#miles has two baby sisters (in the au)

[weirdo09]

jessica and rio, everyone !!

[thelastofhyde]

i. sea-day 1.

pairing. tourguide!joel miller x fem!reader. series synopsis. on the brink of undergoing a life-altering change, you runaway from your problems in the only way any sane person can: embarking on a mediterranean cruise. there you meet joel miller, a grumpy, private tour-guide, who just so happens to be tasked with touring you through each stop on your cruise. from greek goddesses to roman ruins, you have ten days to avoid your fate. maybe a frowning, southern, sex-on-legs of a man is just what the doctor ordered. chapter summary. as the ship sets sail, you search for help. at the bar, you encounter a familiar stranger. series warnings. no use of y/n, set in 2015, no apocalypse au, cruise!au, rom-com, enemies-ish to lovers, sunshine!reader, tour-guide!joel, unspecified age gap, depictions/discussions of grief, angst, fluff, a whole load of smut, a lot of cheesy stereotypical romance tropes bc i just wanna see joel not suffer ( too much )<3 chapter warnings. alcohol, mentions of class/wealth themes, implications that the reader has underlining mental health issues, convenient plot-devices that would only ever happen in a rom-com bc this is fun silly fiction baby!, joel suffers from acute insuferable-bastarditis :( word count. 3.7k hyde’s input. let's all hold hands and agree to ignore the fact both parts so far have opened on the reader panicking in a bathroom, okay? maybe she's a stressed girlie with a flare of ibs, you don't know her life. feeling a little insecure abt this chapter and lowkey don't wanna post it, but i promise the actual fun begins in chapter two, where we finally get to see tourguide!joel in action. previous chapter - next chapter - series masterlist

“What time did you say you boarded?”

Your mother’s voice travels from where your phone lays, abandoned upon the bed, all the way into the decadent bathroom.

Eyes moving a mile-a-minute, as if you're rushing to take in every jaw-dropping detail.

There’s the sink area, a double-vanity that’s centred with an array of lotions and soaps, and overlooked by an overwhelmingly large mirror that makes up half the wall, lined with a golden hue of light. A shower, with glass curtains and enough room to fit your whole wardrobe in it. Then, there’s the bathtub you’re already envisioning yourself sinking into. Marble lines the floor, and the outer wall is made up of three window panes, gifting you a view of pure blue, the sea and the sky melting into one another across the horizon. It’s making you nauseous, this looming feeling of imposter syndrome the interior brings you.

You don’t belong in this, a fancy room designed for fancy people.

An iteration of your name, back on the bed, drags you away from your own troubled reflection.

“Seven,” you call out, inching your way back into the main area of the suite.

“In the morning?!” She’s just as shocked as the first time you answered her question, fifteen minutes ago, and the second time, seven minutes ago.

Humming in approval, you give a sweeping gaze over the plush carpeted floor, the wall-mounted television displaying the cruiseship’s logo, the king sized bed that’s calling out for you, seducing you with the promise of a mattress that won’t be stabbing at your back the whole night. As if on queue, there’s a sharp pain in your lower back, a lasting reminder of the hostel you’d found little rest in last night.

“Well, there goes my jealousy!” Lacklustre replies aside, your mother continues her ramblings, used to filling the void of conversation with the sound of her own voice. “Can you imagine? Me, awake at that time? You’ll be glad you’re travelling on your own, honey.” Usually, you admire the positive spin your mother tries to bring to life. Your being alone upon this trip, however, is not a topic you want her to address, much less find the good in. “I mean, I don’t think even your sister-”

“I think they’ve made a mistake,” you cut her off, eyes zeroing in on a pair of glass doors. Snatching the phone off the bed, you turn off the speaker and press it to your ear just in time to hear your mother’s confusion, questioning what you mean. Focus on those doors, you slowly make your way over to them. “The room,” you clarify, fingers curling around a handle to unlock it, prying the doors apart. A wave of salty fresh air, hits your face as you step out onto wooden decking. You find yourself upon a balcony, facing off into the deep blue distance. To your left, there’s two sun loungers and a glass coffee table, mounted by two champagne flutes and a simple welcome note sprawled out in black ink. “I think they’ve given me the wrong room.”

It’s the next best thing to a reasonable explanation you can find, no chance on earth you were ever listed to stay in such a suite. No, a room like this is meant for a wealthy businessman and his uptight wife to overindulge themselves on gold-trimmed furniture and a fur-lined bed for a week, in which they do everything but address the lipstick stains that keep lining his collars or the chauffeur who keeps himself parked between her legs.

You can already picture such a pair now, storming over to some poor, unsuspecting deckhand, red on both their faces as they begin to berate him over the fact they're in a cabin the size of a cupboard, with a communal restroom and a bunk barely fit for one person.

“Why? Is something wrong with it?”

“No,” it’s an answer you reluctantly give, more than aware of how ridiculous it sounds. “It’s… nice. Perfect. Too perfect, like I should feel lucky to stand in it, nevermind live in it for the next few days.”

It’s with caution that you glance over each shoulder, taking note of the seemingly never ending row of balconies that line the ship, a sizable gap between each one. Guts twisting a little at the thought, you peer ever so slightly over the right edge and are greeted with views of more balconies. Beyond that, there’s only blue. Waves crash into the ship’s side and bounce off in white foam. You renew the distance between you and the ledge, unable to stop yourself from glancing both ways, confirming there’s no neighbouring balcony that finds itself occupied.

Then bend down, clasping a hold of one of the champagne flutes.

You take your first sip like it’s a crime, wearily, eyes darting back and forth, waiting to be caught in the act and dragged out of this room, down to whatever poverty loft you really belonged in.

Or, maybe they’d just toss you overboard, rid themselves of any possible hassle. People go missing all the time at sea, right? People go missing all the time on cruises. You’d just be another blip in the system, an error that can be overwritten with a simple-

“I can hear you thinking through the phone, sweetie.”

You take another sip, and let a weight fall off your chest, dragging in a breath large enough to make up for the moment or two you’d stopped breathing. “I’m just… tired. Don’t worry, I’m perfectly fine. No big freak out on it’s way, again.”

“Honey, you know how me and your father feel about you calling it a freak-” she must be able to hear your eye roll through the phone, cutting herself off before she can keep going. “Just, try and enjoy this trip, okay? Maybe you’re in that room because where you’re supposed to be. Maybe you’ve been awarded some free upgrade, like that time your dad got bumped up to business class!”

Bless her for trying, though she may fail. It’s enough to bring a smile to your face.

You swallow back what remains of the bubbled liquid.

Through the phone, you hear a door burst open and the entrance of a loud, excited little voice. Something akin to granny rings down the line, and it’s enough to have you frozen where you stand, bones rigid and unable to move. Something seems to smack into the microphone, a rustling of fabric as you envision your mother making room for little limbs on her lap.

“Hey, my little munchkin! How was soccer?” You can’t make out what the voice tells your mother, heart too busy beating louder than any drum, inching its way further up your wind pipe and threatening to choke you on it. “Guess who I’ve got on the phone?” The tiny voice squeals out your name, bile joins your heart inside your throat. Maybe this is how you find out you get seasick. “Do you wanna say hi-”

“Mum, I, uh… I’ve gotta go,” you’re eyeing the remaining glass on the table, the rising bubbles enticing you to hurry up, drink it before it goes flat. “I should go find the help desk, get this room thing sorted out.”

“Just a second, let E-”

“I’ll call you later,” you hang up.

You’re left with just the raging waters below, a caw from seagulls up above. Eyes slipping shut, you pull in a deep breath and push out a silent plea for that sting in your eyes to be from the salt in the air, not a set of unfallen tears. A few more breaths and it feels safe enough to open your eyes again, glancing down as your phone vibrates in your hand.

Two texts, each from your mother.

09:38 - She says hi, and that you better bring her back a cool souvenir. 09:39 - Doctor Anderson says she’s showing improvement and they’re finally starting to get somewhere. Just thought you’d want to know x

Giving in to temptation, you snatch up the champagne glass, bring it up to your lips and- pause, interrupted as you make eye contact with a man one balcony over. He’s older, a well-rounded gut fit into a light blue shirt and tailored trousers. With a rolex on one wrist and set of bright white teeth smiling right at you, there’s no mistaking he belongs in one of these suites.

You wonder what he thinks of you and your frayed sweater, no jewellery on your wrists.

He nods, politely, and raises his own glass towards you. A silent cheer, a recognition that you’re both here, living life in luxury. You meet it, raise your own glass, and try to smile as brightly as him.

Then knock back your second drink and saunter back inside.

“Miss, there’s been no mistake.”

In spite of it being an excuse to hang up, you stay true to your word.

Come early noon, you’re standing within the help centre. Against all odds, accidental nap and wild goose chase upon the ship deck be damned, you’ve found what you were looking for.

Or, well, an older woman with sweet smile on her face and a squinted nametag pinned to her chest found it, pointed you in the direction of the ship’s atrium. What you’re looking for is the Purser’s Office, dear.

“See? The booking under your name lists you as part of our excelsior guests.” The desk clerk turns her screen towards you, acrylic nail pointing at your booking information. Sure enough, in bold letters, your full name accompanied by a golden badge at the end. Excelsior Status, checkmarked and approved by the cruise. “This grants you access to one of our excelsior suites and all private excelsior lounges.”

In all honesty, you’re tuning her out a little.

You don’t mean to, sincerely, but you’re just so caught up in reading both your name and excelsior suite, over and over and over again, that you forget to really listen, mind running just a few seconds behind the speed of her mouth.

When you finally process what she’s saying, all you can manage is dumbstruck look on your face and a muttered, “oh.”

Paper rustles as your hands wring, the pristine pamphlet you’d been flicking through to fill the time as she’d searched up your details now rumpled, thin white cracks of paper peaking out beneath printed ink.

“I also see that you’ve added the excelsior tour package onto your booking, though I’m willing to change that for you, if you’d prefer signing onto one of our team tours instead.” Confused by her offer, you glance down and read over the pamphlet’s title- All-Aboard Tour Trips, Fun for all the Family! “Would you like to hear what your current tour package grants you?”

“If,” as if you’ve not embarrassed yourself enough with your cluelessness towards your own booking, your voice cracks under the pressure of being used, more squeak than actual intelligible words. You swallow back the lump of shame in your throat and push through. “If you don’t mind, please. This, uh- The ticket, it was a gift, so I’m just a little out of the loop of what’s been booked for me.”

“Not at all! So, the excelsior tour package gives you access to your own private tour-guide, for all seven stops we’ll be making on this cruise!” Already, you feel a little queasy at the thought. A private tour, no one but you and some stranger. It’s not exactly your dream scenario. “Your guide’s purpose won’t just be to walk you through all the memorable sites, but to curate your visits to your liking, helping you explore foreign land with a familiar taste. Where the tours in team are restricted to allocated timeslots and a set route of sites to visit, having a private tour-guide grants you the privilege of exploring where you want, for however long you want. The private tour also provides more time for you at each stop, as your timeslot to board will be the latest available, making your whole trip less of rush and more of a thrill.”

The clerk, without a doubt in your mind, is quoting a script she’s already said hundreds of time- word for word, beat for beat. Yet her voice is animated, her smile is kind, and you admire her a little for getting through it without a single laugh at the corniness of it all.

You, however, fail the challenge, glancing off to your side and biting back a giggle that you hope she takes no note of. The last thing you want is for her to mistake the laughter as directed towards her.

Weighing your options, you nervously ask, “but, you could change me over to a team tour?”

She says of course, with a smile that doesn’t waver, and the tension in your shoulders lessens, the ice cold feeling of inconveniencing her melting away at her warmth.

Her nails clack as she types away on her keyboard. A double click and then, a hiss. She’s no longer smiling, a grimace taking it place. “I’m sorry, but all of our tours are fully booked.”

“Oh. That’s- It’s okay.”

“But, I could add you to the waiting list! If there’s any cancelations for any of the stops, you’ll be the first to know. This won’t affect your excelsior tour package, so either way you’ll have some kind of guide.”

With nothing to lose, you figure why not and let her throw your name in the metaphorical hat.

Mid-typing away, eyes glued to her screen, you watch as her brows shoot up. “Oh, while I’ve got you here, there’s one more thing. With our excelsior guides, it’s customary that they meet with you on the first night, to touch base on simple things, like your interests or any goals for this trip, and to plan out tomorrow’s official first stop, which is in Santorini. Your guide has left you this, detailing where you’ve to meet him.”

With renewed hesitation, you grab at the folded note she slips over the desk. It’s small, with half an inked fingerprint burnt into the top left corner.

As you thank her for her help and bid her goodbye, she interrupts you before you can turn to leave.

“I know private tours can seem daunting but, you’re in good hands. Joel will take care of you, he’s our top-rated guide.”

The note remains folded as long as you can control your curiosity, which appears to be only until you’re back on the deck, sun shinning directly in your eyes and forcing you to squint as you read over faded blank ink.

10 pm, the Tipsy Byson bar.

Below that, in a bolder blue ink, wear something green for me to find you, JM.

You’re awfully overdressed, and painfully aware of it.

The Tipsy Byson is nestled between the arcade and the casino, a balance of childlike shrieks harmonizing over outraged yelling of men cheated out of their hands. Brown wood lines just about every inch of the place, from the walls, to the tables, to the bar. There’s an outrageously large Stars and Stripes flag hanging on the wall, and memorabilia of all things Texas Roadhouse. The place is themed, down to the cowboy hat that sits atop the bartender’s head, and clearly everyone is aware of this, decked out in scruffed up boots and worn out denim vests.

Everyone but you, dark green silk clinging to you in the shape of a laced-back midi dress, dainty black heels tucked into the footrest of the barstool you occupy.

It’s the only green thing you brought and- wear something green for me to find you- you’d had no choice.

It was a quarter to ten when you got there, earlier than you were requested, but a gentle buzz of something shooting through your nervous system left you impatient, unable to wander the ship’s halls any longer.

It was fine, you figured, gave you a chance to get a drink, cool your nerves a little. Sticking with the theme of green, you’d yelled over the line music for a midori sour, please, and even cracked a little smile at the cute bartender.

By twenty past ten, you’re still alone, no tour-guide in sight, and your glass is empty, a sole ice-cube all that remains. You order another glass, given him another smile, and return your eyes to the entryway as you sip back the taste of the dewy melon goodness.

The doors opened, your hopes rise and- a couple walks through the door, adorably dressed in matching jackets.

Another sip.

The doors open again, this time you watch as a few women walk in, party hats and bachelorette signs dripping off them.

Half your drink, gone again.

Two, three, four more times the door opens and you watch as strangers filter in and out, pretending you don’t notice the way some of their eyes linger on you, sticking out like a sore thumb.

It’s as you throw back the last sip of your cocktail, eyes catching the time- 22:36-, that you watch a grin overtake the bartender’s face.

The door shuts with a slam, buried beneath the layers of stomping feet across the dance floor and the twang of a country song, yet you hear it all the same, twisting in the stool.

A man stands by the entry, salt-and-peppered hair a little tousled and a scowl etched into his forehead. He moves like water, slipping through the cracks in the crowded bar with minimal effort. All the while, eyes seem to follow him, the occasional head turning in his direction. He spares no glances, to anyone.

Instead, he’s staring right at you.

And heading your way, frown and all.

There’s something in his face that feels familiar, and you swear that this is not the first time you’d stared into those eyes. Broad, scruffy facial hair, his irritation as some drunk girl slams into him so palpable, you almost taste it on your tongue.

You mumble something to the bartender, a request for another drink, a parched feeling stirring in your loins.

He’s inching closer, and closer, and closer- and, only as he’s a mere three bar stools away from you, do you realise who he is.

You’re in the way.

Signore Miller.

The rude man from the airport!

God, you can’t wait to see what this is about. He must recognise you, must feel the shame licking at his wounded ego, driving him to come over, apologise, beg for forgiveness to a stranger he unnecessarily berated.

“Look what the cat dragged in!” It’s not Signore Miller that speaks, nor is it you. It’s the bartender, arms crossing over his chest, smirk widening on his face. “Thought you said last season was your last!”

“You know me,” his eyes are still glued to you, an intense stare, even as he replies. There’s so little space between you now, you manage to notice the wrinkles in his flannel shirt. You choose to ignore the fact it’s green. “Ain’t no good at stayin’ away from the things I hate.”

“Wasn’t what you were saying at the staff party last year, Mr. Blubber-face. Took two whiskeys to get you crying ‘bout how you were gonna miss the cruising life.”

Another midori sour lands your way, yet you don’t even manage a single sip of it before he’s opening his mouth.

“Well look at you, all dressed up with nowhere to go,” his eyes still pierce into your own and, this time, it is you he’s talking to.

You’d have half the mind to throw your drink on him, if it weren’t for the fact you’re too busy taking a stabilizing gulp out of it, a sweetness to counter-attack his sour persona.

“Excuse me?!” You final sputter out, face burning too hot and pride too scorned to begin to feel even more out of place.

He seems unfazed by your outrage, turning away from you to acknowledge his friend behind the bar at last. “Do me a favour, Luke, don’t give her too much to drink.” Condescending tone perfectly intact, Signore Miller doubles down on your initial impression of him: an absolute asshole. “Last thing I need is to spend all day draggin’ around some prissy hungover diva.”

The man- Luke- scoffs back a laugh, shaking his head in bewilderment. “Quit teasin’ the poor girl, ‘fore she runs for the hills and ruins your five-star rating.”

An uncomfortable feeling creeps down your spine. It’s cold and alarming, and has your straightening your back, sitting a little tenser in your seat, realization rising in you like the dawn.

It can’t be.

He can’t be-

He’s stepping all in your space, face leaning down till his mouth is at the level of your ear. He doesn’t touch you, doesn’t even come close to it, yet there’s goosebumps littering your arms and hairs standing at the back of your neck.

Like touching a live wire, his proximity feels electric.

“Best be on that deck by 7 am, darlin’, or I’ll be dockin’ without ya.”

“Wait, you’re-”

“Joel, tourguide. At your service.” He’s pulled back, just to thrust his hand in your face. By the time you reach to shake it, he’s retracting it, that grating quirk in his lips moving higher up his cheek. “Oh, and do yourself a favour. Wear somethin’ a little more… practical. Santorini ain’t the place for dainty heels like those.”

You knock back the rest of your drink moments after he leaves, only to find Luke’s already placed a fourth glass at your side.

“Our little secret,” he faux-whispers, pressing a finger to his pursed lips. “Besides, you look like you could use it.”

Signore Miller.

Joel, tourguide.

Joel Miller.

He’s already making your trip unbearable, and it’s hardly begun.

+ extra hyde. sorry if that was a little boring it was a necessary part to get the ball moving, i promise chapter two gets right into it. again, updates to this fic happen every other friday! i'm bad at describing spaces, so if anyone is curious to know what reader's suite looks like, here are some reference pics:

taglist. @auteurdelabre

[the-kr8tor]

Another potion request I think you may enjoy brewing up (Using my second and last slot).

A few stalks of baby's breath, mixed with epsom salt poured into a ❣️. Billie and Ramona could be from an orphanage that hitched a ride on the boat, the same fate as you...apart from the fact they just wanted some fun and weren't running away, and have adopted both BDAS!Hobie and you as parents. Signed by yours truly -🐦‍⬛

QISJJWIWJS BDAS + TWINS REQUEST?!!!! At your service 🫡

Pairing: Pirate! Hobie Brown x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.6 k

Tags: use of Y/N sparsely, no specific physical description of the reader, Billie and Ramona AU, dad! Hobie, mom! Reader, Pirate AU, BDAS AU, CW food mentions, FLUFF!

A/N: hmmm I think every BDAS enjoyer should read this

Between the Devil and the Sea Masterlist

Katy's one year celebration 🎉

The twins jump around in glee, running off to the side of the ship to watch the anchor fall down with a loud splash. They've been your pride and joy the moment they fell into your lap, literally, they fell off the sail and into your arms one sunny morning and you've since become their adopted mother from then on. Hell, you've got the bump on your head to prove it from how you tumbled just to catch Billie in your arms while Ramona who's nestled in the crook of your arm watches you with wide, curious eyes. Hobie saved the day though, if not for him you'd have more than a bump on your head. It's safe to say that the girls fell into your arms and Hobie's.

It's been two years since then, they've grown from little five year olds who refuses to leave yours and the captain's side; to a couple of seven year olds who cannot stand still for even a moment while they run around the ship looking to annoy someone. Usually it's Ned or James, but today, the little ones prefer to watch as the beloved ship anchors down near a lonesome island.

You pop in next to them, arm snaking around their shoulders, chin placed on top of Billie's curls that you've personally braided for today. You're still in awe at how much they look like Hobie now, so much so that you've questioned Hobie where he was seven years ago and if he had relations during that time. To which he always (lovingly) jabs you with his chin above your shoulder, whispering in your ear, saying that there was nobody else. And he definitely has never been in the town where Billie and Mona’s orphanage once resided. You believe him of course, but you never miss a chance to tease him about it.

Maybe they're starting to look like him because his love for the twins are so strong that it's starting to show on them. You like that idea better.

The entire crew loves them too, Finn always makes whatever they want to eat even if he just cleaned up for the night. Because of the girls, there's always an abundance of chocolate and sweets on board, to which you couldn't complain about. Yuri teaches them how to climb up the crow’s nest, which was a scare to you at first. You or Hobie always wait down at the deck with arms out just in case. Because of Ned, they're an expert at sewing, you once joked to Ned that they'll replace him one day. He sulked the entire day, you had to give him a peace offering of Finn's finest wine after that. And if suddenly the girls have gone missing, they're almost always by Miles, Pavitr, and Gwen, who are all happy to babysit them. To which Hobie always takes the opportunity to yank you into the captain's quarters to hoard you all to himself.

“Are you excited?” You mumble into Billie’s hair, hand rubbing softly at Mona's shoulder where Billie accidentally hit her with a toy wooden sword just yesterday.

“Mm-hmm!” Billie nods enthusiastically, while her sister stares at the lush island a few miles away.

“It's so pretty.” Mona whispers in awe. She turns her head towards you with a smile. “Do you really think the treasure's there?”

“Of course—”

“The map never lies, cheese.” Hobie pops up from nowhere, sliding up next to Mona's side, winking briefly at you, you chuckle softly, hand already reaching for him. Mona looks up at him with admiration, giving him a wide toothy smile while her sister does the same. “It's just like what Miles said, he pinpointed exactly where it is.”

“Uncle Miles is a genius!” Billie screeches, Hobie meets your hand halfway, immediately cupping your hand behind the girls' back.

“He’s brilliant!” Mona happily jumps in place when Finn starts to uncover the dinghy boat from the side of the ship.

Hobie mocks offense, “what ‘bout me and Y/N then? We're the one who got the map for you two.” He's right, sort of.

You and Hobie made the map yourselves for the anniversary of the day they fell into your arms. You both worked day and night to perfect it, making elaborate riddles that made the red sail pirates bend over backwards to sail all over the south end of the country to where you and your captain laid ‘traps’ and more riddles that would lead to the ‘treasure map’ of their dreams. The crew was on board the entire time, but you've never anticipated how fast the girls figured all the riddles out. It took them less than a week to find the map when you and Hobie thought it would take at least three weeks. Now the so-called treasure hunt is finished early, a few weeks off the anniversary.

“Oh, you and mum helped too, dad.” Mona grins at you and then to Hobie. You can never get used to the titles, your heart always sings whenever they call you ‘mum’ or more sweetly, ‘mummy’. Hobie shares the same testament, he feels like dancing whenever they call him ‘dad’ or ‘captain dad’.

Billie stares at Hobie, you can tell that she's up to something. “Nah, you were little help, dad. Mum at least got us satchels for the treasure.” You hide your laughter over Billie's head.

Hobie gasps, chuckles poking through the act. “‘Little help?’” the girls giggle at his reaction. “‘Little help?!’” The laughter gets louder as Hobie wildly throws his long arms about. “Whose bloody ship brought you to all the places, huh?” With a heave, he scoops them in his arms, lifting them and carrying them over his shoulders. You wish you could capture the moment as your little found family plays around your home.

“Mummy's!” They both exclaim, shrieking happily. Hobie fakes another offended gasp, blowing raspberries on each of their sides while he slyly moves over to the raised dinghy.

“That is a crime against your captain!” He yells, raising them up above his head effortlessly while you watch on with the biggest grin. “What is the verdict, my dear medic?”

You tamp down a laugh, matching his acting. “Sounds like the punishment is thrown overboard, my cap'n.”

Hobie winks at you, the girls scream as their dad ‘throws them overboard’. Their eyes widen at the treachery, but Finn, who has been waiting in the dinghy with arms open, catches them without a hitch. You exhale properly once they're safe and sound in his big burly arms. You trust Hobie and his aim, but you don't trust the wind and gravity.

The girls kick about, while Finn is unbothered, watching the bundles in his arms. “Thank you for catching them, Finn.” You say, climbing down on the dinghy with Hobie's hand helping you down. He grunts in reply, releasing the twins back into your arms.

The girls clamber their way into your lap, sending death glares at Hobie who sits down across from you. Finn gets out of the boat, slowly letting the small boat down into the tides.

“What?” Hobie asks, acting innocent. Billie and Mona huff at him, tiny fists wrapped around your (Hobie's) leather vest. “I was just followin’ orders! Your mum delivered the verdict!” They turn to you simultaneously, you stumble on your words.

“Mum!” Their furrowed brows would be adorable but they have the same fire in their eyes that you sport when need be.

“Sorry?”

It was an awkward rowing for only a moment until you placate them with chocolates that you've hidden under the seat just for the occasion. They've forgotten about you and Hobie's transgressions the moment they bit into the sugary treat.

Billie's the first person to rush into the sandy beach when the boat reached the island. She grabs Mona by the hand, giddily bouncing up and down in excitement. Hobie pulls the boat inwards while you watch the girls count their steps according to the map in their hands.

You follow behind, hearing their little arguments as they get turned around in confusion. Hobie's arm snakes around your waist, face tucked into your neck, sighing as his shoulders relax.

“Hi,” you smile, craning your neck to peck at his temple. “What are you doing?”

“Sniffin’”

“Ah, continue on, captain.”

After a beat, with you and Hobie spectating the twins, Hobie mumbles into your neck. “Do you remember the first time we were on this island?”

You smile fondly, still following the girls as they walk inside the lush greenery. The familiar canopy shields you from the sun, Hobie straightens up, hand sliding down to hold your hand. “I do, some of it was bad, but it was mostly good I think.”

He squeezes your hand, “yeah? It was all worth it wasn't it?”

The girls finally stop in front of a pomegranate tree that has fully blossomed. They pause in awe before noticing the red ‘x’ beneath their feet. They take the little shovels that Hobie made, excitedly pulling it out of their satchels, digging immediately with a grin.

You sniff, meeting his grey eyes. “It was. It was all worth it.”

Hobie smiles, arms finding penchant on your hips, pulling you close until you're chest to chest with him. You cup his jaw, his stubble making you chuckle as you rub gently along his jawline. He moves his head down to press a kiss against your palm, eyes never leaving your own.

You lean closer, heart thrumming, lips brushing along his own—

“We found it!” Billie exclaims, while Mona dances around the wooden chest that you and everyone who loves and cares for the girls have prepared for them. You two move away from each other quickly.

“What are you waitin' for?” Hobie matches his girls' energy. “Open it then!” The second they're occupied, he pulls you back into his arms, giving you a chaste yet saccharin kiss that leaves you breathless, that reminds you of the first time he kissed you under the moonlight.

[tieronecrush]

hot & heavy

chapter nine: jesus christ 2005 god bless america

neighbor!joel x f!reader

series masterlist

series rating: E (18+ MDNI)

series summary:

over the course of three summers, joel miller becomes woven into your life. the first summer is spent falling for him; nannying his daughter and sneaking around with him in a burning love affair. you know how you feel about joel, he isn’t so sure about how it all is gonna work. the second summer is brief. a month spent at home after graduation and before you move to boston for your dream job. one look at you, one time hearing your voice, and joel is hooked again. he pines over you for that month, but you think — how is long distance of over a thousand miles going to work for a single dad? the third summer, you return home burnt out and pride bruised from your post-grad life. you need time to feel at home again, like your complete self, so you’ve come back home with no return ticket booked. it’s only a matter of time before joel seeks you out, slowly spending more time with you. without an inevitable end to the summer looming over you both, what chances are you willing to take?

word count: 9.5k

warnings: NO OUTBREAK (don’t need to worry about the mushies), no use of y/n, inexperienced reader, age gap (joel is 30/31, reader is 22), canon-divergent (sarah is 7 y/o), nanny au, pet names (sweetheart, darling, sweet girl, mariposa, etc.), polite southern manners, feeling familial and self-pressure, undefined relationship, small use of spanish cause joel is latino, pining joel, fingering, hand-job, dirty talkkk king joel miller, soft soft soft joel, sprinkle of possessive joel, Big Feelings, crying, mentions of depression diagnosis and symptoms, struggling with self, discussion of co-parenting, signing away parental rights, effects of that situation on children, major guilt form both of 'em, this chapter has some heavier angst than before!

a/n: they're baaaaaaack <333 my babies! it's 2005 and summer #3 is officially underway and i can't wait to share it with you all. thank you so very much to the bestie/cousin/sister wife/sweet, sweet gf @northernbluess for beta-reading this chapter, and for shouting about these two with me. enjoy y'all x

You can count on your two hands the number of times you’ve been able to talk to Joel over the last year. Sarah’s schedule going into third grade was much busier, his work picking up even more business and expanding. Your job was demanding — long hours, coming in early and staying late, rejection after rejection of ideas you excitedly pitched. By a few months in, you took the hint: you were there to get coffees, do the grunt work, fill in the gaps even if it wasn’t in your job description. It wasn’t that you had a problem with doing all of those things; anyone in the industry, basically anyone with a corporate job has told you that you have to do your time, climb the rungs of the ladder to get to where you want to be. But it’s hard to justify a job that has taken you away from the one place that feels like home, the people who make you feel loved.

It came in waves at first, that feeling of heavy limbs, slogging thoughts, the perpetual cinch of your chest as if you were going to cry, with no reason to. In summer, it was easy to blame it on homesickness, adjusting to a new city, or getting used to living with your new roommates. The leaves changing brought new symptoms: staying in over the weekends, curled up in bed with the TV playing cable reruns for 48 hours straight, the lull of sleep overcoming you at odd hours. But this was merely because the cold was creeping in, and the daylight hours were waning.

Joel called one winter evening; well, the Caller ID read his name, but upon answering the phone, you were quick to realize it was someone else.

“Hello?”

“Posey, you answered! Hi!”

“Hey, Sare-Bear. What’s going on?” You find the means to prop yourself up on your pillows, turning down the volume of the TV and curling your knees toward your chest.

“Not too much, I asked Daddy if I could call you and he said yes, so I did! I was sad you couldn’t be home for Christmas last month. Santa brought me lots of presents! Oh, and Daddy took me to Disney World with Uncle Tommy after Christmas before school started again!”

Sarah’s chipper voice is scraping nails against your heart, tightening your lungs until all you can manage is shallow breaths. You hold it together long enough to hear about all her presents and the Miller family trip before you hear Joel in the background, coaxing the phone from his daughter.

“Daddy says he wants to talk to you so I have to give the phone to him. Bye, Posey, miss you!”

“Miss you too, sweet pea,” you choke out, sinking further into your bed with eyes filling with tears. You should be overjoyed to be hearing from Sarah; instead, it fills you with a reminder that you have no idea when you’ll see her again, no clue how to try to make yourself love this place.

“Hey, Mari.”

The sound of his voice was syrupy, the drawl in his tone basking you in the Texas sun that you missed so. He was like the warmth of a bonfire, the summer breeze messing with your hair while you rode in his truck with the windows down. Hearing him was like sinking into his mattress for the night, a solid, weighted arm slung around you safely.

“Hi, Joel.”

“Gotta say thank you again for the watch you sent me for my birthday. I know, you’re going to say that I’ve already said it about ten times but I need to do it again 'cause I just like havin’ a reminder of you every day.”

“You’re welcome,”  your voice wavers slightly, and you make a quick attempt to recover with a deep breath.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

No, not now, you can’t break now, you have to make it through the phone call.

Your tongue sits heavy in your mouth, your ears growing hot and tears pricking your eyes in pain as you hold it all in. One sniffle comes over you before you can catch it, concern lacing the other end of the call.

“Hey, darlin’—Hold on.”

Muffled thumps of footsteps heading upstairs crackle through the phone, the creak and click of a door closing popping in your ear pressed to the speaker.

“Sorry, I had to come up to my room. Now, what’s wrong, darlin’?” Joel’s gentle, airy tone breaks the final splinter of the dam, emotion overflowing.

“I shouldn’t let it all get to me, but, work has been awful, like all I've done this week is get coffee and take minutes for meetings, which don’t even get used because they have someone that gets to actually participate taking the minutes. And—and I can’t seem to find my place. My roommates are way closer with each other cause they’ve been working together before and at the office, it’s so cliquey and everybody keeps calling my accent cute—“

Attempting to make you smile, Joel interjects, “It is cute, sweetheart.”

“Well, you can say that ‘cause you’ve got one too. They just call me ‘Texas’ or ‘Y’all’ cause I said it once in front of the group. These people are all from around here, from generations of East Coast families and they know all about life here and constantly try to one-up each other and I can’t do it, Joel. I can’t—It’s too hard. It hurts so much.”

You’ve fully got tears streaming down your face, your voice thick with phlegm, and sniffling from your runny nose. 

“Oh, my sweet girl…” There’s a strain in his voice too, covered with a stuttered clearing sound. “Mariposa, my Mariposa, you can do It. I know it’s hard, I know. And mean people don’t make the adjustment any easier, but remember you’re the bigger person. Kill ‘em with kindness, baby.”

“It breaks my heart to hear you’re hurtin’, Mari. But you can do it. You’re smart, beautiful, funny, tough…Are you—are you talkin’ to anybody, sweetheart? A professional?”

“No…” you confess meekly, embarrassed by your lack of effort.

“It’s okay, baby, that’s okay. Maybe we can find you someone, alright? Might help to get out of the house, go see them, talk to them. We’ll find you someone, Mari. Promise.”

“Joel, I don’t want you to worry about me. You don’t have to help me find—“

“I want to. I worry about you constantly, mi amor. It’s hard not to when half of my heart’s across the country.” Silence falls over the line, picking up your hand to wipe at your tears. 

“Thank you, Joel.”

“I love you, Mariposa. Always going to.”

That was the last major phone call you had with him. He did help you find someone, a therapist, to talk to. But through them, you had come to the decision that this life wasn’t for you; corporate bullshit was leaving you burned out and defeated, and it was cooking up an unstable environment that let your sadness and disappointment fester into depressive episodes.

After that discovery, the choice was made and you phoned your parents to tell them you were planning on coming home at the end of your first-year contract if they would have you. They agreed, of course, to welcome you back home for as long as you need.  

You couldn’t bring yourself to call Joel. Hearing his disappointment in your quitting would ruin you. And, you couldn’t blame him if he got a bit angry either. You ran off and chose this life, and when it turned out to be shit, you were running home with your tail between your legs at the first opportunity. He expected so much from you and was so proud of you for choosing your dreams.

You couldn’t bear to tell him about your failure. So you didn’t.

Arrangements were made in the next few months: a replacement roommate found, a letter of resignation submitted, a one-way plane ticket purchased.

Joel wipes at his forehead, standing in the middle of the job site he was working by himself. It was rare for him to really get his hands dirty these days; Miller Construction has grown tenfold since it started, a wider team built and Joel taking the helm as more of a manager and owner. He had a hand in every project, being the one to design and plan everything, leaving the execution to be led by Tommy and his employees.

This was a particular job, though, and one he wanted to make sure was perfect.

Your dad had approached him in early Spring, walking over while Joel mowed the lawn. He explained what he was looking to get done — the basement converted into a studio apartment, with a new bathroom and kitchenette.

Joel agreed to help with the task, and out of curiosity he asked why they were making the change. Usually, it was in-laws, but maybe it was to increase the sale value. Maybe they were planning a move?

He heard it and zoned out immediately.

You? You were moving home?

He wracked his brain for any mention of these plans from you over the last few months, but he came up short when he realized it had been a couple of months since the last phone call. Life had gotten so busy, evenings spent with lawyers and Sarah home every weekend, trying to adjust her to the new arrangement as best as he could. There was his own news he had to tell you, but couldn’t ever find the right time to reach out when he knew how stressed out you were. He remembered missing a call from you, but he completely forgot to return it. Were you going to tell him then?

The phone call he made to you that night went to voicemail, and he left one in hopes you would return a call or message.

“Hey, Mariposa… Hope you’re doing well, amor. Your dad, uh, he came over today and asked me for help on the house. They wanna make the apartment a basement and—shit you definitely already know all of this… Are you—are you coming home?”

He couldn’t stand how he sounded, on the verge of begging and filled with nerves, so the voicemail ended after he asked. You didn’t return the call.

Standing back looking at his handiwork, he takes a deep breath. He’s poured over the decisions for every detail, your parents entrusting him with the project completely. He matched the floors to the rest of your house, but the walls are a soft green, one accented with wallpaper he painstakingly installed that is patterned with lavender, marigolds, and hydrangeas — small butterflies hidden in the flowers.

At one side of the studio space, Joel installed the bookshelf he made by hand in his garage, the built-in coming up halfway on the wall, molding covering the surface, and stained a rich, medium tone that complemented the paint choice. He imagined your rows and rows of beat-up paperbacks filling the spaces, knickknacks strewn along the top.

Your furniture was moved down from your bedroom, arranged by your mom to fit nicely within the space. It feels like you’re already living in this space, the touches of you from your things and the new items he tried to get perfectly ��you’. A faint smile tugs at his lips, excitement trickling into his bloodstream and tingling all over.

You’re coming home.

The first day you were back, you didn’t leave your new room.

It was out of exhaustion, but mostly out of relishing in the new space, nearly brought to tears by the thoughtfulness of your parents. When they were showing you the new studio suite of yours, you couldn’t stop smiling, turning to your mom and asking, “How did you choose the paint color? And where’d you get the bookshelf?”

Your mom laughed, shrugging as she answered, “Believe it or not, Dad and I were so busy these last few months that we told Joel just to go wild! Well, not wild, but he made all the choices — only ran the cost by us.”

“Wait, Joel did this?”

“Oh yeah, did the whole thing for free labor, too. Stand up guy. Said he just wanted to help out a neighbor — and he did the whole thing himself too, none of his guys helped him. He did a great job, huh kiddo?” Your Dad gives you a grin, extending his arms as if showcasing the room you three were already in and poking around in.

“Yeah, he did do a great job. Guess I need to thank him…” You swallow hard and toy with your bedspread as you sit at the edge of your bed, one leg bent onto the mattress, “Thank you both for this and—and for letting me come home.”

“Hey, don’t sweat it, kiddo. We love having you here, always. You stay however long you need, princess.” At that, it was simply closed, your parents never pushing for more detail than you were willing to offer at the time; both gave you a kiss on your head and a tender hug before they made their way back upstairs, leaving you to begin unpacking.

A fresh set of eyes rolls over the space, the context that each choice was Joel’s, made for you, lighting up small details. The color of the wood he used for the shelves, the wallpaper covered in your favorite flowers and butterflies; what catches your attention is a frame set on the surface of the built-ins. You pick it up, free hand jumping to your chest as you study the content.

A drawing, signed in the bottom right corner by a “Sarah M.” It’s of a garden, lush greenery with an opening in the middle. Joel stands at one side, with dark hair and a scribbled beard, Sarah in the middle with her bouncy curls. On the other side of Sarah is a depiction of you in your sundress from the day at the butterfly garden last summer. The closest thing to a photo of the three of you.

Placing the frame back where you had found it, you hold back your tears, rubbing circles in your thumping chest as you look around the room for five things you can see, four things you can touch, three things you can hear, two things you can smell, and one thing you can taste.

At the third out of four things you can touch, your eyes fall to your bed, pink plaid poking out from between your pillows drawing you nearer. You pull out the shape from your bedding, coming face to face with the long-eared, stuffed bunny that you passed down to Sarah last year. Flopsy.

You curl the animal into your chest, squeezing it as you climb onto your bed and lie down. Bringing it up to your face, you inhale the smell of the Miller house, the smell of your previous summers. It calms your rapid pulse, each deep breath lulling you to sleep.

Somehow, despite being each other’s next-door neighbors, you’ve managed to avoid Joel and he’s avoided you for the last few days. It wasn’t like you weren’t thinking about him — no, you were constantly thinking about him. Driving past his house, walking past his driveway, every time you wake up in your room and are faced with all of what he did for you. 

But finally seeing him, talking to him, you were going to be faced with the reality of telling him that you couldn’t make it, even with all of his support. The thought of watching his face fall when you have to admit you moved across the country for what amounted to nothing, broke his heart for dreams that ended up being the opposite of what you wanted.

Joel avoided you, simply to give you some time to adjust and also, to skirt around the fact that he wasn’t there for you when you must have needed him the most. Plus, he had his own news to share with you, and he kept it in to keep you from worrying. He knew if he had told you then, when you were away, you would be on the next flight home to help him. He couldn’t make you do that, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to say no to you coming either. And now, he’ll have to admit all of this to you — to tell you that he kept this from you and watched your face fall into hurt.

This sunny Saturday morning, you’ve taken to walking door to door with all of the parents in the neighborhood, offering yourself to babysit or nanny to fill the summer while you figure out what you want to do with your life. Most were surprised to see you back home, but eager to take down your number, promising to reach out if they needed help. 

On your way back home, you’re on Joel’s side of the cul-de-sac, biting your lip as you get a view of his back in a white tee, shoulders straining as he stretches over the hood of his truck. He squeegees the front windshield, the truck covered in soap suds from him washing it.

As if feeling eyes on him, he turns over his shoulder to see you walking up. Completely turning around, he leans back against the hood, waving to you with a held-back smile. Joel eyes you in your cut-off shorts, licking his lips and humming to himself when he sees his navy t-shirt on you, the one he gave you last summer. 

“Now, Miller, I haven’t seen you wash that dirty ass truck once the past two summers. And now you’re out here in your little shorts and white tee as soon as I get back? Suspicious.”

On his driveway now, you stand a few feet apart, a bright teasing smile on your face. Joel can’t help but feel the familiar itch in his fingers, gripping the squeegee tighter. His butterfly is back in his stomach, stirring to life as its wings start fluttering at the sight of you, rising to his chest at the sound of your voice.

“Bit suspicious that this is the first time you just so happen to stop by to say hello, is it not, Mariposa?” he asks with a raise of his eyebrows, smirk tugging up one side of his lips and exposing his dimple.

“Wha—Oh, shut up. I was stopping by to offer to help you, for your information.”

“Oh yeah? Alright then, grab a sponge, sweetheart,” he nods to the bucket on the asphalt, tossing the squeegee into the grass. You pick up a sponge out of the bucket, ringing it out a bit before going over and starting to wash the other side of his car. Joel disappears around the side of the house, coming back with the hose running water to rinse the car off.

“Think you missed a spot, Joel,” you giggle, moving the sponge in circles.

“Y’know what? I think I missed a really big spot. Kind of on the other side by you.” He’s got a devilish smirk painting his face, mischief glinting his eyes in the sunlight. He stalks around the car, moving his thumb toward the end of the hose.

“Joel, don’t you dare…”

“What, darlin’? You look a little hot. Think you need to cool down.”

“Joel! Don’t, you shithead!”

In a last-ditch effort, you toss your sponge at his chest before trying to run away. It’s fruitless, shrieking as you feel the cold water spray at your legs. You turn around to face Joel chasing you with the hose, his thumb at the end to make the water pressure higher and shoot farther. It’s as if it’s raining, the water dripping from above; you cup your hands over your head, closing your eyes as you attempt to avoid the spray.

“Okay, okay! I've cooled down, please!”

All you hear is a laugh in response, the sound multiplying the goosebumps that the cold water has caused. With your eyes squeezed shut, you're blind as you run around the car, hitting directly into something solid, sturdy, but much softer than metal. A small ‘oof’ exhales out, one arm wrapping around you to steady you.

Opening your eyes, you see Joel with a wide, childish grin and a deepened dimple on his right cheek. The crinkles next to his eyes are showing and you can see the wet spot in his white shirt from the sponge hitting him.

“May I propose a treaty?”

“If it keeps you from spraying me with the hose, sure.”

He laughs again, sliding his hand across your back.

“You come over tonight and I won’t spray you again.”

“Hmm,” you hum as you consider it, eyes widening as Joel moves to get the hose on you again, “Okay, deal! Hose down, Miller!”

Happily, Joel throws the hose into the grass, tightening his arm in a half-hug. His lips as your ear, he speaks sweetly and kisses your cheek. “Good to have you home, Mari.”

You help him clean up the rest after he finishes rinsing the truck and shuts off the hose, lingering with him on the driveway.

He nods inside with a smile, “Someone else’s been waitin’ to see you if you wanna come in for a bit.”

“That would make my day. I’d love to see that someone,” you say through a smile, cheeks hurting from laughing and grinning for the past ten minutes.

Joel leads you inside, spotting Sarah on the couch. He walks ahead of you into the living space, heart swelling at the shocked reaction Sarah has to you standing in their house.

You are feeling the same — the ache in your bones from the last few months quells once you step foot in their house, limbs lightening when Sarah jumps off the couch and runs over, or well, runs into you.

“Posey! I can’t believe you’re back!” Sarah exclaims, giggling excitedly when you scoop her up into a hug and hold her flush against you. A kiss is pressed to the top of her head, a familiar scent in her hair from the product you use. You exchanged equally ecstatic greetings before she pulled you into the kitchen with Joel, sitting at the table to chat. Sarah sits across your lap, kicking her feet as she asks a million questions about why, how, what, and more.

You answer all of them, Joel interjecting for some as you explain to her that you’ll be here for the whole summer, at least, and that you’ll still be right next door.

Rubbing her back, you look down at Sarah with a gentle smile, “I have been meaning to come to ask you, sweet pea, but I found a mutual friend of ours on my bed when I came home. How did Flopsy end up back at my house? Did he get lost while your dad was working on my new room?”

“No, he isn’t lost! I know he’s there cause I put him there. I thought you might’ve missed him, and that he might make you happy and cheer you up because Daddy said you were missing home.”

Joel was unaware of the animal his daughter left behind, swallowing hard as she mentioned how he explained you were feeling homesick back then when you two had talked. His eyes are glued to you as he watches the emotions in your eyes, sadness flashing in them before you recover, visibly sitting up and the corners of your mouth tugging up into a gentle smile.

“He made me feel much better, sweet pea, so thank you. I can bring him back next time, okay?”

Sarah shakes her head firmly, making strong eye contact with you as she says, “No, you should keep him 'cause maybe you might need him while you get used to being home. He helped me get used to staying with Daddy all the time now, so I thought he could help you be at home again, too.”

You glance at Joel, who’s looking away from you now and toying with the edge of a placemat that’s laid out on the surface. Sarah turns her head, looking between the two of you before Joel clears his throat.

“Hey Bug, we gotta head out to get you over to Emily’s house for your sleepover tonight. Can you go get your bag from upstairs? And say goodbye to Posey.”

A quick hug and she is zipping off, leaving the two adults sitting at the table in a moment of silence. It’s Joel who breaks it again, looking at you with something unreadable on his face.

“You’re coming over tonight, yeah? I—I, um, I think we have some catching up to do.”

“Yeah, I think so too. I’ll see you tonight.” You stand up and he follows you to the door, taking your hand in his to pull you back as your hand reaches for the doorknob.

“It is really good to have you home, Mariposa. Feels like—I don’t know, life feels like summer again. I missed you.”

“I missed you too, Joel. I’ll see you tonight,” you lean in, stretching up to kiss his cheek before slipping out of the door and into your backyard. 

At sunset, you slip out of the sliding glass door, walking across the pool area and into Joel’s backyard. Climbing up his deck stairs, you reach his back door and knock, biting back a smile when you can see him approaching with a puzzled expression. He opens the door, looking at you through the screen with a brown raised.

“Back door? This a new thing now?”

“S’closer to my new room.” You shrug and knock your knuckles on the metal frame of the screen door. Joel nods for you to step back, opening the door and holding it for you to come inside, shutting it and the windowed, wooden door behind it. Turning around to you, he steps forward, snaking his arms around your hips. A soft smile peels apart his lips with a relaxed sigh, leaning some of his weight into you.

“Hi, Mari.”

“Hey, J.”

“You smell good,” he says, muffled into your hair, lips pressing a kiss to the side of your head, “And I like that nickname.”

A quiet giggle breathes out from your mouth, hands coasting up and down his biceps. He moves to tuck your head under his chin, swaying back and forth in the middle of his kitchen.

“Thought we had stuff to talk about?” You question, biting your bottom lip and making no move to unfurl yourself from his arms. This is what you had been missing so much, feeling his radiating warmth and care. His tenderness, his love.

“We do. But I get to just hold you first, darlin’. Been waiting too long to do this again.” Squeezing you closer, he tucks his chin in to lay his lips against the top of your head, fingertips ghosting up your spine. It’s at least two minutes before he moves, untangling himself from you with one last kiss on your forehead.

“Alright, mi Mariposa, how about we sit on the couch? You can go first, sweetheart,” his voice crackles in your ears, feeling the reverb in your chest from his low drawl. Hands at your sides guide you into the living room, letting go to allow you to sit down, Joel taking a seat next to you and facing you. “You wanna go first, Mari? S’alright if you don’t…”

“No, I do. I think I should at least…” You sigh and focus your stare on a stitched seam of the back of the couch, tracing it with your fingers as you begin to recount what brought you home, “I don’t know if you remember that one phone call we had in the winter, but it was after that, you helped me find someone to talk to?”

“I remember.”

“Well, I started seeing them weekly, sometimes twice a week, and it helped to be able to talk about everything, but there wasn’t too much I could do to help the situation I was in. My, um, my therapist diagnosed me with depression.”

Your voice was thick, phlegm building up as your emotions started to get the best of you, stare still unfocused from Joel. His hand lays over yours, pulling you away from the movement and to his face. There’s no judgment in his eyes, only concern and piety. Without any words, he slides closer to you, pulling your legs across his lap and slipping an arm around your back.

“And in our sessions, I wasn’t really getting much better with the tools she was giving to me, so we made a plan. It started with her asking me where I felt the most myself, the most comfortable, where I could work on everything without the added…stress of work and feeling isolated. And then it was a bit of a no-brainer to make arrangements to come home. And—and I meant to call you, I really tried, Joel. But I couldn’t bear to have to tell you that I—I failed and that I broke your heart for nothing. You believed in me so much, and I couldn’t do it. I left everything behind, left you behind and nothing came out of it. And I couldn’t bring myself to call cause I couldn’t hear your reaction. I didn’t know if you’d care if I came back. If you would be mad or disappointed…”

You exhale with a long breath, tears flowing freely down your cheeks while Joel’s fingers work to wipe them away as quickly as they fall.

“Sweet girl…My Mariposa, I am so sorry you went through that. I’m so glad that you weren’t alone, that you had support, but I hate that I wasn’t there when you needed me,” he swallows and holds you against his chest, “I love you, sweet girl, always going to. I knew you had to go because I knew you might’ve regretted it if you didn’t try, but, darlin’, mi amor, I could give two shits if you live some big corporate life if it doesn’t make you happy. That is all I want for you, Mari, and if that wasn’t what you had up there, then I want you to find it wherever you are.”

You sniffle and wrap your arms around his neck, both of you embracing each other tightly — so tightly you nearly can’t breathe, but it feels comforting, like a weighted blanket over your body and soul.

“Selfishly, I’m glad you came home. Missed you, my sweet girl, and ‘m always gonna be here for you. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there when you needed me, I should have been better, but there was just so much happening…” he admits, guilt and shame oozing out of his words and tone.

You pull back, brow furrowed as you hold the side of his jaw.

“Did something happen?”

“Um, yeah. Something did happen, in the spring…” he runs a hand over his face, sighing before he drops his forehead against yours, staying silent for a moment before sitting up again and gripping onto the fabric of your shirt.

“I have full custody of Sarah now.”

He watches as confusion falls over your face, melding into concern as he sees your thought process happening. He knows you’re thinking about Sarah, all of the little things she said earlier this afternoon must be clicking finally. The rhythm of his heart is racing, waiting for your questions.

“What? What happened? How? Are you okay, is Sarah okay?”

“It’s alright, Mari, I’m okay. Sarah’s adjusting. It was just sudden, and I had to scramble to get everything in order while also figuring out how to tell her. I really haven’t told her the truth, I c—I can’t do that to her…” His voice drops to a whisper as he trails off, eyes welling with tears of his own.

“Oh, J, babe, what happened? If you want to tell me, I’m here for you.”

He clears his throat, twisting the handful of fabric he’s got, “Tiff approached me after her last drop off when Sarah was inside the house, and she told me that…She basically said she met someone new, he was movin’ out of state for his job, and she wouldn’t be able to afford her child support anymore. I asked her what she was gettin’ at and she said, she said she wanted to sign her rights away. That she couldn’t do it all anymore.”

“I mean, I couldn’t bring myself to tell Sarah that—that her mom didn’t want to take care of her anymore. So I only told her that she would be gone for a while and that she would be staying at home for all her weekends for now. I don’t know what to do, baby. And it was all so chaotic, and I couldn’t call you 'cause I didn’t want to add to your stress with work and life up there.”

In response, you hold yourself around him silently, arms at his neck, straddling his lap and wrapping your legs around his waist like a koala in a tree. Joel relaxes into you, damp droplets soaking into your shirt and skin as he lays his head on your shoulder. All of his stress, his anxieties come out. He knows he should also be comforting you, for everything you’ve told him, but it’s like a door has opened and everything is piling out of him. He’s held it together for months now, his only person to talk to being Tommy, but he doesn’t want to burden his younger brother with all of his problems all the time.

Not that he wants to do that to you, either, especially with what you’ve been through, but at this moment, all he can think about is your touch, your warmth, your care.

“You could never be anything but an addition to my life, Joel. Even if it’s a problem, I want to help you solve it or be there for you while you work through it. ‘M here now, we both are, so we can get through our things together.”

At his next sniffle, he pulls away, staying wrapped up in you but sitting so he can see your face.

“Guess these last few months have been messes for both of us, huh?” You break the seriousness of the moment with your chuckle, sending Joel into a fit of laughter as he nods.

“Guess so. Might’ve been better if either of us called. Don’t think we’d be here right now crying.”

“That’s life though, isn’t it? At least ours. Miscommunication continually brings us back together. I think maybe we should quit that habit though.”

“I agree…” he smiles sweetly, eyes pouring adoration into yours, “All this talk about us, I guess my other question would be, what are we? I mean, you don’t have an end to the summer, right? So maybe we could—“

“Let’s give us a proper shot. No expiration date. We can just be together and see what comes of it, yeah?”

“Yeah, Mariposa, yeah. I would love that,” Joel leans in, catching your lips in a slow, syrupy kiss. It’s languid, stealing your breath and giving you his, melting your tongues together and sighing at the taste of you. He pulls back, ghosting his lips over yours with an infectious smile.

“So, is that it? Are you officially mine, Mariposa? Mi Mariposa es solo mi Mariposa (My butterfly is only my butterfly)?”

“Yours. And you’re mine, so don’t forget it,” you chuckle and he kisses you sweetly again, shaking his head as his nose fits against yours.

“Never going to forget that, are you kidding me? Hearing that automatically entered my top five best life moments.”

“God, you’re such an idiot…”

“Yeah, I am, baby. An idiot in love. A fool for you,” he laughs and tightens his grip around you, arms settling under your thighs as he stands from the couch, carrying you toward the stairs, “Also an idiot who’s getting to go to bed with the girl of his dreams. So, really, who’s an idiot now? Think I made some damn good decisions.”

“Can I take back my answer to your question?” You tease, shrieking when he drops you onto his bed, a smirk on his face as he shakes his head.

“No takebacks. Stuck with me now, Mariposa,” he climbs over you and kisses you again, deeper than before but as innocent as the giggly kisses you shared earlier.

“Good thing you’re a good kisser.”

“Yeah? Bet you know what else I’m good at, don’t you, sweetheart?” He sits back on his haunches, eyes dragging over you laying back on his bed, tongue poking out to lick his lips.

“Can I have you, darlin’? Pretty please?”

A hard swallow comes from your throat, crossing your arms over your stomach as you look up from the mattress to Joel.

“I want you to, but I’ve…I haven’t done anything since—“

“I understand, sweet girl. You wanna ease back into it with me, hermosa? We’ll go slow,” he watches you nod, pushing up the hem of your t-shirt to under your breasts, “No bra? Sigues siendo mi diablita, no? (You’re still my little devil, aren’t you?)”

As you sit up, he tugs the materials over your head, folding over to attach his lips to one of your already pebbled nipples. A whimper slips from your mouth, tangling fingers into his hair and arching into his mouth. He pays the same attention to the other side, soft moans filling the room.

Joel separates from you with a pop of his lips, grinning as he reaches for the back collar of his t-shirt and pulls it over his head. You happily sigh as you run your hands across his strong chest and shoulders, tickling your fingertips down his stomach as he watches you slip his shorts’ waistband down a few inches.

“Mm, I have an idea, sweetheart…You wanna try something we haven’t done before?” Joel kisses your lips before peppering kisses along your jaw.

“What d’you have in mind?”

“Take the rest of your clothes off, darlin’. ‘M gonna sit up at my headboard and you come sit on my lap, m’kay?”

You follow his instructions, licking your lips as you watch him stand and strip in front of you, his hard cock slapping against his stomach, leaking already out of need. He sits on his bed, head leaned against the headboard with pillows supporting his back. With your shorts and panties thrown into a heap with his clothes, you walk over the mattress on your knees, lifting one to the other side of his thighs.

“So beautiful, Mariposa. The most beautiful,” he sighs as he licks into your mouth, grabbing handfuls of your ass, “How did I get so damn lucky?”

“Could say the same thing about you, J. Pretty boy.” 

He chuckles against your lips, shaking his head. “Not as pretty as you, mi amor. Estás preciosa. Mucho más preciosa que cualquier flor o puesta de sol o estrella. La cosa más hermosa que he visto.”

“What does that all mean?”

“You are gorgeous. Much more gorgeous than any flower or sunset or star. The most beautiful thing I've ever seen,” Joel speaks softly, tenderness in his eyes as he brushes your hair away from your face. 

Heat spans across the back of your neck and up to the tips of your ears, heart pounding from the look he is giving you. It feels like it’s breaking down any facade you had left, completely exposed to him with the bashful smile on your face.

“I love you, Mariposa,” he punctuates with a stealing kiss, one hand roaming around to your front to slip between your legs. Two fingers collect your arousal on their tips, dragging some to your clit as you sigh into Joel’s mouth. 

“Now, ‘m gonna touch you, baby, and if you want, you touch me at the same time, yeah?” He pulls away from your lips, nudging his nose into your cheek.

“I want to, I really want to.”

His fingers move to your entrance, gathering more along his whole fingers before pulling from between your legs and wrapping his own hand around his cock. He gives himself a few long strokes, looking into your eyes.

“Think you can spare some for me, sweet girl? Got you fucking drenched from barely even touchin’ you,” he sighs contently, leaning his head back more, “Spit on it for me, baby, and use your own hand, m’kay?”

You nod, eager to follow instructions. Folding forward, you drop saliva onto his waiting cock, watching as it slips down the side and mixes with your slick. He takes his hand away and your own wraps around his base, starting slow and teasing strokes.

“Fuck,” he exhales, dragging it out as long as his sigh is, “Missed you so much, sweet girl. You’re my sweet girl now, aren’t you? Only mine.”

His fingers find your core again, slow circles matching the energy of your strokes. A whine slips out, brows scrunching as you attempt to move your hips to get more friction.

“Please, Joel, please. Want more…”

“You want more, mi Mariposa? You want me to fuck you with my fingers, hm?” At your rapid nod, he chuckles darkly, nipping at your neck.

“Gotta give me more to get more, sweetheart. ‘M aching for you, just giving you the same treatment.”

“Mean,” you breathe out, gasping as his thick fingers tease your entrance.

“You ain’t seen mean yet, cariño,” he kisses you again as he slips one finger inside of you, the pace of your hand moving faster when you get more of what you wanted. He groans, the sound muffled into your tongue as it flicks against his, the heel of his hand rubbing against your clit. You start to bounce your hips in rhythm with your hand, imagining his cock inside of you again.

With a lewd noise, he pulls away, shallow breaths fanning across your collarbone.

“Mm, that’s right, baby. Fuck yourself on my fingers while you stroke my cock.”

His voice makes you flood his finger even more, easily slipping another into you for a few strokes before adding a third.

“Feel full, sweet girl? Feel anything like my cock?” He whispers to you as you continue to ride his hand, moving your hips and hand faster.

“So full, J. Not as good as your cock, nothing ever is, but fuck—oh fuck! Feels so good.” Your eyes close tightly as the frays of tightly coiled rope start to break inside of you. Joel takes over as your body stills with stimulation, fucking his fingers into you quickly with wet noises while his own hips move under your grip to fuck your hand.

“Come for me, my sweet girl. Let me feel what I’ve missed about this pussy. Still mine, isn’t it?”

“Yesyesyes, Joel! Oh my god, fuck I’m coming!” You open your eyes as the last fibers of the rope snap, pleasure radiating over every nerve while he continues to move under you and inside of you. The aftershocks of your orgasm fade as he whimpers in front of you, shots of warm cum coating your hand and his stomach.

“Oh fuck, Mari…” Joel picks his head up and looks at you with a breathless laugh and smile, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips as he pulls his fingers out of you.

“I love you, my girl. Mi Mariposa. Let’s get you cleaned up and get to sleep, yeah?” 

Slumber reaches the edge of your vision, drooping your eyelids as Joel guides you to his en-suite, washing your hands for you before washing his, and wiping a warm cloth between your legs. He peppers kisses to your head, shoulders, and neck as he does it all, whispering sweet nothings as he pulls you back into his bed.

“Night, Mari.”

“Night, J…Mm, before I forget, we’re getting you new sheets tomorrow. No more navy, you’ve got a girl in your life now.”

He laughs, kissing the top of your head and holding you closer to his side as he exhales, “Sure thing, my sweet girl. Can’t have all the other ladies I randomly bring up to my room think I don’t have a woman in my life, Mariposa.”

The tone is overly sarcastic and you flick his chest half awake.

“It’s not for other women to know, it’s so I don’t feel like I’m with a junior in college. Makes you look like a frat star.”

Joel laughs louder, your head shaking with his chest moving and a smile turning your lips up, before he calms himself and strokes your spine, “Okay, okay, it is the task for the morning. We’ll pick up Sarah and head to…”

“HomeGoods.”

“Alright, HomeGoods it is. Now sleep.”

Sarah darts ahead of you both as Joel holds the door open, beelining in her Strawberry Shortcake pajamas to the first open booth she sees. Easily sliding into one side, she moves toward the wall as you two approach, patting the spot next to her.

“Posey, come sit with me!”

With a smile, you take the offered seat and look over to Joel as he settles in on the opposite side, shaking his head as he gives Sarah a playfully hurt face.

“You don’t want me to sit next to you, Bug?” he pouts.

“I wanna sit with Posey 'cause I always have to sit with you when we go places. It gets boring.”

You laugh loudly and cover your mouth when you get glares from other customers, Joel’s jaw drops for a moment before he looks at you and starts laughing as well.

“Never lose your honesty, mija.”

Sarah doesn’t seem phased by her dad’s response, moving to sit on her knees in the booth and look over the kids’ menu. Reaching up, you fluff her curls, smiling at her when she turns to look at you.

“How was the sleepover, Sare-Bear? I see you got some tinsel in your hair, it’s very pretty.”

“It was fun, but I kinda missed my stuffed animals and my own bed. I wanna have a sleepover at our house, Daddy,” Sarah looks up from the menu and to Joel, awaiting an answer. With one look at Joel, you can see the idea makes him nervous, having a handful of young girls to entertain for a whole night as a single dad. Sarah is one thing, she’s his and he can handle her attitude or boredom, but with other kids, he isn’t so sure he has a lot of tolerance.

“Um, I’m not sure, Bug. Can I think about it?” he asks with his brow furrowed, reaching across the table to nudge her arm with a smile. Sarah sighs and sits back, clearly disappointed in her father’s answer.

“Well, what about if you had a sleepover with me? I would be honored to be invited over. We could watch movies and I could do your hair or your makeup. We could paint our nails — a whole girls’ night. Plus your dad,” you turn back to Joel with a grin, winking as he chuckles.

Sarah immediately perks up, grinning wildly and bouncing in her seat, “You would come over for that, Posey? I want to have a sleepover with you. Please, Daddy, please can Posey come over?”

Joel gives you a knowing look, the secret shared between you two not living on for much longer, and he nods with a grin, “Sure, Bug. Posey can come over and stay whenever you want.”

Breakfast is filled with conversation about what you could do at said sleepover, making plans for movies, and going to the drug store to get some new nail polishes. Joel orders for the table so you can stay engrossed in conversation, and he can’t help but put a hand to his chest as he observes the two of you talking like you are best friends, despite the nearly twenty-year age difference. You treat Sarah like your own, and he reminds himself to thank you for that, someday.

When the chocolate waffles are set in front of you and Sarah, and a typical two eggs, toast, and bacon meal is laid in front of Joel, the conversation slows. After taking a sip of water, Joel faces Sarah, sharing one quick glance with you.

“So, mija, do you remember last summer when you were telling me about those classmates of yours that were boyfriend and girlfriend and they spent recess together?”

“Yeah, Luke and Katie. They are not boyfriend girlfriend anymore,” she says with an exasperated sigh, taking another bite of her waffle.

“Well, that’s too bad…Anyways, Bug, d’you remember what you told me when Posey was moving away? Like what you told me I should ask her?” You forgo your breakfast for a moment, sipping your water and darting your eyes between Joel and Sarah. She seems perplexed for a minute, tapping her chin as she thinks back in her young memory.

“I think I remember, Daddy. Why?”

Joel adjusts in his seat, clearing his throat — he’s never had to have this type of conversation with Sarah. Every woman he dated before had never gotten to this point, and after over two years of this back and forth with you, over a year of being head over heels for you, he knows it’s appropriate and that it’s time and that this is going to last until the end. If everything goes, well, how he is hoping it will go, this will be the only time he has to have a conversation like this with Sarah.

If only he knew how you were just as nervous, clammy hands gripping your condensation-covered plastic cup tighter and looking over at Sarah. Sure, she loves you, but that is as her nanny. As a family friend. Would she change her opinion if you were dating her dad? Your mind told you that you couldn’t be sure despite the way your heart was yelling at you to tell you that it would be all fine.

“I was askin’ you all this 'cause I have a big question I wanted to ask you. It’s okay to be honest, princess, I want you to know you can say whatever it is you feel, yeah?” Sarah nods in confirmation, encouraging Joel to continue, “What would you think about Posey being my girlfriend?”

“Is she your girlfriend, Daddy?” Her head whips to the side, curls bouncing as a grin grows on her face, “Are you Daddy’s girlfriend?”

The younger Miller volleys her gaze between you and Joel, eyes widened with her brows raised as she sits up eagerly. You make eye contact with Joel, nodding to him with a gentle smile.

“Yeah, mija, Posey’s my girlfriend now. Can you believe she said yes to your silly dad?” He teases and can’t help but laugh along with her as she giggles excitedly, the infectiousness of it bringing out a laugh from you.

“I’m so excited! Wait, so that means Posey is gonna be hanging out with you lots of times? And she’ll be at our house and can play with me?” Her tiny arms wrap around your bicep closest to her, leaning into your side. You drop your head onto hers and both of you look over at Joel.

“As much as Posey wants to come over, we’d be happy to have her, right Bug?” He smiles sweetly at you, holding your eyes for a lingering moment before Sarah pipes up again.

“Well, you can’t take up all the time Posey is over, Daddy, ‘cause I want to hang out with her, too.” Her arms tighten possessively and you chuckle, shaking your head.

“No need to worry about that, sweet pea,” acting as if you’re sharing a secret with her, you lean in, “Don’t tell your dad, but I think we’ll hang out the most.”

Sarah giggles at your joke, leaning back in the booth and letting go of your arm. Joel’s daughter starts to list everything she wants to do this summer, now with you instead of only her dad, and you look up to face Joel for a moment. He shrugs and smiles at you, reaching over and stealing a bite of your waffle. At your gasp, he chuckles and grins smugly, chewing the swiped sweet.

“Hey, Daddy, that’s not very polite,” Sarah reprimands, turning back to her food.

“I was makin’ sure it wasn’t poisoned, mija, just like I’m going to make sure yours isn’t too,” he takes the same from her plate, and in retaliation, you reach over and grab a piece of bacon, splitting it in half and giving one to Sarah.

“Hey! I don’t have that much bacon, y’all have massive waffles.”

“Sharing is caring. That’s what you always say to me, Daddy.”

“Yeah, J, sharing is caring. Can’t give the lesson if you can’t follow it.” You playfully stick your tongue out and Sarah imitates it, too. Joel sighs and shakes his head, leaning back in the booth.

“Is the two of you teaming up on me gonna be a thing now?”

“Yeah,” you answer at the same time as Sarah, the three of you laughing with each other.

It was bold to come to a HomeGoods on a Sunday, all of the aisles packed with people browsing on this relaxing weekend, stowing away in the air conditioning before venturing to the other stores in the commons. Sarah grips your hand, poking around the shelves while Joel stands behind you, a hand on your waist to keep you close.

The aisle filled with sheet sets is finally discovered by the three of you, excusing yourselves to the center of the aisle past a few fellow shoppers, looking up and down before facing Joel.

“Alright, your choice. Anything but plain ol’ navy, please.”

Joel’s eyes follow the same path that yours had, combing over the options before shrugging and staring down at you again.

“You choose for me.”

“Okay, that is not the point, it is still your room and your house.”

“I made choices for your room for you, sweetheart, you choose for me now,” his timbre rings in your ears as he presses his lips into the side of your head, fingertips rubbing circles in your lower back. Sarah wanders off down the aisle and Joel calls out a warning to stay where he can see her, waiting for you as you peruse the options. After some consideration, you select a thin pinstriped set and a plain white one, holding the sets against your chest.

“What d’ya think of these? Like either of ‘em?” Joel checks them out, shrugging and smiling.

“Both look great to me. You wanna look at anything else, mi amor?” He leads you out of the aisle, taking the sets and holding them under his arm. Pursuing the store, the three of you weave around aisles, checking out some other things. Sarah excitedly runs ahead to explore the kids’ section, drawn in by glitter, sequins, and bright colors. Joel takes your hand with his open one, nodding to some furniture on display.

“D’you like any of that?” You hum, turning your attention to him when you hear his question, following his gaze to the mix of pieces. Shrugging, you squeeze his hand and grab his bicep with your opposite one.

“The chair’s nice. Personally, I prefer my handcrafted, artisan bookshelf though.”

Joel scoffs and laughs a bit at your descriptors, “M’glad to hear that, the amount of splinters I got for that thing was brutal.”

“There’s literally blood, sweat, and tears put into it then,” you tease, continuing to scan over the goods, “None of this compares to a Joel Miller original.”

“I mean, thank you, sweetheart, but I do want you to feel at home with us. I’d get whatever you liked—well, maybe not something I could make 'cause it’s less expensive for me to just do it, but I want you to have a hand in our home. Make it as much of your space as it is ours.”

“I do feel at home with you both cause it’s the two of you. I mean, I didn’t really feel completely at home until I was at your place. The drawing from Sarah and Flopsy and the fact that you built my studio for me made me feel so much more comfortable, but it was like something really settled when I saw you.” 

“Y’know, I like having little reminders of you every day, darlin’. Bedsheets, stolen bites of waffle, the stuffed animals on Sarah’s bed, my watch from you,” he lifts his left wrist to show off the round face with the army green band, kissing your cheek, “And I want whatever you are willing to give me, even if it is just those tiny moments. I would be content with that for the summer; no matter where you decide to end up, I’d cherish all the small things with you.”

Looking up at him, you give his hand a gentle squeeze, “Think we both know what I’m gonna decide, J.”

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[the-prosecutor-siblings]

🎵-“You really think this is a good idea?”-

”Felix you have a lot of questionable ideas but this? This is just bad-“

“C’mon miles! It’ll be fun! Looooooads of people have questions for us!”

“This is a foolishly foolish idea.. but- I do suppose we can take a few questions”

three prosecutor siblings! On the one blog! This’ll sure be a handful-

-(🎵 this blog is based on an au I have with @m3l0dy0 (she will be making a blog for nick, trucy and her oc!) the basics about this au (my side of the blogs) miles has a biological little sister (Felix), wrightworth and franmaya are cannon and it’s also heavily headcannoned! Those head cannons are Miles egdeworth is a Trans FtM male (he-him) , franziska is a cis bi female (she/her) and Felix is a cisgender lesbian female (she/her) . Other things are , miles and phoenix are married and along with trucy , Apollo and all the other many “adopted” children they also have another kid that they named Gregory in honour of Miles’ dad, Gregory is currently 8 years old. If you have any other questions about the au just ask mod! (Me) 🎵)-

Felix Wiki! ooc: hi hi! I’m @squ3akerp33ker I own @askspiritsnsuch , @ask-the-antags@askkabru@ask-the-greatest-thief @ask-squeak-and-the-ocs @ask-the-spirits-gal @ask-the-mafia-boy @ask-saiki-k This blog goes by a few small rules, no nsfw and keep it kind! Evil characters are allowed but nothing downright mean!

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@ask-the-spirits-gal

@ask-the-greatest-thief

@ask-the-lesbian-judge

@ask-the-prettiest-princess

@hystericaly-laughing-at-you

@a-super-great-wife

-(MORE ABOUT THE AU)-

soooo this is gonna be like super super messy ahh😨😨😨 anyway so in this au miles has another (biological) sister named Felix (she’s the same age as Franziska) soooo this starts pre-dl6 sorta when miles met phoenix and larry. (Dead-Name miles) was always sorta a more formal Tom boy I’m yk what I mean? Short hair and little blazers ;) gregory had no issue with it and sorta just assumed he had a Tom boy daughter until she started calling herself whos now himself, miles (supportive dad gregory🫡🫡🫡) anyway fast forward to dl6 on the day of dl6 miles was like really scared obviously and Felix being really young couldn’t really do anything to console him being young herself and also very scared (this comes back into her character lore later 😈) but yeah anyway Felix and miles are taken in by Manfred. Around when Felix is 15 she stops giving two shits too Manfred finally coming to her scenes and sorta realising he was a jerk- and for a good few years she tries to get miles to join her in cutting him off but miles is still sorta attaching to him (trauma bonding~👌). The whole bratworth era is the same as cannon except Felix’s there too ig? Oh and also bratworth and feenie are sorta having an on and off😭 (fast forward to aa1) after the main events of the game miles and phoenix have a one nighter before miles ghosts him and most other people besides Felix and Katherine (Felixs girlfriend and my friends oc also this is where it gets a little ⭐️freaky⭐️) the whole time where miles is gone is much longer in this au since that one nighter resulted in gregory jr 🫡- so yeah for the year miles was gone he was in England either extremely depressed and sick or taking care of a baby , for half of the year miles was in England Felix was still back home along with Franziska going up against phoenix (and definitely taking out a bit of anger on the sonic hair lookin ah man 🙂‍↕️ since like because she couldn’t be there for miles during dl6 she’s basically made a promise to herself that she would never let that happen again, also she just kinda dislikes wright) . And for the other half she was in England along with Kathy trying to be #supportivesibling to miles. Felix had planned to go back from England when the whole maya kidnapping trial started but she got attacked outside of the courthouse after only one day of the trial. (Another fast forward to beenix era). Miles had been keeping Gregory jr a secret for a while now successfully though he did almost tell on himself a few times. After phoenix got back into being an attorney miles was pretty torn on if he should tell him or not but after a long ass bit of persuasion from Felix , verity and Kathy he finally told phoenix about gregory. At first phoenix didn’t really take the news well but after a while he opened up to the idea and him and miles started talking again eventually they started setting each other and after a few years they got married since I’m a sucker for happy endings and middle aged man yaoi🫡🫡🫡- but yeah my little brain is running dry for ideas

[sweetlikesunflowersandhoney]

1. Fairytale

From the june prompts. Set in the "accidental baby acquisition" au.

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For a decade, Anetra did not have a semblance of a sleep schedule, and that was how she liked it. She made her own hours, she was her own man. It meant she could go out in the middle of the week and get fucked up, then sleep it off until past noon and wake up fresh as a lettuce, knowing she had all night to catch up on work. That was the life.

And now here she is, eleven pm and exhausted already, struggling not to fall asleep in her baby sister’s tiny bed, again. It’s so bad for her back.

“Milena, please, it’s way past your bedtime.”

“I’m uncomfortable,” Milena complains, tossing and turning under the sheets.

She’s already asked for a glass of water, an extra blanket, a story, but nothing’s working tonight.

“Alright, wanna read another book?” Anetra attempts, rubbing her eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose. “Goodnight Moon? The Very Hungry Caterpillar? The Cat in the Hat?”

Milena shakes her head at all the options. She’s quickly getting bored of the small collection of books she has, since they need to read at least two every night before she can fall asleep. Anetra should take her to a bookstore soon. That would make a good Saturday. God, she’s gotten so lame.

“Can you tell me a story? A new story.”

“What kind of story? A fairytale?” Milena nods and turns to face Anetra, expectant, curling her hands under her cheek.

“‘Kay. Hm.” Her eyes keep closing on their own. “Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there was a princess– no, a queen, ‘cause she had a crown and stuff.”

“Princesses have crowns,” Milena informs her.

And then, Anetra feels tiny hands and feet dig into her body as Milena climbs over her to get down from the bed and go to her costume trunk.

“No, Mile, it’s late, buddy, it’s bedtime,” Anetra says, sitting up. “Come lay down.”

Milena obeys, like always, but she managed to find a tiara and she puts it on as she goes. Anetra sets her in bed again, but then Milena can’t lay down comfortably with the plastic tiara, and when she tries to take it off, she finds it got tangled in her hair and it hurts when she pulls on it. Anetra tries but doesn’t fare better, and Milena’s almost at the point of tears when Sasha appears on the doorframe like she knows she’s needed.

“What’s going on, girls?”

“I can’t take it off,” Milena explains in a wobbly voice.

“Oh, baby.”

Sasha sits at the foot of the bed and reaches for Milena, who immediately leaves Anetra’s side for Sasha’s. Quickly and painlessly, Sasha detangles the tiara from Milena’s hair without pulling on it once. Just another item in the long list of evidence that Sasha is magical in Anetra’s head.

Sasha kisses the top of Milena’s head and they get her under the covers again.

“Can you stay until I’m asleep? Netra’s going to tell us a story!”

“Really?” Sasha asks with too much mirth.

Anetra rolls her eyes and pats the bed, and Sasha lays down so that Milena is in the middle. Her fingers thread through Milena’s hair, and Anetra starts the story again.

“Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there was a queen with a crown– though princesses can have crowns, too,” Anetra corrects herself before Milena does.

Milena nods approvingly and scoots back into Sasha’s arms, finally relaxing.

“The queen was beautiful, with dark hair and green eyes, and she gave the warmest hugs.” Anetra waits for Sasha to catch on and give her that bashful smile she loves so much. “She also had the prettiest smile.”

Sasha shoves her shoulder for that one, then goes back to playing with Milena’s hair. The queen in the story goes through odd adventures and befriends forest creatures and engages in general queen-ness, and by the time she gets her true love’s kiss, Milena is sound asleep.

“Do you wanna stay over?” Anetra whispers to Sasha on the other side of the pillow.

“I don’t know…”

“Come on, it’s late. You take the bed, I’ll take the couch. You need to sleep on a mattress, old lady.”

“Oh, and you think you’re chicken? Who’s the one falling asleep before midnight?”

“The same person who got woken up at six by a tiny creature staring at me from my bedside. I almost had a heart attack.”

Sasha muffles her giggles on the pillow, and Anetra thinks she couldn’t even dream up a queen more beautiful than her.

[silent-raven13]

Riri, your papa is here

(Au: Omegaverse. Miles and Hobie went through a break up before having their first child)

Hobie got up the steps knowing that he's late, he knows he needs to come on time. He knows it. Work had held him up, so now he has to find a way to schedule his work hours with his schedule for his child. With a simple knock at the door, the door quickly spun open revealing his ex-partner.

Miles stood with one hand on his hip with a disapproval frown on his face, those big doe like eyes still get Hobie's heart going even after all these years. "You're late."

"I know. I know. Work held me back... Umm, where's Riri?" He finally asked, he didn't want to talk about his tardiness.

"Hobie, we agreed on this schedule because you said it works for you." Miles said in a serious tone, then sighs, "Look I get your trying to make a good living, but talk to your boss about your hours because I'm not-" Hobie quickly cut him off, "I know. I will. Just work being busy. Now, where's my-" Then Miles' bubbly husband came by the doorway, "Is that Hobie?"

"Yes, bae. It's Hobie." Miles said to his Alpha.

A buff Indian American Alpha with a thick clean cut beard pop behind his Omega with a big smile on his face, "Hobie, my dude! What is up!"

"Hey, Pav." Hobie gave him a simple hello, it's not like they're close friends. Pavitr always been a friendly person.

"Hahaha, so you're late, do you know that? Riri is waiting for you in the living room." This time Pavitr's said in a semi-bubbly tone with a bit of serious expression. "You know, you can't be late. I don't care if you're late or not, because I get to spend time with my little princess, but this is more important to Riri than me and Miles."

"I know! I know! Look, I'm trying. I'll talk to my boss, anyway can I have my kid?" He really wants to get out of there.

Miles sighs, "Riri, papa is here!"

"Alright!" Riri a four year old girl that has both resemblance of her parents, she happily carried a Disney Princess backpack filled with her fun activities for the weekend. Her hair in a beautiful bread with colorful pink beads, and cute princess shirt with mint pants and light up shoes. Her heterochromia eyes gleams, "Hi, papa!" She rushes over to hug him.

"Hey, lovely. Come here and give your papa a hug." He picks her up to kiss her forehead, "You been good?"

"Yeah, daddy and appa said we'll go to Disney World for the summer if I'm super good at daycare!" She happily said.

"Oh, is that right?" The punker glances at Miles, he didn't know about that nor did he agree his daughter going on a trip. What about his custody to her?

Miles crosses his arms, "We're talking about it, Hobs."

"Yeah, don't worry, bud. You're welcome to come, bring your wife too!" Pavitr happily said, "and ya'll son, Manny."

"Easy, bae. We were just talking about it." Miles pointed out.

Riri frowns, "But you guys promise me, I wanna go to Disney world!"

"We'll talk about it later, love." Hobie said, "Right now, you'll enjoy the weeknd with me, and Mindy and your little brother Manny."

"Manny just sleep, poo and eat." Riri tilted her head being confused, she only watches the baby being snug with his mom.

"Because he's a baby, lovely." Hobie said to his kid.

"I guess." She had that Hobie Brown honesty. "He just lays there and fart."

Pavitr giggles, "Princess, don't be mean. He's your little brother. You need to be a big sister to him."

"Hehe, okay appa." Riri kisses her stepdad on the cheek giving him a hug.

Miles smiles at the two before turning to find his ex-boyfriend rolling his eyes at Pavitr. This pissed the twenty nine year old because not many Alphas would want to be with a 'touched' Omega, especially one with a strong Alpha descendants. Pavitr being the most sweetest understanding Alpha had love Riri like it was his own. So seeing his ex-boyfriend disapproval his husband is pissing him off.

"Anyway, we'll best be going. Say goodbye, lovely." Hobie said.

"Bye bye daddy, appa!" She waves at them.

"Bye, mi vida." Miles went to kiss his daughter's cheek. "Be good to mama Mindy and your little brother."

"Okay!" Riri nodded.

Hobie began walking off having his daughter in his arms, they headed to the bus. The ride to his place wasn't far, only about twenty minutes depending on traffic. Always that fucking New York traffic.

When he got home, his wife, Mindy already gave a bottle to their son Manny. The baby burps before sitting on the couch with a baby pillow to support his back while watching Sesame Streets.

Mindy turns to find her husband coming in, "Hello, Riri. How's it going, sweetie?"

"Good. A bit exhausting." Her dad set her down so she can start putting her jacket and boots away. It was a semi-cold day, with a bit of breeze.

Hobie chuckles, "I'm the one that carry you most of the way."

"But I have to sit on the bus, papa." She giggles being in her casual outfit and rushes with her backpack to the living room, "Hi, Manny!"

Manny looks at her then made grunting sounds. "Is he pooping?" She asked.

Mindy giggles, "Maybe. He just had his lunch." She went over to pick up her son, "Oh who's a stinky baby? You are. You are." Her Omega scent smelled like gentle sweetness of milk and honey. It's a scent Hobie loves from his wife. Sadly, and he would never tell her the real reason why he loves her scent, because it reminds him so much of his ex-partner.

Even though the two ended on a terrible note, he still cares about him, love him still. Their relationship was never on a good time, it always felt like wrong place, wrong timing, nothing seems to go their way. Now, all it's left of them is being coparents to their daughter.

Hobie knew he shouldn't think too much of the past, he knows part of their failed relationship was him not being ready to commit when they needed to. One biggest hint is Riri, when Miles got pregnant, the punker didn't want a baby or the marriage life. His band at the time was being popular, slowly starting up.

Miles wanted them to be serious, which was too fast at the time. Not to mention, they were on and off from a previous fight about so many things.

In the end, Hobie and his band didn't get famous in the way they hope, thus the end of being a rockstar. And the break up with Miles, too. So, he's a producer making music for anyone, that's how he met Mindy with her beautiful gospel voice.

When Riri was born, Hobie came to see her and fallen for her. Miles had hope for him to commit, but he couldn't forgive Miles for saying petty shit from their break up. It was best to leave it as it is. Petty fights, petty custody battles were filled with hurt and pain from their break up.

He wanted to break up....

The punker wanted to wait or express his freedom a bit more. Somehow they were able to maintain their feelings at bay, slowly being more friends for their daughter.

Riri began coloring as she watches Sesame Streets, "Papa, daddy doesn't like you, huh?"

"What makes you say that?" Hobie asked.

"I dunno. You two always look at each other weird... like mad."

"Nah, it's just sometimes papa isn't following what daddy says and it's my fault."

"Did you love daddy before?"

"One point I was, but we're good friends." He arched his eyebrows, "Why did ya ask?"

"I dunno. it's hard to believe since mama Mindy is so sweet and you love her a lot. You hold her hand, kiss her cheek- and with daddy, you two fight a lot."

"Yeah, we always did." Hobie sat on the couch, "Believe it or not, we never fought like that."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, we use to sing, dance, have fun. Now, your daddy is all about being mean and strict rules. Don't tell him, I said that."

"I won't." She giggles.

"Did you ever wish for us-" Riri shook her head, "Nope. You two always look sad together and that makes me sad. I like it when you two are happy."

"I see." Even his baby girl sees that the two weren't meant to be. They weren't off on a good note. "Well, one thing we know is that me and your daddy love you so much. We'll always try to make you happy."

"Hehe, I love you, too, papa."

Normally the weekend is Riri enjoying fun times with her papa like going to the park with the family, eating pizza, and watch movies. Sometimes they play fashion outfits or she's in her own world talking to Manny. The baby boy can only listen to Riri's stories about Spider-man or barbies.

When she return home, she saw her daddy waiting out the door of their home with one hand on his hip. Miles welcomes her back.

"How was it, honey?" Miles asked.

"Good. Super fun. Manny gets scared of his own farts." She giggles.

"Haha, that is funny." Miles let his daughter go off to her room with her things. "And I need to talk to you." He said to his ex-partner.

"Oh yeah? What am I getting blamed for this time?" The punker sarcastically asked with a snort.

His ex glares at him, they step outside of the front door, Miles shut it. "Why are you always pissed off at me?"

"What?"

"You got annoyed with Pav for being sweet to Ri!"

"Pfft, be for real, Miles. That was Friday! Let it go."

"No, because you always get annoyed with my husband! I never treat Mindy that way."

"Okay, you wanna know why, so bad?" Hobie threw his hands in the air, "You and him are making plans without telling me. Disney World? Over the summer? I wanted to take her to London to know where I come from and you basically run that mouth off saying no, she's too young or she's not ready or you don't think I'm responsible."

"This is Disneyland, and we were just talking about it."

"No! Don't give that shit. Pav basically made a promise with Ri so now ya'll obligated to do it."

"Look, Pav was trying to teach her that being-" Hobie cut him off, "No, don't give me that. It's always something so innocent but when I pull the same shit, you bitch at me."

"Excuse me," Miles scowls, "What da fuck you think your talking to? You better tone that mouth of yours, you asshole."

"Admit it, Miles. You hate I'm being your baby daddy. Your other have full custody of her."

"No! I know, you never been a responsible man! You always run off. I don't trust you taking her to London!"

"It'll be me with my wife and son!" In the fact moment Miles gave a look of anger flash in him, it seems like he was jealous almost disbelief to find Hobie married with a child. It's true, how can the punker be so quick to marry Mindy when he denies marriage with him.

"Maybe I do, but I know you ain't shit."

"Oh fuck off. I'm telling you now, Miles. You and Pav better not take her to Disney World until you let me take her to London. You can go low, I can go lower."

"You really going to upset her, because I said no to London?"

"You always hated that I'm here. I care about my daughter, and want to give her trips."

Miles inhale sharply, "You don't respect me or Riri's time. You were supposed to pick her up on a certain but you're always late. You never taken her to the doctor, or changed her diaper-"

Hobie looks at his ex in disbelief, "Because you deny me access to my own kid, because you wanted to be petty. I was there when she was born and you still buggin'. Man, fuck this. I'ma talk to my lawyer about minimal contact from you when I pick Riri up."

"Ugh, fine. Do it." Miles fumes seeing his ex-partner walking off. The twenty nine year old went back in his house being upset. "Shit." He sighs. Why do they always fight so much? He just wanted Hobie to respect Pavitr.

Riri came by to find Miles wiping his own tears, "You okay, daddy?"

"Yes, baby. I'm fine. Just mad at your papa, right now."

"Oh, nothing new then." She began walking off to get her sippy cup from the fridge.

Miles gave a small chuckle, "Heh, yeah. Same ole' same ole..." He knows this isn't healthy for his daughter to see, yet she seems to be unbothered by it. She is exactly like Hobie, her attitude towards everything is very chill and her bluntness had a certain humor to it. "So, how was Mindy?"

"Good. She and papa were singing a pretty song and Manny tries to sing, too." Riri sips her sippy cup. "Daddy, why you don't like papa?"

"What? what makes you say that, sweetheart?" Miles stood awkwardly almost in shock with his baby.

"Well... you guys always fight and I asked papa why, too."

"What did he say?" He arched his eyebrows.

"He said it wasn't always like that... he said he did love you."

Miles' bites his bottom lip, "He did?"

"Yeah. I thought it was weird because you two always fight."

"I'm sorry, honey. I know we shouldn't fight. Me and papa have a lot of stuff we still haven't got over." Miles kneel down to hug his daughter, "You know, we love you so much, right?"

"I know."

"And what me and papa had... was nice for a bit. I did love him, too. We weren't compatible."

"What's compatible?"

"It's like two jigsaw puzzle that doesn't fit together. You can force it but it would never fit perfectly. That's me and your papa."

"Ohhh." She said.

"I'll try to be nicer for you. I don't want you to see us fight or get any ideas about me hating your father." Miles did love Hobie, maybe that's why he's so mad with him. So many things he wanted from his ex-boyfriend that never happened. In the end, he end up doing all the things he wanted from to someone else. To another Omega, and that hurt him like an old wound being ripped open.

Now, Miles have to admit he did rush things too fast or expect his ex to be a traditional Alpha too fast. When he got pregnant with Riri, he gave Hobie an Ultimatum which never works out. So much anger, so many petty revenge to hurt Hobie... was it worth it in the end?

Now, they're two exhausted grown men trying to coparent their daughter. Their beautiful perfect daughter, Miles has no regrets to wanting her. He will never apologize for that. He's pretty happy to have a child with his ex-boyfriend, it's at least their Riri is a good outcome from their broken relationship.

"Okay, daddy. Can I got play with my dolls, now?"

"Sure, sweeter. Go and plat." He watches his baby girl running to the living room to play. This time he took out his smartphone to text Hobie, taking a moment to think about what to say.

Miles: Hey, you can take her to London, but I'ma need to know everything like time, dates, places and who's going...

-few seconds-

Miles: Sorry for being mad at you, but understand that Pavitr makes me and Riri happy.

Hobie: I understand.

Hobie: Thanks

Hobie: I'm sorry for saying shit... I think we need to go to therapy, I don't want to say the wrong shit and hurt you and Ri.

Miles: Same. We need to make this work without the fights.

Hobie: I agree.

Miles nodded at this. "This is a good start."

[itspronouncedjulia]

I have another question for you in regards to the laena!lives au you are going to write (please forgive me I’m just so excited). I was wondering if you were willing to share any ideas you have, namely what you decide you’re going to name laena’s baby. I know the post says daemion, but I’d honestly think that aemon would make more sense given the fact that rhaenys’ father was named aemon (unless you have another name in mind or like daemion better, it’s your story after all!) i was also wondering if you had a planned outline for it or if you’re going to have the dragon twins be actual twins like in the canon of the book or for them to not be twins like they are in the show? Anyway, I’d love to hear your ideas! I’m sorry if I’m being annoying, I’m just nosy/curious by nature 😭

(Again, no rush, I really hope I don’t come off that way <3 please take your time when writing/uploading this fic. I love your dragon dreams fic too!)

Good morning @laelinc! I’d be happy to share the ideas I have for he Laena!lives AU but admittedly they aren’t a lot at the moment.

So for the baby I haven’t decided the name yet. Namely because I’m debating if I want to stick to the original idea of them being a baby boy or switch the gender to a little girl. I do like the name Aemon though if I do keep the baby a boy.

Currently don’t have an outline. What I’m going to do is wrap up Dragon Dreams first and then start properly outling everything and getting the ball rolling.

As for the dragon twins I intended for them to stay twins like in the story! I’m most excited to write them. Honestly I have been feeling like I missed an opportunity to put them in Dragon Dreams as Visenya and Aenar’s older sisters but if I had them in the story my little Visenya wouldn’t be the heir to the heir so it all works out!

I’ve had a few other ideas. Mainly I’m debating where everyone is when Viserys dies. I’m torn because I feel like Laena would understand the importance of Rhaenyra being in King’s Landing as the heir to the throne and would encourage her to stay. I feel like Laena sees the coup coming a mile away if they aren’t there.

On the other hand I could see Laena not wanting to be there either. Especially because it would be easier for her and Rhaenyra to carry out their relationship on Dragonstone…

I also think if Rhaenyra is in the capital when Viserys dies and has been for years unlike in the show that makes it really hard and really stupid for the Greens to attempt to usurp her.

So I’m not sure yet 😅

And along that same vein I’m also debating which dragon Aemond will eventually claim. He’s going to have to have a dragon. With Laena still alive and the rider of Vhagar and Rhaena now the rider of Caraxes it would make a very brief conflict if the Greens only have three dragons. Really two with Sunfyre and Tessarion because I can’t imagine Helaena fighting.

I was also debating that perhaps the Greens are the ones who recruit the Dragonseeds.

But that’s pretty much all the ideas I have so far! I’m super excited for the story. I think it’s going to be fun to write. I really appreciate @silver-dragonborn giving me permission to run with the idea.

(Also I’m glad you’re enjoying Dragon Dreams as well it’s currently my favorite story I have going ❤️)

[sea-owl]

The Lily Ball

Inspired by @thekatebriderton post found here:

and my own post about the Bridgertons practicing arranged marriages found here:

For those following into the colinverse, this is baby Colin's universe!

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Fifteen year old Simon watched as the countryside rolled by the window. Normally when Eton would give a break to their pupils he would stay in his dorm, much preferring that than going back to his father's properties. But when your aunt is Lady Agatha Danbury, and she tells you go somewhere because you were invited as her plus one to a country house party you go. So now Simon found himself sharing a carriage with a fifteen year old Anthony and a thirteen year old Benedict Bridgerton as they made their way to Aubrey Hall.

"Thank you for allowing me to join you," Simon said, slowing his words so his stutter doesn't take over.

"Don't thank us yet," Anthony warned. "Mother and Father are probably trying to see if they can match you to any of my sisters."

"Do you really think Father and Mother will try to find another match during this break?" Benedict asked.

Anthony snorted. "They will not rest until every single one of us is paired off."

Ah yes, the famous Bridgerton arranged love matches. The family practices arranged marriages but every single one ends up turning into a love match. Every matchmaking mama wants their child to be one of the lucky ones, but no one was quite sure what the Bridgertons were looking for when making those matches. They were not afraid to bypass heirs for second or third sons, they did not care if your family was old money or new money. Simon has heard stories of one cousin who was arranged with a privateer, and another a medical doctor.

Of the current Bridgertons though Simon believed he remembered Anthony saying that only two of the six were matched up. Anthony being one of those two, the other was a third daughter?

"Not our third sister," Anthony corrected. "Our brother Colin is matched to a third daughter."

Benedict let out a laugh. "That he matched himself to."

Before Simon could ask what the brothers meant the carriage stopped.

"Well here we are."

The boys were met with two couples and Simon's aunt. The boys greeted the hosts first, Viscount Edmund Bridgerton and Viscountess Violet Bridgerton first, before turning to the second couple. Simon would later learn this is Mr. Miles Sharma and his wife Lady Mary Sharma aka Anthony's future in-laws. Finally Lady Danbury demanded their attention before they were sent off to the playroom where the other children were.

In the playroom was one other boy around eight stuffing biscuits in his mouth and five girls ranging from ages ten to two.

Anthony walked over to the ten year old girl, giving her a mock polite bow, while she rolled her eyes. The little three year old girl next to them laughed.

Benedict leaned closer to Simon. "That's Kate Sharma."

"Anthony's fiancé?" Simon asked.

Benedict nodded. "The only girl I have ever seen out stubborn Anthony. Colin, the one who is currently stuffing his face with biscuits, and I are betting how long until they start arguing. The little girl by them is Edwina, Kate's sister."

"And the rest?" Simon asked. He could guess what their names start with, D, E and F, the Bridgertons famously named their children in alphabetical order, but that was about it.

Benedict pointed to the seven year old, the three year old, and the two year old. "Daphne, Eloise, and Francesca."

Daphne looked excited to see her brothers. "Yay! We were about to play house!"

Benedict and Colin let out a groan, but one look from Anthony had them quiet.

"I will be the Mama." Daphne pointed to Anthony and Kate. "You two will be the aunt and uncle. Edwina will be your child."

Daphne whipped back around to Simon. "You will be my husband, Eloise and Francesca will be our daughters."

Simon nodded, feeling like it was better and safer to play along rather than deny the eldest Bridgerton daughter.

"And Colin will be our son and Benedict will be the butler!"

"What!" Colin exclaimed. "We did not agree to play house!"

"Relax Colin," Benedict said. "We're older than Daphne, we don't have to listen to her."

Daphne huffed but then looked up at Simon. "How old are you?"

"Fifteen?" Simon said, though it sounded more like a question.

Daphne smiled a smug smile. "Ha! Simon is older than both of you! You have to listen to him!"

Benedict and Colin let out another groan.

"Just play for a little bit," Anthony ordered.

Daphne grabbed Simon's hand. "Come husband, we must get our children ready for the ball."

"O-okay," Simon stuttered. He winced. He'll have to be more careful the rest of this trip. Though to be fair he was not prepared for someone like Daphne Bridgerton.

The children spent a good hour "preparing for the ball." This included actually decorating the room to an agreed theme between Kate and Daphne. Simon could't tell you what the theme was but if he had to guess it was something to do with flowers. They kept Benedict busy by having him running around between the two pretend families.

This left Anthony and Simon in charge of their "children." Anthony easily took to it, fixing Edwina's little misplaced hairs. Simon had a little bit more trouble.

Simon awkwardly shuffled as Colin, Eloise, and Francesca all stared up at him. Finally Eloise broke the silence.

"Papa aren't you going to help us get ready?"

Simon had to stop himself from falling over. Papa!? Where-what?

Edwina's giggle broke Simon out of his thoughts. The little girl was hugging Anthony. "Thank you papa!"

Oh right, they are playing pretend house, and Simon is their pretend papa.

"O-of co-course," Simon said.

He started with Colin and fixing his cravat, wiping off the crumbs. Then Simon straightened out Francesca's leading strings so she would not trip over them. Eloise was the biggest challenge as she had somehow had half her hair out from the ribbon it was previously in two seconds ago.

"Let me help husband," Daphne said, coming back over to their pretend family.

Daphne had taken Eloise's hair completely out of the ribbon, redoing into a braid that is somehow both neat and messy in a way only a child's hands could produce, and then tie it off with Simon's help.

"Thank you Mama, thank you Papa," Eloise said.

The little family of five then began their walk to the ball across the room where Anthony and Kate stood waiting for them.

Anthony and Kate both bowed their heads. "Thank you for coming to the Lily/Tulip Ball."

Kate turned to glare at Anthony. "It is the Lily Ball Anthony!"

Oh so that's what they're supposed to be. Simon would have guessed daffodils.

Anthony looked around at the decorations around the room. "That is not a lily Kate, it's a tulip."

Kate glared, clearly offended. "Anthony Bridgerton! Do you not know your flowers? Do you need spectacles?"

Now Anthony was glaring down at Kate. Which was funny sight since Kate was at least a good foot shorter than him still. He was about to say something else when Daphne interrupted.

"Thank you for inviting us to the ball, Viscount and Viscountess Bridgerton. It all looks lovely."

Colin shot Benedict a triumph look. Guess Simon knew who won the bet.

"Enjoy yourself . . . um" Kate paused. Anthony leaned down to whisper something in Kate's ear, who nodded in understanding. "Duke and Duchess Basset."

Well at least they didn't use Hastings.

During their pretend ball somehow more treats appeared for them to snack on, and the nanny that Simon had not noticed before started playing the pianoforte for them so they could dance. Benedict was promoted from butler to suitor so they would have more people to dance with.

At one point Colin looked over at the door and his face lit up. "Pen!"

This caused everyone else to look over. In the doorway was four more children ranging from ages eight, five, and three, and their nannies.

Colin rushed over to greet who Simon thought was his fiancé. Colin surprised him when he scooped up the three year old red head in his arms instead of the blonde five year old.

"She's Pen?" Simon whispered to Anthony.

Anthony nodded. "Penelope Featherington. Colin's been claiming she's his since the girl was practically born, practically matched himself to her."

"Does he know what that means?" Simon asked.

Anthony shrugged. "Not sure, but Mother and Father found it suitable enough to officially match them. They'll have the longest match out of any of us."

Kate and Daphne went to greet the other children in the doorway, and then proceeded to pull them into their game of pretend as other guests to the ball.

Kate announced them in age order. "Arriving is Lord Michael Stirling, Lord Phillip Crane, Lady Sophie Beckett, and Lady Penelope Featherington."

Colin immediately swept Penelope away over to the food. The little girl giggled the way young children do.

Eloise looked ready to follow them when her eyes narrowed in on the book in Phillip's hands. From what Simon could tell it was a children's book to help them start reading.

Eloise pointed at the book. "Can you read?" Eloise questioned.

Phillip nodded, hugging the book closer.

Eloise grabbed one of Phillip's arms, attempting to drag him over to one of the sofas pushed back to make the dance floor. "Read to me!"

Phillip obedintly followed. Opening the book his words were slow, but confident. Eloise followed along by pointing at the words, and sounding a few of the letters with Phillip.

Another song started up and Simon glanced back at the dance floor to see Benedict had offered to dance with Sophie. She looked so excited just by the simple dance, and the steps Benedict was teaching her.

"This is so much fun!" Sophie giggled. "Much more fun than at home!"

"I'm glad you're having fun Lady Beckett," Benedict said, setting Sophie off in another round of giggles.

"Oh my," Daphne gasped, now back at Simon's side.

Simon looked in the same direction as Daphne, and he also watched curious.

Francesca had toddled over to Michael, her eyes wide in wonder. She gripped onto his coat sleeve as Michael got down on his knees to be at eye level with her.

"Hello Princess," Michael said.

Francesca stared at Michael a bit longer before exclaiming, "Mine!"

Simon had to hide laugh at Anthony's jaw drop at his youngest sister's declaration. Daphne was laughing too before dragging Simon to the makeshift dance floor to avoid Anthony's outrage.

Edmund and Violet Bridgerton watched their children from the doorway. The Lily Ball as the children had decided to call it was coming to a close with one final dance.

"I believe we may have found matches for our other children," Violet whispered.

"I believe you are right my dear," Edmund whispered back. "I shall speak to their parents after dinner tonight."

[gr00vyminibus]

✨The Wiz, AU ✨

Jennifer honey x Black fem

Summary : Matilda ends up lost in the world of oz and after an uncanny encounter with you (a previous worker to the wicked witch of the west), you have made it your mission to care for her and make sure she returns home but due to a run in with the poison poppies you've got one more traveller on board.

Warnings: if you haven't watched this movie you will be so heavily confused, I suggest watching this movie on a platform such as Netflix before you read this.

Will include: You're very protective and Jennifer is literally a darling. Matilda's tries to promote peace cause you won't hesitate to scuffle some. Fluff honestly and this story won't follow all the events of the Wiz nor will they have the original characters in tow. If there any spelling errors sry xp

Taglist : @nanajen8 @mybonafidefeelings @masterajoy314 @blacksapphhicmaddonna

•

"She is knocked out." You stroke matildas hair as Jennifer smiles and points the remote towards the TV so it can switch off.

"She's probably in the dreamland of oz now."

"Mhm, night baby." You leaned forward and peck her lips as she gets under the cover more comfortably.

"Goodnight darling."

••

Jennifer hovered over the unconcious soul in a horrid looking stitched up suit that looked all to wickedky familiar which is a fine reason why they shouldn't be here right now. She came in this room to think and here layed the body. Lolled out on the poppy slides toungue.

"Why would the wicked witch of the west send one of ha workers here? We ain't do nothin' wrong." There also three other poppies who stood over the body and they looked at Jennifer like she was responsible for the issue.

"Why are you all staring at me like I did it?" She questioned in thick English accent.

"I don't know?... best take care of it." a pink poppy shrugged as she walked off and the others followed with murmurs of an agreement. Jennifer sputtered and called out to them but they purposefully ignored her.

"I didn't sprinkle the freaking glitter." She put her hands on her hips and opted to just leave them here but her eyes found a zipper on the facial part of the suit, right above their forehead. She was reluctant but curiosity was practically poking at her senses, egging her on and encouraging her manicured hand to reach out and pinch the zipper.

"Goodness, I already have my hands on it." She grimaced and yanked it down some before yelping like it burned. But it didn't and she realized her theatrical antics weren't necessary so she straightened her posture and had an internal peptalk before zipping the rest down to the neck.

Jennifer swallowed and parted the mask apart to shockingly reveal a young woman sound asleep, she had naturally arched brows and round eyes with the cutest nose and plump lips.

"Oh.." she continued on until the limit was at you stomach, you only wore a yellow bracelet and some type of short yellow skirt that she almost mistaked for shorts.

"If I want to wake her I'd have to cry.." She leaned away and paced back and fourth, racking her thoughts on how to be vulnerable in this moment. Then she sucked her teeth and realized there was no way you could just cry for a stranger until sound of a elevator caught her attention.

The doors on the other side of the room opened slowly and reaveled a young girl that panted like she ran for miles.

"Y/n!" Jennifer watched with wide eyes as the child ran across her and rapidly checked the passed out womans face for any injuries, that is until she came to the realization that one, she was seeing her guardian for the first time and two, they weren't alone.

"S-sweetheart, how did you end up here in poppy land?"

"I don't talk to strangers." The young girl cradled your head on her lap and scanned Jennifer over with a frown that reflected off of her face.

"Well, excuse me I was just trying to help your friend out over here"

"Why? what did you do!"

"What did I do? you should be asking my sisters that darling not me."

"Will she ever wake up?" The girl muttered more so to herself as Jennifer was still confused about how she got here, "I'll tell you how to wake her up if you give me your name?" She walks over to her and crouches down near your body with a kind smile.

"Matilda."

"That's pretty, I'm Jennifer but you can call me Jenny for short" she nods subtly and Jennifer can't help but find her adorable, "all you have to do is cry for her." Matilda furrows her brows.

"Th..thats all?"

"Yes but they can't just be any tears, they have to be filled with pure love." matilda looked at you and thought about all those times you protected her against any threats. You also didn't like for her to travel on her feet much so you carried her on your back and always listened silently to her late night stories.

Her eyes began to sting and Jennifer felt a warmth within her when the first two tears rolled halfway down her fair cheeks and onto your brown ones.

"I think she's starting to wake up?" Your breaths began to deepen and become more audible as your eyelids twitched and revealed your eyes. Even with a blurry vision you still recognized the small brunette by your side.

But the sparkling red figure with cocoa skin and full curls made you blink twice.

"Y/n you're awake!" You accepted the child's quick hug with comforting hand on her back until you realized your suit was unzipped. Your eyes widened slightly at the discovery of your own skin and body that you hadn't seen in years.

As you stared down at yourself, Jennifer spoke up.

"I had unzipped your suit not too long ago, I can get you a change of clothes if you'd like?" You looked straight at her and leaned forward until the proximity was close enough for your noses to touch, Jennifer kept leaning back with nervous expression until her bottom met the floor.

When you continued getting close she shut her eyes and turned away, "Tilda a little help here!?"

"Y/n she's a nice poppy don't worry!" But you didn't let up, in the Oz you needed more than words for the truth.

"You should look at her, it makes her feel more at ease. Especially with strangers" Jennifer's petrified whereas matilda's trying to hold her laugh in.

"Okay, fine!" She cracked an eye open and then the other as you slowly leaned back. When you realized she wasn't a threat your hand extended out to matilda as you stood up on your slightly wobbly feet.

"Come on." She gapped at your croaked voice as you began to walk out.

"You could talk all this time! And your suit, you work for the wicked witch of the west?"

"..." there was no reason in denying it but you didn't own her an answer.

"Tell me how long?"

"Will you leave us be, if I do."

"Sure!" You rolled your eyes and answered, "Twelve years."

"Where are you headed?"

"None of your business." She scoffed and tried to catch up with you. Jennifer being the obvious poppy out could stroll outside poppy land without any of them caring about her safety and she'd follow you both for miles if she truly wanted.

Plus you really mysterious and pretty so why not.

"I could help?" She followed you down the staircase as you sighed.

"What's in it for you?"

"Nothing! I just want-" You suddenly turned around as she almost crashed into you hadn't she held onto the railing. You zipped up your suit to its neck as she scanned your agitated expression.

"Look, we don't need you accompanying us on our journey. I've been responsible for matilda for quite some time now and I don't take kindly to strangers so for your own good go back to making glitter traps and stop following us."

She stood frozen in shock as you continued to make your way down the steps with the young girl.

"Um.. rude much?" She mumbles to herself before watching you both leave through an exit. After a couple of moments she rushed down the steps and discreetly followed you both anyway.

••

"She thinks she's being sneaky but she's not.." matilda giggles and you chuckle down at her as you switch your conjoined hands so matilda doesn't walk into a pile of rubble.

"She does huh, stand right here I'll only take a second." Matilda nods as you round a corner and walk as quiet as possible so you can catch the poppy but she's not as easy as you think. She creeps past the plastic garbags until she passes Matilda and the girl gasps which alerts you in the distance.

You come to the spot you left the child and their Jennifer is holding her like a sheild.

"Tell her matilda."

"Don't hurt her" Matilda sighs.

"Seriously, why are you so violent!" You walk closer until the only thing truly separating you both is matilda.

"Let her go." you grabs matilda's hand but she still hold her close which makes you raise your brows at her.

"Promise you won't hurt me." The way you scanned her down wad ridiculing but her delusion says your openly checking her out as she shifts on her pumps.

"I promise."

"Promise what?"

"You silly goose.." Matilda bursts out laughing as she furrowed her brows and looked down, "what'd she say?" The child giggled some more catching her breathe, "she called you a silly goose" Jennifer glanced back up at you and saw happiness swirl in your eyes at the child's reaction until you returned back to a cold facade.

"whatever.. you promised so," she let go of matilda and you stared at her for a moment before shortly bucking, the way she yelped made you both express more amusement.

You walked around with matilda now and neared the sunny horizon with an upcoming yellow brick road. She rubbed the space her heart was at and exhaled.

"You following poppy?" You called out and she caught up with you both as she huffed.

"It's JENNIFER, poppy's my sirname."

•••

Matilda swung by the link of your hands and you didn't mind, your eyes were straight ahead and narrowing at the hue of green and you could've shouted then and there when you saw towers and buildings of shimmering green come into veiw.

"Guys.." Jennifer hummed and looked at you before following your wide eyes in the direction of, "EMERALD CITY!" Matilda ends up running and you instantly catch up with her while Jennifer excitedly follows behind.

You three reach a large green vault which seems like an entryway but two guards stand at the door with stern faces and a firm demeanor. You look yourself over before stepping forward, "Sir, we came to see the Wiz."

"You'll have to go to the front." Matilda speaks up next, "But sir we really came a long way and I was really hoping to get my wish." The guards looked down at her and stopped at her twinkling silver slippers.

"Do come in." The vault opened and you three made your way inside, crawling over the heap of crystal so you could peer at the dancing circle of men and women. They were wearing green at the moment and strutting in a synchronized formation that could have anyone mesmerized.

You glanced at Jennifer and Matilda basically gawking at the wonderful show of green, "Guys we can't watch for long."

"Please y/n, can we watch for a bit?" The girl begged.

"Yeah, it won't hurt" Jennifer added and you sighed before silently watching the performance.

I want to be seen, green

Wouldn't be caught dead, red

Cause if you are seen, green

It means you've got mean, bread

After a few more minutes the performance was cut short with multiple trumpets and a single sitcom.

"An announcement from the Great and powerful Oz!"

I THOUGHT IT VER AND GREEN IS DEAD, TILL' I CHANGED MY MIND.. THE COLORS RED.

You noticed that the walking camera focused on who followed the dress code and Jennifer was clad in a ruby red dress so you had an idea.

"Jennifer get on the camera!"

"How?" You pointed to the rotation crowd, "go in the crowd and perform" She flipped her curls with a smirk and stood up, "don't have to tell me twice" Jennifer blended in nicely and strutted to the rythym until she saw the camera.

Her hand raised elegantly in the air before flailing and you caught the message while you grabbed matildas hand and ran to the cameraman to be put on the screen but it walked away at your unmatching appearences.

You furrowed your brows, "How will we get to the wiz if the cameras don't want to see us?" Matilda squeezed your hand for comfort. If you succeded in getting her home that would fully pay your debt to Matilda for saving you.

If somehow through any reality or possibility could you not fufill that for her, you'd be heartbroken.

Jennifer stepped off the yellow platform and jogged to you both, she noticed your stressed state and looked at Matilda who looked pitiful.

"Hey y/n, he'll see us somehow-" the trumpets cut Jennifer and caught everyone's undivided attention.

LAST WEEK WHEN YOU ALL WAS WEARING PINK ALREADY FOR ME RED WAS OLD,

THE ULTIMATE YELLOW BRICK IS GOLD.

Matilda looked at the both of you and was fear stricken into thinking and brainstorming, almost getting in over her head when she remember something.

"We should show the camera my shoes, I think thats what got us here in the first place?" Your lips parted as you held matildas face in realization.

"Wonderful idea, and I think I can lure the cameraman to you both with my outfit under my suit"

"Right because yellow should be close enough?"

"Yeah" you smile at her for the first time before dissapearing behind a glowing pyramid and shedding off your suit. Jennifer stands on the side as you enter the circle and weirdly walk while everyone's dancing.

Maybe its the upbeat tempo that you're not used to following or the vibrant auras moving around like a golden storm.

You're used to dancing to degrading songs from the wicked witch but now it's time to change. You study each person's movements and nod to yourself.

"Look at y/n!" Jennifer grins at your graceful balter along platform, slightly calculated yet free and loose. The piano made you twirl on your feet as you pleasantly landed into someone's arms.

They took your hand and strutted forward with their leading hips as you found yourself genuinely grinning.

You got to be seen gold

Watch out for the new kind

You've got to have old gold

Like some from a gold mine

The camera man slowly walked by and you unlinked your arms from the circle, beckoning it to follow you until he caught Jennifer and Matilda in the frame.

"Look at my shoes!" The camera tilted down and all of sudden the music came to another stop. The screen displayed matildas silver slippers and people gasped before the sitcom came on.

"Send up the one with the silver slippers."

••

"I guess this is where our journey ends, matilda." she stood right before the elevator as you crouched in front of her with a sad smile.

"Thank you for everything." You stroke a hair behind her ear with a soft 'you're very welcome' as she wraps her arms around your neck. "You could come with me?"

"... I can't, you need to go back home to California. I'll be fine. We'll be fine." You looked up at Jennifer as she nodded and patted the child's back.

"I'll miss you two." She moved to Jennifer to hug her legs and the poppy bended down to kiss the top of her head.

"We will miss you aswell, sweetheart. Go home safe." Matilda pulls awat and steps back into the elevator as you both wave goodbye. When the elevator closes you slowly stand up and stare at the sealed doors, Jennifer cautiously links your arms and conjoined your hands as you sigh.

"Know she'll be in good hands."

"You're right.." her thumb swipes against the back of your hand as she leads away from the elevator.

"I don't know what to do now." You furrow your brows and Jennifer makes you both stop.

"... Want to figure that out with me?" Now you truly take in her sincerity and your heart starts to pound in your ears, "I guess.. yes?" You faintly smile and she kisses your cheek ever so softly.

"Sorry! that's a habit." you aren't sure if you should scold her or accept the fuzzy feeling that she's created with a mere touch of her lips.

"I kiss my sisters cheeks all the time when I'm greeting them or saying.. bye..so I-I just- you know" Jennifer trails off and you raise a brow.

"Well you're not saying bye to me are you?" Her face heats up as you begin walking with her again, and her speechlessness makes you chuckle.

[maeleelee]

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙽𝚒𝚗𝚎

Y/n just wants to get her brother out of the gang business but that's become harder than she'd like to admit. Then she over hears someone at the bar talking about a Crystal necklace that's worth millions. Now her goal can work, if she can figure out how to find the Crystal without her brother catching on. Oh, and he doesn't know she's a leader of The Fallen Angels, his "rival" gang. Hongjoong hated the gang life but he was in too deep to give it up. However, he wanted to give his partner, sister, and their best friend the world, so when he hears about this Crystal that's worth millions. He's coming up with a plan to get it. He just has two problems, The Fallen Angels and the Strays keep getting in the way. Will they come to the conclusion and just work together? Or are more people going to get in the way?

⚠️Minors do NOT interact with this au⚠️

warnings: Prismatic Chaos.

Y/n was hanging out on the couch, watching Wooyoung and San hit the punching bag. Y/n had gotten Wooyoung stitched up after the fight he put himself in. The two boys were joking around with each other. Just being the goof balls they are, when they heard a cough.

All three looked up and San smiled. “Look who finally decided to grace us with her presence.” San smirked at the girl in the doorway.

“Not my fault you decided to move a million miles away.” She raised an eyebrow.

“I offered not to leave or bring you with me.” San said to her.

“Couldn’t leave the babies. You know that.” She sighed. “They’re all at the bar actually.”

“Who’s this San?” Y/n finally asked him. She had walked over to Wooyoung, who slid his arm around her waist.

“My sister Mae.” San smiled at y/n. “Mae. This is Wooyoung and Y/n.” They both waved at the girl.

“You have friends? Look at you go.” She giggled as she finally walked to him.

“Shut up and give me a hug.” San told her. She laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck. He picked her up and spun them around. He finally put her down and pulled away. “You said everyone’s here?” He asked her. She nodded.

“Everyone.” Mae smiled. “Actually I probably need to get back. They are even worse than before.”

“What do you mean?” Y/n giggled.

“Oh lord. You haven’t told them about the Prismatic chaos? I’m offended bubs.” Mae giggled. “The name of the gang doesn’t lie, we’re all just chaos in a body.”

“Oh no.” Y/n groaned.

“What’s wrong?” Mae asked her.

“This one here,” she pinched Wooyoung’s cheek, “loves chaos.”

Mae laughed. “Well he’s about to have a whole lot of it.”

“To the bar.” San smiles, walking out.

“What’s got into him?” Wooyoung asked.

“Jess is here. He’s been in love with her for a very long time and never told her.” Mae told the two.

~

Mae walked into the bar and signed. “Bunny’s back.” Maura yelled. Mae laughed and watched the chaos. Caden was on his computer, more than likely looking up plans for whatever he wants them to raid next. Dizzy was playing with her lighter in the corner making sure nothing got too crazy.

Maura and Ani had somehow talked two guys into playing flip cup with them. Ani was chugging her cup. “Welcome back bunny.” Jess smiled as she held out a cup to Mae.

“I see it’s not as bad as I thought.” Mae grabbed the cup. Jess looked at the group and smiled.

“I can handle it sometimes.” She turned back and smiled at San. “Hey big boy. Long time no see.”

“Sorry about that.” He stepped towards her and pulled her into a hug. “I’ll make up for the time princess.”

“Bunny. Come here.” Maura pouted.

“I’m coming bun bun.” Mae walked over to the two girls.

“This is Changbin and that’s Mingi. He works here. Hongjoongs the one behind the bar right now. That’s Chan and Seungmin by Caden. Oh.” Maura was rambling. She does this sometimes when she gets excited.

“Bun bun. Breathe baby. No one’s going anywhere.” Mae smiled. Y/n had walked over to the table. She felt comfortable around this group.

Maura took a deep breath. “That’s Kayla and that’s Cassi.” She pointed to two girls smiling at the chaos.

“You met so many new people today baby.” Mae giggled. Maura just nodded and smiled as she did.

Y/n turned and smiled at Cassi and Kayla. Wooyoung was at the bar getting a drink. San sat next to Jess, closer than normal, smiling brightly. Y/n had a feeling this was gonna be her life and she loved it.

~

“You said you didn’t have a leader?” Kayla asked Mae. Mae nodded.

“Yeah we don’t have one. Haven’t ever had one. Just kinda work through the chaos and stuff.” Mae shrugged. “We could definitely use one. No one just wants to because we all know we’re not leaders.”

“Kayla can do it.” Y/n smiled. “I don’t know what it is but this, this feels right, and I think we should grab it before we lose it.”

“You’re okay with losing the Fallen Angels?” Cassi asked again.

“For a family like this?” Y/n nodded towards the group all playing around with beer pong and laughing with each other. “Yes.” She smiled brightly.

“Welcome to the chaos ladies. You’re in for a real treat.” Mae smirked.

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taglist: @mxnsxngie @imagine-a-life-like-this @choisoorin @spilled-coffee-cup @weird-bookworm @bunnyiix @cadenonlinelive @acrylishly @littleleatabixx

[weirdo09]

what to name this jess x rio x jeff au? 🤔 eh it ont need a name rn

anyway i’mma just make a list of ideas

they’re all married

jess is miles’ other mom (because i say so)

miles’ jess and jeff’s child

billie’s jess and rio’s child

jada’s jess and rio’s another child

they’re a happy family

miles, as the oldest, is protective of his baby sisters.

jada n billie always ask for miles as much as he plays with them

jada is a february baby

miles (canonical but i’m addin it away) is a august baby

billie’s a june baby (idk her canon birthday but late june - early may seems right for her)

jada has 4c hair, billie has 3b hair n miles has 4a-4b hair

all of them except for jada are tenderheaded

they all have thick hair tho

jada’s clinger with jess than with any of her other parents (rio fake pouts about this because “my baby doesn’t spend as much time with me!”, the two women laugh it off tho, lil jay’s left oblivious)

the babies are a year apart, jada’s the youngest.

since miles is 13-14 years older than the babies, he likes to act like they’re his babies.

jess is trusted with the kids’ hair most days because of rio’s work schedule and jeff can’t braid.

rio and jess mostly speak spanish amongst themselves and the kids, jeff is left out convos most times but he doesn’t care too much as his wives are just so beautiful when they speak spanish.

rio is transfem (to me 😭😭) and her partners are widely supportive, she began to transition once miles was born.

(if we’re talkin bout transfem miles) rio would be absolutely estatic once she told her that she feels more of a girl than a boy (transfem genderfluid miles has my heart 🫶🏽) she still dresses ‘masculine’ and uses her name n he/him pronouns (genderfluidity at its finest, can you tell i’m slightly projectin?)

jess and jeff would be excited as well, they’d have a party n everythin (he would be shocked how all out they went from her)

(closin transfem miles section)

hobie comes over from time to time to see billie and jada, jada’s his favorite (jkjk, they’re both so lovable)

(punkflower thingy) once rio, jess and jeff heard about miles dating hobie, i’d say jess was the most accepting. she loves the kid, he kinda reminds her of herself so obviously her favorite boyfriend of miles’ (the only one *cough*)

(miles and miles 42 as twins) miles is older by 10 minutes, myle gotta big head and miles would tease him relentlessly about it when jess told them the birth stories. (actually i’mma add this to the au !!!)

myle n jada just clicked when she was born, same with miles n billie but they all love each other equally (or do they? /j)

(au where miles’ spider man and myle’s the prowler) they didn’t know about their secret identities until they went home one night and found each other in their suits. there was a lot of questioning after.

(punkflowerbyte au) jess was really happy when she heard that her son’s dating a black girl (let’s be so honest, black queen’s his type fam) along with his childhood friend who she loves like a son. she was really keen on getting to meet margo, the two hit it off instantly and they’re like best friends (miles sometimes jokes how his momma stole his girl, hobie agrees)

that’s all i gots now, more may be added. i really like this au, it may stay talked about from me really. i’mma def make oneshots on ao3 about it <3

[erigold13261]

Okay! Got basically all the family trees I can think of done! (I'm almost positive I either forgot one or will need to add more later on)

They probably aren't permanent and could change in the future, but these are the basics of what I am gonna be working with for the Eriverse AU!

There's 16 total pages so I'm gonna put them under the cut! (With some extra commentary I guess)

Mayday and Zuke/West: -Mayday was adopted by her paternal grandma. However, now she has no family left at all. -Zuke and West's dad left the family a while ago for a fling. He was disowned by his parents who are still active in Zuke and West's lives.

Miles and Gwen: -I just looked up the family from the comics to get more of the names for each of the characters I didn't know (like Patrick or Gloria). -I do like the idea that Miles has a little sister, or will have a little sister.

Eve/Remi/Pav: -I wanted to make Eve's maternal side a lot bigger than her paternal side. So like, Eve and Pav have a lot more family to connect to than Remi ends up having. -Eve and Remi's dad had an affair with Remi's mom before divorcing Eve's mom.

Neon J/1010: -Didn't want to put all 8 robots names, so I shortened it. -This was the tree that started this whole saga lol. -I know I wanted Neon to have a large extended family that he wasn't able to connect with, with at least one set of twins and a teen or two.

Joey/Celine/Gigi and Nova: -Nova's family tree still has a bit more relatives, but none of them are all that important to Nova's life so he doesn't actually pay attention to them (and is why they aren't shown). -Nova is also a rainbow baby. -Joey, Celine, and Gigi are all half siblings. This tree was annoying to figure out but I think I made it work. Basically they all share one same parent (don't know if it's a mom or dad yet).

Elivy and Quida: -Quida is the youngest of 4 kids in her family. Her daughter had a baby with an unwanted man and would later die from pregnancy related problems. Quida took in her newborn granddaughter. -Elivy is married to an old roadie for the Goolings and adopted a pre-teen or teenage son with his husband.

Sofa and Tila: -Sofa has a younger sister and some cousins. The cousins aren't super important to their life so they aren't shown. -It's just Tila and her parents in her life.

Kento/Dodo: -Kento and Dodo's dads are half siblings. Grandparent 1 divorced Grandparent 2 and then got with Grandparent 3 (I don't know which is grandma or grandpa so that's why it's neutral). Not much else to say about this specific tree.

Ham: -Found out the names of Ben and May were Ant May and Bee, but also Ham's adoptive aunt and uncler were just May and Ben, so I changed their names to Maize and Benny. -Maize and Benny are the ones to take Ham in (I forget if Maize is a widow or not in this AU, so Benny might be dead and I just need to put an X on his name. If that's the case then Bee is alive).

Bunny/Rei/Hobie: -Rei as disowned by his family, Bunny disowned hers, and Hobie was abandoned by its which is basically disowned. -Rei and Bunny end up adopted Hobie, or at the very least becoming powers of attorneys for it in case something happens. -Finally, Hobie's parents went on to have at least one more kid that they most likely kept because it was "normal" unlike Hobie.

Peni/Asa: -Decided to change Peni's aunt May and uncle Ben's names to Mai and Ban. And like said multiple times, they are the ones to take in Peni when nya accidentally kills nyas father. -Peni's mom basically disowns Peni by abandoning kit and divorcing her husband. I didn't know how to show that without it looking like either Peni disowned kits mom (like Bunny) or making it look like both Peni's parents disowned kit. Anyway, Peni was basically cut off from kits maternal side when kits mom left -The Aunt/Uncle in the middle is the one to have helped Peni's mom leave the marriage. -Asa has a few siblings but doesn't care about any of them so they aren't shown (that side of the family is similar to Eve and Pav's side which is supposed to be much bigger than Peni's, except Asa doesn't utilize his family like Eve and Pav do).

Noa: -Big family time! Noa is the first grandkid to be born in his family! And because of that he basically became an extra parent to any grandkid that came after him. -Didn't know if he had aunts or uncles, so I just used Auncle so I didn't have to write Aunt/Uncle 3 times lol. -(The Auncle on the left thought having a second kid would fix the marriage... they were wrong).

Kliff and Joust: -Joust is a dick who got disowned by both his parents and his ex-girlfriend and kid. (Mom divorced the dad). -Kliff's family was that type that couldn't have their own kid so they adopted, then had a miracle baby (Kliff) and basically forgot about their adopted kids. -Those adopted kids might have their own kids, and Kliff's grandparents might be dead. I'll be honest, I couldn't think of much story at the moment, so Kliff's tree is most likely going to change.

Miguel and Noir: -Changed George O'Hara's name to Seoirse since I didn't want to just put "George" up there and have people think it was Gwen's dad lol -Also, Miguel's family is basically the comic version of his family because I didn't have my own ideas for him. I will say that him killing Gabriella (who he named after his step-brother) got him disowned by his family (also I think I should have made Dana and him divorced). -I don't have much to say about Noir. I changed Ben and May's names again to keep them separate like the others. Noir's parents are also still alive.

Synthia/Sharon and Spinose Family: -Sharon has a fling with a guy which wounded up in her having Synthia (who she hasn't disowned yet but is very close to doing so). -Yinu's family is basically just her mom and grandma. She doesn't know any of her mom's cousins or other family members, or at least she doesn't know them well enough to have them on her tree.

Tatiana/Cyril/Ilma: -And finally this tree! I've already gave this tree before, it had more names (such as Tatiana's grandparents/Cyril and Ilma's great-grandparents), but I wanted to show off the like disowned and dead statuses of the family. -I actually should have figured out a new symbol for the disowned, because Anatoli was NOT disowned by his mother, only by Matvey. Eh, I guess I could have put the disowned symbol on Matvey's side because it was a mutual disownment between Anatoli and Matvey. -Cyril and Ilma probably have a few cousins and stuff that are important to them (at least Ilma would), but I just don't have energy, time, or space to think of those sides of the trees lol.

But yea! These are the main family trees I'm gonna use. I might change things a bit here and there (give people names and figure out genders, stuff like that). But for now these are good enough.

If you think there's a character I should do a family tree that I didn't then let me know and I might try to make one! :D

[the-kr8tor]

Can i request fae hobie and reader? Maube where it doesnt happen in the fall, like totally separate universe. Like i deadass need to seem him as a dad with kids and with reader happily man😭, you dont gotta do it though dw dw.

Fae! Hobie with kids you say? I gotchu, angel 🫶

Pairing: Fae! Dad! Hobie Brown x fem! Reader

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, Fae AU, Dad AU, Fluff.

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Juniper runs happily in the field, green dress swinging wildly, tall grass parting for her, little daisies kiss her feet as she sprints away from her younger sister. Poppy whose smaller legs make it hard for her to keep up, her curly hair frames her chubby cheeks, a toothy grin brings light in your laughter while you watch them chase each other on the grass. The tiny bundle gurgles in your arms, his golden eyes stares at you expectantly like he's asking you why you're laughing.

The sun beams down at your little family and the bubble that Hobie made to keep you and his family away from prying eyes and dangerous people. The large oak tree provides shade for you and your newborn, soft fabric lay under you for comfort. You've settled deep in the woods, miles and miles away from the nearest soul. Hobie has done a great deal to protect you and his children, keeping everyone inside his realm safe and sound. And he'll do anything to keep it that way, with every means necessary.

You tilt your head, cooing and nuzzling your nose on top of Bear’s head. The name wasn't much of a choice per se but you and Hobie couldn't pick a suitable name so you both nicknamed him in the meantime always calling him your ‘little bear’ the both of you got so used to calling him ‘your bear’, you two just decided that it's his name now.

A large hawk flies overhead, a breeze following past, fluttering the grass and the leaves. The girls stop playing, pointing and yelling at the bird.

“Dad’s back!” Junie yells, she runs towards you, all smiles and giggles. She was your carbon copy when she was born but now that she's older there's more of Hobie you see in her everyday. From her height to how she scrunches her nose when she laughs.

“Dad's back! Did you see?!” She bounces up and down, tiny ribbons decorating her thick curls. “Mum, did you see?” Junie breathes heavily from her run.

“I did see, baby. Where's your sister?” You peek behind her, noticing that Poppy isn't following close.

For a second your heart falls from your chest until you see Hobie carrying her in his arms, tiny hands waving wildly in the distance. You can breathe again.

“Come sit down, Junie, drink some water.” she plops down next to you.

“‘m not thirsty.” Stubborn, like her father.

“Even if you're not, you still need to drink because you've been sweating a lot.” You wipe her moist forehead with a towel. “See? Go drink, my flower.” With a huff, she does what she's told. Definitely Hobie's daughter, alright.

A shadow casts over you, Bear smiles, blowing a milk bubble from his lips.

“Hello there.” You smile up at Hobie and Poppy who's currently clambering down from her father.

She settles next to you, greeting Bear with a gentle kiss on his forehead. “Hi mummy.” Her auburn eyes smile at you. Poppy, the sweet heart that she is, presses a loud smooch on your temple.

“Hello, my star, go drink water for me? Please?”

“Okay!�� She half crawls towards her sister and the picnic basket. You think this one takes after you more.

“Hey you—” Hobie falls on the blanket with a thud, fatigue marring his chiseled face. “Everything okay?” you roam your eyes over his body for any signs of a fight. Heart clenching at the thought, thankfully you find none.

You trace the muscles on his arm, goosebumps rising on his skin where your fingers have touched him. You find that it's the only thing that could do that to him.

He sighs, despite the tiredness he still finds it in him to smile at you. “Everything is as it should be.” Sitting up, he takes a peek at the new addition in the family. “Little Bear, have you been good?”

“Hobie,” your tone is serious. “The barrier—?”

“It's staying strong.” He flicks a fallen leaf off your shoulder. “Nothin’ to worry about, love.”

You nod, feeling the lump in your throat disappear. Laying your head on his shoulder, you breathe him in, drowning in him.

“Bring me next time? I worry when you're not here.”

“Once you're better,” he promises. “For now, focus on resting.” Hobie holds the back of your head, kissing the crown of flowers the girls made you. It crinkles under the weight of his lips.

“Dad!” Juniper screams for her dad's attention. “Look! Poppy and I caught a lizard!”

He chuckles, right hand cradling Bear's head casually. “Careful, that one breathes fire.” he teases.

“Ack!” Junie lets it go while Poppy laughs. The tiny lizard skidaddles out and into the tall grass. “aww, bye mr. Lizard.”

“Come sit with us, froggy.” Hobie pats the space next to him.

Junie quickly makes her way to him, instead of sitting next to her father, she takes her seat on his lap. The sudden weight brings an ‘oof’ from Hobie. She giggles, embracing her father as a half apology.

Poppy pouts, a copy of Hobie when he wants a cuddle but doesn't want to ask directly.

“There's a seat right in the middle just for you, rabbit.” Hobie scooches a bit, her pout morphs into a grin, baby teeth peeking out from her lips.

You notice her blue overalls are getting smaller on her, mentally making a note to make a new one for her. She's growing so fast, it's what you expected since she takes after her father. It makes you excited to see Bear grow up, you wonder whether he takes after you or Hobie.

Poppy loops her arm around yours while she wraps the other one around Hobie's. She kicks her feet happily, laying her forehead atop your arm. She hums a familiar tune.

You look over her head to peer at Hobie, finding that he's already staring at you. Mouthing an ‘I love you’, you watch as his tiredness fades, replaced by a bright genuine smile.

He answers with a hand behind your neck, pulling you closer, chastely kissing with the promise to protect the family you two made.

[theduckeminence]

Avatar!Pakku AUs

So I read some more so joke posts about an Avatar!Pakku au and I’m considering actually developing one of my own:

Now I made two separate sub-AUs on the major one since I thought it may go into two directions.

Continuing on from the previous post, now we’re going to talk about: Free Will.

In the FreeWill…

After learning the truth of her baby brother’s destiny from the shamans, Kallik fears that her brother may succumb to a tragic fate, especially knowing that Pakku may be the one to carry on Avatar Aang’s goal in ending the war. So, at the age of 16, Kallik took it upon herself to take whatever she can, as well as her brother, and run away. By the time morning comes, a boat was missing and the tribe mourns. Neither sibling was ever seen again.

At least decade goes by, and somewhere within the wooded area of the Northwest part of the Earth Kingdom—two siblings hid away and reside. Both quiet, yet peaceful lives. The eldest sister weaves, while the youngest brother remained ambitious and bored. With abilities that no one has ever seen. Nor ever known. The sister simply waves it off, saying that it was best to keep it on the down low. The brother was exasperated, but listens nonetheless. All was normal and all was fine.

That was until one day, the youngest of the two had a dream. A vision of some sort.

Of a man sitting upon a throne of towering flames. Of miles upon miles of faceless silhouettes ready for battle. Of a building consumed by hellish blazes and screaming winds. Of a blue-arrowed monk in orange standing before him, of several hundreds more standing behind him.

Thousands of eyes within the endless mist, lit up and shined like stars among the night sky.

“Pakku of the North,” says the Monk, an echo reverberated far out, as though there was a synchronized melody. A little smile can be seen placed on his lips, seemingly glad to see the teen boy in front of him. “It is time you finally come to learn your destiny.”

[silent-raven13]

"Daddy, may I have another teacake?"

(AU: Miles is a transman happily married to Hobie and they have a son together.)

Miles looks through his kitchen to find a teacups for afternoon tea and scones. The thirty one year old set up the two teacups and scones then he hears the tea kettle whistling out loud. Going to get two tea bags, he quickly rushes into the living room to find his sister in-law sitting on one of the arm chairs reading a book. "Will Earl Grey be fine? I couldn't find Black tea."

Hobie's older sister's dark eyes glances up with a small smile, she had on a floral purple printed head scarf to cover her shaved head. The dark circles around her eyes made her eyes look bigger, and she wore a long blue floral printed house dress with some fuzzy green slippers. Her once flourished plump legs were now skinny, very slim to the point it look boney. She wore warm thick socks, and have a blanket on her lap.

"That's fine, Miles." She set her book down to the table next to her. The large window behind her set the comfortable mood.

"Alright, will you be fine with blueberry scones?"

"Yes, can you please cut it for me?" She kindly asked having a soft voice, she's the shyest sibling out all of them. Miles is always amazed by her shy kindness, she's like a little mouse... yet, she was the one that raised all of Brown children.

"Yes, would you like it toasted with butter?" Miles asked knowing full well his sister in-law wouldn't ask what she wants, she felt a burden the moment she came out to her family about having cancer.

It shook many of her siblings, but many didn't seem to be able to have the ability to take her in or they try to figure out what to do. Miles remember how Hobie came to him freaking out, scared almost in a full breakdown for his eldest sister. His husband always said his older sister is more of mother to him than his actual drunken mother.

Miles wanted to support his husband and want to help with Ronica as much as possible. The two first thought about sending money to support her, hoping one of his siblings would take her in and watch her. Sadly, half of them couldn't because they couldn't afford it or have the time. The other half had their schedules, families, or aren't committed to that kind of responsibilities. It was all back and forth which causes them to fight, argue about the whole thing.

The other main problem was their mother, she didn't seem to care or wanted to watch over her eldest child. She didn't mind taking the money for her own personal use, which all of them knew she would do. So the Brown siblings had to make sure their older sister has to get out of that home to be take care of. Another is to watch over her, or hire someone to take care of her.

The stress causes some to ghost for a bit, which was very messed up. Ronica tries to say she can do it on her own and work something out with their mother. For the first time in years, Hobie had a cigarette from the stress, and got caught by his Sunflower. Miles never forget the look on his face.

"Sunflower? Um... this... fuck, I can't think. I... My sis..." Hobie inhale a long drag of his cigarette being outside of the small balcony from their apartment, "Delroy... that bloody.... that nitwit told us that he's out. Fucking hell, he rather spend his money on his own damn drugs."

"Shh, it's okay, baby. I understand." Miles knew his man being stressed out for his sister. Slowly went to hug him, he didn't care about him smoking, again.

He shook his head, "Chandice and the others can't take her in..."

"What? Why?" Miles looks up at him being surprised.

"I dunno... stupid excuses. Or... I dunno. You would think they would try to help." Hobie grunts, "And Ronica, too! What was she thinking telling us all late about her cancer? Level 3! 3! She needs chemo, a nurse to watch for her, and- and FUCK!" He bangs on the rail with his fist being pissed off to the point his eyes filled with tears, "She needs to feel comfortable, safe! Not with that fucking monster."

"Baby, I know. I know, you are worried. But you need to calm down," Miles rub his husband's back, "We'll figure something out."

"Luv, I... she will die if she doesn't get the help and-and I'm not ready for that. She did everything for us," Hobie weeps into his husband's arms, "How come six of us can't fucking figure out how to help her, but she can take care all of us, hmm? Tell me, how fucked up is that?"

"Hobie," Miles held his husband's face been caring and gentle, "You need to understand your siblings have lives, too. Look at us, we're here in America. Chandice is a lawyer always in and out never at home. Heck, even her own children barely sees her with the way she's always working. Delroy- well, he always been the kind to never keep his promise. Your other siblings work for minimum wage and live in smalls apartments. You even said Ronica needs to live in a comfortable home with her own space, and nurse. The only solution for them is to move back with you guys' mom! And she's not easy to deal with." He tries to give the benefit of the doubt for his sister and brother in-laws, they all ended up runaways or left home at a young age to avoid their mother. The only one that stayed was Ronica.

"It's just... she sacrifice for us so much! Why can't we? Huh? Why can't they suck it up and-" Hobie saw the look his husband gave it was a concerned frown. "Miles, Sunflower don't give me that look."

"Mi alma, you know no one wants to go back to that horrible house. Not when your mother is still there." Miles tightly hugs his husband, "We'll figure something out-" Hobie cut him off, "The only thing I can think of... nah, too much."

"What is it?"

"I... No, forget it."

"Hobie!"

"What if we move to Britain? We can buy a house, live there to take care of her." Hobie asked.

"Hobie..." Miles's eyes widen.

"I know. I know! I thought, we're fine. I'm making money from my band and-and I'm sure with this new album out and the tour, you can stop working for a bit. Just to go back to your art career. Stay at home and freelance." He tries to explain, "I know it's stupid. I never w-" Miles quickly said, "Let's do it."

"Wha?"

"Let's do it. I'm all in! Bae, Hobie," Miles stares deeply in his man's eyes, "I'm willing to do this for Ronica, I want to help and be there for her."

"Really? Like for sure?"

"I'm sure, bae."

"Alright... um... okay." Hobie let out a big smile through his teary eyes, "We're doing it. We're moving to Britain, Sunflower." The two chuckles. "Gawd, I love you."

"Love you, too, bae." Miles kisses his husband. "Mm, cigarette taste.. yuck."

"Opps, sorry, Sunflower." He put out his cigarette, "Doesn't taste as good as it use to. I'll quit, right now."

It's been two years since the move, they bought a beautiful home in a nice area with a lovely garden, and nice view of a pond. Ronica did love going to the patio outside to watch the scenery, her favorite part is watch a family of ducks waddling around the pond. It got Aaron interested to watch them.

Miles quit his job to be a freelancer artists and help take care of his sister in-law, while Hobie focus on his music career. The band had a massive fanbase causing tours to pop up, and new ideas for the next album.

Of course it was hard to move from his family and his home. New York had always been his home, and he loves every bit of it, but he wants to his husband to help Ronica as much as he can. It was hard saying good-bye to his family, even Aaron was upset in saying good bye to his grandparents. Miles knew this would be a fresh new start for the Morales family.

Seeing how Ronica is slowly recovering, it's all worth it.

"Yes, please. Perhaps a little bit of blackcurrant jam." Ronica kindly said liking her scones to be a lightly toasted with butter and jammed.

"Alright, no cream?"

"Oh no, darling. It's much too sweet for me." She said.

"Okay," Miles went back passing by his four year old son watching television and playing with his toys. His hand playfully petted his boy's bald head, "What you doin', bebé?"

"Umm... watchin' Spongebob." Little Aaron already talking and walking being a kind boy. Now he has a British accent like his papá. It makes Miles crack up, because he never thought his son would speak in a British accent.

Miles smiles at his boy before going to the kitchen to prepare for teatime, "Mi vida, you hungry?" He called for his son being reminded if he wants some snacks.

"Yes, daddy." Little Aaron walks into the kitchen with his hands together being curious.

"You want a Chocolate scone or blueberry one?" Miles asked.

"Hmmm?" The little boy took a moment before he asked, "Daddy, can I have a two chocolate covered biscuits?" His British accents is heavily influenced by his aunty and his daycare friends.

"Now, you know you can't have cookies, right now." Miles noticed his son having some fixation with cookies and would gobble it up like nothing. "You had one in the morning."

"I did? Oh dear," He looks a bit surprised like his daddy told a lie to him, he grab his Bluey blue shirt having to pull down being a bit anxious, "I simply can't remember."

This made Miles hold on his giggle with his lips pressed together, hearing his son speaking so polite is adorable and funny. Never in his life he expected this, always thought his boy would have a full blown Brooklyn accent.

We're living in Britain, now.

"How about a scone, mi vida?" Miles asked.

"No, thank you. It's terribly dry for me." Aaron said being unamused by the second option.

"How about a teacake?" Miles knows a teacake with a bit of butter will be alright. "A little butter."

"Is it the one with chocolate and marshmallows?"

"Aaron, you know that has a biscuit in it?"

"Yes, but it's a teacake. A lovely teacake." He looks at his parent with a puppy pout, "I rarely eat them."

That is true....

Miles sighs, "Alright, mi amor. One teacake and a side of strawberries?"

"Okay. Thank you." Aaron turns to his television, "Now, if you excuse me, I would like to watch my show." He went back to the living room.

Miles finally let out a giggle being so amused at his son, he quickly went to get the tea and scones ready. He took out a small sippy cup with a none caffeine tea with milk for his son, since Ronica and Hobie mention that Aaron should start liking tea like the other kids.

Depending on the parents, they would allow tea to their child's diet. Some add milk, others drink plain. Miles wanted Aaron to slowly get use to it by adding more of a none-caffeinated tea with milk.

The thirty one year old came by with a tray with their tea and treats, "Tea is ready. Aaron, honey, come join us for tea time." He and Ronica saw Aaron quickly pausing his show with a remote, before rushing to sit on his daddy's lap.

"Oh, how lovely!" Aaron saw the tray being well organized and presentable, his own little plate with a chocolate teacake and strawberries on the side and a sippy cup.

Miles picks up his son and hand his sippy cup, "Here you go, mi vida." Giving him a kiss on his bald head then a gentle rub. "How is it?"

"It's nice." Aaron sips his tea with milk enjoying the taste. "May I have a teacake, please?"

Ronica giggles, "He's such a polite boy. Hobie use to be like that when he was a toddler with me but never our other siblings."

"Hahaha, he respects you too much." Miles chuckles having a buttered scone in his hand to take a bite.

Aaron sips his sippy cup then took a bite of his chocolate covered marshmallow teacake. A bit of chocolate got around his lip as he chews. "You like your teacake, bebé?" Miles asked his son who was nodding as he's chewing.

"Mmm-hmm."

Ronica chuckles, "He has a massive sweet tooth like his pa." She took a sip of her tea.

"Oh yeah, I would have to hide the teacakes or else Hobie would devour it all in one sitting." Miles said, "I find these tea times really fun when I first moved into Britain."

"It's quite nice, isn't it? Aaron seems to get the accent plus the Jamaican one, too." Ronica giggles having to be the main influenced when she watches her nephew.

Aaron did pick up a British Jamaican accent while living in Britain. Miles was aware once Aaron fully understood Hobie and Ronica speaking Patois here and there, even he would use the language. Meanwhile, Miles is trying to teach him Spanish and had the daycare put up for Spanish Speaking lessons. "He's becoming a little British boy."

His sister in-law laughs in amusement, "Indeed he is. He's been liking the food, too. You were having a hard time adjusting, hmm?"

"Haha," Miles did admit he didn't like the food in this country, it had a rather plain taste to it. Certain locations didn't have the flavors he craves for. He did admit he did became fond of Battered fish and chips, pastries, and their chocolates. Luckily Hobie and Ronica show him areas where it's mainly focus on Caribbean shops for their seasoning and fun spots they like to eat. "Yeah, the food didn't have any flavor. Also, the coke here isn't as good as the one in the US."

"Really? I quite like coke here. Then again, I never traveled anywhere except the local shop near my old home." Ronica's show a bit of sadness, "I never did anything extravagant compare to my brothers and sisters really."

"There's still time for you to do the things you want. How about we write a list what you wanna do or go. I'm sure we can make it happen."

"Oh no, you and Hobie did so much for me. It would be-" Miles placed his hand on Ronica's thin hand with a gentle smile on his face, "Nica, it's alright. We're family. We got your back. See it as Hobie repaying you for dealing with him when he was a kid. Besides, you deserve to enjoy yourself and be free. You're no longer at your mother's and need to watch her."

"Thank you. I'm just... I don't believe I deserve it. I felt like I didn't do enough with my siblings."

"You did plenty. You gave up most of your life for them and it shouldn't been you, it was your mother's responsibility. You deserve to treat yourself and enjoy the things you want that's why Hobie gave you allowances and credit cards. So tell me, where did you wish to travel?"

"Hmm," Ronica let out a shy smile, "I always did want to go to the Big Apple. Hobie always loves talking about how the food is large, the places are crazy and the people are just as wild. I did want to go to London, too. I rarely got as much to visit places around here." She admits she never left her home not when she only wants to buy groceries or simple clothing in near shops.

"Then, we can plan it." Miles happily said.

Aaron already finished his teacakes and had lick his hands covered in chocolate, "Mmm, delicious. Scrumptious!"

"Oh Aaron, don't lick your hands!" His daddy quickly grab a napkin to clean his hands, "I know it's good but licking your hands isn't good manners."

"But we're at home! Dad always licks his fingers when he eat cake with his hand." Aaron being confused.

Ronica giggles, "Looks like he's picking his papa's habits."

"Oh certainly not." Miles will shut down those bad habits, "I will make sure of that." He let his son eat his strawberries in peace. "I will have to talk to hubby about it."

Aaron chews on his strawberries, "Mmm, yummy." He wipe his hands on his Spider-man shirt while he grabs another strawberry.

"Aaron, you have a napkin to wipe your hands..."

"Papá wipes his hands on his pants..."

Ronica hides her giggles, "He has a mouth just like your husband."

"I'll probably have to talk to him about these habits." Miles mutters while taking a sip of his tea. He enjoys these moments with Ronica, it's like he had another sister by his side.

Aaron smack his lips, "Daddy, may I have another teacake?"

"Sorry, bud." His daddy said, "You have to wait after dinner."

"Why?"

"Because you'll get too full when it's dinner time."

"But Papá eats the whole box of teacakes! Why can't I?"

This made Ronica let out a hearty laugh, her poor nephew is throwing his sweet papa under the bus. "I'm sorry, Miles."

"No-no. Your good. I get it. Hobie and Aaron are a funny pair." Miles shook his head at the idea that his sweet baby boy is learning all of Hobie's habits. "Okay, how about this? You can get another teacake if you can ask in me in Spanish." Maybe this will be a fair outcome.

"Spanish?" Aaron asked.

"Sí, pregúntame en español." Miles spoke Spanish to his son.

Aaron turns to face Ronica with an adorable lip smacking sound, he wanted another teacake. Then he asked in Spanish, "Puedo comer otro pastel de té?" Without even trying, he looks at his daddy with the most innocent face.

Oh, that's the innocent look his husband pulls! This made Ronica let out a gasp with a wide smile seeing a similar Hobie Brown.

Miles could only give him another one, "This is your last one, Cookie." A little nickname he gave his son for his love for cookies or as the British say biscuits.

"Yay!" Aaron happily claps his hands with joy. The four year boy happily ate up his second teacake with pure joy.

It was night time and the famous punker arrived in his private home from a long day in the music studio, writing songs, fixing tunes, and singing different styles... it's all a very long process. He came home to a quiet house, it's late so he figured his sister and son went off to bed. They never like missing curfew, so he went to the kitchen to find an island with a plate of his food covered with his name on it.

"Awe, Sunflower." His heart flutters knowing his husband prepared him a plate. Oh, and it looks like it's rice and peas with Jamaican chicken curry, and fried plantains. Hobie's mouth watered when he saw Jamaican fried dumplings. He can tell his sister helped Miles in making their mother's fried dumplings, though it should be known as Ronica's fried dumplings. The old bat never did anything for him or siblings.

The lights turned out, "Welcome back, Anarchist." Hearing his husband's soft voice, the older punker happily turns to him leaning on the side wall where the switch was.

"Sunflower." Hobie let out a warm smile, he saw his husband wearing a loose knitted oversized sweater and pajamas pants with slippers. His hair in a navy blue bonnet. "How was today? Was work too much?"

"Honestly, it was easy. Your sister ate a good amount," Miles went over to sit next to the island, watching his husband heat up his dinner in the microwave. "Aaron ate two plate fulls."

"Oh yeah? The lad is eatin' like a man." Hobie grins at his husband, "Just like me."

"And he's picking up certain habits from you, too."

"Like?"

"He licks hands and says you lick your fingers when you grab cake and eat it like this," Miles mimics how Hobie grabs a slice of cake with one hand and eats it, "or he wipes his dirty hand on his clothes and say you do it with your jeans..."

"Well, I don't actually wipe my hands on my jeans, Sunflower..."

"and how you always eat a whole box of teacakes and he only gets one so he ask why he can't get another one before dinner."

"Cheeky lad. Throwing me under the bus."

Miles went over to hug his punker, his arms around his waist, "Bae, Aaron is four and he's picking up these things and thinking they're okay. I just want you to be mindful when he's in the room. Also, we're gonna strict your daily sugar intake, just this week I bought twelve boxes of teacakes and we're down with only two!"

"In my defense when I get high I need my teacakes, and I need my snacks." Hobie happily said as he kisses his husband's lips, "Love you."

"Hobie."

"Alright, I'll be a well-mannered gentlemen, but only after he goes to bed I get to be myself." His punker hums, "And here I thought I'm going to raised my little anarchist."

"He can be an anarchist and have good manners. I don't want him being gross at daycare and stains don't come off easily, bae." Miles explained, "Now, give me a kiss." He pucker his lips waiting for his hubby to kiss him.

"Mwah, then I'll make him the most witty anarchist yet." Hobie chuckles lowly.

"Please, he's already like you. You should've seen him when I told him he could have another teacake if he can ask me in Spanish, and he acted all innocent! He gave that look you always do when you pretend to not know what's going on?"

"What look?" Hobie does the look.

"That look!" His husband pointed it out. Hobie let out a deep chuckle being amused.

"And did he?"

"He asked fully in Spanish as a four year old would. Hobie, we're raising another you. Ronica find it so amusing."

"Hahaha, I bet she did. I was a lil pain in the arse and she cursed me out about how I would end up with a little me."

Miles laughs, "Because no one can be Hobie Brown if it's his own kin."

"Exactly, luv. Mwah. Mwah!" He kisses his husband lips and the tip of his nose, "Love you for putting up with us."

"Oh hahaha, you know I love you guys." Miles playfully shove his man, "Besides, Aaron is gonna make you stress when he's a teenager."

"Please, I dealt with my brother, Abraham and Delroy was known to cause trouble with gals in our neighborhood."

"And you think Aaron won't? Teenagers are always curious. Remember how you were with my dad?" Miles arched his eyebrow with a smug look on his face. "I think that's where he got gray hairs."

"Me? Naur, I refuse to believe your pops got grey hairs because of me, Sunflower." He had a wide smirk on his face giving a weak lie.

Miles hums, "If you say so, bae."

"I swear!"

His husband can only rolled his eyes, "Anyway, I've been wanting to talk to you about our summer vacation."

"Yeah?"

"Ronica told me she always wanted to explore the United Kingdom a bit more. Maybe we can take a safe road trip with her and Aaron?"

"Hmm, you know what that does sound a good idea. I was wanted her to go to London and let her live a little." The punker did want his sister to enjoy herself.

"And Scotland would be nice to go. I was looking at a nice hotel, but I wanted to make sure if you're okay with this. I know this is all maybe seeing we have to wait how her condition gets."

"It'll be fine to take her as long as she gets better if not baby steps. We'll go one important city for a day." Hobie took out his warm plate from the microwave after he heard the beep. "Maybe go to the beach for her to experience everything."

"We can take her to a nice cafe, book store and maybe take her on a blind dates?" Miles offers.

Hobie frowns, "I dunno about blind dates... she's very inexperience with those things and with mum putting fucked up thoughts in her head..."

"We can give her therapy, if she wants it." Miles knows his husband's mother had ruined a lot of the Brown children's self esteem, especially Ronica taking the worst verbal abuse. It's a shame to see his sister in-law viewing herself as an ugly woman with no appealing features on her body, she made comments about her hair, her black skin or her face. Yet she had beautiful dark umber skinned that makes her so majestic, so appealing to see. "Your mother was a monster, Hobie. You know, a bitter woman couldn't stand her children especially her daughters doing better than her. She's a drunk with nothing to show for it all over for a man who left her and you guys."

The crazy about the Brown's children, they do not look their age. They are the prime example of Black don't crack. Ronica being the main proof, she's forty years old looking in her twenties. Right now, she looks older because of her cancer, when she's cured she'll be back looking young and beautiful.

"When she gets better, perhaps we can ease into it. It's a sensitive topic. Our mum really called us ugly stupid useless bastards." Hobie knows this all too well.

"Horrible. Such a horrible woman." Miles remember meeting her once and that was enough for him to walk before wanting to smack the old bitter woman around. "I'm just glad with got Nica out of there."

Hobie nodded, "Yes, we did." The two stood in silence for the moment.

"Well, finish your meal, bae." Miles patted his husband's back, "I'll be in the room."

"Alright, thank you for preparing it." Hobie pulls him into a side hug.

"You're welcome, husband." Miles kisses his cheek before taking his leave.

After Hobie finished up his meal, he went into his bedroom to find his husband taking off his sweater revealing his bare chest. The faint scars of his top surgery looked nicely healed, and a vivid happy trail, "I didn't know you were putting on a show, Shuflower. Do I lay on the bed?" He jokes.

"Ha, ha, ha." Miles fake laughs at his husband before putting on a big oversize white t-shirt to sleep, "just changing into my comfy shirt, you horn-dog."

"I do enjoy seeing you strip." Hobie sat on his bed to take off his heavy thick Doc Martin black boots, then remove his jewelry making clicking sounds as he set them on his nightstand.

"You must be so exhausted?" Miles finished changing, he crawl on his king size bed to go over his husband to massage his shoulders, "Ohh, you're tense."

"Mmm, feels nice, lovely." His husband groans at the massage. "I need this."

"You're working hard, bae."

"Have to with the deadline for the album. We only got to finished two songs... fucking Karl is on this drama crap with his boyfriend." He grunts.

"You think they would get married already."

"Heh, they act like they young. We're getting old, Sunflower." He lift his head to face his Miles.

"Ay, we're still young and thriving."

"Ha, not with these back pains."

"Oh bae, please. Just the other week you went to a party taking shots, and drinking beer like you were twenty one." Miles huffs, "Your being so dramatic."

"I had a nasty hangover the day after." He pouted, "And I use to mix my drinks, now I can't handle tequila."

"You never did. Bae, Tequila is the worst for you." His husband cracks up.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah!"

"Yeah?" Hobie playfully got on top of his husband giving his tickles and blowing raspberries on his neck. Miles bursts into giggles as he struggles to break free.

"Hobie that tickles!" He laughs again.

The punk give him a kiss, "Sunflower, you challenged me."

"No, I didn't it." He laughs, then he quickly got on his husband's lap.

"Oh? Luv, it's like you want something from me." His arms resting on his husband's waist, "Hmm?"

"Oh yeah?" Miles flirted.

"Yeah," Hobie patted Miles' rear, "Alright, let me go shower."

"No."

"No?"

"You smell good, stay for a bit." Miles' hands cup his punker's jaw, "You don't wanna stay with me for a bit, hmm?"

Hobie smirks with a low seductive voice, his lips lightly graze his Sunflower's, "You always know how to get me in the palm of your hands, luv."

Miles giggles as the two kiss passionately. Hobie happily falls on his back and mutters about a condom in his nightstand. "Shh, don't worry about it. We always wanted another baby." Miles suggested as he unbuckle his man's belt. Hobie could only smile loving at his husband.