabel, Kenneth, and Antony. 

Denomination: St. Cornelius

Fundie Status: Fundie-Lite

Iris is the eldest Loomis child and the oldest of the first set of twins. Danny manages to keep the family going in their small house, bringing home a decent income as an artist. Over a period of years the couple decided to do Natural Family Planning, as many in the church of St. Cornelius do, and have remained at three blessings. After a long moral battle, Iris also decided to start wearing pants.

Isla and Ezekiel Shearer, center, with four of their six children. On the left, twins Alana and Ryan, on the right twins Ratna and Shelley. Not pictured are their two eldest, Bo and Marjorie, who are not twins. Bo is currently rooming with his cousin Darin, Adam Loomis’ eldest son. 

Denomination: Irisite 

Fundie Status: Full Fundie

Isla is Iris’ twin sister and is married to Ezekiel, the eldest of the six Shearer children. Ezekiel works as a pastor at the Irisite church and they live on a modest middle class income. All Isla ever wanted was to have a big family, and she certainly got her wish. They are expected to have many more children in the future.

Chastity and Adam Loomis, here with six of their seven blessings. Back row, from left to right, Emilie, Major, Kory, Maya; front row, left to right, Avery and Caitlyn. Their eldest, Darin, is not pictured. 

Denomination: Irisite

Fundie Status: Full fundie. 

Adam is the eldest of the Loomis’ second pair of twins, and is married to Chastity, the eldest Shearer daughter. Adam has a temper and is constantly belittling both his wife and his children, many of whom are adopted. He works as a park ranger, which doesn’t pay enough for them to have a large or nice home, but they scrape by. They are also expected to have, or adopt, many more children.

Damien and Penny Franklin. 

Denomination: Scleran

Fundie Status: Conservative

Penny is Adam Loomis’ twin sister. As a teenager she leveraged her marriage to Damien as a way to escape her family’s vision for her life, and converted to the Scleran church. She now works as a scientist at a leading lab. Despite how their relationship started, Penny and Damien have grown to truly love each other, though neither of them want children.

Adriana and Joshua Loomis. 

Denomination: Scleran

Fundie Status: Conservative

Joshua is the eldest of the Loomis’ third set of twins. Adriana is the third daughter of the Moore family, who originally ran the Irisite Newcrest church. Joshua disliked what he saw of his parents religion in regards to his twin brother, James, and his sister Penny. After marrying Adriana they both converted to the Scleran church and are happily childless. Joshua currently works as a local representative, and Adriana as an art critic.

James Loomis and Jonah Shearer, with James’ younger sister, Maxine Loomis. 

Denomination: None

Fundie Status: Ex-fundie

James (now Jamie) is Joshua’s twin brother. The night of his eighteenth birthday he and Jonah, the youngest of the Shearer children, eloped and ran away together to escape the homophobic Irisite church, each mutually deciding to leave religion entirely. Jamie is now a doctor at the San Myshuno hospital, and Jonah is part of a nonprofit, San My Pride. They are childless, though took in Jamie’s younger sister, Maxine (Max) after she was kicked out of the house by Johnathan Loomis. Since moving out Max has discovered that she is aromantic and asexual, and is developing her writing career.

Derek and Mary-Faith Loomis

Denomination: Eternal Teachings of the Watcher Megachurch, run by Geoffrey Landgraab. 

Fundie Status: Full Fundie

Derek was the first singleton child of the Loomis family, and is married to the eldest daughter of the wealthy Landgraab family, who founded the ETW. Theirs was very much an arranged marriage, and they used Loomis family funds to purchase this large house where they’ll live until Derek inherits the Loomis family home. They are expected to have many children to uphold the image of the ETW, which they will do, if reluctantly. Derek currently works at a position in the magazine writing department of the ETW.

(A/N And that's a wrap on Gen 1! Thank you to everyone who has been following this story, and prepare for gen 2 with Mariah and Javi.)

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What was the relationship timeline of Diana and Penny and their story 🥺

It's a very long story

Diana and Penny met in 2004. They were both brand-new to the Mercury. Diana was a rookie. And Penny's previous WNBA franchise, the Cleveland Rockers, totally collapsed on her. So the winds of fate put them both in that 2004 Mercury training camp together. And they became friends immediately.

Then they fell in love and lived happily ever after. Just kidding! It's not that simple.

When Diana and Penny met, Penny was engaged to Brazilian volleyball player Rodrigo Gil. Diana and Penny could only be friends. So Diana fell for Penny's Australian national teammate Lauren Jackson.

Penny married Rodrigo. And Diana and Lauren had their Moscow life together. But in Phoenix, Diana and Penny worked towards their shared professional goals. They both wanted to transform the Mercury from a losing culture into a winning culture. And they did it! But after they won their first championship together in 2007, Penny needed a break. She wanted to rest before the 2008 Olympics and work on her marriage. They had only been married a few years but I guess their marriage already needed work.

In 2008, without Penny, the Mercury were completely dysfunctional. And Diana was lonely. So she asked Lauren Jackson to join the Mercury and come play with her in 2009. Diana and Lauren were attached at the hip in Moscow. It really seemed like Lauren would leave the Storm. Sue Bird even spoke to the media about that possibility. But at the very last minute, Lauren backed out and stayed in Seattle.

So at the beginning of the 2009 season, the Mercury had no Penny and no Lauren. Just Diana, Cappie, and vibes. Too much vibes. Wayyy too much vibes. And that's how Diana got a DUI. She hit rock bottom. And when she hit rock bottom, Penny dropped everything, flew from Australia to Phoenix, and rejoined the Mercury mid-season. Lauren wouldn't uproot her life in Seattle to play with Diana. But Penny would uproot her life in Australia to play with her. Penny helped Diana through that season and drove her everywhere she needed to be. They spent a lot of time together. And, oh yeah, Diana won an MVP, championship, and finals MVP. It was the best season of basketball in her entire career.

By the end of that 2009 season, Diana and Penny had definitely gone from friends to lovers. Maybe Diana and Lauren's relationship had run its course by then. But Penny was definitely still married when she got with Diana. Oops. Messy. Oh well. They fell in love, got a dog, bought a house together and lived happily ever after.

Actually, from 2009-2014 they went through constant traumatic ordeals in their personal and professional lives. Shabtai's murder, Cappie leaving Phoenix, nasty feud with Lauren, false-positive doping scandal that almost banned Diana from basketball, Penny tearing her ACL, both of Penny's parents dying of cancer. It was a lot. But they still managed to win their third championship together in 2014.

In 2015, they took the WNBA season off together. In 2016, they got engaged. And in 2017, they got married. Penny gave birth to Leo in 2018 and Isla in 2021. And now they have a loving family life together and it's very cute 🥺

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For fun, I am just gona tell you all what kind of writing projects I am working on at the moment...

I still have about half of Like the Red Rose blooms in the Oxford Garden not written. But this work is in the active publishing stage right now so you all should read the first chapter already which is out. This is basically the story of Gastón and Nina at Oxford, and the road that leads them to their happily ever after. There will be lot of romance and this story is T-rated for real reasons. There will be ocs, and even cameos from people you wouldn't maybe think of. All my multi-chapters have an acronym that I often use when talking about the story. For this is it GOS for Gastina Oxford Story

El Lugar más Feliz de la Tierra is the multi-chapter that will be coming after GOS and is called by short RCgtDL. It is a story about Luna getting a wild idea that she wants to go to Disneyland and she and Ambar end up taking everyone there on a birthday trip. Roller Crew at Disney will reign chaos

I am very actively writing this wacky SL S2 Au about Sharon firing the Valentes after finding out about Sol, instead of making Ambar Sol. Monica and Miguel find a job from another upper-society family in Buenos Aires... Two little more newcomer millionaires of Buenos Aires: Isla and Marco Perida, who unannounced to Luna happen to be the parents of her bestie's boyfriend and the best friend of the guy she is in love with... This right now does not have a name and is going to just be a one-shot, but I am treating it as more of a multichapter pilot, so to say. So it can be picked up as a multichapter if there is demand and ideas. This honestly is just a crazy idea I have had flowing around in my brain. It will not be that character-driven and more of "wouldn't this be funny if it happened?" event-driven.

Then I have a story about Aurora Perida and Stella Balsano finding a certain book in the Blake library and they end up traveling back in time and seeing some certain scenes of their parent's past. This also doesn't have a name nor is it in very active writing and I am kind of thinking this could be my birthday fic for this year. This can be called a kind of like a spin-off from MOT.

The other one isn't in the most active writing at moment, but this does have a name. World es mi Familia is a story where I dive into more out there headcanons about Gastón's family that I have. You see, he had two aunts and 9 cousins from his mother's side who still live in Cordoba, but here's the catch: there is one branch of his family that he has never met nor even knows about... because actually, his aunts are actually only half-sisters of his mother. Isla's biological father, Jorge Sulandre, walked out of her and her mother when she was a baby. She was later adopted by Joakim Vasquez, her mother's husband and the father of her sisters. So about 8 years pos SL S3, Gastón, and Nina are back at BA and living their best life as a married couple when Gastón gets a call from Evelyn Sulandre, his cousin. This story relies heavily on the backstory I have for Gastón's parents and how they grew up in poverty at Cordoba. This story also will just be a one-shot and will probably have an open end, but we'll see

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𝕁𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕊𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕨'𝕤 ℝ𝕠𝕤𝕖 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙𝟜

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15        

Rosemary POV

The next morning I woke up. Smelling burned wood and smoke.

I sat up and saw Elizabeth making the fire even bigger while throwing the crates of rum and other supplies on the fire. She had cut leaves from trees.

'ELIZABETH WHAT THE FUCK' I screamed at her.

Which made Jack wake up. And his eyes turned big.

'NO , NOT GOOD! STOP!' Jack screamed towards Elizabeth as he run towards her.

'Not good! What are you doing?

You've burned all the food, the shade, the rum.' Jack exclaimed looking at everything being on fire.

'Yes ! The rum is gone!' Elizabeth said happily.

'Why is the rum gone' Jack asked.

'One' Elizabeth said raising a finger towards Jack.

'because it is a vile drink that turns even the most respectable men and even WOMAN' Elizabeth turned to me

'Into complete scoundrels' Elizabeth spat

'two' she raised a second finger.

'This seems oddly familiar' Jack said as he looked over at me.

'That signal is over a thousand feet high.

The entire royal navy is out looking for us' Elizabeth pointing towards her and me.

'Do you really think there is the slightest chance that they won't see it?' Elizabeth said to Jack.

'But why is the rum gone?' Jack asked her again.

'Just you wait Captain Sparrow.

Give it one hour, maybe two, keep a weather eye open.

And you will see white sails on that horizon.' Elizabeth said as she sat down in the sand waiting.

Jack stood up getting his gun and pointing it for a second to Elizabeth. then himself and then he walked off.

'Jack.. ' I said with a sad expression on my face.

'It might be our only chance to search for Will..'

He looked at me and then wondered off.

'Elizabeth' I began.

'was this really the smartest move to make?' I asked her carefully.

'Says you' She scoffed.

'Excuse me?' I said crossing my arms towards her.

'I saw you last night.' She spat at me.

'You were all over him.'

'Elizabeth..' I said.

'Don't tell me that it isn't anything!' She yelled.

'Well.. ' I scratched the back of my head.

'HE THREATHEND YOU ROSEMARY' Elizabeth shouted

'YES AND AFTER THAT HE APOLOGIZED AND HELPED ME STEAL A SHIP, GO TO TORTUGA GET A CREW. MAKE FRIENDS WITH THEM. FOUGHT FOR YOUR ASS IN ISLA THE MUERTA AND NOW I'M HERE!

AND HE IS HERE TO.

HELPING US SAVING YOU' I yelled at her.

'What about Gillette?' Elizabeth scoffed.

'Gillette ' I laughed.

'What an asshole. And you know it Liz.

He got every joy out of my life before he even married me.

Now I'm free to do whatever the fuck I want.

And he lets me be who ever the fuck I want.' I pointed towards the way Jack walked.

'And maybe its stupid of me. And maybe even foolish but this is the most alive I have ever felt in my entire life.

You know I'm not the one always wanting to sit around at events and play by the rules.

I did that because it gave me a future. And for you and your father. ' I said to her.

'I love you Lizzie. But please let me have this..' I begged of her.

She looked into my eyes.

The tears were almost streaming down my face. But I kept myself strong.

'I love you Rose.. And I would never ever stand in your way ' Elizabeth said as she walked towards me holding me tightly.

'Thankyou Lizzy' I said softly

'Must've been terrible for you to be trapped here, Jack

WELL IT BLOODY IS NOW!' He yelled as he walked of further.

'Jack wait!' I said running after him.

It took me a while to catch up on him, because these boots were not really made for running in sand. And my head was feeling light from the rum of yesterday.

I catched up with him and took his hand.

'I didn't know Jack.. ' I said trying to get eye contact.

But he was looking at the horizon.

'Fuck.' We both said as we looked in that direction.

There was the dauntless and a dinghy already on their way towards us.

'Come on' I said as I grabbed him. And we ran back towards Elizabeth.

'Wait' I said halfway the beach.

'This might be the last chance I get..' I said softly

And I looked in his eyes. And without pardon I pushed my lips on his.

Within seconds I could feel one of his hands in the small of my back. And the other behind my neck.

When we parted I looked at him.

'Now lets go!' I took his hand and ran towards Elizabeth.

[xtrablak674]

22nd January 2012 8:39pm Villa Vera, Isla Mujeres

Have you ever lost something and realized you weren't quite sure of how you had lost it, but you knew it was gone forever?

After having been to Playa Norte (North Beach), I wanted to see what other beaches the island had to offer. Being a self appointed beach snob I would know a good beach from a faker. Instead of making the left out of my hotel towards downtown I made the right and found myself in the barrio area of the island where everyone lives who run the shops, resorts and hotels on the island. Now this area felt like a developing country and very much Caribbean, houses in close quarters and the only consistent shops were bodegas. Albeit a bit run down it was most colorful and by the light of day felt quite safe. I took a few photos of the colors and oddities that drew my interest, while respecting the people and allowing them to go about their lives undisturbed.

This area is known as Colonia and is divided by a huge lake called Salina Grande. I exited Colonia near Playa Lancheros and decided to do something very common on Caribbean islands, I strolled down the beach. In less then twenty minutes the beach which had started out comparable to Playa Norte got narrower and rockier, until I found myself on a narrow stone wall. I was like, what happened to the beach? I had to put my shoes back on because it just wasn't safe for bare feet. I finally found a dock and exited through some hotel filled with a lot of beach clad white people.

That was an adventure and I was a little tired, but a glutton for punishment I didn't want to stop until I had reached Punta Sur the other side of the island opposite Punta Norte. After a brief rest and de-sanding of the feet I had arrived at the other end of the island and have to be very frank was a little disappointed. Other then some tourist traps and some passable sculptures there was nothing of significance all the way down here. I had come down the west side of the island, which is only four miles long, I decided to walk back up the east side. Not too far from Punta Sur, I found the most delightful oxidation all over the street signs and was happily snapping away with my point and shoot, and only bringing the SLR out for the most tricky shots.

I found myself on Corredor Panoramico (Panoramic Highway) and felt like a little rest on the semi-private beach I had seen below the highway. I spread out my brown sarong like a beach blanket, took off my shoes and socks and laid down to enjoy the soothing sounds of the waves breaking on the coast line. There were some houses off in the distant and a flock of seagulls holding a conference on the rocks, but otherwise I was all alone, just the way I liked it.

Sadly not alone enough to pull an Elmina, but enough to roll up my pants and wet my tired feet in the ocean and relax before completing the walk back to the resort. I got the point and shoot out to get a few more pictures then thought I should do a self portrait like in Elmina showing the ocean behind me. Got the shot in one take and thought I had dropped the camera back in my Frida Kahlo bag. This was the last time I saw the camera.

Five feet away was another rock which was a little closer to the ocean so I could put my feet on the sand and let the waves wash over them. I spent another fifteen minutes letting the ocean cool my weary feet. I felt rested and wanted to get home before the sun set, walked back over to the rock I had my little spread laid out and gathered up my sarong to dust it out, fold it and put it away. Then instinctively I reached in my bag for my point and shoot which I was walking with in my hand so I was ready for any shot.

Gone.

No that can't be true, let me look through the bag again.

Nothing.

Let me take everything out of the bag, I know this camera is in here.

Nada.

There are 70 pesos, SLR, money belt, Coach carrying case, that I store the point and shoot in, my new purple sarong and some loose peso coins, but no camera. I am genuinely perplexed by the missing camera. Unless someone was invisible or one of the birds took it, where did my camera go? I scoured the beach for the next fifteen minutes in a state of disbelief. I had never lost a camera before and this one was in my hands as much as most people nurse their smart phones.

I asked Frida if she knew anything. Maybe I had angered the Mayan goddesses of the island inadvertently. I was at a complete and total loss. I was still in denial that my camera was gone because there was no where for it to go, unless it took a swim in the ocean, but the waves weren't reaching up to the rock I was sitting on.

As I walked back home I could feel myself getting depressed at the loss. I know that the equipment could easily be replaced. I grew attachments to the tools I worked with to create my art, and that camera was one of those tools. I had ten more days on the island with my SLR, and it seemed like a punishment. I was so despondent I only took one more photo that day, and only one the following day.

Loss is hard, even as you get older you learn to manage the feelings a bit better, but it never gets easier. I have had a lifetime full of loss and usually am very careful with my things, but maybe its a sign of something when you keep losing things. Maybe you have too much and need to share more with others. I wasn't sure of what the lesson was here, but I would try to be with the feelings until they passed, and quietly mourn the photos that I took that would never been born.

[Photo by Brown Estate]

Another Journal Entry from the same trip

[cymorilcinnamonroll]

Asmodeus Gets a Haircut, or, Ashmedai and the Hairdresser

The streets of Berlin were heavy with rain. I clutched the metal pin at my breast that kept demons away. Mama always said, a safety pin secreted under the jacket, hidden away from prying eyes, would always ward off evil, keeping shedim and lilin away. It was an old superstition, but the Rubensteins were a superstitious family. It made me a curiosity at my best friend Freida Barcomb’s salon, The Pink Bow. That, and my piano playing that sounded like the ghost of an angel, meant I could entertain men as the dessert wine of the Baltic Sea flowed.

I, Isla Rubenstein, had eschewed marriage for employment, and mama and papa had given up long ago at the shadchan, trying to get Yenta to matchmake me, whose every offer I refused. Instead, I owned a little flat in the Old City by the famous orangerie of Berlin, and across Old Town, my own business. I had scrimped and saved as secretary at papa’s bank to save enough to buy it and now, twenty-three years young and thriving, I spent my days at work, my evenings at the salons of Berlin and nightclubs, and there was much mirth to be had between kaffee und kuchen and glasses of Riesling.

But, today was the day – the day I’d make three year’s salary in a single evening. The day I met the Spaniard.

I had to get to my haircuttery for a very special client, rumored to be a Spanish nobleman of high status, whose eyes were green like emeralds, a Sephardic Jew. He was said to have long black hair that smelled of oudh. Jewish hair that Freida, with her platinum, straight locks, would balk at. But I knew how to use hot combs, how to cut the curls of and pleasure the scalps and chops of the distinguished statesmen of Berlin with the best shaving equipment and barber’s scissors on the whole Continent. The Spaniard would be the next to fall to my comb.

The Spaniard had booked my haircuttery – Ilsa’s Comb, the best in the Old City – months in advance and made strange requests: cover all the mirrors. Turn off the lightbulbs. Have a book of psalms and gold dust on hand. Gas lamp only, in the year of the Christian Lord 1885, when Berlin had just recently been electrified. 1885… so different than the Jewish calendar, who danced around the moon in thousands of epochs. And only have I, Ilsa Rubenstein, attend the Sephardic Lord..

A strange fellow, but I had no fear of men – I was good with my pistol, after all. And he was coming alone.

So, I fixed the room. Turned on the gas lamps. Covered the chic French mirrors with heavy shtetl-woven tapestries from Karelia, where my family was from, long ago, from Bethel. The tapestries depicted mud mice, Leviathan, Gog and Magog, all of Adonai’s creatures delighting in earth and ocean. Finally, over the shop window – which still could count as reflective glass – I hung one of Chava emerging from Adamah’s ribs and dancing happily like the town clock automaton, a terpsichore.

Smiling, I took the gold dust out of my pocket and placed it next to a bottle of fine plum wine. Little finger sandwiches with mayonnaise and cucumber, white bread only, were set out next to coffee and cake I baked fresh this morning – kaffee und kuchen, indeed. My rabbi had advised me to welcome the Lord with a humble heart, as he was giving me many year’s wages. I trusted my rabbi, so I did. I even did my thick dark gold hair up in a curling chignon, my mint green eyes flickering in the gas candlelight. I set his station up and waited.

Thunderous hooves. Neighing. The clink of bells. In walked the most beautiful man I had ever seen – olive skin, scandalously erotic clothes, bunches of whipcord muscles under old-fashioned robes that draped over his form in gray-green cloth, dark red-black ringlets of hair, and piercing sea green eyes. There was a beauty mark under his left eye, and gods-damn talons painted black coming from his hands. He walked in the dark of night, beauty and ruin in his wake.

“Pu pu pu,” I said automatically, warding off a curse. What was a demon doing at my door! I should have salted the corners of Ilsa’s Comb.

The beautiful, treacherous demon ran a hand through his beautiful, matted red-black ringlets, covered in sand as if he had wandered 40 years in a desert. His coils reached the floor. The demon smirked, giving a deep laugh. “You remind me of Bathsheba. Innocence in sin.”

“Get out of here, shedim, a Spanish lord is coming tonight!” I took salt from my pockets that I always carried and threw them at the demon.

The demon mockingly bowed. “And yet, I am the Spaniard. I traveled far for this haircut, Ilsa. Do not waste my reward.”

With that, the demon reached into his pocket and took gold coins out, raining them down on the counter. The fell in a wicked pile up to his thighs… his gorgeous, olive thighs. What am I thinking, Ilsa!

“You ate the Spaniard, you mean, you shedim. Pu pu pu!”

He fished deep in his pocket, sea gray eyes shining deep set under thick black brows. He pulled out a large princess cut ruby the size of my fist. I shuddered. “Is not your last name Rubenstein, Ilsa of the Comb?”

The demon smiled, recognizing the desire – for him and the jewel - in me. I trembled, tears in my eyes.

“The rabbi said nothing about demons needing haircuts. Your hair is a mess… Herr Demon.”

“Call me Ash.”

“You will turn me to ashes?”

“Short for… Ashmedai.”

I paled a ghostly white. “Well, screw me.”

“Gladly.” Ashmedai poured us two cups of the coffee, fixed mine with exactly what I always had – two sugars and cream – and drank his black. “Sit down, Ilsa. A demon still needs a haircut. Consider it a charity case. I am Solomon’s half-brother, after all. Sired by King David on the demoness Agrat. As a half-human, don’t I deserve idle chatter with a fair maiden?”

I blushed a strawberry red, wishing I was covered with a bag. He eyed my assets appreciatively. I sighed, wishing I had not dressed for The Pink Bow afterwards to impress Sigmund, the composer I adored. My decolletage was on full display. “Fine, kaffee und kuchen. But no more. Your hair would burn my scissors.”

“You are not the first Jewess to entertain a demon, you know. It’s more common than you think.”

“Perhaps the first to give one a haircut. Pu pu pu!” I retorted saltily, gently tasting the coffee. It was perfect. I served him the black forest cake with caution. Adonai would not like me to disgrace a guest, entertaining angels unaware… only, I was sure he wasn’t an angel. Ashmedai languorously licked his spoon of the chocolate.

“Mmm, delicious, did you make this?”

I stuck my nose in the air. “Yes, in fact, I did. I had it in my mind I was entertaining a Duke of Spain, not King of Gehenna.”

“Spaniards, demons, same thing, don’t you think?” Ashmedai teased. He inhaled the cake like he was a parched man back from the forsaken desert with a water glass. “You’ll make a good wife, Ilsa.”

“Like your dear Sarai?”

It was Ashmedai’s turn to flinch. “You had to remind me. I paid my dues for that, you know, ten leagues under the ocean for years and years. It was only when the barnacles ate my chains that I was free. I hate fish and water.”

I pointed to Milham the Hol Bird, the Jewish Phoenix, tapestry on one of my mirrors. “Including burnt bird?” Then to Leviathan. “Or the demon fish the faithful shall eat at the coming of the Messiah?”

Ashmedai sighed. “Haven’t you Jews realized yet, the Messiah will never come? There is no such thing as goodness in the world. Angels, sure, G-d, yes. But a Promised Messiah? Never.”

I set my coffee down sharply. “Watch your tongue, demon. Words matter.”

He leaned forward, tracing my knuckles. I shuddered, suddenly aware of his bulging yet sleek muscle, how badly he needed a haircut… it was my profession, after all.

“Words are only air.”

I jerked my hand away, coffee spilling on the floor. I sniffed.

“I think you are a sore loser, Ashmedai. To Raphael, to Solomon. To Adonai. And to me.” I looked at the cursed pile of gold level with the table, topped by the queenly, perfect ruby. “I will give you the best haircut of your life. I will keep the gold, but not the precious ruby. And then, you will promise to never set foot in Berlin again.”

“Is that what you truly want, Ilsa, Revke Rubenstein’s daughter?”

“I… yes?”

“What about Sigmund? What about having him madly desire you? What about bairns, and a wee little cottage in the Black Forest with the next Beethoven? Domesticity would suit you, Ilsa. I tasted your heart’s desires in the cake.”

I shuddered, tempted by the demon of lust. “He is a Protestant, Ashmedai.”

“And yet, you want him.”

I steeled my mint-colored eyes, then let my dark gold ringlets fall from their place atop my head. “To the shaving chair, Ash. You need to be knocked down several pegs.”

He shrugged, then slinked over. I noticed a demon’s dragon tail, black, scaled, and ridged, curling under his gray-green robes. Smoke rose like frankincense and rot from the burning scales. Ashmedai sat with elegance as I set to my work, building up the lather, shaving the dark black stubble. It was true, Ashmedai smelled of oudh as they said, but there was more: campfires like when mama and papa took my brothers and I to the Black Forest. Fresh air after a volksmarch. A new pair of lederhosen, just tanned. Jaegerschnitzel and potatoes that he had eaten before coming here.

Heat gathered in my belly, and I wanted to… to what? Kiss a demon? Get it together, Ilsa.

“Pu pu pu.”

I threw some salt on him. A good, extra measure.

“You still think salt, and metal, work on the King of Demons?” Ashmedai asked, touching his freshly shaved cheeks in admiration. The salt evaporated before it touched him.

“Well, what does?”

“Spread legs under my spear.”

I slapped him, right then. Blood flew from his wound, black. He laughed wildly. He crooked his head, green-gray eyes alight in mirth, and more.

“Again, Ilsa. For every man in Ilsa’s Comb that has copped a feel. For every time your uncle Frederick raped you. For every lustful eye, for every promise Sigmund gives, then treats you like yesterday’s whore. For the abortion with pennyroyal tea he forced on you, when you only wanted Sigmund’s child. Slap me again, Ilsa Rubenstein.”

“Shut up, bastard!” I felt myself crying out at my secrets spilled. Secrets Adonai, much less a demon, had no right to know.

I pummeled him, punching: right hook, left hook, we fell to the floor, his blood flowed, then his wound miraculously healed, then I dealt him another.

Ashmedai simply laughed. He smelled of ambergris, of oudh, of dragon’s blood and musk. Suddenly, furious, I stripped him of his fine robes and demanded. “If you are so good with women, pleasure me, you bastard!” The fire in my belly had spread to my loins.

Ashmedai, black and blue from our fight, simply kissed me. It was sweet, lingering. I bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. Took out all my anger at my bastard uncle, at wavering Sigmund, at all the stray hands and mean comments a working, independent woman drew. All the raping eyes I got on the street, walking alone.

Blood, blood that rushed from my womb. A twisted child. A twisted creation. The bairn who would never open her eyes, that I had buried behind the apple tree.

I wanted it all, my power, my magic – back. And this demon would give it to me.

Ashmedai rose to meet me, he suckled at my neck. Played with my sex under my bloomers. Gently, ever so gently, Ashmedai undid my corset with his teeth. His cock? Sandstone brown-pink, thick and huge, piqued and wet with precum. So different than Sigmund’s frail white member. It was uncut. I supposed all demons were uncut.

When he had eaten me out, toyed with my nipples, drew orgasms from the back of my neck, whispered wants and lust into my ear, he speared into me with overwhelming lust, the king of demons. I cried, I prayed, and he took the book of psalms from the table, opened it to the Song of Solomon, then tossed it to the bar still open. Just like a demon would – it was a sin to not close a holy book.

Ashmedai speared into me like a preying wolf, and I was the lamb. Delivered into the lap of Sheol, I seized my magick back. He pumped power, freedom, liberty, into my heart and core. Orgasm after orgasm assailed me as Ashmedai worked my body in ways I didn’t know was possible.

“You belong to no one, Ilsa Rubenstein. Your body is wholly your own. Your dreams are yours for the taking,” he moaned into my ear. It was the most holy thing I had ever heard.

When Ashmedai finished, his black-purple seed spurting hot and thick down my thigh, he licked me clean like a cat her newborn kitten and snapped his fingers. We were fully dressed, freshened, and cleaned, and no evidence of our coupling was left. Instead, I was dressed in a midnight blue ball gown, a peacock mask on my face, my hair in a perfect chignon.

“What – what is this for, Ashmedai?”

“You are to come to my ball tonight, Ilsa, after you make me look dashing with your hot combs and scissors.”

“I think that will do, Ash. That will do just fine. I’ll keep the ruby, too.”

He kissed my hand.

And so, I washed Ashmedai’s hair and massaged his scalp in the marble basin, using rose oil and oudh, and then I straightened his hair and cut his Jewish hair in only the way a fellow Jewess would know. In the end, I braided his hair in a crown braid in the upper section, and the lower section cascaded down to his waist in red-black curls of glory.

“The final touch,” I said, trembling, finding that doing the King of Demon’s hair was even more intimate than our fucking.

Ashmedai smiled, kissing my oudh-smelling hands. “Surprise me.”

“It’s an – an old Jewish custom.” I sprinkled the gold dust in his hair.

“Yes, just like Bathsheba would,” Ashmedai sighed, fond. He took me out of Ilsa’s Comb, and we danced the night away in his underworld paradise as Dumah played the fiddle in a Totentanz.

From that night on, I stopped going to The Pink Bow, and found myself at supernatural salons instead. Sigmund never wrote, but that didn’t matter.

After all, I had

Ashmedai.

And by Adonai, was his hair

Perfect.

[ao3feed-techphee]

Home on the Ocean Front

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Oi63dEk by tanobatcher After securing their freedom from the Empire, former Jedi Knight Myna Berik and clone Sergeant Hunter spend their happily ever after on Pabu. Not only are they blessed with the survival of the rest of their squad, but they also have a new gift from the galaxy: twin daughters, Isla and Sereia. As the couple devotes themselves to providing their girls with the childhood they never had, they experience the joys of living at home on the ocean front. (NOT a standalone!! prequel: Binary Star) Words: 3571, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 2 of Interstellar Love Fandoms: Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: CT-9901 | Hunter, CT-9902 | Tech, CT-9903 | Wrecker, CT-9904 | Crosshair, CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo, Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Original Characters, CC-3636 | Wolffe, CC-5576-39 | Gregor, CT-7567 | Rex, Greez Dritus, Cere Junda, Riyo Chuchi, Phee Genoa Relationships: Crosshair & Echo & Fives & Hunter & Omega & Tech & Wrecker (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), CT-9901 | Hunter & Original Female Character(s), Phee Genoa/CT-9902 | Tech, Phee Genoa & CT-9902 | Tech, Clone Force 99 | Bad Batch/Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Unofficial Sequel, Domestic Fluff, Domestic Bliss, Domestic, Family Fluff, Family Dynamics, Family Bonding, Family, Daughters, Father-Daughter Relationship, Mother-Daughter Relationship, Twins, I Love You, Parental Clone Force 99 | Bad Batch, Sexual Content, Clone Trooper Accelerated Aging (Star Wars), Tags May Change, Tags Are Hard, How Do I Tag read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Oi63dEk

[wassunshinewasmidnightrain]

“I can’t believe adults get to do this every day. And I don’t even mean sex, though it’s wonderful, but things like this. Brushing our teeth at the same sink. Do adults realize how lucky they are? Or do they forget that these small moments are actually small miracles? I don’t want to ever forget.”

Stephanie Perkins | Isla and the Happily Ever After