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dokifluffs · 4 years ago

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Baby Halloween | Suna, Osamu

Pairings: Suna X Reader (female), and Osamu X Reader (female)

Genre: domestic, spooky, fluffy halloween

Author’s Note: Osamu’s is canon (it’s not but you can’t tell me he WOULDN’T DO THIS). you can’t tell me otherwise. suna’s is also long ah ha ha

Baby Halloween | Konoha, Sakusa // Baby Halloween | Kenma and Kuroo // Baby Halloween | Kita, Tsukishima

Warnings! Haikyuu dads with kids, post time skip

Suna: gif from @rivaillerose 💛

Small hands tugged on his hand and arm dangling off the edge of the bed

He took a deep breath in and let out a longer breath as he stretched his body beneath the cover draped over his bare back

He laid on his stomach with one arm curled beneath the pillow half his face was smushed into, the other arm beginning to play with his little girl as she stood beside the tall bed of his

He twirled his fingers as she tried to catch them in her hands, her small voice letting out happy squeals as he played with her in her attempts to wake up her father

He purposefully ticked her, beneath her chin, played with her hair, gently nudged her around as she stumbled with her balance, trying to hold down her dad’s arm

“Hm, what’s up squirt?” Suna’s voice was raspy and muffled as half his face was still smushed into the pillow, part of him still asleep

“It’s halloween,” his little girl looked up to him with her bright yellow-grayish eyes and dark brown shoulder length hair, soft as anything he’s ever felt and it had always been this way when she was born

“Hm.. I see. Are you excited?” He pushed himself up as the blanket slid off his back, the sunlight shining through a crack in the curtains right onto him as he sat on the edge of bed, his bare feet meeting the fluffy carpet below

He pushed out a yawn, wiping away a stray tear that welled up in his eye as he scratched the back of his neck, stretching his torso

His little girl waddled and stood at his feet, reaching up to him

“upsy daisy,” he mumbled as he bent down, lifting her up to sit her on his hip as he stood, carrying her with him to the bathroom as he washed up and she sat on the sink counter beside him

he poked her plush cheeks, nuzzling them with the back of his index finger as she let out a big yawn, her little tongue sticking out as she did this and a little smile pulled on his lips

she was quiet just like him

while in the middle of brushing his teeth, he watched her do the same with her tooth brush, and even tied her hair into a simple pigtail on the top of her head

after washing up, he carried her out again, still in his pajamas which only consisted of black sweatpants hanging loosely on his hips as he walked into his little girl’s room, her small toddler bed unmade with half the little plush blanket hanging off the edge of the bed

“what do you wanna be this year?” he opened the wardrobe, sliding her clothes on the hanger to the side, pulling forward her costumes

“this one,” she quietly pointed, one arm hugging around her father’s neck, little fingers combed through the hair at the bottom of his neck as she pointed to the beige color little fox suit

“alright,” he hummed as he set her down on his bed, pulling the costume off the hanger, helping her get her feet through the fox onesie, zipping it up

she snuggled her face into the sweater paws of the costume as he pulled the hood up, little fox ears on top with a plush fox tail that dragged on the floor as she walked, following him back to his bedroom

she bounced around, hopping on her two feet, excitedly looking back to her tail

“are you a bunny now?” he smiled as he glanced down to her

“no,” she giggled up as she hugged his leg as the two of them stood in the master closet

“I guess I have to match with you,” he sighed as he pulled his old fox onesie, changing into it so now he was the papa fox and she was his baby fox

Osamu: gif from @rivaillerose 💛

“Y/N, are ya ready for the cutest costumes ever?” Osamu called from upstairs as you waited downstairs at the bottom in your own costume

Every year, well every year since your twins had been born, Osamu and you were to take turns dressing them up

Last year was their first halloween and you had the privilege to dress them and now this year, their second one was Osamu’s turn

“I’ve been ready for the last few minutes, ‘Samu, lemme see our babies,” you looked through your camera roll, looking back to last year’s photos that you took of their costumes which were a brown bear and panda bear while you and osamu were ice bears from the show “we bare bears”

A classic that you and Osamu loved to watch, even if it was pretty childish at times but still an amazing show for the two of you nonetheless

After all, having a marathon of that show ended up being one of your guys’s dates in college

And here the two of you were seven years later

Married, financially stable after a few rough two, almost three years since graduating from college but the hardships were over and it was smooth sailing for the two of you as Osamu’s success began to grow

He was all you needed and you were his - but then again, this all changed when you showed him the pregnancy test, and your little munchkins came

“Alright, eyes closed,” Osamu called as you went back to your camera app, preparing yourself to see them

But then again, nothing could ever truly prepare you for the two lives Osamu and you had brought into this world

“We’re comin’,” you couldn’t keep your heart from racing so fast, you had to cover your eyes from peeking on their own

You could hear their steps, well, Osamu’s as well as the giggles and baby sounds of your kids in his arms as he did the thing he always did while stepping down the steps whenever he held them

He always added a little extra bounce to make them laugh

“You two ready to show mommy our costumes?” He knelt beside them, his arms wrapped around their bodies, hands on their plump bellies

The two nodded as you squealed, squirming around the back of the arm of the couch you leaned on

“I’m most definitely winning this year, okay open your eyes in 3…2…1…”

“Oh my god!” You instantly collapsed to your knees, walking on them toward your twins as Osamu had dressed your daughter as a sushi roll and your son as a bottle of soy sauce

“Her little wasabi headband,” you squealed as Osamu wore his Onigiri Miya uniform, serving the two of them to you as himself

The two of them babbled as they raised their hands, spouting out incoherent sounds that you assumed were meant to be words

Osamu and you had been trying to get then to either say “mama” or “papa” first but alas, it was still too early

“So did I win?” He leaned down as he stuck his face in between theirs, pressing their cheeks to both sides of his own

And this did it

The three pairs of eyes of the ones you loved most in this world were just staring back at you all so cute in their outfits

“Yes, yes, you win, oh my god ‘Samu, my heart-“ you rest your hand on your chest as you overflowed your phone with pictures of the two of them, getting them to hold hands, to sit beside the pumpkins on the front step of the house

It was too perfect, you couldn’t have asked for a better husband or life at this point

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codename-adler · 4 years ago

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foxes + onesies (8/9)

based off of that one post i saw and don’t remember, where people once caught Allison wandering around Fox Tower in a giraffe onesie, and i absolutely melted for her. here is the Foxes’ journey to getting a onesie each!

Aaron

TW: mentions of hospitalization and drugs, implications of abuse, mental illness and murder

Aaron tries very hard

that phrase alone could very well sum up his existence

he tries to be a good student

he tries to be a good backliner

he tries to be a good teammate

he tries to be a good person

he tries to be a go- he tries to be a brother

he tries so, so hard

but life is harder

he’d tried being a good son, and failed

his mother was dead, and died hating him

he’d tried being a good boyfriend, and failed

Katelyn was gone, and left him crying

so Aaron was trying, and now?

he was trying to find himself, to grow, to heal…

which was very, very difficult when in counselling sessions with your just-as-traumatized twin brother

they’d both worked through Andrew and Neil’s non-relationship, and through Aaron and Katelyn’s fallout

Aaron had expected it to be the other way around

turns out that while he thought Katelyn deserved better, she thought he deserved better too

she had her own demons to deal with too, in the end

and so while everyone pretty much expected Aaron’s demons to be too big for Katelyn, it was hers that had been too much for the both of them

he couldn’t reach her, couldn’t get through to her, couldn’t help her

one fateful night, she had asked him, sobbing and breathless, to make the call

the call to take her away, the call to save her from herself

the paramedics had put her on a gurney, and they had said their goodbyes

I’m sorry Aaron… I’m so sorry, I wanted to be strong for you… I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I’m so scared… It hurts so much, Aaron… I’m sorry… Please take care of yourself, baby, please… I’m sorry…

she was wheeled away, and hadn’t seen her in a year since

they corresponded, though

4 months into her admission at a private psychiatric hospital, she had sent him a handwritten letter

she had told him about her routine, her new friendships, her therapists…

she’d told him about the work she was doing on herself, about the traumas she had been too ashamed to share with him…

after the fifth or sixth letter, Aaron had started responding

he never told anyone

until this week

he’d lost count of how many letters he’d received from her, and how many he’d sent her back

but this letter…

this one was different

this one broke his heart so much, that he walked out of his dorm, the letter still clutched in one hand, grabbed Andrew on his way out of Fox Tower, and made him drive to Betsy’s office

without a single word

Betsy was surprised, to say the least, to see Aaron entering first, distress in his eyes, and Andrew following close behind, clueless

Aaron handed Betsy the letter, sat down, elbows on his knees, head in his hands, eyes closed

Bee: Correct me if I’m wrong, Aaron, but from what I understand of the situation, you would like to share this with Andrew?

Aaron: And with you. Bee.

Bee: That is very generous of you Aaron. And brave. Would you like me to read the letter out loud?

Aaron nodded, never looking up

My dear Aaron,

What I’m about to tell you in this letter is very different from our usual correspondence. You know I’ve been working on things since the beginning of my hospitalization. Big things. Ugly things. But important things. And you are not a thing, Aaron, but you are important. You were forced to play a role in the mess that was my life, but that role saved me. From myself. You made the tough call, you took it upon yourself to protect me, even if it meant putting me away and losing me. Losing us.

I’m not so good with spoken words, and I feel safe here, in this bubble we’ve created for ourselves. But I would like you to believe me when I say that the words I’m about to tell you, I would repeat them to you outloud for the rest of my life if it could make amends for what I’ve put you through. One word from you and I would come in person to tell you how much I mean them.

I am grateful for you, Aaron Minyard.

I am eternally thankful that you have crossed the path of my life. You have helped me in more ways than you know, in more ways that I could possibly imagine. It’s so important that you know that, Aaron. It’s important to me, because you deserve to know, and you deserve the recognition. Because I know you don’t think much of yourself. Because I know you think this was all your fault. Because I know you, a little bit, at least. You did the best you could with what you had, and it was enough, Aaron. You cared for me when you didn’t have to, when you couldn’t, when you were going through it yourself, and I can’t thank you enough. But I can try. So here it is: Thank you, Aaron. Thank you. For everything. You were amazing.

However, there is another thing I need to say. A harder thing. But I must take responsibility for my actions, for both my sake and yours. You need to know. You need to know.

I am sorry, Aaron. I am sorry that you had to make that call. I am sorry that you had to witness my breakdown. I am sorry that I had to leave like that. I am sorry that I broke your heart. I am sorry for all the pain and hardship I’ve put you through. I am sorry for all the times I’ve lashed out at you, when really I wanted to lash out at my life. I am sorry for all the times I hurt you, when really I wanted to hurt myself. I am sorry that you had to watch me fall like that. I am sorry that you had to pick up the pieces alone, that you had to get back up alone. I am sorry for all the times I’ve said cruel things just to be mean and to hurt you, for all the grief I’ve caused you, all of it. This is my official, explicit, conscious and honest apology to you. I’m apologizing for all the wrongs I’ve done you, because it was my fault and you didn’t deserve any of it. I take full responsibility. And I am not expecting forgiveness in return. This is a no-strings-attached apology. I could apologize to you forever and still not be worthy of your forgiveness. So I won’t be waiting for it. I won’t be begging for it. This is all yours. I’m sorry, Aaron. I need you to know that. Because I know you think you deserve what happened, because I know you think it was all your fault. It wasn’t. It was mine. It is still mine. And know that I am not only apologizing in words. I will try everything in my power to make it up to you. Whatever it takes. I promise you that, Aaron.

Love,

Katelyn

as Betsy folded the letter, Aaron’s tears dripped down on the office carpet

Andrew was silent, eyes fixed on the piece of paper

Betsy waited a few minutes to let everyone soak in the moment

Bee: This is a very beautiful and heartfelt letter, Aaron. From what I understand, you and Katelyn have been writing letters since she “moved”?

Aaron nodded, still silently crying in his hands

Bee: Are your exchanges always like this?

Aaron shook his head

Bee: Okay, I see. Is this the first time a letter from her has made you cry?

another nod from Aaron

Bee: And why do you think that is?

Aaron: I don’t know…

his voice was rough from crying

Bee: Well, I think I might have an inkling, you tell me if it resonates with you. I believe, Aaron, that this is the first time someone has ever formally apologized to you, yeah? You are not someone that has grown up with that kind of care, that kind of responsibility. That kind of praise. I think you know that this is some kind of opportunity for closure, of course, but it goes deeper than that, doesn’t it? Someone cares for the wrongs they’ve done, for the hurt they’ve caused you. And you are not used to that. You are not used to being apologized to. You are not used to this type of kindness. Katelyn did not have to apologize and express her gratefulness. You didn’t expect her to. But she did. That means something to you, yeah?

Aaron’s heart broke a little more at that, before mending a little, too

he cried harder

and Andrew was watching all of this from his seat, seemingly unconcerned

he knew this wasn’t necessarily about him, that this was about Katelyn, and Aaron, and about showing Andrew that she didn’t deserve his hatred and his knives

but he did care

after he drove Aaron back to the dorms and told Kevin to watch his brother, he went for a drive

to think

he only came back once he had thought of something to do with Aaron

damn Josten for softening him

he threw Neil and Nicky out of their dorm, and went to retrieve the Stitch onesie from the back of his closet

he looked for the brand tag, looked it up online and made his purchase

he even paid for accelerated shipping

the day his order arrived, he went to the same convenience store where he’d found his precious DVD, and bought a stupid ugly postcard with a lighthouse on it

in a very neat handwriting, Andrew wrote what he had to say

he then went looking for his brother, but he didn’t have to look far

since that session with Bee, where Kevin was, Aaron usually was too

and Kevin was always at the court

but Andrew found them both sitting on the court’s floor, all geared up, yet watching something non Exy-related on Kevin’s phone

weird

that didn’t stop Andrew

he went back to the locker room, refusing to disturb the weird little thing that was going on there

he left the package and the postcard in Aaron’s locker, and left

a few hours later, as Kevin went to shower and Aaron opened his locker, Andrew’s gift was found

the postcard had slipped to the back of the locker, so Aaron retrieved the plastic bag and opened it first

he didn’t understand

it was a big, fluffy thing, bright yellow

what the fuck

it’s Pikachu

it’s a Pikachu onesie

it’s a fucking Pikachu onesie

what the fuck

he hadn’t thought about Pokemons since… well, since Tilda died

he had collected them, the cards, and the figurines

but he’d sold the toys for drug money

and he’d lost all his cards in the… accident

he’d left his three hundred-something card collection in the car, for some reason he couldn’t remember

but the crash had burnt and bloodied them all

when Nicky had adopted the twins, he had bought Aaron some new ones, but it didn’t compare… it couldn’t replace what he had lost

and now he was holding an adult-sized Pikachu one-piece pajama

he still couldn’t wrap his head around it when he found the postcard peeking from the back of his locker

he took it, his hand trembling terribly

he read the back

later, Kevin found Aaron sitting on the bench, still in his Exy uniform, smiling but crying

He’s so fucking stupid, Kevin, look at this shit

Kevin looked, indeed, at this shit

Kevin didn’t understand what he was looking at, but then Aaron handed him the postcard

Aaaron hadn’t told this story to anyone but Kevin, so he understood immediately what it said, and who wrote it

Kevin placed his big hand on the back of Aaron’s neck and squeezed a bit, an offer of comfort

he still didn’t understand what the yellow monstrosity was supposed to be, but he understood what it all meant

Aaron held the card closer to his heart than the onesie

everytime things became hard with Andrew, he wore Pikachu and he looked at the postcard

he focused on the little lighthouse, on the small, precise letters, on the ink of the pen

he focused on the words

Sorry I trashed your Pokemon cards

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maribatshipper · 4 years ago

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Miraculous Damienette Reader Insert

A girl with H/C, H/L, H/S hair walks into College Françoise Dupont, looking for a certain bluenette, her E/C eyes glimmering as she sees the bluebell-eyed teen in one of the classes. The bell rings & she walks into the classroom & runs straight for the other girl.

"NETTIEEEEE!" She exclaims, surprising the bluenette.

The redheaded teacher asks, "Who are you? This-"

The girl laughs, "Oh, I am Marinette's cousin Y/N who just came back from Australia!"

Suddenly, a girl who's hair reminds Y/N of a horse's butt smiles, "Oh, I remember Australia. I went there last year & had some of that deliciously sweet stuff they called Vigimite."

Y/N laughs her butt off. The girl looks offended.

"That is the funniest thing I've heard in weeks! You can't even pronounce it!" Y/N laughs.

"Hey, Why are you laughing at Lila? She was just trying to connect with you!" A brunette with glasses frowns at Y/N.

"Because, this Lila girl obviously has never been to Australia. Vegemite is certainly not sweet. It is a savoury spread the locals put on bread. Next thing she's gonna be telling me is that they ride Kangaroos to school & the Koala Bear is actually a bear & they throw a shrimp on the Barbie! It's not a shrimp, it's a prawn! Kangaroos are wild animals & it's only called a Koala BEAR because it looks like a living Teddy Bear!" Y/N exclaims.

"N/N, calm down." Marinette sighs.

Y/N nods, "Sorry. Oh, you said something really important on the phone, Nettie!"

Marinette blushes, "It's nothing, really."

"We'll talk about it on the way to my apartment!" Y/N smiles.

Lila starts crying, catching Y/N's attention.

"Why are you so mean?" Lila cries.

Y/N goes full savage mode.

"Oh, forgive me. I didn't realise saying hello to my Cousin makes you blush!" She sasses.

The brunette girl glares at Y/N, "How dare you hurt Lila's feelings!"

Marinette sighs, "Alya..."

Y/N cuts her cousin off & laughs, "Seriously? If she's all upset because I love my cousin, then her family hates her, which I'm not surprised with the outfit she's wearing, & don't get me started on her hair! Are you trying to look like a dog's hind leg? You'd think that a girl who's on the magazines would at least model good clothes, & know how to MODEL! Honestly, you'd think Agreste would pick a good muse. I've seen 27 different kids here with much better fashion sense than you!"

Everyone gasps at Y/N's statements about Lila. Lila ends up crying her eyes out, but Y/N keeps smirking.

"I think you've caused enough trouble, Y/N." Alya sneers.

Y/N glares, "Like all of you have caused trouble for Marinette?" in a deathly serious voice.

Marinette hides under the table. If there is anything she has learned from the family reunions, it's that you do NOT get Y/N mad.

"You know, Marinette can sue the lot of you with what you've done. I've done my research on the lot of you. You, Alya! Your blog is crap! All it's used for is spreading Miss Rossi's lies. You call yourself a truth-seeker but you only see what you want to see." Y/N hisses.

Alya goes to object when Y/n gives her a look that can shut up politicians.

"You, Max! You believed a serviette-"

Marinette interrupts, "We call them napkins here."

Y/N continues, "A napkin could gouge out your eye! Dude, you're wearing glasses! Unless the paper had acid on it, the only thing it could've hurt is your cheek, glasses, or forehead! Use that brain you were given!" She turns to the Teacher, "Bustier, you make Marinette do all the work keeping your pupils in place, when that is your job! She's been doing everything except teaching the class. My cousin is spread as thin as Vegemite should be, & you all expect her to do more than her fair share! & don't even get me started on the texts I've seen!"

Marinette's eyes widen in shock.

"Did you say texts?" Marinette whispers.

Suddenly, a purple butterfly flies into the room & lands on Y/N's belt, absorbing it as a neon butterfly symbol appearing over her face.

"Des-"

"I'mma stop you right there, Moth-butt. YOU are one of the reasons I'm mad, so I suggest you remove this little insect before I crush YOU like one. NOW!"

The class stares in shock for a while before Y/N falls against one of the desks, the butterfly symbol disappearing & the butterfly forms again to fly away when Y/N grabs it, holds it by both wings with both hands & rips it apart, killing it.

"May that be a lesson to that man." Y/N smirks, "Now, I'm taking Marinette to my place & you can bet that your life is about to become so much harder! Somewhere out there is a tree that's working tirelessly to supply you all with oxygen. Go find it & apologise! Let's go Nettie."

Y/N grabs Marinette's hand & walks away.

***

"Now that that's out of the way, What's this about a boyfriend, Nettie?"

Marinette's a blushing mess.

"You don't have to answer my questions right now, but be careful in Paris, Ladybug." Y/N smirks.

Marinette exclaims, "What!? No! I'm- I'm not-"

Y/N laughs, "Whatever you have that fools all of Paris, even the world, doesn't work on your cousin who designed supersuits. There is also E's influence."

Marinette sighs, "How?"

Y/N ignores her question.

"Speaking of which, What Do You Think You're Doing?!"

The slightly older teenager instantly switches to lecture mode, whacking Marinette with newspaper.

"You taught me everything you know, which helped me with E, & I watched you with pride as you impress Agreste with your hat & created the album cover of Jagged Stone that hits the top of the charts like a high note, & you go running around Paris rooftops in a Polk-a-dot spandex ONESIE?! I'd think you'd at least get a decent supersuit! No more! We're going to design you a REAL suit in my office! No cousin of mine is going to be running around Paris in PJS!"

Thoroughly intimidated, Marinette stares at Y/N in shock. She barely sees this woman, & out of everyone in Paris, the family that she rarely sees figures out her identity! She just keeps staring shocked while Y/N drags her to a tall office with many supersuits lined on the walls, then takes her measurements.

"I... I don't know how you found out-" Marinette starts.

Y/N cuts her off, "I'm not going to tell anyone, Nettie. I've seen your fights against the Akumas. You're in a defensive battle, & need to keep your identity secret, even from your parents. Believe me, I can keep secrets, & I can't even tell you why."

That would be telling. Marinette knows Y/N used to be a superhero fan when she was younger, & it seems to have carried into her adolescence.

"That's not it N/N, I don't think my suit can change. I didn't design it, it's magic." Marinette frowns.

Y/N pulls out pieces of paper, "That would explain your powers, including why it took my 10 tries to recognise you. You & your partners must have Perception filters. You & Cat Noir's powers do seem to be in line with luck. Clearly you have some influence over your powers, so maybe that could extend to your suit? I mean, I did see that Pharaoh report. It's obvious your powers are older than you. Maybe even inheritable, & I doubt your predecessors wore spandex PJs."

Suddenly, there's a doorbell ring.

"Who's visiting?" Y/N asks.

She walks towards the door to see a young man with green eyes and dark hair.

"Damian Wayne? What do you want this time, Demon?" Y/N scoffs.

Marinette gapes. Her cousin knew him?

"Wondering why my girlfriend wasn't at home but was here." Damian scoffs.

Y/N turns to Marinette, who's smiling sheepishly.

"He's your boyfriend?! Now I feel kinda feel bad for putting a prank in his room. Oh, uh... Don't go in your room for the next 2 weeks, Demon. Does he know?"

Damian glares at Y/N while Marinette nods.

"Good, I can talk about it with him in the room. We'll design anyway, & you start practicing manipulating the suit’s design in private. In 2 months from now, I want to invite Ladybug to E's latest collection first hand, as some of the pieces have been inspired by her & her partners, & I do not want my cousin showing up looking like she put on an oversized toddler onesie, embarrassing herself, E, & I. If you can't change it, we'll make an oversuit with some of your boyfriend's tech. Maybe a jacket or armour. You'll look amazing!" Y/N natters.

Damian gives Marinette a deadpan look.

"What is she talking about?"

Marinette sighs, "She knows I'm Ladybug."

Damian sighs in annoyance.

"Oh please! Like it was that difficult to find out who the Batfamily was, Robin. The entire world is full of idiots. The only ones that figure it out & go public about the info end up dead. Also, I'm your family, Nettie. I'm supposed to protect you. But if your out there saving Paris, I can't do that. Just be careful, Nettie."

Marinette's eyes widen with an idea. Damian notices.

"No, Angel."

Y/N giggles at the nickname given to Marinette, remembering Damian's nickname.

"Opposites really do attract."

***

Ladybug is now seen swinging from rooftop to rooftop with a jacket with a hood that goes over her ears, with the design "La Mode" printed on the back, a new Fox hero, Kitsune, beside her, E/C eyes shining.

(Not my picture, I just googled it. Add a bit more armour on it.)

"You ready, Kitsune?" Ladybug asks.

Kitsune nods, "Ready as I'll ever be, Buginette!"

#Miraculous salt #Lila salt #Alya salt #Reader insert #Damienette #Maribat #Marinette's cousin Y/N!#Miraculous DC crossover

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wowcool808 · 4 years ago

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A Midnight Encounter-Part 2-Younger Brothers

Welcome to part two of this head cannon! I originally wanted to make the head cannon for the older brothers when I started typing it out, but then I figured I would miss some opportunities between Salem and Belpie. Then, I kind of gave up and decided to just do all the brothers. I think it turned out okay though, so I hope you enjoy!

To set the scene, MC is laying in their bed, staring up at the ceiling. They have been awake longer than they would like, and they don’t know what to do to lull themselves back asleep. After thinking for a while, they finally decide to just get some melatonin. Seems like a smart thing to do first, but it was all the way in the bathroom, which seemed like a mile away in the mellow darkness. MC grabs the suggested amount, and starts to move downstairs to get a drink of water to wash it down. Creeping around in an oversized, cat onesie, MC enters the kitchen and quietly reaches for the cup, when...

-Salem (#CatBoyUwU)

The air was still and quiet, masking him in darkness as he crept around in the silence. Step by step, he descended into the hallway leading into the main hall. Salem had been planning this for about a week now. He had texted Belphie about his plan only a few days ago, but he agreed to it right away. After all, Belphie would never miss an opportunity to prank Luci. The plan was to rig the refrigerator so that when Luci opened it to check to see whether Beel had eaten, a large, thick smog would fill the room and cause him to faint. It would be way easier to deal with him from there.

Salem smirked to himself after re-imagining his plan. It was foolproof. Almost every time, Luci had somehow snuck out of his perfectly crafted traps like a sly fox. Salem didn’t know how he managed to do it, but this time, he will come out on top. Well, both him and Belphie, but still. Salem arrived in the kitchen and started arranging the trap. He pulled out the vial filled with the concoction and started arranging the food in the fridge so that it would cover up any disturbance.

After finishing he stood up and took a look at his complete masterpiece. He was making some final touches when he heard someone descending the stairs. Salem jumped up and hid behind a counter. Expecting Luci to appear, he waited in anticipation. However, it wasn’t Luci at all, nore was it any of his brothers. It was none other than MC, creeping towards the kitchen. But, wait, what were they wearing? It was big and baggy, plus it was dark black as well. As they approached, he was able to make out what it was. A...Cat… They were dressed up as a cat! Or more accurately, they were dressed in a cat onesie.

Salem stood there in a daze, transfixed by the absolute cuteness and innocence of the silent MC as they walked further into the kitchen. Their pink ears were lit by the casting moonlight from the window, bopping along as they went. Salem realized he felt awfully hot in his face. He shook it off as he continued gazing at MC. They had just passed him and continued walking. Wait, they were walking right towards the fridge! Salem jumped up and shouted “Don’t open that!”

MC jumped in shock and turned around. “Oh jeeze Salem! What the heck!” they say panting and shaking their head.

“Oh, sorry.” He said, regaining his composure.

“W-what shouldn’t I open?”

“Ah, right. Well, you were about to open the fridge, right? I rigged it for Luci.”

“O-oh, okay. Well, I wasn’t going to the fridge, I was just grabbing a glass of water.”

“Ah, okay, my apologies.” He said, shaking off his embarrassment. MC was still staring up at him in their oversized pajamas, and Salem had to look away to prevent himself from getting transfixed again.

MC looked at him for a final moment before shrugging and grabbing a cup from the cupboard.

“You said you were rigging it for Luci?” MC said, filling the void of silence. “What does it do?”

“Well, I put a couple of ounces of this powder in the fridge, and when you open it, the powder reacts with the oxygen and creates a smog that’s strong enough to make anyone in the vicinity faint.”

“Oh… well, I guess that would’ve been bad if I had opened that, huh?” MC said chuckling. “Um, so do you need any help?”

Salem turned around and raised an eyebrow. He was actually considering asking MC for help, but since they always got dragged into being yelled at by Luci, he didn’t think it would be fair for them. But, if they offered then…

“Do you really want to help? You could get yelled at again. At this point, he’s tied you up almost as much as he's tied up Mammon.”

“Okay, that’s a bit much,” they said, laughing “we all know I could never catch up

with Mammon. But yeah, I want to help. I couldn’t fall asleep anyway, so I might as well do something ‘productive’” they said, air-quoting the word productive.

Salem stood still and thought for a moment. On one hand, he didn’t exactly need help, plus, he would feel bad if they had gotten caught and punished. On the other hand, he wanted to spend time with MC, and they wanted to help, too. Belphie was distracting Beel, so it’s not like he could help him with the decision. He finally looked up and nodded, “Okay, yeah, you can help.”

MC did an air punch and whispered “yes!” under their breath. Salem smiled and jerked his head to the counter, suggesting to MC to hide there with him. They crouched behind it and leaned against each other, MC’s fuzzy self pressed against his side. It took all of Salem’s willpower to not melt right then and there. He confirmed in his mind that if he had dropped dead right then and there, he would be content. Salem shook his head and stared straight in front of him, awaiting his victim…

Asmo-

UGGHHH! Why couldn’t he fall asleep! Asmo had been tossing and turning all night in his soft bed, unable to even get a wink of sleep. He had never been an insomniac, so this was very bizarre for him. He could practically feel his skin drooping and winkling whenever he moved! Asmo gave up and sat up against his bedboard. He couldn’t believe it. He was never like this. Usually it was someone else’s fault when he was unable to sleep, but this time, it was his doing. Even he had to admit that.

Asmo turned his head towards his bedroom door. He could hear someone making their way past his doorway. Maybe someone else was as sleep deprived as him? He smiled as he imagined MC walking past, creeping as to not wake anyone else. Perhaps, him? You can’t get past me that easily he thought, as he snuck out of his bed and towards the door. Asmo opened it carefully, making sure that it didn’t give him away by creaking. By the time he poked his head out, the person was already at the other side of the hallway. They were dressed in large, black pajamas, masking their true identity.

Asmo waited for the person to descend down the stairs to slowly follow them, a good 30 paces behind them. Only when he saw them enter the kitchen did he start to close the distance between them. As he entered the kitchen, he reached his hand out to turn on the light. As soon as he did, the identity of the dark figure was revealed. It turned out Asmo was right, because it was MC who was standing in the center of the kitchen. In a… cat onesie? So that’s why they were able to hide in the darkness. But nevermind that, MC looked so cute!

Asmo bounded toward MC and threw his arms around them.

“Oh MC, you’re soooo cute! But, what are you doing up at this hour?”

MC pushed Asmo away gently in shock. They were still recovering from the abrupt welcome.

“Um, well, I came for water, what about you? You’re never up this late.”

“Oh, right! Well, naturally I wouldn’t do this at my own will. I just couldn’t fall asleep! My beautiful face and skin is at the mercy of my wakefulness. I can feel it wrinkle and crinkle under my touch!”

“Oh, that’s uh, probably not good.” MC says gazing at Asmo “But, it doesn’t look bad to me.”

“Aw, thanks MC! But, I don’t need any pity, I know that it’s happening.”

“Well, if it helps, I have some melatonin you can have. That’s why I came down, anyway, to get water.”

“Oh, really? That’s so nice of you, MC! I’ll take your offer, then.”

“Okay, cool. I still need to grab some water, though. You might want to take some as well.”

Asmo didn’t really need to grab some water. After all, he has at least 5 full bottles in his room. Good hydration is the first rule of beauty! However, he grabbed a cup of water to be courteous. When they were ready to head out towards MC’s room, Asmo took their hand and led the way. MC hesitantly followed him, even though it was to their own room. Annoyingly enough, Asmo didn’t seem like he cared that anyone would wake because of him and MC. MC, on the other hand, had to continuously remind Asmo to hush.

When they arrived in MC’s room, MC swiftly made their way to the bathroom where the melatonin was. They grabbed two pills and gave them to Asmo. He thankfully took them and swallowed it with the water. Then, he collapsed on the bed.

“Ah… Your bed is so soft MC! I don’t know how you were unable to fall asleep in the first place.”

MC sat next to him and folded in their legs. “Well, your bed is comfortable as well, and yet you’re unable to fall asleep, too.”

“I guess you’re right. Man, you’re so smart, MC!”

“Well, not really, but thanks.” they said turning to look at Asmo “By the way, Asmo, why weren't you able to sleep in the first place?”

Asmo was quiet for a moment, and when he spoke, it felt like an eternity had already passed. “Well, I’m not sure. I guess I’ve just had some things on my mind for a while.”

MC cocked their head and furrowed their eyebrows in concern. “Why’s that? What’s wrong?”

Asmo smiled and shook his head “It’s nothing crazy. I just heard something the other day and it got me thinking some.”

Asmo wanted the conversation to end, but MC just continued staring at him with eager and concerned eyes, urging him to continue. Eventually, Asmo confessed.

“Well, I heard on Youtube that apparently, no matter how amazing of a person someone is, there are always people who will disagree with you or dislike you. Now, look at me. That can’t be true, right? I put so much effort in my appearance and beauty, so how can someone not like me. No one has ever told me otherwise, so have some people just been lying to me this whole time?”

MC secretly knew this was not true. People have insulted him before (mainly his brothers), but he filters out anything that’s not a complement. Well, whatever, MC understood how he felt. The anxiety of being unliked by people, it was something they felt sometimes too.

“It’s just… I can’t imagine people lying to me about that. I’m so beautiful, and people lie to agree with me? That can’t be right, right? If I’m not beautiful, then what am I?”

MC thought about it. It makes sense as to why this would be eating away at him.

“Um well, see Asmo, I think the video was right, there are always people who won’t like you. But, that’s true about everyone. Opinions, just like beauty, depends on the person. Not everyone can be happy with one thing, otherwise, there would be no problems in this world. I think you should use that as a strength, though. Figure out what you can improve on, then you can please even more people. You have a lot more than outside beauty, you know that, right?”

“I do?” he asked, slightly surprised.

“Of course! You’re kind, and empathetic, and you put so much effort in everything!”

Asmo stared at the ground for a second, thinking. He then looked up at MC and smiled.

“You’re right. Maybe my goal should just be to impress as many people as humanly possible. Maybe, without just my outside appearance…” he said trailing off. He pulled MC in a tight hug and sighed. “Thanks, MC. I feel a lot better now.”

“Egh, yeah no problem.” they squeezed out.

“Hey MC, can I sleep with you tonight?” Asmo said, pulling away.

“Hehe, no, sorry Asmo.”

“Awww”

-Beel

*Grumble grumble* *grumble grumble* Beel lay awake on his side, his stomach shaking his whole body. He felt his emptiness gnaw and eat away at his insides. He couldn’t stand it, just like he always did. He shifted his body and he heard crinkling around his waist. They were the opened plastic from the already-eaten snacks Beel had used only a few minutes ago. It hadn’t even satisfied him enough to fall asleep, and now he’s even more hungry than before.

Beel sat up on his bed and started searching for anything he missed, any snack he left uneaten. No dice. Beel sighed and slowly moved to his dresser drawers, where he kept all of his leftovers from the day before. He knew the answer, but he had some hope anyways. Yup, nothing in there. Surrendering, Beel stood up and moved out the door. He always felt bad raiding the kitchen, but what was he supposed to do? He couldn’t stand being hungry; it was worse than being bored, angry, or any other negative feeling!

Beel made his way into the kitchen, his stomach probably alerting everyone no matter how hard he tried to be quiet. As he turned the corner, he noticed a dim light in the kitchen. He walked over and looked in, and noticed MC leaning against a counter, their face illuminated by the soft glow of their phone. Thinking it was kind of weird, Beel stepped further in the room.

“Hey MC, what are you doing?” He said softly.

MC looked up, shocked. Noticing who it was, they exhaled in relief. “Oh, thank goodness, it’s you Beel. I thought you were Luci for a second. I feel like he would scold me for being up late.”

“Oh, yeah, I’m pretty sure I’m Beel.” He said chuckling.

“Hehe, yeah, I guess you are. Anyway, I’m assuming you came here for food?”

“Yeah, I’m hungry,” He said, rubbing his belly “so I was hoping there would be a lot of food in the fridge.”

“Um, I checked it earlier to get an apple from in there, and there wasn’t a whole lot of food.”

Beel widened in eyes in fear “No leftovers?”

“Nope, we went to Diavolo’s today, plus, we’ve eaten the rest of the leftovers from previous nights.”

“Oh gosh, oh no.” He said, rubbing his head. He felt his body getting warmer and hungrier with each passing moment.

“H-hey, it’s okay. We have cereal and milk, don’t worry.” MC said, nervously moving to the pantry to grab the boxes of cereal. Beel continued mumbling to himself as MC grabbed a large bowl, 2 boxes of cereal, milk, and a spoon, and handed it to him. Beel looked down and noticed the cereal in his arms.

“Oh… did you grab these for me?” Beel asked MC, who nodded in confirmation. “Oh, yay, thanks!” He said, giving MC a big grin. He sat down at the table and started pouring his bowl. MC stood in the doorway, watching him. He poured a massive bowl that overflowed on the table.

“You know, you could just pour a normal-sized bowl and eat that, and just get another one after.”

Beel paused for a moment and then shrugged “Too late now.” He shoved a spoonful of cereal in his mouth. While he was munching, MC took a seat across from him, pouring themselves a smaller, more acceptable bowl of cereal. They were both eating when MC’s mind started wandering. They pondered as to why Beel could eat so much without gaining a single pound. Well, to be fair, he does a lot of sports and other activities, so that could be it. Still, it seems a bit odd…

“MC? You okay? You look like you're thinking about something pretty hard.” Beel said, his mouth half full of cereal.

MC looked up at him and grinned “Yeah, that’s probably because I was thinking rather intensely. It’s just…” MC paused, searching for the right words “...you eat so much, and yet you still look amazing! I’m jealous you can still look great after a full course meal.” MC felt her body get a bit flushed once they realized how it sounded, but they shook it off.

Beel was silent for a moment, apparently leaving the slightly unintentionally flirty complement unnoticed. He swallowed his mouthful before he started talking again. “Well, I naturally have a high metabolism. Some of my brothers have it, too. Luci and Mammon are some examples, but Asmo and Belphie weren’t so fortunate. Kind of ironic that Asmo wasn’t lucky, actually.” He let out a chuckle as he ate a few more spoonfuls.

MC looked down at their own bowl, watching the colorful, sugary pieces float about in the sea of milk. Beel reached to grab the box for another bowl while MC drained their milk. Beel sat back for a moment in an attempt to finish his original thought.

“It might also be because I work out a lot. I didn’t start working out to stay fit, but it came as a bonus I guess.” he finished. As he was leaning in to enjoy his bowl again, he finally noticed what MC was wearing: a cute, black kitten onesie with sleepy eyes and a button nose. He smiled sweetly and chucked “I like your pajamas. You almost look like Belphie.”

MC smiled, embarrassed “Er, thanks Beel.” they said. They would’ve been more flustered if it hadn’t been for his cute, comforting smile. “I got it a while ago back home, but I never cared to wear it around anyone since it seems too childish.”

Beel furrowed his eyebrows and cocked his head. “I don’t think it’s childish at all. I think it’s just cute.”

MC chuckled and looked away “Thanks, Beel, at least I know you won’t judge me.”

Beel looked at MC with a stern face. “MC, no one would ever judge you. You're basically part of our family now. Plus, look at Levi and Belphie. Belphie wears onesies like you, and Levi is basically the definition of immaturity. We still love them, though, no matter their preferences.”

MC blinked and looked back at Beel. Beel brought up some good points, though they did seem a bit obvious, MC still hadn’t seen it. It would make sense as to why Beel would be a good supporter though, since he was often the peace keeper of the house whenever his brothers were fighting. Well, MC was still a bit better at it, but Beel is learning.

MC sighed and grinned “You have a point. Sorry about that, thanks again, Beel.”

Beel smiled his cute smile again and nodded his head, murmuring a vocal conformation. He was almost done with his second massive mountain of cereal, and he was actually slowing down. He shoved the last few spoonfuls in his mouth before sighing and leaning back. MC got up and started to put the bowls in the sink, and Beel helped them clean the table free from any leftovers. When it was all done, they leaned on the wall next to the kitchen door.

“Well, I should probably go to bed soon, Luci would beat me up if he knew I had stayed up for another hour.” MC said, rubbing their neck.

“Yeah,” Beel agreed tiredly, “I should probably go to bed too.”

Before they left, Beel pulled MC into a massive hug. Surprised, MC jumped a little, but quickly hugged him back. They linger for just a second, with MC listening to his heartbeat match theirs.

Belphie-

*tic tic tic* The muffled sounds of the nearby clock seemed like it was dragging on longer than it should have. Belphie had been waiting for a text from Salem for longer than he would admit. They had promised they were going to set up a plan where Salem would trick Luci into opening the fridge, where then a big cloud of smoke would collide with him and knock him out. Naturally, it would work as planned, but now he’s having second thoughts after waiting over an hour for Salem’s confirmation that it worked. Belphie’s job was to stay awake in his room to prevent Beel from going on a snack run, because if he did, then both the plan and Beel’s day the next morning would be ruined.

Honestly, the only way someone could keep Belphie awake this late was if something unfortunate would come to Luci. Otherwise, he would’ve fallen asleep halfway through the proposition. Belphie had actually almost fallen asleep a number of times, but he always woke himself up before it was too late. By this point, Belphie was getting a lot more irritated, so he decided to check on Salem just in case something had happened. To be fair, that was the entire reason as to why he waited for so long for the text: he didn’t want to be drawn into any punishment, but Belphie had already given up by the time he opened his door to leave.

On his way down, he grabbed a small flashlight to use in the case where he had to be pretty stealthy. When he arrived at the kitchen, he turned the flashlight on the dimmest setting that allowed light, and he searched the room. At the very end of the kitchen, he saw someone hunched over on the sink. Someone small...and… furry? Belphie started walking when the person turned around abruptly, recoiling slightly by the light. It was obvious who it was now, and Belphie was surprised it took him this long to identify the person.

“Well, well, well… who do we have here?” he said coyingly.

“Oh shut up, Belphie, you wear onesies too.” MC said, rolling their eyes.

“Oh, I wasn’t planning on commenting on that, but I’m glad you brought it to my attention.” Belphie had started encircling MC like a predator encircling its prey.

“Whatever,, I’m sure you noticed it before. Anyway, what are you doing down here?”

“Hmm… I was about to ask you the same thing.” Belphie said, teasing them.

MC was slowly starting to get impatient. Honestly, they could totally take him down, with Belphie being small and “fragile” and all that. Well, it was just wishful longings; MC would never resort to violence when it was unnecessary.

“Why did you come down here?” MC asked again firmly.

“I’ll answer if you answer the same question first.”

MC groaned. Why did he always have to make things more difficult than they needed to be? “Fine, I came down here just to get a glass of water. Was it that difficult?”

Belphie stopped encircling MC and stood across from them, hands in his pockets. “Nope. Was it that difficult to say?” MC raised their eyebrows expectantly “Fine, I came down here to meet up with Salem. We were meaning to prank Luci, but we apparently had some miscommunication, so I decided to check on what was going on.”

MC nodded, taking all the information in before speaking. “What kind of miscommunication?”

Belphie shrugged and pulled out his phone. “He was supposed to text me an hour ago to let me know if it had worked or not, but I haven’t gotten anything.”

“Oh, okay.” MC looked at him. As much as he teased them, they liked hanging out with him because they seemed to know them better than anyone. Maybe it was because they just spend the most time together, maybe it was because he was easy to talk to. Who knows. Plus, his hugs and cuddles were really warm as well.

“Well, do you want me to help you look for him?” MC said, leaning back and crossing their arms.

“You’ll do that for me?” he said in a glamorously sarcastic voice.

“Not if you sound so unenthusiastic about it”

“Alright, alright, fine” he said, giving up.

They headed out to search the rest of the house. They mainly looked at places either Salem spent most of his time, or places he could be hung up and/or punished. They had no luck for a while, but they managed to locate Luci, who was in the secret room inside the library. They had heard the solemn music track he always listened to from a mile away. Despite Belphie’s objections, they decided to leave him be. They had searched for another 20 minutes or so before they heard a ping from Belpie’s phone. Finally, Salem had answered. All it said, though, was Code blue: meet in my room in 5 minutes.

“Wait, but weren’t we just there?” asked Belphie.

“Yeah we were, strange. Besides, what does code blue mean?” MC asked as they ascended the main hall stairs.

“Psh, like I know. I paid enough attention to understand the main idea and my job, not whatever extra stuff Salem wanted to do for the sake of his detective fantasy.” he said dismissively.

As they arrived at the door, they noticed Salem’s light was on.

“Huh, so I guess he is in here.” MC said, intrigued.

“Of course I am. That’s what I told you, didn’t I?” Said a voice from behind the door.

The door was open to reveal Salem. Upon closer inspection, Mc notices he was starting to bruise on his wrist.

“Hey Salem, what happened to you? And, why do you have bruises on your right wrist?” MC said, concerned.

Salem shook his head and invited the two in his room. “You noticed? Well, turns out Luci had found out what I was doing because he installed this new mechanism on the fridge that sends alerts to his phone whenever the fridge opens during nighttime. It was made to help prevent Beel from stealing, but it found me out as well. This,” he said, nodding at his wrist, “was from when I got caught. Luci made me stay up for about an hour and a half writing ‘I will not ‘prank’ nor ‘punish’ my brothers again’. I had only just gotten back when I texted you, Belphie. It was a pretty gruesome punishment, but it could’ve been worse.”

Belphie and MC looked at each other in the same concerned yet confused expression.

“Wait wait wait, did you rat me out? Did he find out I was working with you?” Belphie said in a slightly frantic tone.

“No, you’re in the clear. Take it as my token of appreciation for going along with my plan even though I messed it up by not being thorough.” Salem said. Belphie’s sigh of relief was hard to hide, and he didn’t care to either. “Don’t count on me doing it again, though. I might not be so sensible next time.” he added.

MC was surprised he was so calm and forgiving. After what happened, even they would’ve been furious. Plus, Salem was known for his uncontrollable anger. Perhaps he had already taken it out on something before they had come over?

“Well, you can go now. I only called you to tell you what happened. Plus, I technically didn’t invite MC either. Though I don’t mind their company, I didn’t agree to let them in on our plan.” Salem said, pushing them out of the room. For some reason, MC couldn’t help but feel the irony in that last part of the statement.

“Sorry about that Salem. But anyway, goodnight.” MC said as they entered the hallway.

“Yeah, you too.” Salem said as he closed the door.

MC waited a moment before turning to Belphie “Well, that was nice of him”

“Yeah, it was almost uncharacteristically nice of him” He said, narrowing his eyes in suspicion.

“Hey, I heard your sigh of relief, I know you appreciated it.”

“Yeah I did. I don’t need Luci on my tail for another reason.”

Belphie and MC stood in front of the door for a few seconds before leaving for their respected rooms. Right before they split apart, they said their goodbyes, hugging each other before leaving. But, as they turned around, MC bumped into a wall. Stepping back and rubbing their head, they realized that it wasn’t a wall, but a large, black silhouette.

“Hello MC and Belphie. Do you mind repeating what you said to Salem in his room.”

Oh crap.

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Rise From the Ashes; Just to See You Again

Chapter 4: Before He Was Ready

Penny was taken from him before he was ready, then again, he didn't know if he'd ever be ready. The nurse assured him it was just for a check up and that he'd see her again in no time at all. It still made him nervous though.

As Penny was taken away another nurse gave him a photo of Penny, that she had apparently taken just minutes before, telling him that she seemed very healthy and that he would see her in the nursery soon.

"Is she alright?" asked Mary behind him, her voice drowsy.

"Yeah," Tony answered, his voice gentle, "She's good. Just getting a check up. You can sleep if you want, Mary."

She eyed him for a moment before nodding and closing her eyes, clearly ready for the conversation to be over so she could just sleep. Which, considering she had just given birth, he couldn't blame her.

Tony wasn't sure what to do with himself, his arms felt so empty without Penny, so he walked out of the room and headed down the hall on autopilot. It wasn't until he heard a familiar voice calling out his name that he pulled himself back to the present. Rhodey and Pepper were in the waiting room, both were standing and looking at him expectantly, their faces tight with worry. Tony grinned at them.

"She's six pounds and seven ounces, both her and Mary are doing fine," he told them, his grin growing wider. Pepper sighed with relief, a smile tugging at her lips while Rhodey threw his hands in the air as though in triumph, his relieved laugh infectious, "Her name is Penelope James Stark, and she's ready to meet her godfather."

"You...you named her after me?" Rhodey asked, his smile disappearing as his eyes grew wide.

"Who else?" Tony responded, "Come on, 'nurse said she'd be in the nursery."

And she was. Tony pointed her out among the other babies, and Rhodey and Pepper cooed at her, smiles alight on their faces.

"Oh, she looks just like Mary," Pepper said, her voice soft. Tony did see Mary in her, but somehow, even as a baby, he thought she looked so much like his mom.

"Yeah, but I bet she'll act like Tony," Rhodey responded.

"Oh I hope not!" Pepper exclaimed, and Rhodey barked out a laugh. Tony placed a hand over his heart in mock hurt, scoffing.

"Words hurt, Ms. Potts," he joked, and she laughed a little.

They stayed at the hospital for the night, Tony retreating to his and Mary's room while Rhodey stayed out in the waiting area. Pepper ended up going home but said she'd be by first thing in the morning.

When Tony walked into Mary's room carrying Penny she was already asleep, hugging the pillow underneath her. He wished the same could be said for Penny, who was starting to cry.

"Hey, it's okay, Bambina," he whispered, shushing her. She continued to cry until he pressed a bottle to her lips, which she started drinking greedily. Tony sighed in relief, "Good thing Mary pumped you some milk, huh Panda?"

Penny just continued to stare at him, sucking on the bottle. Tony smiled at her as she ate, endlessly amazed by his daughter, which still sounded so absurdly unreal to him. When she was done he burped her, startled by the surprisingly loud burp she let out, and placed her in the crib gently. She fell asleep quickly, which Tony was thankful for. He was surprisingly tired, and he followed her lead, falling asleep in the crappy hospital chair by her crib.

When Tony woke up it was to an already familiar scream. He grabbed Penny immediately, rocking her in his arms as he shushed her, not wanting her to wake up Mary. When he looked up however, it was to find that she was already up and moving. She was already out of her hospital gown and in her normal clothes, and she was eating at the moment.

"Morning, Tony," she greeted, shoving a forkful of eggs into her mouth, "She alright?"

"Yeah, she probably just needs her diaper changed, so."

She hummed and took a sip of water as Tony got up to change Penny, who was not very happy with her situation it seemed. She calmed down when he was done, giggling up at him and waving her chubby arms. Baby mood swings were kind of intense if he was being honest. He then grabbed a bottle of milk for her and began feeding her, he also struck up an awkward conversation with Mary while he was at it.

"You're up early," he remarked.

"It's 8:45," Mary responded, "And I'm leaving soon, anyway."

"What? Like, this morning soon?"

"Yeah," Mary said, "I've got to get back to work and I'm pretty sure you and Penelope are supposed to leave this morning anyway."

He guessed that was true, that this had always been the plan, but it was going to be weird without Mary. He'd grown used to having her around.

"Have you seen Rhodey?" he asked, shifting the conversation, "Or Pepper?"

"No, but they're probably just out in the waiting room. Rhodes stayed the night didn't he?"

"Yeah, I'll just call him later."

Mary set aside her tray and grabbed her bag, looking through it. He realized dimly that it was the same bag she'd brought when she'd come to stay with him. She was an insanely light packer.

The woman paused for a moment before looking up at him and flashing him a sharp smile, and Tony knew instantly that it was the last time he would see that smile.

"It was nice to see you, Tony, and I wanted to thank you before I left. I'm glad you decided to take Penelope, and I know she'll find a great father in you."

Tony swallowed, smiling at the woman in front of him fondly. He barely knew her yet her words meant everything to him.

"Thanks, Mary. That-that means a lot. It was great to really meet you. And, here," he shifted Penny and managed to grab his wallet, fishing out a few hundreds, "For the plane ticket. Have a safe flight."

She nodded in response, said a quick 'thank you,' and left, like ripping off a band-aid.

"Well, now it's just you and me, huh, Pigeon?"

Penny grabbed his nose in response.

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"Does Shortcake like the bubbles?"

Penny gave out a shrill, happy shriek and waved her arms wildly, splashing him with water. Penny was two months old now, and baths were by far her favorite activity, though he was sure spending time with him was a close second.

After a few more minutes of washing Penny's hair, which had grown alarmingly fast, he picked her up and wrapped her in a towel tightly, grimacing as she began to cry. She hated when he took her out of the bath.

"Drain the tub, J," he told his AI, scrubbing Penny's head in an attempt to dry her fluffy hair.

"Yes, sir. And sir, Mr. Stane has arrived on the property."

Obadiah? What did he want? Tony was going to have to see him in a couple days anyway, as his paternity leave was ending.

"Is he inside?"

"He is approaching the door, and per recent protocol I am not allowed to let him in unless you personally authorize it," Jarvis reminded him. Oh, yeah, he kinda forgot about that. He supposed that was kind of extreme, it wasn't like Obadiah was going to hurt anybody.

"Let him in and tell him I'll be a moment," he told Jarvis, walking into Penny's room. He put her in a diaper and an Air Force onesie from Rhodey, making sure to grab her favorite stuffed animal from her wardrobe on the way out. It was a stuffed platypus (also from Rhodey) which he just called 'Platypus' since Penny couldn't name it yet.

Tony made his way to the entrance area, finding Obadiah standing there holding a pink gift bag in one hand and a bottle of scotch in the other. He smiled when he saw Tony, lifting his gifts in the air.

"Tony! It's been a while!" Obi greeted.

"Hey, Obi. What're you doing here?"

"What? I can't drop by?" he asked innocently.

"Considering why we haven't seen each other in a while, not really, no."

"Well, I came to apologize, Tony. After all, you're family, and that makes this little bugger family too," he said, pointing at Penny, "See? I brought presents!"

Tony raised an eyebrow at the scotch, not knowing if he should tell Obi he wasn't drinking anymore or if he should just throw it out when he left. For the moment though, he just smiled.

"Does Panda want a present?" he cooed at his daughter. She giggled and threw Platypus on the ground, making Tony sigh as he bent down to grab it.

Obi's present ended up being a pink stuffed fox, which Penny promptly threw on the ground in a shriek of delight.

"Guess she likes it, huh, Tony?" Obi commented, "And I'm going to like this."

He popped open the scotch and started pouring two glasses.

"No, Obi, I'm not drinking anymore," Obi stared at him for a moment before regaining his composure.

"Of course, new father and all. More for me, then."

He left about twenty minutes later, and that was that he supposed. Bit of an unorthodox apology, but Tony wasn't going to complain, he'd known Obi for years and he was just glad that their friendship wasn't over.

"Ahh!!" Penny shrieked again, and Tony looked down to see she'd thrown her new toy again.

"We're going to have to learn not to throw things, aren't we?" he commented, picking it up, "Maybe I'll just put it on the wardrobe in your room. Then you won't be able to throw it, Buggy."

When he looked at her he realized her face was scrunched up and concentrated in the only way a baby could be.

"And we'll change your diaper again."

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Cameras flashed in his face as a hoard of strangers yelled questions that all blended together until he was unable to make them out. It was tiring, and it would've been anxiety inducing had he not grown up surrounded by it. As it was, the crowd didn't bother him, but the reason why they were at Stark Industries that day did.

It'd been an average day, he'd dropped Penny off at daycare, which he'd still been growing used to. She was seven months old and had been going for about a month, and though she hadn't cried when he dropped her off the first time he nearly did. But it'd been a normal drop off, at least he thought it had been.

"Mr. Stark," had come the voice of his secretary from his phone, "Mr. Stane is on his way to your office. Says it's urgent."

Tony had looked up from his computer, wondering what he'd done this time, to stare at the phone for a moment before Obi walked in the room without knocking.

"Yes, thank you, Katelyn," he'd said into the phone as Obadiah sat in the chair across from him, fuming, "To what do I owe the pleasure, Obi?"

"We've got a situation," he'd snapped back, crossing his arms.

"I can tell. What kind of situation?"

"A press situation."

"Well, that's nothing new," Tony had deadpanned, "What? The tabloids think I'm dying 'cause I'm not taking women home anymore?"

"Actually--"

His phone had rung again, interrupting the man. Tony'd picked it up as Obi glared at him, getting up and looking around where he used to keep alcohol in his office. He never seemed to completely accept he wasn't drinking anymore.

"Stark," he'd answered.

"It's Pepper," responded his personal assistant, "Have you seen the news?"

"No, but I'm going to assume it's not great, since Obi's in my office fuming about it."

"Okay, good, he'll explain it. I'm on my way to go pick up Penny now," she'd said, sounding stressed. Penny? It was only 12:00, Penny wasn't usually picked up from daycare until 1:30, and she was usually picked up by her nanny, Shalice, "Bye, Tony, I'll talk to you soon."

She'd hung up before he could respond, leaving him confused as he turned to Obi, who had given up on his search for some bourbon.

"What's going on?" Tony had asked Obadiah, growing worried.

"Some reporter caught you dropping Penny off today."

And just like that it had been chaos. His PR team had scrambled to try and contain the situation, but it was already headlining on the news, and at that point all they could do was manage it. So a press conference had been called only a couple of days later while he and Pepper took special care to pick out a new daycare for Penny, topped off with NDAs and everything.

So here he was, having to address the fact that he had had a baby to a room of strangers, who apparently found it just about the most important thing in the world.

"Mr. Stark," called a woman in the crowd, somehow managing to find her voice in the boisterous crowd, "What is you baby's name and how old are they?"

The room quieted as he answered.

"Penelope James Stark, though we just call her 'Penny.' She's seven months old," he said, managing to not sound overwhelmed by the past few days. A few reporters raised their hands and Tony pointed at a man with black hair, "You."

"Who is the mother and how long have you known about your daughter?"

"I'm afraid the mother's identity is confidential, as she did not wish to be involved in Penny's life. I knew about Penny about two months before she was born," he pointed at another woman.

"Did Penny's mother force you to take her?"

"No," he said forcefully, "She gave me the option to take her, so I did," he pointed at man in a plaid shirt.

"Are you disappointed to have had a daughter instead of a son to carry on the Stark name and legacy?"

A hush fell over the room as they anxiously awaited an answer. Cameras, some flashing and some recording, focused on him as rage bubbled up in his chest. Tony took off his glasses, allowing the room to experience his piercing glare. He swore he saw a few people flinch. He made eye contact with the man, relishing how he seemed to shrink under his gaze.

"I could never be disappointed to be blessed with my daughter. I love her, and I would love her the same if she had been a boy. As for the Stark name and legacy, she could carry on in my footsteps if she wanted, being a girl doesn't change that. And if Penny wanted to do something different with her life, then I would support her unconditionally," his voice was quiet, yet it echoed throughout the room, commanding everyone's attention, "How dare you insinuate that I would love or support her any less because of her gender, you sexist piece of shit."

The room rioted, people were yelling questions again, trying to gain his attention as he continued to glare at the man. He was going to have Jarvis make sure that man was banned from all future Stark Industries events.

"No more questions," Tony ordered over the crowd, who had not calmed down. He walked off the podium, Happy and a couple of security guards accompanying him.

Obadiah hadn't been very happy with his abrupt departure, but Pepper gave him the nicest smile he had ever seen the next time he saw her.

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"Shoot to thrill, play to kill. Too many women with too many pills. Shoot to thrill, play to kill. I got my gun at the ready, gonna fire at will--"

"Please don't turn down my music," Tony called out, not looking up from the project he was wiring.

"I'm not sure that's the kind of music that Penny should be listening to," Pepper responded, "And you were supposed to be at Stark Industries this morning."

"For aaa?"

"For a meeting, Tony. Happy called me a few hours ago, said that you had told him you didn't feel like going."

Snitch.

"Penny's nanny was sick, so we're hanging out," he pointed at Penny who was in the playpen he had set up in the lab, DUM-E watching her as she played, "Besides, I am working."

"She has a backup nanny you know."

"Eh," Tony scoffed, getting up and picking Penny up out of the playpen, "Come on. I can't spend one day with Penny?"

"You spend a lot of days with Penny, days that you're supposed to be with the board. She's not an excuse to get out of work, Tony."

Tony shrugged, tickling Penny as he continued to ignore Pepper. Penny let out one of her signature happy squeaks, and he saw Pepper smile out of the corner of his eye. He put her down when she reached for the ground. At nearly nine months, she was crawling around expertly and had been attempting to stand on two legs, though she never quite managed to take a step.

He sat down on the ground beside her, crisscross, as Pepper glared at him in exasperation.

"I've rescheduled the meeting for tomorrow, and I've called to make sure Charlotte can come in while Shalice is out sick. Happy'll be here tomorrow morning to make sure you go--"

"He works for me, not you," Tony interrupted, helping Penny stand up as she tried again, "And don't you work for me too? What is this? Insubordination?"

"Responsibility."

"Never heard of it."

"I can tell. Anyway, I've got a couple of shipments I need you to sign for, as well as some pieces for your art collection. You have a gala you need to attend next weekend, a charity event. Also, I've been looking into some pediatricians for Penny, and I've got a few--"

Tony tuned her out as she rambled on with her list, watching Penny with rapt attention. She had let go of him and had remained standing up, her face screwed up in concentration. She took a step. Then another.

"There you go, Pigeon!" he encouraged, holding his arms out for her, "Come on, come to Daddy, baby."

Penny giggled and took more halting steps to him, eventually falling into his arms delightedly.

"Look at you go, Monkey! Your first steps!" he grinned at Penny, who reached up and tugged on his nose, giggling.

"What a big girl, Penny!" Pepper cooed, kneeling across to him. Penny stood up again, wobbling her way to Pepper, "There you go!"

"This is betrayal, Ms. Potts," he accused as Penny made her way to Pepper, falling into her arms just as she had his. Pepper only smiled, picking Penny up, "See, it was a good thing I skipped today. I could've missed that!"

Pepper sighed in defeat.

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"--happy birthday dear, Pennyyyy!! Happy birthday to youuuuu!!"

Penny giggled and clapped her hands in delight as everyone sang to her. Everyone being him, Rhodey, Happy, and Pepper. They all wore cheap party hats, even Penny's platypus, who had been dubbed 'Platty' when she figured out how to talk.

"Blow out your candles, Baby Jamie!" Rhodey told Penny, "You gotta make a wish!"

"Wis'?" she repeated, having trouble with the 'sh' sound.

"Yeah, Pen. You get a birthday wish!" Rhodey responded.

"Ok," she said, blowing out her candles. Or, well, trying to. She mostly just blew a raspberry, which wasn't very effective against her two candles. Laughing, Tony went to help her.

"Here you go, Princess," he said, helping her blow out the candles, "What'd you wish for?"

"Nuh uh, Tony," Rhodey interrupted before Penny could respond, "You're not supposed to say your wish, Penny."

"You're not'?" Penny asked, tilting her head adorably.

"Nope," answered Pepper, "Or else it won't come true."

"Oh."

"You're all such sticklers," Tony complained, "I wanted know her wish."

"I's a secre', Daddy!" Penny protested, crossing her arms, "Or else i' won' come true!"

"Yeah, dad," Rhodey mocked, smirking. Tony sighed in mock exasperation. There was no arguing, Penny would believe anything that Rhodey told her.

"How about we cut the cake?" Pepper suggested, though Happy didn't look like he agreed, staring at the cake dubiously. It was fair, Penny had kinda spit all over it.

So Tony cut the cake, giving Penny the part with the most frosting, and they ate while watching Penny open her presents. She got a bunch of things from Rhodey that she could use on the playground Tony had built outside, some children's books from Pepper, a stuffed dog from Happy, and a miniature robot from Tony. She squealed in delight at each gift, even flipping through the books Pepper had gotten her even though she couldn't read. She did manage to sound out a few of the letters though.

Obi had also sent over a present (a large stack of princess coloring books), though he didn't manage to make it to the party himself, which Tony was reluctantly glad of. He didn't know why, but he definitely made Penny nervous, so he supposed it was better that he wasn't there.

They spent the rest of the day playing with Penny, watching her play on the slide and the swing, coloring different pages of her new princess book (Penny's favorite was Mulan, who she colored carefully, her tongue poking out as she concentrated), and watching a movie with her. She chose Finding Nemo , which had just come out earlier that year. He had to admit that it was a good movie, though he hugged Penny just a little tighter during the movie.

By the end of the day she was completely worn out and had fallen asleep on the couch, clinging to his side. Tony smiled, unable to imagine anything better than this.

"I adore you, Pigeon," he told her quietly just as she fell asleep.

"I ado' you, Daddy."

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"I don't feel so goo'."

Tony looked up at the raspy voice of his three year old, who was walking sluggishly, Platty dragging behind her.

"You don't feel good?" he cooed in a baby voice, getting up and walking over to her. He knelt down in front of her and placed a hand on her forehead, frowning when she felt warm, "Alright, come here, baby."

He picked her up and took her to his room where he grabbed a thermometer.

"Under your tongue, bambina, two minutes."

Penny gagged when he put it in her mouth, screwing up her face. Tony laughed a little, which just made her whine. It read 99.3 degrees when he took it out, which made him cringe. Still, it wasn't a super bad fever.

"Come here, Pen," he picked her up again and plopped her down on his bed, "Can you tell me what hurts?"

"My throa' and my head, and I'm cold," she answered, her voice soft.

"Okay, honey. I'll send Pepper to pick up some popsicles and stuff for you. Do you think you could eat some breakfast?"

Penny nodded, her cheeks flushed. Tony tucked her under the covers and went downstairs to find Pepper, who was probably just getting in. It was only around 7:00. She usually helped him get Penny ready for daycare, as well as helping him get ready for work. It seemed today she'd be helping him take care of a sick kid instead.

Just as he predicted Pepper was in the kitchen, already setting up a snack for Penny, as well as a few children's books for her since she had read all of the ones at the daycare.

"Good morning, Ms. Potts," he greeted.

"Good morning, Mr. Stark," she replied, "Her bag's almost ready."

"No need for that today, Penny's running a fever. I need you to pick up some popsicles, soups, whatever you can think of for a sick kid. And let everyone know I won't be coming in to Stark Industries today."

"Yes, Mr. Stark. Is she alright?" Pepper asked, unable to keep the worry from her voice.

"I think it's just a cold, but I still want to stay with her."

"Of course. I'll go grab her things now."

And with that Pepper left, and Tony made Penny some toast, unsure if she'd want to eat more than that. He was right, Penny only ate one piece of toast as they watched The Empire Strikes Back. They chilled for a few hours, in which they watched movies while Penny sucked on the orange popsicles Pepper had brought her.

"My stomach hurts," Penny whined, burrowing deeper into his chest. Tony ran his hands through her curls in comfort.

"D'you think you're going to throw up?"

She shrugged.

She did end up throwing up.

Tony brought her to the bathroom after she threw up on the bed, holding her hair back as she sobbed into the toilet.

"'m sorry! 'm sorry, Daddy!"

"Shh, shh. It's okay, Pigeon," he assured her, "Jarvis, let Pepper know that Penny definitely has the flu."

"Yes, sir," his faithful AI responded, sounding concerned.

Pepper was upstairs in less than a minute and kneeling beside him as Penny continued throwing up. Together the two of them managed to get Penny changed and put in her own bed. Pepper helped her take some medicine while Tony went to take his sheets off of his bed to be cleaned.

When he went back to Penny's room, he found Pepper in bed with her reading a book out loud, letting Penny try and sound out some words. Tony joined them, the king sized bed plenty big enough for all three of them.

"'m sorry I'm sick, Daddy," Penny apologized. Tony and Pepper shushed her gently, "I'm sorry, Mommy."

The two of them froze, their eyes fixated on each other in shock, but neither made a move to correct Penny, they just continued making her comfortable until she fell asleep about ten minutes later.

"I'd say Penny's grown on you," Tony remarked, feeling awkward.

"I-I'm sorry, Mr. Stark, I'll--"

"No, no! It's fine, really," Tony interrupted, shocked by uncharacteristic stuttering, "I've actually been thinking about it."

"What?" Pepper asked, confusion clear in her voice.

"Penny has a godfather, but she doesn't have a godmother...would you be willing?"

Pepper smiled, her eyes shining.

"Of course."

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"Ooo, look at this, Daddy!" Penny exclaimed, pulling on his arm as she dragged him around the science exhibit, hopping from presentation to presentation. It was no wonder the media called her a child prodigy. At four she was reading off of the signs with only a little difficulty, pausing to sound out words and ask for definitions and explanations on things she didn't understand.

The California Science Center had unveiled a new exhibit about a month ago, and he'd thought it'd be a nice treat to take her out for the day. She had already grown up so fast, and he felt like he was missing it. He'd just come back from a business trip in Hong Kong, and he'd have to go to another one in London next month.

So the two walked around, reading about discoveries and advancements in AIs (though none of it came close to Jarvis), space exploration, and sea life. There was even a section about the science behind Captain America, who Penny found endlessly fascinating. He'd have to tell her some of the stories he'd heard from his dad later.

"Can we go in there?" Penny asked as they walked by a few more presentations, stopping in her tracks and pointing at a movie showing about Captain America and Dr. Abraham Erskine. Tony had a feeling that the new exhibit they had released was all about the great Steve Rogers.

"Sure, Bambina," he responded, letting her lead him into the exhibit. It wasn't very full, except for what looked to be a group of middle schoolers on a field trip. Other than that there were only about four or five men dotted around the room. He ignored them as Penny lead him to the front of the theater, helping her climb into one of the seats. The mini documentary didn't start for another five minutes, in which Penny had climbed out of her seat and onto his lap instead.

He didn't know how long the documentary was, but about ten minutes in he started getting very sleepy, his head drooping onto Penny's bushy curls below. He felt his eyes begin to close and jerked himself awake, confused. Why was he tired? He was never tired, he was so well trained in staying up. The only exception being when Penny had been a baby.

Penny. He couldn't put any other thought together other than 'Penny.' He forced himself to lift his head and look at her, finding that her eyes were closed and that she was tucked against his chest. Huh, guess she'd worn himself out. In that case, he wasn't staying for the rest of this Captain America documentary. Tony tried to stand up, but found that his legs were like lead and that he was weighed down into the chair.

Now very confused, and still so tired, he turned his head, gasping when he saw that the class of middle schoolers had all passed out, their teacher too.

Help, he needed help.

"Help," he tried to yell, but it came out as a croak. He looked around again, horrified to realize that gas was flooding the room's floor, creeping through the rows like a monster under your bed. Caught up in his confusion and horror, he failed to see the men coming up to him and Penny.

"Help," he tried again, but when he looked at them he froze. Masks. They were wearing gas masks. They had planned this, he realized as black spots danced in his vision. Tony hugged Penny as hard as he could, holding her as close to his body as his diminishing strength would allow.

It didn't work.

Penny was ripped from his grasp, and placed into the hands of another man. Tony watched them shakily, trying to find the ability to stand, or at least shout. He didn't look away as they bound and gagged her until someone forced him to, grabbing his chin so that he would look them in the eye.

"Thanks for the prize, Stark. Phoenix sends his regards, and he hopes you enjoyed having your daughter while you could."

No. No. No, they couldn't take her, they just...couldn't. He tried to move again, but all he could do was let out a grunt. The man gave him a disdainful look, and then he was gone, gone with his daughter, and he couldn't do anything.

It only took a few more moments for Tony to pass out, and when he woke up Rhodey was there, holding his hand and telling him everything was going to be okay.

Nothing's ever going to be okay again, he thought as he took another swig of whiskey from the bottle. It had been months, and there had been no contact, no ransom, no anything. He'd lost her, he'd lost the light of his life, and there was nothing he could do about it. He couldn't even tell Mary, because she'd apparently been dead for two years.

He dove back into his old life, drinking, gambling, throwing off going to work for parties, though he didn't sleep around like he used to. Over the years he managed to find his purpose again, becoming Iron Man ( "Do you have a family, Stark?" "I used to.") and protecting the world with the Avengers, but it was never enough. Nothing would ever be enough to make up for the fact that he'd let Penny be taken from him.

Penny was taken from him before he was ready, then again, he'd never been ready.

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The Animal Cafe Filled With Wild Beasts (A King of Prism short story)

Translator’s notes: This story was originally printed in PASH May 2017! It’s another story I never read when it was originally printed but discovered later in my Ready Sparking Fanbook. (So I’m unaware if it has an illustration but I don’t think it does. If I am wrong, please share!) Not much to say about this one, I basically picked it by deciding to skim through the fanbook and translate whatever made me laugh ahah. Oh and this is what they actually fed Taiga. (Perhaps best not to click that link until you’ve read the story.)

Synopsis: My poor idiot son Taiga...............

As Taiga passed by the dining hall after returning from school, he spotted Minato, Kakeru, Yu, and Leo having a pleasant chat in front of the TV.

Minato: Ah, Kougami. Welcome back.

Leo: Welcome back! We were all just talking about going to an animal cafe like the one we saw on TV. Would you like to come with us, Taiga-kun?

Taiga: Animal cafe?

Kakeru: They are all the rage with girls nowadays.

Minato: So we were thinking it may be useful in powering up our prism shows.

Leo: Taiga-kun, which one would you want to do, cat or dog?

Taiga: ...........Whichever.

Leo: I’d like to do rabbit or cat ♡

Kakeru: And I’d be super down for the fox. What about you, lil’ bro?

Yu: Lion! Gotta be the king of the jungle!

Taiga: (Foxes... lions!? They have those sorts of animals in a cafe? Tokyo is something else...! Wait, hold on, just how big is this cafe anyway? WAIT NEVER MIND THAT, should we really just go messing around with lions!? Is no one else concerned with this!?)

Taiga’s head was spinning with all sorts of questions. Before they were answered, Kakeru spoke again.

Kakeru: It’s on for the coming Sunday. We’ll be expecting our delinquent to meet us in the lobby at 10 am too!

Taiga: I’ll pass.

Kakeru: Don’t be like that! What about teamwork and bonding! If you don’t come, don’t be complaining to us when we level up our prism jumps without you.

Taiga: Ugh... Well....

Kakeru: See you there!

* * * *

Kakeru and the others quickly headed inside the animal cafe in Akihabara when they arrived on that Sunday afternoon. It was only one section of a building with multiple shops.

Taiga: (It’s just a normal building. Do they really have a permit to keep a lion in here...?)

Taiga was feeling restless and couldn’t seem to settle down.

Shopkeeper: Welcome! Which animal would you like to enjoy today?

Kakeru: Let’s see. I’ll take the fox, Yu will take the lion, Leo-kyun will take the rabbit... Minatocchi, how about a bear?

Taiga: (B... BEAR....!?)

It wasn’t unusual to see bears in Taiga’s hometown in Aomori, and sometimes he even got care packages with bear meat. But Taiga knew that encountering bears was still very dangerous, as his parents always warned him meticulously whenever he ventured into the mountains.

Taiga: Minato-senpai, you’re amazing! You have my eternal respect!

Minato: Huh?

Kakeru: How about our delinquent Taiga stays true to his name and goes with tiger? I heard you get a special lunch depending on which animal you choose.

Taiga: (Dammit... I just don’t have the courage to face a tiger or a bear....) ....I’ll take cat.....

Kakeru: Ohhhhh? So you’re actually going the cute route this time? Taiga-kyun, way to go!

Shopkeeper: Okay! We have your outfits and accessories all prepared in the back rooms so go and get changed.

Taiga followed the shopkeeper’s instructions and walked into the changing room. A few minutes passed.

Taiga: KAZUO! Get your butt out here!

Taiga emerged, red in the face.

Taiga: What’s up with these clothes!

Kakeru: It’s a cat cosplay, of course.

Taiga: No, I mean... isn’t this a cafe where you can play with animals?

Kakeru: Taiga-kyun, what are you talking about? It’s a cafe where you can cosplay as animals.

Leo: Taiga-kun, those ears and tail look really good on you ♡

Minato: Mine is a bit less like cosplay, and more like pajamas I’d say. Ahah. Suzuno, that mane is really cool.

Yu: Of course, because I’m the one wearing it.

Kakeru: And Leo-kyun looks so cutie patootie in that fwuffy bunny onesie!

Taiga: ...Wha.... How can all of you just stand around complementing each other? Well, I can’t stand to be in these embarrassing clothes. I’m out.

Leo: No, please don’t say that....

Yu: Aww, Taiga just made Leo cry....

Minato: Kougami.

Minato restrained Taiga in a full nelson. Although Minato had a smile on his face, Taiga could sense the terrifying aura behind it and grudgingly accepted that now was not the time to put up a fight.

Minato: Look, they are going to take a souvenir photo of us over there.

Kakeru: Okay everyone, strike a pose! Hey, Taiga-kyun, you’re so stiff.

Taiga: Back off.

Leo: Taiga-kun, a cat should pose like this! Meow-meow! Ball up your hands like paws and lift them over your head! Meow! ♡

Taiga: Yeah right.

Leo: *sniff*

Yu: Aww, Taiga just made Leo cry....

Minato: Kougami.

Taiga: OKAY OKAY I GOT IT! I should go like this, right? Meow-meow! Look! Look at me meow!

Kakeru: Let’s try a different pose for the next one. Taigacchi, how about you roll over on your back? Yeah, lift up your head and show your belly!

Taiga: GAH! KAZUO CUT IT OUT!

Kakeru: Nyahaha.

20 minutes later, Taiga laid dejectedly on the floor paralyzed by shame.

Minato: Kougami, we’re having lunch over there. It’s going to be so exciting to see what they will serve us!

Taiga, who had lost the will even to stand, was pulled along by Kakeru into the next room.

Kakeru: It looks like Minatocchi, lil’bro, and I are being served red meat! A rare steak! It looks delicious.

Leo: And I’m got a salad and rice packed with tons of veggies!

Taiga: ..........

Kakeru: Taiga-kyun, what’s wrong?

Taiga: What the heck is this stuff!

Minato: Cat food it seems. It looks good.

Leo: Ohhh. At my house we would feed our cats the stuff that comes in a can, but some people feed them fish flakes and rice like that too.

Taiga: What has that got to do with anything! Why do I have fish flakes and rice while you guys have meat?

Leo: Because you’re a kitty cat...?

Minato: I heard they used a type of bonito that cost 8,000 yen a pop to make this!

Kakeru: You know, I don’t think I’ve eaten anything like that before. I’m a little jealous.

Taiga: Okay. Let’s trade.

Kakeru: Nope.

Taiga: WHAT!

Taiga fixed his gaze and then lunged himself at Kakeru.

Kakeru: Taiga-kyun, not the face! If anything happens to my beautiful face, girls from all over the world will be crying!

Minato: Eheh. Kougami and Kazuo really get along well, don’t they?

Leo: I’ll send the pictures we took to Shin-kun and Yuki-sama. ♡ It’s a shame they had to miss out because of their jobs.

Kakeru: *huff, huff* Taiga-kyun, you really don’t know how to show any mercy. Just for that I’ll be sending those pictures to Kazuki-san ♪ Here we go... and send!

Taiga: You did NOT just do that! *hiss*

Yu: Oh, the claws are out now.

Minato: It looks like the cat may have won the cat and fox fight. Eheh.

#king of prism #kinpri #taiga kougami #just a quick one #had to use some awkward wording to hide the plot twist #as if it couldn't be seen coming a mile away ahah oh well

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chaosbrewing · 5 years ago

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little angel

((full disclosure—this was, like, entirely inspired by @fox-guardian’s doodles of Utterson taking care of an infant Enfield and I’m guilty of being self-indulgent and writing some cutesy fluff to go along with it. Also, I’m giving Utterson a butler and calling him Peterson because that’s the first name in my head. Enjoy!))

“Thank you so much for taking care of him for the weekend, Gabriel. It’s quite a relief.”

“Of course, of course,” Gabriel hummed absentmindedly, more focused on the dry tome he was paging through than the conversation he was half-engaged in.

“We’ll be back for him in two days!” came the cheery reply.

And suddenly the door slammed, and Gabe’s head shot up, and he was alone once more.

“What—Peterson, what was that?” he called out.

His butler stepped out from the dark doorway he had been standing in, ready to serve.

“Sir, your cousins,” the man replied quietly.

“And why were they here again?”

Gabriel stood up, stretching, and set the book upon the table. He paid no attention as the cover fell closed; he hadn’t been invested in its contents, anyways.

“....because you agreed to mind their young son for the weekend?” Peterson blinked.

“...oh. I did. I did? I did,” Gabriel muttered, frowning. “Very well. Where is he? I’d expected him to start assaulting my ankles by now.”

“In his carrier, sir. He is not yet of walking age,” the butler replied patiently. “Or at least not very well, as his parents have said. He tends to fall.”

“....oh.”

Gabriel sighed and walked over to the carrier.

“Let’s have a look at this little demon—”

He trailed off, mouth opening slightly as he gazed at the tiny little baby who had been placed in his care. Blue eyes sparkled as he took in the angelic face, the soft black hair, the cute little nose.

“Oh! He’s just an angel,” Gabriel cooed softly, immediately bending down and scooping up his younger cousin. He held him close to his chest, rocking him slowly.

“Richard...that’s his name, isn’t it? Richard….so handsome…”

He laughed softly as the child in his arms began to stir and wake up.

“Well hello there,” he chuckled, smiling at the awestruck infant in his arms. “I’m Gabriel.”

Richard tilted his head to the side.

“Gurbrdur? Gurbrdur! Abababa…”

“No, no, Gabriel!”

Gabriel laughed. “I suppose you can’t understand me. All you hear is probably gurbrdur gubur, isn’t it?”

Richard seemed to have already taken a liking to his elder cousin. He had cozied up against the lawyer’s sweater vest, making himself perfectly at home. It was adorable and precious and most certainly a moment fit for permanent preservation by some form of portrait artistry.

Peterson smiled faintly. Content that his master had established a strong bond with his temporary young charge, he slipped away.

“I’m no doctor, but I diagnose you with baby,” Gabriel cooed, barely aware of what he was saying. He was far too taken with how cute Richard was to worry about being sensical.

Richard paused, staring straight up at Gabriel with wide eyes. He seemed amazed at the words that had left the man’s mouth, as if he had been trusted with some great universal secret.

Gabriel giggled.

So adorable…

“It’s true!” he nodded. “You’re just baby. Baby Richard.”

He poked Richard on the nose.

The small child let out an ear-piercing shriek; Gabriel nearly dropped him while trying to cover his ears.

“Christ, don’t—”

“Ahaha! Abababababbabaa!”

Richard’s little coos and squeals of glee were enough to make Gabriel completely forget that his eardrums were throbbing. He was instantly enamored of him once again, even as the baby proceeded to grab his shoulder and attempt to consume his shirt.

“No, no, that’s not for eating,” he chuckled, prying Richard away from his shoulder. He then received two small hands on his nose.

He sighed fondly.

“You little angel...right, let’s see what I can do with you,” he smiled, turning and walking into his study with Richard still in his arms.

~XXXXX~

“Come along, Richard. Your parents will be here any second,” Gabriel hummed.

Richard came toddling in from the kitchen in his pale blue onesie, a cookie in hand. He seemed quite intent on nibbling at it until he arrived at Gabriel’s feet, wherein he waved the cookie above his head in a rather frantic manner.

“Is that for me?” Gabriel laughed. “Richard, that’s the fourth cookie you’ve given me today—and it’s only ten in the morning! I’ll end up even softer if you keep giving me cookies!”

Truth be told, he didn’t care. That much was evident in the way he scooped up the young boy and gazed at him with all the love and affection he could muster.

The doorbell rang; Gabe sighed. Peterson dutifully opened it to reveal Richard’s parents, who immediately rushed in to claim their son.

Richard, however, had other plans.

As his mother began to pry him from Gabriel’s arms, he began to scream at extremely high auditory frequencies. The further away he got from Gabriel, the more dramatic it became until he was flailing and sobbing and throwing a full tantrum in his mother’s arms.

“Behave, Richard! Quiet down,” his mother said sternly.

“Gurbrdur! Gabriel! Want Gabriel!” Richard screamed, reaching out for his cousin with grabby little hands. His face was contorted into an expression of hurt and upset; his eyes were filled with tears.

“Shh, shh, it’s alright,” Gabriel said immediately, rushing forward and brushing the dark curls out of Richard’s eyes. “I’m here, Richard. I’m not going anywhere.”

Instantly, the infant began to calm until he was once more a burbling baby in his mother’s arms.

“You have a way with him,” she remarked. “I’m impressed.”

“He’s quite the little angel,” Gabriel said softly.

“...would it...would it be at all possible for me to do this every weekend? I would love to take care of him some more…”

Both parents blinked.

“I suppose that isn’t a problem, no,” the father shook his head. “If you are so inclined...and he wasn’t any trouble, was he?”

“No, no, not at all,” Gabriel shook his head. “He was an adorable little angel.”

Richard cooed softly, gazing up at his older cousin. This prompted a soft laugh from the lawyer, who was clearly more than happy to be charged with babysitting.

“An angel, I say. I shall be more than happy to take him off your hands as often as you like.”

#alyssa’s writing #gabriel john utterson #richard enfield #fluff #they’re just so precious how could I not write this

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serahsanguine · 6 years ago

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What’s Left Unsaid, Says It All

What’s Left Unsaid, Says it all part 7/?

Rating; NC-17, NSFW

This Story can be found at Ao3

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part5, part 6

Tagging; @peacenik0 @today-in-fic

p.s. if you would like updates and be tagged please let me know :)

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Chapter 7; Family Where Life Begins & Love Never Ends.

Scully woke up, slowly and groggily, to the sound of not one but two crying infants and her mind began to race with worry. Were they OK? Was something wrong with them?

She opened her eyes, sat up and looked around the room scanning it like the mama bear she was now, trying to find where the noise was coming from. She noticed her mother Maggie and sister Missy standing in the corner of the hospital room, they were each holding a baby and trying desperately to calm them both down, to no avail.

"Mom? Is everything OK? Why are they crying like that?" Scully asked, concerned.

"Yes! Everything's fine, Dana. They're just very hungry and they miss you. They miss their mom... I'm so proud of you, honey. You were so strong and brave and now you have these sweet, little babies to care for"

"Can you show me how?" Scully asked, in a small whisper as her cheeks began to flush. She felt extremely awkward and shy about asking for help but remembered that her mom had told her that she had successfully breastfed two of the four children.

Maggie walked over and placed Scully’s son in her arms, being careful to support the head before grabbing a pillow to rest under her daughter's arm and grandson.

Scully carefully lowered her top and unclipped her nursing bra, revealing her left breast.

"OK, Dana, bring him to your breast... make sure to support his neck, shoulders and back" Maggie said, clearly and calmly so Scully could follow her instructions, step by step "Now place his nose level with your nipple..." as she did, her little boy opened his mouth and latched on perfectly.

"You're a natural," Maggie said, smiling and leaving her daughter to feed her grandson in peace while she tried to help Missy with her brand new granddaughter.

Several hours Later

Missy and Maggie had left about twenty minutes ago because it was getting late, and visiting hours were over. Scully was now alone, in her private room on the maternity ward, with her two babies fast asleep in their crib next to her.

She looked at her slumbering daughter first; skin pink and soft, eyes shut showing off her long eyelashes, sweet heart shaped lips a rosy colour, she was so dainty and the way her tiny fingers opened and closed near her chubby little cheek was mesmerising and then looked over at her son, he was the mirror image of his sister except that he definitely had Mulder's nose, long legs and plump pouty bottom lip, his forehead scrunched up in thought, he looked so picturesque and pure. They were both so perfect.

Scully turned away from them, laying her head back against the large soft pillow and stared up at the boring white hospital ceiling. Her eyes were stinging from the tears unshed and her mind wandered to Mulder and what kind of father he would be (that's if he wanted to be one). She could picture his face lighting up when they called him Dada for the first time or when either of the twins took their first steps towards him, could imagine it all. They're whole lives together as a happy family but they weren't and this was all a daydream that would never become a reality and for that Scully was sorry, so very very sorry... to Mulder and their children.

She looked at her babies again one looking identical to her and one looking identical to Mulder. Scully would tell them about him; about his brilliance, his strength and his undying determination for family, compassion and loyalty. And one day if they choose to, when they were older, she would not stop them from finding him. They deserved to know their father and he deserved to know them. She can only hope that one day they would all forgive her... and that she'd be able to forgive herself for such a terrible decision made in sadness and fear.

She quickly fell asleep again... until their next feeding, in an hour or two.

12 hours later

Melissa and Maggie were back at the hospital, to help Scully out and were currently fussing over the two little ones, while their mother sued the bathroom.

Maggie looked up at her daughter, as she walked back into the room, grandson fast asleep in her arms. "Have you thought of names for these little people, who are so adorable, that we can’t keep calling them baby boy and baby girl can we, Sweetie?"

"Yes, Mom. I have chosen names" Scully answered, shaking her head.

"Wanna share with the rest of the class, Dan’s?" Melissa said with a mock sound in her voice and a smile on her lips.

"Well, I'm naming my little boy William Jeremiah. Williams first name is after both sets of grandfathers. Plus, it's also Mulder’s middle name and it just feels... right" Scully paused, looking at both of them for reactions. So far so good she thought "And I am naming my little girl Ellissa Claire, ‘Ellie' for short," she said, finishing her sentence.

"Oh... they're both such beautiful names, Dana," Maggie said looking down at the tiny baby boy all wrapped up in a blue and yellow blanket "Hello, sweet William"

Scully smiled as little William started squirming for another feed. Melissa was holding her niece Ellie, and sitting on the sofa looking out across the city of San Francisco.

The Next Day.

Maggie was sitting on a comfortable old, winged armchair in her newly acquired hotel room waiting for Scully to call and tell her that she had been discharged from the hospital, the twins were doing amazing so there was no reason they couldn't come home today. She sat there pondering the idea of phoning Mulder, not necessarily to tell him about the birth of his children even though she really wanted to tell him but to, in fact, tell him that she had indeed finally seen her daughter and that she was doing OK in her new life. She picked up the landline and dialled his home phone number, she had come to learn it from all of the times she had rung Mulder to check up on him over the past two and a half months. She was getting especially worried these last two weeks because he stopped coming around and answering the phone, she could see that he was in pain and didn't want him to do anything too drastic. The phone rang and rang until finally, she got his answering machine, letting out a small sigh before listening to the beep and leaving a message for him.

"Hello. Fox, it's Maggie. I just called to let you know that I have finally seen Dana and she is doing well, I promise. I know you miss her but you need to give her time to get her life back together before you try to contact her. Please don’t do anything you may regret later... I worry about you. I will call in a couple of days to check up on you. Goodbye for now" with all that needed to be said Maggie put the phone back down on the receiver, staring at it for a moment longer before thinking about how lucky her daughter was to have a found a man that cared enough that she had to get involved. She was feeling defeated but would not give up on him, in hope that he would not give up on himself, or on Dana and their little family.

Maggie got up to go down to the hotel restaurant but was stopped short at the door by a call from Scully to come to pick them all up from the hospital. When she asked what her daughter meant by ‘all' Scully simply said that apparently, she had actually broken a couple of Melissa's fingers. Maggie laughed quite a bit in response to that revelation.

Ten minutes later Maggie had arrived at the hospital, and walked up to Scully's room with two infant car seats in each hand, ready to take her two daughters and her two grandbabies home. She put down both car seats and strolled over to the crib to look at them, and found little William, dressed in a fluffy white all in one button up onesie, with a grey alien on it with the words "I am going home" printed underneath, Maggie smiled as she picked him up and rocked him back and forth in her arms and looked over at Scully who was in the middle of feeding Ellissa.

"Honey, who brought William’s outfit?" Maggie questioned, curious.

"Mulder" Scully answered, smiling but there was an obvious sadness behind her blue eyes.

She gave her daughter a puzzled look "But I don’t understand, why did buy it if he didn’t…"

"It's a long story mom but the gist of it is, he thought he brought it for a friend of mine and I ended up keeping it," Scully said, cutting her mother off before the conversation became too much emotionally.

"Oh, OK" Maggie was still confused by the whole situation but didn’t want to push the matter any further for fear of upsetting her daughter.

Scully looked away, the memory of the conversation she had had with Mulder flooding her mind. He had bought two matching outfits for her ‘friend’ and she asked "why?" and his reply was "I thought they were cute and it's a nice gift" then quickly added "plus the aliens are the right colour" and Scully had hidden a giggle at the time. She smiled now, as she looked down at her beautiful little girl with her brown hair, blue eyes and pale skin.

Ellissa sighed, letting Scully’s nipple go with an audible pop before closing her eyes and falling asleep. She looked over at her Mom, who had already put William in one of the car seats and was happily snoozing away too. Scully quickly fastened the latch on her bra and pulled her top up, and passed her Ellie to her Maggie for her to strap in the other car seat, while she got her belongings together and re-packed her bag to go home.

When everything was all packed, Missy picked up the car seat cradling William with her good hand while Maggie opened the door and carried the bags. Scully took one last look around the hospital room, picked up the car seat Ellie was in a blissful look on her little face, and then looked down at her daughter, whispering "I’m sorry your dad isn’t here, sweet girl... but I love you so much. Let’s go home" and walked out of the hospital room softly closing the door behind her, so she didn't wake the babies up.

November 1993, one month later

Ellissa and William were almost to one month old now and things had been very eventful over the past month. The first few days after bringing them both home from the hospital, there were constant feedings and absolutely no sleep for Scully but she quickly adjusted to this new life. And Maggie helped where she could, especially for the first few days while Melissa recovered from her hand injury bur after a week of staying with her two daughters she had to leave San Francisco and go back to DC.

Scully was trying her very best to get out of the apartment, as often as she could, with the twins while Missy spent her days at work to help pay for their new life in San Francisco. She often took them to the local park, even though they weren't old enough to go on any of the play equipment yet, it was still nice to spend time outside in the fresh, crisp and clean winter air with hints of cinnamon and coffee from the local street vendor situated in the middle of the park.

On this particular day, Ellie was fast asleep in her bassinet of the double baby buggy pram but William was starting to stir in the bassinet next to his little sister. Scully looked around and found the nearest bench so she could sit down, pick up her infant son and give him some much needed cuddles. As soon as William was against Scully’s chest she could feel the warmth of his heartbeat, and new baby smell which was mixed lavender, she thought could easily get addicted to that smell if she let herself. He slowly stopped squirming against her and closed his eyes lulled by his mother's heartbeat against his own.

Scully sat there thinking about how her life had changed so much in the last year, she thought about how much her children were changing before her eyes and had already changed so much since their birth a month ago. It felt like only yesterday they were born and now they were looking at faces, cooing with "ooh" and "ahhs" and she even got her very first real smile out of Ellie yesterday which warmed her heart and made it swell with contentment. She suddenly noticed time had got away from her and put William back in the bassinet and walk them back home.

December 1993; the twins are two months old.

Scully arrived at Maggie's house with Melissa and the twins in tow, they had all flown back east for the Christmas holidays.

The six hour journey across the country was "fun" both babies screaming because of the initial pressure in the cabin but soon, thanks to a lovely older woman named Dorothy, Scully found that if you rub the soft spot behind the babies ear it helps soothe them.

When Scully and Missy attempted it on both babies, they stopped crying almost immediately and slept through the last four hours of the trip AND the cab ride from the airport to her mother's but the twins were wide awake and very active just in time to see grandma again.

A couple of days later, Maggie and Scully were sitting on the carpet in front of the 6ft Christmas tree with red, green and gold baubles and silver tinsel and twinkly lights wrapped around it with a delicate gold painted wooden Angel on top, with an open fire flickering nearby (a metal fire guard up so Will and Ellie didn't get anywhere near it).

Missy was out doing the last minute Christmas shopping that needed to be done for the Scully family feast. The twins were fast asleep in a bassinet together (they slept better together Scully had found) while Scully and her mother were talking about what had been going on since they last saw each other.

"How have the twins been? They seem very active, Dana" Maggie mused.

"Yeah, they are... they started sleeping better when I put them in the same crib and have started accepting bottles from Melissa now, which she is happy about because she enjoys spending time with them" Scully said, smiling at the memory of the first time Melissa got William to accept a bottle without her help.

"Oh, I bet she was. You probably don't remember this but Missy wanted to be your mom when we first brought you home, she would follow me everywhere and tell our church friends that you were hers and they had to ask to hold you"

"I didn't know that. Wow, that really changed when we grew up, huh?"

"Yes, that happens with sisters but you're best friends now. Are you still breastfeeding, Dana?"

"I am... and I pump when I can, of course," Scully answered.

"That’s good, sweetheart. I assume Ellie and Will meeting their milestones on time?"

"Yes, Mom, they are. William..." she put emphasis on his full name because Missy kept calling him Will and her mom had picked it up "is responding to my voice now and smiling, he is also trying to hold his head up occasionally. Ellie is gurgling and cooing in her own sweet language, I sometimes wonder if they understand each other... the looks they share. Oh, and she also smiles and responds to my voice, too"

"That's brilliant news" Maggie beamed, causing Scully to smile (teeth and all) at the compliment on her ability " I also see my grandchildren are starting to look like each of their parents"

"What do you mean mom?" Scully asked, puzzled by the comment.

"Do you really not see it, Dana?" Scully shook her head, so Maggie continued "Well, Will has your lovely red hair and your gorgeous big blue eyes... and Ellie has quite a large quantity of brown hair on her sweet little head and I swear I can see her eye colour changing too"

"What? Don’t be ridiculous, mom!" Scully let out a small, semi-annoyed huff.

Scully didn't want to talk or think about him right now, it was hard enough to look at them every day and not want to break down in tears, without having it pointed out.

Maggie could see her daughter physically wince at the thought of Mulder but she would never lie to her, even if it made it her uncomfortable.

"Sorry, it's just that... well, I spoke to him the other day. I think he's OK, he might be a little lost right now... but OK" Maggie smiled weakly at her daughter trying to reassure Scully, though they both knew she was lying. It was the thought that counted.

Maggie could see her daughter's eyes were fighting back eminent tears and felt kind of bad but it was better than she knew. Dana gave her a small smile, then got up and wandered over to watch her slumbering children for a moment, and if she were being honest she needed a second to pull herself together.

A few days later it was finally Christmas.

Maggie, Bill, Tara, Melissa was holding Ellie and Charlie was on the floor watching William wriggle on a soft Sesame Street play mat, were all sitting around the living room opening up presents. The twins were dressed up in Christmas outfits; Ellie was in a little red tulle dress and William was in a matching little red Santa suit and both outfits had the words 'my first Christmas' written on them.

Everybody kept fussing over the twins, especially the women of the family. It was the first that Tara was meeting them, and Maggie and Melissa were gushing about how clever they both were.

Bill had asked on several occasion about the father of the twins; Scully had said it was complicated and ignored the snide remarks about being unwed and the children not having a dad or a proper family to be raised in. She was going to enjoy her first Christmas as a mother, no matter what.

The twins were given plenty of presents, in fact way more than Scully knew what to do with. Ellie kept reaching for the wrapping paper and putting it up to her mouth, attempting to suck on it. William was very relaxed, he was just looking around at everyone confused about all of the fuss that was being made about this day. Maggie managed to record everything on videotape and when the present were done, the food was consumed... everyone had retreated to their respective rooms.

Scully was laying on her childhood bed thinking about Mulder and what he was currently missing out on. She also wondered what he would be doing this Christmas in her absence, if anything at all. Scully sighed, closed her eyes and fell into a fruitful slumber.

January 1994; the twins are now three months old.

Scully was bouncing Ellie on her lap, listening for her sweet little laugh that had started happening a few days ago, and would now happen every time she bounced her daughter. It had become addictive, even more so when William would join in. There was something magical about the sound of both of her children giggling. It made her ache inside with happiness.

One bounce, two bounce... laugh. One bounce, two bounce... laugh.

Scully looked down at her daughter, who was the spitting image of Mulder now; her eyes had turned from a light blue to hazel colour, her curly auburn hair was just past her long eyelashes, and it all stood out against her extremely pale skin.

Scully bounced Ellie a couple more time before Will began to cry out for her attention.

"Okay sweetie, mommy has to go get your brother quickly but then I will be right back" Scully cooed, as her daughter looked up at her confused when she put her down in the playpen with a few soft and educational toys.

Scully went to retrieve William, who was screaming bloody murder down the corridor in their shared bedroom.

"Hi, little man. I take it you've woken up hungry. Let's see what we can do something about that, shall we?" Scully said, picking William up and started singing to calm him down until she could feed him. "Jeremiah was a bullfrog, was a good friend of mine. I never understood a single word he said... but I helped him a-drink his wine"

William stared up at his mom's face, smiling and then laughed at her bad singing but it kept him from crying and so she carried on

"And he always had some mighty fine wine. Singin'... joy to the world, all the boys and girls now, joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea, joy to you and me"

Scully was still singing as she walked through the hallway and back to the living room, sitting down holding William as she undid her top, plus her bra and started feeding. She carried on singing when she noticed Ellie smiling at them from her spot on the floor of the playpen.

February 1994; the twins are now 4 months old.

Scully's birthday arrived. She took the babies to visit her mom for the week, leaving her sister Melissa at home because they needed a break from each other as they were stepping on each other toes.

William and Ellissa dealt with the flight much better this time around, now that they were a little bit older and they had toys to distract and keep them happy while in the air.

William had just cut his first tooth which was a nightmare in itself and Ellie was nearly there but still a little ways off.

When they arrived at the airport, Scully placed them in their stroller to claim their luggage and then got a cab to her mom's. It was late evening when they reached her childhood home but the twins were still very active and Maggie played peek-a-boo with Ellie making her giggle, as soon as William heard his sister he joined in which made Scully and her mother laugh too.

Several hours went by of Maggie playing with the twins.

Scully had just given them both a bath, fed and changed them, placing them in there travel cots and was about to read them a story even if they didn’t understand it much.

Maggie was standing in the hallway listening to her daughter tell the story.

"Once upon a time, there was a very handsome prince called Fox..."

"Da-Da" William babbled, adorably.

"Yes, baby. Da-Da" Scully said, running a finger across his chubby little cheek.

Maggie was surprised, because she hadn’t heard either of the twins actually say a word until now but stayed quiet and carried on listening to Scully.

"He was lonely and heartbroken, because he had lost his sister to another magical kingdom in their realm and he hadn't seen or heard from her in many, many, years. One day a beautiful princess was riding through his kingdom but her horse was sick and she asked the prince for his help, but he was too stubborn to help her and refused to look at her, telling his servant she could stay the night but that she wasn't allowed to bother him. What she didn't know, was when she turned her back he looked at her and realised how pretty she was... but before he could speak she was gone" Scully looked down at the babies. William was fast asleep but Ellissa was still listening and looking at her with wide, curious eyes "The very next morning the princess got up and went to breakfast, but the prince Fox stopped her in the Hallway and said ‘Sorry my milady, I was very rude to you last night' and she answered ‘It's fine Lord Fox, I accept your apology'. She smiled at him and he looked at her in a way no one has ever looked at her before but she couldn't explain why and then he spoke again ‘You can stay as long as you need while your horse recovers, I will send a squire for the veterinarian' she replied with a polite ‘Thank you, Lord Fox,. You are too kind'. ‘What is your name milady?' the prince replied causing the beautiful princess to smile and tell him that her name was ‘Katherine'"

Scully sighed and stopped talking, looking down at both her babies again and realised that Ellie was asleep now, so she quietly pulled the wool blanket over her children to keep them warm.

Maggie quickly walked over to her room, quietly shutting the door so she wasn't caught eavesdropping on such a private moment.

Scully heard the door to her mother's bedroom close but didn't dwell on it. She was tired so she left the babies room and walked into her own while stripping off her clothes and changing into her pyjamas, blue silk short and tank top set and slid under the covers on her bed. She lay there staring out of the small window to her right looking at the dark sky and glowing stars, tomorrow was her birthday which meant a whole year had gone by since she had first met Fox William Mulder (the man of her dreams, the father of her children, her soul mate). It was the day that changed her life... for the better.

She began to remember that night, the intensity of it, the way she took control.

Standing on her tiptoes as she placed her mouth against his and he, in turn, pushing her against the wall, his hands gripping her hips roughly. Could remember feeling his erection against her inner thigh, opening her mouth to let his tongue slid against hers.

Oh god, what that man could do with his tongue was amazing all of those sunflower seeds coming into practice. She felt a fresh wave of dampness pooling between her legs, looking around she was grateful that the door was closed, that the twins were asleep and could she really do this in her childhood bedroom with her mom opposite and her children next door. It had been so long since she even felt like this, her heart was thumping loudly in her chest, sweat from anticipation forming on her cold skin. She slowly slid her hand under her top moving it slowly across her skin as she mimicked his movements from that night, imagining they were his hands

running lines on the underside of her breasts and then moving up towards her nipples, becoming hard under his touch, rubbing them... flicking and toying with them, tongue circling each nipple with feather like touches, nipping at it as the fingers on his other hand rolled the nipple so it didn't feel left out of the fun, switching between them and repeating the same process over again.

Scully's breathing became erratic, her breasts were pretty sensitive already but since getting pregnant and breastfeeding they were even more so. She knew it wouldn't take long now, she moved her hand down from her breast down her stomach, slipping her delicate hand underneath the hem of her silk pyjama shorts AND her panties finding herself hot, sticky and swollen immediately dipping her finger in and around her outer lips imagining it was him

cock slowly sliding through her arousal before finding her entrance, sliding in... out, in and out, walls clutching him in her warmth like a vice

She always felt complete with him inside her

slipping in and out, her walls contracting and tightening, a signal for him to go harder and faster

Her finger moving faster and faster against her clit, bringing herself to climax she bit her lip breaking the skin and tasting the blood in her mouth as the ecstasy of release washed over her body, her nerves on fire. It felt amazing but it wasn’t enough, she wanted him and only him. She grabbed a couple of tissues to quickly clean up the mess before falling asleep.

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Scully was woken up by the sounds of Ellie wanting to be fed but soon heard her mother's bedroom door opening and then the crying stopped. She could hear Maggie whisper

"Shh, sweet girl. Let’s get you changed, do you want some milk... and then we'll go see mommy, huh?"

She sighed, her head falling back on her pillow. Today was her birthday, and she was going to try her very best to be happy, for herself and the twins.

Thirty minutes later, Scully slowly walked down the stairs in a pair of jeans and a black cotton tank top with a sweater tied around her waist. Maggie looked towards the stairs, noticing daughter and looked back at the twins.

"Look who's here..." Maggie cooed at her grandchildren "They've been feed and we just about had tummy time" she directed at Scully.

"Thank you, Mom" Scully smiled and walked into the living room.

William and Ellissa spent the next few hours trying to impress their grandma by doing mini push-ups and attempting to lift their heads up to look around the large room.

Maggie had baked a cake the day before and went to get it from the fridge, she came back with it a minute later, singing Happy Birthday which the twins thought it was very amusing and watched as Scully blew out the candle, making a secret wish. After they ate some cake, she spent time playing with Ellie and William before beginning their nighttime routine, which involved Scully bathing, feeding, changing them and putting them in separate travel cots before continuing her fairy tale story from the night before.

"Katherine had been staying at Lord Fox' Castle for a couple of days now. And even though when they'd first met she thought he was a big bad meanie, she very quickly ended up becoming his friend. Sadly, her treasured horse, Queequeg, was not getting better but actually much worse as the days passed. Lord Fox asked if the princess wanted another horse but she explained this one meant a lot to her as it was from her parents. Days turned into weeks, and she didn't realise just how much she was falling in love with the prince, she came to call her best friend... well, not until one special day when they were having a picnic in the royal gardens, his chestnut hair caught the sun and she admired him more then she should. Their hands touched for the very first time that day an electricity sparked between them. She did not think it was wise to act on her feelings not unless he was willing to marry her. More weeks passed and they grew closer and closer. So close, that Katherine's... Mother and Father came down from their kingdom by the sea to meet Lord Fox. They liked him just as much as the young princess did, soon after they arrived the prince asked her father's permission for her hand in marriage and he approved. The very next day he proposed and two weeks after that there were married in a beautiful wedding, full of golds, silver and flowers. It was like something out of dream, the princess and prince were so happy they were finally together and that nothing would ever stand in there way. And they lived happily ever after" Scully finished, releasing both children were sleeping. She soon drifted off in the rocking chair holding a hand out to each of them. Scully needed to feel connected to Mulder, and their beautiful babies were the perfect way to make that connection.

April 1994, the twins are now 5 and half months old.

Spring was finally in the air, turning cold days into slightly warmer ones and daffodils were starting to bloom and Easter was just around the corner.

Scully had been attending bounce and rhyme and story time session at the local library which consisted of reciting simple songs and nursery rhymes with William and Ellissa.

She found it was a really good way to meet other parents and a good opportunity for the babies to mix socially with other children their age, to learn new things in an educational environment... and it made her feel less alone. Ellie and Will were doing amazing, hitting all of their milestones head on.

William had just started rolling over from his tummy onto his back (Ellie had been doing it for a few weeks) and they were both now supporting the own heads and sitting up with cushions. Will appeared to have a fascination with eating his feet and toes while Ellie, on the other hand, kept giving him disgusted looks. They babbled frequently in their own little alien twin language, and they could now both say the word "Dada". Scully thought it was cute that they knew who he was, but it also hurt because he wasn't there and she was starting to miss him terribly. Over time she briefly even contemplated moving back to DC or possibly ringing him and asking for his forgiveness but thought better of it as time went on.

Scully was looking forward to their first Easter together. She wanted to celebrate by getting Melissa to dress up as an Easter bunny but was told in polite terms "to fudge off" because the only bunny she was dressing up as was the slutty version but that wasn't going to stop Scully. Maggie was coming to visit from DC, so they could go to Easter Mass together, as a family and then hide little chocolate eggs around the house and go hunting for them, but not too much chocolate because she didn’t want either of them getting a sugar rush, that was the last thing she needed. William and Elissa were already rambunctious enough as it was.

May 1994, the twins are now 6 months old.

Scully, Ellie, William and Melissa had all gone down to see Maggie for the weekend.

Maggie and Missy had gone grocery shopping for some much needed food because the twins were starting solids.

Maggie was making small containers worth of sweet potato and veggie mash and various fruit purees, amongst other delicious things for them to try and hopefully enjoy.

Scully was getting the twins ready, putting on there light jackets and baby shoes.

Ellie was dressed in a pale yellow springtime dress with a small ¾ white cardigan, while William was in a pair of light blue jeans with a pale yellow t-shirt with a small grey alien on the front. Scully was really into matching baby clothes, and did her best to have them in a similar style.

"Hey! Ellie, stop hitting your brother... I need to get his coat on and it’s not very nice"

Ellissa smiled sweetly at her mother and proceed to try and hit him again.

"Ellissa Claire! I said... NO!"

The little girl looked up at her mom with tears forming in her eyes and started to cry

"Oh, Ellie..." Scully picked William up and placed him in the double stroller and strapping him in, she gave him a toy to keep him entertained "Shh. Everything's okay, sweetie. I'm sorry, mommy didn't mean to shout. It's just not very nice to hit your big brother, or anyone else. It hurts, OK?" she apologised. Ellissa looked up at her mother, snuggled into her chest and slowly stopped crying.

Scully took that as her cue to put her in the stroller and go for a walk in the park.

Meanwhile same time outside and a couple of doors down from Maggie's house;

Fox Mulder was sitting in his government issued silver sedan which was full of empty food wrappers, aeroplane sized whisky bottles and some dirty clothes. He was planning to visit Maggie a couple of days ago but what he saw, he definitely was not expecting. Now he sat there staring out of the windscreen into the empty street remembering what had happened.

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Mulder had just got out of his car from the space where he parked a couple of doors down from his normal spot just in case Scully suddenly turned up because he didn't want her to recognise the car and run away again. He was just one door down from Maggie's house when a taxi pulled up onto the driveway and through the window, he spotted her familiar red hair, so he quickly darted behind the biggest bush he could see and watched on.

Melissa got out the taxi, immediately went to the trunk carrying the luggage and there was so much of it for only two people. Next out was a small beautiful exquisite redhead and that’s when he realised it was Scully, it was his Scully and his heart began to pound in his chest, blood pressure going from zero to a hundred in about 30 seconds. She was as beautiful as ever, hadn’t changed a bit in the months they'd been apart. He had an urge to run to her and wrap his arms around her, but he forced himself to stay perfectly still, not to make a sound and continued watching the scene in front of him.

Melissa hurried inside with bags in tow, as Scully leaned inside the taxi, he could not stop smiling or staring at her ass, so perfect so round he shook his head trying not to think like that. because his jeans were becoming uncomfortable, stirring a deep longing desire for her to fill her completely and never let her go, again.

He couldn't see what she was doing inside the taxi but less than five minutes had passed and Scully pulled out a car seat with a small infant inside sleeping the day way. She carefully placed the occupied car seat on the grass, before reaching back into the taxi to remove another car seat with yet another sleeping infant in. Mulder noticed that one of the small babies had red hair and thought "Wow, Melissa's had twins" he wasn’t really expecting that, she didn’t even look pregnant when he saw her last in DC. Mind you, he was too angry at her to even notice if she was or wasn’t. Obviously, he had missed it. He watched Scully with curious eyes as she picked up both car seats with each hand and wandered inside her mother's house. He couldn’t see Maggie, not now that Scully was there. Mulder didn’t want her to run, this was not the best time so he left his hiding spot and bolted back to his car, jumping in and speeding back home.

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Mulder was soon brought back to reality when he heard Scully singing "Jeremiah was a bullfrog, was a good friend of mine. I never understood a single word he said, But I helped him drink his wine" he quickly ducked down out of view and carried on listening to what was happening outside. He heard laughing and babbling come from two small infants and quickly realised she was taking her niece and nephew out.

Scully started singing again "Joy to the world, all the boys and girls now. Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea. Joy to you and me!" and he heard more giggling and laughing and the sound of stroller wheels moving in the distance.

Mulder's mind was made up he had to follow her, had to see her and speak to her. So he waited five minutes before, exiting his car and following her down the street as quietly as he could.

He followed them to the nearby park, remaining out of sight the whole time but close enough that he could hear everything.

Scully picked up the little girl, hung a blanket on the swing and placed her inside and repeated the process, unclasping the little boy from the stroller and placing a blanket behind the little boy in the baby swing opposite and slowly swinging them both, one at a time and making sure not to get to high. The infants were laughing and squealing with delight as Scully them and Mulder took a moment to enjoy watching the view before him. Scully was laughing and enjoying herself with these two babies, and suddenly couldn't shake the feeling of what if this was what he could have had with her. The dream suddenly springing into his mind, the one of him and Scully and their daughter... of them, as a family playing and running around in a field, in the midsummer sun carefree and not being chased by monsters or ghouls.

He kept staring at these two little children; the little boy coincidentally looked identical to Charlie as a child with the red hair and big blue eyes and turned his attention to the little girl with long brown hair and hazel eyes, not quite green and not blue either.

Mulder was brought out of his reverie, when the little girl looked directly at him and felt his hair stand on end, it felt like she was looking into his soul and then she spoke to him.

"Da-Da!"

Mulder looked at this child and thought "Wait, what did she say? Why does she think I'm her dad? Why does Melissa's daughter think I'm her dad? Maybe I just look like her dad? It was possible! He kept staring at this little girl, fixated on her but then he saw Scully move towards the little girl so he quickly hid again and continued to listen.

"I’m sorry, sweetie. But your daddy’s not here, remember?"

"Da-Da!"

"Ellissa, your Dada's not here... he doesn't even live around here," Scully said, trying not to get emotional.

Mulder could hear the way Scully's voice wavered, as she spoke to this little girl and if he didn’t know any better he would say it sounded like she was about to cry or was already crying.

"Mama!"

"Yes, baby. I’m here..."

Listening to this a shock wave hit Mulder. There's no way he could've of heard that right, silently pleading with this adorable little girl to say it again.

"Can you say Mama again, Ellissa?"

"Mama!"

"Good job, baby. Mama's right here and she's not going anywhere"

OH MY GOD, this cannot be happening Mulder thought. The realisation hitting him like a 40-ton Mack truck, they weren't Melissa children at all.... they were Scully's. It all made sense now, she was unfaithful and was sleeping with someone one else. It's why she moved away and didn't want anything to do with him. She'd gotten pregnant and had given birth. Scully had children! Mulder was suddenly very angry and upset that she had lied to him, because he trusted her. She had told him that she loved him and it was a lie.

Looking up, he saw Scully turn around to look at where Ellie had been saying "Da-Da" and darted out from his hiding spot leaving the park, mind in anguished turmoil and heartbreaking and bleeding in his chest. But he needed to know more, needed answers to his long list of questions about what had happened and why and if Scully wasn't going to answer them, not that he trusted her now anyway not after what she had done to him. Well, he was going to get answers regardless, so he pulled a cell phone out of his pocket and dialled speed dial number two.

"Frohike, it's me. Turn the tape off... NOW!"

To be continued...

#WLUSIA #msr fanfic #mulder and scully #the x files #fanfic #whats left unsaid

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codename-adler · 4 years ago

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Hey! Hi, so I have seen that you ship Kevin and Aaron very much. Now, I read your 9th part of the foxes + onesies series and well now I'm craving more Kevaaron. I love them so much, but I have the hardest time finding good fics for them. So could you recommend me some of your favorite Kevaaron fics? (you can give however many you want, but no more than 10, cause I know you are going to give good recs and if I start reading one, I won't be able to stop until I finish all of them.)

Well hi!!!

I read (and publish) all my fics on ao3, so I hope this won’t be a problem! Also, most of these Kevaaron fics, if I remember well without the tags, are rated Mature or Explicit, so I’ll try to diverse my recs a bit but if these are too much for you (or any of you) please don’t hesitate to ask again for more sfw/G-rated fics, and I shall answer your call! And, I’ll only suggest completed fics, because I’d hate to leave you hanging.

The only fic I will recommend that is not on ao3 is the first one.

Kevaaron Fic Recs

Twilight & Daytime - @ukamushu_the_bibliophile on Instagram

This. This fic. I have followed the chapters since day one. It is now complete. What was even better than this fic is the friendship I’ve been blessed to form with its writer, Kammy. She is an amazing woman and a wonderful writer who gave each character of our beloved series a new and unique twist, and much more depth. Kevin and Aaron are lucky to have her writing them, and we are lucky to have her for reading her sweet, heartfelt and honest story. This fic is an emotional journey, but a welcomed one. I urge you all to read her story and encourage her and show her some love!

(44 parts, completed, TW at the beginning of each posted chapter)

* Summary to be added once I get it from Kammy *

coming loose - dhedy on ao3

I mean... I think we all started there...

(13 chapters, 26,300 words, completed, G)

“ “What are you doing?” Aaron heard the door shut and closed his eyes. Even his eyelids were sticky. “It’s hot,” he said, the effort of peeling the words from his lips lingering in the form of sweat dripping down his face. “I was asking Andrew.” From somewhere near his feet, Andrew said, “It’s extremely hot.” - it's hot, and the twins are disgruntled, and aaron can't stop hoping for things he can't have. “

twin high maintenance machines - thisnightsrevels on ao3

This is slowburn af but god is it good.

(1 chapter, 17,500 words, completed, G)

“ Healing was never going to be easy, but maybe together they could find a way

Kevin and Aaron have grown sick of living under Andrews thumb, and slowly they're coming to realise that there are better things to live for beyond the bottle he shoves in their hand. “

The Thing About Andrew - aristotlethecat on ao3

This shit gets heavy but... so worth it.

(11 chapters, 10,300 words, completed, M + TW + Explicit)

“ Kevin is ignoring Andrew after canon events because of the choking thing and he finds solace in late night talks with the more sane of the two twins who has also suffered at his brother's hands. “

all of the things (that i’m not) - vertigo on ao3

Oh boy, this? This is a heartwrenching AU, slowburn-y and angsty and. ugh.

(5 chapters, 47,500 words, completed, M + TW + Explicit)

“ It took three swats of his racquet (heavy, short in length, shallow net depth, one parallel red mark on the middle of the body) to break Kevin's hand and spirit. “

or; Kevin never really heals from his hand injury, never goes to PSU, moves to Cleveland to co-coach its Exy team that just happens to have Aaron as one of its backliner...

Honey, You’re Familiar - OfficialStarsandGutters on ao3

I don’t have words for this. A comfort fic of mine for sure.

(1 chapter, 18,300 words, completed, M + TW + Explicit)

“ Kevin is so warm, and solid, and bright. He is Enjolras, Achilles; the blazing hero, self righteous and certain, and Aaron is just a lost companion stumbling in his wake, grateful to be in his presence.

When the fuck did he become a Kevin Day fanboy? Because fuck that. “

I Wanna Make You Move - sheerpoetry on ao3

It’s NOT just smut, okay? It’s not. There are feelings.

(6 chapters, 9,600 words, completed, M + TW + Explicit)

“ Kevin is drunk. Aaron is drunk. Andrew is oblivious.

(Kevin hits the dance floor after hitting the bottle. He finds Aaron, who actually doesn't mind his company.)

[Then neither of them wants to let it go and it's a journey for everyone.] “

Only Fools - Moth2Flame on ao3

Oh this is dark. But it gets better. Promise.

(1 chapter, 12,400 words, completed, M + TW + Explicit)

“ Aaron was just going along, minding his own business, content in his life and then... feelings.

Unwanted ones. Bad ones. Ones he shouldn't be having and ones he definitely shouldn't be having about Kevin fucking Day.

The thing is, Aaron's not particulary good when it comes to feelings.

In fact, he could almost give Andrew a run for his money when it comes to being self-destructive in his stubborn determination to deny them

Set post-canon, and AKA: Aaron is an angry prickly cactus and Kevin just wants to hug him (but with angst) “

(don’t matter what) people say - psychOmidget (cominupforair) on ao3

We all need therapy, especially Kevin and Aaron.

( 1 chapter, 8,000 words, completed, M + TW)

“ Aaron knew he was bi.

He had long come to terms with it, but he believed that he could pretend he was straight as long as he kept dating girls.

But then Kevin happened. That’s where Aaron’s carefully constructed world really started crumbling. With him and Kevin kissing on his bed, legs tangled and hands roaming each other’s bodies. “

And so I’ll stop there, even if I got more suggestions... You know where to find me if your life lacks some Kevaaron again!

#kevaaron #kevaaron fics #fic recs #kevin day #aaron minyard #aftg #all for the game #exy #psu foxes #the foxes

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Reposted from @birchhollowfibers This club means so much to us, and I want share how thankful I am that I get to work on this with Shobha @serendipitouswool . We have so much fun talking about the books and the colors. She's such an amazing person, and it's an honor to work with her. 💜 #Repost @serendipitouswool • • • • • • @birchhollowfibers and @serendipitouswool Yarn Journeys Book Club-January ,based on Sweetest Kulu by Celina Kalluk Image Description: Page is open and shows baby in a sage green onesie with a gray hood, yawning with hands to cheek laying in a field of pink flowers and sage leaves and buds. A patient white fox with a smile is looking at baby. On right side of page glimpses of printed words can be seen. A semi solid pink skein from @birchhollowfibers color way Arctic Moss and a semi-solid blue and sage skein from @serendipitouswool color way Earths Gifts with speckles of brown, pink and golden lay side by side. A bookmark made by Matt with these words printed, “Fox, so thoughtful and swift came to tell you to get out of bed as soon as you wake, and to help anyone who may need help along your way, admired Kulu-Celina Kalluk “. An orange-red fox is also printed on the bookmark. All lay on an ebony backdrop with flower and leaf cutouts. #SerendipitousWool #BirchHollowFibers #YarnJourneysBookClub #BIPOCMakers #BIPOCIndieDyers - #regrann https://www.instagram.com/p/B8Abt16pE_x/?igshid=11faod352534t

#repost #serendipitouswool #birchhollowfibers #yarnjourneysbookclub #bipocmakers #bipocindiedyers #regrann

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downthatrabbitholewego · 8 years ago

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April 2017

This is a compilation of fics that I've read/re-read over the past month. Faves get a star ( ★ ). There is also a separate fic rec page for my favorites here and a fic rec sorter here, if you'd like to check those out. :)

MONTH: April, 2017 | (older lists)

▶▶ A Neutrino Walks Through a Bar by Moku Teen And Up | 45,261w Stiles had become the most popular matchmaker of Beacon Hills in less than a year. And he really didn't know how that had happened.

▶▶ A Not So Easy Arrangement by hazelandglasz Explicit | 5,314w AU where Derek's still the Alpha, and Erica and Boyd aren't dead. Stiles and Derek have to fake-date because of werewolf reasons, but it shouldn't be too hard because they're already having sex together? And they're great friends? Shouldn't be too hard, Stile thinks, but he's been pining away, and he was actually gonna ask out Derek for real, because he kinda loves him, but now he just feels weird. And he's still finding ways to fall in love with Derek.

▶▶ accidentally? by bibliosexual Mature | 3,683w BOSS: "know why I called you in here?" ME: "because I accidentally sent you a dick pic" BOSS [stops pouring 2 glasses of wine]: "accidentally?" yup. Or, in which Derek receives a surprising email one morning.

▶▶ all stories deserve an end by bleep0bleep Teen And Up | 2,351w No one hardly ever comes up to this area of the forest, especially with the rumors of the "mad wizard." Stiles encourages the rumor, because it means people leave him alone. It's a good, solitary existence as long as Stiles pretends the aching loneliness in his heart isn't there.

▶▶ anything, anything by drunktuesdays Explicit | 5,242w Prompt: Stiles wakes up in Derek's bed in a world where they’re married now, and Derek keeps leaving the room every time he tries to have a conversation about how this happened, since they weren't even dating.

▶▶ Bones Straining Under the Weight by weathervaanes ★ Explicit | 15,645w One of Stiles' favorite things about life is Derek Hale's food blog. He never expects to meet the man in person.

▶▶ But, Doctor! by stilinskisparkles ★ Mature | 30,269w "We had to splint a girl's leg in a ditch," Scott says excitedly. "Bro, you sound way too happy about that," Stiles complains, opening up his bag and pulling out a Twinkie. Derek removes it from his hand silently and replaces it with an apple. Stiles scowls at him for a second then bites into it, regardless. Derek sits back and lets the group discuss the merits of dramatic lifesaving feats for winning over the ladies. Scott is convinced it'll help impress Allison; Isaac thinks Scott’s a loser. Stiles— Stiles is falling asleep on Derek's shoulder.

▶▶ First Impressions Are Overrated by Leslie_Knope Teen And Up | 14,634w In Stiles' defense, he didn't deliberately ram his grocery cart into the (evidently precarious) pyramid of oranges.

▶▶ I Call You Names Because I Love You by tylerfucklin (Deshonanana) Mature | 13,025w Years of touring with Stiles would never have prepared Derek for the day his beloved techie fell in love with someone else.

▶▶ I Do Do You? by Captain_Loki ★ Explicit | 6,540w Stiles and Derek wake up hung over and married in a hotel room in Las Vegas. It wouldn't be so bad if the year before their relationship hadn't fallen apart.

▶▶ Misguided Ghosts by Nina_shaffer N/A | 13,645w Stiles was hoping that his summer before his senior year would be uneventful but no the supernatural hierarchies can't leave Beacon Hills alone, can they? Stiles gets lead into the woods by a ghost wolf but what's the most a ghost can do, a lot apparently because here he is, 18-year-old Stiles, in the friggin past. What's the first rule of time travel? Don't change the past. Stiles never was one to follow the rules.

▶▶ my boyfriend, the ex-spy. by matildajones Teen And Up | 6,453w Derek tries to live a normal life... it's hard when his boyfriend used to travel around the world shooting the bad guys.

▶▶ Not An Order by LadyDrace Teen And Up | 2,359w Prince Stiles of Beacon is about to get engaged to the princess of Reyes. Derek is determined to be supportive. Maybe a little too determined.

▶▶ Once Again, In a Little While by adeepeningdig General | 4,148w Parrish is holding the infant like a fullback carrying the football, tight and close to his body, as if he's afraid someone's going to strip it away from him at any moment. "Sir," he whispers, "this baby is running hot." "So call the paramedics, get Sally on the line. For heaven's sake, Parrish, this baby needs a hospital, not the sheriff" The baby is hot to the touch but his pale eyes, when they blink open, are clear and he's not flushed like a feverish infant would be. "No," Parrish hisses, "I mean this baby is running hot. I don't think he's human." John looks at the priest, still standing in the aisle, hunched in concern. He looks at the baby in his duck onesie and little yellow hat. "Oh, fuck," he says.

▶▶ Possibili(tea) by dragon_temeraire Teen And Up | 1,096w Stiles might have a crush on his co-worker, who always brews him amazing tea.

▶▶ Put Down in Words by paintedrecs ★ Mature | 203,777w When Stiles signed up for Dr. Hale's intro to history class, he had two goals: knock out the credits his advisor was bugging him to complete before he graduated, and spend a few hours a week daydreaming about his sexy professor's salt and pepper beard. Derek, a few months away from turning forty and not sure when his life had started feeling so damn lonely, had never encountered someone like Stiles before. Bright-eyed, sharp-tongued, determined to throw Derek's carefully cultivated world into disarray... and absolutely the last person Derek should be falling in love with.

▶▶ Satisfactory Compromises by TroubleIWant ★ Mature | 17,727w Stiles is basically doing fine. He's surviving, anyways. So what if it's a struggle to get out of bed most days? Back in high school, everything about the supernatural had seemed edgy and romantic and exhilarating, but after seeing everything he has, wanting to go back to ignorance is only natural. Only then Derek comes back to Beacon Hills and says he's in love with him, and everything changes. For the worse.

▶▶ Shake my ash to the wind by rufflefeather Explicit | 4,308w Kissing Stiles is like a breeze through an open window that chases away a smell of fire that never leaves. The first time he tastes surprised and says, Holy shit while his fingers find lips that probably sting a little from Derek's stubble. It makes Derek laugh and Stiles' eyes go wide and pleased as if that's a bigger surprise than the kiss.

▶▶ Some Strings Attached by TroubleIWant N/A | 3,324w Prompt: I just saw you go upstairs with someone else and I know we're only fuck buddies but I’m gonna go punch them in the face.

▶▶ something just like this by allhalethekings General | 10,889w "Hey, did Peter talk to you yet about your new song?" He scrunches his forehead, fingers twitching towards the laptop subconsciously. "No? Why should he? I already told him it shouldn't be on the market." Cora snorts. "It's cute you thought that would work. He already spoke to Jackson Whittemore about it." Derek's stomach sinks. This song is private and to find out that it might be in the hands of someone like Jackson Whittemore? Jackson fucking Whittemore? His contempt for them must have shown on his face because Cora smirks. She's a bitch like that. "Stiles wants that song so Peter already set up a meeting. Have fun!" What the actual fuck. "What the fuck is a Stiles?" Derek asks helplessly.

▶▶ The Gentleman And The Fox by bleep0bleep, Inkforwords Explicit | 15,707w Derek doesn't expect much from his arranged marriage. When his inattentive husband, Lord Stiles Stilinski, tells him he's free to look for a lover, he doesn't know where to start, until a dashing bandit named the Red Fox catches his eye.

▶▶ The One Where They Adopt a Selkie by mikkimouse ★ Teen And Up | 7,737w "That's a kid," Stiles said. Derek growled. "It's a selkie." "It's a selkie kid," Stiles pointed out, because really, they did not need to be arguing semantics right now. "Do selkies just go around leaving their kids sleeping in caves on the beach?"

▶▶ The Payoff Pitch by Leslie_Knope ★ Explicit | 83,974w Derek is on the cusp of his second season with the LA Dodgers, and as the reigning runner-up Rookie of the Year, the pressure’s on him to become the team's star pitcher and lead them to the playoffs for the first time in five years. He's trying to deal with the burden of expectations and really has zero desire to spend any extra time or energy on anything that isn't baseball. But then he meets Stiles.

▶▶ The Second Coming (of Werewolf Jesus) by lupinus, uraneia [Note: Restricted. AO3 account is required.] Explicit | 40,104w Stiles was enjoying his senior year until his crazy English teacher decided he made the best candidate to gestate Derek's kid. Now Stiles is a seventeen-year-old pregnant dude and he and Derek have to figure their shit out, because in nine months they are going to be tied together for the rest of their lives.

▶▶ This Space Is For You by matildajones Teen And Up | 3,908w Derek is a lonely, angry man, living in the middle of nowhere.

▶▶ We Den Our Hearts Here by LadyLade Teen And Up | 1,921w Somehow, having a pack of wolf pups has made Derek's life easier.

▶▶ Untitled Tumblr Ficlet by bibliosexxual Teen And Up | 1,721w Derek has played host to Stiles a number of times, usually when Stiles has had too many beers after poker night, but he’s never let Stiles stay over for more than one night. Not that Stiles has ever asked. This ends up being a lot more than one night.

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Get to know the owner!!

♡ sippy cup or baby bottle? I currently have a sippy, but I really want a bottle as well!!

♡ favorite disney princess? Ariel, all the way. I love her so much!!

♡ cute straws or drinking from the cup? I don’t really use straws, so the cup!

♡ do you have a bedtime? Yes, sadly :< It’s 10 on school days and 11 on weekends!!

♡ onesies or dresses? I wear dresses, but I’ve wanted a onesie forever.

♡ what’s the name of your favorite plushie? All of my stuffies are from my daddy! My favorite is Squeaks of Strawberry- Strawberry is a stuffie I got on Valentines Day, and Squeaks is a stuffie I just randomly got form my daddy. (He’s supposed to be Mouse from “If you gave a Mouse a Cookie. . “!)

♡ pastel colors or neon colors? Pastel is my aesthetic :)

♡ do you have a carer? Yes!! He is the most amazing caregiver I could ever dream of. I love him so much and can’t wait to have a future with him.

♡ regressing on your own on or with friends/carer? I regress by myself at times, but mostly my caregiver helps me, and I have little friends/ switches that keep me in control during school and while daddy isn’t around because he has different classes.

♡ what’s your favorite baby/kid item? My paci! Sadly I lost it a few weeks ago, but it was the first one my daddy ever got me. It was a NUK one and it had butterflies on it!

♡ overalls or skirts? Both!

♡ do you wear diapers? No, I do not. ^^’ They’re just not for me

♡ milk or juice? Juice!! I love apple juice.

♡ do you like bathtime? Y e s. I bring in duckies and I pretend I’m a mermaid like Ariel!

♡ stuffed animals or dolls? Stuffies. :) They’re more cuddly

♡ do you believe in fairies? Tinkerbell!!

♡ dinos or astronauts? Dinooos :o

♡ what’s your favorite animal? A fox!!

♡ thigh highs or frilly socks? I want both :)

♡ what’s your regressed age (range)? 2-5, but my main ages are 3 and 4.

♡ strawberry milk or chocolate milk? Chocolate, duh!!

♡ do you use pacifiers? Yes, they calm me down even out of littlespace.

♡ amusement park or build-a-bear? Build-a-bear!!

♡ do you have a baby voice? Yes, haha. My daddy loves it

♡ bratty or calm? Oooh... I’m both.

♡ do you like playdates? Never had one :’)

♡ dependent or independent when regressed? I’m very dependent while regressed, sorry daddyy

♡ what is all the agere stuff you have? I had a paci, I have one sippy, tons of stuffies, a winnie the pooh blankie, a hello kitty nightgown, thigh highs, and a few toys my daddy got me

♡ dress up or tea party? Both!!

♡ what is your favorite dessert? Ice cream or piee

♡ anime or cartoons? Both!!

♡ what is your favorite bedtime story? The Little Mermaid, Fido, or The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh.

♡ are you a prince(ss/t)? Yessir!!

♡ pacifier or thumb? Paci

♡ do you have coloring books? I have one, but I need new ones!

♡ crayons or markers? Both

♡ how different is regressed you from big you? We’re practically the same, i’m just a little moody when big :(

♡ my little pony or paw patrol? Paw Patrol!! I love Skye

♡ favorite carebear? The blue one!!

♡ pink or black? Pink

♡ do you have rules? Yes!! And I love to be a brat an break em

♡ twin tails or braids? Pig tails!!

♡ do you also pet regress? Yes, I am a puppy n a kitten.

♡ mary janes or sneakers? Sneakers, but I want Mary Janes

♡ do you throw a lot of tantrums? Y e s

♡ winter or summer? Summer!! I hate the cold

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clevergirrrl-blog · 7 years ago

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First Birthday

Dear Fox,

Tomorrow you will be one year old.

Holy shit.

I’m sitting here writing this alone in our living room, which is something that doesn’t happen too often since you were born. Not the sitting in the living room part; the alone part. You’re almost always with me, other than the hours you sleep in your crib at night. I miss you during those hours. I often sneak in to look at you, to touch your face, and sometimes - much to your dad’s annoyance - I actually pick you up while you’re sleeping and rock you in my arms for as long as I can get away with it.

I’m feeling pretty emotional thinking about you turning one. It’s probably not helping that it’s pouring rain outside and I’m listening to Hallelujah on repeat while I try to write this. The Jeff Buckley cover; the one your dad will always argue is the best. He’s right.

Since you were born, it’s my favourite song.

It’s the first song I sang to you when you were born. I sang it to you for weeks and months on end. I sang it when I myself was in a dark place after your birth, for so long. When I thought I would never heal, never be the same again, never feel the same again, never be me again.

I sang it when I was scared that I wasn’t doing this motherhood thing right. Scared that I would somehow hurt you or damage you. Scared that you would be taken away. Scared that this happiness couldn’t possibly be real.

I sang it when I was the most in love I’ve ever been, staring at your sweet face day after day, night after night. I sang it while holding you on my breast, feeding you for hours, smelling your head and listening to you breathe.

I sang it when I needed the courage to face another day, to tell myself that we would both be ok. I sang it when I didn’t know how to put into words how much I loved you.

To this day, I can’t sing it or even hear it without crying. Without thinking of you.

Hallelujah.

I remember the day I found out we were having you. We’d been trying for what felt like an eternity, though in the grand scheme of things it was nothing: six months. It felt especially long and agonizing, I think, because we lost our first baby while I was pregnant - just before you. We wanted you so badly, or we wanted him so badly, or we wanted to stop the pain so badly and just fast forward to joy.

Life doesn’t work that way. Healing takes time. Heartache lingers until you’re finally ready to let it go, and then it stays a while longer.

After several months of feeling sorry for myself, I was doing my best to live again. To be ok without him, without you, with just me. With your dad. We went out all the time and we stayed in together and we cooked and laughed and travelled and spent time with our friends and we worked hard and bought flowers and new sheets and we talked and cried and started over every day. I started running again, started really smiling again. That’s when you decided to show up.

I didn’t allow myself to really believe it when I saw the plus sign that morning, on January 28 - the day before your dad’s birthday. I started shaking so I sat down on the bathroom floor and let my head fall back against the wall and clenched the stick in my hand and squeezed it so hard my fingers went numb. I took a cab to the doctor’s office without an appointment and made them see me and test me and tell me that it was true, that you were real. They did and you were and I cried all day at work.

I waited until the next morning to tell your dad. I wanted to hold the news in my own heart for just a minute, to feel you glowing inside of me, just the two of us. On the morning of your dad’s birthday, I gave him a silly gift, wrapped half-heartedly in a brown paper bag with some tissue paper stuffed on top for good measure. It was a bright red “onesie” set of pyjamas. The kind you only wear at Christmas in front of your family, much to everyone’s delight and disgust. I bought a matching set in newborn size, and slid it under his adult-sized one in the bag. He picked it up and he looked at me and I had tears in my eyes and I started laughing and he knew right away.

The first time I felt you kick, we were on a beach in Sicily. I was 4.5 months pregnant and we figured it was our last chance to travel just the two of us for a while. I wasn’t sure what it was at first. It felt like a weird little flutter; quick, easy to miss. But a few seconds later you pounded on the roof of your little home so hard that we could both see and feel it, and we screamed and died laughing and spent way too much time touching my belly and waiting for it to happen again. Your dad proudly declared that you obviously loved the beach. It felt like our first clue about who you would be.

Labour started out peacefully and excitedly, around 11:30 pm on October 6, 2016. It quickly escalated into terror and panic and intense suffering. I can’t imagine ever doing it again. I still cry when I think about it, and I feel afraid. Afraid of feeling that kind of pain ever again, afraid of dying, afraid in my own body.

You came out at 11:37 am on October 7 with the help of some big scissors and without the help of any drugs. When you finally came rushing out, I have never felt more powerful, more aware, more alive. The joy I felt when they first placed you on my chest and the air was filled with your voice, crying out for me, is indescribable.

A full year later, I haven’t recovered. I can still feel it all. My body is forever marked and broken. I am changed, physically, for worse. In every other way, I am changed for the better.

I’d love to tell you what happens next, but it’s all a blur after that. It feels like I was carrying you home from the hospital in my arms just yesterday. I want to remember every month, every milestone, every minute, but I can’t. All I can tell you is how I felt during the past year, and how I feel right now.

I feel exhausted. Like I’ll never actually sleep again and like I’m constantly on the verge of either death or a nervous breakdown. I’m so tired that I can barely think most days, let alone string two sentences together on a piece of paper. I’m so tired that sometimes I forget what I’m saying as soon as I open my mouth. I forget my keys everywhere and I forget why I went to the store and I usually forget what day it is.

There are moments where I feel like the most vulnerable person in the world. I feel like someone is going to burst in through my front door and tell me I’m doing it all wrong and take you away and everyone will know that I’m a terrible mother.

I feel guilty for not spending enough quality time with you. And for yelling at you sometimes and for not breastfeeding you long enough and for letting you fall off the change table that one time and for being on my phone so often and for everything, really.

I feel sad that I’ve lost so many parts of myself. Sad that I don’t write anymore, that I can’t run anymore. Sad that you’re growing so quickly and I’m not paying close enough attention or cherishing every moment. Sad that you don’t cuddle me like you used to, that you’re not my tiny baby anymore. Sad that you don’t need me like you used to.

I also feel proud as hell. Proud that I made you with my body and pushed you out like a warrior and lived to tell the tale. Proud that I can do everything I used to do faster and better and more efficiently, even with a baby on my hip. Proud of my strong mom arms. Proud that I know what your different cries mean and that I know what to do to comfort you and that I how to make you smile and laugh. Proud that I breastfed you for almost 10 months. Proud that I support you financially and am going back to work to keep doing that. Proud that you’ll have a strong feminist role model to look up to your entire life. Proud of the amazing person I can already see you becoming, proud of all you’ve learned this year, proud that we both made it this far.

After surviving this first year of motherhood, I feel stronger than ever. I feel like there’s nothing I can’t do or face or overcome. I really believe that I can do anything I set my mind to, because I can finally see that I’m a hero and a boss. I’m not afraid of much anymore. I’m pretty sure I could kick anyone’s ass.

Above all else, I feel so, so happy. You make me so, so happy. The way you look at me. The way you suck your thumb and curl into me when you’re upset. The way you peak around a corner and giggle when you catch my eye. The way you make an exaggerated O-face every time something surprises or scares you. The way you laugh when I tickle you or make a silly face or pretend to get hurt. The way you look genuinely concerned when you think I might actually be hurt. The way you say my name. The way you clap and crawl and shuffle and try to climb the stairs. The way you smell and the sound of your baby voice. Everything about you.

I took a break in the middle of writing this to mother again. To take you for a walk, feed you dinner, watch your dad give you a bath, watch you drink your bottle, and finally, to put you to bed. Your dad was going to be the one to put you to bed tonight, and usually you’re more than happy to let him, but tonight you cried out for me.

You reached out and called my name and I dropped what I was doing and I came to you. We sat in the rocking chair. The last couple of months, you haven’t wanted to be held or rocked, which breaks my heart. I long for the days when you fell asleep on me.

Tonight, however, something was different. I sat down with you in the rocking chair and instead of pushing me away, or arching your back, you nestled in. I took a chance and cradled you like a real baby, like a tiny newborn. You don’t normally like being held that way anymore, but you were silent and unmoving. I could feel your weight in my arms. It was very dark, but I could sense you looking up at me.

I started to sing the only song that seems to really calm you. The only song that has ever put you to sleep.

Well I heard there was a secret chord

That David played and it pleased the Lord

But you don’t really care for music, do you?

Well it goes like this: the fourth, the fifth

The minor fall, and the major lift

The baffled king composing “Hallelujah”

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

I started to cry as quietly as I could.

You could tell that I was crying, the way you always can. Whenever it happens, you stay perfectly calm. You know exactly how to soothe me. You wait until I’m done before you start softly cooing or singing, to remind me to keep singing. Sometimes you touch my face or my hair, like you did tonight. You pulled a few loose strands between your tiny fingers and you held on gently, letting me know that you’re listening, that you understand, that you’re here.

I held you close and whispered that I love you over and over. I kissed your head and your nose and your eyes and your lips. Your little hands, your baby feet. I kissed your neck and your ears and I kept singing while I rocked you and I said happy birthday, my love.

I finished the song and I put you in your crib. You sucked your thumb while I rubbed your back for a few minutes. I stood in the dark listening to the sound of both of our hearts beating.

I hope that I did an OK job this first year, Fox. I hope that when you look at me and hear my voice and feel my arms around you, you feel the same love for me as I feel for you. I hope that you can sense that I am your protector, that I would do anything for you, that I will always be here for you. I hope that you can see in my eyes that I am so proud of you and that I will never stop loving you.

Hallelujah.

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wanna-be-bold · 7 years ago

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Thanks to Tali - Ch 11

You can find the rest of the story here: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12498508/1/Thanks-to-Tali

Good Time to be Alive

Saturday, May 25, 2019 – Ziva’s baby shower

“C’mon Zi! Gibbs is expecting us for lunch and we don’t want to be late!” Tony yelled up the stairs to his wife who was getting herself and Tali ready to go to Gibbs house for what they thought was just lunch. He and Abby had been planning a surprise baby shower for Ziva for over a month and were able to talk Gibbs into letting them have it at his house. The decorating was left completely up to Abby with the promise that she would keep it a light, neutral theme. Meanwhile, Tony ordered all of the food from one of Ziva’s favorite deli’s that catered, as well as the cake which Senior promised to pick up and deliver to Gibbs. Now, Tony’s job was to get Ziva to Gibbs’ without her being suspicious. After five minutes, Tali came running down the stairs, shortly followed by Ziva. They were in matching striped dresses with their hair clipped half-up, Tali’s pink with a bow in her hair and Ziva’s a dark purple with a white flowy cardigan over top. “Well look at my beautiful girls.”

“Thanks daddy! Look, Ima and I match!” Tali hugged Ziva’s leg, smiling up at her mother.

“You do don’t you.” Tony smiled at his daughter before looking up into Ziva’s eyes. She was looking lovingly down at their daughter, one arm held by Tali and the other hand laying on her bump. “So, are you two ready to go?” That broke Ziva out of her head and she nodded, telling Tali to go get her jacket out of the coat closet as the D.C. air was still cool. Tony helped Ziva into her shoes and grabbed her purse, leading his family out the door.

The DiNozzos pulled into Gibbs driveway five minutes late according to Ziva, but right on time according to Tony’s plan. Thankfully, everyone else had carpooled and had parked down the street in the opposite direction they had driven in from so that Ziva wouldn’t see their cars. He put the car into park and stepped back to open Tali’s door before walking around to open Ziva’s. Having been told of the surprise that morning, Tali ran ahead into the home and took her place between Gibbs and Senior in the living room. Behind them were Abby, Ducky, Tim and Delilah McGee and their baby, Jimmy, Breena, Victoria and Charles Palmer, three of Ziva’s friends from work, Cassie, Mindy, and Amanda, and Abigail Borin.

“Well someone’s in a hurry.” Tony commented lightly, taking Ziva’s hand in his and walking up the sidewalk. Tony opened the door, holding his hand out for Ziva to lead the way. Stepping inside, Ziva was welcomed by several voices yelling surprise. She looked around in awe at her friends and family gathered under a Baby Shower banner and took in the pastel yellow and green balloons that adorned Gibbs living room. Tony’s hand came up to rest on the small of her back as he whispered “surprise” in her ear, causing her to turn around and envelope him in a hug, whispering “thank you.” Shaking off her shock, she walked the rest of the way into the house, going up to each person for a hug or handshake. As usual, Abby was jumping up and down and wrapped her in an excited hug. Ready to get the party started, Abby ushered her into the kitchen where lunch trays were set up around the room and the cake was placed on the dining room table. Everyone grabbed their plates and gathered around the living room to eat and share light conversation. After eating, the four children went upstairs to their room where Gibbs had filled the room with hand-made toys to keep them occupied and had sleeping bags laid out across the floor in case they got tired. Meanwhile downstairs, the guys were relegated to the basement so all of the women could play the shower games Abby had prepared and the guys could work with Gibbs on putting the finishing touches on the furniture for Ziva’s nursery.

Throughout the evening, the mothers shared their pregnancy and labor stories before calling the guys up and the kids downstairs for cake and presents. Abby pulled a kitchen chair strewn with balloons and streamers into the middle of the living room and brought the presents over within her reach. Tony pulled a chair over next to her and Tali came over to hand the presents to Ziva since bending over was no longer possible. Ziva opened bags full of clothes and books, including an NCIS onesie that came from Borin, a “Mommy’s Little Ninja” onesie from the McGees, and a light gray onesie with the outline of a bat in the middle. The Palmers had purchased a bag full of newborn necessities including fingernail clippers and diaper cream. After all of the wrapped presents were opened, Ziva was instructed to stay still and not turn around as Tony, McGee, and Gibbs went into the other room where they hid the furniture earlier and carried it into the living room behind Ziva. Tony signaled to Abby that they were done and came around to Ziva’s side.

“We have one more present for you Zi. I know that you had hoped this little one could have had the same crib Tali had when she was born, the same one that you slept in as a baby, but it was destroyed in the explosion.” Ziva just looked at him and nodded, recalling their conversation almost two months ago when she confessed to him that she didn’t want to buy baby furniture yet because she always wanted her children to have the same crib she slept in at her family’s farmhouse. “I know you wanted the bed our baby slept in to have meaning, so I called in some reinforcements.” Ziva’s eyes started getting teary-eyed as she realized the meaning behind his words. “Turn around Zi.” Ziva turned around in her chair and gasped at the hand-made crib and matching rocker that had a rich brown stain. There was a white and gray blanket with bears and foxes draped over the front of the crib which held a stuffed brown bear and orange fox. The rocker was adorned with a light gray cushion with two pillows in a dark purple and olive green. Ziva’s hand went up to cover her mouth as she stood up and took it all in, looking at her husband then Gibbs.

“You did all of this?” Gibbs just shrugged.

“Can’t take all the credit for it. Senior helped too.” Ziva turned around and looked at her father-in-law in amazement.

“You, you worked on this too?”

“Well, mainly just the staining and getting the decorations. Gibbs here doesn’t have an eye for decorating like I do.” Ziva just smiled and walked up to him, enveloping him in a hug before moving to Gibbs.

“Thank you, thank you both so much.” She tried hard not to cry but wiped at her eyes as a few tears escaped against her will. “I love it.”

“I’m glad Ziver.” Gibbs pressed a kiss to the side of her head before she went back to looking at her new furniture.

It was getting late and guests began heading home, Ziva making sure to stop each one to thank them for coming before they left until eventually only Abby and Senior remained with Gibbs and the DiNozzo family. The men were cleaning up as Abby, Ziva, and Tali began carrying presents out to the car. Tali ran back in to get the bags she could carry but Ziva paused before following her, waiting for Abby put the gifts in the back of their car before addressing her. “Thank you so much for the party Abby. I, um, I did not have one with Tali and now, being back here, with Tony, and being around family. Well it, it really means a lot.”

“Oh Ziva of course.” Abby pulled her into hug as Ziva tried, unsuccessfully, to hold in the tears, blaming it on the hormones. “I’m so glad you’re back and that you and Tony are together and having another baby. This is such an exciting time and I wasn’t gonna let it pass without throwing you a shower.” As they pulled away, Abby was wiping at her eyes as well, trying not to mess up her makeup. Tali came back out with a small present and placed it in the backseat and this time Ziva and Abby followed to get the rest of the presents.

Thirty minutes later the car was packed and Gibbs house was completely cleaned. Ziva had made her rounds, hugging Senior, Abby, and Gibbs, saying goodbye and thanking them all. “Okay Tali, say goodbye, it is time to go.”

“Ima, can I stay at Grampa Gibbs tonight? Pretty please?” Tali looked up at Ziva with big eyes that always made her think of Tony.

“Did you already ask Gibbs?” Ziva looked at her daughter curiously, knowing that the first time she asked to spend the night she had sprung it on her grandfather, although he was never going to turn her down.

“Actually I suggested it Ziver. Give you and DiNozzo a quiet night and I can bring her back tomorrow when I drop this stuff off.” Gibbs answered, motioning to the crib and rocker. Ziva looked at her husband and they held one of their famous, eye-only, conversations, silently agreeing with each other.

“Yes Tali, you may stay the night. Just, please make sure to go to bed on time. And Gibbs, please do not let her sleep in too late.” Gibbs just smiled and shook his head, remembering the last time Tali stayed over and he unknowingly let her stay up until 2:00 am with him as he worked in the basement. She was so tired the next morning that she didn’t wake up until her parents arrived for brunch at 11:00 am. “And Tali, make sure to brush your teeth too okay?” Tali just smiled and nodded. “Okay then. Well, Tony are you ready to go?”

“Sure am Zi.” Tony walked up to Senior, Abby, and Gibbs, hugging them each before stepping back next to Ziva. “Thank you all so much for helping me do this for Zi. I couldn’t have done it without you.” He was met with a series of “of course” and “you’re welcome.” The couple said goodbye to Tali and waved, walking back out to their car. Tony opened the passenger side door for Ziva before walking around to the other side and getting in. As soon as he got settled and backed out of the driveway, he reached over and laid his hand over hers and, as usual, she turned hers over to clasp their hands together.

“Today was amazing Tony. I really cannot believe you pulled that off. Every time you do something like this I fall in love a little bit more.” Ziva pulled their intertwined hands up to press a kiss to the back of his. “Thank you again ahava.”

“You are very welcome Zi. You are so very welcome.”

AN: I had a day off so I got 2 chapters done in one day! I’m pretty happy with myself. “Good Time to be Alive” is also a song title by Lady Antebellum.

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