#mommy (but I actually see quill as a parent-)

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A friend showed me their fem!Quill design and I exploded in my brain!!

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I could request a smut with draco post war, where he and his wife (reader) have tried to have sex but their young children always interrupt them in some way, so they give it to cissy to take care of so they can have privacy. Thank you and only if you feel comfortable writing this request😊😊

Interruption.

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draco malfoy x reader | smut | anon requested.

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draco twisted the doorknob entering the house with his sleeping 5 year old son on his hips, the familiar scent tickling his nose as he step into their house, a smile crept up to his face as he sees the mother of his kid busying herself in the kitchen.

“hi dray, he’s asleep?” y/n whispers, walking to her husband, examining their son and she smiles as she sees her son sleeping peacefully resting his head on his father’s shoulder.

“he is, love. i think he got exhausted after playing all day in the park, lemme put this little guy on his bed first okay?” draco said as he kisses her forehead before heading into his son’s bedroom.

draco put scorpius carefully on his bed, pulling the cover up to his small body, he chuckles internally as he watched that scorpius is a spitting image of him. he left a kiss on his forehead as he closed the door quietly then head downstairs going back to his wife.

“hey, how’s your day? i miss you so much, love” draco put his hand around y/n’s waist startling her, he buried his face onto the crook of her neck inhaling his favorite scent making her giggles.

“i miss you too, dray. its been lovely, how about you hmm? did you have fun with our little guy?” y/n said not turning back as she still chopping the carrots.

“we did but he kinda took out all of my energy, you know what that means, right?” draco smirked as he pressed her back closer to his chest, his hands started to groping around her body.

“d-draco scorpius is s-sleeping” y/n said between her moans as her husband pressed her ass against his crotch and rubbing it behind her, she gripped the knife harder.

“then we’ll have to be quiet” he turns her around pushing her back against the table carefully, quickly catching her lips on his, kissing his wife hungrily moaning instantly into the kiss. she broke the kiss to catch some breath.

“f-fuck y/n” draco let out a whispered moan into her ear as he starts grinding his boner on her core, y/n throw her head back in pleasure feeling butterflies errupted in her stomach as he starts to trailing kisses down on her neck and still grinding on her.

“god its been so long since the last time, baby. i cant believe we managed to last that long” y/n chuckles at his words but turns into a hitched moan as draco pulled down the straps of her dress and latching his lips onto her nipple sucking on it, she interlocked her hand with his hair.

“no bra, yeah? as if you know you were gonna get fucked” y/n bites down her bottom lip, her eyes never leaving her husband who started to go down kissing her stomach, she gets more excited as he lifts up the bottom of her dress and kissing her inner thighs.

“d-draco please-” y/n hooked one of her leg onto his shoulder as he pushes her panties aside, he was about to gives all her craving but-

“mommy, daddy!” both of them froze as they heard a small footsteps approaching them, they quickly redressing themselves and act normal as their son run to y/n, hugging her leg.

“whats wrong baby?” y/n asked worriedly as she gets down on his level, patting his head.

“i’m having a nightmare mommy” she places soft kisses to all over his face to calm him down then she looks at draco who still held the frustation on his face, she wanted to laugh but she remember that her baby needs her right now.

“c’mon daddy lets put scorpius back in his room” y/n teasingly said running her fingers on his cheek, draco clenched his jaw gritting his teeth as he realizes what his wife playing at.

“you’re gonna regret that, babygirl” draco whispers into her ear as she walking the three of them to scorpius’s bedroom, he walked behind her and squeezing her ass, he smirks when he heard her gasped.

after an hour of reading scorpius a book, telling him a story, he finally gets back into his sleep but y/n and draco are too tired to continuing what they were about to do in the kitchen.

y/n look up to her husband who already staring at her, her mouth agape as she watches draco mouthed “i’m still horny” to her. holding out her laughter she shook her head.

“not now draco, we almost get caught by our son” y/n said quietly cant help but chuckles lowly when she sees draco whining and rubbing his face in frustration.

>>>>>

the next day comes, draco was sitting on his chair working through something, a quill on his hand and a parchment in front of him. then he heard rustling behind him, he turns around to find his beloved wife, only in a towel.

y/n gives him a wink and motioning him to come over making draco gulped, he made his way to her as fast as possible then pulling her closer by her waist, his lips immediately founding hers, his hand goes to unwrap the towel and it falls down onto the floor.

draco let out a grunts as he sees y/n’s exposed body he was getting hard by the seconds, he grabbed her by her thighs and placed her on his desk. his hands roaming around her body.

y/n moans softly when she feels draco sucking on her nipple, his hand playing with the other and his free hand rubbing her clit collecting the wetness, he brought his fingers into his mouth sucking it hungrily making y/n whimpers at his action. draco was about to pulls down his sweatpants until he heard a soft knocks on the door, he groaned in frustration.

“mommy, daddy? i’m so bored, can we go get an ice cream?” scorpius yelled behind the door making draco frustrated more.

y/n melted at her son’s voice, quickly getting a piece of clothes and putting it on, draco look at her in disbelief.

“are you serious, y/n?” draco loves his son so much but he always had a bad timing.

“draco he wants to get an ice cream, i cant say no to him, later okay? now c’mon” y/n chuckles at his pouted face, she kisses the tip of his nose and leading him with her to approaching their child.

after hours taking a walk and getting an ice cream per their son’s wishes, they go back to the house.

draco took a seat on the couch in their living room reading daily prophet while his wife and his kid starts to playing together in front of him, enjoying their day off but suddenly an owl barging into the house making the three of them turning their heads at it. draco raised his eyebrows in confusion as he takes the letter from the owl.

y/n rose up from the floor wanting to see who was sending them a letter, scorpius still unbothered playing with his toys.

“oh its from mother” draco said as he opened the enveloped.

Dear Draco & Y/n,

How are you? I havent heard anything about the three of you, I sent this letter to tell you both that Lucius & I missed our grandchild so much, I was hoping that he could stay for a little bit in the Manor, we wanted to spend some time with him. I wish you all healthiness as always.

Narcissa.

“perfect.” draco smirked as he finishes reading his mothers’ letter looking up to his wife with a sly grin making her blush.

“scorp?” he called out his son smiling at him as scorpius turning his head to listen to his father.

“do you want to stay with your grandmother and grandfather? they said they missed you and will be happy if you’re staying with them for awhile.”

“really? of course yes dad!! i missed them so much, mommy please pack my stuff” scorpius shouted happily, jumping around with his toy in his hand making his parents laugh at their boy’s cuteness.

in the evening, draco, y/n and scorpius apparated to the Malfoy Manor. lucius and narcissa already waiting at the front door welcoming the little family happily. scorpius runs to his grandmother and she picked him up kissing his cheeks.

“draco, y/n aren’t you staying too?” lucius asked as he watched the couple didnt go inside with them.

“uh father actually we were kinda busy- the work is stuffing up our faces.. but thank you for willing to take care of scorpius” draco nervously said as lucius looked at them in confusion but after connecting the dots together, he nods giving his son a smirk.

“sure sure, have fun you two” y/n widen her eyes but quickly laughed it off, the pair blushing madly because of draco’s father words but draco hurriedly takes her hand in his and apparating back to their house saving them from embarrassment.

as they appeared back in their house draco opened the door and shoving his wife inside kicking the door behind them as he pushed y/n against it.

“woah woah slow down draco” y/n laughs at her husband aggressiveness but interrupted by his lips capturing hers, she returns the kiss with the same passion, moans slipped off of her as draco undressing both of them.

“fuck- i cant take it anymore baby wanna take you right here right now” draco places wet kisses on her neck, marking every inch of her skin. he slowly get down after he finished assaulting her neck, continuing what he was doing yesterday, but now without any interruptions.

“draco.. oh- fuck” y/n couldnt control her moans anymore as draco drowned his head between her thighs eating her out making his wife squirming and scratching on the door.

draco let out a hum at the taste of her, he was hungry he eats her out like a starved men, its not only for her but for his pleasure too. y/n’s moan ringing in his ear filling the house making he gets more hungrier, he inserts his fingers into her thrusting and curling them inside of her making her body shake, his tongue skillfully playing with her clit.

“oh my god draco.. i-im so close!” y/n warned him, she was closer than she thought, after she said that she felt her orgasm snapped through her body, a loud moan of her husband’s name escaped her lips, it feels too good.

“fuck i missed this, babygirl. taste so fucking delicious.” draco hummed as he lapping up her juices closing his eyes at the taste, he was longing for it.

draco stand up after he finished, looking at y/n who was still catching her breath, he chuckles deeply before reconnecting their lips, shoving his tongue down her throat letting her taste herself, he squeezes her ass giving it a few slaps before placing one of her legs on his waist and he starts to lining his cock on her glistening cunt. whimpers and begging came out from her mouth.

“h-holyfuck y/n feels so good” draco groans as he bottomed fully inside her letting her adjust for a second before picking up his pace, he starts to rocked in and out of her, her walls clenching and squeezing hard around him making it impossible for him to last longer.

y/n’s body bouncing up and down uncontrollably against the door, all she cares now was getting her high again and feeling her husband’s cum filling her up. she rolled her hips fucking him back, loud moan left her lips as the head of his brushing her spot, draco took a notice and pounding harder into thek spot making her seeing the stars.

“fuck fuck fuck y/n im gonna fucking come if you keep doing that.” draco wrapped both of her legs on his waist the new angle making his cock going deeper inside her, he screams her name as y/n starts to pulsing around him signaling she was close, he sneaked one of his hand and rubbed a small circle on her clit making her body jolted out at the double pleasure.

“yes- yes.. oh my god im cumming daddy!” y/n doesnt care about her words anymore as she lets her second orgasms washed over her- wait no she’s.. she just squirted all over draco.

“holy shit! that was so fucking hot.. gonna give you all of my cum until you carry my second child.. f-fuck y/n take all of me!” draco screams her name out loud as he stilled, shooting all of his semen into his wife filling her womb non stop until some of it dripped out of her but he quickly pushing it back inside not letting it go to waste.

draco is still inside her, both of their bodies shaking from their intense orgasms. y/n look up to him, sweats running on his forehead, his blonde hair messy, mouth hung open to steadying his breath, he looks like a god.

they continue their activities for a whole days, now without interruptions. rounds after rounds, on the couch, on the desk, against the walls, in their room, in the bathroom, basically everywhere in their house, it was like they were making up for the lost times.

and a month after, lucius and narcissa were given a news, that draco and y/n are expecting their second child.

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Future Mrs. Malfoy

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Genre: Fluff! So much Fluff!

Universe: No Voldemort. No War :) No trauma

Word Count: 1.3k

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I’m back with more Draco fluff! My speciality! :) Draco calls with reader Malfoy instead of by her last name.

”This assignment must be completed with your partner. Only turn in one set with both names written on it” Professor Slughorn paced the room in between the tables filled with Slytherin and Gryffindor students. “You must research the ingredients needed for the Draught of Living Death Potion, how to make this potion, and what is it that it does.”

“This must be done by the next class before you actually brew the potion.” Professor Slughorn stopped in front of Dean and Seamus for the next part, as if directly speaking to them. “This is a very powerful potion and you must get it right.”

You turned to Draco who was sitting next to you and gave him a smile, he saw you and winked. Having the best potions student as your boyfriend had its perks. 

“You will be given the remaining of the class to finish this assignment, but I expect you to have the assignment completed by the next class.” 

“Let’s get started darling”, Draco pulled out parchment paper from his bag and set it on the table. 

“I’m so glad I have you as my partner for potions.”

“What would you do without me” Draco teased you lightly as he poked your side with his quill.

“Go and partner up with Potter”, you giggled into your palm as Draco looked over at you, definitely not amused with your joke. “I’m joking babe. I wouldn’t even go near Potter.”

“Good”, he muttered underneath his breath. “Now let’s get started. I want to finish this here so we don’t have to worry about it later.”

“You owe me a kiss for that joke by the way,” Draco added with a smirk as he wrote your names on the top of the parchment. You didn’t even pay attention to that at the moment. But he had written Draco & (Y/N) Malfoy on the top of it.

“Fine, you’ll get all the kisses you want later.”

“All that I want?”

--

You were currently in Draco’s dorm after a tiring day of class. Both of you had just finished your days and had returned from dinner. You grabbed your bag looking for your favorite lip gloss when you pulled out the graded assignment that Slughorn had handed back today. You hadn’t noticed before but the top of the paper where your names were placed read: Draco & (Y/N) Malfoy. 

You walked to where Draco was laying on the bed after just showering and getting ready to relax for a bit. You laid down next to him with the parchment paper still in your hand. 

“Draco it seems you forgot to write my full name.” You sat up and handed him the parchment papers so he could see his mistake. He grabbed them from you and barely looked at them.

“I didn’t darling.” He stated simply as he handed them back to you. “I’m just using the last name you’ll have one day so you can get used to it.”

“Draco”, you whined as you placed your head in a pillow in an attempt to hide your reddening cheeks.

“You know we are practically engaged,” he lifted your head gently off the pillow so that you were looking at him. 

“We were five when you proposed to me”, you laughed at the memory of you and Draco when you were younger. 

You had come over to Malfoy Manor with your mother who was having tea with Narcissa Malfoy. You were currently playing in the garden with Draco who you had known since you both were babies. Many playdates later and the both of you were basically inseparable. He was your best friend in the whole world. 

“I have a surprise for you”, Draco said as his tiny hand grabbed yours to guide you in the direction of the bench near Narcissa’s garden.

“What is it “, you asked excitedly, smiling widely as you sat on the bench as Draco stood in front of you.

“This ring”, Draco grabbed a small box from his pocket. He opened the box and pulled out a ring with an emerald in the middle. “Mother let me get it for you.”

“It's so pretty”, you squealed as you let him put it on your finger. 

“My mommy has one that my dad gave to her when they got married.” You explained to him as you were still looking at the ring on your finger.

“We should get married when we’re older. Do you want to marry me when we're older?” Draco said as he now took the seat right next to you.

“Okay!”

Your parents thought it was the cutest thing ever.

“You still have that ring and wear it everyday darling”, he grabbed the small ring on the necklace around your neck, playing with the tiny ring. When it had become too small to wear, you had placed it on a necklace to wear instead. It was a simple silver band with a tiny green emerald in the middle. The Malfoy’s didn’t play when it came to jewelry, even when it was little Draco giving it to you.

“Plus remember when I gave you these”, Draco grabbed your hand and pointed at the matching snake ring you both had as well as the small diamond ring, a Malfoy family heirloom.

“Of course I do babe” you remembered fondly the summer before sixth year when you had stayed at Malfoy Manor for a month. Your parents had gone off on a trip, which you did not want to go on, had allowed you to stay with the Malfoys. They had been long family friends and they didn’t see any issue staying with them for a long extended period of time. 

“Do you remember what I said to you darling”, he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into a hug. You threw the papers in your hand to the floor as laughter escaped to you. He placed multiple kisses all over your face. 

“Yes! You said it’s just a placeholder for my actual engagement ring.” You snuggled in closer to him as he tickled your side lightly. “And you said it would also let any other guy know to not even get near me.”

“I wasn’t joking you know”, Draco mumbled as he kissed the top of your hair. 

“I know.”

“You’re the future Mrs. Malfoy you should get used to being called your future last name now.”

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“(Y/L/N), I need to borrow your notes for Divination.” Theo said as he walked to the table that you and Draco were currently sitting at. “I accidentally lost mine.”

“Malfoy”, Draco said without turning his attention from his essay in front of him. The both of you were currently sitting in the Slytherin common room studying when Theo came up to you.  

“What’, Theo looked over to you confused at what Draco had said.

“Malfoy, that is her future last name so please refer to her as that instead”, Draco said while still looking down at his work, as if to imply that this should be common knowledge by now.

“Okay, (Y/L/N)-- I mean Malfoy or whatever last name you are using, can I please borrow them?” You playfully rolled your eyes at your boyfriend's antics. 

“Here you go Theo”, you said as you handed a still confused Theo the notes from the table. “Don’t lose these too.”

“Thanks Malfoy”, Theo said teasingly as he walked away from you. “And I won’t.” 

“See I told you it would catch on.”

“It will if you tell everyone to call me Malfoy.”

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It was only a year after you had graduated from Hogwarts that you were officially engaged to Draco Malfoy. 

He had gotten down on one knee on your anniversary and asked you to be his wife.

You excitedly agreed with tears streaming down your face. He gave you a ring that was a combination of both your previous rings. This one though had your first name initial and Malfoy engraved in the inside of the band.

-----

Months later you stood in the front of all your friends and family where you were officially announced as Mrs. Draco Malfoy.

You were now a Malfoy. Even though he had been calling you Malfoy for years now.

(Y/N) Malfoy.

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Friendly Comforts

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Cassie and William were at the coffee table in the living room of the lake house lazily building a house of cards while everyone else lazed about in their own way. Most of the kids were up in their own rooms playing or watching tv, but they decided to stay downstairs. Stephen was in the kitchen washing dishes, and Tony was dozing on the couch behind William with baby Lucy sleeping on his chest. One was drooling and the other was snoring softly, but it was nothing like the way Quill snored.

Cassie was still used to Tony's snoring though. He did raise her for five years, and the lake house was home for her. It held bittersweet memories and of course some fun ones as well. Like the time Tony was having a really good day and helped the girls plant the vegetable garden at the side of the house. He fortunately had quite a few good days, but the bad days still won over in quantity. Getting out of bed had been hard for him, so Cassie took it upon herself to make things easier for him. If Tony slept in, Cassie would go into his room and get Diana out of her crib (or her bed when she was older) and make her breakfast and take care of her until Tony was ready to face the day.

There had been a couple of days that were so bad he had stayed in bed all day. Fortunately those were days when Cassie was old enough to cook for them with the stove and Diana was easily occupied with her coloring books or the tv.

"Was this all ever too much for you?" William suddenly asks after placing a card on top of the ones that Cassie stacked against each other. The house continued to stand.

"Hmm...no. I don't think so. When I was still living with my mom and Paxton, it was always quiet there. Then my dad became Ant-Man and things were more exciting...then we moved to the tower. I had a lot more fun there because there was always something going on. I can tell you that Mom has sighed exactly four hundred and sixty-seven times before the snap." Cassie smiles.

"You kept count?" William asks in surprise. "What's he at now?"

"Oh, pfft. I don't know. With all of the Avengers and seven kids, he sighs so much that I lost count."

Stephen sighs from the kitchen. "Cassie, please stop counting how often I sigh."

Both teens smile and the girl looks back at the house of cards and stacks another pair of cards. They work on the fragile structure in silence up until William slowly starts to place the last card they need to complete it. Before he even gets close, the table rattles from the force of a thump from upstairs and both of them sigh with exasperation when the cards go tumbling down onto the coffee table and some onto the floor around them.

"Ugh...I really should know better to do something like that when my parents are around." Cassie says and makes a face as she starts to clean up the cards.

"Want to play a board game instead?" William asks and Cassie nods.

"How about…" She gets up and walks over to the bookshelf stacked with board games. "Connect Four?"

William nods and Cassie grabs the game off of the shelf and takes it over to the coffee table and sits back down. While William puts the plastic pieces together, Cassie seperates the colored plastic coins and pushes one of the piles over to him. They play the game quietly, occasionally pulling the bottom to the side to let the coins clatter to the table to start another game, and Stephen eventually brings snacks over to them. Strawberries and cream for William, and Cheez-Its for Cassie each in their seperate bowls.

"Thanks Mom." William says softly and Stephen smiles and pats his head.

"You're welcome."

Cassie smiles. "Hey Will...you want to see something funny?"

"What?"

She grins and leans closer to William to tap Tony's shoulder and he grunts and bats her hand away. He was definitely away though...just not completely and that was exactly where Cassie needed him. She had discovered this funny little tidbit while she lived here with him and Diana and every once in a while she would do this to get a laugh.

"Tony?" Cassie says softly.

"Huh? What?" The engineer mumbles but keeps his eyes closed.

"Mom wanted me to tell you that he's pregnant. With triplets."

Stephen chokes on the tea he was drinking from and looks at Cassie in bewilderment but she just smiles and holds her finger up.

"Tha's great." Tony mutters and waves at her. "Just tell him to keep them in for a couple of years."

Stephen wipes his mouth. "I can't decide whether to be happy that he accepts that so easily or concerned. There are a few things wrong with that conversation." He shakes his head and sits on the other couch to watch tv as the teens go back to their game.

"I'm surprised you're not trying to take Lucy." Cassie says and Stephen sighs heavily.

"There has been a recent discovery that she is the biggest daddy's girl. I did all of the work and she wants him." He says the last part with an expression like he ate something sour and Cassie laughs.

"It was bound to happen sooner or later. She's his Valerie."

Stephen snorts and turns his attention back to the tv, and after about half an hour, Friday alerts them that Valerie had woken up from her nap. William volunteers to go get her, and gets up and goes up to the master bedroom when Stephen nods, and he smiles when he sees the toddler sitting up in her crib and rubbing her eyes. When Valerie sees him approach the crib, she stands up and holds out her arms for him, yawning as William takes her out of her crib.

"Have a good nap?"

"Uh-huh."

"Want to help me kick Cassie's butt in Connect Four and share my snack?" He smiles when she nods again and takes her down to the living room where he sits back down and sets Valerie in his lap. "I have a partner now." He grins to Cassie.

"Well your partner is more interested in your snack right now." The other teen giggles.

Sure enough, Valerie was picking up one of William's strawberries and scooping up some whipped cream with it. He shrugs and they start a new game that the toddler watches quietly as she munches on her snack, until she points at a column with her other hand.

"There." She says.

"Oh. Good eye." William praises as he drops his coin into the slot for the win and Cassie pouts.

"She's too good at this game." She says and the beam that adorned Valerie's face had the teens and Stephen melting.

It wasn't even a lie either. Valerie knew how the game was played and knew how to win, and she had easily kicked her siblings butts without them letting her win. It was one game they could actually play with her and not have to stretch out to their planned loss because she was that good at it.

A hitch of breath draws William's and Cassie's attention, and Stephen lunges forward when he sees Tony's fingers curling toward his palm. His arm was acting up again and he hadn't even moved before he let out a pained gasp.

"Oh…god. Someone...fuck... someone take Lulu." He winces and Cassie immediately crawls around the coffee table to take the infant.

"Tony, try to relax." Stephen says gently as he uses his magic to try and help with the pain.

"I'll go get Papa." Cassie says as she stands with Lucy held to her shoulder.

Stephen nods and Cassie heads up the stairs to get Quill, and William cleans up their game with Valerie's help. While Tony's episodes were rare, Valerie understood what was happening so seeing her father in pain didn't scare her as much as it used to. It still bothered her of course, but she knew Mommy and Uncle Quill would help him feel better, and so she usually went to play with one of her siblings whenever it happened.

"Can you help carry our snacks up to my room? We can watch a movie." William asks Valerie.

"Yes." She says and picks up the bowl of strawberries with both hands and slowly climbs the stairs.

William grabs the bowl of whipped cream and Cassie's Cheez-Its and follows Valerie, and they barely move out if the way fast enough when Quill comes tearing around the corner from his room and down the stairs. He shouts an apology over his shoulder at them as he joins Stephen at Tony's side, and William catches a glimpse of a white and blue light coming from the celestial's hands before turning the corner to go to his room. He finds Cassie standing in the middle of the hallway holding Lucy and he motions to his bedroom door with one of the bowls.

"We're going to watch a movie in my room. Wanna join?" He asks and Cassie nods, following the two as she gently rocks Lucy.

Thankfully the infant was in a good mood and not screaming about being taken away from Tony, but they both knew that wouldn't last long. The three get settled on William's bed and place the bowls in front of them so Valerie can get to the whipped cream.

"Friday? Turn on a Disney movie please? Surprise us." William asks.

His tv turns on and Sleeping Beauty pops up next and they watch it quietly until Stephen comes up about twenty minutes later.

"Is he okay?" Cassie asks.

"He'll be fine. Just needs a few minutes." Stephen smiles. "I'll take Lucy now."

"Sure." She says and hands Lucy over to him.

"Valerie? Are you okay here with your brother and Cassie?" Stephen asks.

"Uh-huh." The little girl nods and Stephen kisses the top of her head before leaving the bedroom.

"You better eat those before my brother catches a whiff of them." William tells Cassie as he points to the bowl of crackers.

"He can pry them from my cold, dead fingers." She says with a laugh as she picks up the bowl to eat her Cheez-Its.

Another twenty minutes of the movie pass in silence with the exception of crunching from Cassie and munching from Valerie and William.

"Hey...do you ever get tired of doing things?" William asks and stammers when Cassie looks at him in alarm. "I-I mean you help with Diana a lot and sometimes you help cook dinner for everyone, and I know you do a lot for your parents."

Cassie shrugs. "Sure. Every once in a while. But I just tell my parents I need a day for myself and they either order takeout or Dad makes dinner. They take care of me and protect me and it's the least I can do." Cassie chews on another small handful of crackers before continuing. "I love spending time with Diana, but she knows that sometimes I need to spend time with people my own age and she understands that."

"I wonder if me and Thomas would even be here if you weren't so nice." William says quietly. "This family has been the best thing that ever happened to us and for once we don't have to hide our powers or who we are. I feel safe here...and I want to call Stephen and Tony, Mom and Dad, because they feel like that to me. I don't want to lose any of this."

Cassie smiles and looks back at the tv. "I'm sure you've figured it out but you're stuck with us. Mom would have a conniption if you were unhappy in any way and he would do anything to fix that."

"Yeah... we're definitely putting that together." William nods. "Dad too."

"Pfft," Cassie snorts. "If anyone tried anything, he would sue them of everything they own. Even just for looking at you funny...but he's just extra like that."

William laughs and accepts the last strawberry that Valerie offers up to him and scoops up the rest of the whipped cream with it. A breeze blows against their faces a few seconds later and Cassie gasps when she finds the rest of her Cheez-Its gone and Thomas sitting on the bed and munching loudly.

"Hey!"

"I could smell them from my room." He says around his mouthful and the other two teens make a face.

"First, rude. You can just ask. Second, gross. Close your mouth." Cassie gripes.

"Thomas! I told you not to run in the house!" Stephen calls from downstairs and Thomas's eyes widen.

"How did he know?"

"Mama knows everything." Valerie says and William and Cassie point at her.

[boke---hinata---boke]

HP headcannon

TW: A shit load of reading. tears, and feels, lots of them. Also this was inspired by the sentence in bold which I was going to use in my standardized test writing section. And this makes no sense chronologically (im adhd af alright.) 

Voting is important because if there was a vote then Sirius Black wouldn’t have spent 12 worthless years in Azkaban and harry wouldn’t have been raised in an abusive household rather with wolfstar dadfoot and mommy.

Harry would’ve known all about the marauders and by the time he enters Hogwarts he knows all the secret passages and where to find the map. He also knows where to hide from Filtch, prefects doing their rounds and teachers. Harry has long since been an animagus. He would’ve entered knowing all about his parents (siriusly all about them, good and the bad.) he would have entered being a pranking god and reusing some of his dads old tricks. Every time Harry  pranks he gets a howler from Sirius about how proud he in which sirius proceeds to flirt w Dumbledore, gossip w Minnie, tell Draco to tell his dad that he’s a bitch, also tell Draco that if he doesn’t stay over for christmas he will have to listen to Sirius sending a howler everyday of him singing, and then Sirius going on to roast tf outta snivellus and properly cuss him out (he also adds in some hair flips and talks ab how supperior he is.) Harry 100% would call minerva Minnie and Minnie would be like a grandma who visited a l l t h e t I m e. He would be a flying god by the time he enters Hogwarts and is immediately on the team (Sirius likes to credit himself but we all know it was Minnies excellent coaching.) In first year when he has to get the sorcerers stone he roasts tf outta voldy “I thought a bitch who couldn’t kill a fucking baby said sum,” “no literally mate you coulda just thrown me out the window but noooo,” “don’t talk to me till you get a nose you fuckin wanker.” Harry would’ve flirted with Dumbledore to get out of detentions. Harry would’ve grown up hearing stories about Regulas and about Sirius’s family and how he was brought up. Instead of shutting down Malfoy he would’ve frickin adopted him and they would be bffs; as close as Sirius and James. Malfoy would 100% join in on pranks and plan some of them but he would never get caught. Harry hating Lockhart and cONSTANTLY pranking him (almost as much as he pranks snivey) Harry constantly reminding him of how his uncles repeatedly outranked him for the hottest wizard award. When Harry is sorted he would’ve been a MAJOR hat stall because the hat would really push for him to be in his true house *cough cough slytherin* but harry doesn’t want to leave Malfoy, he also doesn’t want to leave Minnie nor does he want to leave his parents house (and uncles) and most of all, he doesn’t want ANYTHING to do with Snape. Instead he meets Ron and Mione in the house and introduces them to Draco, at first Draco really doesn’t like them but once he starts to know them he questions his families teaching (silently of course) and decides he doesn’t want to be like them. Harry being bffs with Nott, Zabini and Pansy (they were all actually crucial in the taking down of the dark lord. When Harry hangs out with them it's just all sass and sarcasm and dark jokes (the number of people they have SCARRED). Draco and Mione being the only responsible ones and help them study all the time. Draco and Harry never sitting separately and if they do they always find some other way to communicate. Draco and Harry sitting at each others house tables ALL THE TIME and it really pisses Snape off (that may or may not be why they do it.) Draco hating Snape with a passion and yelling at him whenever he’s mean to Mione. All four of them having nicknames for each other. Draco and Mione came up w a playbook together with long elaborate shit like “initiate Page 387 paragraph 4 up section 3 clause 12.” Draco and Mione tying for first every year. God help everyone when they start to compare owls. TH E S L E E P O V E R S. All of them spending so much time in the kitchens. Draco is soooo nice to house elves because of that and actually co-founds S.P.E.W. Draco and his Slytherin friends sleeping in the Gryffindor common rooms because the password is too bigoted and they refuse to say it. The golden trio promptly begins to help, Mione looks for a spell to reverse it, Harry and Ron forcefully trying to remove the portrait meanwhile Neville brings snacks, blankets and says that they did a good job (Neville also being the one the Slytherins go to when they feel bad because of blood supremacy, Neville promptly reminding them that the fact that you feel bad and refuse it shows how good you truly are.) All of them are Neville defence squad and Neville supremacy 100%. They all repeatedly tell him how they would die for him. Draco hating Bellatrix for what he did to Neville. Draco and Harry immediately trade schedules to see what classes they share and swapping common room passwords. Draco is actually an heir of Slytherin but they all know its not him doing the attacks. Draco being with Harry in the chamber and trying his best to call off the basilisk while also telling Tom how he disgraces the Slytherin name. Draco being so nice to muggle-borns and creates a club where he helps them adjust to the Wizarding World (Sirius hears and promptly send sweets and howlers about how proud he is saying “I knew he was good oh you Lucius spawn you I’m so proud.”) Draco being really happy because Sirius knows that the Sacred 28 families look down upon affection so he doesn’t get told this by his parents. Sirius dotes on Draco always giving him affection because of this. The first time it happened Draco was like “what is this” and the golden trio’s heart broke, from then on they always display physical affection to him, hand holding, hugs forehead kisses, pet names you name it.) Draco also crying a lot because it’s the first time he’s had this since he was like 2 and doesn’t think he deserves it because of how his parents are. Draco threatening anyone who says shit about any of them and the four being as close as the marauders (so much so that all the teachers have flashbacks and ptsd from all the pranks.) Harry H A T I N G Snape for all the shit he did and calling him snivellus. Sirius hears and cries because he’s so fucking proud. Harry having to be held back from tackling Snape anytime he makes a lily reference. God have mercy for anyone who was unfortunate enough to be there when he saw snapes patronus because “it’s not love you nazi bitch! you fucking betrayed her and then got all but hurt you stalker esque bitch.” Remus literally keeping Sirius 100% in the loop when he is dada teacher man knows everything going on. Harry going to Hogsmade only to see Sirius “coincidentally” there. Sirius and Draco actually having a lot in common and Sirius completely loves the kid like wtf he’s Malfoy blood I have to hate him. When Voldey returns Draco beating up anyone who calls Harry a liar. Draco working as a spy for the order and doing little undetected acts of rebellion to help Harry. Instead of outright trying to be disowned Draco just uses everything to his advantage and is on the umbitch (Draco came up w the name) too spy yet again and healing anyone who had to use the fucking quill. In seventh year Draco and Neville begin to really work together and really like each other (platonically though) but god they are so FUCKING SARCASTIC WHEN THEY’RE TOGETHER. Draco teaching Occulmency and how to pretend like you're being Cruciod. Draco and Neville being actual besties. At the battle of Hogwarts Draco saving both Sirius and Remus and calls them both dad (they both teared up a LOT.) In the battle of Hogwarts Sirius shows up and fuckin runs over voldy w his motorcycle, Sirius also bringing a machine gun and going insane. Draco ends up killing nagini and his aunt. Draco also being known as a savior.

[blastthechaos]

Mirror - STC/STCO

This is a fanwork, regardles of how well you think it portrays the characters, use canon material to get a actual feeling of them

He looked himself in the mirror.

He rubbed his messy brown spines, looked at his crappy shoes and gloves that looked like they fall apart at any time and finally stared at his indifferent blue eyes.

He was annoyed at looking at himself, he looked like a abandoned brat that was scraping to survive...that sadly was the reality he lived on.

He sometimes wondered why did he had no parents, did they died? Did they abandoned him? He guessed the later, after all every adult avoided him like the plague, the only close things he had to friends where Johnny and Porker.

Meh, he’ll show them, one day…

Dissatisfied with what he saw, he turned away from the mirror and walked away.

He looked himself in the mirror.

He touched his blue and fused quills, looked at his white gloves and red sneakers that were worn from fighting, then went to his blue eyes, now with heavy bags included to add to his now tired look.

He HATED looking at himself, just an extension of the hatred he had for himself in general.

He called himself a hero, but he just contributed into making Mobius a worse place just as much as his enemies did. Creating Robotnik and dooming one of the closest thing he had to a parent to be a monster who ruled over the planet and made everyone miserable. Hurting people both with his words cause he couldn’t spit out how he actually felt about them and with his fists when he was pumped with Chaos Energy. Porker was now retired cause he lost his nerve from being trapped with the Metallixes for a month, he then instead of comforting him decided to insult him, sure they patched up but he was still disgusted with himself for doing so.

He spent years fighting, practically for most of his childhood and teenagehood, yet Robotnik still ruled the planet. He was a failure who pretended to be a great hero.

Disgusted, he walked away from the mirror.

He looked himself in the mirror.

He grabbed a fistful of his blue fur, looked at his worn gloves and shoes, finally setting to his now emerald green eyes, which are more tired and sad than his blue ones...as well with the add on of dried tears.

he growled at the sight of himself in the mirror. 

Because of him, Johnny died…

Even after the planet was freed and he got rid of Super Sonic from his being (he was still hunting for that bastard to get rid of him for good), trouble still arises and he barely managed to scrape together wins to keep himself and the others alive of all the bullshit that came at them.

He had to deal with the Drakons, an alien race that had a beef with him because something that happened years ago and he didn’t feel was important at the time.

He had to deal with Robotnik ever worsening sanity, from trying to attain godhood, to fusing two worlds together (and he got to see Kintobor one last time in the flesh), to trying to destroy the world and everyone and seemingly dying.

Robotnik wasn’t Kintobor, but he still felt bad that he reached such a state and it was because of his fault.

And now Johnny died, because he was such a coward that he wasn’t able to get past Chaos Fear Effect….yet Johnny could.

Outraged, he punched the mirror as hard as he could which obliterated it, he stomped away from it.

He looked himself in the mirror.

He lazily looked to his messy and dirty blue fur, his used and dirty gloves and shoes, his new brown cloak and then to his green eyes, tired, sad, with pretty big bags...and faint red spirals.

He wondered why he bothered anymore, he went to from hero as undeserved as it was, to a fugitive and pariah and it certainly didn’t do anything good for his already pretty bad mental state.

He hid it behind is usual mask of arrogance and trash talk, like he does with everything in his life.

He was angry, at Grimer and the Neo Metallix for ruining his life just because he stopped Robotnik, at Kane for ruining his life just for cash, a the whole population of Mobius for believing it despite all he had done for them, at his friends for believing it despite the countless doppelgangers he had that tried to ruin his reputation and at himself for everything he had done wrong.

And now his cover as Bob Beaky had been blown. He won’t be able to get a good sleep anymore…

Depressed, he keeps on his way.

“Come on Mr. Sonic, I want to see the new experiment mommy did with Mr. Porker and Mr. Kintobor”

“Hold on kid, your moms told me I had to get you dressed, they kill me if they don’t”

“Ugh, I don’t want to wear those clothes, they’re uncomfortable and uncool”

“I think so too buddy, but your moms probably won’t let you see me for a month if I disobey them, remember when they found out I teached you the Spin Attack?”

“Brr, Yeah”

Sonic chuckled as he saw his godson reaction, that was the scariest sight he saw from those two, he could handle them no problem, but he swore for a second they had Chaos Fear Aura.

Johnny put the sweater and pants his mother gave them, he wanted to wear just gloves and shoes like his godfather did but his others were adamant to that, they didn’t know why but eh…

After he got dressed, Little Johnny went to look at himself at the mirror to make sure he could look as good as possible in these clothes.

Sonic was watching Johnny until he spoke.

“You look really happy Mr. Sonic”

Sonic cocked his head slightly in confusion until he looked himself at the mirror.

He rubbed his blue clean fur, looked at his clean shoes and gloves and then to his green eyes, now clean and rested.

Ever since having his name cleared and saving Mobius from disaster 10 years ago, his life had improved since then, even better when he saved Kintobor and got rid of Robotnik for good. Having Super Sonic back inside himself was a bummer, and he was slightly shocked when Porker confirmed him that he and Super Sonic where one in the same...But at the same time, he was oddly happy he got a confirmation of what he was to him, a mystery solved and off his back.

But most important of all, he meet his godson. He was kinda shocked that Amy and Tekno trusted him with their child and insisted he was his godfather. Given what kind of person he was to his friends in the past, he was unsure but Amy told him that he was better than he was so many years ago, so he went through it.

This kid never failed to make him smile and make his day a little brighter, he always enjoyed hearing stories about him and wished to be like Sonic was, Amy would never let him become a Freedom Fighter though. He loved this kid with all heart.

And all this progress reflected in the mirror, he was smiling, he didn’t hate what he saw in the mirror for the first time in his life.

Happy, he did some finger guns to the mirror and walked away from it with his Godson.

[westannatasharomanoff]

THG AU Chapter 27

Chapter 1        Chapter 2      Chapter 3     Chapter 4    Chapter 5    Chapter 6 Chapter 7   Chapter 8   Chapter 9  Chapter 10   Chapter 11 Chapter 12  Chapter 13 Chapter 14  Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17  Chapter 18 Chapter 19   Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22  Chapter 23   Chapter 24  Chapter 25 Chapter 26

*Natasha Romanoff was in The Capitol for an interview. She was now three months pregnant and everyone was buzzing about the baby. This interview was to announce the winners of the baby naming competition. The only thing keeping Natasha from being furious about not getting to name her own child was the fact that S.H.I.E.L.D. was going to stick it to The Capitol.*

Ceaser: I think we all know what we’re here for. Natasha, if you would open the envelope.

Natasha: Okay, Ceaser. Here goes nothing.

Ceaser: Can we get a drumroll please? *drumroll* Thank you.

Natasha: The winning name for a baby girl is Victoria, and if it’s a boy, the winner is... Triffle. *her face falls*

* Meanwhile in District 12, everyone is watching the interview together at Natasha and Bruce’s.*

Pietro: Triffle? *bursts out laughing* 

Fury: That poor child.

Maria: That’s unfortunate. 

Bruce: Triffle?! They want us to name our child Triffle?! That’s not even a name! 

Wanda: Evidently, it is in The Capitol. 

Melina: That’s okay. Triffle is a bit... odd, but we would love him anyway. Besides, Victoria is a very nice name. 

Alexei: Our poor grandson is going to be teased so much. 

Fury: Have you met this child’s parents? He’ll be fine. 

Bruce: For everyone’s sake I hope we have a girl. 

*A week later, Natasha and Bruce went to their first S.H.I.E.L.D. meeting. It was held in a hovercraft above the wilds.*

Peggy: I know we haven’t met in a while, but I assure you S.H.I.E.L.D. is as active as ever. We have three new agents today, so please give a warm welcome to Maria Hill, Bruce Banner, and Natasha Romanoff.

Grant: Wait, didn’t she just get married? Why does she still have her same last name?

Natasha: The Capitol already knows me well, so changing my name didn’t make much sense. 

Peggy: Why don’t we all just introduce ourselves? I’ll start. My name is Peggy Carter and I live in District 4. 

Phil: I’m Phil Coulson, I live in District 9.

Melinda: Melinda May,  District 2.

Lincoln: Lincoln Campbell, District 5. I know, shocking. 

Lance: Lance Hunter, District 2.

Thor: You guys know me. You also know Steve! *Steve waves*

Daisy: Daisy Johnson, I’m from 3. 

Bruce: Yeah, I’ve met you. You’re the new girl from coding. 

Daisy: That’s me. 

Tripp:  Antoine Triplett, but you can call me Tripp. I also live in District 3.

Grant: Grant Ward, from District 2. 

Jemma: Jemma Simmons. I live in District 3, but I invent medical devices so I’m always in The Capitol. 

Bobbi: Bobbi Morse, I’m also from District 2. Imagine that. 

Lance: She’s my wife. 

Leo: Leo Fitz. I’m from District 3, but we’ve met. 

Bruce: Yes, yes we have. 

Mack: Alphonso Mackenzie, District 6. You can call me Mack.

Daniel: I’m Daniel Sousa. I live in District 10 and I think that’s everyone, right?

Gamora: You forgot us. 

Daniel: Right, our friends from The Capitol.

Gamora: I’m Gamora Zen-Titan, as you may remember.

Mantis: Mantis Brandt-Snow. I’m so happy to be here!

Nebula: Nebula Lupho-Titan. *pointing at Gamora* I’m her sister. 

Peter: Peter Quill-Snow. *pointing at Mantis* I’m her sister. 

*Everyone goes silent and gives Peter an odd look. A few people stifle laughter. A moment later, Peter realizes his mistake.*

Peter: Wait, no! She’s my- *sigh* never mind. 

Bruce: Wait. Snow, Titan, I know those names! You let the children of the president and his closest advisor join a society to take them down? 

Peter: Our father is Snow’s brother, actually. 

Gamora: Not to mention none of us want anything to do with the corrupt and unfair system that is our government! The things going on in Panem just aren’t right, and anyone could see that no matter who their “family” is! Panem needs to enter a new era, and soon. 

Bruce: Fair enough, carry on. 

Loki: I’m Loki Odinson and *pointing to Thor* I’ve never met that man in my life. 

Natasha: Oh, are you two siblings?

Loki: No. I’ve seriously never met him. It’s a total coincidence that we have the same last name.

Thor: It’s actually kind of freaky, especially considering we look very similar.

Loki: For the last time, we do not look alike! At all! 

Peggy: Can we get back to business? 

Thor: Right, sorry. 

Peggy: Anyway, we need to take a few more people before we’re ready to start the next phase of our plan. *to Bruce and Natasha* That’s where you come in. We need to recruit Tony Stark, Wanda Maximoff, and Pietro Maximoff. Banner, you need to get Tony on board. Natasha, you will handle the Maximoffs. 

*Natasha and Bruce accepted their assignment and the rest of the meeting went pretty well. After the meeting, Bruce was snuck to District 3 so he could talk to Tony. He encased them in the secret bubble.*

Tony: Bruce? What are you doing here?

Bruce: I’ll tell you in a minute, but first I want to know how you’re holding up. Did they ever find Pepper?

Tony: *starting to cry* No. It’s been four months and we’ve found nothing. Well, nothing but this. *Tony pulls out a ring* They found her wedding ring in the ruins of her sister’s house. 

Bruce: *pulls Tony into a hug* I’m so sorry. If you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to call. How’s Morgan?

Tony: She’s still my pride and joy. She misses her mommy, but she’s a wonderful daughter. Just turned three. I’m keeping this one close, I can’t lose her like I did Peter and Pepper. Speaking of children, congratulations. I heard about the baby. You’re not seriously going to name a boy Triffle, are you?

Bruce: We have no choice. Anyway, back to the reason I’m here. The government of Panem needs to be stopped. A secret organization called S.H.I.E.L.D. is working to overthrow Snow, and I’ve been sent to recruit you.

Tony: No. No way. I can’t join a revolution. 

Bruce: We need you! The Hunger Games, the bombings, the whippings, the avoxes and muttations, none of this is acceptable! We owe it to Peter and Pepper and Vision and Sammy and everyone else The Capitol saw as disposable. This isn’t right and it isn’t fair!

Tony: I know, but this sounds dangerous and my top priority will always be keeping my daughter safe. 

Bruce: What if your daughter could live in a world where she didn’t have to worry about the reaping every year? A world where she could see other districts. A world where the citizens aren’t oppressed. 

Tony: That sounds amazing, but I can’t. What if they find out and kill Morgan?

Bruce: We won’t let that happen. Just please consider it. These people really want to make a change, and I want to be a part of it. But none of this is possible without you.

Tony: And you’re sure these people can be trusted?

Bruce: Yes. 

Tony: Then count me in. For Pepper. And Peter. And for Morgan. Most importantly, for the future of Panem. I’m joining your revolution. 

*Meanwhile back in 12*

Natasha: You may be wondering why I shut you both in a soundproof invisibility bubble with me. There is a secret organization called S.H.I.E.L.D. that has been created to overthrow Snow and I was sent to recruit you because-

Both twins at once: We’re in. 

*About two months later, everyone at S.H.I.E.L.D. was preparing to deliver the first blow. *

Peggy: Okay, we want to start small with something barely noticeable. In order to do that, we need someone to sneak in and grab a secret file. With that gone, The Capitol will no longer have arena ideas for the next few years.The 91st Hunger Games is probably already all planned, given it’s in a month, but this will be a major setback and a distraction for some of the most prominent figures in The Capitol.

Natasha: If we’re doing something against the games, I want to be involved.

Peggy: Absolutely not. You are in no condition to sneak into that building. 

Natasha: What’s that supposed to mean?!

Peggy: Ordinarily, I’d send you in in a heartbeat, but...

Natasha: What? Am I not good enough? Did you see me in the games? I’m not proud of it, but I’m told I was impressive!

Bruce: Nat, you’re five months pregnant. 

Natasha: Oh, right. 

Peggy: Anyway, we’re sending in Wanda, Daisy, and Gamora. Tony Stark has made rigs for Daisy and Wanda similar to what Peter Parker made in the games. Wanda, yours will allow you to move objects with your mind.

Tony: These ones are a lot stronger than what you had in the arena. You’ll be able to move bigger objects and even people. They also work long distance. 

Peggy: Daisy, yours will allow you to pulse vibrations through the floor, creating miniature earthquakes.

Tony: You can direct them towards specific people and everything. 

Peter: What about Gamora? Are you just going to send her in with nothing?

Gamora: Don’t be ridiculous. *pulling out ID badge* I have my dad’s ID badge. It’ll give us access to everything. Also, I have a retractable sword. 

Peter: Oh, okay. 

Daniel: So you’ll be safe then? Because you have the ID badge?

Daisy: We’ll be fine, I promise. *kisses his cheek* Besides, it’s a really fast, in and out, kind of mission. We’ll be back before you know I’m gone. 

Daniel: I miss you already. Be safe.

Daisy: Don’t worry, we will. 

*After they leave*

Tony: So, you and Daisy, huh? How’d you two meet?

Daniel: We’re both involved with S.H.I.E.L.D. She and I met through this. 

Tony: Meeting through work, nice. That’s how I met my wife. *sniff* Well, I guess now she’s my ex wife. *begins sobbing* 

Bruce: *puts hand on Tony’s shoulder* You’ll be okay. here. *hugs Tony*

Daniel: Messy divorce?

Bruce: She was killed in an attack by The Capitol. 

*An hour later, Daisy, Gamora, and Wanda return. S.H.I.E.L.D. is officially up and running, and they aren’t going to back down.*

[onewfantaesy]

Warlocks au was as fascinating as it was sweet and sad. Would you ever consider writing the prequel to it with taemin's passing and his parents search? I feel like a masochist asking for this =.=' lol

tw for a lot of death

The two covens had been feuding as long as anyone could remember. They lived on opposite sides of a river that separated their two towns, were the only two covens for miles and miles. They both wanted control, both wanted to be the only coven in the area, both refused to merge because it was a time where covens were solely made up of blood and marital relations.

Taemin was a child. He was the only child currently in his coven; those closest in age to him were all older teenagers. He was born between generations, it seemed. There were plenty of women in the coven who were currently pregnant, but Taemin seven-years-old, would be the one of his age group as he grew and learned his magic. Taemin didn’t mind. He enjoyed being the baby, for now. He was excited to be a big cousin to his future baby cousins. Liked having a lot of attention on himself, and plenty of older kids to help him learn the traditions of the coven.

But the coven across the river was looming over them, growing larger. Stronger. More threatening.

It was a frigid winter night when the attack happening. The beginning of the end of their coven.

The darkness that blanketed that night was unnatural. Snow stopped falling, but only over the coven grounds, as if a giant tent were pitched above it. Many of the older coven members were worried, had never seen anything like it. But it was well after Taemin’s bedtime, and he was nestled beneath the many blankets of his parents’ bed, asleep. His parents were in bed as well; they had planned on giving Taemin early morning lessons the next day.

Then the attack started.

It woke everyone up. Like a bang, it sounded throughout the grounds, disoriented them. Taemin was bleary eyed and confused and pushed himself up, huddled against his mother’s chest, pulled a blanket closer around him.

“Mommy?”

“It’s okay,” Boa said softly. “It’s probably just one of the big kids messing around. Go back to sleep, love.”

But she motioned for Yunho to go check what the problem was, then wrapped an arm around Taemin. Yunho was pushing blankets off to get up when the curse hit them.

Everyone as frozen in place. Like a statue. Yunho was getting ready to stand from the bed, still glancing toward Boa. She had one arm around Taemin, squeezing him close, and the other brushing at his hair while she looked down at him. Meanwhile, Taemin was gripping st the blankets and rubbing one eye.

The chanting was like nothing Taemin had ever heard in his short life. It was evil sounding, bounced off the walls in horrific crashes, and radiated with dark energy. Very different from the lighter magic Taemin’s coven was fond of using.

His tiny bones aches the longer they stayed frozen in place. He wanted to cry, wanted to call for his mother, but couldn’t move a single muscle. He thought he was going to be sick.

Then their bedroom door slammed open and a dark, murky tendril of magic hit his core. He cried out, but wasn’t sure if he actually made any noise.

Everything hurt. It burned and ached and twisted and pulled and ripped at him. He’d never been in so much pain in his whole life, never imagined anything like it, would never in his wildest dreams be able to fully describe the piercing, intense pain this magic caused him.

Then they walked in. The members of the other coven. Taemin was terrified, still hurting.

Then they ripped his poor little body to shreds. In front of his parents. It was an agozing death; slow and painful and precise.

He had been cursed. His soul had been cursed. And his parents were forced to watch, frozen, unable to help him.

They spent all night cursing and hiding Taemin’s bones throughout the grounds. Making sure the only child would never be able to leave. It was a deliberate message.

They’d killed the coven’s only child. They terminated every pregnancy. They cursed every witch and warlock to be barren and infertile. Cursed the entire coven with plagues and disease that would attack them slowly and painfully until it killed them. Until they were all wiped out, with no remaining lineage.

And Taemin, the only child, would have a spirit forced to watch them all die. Cursed to never be seen by his own blood relations, to never be able to talk to them again. All the while unable to leave the grounds his coven called home.

It was a gruesome, sickening, deliberate attack.

All the remaining members of the coven were traumatized. Scarred. Their magic left fizzled and incomplete, tainted with dark curses.

As soon as they unfroze, Boa screamed. She was covered in her own son’s blood, had watched him be tortured and killed, and she didn’t even have his body to properly bury.

“Mommy?” Taemin cries, but she can’t hear him. No one can hear him. No one can see him. He doesn’t understand what happened to them. “Mommy, where am I?”

Boa is inconsolable for weeks. Yunho isn’t much better.

The entire coven is a wreck.

“MOMMY! DADDY!” Taemin screams until his voice goes out. He runs around, tries to get their attention, anyone’s attention, until he’s exhausted.

After days, then a week, of no one seeing him, he doesn’t know what to do. He doesn’t know what’s really happened. He’s scared and confused.

So he plays with his favorite toy: a little red ball. He bounces it against a wall, then sits on the floor and rolls it against the wall and back. It’s repetitive and soothing.

And it turns out to be a loophole. Because his coven can see it. It’s how they know Taemin is still in the house, that his spirit still lingers. It’s how they know to search for his bones.

Taemin uses the ball to communicate. Sometimes he writes, but he finds it much more difficult to control the quill than he does the ball. It takes decades before he’s able to truly master grabbing and utilizing other physical objects.

But his coven is dying before his eyes. They’re searching for his bones, and they do that for ages. His mother keeps them all in a blanket she had sewn for him, but they never find all of them. They cleanse the bones they do find, but it’s not enough. Taemin is still trapped.

They play with him for a while. With the ball. Tossing and rolling it back and forth. Everyone in the coven at some point.

But eventually, other things take priority. Like their quickly deteriorating health. Like the realization that no one is getting pregnant again, no one is capable of becoming pregnant again. Like how they’re quickly dying out with no successors or heirs.

“My sweet Taemin,” Boa whispers one night a few years later, her voice hoarse. She’s lying in bed next to Yunho, the both of them not fairing well. Taemin’s little red ball is sitting very still on a chair next to the bed. “Mommy loves you so much.”

“I love you too,” Taemin whispers back, even though he knows she can’t hear him.

“Your bones,” Yunho whispers, “are in the attic. Don’t forget where they are.”

“I won’t forget,” Taemin promises. Then he takes a gasp of breath, “What’s happening to you?”

They’re very quiet. He wasn’t expecting an answer.

“Please don’t leave me,” he begs. He moves into the bed, in between them where he usually slept. “Please don’t. Don’t go.”

They both feel a chill and know he’s there.

“My brave boy,” Yunho says. “If you find all your bones, you look in Daddy’s journals for the right incantations.”

“I can’t do spells yet,” Taemin cries, burying himself in the pillow. “Daddy, don’t leave.”

“We love you more than anything, Taemin?” Yunho says.

“My sweet Taeminnie,” Boa calls. “Stay with Mommy and Daddy. Just a little longer now.”

Taemin is sobbing and begging them not to leave him, not to die like so many other coven members have in the last few months. When Yunho stops breathing, Taemin screams. When Boa is gone too, Taemin is begs her to come back.

When their bodies are taken to the coven graveyard for burial, Taemin is numb. He stays in their bed, holding his ball to his chest. The remaining coven members can see it. Can tell he’s there. Can tell he hasn’t moved.

Then they die. Everyone is gone. He’s completely alone. And for years, he stays on that bed. Decades pass and he hardly moves an inch. Dust cakes the entire house, spiders move in, then rats. He keeps his bones protected, but other than that, he has no purpose. He can’t bring himself to search for his bones. He feels he has nothing keeping him going.

It’s a lonely existence. The other spirits in the area are scary and mean. The other coven terrifies him, he continues to fear them for the rest of his afterlife. A few people had come and gone from the house, stragglers mostly, but he never felt as alive as he once did until Onew, Minho, and Key moved in.

[lyrazehedgieboiii]

Sonamy AU

I had to do this, so don’t stop me now, I’m doing this!!! This is an Alternate Universe where Sonic is a famous singer, and his wife, Amy is a choreographer. Maybe if you read the fanfiction Pinky (AU) by XxSA_ChillidogsxX, you should check her story out on Wattpad. This story is basically my idea of what would happen once Sonic and Amy fall in love in the story. You’ll finally find out what I daydream about!

   “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Screams echoed the hospital walls, patients in the labour ward were cringing, while doctors on the other hand, were used to the screams, as it happened everyday. To Sonic and Amy, however, it did not. Those were Amy’s screams. Why is she screaming, you ask? Well, let’s find out.

Amy was panting. It hurt too much. She lost count of how many children came out of her. Three, maybe? Or four? She felt too tired to continue, but the doctors, told her to keep pushing. She looked over to her side, and saw the love of her life. He was right there, smiling. Amy had no idea why this man was smiling. Was it because she was giving birth to his children? Or the fact that Amy was killing his hand, and he tried not to show the pain? Either way, Sonic was being a supportive husband.

“Just one more push, Mrs. The Hedgehog, you can do this!” the Doctor said, adding more painkillers to ease the pain. Amy did one last push, and her head fell back. 

“A-Amy?!” Sonic cracked, getting scared. What happened? Why did she suddenly close her eyes?

“Don’t worry, Mr. The Hedgehog, she’s perfectly fine. She’s just exhausted. She did gave birth to seven darling baby hedgehogs after all, it’s best to let her rest,” one of the nurses exclaimed. “While she’s asleep, you can look at your children!” Sonic followed the nurse over to where his babies were sleeping. Yes, when they came into the world, they caused a lot of noise (excluding the last one), but now here they were. His children. Sonic felt something in his heart. A never-ending burst of pride. They were his children, and they’d always be. His wife gave birth to seven precious hedgies. He touched their foreheads, from oldest to youngest.

He got to the last one, who was, surprisingly awake. Sonic looked at her eyes carefully. They weren’t both the same color. One eye was his own emerald eyes, while the other was Amy’s sparkly jade green eyes. He looked at her quills. They were royal blue with cherry pink tips. A complete fusion of her parents.

“Hi there, little angels. You might not remember, but I’m the one who’s been singing you lullabies when you were in your mommy’s tummy. My name is daddy, and I’m going to love you forever and ever. No one will ever hurt you.” 

“Don’t tell me you already named them yourself?” Amy sat up a little, with bags under her eyes.

“Don’t worry, Ames. I wouldn’t do that. You’d hate me for that.” Sonic walked over to her, and kissed her on the cheek. 

“Out of the way, old man. I wanna see my little bundles of joy!” Amy exclaimed, that same look Sonic made when he first saw the children. Sonic walked over to the glass bassinets that the babies were sleeping in. He took the oldest, who was on the left to Amy. A nurse who was checking Amy, walked back with a clipboard in hand to ask the names of each baby.

“This is the oldest one. She might’ve cried the loudest out of all seven.” Sonic gently placed the baby into Amy’s arms. Amy started to cry. The nurse was sniffling too, and covered her face with the clipboard.

“Angelica~” Amy sang softly. She said it as if Angelica from Hamilton. Amy looked up to the nurse, and said “Angelica  Euphrosyne Athena the Hedgehog.” The nurse just nodded and repeated the name while writing the name. Angelica was a pinkish-coral colored hedgehog with blue highlights in her quills. She had two bangs on her forehead. She had emerald eyes like her dad. She kissed her baby all over, until Angelica made an annoyed sound. Euphrosyne meant ‘merriment.’

“It makes sense why you named her Angelica!” the nurse giggled. (Angelica Schuyler Church was a very confident woman, and she always spoke of her rights back then during the American Revolution, she was quick-witted, and had a sassy comeback for everything.) Athena was the Greek Goddess of Courage, law, wisdom, and justice.

Sonic gave Amy the next child, who also happened to be a girl. She was light blue hedgehog, with three bangs like her mom. Amy tickled her chin lightly, and she opened her eyes. They were also emerald, like Sonic’s. Sonic chuckled. The little one started bawl. Amy rocked her, and cooed to her. 

“Eliza~” Amy sang. The second oldest child and daughter made a somewhat smile for a moment, and Sonic and Amy smiled as well. Amy said “Elizabeth Thalia Selene the Hedgehog.” Selene was the Goddess of the Moon in Greek Mythology, and Elizabeth as in Eliza Schuyler Hamilton, the widow of Alexander Hamilton. She was an emotional woman, one of the first women philanthropists of her time. Amy watched as the baby nuzzled into her chest. Thalia meant to flourish, or to blossom.

Sonic gave the next child, who was a boy. He had Sonic’s royal blue quills, with streaks of Navy blue. His eyes were open to reveal emerald eyes. Again.

“It’s like all of them have your eyes!” Amy pouted, whispering so she didn’t frighten any of the children. “What do you think we should name him? No way am I giving him a traditional name. He’ll be upset with me for the rest of my life!” Sonic just chuckled. 

“Well, I was hoping all boys, but I have some names in mind. He came out really quickly, and you didn’t seem like you were in a lot of pain at that time. Maybe Flash Cobalt the Hedgehog?” Sonic asked. Amy nodded.

“The name suits him!” the nurse piped up. Sonic and Amy had almost forgotten she was in the room. 

“It does, doesn’t it?” Amy said. She gave Flash a kiss on the forehead. Sonic gave Amy the next little boy. He was navy blue with royal blue streaks, and had Amy’s eyes. Amy looked at the father.

“Dash Navy the Hedgehog?” Amy smiled. 

“That’s a cute name, Sonikku. I’m surprised you actually thought of names.” Amy flirted, while Sonic smirked. Amy internally squealed at how precious her children were. She kissed her child all over the face. Mostly on the cheek. 

“I know.” Amy rolled her eyes. 

“Here’s the next one. Careful, he squirms.” Sonic said as he gave Amy the next one. Amy quickly gave Dash to the Nurse. “This one looks like Wayne to me, don’t you think?” The hedgehog was purple with one bang hanging over his eye. Some of his quills went up a little, and he a strip of blue on his bang. His eyes were emerald, with tiny specks of jade in them. Those types of eyes weren’t too rare, but they weren’t too common either. 

“Wayne Morado the Hedgehog.” Amy said, looking at Sonic. Amy knew that Sonic had a spanish heritage, so it was best to name one of the children with something that fit. Morado means purple in Spanish, and Wayne was purple. (I chose the name ‘Wayne’ based on @janie777‘s Sonic child oc, check her out!) Amy gave her third baby boy a kiss on the cheek, and handed him to the nurse.

Amy was given the fourth baby boy, which was indigo. He had three bangs, with jade eyes and speckles of granny smith green. Amy thought that their eyes were all precious, and started kissing the indigo baby on his forehead, face, and hands.

“My precious little one. What should we name him, Bluie?”

“Well, Pinky, Eric sure would match his handsome little face.” Sonic reached out, and nuzzled his finger against Eric’s face. “Eric Indigo the Hedgehog.” Amy smiled. Who knew that cocky, arrogant Sonic the Hedgehog, the R&B Sensation, had the perfect names for his perfect children? Amy was given the youngest and smallest of the litter. She was surprised by the child’s eyes. One was her’s and one was Sonic’s. 

Amy giggled. 

“And Peggy.” Amy squealed. “I got the Schuyler Sisters as my children!!!” Sonic was confused. Amy just pecked his cheek. She looked toward the nurse. “Margarita Harmonia Aglaea the Hedgehog!” Sonic made a poker face at her. Why on Mobius would she name her child after a drink? Margarita Schuyler Van Rensselaer had done so much for the American Revolution, and was full of spirit her whole life, even when she was on her deathbed. Aglaea was known as the goddess of brightness.  Euphrosyne, Aglaea and Thalia were also known as the Three Graces.

“Okay, so Angelica, Eliza, Flash, Dash, Wayne, Eric, and Peggy?” the nurse recited. The new parents nodded. “Well, now that this is all done. Let’s reveal who I am!” The nurse took off her hat, and apparently was also wearing a wig. 

“Lyra?! What the f*** are you doing here?!” Sonic whisper-yelled.

“To be your wifu’s nurse, obviously! I wanted to watch her give birth to my nieces and nephews!” Lyra exclaimed. Sonic pushed her outside.

“Are you even professionally trained for this?” Sonic asked. Lyra scoffed.

“Of course I am, what do you think I’ve been doing in college? Finding a boyfriend? I mean, I did that, but that’s not the point...”

“Can you just make the birth certificates and go away, no offence sis, but I wanna spend time with my new family.”

“I’m family too.”

“I meant the family I made on my own.”

“Listen here you little shit. I am supposed to be your children’s nurse, like it or not. So move it, I got give the kids a hearing test.” Lyra pushed her brother, and walked back into the room. Sonic shook his head, and followed in pursuit.

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LYRA IS NOT IN PINKY (AU), SHE IS MINE. MINEEEEEEE, CREDIT ME IF YOU WANT TO USE HERRRRRRRRRRR. I’ll try drawing the girls, because my Sonic Characters look like shit. Especially when I try to draw Sonic, Shadow, or Silver.

Well, I don’t think I did very well. I tried, and that’s all that matters. Sorry for taking such a long time to post, I had to do research for the girls’ names. If you want to know the inspiration for the names, let’s begin with the girls. They were named after the Schuyler Sisters. They were real people. You can listen to the Hamilton Soundtrack, I got my inspiration from there. Also try reading Hamilton and Peggy! It’s my favorite book out there, 10/10!!! For the boys’ names, I went with something that would match Sonic’s name, as his sons all look like him. Wayne the Hedgehog was inspired by @janie777′s oc, which also happened to be Sonic and Amy’s kid. He doesn’t look exactly like her OC, but her art is amazing, I love the sonamy she draws. Even her Chat Noir and Ladybug! Eric was originally supposed to be named Erin, but I changed it. Do you think I should keep it to Eric, or go back to Erin? Eric was from a story I read on fanfiction.net, about Amy Rose moving to her Grandmother’s house, and meeting a hedgehog that turns into a werehog by night. She became pregnant with his child, and they have a happy life together, I love that story. WELL, I HOPE YOU ENJOYED, BYEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

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Rumors

A fluffy, post-Azkaban Sirius fic that came out of nowhere! Lemme know what you think! 

*gif by @siriusblackfoot*

It’d been a busy few weeks for Sirius—for all of them, actually. After Peter betrayed the Potters and tried to have them killed and frame Sirius, it was nothing but trials and publicity until finally James and Lily (haven made sure that Harry was somewhere safe) were able to come out of hiding and vouch for Sirius. Remus, of course, had been on his side from the beginning, as well as most of the Order. It still pissed Sirius (and James, and Remus, and Lily…) off that Dumbledore took so long to make a statement on Sirius’ behalf. James said that was due to (newly turned double agent) Snape’s influence, but Sirius was pretty sure Dumbledore was just waiting to see if he had bet on the right horse…or dog, to be more accurate. His family, of course, doubled down on the disownment, and he’d been called a blood traitor so many times that it became a badge of honor. Old friends, teachers, complete strangers all knew who he was, and everyone had an opinion about his innocence—even now, after it had been proven that he hadn’t done anything wrong, people still looked at him suspiciously. He’d been getting hate mail (from both sides, actually) for weeks now. But finally, the trial was over, he’d done everything he could to help track Peter down, the Potters were safe, and they were all about to be released from the safe house and go back to their lives.

“Are you nervous?” James asked, lying on his stomach on a bench because he could never sit correctly.

Sirius answered with a shake of his head, unlit cigarette dangling from his lips. He was incredibly nervous. Before they could leave the safe house, they had to be transported to another location and have a protection spell put on them all. And as talented as they all were, there was one witch in particular who was a genius with protection spells, and she just happened to be one of the few people—besides the Marauders—who’d believed in Sirius this whole time, the one person who’s memory was enough to keep the Dementors at bay while he was in Azkaban, the only woman Sirius had ever truly loved… You.

“I think he’s nervous,” James said, looking over at Lily.

“Stop it, James,” she admonished him lightly, “he’s every right to be nervous.”

“”M not nervous,” Sirius spoke around his cigarette, “Why would I be nervous?”

“Because you’re a newly released, notoriously famous blood-traitor convict?” James supplied.

“Because you’re about to be reunited with your lost love who you haven’t seen in years,” Lily added.

“And you haven’t even had a proper haircut in all that time,” Remus reminded him.

“Not that you need one, darling,” James said sincerely, “You look good no matter what.”

“Thanks, babe,” Sirius said back, distracted as he continued to stare over at the door. Due to their collective level of importance and celebrity, everything they did had to be shrouded in secrecy, meaning not even they knew exactly when you would be arriving. Dumbledore had sent word saying you were coming and what day you were coming, so they’d all be ready, but—in true Dumbledore fashion—he hadn’t given any more detail than that.

Sirius, ignoring his friend’s ongoing discussion about his nerves, took a second to look away from the door to glance down at himself. His hair was longer than it’d been at Hogwarts, and he had facial hair—you’d never seen him with facial hair. James, as concerned as a doting mother, had nearly cried when he saw Sirius after Azkaban, apparently, he’d lost some weight. However, Remus said he didn’t look so bad. His exact words had been “you couldn’t look worse than I do after a full moon”, which had made Sirius laugh. Lily had brought him a bag of clothes and other toiletries when they got there, so now instead of his prison robes, Sirius was wearing his favorite pair of dark jeans (complete with a chain wallet that he, a wizard, did not need), a black button-up that was not all the way buttoned up, his silver necklace with his prison number that he, James, and Remus had made a few nights ago, and a gently worn leather jacket with black boots. He frowned, running a hand through his hair. Maybe he should have dressed up? Except that wasn’t him, and you knew that. But what did it matter, anyway? You were probably seeing someone, and even if you weren’t—you and Sirius had been friends at school, dated throughout your 5th, 6th, and 7th years, broke up at the end of the school year, kept hooking up for a while afterwards, and then amicably parted ways as you both fought in the war—so why would you be interested in an old flame like him?

“You look wonderful, Sirius,” Lily said, practically reading his thoughts.

“’Course he looks wonderful, he’s Sirius Black. Look at that face!” James said proudly, bringing a grin to Sirius’ face. “And that hair! And the legs! Give us a twirl, darling!”

Sirius, never one to disappoint his fans, put his arms up and twirled around, making sure to flip his hair to give his modeling the full Sirius affect. James clapped enthusiastically while Lily and Remus laughed, rolling their eyes.

“I see some things never change.”

Sirius froze, back to the door and arms still out. He knew that voice. He dreamt of that voice. He’d memorized the sound of that voice laughing, and moaning, and whispering his name oh so sweetly.

“Y/N!” Lily cried, running past Sirius to tackle you in a hug. Remus followed, giving Sirius a small smile that clearly said “sorry you embarrassed yourself in front of the love of your life, mate”. James straight up laughed in his face.

Sirius turned on his heel, and he took in a breath as he saw you. How could you be even more beautiful than you were the last time he’d seen you? How was that fair?!

You looked over at him from behind James’ shoulders, and wow… did he miss those eyes of yours.

“Hi Sirius,” you said once James released you. You offered him up a small smile, and Sirius felt himself melt.

“Hi. Hey.” He put a hand up in greeting before awkwardly dropping it to his side. “Hi.” He heard James giggle and Lily shush him.

“You—it’s good to see you,” you said.

“Yeah, it’s good to see you, too. You look—you look good.” Sirius cleared his throat. Why was this so hard? Back at Hogwarts, he’d been able to charm you effortlessly (after a short learning curve, of course), now he felt like he did 4th year when he realized he had a crush on his friend Y/N.

You smiled, a real, full smile, and Sirius had to remind himself not to swoon. “Thanks,” You pulled out a cracked, ceramic coffee mug from your bag, “So we’re going to be traveling via Portkey,” you explained, “The Order has safe houses all over the world, of course, but we’re going to my place until everything dies down a bit.” You turned to address the Potters. “They’ll be bringing Harry to us before the day is over,” you smiled warmly when you saw the looks of pure bliss on their faces, “I thought you’d like to be with him right away.”

“Thank you, Y/N,” Lily sighed out, “I can’t tell you how happy that makes us.”

“Of course,” you said, shrugging one shoulder, “I know how hard it can be to miss someone,” you glanced over at Sirius, and his heart skipped a beat, “Anyway, my place is secure, it’s set up with a variety of complex protection spells, so everyone will be safe.” You held out the mug. “Shall we?”

Remus, James, Lily, and Sirius all came up to you and put their hands on the mug. Sirius vaguely registered that familiar tug that came with traveling this way, but his main focus was the feel of your hand—so soft and smooth—underneath his.

In a second, you five were standing in the entry way of a home—your home—and you ushered them inside. Once the door was locked behind you all, you got to work setting the protection spells on them. You started with Lily (“have to protect Mommy,” you had said cheerfully), then James, and then Remus. Each one took a few minutes, and Sirius watched; entranced. He was in awe of you, of every flick of your wand, every complex mixing of spells that passed your pretty lips, every small frown or satisfied smile as you finished a particular tricky spell—it was incredible.

You were just finishing up with Remus when James put his arm around Lily and said, “Thanks so much, Y/N! We really are so lucky to have you! Is there a room we can go to freshen up? Maybe get an owl to Harry—he can’t read yet, but he’s a right good listener.”

You laughed. “Sure, your room is at the top of the stairs to the right, and Remus is right across from you.” You stepped back from Remus. “You’re all done, you can go get comfortable if you like. I’ve an owl named Ninny, and another called Nessie, and I put invisible ink, parchment, and quills in all the rooms.”

“Oh, thank you,” Remus said, “But you know, I’m actually quite interested in these spells you’re doing. I noticed you seem to have combined—”

“—Now, now Moony,” James interrupted, “They’ll be plenty of time for shoptalk later, let’s let Y/N work on Sirius.”

“Oh,” Remus grinned, “Right. Of course.” Sirius had to fight down the urge to facepalm. “I’d like to send a few words to Harry, now that I think about it…”

“Yes,” Lily agreed, already leading the two men up the staircase, “we’ll just go and do that now—you two take your time! And Sirius, I’ll tell Harry you send your love!”

“Thanks, Evans,” Sirius grumbled, calling her by her surname due to force of habit.

Lily winked at him, James have him a VERY unsubtle thumbs up, and Remus pushed them both up the stairs.

And suddenly you two were alone together.

“So,” you said casually, coming to stand in front of Sirius so you could start the process, “I hear you’re Harry’s godfather.”

Sirius smiled. He doted on Harry—but then again, they all did. It had caused him so much pain to think that little Harry would grow up thinking his godfather killed his parents, but thankfully, that terrible scenario hadn’t happened, so Sirius decided not to dwell on it. “Yeah,” he answered, “He looks just like James—with the hair and everything. Except he’s got Lily’s eyes, and probably her badassery, too.”

“The badass gene does come from the mother,” you said.

“Then where’d mine come from?” He said back.

You laughed—he’d made you laugh!—and walked around Sirius for the next spell. “Don’t move,” you said. The command was unnecessary. He wouldn’t have moved away from you for anything. “I also heard you got Muggle tattoos after school.”

He nodded. “D’you know they do them with needles? It was bloody torture,” he shrugged, “I mean, I would still take that over the Dementors any day, but…” He saw you frown as you moved to stand behind him. He needed to change the subject. “…I heard you were offered a position at Hogwarts.”

Your eyebrows went up as you came to stand in front of him again, wand up. “How’d you hear that?”

Sirius smirked. “How’d you hear about me?” He asked back.

You smiled, looking away from him in a way that just made him want to kiss you. “I may have asked around.”

“That’s exactly what I do—did,” he confessed.

“I’ve also heard some rumors about you,” you said, moving around him again. Sirius twisted around, trying to keep you in his sights. “I’d like to know if they’re true or not.”

He licked his lips. His name had been in the papers a lot recently, and the reviews weren’t all glowing. But he knew you, and more importantly: you knew him, and Sirius had no doubt in his mind, now that you were standing with him, smiling at him like that, that you would never let your image of him be swayed by the tabloids. “Well, today’s your lucky day,” he grinned, “You have me all to yourself: ask away.”

“All to myself, huh?” You gave him a smirk that had his body tingling with excitement. “About time…” Before Sirius could even unpack that, you were behind him again, whispering out another spell before you spoke again. “I heard you escaped on a Hippogriff.”

“True,” Sirius smiled fondly, “Well—I didn’t escape on him, but he was my ride out. What else?”

“I also heard you have a hippogriff tattoo.”

“Where?”

“Where did I hear that or where do you have it?” You asked back.

Sirius’ smile widened. “Where did you hear I have it?”

“Rumor has it that you have the wings between your thighs,” you giggled, circling back around to his front.

He barked out a laugh. “That’s an incredible idea!”

“I knew it was fake!” You laughed back. “Joanna Rawlins said you got it during 6th year, which was obviously a lie.”

Sirius made a face. You had been together 6th year. “How would she even know?”

“She tried to make it sound like she’d seen you naked,” you huffed, “Even though I know for a fact that you can’t stand her.”

“I wouldn’t get a tattoo there anyway,” he said, “Why ruin perfection?”

“Exactly!” You agreed.

Sirius cocked an eyebrow. “So you think I’m perfect?” He asked, grinning.

You rolled your eyes, but he saw that smile as you stood behind him. “Hush, I have to do this spell.”

“Interesting,” he went on, starting to feel more like himself than he had in weeks, “You know, I was quite worried about seeing you again, but now that you admit you think I’m perfect—”

“—I never admitted that.”

“—I’m starting to feel a little better.” He turned, smirking over at you. “So what is it about me that’s just so perfect to you?”

You put his head in your hands and turned it so that he was staring straight ahead and not at you. “You’re insufferable, you know that?”

“C’mon, Y/N, tell me all about how you’ve been pining for me, wishing we would cross paths again and that I would bless you with all of my divine perfection.”

He could practically hear you rolling your eyes. “Sounds like you’re the one who’s been pining.”

Sirius felt his heart skip a beat—you had no idea how right you were. Truly, you had a gift for reading him without even knowing you were doing it. He swallowed, thinking back on those days when you were his, how happy and free he had felt when he was in your arms. Life had dealt him a shitty hand, it’s true, but Sirius also had a lot of happy memories, memories that he used to keep the Dementors from literally sucking the soul out of him—and quite a few of those memories were of you. He couldn’t deny that he loved you; he had and always would. And maybe… as you walked around him, wand up and voice low as you concentrated on performing the proper spells, maybe you still loved him, too. “I suppose that’s true,” he said quietly, glad that his back was to you now, “To be honest, the memory of you—of us—is pretty much what kept me going in Azkaban.” You stopped your rotation around him, standing in front of him with caring eyes. “I know I haven’t done a good job of keeping in touch, but I hope you know… I think about you all the time. And I’m…grateful for having been with you, for having those memories with you.” He looked away, down at his feet and then over to the wall. “Hell, I’m even grateful for the rumors you’ve just told me,” he said with a shallow laugh.

You took a step back, pocketing your wand. “There’s still a few more that we haven’t discussed,” you said, voice serious.

“…Okay…”

“I heard a rumor,” you said slowly, carefully, as if you didn’t want to startle him away—as if he hadn’t been dreaming of being this close to you for years now, “that you still have feelings for me.” You put a hand up before he could even open his mouth to respond. “True or false?”

“True.” He said, not wasting a second on hesitation.

You nodded, a small smile building at the corners of your increasingly kissable lips. “I also heard that you hadn’t been in a relationship since we broke up.”

“Also true.”

“Because…?” You prompted softly.

“Because I love you,” Sirius answered easily, “And only you. If I can’t be with you, then there’s no point in dating at all, is there?”

You were full-on smiling now, and so was Sirius. “I suppose not,” you said back. “You know, I heard another rumor that you were going to ask me out,” you shrugged, feigning causality, “And that you were going to stay here with me for a while, I mean—as long as you’d like to…”

“I’d like to stay forever,” Sirius blurted out, not at all embarrassed by his eager reaction, “And you know what, Y/N? I think that’s the most accurate rumor I’ve heard about myself in weeks.” He grinned. “I know we’re supposed to be laying low and what not, but would you like to go out with me? I can take you to the patio, or upstairs, or even to the kitchen!”

“Why yes, Mr. Black,” you stepped up to him with a smile, “I’d enjoy that very much.”

Sirius put a hand on your hips and pulled you to him, and he knew in that moment that you belonged at his side, always. “Then it’s a date,” he said back, leaning down slowly.

“HELL YEAH IT’S A DATE!” James yelled from the top of the staircase, making you and Sirius pull back, cheeks warm.

“James!” Lily scolded him.

“Really, Prongs?” Sirius yelled back, unable to keep the smile off of his face. “Aren’t you lot supposed to be writing Harry?”

“Harry would like to know that his godfather is getting back together with his badass pseudo-aunt,” Remus replied.

“And there’ll be a wedding soon!” James added excitedly.

You laughed, and Sirius could drown in the sound. “Don’t start spreading rumors, Potter!”

Sirius pulled you back to him, eager to have you back in his arms again. “Give it a few years,” he said softly. Your eyes widened, and Sirius leaned down and kissed you, melting against you as his mouth worked over yours. Lily, James, and Remus—parents and professionals all—were cheering and clapping above you, but Sirius was used to ignoring their dramatics by now. As he held you, Sirius knew that this was the start of the rest of his life; he wasn’t feeling completely whole yet—though he was certain the arrival of Harry was all that he needed to get there—but he was feeling good. Happy. Safe and loved and incredibly lucky to have such great friends in his life, and such an amazing woman in his arms.

And really, as he thought about rumors of weddings going through their circle of friends, and then probably the Order, and then to the entire Wizarding world as well, Sirius had to say…

…rumors weren’t always so bad after all.

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I think I may be ready to write more for Sirius... maybe. I want to write something for my James x reader x Sirius verse (shameless plug for my fic In Sync!) at some point, too. 

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Loki x Reader

Before Thor 1

Loki x Female Reader

Request: Nope

Warnings: (very little) death at end, peaceful.

Song: Good Riddance (Time of Your Life) by Green Day

(set in past England)

Loki falls in love with a Midgardian princess (you)

A/N: This took me forever but Im actually proud of it. After this I only have one more fic planned, so if anyone has requests I’ll have time to do them!

 Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road

 Loki would visit Midgard much more often than any of the other gods. Things were so much simpler here, and even though he wished to be a King one day, it was nice to just be one of the people.

 Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go

 He walked past a fountain in front of the castle to see a beautiful girl, a Midgardian with (h/c) hair and (s/c) skin. She was looking at the fountain and smiling, wearing a (f/c) dress that went just below her knees. Loki approached her and she turned to face him,

"I love looking at the water. It flows so beautifully, don't you think?" The girl asked. Loki hadn't paid attention to it before, but he took a moment to observe the patterns made by the water. They were indeed fascinating.

"Yes, it is." he said. she smiled at him

"You're not from around here?"

"No, how did you know?"

"Well, in part because of your accent. But you're talking to me. Most people don't"

"They don't speak to a lady as beautiful as yourself?" the girl laughed at this.

"You're definitely not from around here. My name is (y/n)" she extended her hand, and Loki took it.

"Loki. Do you mind explaining what you mean, Lady (y/n)?"

"Well, my mother is the queen."

 "Ah, so that would make you the lovely Princess (y/n), wouldn't it?" (y/n) blushed. This was the boldest man she had met, yet still seemed to be one of the kindest. He had a certain charm to him as well. She decided she liked him, and his gorgeous smile.

"Yes, I suppose it would. Tell me, how long do you plan on staying?"

 So make the best of this test and don't ask why

 Loki never figured out how he had managed to find a girl like (y/n). Over the past two years they had become good friends, he had been in the castle many times and even met the King and Queen. So far they had remained friends, though (y/n)s parents suspected that they wouldn't be for long. The God had told (y/n) tales of the nines realms, never letting her know they were more than fiction. But he had grown to care for her, and he thought it was time to tell her the truth.

"(y/n)" they were sitting in her room, her practicing her history at her desk and he sitting on the bed. She chewed on her quill.

"Yes Loki?" she said distractedly

"You remember the stories I've told you? About Asgard and the Nine Realms?" She turned to face him.

"Of course. Why?"

"Well.." he hesitated "What if I told you they were true? That the Nine Realms truly existed?"

"What do you mean?" He sighed and looked her in the eyes.

"Do you trust me?"

"Of course I do." She said. He held out a hand to her.

"Come here." She walked over to him and grabbed his hand, twisting their fingers together. Her heart beat wildly as he wrapped an arm around her.

"Hold on. This is going to be a bit strange, okay?"

"Loki, what are you doing?"

"Trust me." She wrapped her free arm around him and laid her face on his chest.

"Okay"

In a flash of Green Light, everything disappeared.

 It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time

 Three months later, Loki and (y/n) sat in the Gardens of Asgard. A soft breeze rippled the air, swaying the trees and flowers. They sat alone in a small clearing, hidden on all sides by a wall of bushes, accessible only by an opening on the front wall. (y/n) was laughing at something Loki had said, leaning her head onto his shoulder. Her laughter dwindled into a comfortable silence, broken by the sound of the wind and small animals skittering around the bushes. Loki sighed in contentment. They sat like this for a few minutes, before (y/n) pulled away to look at Loki. He looked at her in return. There was a small smile set over both their lips.

"You know Loki, you are truly beautiful." she whispered, letting her hand drag gently down his face. He smiled back at her.

"I believe you're the most beautiful one here." He whispered back. (Y/n) readjusted her hand to pull him closer, their eyes fluttering closed as their lips met in a sweet and gentle kiss.

Loki smiled as they parted

"Princess (y/n), would you do me the honour of courting me?"

"That sounds lovely, Prince Loki." He waved his hand in the air, and a green glow formed itself into a ring, transforming into a crown made of her favorite flowers.

"For my lovely Queen." He placed it on her head. (y/n) giggled.

"Thank you, My King." They laughed together, and then shared another gentle kiss.

 It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right

 Loki had never expected to fall in love with a Midgardian until he met (y/n). Of course, he couldn't tell his parents, they would never approve. Well, his father wouldn't. But he still loved her, and she loved him. Having her curled up in his arms every night, her soft kisses and nuzzles, her gorgeous laugh, everything about her made him know, no matter what everyone else would say, that this was completely and utterly right.

I hope you had the time of your life

 She walked down the aisle in a flowing white dress, her arm linked with her fathers. When she reached the end of the aisle, he whispered in her ear and kissed her cheek, then released her to her future husband. On the alter, Loki smiled. Never had he seen someone so beautiful. He was lost in her eyes. He was going to marry her. She was going to be his Queen, Lady Odinson. When it was his turn to say I Do, he said it confidently and happily, declaring his love for her.

They danced afterwards, to one of his favorite Midgardian songs. She was beaming, she was perfect. He wanted this moment to last forever.

 So take the photographs and still frames in your mind

 "Long Live Queen (y/n) and King Loki!"

(y/n)s parents had stepped down from the throne, leaving (y/n) as queen. It was several months after the wedding, and they were loved by the people. Loki and (y/n) would rule together, side by side, for many years. And they were happy.

  Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time

 "Oh my God,"  (y/n) let out a happy laugh, mixed with tears. "Oh my god, she's beautiful." Loki and his wife sat in their chambers, admiring their new born daughter.

"She is." Loki said. He reached for (y/n)s hand, squeezing it, never taking his eyes off the little girl.

"Mommy! Daddy!" a little boy of four years ran in, followed by a hassled looking maid "Is that my new baby! I want to see! Look, I drawed a picture!" he held up a paper of scribbles, apparently supposed to be of his sibling.

"I'm sorry your highnesses, he got out of my control." said the maid as your son ran to you.

"It's quite alright. Would you like to see her?" (y/n) replied, smiling at her eager little boy.

"Oh my, it would be an honour my lady."

"Is it a boy or a girl?" the son asked, scrunching his face at the baby.

"A girl. Her name is (name)"

"She's lovely" the maid said, looking at the king and queen. "May she grow to be as kind and beautiful as you."

"Thank you ma'am." Loki said, wrapping his arm around his son. "You may leave if you wish." The maid left the room.

(y/n) looked at Loki and kissed him, smiling.

"Ewww!!!" the little boy stuck his tongue out and Loki laughed.

"If I want to kiss your mommy, I shall kiss your mommy." He tossed him in the air, making him giggle, then kissed him on the nose upon catching him. "And I'll kiss you and her sister when I wish as well"

 Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial

 Years later, when they were both older, they sat together in the dying sun. They could see the whole kingdom from their seats on the balcony, near the top of the castle. Silently holding each other's hand, (y/n) sighed happily. She looked at Loki's face and smiled.

"Love, you haven't aged a day." she said. And it was true. He looked nearly the same as the first time she'd seen him, standing by that fountain as a young girl. She was older now, and so was he of course, but it wasn't the same. And yet, she never doubted his love for her.

Loki never doubted his love either, but watching her age was painful. His time with her seemed so short, so unfair that she would leave this world and he would linger on. Living without her would be impossible. And even now, her face visibly matured, her hair no longer as sleek and shiny, her face in the ligt of the sunset was as beautiful as ever. The most beautiful thing he'd ever see, he'd ever lose.

 For what it's worth it was worth all the while

"Love, come with me to Asgard. Stay with me there." (y/n) turned to smile at the man beside her. They had woken up only a few moments ago, everything was warm and light and beautiful.

"I can't yet love. I have to stay. Our children aren't ready yet."

"Darling…"

"In due time Loki. I will join you, once they're ready."

"Of course."

"I love you."

"I love you too"

 It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right

 Two years later, (y/n) turned to Loki.

"Take me to Asgard."

"Pardon?" he said. A smile grew upon (y/n)s now wrinkled face.

"They are ready. Take me to Asgard." he blinked and smiled.

"Certainly darling. Anything for you"

 I hope you had the time of your life

 The last few years had been difficult. (Y/n) was aging, they both knew that Loki would lose her soon. He cast spells, preserving her health and slowing her aging, but in the end, she was a mortal. Spells could only go so far.

It was a dark evening, they were staring at the stars. It had been long since they had left Midgard, and since then they'd known only peace.

"Loki," she said, looking at him.

"Yes love?" He looked back at her. Despite her age, her eyes were as bright as ever.

"I ask you only one thing. Compared to me, you are still young, though we have aged together. You will fall in love again, I accept this. But promise me, you'll never forget me."

"(y/n)…" tears filled his eyes. "I will never forget you. I will always love you, and you alone. You are my wife and my Queen. My stars and my galaxy and my universe. The most and only perfect person I've ever met. You are the meaning in my life. I don't know what I'll do without you, but I will never, ever forget you."

 It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right

  She was gone. They'd come back to Midgard months ago, to say goodbye to her children and her kingdom. It had been a long time coming, but it was still a shock.

And as Loki sat by her bed, sobbing and holding her hand, he reminded her of his promise.

"I'll never forget you, my lovely Queen. One day we will be reunited in the halls of Valhalla. We will meet again, and I'll love you no less. We'll be together again my Queen. We will be, I promise."

  I hope you had the time of your life

  He had lost her. He lost the love of his life. He had known this, but as he sat where she was buried, looking at her name on the stone, he realized it. She was gone. (y/n) was gone, and he'd live on for years. He'd have to live without her. He cried, remembering her touch on his skin and her soft words to him. His whisper was lost in the wind of the graveyard, which stirred the leaves fallen on the ground, and nobody heard him but the spirits of Valhalla.

 "Goodbye, (y/n)."

And, in the wind of the graveyard, he thought he heard another gentle whisper.

"Goodbye Loki"

  It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right

I hope you had the time of your life

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Subscribe - Part 13

Summary: (Modern AU) Peter was your college sweetheart until a certain event led to your break up. Seven years later another event brings you two back together, but this time a little girl is in the picture. Will listening to your podcasts be the reason you two get back together or be another reason to keep you apart?

Pairing: Peter Quill x Reader

Word Count: 3395

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Swearing

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The coffee maker came to life as it brewed into the pot below. It was early Saturday morning, and you knew it was going to be a long day with Mer. With the dance disaster that happened last night, you weren’t sure how you were going to get her mind off it. You poured yourself a cup when you heard a knock on the door and went to answer it. Your eyes widened in surprise seeing Peter in a familiar silver suit holding a single yellow gerbera daisy. “Well...well look at you, Quill. Don’t you look dapper,” you commented as your eyes traveled over his body. “Are you about to make things right with a certain little girl?”

“A man can try, can’t he. I mean, if that's alright with you.” 

“As hard and crazy as it may seem, it’s alright with me. Meredith comes first, and I know she wants you in her life, but right now, you might not be her favorite person. I know she will forgive you because she forgives those she cares about a little too easily if you ask me, but I’ve been there, too.” You gulped, glancing up and catching Peter’s eye. “You messed up, and she understands that, but don’t take her forgiveness for granted and don’t fuck it up again. Remember, you promised me.” 

“I remember…..can I get your option on something real fast.” You nodded. “Does this suit look stupid?” He motioned to his suit, smoothing it out. “Be honest.”

“She’s going to love it.” 

“What am I going to say to her?”

“Tell her how you feel like you let her down and how sorry you are. If you’re honest with her, she’ll be honest with you.” 

“How do you know this will work?” He questioned, running his hand down his face. 

“I’m her mother. Knock again and find out,” you winked, shutting the door on him.

A few moments later, Peter knocked on the door again, and you yelled for Meredith to get it. She charges down the stairs as you crept out of the living room to lean against the doorway. Meredith opened the door, and Peter smiled down at her on the other side.

“Excuse me miss, but I have a date with a lovely little lady today. I’m not sure if she’ll want to hang out with me after what happened, but I want her to know how sorry I am. I know I broke our promise, and I let her down, but I promise, I will never let it happen again. I’m sorry.” Peter’s eyes glanced at you, and you gave him a thumbs up. “What do you say Twig? Wanna hang out with your old man?” 

“Is mommy okay with this?” She murmured, forcing Peter to crack a smile.

“Who do you think I had to get permission from?” Peter whispered back, leaning down to give her the daisy.

“Okay, Daddy. I will go get ready,” she giggled, grabbing the flower from his hand. She wrapped her small arms around his neck, pulling him in for a hug. Peter draped his arms around her and squeezed her close. You watched his expression change from worry to relief in a matter of seconds. Peter glanced your way with that boyish grin you loved, making you roll your eyes. 

“See not so hard,” you mouthed as Peter nodded in agreement. 

Peter and Mer broke apart. “How about you go get ready and pack an overnight bag. I’ll be here when you’re ready.” Mer squealed, taking off up the stairs. You didn’t miss the massive grin she had on her face, and you couldn’t help but feel excited for her. Peter stood up and made his way inside closing the door behind him. 

“You’re right it worked,” he said, putting his hands in his pants pockets. 

“You would've figured it out. It's basic communication.”

“Again, I’m sorry about yesterday.” You rolled your eyes, getting sick of him apologizing so much.  “I know my reason doesn’t matter because I still wasn’t there, but I wasn’t doing what you thought I was doing.”

“Oh, you mean you weren’t getting laid?” You narrowed your eyes at him, crossing your arms across your chest. 

“No. Um, it’s the complete opposite actually.”

“So you were master…”

“No, no no,” He interrupted, holding up his hands. “That was bad phrasing on my part.”

“Then what happened?” 

“I was helping Bucky look for his new puppy in the woods.”

“Excuse me?” You raised your eyebrows at him in question.

“Bucky and his wife got this new puppy from the shelter last weekend. She’s a black lab named Widow. She’s really cute, but loves to bite.” He shook his head, rubbing his wrist. “After they got home from work yesterday, they noticed her kennel had a hole in it, and she was missing. There are woods near there place, so after I got dressed for the dance, full tux in all, I figured I would help him look for an hour or two, thinking it shouldn’t take long.” You nodded as he continued. 

“We split up in the woods, and one thing led to another, my phone lost signal, I climbed a tree, tore my suit, fell out of said tree, and then lost my shoe. My phone ended up dying as it continued to search for a signal and--” He pinched the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut “--by the time I found my way out it was too late. I called you right away once I got my phone hooked to the charger.”

“You fell out of a tree?” It would explain his disheveled appearance last night. His shirt was untucked and wrinkled. He wasn't even wearing his suit jacket, and his hair was all over the place. You couldn't remember if he was missing a shoe or not, but you were a little pissed off to take note of what was on his feet.

“Yeah, I was trying to find a signal to let you know I was going to be late. They do it all the times in the movies, so I thought it would work.”

“Guess not,” you breathed a soft chuckle, shaking your head. “And you got your suit fixed already?” You gestured your hand over his body.

“This...no no--” he pointed to his suit “--I had an all-black one on so I had to pull this one out of the back of my closet. It still works right? It’s kind of old.” 

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Why didn’t you tell me this last night?”

“You seemed upset with me, and I didn’t want to start an argument over this. It was late, and I knew you were already sick of my bullshit. I wanted to wait till you blew off some steam.”

“Well, at least now I can cross off ‘kill Peter’ off of my to-do list for today.” You shake your head, scratching the back of your neck. “If this co-parenting thing is gonna work between us we have to be honest with each other even on our worst day.”

“Starting today, I will.” He held out his hand. “I promise.” You reached out and shook it.

“Did they end up finding her?” You asked, still curious about what happened to the puppy.

“Oh, yeah,” he smirked, waving it off. “She went over to one of their neighbors a few blocks down and was playing with their dog."

“When did they find that out?”

“Probably while I was in the tree trying to find a signal,” he chuckled, forcing a small smile to your face.

“I’m sorry that I assumed the worst of things when you showed up here.”

“It’s okay. I get it. I mean, after we broke up--” your shoulders tensed up as your eyes dropped to the ground “--I sort of went back to my old ways, but I’ve grown out of it over the years...sort of.” You nodded, not knowing what to say. “Why...why haven’t we ever talked about what happened between us yet?”

“Well, it’s…..”

“MOMMY! I NEED YOUR HELP,” Mer yelled from upstairs, interrupting you.

“I’ll be right there,” you called upstairs, feeling a sense of relief flood over you. “This shouldn’t take long." 

“No rush. I’m hers all day,” Peter nodded as you went up the stairs.

______

Mer was ahead of you as she descended the stairs with her hand on the banister. Peter turned around, wearing a warm smile on his face.  It made your heart speed up, sending a tingling feeling to your stomach. “Wow! Mer you look like a badass princess.” You cleared your throat. “I mean an independent princess that doesn’t need a man to run a kingdom.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” she grinned. “I have something for you.” She pulled out a wristwatch from behind her back and handed it to him. “It’s so you won’t be late again.” 

“Wow, I just got burned by my daughter.” He let out a deep chuckled, taking the watch from him and putting it on his wrist. “Thank you, Twig.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Who are these characters from?” Peter asked, studying the watch on his wrist.

“Paw Patrol. It’s a limited edition.”

“I better take good care of it then. It may be a collector's item someday,” Peter smirked, making you shake your head. “I'll have her back tomorrow morning.”

“Sounds good! Make sure she brushes her teeth, and get her to bed at a decent time,” You advised, helping Mer into her jacket. “I love you, Mer. Don't be too hard on your dad he's still figuring out the ‘dad stuff.’”

“I won’t. Love you, Mommy.” She gave you a quick hug before walking out the door with Peter following behind her. He stopped short before closing the door.

“I owe you, YN. Thank you,” he paused, nodding at you before shutting the door.

You smiled, watching Peter and Mer walk hand in hand out to his Jeep. He reached through the open window and pulled out a small clear container containing the corsage he told you about. Mer was jumping up and down, clapping her hands as he opened the container and put it on her wrist. Your heart melted, seeing a contagious smile on her face as Peter help her into the backseat. It was easy to see that Peter adored her, and he treated her like you hoped he would. You couldn’t help, but wonder what if. What if you had the courage to tell him sooner? Would things have turned out different? What if you never left him after you found the truth?

Throughout the day, you kept busy cleaning the house and doing miscellaneous things to distract yourself. Peter sent you pictures and videos of all the adventures they went on. He first took her out to eat breakfast at this fancy restaurant that looked way better than what you ended up eating. Then, he took her to get her nails done. Meredith must’ve chosen Peter’s color because he was sporting coral polish. From the videos he sent, the staff even seemed to be enjoying themselves. You didn’t miss the comment Mer made to Peter about her feeling like a cool princess. 

You tried to concentrate on the book you were reading when your phone chimed with a new video. You opened the message and pressed play. Peter and Mer were wandering around an aquarium dressed in formal wear. Mer stood in front of a few fish tanks, mentioning how pretty all the fish looked. She saw a fish that looked like Dory, Nemo, and his dad, but she couldn’t remember his name. It was cute to see her flustered before she remembered it was Marlin. Then, he sent you a selfie of them standing in front of the tank together. A few minutes later, he sent another photo. Peter had Mer on his back, giving her a piggyback ride as they both smiled at the camera near a sign that said Jellyfish exhibit. A second later he sent a quick caption to this photo saying ‘Jellyman and Offspring.” You couldn’t contain the affectionate smile that graced your lips because it was too adorable.

After eating an early dinner, you laid down on the couch with a glass of wine and turned on the TV to try and find something to watch. You never knew how to spend your time when Mer wasn’t around, but you tried to keep yourself occupied. Your phone chimed, stopping it on a home improvement channel, glancing at your screen seeing yet another message from Peter. It was a picture of ingredients and a ton of sprinkles. Whatever they were going to make, it was going to end up in an absolute disaster. 

A half-hour later, you received a video message. 

“Tell your mom what we’re making, Twig,” Peter said, holding the camera at Mer’s face. 

“We are making rainbow cupcakes with three different colors. Pink, yellow, and red. They are going to turn out so pretty and yummy,” Mer smiled into the camera before it switched to Peter’s face.

“Fingers crossed this works,” he said with a tight smile. “Wish us luck.”

You smiled at your phone, sending them a quick text to wish them luck. You finished off your glass of wine and went back into the kitchen for more. As you pour yourself another glass, you realized something. Meredith needed her dad in her life, but what you didn’t expect is maybe Peter needed his daughter in his life, too. If by some chance, maybe there was room for you in his life, too. 

______

“Are you kidding, Nancy? Those cabinets with that countertop. You’re gonna regret that in a couple of years,” you shouted at the TV as you opened your second bottle of wine. Your phone chimed as the screen glowed.

“And action,” Peter commanded, removing his hand from the screen.

“Hi, we have finished the bake, and these cupcakes look yummy. Now it is time to frost and decorate. My favorite part,” she giggled. She started piping the frosting on the cupcake, but it came out too fast, and some of it ended up on the counter. She flushed, smiling at the camera. She opened one of the sprinkle containers and poured it on top of the frosting. “Sprinkles are the best part.”

Peter took a sharp breath in watching hundreds of sprinkles hit the floor. “So many sprinkles….” he gasped as Mer piped the frosting onto the next cupcake and this one turned out better. “That one looks great.”

“Thank you, but it needs the wow factor of the sprinkles,” she commented, pouring sprinkles all over the cupcake. 

You heard more sprinkles hit the floor and couldn’t stop the loud laugh that escaped your throat. The camera flipped to Peters' face. 

“I am going to be finding rogue sprinkles for the next month,” he chuckled before it stopped recording. 

As your episode ended, you put your wine bottles in the recycling and grabbed some snacks. You plugged your phone into the charger by the couch, and it chimed once again. This time it was a picture of all the colorful cupcakes with a shitton of sprinkles on top. You smirked at the screen, hoping Peter didn’t feed her too many of those cupcakes before bedtime. Your phone dinged again with a video attachment.

“Alright, Mer. Are you ready?” Peter asked, holding the camera at an angle so you could see both their faces. “On three...one...two...three.” Both Mer and Peter took a bit of their cupcake at the same time. 

“OMG, these are so good. I will bring a couple back for you, Mommy,” she grinned at the camera with frosting all over her face. 

Mer seemed so happy with how they turned out, but when you saw Peter’s face, you couldn’t help but let out a loud belly laugh. His face was showing Mer how good they were, but his eyes were telling a different story.

“Yeah, so delicious, Twig,” Peter stated, chewing the cupcake slowly. “Not hurting my teeth at all!”

About halfway through the next episode, your phone chimed with another video from Peter. 

“Daddy, what are you doing?” Mer asked, holding the camera up to Peter. He was digging through the medicine cabinet in the bathroom.

“Got an upset stomach.”

“Oh no...are you going to be okay?”

“Yes. I’ll be fine. Can I see my phone quick? I see I got some messages.”

“Yup, here you go.” Mer handed it over with a smile, and you noticed another cupcake in her hand. 

How many has she eaten so far?

“Thank you.” Peter turned on the front-facing camera. “Um...so those cupcakes are very sweet I got a major gut rot right now. I don't know how she was able to eat three without any problems. My stomach is like ‘why did you do this to me, Pete? We trusted you.’” He groaned, holding his stomach before turning off the camera.

“It’s called being a parent, Peter,” you chuckled to yourself. You always suffer the consequences when it comes to doing a project with your child thinking it will be fun, but then you realize it was a terrible messy awful idea. You switched to Netflix and picked a random movie to keep you entertained until your phone chimed. Expecting it to be another video, but it was a text message instead.  

Peter: I am going to regret giving her sugar at 7 pm, right?

YN: She should crash from her sugar high once things settle down

YN: Might I suggest a dance party to get rid of the excess energy and a movie on the couch

Peter: Great idea

A short while later, Peter sent you another video. Like, every video you received today, you press played excited to see what they were doing now. It started with Peter pressing record and adjusting his phone on a table. Mer must’ve picked the music because Baby Shark was blasting in the background. You cracked a smile seeing Peter’s exhausted expression when the song started playing. It looked like he let out a deep breath before he started dancing around with her. They were jumping around and shaking their hips to the beat. Song after song played, and they continued to dance and dance. You could tell Mer was getting exhausted when she started dancing in slow motion. 

Peter walked over to this stereo and switched to a song you haven’t heard in a while; You’re my Best Friend by Queen. Peter picked up his suit jacket and held it open for Mer to put on. She slid it on with ease, and it sat a few inches off the floor. She looked up at Peter with a huge smile, and he held out his hands. She stepped onto his feet, and he danced around with ease. It made your heart flutter with how much fun they were having together. 

When the video ended, you could tell Mer was ready for bed. She was rubbing her eyes and yawning. You glanced at the time on your phone and realized it was almost your bedtime, too. You turned off the tv and walked to your bedroom. Your phone dinged while brushing your teeth and you see a text message with a picture attached.

Peter: Your idea worked ;) *The picture attached was a selfie of Peter smiling, and Mer was sound asleep snuggled into his side wearing her unicorn pajamas. 

Peter: Trial and error right

YN: You’ll be an excellent parent in no time

Peter: What would I do without you

You shake your head at his response, feeling your face heat up. You walked over to your bed, crawled under the covers, and put your phone on the bedside table. Peter did exactly what he needed to do to make it up to Meredith. He might not have realized it yet, but he was already such a wonderful father to her. 

Peter dropped Meredith off mid-morning with her cupcakes, and she couldn't stop talking about the day with her dad, even going on to say it was better than the stupid dance at school. All you could do was smile at how Peter managed to pull off another incredible date. 

_____

AN: Talk about some cute father/daughter moments, and we were so close to hearing about there break up! Ugh! Maybe the next part will finally answer some of your questions! 😉 Thanks for reading!

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Good Night, Sleep Tight - A CHFIL/SlayerSoldier series crossover story

Good Night, Sleep Tight - A CHFIL/SlayerSoldier series crossover story

author: jrubalcaba

warnings: none except seeing superheroes in tears

rating: so fluffly it’ll rot your teeth. oh, mentions of smut, but no actual smut.

words: 3876

I hope you guys all enjoy this. I certainly enjoyed writing it!

“But I don't wanna go to bed!” Evie heard Robby whine as Steve carried him and Sarah upstairs, one under each arm. She looked over her shoulder and laughed as her mini-me started to kick and scratch at his dad, trying his best to get away.

“Robert, it's time for bed. End of discussion,” Steve snapped. He was still irritated from bath time when the kids decided to see who could make the biggest waves and soaked the entire bathroom, Steve included.

Normally Evie did both bath and bedtime, but since their fight, Steve has been doing every little thing around the house so Evie could relax more. He felt guilty for slacking off on his daddy duty, hence why he was wet, but not in a good way.

Evie sighed as she continued reading her book, when a wild Robby appeared, running through the house towards the Barnes’ side. A streak of pink with blonde on top raced by after as Sarah chased her brother.

“Man, those two are fast,” Steve panted as he entered the living room. Evie grinned.

“Just like their dad,” she replied. He rolled his eyes.

“How do you handle them both every night?” he asked, clearly at his wit's end. She giggled.

“Awww, what's wrong? Can Captain America not keep up with his two demons, I mean, darlings?” she teased with a wink. He sighed.

“Yes I can, but they're just so…..” he trailed off.

“Stubborn? Gee, I wonder where they got that from.” Evie smiled at her husband, laughing when he went Sad Faced at her comment. “We have a routine. I noticed that you get restless when your own bedtime routine gets messed up, so I got them into their own and it works wonders.” Steve's jaw had dropped, as she had neglected to mention that little detail to him.

“Well, you need to tell me more about it so I can do it too,” he snapped at her. She mulled it over for a bit.

“I guess I could,” she answered. Suddenly, voices in the hallway caught their attention as Alice and Bucky walked in, looking unamused.

“Can someone explain why the twins interrupted Becca's bedtime story, just to say goodnight?” Bucky asked, clearly pissed. Evie grinned at Steve.

“Well, Daddy is in charge of bath and bedtime, but it looks like fighting off bad guys is so much easier than putting his kids to bed,” she teased, causing him to roll his eyes again.

“Okay, I'll admit that I slacked off a lot, but this is hard work,” he said in defense. Evie scoffed.

“Yeah, if you haven't done it every night for the past five years.” Becca was tugging her parents forward more and more as the adults talked.

“Momma! I wanna say goodnight to everyone too, just like Robby and Sarah!” she whined impatiently. All three adults looked around in confusion while Evie's eyes grew wide.

“Ohhhh boy,” was all she said before following her niece upstairs, the other three right behind her. Once they all made it to Robby's room, they stopped at the sight that met them.

The three kids were standing at the wall that Robby had dedicated to all the heroes in his life, each of them replicated in action figures that may or may not have been commissioned especially for him.

“Look! Daddy and uncle Steve!” Becca cried as she saw the two figures (Robby refused to call them dolls) on the nightstand. The Steve one was identical to the real Steve, right down to the beard that covered his face. The Bucky one was also identical to the real Bucky, complete with fully movable Vibranium arm (that was specially made in Wakanda).

“Well, duh. Those two are the best, so of course they're gonna be right next to my bed, Becca!” Robby said snottily. Evie and Alice looked to their husbands and saw them both tear up at being called ‘the best’ by their son/nephew.

“That is adorable, but what did Becca mean when she said ‘say goodnight to everyone’?” Alice asked quietly. Evie turned to her and grinned.

“I think it's best if you three each take a kid and find out,” she replied. Each of them shot her a puzzled look as they walked into the room and Steve picked up Robby, Bucky took Becca, and Alice got Sarah. Robby reached up and grabbed the Ironman figure.

“Good night Uncle Tony,” he said, kissing and hugging it before handing it to Becca. “Good night Aunt Pepper. Good night Big Papa Howard and Big Mama Maria in the sky,” he added, tilting his head back and speaking to the ceiling. As if on cue, Steve, Bucky, and Alice all looked over at Evie, jaws dropped in shock and awe.

Something Evie caught on camera, as she was finally able to record Robby doing this.

One by one, each figurine was taken down, told ‘goodnight’ three times, and given three hugs and three kisses before being put back. What was even sweeter was the fact that each one was called by their real name, not their superhero one. Those who were deceased also got told goodnight, affectionately called ‘Uncle Pietro’, ‘Big Uncle Yondu’, ‘Big Uncle Odin’, ‘Big Auntie Frigga’, all the ‘Auntie Valkyries’, ‘Big Uncle T'Chaka’, ‘Big Uncle Ben’, ‘Big Grandma Sarah’, ‘Big Grandpa Joseph’, ‘Big Grandma Winifred’, ‘Big Grandpa George’, ‘Big Grandma Elizabeth’, ‘Big Grandpa Kevin’, ‘Big Auntie Becca’, and ‘Big Auntie Maggie’.

After all the figurines were placed back in their holders, the kids all squirmed down from their adults and ran to the nightstand. Robby grabbed the picture frame from it and began to kiss each person in the picture, telling Uncle Simon, Auntie Maggie, Auntie Kerry, Cousin Riley, Auntie Gail, and Cousin T'Zari goodnight before handing it to Becca and Sarah, who did the same.

Once everyone had been told goodnight, the kids each hugged Steve, Bucky, and Alice, bidding them goodnight as well, hugging and kissing them extra hard before running to Evie and doing the same thing. Once Robby was tucked in bed, the two girls and four adults left the room, and Evie made sure to capture the tears on her husband, sister and brother-in-law’s faces as their parents had been included by their children.

Out in the hallway, Evie downloaded the video to FRIDAY's server before sending it to every member of the Team, all of the Defenders, to Wakanda, and to the Benatar, wherever the hell it was.

After Sarah was tucked in and the Barnes family left, she and Steve laid down for bed. Steve was silent for quite some time before he finally spoke, his voice cracking.

“You told them?” was all he said, to which she nodded.

“Of course. Sarah wanted to know who she was named after, so I sat them both down and told them about your parents, Bucky's and Alice's. Then, they wanted to know why T'Challa's daddy wasn't here but his mommy was, and they wondered about Thor and Loki's mommy and daddy, so I just explained everything to them. They took it all in, eager eyes and everything.” Steve was silent again for a while.

“Howard and Maria?” That was the trickier thing to explain.

“They know that a guy who looks like Uncle Bucky hurt Howard and Maria and made them go to sleep forever, and that's why Uncle Tony isn't very good friends with Uncle Bucky.” Steve stared at her for what seemed like hours before speaking.

“That's….probably the best way you could have explained it. Good job,” he said, squeezing her.

“Thanks. Those kids are so much smarter than you think. Robby knew we were having that fight, and he understood that Daddy had said some things that hurt Mommy, but didn't mean to. That being said, I don't think the concept of brainwashing is something a five-year-old would understand, but I could be wrong. I'd much rather wait to explain it to them properly until they're older.” Steve nodded in agreement before snuggling into Evie's side and they both fell asleep.

***********

Shuri pulled up the video file from Evie and read the accompanying text. She then went to find her brother, sister-in-law, nephew, mother, and Okoye to show them as well.

“This is a video that I just received from Evie, and this is what she wrote: To brighten your day and to show how much you mean to us.” She then played the video for them.

“Okoye, are you crying?” T'Challa asked incredulously after the video was done.

“Absolutely not. I just have...something in my eye.” The General wiped her eyes as she turned away. Gail giggled.

“Oh, I must tell Evie and Alice that,” she said before pulling out her phone and sending a message to them.

“It is good to know that we are never forgotten by our friends,” T'Challa said as he hugged her.

“Mama! Tell my cousins I say good morning to them!” T'Zari exclaimed brightly.

“Of course my darling,” she cooed as she sent yet another text overseas. “That did brighten our day.” They continued through the palace, wanting to spend the day together.

************

“Hey assholes, we gotta incoming message from Terra,” Quill shouted over his shoulder to his fellow Guardians. Groot, Rocket, Drax, Mantis, Gamora, and Nebula all joined him at the holoscreen and read the text.

“‘To brighten your day and to show how much you mean to us’? What the hell is that suppose ta mean?” Rocket grumbled. Quill shrugged.

“How would something brighten our day? Is it a light of some sort?” Drax asked.

“I am Groot,” came a reply from the back.

“Peter, just play the video,” Gamora sighed.

“Alright. Oh, it looks like it's from Evie, Captain America's wife.” At this, Rocket perked up.

“She gives the best head scratches,” he said with a longing sigh.

They all chuckled as the video began to play. Once they saw Robby grab the Quill figurine and hug and kiss it so tenderly, they all began to tear up as their own were given the same loving treatment. Quill burst into tears as Yondu was also told good night, as it had been years since the man had died.

“That was...the cutest thing I've ever seen,” Gamora said softly after the video was over.

“I am Groot,”  Groot said, wiping what looked like tree sap from his eyes.

“I've never been called Auntie before,” Nebula said quietly from the corner. Gamora walked over and hugged her.

“Me neither. It felt pretty good too.” Loud sniffles were coming from Rocket and Peter, who both appeared to try and hide their emotions.

“Who do those little gargoyles think they are, calling us all ‘Uncle’ and ‘Auntie’ like we're all some big family?” Rocket grumbled angrily as he wiped tears away. Gamora scratched his head and he turned away, walking to the sleeping quarters muttering about ‘family and how it felt good to have one’.

“I can't believe they remembered Yondu,” Quill stammered as he cried. Gamora came to comfort him too, patting his back.

“How did that brighten our day? All that did was make me feel happy,” Drax said from right next to them.

“It made your day better, right? Well on Terra, ‘brighten your day’ means ‘make your day better’,” Quill explained, his voice muffled as he cried into Gamora's shoulder.

“Oh. Well, then yes, that did brighten our day,” Drax said loudly as he too walked to the sleeping quarters.

The rest of the Guardians all stood in silence as they came to terms that they had a family again, after losing their own so long ago.

***********

“Sam! Come see what Evie just sent us!” Kerry called from their room. A few moments later Sam walked in, ready for bed.

“What is it?” he asked, kissing her sweetly.

“It's a video to ‘brighten our day’,” she replied, pressing play. They watched it in silence, both of them tearing up when they and their unborn baby boy were mentioned.

“Oh my god. That is the cutest fecking thing I've ever seen,” Kerry said shakily once the video was done. Sam nodded, unable to speak.

“It's good to know Riley is already so loved before he officially gets here,” he said after a while. The expectant parents snuggled in bed, smiles on their faces as they fell asleep.

************

“Hey everyone, Evie just sent us a video. Let's watch it!” Peter called through the Compound. The Team assembled in the common room, ready to watch. FRIDAY began to play it, and Tony was a mess within the first five minutes, unashamedly sobbing into Rhodey's shoulder as his parents were so affectionately wished goodnight.

Thor and Loki were the next to choke up as their mother and father were mentioned, followed by Natasha. She was used to being called Auntie Nat by the kids, but to see them send her such love was enough to crack her tough exterior.

Wanda burst into tears as her brother was also wished goodnight, as she missed him terribly. Peter and Aunt May were there, as May and Bruce were still dating. To hear Ben be mentioned brought tears to their eyes as well, Bruce included.

The video was done playing, and everyone sat in stunned silence.

“Yeah, that just made everything that we do worth it. Those kids look up to us, and I'll be damned if I let them down, “ Rhodey declared, patting a still sobbing Tony on the back. Everyone nodded their agreement, then slowly, one by one, they all went to sleep, sweet dreams aplenty.

#

The next morning, Evie woke to her phone going off, the notification tone repeating every few seconds. She grabbed it and unlocked it, looking at all of the messages on the screen.

“Steve, wake up,” she urged, grabbing her husband's shoulder and shaking him. He snaked his arms around her and pulled her close, throwing a leg over hers.

“Five more minutes,” he mumbled into her neck before covering every inch he could reach in kisses. He began to grind his hips into hers, his arousal growing by the moment.

“Steve…” she trailed off as his left hand came up to cradle her face while he kissed her deeply. He took advantage of her distraction to climb over top of her, grinding his erection into her even more. Evie wrapped her arms around his back, reveling in the way his muscles moved under her fingertips. Her hands slowly made their way to his pants, intent on removing them as her earlier preoccupation was forgotten as they continued kissing.

“Uncle Steve! Get off Auntie Evie! You're gonna hurt her!” came the outraged cry from the doorway as Becca ran into the room. Evie jumped, causing her teeth to nick Steve's lip. He quickly got off of her, sitting up in bed as Alice and Bucky entered soon after their daughter, bursting into laughter as Steve's blush covered his upper body. Evie quickly sat up as well and swung her legs over Steve's lap to help hide his erection from their niece.

“Becca! What have we told you about coming into our room without knocking?” she scolded the little girl. “What if I or your uncle were getting dressed? We don't want you to see us naked, so you have to knock first.” Becca bowed her head.

“Sorry, Auntie Evie. I was just so excited to tell you about what Auntie Gail said about Miss Okoye,” she replied. Evie sighed before holding her arms out for her niece.

“It's okay, but that's one of the rules, remember? We all have to knock before opening someone's door,” she said as she hugged the little girl.

“Becca, she's right. You wouldn't want her or Uncle Steve to just walk into your room while you were getting dressed, right?” Bucky asked his daughter. Becca's eyes grew big as she understood the issue.

“No. Okay, I'll knock every time, I promise.” Evie hugged her again before kissing the top of her head.

“Good deal. Why don't you go hang with Sarah? I'm sure she's awake.” Becca was out the door before Evie got the whole sentence out. Once she was gone, Steve got out of bed, holding a pillow over his crotch as he walked past Bucky and Alice as he headed to the bathroom.

“Why the hell are you hiding it from me? It's not like I don't know what one looks like,” Bucky directed at his brother's back.

“Yeah, well my sister doesn't need to see it though,” he shot back over his shoulder as he threw the pillow at Bucky, shutting the door. Alice shuddered as she climbed up next to Evie.

“Yeah, I really don't need to see him like that,” she agreed. Bucky rolled his eyes.

“What? We're all adults here,” he argued. It was Evie's turn to roll her eyes.

“Yeah, but you wouldn't want me to see you like that though, right?” she asked, quirking an eyebrow.

“Well no, but we're related.” Another eye roll from the doctor.

“They are too, because of us, so it's the same thing, moron.” Bucky flipped her off before calling over his shoulder.

“Having problems in there, Stevie?” Evie couldn't hear her husband's response, but judging by the blush that covered Alice's face and Bucky's laugh, it was pretty filthy, even for Steve. “I think we're gonna go hang with the little monkeys so you can go help him out.” He stalked to the bed and swept Alice into his arms and walked out.

Taking that as her cue, Evie went into the bathroom, walking up behind Steve, who stood in front of the toilet. She grabbed his hands and turned him towards her, the tent in his pants quite noticeable

“Here, let me,” she said as she sank to her knees.

**********

Evie followed the voices of her kids and niece downstairs, finding them, Alice and Bucky in the kitchen, eating breakfast.

“Everything okay?” Bucky asked teasingly. Evie smiled at him.

“Oh yeah. You know better than anyone about that super soldier stamina, so we had to take care of his issue a few times,” she replied with a wink, making Alice blush.

“Eww. So anyway, we didn't know that you had sent that video to everyone last night,” she said, narrowing her eyes at her sister. Evie shrugged.

“What? I thought that everyone would enjoy it. Sorry for not asking before I sent it.” She set about making a cup of coffee for herself and a glass of milk for Steve.

“Thanks, baby,” he said as he walked in and grabbed it from her. He wasn't a fan of coffee, so it was milk or water for him.

“Welcome, babe.” She kissed him sweetly before walking over to Becca. “So, what did Auntie Gail say about Miss Okoye?” The six-year-old grinned brightly, her father's smile copied perfectly into her little face.

“Auntie Gail said that Miss Okoye cried when she saw your video, Auntie Evie!” she exclaimed. Evie looked around at the other adults in shock. Making Okoye, the General of the Dora Milaje, cry over a video was an impressive feat.

“Uh, wow. That is pretty amazing,” Evie replied in a daze. Becca nodded enthusiastically.

“Yep and cousin T'Zari said hi to us too!” All of the adults were glad the super kids would all grow up so close. Steve had opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted when the front door opened. The four adults went to see who their unannounced visitor was.

“Brighten our day?! Tug at our heartstrings is more like it!” Maggie cried as she stomped in, followed by Simon, Kerry, and Sam.

“Yeah, that was pretty heavy-handed, Evie,” Sam said, closing the door behind him. “Kerry woke up crying a few times over ‘how fecking cute’ it was.” Steve and Bucky grinned at the thought of Sam having to deal with a pregnant partner and the accompanying mood swings.

“Sorry. I didn't mean to make her or Okoye cry,” Evie apologized.

“Wait...Okoye cried?! Wow,” Simon exclaimed, impressed.

“Apparently.” Her phone dinged again and she looked at the messages. “Oh yeah. I was going through the responses I got when someone distracted me,” she said, glaring at Steve.

“What? I had needs, and you took care of them,” he answered with a shrug. “What did everyone say?” Evie scrolled through her notifications, her smile growing with each one.

“So Okoye cried, so did Quill and Rocket. Tony sobbed, and Thor and Loki got choked up. Oh my gosh…..Nat cried. I made Natasha Romanoff cry.” Evie honestly didn't know what to say. She didn't mean to make anyone cry with the video. She just wanted to show everyone how much they meant to the kids.

“Simon cried too, Evie. Good job,” Maggie congratulated her. The offended look on the burly man's face was priceless as she sold him out. Bucky, Steve, and Sam burst out laughing, while Kerry and Alice smiled sweetly at him.

“Awww, Si. I've made you cry, and now Evie has. Did you cry when Gail got married? Will you cry when Kerry gets married?” Alice asked. He scowled at her.

“Shut it, Al. For the record, I wasn't crying last night, I just had….allergies,” Simon explained.

Which, in the presence of a doctor, probably wasn't a good idea.

“Do I need to prescribe you something for those then?” Evie said, slipping into Doctor mode. He stuttered at being caught in a lie.

“Yeah, some time to hang with all of the kids so he's not such a fecking moody bastard,” Kerry quipped, making all of the adults laugh. “Oh. Riley must want to play too.” She rubbed her belly, looking uncomfortable.

“Everything okay in there?” Evie was on edge. She couldn't exactly diagnose anything with Riley or Kerry, as obstetrics was out of her league. The redhead sighed.

“Yeah, he's just over eager to get here. I'll be so glad when he does though.” Sam rubbed her back soothingly as she took some calming breaths.

“Alright. Just don't go into labor yet. He's not done cooking and there's no one here that's qualified to deliver him,” Evie warned. They all gave her the same look. “What?”

“You are the most qualified person here,” Alice insisted. “None of us have gone to medical school and only two of us have given birth.” Evie's eyes grew big as she realized her sister was right.

“True, but let's leave me as Plan Z. You'll be at the Compound when you go into labor I'm sure.” They all nodded in agreement. They've had enough excitement to last them a lifetime.

“Okay, enough chit chat. I've got a nephew and some nieces I need to see,” Simon declared, pushing past them all and heading towards the kitchen. Evie chuckled as they all followed him. If he's this whipped before fatherhood, then he'll be a downright puddle of mush when he and Maggie have a baby. 

Evie hung back and watched everyone in the kitchen, happy to see all the love and affection they all had for each other.

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[oc-character-development]

Alright I saw Avengers Endgame last night and I loved it! Here’s my favourite bits/ bits I really really want to talk about!

Warning: THIS POST IS NOT SPOILER FREE! THERE ARE SPOILERS AHEAD! DO NOT READ UNLESS YOU HAVE SEEN AVENGERS ENDGAME SERIOUSLY YOU REALLY DO NOT WANT THIS SPOILED AT ALL! SERIOUSLY!

Opening scene: turns out Clint was just chilling with his family during Infinity War. Makes sense!

After Tony gets back to Earth and has a minor disagreement with cap and they go to space to find out Thanos destroyed the stones and then kill Thanos. it Jump to five years later:

Steve, doing what Sam used to do; support group for the snap!

Scott gets out of the quantum realm thanks to a goddamn rat! Cassie is alive and around the age of 15! Great! Scott’s happy! But also not because he lost Hope, Hank and Janet

Nat is still doing the avengers to some degree!

Bruce is Professor Hulk! (Please give him a solo film now, please!!!)

Thor is fat, drinking beer, and hanging out with Korg and Meek!

Tony and Pepper Have a Kid, Morgan, who is the cutest and Tony Stark is the best dad! Pepperony are the best parents and ONE OF MY TWO MCU OTPS HAVE A KID! 💕💕❤️

“Shit”- Morgan Stark after hearing her dad say it

“No, no mommy invented that word so we can’t use it”- Tony Stark being the best dad after swearing in front of his daughter 😂😂

“That really is America’s ass’- Tony, Scott and then Steve Rogers himself 🤣😂

“Hail Hydra”- hell yes Steve! (Also call back to the awful storyline in the comics where cap was Hydra all along)

Come and get your love starts playing and me and my little sister are immediately like yes! Yes! Yes! Peter Quill demonstrating that with headphones on you’re just tone deaf when singing 😂

Nat dies instead of Clint in the same way Gamora did. I cried. Steve Cried. Clint cried. Hulk/Bruce threw a bench into the lake. Sad times. 😭

“I predicted Nat’s death! My death prediction was correct! Goddamn let’s just hope my other prediction isn’t correct! I don’t want it to be!”- me through my tears

Bruce snaps fingers! The snap reversed everyone’s happy! Oh wait! Here comes 2014 Thanos, Gamora and Nebula! Avengers HQ is destroyed! Tony, Steve and Thor show down with Thanos! Thor gets disarmed when. Mjölnir shakes then wizzes past Thor and Thanos! STEVE ROGERS IS WORTHY! HE WAS FAKING IT! WE ALL KNEW IT! BEST PART OF THE MOVIE!

“Hey Captain, on your left!”- HELL YES SAM SAID ON YOUR LEFT! CALL BACK TO WINTER SOLDIER!

The ENTIRETY OF THE MCU come in for the showdown! HELLS YEAH!

“Avengers... Assemble!”- Steve Rogers being a legend!

Me: AHHHHHHH! YES! STEVE SAID IT! YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW EXCITED AND HAPPY I AM!

“If I told you then it wouldn’t happen”- Strange to Tony about the one reality where they win. Me: something bad’s going to happen isn’t it.

Peter and Tony’s reunion! TONY STARK HUGGED PETER PARKER! IRONDAD IS THE BEST!

Peter being saved by Captain Marvel and Then the entirety of the women of the MCU have her back! It. Is. Amazing.

Showdown between Carol, Steve, Tony, and Thanos is amazing.

Tony wielding the stones!

Me: yes! *remembers how Hulk is the only one strong enough to survive since it emits gamma radiation* Me: TONY! NO! NO! NO!

Thanos is wiped out by the snap! Karma is a bitch!

Peter saying “Tony”- the moment I bawled my eyes out in the middle of the cinema realising that Tony Stark isn’t coming back from this and won’t get to see Morgan grow up. In fact I cried for the rest of the funeral scene and the scene between Happy and Morgan! Saddest death of the MCU full stop! 😭😭😭😭😭😭

“I love you 3000”- Tony Stark’s hologram message looking directly at Morgan Stark still being the best dad ever and making sure she knew he loved her!

Me: “I have been emotionally compromised! this is not okay!” 😭😭

It hit me that my death predictions post for the movie was correct and I’m not happy about it! 😭

Me currently in denial about Tony’s death:

Steve going to return the stones. Then staying in 1940s to be with Peggy Carter! YES! YES! YES!

In defence of Steve Rogers; I’ve seen quite a few posts about Steve’s decision and how they now dislike Steve and that it’s uncharacteristic. So here’s my defence of Steve’s actions:

Steve didn’t know he would stay in the past when he went in. It was not part of the plan. He must have decided it whilst he was in there which is why he didn’t offer going back to Bucky.

It was never stated who Peggy married because Agent Carter was cancelled before the reveal. If it wasn’t cancelled then maybe Steve’s story would have ended differently.

The script would have been okayed by the higher ups of marvel and quite possibly Stan Lee himself! SO IT WAS OKAY TO DO IT!

The kiss in Civil war is still not okay! But it’s not Steve’s fault that he committed incest (well they weren’t related but still) he DID NOT KNOW! If anything SHARON should have stopped him but she didn’t!

STEVEN GRANT ROGERS DESERVED THIS ENDING AND YOU CAN’T TELL ME OTHERWISE!

Steve. Is. Still. Alive. In. 2023! Sam is now Captain America! LIKE IN THE COMICS! YES!

“I’m a little upset that we have to live in a world without captain America”- Me too Sam! Me too!

“You wanna tell me about her?”

“No I don’t think I will”

Me: please give us a Steggy scene! Please give us a Steggy scene!

Cut to: Steve and Peggy dancing in a house! Hell yes! They got their dance! my other MCU OTP got their happy ending together! 💕💙

Close up on Peggy and Steve looking into each other’s eyes and fade to black!

Me: 😭😭😭

After the film:

Twin sister: I was a bit disappointed by it actually. It didn’t have enough Loki in it.

Me: not every avengers film has to have Loki in it!

Also me: I’m going to have to live in a world without Steve and Tony! 😭 at least I still have Peter Parker still around 😭😭 but I’m never going to see the original six avengers together again 😭 I’m never going to see my favourite superhero (Captain America) in a new film again 😭 but he’s happy with Peggy 😭

Me two hours later as I’m about to drift of to sleep:, where the hell was old man Steve during Peggy’s funeral? Did he attend? And those kids in the photo with Peggy that Steve looks at in Winter Soldier- those were his kids and he didn’t know it! So was Steve just in the background making sure things went the way they did in agent Carter? Did he tell her to say that he saved her husband’s life in ww2 knowing full well it was actually him? To cover up what happens in the future? I have a lot of questions!

Movie rating: 3000/10 (it might be my favourite mcu film now)

[elisaphoenix13]

Dreams Of Routine

Dust.

It was everywhere. Around him, on his hands, and in him with every breath he took.

It was a nightmare Tony had often and had him waking in the middle of the night and staring up at the ceiling as he got his thundering heart to slow down. When it finally did, that's when he braved looking around the bedroom. Sometimes he didn't have to look to know that Stephen was sleeping beside him because Tony would hear him breathing first. One usually had to strain to hear it but Tony was accustomed to the soft breaths his spouse took while he slept. The next thing he did was look past Stephen's side of the bed and find the crib against the wall with their infant daughter sleeping soundly in it.

One kid accounted for. Now for the other six. Tony turns toward his nightstand and grabs the tablet laying on the surface and mutters to Friday to bring up the 'Baby Monitors'. Six separate camera views popped up silently and Tony sighs quietly when the other six kids are shown sleeping in their beds. Tony's nightmare of watching Stephen and Peter turn to dust in front of him was constant enough that he needed a better way to check on the kids without getting up and wandering the tower to look in on every single one of them.

Harley, Peter, Diana...all asleep down the hall. Cassie was safe in her room downstairs, and so were Thomas and William. The kids knew about the cameras and Tony made sure to tell them they were specifically for moments like these. If they were getting dressed or otherwise...occupied, Friday would inform him they were safe but keep the video off. It was an electronic version of Quill's Celestial gaze, but for all the kids. Tony of course included Cassie because he had raised her for those five years and she turned into an honorary kid that he very much wanted safe just as much as his actual kids.

With another shaky sigh of relief, Tony turns off the tablet and places it back on the nightstand before turning back over and wrapping an arm around Stephen. He pulls the sorcerer close and buries his nose into dark hair, smelling a light trace of…flowers? What the hell was Stephen washing his hair with? Tony wasn't complaining, it smelt nice, but he definitely wasn't expecting flowers.

"Nightmare?" Stephen mumbles sleepily and Tony grunts in response. "Need to cuddle Athena?"

Tony chuckles. "No. Just you. I don't think she'll be real happy cuddling me anyway."

Stephen merely chuckles quietly and Tony falls asleep a little while after the sorcerer dozes off. Hearing him breathe was soothing to his nightmare frayed nerves and it was enough to lull him into a thankfully dreamless sleep. When he awoke again, sunlight was streaming through the windows that he cleverly made so that it would dim the otherwise blinding morning sunlight. Tony also woke to Stephen exiting their bathroom fully dressed for the day and walking over to Valerie's crib. The infant was rubbing her eyes as she yawned cutely, waiting patiently for Stephen to retrieve her for their morning routine.

It still amazed Tony how quiet Valerie was. She hardly cried, and whenever she did, it was for one of two reasons. Either Stephen was off for some Sorcerer Supreme duty or a stranger made her extremely uncomfortable and she wasn't with anyone she trusted. The second very rarely happened. She didn't even cry when she was sick or if she fell and scraped her knee.

Her not crying when she was sick had it's pros and cons, and right now it was a con, because just as Stephen made it over to her crib, Valerie let out a bark like cough that had Tony sitting up in worry. Worry fills Stephen's eyes as he immediately scoops her up and places a shaky hand against her forehead to check her temperature.

"Victor, scan for her temperature and any other abnormalities." The sorcerer commands immediately as Tony gets out of bed to join him.

"She's showing symptoms of croup Doctor. I recommend running a hot shower and standing in the bathroom for her cough." The AI responds.

Stephen rolls his eyes. "I know how to treat croup Victor, but thank you anyway."

"Povero topolina." Tony mumbles as he gently brushes Valerie's hair away from her face. "I wonder how she got it."

"Likely the park." Stephen says as Valerie lays her head against his collarbone and coughs again. "William put her in one of the swings. I thought I had made sure she was washed up afterwards."

"She'll be okay. Her mommy is the best doctor in the world." Tony smiles and kisses Stephen's cheek.

"I was a neurosurgeon Tony, not a pediatrician."

"Oh please, you could be a pediatrician. I've seen you studying every available text in child healthcare because we have six kids and you want to be able to take care of them whenever they get sick. You're already listed as their doctor." Tony scoffs and Stephen blushes.

"You know, I still think Peter's teacher thinks I'm a joke."

"He won't go against any of your notes anymore because he knows I'll sue him if he does. Are you staying up here with her?" Tony asks as he walks over to the bedroom door.

"I'll have to until at least her fever breaks or she can give it to the other kids." Stephen says as he walks over to the bed and sits down. "We'll watch a movie and I'll take her into the bathroom if I need to."

"Breakfast in bed it is." The engineer says as he leaves the room and walks down to the kitchen.

To his surprise, he found Bucky cooking breakfast, and the twins munching on some strawberries at the breakfast counter as they watched.

"What are you two doing up so early?" Tony asks as he heads straight for the coffee machine behind the soldier.

"Just one of those days." Thomas shrugs. "Where's Mom?"

"Upstairs with the baby. Val is sick." He answers as he sets the coffee up and presses the button to start brewing it.

William frowns. "Should I go help?"

"Nope. The baby has croup and Stephen doesn't want anyone else to get it. If you want to help, you can sanitize everything." Tony answers quickly and William actually nods before getting up.

Even Thomas followed. William was always happy to help with Val and bonded with her like Cassie had with Diana, so seeing him get up to sanitize Valerie's toys wasn't a surprise. Thomas on the other hand wasn't as close to the girls, but he probably wanted to help in some way too. Tony watched briefly as they grabbed the things they needed and then cleaned every perceivable thing that the baby could have touched while being careful not to touch themselves until they washed their hands. With William's magic and Thomas's speed, it was done within ten minutes and the boys were washed up by the time Tony was pouring coffee into his mug.

"Want me to put something aside for Mama Bear?" Bucky asks and Tony nods.

"Would you? I did promise him breakfast in bed. Why are you up here anyway?"

"Steve is still on that recovery mission. It got a little too quiet." Bucky says quietly.

"There will be plenty of noise up here soon. Crash on the couch until Capsicle gets home if you want." Tony offers.

"Yeah. Thanks Tony."

The next couple of days passed that way. Tony kept the kids downstairs, and Stephen stayed upstairs with Valerie until her fever broke. The first night had been the worst. The baby woke up multiple times coughing and Stephen got up more than half the time to take her into the bathroom and start a shower so he could stand in the steam with Valerie to help with her cough. Tony took over after the third time because Stephen actually groaned the fourth time Valerie woke up with a whimper and another barking cough. He was exhausted, and thankfully the baby didn't mind being taken care of by her father.

The second night, she only woke up a couple of times and Athena stood with both Stephen and Tony dutifully when they cared for her. The wolf, like Levi, had taken it upon herself to be a self appointed nanny much to the parent's amusement. Levi blanketed a sick child, and Athena alerted Stephen if one of the kids fell ill. The sorcerer already had a sixth sense about that kind of thing, but ever since Athena joined the family, not a single kid (or adult) could get away with lying about their health.

Valerie's fever broke the second day and her cough was nearly gone by the third day when Stephen deemed her well enough to rejoin the family. She was back to her early morning routine with Stephen and Athena, and was eating some cereal puffs in her highchair while Stephen prepared breakfast for not only the wolf but also Flynn. Getting the fox to leave Quill's side long enough to take advantage of the portal to the lake house (for business) had been a chore the first couple of weeks. Athena eventually had to scruff the kit and carry him through to the lake house, teach him what it meant, and then scruff him again to take him back through the portal to the tower for breakfast. Flynn cried and struggled in the wolf's grip the first few days, but when he realized food was part of the deal and that Athena would promptly return him to Quill after breakfast, he stopped fighting.

Now he just chirped sleepily and hung half asleep when Athena scruffed him for the morning routine. When breakfast was devoured, he was either scruffed or walked back to Scott and Quill's floor.

"'thena?" Valerie asks as Stephen sets both bowls on the ground for the animals when they returned. The small portal sitting open by the entryway.

"And Flynn." Stephen says as he washes his hands and starts on a proper breakfast for Valerie.

The baby giggles when Flynn scrambles through the portal to his bowl, practically burying his face in it to eat as Athena came through at a much calmer pace and Stephen closed the portal with a flick of his wrist. She joined Flynn to eat and as soon as they finished, Stephen watched her lead the kit to the door to the stairs and open it with a button Tony had installed for her.

Athena liked to patrol the tower occasionally when the kids weren't all in one area, and it especially came in handy when Flynn glued himself to Quill and came home with him.

"Please tell me you have some coffee going." Quill groans the second he steps off the elevator, dressed in his station outfit.

Stephen wrinkles his nose. "You smell like smoke."

"Gee, wonder why." He snarks as Stephen starts the coffee maker.

"Your leech just went back upstairs."

"Eh, he'll find me." The Celestial sighs as he sits at the breakfast counter. "It'll be a nice two minutes not having him attached to my leg."

Stephen snorted and gave Valerie a bowl of baby cereal and a spoon to feed herself as he started breakfast for everyone else, and true to Quill's estimation, Flynn and Athena came back a couple minutes later. The kit yipped loudly and ran over to Quill, only hesitating briefly when he smelt smoke on the god before jumping up and climbing onto his lap to nuzzle Quill affectionately and obnoxiously.

"Yeah, yeah. Hey buddy. Missed you too. Lay down." Quill grouses and Flynn immediately curls up in his lap.

"At least he's listening more." Stephen observes as Athena lays at her usual place at the end of the counter.

"He's still got a ways to go."

"He'll get there."

"He'll be a little terror the entire time." Quill laughs. "No doubt afterwards too."

"The pet truly reflects the owner." Stephen smirks.

"Hey!"

[razieltwelve]

Helpful Hedgehog (Final Effect)

Nina was five years old, and she’d lost her mother. She wasn’t sure when it had happened, but one moment she’d been holding her mother’s hand, and the next she’d been on her own. As the crowd in the shopping district milled around her, she looked everywhere for her mother. But there were too many people, and she was too small to see over them.

Before she knew it, she was crying. She was scared, and she wanted her mother. If only her friends were here with her, but she was all alone. What if she never found her mother? What if she never got back home? What if��?

A large shape lumbered to a stop in front of her. It was an Imperial hedgehog. The uplifted animal towered over her and everyone else. Nina scrubbed at her cheeks. Her mother had always said that if she was in trouble, she could always ask a hedgehog for help. They were supposed to be really friendly and nice, but she’d never been so close to one before. It was so huge, and she couldn’t help but feel afraid.

“What’s wrong?” the hedgehog asked. His voice through the translator was deep and gruff, and Nina cringed. He could easily crush her just by stepping on her. “Where are your parents?”

“I… I lost my mommy,” Nina cried. “I was holding her hand, but I can’t find her anymore.”

“Is that so?” The hedgehog reached forward, and Nina gasped as he very gently closed one claw around her and lifted her up to sit on him. His quills looked sharp, but they were incredibly soft when she touched them. “I’ll help you find her. What’s your mommy’s name?”

“Her name?” Nina sniffled. “Amy.”

“What’s your last name?” the hedgehog asked. Nina already felt better. From where she was sitting, she could see over everyone in the crowd. She didn’t feel like she was surrounded or about to be pushed over by all the people rushing past.

“Pewter,” Nina said.

“So your mother’s name would be Amy Pewter, right?” the hedgehog looked at something she couldn’t see, and then he began to make his way through the crowd. “I’ll take you to her.”

“You know where she is?” Nina gasped. “But how?”

The hedgehog gave a low, rumbling laugh. “I’m an Imperial hedgehog. Finding people is easy for me. Just sit tight, and you’ll be with your mother again soon.”

Nina clung onto the hedgehog as the crowd parted to let him past. Imperial hedgehogs were very important - her mother had always told her that - so nobody wanted to get in his way. Even if they had, he could easily have pushed past them because of how big and strong he was. Along the way, they passed a war hamster.

The war hamster was just as big as the Imperial hedgehog, and Nina giggled as the Dia-Farron riding on top of the war hamster waved at her.

“What’s the problem?” the Dia-Farron asked.

“I’m taking her back to her mother,” the hedgehog explained. “They were separated in the crowd.”

The war hamster nodded in understanding. “The festival can get pretty crowded.” The hamster moved closer and nudged Nina’s leg with her head. “Don’t worry, kid. You’re in safe hands with a hedgehog.”

“Here.” The Dia-Farron flicked his wrist, and Nina gave a cry of delight as a mechanical bird fluttered over to her. “You can keep that. A festival like this is supposed to be a happy occasion.”

And then the Dia-Farron and his war hamster moved on.

A few minutes later, they stopped in front of a water fountain. Nina gasped. Her mother was there talking to some people in uniforms.

“Mommy!” Nina cried. She would have jumped off the hedgehog, but he wrapped one claw around her and handed her to her mother. “Mommy!”

“Nina!” Her mommy wrapped her arms around her tightly before turning to the hedgehog. “Thank you!” she said. “Thank you! Thank you!”

“It’s all right,” the hedgehog replied. “Helping people is what we do.” The hedgehog nudged Nina with his scout. “Be more careful in the future, Nina, and enjoy the rest of the festival.”

“Wait!” Nina said. “What’s your name?”

The hedgehog grinned and lowered his voice so that only she could hear him. “I’m actually here in disguise, so you should keep this a secret, but my real name is… Lord Hedgeborough.”

She gasped. “Really?” Her mother, who must not have heard, looked at her curiously. “Really?” Everyone knew who Lord Hedgeborough was! He was the empress’s hedgehog!

He nodded. “Yes. I’m here on holiday, but I thought I’d help out. Take care, Nina.”

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Author’s Note

Lord Hedgeborough does take time off from time to time (it’s mandatory), but the times are randomised, and his absence is always concealed through the use of disguise devices, decoys, and the like. Of course, he still helps out, and the planet where he was spending his holiday was having a big festival, and festival organisers are always happy to have an extra hedgehog around.