#now i want to make a fic for baby Ophelia!

[in1-nutshell]

@dat-lil-shark

BABY OPHELIA!!!!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Please give this creator love!!! ❤️💕💖💖

The art work is amazing!!!!

[ramonathinks]

5 Husbands by @kingkonoha review contains spoilers under the read more

playlist of a lot of songs that i think fit the vibe of my reading experience and what i felt matched up with the story

Playlist: crack rock by frank ocean, dreamer and valentine by laufey, when im in your arms by cleo sol, ophelia by pinkpatherress, daydream by Ariana Grande, miss romantic by cleo sol, fall in by Esperanza spalding, rain by fauna hues, slow motion by karina pasian, sunshine cleo sol, k by cigarettes after sex, used to love by chloe x Halle, sunset by the internet, pain is inevitable by daniel caesar (fawk him), cinnamon girl by lana del rey , let me know by winona oak, lost by frank ocean, butterfly by corinne bailey rae, piano song by eryn allen kane, float by fauna hues, how does it make you feel by Victoria monet, ivy by frank ocean, step on me by the cardigans, sad girl by lana del rey, wet by dazey and the scouts, frank’s ballad (wiseman) by Alex mankoo, who gets your love by margie joseph, what it is, between the cheats, will you still love me tomorrow, the girl from ipanema by amy winehouse the entirety of amy winehouse back to black album, take the box by amy winehouse

General Review:

Just wow. I did in fact spend like all day reading this and I do not regret it and even though it’s not done… this is literally a 5/5 read. Firstly the way that my baby Tay writes is so phenomenal and the depictions of the relationships and the amount of emotions and thought they she puts throughout the story makes everything so worth it. I really felt so attached to the characters and the overall story like i didn’t care how long the chapters were because i was so interested in the world she build and the CHARACTERS. Like it just keeps getting better and better; the amount of drama and messy that kept me on my toes every chapter. I cannot wait for the next chapter. The amount of stuff that went down in this fic and the route it’s going down idek how she got the life depicted in the first chapter because it’s shit happening every second like whew. I literally got so emotional reading this especially the more recent chapters because my heart hurtssss for reader so bad and it’s just so much strain on her and idgaf that’s my girl! I support women’s wrongs and she got a lot of them but that’s my baby like omg!

Now let’s delve in to my reactions ofc 🙈

CHAPTER 1: okay so obsessed with the fact that reader has a daughter firstly. The way you describe reader’s relationship and the dynamic she has with Armin and even the shift to his pov was very seamless and perfectoooo. The way you got in his head and i feel immersed inside of his thoughts about her and i just thought it was really well written and so beautifully executed. “Being with you but not truly being with you was like having an itch that begged to be scratched.” Like that line right there? It burneddd me and make me feel for him and overall i got invested. Can I add that Armin working in a bakery was very on par with his character lol? Like i love it. Your description of anything is very addicting as well let me add, im a sucker for details so i loved it. I was cheesing DOWN during their moments and when he took her to their childhood hangout place and the hold “date” bit came up and the “but even so, the implication of romance with him felt as natural as breathing.” Likeeee omg i was blushing. “I was always planning on leaving, but…not without you.” Oh that moved me like bad. I’m a sucker for childhood friends to lovers and hearing them reminiscing and just wanting to move out of where they are to make a lifeee was so good. “Since when was he ever so lucky? Since when did fate decide to show him a little bit of pity and mercy? The universe had taken everything from him before he was even old enough to know how to spell the word “universe.”” UGHH you’re killing meeee. And then armin’s backstory stop 😞😞😞. WHEN ARMIN SAID HE WANTED TK MARRY HERRRR OH MY HEART like 😭 crying omg!! Munch Armin Agenda >>>>

Mikasa Cameo yesss. Armin sending reader money 🥲🥲 even though he’s literally going through it ugh, my loveee. The proposal and reader finally getting her steak & lobster please love that for themmmm. Eren… pmo!! … “What they loved more, however, was the fact that he never took his eyes off of you the entire time.” 😄😄😁😁 oh okayyy, don’t know who im rooting for after eren two second cameo. “Nowadays, you had seen more of him than your own husband, and that broke your heart into pieces.” Naurrrrr 🥲 please… ““Is it ‘cause we’re all alone, baby?”” Eren… ERENNN R YOU KIDDING ME MOVEEE like moveee “Can’t control yourself when it’s just us, can you?” MOVEEE

“If you were with me, you’d only be making money for yourself. No one else, baby. It’ll take you wherever you wanna go, buy you whatever want, fuck you however you want. You’d like that, right?” OH FAUK YEWWW, but … omg that’s sexy like please don’t piss me off😭😭

OH FAWK HERR??? FAWK HER MY GODDESSS IS READER SERIOUS RN?? FAWK HER SO BAD FOR THIS IDC

CHAPTER 2: “It was an indisputable fact; scientists measured the elements of his face and declared the handsome man as the literal definition of physical perfection.” Oh that ate !

Eren defending reader yesss #RealMan . “Still though, it’s Eren. Same man who took you away from the person you’re writing about. There’s no way he’d be okay with this.” Jean clocked her im sorry LMAOO??

“You were more than just a pretty face. You were more than just a lovely voice. You were a distraction.” Real… so real.

“You’re such a damn jerk,” Jean snapped. “You can’t take everything you want like you rule the goddamn world, Eren. You stole her away from her ex-husband, but no one’s allowed to steal her away from you, right? Not until you get tired of her and move on to someone else?” CLOCKED LMAKDKA CAUSE WHY WAS I LITERALLY THINKING THE SAME THING LIKE PLEASE MOVE LMAOOO

“Is it true that your ex-husband pushed for your success? And you left him for Eren Yeager?” JEAN MIGHT AS WELL THAT BEEN THE ONE TO ASK THAT BECAUSE INTREEVIEWER CLOCKEDSD HER ! Marriage 😞 please move 👎🏾 why they just pissed me off. J-JEAN ! SIR!!

“Well now, Sarah, there is the possibility that she could have been having an affair! She did leave her first husband for Eren. Who’s to say that she wouldn’t leave Eren for someone else?” THEY CLOCKING HER 😭😭😭😭😭😭 back to back!

Reader locking down all the munches like that’s queen right there! “It was the first time you had ever slept next to him without his arms wrapped around you.” 😞😞 and Jean leaving the band omg… Levi so real lmaoooo

JEAN SO MESSY??? EREN COMING OMG?? EREN ACTUALLY BEING THEREEE OH MY GOSH PLEASE MOVE!!! “But, apparently, all of it was stupid. He felt stupid as he stood there, watching his best friend kiss and touch you. He felt stupid as he thought about the day he proposed to you. He felt stupid as he thought about how much he loved you.” Naur… MY GOSH READER SO ??? she done pissed me off!

CHAPTER 3:

Mikasa clocking her 😁😁🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️ karma x3 and “i want him back” and “that’s not the same thing” LMAOO CLOCKED! LIKE GOT HER

“I didn’t even know that Eren was there! He was avoiding me for weeks a-and said he wasn’t gonna show up. I fucked up, I know that, but he stopped speaking to me. Stopped looking at me. He acted like I didn’t exist…and I was fucking lonely.” She kinda ate idk she back to winning me over. FAWK EREN 😭😭😭

Levi…is he crazy telling her to come with him?? 😭😭😭 like he finna get fucked up about her too is he MAD? “You’ve fooled around with three guys back to back. It’s a little hard to tell which one of them you like the most.” FUCK CLOCKED HER SKSJSK ?? “You’re a homeless woman who’s sleeping at her manager’s house because she cheated on a famous rockstar with his bandmate.” Levi it’s 10am in the morning 😭😭😭😭 please chill. “Last thing I need is for the public to start making rumors about us.” He so damn funny lmaoo

“Yes. Men like Eren and Jean took pure advantage of your naiveness. If you ask me, you should have been the one doing the punching. Don’t sit back and let them walk all over you.” Okayy Annie period queen.

“The singer with more failed relationships than original songs.” 😭😭😭 i be giggling down like the industry is clocking herrrrr bad

Annie and Sasha correct actually 🤷🏽‍♀️ coming from the uno champ myself. “Did I just make you laugh? And smile?” 👀 he better relaxxx he see the reader effect !

Not even divorced and literally got a meeting and kissing on Reiner like 😭 is she mad??

CONNIEEEE??? I AINT EVEN PWEP

“Gonna punch me too? Try it. Go ahead. Do it, and let’s see what fucking happens.” CLOCKED! Lmaoooo

Hickey… why i already knew something like that was gonna go down. Broke my baby heart omg 😞!

“If you loved him, you wouldn’t have cheated on him. If you loved me, you wouldn’t have left me. So you’re still fucking lying.” Armin just came back and clocking her lmaoooooo “I think it’s easier for you to act like you’ve never cared about anyone than it is to take responsibility for your actions. It’s less painful to pretend that you’re completely the victim in this situation than it is to accept that you broke my heart. Eren and Jean’s heart as well. I’m not saying that anyone is in the right or wrong, but I know you. I know you loved me, even if it was just a little bit.” Tea… like girl it’s okay.

CHAPTER 4:

Connie is crazyyy 😭😭? “You know your life is in my hands” & “don’t make me do some easy shit” OHH he crazy

Marco…. Yo?? And they wondering why Connie went mad like be serious.

Arminnn, glad to see he okayish. “You never thought he’d use it on you.” Welllll?? The love of his life fucked him over 😭😭😭 um be serious.

“I love you, and I understand what money and influence can do to a person, but I just miss you. I miss the old you, the person who made everyone laugh during card games and didn’t treat everyone like garbage.” 🙂🙂🙂 ohhh he clocked her this like one of the worst ones.

“No ordinary human being enjoyed the realization that they had changed for the worse. It felt like your insides were twisting up, as if the old version of yourself was begging to come out, buried underneath this new, shallow, perfect celebrity.” ☹️☹️☹️ nooo queenie.

“You’re so in love with Hollywood now, I didn’t think you’d come at all if I told you the truth.” 😟😟 oh um! this is crazy to say ?? why even invite her at all lmaoo??

Reiner’s place is so lived in and loved around like your description really got me cause I can feel it all around and buzzing so lively whew i felt home! Reiner is EXACTLY the type of man who would bring you to meet the family and to propose so i smiledddd because yes just yes!

Jean messy as HELL! THE BREAK IN IS CRAZY AND HER JUST ASSUMING ITS ARMIN

HER SUCKING LEVI IS CRAZY???? MARRIED FOR HALF A SECOND IS SHE MAD?? LEAKED PHOTOS AND ALL THAT IS CRAZY AFTER THE BREAK IN OMG??? 😭😭😭 she cannot catch a break, she been famous for like maybe 2 years what is her problem.

CHAPTER 5:

ARMIN AND EREN GETTING JUMOED BY CONNIE MEN IS SO INSANEEEE. Levi OKAYYY king shitttt yesss. Why is Connie so messy?? Why is he trying to ruin her like omg…

“Y/N’s the only client you give a damn about now. You don’t even give a damn about yourself. Your life is ruined, and yet, here you are, worrying about her.” CLOCKED LMAOO?? JEAN BE CLOCKING EVERYONE LIKE LMAOOO

Album called Heartbreaker, she kinda mother for that 😹😹 like literal queen shit. The story… my eyes almost popped out my head like okay.. Not jean and eren popping out yo! Um Connie and Flint is so…messy for all this. They really getting a personal fuck you.

😹😹 Eren just clocked Flint like I hope he don’t get beat up later but he ate. OH MY GOSH?? What the fuck is wrong with Connie yo?? He can’t hate eren this bad like he’s literally a monster….

NAH READER STFU?? BEFORE HE GET SOMEONE TO WHOOP YOUR ASS TOO LIKE OMG?? BUT WHY SHE VERY MUCH SO CLOCKED HIM LIKE IM GIGGLINGGG 😭😭😹😹 GET HIM AGAIN!

Someone gotta kill Connie like wtf is his problem and to even threaten Levi and the way he doing reader, not even letting her see Reiner… like i feel for her so bad omg. Why is he ruining her lifeeee omg ?? Like im finna cry ??? And then to do that to Reiner :((( omg i feel for everyone in here omg

NAH CAUSE LEVI RIGHT ACTUALLY?? LIKE CONNIE IS LITERALLY OBSESSED WITH HER!

Them being worried about who she gonna end up with is kinda crazy like she being held hostage 😭😭? Thank you Levi for getting them back in order. WHY REINER JUST CLOCKED ALL OF THEM LIKE LITERALLY ALL OF THEM LMAOOOO

CHAPTER 6:

ERWIN JUST FUCKED EVERYTHING UP ??? YO??

“She doesn’t have any loved ones, just a bunch of stupid guys hoping to crawl into bed with her. That’s all she’s good for.” Alright?? Fuck you??

CONNIE SHOOTHIM HIM IS MADDDD OMG

The car ride having me on the edge of my seat just paragraphs in. Connie trying to do small talk like please move…

“Because that would mean leaving, and you knew better.” I’m crying like idgaf she don’t deserve none of this 😭😵‍💫😵‍💫???

“Really? You’re working on your eighty-seventh marriage and you wanna lecture me about being a good person? You cheat and get remarried every season, so shut the hell up.” He tried to clock her but it’s tired at this point so 😭😭😭 please gtfo. Connie trying to be lonely too he can get out like i really dgaf.

Nah Reiner clocked it… I wasn’t even seeing Mikasa fr until he just said that because yes I can see it fr! Like wowww. This Mikasa and Reiner conversation is >>> like i love it.

Poor reader like idgaf, she did that to keep them safe obviously! Why would Jean just say that to eren tb licking connie’s boots like his mom’s life was at risk please ??😭😭😭

THE ENDINGGGG OMG??? I canttttt

[xoxiu]

twinkle - ot7 x reader

chapter 03 table of contents masterlist

summary: she had just wanted attention, that’s why she kept texting the strange number, updating him on everything in her life. little did she know how dangerous this relationship actually was. it had been jimin’s idea to kidnap the girl, but the ability to travel across the world to actually do it had been all hoseok’s doing. convenient how some things work, right? they knew that they were destined to have their baby with them, whether she wanted it or not.

tags/warnings: kidnapping, forced age regression, spanking, noncon, mafia au, drug use, stockholm syndrome, caregiver!bts, little!reader, nonsexual, diapers, panic attacks, fluff and angst, sickfic, referenced child abuse, unrequited love

a/n: i wrote this fic in 2018 on ao3 and wattpad, but im putting it here for archival reasons ♡

It was almost 3 in the afternoon when Ophelia managed to settle the fussy baby down for a nap. Usually Rose napped around 10 in the morning, but she had fussed and cried for hours. She'd cry if Ophelia laid her down, and she'd cry if Ophelia tried to rock her to sleep. The baby must have worn herself out, as she was now fast asleep in her pack and play. 

Ophelia had only cried twice out of frustration in that past five hours. She laid herself down on the couch, basking in the silence of a sleeping baby. Knowing that her brother would be home within the next two hours, she closed her eyes and immediately fell asleep herself. 

Ophelia hadn't heard the back door open, followed by the four pairs of footsteps walking into the house. She didn't even stir when the intruders entered the living room where she and the baby slept. The soft murmurs from the men caused Rose to rise from her nap, giggling and cooing in response. 

The loud sounds of the baby caused Jungkook, Jimin, Taehyung, and Namjoon to stop in their tracks, fearing that the noises would wake Ophelia up. After what seemed like hours, the baby had settled itself, and the four men had all released the breaths they didn't know they were holding. 

"She looks so peaceful sleeping," Jimin said, brushing the hair out of Ophelia's face. Ophelia was still in a deep sleep, her lips pouted and chest rising with each breath she took. Taehyung cleared his throat, causing three pairs of eyes to look at him.

"Should we...?" Taehyung started to ask, gently shaking the bottle of chloroform in his hand. Namjoon shook his head, looking down at Ophelia who was still sleeping peacefully.

"I don't think we'll need it, Tae," Namjoon said, and carefully picked up the sleeping girl into his arms. Namjoon held his breath as Ophelia furrowed her eyebrows, making soft noises in her sleep at the new position. Once she had settled herself, head resting on the tall man's shoulder, Namjoon smiled and began retreating out of the house.

"Well," Taehyung started as they approached the screen door leading to the alley, "that was a lot easier than anticipated."

"Don't say that just yet," Yoongi, who was waiting by the door, spoke up, "We'll most likely need to use the muscle relaxers on her once she wakes up. Chloroform might be too much, but it would calm her down."

Namjoon hushed the man before jerking his head for him to open the door of the rental van. Once open, Namjoon strapped Ophelia into the car seat, mindful of how she was still sleeping and could wake up any moment. The rest filled in once Ophelia was settled, with Taehyung next to her with the drugs for when she woke up. 

From the driver's seat, Seokjin tried his best not to wake up the pink-haired girl with his excited squeals. He could see her sleeping face in the rear-view mirror- long eyelashes resting on her chubby pink cheeks, lips pouted and slightly open, breathing peacefully. She looked absolutely angelic, and Seokjin silently cursed himself for remaining in the driver's seat instead of taking Taehyung's spot next to the little cherub. 

Ophelia slept a half hour through the three-hour long car ride to the hotel. She woke up panicking, flailing her arms, trying to undo the buckle on her car seat and reach for the car's door handle. Thankfully, Taehyung was quick with the muscle relaxer, poking the syringe in the girl's arm after he successfully grasped it in her frenzy. Being injected with the drug had caused Ophelia to scream and cry more, forcing Taehyung to put a chloroform-filled rag over her mouth and nose.

It was easy for Tae to keep the rag in place since the muscle relaxer worked relatively quickly. He figured it would take about five minutes for the sweet-smelling solution to do its job and knock the small girl unconscious. Even with the rag over her mouth, small whimpers and sobs still fell from Ophelia's lips.

"Go back to sleep, baby," Jimin said, reaching over from where he sat on the other side of Taehyung to run his fingers through the pink strands of hair. As consciousness was slowly leaving her and her vision was beginning to turn back, her whines and whimpers turned even more panicked and desperate, begging her captors to remove the rag and let her breathe.

"I know, honey," Seokjin said, looking at her now tear-stained face in the mirror, bright red from crying so heavily. Her noises slowly faded away and her eyes slowly closed, and once again it was silent in the van. Taehyung handed the rag to Namjoon in the passenger's seat, who then threw it out the window. 

She slept for another half hour, but when she woke up this time, she had no strength to fight her way out. The chloroform was still in her system, successfully making her disoriented and lethargic. Internally, Ophelia was in fight or flight mode, but all her body could do was remain seated in the car seat with her head leaning against the side of the headrest of the car seat. Her eyes observed her surroundings and landed on Namjoon in the passenger seat, who was staring at her lovingly with a smile on his face. Ophelia sent him a sleepy glare, with her eyes half closed and still full of sleep. 

"Baby's awake," He said with a chuckle, causing Ophelia to stare at him confused. It took her a moment to realize that he spoke Korean, and even though Ophelia also spoke Korean, it had been a while since she actually heard someone talk to her in the language. Her dad mainly spoke English around the house, but he had taught his native tongue to Ophelia when she was young. Her head hurt trying to wrap her mind around what was being said, but she knew that she had to be able to understand the man if she wanted out of this situation.

Namjoon announcing that Ophelia had finally come to caused Jimin, who was also taking a short nap, to jerk awake in his seat. Taehyung reached down to grab the chloroform bottle and a new rag from the bag down by his feet, but stopped himself from wetting the cloth as Jin spoke up.

"No, don't do that, Tae. She's fine right now, aren't you baby?" Jin looked back at Ophelia in the mirror only to be met with a sleepy, confused face staring back at him. "I think she might fall back asleep soon, anyway."

"I want her to sleep until we get to the hotel, though," Jimin said, motioning for Taehyung to continue to prepare the cloth, but he refused. 

"I will if she starts to get fussy again," he reasoned, "Too much of this and I could potentially kill her."

Even in her dazed state, the statement caused Ophelia's eyes to widen in fear and a small whimper to leave her mouth once she mentally translated what the man had said. She opened her mouth to attempt to beg to be brought home, but she was too weak to make anything beyond a whine. The men all cooed at her, causing her to become even more annoyed. She wasn't a child.

"Taehyung," Jimin said, pulling a tablet out from the bag on the floor of the car, "Find a movie or something that she can fall asleep to on there."

Taehyung nodded as he began searching through the video library, eventually settling on Sesame Street. Once he played the episode, he placed the tablet in a pouch on the back of the driver's seat, figuring Ophelia would be too weak to hold it herself. 

Ophelia gave Taehyung a skeptical look, asking him if he was serious, but Tae simply smiled and pushed Ophelia's bangs out of her face. Ophelia simply sighed and put her attention on the tablet, but soon wanted to cry as she realized the episode was in Korean. In her disorientation, she was just mentally too weak to attempt to understand the language. The man next to her kept trying to encourage her along with the episode, but Ophelia instead closed her eyes with a whine, feeling the onset of a headache coming over her. 

"Taehyung, let her sleep," Jin scolded as he saw Ophelia's eyes close. He softened his voice when talking towards the pink-haired girl, "Take a nap, little one. It seems that Kookie, Hoseok, and Daddy already have in the back." Jin's comment caused Taehyung and Jimin to turn around only to see the three curled up to each other, passed out with earbuds in. 

"How long have they-?" Tae began, only to be gently shushed by Jin, whispering that Ophelia was falling back asleep. 

[wespersdaughter]

surface pressure - bridgerton sister reader

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Summary: Being the oldest Bridgerton sister is much harder than anyone expects, but somehow your family always knows how to make it better.

Warnings: This is pretty angsty, a lot of it is just me trying to get of some sadness. A lot of it involves babies, I’ve got a bit of baby fever right now.

A/N: I reread this fic from @anthonysharmaa and remembered how much I love writing little vignettes with each sibling. I imagine this version of Y/N was born 1788 so between Benedict and Colin, and the vignettes are in chronological order. Final note, I know ‘You Are My Sunshine’ is not from the correct time period but listen, they played an orchestral version of Diamonds by Rihanna in an episode of Season 2, let me have this.

VIOLET

1813 is already proving to be a difficult year for you as the Countess Hampton. January, your third child, Matthew, was born just days after your own birthday. February, you were made a widow at just 25, losing your husband to a hunting accident. March, you are back in London, supporting your sister Daphne’s debut.

Mostly you don’t want to be lonely in your big country house, your children too young to comprehend your circumstances and your staff too busy working to support you emotionally.

You had not loved your husband as your mother loved your father, but Edward was kind and affectionate. He was a good father to your children, he cared for you all deeply. And he set you up wonderfully after his death.

He had even left you a kind letter, detailing his fondness of you and your maternal affection for your children. He apologised for not being a better husband, he was always like that. Too modest for his own good. Considering the circumstances of your marriage, you were actually grateful to have found a man like him.

When you arrive at Bridgerton House, dressed in the customary mourning attire, you’re pleasantly surprised when only your mother greets you in the foyer.

“I didn’t want to overwhelm you and the children.” She kisses your cheeks, squeezing Elizabeth and Ophelia tight as they hug her legs.

“Thank you, mama.” You smile, exhausted beyond belief. Who knew having three children under four, losing your husband and becoming the head of your household in the matter of a month could be so tiring?

You press a soft kiss to your son’s head, before handing him over to your mother. She coos, missing the days when she had her own babies to cuddle.

“Would you like to see your aunts and uncles, darlings?” You crouch down to brush your daughters’ hair from their shoulders.

They nod, clearly excited to see their family. The angels that they are, they keep their ecstatic expressions from their faces, compassionate to your own feelings despite their age.

“Go on then! I’m sure Uncle Greg will have some sweets for you.” You watch your little girls run to the drawing room, muffled greetings and cheers erupt when they burst through the door.

You turn back to your mama, tears building up. She smiles sympathetically, rocking Matthew with the experience only a mother of nine could have. “It gets easier, dearest. They will help.” She returns your son safely to your arms as you sniffle.

“I… I wish he knew.”

“Knew what dearest?”

“He did the best he could.”

“I’m certain he knew, he was simply too reserved to truly speak his mind.”

You huff a soft laugh, thankful for your mama’s attempts at comfort. She presses a handkerchief under your eyes, cleaning your face of tears with the utmost care.

“Let’s introduce Matthew to the rest of his family, shall we?”

HYACINTH

In the months following your father’s death, you had taken over some of your mother’s duties, particularly when it came to taking care of your younger siblings. You knew it would be like this, you’d never seen a love like your parents. It wasn’t something your mama could just get over.

You mostly had to entertain the little ones, Anthony was busy trying to take over as Viscount and Benedict was focused on keeping your mother fed and hydrated.

When you weren’t playing with C through G outside, you were in the nursery, soothing Hyacinth or supporting your mama during feeding.

Sometimes you would fall asleep in the rocking chair near the bassinet, age only making the seat more comfortable. Your mother received it as a gift when she was pregnant with Anthony, so it was at least 20 years old.

It had been a long day of entertaining your younger siblings, Greg had discovered how amusing it was to pull his sisters’ hair. They would chase him around the garden and Colin would sometimes help him get away. This meant that as soon as you could, you went to your baby sister’s room for some peace and quiet. She was a remarkably unfussy child, a trait you would soon wish she kept as she grew.

As soon as you entered, she began to coo, almost enticing you to pick her up.

“Hello, darling girl.” You supported her head like you’d learned when Colin was born.

She kicked her legs and wriggled her arms, a little confused as to why it was you picking her up so late in the afternoon. “I know, I know. Mama’s not having a good day sweetheart.”

You sat in the rocking chair, shifting your grip so Hyacinth can rest comfortably on your chest and shoulder. You rocked back and forth, humming a song softly and rubbing her back.

When she started to get a little wriggly again, you began to sing.

��You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey. You’ll never know dear, how much I love you. Please don’t take my sunshine away.’

The vibrations from your chest sent her straight back to sleep, and the soothing motion of rocking back and forth in the chair soon sent you off too.

Benedict found you a few minutes after you drifted off, still holding Hyacinth protectively. He tried to pick her up, needing to take her to your mother for a feeding. Your grip only grew tighter. Not restrictive, even in your sleep you could never hurt her. Just protective, motherly.

ANTHONY

Your debut into society came three short years after your father died. You were tempted to delay it further, but you were a romantic at heart. Your mama married your father when she was the same age as you were, having Anthony when she was 18.

It went off without a hitch, you weren’t the diamond of the season, but the queen was still impressed by you. The trouble started when you came home from your presentation. Anthony had been quiet all day, at first you thought it was because he was nervous. You were the first of his sisters to debut, you had previously thought your parents would handle it entirely. Then came the recognition that he could be missing your father. You certainly did.

When your mama was helping you get ready, pinning the feathers in your hair, it took all emotional strength you had not to break down in tears. She was so immensely proud of you. But you knew your father wouldn’t be pacing nervously downstairs eager to see his darling girl.

But Anthony was still quiet in the carriage home. Benedict had tried to speak to him, so had your mother, so had you. He simply gave no response.

When you arrived at Bridgerton House, he helped you from the carriage and asked to see you in the study. You simply nodded, concerned about your brother as he stomped away. You kissed your mother softly on her cheek and shooing the little ones inside with Ben.

As soon as you closed the door, your brother released all the tension he’d built up. “What was that?”

You sat down in a chair heavily, incredibly confused by his outburst, “What do you mean?”

“The queen expresses her condolences for our father’s loss, and you simper. She asks how you are feeling, and you smile!” He began to mock your voice, “‘I thank your majesty kindly, and I miss our father dearly.’ Have you been rehearsing that?”

Your face dropped in shock, “I don’t think I know what you mean.”

“Oh please, how much could you really miss him if you had to rehearse speaking about him in front of the queen?” He looked regretful as soon as he said it.

You swallowed hard, steeling your features. You were in no mood for this nonsense, “I understand that this has been a stressful day for you Anthony, but there is no need for this cruelty.”

“Cruel is it? Well let’s discuss your cruelty, forcing our mama to present you in front of the ton and the queen so soon after father died.”

“This isn’t about our parents Anthony, this is about your inability to let me go. To face the fact that I am a grown woman. Now you’re using any reasoning possible to excuse you from any responsibility, for hurting me deeply.”

He had a white-knuckle grip on his chair, clearly your words were having an effect on him. But being a very stubborn man, he was lashing out instead of reaching out. “Perhaps you simply did not feel his loss as I did.”

You stood up quickly, knocking your seat over in your haste. Tears built in your eyes and your voice picked up in speed and volume, “How dare you?! You forget Anthony, but I was there. I put the little ones to bed, I took care of Benedict, I was first in the birthing room with Mama.” You sniffed loudly, voice now breaking through sobs. “Sometimes I hear her screams in my mind, and I think of how close we were to losing her. I know how much was placed on your shoulders that day and I have never pretended that it did not change you. But do not sit there and accuse me of not feeling our loss.”

You marched to the door and yanked it open. You turned back, “he was my father too”, then slammed it shut.

ELOISE

Even at 11 years old, Eloise was incredibly outspoken and precocious. Sometimes to the point of driving you insane.

You had arrived home from the final event of the social season, utterly worn out by the months of interacting with your fellow debutantes, gossiping mamas and generally uninteresting men.

When you didn’t finish the season with a husband, Eloise seemed to take it as a political statement. You did not need a man to be happy in her mind, and this was another year where she could keep you all to herself.

As soon as you stepped in the door, she had attached herself to your waist like a koala, nattering about all the fun you’d get up to now the season was over.

You rested a hand gently on the top of her head, “El, I love you very much but I am feeling rather tired and I would like to go to bed please.”

“No I want to hear about all the stupid men you’re not marrying.”

“Eloise!” Your mother chastised her, trying to pull her away so the others could greet you.

You shook your head, “Mama she’s not going to stop. Let me take her to her room so she can tire herself out.”

You ignored Eloise’s outraged cry, sending the little ones and your brothers off with a hearty goodnight. You kissed your mama on the cheek and took El’s hand, leading her upstairs.

She practically dragged you around, almost slamming her door shut and flopping down on her bed.

“Now that we have some privacy, you can speak freely about your season and how awful it was.” You ignored her, rather going through the motions of getting her settled. “Oh come on, Y/N! You can’t tell me you enjoyed it.”

“I actually did enjoy myself El.”

She bolted upright, positively scandalised. “You cannot be serious.”

“I did, I love these events, I love being social and dancing.”

“So you enjoyed being presented like livestock to potential buyers?”

“Enough, Eloise!” All you wanted was to tuck her in and go to bed and she was making it far too difficult. “I don’t expect you to fully understand what’s happening or why I’m doing what I’m doing. But I want to get married and have children.” You pulled the covers up to her chin, focusing on her confused, slightly distressed expression. “El, just because my dreams are different than yours, it doesn’t make them any less important.”

You kissed her forehead and wished her a good night, finally making your way to bed.

BENEDICT

During your first season, you met another debutante, Miss Jane Bennet. She was the oldest of five daughters, so she quickly became your good friend. This meant you frequently visited her for tea, and often your mamas would join you, eager to gossip to each other.

Now both in your second season, you would spend tea time talking about suitors more seriously, talking through the benefits and detriments of each potential match.

Your mama, bless her heart, was more concerned with your emotional wellbeing and hoping you would find a love match, that she neglected to explain how important your marriage was. How much who you married mattered.

Jane’s mama loved to remind you both of the precarious positions you were in as the eldest sisters. You had to marry a wealthy and high-status man so your sisters could marry for love. It completely changed your standards for who you were looking for. Even if it meant your mama was a little disappointed.

Jane found her match in Lord Charles Bingley early during your second season. You hadn’t had such luck yet. Despite your numerous callers, none seemed to fit even your lowered standards.

Then came Lord Hampton, freshly titled as an Earl following the passing of his father.

Edward was handsome, wealthy and incredibly kind to you. He understood your position and the intense love you held for your siblings.

You were frank with each other: he explained that he needed a son to maintain his ancestral seat (a centuries-old title), and you wanted to at least be friends with your husband. You went through the motions, courting as you should, but without the expectations that you would fall in love. Then he proposed as soon as it was appropriate. It was after dinner, where you announced your engagement to your family, that Benedict pulled you aside.

He led you into a secluded corridor, away from prying eyes.

“Are you certain you want to do this?” He shared the same romanticism you held, being two of three siblings who could appreciate how absolutely in love your parents were.

You smiled amiably, “Benny, I’m honestly happy.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

“Well I don’t know how you want me to answer you Benedict, this is the best possible outcome for me.”

He rested his hands on your shoulders, ready to shake you in frustration. “I want you to be certain about this. I want to know that you’ll truly be happy.”

He took your silence as a sign, he had to do something about it. His dimples just peeked out as he sighed through his nose. “I can go talk to them now, we still have time to call this off.”

When Benedict turned, you panicked, grabbing one of his arms with both hands. “No! Ben listen to me.”

“I cannot in good conscience allow you to marry a man you do not love.”

Your lips turned up sadly, “There is nothing you can do about it, Ben. The Earl Hampton offers great prospects, not only for me but for our sisters. He is wealthy, holds a good reputation in society, and I feel we could grow to at least be friends with each other.”

He sighed heavily, wrapping his arms around you tightly. “If anything happens, anything at all, you write to me and I will be there on our fastest horse.”

You sniffed loudly, “Of course Benny, although Chestnut doesn’t like you.”

You pulled away, keeping one arm wrapped around each other as you went to join the rest of your family. “Now I think I’ve earned the right to some light ribbing, general mischief, against your future husband.”

“Sure Benedict. Just don’t scare him off.”

FRANCESCA

Your sisters, Daphne and Francesca, wanted to be with you every step of the way before your wedding. Daphne was excited to see how everything worked for her own, and Frannie wanted to spend as much time with you as she could before you left.

You were in a carriage on your way to the church, your mama holding Hyacinth on her lap next to Daphne. Francesca clung to your arm, sat between you and a very sulky Eloise.

You were talking excitedly with your mama, dressed beautifully in white. Your family spared no expense getting you ready. You had genuinely never felt more elegant. Francesca was playing with some of the jewels around your neck.

You heard the sound of the church bell ringing, butterflies now fluttering around your stomach. The carriage grew silent. Your mama was struggling to hold back tears, Eloise was even more huffy, Daphne reached a hand out to hold yours. You tried to ease your breathing, the nerves threatening to overwhelm you entirely.

A male voice cried something outside and your brain shifted. You met your mama’s eyes, “I wish he were here.”

She nodded and reached out to hold your and Daphne’s connected hands. “I know dearest, he would have been so proud of you.”

You spluttered a half-laugh, half-sob, “He’d be riding ahead of everyone, double and triple checking everything was going according to plan.”

Daphne giggled through her own tears, “He’d force the boys to line up so he could straighten their ties and fix their hair.”

“I can’t remember Papa.” Frannie’s sweet little voice jumped in, heartbroken that you could all reminisce about a man she barely knew.

“Well, he loved you very much.” You moved your arm out of her tight grasp to pull her tight into your side. “He loved us all very much and he had such high hopes for us. He knew we would all grow up to become special.”

“Really?” She sniffled. Eloise surprised you by offering Fran her hand to cling on to.

“Oh he adored you Frannie. He used to carry you on his shoulders when we played Pall Mall and you would help him direct his shots. One tap on his head for left, two for right. One tap on his ear for a soft hit, two for a hard hit…”

You continued to remind Francesca of the love your father held for her, completely distracted from your nerves, all the way to the church.

GREGORY

You’re certain your children are far too young for you to have favourites. Besides you have only three, it seems rather unfair to the other two. But you can’t deny, if you were to have a favourite, it is Matthew. He’s such a sweet baby, never fussy or cranky, much like his aunt Hyacinth.

Even now, surrounded by aunts and uncles eager to see his little face, he is the perfect little cherub. Elizabeth screamed when anyone other than you or Edward held her, and Ophelia threw up all over Anthony. Matthew seems perfectly content to be passed around like a shiny new toy.

When Daphne hands him back to you, a little reluctantly, you spot Gregory sitting with Anthony, sulking a little. You already have your suspicions as to why. It’s the same reasons Eloise and Hyacinth stayed seated on the chaise when you entered.

You move closer, “Are you not excited to see me, Anthony? Gregory?”

Anthony folds his newspaper, “Nonsense, I’m delighted to see you, sister. Though I do wish it were under better circumstances.” He gestures to your black attire.

You bob your head hoping it comes across as a nod. You look down to Matthew as he yawns softly. Being handled by so many people must have been exhausting.

“Would you like to hold him?” Your gaze doesn’t move from your son but in your periphery, you spot Gregory lifting his hands like he wants to agree. But then they drop as he but defers to Anthony, who gives him a stern look.

You bend your knees slightly, trying to meet your littlest brother’s eyes. “Is that why you didn’t come say hi? Is Anthony being an overprotective worrywart?”

Gregory giggles softly and nods. You ignore Anthony’s incredulous grunt in favour of gesturing for him to stand, “Come, I’ll help you hold him.”

Greg brightens immediately and jumps up from his seat. You sit down, now eye level with him.

You instruct him on how to position his arms, even pushing down a little to make sure he can hold them strong.

Carefully, you place Matthew in his youngest uncle’s arms, adjusting as needed. But Gregory maintains his gentle and firm hold. Once he is comfortable enough, he even takes a step back from you. His eyes stay fixed on Matthew’s sleeping face, awe filling his small body.

“Can I show him to Hyacinth?” He removes his gaze for only a split second. When you nod, he treads gingerly.

You turn to Anthony, “See, he’s a natural.”

He rolls his eyes good-naturedly and pouted, “You didn’t let me hold Matthew.”

COLIN

You’d missed going to these picnics with your family but if you’d known it would just be mamas and young ladies trying to get into your family’s good books by talking to the ‘poor widowed sister’, you’d have stayed at home with your baby.

Your daughters are playing with Gregory and Hyacinth, Colin saddled with babysitting while Benedict holds Matthew. You’re certain you saw a young lady swoon when he smiled at his nephew.

You sit under the gazebo, tuning out the incessant chatter of a mama eager to impress your eldest brother with her ‘compassion’. She’d given her customary condolences then listed off her daughter’s incredible achievements as if that meant anything to you. Your own mama, polite as ever, excuses herself and Anthony, stating that she wanted to enjoy the fresh air.

“Would you like to join us, Lady Buxton?” The blonde shakes her head, and your mama face falters for a moment. She was hoping to rescue you from the woman’s non-stop chatter.

Thankfully Lady Buxton takes her daughter back to their own gazebo, claiming to feel faint from the sun. You wave off your brother and mother as they take their leave.

You close your eyes for a moment, grateful for the peace and quiet. Your ears focus on the sounds of birds gossiping in the trees, your daughters’ cheering when they win against their aunt and uncle, Matthew’s babbling as Benedict tickles him.

Then you hear a hushed voice from behind you, soft enough that no one but you and whoever they were speaking to could hear.

“I heard a rumour that she killed him.” A gasp and some shushing. “Isn’t it suspicious? She has the son they were seeking, and then the Earl dies in a ‘hunting accident’?”

“Well I heard that he visited the ladies of the night rather frequently and he died there one night, so they covered it up with that excuse.”

“Well I heard-“ “Well I heard-“ “Well I heard-“

“Sister?” Colin’s voice jolts you from the words repeating in your head. “Are you alright?” The group of ladies who were saying those cruel things giggle as they walk away hastily.

You nod, mouth twisted with distress.

“Oh I can see that.” He offers you his handkerchief.

You dab under your eyes, “Where are the children?”

As he sits down, Colin gestures to Benedict who chases them around and Daphne who shows off her nephew to a brightly dressed Penelope Featherington and a stone-faced Eloise. You could tell though, El loved her nieces and nephews.

“Are you going to tell what brought those tears on or will I have to interrogate you?” He stuffs a piece of cake in his mouth.

“I miss him.” You run your fingers over the monogram on Colin’s handkerchief.

He hums sympathetically.

“I didn’t love him as I should have, but it still hurts so much.” You sniff, teary eyes meeting your brother’s soft face. “He will never see our children grow, he will never get to watch our daughters get married, he will never be able to support Matthew take over the household.”

Your voice catches in your throat.

Colin continues when you can’t. “It’s like when we lost father.”

You nod, face twisting in anguish. “I miss them both more than ever.”

“Then we shall do what we do best, sister.” He reaches over, grabbing your favourite cake. “Eat until we feel sick and talk about our feelings.”

“That’s never how it works, you just eat and I always end up doing the talking.”

“And? It works doesn’t it?”

DAPHNE

Viewing wedding preparations from the other side made you eternally grateful for your mama’s support. Of course, Daphne’s nuptials were rushed under the circumstances your brother loved to rant about at you. But your mama was an absolute angel.

Having coordinated your wedding, it seemed she learned what was essential and prioritised things by how quickly they could be acquired.

All things considered it was a beautiful ceremony, and despite their denial, you were beyond ecstatic that Daphne had found her love match in Simon.

Even at Daph’s reception, where the focus was meant to be on the blushing bride, mamas and their bright-eyed daughters approach you and your brothers. You’d have thought after the second time their condolences didn’t win them any favours, they would have left you alone.

Now they were eager to prove that their daughters could be good mothers by trying to force you to let them hold Matthew. That was never going to happen and quite frankly, you’re ready to race back home with your children and sleep for a few days.

But your daughters are having too much fun running around and Matthew is finally asleep in your arms, despite Lady Cowper’s best attempts at waking him with her nasally tone.

You spot Daph from across the hall, her smile fading as the constant greetings and thank-yous wear her down. You excuse yourself from Lady Cowper, leaving your brothers to figure that situation out.

Before anyone else can approach Daphne, you ask her to come with you to the dressing room so she can help you with your baby.

You take her hand, pulling her quickly behind you. No one even looks at you, your determined steps repelling them.

Once you’re alone, she thanks you profusely. “I’m not sure how much longer I could have taken that.”

“I had a feeling you needed a moment to breathe. Besides I need a break from carrying this one.” You hand Matthew to her, pressing a kiss to his head. Then you move to a mirror, checking your dress and hair, making sure everything was where it should be.

“Did you enjoy the ceremony?” She asks nervously.

“I know it was not quite what you wanted, but I truly could not be happier for you.” You make your way back to them, brushing a finger over your son’s soft cheek.

“I wish I could have had what you had.”

“No dearest. What I had with Edward was different. You love Simon,” You ignore her annoyed expression, “and I’m certain you will be very happy with him.”

You take Matthew back, placing a hand gently on Daphne’s cheek. “I am the proudest I’ve ever been. I love you so much Daphne.”

She takes your hand, “I love you too, Y/N.”

[theladyofbloodshed]

So that anon's theory about Amren and babies made me think of a crackfic that I would love if you could do (it is however somewhat Amren centered and I'm aware you don't like writing her so you can refuse this-I completely understand)-

( I would like if this is set after your AU ACOSF cause that for me is the only Nessian story I find acceptable but again whatever you wish to do-you're the writer :) )

So basically Nessian's baby (daughter) who is now around maybe 1 years old (whatever age babies start crawling or moving and somewhat talking on their own) and has had some sort of attachment to Amren.But now that the baby is able to move around herself she's taken to trying to follow Amren everywhere.And no one is able to stop her or distract her.Maybe she even has a babbled random name for Amren as well that the whole NC finds hilarious.

So basically Amren spends a whole day hiding from the baby only to be found every single time much to her annoyance and the IC's amusement.Like she's just going around the river estate hiding from a 1 year old in random places only to be found each time.Maybe at some point she decides to leave to summer court but is again found by the baby when Nesta is also at summer to talk to Cresseida about the fund and has her daughter with her.Idk how this ends or what even happens.It's purely a crackfic idea in my mind so it doesn't have to be completely factually correct or anything.Infact I love the way you think up stuff so if you take full reigns over this idea then that's great too :)

Ofcourse I understand if you don't want to write an Amren centric fic since you don't really like her (same btw) and usually write Nesta centric fics only but it's something about her experiencing her own form of torture with having a drooling babbling baby cling to her lol.

I'm also the same person who had requested the hormonal and pregnant Nesta fic and I absolutely loved it.If you do decide to write it I think it would be interesting if this fic is a continuation of that one of some sort.Thankyou so much!

I love your works!!Infact you are the reason I joined tumblr and discovered so many other authors so really you were my gateway.I can't wait to read your original work when ( used when- because it will happen because you're obviously talented enough to get it) you get published in the future!!!

Awww that makes me so happy that you joined and found more fics. There are so many talented people on here!

I've written just a short one (1.3k) of Amren getting terrorised by baby Nessian!

The ancient one called his name over and over until her voice had grown hoarse. He cut his shower short to see why Amren was howling his name like a wounded beast. She’d been terrifying with power – now, she was just a tiny female who made lots of threats with nothing to back them up.

‘What is the problem?’

Amren stood on a chair, as far to one side as it could go without tipping. ‘It’s followed me again.’

A growl rippled from his chest. ‘My daughter is not an it.’

‘Take it – her – away.’

Phia had always had a strange fascination with Amren. As soon as she could focus her eyes on faces, they always searched the room for the female. It had taken all of them months of chipping away at her to even hold the baby – and then Nesta had needed to remove her after less than a minute because Amren panicked.

Cassian swooped down on Ophelia then whooshed her up into the air so a big, beaming smile came onto her face. It seemed that Amren had been working at the table when she’d been snuck up on. Since she learnt how to crawl, there wasn’t a room that Amren could go to for an escape. Nesta might have given her daughter a helping hand from time to time too.

‘Your daughter is terrorising Amren again.’

Nesta stretched out on the couch. There was a book beside her, but since having a baby, sleep was prioritised over any other hobby.

‘I know. I could see them.’

‘Didn’t you hear her calling?’

Nesta snorted. ‘I did. Phia was fine, just trying to pull herself up.’

‘Wait until she learns how to walk.’

Nesta grinned. ‘And how to fly.’

Poor Amren would have no peace. She had seriously asked Rhys about defecting to the Summer Court. Nyx had never been bothered with her – or she to him. Ophelia had different plans. And Nesta seemed to enjoy her torment.

Nesta scooped the baby to her chest then kissed the crop of dark hair. The wings were a welcome surprise; they were not entirely sure whether the Illyrian genes would be passed along. Cassian had already planned her flying lessons and all the places he could take his daughter once she’d learnt.

‘Can you believe we made her?’

Nesta threw him an incredulous look. ‘I was just the vessel. This is your child. Ten months inside of me to come out looking exactly like your father, you poor, sweet girl.’

‘When we have a boy, he’ll look like you.’

‘Oo, you ripped me from front to back,’ she said in a sing-song voice as she slathered the baby with kisses to make her giggle. ‘If your papa thinks I am ever letting him touch me again, he must be sillier than I thought.’

Amren stood in the doorway and shuddered.

‘Would you like to come with us to the park?’

‘I would rather spend another eternity in the Prison.’

Nesta gave her a sweet smile. ‘I shall inform Rhysand of your request.’

***

Sure enough, once Phia had learnt to walk, Amren was her go to person. Sometimes she’d even start to cry if Amren didn’t pick her up – then Amren appeared as if she might burst into tears as a result. And every time, Nesta would watch with a smirk. Cassian saw her exchanging vindictive grins with Azriel from time to time too as they delighted in Amren’s torture.

There was no escape. Ophelia had learnt how to walk and how to pull herself up to surfaces in quick succession so even if Amren was in a chair, Phia would go to her then haul herself into Amren’s lap before she had a chance to get away. Her wings were growing stronger so, soon, Amren would never be able to escape.

Sometimes she was brave enough to lift the girl back down before running away. Other times, she remained pinned to the spot, calling out for help. The only one who ran when she called was Varian. What didn’t help was how utterly obsessed Varian was with Phia either. She was happy to go to him and he’d play with her for hours, much to Amren’s torment.

‘I don’t understand what is enjoyable,’ she confessed over dinner when Ophelia had wheedled her way onto Varian’s lap and helped herself to everything on his plate.

Cassian had thought that Nesta might prickle more over Amren’s words, but she only ever shrugged them off. If their daughter was hassling Amren, it gave her a moment of space. Nesta enjoyed the peace where she could wolf down her dinner without interruption.

‘Are you telling me that cracked nipples and sleepless nights do not appeal to you?’ She asked between mouthfuls of food.

All of the males around the table winced.

Since having a child, Nesta had lost any reservations or propriety. Cassian had stopped trying to protect her modesty each time she whipped out a nipple to feed Ophelia.

‘Don’t forget cleaning shit out of her belly button when she explodes.’

Mor gagged. ‘Is this a topic for dinner?’

But Rhys had nodded with understanding at Cassian’s words. They had all been there the first time Nyx had woken screaming from a nap absolutely covered in his own filth. Feyre and him had some sort of deal where one of them could refuse entirely to be involved and Feyre slammed down her portion of the deal in record time leaving Rhys to manage it alone.

‘She’s trying to touch me,’ Amren hissed, leaning to the side to stop Ophelia from reaching her.

‘Varian, she’s going to cry if you don’t hand her to her favourite person,’ Nesta teased.

The Summer Court male panicked. He doted on that little girl and would never want to see her upset, but Amren would eat him alive. The former won out with her wobbling bottom lip – which was definitely inherited from her mother. She might have been Cassian’s double in appearance, but the personality coming through was all Nesta.  

Ophelia pressed herself to Amren. Her chubby, little arms went around the female’s neck as she imitated the same noise her mother made when she hugged her. The moment ought to have been sweet, but Amren looked to be in physical pain or as if somebody had a knife pressed to her throat.

‘What does she want?’

‘Hug her back,’ Cassian suggested.

Amren blew out a breath. Then inhaled. Blew out again. Her eyes screwed shut.

'I can't.'

Azriel burst into laughter, surprising them all.

‘She looks like we’ve asked her to hug the Attor. She’s a baby, Amren.’

‘I would hug Nyx,’ she said, straining her face upwards to keep away from Phia, ‘but there’s something not right with this one.’

‘Feyre, will you swap our babies over.’

Amren’s silver eyes went wide. ‘No.’

‘I think bonding with both would be good for Amren,’ Feyre replied, carrying Nyx over.

He’d been a lovely baby. A very easy one too, content to slumber in people’s arms or sleep solidly through the night from one month. As soon as he’d hit two, a different child had emerged. Cassian was happy to admit that his nephew was horrid. Nyx quite enjoyed biting. And kicking. And hitting. And hair pulling. And the word no. Rhys had even made a joke about dropping him in Windhaven early after Nyx had thrown his bowl of soup directly at Rhys’ face.

‘Please, not him. Please, Rhysand. Rhysand. I will quit. I will leave this court and join Autumn if I have to.’

‘She’ll give up all of our secrets if confronted by an infant,’ Azriel mused, another wicked smile flitting onto his lips.

Feyre was too kind and hauled a thrashing Nyx back to his seat - but the threat was always there.

‘Phia loves you,’ Nesta crooned.

‘Amam.’

Nesta grabbed hold of Cassian’s hand. ‘She said her first word.’

‘That was not a word,’ Amren seethed.

‘She said your name,’ Varian said with pure delight.

‘My name is not Amam.’

‘If you think we are calling you anything else from now on, you’re dead wrong.’

Amren shook her head. ‘I wish I had stayed dead.’

[shemarmooresfedora]

Proud Parents

Summary: The twins are full of unexpected surprises today. (this is a stand-alone one-shot of my finished fic ‘Rebuilding Family’)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Content: pure fluff

Word Count: 1.2k

Masterlist

“Ice cream!” Jo exclaimed.

“Jo, do you know who I am?” Spencer asked, “Ice cream was the first thing I added to the grocery list.”

You entered the room with the twins on each hip, “Bath time is finally over. Mommy wants to garden now.”

You handed Ophelia off to Spencer but Ollie firmly latched his chubby little hands around the strap of your overalls so he couldn’t be passed off.

“Such a Momma’s boy,” Spencer chuckled, strapping Ophelia into her carrier.

Unlike her brother, Ophelia loved going on errands and exploring new places with her curious eyes.

“Jo, are you going with Daddy or staying with me?” you asked.

“I have to make sure Daddy gets everything,” she told you.

“I forget your dino chicken nuggets one time and I’ll never live it down,” he joked, “Alright, up, Princess.”

Spencer lifted Jo up onto his shoulders and he grabbed Ophelia’s carrier handle, pocketing the grocery list.

“Bye, I’ll be back with stuff to make dinner,” he kissed you.

“What’s on the menu tonight?” you inquired.

“Chicken broccoli alfredo,” he replied.

“Sounds delicious,” you hummed, “Me and Ollie will be tending to the garden.”

“Ollie, don’t let Mommy force you to do all the work,” Spencer feigned seriousness.

“Alright, bye, my love,” you ushered him out the door.

“Love you too,” Spencer replied.

“Love you three,” Jo added.

-

You placed Ollie in his outside baby carrier and tied your hair back, putting your gardening gloves on. Ollie had his little giraffe bucket hat on to protect him from the evening sun.

You and Spencer had been trying to get the twins to talk because they had just had their first birthday so it was around the time when babies start to speak in simple words. So, you and Spencer would describe everything you were doing when around the babies.

“Mama is weeding around her cucumbers, Ollie,” you explained, “Now, I’m watering the lettuce. See how green and crispy it looks. It should be ready to pick in a couple of days and we can have a nice salad.”

You walked back over to the spigot to turn the hose water off when you heard a little voice go, “Mama!”

You whipped back around to see Ollie reaching out towards you.

“Did I just imagine that?” you thought out loud.

“Mama!” Ollie repeated.

“Oh my god, baby!” you ran over to him and picked him up, swinging him in the air and littering him in kisses, “That’s right! I’m your mama!”

“Oh no, Spence,” you worried.

-

Spencer and his girls made their way down the freezer aisle of the grocery store. Jo was sitting in the cart and Ophelia was on his hip.

Spencer stocked up on frozen purées which was a sweet, refreshing treat for the babies on a hot summer day.

“Which ones, love bug?” Spencer asked.

The twins had been affectionately named ‘the love bugs’ by Spencer because they were always crawling all over the house.

Ophelia pointed to the apricot one, “You like the yellow one, baby?”

He placed a couple in the cart and some strawberry ones too because those seemed to be Ollie’s favorite.

“Alright big girl’s turn, what flavor do we want this time?” Spencer turned towards the ice cream.

“Let me think,” Jo observed the ice creams through the foggy glass door.

Ophelia was squirming in Spencer’s arms.

“What’s wrong, bug?” Spencer asked even though Ophelia had yet to speak in coherent words for the first time.

Spencer checked her diaper and it was dry so that wasn’t it. He noticed she was eyeing the floor.

“Okay, Mommy isn’t going to be very happy with me letting you crawl on the floor after your bath but I won’t tell if you don’t,” Spencer set Ophelia down right next to him.

She was able to stand on her own with support so he leaned her up against one of the glass doors as he grabbed Jo’s choice of ice cream.

Seconds later, he looked back down and Ophelia was gone. His heart rate increased tenfold. He knew this feeling all too well, it’s how most child abduction cases start. One second they’re there, the next, they’re not.

Luckily, when he started frantically looking around, Ophelia had only moved a few feet away.

“Oh thank god, she just walked away,” he sighed in relief, “Oh my god, she walked?!” Spencer exclaimed, running over and scooping his little girl up who had unceremoniously toppled over on her butt after a couple steps.

“I am so so proud of you, love bug,” he hugged Ophelia close to his chest, kissing the top of her head, “Oh no, Y/N.”

-

You were pacing in the living room while Ollie had tummy time on the carpet when Spencer returned home.

“Look, Mommy! I’m helping,” Jo showed you all the grocery bags she was carrying.

“What a strong girl,” you beamed.

Spencer came in right behind her, shooting you a nervous smile which you returned. He set Ophelia down with her brother and sister in the living room and then reentered the kitchen to help unload.

“I have to tell you something,” you spoke, “Please don’t be upset.”

“Well I have to tell you something and I don’t want you to be mad either so let’s just call it even right now,” Spencer replied.

“Ollie said his first word while you were gone…” Spencer smiled at your words, “And it was ‘Mama’,” Spencer’s smile widened.

He ran into the living room, picking Ollie up, “You spoke today, love bug! I’m so proud of you.”

He turned to you, still cradling Ollie in his arms, “Why would that upset me?”

“Well, Jo’s first word was also ‘Mama’ so I didn’t want you to feel like ‘Dada’ was being forgotten,” you explained.

“Love, do you see the way that boy clings to you? I could tell from the moment he came out of the womb that he was going to say ‘Mama’ first,” Spencer laughed, “As long as they eventually call me ‘Dada’, that’s all I really care about,” he rubbed his nose against Ollie’s lovingly.

“What were you going to say?” you asked.

“I put Ophelia down in the grocery store today,” Spencer gauged your reaction which at the current moment was a glare, “and she started to walk away.”

“Oh my god! She walked!” you scooped the other twin up in your arms, covering her in kisses, “You’re giving them a bath next time,” you told Spencer, “I can’t believe the germaphobe put our precious clean daughter down on the dirty grocery floor.”

“She was squirming like crazy, love!” he defended himself, “I thought I was going to drop her!”

“Fine, you’re forgiven,” you kissed him, “Looks like we had some pretty big accomplishments today,” you beamed.

“We most certainly did. I’ll get started on dinner,” Spencer kissed Ollie and set him down in the play pen.

“I can help,” you offered, setting Ophelia down as well.

You and Spencer headed into the kitchen, starting to prep the ingredients when you heard a faint “Dada!”

You and Spencer’s eyes both widened excitedly as you ran into the living room again.

“Ophelia talked!” Jo grinned.

“Yes, love bug, I’m your dada,” Spencer beamed, lifting the child into the air as she giggled.

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[bebepac]

Cereal Killer 🥣

Not to be confused with SERIAL  KILLER!!!!!

I am participating in @wackydrabbles​​ prompt # 140 “you should worry about that tomorrow” which will appear in bold.  

The Book:  TRH Series:  Fast Forward Pairing:  Liam x Riley Warnings and Ratings:  Fluff all around.  I know you don’t see this from me a lot.  Word Count: 1129 Song Inspiration:  Hungry Girl: A Blurred Lines Parody Summary:  Riley is 16 weeks pregnant with the royal heir and wants some snacks from home.

If you enjoy this story, you will also enjoy an oldie but a goodie from me  

Apple Crisps

Original Post Update 04/02/22 at 10:46PM EST.

A/N:  This idea came about when I posed a question to the fandom if Drake Walker had to eat cereal, what kind would he eat.  @angelasscribbles​​ took it to another level and wondered what would the others eat, and how Liam would react to cold cereal.  I asked her could I use this in a fic, and she gave me her blessing to.  Thank you.  I also mentioned my girl would be a fan of Cinnamon Toast Crunch.  I’m putting this in the Fast Forward universe as I believe it’s the closest of my story lines to it.  

A/N2:  I mentioned the idea to @dcbbw​​  and she said I had to make my Riley pregnant in this, and honestly at first, I hadn’t thought about.  I originally had planned to be my Riley in social season craving some snack comforts from home.  And so it evolved into this little jewel. Thank you my friend.  

A/N3: And I know @queenwalton​​ has followed me from pretty much the beginning of my writing journey on this site, and she loves Fast Forward so much and just recently had a birthday that I wanted to dedicate this one to her.  Thank you for being my long distance healthcare worker friend, that I can always vent to, talking about the joys of being in healthcare in a pandemic.  And just checking in on me just to say hey.   Happy belated birthday!

Life was good. Correction, life was great. Riley never knew her life would be like this. Especially after the accident.  After the car accident that took her adoptive parents' lives Riley moved between group and foster homes until she wound up with of all people, Ophelia Smith who ironically took care of her parents.

One faithful evening Riley bumped into a handsome stranger on the street and she spent the night with him. Who knew that handsome stranger was actually the crown prince of his country in disguise, and would be able to offer Riley the Cinderella dream of a lifetime?

Riley Brooks went from a waitress and a pharmacy tech, to a lady, then a Duchess, to become  Queen Riley Rys of that country,

ruling next to that blue-eyed  stranger she bumped into on that fateful night on the streets of New York. And now she was preparing for what she thought was the biggest adventure of her life…. Motherhood.

Riley and Liam hadn't started decorating the baby's room yet, but they had so many onesies that had cute little sayings on it  that they had already filled up a dresser full of clothes. They bought them for each other as a game to see who could get the funniest one while they were on their pregnancy journey.

Riley Brooks-Rys smiled down at her baby bump, rubbing it affectionately.  She was 16 weeks pregnant with her  first child with Liam, King of Cordonia, a child destined to be the future crown prince or princess of the country.  

Riley Rys was having pregnancy cravings, and ��it also didn't help that the only thing that didn't make her  projectile  vomit with morning sickness were nacho cheese Doritos and caffeine free root beer.  

Riley sucked the cheese powder off her fingers before she started typing on her computer. Cordonia had the best sweet treats but Riley was craving the snack comforts from home.

"So what do we want little one? I know we want more of your go to that makes you happy."

Riley added another case of nacho cheese Doritos to her Amazon shopping cart, and caffeine free root beer.

"I feel like we should get something different. Anything jumping out for you? No? I'll pick something good for us, that I know you'll love."

Riley scrolled through the food items until her interest was piqued.

Riley felt a soft kick and she knew.

"So we agree then?"

She rubbed her tummy.

"Okay, you're the boss."

"Now, if I may make a recommendation?  I think we would enjoy these as well. They will be new to you, but they are an old favorite of mine. Thoughts?"

Riley felt another kick, this time a little harder.

Riley added a case of cinnamon toast crunch to her shopping cart.

"Glad you trust me little one. Mama won't steer you wrong when it comes to American snacks and junk food. Your daddy will school you on all the healthy stuff and fine dining. Everything else? You should worry about that tomorrow.  I take that back. You won't need to worry about a thing. Mommy and Daddy will handle it for you. Because we love you to the moon….

"And back again."

She smiled at Liam as he walked up to her. He knelt and gently rubbed ther stomach.

"We love you so much already, and you're not even here yet. We can't wait to meet you, our beautiful sweet Baby Love."

"I like that name.  Are you finally on team girl with me? Because you basically just called the baby a mini me."

Liam smiled. "A little you walking around,  twirling in sparkly dresses like her beautiful mother does? I'd love that."

"I love you."

"And I you. I will leave you to order your snacks and turn a blind eye to the ungodly amounts of processed food you are feeding our unborn child."

"She loves it!"

Riley exclaimed with glee a few days later when the courier brought her  boxes of goodies.

"Did you know you're my favorite person today?"

"Thank you Queen Riley." The courier tipped his hat leaving her boxes of yummy goodness.

That night Riley woke up jonesin. Liam was sound asleep. Cinnamon Toast Crunch was what she wanted; Mama and baby agreed. She poured herself a huge bowl of cereal and got her milk out of the mini fridge Liam had installed in their quarters since Riley had cravings, and to save her endless trips to the kitchen in the middle of the night.

Riley got back in bed sitting criss cross apple sauce eating her cereal and milk.

She was only a few spoonfuls in when Liam rolled over rubbing his eyes.

"Riley what on earth are you eating?"

"Cinnamon toast crunch."

"Why is your food so loud?"

"It's cereal."

"Did you forget to cook it?"

"No, it's cereal. You don't cook it. You eat it cold. It's for breakfast."

"What does it look like?"

"Have you never had cereal before?"

Liam sat up to look into her large cereal bowl.

"No. My father would have been livid being served a cold breakfast from the cooks in the kitchen."

"Do you want to try it?"

The look on Liam's face was priceless; he still had questions.

"So it's cold and crunchy?"

"Oh my God, Liam go back to sleep."

"I would… if it didn't sound like my wife was eating a bowl of extra crunchy glass in surround sound right now."

"Well the baby likes it."

"Let me try a spoonful."

"I don't know if we're sharing our bowl of extra crunchy glass with you."

"Riley…." Liam laughed and he softly rubbed her shoulder smiling.

Riley let out an exasperated sigh.

"Come here."

Riley fed Liam a spoonful of cinnamon toast crunch.

"Why are American breakfast cereals so sweet?"

"Cuz, those are the best kind. Well there are cereals that aren't sweet like this like Raisin Bran, but only serial killers eat that for breakfast."

"As long as we're not feeding the baby what serial killers eat, I guess we're acing this parenting thing before we get out the gate then right?"

"My sentiments exactly!"

Liam laughed settling  back into bed listening  to his pregnant wife eating cereal sounding like a she was using jackhammer on a busy street.

Little did he know.

Five and a half years later….

Liam woke up to crunching yet again. He rolled over in bed to see….

Ellie. She was sitting criss cross applesauce in bed with a bowl of baby carrots.

Liam smiled looking at his daughter, wearing a white gown with teddy bears on it, with long unruly curls, like her mother crunching away on her snack.

"You are just like your mother."

"Do you want one Daddy?"

"Yes Baby Love."

[marvels-writings]

Moments like These

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist

Requested by @procrastinatingsapphictrash​ : Natasha x reader with prompts 1, 16 and 27 from the types of kisses prompt list? You don't have to do this since I know you asked for angsty prompts, I was planning to but then I saw this and it was so sweet! Btw I love your fics!

1: Small kisses littered across the other’s face.

16: One person pouting, only to have it removed by a kiss from the other person.

27: Kisses exchanged while one person sits on the other’s lap.

Summary: Moments like these, making dinner for your girlfriend and falling in love with her all over again are everything to you. 

Word Count: 1.1k (shortish and oh so fluffy)

A/N: This is like EXTREME fluff, it’s kind of to make up for the angst requests I got earlier. But it really is tooth rotting fluff and you’ll love it

A warm smell blanketed the room in its comfort, radiating from the oven to infect the rest of the apartment. The smell wasn't in any way unwelcome, just unusual. Soft music accompanied it as you sat on the bar stools, waiting for the dish you'd spent hours on making to cook.

Beef stroganoff shouldn't have taken you more than thirty minutes, but you'd made everything from scratch. Your only hope was it resembled what Natasha missed in Russia. The dish was to spoil her when she came back from the mission since you knew how much she had been dreading it.

It seemed almost right that she didn't want to take it as she walked back in, looking exhausted and beaten. A bruise was formed under one eye, soot covering her face and her ripped suit. Her red hair was dusty, tied back into a messy braid. She limped in, perking up at the smell surrounding your home, her eyes searching for you.

Natasha chuckled when she saw you seated on the barstool, humming to yourself, oblivious to her. It wasn't until you heard her laugh did you notice she was there; you grinned and beckoned her over.

"Nattie!" You exclaimed excitedly, meeting her in the center of the kitchen. Her smile grew at the nickname you called her, already happier now that she was home with you.

Your arms encompassed her waist in a tight hug, bringing your head to rest on top of her shoulder. Her arms wrapped around your shoulders tightly, tucking her face into the crook of your neck. You felt her take in a deep breath and let it out, grounding herself with you.

The longer the hug took, the more weight she rested on you. The exhaustion rolled off of her in waves; you knew all she wanted was to sleep. But she had to eat first, even if it was to gratify the hours you'd spent making stroganoff for her. It was because you knew she didn't eat until she was safe at home with you.

"Hi, love," Natasha squeezed you tightly before letting go. Keeping you close, she looked around the kitchen to see the ingredients for her favorite dish strewn around. She raised a silent eyebrow, gesturing with her head to the rest of the kitchen.

"I thought it would cheer you up." You grinned, pulling her back towards the barstools to take a seat.

Natasha ignored the chairs; instead, she slid into your lap, wrapping her arms around your neck. She treasured in your reaction, the way your jaw slacked open, and your raised eyebrows. She chuckled, leaning forwards and kissing the top of your hair.

Warmth emanated from her; your arm slid around her waist to keep her upright. Somehow, even after almost a year of being with her, she still made you nervous. Natasha was well aware of the effect she still had on you, taking advantage of it whenever she could. Moments like these caused her to remember just how far she had fallen for you.

You cleared your throat, trying to rid yourself of your flustered expression, and pulled the recipe book towards yourself. Not trusting your voice to come out right, you pointed to the recipe you used. Your girlfriend ignored it, not even glancing towards the recipe, instead leaning towards your lips.

"Cheering me up now," Natasha whispered, her breath fanning over your face. Her lips turned up into a smile when she heard you gulp beneath her.

The smile remained on her face as she met her lips to yours. Her lips were dry and a little chapped, but they were still so soft as you kissed her. Her hands wound around your neck, playing with the baby hair there, feeling the rise in response to her. Your hands tightened around her waist, letting yourself get lost in her.

Natasha pulled away slowly, panting as she rested her forehead against yours. Her eyelashes fluttered against yours, breath hitting your face. A hidden smile crossed your face, leaning forward to meet her lips in another soft peck.

She chased your lips, leaning forwards, but you pulled away. The redhead pulled away, pouting at the lack of attention. You chuckled, shaking your head at the deadly Black Widow pouting in your lap. Seeing her so open and soft around you made your heart soar, keeping this moment closer to yourself.

"Shower first," You spoke, wanting to continue but finding it hard to when she continued pouting at you.

She looked down at herself, sighing when she saw the need to go shower. You knew she would, but for now, she kept pouting at you for more attention. Indulging in her requests, you met your lips to hers again, feeling her smile underneath you.

These kinds of requests, you'd always oblige in.

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Natasha walked into the kitchen again, a towel tousling her wet hair as she watched you in the kitchen. She sat herself on the barstool, a smirk crossing her lips when you didn't even seem to notice her presence behind you. You were far too absorbed in getting the dish onto some plates.

It sometimes worried her how oblivious you were to everything around you. But now, watching you prepare dinner for her, was not a time to be worried. She cleared her throat, watching you jump in surprise and turn around towards her, the plate of stroganoff still in your hands.

"Beef stroganoff?" She raised an eyebrow in mock surprise. She pretended she didn't know what you'd been making based solely on the smell and the ingredients. Humoring your efforts got her the reaction she wanted. The adorable smile as you set your creation in front of her.

Natasha chuckled, the smell filling her nostrils and calming her as she beckoned you over to her. You took your plate, setting it down in the seat next to hers. A squeal left your lips when Natasha abruptly pulled you into her, keeping you close.

"Thank you," She murmured into your shoulder. You smiled, your hands reaching up to rub her back comfortingly.

You knew she wasn't used to having someone take care of her. It had surprised her when you'd stayed up a little late to welcome her back from a mission for the first time. Making her dinner and spoiling her was a change, but one you hoped she could adjust to.

Natasha pulled away, only to pepper your face in small kisses. You laughed as her lips tickled your face, squirming in her hold. Your hands pushed her and pulled her closer at the same time, treasuring in the attention. The beef stroganoff remained on the side as she turned all of her attention on you.

Everything about you was so perfect to her; sometimes she found it hard to believe that you were hers. Maybe it would take her years to get used to your love. So be it if she got to enjoy moments like these for the rest of her life.

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[ophiuchus-interactive]

The demo was amazing and I spent the whole night pouring over all the asks and your wonderful snippets! I have a q but I’d like to preface them by saying If babies/kids are a trigger or make you uncomfortable to talk about in the context of your characters I won’t be offended if you delete this ask or say you’d rather not answer! I’ve seen it be a very divisive subject that some feel strongly about.

So if it’s okay to ask: how does the cast feel about kids (either in general or having their own)?

Also can’t stop thinking about that Thane soft facts ask about him thinking about having a family with Mc, and how since he’s the resident doctor could potentially be the one finding out first they’re expecting a lil surprise and it got to me emotional 🥺 (Thane also gives me big “l’m a doctor with no bedside manner however delivering babies is hands down the best part of my job” vibes)

🥺 Nonny lemme tell you something- I LOVE big families and kids and children and just- oh, someone get me a tissue I'm getting emotional 🥺

i can picture it now with thane that's so fuckosnfsakdjnjndkjnjkndkjnsajkdnsajkndjknakjdsnajknajkdnakjnasjknkjnkj NONNY I MIGHT JUST WRITE A FIC

But!!! The direction of the relationship in the epilogue can be chosen and guided depending on your answers in-game. Don't want children? No problem. Want a ton of children? Cool! Don't wanna get married? Understandable. Wanna get married and already picked the honeymoon in Bali? Go off, fam!

Under the cut would be their feelings on children, starting from characters who are open to children the MOST, to characters who want them the LEAST.

Here we go!

Thane: Loves the idea of having a big family with children. Despite all appearances and feelings, he's a very lonely individual who feels saddened at the idea that his bloodline would end with him. Children, adopted or otherwise, would be something Thane would bring up in the relationship early on. He'll be happy with being with you all the same if you don't want children or marriage, however. I just believe that Thane would be the one who'd be most excited at the prospect.

Rosalie: Would love to have kids of her own, as she's very much a family-orientated person. Adopted or not, it wouldn't matter to her; she's very good with children. She'll be just fine without having kids, however.

Peter: Peter, like Rosalie, is also very family-orientated and would like to have a family, though probably not as big as Thane or Rosalie. Peter wouldn't mind adoption, and is also very good with children. Not unlike the others, Peter is alright without having a family or marriage.

Valerian: Valerian has no off-switch when it comes to working. He's a bit of a workaholic in that regard- something that most assuredly would need to be worked out between the two of you. Despite his constant energy and want to be busy, he's open to having a family with you and wouldn't mind having children.

Javier: Javier is good with kids, but having them is another issue- he could be convinced to have a couple, but is much more interested in traveling the universe with you than he is of settling down. Javier is also one of the few who are more open to having a common-law relationship and not a marriage.

Sergio: Sergio is much more of a marriage guy, and will be more adamant than most to get married to you. He is lower on this list for the fact that Sergio is hesitant to have children, and would only want one or two at most. He'd love them all the same, but it would take a while for him to become a "proper" father figure.

Hawkeye: Cannot have children physically, and would not like to have children if only because they feel like they wouldn't take care of them well. Hawkeye's childhood and life has been nothing but one unfortunate consequence after another, and they feel like they'd do a disservice to the child to be a parent. Maybe much later in life they'd be open to one, but no more than that. Hawkeye is open to a common-law relationship or marriage, it doesn't really matter as long as it's you.

Ophelia: Ophelia is surprisingly good with children, but would be hesitant to have them because of the childhood she had. She was disciplined in a very militaristic manner, and falls back on her rather cold logic in dealing with people- children, especially her own, would be no different. I doubt you could truly convince her to have little ones. Ophelia is open to a casual relationship or marriage.

Hope: Cannot have children physically, and while fascinated with the idea of a family unit, would not want to have children because of the great responsibility and undertaking it would truly be- Hope needs a long, long time to figure themselves out. As for marriage, Hope would also be the most hesitant- if only because of spoiler reasons that cannot be talked about at this time. Let's just say that there's a lot more to Hope than meets the eye, and they do not want to stick the MC in a dangerous position.

[yellowmagicalgirl]

memories for when morning comes

An average afternoon and morning for Claire after ae stopped the Eternal Night.

This fic was, for the most part, written to spite an asshole on FFN who was complaining about how I use ae/aer pronouns for when I decide to specify that Claire is nonbinary in a fic, as opposed to they/them or she/her pronouns. Guess what? Ae/aer pronouns were first used in 1920, and even if they weren’t that old then one should still respect pronouns (especially for real people, though if this person is complaining about my pronoun choice for a fictional wizard I worry about how they’d treat real people who use neopronouns). (The other reasons I had for writing this were my own personal gender frustrations as well as just how it’s been a while since I wrote Claire.)

Title comes from “Welcome to Wonderland” by Anson Seabra, aka a song I found on a nonbinary pride playlist ;)

This fic isn’t Wizards compliant

Content/Spoiler Warning: Isolation, hopelessness, implied/referenced self harm, and introspection on misgendering and death

AO3

FFN

Claire wrapped aer arms around aerself and winced as even through the fabric ae could feel just how frozen aer hands were. That was the problem with having small, thin fingers. Aer circulation was pretty bad in aer hands. Sometimes, when aer nail polish was chipped, Claire’s could see how the natural color of aer nails changed to a pastel blue-violet tone, as opposed to the healthy pink that aer nails were supposed to be.

Speaking of supposed to be, where was Jim? He was supposed to be here ten minutes ago. Claire fought the urge to check aer phone again. He would be here any minute now, and if he had gotten caught up in some sort of trollhunting business, he wouldn’t be able to tell aer at the time. But, ae was tempted to go find a bench and pull out aer homework. That way, ae could at least do something useful instead of just waste aer energy shivering and feeling anxious.

Ae shouldn’t be so anxious. They had saved the world years ago, and aside from the occasional goblin nest or gnome uprising there hadn’t been any problems. Jim had retrieved the stone that allowed him to walk in the daylight, and had found out that he didn’t have to actually change as much about his diet as he had planned. It was small things, like coating his salad in dressing and eating his steak rare. The supernatural world was at peace. Morgana was dead and would never be able to hurt anyone ever again. But, sadly, Claire had been diagnosed with anxiety long before ae had learned the truth about the creatures that lurked in the shadows. Ae sighed before walking over to the nearest bench. It was warm underneath the late January sunbeam. Ae pulled out aer phone, but ae didn’t check the time. Ae placed an earbud in each of aer ears, reaching up at the same time to run one of aer hands through the fade of aer hair before reaching the curly faux hawk at the top and curling aer fingers into it. Perhaps it couldn’t be considered a proper fade, not anymore, not when Claire had decided to let it grow out for the winter months so the chill wouldn’t permeate so directly into aer skull.

Claire let aerself become pulled into the loud rock music blasting from their earbuds as ae pulled out a textbook from aer backpack and began to read. Ae didn’t notice anyone approach aer until a blue, four-fingered hand stopped aer from turning the page.

“Oh,” Claire said, pulling out aer earbuds. Aer boyfriend stood in front of aer, one hand behind his back. “There you are.”

“Yeah, sorry,” Jim said. “Mom was trying to cook and, well, it was going well until the kitchen towel started catching fire. But, I have something to make up for it!” He thrust his arm out from behind his back, revealing the bouquet of violets.

“Jim, I, thank you,” Claire said, tracing the softness of the flowers.

He smiled down at aer. “Of course, anything for my handsome Juliet.”

“You wouldn’t happen to have a vase or anything, would you?”

Jim scratched the base of his horns sheepishly and opened his mouth, probably to say that no, he hadn’t planned that far ahead for their date.

And ae woke up.

All of Claire’s dreams were bad dreams. Some of them were memories, and they happened more often if Claire fell asleep in front of the haunted TV that showed all of the times that ae had been scared. Some of them were an amalgamation of horrible things that ae had heard about and things that Morgana had done or intended to do to her victims.

The worst type of dream, though, was neither of those two. No, the worst type of dream wasn’t bad when it was happening. It was a wonderful, beautiful, pleasant escape from the horrible reality that Claire had doomed aerself to. Ae would wake up in the Shadow Realm and know that Jim was dead and everyone assumed that Claire was dead as well. That their beloved friend had died to save the world. Or worse, their beloved daughter or sister.

Claire had died before ae had come out to anyone except for Enrique. It was after Jim had rescued aer brother from the Darklands, but before Morgana had taken a hold on Claire’s body and mind. Well, a stronger hold than Claire merely just using the Shadow Staff.

Ae had been alone, and ae had started talking to him. Practicing how ae’d come out to aer friends and family and boyfriend, even though ae hadn’t been ready. Enrique was the only one who knew who Claire really was, and he was a baby. He wouldn’t understand, and he wouldn’t remember Claire talking to him, and he would grow up hearing about the sister he once had who never actually existed in the way everyone thought Claire had.

(There was a possibility that there was one other person who knew the truth about Claire, but ae didn’t want to think about it, didn’t want to think about how the woman who called Claire Child instead of Daughter might be doing so as a sign of some horrible mimicry of respect. Really, Claire would have rather have had aer bodily and spiritual autonomy respected and be misgendered than for Morgana to respect that Claire wasn’t a girl but then turn around and treat aer like ae wasn’t a person, just a weapon.)

Enrique wouldn’t remember his older sibling’s monologues about aer gender frustration. Perhaps it was for the best. Claire hadn’t been meaning to actually tell aer brother, or else ae would have gone to NotEnrique instead, because out of the two brothers ae had the changeling was the one who actually knew more than ten words. It was just easier to talk to a listening ear than aer stuffed animals or a mirror (and that was before mirrors were a reminder of aer trauma). It had been practice for something terrifying that Claire would never have to do. Never get to do. Hadn’t been ready to do. Ae had never gotten around to deciding upon a more specific label than nonbinary. Between the dread that came with the possibility of someone finding aer trying to do research, and all of aer responsibilities, ae had never really had the time. And of course, ae knew that their were plenty of people who didn’t want a more specific label, but ae wanted one. Ae wanted a more specific label, if only so ae could list out all the reasons and point to something that explained that Claire wasn’t the only one. And instead, ae had waited too long and no one would know.

The trolls would have probably reacted well, since trollish gender was rather different than human gender. Jim and Toby probably would have been okay with aer as well, since they had reacted well to aer being bi and they were respectively bi and pan themselves.

Mary and Darci? Back in middle school, Darci had followed Claire to a few GSA meetings but as far as Claire knew she was there as an ally. And while Claire had seen the way that Mary sometimes looked at Shannon, Mary had never done anything else to indicate that she was anything other than straight and cis.

Aer parents? Claire knew that they loved aer. Besides, they wouldn’t have thrown aer out, if only because Ophelia was a politician on the left end of the political spectrum. But, aer family was Catholic, and ae wasn’t even out to them as bisexual, and that was at least something they might believe aer on. Aer dad might even be more relaxed if Claire had a (cis) girlfriend than with any boy ae could date, trollhunter or otherwise. And if aer dad was on aer side, then maybe he could convince aer mom to accept that their child was bisexual. Maybe, considering just how many arguments Claire had had with aer mom about how Claire couldn’t be her perfect daughter. How could Claire possibly convince aer parents that ae wasn’t their daughter at all? Granted, there was the possibility that they’d be to ecstatic to care about the gender binary when Claire escaped -

No. Ae was never going to escape the Shadow Realm.

Ae slipped out of bed, undoing one of aer long white braids. It had always had the tendency to get horrifically tangled, and that was before aer magic made it so aer hair moved in an otherwise imaginary hurricane. It would tangle enough to make aer cry. Braids were easier. Braids, or short enough hair that Claire wouldn’t have to worry about it tangling, but ae didn’t trust aerself with blades so close to aer own skin.

Ae had mastered walking around aer house as silently as possible. Perhaps ae had become a shadow of aerself here. Silent, and trying not to cause a stir, not to draw attention to aerself.

Claire gazed out aer window to the dark landscape of the Shadow Realm. Morgana was out there.

Or, maybe, ae had become more of aerself here. The shadows obeyed aer will, after all. So had the Shadow Staff. Aer will, and not Morgana’s. It had been so surprisingly easy to steal away the scepter of the Eldritch Queen. Perhaps it had been seeking a monarch as shadowy as itself.

Ae hadn’t had the time for researching and trying to find the perfect label to describe their gender. Now, ae had nothing but time to think and solitude to not worry about someone walking in on aer research. Now, ae had no access to anything that could give aer answers. Ae had tried, but there wasn’t a WiFi connection in the Shadow Realm. Ae couldn’t look anything up online, and it wasn’t like there were any books in the Nuñez household to help aer find the perfect word to describe aer gender.

And yet, Claire felt that ae could call their gender a shadowy void and ae would be incredibly accurate.

A/N: Is Jim actually dead in this? Probably not; Claire is probably just making an assumption because the last time ae saw aer boyfriend he had just jumped in the way of a magical blast that had been meant to take out Claire and aer friends.

[mfingenius]

Should write a cute little fic where Draco n Harry are quarantined in the dorms or something while something is messing with the castle if it makes you feel better :3 I know this virus mess has everyone in a loop :(

Okay so not exactly in the castle or anything but QUARANTINE :)

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“Harry, what are you doing?” Draco asks, cautiously. “It’s eleven in the morning.”

Harry’s lying on an inflatable pool bed on the grass of their yard, only in his boxers, with sunglasses and a milkshake that smells a lot like muggle rum. Ophelia and Phillip, their adopted crups - who’re already bigger than originally thought, and easily reach Draco’s waist now - are lying on top of him and licking his face, but Harry isn’t reacting.

“Time isn’t real.” Harry says, voice muffled.

He takes another sip of his milkshake.

Draco sighs. This quarantine is taking its toll on Harry; in the last few years as an Auror he’s gotten used to being on the field all the time - because it’s what he likes - and even when he’s home, he always takes Draco to Quidditch games, or restaurants, or the park, so he’s not used to being home like this all the time.

“Harry,” he says, very patiently. “Come inside, yeah? We’ll - watch a movie or something.”

“We’ve watched everything,” Harry says dramatically.

They haven’t, or at least Draco doesn’t think they have. Muggles seem to have an endless array of movies, so they can’t have watched everything, but Draco doesn’t know it well enough to argue with his boyfriend.

“Alright,” he agrees. “We’ll - bake a cake?”

“I hate baking.”

“We can try to do handstands.”

“I can do a handstand.”

Draco fights the urge to throttle him. “Fine. I’m randy. Come on, fuck me.”

“Be still my heart,” Harry drawls dramatically, but Draco sees his lips twitch. “We said we wouldn’t do it as often anymore.”

The truth is, they’ve always had a particularly active sex life, and without anything else to do, the first few weeks they’d been making love pretty often. Then they’d had a pregnancy scare, and Draco doesn’t want to have a baby yet, so they’d promised they’d slow down. They haven’t, really, but they said they would.

“I changed my mind.” Draco shrugs. “Come on, Potter, I want a baby.”

“No, you haven’t,” Harry grins and sits up, and that’s already a big improvement. “You’re just trying to distract me from the fact that this is the forty second day we’re stuck here.”

Draco shrugs again. Harry stands - much to Ophelia’s and Phillip’s dislike - and finishes his milkshake before walking over to Draco and wrapping an arm around his waist, pecking his lips. 

“Are you alright?” He asks.

“Me?” Draco asks incredulously. “I’m not the one in my pants in our yard at eleven in the morning!”

“No,” Harry agrees. “But you are the one who’s been having wine for breakfast every morning, and dinner most nights.”

He looks pointedly down at Draco’s hand - carrying a nearly empty wine glass - and Draco looks away, cheeks flushing.

Though he’d rather not admit it, he’s being reminded of when he was spying for the order; being locked in the manor, unable to ever leave and fighting for his life every second. He doesn’t like where his mind goes. 

So he’s been having wine for breakfast.

And dinner.

And throughout the day.

It’s not the healthiest coping mechanism, but it’s much better than waking Harry up at night screaming and having to relive the horror of the war every waking minute.

“I’ll try to stop,” Draco tells him; Harry cocks an eyebrow. “I’ll stop. It’s just - hard.”

“I know,” Harry says with a small frown. He kisses Draco’s forehead, and Draco wraps his arms around him, accidentally spilling some wine.

Ophelia catches it in her mouth, and Draco makes a face at her over Harry’s shoulder.

“So what do you want to do?” Harry asks, puling away. He keeps an arm around his waist as they part, and they walk inside and towards the kitchen. Draco dumps the rest of the wine down the sink, and then leaves the glass on the counter. He looks around.

“Well,” he drawls. He wants to say they’ve never done it in the kitchen, but it’s a lie, because since the quarantine started they’ve pretty much lost all sense of decorum and propriety. “Doing it in the kitchen was fun.”

Harry grins, pulls him closer by the hip, and presses a deep kiss to his lips.

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summary: she had just wanted attention, that’s why she kept texting the strange number, updating him on everything in her life. little did she know how dangerous this relationship actually was. it had been jimin’s idea to kidnap the girl, but the ability to travel across the world to actually do it had been all hoseok’s doing. convenient how some things work, right? they knew that they were destined to have their baby with them, whether she wanted it or not.

tags/warnings: kidnapping, forced age regression, spanking, noncon, mafia au, drug use, stockholm syndrome, caregiver!bts, little!reader, nonsexual, diapers, panic attacks, fluff and angst, sickfic, referenced child abuse, unrequited love

a/n: i wrote this fic in 2018 on ao3 and wattpad, but im putting it here for archival reasons ♡

The end of the day was drawing near, and Jin was too anxious to properly function. Everyone except Jin, Yoongi, and Namjoon were called in for a drug exchange involving a very unpredictable client who had a tendency to skip out on his payments. Not long after that, Ophelia started to gain confidence, considering that the majority of her captors were now gone. She became much more stubborn to the point where she even ended up punching Namjoon in the nose.

"We have to drug her again, Jin," Namjoon said, talking quietly so the child in question wouldn't be able to hear them. She was currently in time-out, sitting in the corner of the kitchen where she was previously this morning. 

"No, I don't want to," Jin replied, running a hand through his hair. "I want her to have at least the freedom of movement. She can relax more that way."

The couple turned around to look at Ophelia, who was quietly sitting with her head leaning against the wall. Jin would most likely have to put her to bed soon after her time in the corner was done- it was long past her bedtime. Jin sighed before speaking again.

"She hasn't eaten at all today, Joon. Nor has she used her diaper or taken-"

"Shh," Namjoon cut him off, "Don't stress about that. Give it time- it's only been a day."

Checking that 10 minutes has passed (and also that it was half past 11, they'd really better get Ophelia to bed soon), Namjoon approached the sleepy girl in the corner and gently picked her up. "Can you say sorry for hurting Appa?"

Silence.

Namjoon only sighed before looking towards Seokjin, but still speaking to Ophelia. "I bet you're hungry, baby. Do you want Eomma or Appa to feed you?"

Silence yet again. 

"Come here, sweetie. Eomma will get you ready for bed while Appa makes you a bottle." Jin took Ophelia from Namjoon and slowly rocked her and hummed a song. Poor thing was too tired to give her usual fuss at being held.

Ophelia was dozed off when Jin entered the nursery, so changing her into her pajamas was much easier than changing her out of them earlier that day. He currently had her on his lap, rocking back and forth in the rocking chair next to her crib. The door opened and Jin expected his boyfriend to enter with the bottle so he could finally put Ophelia to sleep, but Yoongi walked in instead.

"She's finally calmed down?" He cooed, running his hand through the mess of pink hair. Seokjin hummed in agreement, bouncing the girl on his lap slightly to ensure she doesn't fall into a deep sleep just yet.

"She was calm most of the afternoon, only a little fuss before bedtime," Seokjin raised an eyebrow at the shorter blond, "Of course, you would've known that if you left your computer."

"Hey," Yoongi tried defending himself, "I'm the only one here that works 24/7. Give me a break." Seokjin rolled his eyes right as Namjoon walked into the room.

"I'm going to take a shower and head to bed," Namjoon said, handing the bottle over to Jin, "She doesn't have to drink it all- she's pretty tired out." Namjoon bent down to press a kiss to the top of Ophelia's head and then one to Jin's lips before leaving the room. Right before he left, he turned to Yoongi, "You should get some sleep, too. You and Tae are going to be the only ones home in the morning, and you're not sleeping in until noon and leaving Taehyung alone with Ophelia the entire time."

Yoongi followed Namjoon out of the nursery with an "Alright, I'll wake up at eleven," which promptly got him a playful smack on the head from the younger. Seokjin chuckled softly before placing his attention back on Ophelia. 

"Daddy's silly, isn't he?" Jin bounced her again, resulting in a whine from Ophelia who only wanted to sleep. Jin cooed at the sleepy girl, giving a kiss to her head as well. "You can sleep after your bottle, okay, bug?"

Once the bottle in question was brought to Ophelia's attention, she covered her mouth with the back of her hand, wanting anything but the bottle near her lips. In her weak and tired state, Jin was easily able to move her hand back down to her lap. "None of that, baby," Jin whispered as he put the nipple between Ophelia's lips, facing only minimal resistance.

Frustrated tears formed in the corners of her eyes; Ophelia just wanted to sleep and have this nightmare end already. Her stomach sabotaged her, and soon she found herself frantically drinking the vanilla flavored milk. Jin's hand not holding the bottle started stroking Ophelia's hair, making Ophelia tense up slightly.

After a few more minutes the bottle was empty, and Ophelia was back on the brink of sleep. Jin continued to gently rock back and forth before placing her in the crib, placing a kiss on her forehead. 

Taehyung was too excited to sleep. He woke up at 5 in the morning hoping that Ophelia would be awake only to have his hopes crushed when he saw her still fast asleep on the baby monitor. For the next two hours, Taehyung went back and forth from trying to sleep to checking the monitor.

By 7, everyone except Yoongi and Taehyung had left for work. Taehyung took this as the perfect opportunity to wake Ophelia up and get her ready for the fun day the two of them had ahead of them. Entering the nursery, he almost had a heart attack at the sight of Ophelia cuddled in her blankets with her stuffies surrounding her, dressed in a brown bear footed onesie. It got rather cold that night, but Ophelia looked warm and cozy under her pile of blankets. 

"Baby," Taehyung cooed, "It's time to wake up." He picked up the sleepy girl with a smile while Ophelia whined, wanting to go back to sleep. Before she could fully wake up, Taehyung quickly changed her diaper and put her in day clothes- a yellow and red striped shirt and overalls. 

"You are so cute!" Taehyung squealed, covering Ophelia's face with kisses. When he pulled back, he was met with an angry scowl, which he still thought was adorable.

Taehyung picked Ophelia back up, and immediately Ophelia dug her sharp nails into his arms. "Ow!" Taehyung let out an overexaggerated hiss of pain, "Lia! That hurts!" When Ophelia refused to stop the assault, Taehyung placed her back in the crib. Looking down at his arm, he noticed blood was starting the form on the crescent-shaped scars. Ophelia, however, showed no remorse, and laid herself back down and wrapped a blanket around herself. 

"That wasn't very nice, baby," Taehyung said, bending down to make eye contact with the girl. "Say you're sorry and then we can go eat some yummy pancakes."

Ophelia was quiet for a moment, carefully observing Taehyung's face. She could apologize and get on with her day, but that was the last thing she wanted. 

"Fuck off."

Taehyung sighed, desperately wanting her to apologize so nothing would escalate. "Do I have to go wake up Daddy? He won't be too happy to hear that his little girl is being bratty so early in the morning."

"Fuck off." Ophelia rolled facing away from Taehyung now, further swaddling herself in the pink blanket. She no longer cared about how 'Daddy' felt.

Without a word, Taehyung left the nursery. He didn't plan on waking up Yoongi- he wasn't that stupid- but instead wanted Ophelia to sit and calm herself down. He went downstairs and sat on the couch, playing games on his phone to pass the time. A door slamming upstairs caught his attention, and he immediately ran back up the stairs. 

The first thing he saw was the door to the nursery wide open, and Tae started to panic. Just to make sure, he quickly checked to confirm whether or not Ophelia had left the room. The crib was empty, and there was no sign of the girl. 

Taehyung began checking every room upstairs but still couldn't find Ophelia. The only room he hadn't checked was Yoongi and Jimin's room, but the chances of her being in there were slim since Yoongi still resided in there. Just to make sure, Taehyung tried turning the knob, only to find it locked. 

The door to the library opened, and Taehyung saw a flash of pink hair fly down the stairs. Taehyung was certain he looked in there- how could he not have seen her? After a moment of confusion, the taller man ran after her until she locked herself in the bathroom.

Tae kept pulling at the handle in hopes it would magically open, and loudly cursed when it wouldn't budge. "Lia," he pleaded, resting his forehead on the door, "Please open up." He could hear through the door Ophelia's shuddering breaths, indicating she was crying. 

On the other side of the door, Ophelia curled herself into a ball in the corner of the large bathroom. She honestly didn't know what happened in the past half hour, but the more she dwelled on the threat of 'Daddy' dealing with her behavior, the more she remembered the last time he had dealt with it as well. She tried her best to convince herself it was all a sick joke, but then remembered how much it had hurt, and how embarrassing it was, and how much she just wanted to go home. 

The feeling in her legs had thankfully returned enough for her to run for her life basically, and explore the house she was imprisoned in just enough to find an exit or hiding place. Thankfully she was small, so she could fit almost anywhere. It was a surprise, however, when Taehyung had walked right past her hiding under the computer desk as if he wasn't actually looking for her. 

Once the knocking and talking outside the bathroom stopped, Ophelia didn't know whether to stop panicking or panic even harder. Her brain just felt so overwhelmed, and her tears had a mind of their own at this point. 

Even though she hated it, Ophelia wanted to be back home. She would take the insults and beer bottles thrown at her over whatever her current situation was any day. Although she often cried and complained over having to play mom over Rose, she missed how the baby would calm down whenever she so much as heard Ophelia's voice. She was essentially that baby's whole world, and now she was gone. Ophelia couldn't imagine how Rose was currently being treated, but only hoped that her brother had the sense to take her and leave the house immediately. Ophelia felt guilty for leaving them to fend for themselves.

Taehyung had given up trying to get Ophelia to open the door herself, and resorted to calling Seokjin to see what he should do. 

"Calm down, Taehyung-ah," Seokjin said, trying to calm down the panicking man, "Go get Yoongi and see what he can do. I'll try to be home by noon."

Taking Seokjin's advice, Taehyung went to wake Yoongi up. After knocking, the still half-asleep man opened the door with a glare, almost daring Taehyung to say something.

"Hyung, Ophelia locked herself in the bathroom and I don't know-" Yoongi cut him off with a groan, saying he'd be down in a minute. 

Taehyung went back to sit in front of the bathroom door, feeling like a failure. 

Taehyung still felt dejected even after Yoongi had pried the door open. He felt more pain than Ophelia did as he heard the loud spanks from inside the bathroom, tearing up himself as her cries echoed throughout the house. 

Yoongi still had her in his arms as he made her bottle, gently shushing her when her sobs started to increase. Since her punishment had ended a while ago, Taehyung knew the sobs now were from whatever was going through the little's head. Taehyung hesitantly entered the kitchen, and Ophelia briefly looked up at him from where she was previously hiding her face in Yoongi's shoulder. When her puffy red eyes still glassy with tears met his own, he almost wanted to break down crying. 

Turning around, Yoongi noticed Taehyung's discomfort and concern over the little in his arms. "She's fine, Tae." He confirmed, rubbing her back soothingly. "My little one's always calm and well-behaved after a spanking, isn't she?" Ophelia let out a cough in return. Taehyung was concerned she'd make herself sick from crying so much. 

"Does she... need anything?" 

Yoongi hummed in thought, bouncing Ophelia in his arms when she started fussing slightly. "Maybe her pacifier will settle her a bit after her bottle." 

Taehyung walked away to retrieve the item, with the older man adding on as he left, "Make sure you grab the strap as well."

[flameraven]

Good Omens Fic Rec Masterpost - Part Two

 Hello hello I have read MANY MORE fics in this fandom now so it’s time to add on to my previous recs. Part One can be found here: https://flameraven.tumblr.com/post/187742832545/good-omens-fic-recs-masterpost General info! No fics rated higher than M, and that’s usually for violence not sex. I headcanon the husbands as being in an asexual relationship, so any fics I rec will have no sex, or only have sexy stuff alluded to or briefly mentioned.

The Soft Zone (TM)

all the days - G / darcylindbergh

War of Attrition- G / out_there / 8k - 3 gifts Crowley gives Aziraphale

A Meddling of Houseplants - T/ wingedspirit / 6k - Ophelia (a peace lily) is tired of Crowley and Aziraphale’s hopeless pining, and takes matters into her own leaves.

Sweetest in the Gale - T / wingedspirit / 3.8k - Gabriel can sense Aziraphale’s love for Crowley, and confronts “Aziraphale” about it before his execution

Deck the Halls - G / forthegreatergood / 18k - two idiots attempt to acquire mistletoe for the holidays in order to convey their feelings for the other.

Tartan Wrapping Paper - G / Arej / 2k - Crowley may not have quite gotten the message about the tartan all those years ago

a prize-winning philodendron - G / Elsajeni / <1k - Crowley does look, and sighs heavily. “Angel,” he says, “of all the plants you could have tried keeping, why did you start with something this fussy?”

Silver and Gold - G / asparkofgoodness / 1.5k - Crowley buys a ring.

Futile Devices - G / ticketybye / 3k - Yes, Crowley has imagined. He has craved. But being in Aziraphale’s close proximity has had to be enough. He’s not even sure he deserves that. But this, this feels like it felt to be commissioned the stars. It feels like being entrusted with something precious and fragile.

The Weight of Words Unspoken - G / rattatatosk / 1.8k - Aziraphale has always hinted to Crowley when he needed to leave. After the Apoca-wasn’t, he asks Crowley to stay.

J’Aime (I Love) - G / yourpaceangel - Crowley is searching for what the ‘J’ means.

the other way round - G / darcylindbergh / <1k - Aziraphale gets hair pets for once.

Take My Hand (Take My Whole Life Too) - G / soft_october / 1.5k - Crowley is trying not to go to fast, ends up stalled out completely. Aziraphale decides he will have to get creative. 

In Good Hands - G / Sunjinjo / 14k - Aziraphale was created wearing a golden ring. It’s now the last remaining aspect of his original attire.One day, he tries to take it off. The rest follows naturally. (Marriage Proposal)

One Golden Glance (Of What Should Be) - G / Sunjinjo / 8.5k - Crowley takes up painting after the Apocalypse.

Misfit / Safe Haven - G / Mothfluff / 2k - Aziraphale provides a safe space for the Soho queer community to gather

seasons, changes - G / the_pen_is_mightier / 2k - In the autumn Aziraphale and Crowley go out apple picking.

on the necessity of a temptation - M / darcylindbergh / 4.5k - Crowley squinted at him. He said, slowly, as if sounding around the words [...] “But doing things is what we do. Why would—what would be the point of me being here otherwise?”

In Other Words, Baby, Kiss Me - T / mikkimouse / 4.5k - Five times Aziraphale kissed Crowley and one time Crowley (finally) kissed him back.

It's Getting Hard, This Holding Back - T / ZehWulf / 13k - Crowley decides to lure Aziraphale into Explicit Gestures of Romantic Affection. Aziraphale sets a cuddle trap

give you more to hold on to - T / cryptidkidprem / 4k - Crowley nods. "It's..." He looks down at their joined hands, and takes a long, deep breath. “We’re not— We’re not supposed to need this, y’know?” He lifts their joined hands up, lets them fall again. “You and I. Angels, demons. We're not meant to need all this. This touchy-feely stuff, all this affection, this—” a hitch in his breath— “Love.”

two parallel lines -lineffability

don’t let me wake up - acuteangleaziraphale

how to let go - jlmarch

Mornington Crescent -politeanarcy

Wingfic

Symmetry in Favor - G / kedreeva / 8k - Five times Crowley preens Aziraphale's wings, and one time Aziraphale preens Crowley's.

London Calling - G / forthegreatergood / 30k - Come for Crowley’s ridiculous 1970′s bed, stay for Feelings and extensive wing pets.

Hurt/Comfort

Be Ye Therefore Merciful - T / AmberDiceless / 9.5k - Book!Verse. Crowley does something utterly unexpected, and Aziraphale must face an opponent who cannot be thwarted.

Pigeon Girlfriends with a Long Preamble - T / SleepySelfLoathing / 8k - All Crowley wanted was to spend a nice night in with his husband, so of course he ends up summoned by a bunch of cultists instead. Why would he expect anything different....This would probably be a lot easier to deal with if he wasn't wearing Aziraphale's fluffiest bathrobe.

All Creatures that Have the Breath of Life - G / Elsajeni / 4k - Aziraphale fishes a very sodden Crawly out of the water during the Flood.

Touched by an Angel (And it Bloody Hurts) - G  /hedgehog-o-brien / 7k - Aziraphale can’t touch Crowley without burning him.

Douse the Fire, Help Me Breathe  - G / Arej / 1.5k - Even demons fear fire, when they've watched their world burn.

In a City Under Aerial Bombardment  - G / battle_cat / 3k - After the church and the bomb and the books.

Small Mercies - G / rattatatosk / 4k - Crawly gets smited. Aziraphale lends a hand.

Easier Than Air - G / A_Candle_For_Sherlock / 3.5k - The world hasn't ended, and everything is fine. They're fine. It's terrifying.

attachment - T / artenon / 4.5k - Crowley crosses over to open the passenger door for Aziraphale, and Aziraphale’s attention is drawn to Crowley’s uneven gait, the light, too-quick steps and the rocking back and forth on his heels as he holds the door open and waits for Aziraphale to get in.“Oh, Crowley,” Aziraphale says, heart sinking, “your feet.”

Hell Freezes Over - M / charliebrown1234 + Turcote / 18k - The year is 2002, and Crowley and Aziraphale are sent to Alaska to investigate a decommissioned entrance to Hell. What could possibly go wrong? 

Better The Demon You Know - T / mikkimouse / 1.2k - When Crawly falls out of the sky and into the flood, he gets help from a very unexpected source.

Gently, gently - G / the_pen_is_mightier / 3k - Heaven is cold and lonely. Hell is filthy and crowded. Aziraphale badly needs to be touched; Crowley needs fresh air, and light, and space. They can’t seem to connect on days after they’ve returned from their respective head offices.

Of Firsts and Foremosts  - T / kedreeva / 6k - Aziraphale is left vulnerable and injured as his first molt approaches. Crawly comes to the rescue for the first time.

The Brazen Serpent - T / ImprobableDreams900 / 11k - Some other angels come to help Aziraphale at the end of the Isrealites’ 40-year exile in the wilderness, unfortunately for Crawley.

hold my hand tight (we'll make it another night) - G / cryptidkidprem / 3k - The night at Crowley’s flat. He’s having a hard time not panicking.

Harbours of My Own - T / wingedspirit / 30k - Crowley knows that, as a demon, his freedom is limited. He doesn't get to have a home; he doesn't get to love. Aziraphale would very much like to change that, but he, too, is limited in what he can do. It takes the better part of six thousand years, but they'll get there.

crack me open, feel me shatter - T / rattatatosk / 2.5k - Crowley dreams of the Fall. Aziraphale is there to catch him when he wakes.

Angst (w/a Happy Ending)

Where His Angel Dares to Tread - M / PinkPenguinParade / 16k - Crowley is taken by Hell. Aziraphale disguises himself as best he can for the rescue mission. Newt and Anathema help.

Remembrance of Things Past - T / Fyre / 18k - Hell takes Crowley’s memories all the way back to Eden as punishment for his crimes.

Drunk Theology - G / battle_cat / 3k - Aziraphale had been hoping tonight for Giggly Drunk Crowley, which was his favorite drunk Crowley. That didn’t seem to be how things were working out, though.

Like a River Flows - T / kedreeva / 15k - Five times Crowley was not allowed to love Aziraphale, and one time he succeeded.

The Cultivation of New Growth - T / Vitreous_humor / 3k - “I mean,” he said carefully, “if you want a plant, let me give you one of the snake plants or maybe the big coleus. They'd be good for the shop, pretty stalwart in the dark...You don't want this one, it's rotten.” “Actually,” Aziraphale said firmly, “I do want that one.”

The Holy Essence of Experience - T / Dragonsquill / 4k - They know how they feel, but giving it a name would be too dangerous.   Ineffable husbands from the beginning to the end of the world, aware and wanting.

AUs/Crossovers

be mine tonight (be mine forever) - T / artenon / 11k - Human!AU. When Aziraphale finds out his coworkers have made a bet that he won’t bring anyone to the company party, he asks his best friend Crowley to go as his date just to spite them. Things quickly spiral out of control.

Siren’s Song - T / kedreeva / 30k+ (WIP) - Siren!AU. Crowley, a lone siren, calls a ship to wreck upon his reef, but finds when he meets pirate captain Aziraphale that sirens are not the only ones able to lure another creature to their heart's desire.

Adopt Don’t Shop - G / lucky_spike / 6k - Cat!AU based on Chekov’s “Good Meowmons” comics.

The Ones Who Walk Away From Nevaeh  - T / soft_october / 15k - AU based on “The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas”

The Grinch Who Sold Christmas - T / darcylindbergh / 60k - Human AU / Hallmark Movie AU. Crowley is a big city lawyer sent to seal the deal that will destroy the quaint town of Tadfield forever, right before Christmas... and then he falls in love with the town, and a certain bookshop owner. Ridiculously sappy fluff that hits all the right notes.

The Odd One Out  T / RainyDayDecaf / 2k- A meeting of many different Crowleys and Aziraphales.

Beat Again - T / TeaCub90 / 7k - Human AU. Two neighbours keep each other and their respective conditions company in the dead of night

Outsider POV

Ophidiophobia - G / lyricwritesprose / 7.6k - Pepper is afraid of snakes. When this is abruptly revealed in an encounter with Crowley’s serpent form, she immediately goes about trying to cure herself of it.

What’s in a Name? - G / lyricwritesprose / 4k -  “You do realize,” Brother Francis said, “that Warlock is just your name, not some sort of, of directive?”

Damaged - G / lyricwritesprose / 6k - Aziraphale is struggling after the Apocalypse. Madam Tracy offers some advice. (Very good spooky/nonhuman Aziraphale in this one.)

Angel’s Favor - T/ PinkPenguinParade / 10k - A hundred years ago, Aziraphale gave one of his feathers to a woman who helped him. In the modern day, her descendant calls in the favor.

Protective Camouflage -  G/ politeanarcy/ 2.3k - The Antichrist isn’t the only one with defenses against being noticed.

Disposable - T / lyricwritesprose / 7k - Eric the Disposable Demon attempts to become Crowley’s vassal after the Apoca-wasn’t. Nothing goes the way they expect after that.

on deceiving appearances - G / asideofourown / 2k - The Disposable Demon realizes the truth of Crowley’s deception in Heaven.

Anthony J. Crowley, Retired Demon and Airbnb Superhost - G / TheOldAquarian / 3k - What are you supposed to do when you've been fired from your sweet job in Hell for thwarting the schemes of Satan, you've got a swanky flat in Mayfair, and you're looking for an excuse to spend all your time in someone else's bookshop? Obviously, you turn to the dubious world of short-term vacation rentals.

Other

the best laid schemes - T / asideofourown / 4k - How Crowley got his Rat Army

Incongruous States of Being - T / ZehWulf / 8k - “Who would win: Aziraphale or Crowley.” “Oh!” Aziraphale startles. “Well—such a question. It’s not as though either of us has engaged in so much as fisticuffs in ages, and one does need to keep up practice with these sorts of things.” His fretting dies abruptly when Crowley cuts over him clearly, baldly: “Aziraphale.”

No one expects the Spanish Inquisition - T / WoodsWitch / 12k - The Arrangement is 500 years old, and Crowley and Aziraphale have been having a fine time in Renaissance Florence. Things start to go a bit pear-shaped with the arrival of a Friar Savonarola, so Crowley suggests that they meet up in his favorite refuge from the rest of medieval Europe: Spain. ((Don’t let the title fool you, this is an incredibly in-depth and well-researched historical fic and deserves way more hits than it has.))

[elliethesuperfruitlover]

Could I request a Nathan Young X Reader one shot, where they have a baby? Reader is in the hospital bed holding their baby daughter, and Nathan is sat beside her as they discuss baby names.

Brand New Eyes

A/N: This is going to be based off of another request that I got a little while ago. (I am so, so so, so sorry, it took me too long to get to this request.) It’s going to be a short and sweet fluff fic. Something we ALL need right now, especially after the Luba smut fic I just posted. I hope you enjoy nonny!

Warnings: mention of birth, swearing, dirty jokes, angst

“Nathan, I’m pregnant.” you yelled, tears spilling over your eyes, wetting your shirt.

“What do you mean you’re pregnant, you, mean, you’re carrying a child?” he said, shock on his face, tears forming in his own eyes,

“Yes. It’s yours too. I’m keeping it as well. Not that I’m against getting rid of it. Want to do this.” you replied, sniffling.

“I’ll support ye’. I might have to go forage for nuts and berries in the park every now and then, but I’ll do it for ye’. For them too.” he said, walking towards you, hugging you tightly, tears dripping onto you.

That’s how it all started, surprisingly. 

Now, here the two of you are, staring at your newborn daughter, in awe of how pure something so little can be. As you were staring at her, tiny fingers, curls already forming, you began to look back on all of the pregnancy milestones you hit.

“What do you think the baby’s going to be?” Nathan asked, staring at your nearly flat stomach, a tiny bump visible.

“I have no idea. No preference either, as long as they’re healthy.” you replied, cuddling into Nathan. He kissed the top of your head, and stuck his face in your neck, breathing in your scent, apparently just a little off, according to him. You’re 3 months along, and you’ve told both of the families, as well as Kelly, Nathan, Barry, Simon, and Curtis. Nathan even told his mom, who was thrilled to hear the news. She’s always checking up on you, and making sure you’re eating the right things, and drinking enough water.

You came back to the present, just as your baby girl was looking around the room, beginning to scrunch her face into a frown. Nathan immediately jumped up and offered to change her, or hold her. Whatever she needed, he was very ready to provide it. He’d been very supportive throughout the entire pregnancy, offering to rub your feet, back, even go to ASDA at 2 in the morning for your cravings.

“Oh goodness, I can’t fucking sleep again.” you stated, pouting, Nathan rubbing your back, trying to comfort you.

“Anything you need darling?” he asked, looking at you with those pretty emerald eyes.

“Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream with a bag of Cheetos sounds class right now, if I’m not being gash.” you replied, smiling back at him.

“Not a problem honey.” he said, smirking back, putting a shirt and bottoms on, as well as his shoes, but before he headed out, you had a question for him, tears in your eyes.

“Nathan, am I being an annoying twat for asking these things of you, or is it just me?” you ask, tears dripping from your face.

“Oh, no, of course not. I mean, yeah, you can be a right bitch sometimes, but I still love you. Nothing wrong with being hormonal, and asking questions.” he said, wiping your tears from your face, kissing your lips. He walked on, out of the apartment, and 30 minutes later, he arrived with your food, only to find you curled up against your pregnancy pillow, snoring.

 Once more, you came to the present, and you found Nathan holding your newborn, whispering to her. He was smiling, and she was smiling back, toothless grin bringing tears to your eyes.

“Nathan, the baby room IS NOT going to be black. I’m one for free expression, but this kid is going to grow up emo.” you said, rubbing your temple, pushing the yellow and green paint towards him.

“Alright honey. Can I at least keep this?” he asked, puppy dog eyes activating.

You were...shocked to say the least, as Nathan had put an abstract peen on the wall, balls and all.

“NATHAN YOUNG, GET THAT PENIS OFF OF THE WALL THIS INST-” you started, but a liquid dropping between your legs stopped you mid sentence. Your water had broken, and Nathan was as pale as could be.

  He rushed you to the hospital, almost forgetting to ring your family, and here is where you all sat, at the moment. Your birth was extremely painful. The epidural didn’t kick in until after birth, so you had to muscle through every second of pain, as it ripped you apart. You almost passed out multiple times, but there was one person there for you the entire way. Nathan was. He held your hand through the contractions, no matter how hard you squeezed his hand, or the swears you let out. If you needed water, he was there. Even when they had to give you the epidural, the bastard that it was, he held your hand. He told you that you were doing great, and kept you calm and collected. You couldn’t have asked for a better fiance.

“Okay, last push ma’am, you ready?” the nurse asked, looking back up at you. You nodded, and focused every bit of your being on your baby, and getting them out, as quickly as possible. Nathan was huddled in bed with you, you were sitting between his legs, and he encouraged you, as you pushed one last time, the pain surging through you, but finally ceasing. A cry rang across the room. They were here. Nathan was sobbing behind you as you collapsed into his chest, as they announced that she, yes she, was your new daughter.

  Your baby was placed on your chest, and as you looked at her for the first time, Nathan sniffled, and kissed your lips, so gently and lovingly, then bent down, just enough so that he could reach her tiny forehead. He nuzzled against you, and the three of you sat there, breathing as one unit in that moment. Until, of course, you had to push out the placenta. It wasn’t too dramatic, but it was still painful. It went into the garbage, and Nathan was sniffling, still, recovering from his new parenthood. You all sat there, until your baby girl was noisy again, and moved in your arms. Nathan offered to hold her, and he slid over in the bed, and held his baby for the very first time. She looked right back at him, and he started crying once more, kissing the top of her head, her curls matching his own. 

“So, what do you think about names?” Nathan asked you, as you were breastfeeding your daughter, her first meal since birth. She was suckling quietly, and you were flinching every now and then, but the nurses encouraged you through your attempts beforehand. Nathan did so as well, cheering when she finally latched on, you laughing at his reaction.

“I don’t really know. We aren’t naming her after family, friends, ourselves, or celebrities.” you replied, adjusting lightly in your seat.

“Mrs. Tayto maybe? Has a ring to it.” Nathan said, giggling at your shocked face.

“We are not naming our daughter, freshly born, after a crisp company from Ireland.” you remarked, rolling your eyes sweetly.

“Mary? Marie? Natalie? Ophelia? Emie? Petunia? Jade? Lily? Tayto again, I mean, come on, it’s right there.” he offered, rubbing your back once more.

“What’s the last one you said, and NOT Tayto?” you asked, holding the pen in one hand. He replied with a quiet, Lily.

  She responded to that one, burping as Nathan pat her back.

“Attagirl. I know that’s my daughter. Burps like a sailor, she does.” Nathan replied. “You like that Lily?” he said, and you knew, right then and there. That those brand new eyes were so sweet and beautiful, and belonged to Lily. Lily Young. Your daughter.

Masterlist

[shemarmooresfedora]

All Clear

Summary: Today is the day you were finally cleared for physical exercise after giving birth to twin babies.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

A/N: This is a stand-alone smut one-shot in my long ‘Rebuilding Family’ fic. You do not need to have read it to understand this nor must you read this to continue the plot of RF.

MINORS DNI (18+ ONLY)

Content/Warnings: penetrative sex, soft!dom!spencer, breeding kink, swearing (this is my first smut so please let me know if there’s something else i missed)

Word Count: 1.1k

You awoke to birds chirping outside and the sunlight rays beaming into the bedroom through the sheer curtains.

Spencer’s arm was draped over your waist and he was snoring softly into the back of your neck. You grabbed your phone from the nightstand, catching up on all of your notifications before you saw the date.

You smirked mischievously to yourself and set your phone back down. You proceeded to push your ass into Spencer and wiggle ever so slightly.

Spencer’s arm tightened around your waist instinctively as his snoring abruptly stopped. You could feel the slight strain growing in his flannel pajama pants.

“What do you think you are doing, my sweet girl?” Spencer whispered in your ear in his gravelly morning voice.

You rolled over in bed to face him, “I’m cleared for strenuous physical activity today including sex.”

“And?” Spencer grinned.

You whined, he was going to make you say it.

“I need you, love,” you began to kiss his neck.

Spencer groaned, it was like music to your ears.

“How much time do we have, sweetheart?” he asked.

“10 minutes before we have to get Jo up for school, less than that if one of the twins starts crying.”

Spencer flipped you over so you were on your back with him on top of you. He made quick work of pulling off the t-shirt of his that you were wearing to bed, beginning to suck your left breast while kneading your right.

“Spence, baby, you know I love when you worship my body but I need you now,” you squirmed underneath him.

“Mmh,” Spencer hummed in acknowledgement, “I love it when my girl is so needy,” he pulled away from your chest and hooked his fingers in the waistband of your panties, tugging them off.

His clothes quickly followed, being added to the pile of stripped clothes on the floor.

“You ready?” he kissed you again, “I’ll go slow. You just tell me if you have any pain or discomfort and we’ll stop.”

“Yes, I’m ready,” you nodded.

You locked your lips on to Spencer’s again as he entered you so you could catch his breathy groan in your mouth. Once he was fully in, he looked to you before moving.

“Please, Spence,” you bucked your hips up at him to convey your neediness.

With that, Spencer took off at a brutal pace in the best way possible. You moaned loudly but it was cut short as Spencer’s hand covered your mouth.

“As much as I love to hear you, sweet girl, I would rather not wake our kids,” he spoke, “You tap me if you need to stop.”

Spencer buried his face into your neck to muffle his own guttural groans.

Spencer raised one of your legs so it was above his shoulder as he continued to pound into you.

He grabbed your hand and placed it on your lower belly with his right on top.

“You feel that, baby? You feel how deep I am inside you,” he panted.

All you could do is moan with his other hand still clasped over your mouth.

“You want me to fuck another baby into you so soon? Is that what you want, my sweet girl? To fill you up?”

You whimpered.

“Fuck-” Spencer’s head fell back as he released his hand from your mouth.

“Fill me up, Spence,” you cried.

All of a sudden, there was a knock at the door, you and Spencer abruptly stopped, sitting as still as possible.

“Are you guys playing in there without me?” Jo asked.

“No, Princess. I will be down to play with you in just a second. I am just helping Mommy with something real quick,” Spencer spoke as calmly as possible, trying to catch his breath.

You and Spencer waited until the pitter-patter of little footsteps had descended down the stairs before resuming your previous activities. He slammed back into you at an even faster pace than before, adding his thumb to your clit to speed up the process.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” he panted, “Want to see your beautiful face as you come undone.”

As if your body was just waiting for him to say those words, your legs began to shake as your walls tightened around him.

Spencer fucked you through the blinding pleasure that was your orgasm and you whispered in his ear, “I need your cum inside of me, love. Please.”

Spencer’s eyes practically rolled into the back of his head as he came, filling you with his warmth.

You kissed him as he came down from his high.

“When was the last time I said ‘I love you’?” Spencer grinned as you pressed your sweaty foreheads together.

“It’s always the last thing you say to me before bed, Spence,” you smiled softly.

“Well, still that’s over 8 hours ago. You need to hear it again. I love you,” he gave you one final kiss before getting out of bed.

“I love you too,” you replied.

He slipped his pajama pants and shirt back on before returning with a warm washcloth to wipe you down. As he placed one last soft kiss to your lips, Ollie started to cry on the baby monitor which led to Ophelia crying as well.

“I’ll get the twins, you make breakfast with Jo,” you patted Spencer’s chest.

-

You set the babies in their respective bouncers before leaning against the kitchen counter.

Spencer and Jo had just finished making freshly squeezed orange juice and oatmeal for breakfast.

He filled your cup up and you took a sip, Jo and Spencer eagerly waiting to hear your review.

“Mmm delicious! 5 stars!” you smiled.

Jo pushed her glass towards Spencer holding the pitcher, “Fill me up, Spence.”

You spit out your second sip in utter shock, coughing and reaching for the paper towels. Spencer was trying to keep a neutral expression while stifling a laugh.

“Jo, let’s not repeat that again please and remember you call me ‘Daddy’ or ‘Dad’ not ‘Spence’, okay?”

Jo nodded as Spencer poured her her orange juice and then she leapt off the counter and skipped to the table.

Spencer finally let out a little chuckle.

“Not funny,” you slapped him in the arm.

“Love, I tried to quiet you down as much as I can. My sweet girl is also my loud girl and I adore it,” he grinned, pulling you in for another kiss.

A/N: no, Y/N isn’t going to get pregnant again. i realized i forgot to write this in but she is on birth control again

taglist: (just ask to be added or removed, also please message me if you are not comfortable being tagged in smut, i removed all the minors from my normal taglist for this): @samuel-de-champagne-problems @g0lden-cth @spencerreid9 @averyhotchner @coldlilheart @k-k0129 @ickleronniekinsemotionalrange @harrystylesandthegoobs @cmily @jswessie187 @rem-ariiana @mochionly @doctorreiding @reidsfish

[the-sparrow-sings]

TIMELINE FOR MY SPARROW’S HEADCANON

I want to write a LONG fic series about her life going into the Hero of Brightwall’s life; but I do not have the time/energy to commit to that right now, so here’s a vague timeline since I REALLY want to talk about it anyway lol

Pre-Game

• Her parents were infamous Pirates, Rayven(her father, Hero blood), and Catarina

• Reaver knew them as friends before the girls were born; even held Rose once as a baby(somewhat uncomfortably)

• They were forced by foul weather to dock near Bowerstone some time after Sparrow was born; Rayven was captured and hanged, Catarina escaped momentarily with the girls

• Catarina hands baby Sparrow(around 1 year old) to Rose and tells her to RUN, and SURVIVE; she is then captured; but no one is looking for the children so little Rose escapes with Baby Sparrow

Post-Childhood, Pre-Main Game

• Teresa has a hard and fast rule that Sparrow is not to leave the valley, and specifically not to go to Bowerstone. She is concerned that Sparrow will have her parents’ natural desire for adventure and sign onto a crew for a life of piracy

• Upon reaching Adulthood, Sparrow is frustrated by Teresa assuming she still makes the rules for her; and she sneaks off to visit Bowerstone for the first time since her childhood

• She spends the day/night having a gloriously rowdy time with a man she only knows as Captain/The Captain(Spoiler Alert, it’s Reaver) and she fully intends to join his crew

• He has no idea who she is, though he is immediately reminded of his old friends; and unknowingly recounts tails of her parents adventures to her. He is more than a little astonished that someone drew out the urge to discuss something other than himself

• They spend the night together above Bowerstone’s bar; waking up at the crack of dawn to Teresa standing in front of the bed

• She all but drags Sparrow home with her, leaving Reaver both disappointed and a bit relieved; he was not sure he liked that she stirred up something in him

During The Game

• Sparrow is a Rowdy Girl with a love of fine women, dangerous men, and banditry. She loves the rough&tumble bandit lifestyle, but is good hearted enough that she tends to change towns for the better; this is why she loves Bloodstone, it’s a hard town that never changes

• Feels pressured to marry Alex, and feigns happiness for his sake; trying her best to be busy with quests to avoid being near him

• The Spire all but wipes out her formally sweet nature; seeing her adopt a much darker world view; this is where she transitions to pure evil, and becomes much more direct with her wishes and underhanded with her plots

• At first, she flat out refuses to see Alex after The Spire; she doesn’t see the point of it, and figures if he had any good sense he’d have moved on, since she was never in love with him in the first place

• When Alex eventually catches up with her, she attempts to let him down very concisely, but his entitled behavior toward “his wife” ends with a knife in his gut, and a disgusted sneer on Sparrow’s face

• She recognizes Reaver right away, though she has changed too much for him to recognize her. Her heart aches for the innocent young woman she was when she last saw him

• He puts the pieces together of who she is when he first fights by her side; reminded of fighting alongside her Hero father

• The pair share a moment in that cave, seeming to begin something before the collapsing rocks urge them to keep running

End Game/Post Game, Pre Fable 3

• Reaver steals her kill from her, and she is devastated; her sad state only compounded when Hammer reacts harshly to her desire to bring back her own loved ones

• At the end of things, she finds herself alone again, Rose off who-knows-where, her dog her only companion

• Having grown up in exceeding poverty, she spends her time and her gold buying up property left and right, putting former greedy landlords to death

• On a whim she purchases Reaver’s home, keeping it clear of squatters for him

• She finds his first journal entry, and promptly seals them all away in a locked box, not wishing to invade his privacy

• By the time Reaver returns, Sparrow is Queen; and he is more than thrilled when he sees her summons, an elegantly tied scroll left on his bed; concise in her own handwriting, “Captain, I expect a visit when you return, I’m sure you don’t need my address; Sparrow”

• Now, Reaver is both intrigued and mildly frightened

• He enjoys the prospect of having a shag with the queen (and, though he won’t admit it, he has missed more than her body); but he knows she was...a bit cross with him for leaving so suddenly after that business with Lucien was sorted out

• He is concerned that she may kill him/have him put to death, but ultimately decides that the potential rewards far outweigh the risks (with a healthy dose of understanding that it could prove unwise to ignore a direct summons from the Queen)

• On first glance, Queen Sparrow is hardly the girl he remembers from the tavern, or even the shoot-first-talk-later hero who sauntered into Bloodstone a year ago

• Her rise to power coupled with her emotional isolation have left her bitter; a fair yet harsh ruler. She was loved by many for her low rent prices and the protection she offered; but she kept the nobility on a very short leash, and had little patience for those who would waste her time

• That said, she did seem to be focused on keeping up appearances; at least, Reaver could scarcely believe all the exquisite finery and pompous ceremony was her doing

• Had he not been so gifted with perception, Reaver would have failed to pick up on the tiny cracks in her collected facade upon their public meeting

• She declared him her newest advisor, citing his heroic blood, worldly knowledge, and instrumental role in Lucien’s downfall as credentials enough

• When she received him in her private chambers however, the public mask of Royalty slipped away as she all but pounced him

• After a while, Reaver playfully tosses around the idea of them having a true public relationship; and Sparrow turns him down flat; refusing to make a toy of her heart

• Reaver does not quite understand why he feels disappointed; after all, he’s got a position of High Power in Albion now, and he gets to warm the Hero Queen’s bed with very few strings attached...he should be thrilled

• Eventually, Sparrow faces pressure (both domestic and foreign) to marry

• Reaver offers his “services”, talking of what a good king he would make, but Sparrow refuses on the grounds that his former life of piracy did not amuse every foreign power, and making him king could potentially amount to a declaration of war

• She marries some nobody from the aristocracy; the relationship, as well as the king’s power, being little more than an elaborate puppet show

• Reaver absolutely loathes the king; “Sparrow only has room for one pompous, arrogant, bastard in her life; and it sure as hell isn’t this spindly Lordling”

• The marriage certainly complicates Sparrow and Reaver’s cladenstine appointments; and his unexpected negative feelings almost push him to leave Sparrow’s Court

• Until she comes to his quarters one night, looking frantic and desperate; like she had been pacing around and pulling at her hair

• The king has demanded children, and old Albion Royal Law/Tradition demands she comply; Sparrow however, absolutely refuses to birth that man’s weak and “noble” offspring

• She asks Reaver to give her a child in secret; she assures him that he will have absolutely no fatherly obligations; but if she must bare children(which she knew from her vision of the future was inevitable) she wanted them to be strong with the blood of heroes

• Eventually, Reaver accepts, and Sparrow is sure that the child inside her is his

• Reaver does his best to avoid spending time with her, he has spent centuries avoiding these connections for a reason, after all

• But he can’t shake the hate in his heart each time he sees the king look so prideful of his impending heir

• The Baby is born with a thick tuff of black hair, and thankfully, is Sparrow’s spitting image as he grows

• Reaver does his best to avoid Logan, truly stepping in for the first time when the boy comes up missing

• Sparrow puts together the ransom at once, not willing to risk her child’s life with her usual bravado

• At the same time, Reaver uses his underworld connections to easily sniff out the kidnappers; going in secret to collect the boy before Sparrow even has a chance to leave the castle

• Reaver holds his son for the first time as he ends the lives of the scum who took him with a vengeance

• From that point on, Reaver is focused on watching over the boy; if from a distance

• He becomes prone to undermining the king when he is trying to teach some bullshit Strict Lesson to young Logan; cutting the king down with remarks of how Reaver has SEEN tactics like his in action...and they never bode well

• Reaver does not truly admit to himself his fatherly feelings however, until Sparrow accidentally becomes pregnant

• A little girl with beautiful brunette curls, who stares back at him with his own eyes; when he holds her for the first time, she squeezes his finger tight, and he knows he would move the earth for this child

• Princess Ophelia is a happy girl, running around the castle with very few unpleasantries like “rules” or “structure”, thanks to her intimidating “Uncle” Reaver pushing around the king and anyone else who would dare stifle her

• The King however, does not take kindly to Reaver’s increased intrusion on “his” family; becoming obsessively strict with the children each chance he gets

• Reaver doubles down on his mischief, often making a point to whisk the children away to festivals and other fun outings

• He is overcome with pride when little Ophelia proves to be a crack shot at the carnival’s various shooting games

• Once, a tiny Ophelia ran to him crying because she wished Reaver was her father instead of the king

• Sparrow has to intervene more than once when Reaver decides he wants to outright murder the king

• The king tries to put his foot down with Sparrow; demanding that Reaver be removed from Court and sent away

• Sparrow laughs at him, before recounting the tail of her first husband; and reminds him of the very strict limits to his own power

The Death of Sparrow

• Some time after Logan reaches his teenage years, the Queen is mysteriously assailed by a sudden and dire illness

• In my personal timeline-The Sickness is actually a curse laid on her by Teresa for refusing to follow her directive any longer; but this isn’t revealed until my Post-Fable 3 Plotline

• Reaver sits by Sparrow’s bed as she lay dying- truly and wholly distraught for the first time in centuries

• She grips his hand suddenly, with all the feeble strength she can muster, and the look in her eye tells him that the time he has dreaded is upon them

• She begs-orders him to watch over their children

• He pulls her into his arms. “Sparrow, I need you to know, I love-”

• “No,” she hisses, faint as a breath. “You don’t.”

• He is devastated by her final words. For the first time in perhaps centuries, he has decided to open his heart and admit those words...and she didn’t believe him...and now it’s too late to prove it

• He spends much of his time in the days following her death obscenely intoxicated-more than usual, trying to wipe away the regret he feels for not making her feel loved while she was alive

• Reaver comes to her balcony often, to look out over Albion in the cool night air-and consider hopefully-perhaps foolishly- that the wind ghosting his hair against his cheek is more than just an act of nature

• One night, he arrives to find the king standing in his usual spot; and perhaps it is his own melancholy that moves him-but he actually believes the king has come to mourn

• Until he speaks to him of course. The king is only in the room to decide how he wishes to redecorate it for when he takes a new wife to be queen

• Reaver is enraged by how casually the king speaks; how quickly he thinks to replace Sparrow. His mind fills with the image of some power hungry political climber marrying this idiot for the crown

• Reaver was no stranger to political intrigue. How often did new royals arrange for the tragic deaths of their stepchildren, so that their own children might have a better chance of inheriting the crown? Reaver could not take that chance

• One bullet, ringing off into the night, was all it took to send the King’s corpse crumpling unceremoniously to the ground

• Eventually, Reaver is captured, and Walter(as chief among Sparrow’s advisors) personally orders(and intends to carry out) his execution; however he is stopped by the arrival of the young-now king-Logan

• Ignoring everyone, Logan crouches down to where the guards have forced Reaver to kneel, and simply tells Reaver that he knows, before ordering everyone to leave them in private

• As it turns out, Logan had taken the task of sorting through his late-mother’s things when he stumbled upon Reaver’s journals-and an entry that makes note of his feelings for her

• Following that discovery, Logan had done diligent research and digging; and had come to the conclusion that he and his sister were almost definitely the result of Reaver’s long term affair with their mother

• He demands Reaver tell him everything, and surprisingly, Reaver does. He comes clean about it all-everything from the Court of Shadows to Sparrow’s dying wish

• This is why Logan trusts Reaver to remain his advisor

• The secret of their parontage is kept from Ophelia however. After all, it was a secret for a reason, and she was so young at the time that she could hardly be counted on to protect such a secret; she doesn’t learn Reaver is her father until breaking into his home in search of information

• No longer in danger of execution, Reaver feels he has no choice but to down a bottle or two of fine wine, and write to his former companions of Sparrow’s death

• He keeps it very short. He wasn’t their friend-he wasn’t even on good terms with them

• “She’s Gone; R.” Is all the letters say, and they think him callous and uncaring for it; but they cannot see the waste bin of crumpled papers where his writing had been shaky in his grief or the tears stained the pages

OKAY THAT’S WHERE I AM GOING TO STOP BECAUSE BEYOND THAT WE START REACHING INTO FABLE 3 TERRIROTY, THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR READING THIS