#my beautiful wife Colette

[mackthecheese]

What if everybody drew Edgar or Sandy or Squeak or Colette because my birthday is this week? (The 27th) What then? That would be pretty cool right?

[mackthecheese]

I can make her worse <333

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TYSM:D here's the full image if you want it^^

[bed-chemist]

ommmmg can u write something with nicolas being a new dad x reader wife 🙏🙏🙏 maybe them visiting his family during a short trip and him being sooooooo daddyyyy 😭😭 after seeing him in those GH pic with this baby …. 🥵😮‍💨 i just need a dad imagines with him since there isn’t any

❝Juno❞

─⋆♡ summary: You’re married to Nicholas Chavez and you bring your newborn baby to meet his grandparents.

─⋆♡ warnings: pregnancy, postpartum depression, fluff, allusions to sex but no smut, Daddy!Nicholas Chavez, Y/N used a few times, 1st person POV. as always i’m always learning so correct me if i missed something!!

─⋆♡ an: based on this ask & shoutout to that person because this was super sweet to write. there’s no public info on his parents and i felt weird looking for it so here’s some Chavez grandparents content. since this may be your introduction to me, i do write in first person, just inserting Y/N. 2nd and 3rd person are absolutely insufferable to me and make me wanna die. with that being said, i’m glad there’s no shortage of those fics on this website. my masterlist is the pinned post on my profile and i hope you all enjoy this imagine! ★ ˙ᵕ˙ liv

The journey to Nicholas’ grandparents’ house is filled with quiet anticipation. We haven’t visited in a while, not since Colette was born. I can’t help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness at the thought of introducing Colette to her great-grandparents, Nick SR and Betty. Nicholas always speaks of them with such affection, often recounting tales from his childhood spent at their cozy home. They were instrumental in raising him, and their influence is deeply ingrained in who he’s become. Now, I’m eager to see how they’ll respond to our little family, especially to me as a new mother.

The sun is high in the sky as we pull into the gravel driveway, which crunches under the tires. The house is a charming, white colonial-style home with flower boxes beneath the windows, bursting with vibrant blooms. It looks like something out of a postcard—quaint and welcoming. Nicholas squeezes my hand as he turns off the car.

“You ready for this?” he asks, his brown eyes twinkling with excitement.

I smile, though my heart races. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” I respond unwilling to let his hand go for the last time.

I eventually gain enough strength to go a second without touching him. We both step out of the car, and I unbuckle Colette from her car seat, carefully lifting her into my arms. She’s dressed in a soft, pastel onesie with tiny flowers embroidered on the front. Her big espresso colored eyes, so much like Nicholas’, blink up at me as she squirms a little in my hold. I kiss her soft forehead, breathing in that sweet baby scent that always seems to calm my nerves.

Before we even reach the front door, it flies open, and Betty appears on the porch. Her face lights up in a radiant smile as she hurries down the steps toward us. She’s a small woman, but she moves with surprising speed and agility, her silver hair tied back in a loose bun.

“There she is! Oh, it’s about time!” Betty exclaims, ignoring Nicholas entirely as she comes straight for me and Colette. Her arms are wide open, and she pulls me into a hug, careful not to crush the baby between us. “You, my darling, look even more beautiful than the last time I saw you. And this precious girl…” Her voice trails off as she gazes at Colette with shining eyes. “Oh, she’s just perfect.”

I laugh softly, returning her hug. “I’ve missed you, Mrs. Betty and thank you.”

Betty steps back, her hands still on my arms, her attention fully on Colette. “No, thank you! You brought another little angel into our family,” she says, her voice thick with emotion. “You’ve made me the happiest great-grandmother.”

Nicholas, standing off to the side, grins as he watches the scene unfold. “Hey, Grandma,” he chimes in, clearly amused. “Good to see you too.”

Betty waves a hand in his direction without even glancing his way. “Yes, yes, Nicholas. We’ll get to you in a minute.” Her eyes shimmer as she reaches out to gently stroke Colette’s chubby cheek. “She’s absolutely precious,” she coos. “She looks just like Nicholas did when he was a baby.”

Just then, Nicholas’ grandfather steps out onto the porch, his tall frame casting a shadow as he approaches us. His blue eyes light up when he sees me holding Colette. “Well, if it isn’t our favorite girl,” he says with a warm grin, pulling me into a quick hug before peering down at Colette. “And look at this—another beauty in the family. You’ve done well,” he adds, giving Nicholas a nod of approval before clapping him on the shoulder.

“Well she is 50% of me so…” Nicholas’s twinge of jealousy for his favorite girls peeks out.

“Oh, hush, Nicholas,” Betty replies, waving a hand at him dismissively before turning to me again. “Come on, dear, let’s get you inside. You must be exhausted after the drive. And you must let me hold this precious girl as soon as you’re settled.”

Inside the house, the smell of freshly baked bread wafts through the air, mingling with the scent of herbs and flowers. The living room is cozy and welcoming, filled with family photos and knick-knacks that speak of years of love and memories. There are pictures of Nick as a little boy, his brother, and even one of us on our wedding day.

Betty leads us to the couch, offering to take Colette for a little while so I can rest. “She’s such a calm baby,” Betty remarks as she cradles Colette in her arms. “I remember Nicholas being a little firecracker at this age—always kicking and fussing. But you, my dear, are an angel, aren’t you?” she coos, her voice full of love as Colette blinks up at her.

Nick Sr. settles into an armchair nearby, watching with a contented smile. “Betty’s right,” he says, his voice warm. “Nick was a handful. Always running around and getting into trouble. I don’t know how we managed to keep up with him.”

Nicholas chuckles, settling beside me on the couch and wrapping an arm around my shoulders. “Yeah, I’ve heard those stories a few times.”

“I bet you have,” Betty says, her eyes twinkling. “But look at you now—such a wonderful father and husband. We’re so proud of you.”

My heart swells at their words, and I feel a wave of gratitude wash over me. It’s clear how much they love Nicholas and how deeply they cherish their family. Their affection extends to me as well, making me feel welcomed in a way that eases the nervousness I had felt earlier.

Betty carefully passes Colette back to me, and I can’t help but notice how her eyes linger on us—on the way I hold my daughter, the way Colette nuzzles into me. After a moment, she glances at Nick Sr., sharing a look that seems to speak volumes.

“Oh, I almost forgot!” Betty says suddenly, rising from her seat with a bright smile. “We have something to show you.”

She disappears into another room, returning moments later with a large, leather-bound photo album. She hands it to Nicholas with a wide grin. “These are pictures of you when you were about Colette’s age. I thought it’d be fun to compare.”

Nicholas takes the album and begins flipping through the pages, his eyes lighting up as he sees the photos. “Oh wow,” he says, pointing to a picture of himself as a baby, bundled in a blanket. “Look at that, she really does look like me.”

I lean over to see the photo, and sure enough, the resemblance is striking. Colette has inherited her father’s dark hair and expressive eyes, and there’s something about the way she smiles that’s undeniably Nicholas Chavez.

Betty beams. “She’s got that same spark in her eyes that you had. And those cheeks! I could pinch them all day.”

I can’t help but smile as Nicholas flips through more photos—Nicholas as a toddler, covered in mud from head to toe; Nicholas on his first day of school, looking serious and determined; Nicholas holding a toy sword, pretending to be a knight. It’s clear that his grandparents were there for all of it, capturing every moment with care.

“Look at this one,” Nicholas says, laughing as he holds up a picture of himself as a toddler, sitting in a high chair with spaghetti sauce smeared all over his face.

Betty chuckles. “You loved spaghetti. Still do, if I remember correctly.”

As we continue to flip through the album, Betty excuses herself and motions for me to follow her into the kitchen. I hesitate for a moment, unsure of what she wants to talk about, but her kind smile reassures me.

Once we’re alone, she turns to me, her expression soft and full of understanding. “I just wanted to tell you that you’re doing a wonderful job, Y/N,” she says, her voice gentle. “Being a new mom is hard, and it can feel overwhelming sometimes. But from what I’ve seen, you’re handling it beautifully.”

I feel a lump form in my throat at her words, the unexpected kindness bringing a surge of emotion. “Thank you,” I say quietly. “It’s been… challenging at times. I have moments where I wonder if I’m doing it right.”

Betty reaches out and takes my hand, squeezing it gently. “Those moments of doubt are normal. Every mother feels them. But you have such a natural way with Colette. She feels safe and loved with you—that’s the most important thing.”

I nod, blinking back tears. “It’s just… sometimes I feel like I should be able to do more. I get so tired, and Nick’s been amazing, but…” I trail off, stopping myself from revealing my biggest insecurities.

Betty’s eyes soften even more. “It’s okay to ask for help, dear. You don’t have to do it all on your own. If you ever need anything—advice, a break, someone to talk to—you can always come to me. I’m here for you, and so is Nicholas. We’re all family now,” she offers.

Her words wrap around me like a comforting embrace, and for the first time in a while, I feel a sense of relief. “Thank you,” I whisper, grateful beyond words.

Betty smiles and gives my hand another gentle squeeze. “You’re doing wonderfully. Just remember to take care of yourself too, okay?”

I nod, my heart swelling with appreciation for this woman who has welcomed me into her family with open arms. As we walk back into the living room, I feel lighter, the weight of my doubts lifting just a little.

Nicholas looks up as we enter, his eyes softening as they meet mine. “Everything okay?” he asks, his brow furrowing slightly in concern.

I smile, feeling a warmth spread through me. “Yeah,” I say softly. “Everything’s perfect.”

As the afternoon fades into evening, Betty leans forward with a warm smile, her hands clasped in her lap. “It’s been so wonderful having you all here today,” she says, her eyes soft as she looks between Nicholas, me, and Colette. “Why don’t you stay the night? It’s been far too long since we’ve had a full house, and we’d love the chance to spend more time with you.”

Nicholas turns to me, his voice gentle as he asks, “What do you think? We don’t have anywhere to rush off to, and it would give me a break from driving back tonight.”

I hesitate for a moment, weighing the offer. I think about Colette’s bedtime routine, the packed bags in the car, and my own exhaustion. But as I glance around at the warmth of the house, Nick’s grandparents’ eager faces, and the calmness that seems to settle over everything, I feel myself relax. It’s been a long time since we’ve had a change of scenery, and the idea of spending more time here—surrounded by family—sounds like exactly what I need.

“That sounds wonderful,” I say, smiling at Betty. “Thank you. We’d love to stay.”

Betty’s face lights up, and Nick Sr. nods with a wide grin. “Perfect,” he says. “We’ve got the guest room ready, and I can set up the bassinet in the guest room next to it. It’ll be like old times, having a little one in the house again.”

Betty stands, already making her way toward the kitchen. “I’ll put some tea on for later. You two make yourselves at home.”

Nicholas squeezes my hand, a smile spreading across his face. “See? It’s going to be a nice, quiet night—just us, Colette, and the best grandparents ever.”

The evening unfolds comfortably from there. Betty and Nick Sr. share stories about Nick’s childhood over cups of tea, their voices light with laughter and nostalgia. As the night deepens, we finally make our way to the guest room. It’s cozy and inviting, with a soft bedspread, and warm lighting.

Colette falls asleep easily after nursing, making for an easy bedtime routine. Nicholas and I kiss her on the forehead goodnight once we’ve got her situated in the bassinet. We separate briefly to prep for bed and when I’m finished, I crack open the door to the en-suite bathroom.

Nicholas looks up from a script, setting it to the side of the bedside table. My feet patter over to him and he pulls back the duvet for me to climb in. “I’m so tired,” I note as I slide between the sheets.

He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to his body. “I know, baby. Maybe my grandparents will watch her in the morning so we can sleep in,” he theorizes lowly, but I can still feel the bass of his voice rumbling from his chest into my back.

I sigh, letting my eyes flutter closed. It’s been an emotional day, and I’m ready for sleep. “It’s okay if they can’t. I love you,” I whisper.

“I love you too, Y/N,” he breathes out with his lips kissing my ear one last time.

My body lets me drift into sleep, hearing nothing but Nicholas’ breathing and the faint sound of crickets outside. But that peace is eventually interrupted by the familiar sound of Colette’s soft cry filling the quiet room.

I blink awake, momentarily disoriented, unsure of where I am. The dimly lit room feels unfamiliar, and for a brief, groggy moment, I can’t remember how we ended up here. But then the memories come rushing back—the visit to Nick’s grandparents, Betty’s kind words, the warmth of the evening.

With a heavy sigh, I sit up in bed, my body aching with fatigue. I haven’t gotten nearly enough sleep, and Colette’s cries, though soft, feel like they’re pulling me out of the little bit of rest I’ve managed. The sheets feel cold, and for the first time tonight, I realize Nick’s arms aren’t wrapped around me as they usually are.

The bed dips beneath me, and I hear the soft thud of feet padding across the floor. “Shit,” Nicholas mutters under his breath as he comes into view. I lift my head, watching him groggily fumble with the baby monitor to turn down the volume.

His chocolate tinted eyes meet mine in the dimly lit room, his face softened with a sleepy smile. “I got it, baby. Go back to sleep,” he murmurs, his voice thick and gravelly.

I don’t resist as my head falls back onto the pillow. Nicholas tucks the duvet around my shoulders, his touch warm and reassuring, and leans down to kiss my forehead before slipping out of the room.

As my eyes flutter shut once again, I can’t help but feel immense gratitude for him—for understanding, for seeing me. Nicholas has always been an amazing partner, but since Colette was born, something has deepened. Maybe it's the way he’s embraced fatherhood, those tender daddy traits emerging in him day by day.

I don’t know how long I drift in and out of sleep before the bed dips once more. This time, I turn over to face Nicholas, only to find him kneeling on top of the duvet, cradling Colette in his arms. He gently rocks her, and his brown eyes, full of apology, meet mine. “I'm sorry, babe,” he says softly. “She’s hungry, and I checked the fridge and my Grandma must’ve given her the rest. We’re out of pumped milk,” he gives his valid reason for disturbing me.

With a tired sigh, I push myself up, scooting back against the headboard. “It’s okay,” I reply, motioning for Nicholas to hand Colette to me. “It’s not your fault I don’t pump fast enough for her.”

Nicholas shifts closer, still kneeling, his eyes warm with reassurance. “It’s not your fault either, baby girl,” he says tenderly. “You’re doing everything right. She’s just got my appetite, that’s all.”

Nick’s words bring a smile to my face as I take our little girl in my arms, feeling the love and support that radiates from him. Colette’s small body relaxes the moment she’s nestled in my arms, and I adjust my position to help her latch on. Instinctively, her tiny mouth finds its way, and I feel that familiar pull as she begins to nurse. The room is quiet now, save for the soft sounds of her feeding and the gentle rustle of the duvet as Nicholas shifts beside me, sitting back in his spot where he just laid.

The weight of exhaustion still presses heavily on my body, but there's something calming about this moment—something intimate and grounding. Colette’s little hand rests against my skin, her tiny fingers curling and uncurling as she nurses. Despite the tiredness, I feel a sense of peace wash over me.

Nicholas watches us, his expression soft and filled with admiration. He reaches out, brushing a strand of hair away from my face, his touch tender. "You’re amazing, you know that?" he whispers, his voice barely more than a breath in the dark.

I smile faintly, my heart swelling at his words, but before I can respond, he continues, his eyes never leaving mine. "I don’t tell you enough how much I love you... both of you." His gaze flickers to Colette, his eyes warm and full of adoration. "Watching you with her... seeing how strong you are, how much you give every day. You’ve made me the luckiest man in the world, Y/N."

His words sink into me, wrapping around my heart like a warm blanket. The weight of my earlier guilt begins to lift, replaced by the quiet assurance that I’m not alone in this. We’re a team, navigating the highs and lows together.

"I love you too," I murmur, my voice thick with emotion as I glance down at Colette, her soft breaths steady against me. "And I’m so grateful for you. I couldn’t do this without you."

Nicholas leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead, lingering for a moment as if sealing the promise of his words. "You’re the best mom, you know that? And she’s lucky to have you," he murmurs, his lips brushing against my skin.

I close my eyes, soaking in the warmth of his presence and feeling the steady rhythm of Colette’s nursing. In this moment, the exhaustion, the doubts, and the guilt of my postpartum depression fade into the background, leaving only the love we share—the love that brought Colette into our lives.

Nicholas settles back into bed beside me, his hand resting gently on my leg, a silent reminder that we’re in this together. And as Colette’s soft suckling continues, I let myself fully relax.

Once Colette finishes nursing, her tiny body grows limp in my arms, signaling she’s drifted back to sleep. I carefully adjust her, cradling her small frame against my chest. Nicholas is still sitting beside me, his hand never leaving my leg, his eyes filled with the kind of tenderness that makes my heart swell.

“Do you want me to take her?” Nicholas asks softly, his voice barely louder than a whisper.

I nod, and with practiced gentleness, he scoops her up and places her between us on the bed. Colette barely stirs, her little hands curling up by her face as she nestles into the space between us. The sight of her lying there, so peaceful and content, brings a soft smile to my lips. My body involuntarily slides down and I stoke her cheek with the back of my finger.

Nick lays down with his head propped up in one arm, the other sliding around me. But as I gaze at Colette sleeping peacefully between us, a small wave of anxiety creeps in. What if we roll over onto her during the night? My breath hitches slightly, and I turn my head toward him.

Nicholas immediately senses my concern and shifts closer, his hand coming to rest gently on my cheek. "Hey, don't worry," he says softly, his voice reassuring. "I’ve got her. We’ve got her. I won’t let anything happen." His thumb brushes against my skin as he speaks, his gaze steady and full of calm. "I’ve read up on this, remember? She’s safe with us. We’re light sleepers, and we’re both hyper-aware she’s here. I’ll make sure we’re careful."

I nod, though the worry still lingers. Nicholas leans in closer, his breath warm against my ear. "You won’t roll over on her. I won’t either. Trust me, baby. And if you’re still worried, I can take her back to the bassinet,” he assures me.

I glance down at Colette, her tiny chest rising and falling, completely at ease between us. There’s something comforting about her being so close, something I don’t want to give up. "No," I say softly, shaking my head. "I want her here with us. I just... I get nervous sometimes,” I admit to him, the concerns laced with my postpartum depression symptoms.

"I know," he murmurs. "But you’re not alone in this. We’re doing it together, okay? She’s safe. We’ll keep her safe,” he promises.

His warmth and the calm assurance in his voice help to ease the anxiety a little, and I let out a slow breath. I snuggle closer to him, nestling my head in the crook of his neck. "Thank you," I whisper.

Nicholas kisses the top of my head, his hand stroking Colette’s tiny arm before returning it to my waist. “I used to dream about this,” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. “You, me, and a baby… just lying here like this, all together.” His eyes shine in the dim light, filled with a quiet wonder. “I’d imagine what it would feel like, how perfect it would be. But this... this is even better than I imagined.”

His words sink deep into my chest, filling me with warmth. I glance down at Colette, her chest rising and falling steadily between us, and I feel a wave of contentment wash over me. “I’m glad too. It’s everything I didn’t know I needed,” I whisper back.

Nick’s thumb rubs gentle circles over the exposed skin on my side, and for a while, we lie there in comfortable silence, both of us watching Colette sleep. I feel the weight of his arm around me, the warmth of his body, and I can’t help but think about our future—about the life we’re building together.

After a while, I glance up at Nick, my voice soft but curious. “Do you ever think about… having another one? Another baby, I mean.”

His reaction is immediate. His brown eyes light up, the glint of excitement undeniable. He grins, that boyish, playful smile I fell in love with, and there’s no hesitation in his voice. “Oh, absolutely. I thought one of you was cute, but two though? Didn’t think I could handle it. But now that I’ve experienced it, I want three of you as soon as possible,” he rambles.

I laugh softly, both amused and surprised by his enthusiasm. “Three of us, huh?” I ask to clarify he’s not drunk on love.

“Yeah, babe,” he says, his hand moving to stroke Colette’s tiny hand before trailing over my arm. “We could start trying as soon as possible. I mean, why wait? We make great babies together,” he jokes and I stifle a laugh to not wake up our sleeping child.

His grin turns mischievous as he leans in closer, his voice dropping a little lower. “We could even try out some freaky positions this time… you know, spice things up.”

I roll my eyes playfully, shaking my head at him, though my heart flutters at his words. “That’s all you, God bless your dad’s genetics,” I tease, eyeing him with a smirk.

Nicholas chuckles, clearly enjoying my response, but there’s a seriousness in his eyes too—a real desire to keep building this life together. “I’m serious though,” he murmurs, his hand moving to rest on my waist. “I want more of this. More of us. I want a whole bunch of mini versions of you running around, driving me crazy in the best way.”

His words hit me in a way I wasn’t expecting, and I feel a flush of warmth spread through me. I lean closer, letting my fingers trace over his arm. “You’re really ready for another one, huh?”

Nick’s gaze locks with mine, intense but full of love. “Yeah, Y/N. I don’t just want another one. I want a whole football team of kids with you. As soon as you’re ready,” he says firmly.

I bite my lip, considering his words, feeling the quiet excitement bubbling up inside me. “I might just let you lock me down tonight,” I tease, my voice soft but playful.

His eyes darken slightly, that same spark of mischief flickering in them. “Oh, baby, don’t tempt me,” he murmurs, leaning in to press a lingering kiss against my lips.

I pull back slightly, laughing against his mouth. “Let’s not rush it,” I whisper, even though my hormones are raging at the thought. “But... I do love the idea of growing our little family,” I add to soften the blow of sex denial.

Nicholas grins again, his arm pulling me closer as Colette sleeps peacefully between us. “Then let’s make it happen,” he says softly. “One more baby… and then another after that, we can talk again. I just know I want it all with you. Every first word and every first day of school, my love.”

I smile, resting my head on his shoulder, letting the warmth of his words and the future he envisions wash over me. “One step at a time,” I murmur, though the idea is already taking root in my mind, the thought of more little ones filling our home with love.

As we lay there, cuddling around Colette, the future feels wide open—and incredibly full of promise. The room is quiet, the soft hum of the night surrounding us, and as we lay there, I feel the steady rise and fall of Nick’s chest beneath my palms.

“Goodnight, baby,” he whispers, his lips brushing against my ear. I smile softly, my body already succumbing to sleep as I whisper back,

“Goodnight, Nicholas. I love you,” I murmur, never getting tired of reminding him.

“I love you too,” he replies, his voice full of warmth and certainty. “Both of my girls.”

With that, the last thing I feel is the warmth of his body, the steady rhythm of Colette’s breathing between us, and the overwhelming sense of love that wraps around the three of us, pulling us into the soft cocoon of sleep.

The next time I stir awake, it’s to the feeling of the sun shining on my face. Nicholas’ familiar presence is next to me, his body relaxed as he leans back against the headboard. I can feel the steady rhythm of his breathing, the slight rustle of pages as he quietly reads. For a moment, I let myself enjoy the comfort of having him close.

But something is wrong.

I don’t feel Colette.

The tiny body that was nestled between us is gone, and in an instant, a wave of cold panic floods my chest. My breath catches, and my heart starts to pound, my worst fear bubbling to the surface. Oh God, did I roll over her? Did we…?

My eyes snap open, and I sit up abruptly, frantically scanning the bed. My hands reach out, patting the mattress in blind desperation as my breath quickens. Where is she? My mind spirals into worst-case scenarios, and my pulse races faster with each second I can’t find her.

Nicholas looks up from his script, his brow furrowing as he notices my panic. “Y/N, baby, what’s wrong?” His voice is calm, but I can hear the concern lacing his words.

“Colette,” I breathe, my voice barely a whisper as the fear clutches at me. “She’s not here, Nick. I—where is she?”

Nicholas immediately places his script aside and sits up, reaching for me. His hands find my shoulders, grounding me. “Babe, she’s fine,” he says gently, his voice steady, though I can see the alarm in his eyes as he realizes why I’m panicking. “Grandma has her. She came in earlier to take her so you could rest. She’s with her now, probably showing her off to her knitting group. Everything’s okay.”

I stare at Nicholas, the rush of adrenaline still coursing through me, but the words slowly sink in. Colette isn’t in danger. She’s not here because Betty took her.

I let out a shaky breath, pressing a hand to my chest as the fear begins to ebb away. “I thought… I woke up and she wasn’t there. I thought we—” My voice falters, not even wanting to finish the thought.

Nicholas pulls me into his arms, holding me close. “I know. I’m sorry. I should’ve woken you to tell you, but you looked so peaceful, and I didn’t want to disturb you,” he apologizes profusely.

I nod against Nick’s chest, the tension finally loosening from my body as I cling to him. “I just… that’s what I’ve been afraid of, rolling over her in our sleep,” I admit.

“I know,” Nicholas murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “But I would never let that happen. I swear that to you,” he adds.

I take a deep breath, letting the warmth of his embrace steady me. My pulse slows down, and the overwhelming panic that had gripped me starts to dissipate, leaving me feeling drained. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have freaked out.”

“You don’t have to apologize, Y/N,” Nicholas says, his hand gently stroking my back. “You’re a mom. It’s normal to worry, but I’ve got you. I’ve got both of you.”

I pull back slightly, meeting his eyes that are full of understanding. “Thank you,” I whisper, my voice still shaky but filled with gratitude.

Nicholas smiles softly, brushing a stray strand of hair behind my ear. “Get some more rest, okay? Grandma’s got Colette covered.”

I nod, feeling the last remnants of panic finally fade. I glance at his script beside him and give a tired smile. “You’re memorizing lines this early?” I pry.

He chuckles. “Just passing the time until you woke up. But you come first,” he vows.

I sink back into the pillows, the warmth of Nicholas beside me a comforting presence now that the fear has passed. As I close my eyes, the world feels right again. Colette is safe, Nicholas is here, and I let myself relax fully for the first time since waking up. The panic has faded into the background, leaving only the steady hum of reassurance from my husband beside me.

[emeritusemeritus]

Beloved, Besotted, Betrothed. [Fred Weasley x Reader]

Title: Beloved, Besotted, Betrothed.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader.

Timeline: {DH1} set during Bill and Fleur’s wedding. No mentions of War or Voldy.

Summary: Weddings always bring out the best in people, but you hadn’t expected it to bring out something else entirely within Fred.

Warnings: SMUT. P in v sex, oral sex both male and female receiving, Role-play, illusions to choking, Fred has a wife kink? Innocence kink. Strong cursing. Mentions that reader has curves and large breasts. Established relationship. Talk of marriage.

"Oh Molly you look beautiful," you say as you step into the kitchen, seeing your boyfriend's mum all dolled up ready for her eldest son's wedding. You had been upstairs getting ready with the bride and the rest of the bridesmaids, finishing your hair and makeup when you remembered that Fleur's fascinator was still in the box on the kitchen table.

The men had been tasked with setting up the marquee outside and had been essentially banished from the house as the women got ready, with strict warnings from Molly to not mess about, those warnings no doubt pointedly aimed at Fred and George.

"Oh thank you dear," she says blushing as she fusses with a piece of her hair, flustered by the compliment.

She was wearing a long green and turquoise patterned dress with flowing sleeves, a little satin waistband and a ruffled pattern on her right shoulder that resembled a flower. Her signature red hair had been curled with one section pinned back and decorated with a beautiful antique hair brooch and her makeup complimented her look perfectly.

"It's so nice to be all dressed up," she giggles as she waved her wand slightly, the plates of food on the counter becoming magically wrapped by a covering to keep the food fresh. You smile at her, nodding your head to agree as you spot the box from the table, choosing to spend a little time with Molly before retreating back upstairs.

"I wish it were you and Fred getting married today," she says with a sigh, looking out the window towards the Weasley men, and Harry, who are all trying to erect the tent. Your chest swells as you spot Fred looking so handsome in his suit, minus the blazer jacket, his golden waistcoat glimmering in the sun as he concentrates on the spot he's lifting with his wand.

"Molly," you playfully scold, knowing exactly what she meant by that. She gives you a little look where she pretends to be contrite for just a moment before scrunching her nose up and shrugging.

Fleur was not her first choice of daughter in law as she'd admitted to you more than once that she found her bossy and rude and had questioned the longevity of their relationship as she believed they were rushing into things, that the physical attraction between them was the most prominent reason why they were together.

Truthfully, you quite liked Fleur. She could be a little off handed with some of her comments, a little too quick to say what she thought rather than consider the effect of her words but you always thought it could be because of her having to mentally translate before speaking English. You couldn't deny that she had not made clever moves to try and impress Mr and Mrs Weasley and had inadvertently criticised their home, the family and Molly's favourite singer, Celestina Warbeck, all in the same sentence. If you hadn't been so protective of the Weasley family, you'd probably had actually found it impressive that she'd managed to offend nearly everyone in the household in less than two minutes.

You'd met during your sixth year at Hogwarts when the triwizard tournament had taken place and had become good friends with her and two of her Beauxton schoolmates Colette and Clemence, both of whom were also bridesmaids.

"I'm just saying," Molly says with a little knowing smirk. "I can't wait to have you as my daughter."

"Then you'll have to talk to your son," you quipped, casting one last look back outside to where the men were still trying to get the tent up straight, seeing even from afar that Fred's tongue had slipped out to rest in his bottom lip, something he did when he was concentrating hard.

"Believe me I will," she says with a smile, reaching out to pat your shoulder before walking over to the sink to busy herself.

You grab the box with Fleur's fascinator in and return back upstairs to finish getting the bride ready. Once Fleur was ready, you quickly changed into your bridesmaid's dress, each of you helping zip the others up before smoothing out your curled hair in front of the mirror.

The dress was a beautiful grey silk with a blue undertone that clung to every one of your curves, perfectly tailored to your body. Each dress was just slightly different but all had the same structure and little cape over the shoulders that was reminiscent of their Beauxbaton school uniform, a little ode to their magical roots.

"Fred will die when he sees you in that," Colette says as she appears behind you in the mirror, a smile tugging at her glossy lips as she looks at you. Her accent never failed to make you smile, hearing her try to pronounce 'Fred' in such a thick, French accent was always a little humorous to you.

"Oh hush," you say, casting one last glance at your body, smoothing out any lines in the silk.

You had to admit that you did feel incredibly sexy in the dress, though it was still modest in principle, it definitely showcased your features splendidly. Your breasts were considerably fuller than the other girls who all had slim figures and small breasts whereas you had a more hourglass figure that was openly showcased in the dress, something you knew Fred would enjoy greatly. You'd had to make adjustments to the cups of the dress multiple times in fittings as your breasts didn't fit in the same style as the others and so with a little ingenuity from the tailors, they'd adapted your dress to hold your chest a little better.

You checked the time and saw that there was still half an hour to go before the ceremony was due to begin and so you began to clear away the makeup and beauty stuff that littered the room.

Fleur's mother knocked on the door a little while later and you decided to leave them for a private moment, just Fleur, Gabrielle and their mother.

You passed Ginny as you walked down the stairs, seeing her eyebrows shoot up as she looked at you. Ginny had not been a bridesmaid, on account of her dislike for the bride. Bill hadn't been offended and truthfully neither had Fleur but you still felt a bit of guilt at being a bridesmaid at her own brothers wedding when she wasn't.

"Has Fred seen you yet?" She asks, walking in her dressing gown towards her room.

"No? Hello by the way," you replied, a little confused by her smirk but instead of replying she simply giggled and slipped through the door of her bedroom.

You hadn't expected to see anyone except Molly downstairs, knowing that the boys had been banished, but when you reached the kitchen it wasn't Molly that you saw leaning against the counter. Fred.

He was facing away from you, reading the paper from what you could see, his hip resting on the counter as he leaned down, looking devastatingly handsome, even from behind.

"What do you think?" You asked quietly, creeping into the kitchen. You didn't miss his little jump of surprise, which made you bite back a smile as he turned towards you, smirking already as it he was already planning a snarky reply.

The second he turned and saw you, his mouth opened on its own accord, jaw dropping, seeing him freeze as he openly gawked at you. You had to bite back a laugh at his reaction, seeing that it was even better than you'd hoped.

"I," he began to say before clearing his throat, his fingers doing an involuntary dance at his sides as his eyes take over you, before fixing his gaze to your breasts. "I think it's illegal to look hotter than the bride on her wedding day."

You laugh and watch as he seems to bounce back to usual, though his gaze linger a little longer on your curves before he reaches out to you. You place your hand in his and he pulls you gently towards him, delicately placing his arms around you as to not crease your dress.

"Ah, lipstick," you say, pulling away from him as he tries to kiss you, making him frown and pout at your denial of a kiss. "I promise you can mess it up after the ceremony." His eyes a little as he shoots a wicked smirk at you, his hands wandering over the soft fabric of your dress, running his hands over the curve of your waist.

"You look so beautiful," he says, smiling down at you. Even with your heels, he still towers over you with his height.

"And you look very handsome," you replied, reaching up to push his hair back from his face as you smile at each other.

"Well don't you look nice," George says, interrupting your moment, walking in with his bandage wrapped tightly around his head.

You turn and smile at him as Fred grumbles under his breath for his twin ruining the moment.

"How are you feeling Georgie?" You ask, looking at him with concern, even though it had been nearly five days since he received the unfortunate curse, you were still worried about his pain levels and him in general.

"Stable enough to walk down the aisle with you," he winks, earning another grumble from Fred. He'd been overwhelmingly annoyed at not being able to walk with you down the aisle even though he was also a groomsman but Molly had insisted on the fact, knowing it was both tradition and superstition that unmarried couples should never walk down the aisle together. Fred had instead been paired with Gabrielle, Fleur's younger sister, whilst you were paired with George, a rather unfair deal he had stated.

"I better get back," you said, your gaze flickering to the stairs, knowing that you needed to get Fleur ready for the ceremony.

"I love you," Fred says, a surprisingly sentimental tone to his voice that made you pause, his hand now holding yours as he looks at you with an intensity that makes your breath catch in your throat.

"I love you more," you say teasingly, slowly pulling away from him as you climb the stairs once more to help the bride.

The ceremony was beautiful and the newlyweds looked utterly joyful and in love, with smiles all around. You could feel Fred's eyes on you at multiple times during the ceremony and each time without fail he would either wink at you or smile sarcastically sweetly, trying to break up the formality of the situation.

At the reception, you'd been carrying out your role as bridesmaid flawlessly, helping with gifts, chatting to guests and even helping Fleur go to the toilet in her elaborate, poofy dress. When you returned to the marquee, you could see Fred and Molly chatting in the corner and so you took a seat next to George at the table, resting your head on his shoulder as the early morning and demand of the day began catching up with you.

"Tired, maid of the bride?" George joked as he shifted down a little in his seat so that you would be able to rest your head on his shoulder without straining. You simply nodded in reply, closing your eyes for just a moment before opening them and looking around the room at everyone you loved, all of whom enjoying themselves.

"Mind if I steal my girl?" A familiar voice asks from behind you and you can't help but smile as you lift your head from George's shoulder and look up to find Fred with his hand outstretched, ready to steal you away. You place your hand in his and he leads you to the dance floor as a slow song begins to play.

"This is familiar, eh princess?" He smirks, taking your waist in his other hand as he pulls you close. "I thought nothing would ever top your Yule ball dress but you always manage to surprise me." You smile up at him and can't help but study his gorgeous features, feeling like the luckiest woman in the world in that moment. Memories of the Yule ball danced in your mind, Fred's long hair, your glittering dress and the fun you had that night making a smile erupt on your face.

"You know, when we get married I hope there's none of this crap," he says, looking around at the slightly overdone decorations, curtesy of Fleur's imagination and her father's wallet.

"When?" You asked, a little teasing smile tugging at your lips, "that's a little presumptuous don't you think Weasley?" He smirks, spinning you gently in his arms before pulling you back into his chest, holding you even closer.

"Princess I've been calling you my future wife since the moment we first met, ask George," he chuckles slightly, still rocking you in his arms. "There's no one else I would ever want to call my wife."

You smiled up at him and reached up to press a kiss to his lips in the middle of the dance floor, not caring once bit about the mass of people around you. He kisses you back immediately, also unfazed by the people around you as you sink completely into the moment, just the feel of Fred around you and the sound of the music in the background.

"Have I told you how beautiful you look?" He says dreamily, his hand stroking the spot on your waist where it resides.

"Not in the last hour," you tease with a smile.

"Then I must apologise, a woman as beautiful as you deserves to be told constantly."

"I think you're drunk," you say with a blush at his words and he chuckles whilst shaking his head.

"Just in love," he replies giving you a look of utter adoration that takes your breath away.

You dance for a little while with Fred before George steals you away for a dance, then Bill and then Arthur. You laugh as Arthur twirls you around, seeing Fred doing the same to Ginny not too far away from you. You'd never felt more loved and included than you did in that moment, feeling like a Weasley already. Fred eventually steals you back from his dad as a more rambunctious song comes on and you dance wildly around the dance floor between both the twins, no longer caring about holding your composure or ruining your dress as you fling your arms about, jumping around with the younger guests.

You couldn't help but tease Fred as the night carries on, dancing a little more provocatively as the upbeat music continues, swinging your hips as you dance. You lightly grind against him acting as if it was an accident at first but he soon realises exactly what you're doing, his hands coming up to grip your hips hard as he stands behind you and leans down to talk in your ear so you'd hear him over the music.

"I know what you're doing princess," he says breathily in your ear, pressing his crotch tightly to your backside. Apparently your little deviant plan was working as you felt his semi-excited member pressed against you which made you smirk.

You soon around and Fred immediately places his arms around you, caging you into his body.

"Want to sneak away?" You said quietly with a little devilish smirk as you flirt with him, "you know, I won't be able to get out of this dress all by myself."

"Let's go princess," he says with a little smirk, patting your bum twice before taking your hand and leading you out of the tent back towards the house. You looked around you, checking that no one was watching but it all truthfulness you couldn't care less.

The house was still deserted when you entered, with all the other family members and guests still partying outside. Fred stopped at the base of the stairs as you began to bunch up the bottom of your dress to climb the mountain of stairs and suddenly lurched at you, picking you up bridal style earning a little surprised squeak from you and a chuckle from him.

He attempted to kiss you whilst you were in his arms and ascending the stairs but you quickly put an end to it, knowing that he'd most likely bang your head on one of the many wooden banisters or worse due to being distracted. As soon as you stepped through the door to his and George's room, he slammed the door shut with his leg, still carrying you as he went to throw you on the bed, briefly muttering a silencing charm before he turns his attention back to you. He wasted no time and crawled on top of you, pausing only briefly to take in the sight of you all dressed up and sprawled out on his bed before he captured you in a delicious kiss.

The kiss deepened immediately with Fred's tongue swiping at your lip, his hands already running over your curves, teasing both himself and you as he puts off touching you in the places you desperately want him to. His kisses begin to extend down your neck, towards your collarbones as you heave out a calming breath, already feeling wonderfully overwhelmed by the sensations. He kisses over your clothes breasts and a flick switches in you, needing to feel his lips everywhere without obstruction. He apparently feels exactly the same and begins fumbling at the little zipper on the side of the dress.

You untie the little cape and let that open wide, waiting for Fred to do the last little clasp which you knew he'd enjoy. You reach for his hand and pull it towards the little clasp in between your breasts which he opens in no time, watching as your naked breasts spill out of the dress, not having been able to wear a bra all day. He curses under his breath as he looks at your bare breasts and you take the time to slide the rest of the fabric down your torso so that you're left in just your lace panties.

"Godric you're beautiful," he says more to himself than anything as he looks over your body before his gaze flicks up to you and he smiles before diving it for another kiss. His hand that he isn't bearing weight on comes up to massage and toy with your breasts and you can't help but run your fingers through his hair, trying to get his mouth where you want it. He senses what you want and immediately begins feasting on your tits, licking and sucking as your sensitive nipples which had you gasping and writhing almost immediately.

You begin pulling as his collar, desperate to get him naked too as you push him, flipping him over so that he was lay flat on the bed. You crawl to straddle him and you don't miss the glimmer in his eyes as your almost naked body climbs over his, breasts swaying as you begin to suck at his neck, making him moan.

You pop open the buttons on his collar, pulling off his tie and open up each individual button, placing a kiss on the newly exposed skin as you make your way down his torso, thankful that he'd taken off his jacket and waistcoat earlier in the night. You almost ripped the shirt off him as soon as the last button was done and you ran your fingers over his gorgeous chest and shoulders, running down his stomach until you reached his little happy trail.

You moved down on the bed so that you were face to face with his crotch and began opening the fastenings of his trousers, pulling them over his hips and down his legs, leaving him in just his boxers, the outline of his impressive length clearly visible. You placed a kiss to his cock through his underwear and heard him groan, knowing he was watching your every move.

You looked up at him and saw his intense gaze, making you smirk as you tugged at the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down, his excited length springing out and falling onto his lower belly as you tug away the underwear, discarding them across the room. The sight of him bare before you, his perfect cock already hard and leaking was enough to make your mouth water and you couldn't help but lean down and press a few fluttering kisses along his length, feeling it twitch against your lips in excitement.

Maintaining eye contact with Fred, you gave him your sexiest look and leant down further to take his cock into your mouth, licking all the way around the sensitive tip as you tasted him. He groaned and shoved his head back against the bed at the sensation as you took more and more of him into your mouth, running your tongue along the veined underside of his cock to extend his pleasure. As you began to bob slowly on his cock, you were rewarded with loud groans and curses of your name from Fred, his cock only hardening further in your mouth.

"Godric princess, your mouth is fucking perfect," he groans in bliss.

Your hand came up to support your ministrations as you began to pump the few inches you weren't sucking, running your hands over his balls and giving them a very gentle tug like he liked, all of which making him writhe and groan.

"Princess, get up here," he says, suddenly reaching his hand out for you. You kisses his tip one last time before crawling up his body, his hands immediately reaching for you as he pulls you into him, one hand cupping your jaw as he pulls you in for a sinful kiss.

"Merlin," he says, pulling away as he runs a hand over his face, "you have no idea what these little white panties are doing to me."

"Do they make me look innocent?" You ask with a little smile, kissing down his jaw, eliciting another breathy moan from Fred.

"Yeah, but it's like you're the bride, making me lose it picturing it being our wedding night," he admits, his hands gripping you tighter in his hold, one large hand cupping and massaging your bum covered by the white lace. Your eyes widen a little in surprise, though he doesn't see, as you take in his words.

"That get you going big boy?" You ask breathily in his ear, still nibbling at his jaw as your hands explore his chest, briefly catching his nipples as you roam. "Picturing me as your bride? You like the idea of fucking your new wife?" He curses and moans, hips surging at your words, answering your question.

"Fuck baby," he whines as your hand wraps around his cock and begins slowly pumping him, your thumb catching the beads of precum and rubbing it into his soft tip.

"Maybe you like the idea of ripping off my sweet, appropriate little wedding dress and seeing exactly what's underneath."

He moans louder than you remembering ever being as your speed increases, your words having an evident affect on him.

"Or is it that everyone would know how good you're fucking your new wife, that everyone would know that I belong to you?" His hips start to stutter and you know he won't last much longer, the mixture of your hand on his cock and the words in his ear almost too much for him as he nods along with you, whining and groaning.

"Mrs Fred Weasley does sound good don't you think?" You ask him with a little smug smile at how he curses, hands scrambling to touch your tits as you pump him. "Y/n Weasley, Fred's wife." He's so close you can almost taste it, knowing he's just need a little nudge with the game you were playing.

"You wanna pretend it's our wedding night? I'll let you do anything you want to me husband, let you fuck everything that's yours."

He moans loudly as his hips stutter, your hand working his quickly as your other hand cups his balls as he erupts, ropes of cum spurting from his cock and landing on his stomach as you pump him through his orgasm, not stopping until his body stops twitching. He's breathless as he comes down from his high, chest heaving as a look of bliss falls over his face.

"Merlin," he says, finally opening his eyes to look at you, seeing your wicked little smirk. "Fuck that was hot." You smile as you reach down to grab his shirt from the floor, wiping his pleasure from his abdomen before throwing it back down onto the floor.

"Now, I think it's time I looked after my bride don't you think?" He says with a wicked grin, hands already pawing at you as he cups your jaw, pulling you into another kiss, his other hand creeping over your curves as he suddenly pushes you down onto the bed. His mouth wastes no time in pleasing you, immediately latching back into your breasts as he goes all out, grabbing, toying and sucking your breasts, never leaving the other one left out.

His fingers begin to drift down your body and tease your inner thighs as your legs part in anticipation, your arousal dripping from you at this point. When Fred's fingers finally slip between your legs and he feels the abundant wetness of your panties he curses again, latching onto your nipple and giving a harsh suck making you gasp.

"Mrs Weasley, so wet for me," he says with a smirk, slipping one finger inside your panties and into your waiting hole. You moan out at the sensation, feeling his thumb come up to toy with your aching clit and you can't help but roll your hips, unable to keep still as his fingers work you perfectly. "So good baby, so fucking perfect."

"Freddie," you keen as he adds a second finger, adjusting his angle so that he can press up against your gspot, making you writhe against him. The panties restrict his movements but it doesn't seem to faze him, working his magic on you.

He suddenly pulls his hand from you, making you whine but he quickly grabs and spins you on the bed so that you're on your hands and knees, his ability to manhandle you so effortlessly only furthering your arousal.

He moved to stand behind you, pulling you towards the edge of the bed as his fingers toy with the white lace panties you're still wearing. His hands hook into the waistband and you feel him rip off your panties, pulling them right down your legs, leaving you completely exposed to him. You gasp as the cool air hits your sensitive pussy lips and within seconds his mouth is on you, feasting deliciously on your dripping cunt.

"Freddie!" You moan, pushing your hips back as his tongue slips between your lips, lapping as your clit before slipping into your little hole. His entire face is pressed against your pussy and you can hardly contain your moans as you feel his mouth playing you like an instrument. His tongue circles your clit before he sucks on it in little bursts, making your hips writhe against his face. He alternates between sucking and licking, covering himself in your arousal before he suddenly pulls open your ass and really dives into your pussy, locking his lips around your clit and sucking, tongue circling the little bud.

"Fred!" You shout as you cum, hips rolling over his face as he laps at you over and over in just the right spot, letting you ride out your pleasure.

Your orgasm has done nothing to calm your arousal, if anything it's only spurred on a further need for Fred as you turn and drag him down onto the bed with you, kissing him feverishly as you feel the signs of his arousal renewed against your leg.

"Freddie, fuck your wife," you say, dragging a breathy moan and a curse from his lips as your hands reach out for him in anyway you can get him, hips raising up in desperation.

"I've got you sweetheart," he reassures you as he kisses you one last time before reaching down to kiss your nipples, hands lifting your legs, seeing you beautifully exposed before him. "My perfect girl, so fucking hot."

"Yeah you got a hot little wife Freddie?" You tease, knowing that your words would only fuel his fire.

"The fucking hottest," he growls, pumping his cock twice before positioning himself right at your entrance.

"Give it to me good Freddie, only you can fuck your wife so good like this."

He curses and grabs hold of his cock, tossing your legs into his shoulders as you feel him slowly sink into you, stretching you out as he gets deeper and deeper. You both moan in unison as he moves his hips, hitting all the right spots inside you before he begins to pick up his pace, big hands holding your thighs tightly. He watches as your breasts begin to bounce in time with his thrusts and you can't help but raise your arms up to grab hold of the metal headboard so you can get leverage to raise your hips in time with his, letting the last inch of his sink into you.

"Yeah you like that sweetheart? Your husband fucking you good? Fuck you are so tight," he says, eyes flicking between your breasts and watching his cock disappear into your pussy.

"So good Freddie," you moan out, arching your back as he pounds into you. "Only you can fuck me this good." You right hand slips off the bed frame and you start to circle your clit for a little extra pleasure until Fred notices and bats your hand away.

"Dirty girl, your husband not taking care of you good enough? Is my big cock not enough for you?" He teases.

You begin to whimper in reply, "no it is, so good baby."

He immediately pulls out of you and flips you over like it's nothing, pulling your hips up slightly before he slams back into you. He takes no prisoners with his thrusting as you feel his balls slapping against you, his left hand gripping your hip so hard it'll almost certainly leave a bruise. His right hand snakes around your hip abs begins toying with your clit deliciously and you can't help but rock your hips, your insides clenching around Fred's thick length as you cry out.

"Oh Freddie!" You cry out, feeling thoroughly fucked as he slams into you. "You're so deep!"

"Come on my little perfect wife, I want you to cum all over your husbands cock," he says, leaning down and changing the angle slightly so that he rubs against your gspot making a silent scream erupt from you. The hand that was holding your hip suddenly shifts and he wraps it around your throat as he fucks into you with abandon, his hips stuttering just enough that you know he's close. His hand doesn't squeeze nor put any pressure on but just feeling his long fingers wrapped around your throat whilst he plays with your clit and pounds into you is enough to send you hurling towards your end.

"Freddie Freddie Freddie!" You chant as you cum, nails clawing into the bedsheets as you feel the white hot pleasure erupt within you, your hips rolling back onto his cock as he pounds you even harder, no doubt feeling your walls squeezing him. He suddenly lets go of your throat and scrambles to grab hold of your hips as he slams his length into you once more and holds you tightly to him, buried entirely in you as he cums. You can feel his cock twitching inside you as he shoots his load as deep in you as he can, groaning and cursing behind you as your name falls from his lips.

After a few moments, he pulls out and watches as his cum begins to dribble out of you, cursing once again at the sight. You feel him shift and he presses a kiss to your back before carefully shifting you so that you were lying on the bed as he slips in next to you, instinctively reaching to pull you into his side.

You lean up and kiss him as his arms snake around you, one hand resting gently over your breast, thumb idly passing over your nipple.

"I love you so much sweetheart," he says, pulling off your lips but never really moving away as he kisses you again.

"I love you Freddie," you say, pouring as much love as you can into your words.

"Gonna marry you one day princess," he mumbles and you can suddenly hear the tiredness in his voice.

"If you're gonna fuck me like that again, I'd marry you right now," you said breathlessly, entwining your fingers with his.

He chuckles, squeezing your hand in his as his eyes close, "give me 10."

"I want to be your wife one day," you say quietly a few moments later, no longer teasing. You feel Fred's eyes open and he looks at you with a look you can't place.

"Sweetheart, nothing would make me happier than you being my wife, but stop talking about it before I get hard again."

[lazylumine]

Genshin men as dads

featuring. neuvillette

cw. none, just fluff, not proof-read

a/n. a little early birthday special, srry for being inactive, 0.4k words

Gentle rays of sunshine woke you from your slumber. After a little stretch, you rolled around to cuddle up with your husband, only to find the other side of the bed empty.

A delicious smell reached your nose that had you wondering if Neuvi is cooking breakfast.

Getting up from the bed, you yawned and walked out of the bedroom, making your way to the source of the pleasant scent.

Peeking through the kitchen door, you smiled at the sight before your eyes; Neuvillette standing at the stove, cooking some bacon and on his hip, your three year old daughter, Nicolette.

Once the little girl saw her mother, she gave you a small wave with her tiny hand, giggling in her daddys arms. You waved back at her, hugging your husband from behind, burying your head in his broad shoulders which were covered by a thin shirt.

Neuvillette greeted you with a kiss, well, after you were done hugging his back.

„Good morning, darling. Did you sleep well? I took care of Colette so you could get some more rest. Last night seemed to have tired you out a bit, hm?“

A small smirk could be seen on his face as he puts the bacon along with some fried eggs on three plates, one for his beautiful wife, a smaller one for his adorable daughter and the third one for himself, which he placed on the table.

With a swift movement of his muscular arms, he sat your daughter on her seat and pulled out a chair, motioning for you to sit down, which you gladly did. Such a gentleman.

„Mommy sleep well?“, Nicolette looked at you with a big smile on her small, cute, squishable face.

While Neuvi cut his childs food in little slices, that it could fit in her mouth, you gave Colette a kiss in her forehead, chuckling at her question.

„Yeah, mommy slept well. You help daddy cook breakfast?“

„Yes yes yes!“

„Oh~ Can't wait to have a taste. Did my princess sleep well?“

„Mhm, Teddy was wif me.“

Neuvillette interrupted you two „I hate to break in on your conversation, but the food's all ready. We don't want it getting cold now, do we?“

The three year old shook her head, making grabby hands towards her pink colored plate. Her daddy of course gave it to her, along with a matching childrens cutlery set.

Without much further talking, you three enjoyed your breakfast, which unsuprisingly tasted amazing.

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little women , la la land , the princess diaries , lady bird , 10 things i hate about you , 13 going on 30 , pretty woman , 27 dresses , the devil wears prada , scream , when harry met sally , call me by your name , 500 days of summer , how to lose a guy in 10 days , notting hill , runaway bride , clueless , priscilla , a rainy day in new york , midnight in paris , corpse bride , the perks of being a wallflower , black swan , dead poets society , harry potter , narnia , enola holmes , beautiful boy , pride and prejudice , the notebook , the proposal , mamma mia , dirty dancing , grease , the parent trap , white chicks , ella enchanted , sixteen candles , she's the man , miss congeniality , my girl , the virgin suicides , the edge of seventeen , the amazing spiderman , mean girls , legally blonde , thirteen , breakfast at tiffany's , girl, interrupted , twilight , uptown girls , star wars , heathers , old disney<3

tv show archive;

grey's anatomy , gossip girl , gilmore girls , the oc , one tree hill , one day , friends , derry girls , baby , pretty little liars , anne with an e , how i met your mother , the office , criminal minds , supernatural , tsitp , bones , the flash , outer banks , suits , stranger things , you , the crown , emily in paris , satc , agggtm , jane the virgin , the vampire diaries , scream queens , supergirl , killing eve , glee , teen wolf , b99 , boy meets world , dawsons creek , smallville<3

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[witchthewriter]

𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐲 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞

Tagged by @yourwinchesterbros​. I’m reverse uno-ing; you have to play too! 

Warnings: swears, soa themes, talks of episodes - so suicide mentions, violence

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒇��𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑰 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉

Oh my god, I think I fell in love with Opie. His height, his tattoos, his dedication to his wife...it was all so sexy. I mean I still love him, but I also feel like he didn’t really have a personality... 

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒘:

Chibs; I didn’t think I would love an old Scot so much. His interactions with his daughter still make my heart melt. I wish there was more of them. 

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕:

I really don’t like Bobby, he just feels like a seedy old man to me. He didn’t ... do much for the club. And how he treated Cherry... even if it was an act, it was awful. 

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔:

  I don’t know! Is Nero hated? I really like Nero - he was a stable man who did his best, especially for his son. And what he wanted for his son was beautiful, I hope Jax’s boys have a lovely time growing up on that farm

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑰 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓:

 ... Juice. I hate cowards, and I’m not talking about his suicide attempt, that was; valid? I guess you could say. But he seemed like the weakest link - he kept getting involved with the cops no matter what. Why couldn’t he just go to the club and tell them what was going on in the first place? 

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒐𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒄𝒉:

 OPIE !! CHIBS !! TIG !! TARA !! LYLA !! I can’t just choose one person, are you crazy?! I would die if Chibs called me sweetheart in that swoon-worthy Scottish accent though. And Opie’s heIGHT, oh my god - I get weak at the knees just thinkin’ about him. 

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑰’𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆:

 Tara mixed with Gemma; knowledge, ambition, brains, fire, ‘don’t fuck with me’ attitiude. I like the thought of being intimidating tbh - but really I’m just a big ol’ softie. 

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑰’𝒅 𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒑:

 There are a LOT; Clay, Bobby, all the villains... Oh god June! All the people involved in stealing Abel and not giving him back. Like how can I just choose one?? Line ‘em up and just do one big slap line.

𝑨 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆:

 I - I don’t actually have a pairing that I love. Jax and Tara ... she had so much to live for and his decisions kept holding her back. She was basically a single mother as well as a doctor, and handled Gemma. 

Opie and Donna felt like they came from two separate worlds and he only showed passion for her when she died. 

And then Opie and Lyla... it didn’t feel right. It didn’t click. 

  Clay and Gemma - well they were perfect for one another, but I don’t ‘love them’ per say. Because of what Clay did to Gemma; it churns my guts. 

𝑨 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒆:

  Chibs & Althea. Chibs never really had any romantic partners throughout the series, and they gave him a COP?! Watching it for the first time... I was EMBARRASSED for Chibs ... And I always skip the episodes when they’re together. 

  I also HATED Jax and Colette; she looked as if she was his mother. And it felt ... Freudian. Like a weird Mummy kink thing. I know it wasn’t a proper relationship but they still hooked up and it felt so odd. 

An additional question that I want to add: 

𝑾𝒉𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒆?

Otto Delaney! Hated, hated, hated him! Made me feel so icky, oh and that guy who wanted revenge for his sister. Oh he made me absolutely furious - his hypocrisy! 

[misspickman]

fero pickman and xue yang. i know all your comics friends have you covered

fero !

Sexuality Headcanon: bi i think. i dont think hed care about defining that tbh. also keith once called him aromantic on twt and idk if thats generally considered canon but i enjoy it<3

Gender Headcanon: little guy. again to me? genderqueer but idk if hed care about it. in a modern au maybe, but less because he wants to define it and more because people would ask that of him. which maybe just makes him refuse to define it even more. much to think about

A ship I have with said character: ephero.. theyre so real in my heart.. i dont think about them much anymore but when i do. ah :(. also ferol he fucked that old man

A BROTP I have with said character: fero and hella and adaire,, what we could have had,, also mother glory. and samol. anyone of the main pcs tbh just put this guy in dynamics

A NOTP I have with said character: uhh idk honestly. i cant think of anything rn? im sure i have some but ?

A random headcanon: do you remember when we gave him a bunch of cats in our au. also: always fixing shit. this is how he shows he cares. he will not say it but he will fix that hole on hellas roof and be grumpy the whole time

General Opinion over said character: he has changed my brain chemistry irreparably. listening to seasons of hieron and going hes just like me fr (derogatory)

pickman!!!

Sexuality Headcanon: lesbian. probably not something she thinks about much, a la "im probably nb but i have a job so idc about that now"

Gender Headcanon: my big butch wife. but in general same as above, she is what she is and shes too busy to dwell on it, and its not like its anyone elses business, right? also what even Are gender expectations of a caprak? i dont think this is ever discussed but i would like to know

A ship I have with said character: pickman/chantilly scathe.. man

A BROTP I have with said character: alekest :) and colette<3

A NOTP I have with said character: uhh idk i cant imagine her with men. the lesbian energy is off the charts

A random headcanon: i would like to think she gets more into art after zevunzolia. maybe into wood carving. it would be sweet. would she write poetry.. i dont think she would consciously sit down to do it but she is Very good at writing letters (thanks jack, for that<3)

General Opinion over said character: miss pickman my wife miss pickman.. we shall have a spring wedding.. i think about her six travelers ep So much. "I think it is something magical that separates us. Again, I am not speaking metaphorically."

xue yang :)

Sexuality Headcanon: probably bi. similar to what i said for fero but for entirely different reasons, i dont think hed care

Gender Headcanon: you see this is a Question. its been so long since ive actively thought about this so i cant articulate it but theres something going on there

A ship I have with said character: songxue, songxuexiao, i love a very horrid and messy xueyao too. any ship with xue yang is horrid and messy but in most cases the horridness is one sided but in xueyao its both of them. this increases the levels of horridness. u get me

A BROTP I have with said character: in my beautiful mind and nowhere else? wen qing. in a more realistic sense aqing and meng yao

A NOTP I have with said character: oh im sure there are many xue yang ships i would not enjoy but i dont wanna think about it rn. but uhh him and mo xuanyu? i just dont vibe

A random headcanon: in any modern au i am giving this guy soo many tattoos and piercings. also motorcycle guy

General Opinion over said character: i miss him its such a shame i can never step back into that fandom. also changed my brain chemistry but in a completely different way

[little-peril-stories]

OC Name Meanings

Rules: Put down an OC or more and tell what their name means.

Thanks for the tag, Anna! 💜 @starlit-hopes-and-dreams

you know what time it is. time for an open tag.

When I was a kid, my parents had these physical books of baby names and their meanings. I've always liked to write and create characters, so you know I was obsessed with those books. There was one in particular I more or less just kept (at that point it was clear they were done having kids, lol). I mean, that thing was tattered. The cover came clean off. Sometimes I was using it for the stories I was writing; sometimes, I was literally just reading it like a book.

So, as you might expect, I always take great care when naming my characters. I like to choose names with deep symbolic meanings that fit their characterization.

Nope lol I literally just pick names that sound cool or that come into my head at that moment.

Let's see how I did with the crew from The Prince of Thieves / The Queen of Lies.

Sources: Baby Names | Baby Center | Nameberry, aka the first three websites that came up in my search

Breanna: noble | strong, hill | virtuous, honourable

I wanted to make her full name her something else that looks similar, but when I searched up the pronunciation, it wouldn't abbreviate to Bree, which I had very randomly decided on, so she became Breanna instead. Someone should tell TQOL Breanna that her name means "strong" — I'm sure she'll be astonished.

From TPOT: Bree saw hope and fucking grabbed it. She heard Gysborne tell her she was going to her death, and she hurled herself toward her chance at life. Bree Cooper is still clinging to that hope, and it is beautiful.

This is probably NOT going to be in the final draft of TQOL so have it here: ...but she had a voice, and she could kick her legs, and being quiet and demure and the good wife had served her well for so long, and it had worked, more or less, but today, this was a different beast, a different foe, and if she didn’t fight, then there was no one else to fight for her, was there?

William: will, desire, helmet, protection | resolute protection

Honestly, he was invented on the spot and I probably named him after Will Turner, because pirates will never not be sexy? Anyway. Can't believe one of these names is actually spot on. Yay!

No, I vow. I have already decided, long known, in fact, that I will not betray the others. Baden Hatchett will never hear the names James Wardrew, Colette Haris, or Geoffrey Marks. I will take their names and the location to whatever unmarked grave they dig for me. I will take my own name into death with me if it means it will protect the others.

James: supplanter | heel

Another generic dude name I sort of picked out of nowhere... or, more likely, I probably saw one of the countless Outlander gifs that go around and stole Jamie Fraser's name. Jamie W. does act like a heel sometimes so that works. Jk Jamie we love you!

If you want IA, then you want me. If the man you arrested goes free, unharmed, I will turn myself in, and Iustitia aecum will be no more.

Colette: victory of the people | people of victory

Her name just happened! No rhyme or reason. Glad this is what it means though, who knows what would've happened to IA if it meant the opposite.

"And then Spider… She… When the chance to do something good for people who had nothing, when that opportunity finally presented itself… That little wooden coin… It changed my life.”

Geoffrey: God peace | peace, territory, pledge | pledge of peace

No idea why I picked this name—or why, around the same time, I also had a character called Jeff (Jeffersen) in Fen & Freddie. But hey! Geoff doesn't talk much, so the whole "peace" thing kind of tracks.

Geoff wraps his arms around me, presses his face against my neck, the unkempt, wiry hairs of his beard digging into my skin, a sublime sort of torment, innocent yet lethal. “Jamie. You are my family."

Allan: little rock | handsome | cheerful

He gets the honour of being the only character to have the same name as someone from the Robin Hood stories. (Will doesn't count.) He isn't particularly cheerful and I suspect he doesn't believe he's that handsome, but at least I got to name him Allan-a-Dale.

I scrabble on the muddy ground, finding a rock the size of my fist. Although my grip is weak from the cold, I hold it up.  ... I hurl it at him, trying to hit his head and falling embarrassingly short. “You’re one of them.” I feel around for another stone, find a smaller one, throw that, too.

Baden: bather | son of bade [other websites also gave me "battle" and "humble, confident"... idk 🤔]

Honestly? “Baden Hatchett” sounded really cool and villainous. I burst into laughter when I saw that the one site said "bather." This guy…he wants to cleanse the world of crime. 😂 But really, I just named him after the place in Germany (it’s also a small community in Ontario) for no other reason than that it sounds cool.

The delinquent rat before me, though, will never wash away the stain of his crimes—the years stealing riches from the pockets of hardworking men, of luring impressionable innocents into his gang of thieves. Nor can he brush away the bruise blossoming across his jaw, nor the blood dripping down his chin from his nose.

Curtis: courteous, courtly | polite

His name just happened. Constable Lenton needed a first name for TQOL and this was it. But it makes sense—guess this is why he's always so pissed off about someone using rude language about Breanna. 🙃 Swearing’s not very courteous at all, is it?

“Enough of your miserable attitude and your filthy tongue.” Curt’s voice was sharp enough to cut. Slick with disgust. Harsh with rage. “You want to mouth off to me or Constable Hatchett or any of us and take your licks for acting like a wild animal? Fine. But there’s a lady present, and you’ll behave accordingly. Do you understand?”

Verity: truth

I just really wanted her name to abbreviate to very so I could associate Colette with Much. That's the whole story there.

Rolling my eyes, nudging her with my elbow, I say, “Pay attention. Help me assuage some of my guilt.”

“Can’t do that,” Verie says gently, and I hate her for being right. “You ought to tell him whatever it is you lied about.”

Thank you so much for this tag! It was really fun. &lt;3

[rumbelleshowdown]

Author: Fabletales

Prompts: Dancing in the rain. “You could have died.” Gossips.

Group: A

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Our Love Grows

Being a ghost wasn’t the solitary existence most living people believed it to be. 

Rumplestiltskin didn’t wander the Earth looking for his last purpose trying to cross over to the next place. No, Rumple was content living (well, you know what is meant) with his wife in this place of eternal happiness. They were True and Eternal Love, meant to be together among the misty clouds, to walk the heavenly gardens, and watch over their descendants. 

When Rumple died, he was fully prepared for what was waiting for him. He would have thought it was hell what was store for him, at the mercy of the underworld gods. With what he had done in his long life as The Dark One, he knew he wasn’t meant to be in the good place. He never would have expected to see Belle again, to hold her forever once more. Or to see his son Baelfire again. 

He had died. And he did see his Belle again. It was the most glorious feeling he had ever experienced to kiss her once more, but never enough.

He saw his beautiful son, Baelfire, again shortly after. His son had smiled upon them and hugged him. 

“Welcome home, Papa.”

He spent his days with his wife and son, touring the afterlife. There was much repetition in it, but mostly dead people could be found in a gathering place, gossiping about each other and their past lives and about their possible descendants. 

Watching the living was not the easiest thing to do. You couldn’t simply turn on a TV channel like in the world without magic or light a candle like you did in the dark to bring light. You needed magic. And not everyone had the same spell to use. Rumple and Belle used to bring two strands of their hair together to see their family among the living. Pouring the magic over the clouds, they could watch from up there or descend down to the Earth to be more personal. 

Rumple loved watching his grandson Henry on his further adventures with his wife, Ella, and their daughter, Lucy. Belle adored Lucy. 

“You know,” she said, “If we ever had a daughter, I would have named her Lucy.” 

“Oh?” he answered. “Not Rose or Colette, after your mother?” 

She smiled at him. “I like my mother’s name, yes, but I don’t think I would like to name my child after someone I knew personally.”

“Tell that to our son,” he snorted. 

Belle laughed as well. After his studies were finished at Elphaine Academy, Gideon married his boyfriend Roderick. The two had known each other from the Black Fairy’s Realm before, but both had grown up again after their reboot. This time they had fallen in love. Rumple was a bit disappointed he never really had met Roderick before his death, but he could see how much his son loved him. 

The two newlyweds had moved back to the Enchanted Forest where Gideon found a job as a scribe and alchemist. His husband Roderick was a blacksmith. Gideon had inherited Rumple’s gift of magic and with that he found his way of doing good in his life. Rumple and Belle were proud of him. Belle especially glowed when Gideon and Roderick had experimented with magic and had managed to have a child naturally together. Belle was already a grandmother to Henry of course, but seeing Gideon with his own son was something Belle had never experienced before and she couldn’t contain her excitement about it. She was way more comfortable with being called a grandma now, and Rumple delighted in calling her that. 

Gideon and Roderick named their son Baeden Gold, after his uncle. When Rumple told Baelfire, he teared up a bit with the news. Baeden had the same brown sandy hair as Rumple himself and had blue eyes, like Belle. They knew of course the blue eyes came from Roderick’s side, but it was sweet seeing them mixed together in their grandson. 

Baeden was joined a few years later by a younger brother named Robi. He had black hair and blue eyes like his father Roderick. Seeing the two young brothers playing together made Rumple emotional. He wondered how it would have been with Baelfire and Gideon if they had grown up together. 

He also liked to look in on Alice, the girl who was destined to be The Guardian. Rumple had always liked Alice since the day he met her on that side of the road. He had loved spending time with her when he had grown deeper into his madness and she couldn’t be in the presence of her father. In time, he had begun to look after her as a father would his daughter. 

Alice and Robin’s love reminded him of his aunties. They were very endearing to see together with their youthful playfulness. They had shortly after their wedding returned to Alice’s older cottage and rebuilt it for their family since they were also expecting a baby. 

He and Belle were visiting them today, standing in the same place he stood when he was still alive, hiding behind the tree. The younger couple were painting the walls outside when it started raining. Alice was up on the ladder painting while Robin was doing the lower parts. Suddenly, Alice slipped while descending the steps, but luckily Robin had acted quickly and caught her wife in her arms. She teased Alice. “What would you do without me? You could have died.” 

Alice laughed and playfully took her wife’s hands and started dancing in the rain. 

Belle's voice broke a bit. “They remind me so much of us. Look at them trying to build their own home.”

They met each other’s eyes, both knowing the other was remembering the last day they were both alive. Belle blinked away tears, but Rumple only smiled and held out his hand. “Care to dance, Mrs Gold?”

She smiled. “I would love to, Mr Gold.”  

Not breaking eye contact, he lost himself once more in her sky blue eyes. He took a step back and turned to see Alice twirling Robin around. 

Belle took his hand and together they joined the young couple dancing in the rain, under the sky. Everyday their love grew, and the people they shared that love with continued to share that love with others. They might be dead, but their love was very much alive.

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[mackthecheese]

Rough paper sketch I did today while bored in class. I might digitize this one, we’ll see what my energy levels say about that.

I love my beautiful and insane wife Colette <3333

[mannatea]

The World Could Be Beautiful, a Tales of Symphonia ‘fic (Chapter 11)

Word Count: 62,282 Summary: After a chance encounter in Izoold, Raine and Regal both get a lot more than they bargained for. (A one-night stand 'fic with consequences.) Chapter Summary: Conversations with Lloyd and Colette. :) Pairing/Characters: Regal/Raine, Genis, George, Lloyd, Colette and assorted OCs as the story requires. Zelos shows up later. Warnings: Blanket warnings for the entire fic: pregnancy (and all that comes with it), discussion/mention of abortion, power imbalance, fantasy racism. Rating: Explicit. (No sex in this chapter.) Genre: Romance/angst/friendship vibes.

The title is the link to Ao3 for Chapter 11!

Notes (to be read after the chapter) under a cut:

Raine agrees to try to publish as a historian alongside Countess Adair because she thinks drawing attention to Sylvarant and its history (+ historical sites) will be a boon for Sylvarant in the longterm, and might engage with people's compassion and empathy. In this way she feels like it will change things for the better.

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Colette's relationship to Raine is a bit odd, just like Raine's relationship to Lloyd. I do believe they are friends, but Raine has still spent five formative/important years of their lives being an authority figure. I think she wants to be their friend now, because she can't really still be considered their teacher, but it's just hard to get used to!

As far as Colette herself goes, I always felt like Raine sort of views her as a little sister/daughter figure, so...perhaps a niece? Colette was for sure Teacher's Pet, and I love the idea that her sweet personality and attentiveness made Raine's acclimation to teaching a lot easier than it might otherwise have been. Thanks, Colette!

I also imagine Colette would have loved to have siblings of her own (she'd be the CUTEST big sister), so the idea of being able to sort of consider Raine that appeals to her. AAAA.

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There's this...really big societal pressure around birth and having babies that tells women they're supposed to love the baby before it's born, and they're supposed to just fall in love with it the moment they hold it.

It's not true. Lots of women do not feel this way about the baby when they're pregnant. Lots of women do not feel that way about the baby when they hold it for the first time.

PPD aside (because of course that's a whole other thing), it's perfectly normal for a new parent to not be like super attached and in love with their own baby. I think Raine is definitely the sort of person who likes the baby, and wants to care for it, but she needs to get to know them before she really loves them.

I think Colette is the sort to just be madly in love with the baby the moment she knows it's there, so I really liked the idea of Colette being a bit fascinated by Raine's logic there. It's not something she would think of herself, but it makes perfect sense!

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My goal with Lloyd is to really just write him as this really earnest young married man. He loves his wife a lot and the world hasn't beaten the shit out of him because he just won't let it! He worries a lot about his old friends and in particular worries about Raine and Genis (not just because of what he saw of them in Flanoir but like, Genis is his bestie and Lloyd knows how the world works).

He just loves his friends so much and wants the best for all of them.

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I know there was something else I wanted to say, but it fell out of my head. If I think about it, I'll add it here. In the meantime, thanks for reading! Feedback is, as always, welcome in any form. <3

[july13th2004]

Year of the Snow Bunny

Characters/Relationships: Kratos Aurion, Anna Irving, Kratos/Anna, Kranna, Lloyd Irving, Noishe

Genre: Family Fluff/Romance/Light Angst

Rating: G

Warnings: None

Word Count: 5940

Mirror Link: AO3 | Pixiv

Summary: “Snow hare… Hmm…” Her husband replied, continuing to stare at the merchandise in front of him.            

Anna shifted her gaze from him to the merchandise he was currently still staring at. This stall was selling nothing but snow hare or snow bunny merchandise, and included a variety of products such as plush toys, charms, and statues that ranged in size from miniature to giant room and floor decorations. The bright, stark white minimalist bunny shaped products all featured crimson colored round and beady eyes. She glanced over at her husband again, and gave him a soft smile.

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“Snow hares are a well known symbol in the city of Flanoir, a snow covered city situated on its own island on Tethe’alla.” Kratos explained to his wife, “Possessing a charm of one is supposed to bring good luck and good fortune. How they ended up on Sylvarant is what is so baffling to me.”

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The Aurion family attends a festival with an interesting theme and ancient origins behind it...

*Written for the Tales of Symphonia Remaster Countdown Event*

Author’s Note: So here’s the fic I wrote for @tosrcountdown! I am both excited and quite anxious for you all to finally read it! This was just going to be a winter themed Kranna fic at first, but then I wanted to incorporate this year’s Lunar New Year animal, the Rabbit, with the theme surrounding the snow bunny charm Colette gives to Lloyd during her Flanoir scene. Hope you all enjoy reading this one!

          Bitterly cold winter winds whipped around Anna as she trudged through the snow back to the cabin, all while holding onto her large, burlap bag of groceries for dear life. Blowing snow lined her field of vision, and she was grateful she was only about a hundred yards away from the cabin. The weather in Palmacosta, while still bitterly cold, was calm and beautiful compared to the conditions she was trying to slog through now. She knew she should have asked someone in town about the weather before she left, yet she also knew how much Kratos worried about her if she was gone for more than a few hours, so there would be no point in her staying in town until the snowstorm subsided.

           With the cabin now in sight, she broke out into a run as the cold winds whipping around her calmed down a bit, all while still holding onto the bag of groceries tightly. A few moments later Anna swung open the front door of the cabin and quickly closed it behind her. Kratos rapidly turned his head towards her the moment she stepped through the threshold of the door. He immediately stood up from where he sat on the couch and made his way towards her.

           “Welcome back, my dear.” Kratos said as he leaned in and gave her a quick kiss while taking the bag of groceries from her, “I was beginning to worry about you.”

           Anna sighed as she met his gaze and gave him a knowing smile, “I knew you would be, but I’m fine, just a little cold from the wind, that’s all.”

           He glanced at her snow covered poncho and coat with a look of skepticism on his features. Her reddened cheeks also betrayed her statement, and he frowned slightly at her in concern with his brows furrowed. Noticing his skepticism, she sighed again as she took off her snow crusted hat and mittens and shoved them into her coat pockets. She took a couple steps towards him and placed her hand on his arm.

           “I’m fine, Kratos. Really. I think I just need to warm up in front of the fireplace a little.” Anna spoke in a reassuring tone before kissing him on the cheek.

           “Then go warm up in front of the fireplace, my dear. I’ll take care of the groceries.” His frown and brows softened as he met her gaze again, a dusting of pink now permeating his features from her kiss.

           She nodded and gave him another reassuring smile. He quickly turned and walked away from her and into the kitchen, where he started to sort out the groceries. After letting out a relieved sigh when he was out of earshot, Anna took off her poncho and coat, and shook off the snow that covered both pieces of clothing onto the doormat in front of the door, before hanging both articles up on the coat rack that was mounted on the wall by the door. She then gently stomped down on the doormat to shake off the snow that had caked on her boots, before taking them off and leaving them there to dry. Then she made her way over to the fireplace and knelt in front of it, immediately feeling the heat of the bright and inviting flames wash over her.

           As Anna extended her arms out closer to the flames to warm up her cold hands, she glanced over at Noishe, who was curled up and fast asleep against the side of the fireplace. She made a mental note to take the large, protozoan creature with her the next time she had to go shopping in inclement weather. Kratos returned to where he had sat on the couch earlier about ten minutes later, with Anna tearing her gaze away from the dancing flames to look over at him.

           “So is it still snowing outside?” He asked as he leaned forward towards her.

           She shifted her gaze back towards the flames as she rubbed her hands together, “No, it’s mostly the bitterly cold wind blowing all the snow around now.”

           “I see… How was the weather in Palmacosta?”

           “Lots of snow, just like around here, but no blizzard. Just bright and clear but cloudy skies. The city looks quite beautiful covered in snow.”

           Kratos gave her a small smile, “Interesting… I’m not sure if I’ve ever seen snow in Palmacosta before. It’s rather unusual for a coastal city to have winter weather like that.”

           “Yeah, I can’t recall seeing this much snow during all of our other trips to this part of the continent. What do you think could be causing it?” Anna questioned inquisitively.

           She looked back at her husband as he took a moment to think and placed her now warm hands onto her knees.

           “Perhaps it could be caused by the ocean. A large body of water normally affects the amount of snow that falls onto the region nearby. You have heard of lake-effect snow, right?”

           He watched as his wife tapped her chin in thought for a moment.

           “I remember some of the farmers using that term whenever there was a bad snowstorm back home. They said the lake on the outskirts of town was the cause of all the snow piles in and around town.”

           “Ah, so Luin would receive a large amount of snow in the winter as well, then.” Kratos nodded as he gave her another small smile.

           Anna averted her gaze from his and let out a soft, somewhat melancholic sigh, “Well, not always, or not every year. But I can remember a couple of very cold and awful snowstorms when I was little. And there was usually feet upon feet of snow around town that sometimes wouldn’t melt until mid-July or even later.”

           He gave her an apologetic look before averting his gaze to the wood floor at his feet.

           “Despite that,” She said as Kratos brought his head up to look at her again, “I’ll always remember how beautiful and dazzling the town looked coated in fresh, powdery snow.”

           Kratos’ smile grew until he was nearly grinning from ear to ear as he listened to his wife animatedly talk on and on for a few more minutes about her hometown during the winter season. And he was quickly brought back to reality by the sound of her changing the subject.

           “Oh, I almost forgot!” Anna gasped as she reached into the right pocket of her beige colored jeans and took out a folded up piece of paper, “Take a look at this!”

           He reached out and took the folded up piece of paper from her while wearing a puzzled but curious look on his face. When he unfolded the piece of paper, he realized it was a flier for a festival in Palmacosta. The flier read:

                                    Lunar New Year Festival 4023

         Come celebrate the Year of the Rabbit in Downtown Palmacosta!

                           When: January 22nd – February 12th, 4023

                           Where: Palmacosta’s Main Square

   Festival Highlights: Food stalls, Merchandise stalls, Fun for the whole family!

                                                 Price: Free

           “On my way to the market, there was a man handing out these flyers to anyone who walked by. Do you know about the cultural origins surrounding this festival, Kratos?” She inquired as she stood up from her kneeling position on the floor and made her way over to sit next to him on the couch.

           Kratos took another moment to read and analyze the flier more thoroughly. The flier’s heading was printed in gold lettering, while the rest of it was printed in black. A large, red silhouette of a rabbit was printed behind the gold and black lettering to emphasize the meaning and focus of the festival. He had to admit that he hadn’t heard of a festival like this before, or of the cultural origins behind it either.

           “I’ll admit that I don’t know anything about this, my dear.” Kratos replied as he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer to him.

           Anna briefly looked up at him and gave him a gentle, knowing smile before shifting her gaze down toward her clasped hands in her lap. “That’s what I figured. It seems like something that the people of Mizuho that you told me about some time ago wouldn’t celebrate. Though, it seems like you also don’t know much about their culture either.”

           He sighed before letting out a soft laugh, “That’s also true… But in my defense, the village of Mizuho is well guarded and secretive, so most people outside of the village wouldn’t know anything about their cultural norms and values. Not unless you were to find any historical records or books written about them.”

           She looked up at her husband again, “Well, have you read any records or books about the village then?”

           “Back when the two worlds were still one I most likely did, though I have since forgotten.”

           Anna tore her gaze away from his to look down at her still clasped together hands, “Then I hope someday, when the worlds are reunited, that you’ll show Lloyd and I around every city, town, and village in Tethe’alla.”

           Kratos met her gaze as she looked back up at him while wearing a soft, gentle smile on his face, “I would love that, my dear.”

           He wrapped his other arm around her and pulled her into a hug while he moved his head down to plant a kiss on top of her head. She wrapped her arms around him and returned his embrace. When the two parted moments later, she took his hand in hers and looked up at him again.

           “Anyway, I think we should go to the festival once the snowstorm subsides, since it goes on for a couple more weeks. Plus, it’s been a while since we’ve had a family outing, and I think Lloyd would have lots of fun now that he’s a little bit older.”

           Kratos merely nodded in agreement and gave her another gentle smile before leaning down to plant a kiss on her forehead. The couple would spend the rest of the afternoon cuddling on the couch in front of the fire until Lloyd and Noishe woke up from their naps.

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Three Days Later:

           “No!” Lloyd raised his voice defiantly, “I don’t wanna!”

           “Lloyd…” Kratos said sternly, “It’s cold outside. You need to put your hat and mittens on.”

           “No!” Lloyd crossed his tiny arms in further defiance and glared at his father, “I said I don’t wanna!”

           Kratos sighed heavily, briefly covering his face with his hand before pinching the bridge of his nose. He was absolutely bewildered as to why Lloyd didn’t want to wear his hat and mittens. Lloyd was normally so agreeable when it came to either him or Anna telling him what to do or wear. Meanwhile, Anna stood at Noishe’s large food and water bowls across the living room from where father and son were having their little standoff about wearing certain winter attire. She was completely unaware of the disagreement going on between her husband and son as she filled Noishe’s food bowl with fresh meat and vegetables, and his water bowl with cold water.

           “Anna, could you come here?” Kratos asked, exasperated, “I need your help…”

           Anna turned to look over at her husband from across the living room. He was currently kneeling in front of Lloyd behind the couch and looking over at her while wearing a pleading expression on his face. She gave him a knowing smile before quickly heading into the kitchen to put away the container that stored Noishe’s food along with the empty pitcher of water.

           “What’s going on?” Anna inquired as she immediately made her way over to her husband and son.

           She heard her husband let out another sigh before responding, “Lloyd refuses to wear his hat and mittens. He won’t put them on no matter what I do or say. I’ve tried everything, my dear.”

           Anna knelt down on the floor next to Kratos and made direct eye contact with their son, who was now staring at both of them with his tiny arms still folded in defiance and wearing a frown on his face.

           “Lloyd-” She began.

           “Mommy, I don’t wanna wear them!” Lloyd interrupted, “You and daddy can’t make me!”

           Kratos let out another exasperated sigh as Anna continued to look at Lloyd, now giving him a gentle, knowing smile.

           “I know Lloyd, but we’re going to be outside all day, and your father and I don’t want you to be cold. You need to wear your hat and mittens so you won’t be cold. Can you do that for mommy?”

           Lloyd looked at his mother for a few more moments, the stubborn frown on his face beginning to soften as she gave him a bright, expectant smile. The near toddler aged boy then unfolded his arms and nodded, ending the momentary standoff between father and son.

           “Alright, mommy…” Lloyd replied as he looked up at his mother and smiled back at her.

           Anna nodded then softly clapped her hands together, “Well, now that that’s settled, Kratos?”

           Kratos let out a relieved sigh as he handed his wife Lloyd’s hat and mittens. He watched as she gently placed them on their son’s head and hands. The couple then stood up to their full height and watched as their son waddled over to hug and say goodbye to Noishe.

           “Lloyd has never argued with me before.” Kratos stated as he turned his head toward his wife, “And he was more than willing to put on his coat, but not his hat or mittens. I just don’t understand, my dear.”

           Anna looked up at her husband and gave him a knowing smile while she took his right hand in both her hands, “Well, he’ll be two in August, so for the next couple of years he’s probably going to be stubborn about certain things at times.”

           “Then that stubborn streak appears to be starting early.” He commented as he gave her hand a squeeze.

           “We’ll just have to deal with those moments as they come then, won’t we?” She questioned rhetorically as she grinned up at him and released his hand.

           The two then retrieved and put on all of their appropriate winter attire, coat, hat, gloves or mittens, boots, and scarves. Kratos secured a harness around his neck and waist before putting his coat on. He always placed Lloyd in this harness whenever the three were out of the house for prolonged periods of time, especially during the winter months. Lloyd waddled back over to his parents after saying goodbye to Noishe and reached up toward his father with tiny, outstretched arms and hands.

           “Up! Up!” The boy exclaimed excitedly.

           Kratos gave his son a soft, gentle smile as he reached down to pick him up, quickly placing and securing him inside the harness before buttoning his coat a little over halfway up. The three then exited the cabin, into the still bitterly cold winter air, as Kratos locked the front door behind them. Lloyd snuggled up against his father’s chest, and closed his eyes and fell asleep as Kratos buttoned up more of his coat. With Lloyd now safely secure and warm inside his father’s coat, the three headed off along a path now mostly cleared of snow towards Palmacosta.

           The couple held hands as they walked along the snow covered dirt path that led to the hugely populated coastal city. Kratos mentions along the way that he did his best the past two days to clear out a path from the cabin so it would only be about an hour long walk to the main square of the city. Lloyd continues to quietly nap against Kratos’ chest inside the harness as his parents talk about everything related to the festival they’re traveling to. About an hour after they headed out on their walk, the three finally make it to the main square of Palmacosta where the festival is being held.

           Rabbit statues of all various shapes, sizes, and colors, lined the cobblestone walkways of the main square and in between each food and merchandise stall. Large vases filled with plum blossom branches also lined the walkways, with two of them being placed in front of the information booth. Anna could only stare in awe at all of the detailed and colorful statues and other decorations as the three slowly walked through the entrance to the festival, her hand still holding onto Kratos’.

           “We should head to the information booth first, then we can look at the rest of the festival.” Anna stated as she looked up at her husband and gestured toward the information booth a few yards from where they had stopped to look around, “I’m especially excited to see what the food offerings are!”

           “Then lead the way, my dear.” Kratos smiled at her softly as he let go of her hand.

           Kratos and Lloyd, who was still sound asleep in the harness against his father’s chest, followed closely behind Anna as the three walked towards the information booth. When they arrived, a peppy young woman with long black hair held up in a ponytail was there behind the counter to greet them.

           “What can I help you with today?” The woman asked as the family approached the counter.

           “We were wondering if you could tell us what this festival is all about. We want to know what its origins are and what exactly it is celebrating.” Anna answered as she glanced up at her husband.

           Just as the young woman launched into her speech about the festival, Lloyd woke up from his little over an hour long morning nap. Kratos glanced down at his son as the boy let out a yawn and rubbed his eyes with his tiny hands that were currently curled into fists. He unfastened him from the harness and momentarily removed him so he could turn him around and face both the counter and Anna, who was listening intently to the young woman’s explanation of the festival. After fastening his son securely back into the harness, Kratos watched, with a soft and gentle smile on his face, as Lloyd took a good long look at his surroundings. The boy appeared to be mostly enamored with the variety of rabbit statues placed along the walkways by the food and merchandise stalls. Lloyd outstretched his tiny arms toward a couple of the statues nearby, babbling and giggling incoherently in excitement.

           “Kratos!” Anna called out to her husband, “Come over and take a look at this with me!”

           He glanced from his son, who was bouncing up and down inside the harness, still giggling and babbling, to his wife with the same soft and gentle smile on his face. When he made the short distance to where Anna stood at the counter, he noticed her intense focus on a thick, leather bound book placed in front of her. The paper and text appeared to be worn and weathered from countless years of use.

           “Every year, this festival celebrates the start of the new year in the lunisolar calendar, which is different from our own.” Anna explained to Kratos as she glanced up at him from the book in front of her, “Each year is symbolized by one of twelve animals, so it repeats every twelve years. This book explains what the twelve animals are and when those twelve animals’ ‘year’ has been in years and decades past. This festival is also a celebration of spring arriving soon, and that’s what the plum blossom branches represent. We should look at which animal ‘year’ our birthdays are listed under.”

           Kratos nodded as he and Anna leaned in closer to the book. Lloyd fell silent and stared wide-eyed with curiosity at the book in front of him.

           “Oh, it looks like Lloyd was born during the Year of the Ox!” Anna piped up as she excitedly pointed at a line of text in the book.

           “Hmm… Interesting. What about you, my dear?” Kratos asked as he continued to skim through the text.

           “Well it looks like I was born during a previous Year of the Rabbit.” Anna responded as she pointed at another line of text on the second page of the book, “See?”

           “I see… What is this supposed to mean, my dear?” He inquired as he began slowly and delicately flipping through more pages in the book.

           “Apparently it depends on which animal ‘year’ your birthday falls under, that determines what your personal attributes like personality, temperament, or even your romantic compatibility with someone born during another animal ‘year’, will be.” She explained.

           His eyes widened a little as he began quickly flipping the pages to try and find the year he was born near the back of the book.

           “Are you sure you’re going to be able to find the year you were born, honey?” Anna teased and let out a soft giggle while covering her mouth with her hand.

           Kratos glanced sheepishly at her for a brief moment before continuing to search for the year he was born inside the book. Much to his surprise, he was able to find the year he was born, and he also found that the earliest date written inside the book appeared to be from about five thousand years ago. The book was so ancient that he was a little shocked it didn’t look more worn and weathered than it already was.

           “It looks like I was born during the Year of the Dog…” He spoke while his lips curled into a small smirk as he pointed at a line of text on one of the final pages near the back of the book.

           Anna was about to make a comment when Lloyd tilted his head back to frantically glance at Kratos, then turned his head to look at Anna, and interjected with, “Mommy! Daddy! I’m hungry!”

           The couple then heard their son’s stomach let out a growl, causing Anna to burst into a fit of soft giggles, while Kratos wore a look of mild surprise. When Anna regained her composure mere moments later, she cleared her throat and turned to face her husband.

           “We should eat then! I’m starting to feel hungry, too!” Anna exclaimed as she took Kratos’ hand in hers.

           Kratos nodded as he allowed his wife to gently pull him and Lloyd over towards the variety of food and merchandise stalls that lined the cobblestone streets to the left of the information booth. The couple spent a total of about ten or fifteen minutes deciding what foods they wanted to try.

           “I can buy the food for us, Kratos while you go and find a place for us to sit nearby.” Anna said as she took off her burlap backpack and began rummaging through it for her bag of gald.

           “All right, my dear. Did you also pack the blanket for Lloyd?” Kratos asked.

           “Ah, yes, it’s right here.” Anna replied without looking up at him.

           She took out the blanket and her bag of gald and handed the blanket to her husband. He nodded at her in thanks before making his way over to one of the picnic tables not too far away from their choice of food stall. Anna stepped up to the counter of the food stall to order their food while Kratos sat down on one side of the picnic table and placed the folded blanket on the unoccupied spot to his right on the bench. He then unfastened Lloyd from his harness and took him out and placed him on the blanket. The boy began to babble and giggle again in excitement, lightly smacking his tiny, mitten covered hands on the table.

           “Sit still now, Lloyd…” Kratos gently chided.

           Lloyd stilled his hands against the table’s surface and turned his head to look up at his father while wearing a grin, “Okay Daddy!”

           Anna made her way over to the picnic table where her husband and son were sitting about fifteen minutes later, holding a tray with an array of plates and bowls of hot food placed on it. She gingerly placed the tray on the table and then sat down across from Kratos. The dishes she purchased included a variety of steamed and grilled fish, a couple bowls of noodles, a plate of dumplings, and a bowl of soup that appeared to contain rice balls that floated on top of the liquid base.

           “Is there any symbolic meaning behind any of these dishes, my dear?” Kratos inquired as the couple began to cut up small, bite sized pieces of fish and dumplings for Lloyd.

           “The fish symbolizes good luck and good fortune in the new year, while this dish,” Anna explained and then pointed at the bowl of soup containing the rice balls, “represents a completed family gathering together.”

           Kratos looked at her with a small smile on his face and commented, “…I suppose that’s not entirely true since Noishe isn’t here.”

           She nodded in agreement as the two went back to making the plate of bite sized food for their son. When they were finished, they placed it in front of him, and he immediately began eating with his tiny hands. The three spent close to an hour eating, chatting, and enjoying each other’s company in the cold winter air.

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           “Ah, this food was so delicious!” Anna exclaimed, letting out a contented sigh.

           “It was, my dear…” Kratos stated, smiling at his wife’s excitement and happiness.

           “The rice ball soup was especially good, since the base had a slight sweetness to it,” She went on, “I would love to learn how to make it so we can have it again sometime!”

           Kratos could only let out a soft chuckle at her enthusiasm as his wife stood up from the table and picked up the tray with their now dirty plates, bowls, and utensils.

           “I’ll go return this tray of dirty dishes while you and Lloyd head over to the merchandise stalls. I’ll meet you over there in a little bit, okay?” Anna stated as she turned and made her way over to the food stall she had purchased their food from earlier.

           While Anna went to return their food tray, Kratos placed Lloyd back into the harness that was still strapped around his chest, and securely fastened him in before he stood up from the table. After retrieving the blanket that his son had sat down on earlier, the two made their way over to the merchandise stalls, where he stood around and patiently waited for Anna. She returned to his and Lloyd’s side moments later, and the three began to slowly peruse each of the five merchandise stalls placed next to the food stalls. Kratos abruptly stopped in front of the third merchandise stall and stared at it with a completely bewildered look on his face.

           “Bunny!” Lloyd exclaimed excitedly, bouncing up and down inside his harness.

           “Is everything all right, Kratos?” Anna asked in a slightly worried manner as she returned to his side.

           “Snow hare… Hmm…” Her husband replied, continuing to stare at the merchandise in front of him.

           Anna shifted her gaze from him to the merchandise he was currently still staring at. This stall was selling nothing but snow hare or snow bunny merchandise, and included a variety of products such as plush toys, charms, and statues that ranged in size from miniature to giant room and floor decorations. The bright, stark white minimalist bunny shaped products all featured crimson colored round and beady eyes. She glanced over at her husband again, and gave him a soft smile.

           “They are adorable. But what about them has you so puzzled?” Anna inquired.

           “Snow hares are a well known symbol in the city of Flanoir, a snow covered city situated on its own island on Tethe’alla.” Kratos explained to his wife, “Possessing a charm of one is supposed to bring good luck and good fortune. How they ended up on Sylvarant is what is so baffling to me.”

           She took his hand in hers, causing him to break his bewildered stare and look down at her, “Well, some of the food we ate earlier was a symbol of good luck and good fortune, so maybe that’s the reason why these snow bunny products are here, too. It also fits with the whole theme of the festival celebrating the Year of the Rabbit.”

           He averted his gaze from hers and stared at the cobblestone floor beneath his feet, “…Yes, but that still doesn’t explain how it made it to this world.”

           Anna gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, causing him to look at her once again, “Don’t worry about it, Kratos. Let’s just leave it at this being part of the festival, okay?”

  ��        Kratos slowly nodded and gave her another soft, gentle smile, “All right, my dear. We’ll leave it at that.”

           Meanwhile, Lloyd nearly squealed with delight as his eyes landed on a snow bunny plush toy that was just the perfect size for him to hold. The couple looked at their son as he began bouncing up and down inside his harness while babbling and giggling incoherently once again.

           “What is it, Lloyd?” Both Kratos and Anna asked in unison.

           “Mommy! Daddy! I want bunny toy!” The boy excitedly exclaimed before bursting into a little fit of giggles.

           The couple smiled at each other knowingly, and they both agreed to purchase the toy for their son, along with a charm and a mini statue as a table decoration for the cabin. After purchasing the three items, Anna hands the plush toy to Lloyd before placing the other two items, along with the blanket and her bag of gald back into her backpack. Lloyd hugs his new snow bunny plush as tightly as he can before suddenly letting out a long, drawn out yawn. Kratos and Anna briefly look up at the sky, realizing it’s late in the day and the sun behind the grey clouds is going to set soon.

           “We should probably head back to the cabin now, my dear. Lloyd didn’t have his afternoon nap, so he’s probably quite tired.” Kratos stated as he looked at his wife.

           Anna hugged herself as she nodded in agreement at her husband, “It’s also gotten colder since we arrived here. Let’s hurry back!”

           With the couple agreeing to finally head home, Kratos takes a moment to unfasten Lloyd from his harness to turn him around and face him. Once the boy was safely secured back inside his harness, Kratos buttoned up his coat most of the way again. The three then made the hour-long journey back to their cabin, with Lloyd quickly falling asleep against his father’s chest, still holding onto the snow bunny plush in his tiny arms. When they finally arrived home, the couple quickly closed the door behind them and removed their outer layers of winter attire before hanging them up or placing them in the designated spots where they belonged.

           “I’ll go put Lloyd to bed, my dear. You go get the fireplace ready.” Kratos spoke softly as he gave his wife a chaste kiss.

           Anna nodded before gently removing Lloyd’s hat from off of his head so she could plant a goodnight kiss on his temple, “Goodnight, my sweet boy.”

           While Kratos went to put Lloyd to bed, Anna made her way over to their stash of firewood and took a few large logs from off the pile. She gently tossed each log into the fireplace, then took the flint stone and some kindle from off the mantle. After rubbing the flint stone and kindle together, the kindle burst into a small flame that she quickly tossed into the firewood. Within moments, a warm and inviting fire illuminated the entire living room. Anna then went to retrieve the snow bunny charm she had placed inside her backpack before leaving the festival, then made her way back over to sit on the couch.

           Once Kratos put Lloyd to bed, he made his way back into the living room and sat down on the couch next to Anna. The couple briefly glanced at Noishe, who was curled up and asleep in his spot next to the fireplace, before leaning back into the couch, both letting out soft, contented sighs. Anna snuggled up against her husband and laid her head on his shoulder while he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer to him. He then leaned down to plant a lingering kiss on the crown of her head. She looked down at the snow bunny charm in her hands, slowly twirling it as she thought about the symbol’s meaning that Kratos told her about and how it relates to the festival they went to earlier in the day.

           “I wonder if this means we’ll have good luck and good fortune the rest of this year,” Anna wondered aloud as she continued to twirl the snow bunny charm in her hands, “What do you think, Kratos?”

           She looked up at him, and he leaned down to give her a chaste kiss on the lips.

           “We’ll just have to patiently wait and see what the rest of the year brings us, my dear.” He replied and gave her a warm, gentle smile once they parted, “Would you like some hot chocolate?”

           “Sure!”

           Kratos smiled at her again and then stood up from where he sat on the couch and made his way into the kitchen to prepare the hot chocolate for them. About ten minutes later, he returned to his spot on the couch, and handed her one mug of piping hot chocolate. The two sipped their hot beverages as a comfortable silence fell between them. Anna cuddled up against her husband again once she was finished with her hot drink and listened to the sound of the crackling fire inside the fireplace. She let out a yawn a few moments later, her eyelids beginning to feel heavy whenever she blinked. He glanced down at her and smiled before offering to take her mug from her.

           “I suppose we should head to bed shortly, my dear. I can take your mug for you.” Kratos said as she handed him her empty mug.

           He then went back into the kitchen to place the two empty mugs into the sink, making a mental note to hand wash them in the morning. Moments later he returned to his place on the couch next to Anna. She looked up at him again, and he leaned down to kiss her on the lips once again. Kratos reached up to cup her cheek as he let his lips linger on hers for a few moments longer this time. When they parted from each other, Kratos went to retrieve the bucket of water that was placed on the floor next to the fireplace, and quickly put out the fire.

           The living room fell dark as Kratos reached out to take his wife’s hand. He took a moment to lift her hand up towards his lips and kiss the back of her hand. They then made their way in the dark to their bedroom door while holding onto each other’s hands tightly. Anna silently hoped and prayed that not only would the snow bunny bring the three of them good luck and good fortune throughout the rest of the year, but that it would bring those same blessings to Lloyd’s life once he was older, and little did she know that one day she would be right.

[nemo-of-house-hamartia]

NEMMMMMMMOOOOO!!! It's so good to see you! I come in bearing hugs and good vibes! My questions to you:

What's your random trivia about your AC pairings?

What Zodiac sign do you think Federico is?

And lastly: how was your Christmas???

TK, MY DEAR!! <3

SO GOOD TO SEE YOU TOO!! <3

thank you for the hugs and good vibes!! LEMME ALSO SEND THEM TO YOU IN TENFOLDS! <3

So, to answer your questions!!

Random Trivia about my OC pairings

Ok, for this one I will take the chance to actually answer for the MonstersMash!AU.

Jacob and Dottie: Their story before the events that unfold in the main story is very much inspired by "Beauty and the Beast" and "Phantom Of The Opera" due to Jacob being cursed with lycanthropy. Also, Jacob is very much the cause and reason Dorothea is trapped in her ghost form.

Federico and Lucia: They are the founders of the Vampiric Republic of Venice. Lucia is the Mistress of the Lagoon, and what she says is Law. There is something going on with her that makes the skin crawls even to other vampires. Federico, while being one of Lucia's Consorts and the one in charge of overseeing the Army of the Serenissima Republic, is also Judge, Jury and Executioner. He is as ruthless as his wife.

Arno and Colette: They have walked together the Earth since Colette have found Arno shot and bleeding to death in an alley in Paris, but Arno is not a vampire due to Colette's immortal kiss but rather due to Necromancy, an art Antoine herself is versed into.

What Zodiac sign do you think Federico is?

I deeply believe, in my heart of hearts, that Federico is either a Taurus. Like, I don't know why, but something in the way he behaves just screams Taurus to me!

how was your Christmas???

My Christmas was relatively quiet, just me, the hubby and Baby Nemo celebrating here in Sweden! Nothing eventful, but plenty of movies that we watched together, like Barbie Nutcracker with Baby Nemo and all possible versions of "A Christmas Carol" with Mr. Nemo. It was quiet and fun and I honestly *exactly* what I needed this year! how was yours????

thank you for the ask, I had fun answering it!

--Nemo

[im00nlight]

Chapter 2: A Knight’s Lady

Danae Emara de Eden, the youngest and final child of the Eden Royal Family. Ever since childhood, the Princess was left in the shadows of her siblings, all who despised being in her presence. At least that is how it seemed to Danae herself. Whenever Danae was in the same room as her siblings, hell even her own father and mother, the room was covered in a deathly silence. Danae, who was a four year old girl, hugged her black bunny plush animal as tightly as she could at the dinner table. She trembled, her father had a strange look on his face. The King was a large man in almost every aspect, from his hands to his feet, to the length of his hair, his shoulders, bust and especially height. The King was a tall and relatively thin man. He had snow white hair and deep red ruby eyes that matched his round yet defined jawline and fox-like monolid eyes, His skin was like warm ivory. The family sat at the extremely large dining table. The Queen and King sat as close as the order would allow it. Their children seated in birth order: Chivette, the oldest, the first daughter Colette, the second, the second daughter, Cisset, the third, the first son, Cirel, the fourth, the second son, Cecil, the fifth, the third son, Carwel, the sixth, and fourth son Carmine, the seventh, and third daughter, Carmone, the eighth, and youngest, Clovette the ninth and fourth daughter. Then there was Danae the tenth and last daughter.

At the end of the long table opposing the king was the Queen Dowager, and the only person in the palace who displayed their love for Danae in a way that she could understand. Danae sat closest to her grandmother, looking up whilst taking itty-bitty bites of the green kale in the red-pepper omelet. She looked down, averting everyone’s gaze as the King went on his daily rounds of asking his children about their day. Chivette was happy as she had met her finance. Colette had been buried in work. Cisset spent the day with his soon to be wife. I can’t remember what the other’s boasted about, but it sure was something. Then he got to Danae, who was barely half way through her already small meal. “How was your day Danae?” That simple question, combined with the fact that the whole table stared intently at Danae, seemingly waiting to see what she would say or do, caused her to burst into tears. The Small Danae, who had only seen her family during parties, birthdays, or in paintings, thought they despised her. She thought they resented her for everything she did, no matter how big, nor small. Nobody ever asked how Danae was, or even gave her hugs, like Danae had seen in so many books about other Princesses. Was she even worthy of being called a Princess? Princesses were calm, cool, generous, virtuous. eloquent, kind, and loved by all. Princesses had long blonde, or brown hair, light blue eyes and glowing pale skin. Princesses had loving family and spouses and lived happily ever after, albeit a rocky childhood. Most importantly, Princesses had animal sidekicks.

Danae was none of these. “Grandmother, am I not meant to be a Princess?” she asked her grandmother, who looked down on her with warm blue eyes. Grandmother patted her back. Her long blonde hair, which was fading into gray, flowed down her shoulders and into her lap, right where Danae was sitting. “Of course you were meant to be a Princess, my dear,” Grandma shimmered. “Look at you! You’re the spitting image of your mother,” Danae looked up, her eyes filled with joy. “Wasn’t mommy a princess?” she beamed, “That's right my dear, your mother was the most beautiful of princesses, many chased after her heart. Everyone from Thieves to beggars, merchants, and noblemen to Kings, and even gods. Nobody was freed from the charm of your mother.” Danae’s eyes sparkled. The Queen had always been the shining pinnacle of beauty, even though she was in her forties and a mother of ten children. Some of whom were entering their early twenties. Her mother was the most beautiful and charitable of her sisters and the smallest among her brothers, standing at around 177 centimeters.

Danae hoped to find her own husband someday when she would become a true Princess. As she got older, Danae held onto her dreams as she watched her sisters and brothers grow up and get older. She had started multiple projects and foundations, all for the wellbeing of the public. She was an aunt, and a sister, beloved by all. She was selfish. Yes, but in the most selfless way possible. She needed love, she valued love so much, but nothing ever gave her the love she needed.

With that, it brings us to the start of our story.

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Danae cried, all the way up the stairs. She cried in confusion, combined with the fact that she could see every step of the spire the higher the knight climbed. Everything had been explained, yet nothing had been told. Everything was confusing, enraging, yet no matter how hard Danae furrowed her brows and attempted to think she could do nothing but clench her fist and keep crying. Keys jingled and the large wooden door went ajar; the Knight lifted the veil of the canopy. Bending over, allowing the princess to easily slide out of his arms. However her arms wouldn’t move from around his neck. She kept him close, her eyes red and her cheeks pale. Her lip quivered, and she whispered, pushing her forehead against his, “Please don’t go.” She begged the knight looking at him in his bright colored eyes, which seemed to be pitying her. The knight could feel himself tempted to stay with her, to ask her why her eyes seemed so depressive, and why as he removed her hands which gripped into each other for dear life from around his cold metal nape her eyes faded. As if they lost all hope for anything at all. It was like the candle had been blown out inside of her mind, nothing but darkness shrouded her cloudy thoughts.

She didn’t move at all as he walked backwards towards the door. But as soon as the door closed, the room exploded with noise. Danae bellowed as if she lost something, as if a piece of her was missing, as if she were stabbed by her own father. The Knight looked back, cries echoing down the spire.

He said nothing, but his silence spoke, and thoughts rang.

‘Why do you cry so passionately? Why did your eyes seem so sad, as if you lost hope in everything all over again.’

He looks up toward the night sky, removing his needless helmet. It was so heavy, yet had no real job. What a useless hunk of metal. Just then the north star shimmered in the corner of the Knight's eye, and a wave of nostalgia ran over him. Suddenly a tear sprouted from the corner of his pale pink colored eye, as his long blue hair flowed in the wind.

‘Would you ever cry like that for me, Danae?’

His eyes closed, defeated. He hated the way her tears rung in his eardrums and her pleas sitting on his tonsil. The Princess Danae had no business being so prevalent in his psyche, but yet she played like a restless undisturbed melody.

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[qapsiel]

                             YES, CASTIEL SUPPOSES THINGS HAVEN'T CHANGED THAT MUCH: instead of taverns, there are bars and roadhouses now, and instead of town fairs — street food festivals, he guesses. Of course, there's also the internet these days and something called Tinder that magically helps your phone to find a fitting partner for you, but he's 96.3 % sure Cain would never try to find a new wife through these means. He doesn't even have the Netflix.

                             "She taught you to love bees?" he repeats with a smile. "She was a very smart lady indeed." Maybe he'll visit her in Heaven one day; just to see what her special place looks like. And maybe she would want to write a letter to Cain, though Castiel isn't sure what good that would do. Perhaps it would only tear open old wounds.

                              "Which era was my favorite?" Castiel echoes then, pulled out of his thoughts of visiting Colette. "Hm — I can only speak for the Northern hemisphere because a different garrison was tasked to watch the Southern, but… I liked the Neanderthals. To be honest, I kinda lay bets on them becoming the dominant species, but it came differently, as we all know. Their poems were just… beautiful. One with the spheres of the world." He looks wistfully out the window for a moment, probably remembering one of those poems. "And a more — well, recent era was Ancient Greece. I loved their philosophy. They could sit for hours and discuss a simple question and really get to the bottom of every single aspect. Socrates was a very wise man."

From an almost-pillowfight Castiel initiated to a heart to heart about long gone days. That was quick. But Cain prefers such to juvenile games, at least in the right company and about matters no longer tearing open old wounds. He notices the change in Castiel's treatment of those hand crafted items, appreciates the gesture quietly. And still stalls in fleeting surprise at the correction— here he made an effort to use modern terms. " Yes, it was, know-all ", drops his retort dry, but with a glint of humor nesting in those usually stern eyes. " Forgive me. I keep forgetting how old you are. " Blame this young man's face his friend made his own.

Those questions Castiel offers hang in the air unanswered for a moment during which Cain sets the pillow in his hands aside. Leaned against the armrest beside him. " We did have taverns, town fairs and through her I've made a small circle of friends, even. " He didn't have any prior, running around slaughtering fellow demons. War in his head and bones. His only friend was his weapon; the thing that now rots somewhere, useless. " She was the one who introduced me to all these things. The mundane I had for so long unlearned to enjoy. "

After more or less staring into a void, seemingly lost in thought, Cain finally shoots Castiel another side glance. " Now guess whom I must thank for my appreciation of bees. " That's when contemplation washes over his face, although he doesn't peel his gaze from the angel's own. " Assuming that you've seen your fair share of humanity since its creation... I can't help but wonder which era you'd say you favored. And why? " If any, that is.