#the nursery was all set and she just got her first pop

[emperorofthedark]

Next up: The Broke family!

FUC KME SIDEWAYS

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Claws, Diapers, and Daddy Duty

Logan’s gruff voice boomed from the nursery. “Darlin’, is it supposed to smell this bad?!”

I chuckled from the kitchen, setting down the baby bottle I’d been warming. “Welcome to parenthood, Wolverine!”

Let’s back up a bit. Being married to Logan wasn’t exactly what I’d call conventional. For one, his idea of “domestic bliss” involved flannel shirts, beer, and the occasional uninvited guest in the form of a random mutant needing help. But when we decided to adopt a baby—because Logan swore he wanted to give someone the stability he never had—life took a turn I never expected.

Daddy Logan: The Adjustment Period

From the moment we brought little Ellie home, I saw Logan try harder than he’d ever tried in his life. I mean, this is a man who’s fought Sentinels and survived wars, but one tiny infant had him more rattled than Magneto ever did.

The first night was… interesting. Logan insisted on taking the first shift, grumbling something about how he “never sleeps anyway.” I woke up to find him sitting in the rocking chair, holding Ellie, his claws accidentally out because he was too tense.

“Logan,” I whispered, trying not to laugh, “she’s not gonna hurt you.”

“She’s tiny,” he muttered, staring down at her with an expression I can only describe as pure terror. “What if I drop her? Or—or sneeze? Do babies survive sneezes?”

I kissed his forehead. “Relax, tough guy. She’s sturdier than you think. And you, believe it or not, are softer than you look.”

Diapers and Danger

Day three was when Logan truly met his match: diaper duty.

“Alright, bub,” he said, rolling up his sleeves like he was about to take down Sabretooth. “How hard can it be?”

Turns out, very.

I peeked into the nursery to find Logan standing there, holding Ellie at arm’s length, his nose wrinkled like he’d just walked through a sulfur pit.

“She pooped up her back,” he said, looking at me like I was supposed to explain how this was biologically possible.

“You’re the one with the healing factor, Logan. You’ll live,” I teased, tossing him the wipes.

It took him twenty minutes, two shredded diapers, and one very judgmental look from Ellie before he finally got the job done.

Superheroes Don’t Do Nap Time

Logan was not a fan of nap time—mostly because Ellie refused to go down without a fight. And by fight, I mean she screamed like a tiny banshee every time we put her in the crib.

One afternoon, I came home to find Logan sprawled on the couch, shirtless, with Ellie snoozing on his chest. His claws had popped out and were stuck in the arm of the couch, presumably because he’d been startled by her screaming earlier.

“You good there?” I asked, trying not to laugh.

“Don’t say a word,” he grumbled, though the corners of his mouth twitched. “She’s finally asleep.”

I couldn’t resist snapping a photo. “Superdad, saving the day one nap at a time.”

The Soft Side of Logan

For all his grumbling and growling, Logan had a way of melting whenever Ellie giggled. One evening, I found him sitting on the floor of the living room, holding one of Ellie’s stuffed bears and making it “fight” her other toys.

“Take that, bub!” he growled in his Wolverine voice, making Ellie squeal with laughter.

“You’re ridiculous,” I said, leaning in the doorway.

He looked up at me, a sheepish grin on his face. “Yeah, well… she likes it.”

A New Kind of Hero

One night, after Ellie had finally gone to sleep, I found Logan standing over her crib, his arms crossed.

“You okay?” I asked, stepping beside him.

He nodded but didn’t take his eyes off her. “Just… didn’t think I’d ever get this.”

I slipped my arm around his waist. “Get what?”

“This,” he said, his voice soft. “A family. Someone to protect who’s not a mission or a fight. Just… her.”

Tears stung my eyes as I rested my head against his shoulder. “You’re doing great, Logan. She’s lucky to have you.”

He snorted. “Lucky? Kid’s stuck with a grumpy old man with anger issues.”

“She’s stuck with someone who’d claw through hell for her,” I corrected, squeezing his hand.

He looked down at me, his smirk softening into something tender. “Yeah… guess she is.”

And that’s how I knew Logan wasn’t just a dad—he was her dad. The kind of dad who’d grumble about diapers but stay up all night to rock her back to sleep. The kind of dad who’d teach her to fight but cry when she scraped her knee. The kind of dad who’d make you laugh, cry, and want to throttle him all at the same time.

Logan wasn’t perfect. But to Ellie—and to me—he was everything.

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girl dad!art hasn’t had to stay home only with your daughters since she’s been born so when he sees you getting ready for a night out he’s confused.

“where on you going?” art stands behind at your vanity. “tashi invited me out and i haven’t been out since the bean was born so.” you shrugged retouching your lipstick. art follows behind you while you pack your purse. “is your mom coming over to watch bean?” you tell him he is and watch him freeze up.

art loves his daughter but watching her alone without you. what if something goes wrong. “baby, you’ll be fine. it’s almost ten and she’s been fed all you need to do is change her then put her to sleep.” you reassure him. “oh and remember to warm up the bottle under hot water. she likes to hold it herself while someone rocks her to sleep.” you kiss your daughter and art goodbye heading out to tashi’s car.

“alright looks like it’s just you and me bean.” art picked her up the two of them smiling at each other his full mouth of teeth and her five tiny ones. three at the bottom two at the top. “so what do you wanna do first.” art pokes at her cheeks. she opens her mouth as if to answer but instead throws up all over arts white t-shirt. “fuc-fudge.” art stops himself from cursing looking at his daughter in disbelief. she just giggles.

back at the club you are a worrying mess. “ok you’ve been setting here for thirty minutes staring at your phone.” tashi plobs down next to you. “this is supposed be girls night out no kids no husbands just girlfriends.” you sigh. “i know i know, but i’ve never left art alone with bean before, and it’s just been me and her her and me for so long. i think i’m having separation anxiety.” you rant. “i don’t even know why i came out it’s not like i can drink yet.” tashi shushes you. “no none of that no mopey mom feelings ok. trust i know how you feel but think about how much when we need this. we have been sitting at home with nothing but shitty diapers and achy boobs. who cares if we can’t drink yet let’s just dance and let loose. art and patrick have everything under control ok.” you nod your head standing up to go hit the dance floor with tashi. this night out is more than deserved. “wait you left lily home alone with patrick?” “course not my moms there. now let’s go.”

“ok bean, daddy’s got a new shirt you’ve got a new diaper now drink this bottle and go to sleep.” art’s seated in the rocking chair handing her the bottle. she immediately chucks it across the room laughing. art goes and picks it up trying again. only for her to throw it again laughing even harder now. art stares at her in shock. “so you think this is a game?”

after 20 minutes of trying to get her to sleep he finally succeeds laying her down in her crib whispering a good night.

art sets down on the couch with a beer flipping through the channels. “god, how does mama do this every night.” he turns on adult swim cause why not and then he hears it. the sound of banging and giggling coming from the baby monitor. picking it up he’s thinking there’s no way that could be bean cause bean is sleeping. but there she was on the monitor screen bouncing in her crib hitting her toy against the rails.

art opens the door to her nursery and is greeted by a very smiley and very awake baby. “you’re not gonna go to sleep are you.” she just laughs making grabbing hands at him.

the next hour art spends playing peak-a-boo, pretended to steal her nose and she still wasn’t a little bit tired. “come on baby cut me some slack here. what does mommy usually do to get you to sleep?” she perks up at the mention of her mother. “ma ma ma ma ma ma.” shes babbles. “yea mama what does mama do? does she read to you or sing you lullaby’s?” your daughter does her little baby dance when art mentions lullaby’s. and art can do that he can sing lullaby’s it’s just he doesn’t know any. so he improvises.

“okay lullaby time. time to sing a lullaby.” art thinks hards but none are popping into his mind. “looks like we’re gonna freestyle this bean.” art clears his throat. “bean bean one year old bean i really need you to go to sleep. sleep sleep is pretty neat especially if you’re a one year old bean.” art looks down at his daughter resting on his shoulder playing with his necklace. assuming the song is working he repeats it three more times before they’re both passed out on the couch.

“thanks for tonight tash i’ll call you in the morning.” you watch her car drive off making your way to your house.

pushing open the front door walking into the living room to be met with a mess of toys and your husband and daughter asleep on the couch. you snap a picture before running your hand through arts hair waking him up. “hey you’re back.” art whispers moving to sit up slowly as not to wake your daughter. “did you have fun?” you nod your head. “looks like you and bean had your own fun.” art stands. “love, she just would not sleep i had to made up a lullaby.” you laugh the both of you walking to her nursery to put her down. you guys watch her sleep for a while before leaving.

“thanks for doing this.” you reach up places a kiss on arts lips. he shrugs. “it’s nothing. watching after her is my responsibility to. i’ll start doing it more so you can go hang out you know start having a life again.” even though it’s truly the bare minimum you still feel happy that he would suggest such a thing. you give him one last kiss before walking off to get ready for the night.

“you look hot by the way.”

(i nicknamed the baby bean for this cause i didn’t wanna keep calling her daughter .)

[cowboydisaster]

I have a prompt idea if you're still looking for some! How about the reader finding and taking an itty bitty kitten that was orphaned and Arthur's real grumpy about it at first but then she finds him asleep on the couch with the kitten curled up on his chest and he's got a hand over it protectively or something. I know that's not really Christmas-y, but I thought it would be cute! Looking forward to all your writings as always 🥰

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pairing: arthur morgan x f! reader

word count: 1k

a/n: Sorry this was late, it's been a madhouse around here. Anyways, i love this prompt and it makes me want a house cat SO bad. i also love grumpy arthur and if you couldn't tell already, domesticity is my roman empire rn.

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“No.” Arthur growls, voice stern, resolve set. Your eyes are as big as dinner plates as you continue pleading and begging. Your lip juts out, even, testing his patience, shaking his resolve.  Arthur is notoriously bad at telling you no. When you’d asked for a second baby, he’d willingly agreed. When you’d asked for the house, and the farm, he’d made it happen for you. But this?

“Please, Arthur… Where else is he supposed to go?” You whisper so as not to wake the baby, sleeping soundly in her bassinet. 

“I don’t give a damn. Not here.” Arthur grumbles, placing his tools from work on the table. You follow him around the kitchen like a shadow as he opens and closes cupboards and drawers, putting away all his items from the day. 

Arthur is pointedly trying not to look at the little black ball of fur nestled in your arms. He’s afraid that if he catches a glimpse of those big, sad eyes, he’ll agree with you, and he’ll have an extra mouth to feed.

“Where’d you find it, anyways?” Arthur says, turning, sighing as you push the teeny kitten up towards his face, holding it under its little armpits. 

“I found him stranded on the road back from the market. Look at him, Arthur. He’s not well. We’ll have to feed him.” You plead. Arthur’s fingers pinch the bridge of his nose as he stops and turns around. You nearly run into his back, stopping just in time. 

Arthur gets a good glimpse at the little feller then. He’s just a little cat, probably only a few months old. He’s far too skinny, and his jet black coat is ruffled and dirty from the elements. You hold the cat out to show Arthur, and then he sees the little, white, crescent-shaped mark that adorns his forehead, right between his blue eyes. Arthur releases the bridge of his nose, sighing grumpily. When his eyes crack open, and he sees your pleading face, perfectly matching the cat’s expression, he gives up. 

“Goddammit, fine. Jus’ throw him in the spare room, n’ I’ll find him some fish or somethin’.” Arthur says, rather dramatically, in your opinion. You hold the kitten close to your chest, your spare arm wrapping around the man’s neck. 

“Oh, thank you, Arthur!!” You smile, kissing him quickly before popping down from your tiptoes. 

“Yeah, well don’t get all cheery just yet. We’re tossin’ him back out in the snow as soon as he’s good and healthy.”

— — — 

The rocking chair swings back and forth quietly. Your hand gently taps your daughter’s back, and you hum quietly. She’d woken you and Arthur up in a fit, hungry, raising her little fists into the air and giving you both hell. But now, her little belly is full, and a peaceful silence has fallen over the house once more. The moonlight streaking through the windows tells you that it’s early morning, and you sigh at another night’s lack of sleep. 

“Easy, baby.” You whisper, quietly and slowly standing from the rocking chair, swaying her in your arms until you reach her bassinet. 

“Good night, my sweet girl.” You whisper sweetly, pressing a kiss to her little forehead, brushing some peach fuzz out of her face. 

You push the nursery door open quietly, eager to find your place next to Arthur in bed again.  But a few steps down the hall,  you stop in your tracks, a familiar voice coming from the living room. 

“Yeah, well you’re a right bastard, y’know that?” Arthur whispers, and you suppress a laugh, peeking around the corner. 

Arthur is sitting on the couch, feet propped up on the coffee table. Laying on his chest, nuzzled against his thick arm, is the little kitten. He purrs loudly, eyes closed, awfully content in your husband’s arms. Your heart melts in its cavern at the sight, and you watch the scene play out with bright eyes. 

“The lady is puttin’ the lil’ one back to bed, I figure I might as well do somethin’. So, make no mistakes, partner. We ain’t friends.” He whispers to the kitten, but contrary to his harsh words, Arthur’s finger scratches gently behind the kitten’s ear, pulling deep rumbles and purrs from the little animal. A few moments go by with Arthur’s hand resting protectively on the little cat. 

“Y’know, you are kinda cute… But don’t tell the missus I said that. I don’t want her thinkin’ I’ve gone soft.”  

You suppress a chuckle. 

“I reckon we should call you Moon… cause you got a little one right between them big eyes.” Arthur hums, eyelids growing heavy the longer he rests on the couch. You clear your throat gently, making him aware of your presence before stepping into the living room. 

“Didn’t see you there.” Arthur says, sitting straight on the couch, cheeks tinted pink. 

“She’s asleep.” You smile, “I see you’re making friends.”

Arthur exhales sharply, a huff of a laugh, “Me and the cat? Nah, he uh– he wouldn’t stop hollerin’ so I tried holdin’ him.” Arthur excuses, hand still wrapped protectively around the sleeping animal. 

“Right.” You raise an eyebrow, “You comin’ back to bed, then?” 

Arthur hesitates, looking up at you, then down to Moon. 

“I’ll be in shortly, sweetheart. Just gonna stay out here a little longer with him so he doesn’t go wakin’ you or the kids up.”

You smirk, “Alright then, Arthur.” 

 A kiss is planted to his lips before you head to the bedroom, and he sinks back down on the couch with Moon tucked into his arm. 

Five minutes turn to ten, and ten to thirty. And when you wake up to start breakfast, your husband is still cuddled up on the couch. Snores fall from his lips, matching the time of little content purrs coming from Moon, sleeping in a little ball right on Arthur’s chest.  So much for not giving a damn. You chuckle to yourself.

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Carmy as your Baby Daddy | Social Media AU & Headcanon Series | part seven

a/n: may write a 'carmy & you as parents' headcanon. may also add another cute graphic/social post, however, for now... this is it, folks! enjoy our darling dearest baby daddy au which is pretty much just leaked dms between me and @carmensberzattos.

part six | masterlist

your life with carmy and baby bear:

first, baby bear has so many different cutie little nicknames: jo, joey, joey-bear, phinnie, and richie's personal favorite: toni-bear.

since you have the privilege of going on maternity leave, you do a lot of the day to day heavy lifting while carmy is at the restaurant. while he's pulled back a little at the restaurant, you know that carmy needs a little chaos in his life to feel at ease.

you parents decide to come to chicago to help with the baby for a few weeks. while baby bear's nursery is all set up, you don't exactly have a guest room. you're in tears over changing the nursery into a guest room last minute, so carmy enlists both richie, fak, and pete to do the job so that you don't have to. sugar and syd decide to take you out for a girls' day at the spa, and when you come home, you can't believe those four idiots managed to pull it off. (do i need to write this oneshot because i think i need to write this oneshot)

the proverbial 'they' say it takes a village, and it sure as hell does. you feel so incredibly lucky to have a village that shows up: marcus organizes a meal train and is one of the first to come over and spend time with his goddaughter; sydney is more than happy to pop back into shifts at the bear every now and then, just to give carmy so reprieve; and tina is ALWAYS down to babysit if she's got the time.

ava, richie's daughter is obsessed with baby bear, and is so excited that she finally has some cousins to play with. "boys are gross" -- ava, about baby michael and why she likes baby bear more lmao.

some nights, when baby bear wakes up in the middle of the night, it's not technically his 'turn' but carmy insists on getting up to put baby bear back to sleep. one restless night of sleep, you wake up to the sound of him watching anthony bourdain's no reservations. when you bring it up later that morning, carmy confesses to you that it's the only thing that will get her back down because he used to turn it on when you fell asleep, instead of the classical music you insisted was better for the baby while you were pregnant with her. while you pretend to be upset, you usually thank carmy for getting up when it's 'not his turn' with morning head that you're more than happy to give him before he goes off to work.

you always have a go-to table when you and baby bear go visit daddy at the bear, and no matter what, he always makes it a point to come out and say hello to the both of you.

while the first few months you and carmy both survive on nothing but takeout, meal trains, and stuff carmy's brought home for the restaurant, he diligently meal preps week after week for baby bear by making her homemade baby food packs. "you sure you don't mind? we can always pick something up from the store, babe?" you ask him. "no, it's just like a puree. i got this."

on the days that you're purely exhausted and at your wit's end, you and sugar commiserate via text and sometimes facetime, because you're not sure how she's doing life with a new baby AND another baby on the way.

the night before you go back to work, you spend most of the evening sobbing because you're simultaneously ready and exhausted, while you can't imagine being away from baby bear either. but you go back on a hybrid schedule, two days in office, three at home, so it helps, even though it's still a huge adjustment.

on the days that you are in office, carmy takes those days off, wanting to pull his weight as you guys go through this transition.

carmy is an amazing dad, something he wasn't sure he could be, considering he barely grew up with one. he's surprisingly patient and he's totally in love with baby bear. like the day she was born it broke his heart into pieces because it broke open an entirely different kind of love that he wasn't sure he was capable of.

even though it's hard work, you and carmy both agree that this is the best decision you've ever made together and carmy can't get over the idea of trying for another soon. "let me take a nap first, and then we can talk. unlike you, the rest of us can't survive on 30 mins of sleep, babe," you tease him.

okay hear me out: when baby bear is a toddler, the two of you love spending saturday mornings either going to the farmer's market, or picking up mochi donuts (think: the cute kinds with little animal faces) to bring back to the restaurant and share with daddy, even though he's slammed with brunch service. baby bear comes running into the restaurant on the sweetest, chubby little legs and richie, fully in his suit picks up her and spins her around while greeting her with her signature nickname: toni bear!

eventually, you and carmy move out of the apartment and start renting a house that you plan on renting for the long term. you're not entirely sure either of you want to be home owners yet, but you're anxious to get baby bear into the garden with you as soon as possible. baby bear spends the early spring planting fruits and veggies with mom, and the late spring/summer when they're ready to harvest in the kitchen with dad. neither of you have strong feelings about baby bear becoming a chef, but you do want her to understand the ritual and special place that food plays in your lives.

hosting big outdoor dinner parties for the whole framily. when she gets a little older, baby bear and baby michael run around while ava goes through her 'too cool for school' phase. any and everyone is invited, and for once, for both carmy and nat, it feels like being a berzatto isn't such a curse.

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Nejiten Family Head cannons

Read the material: Nejiten headcannons | Tenten head cannons | Neji head cannons

Here we go:

As parents:

1. Neji and Tenten were the first to get married. I’m going based off of the “promise” Neji made Tenten during the war. He probably promised to always be by her side, and probably insisted they get married. Hiashi was aware of Neji’s intentions, and since he was already familiar with Tenten, he gave Neji his blessing even if the elders did not.

2. Tenten was apprehensive about having children. Childbirth scared her, and she didn’t want her children to be branded with the curse seal. Luckily, by the time Naruto and Hinata were married and established, the act of using the curse seal was disbanded, and she did not have to worry about her children.

3. Neji and Tenten were the first of their group to have children; twins boys. In some divine act to mirror the situation of Hiashi and Hizashi, Tenten popped out twin boys; The eldest twin was named Nozomi and the younger twin was named after Neji’s father, Hizashi. Because Tenten does have some interest in spirituality, she wanted to honor the possibility that Hizashi’s soul could be within her child and give him a “chance at a new life of freedom”. Neji was a bit shocked at her decision, however touched that she would think of him in such a way.

4. Three years after the twins were born, Tenten gave birth to a girl, the same year as Metal Lee and the gang. With the twins already toddlers, Neji wanted as many kids as possible with Tenten. Tenten, convinced him to stop after their daughter; fully closing the factory and insisting that three was more than enough. Neji named her Meiten, after Tenten. He wanted her to share some commonality with Tenten and thought that Meiten had a nice ring to it when he called both of their names out loud.

5. All three children have the Byakugan. In my Hyuga head cannons, the Byakugan is a dominate gene with the BB coding. With Neji and Tenten’s genetics, all three children have the Bb genetic coding due to Tenten obviously not being a Hyuga with the Byakugan.

6. Neji is a girl dad. He loves his sons, and yet there’s something about his little girl that he’s just attached to. He tends to struggle with keeping himself in check in terms of smothering her with affection. The same struggle that he has to keep in self in check around Tenten to some degree. He could come off cold to his children at times, especially Meiten, but he is trying to not spoil his children, his daughter primarily.

7. Tenten insisted on training all children weaponry. Even if only one child inherited her perfect aim (Nozomi did in fact show talent for it), she wanted her children to be well rounded and not just focus on the Gentle Fist style of fighting. In fact, she focused on one weapon specialty per child; Nozomi with twin swords, Hizashi with a staff, and Meiten with Nunchucks.

8. Neji refused to go on missions while Tenten was pregnant and the kids were at least one years old. It was explained that one of Neji’s love languages are Acts of Service. He felt the need to stay by Tenten’s side and assist her in anyway possible; he would handle the kids while she got rest, take them to appointments, set up the nursery with the help of Lee and Hinata. Gai would give him props for completely devoting himself to Tenten in this way; very much so that Neji would get embarrassed by the constant praise.

9. Tenten was the proctor for her twin boy’s second round of the chunnin exams. It was quite the spectacle for her to watch her sons show off their genius to the crowd.

10. Neji and Tenten show subtle affection while around the kids. Because Neji is awkward himself when it comes to it, the most they do is hold each other and Neji will lightly kiss Tenten if they are around the children. Tenten will still hang on her husband, however will keep her hands respectably where they can be seen *wink wink*.

11. Neji and Tenten are very open and honest with their children. They encourage curiosity and critical thinking. They want their kids to be comfortable enough to approach them, while coming to conclusions based in their own problem solving skills. Neji encourages them to hang around Shikadai, who inherited Shikamaru’s high IQ.

12. Neji and Tenten instilled the “stronger than yesterday” mindset onto their kids. In an attempt at encouragement as well as motivation, Team Gai’s ideals were passed on between Nozomi, Hizashi, Meiten, and Metal Lee.

13. Lee has attempted to keep the green spandex tradition going. You can check out the mini comic page here to see how that turned out. Neji and Tenten kept the green spandex suits hidden from the kids; that hideous thing needed to be burned tbh…

14. Neji tries to be there for Boruto when Naruto is busy. He does try to make Boruto understand that his father is in a very important position and tried to support him as much as he can. Hinata appreciates Neji’s efforts, though Boruto is stubborn, just like his father. Neji doesn’t take any offense when Boruto calls him out for acting as if he was his dad, though the kid also acknowledged that Neji was in fact more present than his own dad and immediately felt like crap for snapping on his Uncle.

For the kids;

1. The twins caused some controversy within the clan. They were the first branch members to not be branded by the main branch. There were times that Neji had to put some of his relatives in their place while protecting his boys. The curse mark can only be removed through death as stated in cannon, it’s safe to say Hiashi had to control his nephew’s threats to his relatives if they even looked at his kids the wrong way.

2. The twins showed more aspects of Tenten’s outward appearance and personality than Neji’s. Nozomi and Hizashi are bubbly, outspoken, and clever in a mischievous way. However, they do share Neji’s ability to remain calm in certain situations and have inherited his determination. They also inherited Neji’s intimidation vibes and high patience levels.

3. Nozomi and Hizashi find their Uncle Lee to be quite the drama king. Much like their parents, Uncle Lee can be a lot sometimes, and the twins try to keep a straight face around him. It’s not that they don’t find him amusing or wise, it’s just that he tends to let the tears of youth flow a little bit too freely.

4. The twins are protective of their little sister. Metal Lee gets a pass for being friendly with Meiten because that is their Uncle Lee’s son. Meiten and Metal practically grew up together. Everyone else though, the twins can be quite intimidating depending on what’s going on.

5. Meiten inherited Neji’s calm persona and yet she can be quite the hot-head if pushed. When around Metal and Uncle Lee and Uncle Gai, Meiten will be the opposite of their energy in order to maintain some sanity. She has also picked up on Neji’s mannerisms such as pursing her lips together when annoyed, rolling her eyes, and over all having some kind of opinion that tends to be the opposing opinion.

6.Meiten finds her cousin Boruto to be a bit of a brat, but she does understand why. She knows that Uncle Naruto is always busy with being Hokage, and Boruto had even called Meiten “lucky” that her father was always around for her.

7. Nozomi and Hizashi are on separate teams. Nozomi’s sensei is Rock Lee, who gladly took the responsibility of training one or both of the Hyuga twins. Hizashi’s sensei is Kiba Inuzuka. Kiba was surprised to have Hizashi grouped with him, however Neji supported the decision on separating the twins. Tenten also wanted the twins to make their own friends, and be independent of each other.

8. Nozomi and Hizashi faced off during the chunnin exams while Tenten was their proctor. Oh boy, oh boy! Tenten could barely contain herself as she watched her boys fight to become chunnin. It ended in a draw with both boys fighting until they were completely drained of chakra. Neji and Tenten were pleased with the draw, both becoming chunnin anyway due to their skills.

9. Meiten didn’t get past the preliminary round of the chunnin exam fights. She was clocked by a foreign gennin. She was very upset with herself and refused to look her parents in the face after wards. Tenten had to tell her own experience of the first time taking the her and Neji took the chunnin exams; Tenten was also clapped by a foreign ninja, and Neji was beat by Meiten’s Uncle Naruto.

10. All three children are considered heirs to the Hua family business even with the last name Hyuga. Lady Chao-Xing Hua was very pleased that Tenten married into the Hyuga family, she hopes that one day, one of them will take over the family business. Tenten refused to take over, however her brother Shinten decided to and made Konoha a second head quarters for the business. Tenten does help from time to time, however she does not fully get involved.

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[squadmuse]

ONE DAY IN OCTOBER - Part II

A MATT CASEY X HALSTEAD!OFC FIC (Charlotte Halstead Casey)

A/N: Part two is here, and it’s slowly but steadily getting more and more exciting! 🔥 Please read & review what you think. This is set in s7 btw. PART I

Charlotte nodded absentmindedly as she walked over to her locker and opened it up. “Yeah that’s a good idea, but I might go home and sleep.”

“It’s been a while since the two of you have had one on one time together,” stated Will as he slouched against the cool metal furniture, his brown eyes watching as his sister shoved her pale pink stethoscope away and fumbled around in her handbag. “You could always nap there, it’s past morning now so he’ll be home like always.”

Turning to face Will, Charlotte hummed indecisively. Her brother did make a good point. She could easily nap at their dad’s new apartment and catch up with him still. “You make a good point.”

“Well, I’ve been known to have good ideas, Tater,” laughed Will as he moved to help his sister into her jacket.

Charlotte narrowed her eyes at his reply and giggled loudly at it. “Was Veronica Maguire in high school one of those good ideas, Billy?” she returned, smiling cheekily.

“Ok, that was one of my bad ideas,” stated Will as he remembered back to his high school prom. Veronica’s father had chased him for what felt like half of Canaryville, all because she and Will had made out that night. “But usually I’m a fountain of good ideas!”

Charlotte couldn’t help the snort that slipped out, and it caused both Halstead siblings to laugh hard. “Well, aside from Veronica and some other questionable ideas I’ve seen from you, I’ll agree that seeing Pop is a better one. I can make sure he’s doing well, and his meds are working for him still.”

“He’s a stubborn old guy, but he’s not stupid,” said Will as he locked up Charlotte’s locker for her and began to walk with her out of the room.

“If you say so,” replied Charlotte as she pulled her handbag higher up on her shoulder. “Like Mom used to say, we’ve all got that well-meaning Halstead spunk that makes us do stupid things.”

The two siblings laughed again at their Mom’s old joke. Charlotte knew she was lucky to have such a close bond with not only Will, but Jay also, and especially after they had lost their mother.

“Mom would kick his ass if he didn’t take his meds, probably will do so from heaven.”

“Damn right.”

It didn’t take long for Charlotte to leave Med, saying goodbye to Will in her dark blue SUV. He had made sure to walk there, even though he did not need to.

The two had decided that if Charlotte was going to go visit their dad, that she should pick up his prescriptions and some healthy food. Pat Halstead was a great connoisseur of all things fatty and greasy, which, after a quadruple bypass, wasn’t the best choice at all. Luckily, there were both stores on the way to the new apartment.

She had left Will at Med just after half nine, and after sending a quick text to Matt saying she had just left and for him to stay safe, Charlotte had happily arrived home and promptly fell asleep.

This pregnancy was definitely taking more and more out of her, especially if she didn’t keep moving or occupied. But Charlotte knew she wouldn’t have it any other way, both her and Matt wanted nothing more than their own baby, and this little one inside her was so wanted and cherished already.

Charlotte had never seen her dad cry other than when her mom had died and when she had married Matt, but Pat had teared up when she had told him he was going to be grandpa. He had already been helping Matt put together ideas for the nursery, the two bonding over their love of carpentry, woodworking and construction.

Standing in the doorway of the pastel green nursery after waking from her nap, Charlotte smiled at the painted white rocking chair next to the window. Even with a serious heart condition and waiting for his surgery, her dad had determinedly made the chair for his future grandchild’s first room. It was beautiful and she had definitely cried a ton.

Sighing, Charlotte decided to go take a quick shower and then head out to see her dad. Like Will had said, their dad had a routine and would be home now, most likely watching a baseball game on the television.

The sun was still shining as Charlotte drove through the streets of Chicago, and it just seemed like a good day to her.

It had been a quick effort to pick up some healthy foods for her dad, including some homemade low-cholesterol ready meals that she had found in the food store. The pharmacy had taken a little while longer, but Charlotte didn’t mind, and she had made sure to pick up a new oxygen tank with a mask for her dad. Luckily, he wouldn’t need to use it. But it was always good to have if the need appeared out of nowhere.

Even the loving text and sweet voicemail that Matt had left while she was asleep had made her mood even more irreversibly chipper, but her husband always had that effect on her. It just felt like one of those days where nothing could or would go wrong and Charlotte was happily relishing in it as she sang along to Taylor Swift in the car.

When she did finally arrive at the new high rise apartment building, Charlotte made sure to find a parking spot around the back. It was usually used only by the building’s occupants, but her dad had given her his permission badge to display it in her own car. He didn’t want her walking too far nowadays at six months pregnant.

Charlotte had just opened the trunk of her car and was bringing out the groceries and pharmacy bags, when she felt someone appear at her side and her green eyes quickly darted to her right-hand side and to the figure who stood there. Gasping, Charlotte placed a hand on her chest.

“Mrs Aquino, goodness you scared me there!” exclaimed Charlotte softly as she quickly smiled at the older woman. Her husband, Mr. Aquino, or Bert as he liked to be called, had been a friend of her dad’s since he had moved in, and Charlotte always made sure to be polite to the couple. It wasn’t hard, they were lovely.

Mrs. Aquino waved her hand dismissively. “My apologies dear, I just saw you on your own and had to come help!” she replied sweetly, moving to take two of the bags from her, leaving Charlotte with two also. “I still haven’t met that lovely husband of yours yet, we keep seeming to miss each other.”

“Yeah, Matt doesn’t have normal shifts at the firehouse,” replied Charlotte as she and Mrs. Aquino moved to walk into the building lobby. “That and his construction company keeps him busy, but I know he’d love to meet you too.”

Mrs. Aquino nodded as she pressed the elevator button. “He sounds like a good man, and that is all you can ask for nowadays,” stated the elder woman, glancing up at Charlotte with a wise look in her eyes. “I’m sure he’ll be a great father to your little one.”

“That I know,” replied Charlotte, unable to keep the broad smile off her face at the mention of her husband as a father. She and everyone around knew Matt Casey was perfect fatherhood material and would excel at it. “This little one is very lucky to have him.”

Luckily, there were not many people getting on the elevator today, and Charlotte didn’t have much time to talk to Mrs. Aquino as they approached the twentieth floor, where she lived. Promising to keep in touch, they had said goodbye, and Charlotte had kept herself in the elevator until it reached the twenty-third floor, where her father’s new apartment was.

Coughing slightly, she stepped out onto the soft carpet and made her way down the corridor to apartment 23C, the home of one Patrick Joseph Halstead. The door was unlocked when Charlotte went to open it as she knocked, which was unsurprising.

“Pop?” called Charlotte out into the apartment as she closed the door behind her. “It’s me, Charlotte.”

Pat Halstead’s head popped out of the kitchen doorway, and he smiled ever so slightly before making his way over to his daughter as he gave her a one-armed hug. She was the only one he ever really smiled at or showed affection to nowadays, since his wife and her mom had died.

“What are you doing here, Charlie Bear?” asked a surprised Pat Halstead, using his own nickname for his only daughter.

Charlotte rolled her eyes at her dad’s comment. “What do you think?” she replied, chuckling slightly, motioning to the bags on the ground. “Here to spend some time with my old man!”

Pat grumbled. “I don’t need you taking care of me girl, you have enough to do,” he told Charlotte, but he quickly took the bags from her. “I bet that idiot bellhop downstairs didn’t help you with the bags?”

“Pop, he’s a receptionist, not a bellhop,” sighed Charlotte as she followed her father into his kitchen. He had the window open, and there was a great view of Chicago from where Charlotte found herself among the white tiles and gray walls.

Pat waved his hand in the air. “Bullshit, you’re pregnant, and he didn’t help. What kind of man doesn’t help a pregnant woman?”

“I parked around behind, so I didn’t see him and Mrs. Aquino took some until we got to the elevator,” replied Charlotte as she pulled out one of the kitchen table’s chairs and sat down. “Oh, apparently Bert wants to know if you’re going to poker night next week by the way.”

Pat nodded as he sorted through the bags, huffing whenever Charlotte tried to get up and help. “I’ll call him later, Ronnie won big time last time,” he said, looking back at her.

“That’s good, how is Ronnie?” asked Charlotte. She had met Ronnie a few times now, and he was a nice guy. Her dad seemed to look out for him as he was in a wheelchair after a wartime injury.

“Doing well, got into a new VA group yesterday morning.”

“That’s great news,” said Charlotte happily, her eyes alight with genuine joy for the veteran. “We could go see him with some lunch. I brought bagels and soup with more than enough for us both.”

Pat agreed before going silent as he opened up the pharmacy bag.

“You can go on ahead, I’m just going to find somewhere to shove this blasted thing,” he grumbled, pointing at the new oxygen tank.

“Hey, don’t attack it, you never know when you might need it,” replied Charlotte seriously.

“I’m fine. It’s just heart surgery that I’ve had, and you four kids keep treating me like I’m some sort of cripple!” retorted Pat as he walked out of the room, leaving Charlotte alone with her thoughts.

After a while, Charlotte decided to go up to see Ronnie herself as she knew her dad would eventually make his way up to the twenty-fifth floor apartment.

Leaving Pat to watch yet another baseball game, she smiled and made her way to the elevator for the second time that day, and pressed a painted nail against the little button to open it up.

However, it was as she stood there waiting, that Charlotte noticed that the elevator didn’t seem to be working all of a sudden and she harrumphed loudly. Now she was going to have to walk up two floors of stairs while six months pregnant and then two back down to her dad’s apartment.

She just hoped that it would be working again later, the thought of walking twenty-three floors of stairs down to the bottom made Charlotte want to burst into tears.

Undeterred, the youngest Halstead continued on her way and pushed open the door to the south stairway. It was only then that she smelled a scent that was oddly familiar, as if someone had burned a roast or something similar. Shaking her head, Charlotte started to climb the way up to the top floor.

It was probably nothing.

[knight-of-flowerss]

The hobbit

Thorin x hobbit reader

Reader is bilbos older badass sister who kills anything and anybody with her cast iron pan.

So we know dwarfs don’t get pregnant much, an basically rare to have girls, so how would the others react to reader (everyone lives au) telling thorin she’s pregnant after the battle, now hobbits are small so one imagining they have have up to 4 kids at once and be ok, probably even expected.

So when the dwarfs and surprise her (and bilbo the soon to be uncle along with lady Dis) with her finished nursery, and after the excitement, reader asks were the rest of the cribs are!!!

…

The dwarfs ask what she means and she an bilbo say that hobbits give birth to more then one child, so I wanna see there reactions (including Dis) when reader says she’s pregnant with 4 children I wanna know the reactions of the grate thorin and the fearsome Dwalin!

Bounes if you add when the babies are born (3 girls and 1 boy ) and the reaction of the company

thorin screaming “I can’t hold them all I need more arms or bigger ones!! 😭😭😭”

OMG YES I LOVE THIS SMMMMM ITS SO CUTE AHAHAHHA!!!! I opened this at like 10 o’clock at night so I was tired so I’ve don’t it today after school so I had more time and it didn’t sound loopy 💀

This hasn’t been spell checke btw!

Masterlist

Happy Ending

Anyone’s name: this colour and in bold

Thorin Oakenshield x Hobbit!Reader

You’re little brother Bilbo has always really only kept to himself, occasionally having relatives (but never distant because he doesn’t trust them around his cutlery) around Bag End.

You were his daring older sister, never afraid of anything, selfless, badass. You were staying at your brothers while your burrow got a new door. You offered to help but the other hobbits refused as they were paying you a favour.

You and your brother sat in shock as twelve dwarfs and a wizard wrecked Bilbo’s house. But after the table was set you soon forgot all about it, your brother on the other hand..

When a dwarf named Thorin showed up you couldn’t help but stare at him. He was your height, had long, dark locks and eyes so beautiful that you could get lost in them with just one glance. And when they proposed Bilbo come on this journey with them you immediately invited yourself along.

The journey was harrowing, fighting off ogres, goblins, orcs. Then there was the ‘final battle’ against Azog and his army. It was tough but it was no match for the dwarves and their resilience.

They fought with all there might, defeating the army and Azog and returning home safely.

For almost half a year now, you and Thorin had been married. Half a year of pure joy. And surprises.

You felt sick as a dog for almost 3 weeks now, your body weak. Dís, Thorin’s sister, suspected something was wrong and encouraged you to go and see a doctor of some kind. It had been confirmed though that it wasn’t any fatal illness, nothing of the sort.

You and Thorin where actually expecting.

The two of you were estatic, jumping for joy, but a little bit inside of you was sacred, terrified even. You knew what this meant. You knew you had to push out multiple of the little creatures miracles. But you would go through all that pain for Thorin.

As the months passed your belly grew and grew, never stopping, even for just a moment. The dwarves and your brother offered to help build a nursery for the little lad inside you (they assumed it was a boy because of the very low chances of a little baby girl popping out), at first you tried to help them but they just brushed you off and told you to relax, so, you hesitantly accepted the offer.

While they moved everything into the nursery and decorated it, you took a nap (which ended up being like 3 hours but we don’t talk abt that-). When you woke up you saw Bilbo and the side of you, reaching to wake you up.

You jumped as you hadn’t expected him to be there.

“Bilbo! What are you doing here?!” You whispered-shouted through gritted teeth. “Uh- the nursery- um, it’s ready.” Bilbo stutters, clearly shocked that you wanted to shout at him.

Bilbo helped you up as you where weaker and your belly put more and more pressure on your back.

You stood at the doorway as Dís and Bilbo pushed the doors open with big smiles. In the room stood Oin, Glóin, Dori, Ori, Nori, Bifur, Bofur, Bombur, Dwalin, Balin, Fíli, Kíli and stood in the middle with a soft smile one his face was your dear husband, Thorin.

You slowly stepped into the room looking around. Little toys on shelves, a play area with a fur rug, a changing station, one crib and more.

When you had finally reached your lover, you turned to him with a raised eyebrow and a cocked head.

“One crib? Really?”

Thorin looked a tad confused, “what do you mean my love? What is the babe supposed to rest in?”

“I think you mean babes.” You replied with a smirk. A bunch of ‘eh?’s where muttered around the room while Bilbo suppressed a chuckle.

Thorin sat with a half confused, half shocked face. “Whatever do you mean my love?..”, “you do know Hobbits have multiple children, do you not?”

Thorin’s eyes widened as your words registered in his head. “What-..”

The pregnancy was terrible, horrendous even, but your spirits where high when Thorin was by your side. You had given him four children, 3 girls and a boy.

(I got the last two names from a D&D website for dwarf names cus I couldn’t think of owt 💀)

Your little boy was named Thráin (III) after his father. Your first girl was called Dísa after Thorin’s sister Dís. Your second girl was named Arrin, meaning ‘exalted’ and ‘lofty’ and your last little girl was named Asta, meaning ‘divine strength’ , ‘love’ and ‘star-like’, she was named this due to her being the hardest out of them all to give birth to and that you and Thorin nearly lost her.

You and Thorin are sat on a couch in the children’s room with a fur blanket o top of yous while your four little toddlers play with eachother with wooden and plush toys.

You lean your head on Thorin’s shoulder as you look at your children and then up at your lover, who was already staring at you. “I am so grateful for the children you have brought me, love. You have made me a father, you a mother and all of us a family, I am forever in your debt my queen, I love you.”

You smiled up at your husband, tears welling up in your eyes as you wear a dopey smile on your face, “I love you too my King,”, you lean up and kiss your husband, you couldn’t ask for a better life.

An amazing husband, a gentle son and three graceful daughters, you loved them all so much, you finally had your happy ending.

I hope you like this cus i finished this while I was ill 😭

@thethreeeyed-raven

[thewintersoldierdisaster]

a/n: happy father’s day and happy birthday to me! a fun little fluffy thing with dad!andrei to celebrate the day 🥰 i’m off to enjoy some birthday cake and presents lol

word count: 4k

tw: some mild smut, mostly just a lazy make out session

summary: it’s andrei’s first father’s day and you and evie celebrate with him all day long

Andrei is still passed out, snoring, with his arm thrown over his face, when the baby monitor crackles to life and Evie’s soft baby coos penetrate the sleepy haze of your brain. On autopilot, you swing your legs out of bed and yawn. Blinking blearily, you scoop up a crew neck stolen from Andrei years ago off the floor and yank it over your head before you pad down to the nursery. Andrei shifts as you leave the room, sheets drifting lower down his stomach. You linger in the doorway, appreciating the defined muscles of his chest and stomach, the faint tenting of the sheet from his half-hard morning wood. A lick of desire sparks at your spine, even as your poor, battered vagina screams at you to avoid the temptation of sex with your husband.

Shaking your head a little to get rid of the smutty thoughts, you twist your hair up into a neater bun and creep into the nursery. Evie’s awake in her crib, arms and legs kicking and flailing. You lean a forearm on the railing of the crib and rest your other hand on her belly, rubbing softly. “Hey, baby cakes,” you grin, Evie’s attention immediately focused on you. She gives you a big, gummy smile, her brown eyes wide in her tiny face. “You ready for some mama time?”

Evie waves her hands up at you and you scoop her up, cuddling her to your chest. She’s soft and warm and smells like baby soap and milk. You can’t help but smother her little face with kisses, making her laugh - your favorite sound in the whole world. You narrate while you change her out of her sleep sack and pajamas, “today’s a big day, bunny. It’s Father’s Day, your papa’s first ever one! So we have to make him feel extra special today.” She scrunches her little face up, babbling nonsense sounds.

“That’s right!” You reply, acting as if she had actually responded to you. “Papa’s special every day and even more this year because he won the big trophy! And you, little miss Evie, are going to be the star of Uncle Jordo’s barbecue because we’re putting your cute little diapered behind into the Stanley Cup.”

Evie drools and you laugh, wiping at her chin with one hand. “Keep up that energy for the party, baby girl,” you adjust her little pink romper set and settle her back in your arms so you can feed her. While she eats, you hum softly, rocking in the chair that your parents had bought for the nursery. Evie’s tiny hand splays over the top swell of your breast and you can’t help but marvel at how minuscule and perfect her little fingernails are. It still blows your mind that this perfect, little baby is all yours and Andrei’s. She pops off your breast with a little baby grumble and you burp her, pulling your bra and sweatshirt back into place.

“Okay, Evie,” you plant a smacking kiss on her cheek, “time to get the day started.”

With Evie cradled in one arm, you head downstairs, already mentally running through your to-do list before heading over to the Staals’ house later for a Father’s Day barbecue. You’ve got a busy day ahead of you - before the barbecue, you’re getting together with your parents and Andrei’s parents for lunch so they can spend time with Evie. But before that you want to celebrate with Andrei, just the three of you.

And the celebrations start with breakfast - so you tuck Evie into the carrier strapped to your chest and get started. Her cheek presses against your chest and you bounce a little on the balls of your feet, making her giggle. “What do we think about a fancy breakfast for Papa, Eve? Pancakes and eggs and bacon?” You narrate your actions to Evie as you go, knowing that she’s absorbing so much even if it doesn’t seem like it. Her little legs kick at your sides as you work, cracking eggs into a bowl of pancake mix. In the two months since Evie was born, you’ve become incredibly skilled at doing things with her strapped to your chest, so making breakfast is nothing.

Add in the fact that you’ve been functioning essentially as a single mother while the Canes were winning game after game during the playoffs, eventually winning the Cup just a few days ago, and it’s almost weirder for you not to have Evie attached to your body.

“Pancakes done,” you say, dropping the third pancake on the plate and immediately getting started on scrambling eggs. The bacon gets laid out on a sheet pan and popped in the oven and you’re feeling good about getting everything ready and making sure you’re quiet so that Andrei doesn’t wake up before you’re ready for him. Evie starts to get cranky, scrunching her little face up before she starts to cry. “Oops, sorry baby cakes,” you put the bowl of eggs back on the counter and adjust so you can feed Evie. She quiets immediately, closing her eyes as she sucks.

“Mom win,” you mumble, happy you got her before she really started shrieking. While Evie eats, you make the scrambled eggs, getting them light and fluffy and creamy and perfect. Once the eggs are off the stove and on a plate, you cover them with a bowl so they stay warm while you burp Evie. She lets out a noise that sounds like it could have come from one of Andrei’s teammates and you laugh, finding it adorable how startled Evie looks by her burp. “You’re the cutest baby in the whole world, did you know that?” You brush your nose against Evie’s temple, pressing a few kisses to her chubby cheek.

She squeals and you grin even wider. “Papa’s going to love our surprises,” you tell her, tucking her back into the carrier wrap and finishing up breakfast. The eggs, bacon, and pancakes get put on a tray and you cut up some fruit too, mixing it all together in a bowl. Two mugs of coffee - doctored to perfection for the both of you - and a glass of orange juice round out breakfast. You have his presents hidden in your closest upstairs, so you don’t have to worry about making two trips.

It’s a little bit of tricky maneuvering, with Evie cuddled close to your chest and the tray balanced in front of you, but months of practice carrying the baby and the laundry basket or the grocery bags is coming in handy now. You bump the bedroom door open with your hip and poke your head in. Andrei’s still asleep, but he had to have moved while you were downstairs since the sheet and blankets are tugged up over his lap, halfway over his stomach. His face is still slack with sleep, the full playoff beard overwhelming the lower half of his face. You smile to yourself and put the breakfast tray on top of your dresser, taking Evie out of the wrap and laying her on Andrei’s chest. Instinctively and immediately, both of his hands come up to cradle her head and back protectively. He yawns, eyes still scrunched shut, and murmurs, “my little zaychik hopped here by herself?”

“She’s a genius,” you tease, taking the carrier wrap off your body and dropping it to the floor. “Just like her mama.”

Andrei cracks open one eye and the corner of his mouth lifts in a grin. “You are something, solnyshka,” he teases back, cradling Evie close while he manages to sit up. She wiggles in his grip, letting out soft cooing noises. Andrei’s entire face transforms into a sappy expression and he presses kisses all over Evie’s face. “Papa’s little zaychik. You’re cuter every single day,” he says, holding her in the crook of his arms. Her little arms and legs kick and wave and you laugh.

“Another thing she gets from her mama,” you lean over and run a hand through Andrei’s overlong hair, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Happy Father’s Day, by the way.”

“Spasibo,” Andrei captures your mouth with his before you can pull away. “I smell breakfast.”

You waggle your eyebrows at him and bring the tray to bed. “Only the best for Mr. Svechnikov’s first Father’s Day! Dig in and I’ll get your presents.” You scoop a piece of bacon off the plate and bite into it while you dart off to your closet.

While you dig around under the pile of blankets and clothes you used as camouflage, you can hear Andrei talking to Evie. “Mama has predstavlyayet for Papa? But you’re my present, yes? My little zaychik, my little heart.” Your own heart melts with Andrei’s words, hormonal tears pricking at your eyes. You swipe the back of your wrist over your eyes quickly and reach for the shopping bag’s handles, tugging it out from under a winter comforter.

“Okay! Presents for Daddy,” you sing-song, shaking the bag in your hand. Andrei narrows his eyes at you, smirking a little, and you blush, waving him off with your free hand. “Don’t look at me like that, I’m not even remotely ready for kid number two.”

“What if I want that to be my present, solnyshka?” Andrei laughs, bouncing Evie in his arms. “I love how you look pregnant.” His smile is wide, teeth glinting beneath the beard, and you genuinely feel your knees wobble a little. He’s too fucking handsome for his own good.

Setting the bag of presents on the bed, you shake your head, “nope, no way. I need time to recover before I let you get near me with that weapon.” You wave your hand at his lap, grinning.

Andrei shrugs and lifts Evie up to stage-whisper, “we’ll work on Mama. No way are you going to be an only child.”

A scoff leaves your mouth - he’s not going to have to work very hard, you one thousand percent want to give Evie a sibling - and you push the presents closer to Andrei, simultaneously picking up your coffee mug and taking a sip. “Go ahead, open them,” you encourage him.

Andrei shifts Evie to hold her on one arm, her head and neck supported by the crook of his elbow and her body stretched out over his forearm, little pajama clad feet cradled in the palm of his hand. He’s so comfortable holding her now, a practiced ease in his movements, and it’s extremely fucking hot how good of a dad he is. You scoot closer on the bed, pretzeling your legs and cupping the mug of coffee between both hands. Now that you’re not pregnant, but still breastfeeding, your caffeine intake is still limited so you savour every single cup that you manage to drink while it’s still hot.

“This is not such a big deal in Russia,” Andrei says while he unwraps a gift with one hand.

“Get used to it, buddy,” you reply. “Father’s Day is important and we’re always going to celebrate you.”

His mouth curls up in a small smile in response, the blue striped wrapping paper finally falling away from the box. Andrei pulls out a black baseball hat with white embroidery on the front proclaiming him a GIRL DAD. You watch him read the words, his smile growing to show off his dimple and missing tooth. When he looks up at you, his brown eyes are twinkling. “Girl dad?” he says, already pulling the hat on over his hair.

“It’s a high honor,” you tell him, faux-seriously. “Means you have to let her do your hair and makeup when she’s older and twirl her in her little princess dresses. Be her best friend and biggest supporter. Think you can handle all that?” You clear you throat a little, getting emotional thinking about watching Evie grow up and bond with Andrei.

Andrei nods, bouncing Evie softly in his arms. He lifts her to his face and kisses her forehead. “I think I can,” he replies carefully, looking up at you with wide, adoring eyes.

You nudge his foot with yours and he finishes opening his presents - including a card that you made that includes Evie’s little footprints in the shape of a heart. Andrei laughs and tickles the bottoms of Evie’s feet, making her squirm and laugh her baby laugh. She stretches in his grip, fluttering her eyelashes.

“Looks like someone can’t hang,” you murmur, taking her into your arms and resting her against your shoulder. “Time for a nap, I think.”

Andrei steadies you with a hand on your elbow as you climb off the bed, resting his other hand on your hip when you’re on your feet. His hands are warm through the fabric of your pajamas and you lean into his touch a little. “I’m going to put her down and I’ll be back. Finish breakfast,” you tell him, bending at the waist and kissing him quickly. Andrei’s hand snakes around your waist before you can pull back, holding you close. He deepens the kiss, sliding his tongue over your bottom lip until you let your mouth fall open softly. His beard scrapes against your face deliciously.

Evie lets her presence be known, letting out a cranky sounding cry against your shoulder. You huff a sigh against Andrei’s mouth and pull back reluctantly. “Nap and then I’ll be back,” you promise, lips tingling from the kiss. Your cheeks and chin feel a little chapped from his beard.

He smirks at you, the baseball hat on his head slightly askew. “I’ll keep the bed warm, milaya.”

Shaking your head, you carry Evie back into her nursery, calling over your shoulder, “we have lunch plans at noon, don’t get too comfy.”

Evie falls asleep quickly once you have her all swaddled up. She lets out a soft yawn and her entire face goes slack once she’s out. You watch her for a few moments to make sure, smiling softly as her little nose and eyelids twitch while she dreams. You have to resist the urge to run your finger down the perfect little slope of her nose and cuddle her close. It’s almost scary how much you love her.

“Sweet dreams, bunny,” you whisper, backing out of the nursery and padding down the hall to your bedroom. When you get there, Andrei’s got his legs out of bed, his feet on the floor, and he’s pulled on a pair of cut-off sweat shorts. He’s still wearing the GIRL DAD hat, but it’s flipped backwards now, making him look sinfully hot. He scrubs a hand over his beard.

“Should I shave?” He asks, spreading his legs apart so you can come to stand in between them. He loops one arm around your waist and guides you so you’re sitting on his thigh.

You hum thoughtfully, cupping his cheeks and scraping your nails through the bristly hairs. They rasp against your palm and you shake your head. “I like it. Reminds me that my husband won the Stanley Cup,” you wink at him, giggling when he pulls you closer, crushing your body against his in a tight hug. He buries his face in your neck, kissing and rubbing his cheeks against your skin, chafing it.

“Couldn’t have done it without you,” he mumbles into the fabric of your sweatshirt. Andrei’s hands smooth over the side of your hip, fingers playing at the hem of your sleep shorts. Goosebumps prickle at your skin, rising up after his featherlight touches.

His fingers skim higher, higher, brushing against the crease of your thigh. You hum, threading your fingers into the hair wings formed by his hat. Andrei’s thumb swipes over your hip bone and you wiggle on his thigh, a throb pulsing between your legs. The heat in your belly almost makes you lose your mind, but an almost immediate twinge of pain follows the ache of desire and you frown.

“I’m not quite ready,” you mumble, disappointed in yourself.

“I can wait,” Andrei replies, flattening his palm over the inside of your thigh, but keeping his fingers to himself. He lies back against the mattress, pulling you with him so you’re draped over his chest, feet dangling to the floor. His arms are wrapped around your back, holding you close. “We could make-out like teenagers?”

Andrei waggles his eyebrows at you, making you laugh. You plant your hands on the mattress next to his head and kiss him, stretching your body out over his. Andrei responds happily and immediately, his cock hardening underneath you and pressing into your stomach. You hum into his mouth and one of Andrei’s hands slides over your back to come and tangle in your hair. His free hand cups your ass and lifts you a little, encouraging you to bring your legs up and straddle his hips.

“Feel so good, solnyshka,” Andrei mumbles into your mouth, kneading your ass with one hand. You kiss slowly, exploring his mouth with your tongue. Lazily, your hips rock over his erection, warmth pooling low in your stomach. He meets you hip roll for hip roll and you could almost come this way, with his hands on you and his body warm and hard under yours. Your hands tangle in his hair and Andrei lifts his hips up into yours, pressing right up against your throbbing clit.

“Andrei,” you whine his name against his jaw, reaching down between your bodies. It’s a tight fit since you’re pressed so close to him, but you wiggle your hand under your stomach and wrap your fingers around him over his shorts. He grunts at the contact and thrusts his hips up into your hand. “I can’t have you in me yet,” you sigh, peppering soft kisses over his cheeks and chin. “Let me get you off though since it’s Father’s Day and all.”

Andrei huffs a strangled laugh and slides back on the bed, taking you with him. “It’s not fun if you don’t come too, solnyshka,” he says seriously, kissing your temple. You twist your wrist a little and he groans, eyes closing and mouth falling slightly open.

“I’ll make it fun, baby,” you promise, crawling onto your knees in between his spread legs and slipping your hands beneath the waistband of his shorts. His cock is hot and hard in your hand, the skin velvety soft. You run your fingers delicately over him, enjoying the sounds Andrei’s making. “So good for me,” you murmur, “my favorite man, making my favorite noises.”

You dirty talk him through a semi-hand, semi-blow job and Andrei tries to return the favor when he convinces you to join him in the shower. He manages to nudge one finger inside of you and makes you come with his thumb pressing firmly on your clit, so all-in-all, it’s a good morning.

And that good morning makes you a little late to lunch with the parents, but they don’t mind - immediately monopolizing Evie’s attention and passing her around the table. You had custom frames made for your dad and Igor as gifts “from” Evie - they both say ‘I love my grandpa’ but Igor’s says ‘dedushka’ instead of grandpa. You added photos of each man’s first time holding Evie into the frames and you’re pretty sure the gift goes over like gangbusters. Your mom and Elena absolutely lose it over Evie’s little outfit - the tiny pair of overalls really is more adorable than it has any right being. Evie is a good sport throughout lunch, being totally chill and only have a minor freak out when she got hungry.

She falls asleep in the car on the drive to the Staals’s home and you know you’re pushing your luck by taking her to a second location and disrupting her routine even further. Andrei settles her in the wrap strapped to his chest while she’s still sleeping and you help him get her situation, both of you holding your breaths like you’re trying to dismantle a bomb. She scrunches her face briefly and then relaxes, snug against his chest.

“Oh thank god,” Andrei mutters, cradling her head in one large hand.

“You look so attractive with a baby attach to your chest,” you say, lifting the diaper bag onto your shoulder.

“If you let me put a second baby in you, I’ll be twice as attractive in nine months,” Andrei grins, teasing.

“We’ll see,” you roll your eyes, pushing open the gate to the backyard. It’s a casual barbecue, with people coming and going, but the backyard has plenty of people mingling around. Heather spots you immediately and comes over to greet you and Andrei, wishing him a happy first father’s day.

He grins, keeping one hand on Evie’s back, saying, “it’s not so big a deal in Russia, but is nice to be celebrated.”

You pipe up, “the bigger celebration was for the Cup, honestly.”

“Make sure you put that cutie in the Cup again,” Heather replies, tickling one of Evie’s exposed feet. “Jordan has it on the patio.”

Eventually you do wander over to the Cup, saying hi to everyone on the way, and getting drinks as you go. Evie’s awake by now, making little noises against Andrei’s chest and wiggling around. He takes her out of the wrap and squats by the Cup, holding Evie just above it for a second before thinking and shouting to Jordan, “you didn’t put any weird shit in here?”

Jordan snorts and shouts back, “they cleaned it up after the parade, you’re good to go.”

“Into the Cup you go,” you laugh and Andrei puts Evie into the bowl, holding her steady. “Ugh, it’s still the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.”

He grins at you and you snap a picture - later you’ll use the picture as part of your Father’s Day post for Andrei. You hang around the barbecue for a little longer, until Evie finally has the meltdown you were expecting, giving you the perfect excuse for an Irish goodbye.

Once Evie’s back in her crib, napping away, you and Andrei drop to the couch, your legs draped over his lap. “I have another surprise for you,” you say, pulling an envelope out of the back pocket of your shorts.

Andrei’s hand is clasped around your ankle and he takes the envelope in his free hand, sliding the flap open with one finger and pulling out the card inside. There’s a Superman cartoon on the front, proclaiming SUPERDAD! and Andrei huffs an amused little laugh at the image. You smile to yourself, watching him flip open the card and the way his forehead scrunches together in confusion when a tiny square photograph of Evie falls out onto his lap. “What’s this?” He asks, picking up the picture. He laughs when he sees Evie’s expression - she looks like a tiny drunk, but little does he know that it took a dozen attempts to get Evie to even look at the camera.

“Evie’s passport photo. Well, the extra one,” you explain. “She needed one to travel since we’re heading out of the country in two weeks.”

Andrei raises an eyebrow. “We are? And where are we going?”

“Russia,” you lean closer to him, kissing his cheek. “Spending the summer with your parents, showing Evie the sights of your childhood.”

“Really?” Andrei looks surprised and touched. “I didn’t think you’d…she’s little.”

“Exactly, she’s little. It’s easy to travel with her when she’s so tiny,” you explain. “I planned everything out with your mom. You just have to pack a bag.”

Andrei cups your cheek in his hand and kisses you sweetly. “Thank you, solnyshka. Best gift ever.”

“Fitting, since you’re the best dad and husband ever,” you crawl into his lap and rest your wrists on his shoulders. “I can’t wait to see you with her as she gets older.”

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Hiiiii and also KDKSJXJSJXJSKZKX- baby post was something i never knew i needed dosjdjsx pls i need more headcanons abt bby Bronwyn D. Crown

Im laughing cuz buggy litrally just cloned himself cuz i was wondering whose paternal genes will the bby take after but then its a mini fem buggy lmao

Also the cross guilds reaction to the baby is so cute esp daz aaaaa ofcours the man who used to dream being a superhero is soft inside

And both croc n mihawk fainting dksjdisod

Plsss i need to know wat theyre and crossguild is like when taking care of the baby djsjjsdjsj pls let her be super smart like her dads aaaa

The domesticity is ❤️

So honestly while Winni le DOES definitely take after Buggy the most, she's not quite a CLONE per se. Her hair is a dark, almost black, blue, and her nose is a little less RED red and more pink-red. Everything else though? Carbon copy from birth.

As far as genes go, they never really push for the testing bc it's redundant, though Croc is almost positive it's Mihawk - while he did fully head to toe transition via Iva, the likelihood of it being him is really really infintisimally slim. At the end of the day, it doesn't matter, really. Winnie is their baby and they all love her to pieces.

Daz absolutely is her biggest fan, barring her parents and in a literal sense. He's wrapped around her little finger and as she grows, she KNOWS it. He'll play with her, and if anyone laughs or makes a remark, he can and will stare into their soul while unflinchingly stating he is simply doing his duties to the highest degree - what are they doing with this doubtless free time? He has some recommendations-

Tbf though the number of people who would laugh about it leave fairly quickly, leaving a veritable LEGION of men, women and others who are ready to ride or die for this kid.

You know those tiktok videos of animals meeting the new baby for the first time? That with Ritchie. That would be so cute. So silly. Just. Ritchie being a big baby and just all worship eyes at this new baby because '!!!!! Small human!!!!! Like cap!!!!!! Weird smell!!!!!!! Must lick!!!!!!!'.

He keeps sneaking into her nursery to lay beside the crib or just snuffle her in her sleep. They wind up setting traps. He keeps evading them. Nobody can figure out how. Mihawk proposes that he's simply so No Thoughts Head Empty that he evades the traps on pure luck and ditzy fortune.

Alvida is definitely searching high and low for "my awesome aunt got me this-" type of things, then getting matching outfits, baby sunglasses, etc, just READY for dress up and lil self care. She's also the type to carry on full conversations with Winnie as a baby without baby talk. Just meeting babbles with "girl, he said WHAT? No, hold up, tell auntie everything-" or "baby girl, you will not believe what tea I got today-"

Cabaji dreams of teaching her to ride her first unicycle. Will settle for rollerblades. Very protective, but also liable to lose the baby somehow in a market and then explode.

Mohji shares his love for animals with her and is so smug when Winnie grows up and continues on with a constant love and adoration for animals.

Galdino gets her into art, and she continues on with that, even on well into her adult years.

As for intelligence, she definitely winds up as smart as her parents - she goes on to study zoology and animal psychology, becoming a veterinarian and then later revamping the entirety of the veterinary science field in the Grandline, then later in some of the other Seas.

She also works with her parents' business as well tbf, though she focuses more on the vigilante side of it - popping amoral smugglers, sinking slavers, the works. She also may or may not have planted a few bombs in some marine bases when she went to do the animal checks for the base, depending on their history, regard, and the state of their animals. She's got her own moral compass, one which she follows like her own northern star.

All in all, there's a lot of domestic silliness that Winnie brings about.

[todayimfour]

Raggedy Ann and Andy's First Slumber Party

A Raggedy Ann and Andy age regression fanfic by me!

Let me know if I should add trigger warnings! I'm not used to posting my writing

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Marcella is invited to a slumber party at her classmate's house to celebrate a set of twins' birthdays. She brings Ann and Andy to play/sleep with cuz it's her first sleepover. Ann is super excited but Andy hasn't been out of the house besides they're adventures in the deep dark woods so he's a bit nervous. He'd never admit it to anyone but Ann tho.

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The first few hours of the sleepover went by quickly, Marcella set them both up at her sleeping bag by her pillow and went off to play with the other kids outside. This gave the two twin dollies a chance to meet the other kid's stuffed friends. They met a huge stuffed moose named Sammy, a plush cockatiel named Charlie who spoke in squeeks, a small cat full of plastic pellets named Fiona, and a stuffed dog named Frenchie. Ann was having such a great time meeting these new friends, Andy was doing his best to be friendly but he was having a hard time acclimating to the new environment. Something about this whole outing made his stuffing turn, he decided he would stick close to Ann. Purely so he could protect her if something happened, or at least, that's what he told himself.

After supper and cake all the kids rushed into the bedroom to grab their respective toys and bring them all to the birthday twin's shared playroom. It was a large bright room seemingly split through the middle between the two twins. One side felt similar to the nursery back home and the other was decorated with superheroes, zombies, even wrestlers. 'Great more toys to meet!' the ragdoll twins both thought with very different sentiments.

It was all going fine as the children played. Marcella was playing with the twin dollies, having a pretty fun time until one of the boys took Andy from Marcella's hand. It took all his effort not to come to life and rush back to his kid and sister. He was brought to the boyish side of the play room. There was almost a conflict between the children but then a woman came in to say it was time for a movie. The boy holding him tossed him back to Marcella and dashed out the door in a rush to find the best spot for movie watching, much of the other children followed suit. Marcella gave Andy a big hug before setting him down next to Ann and leaving the room. Once every toy was sure that no one would be coming back to the playroom the toys came to life once more.

"Oh Andy! Are you okay?" Ann exclaimed as she hugged her brother and checked a few of his more fragile stitches. Andy was struggling internally, it felt like this slumber party was only going to get worse and all he really wanted was for Ann to cuddle him and tell him it'll be okay. That they would be home soon. But he couldn't admit that out loud, not with all these new toys around that could judge him for being 'too soft'. Before he could get a word out to his sister a teddy bear approached the twin dollies. Andy stood behind his sister and held onto the loose sleeve of her dress.

"Looks like you got snagged by Michal, are you alright? No stitches popped" the bear asked kindly, "My name is Freddy, welcome to the play room! I'm sorry some of our kids play a bit rough" The bear, Freddy, seemed friendly. Andy nodded.

"That's one way to put it, who just grabs a toy out of another kid's hands at this age?" Andy asked halfheartedly. "Anyways I'm fine, thanks." Andy looks away, he didn't want to make nice with Freddy- or any of these other toys- he wanted to go home. Ann could sense the tension building in her brother and tried her best to keep the peace.

"oh- Andrew" she jabs playfully "Don't mind him, he's just grumpy. My name is Ann, it's nice to meet you Freddy! Your playroom is so nice! Much bigger than Marcella's nursery back home!" She and Freddy shook hands and began talking about... something. Andy wasn't paying attention. He decided he didn't want to be a part of this conversation anymore and walked off. He found a spot next to some building blocks that looked nice and sat down to settle himself.

He didn't like any of this, that much was obvious. He could feel a fuzziness creeping up in the corners of him mind, his regression. He really didn't want to do that here, not around toys he didn't know. Just the thought of it upset him. But he also thought about what Ann said, was he really being that grumpy? Was that his only two options? Grumpy or regressing? No, he needed to make some friends. He could have a good time here, just look at how great Ann is at making new friends! He decided, the next toy he sees he will try to befriend.

Not two seconds later an action figure came out of nowhere, crashing through the small tower made of blocks he was sitting by. He was a bit shorter than Andy was and he had a wrestling outfit on. 'oh sweet! a boys toy I could be friends with!' Andy puffed up his chest as he waited for the wrestler to get up and out of the tower's remains.

"that was wicked!!!" The action figure pops up yelling, facing a whole group of other figures. The wrestler ran back to the group and Andy followed.

"Hey guys, I'm Andy!" He put on a smile and held out his hand for a handshake like he's seen his sister do thousands of times before. The figures seemed to not notice him so he cleared his throat of any loose stuffing and tried again. "Hey guys, that was super cool! What games do you like to play?" A few of the plastic toys gave Andy the side eye and the toy in the middle of the crowd, a slightly taller toy with a removable biker helmet and molded on leather jacket and ripped jeans, approached Andy like he was bothered by having to look at the ragdoll.

"What do you want, Plush-Boy? We're busy." The dude said. "The tea party is that way, Doll" he pointed to where Ann and a group of other toys were playing a bored game. Andy was confused but tried his best to put on a genuine smile and he held out his hand again for a handshake.

"My name's Andy, what are you busy with? Maybe I could lend a hand?" The biker looked at Andy's hand and shook it. His mates behind him seemed surprised at this.

"No. You can't. You're far too soft for our stunts. You'll pop a stitch. Now get out of here and go back to the girls toy side." He said as if he were talking about something as mundane as the weather. The other figure behind him snickered and chuckled as they watched Andrew stammering.

"Hey- wait a minute! I'm no girls toy! I can do anything you guys can and probably better too." Andy defended himself, he didn't like being considered weak. Especially not by these... these hoodlums!

"Sure mate, you'll notice though.. none of us are wearing lipstick and mascara." The biker pointed out the stitching on Andy's face that looked like make-up. His goonies behind him were agreeing and exchanging high-fives as they laughed at the ragdoll. Before they could say anything else to him, Andy ran away.

He ran to his sister who was playing a board game, snakes and ladders, one of his favorites. He didn't ask to play though, he sat silently next to Ann and resigned himself to watching her play. He could still hear them across the room, he's sure if he looked they'd be laughing and pointing at him. It took all of his strength not to cry. He dug around in his overalls pocket for his paper flower, something that always made him feel less alone, upon finding it he put it safely in his lap. He smoothed out some of the crinkles in the petals, smiling sadly and humming quietly to himself. He hummed the song he and Ann always sung when one or both of them were feeling down, Candy Hearts and Paper Flowers. He was thankful for the ambient noise of the room so no one else could hear him. Or at least that's what he thought.

He was so deep in his own world he got startled when he felt Ann's arm wrap around his shoulders in a side-hug. After the initial scare he melted into his sister's embrace, leaning his head against her and closing his eyes. She leaned her head atop of his and they stayed like that until it was Ann's turn to play. She had to scoot forwards a bit and played one handed as she held Andy's hand. Andy paid more attention to the board and saw that the moose they met earlier had just won. They were all chatting and setting up for another round. As they were all ready to start Ann looked at him holding the two dice.

"Do you want to roll for me Andy? I could use some good luck," She asked with her perpetually kind smile. Andy nodded excitedly and rolled them, then Ann moved their piece. As the game went on it became more obvious to Ann that her brother had regressed, she wondered if he even realized it. Soon they were reaching the end of the game, it was what could be their last turn. Ann had to suppress a giggle when she saw just how seriously Andy was taking it. He shook the dice with both his hands before dropping them on the board, leaning in close to read what the numbers were. Three and five. Everyone else who saw had already put together the simple addition but waited for Andy. He counted the dots on the dice carefully. Eight.

"Annie!!! It's eight!! That's what we needed right?!" He spoke louder than he meant to in his excitement. Everyone at that board knew it was but we're playing like they didn't know so Andy could figure it out.

"Oh well, I just don't know Andy. Let's check!" So the two of them counted each pace with the player piece. The look on Andy's face when he realized they'd won was priceless. He was smiling ear to ear and got a few kind words from the other toys playing. He looked back at his big sister and she ruffled his hair through his hat. "See Andy? I knew you'd be good luck!" The boy beamed with pride, maybe this slumber party wasn't as bad as he thought!

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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I WROTE A WHOLE LOT HERE AND THEN WAS DUM AND LOST IT ALL SO HERES THE CLIFF NOTES

I enjoyed writing this and I am inexperienced at writing so call me out if you find it necessary

If you know me IRL the stuffies that are named are mine, some of them are also my roommates

I really just wanted an excuse to write some hurt comfort, sue me.

If I find inspiration I might write more :)

I friggin love these guys :)))))

Tag list take two! (Thank you to everyone who liked or commented or reblogged my original post, it kept me motivated to write past what I originally thought I would!)

@grauntiemotersblog <= my roomie/bestie/spouse

@bihexualandferal

@aew-kun-age-regression

@zea-es-arts

@xxbunnyxbabyxx

@babybard

@morgan-bug

@cottoncandyfreckles

[3pirouette]

Fic: Winter's Children (1/1) (Part of the Nobody's Baby Universe)

Title: Winter’s Children

By: TriplePirouette/3Pirouette

Disclaimer: They're not mine.

Distribution: Read HERE on AO3 Anyone else please ask first :) 

Part SEVEN of the Nobody's Baby Universe (Click for all stories)

Story Summary: Mandy’s parentage is finally revealed. A story set over 3 decades, with a glimpse into the SHIELD legacy of the Rogers family. 

Posted for Steggy Week 2024, Day 3, AU’s and Crossovers, because the Nobody’s Babu Universe is my personal favorite AU I’ve ever written for them. 

A/N: So, the science in here is gonna sound a little more 90’s criminal drama than late 70’s… but we’re just going to pretend SHIELD was that far ahead, ok? Ok. 

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August 1955

The knock on the front door startled Steve, enough that his grip slipped and James’ foot kicked out, landing square in his dirty diaper and smearing the contents across the changing table. He groaned, and wrestled the one-year-old for control. “Mandy!” he called, “Can you see who is at the door?” He heard the patter of her feet run past the nursery and bound down the stairs as he tried to hold his son down and grab a cloth to clean him at the same time, the boy giggling away. The afterthought hit him quickly, “Don’t open it!”

He was on edge. He’d slept alone last night: Peggy was on a stakeout that was important enough to keep her hands twisting and her eye twitching all week. He felt nothing but dread at the sound of the door, but had little choice but to continue to try to fight his small son for control and rid him of his dirty diaper. 

Mandy let out a happy squeal. “It’s Uncle Jarvis and Aunt Ana!” He heard her jump close to the stairs. “I can see that it’s just them from the front window. Can I let them in?”

Steve sighed. Even if he wanted her to wait, he was in no shape to go down there himself. Surely, at ten, she was old enough to know friends from strangers. James had managed to make a mess of the both of them, and he could sorely use another pair of hands. “Yes, please.”

He listened carefully to the happy greetings as he pulled another cloth from the changing table, shaking his head. “How did you do this, James? It’s everywhere!” The boy cooed at him, and Steve could only smile, despite the sinking feeling. 

“Hello?” Jarvis called, his footfalls up the stairs soft and quiet. 

“In the nursery!” Steve called back. It took only seconds for Jarvis to pop his head into the room. “You’re right on time, I’m in dire need of reinforcements.”

The butler’s eyes bulged wide. “Yes, quite so.” Without another word, Jarvis stepped in, grabbing a towel from the closet in the hall and wetting it, handing it to Steve. “How in the world did the young master manage that?”

Steve shook his head, wiping the smeared excrement from James’ legs. “I’m guessing it’s some combination of the strained peas and yogurt.” Steve got him clean enough for the moment, and hastily diapered him. “Definitely a bath tonight.” James giggled as Steve tucked him into a new romper. “Can you…” Steve pointed at the boy then back at his own filth covered arms. 

“Oh, yes,” Jarvis nodded quickly and lifted James from the table, holding him as Steve took the wet towel and cleaned his own arms as well before tossing it aside with the diaper that needed to be cleaned. “Peg’s gonna kill me. Keeps saying I forgot how to change a diaper.”

Steve’s stomach dropped a bit at the way Jarvis’s face fell. His heart skipped a beat and he felt like his lungs were squeezed tight. “What happened?”

Jarvis sighed, ushering Steve to the bathroom and watching as he soaped up and down his arms in the sink. “I’m afraid Mrs. Rogers is quite stubborn.” Jarvis only tilted his head at the look of fake incredulity Steve shots him. “She got into quite the tussle last night, but declined any sort of interventions, despite the fact that three of her team are still in the hospital as we speak. 

Steve’s head perked up. “Hospital?”

Jarvis held up a hand. “She fared much better, I’m happy to report. She’s at the mansion now, resting.” Steve pushed past the man, leaving him calling down the hall after him. “Despite protests, Ana and I felt it best you go see her. We’ll mind the children.”

He paused only to change his shirt, shove his boots on his feet, and drop a kiss on each of his children’s heads before he was racing out of the garage on his motorcycle. 

The fifteen-minute drive felt like hours. He was seething in anger and scared as hell by the time he skidded to a stop at the front door. He marched up the stairs, ready to bang on the door, and quickly stumbled past it into the foyer when it was opened before he could even touch it. 

He caught himself before he fell, hands on his knees. “I suppose I should thank them,” Peggy’s soft voice rang out, “but they did go behind my back.”

He stood and turned to her, his face falling when he saw the swelling that held one eye shut and the purple bruising around it. “Peg…”

Peggy ducked under his hand when he went to reach for her. “No, Steve. I don’t want to hear it. I’m fine.”

His mouth formed a tight line, his hands on his hips and the ire that had fled from him when he stumbled into the house rose back up. “Fine? You could have broken bones!” He took a deep breath and followed her when she closed the door and moved into one of the lounges. “Hell, you could have had brain damage.”

“You and I both know that with enough time I’ll be just fine.” She flopped onto a couch and reached out to the side table behind her, pulling a bag of ice back up over her bruise. 

“Whatever you picked up from James is going away. You have to be more—”

“It was him,” she interrupted with a whisper. “The Winter Soldier.”

Her words halted the start of the familiar fight they’d been having and he sank down on the couch next to her. “You’re sure?”

“Metal arm and all,” she sighed out, moving the ice over her eye. “It’s how I got this. Stopped Thompson from getting two to the head, but caught his backhand.”

Steve sighed, lifting her feet into his lap and started running his hand over her shin. “That’s why you were so…”

“I suspected,” she answered the question he hadn’t asked. “I thought perhaps it would be him. I didn’t expect us to get so close, though.”

His head fell, his words soft. “I’m going with you next time.”

She sat up, ice falling to her lap, her own tone leaving no room for argument. “We’ve had this fight already, Steve. You or me. Never both.” She took a deep breath, the eye that wasn’t swollen shut clouding over, “I won’t risk those children living without the both of us, you hear me? Not after what I saw last night.”

“You’re right, you’re right,” he quickly mumbled, picking up the ice from her lap. “I just hate seeing you like this. Feeling helpless.” He held it up to her eye, waiting until she took it before moving his hand away. “I guess I’m not adjusting as quickly as I’d like.”

“To what?” she laughed lightly. “You went from being a super soldier, thwarting death at every turn, to a house husband that occasionally goes on missions while I galivant around the world as head of a secret intelligence agency.” She chuckled, the ice sloshing in the bag with her movement. “Sounds like it could be a real prime time smash comedy, eh?” She reached out for his hand and sighed happily when he took it, growing more serious. “I think it’s harder than either of us thought to make this happen. Especially now with James. Neither of us went back into the field until years after we got Mandy. This is all new, we may have to reassess.” 

Steve nodded, but didn’t speak. After a long stretch of quiet he couldn’t hold the question inside. “What about the Winter Soldier?”

“He did some damage, that’s for sure.” She shook her head, the ice rattling in the bag, “All of us together there were six bullet wounds, a handful of broken ribs, a broken leg, and one ghastly eye. And he got his target, so we failed there.” She shook her head, pulling the ice off before sitting up. “It’s been three years since we’ve had a lead. He’s back in the wind for who knows how long.”

Steve let his hand ghost over her purpled jaw. “Did you see his face?”

She shook her head and leaned into his touch, wincing but pressing into his hand, anyway. “He wears some kind of mask, covers almost all of his face.” She chucked sadly. “I think I’ll need one of those.”

Steve shook his head, letting his thumb run over the darkest of the bruises under her eye. “You should have gone to the hospital.”

“And what?” Peggy leaned back, letting his hand fall to her shoulder. “How was I supposed to explain how quickly I was healing to them?” She pulled the ice back over her eye, a shiver running through her. “No, best to stay here, avoid scaring the children for a day or so.”

Steve’s lip quirked up. “You think the Jarvis’ would mind looking after the kids if I stayed a while?”

“Mind?” Peggy blew threw her teeth, then winced when the movement sent a shock up the side of her jaw. “Mr. Jarvis is so completely done with my antics that he stopped talking to me, and Ana hasn’t stopped talking to me about James since I arrived. I think that they’ll be disappointed if you don’t stay.” 

Steve hummed happily, leaning over and pressing a kiss to Peggy’s hairline. “Well, then I’ll just have to stay for a bit.”

He held her for a long, quiet moment, the only sound in the large mansion the ticking of the grandfather clock in the hall and the tinkling of the ice shifting with each breath Peggy took. 

“I know… I know you can’t promise me anything,” Steve whispered, raking his fingers through her hair, “but just say you’ll try, ok?”

Her voice was soft, sensing the seriousness of his words. “Try what, my darling?”

“Try to be careful?” He asked, his voice breaking just slightly. “Try to stay safe. Try to come back.” 

Peggy dropped the bag of ice, shifting in his arms to straddle his lap. She cradled his cheeks in her hands, eyes taking in the bags under his eyes, the tight strain at their corners, the way the muscles in his jaw twitched, all full of stress and fear. “The day…” She paused, took a deep breath, and started again, letting the emotion fuel her but not stop her, “The day I don’t come back to you or our children is the day that God himself has stopped me.” She caressed his cheek gently. “Nothing short of that would ever keep me away from you.”

Steve couldn’t keep the tears from forming in his eyes. “I know, Peg, but these people… the Winter Soldier…” He sighed, pressing his cheek against her good one, “The Devil works hard, Peg.”

She pressed a gentle kiss to the edge of his jaw by her lips. “Yes, my love, but I work harder.”

~*~

July 1971

The humid summer air of New Jersey gave Peggy migraines. Had she been able to stay in the SHIELD bunker, like she’d planned for the day, her temple wouldn’t be pounding, but she’d been required to be up on the surface a handful of times, and bouncing between hot and humid and the naturally chilly underground, she was nearly seeing double.  

She slammed the file she was reading shut, looking up and finding Rose already opening the door. “Blissful, just the woman I wanted to see.” Peggy closed her eyes and sighed, the promise of home all the nearer. “I’m taking an early day, can you call a car for me?”

Rose, who was usually worried beyond measure that something was wrong or happy that Peggy was taking time for herself, was uncharacteristically neither. Instead, her eyes wrinkled and her mouth pinched shut. “I’m sorry, Director Carter, but I think you need to stay just a little bit longer today.”

Peggy ground her teeth tight, knowing Rose wouldn’t even utter those words unless she was sure it was something that needed her attention. “Please tell me it isn’t another ‘diplomatic misunderstanding’ between Howard and some female dignitary?”

Rose shook her head sharply, “No, but Doctor Mills would like to see you. He says it’s urgent.”

Peggy cleared her desk and nodded. “Very well, send him in.”

Franklin Mills was their top research and development scientist, and the only one of their team, aside from Howard and Pym, who had nearly top-level clearance. The man was quiet and reserved and never, ever, came up to Peggy’s office himself unless it was of the direst importance. 

He slipped in quietly past Rose once she waved him in, his bald head glinting in the light as he looked at the floor. He was nervous, and that made Peggy worry. “Franklin, to what do I owe the pleasure?” She tried to keep her tone light as she folded her hands on her desk, but the man was nearly trembling before her. 

“D-Director Carter,” he very rarely stuttered, and it sent Peggy’s heart pounding. “We’ve been working on extracting the DNA from the sample our team discovered at the attempted UN assassination.” 

Peggy nodded, waiting as calmly as she could. It was a thwarted assassination attempt. The target, a dignitary from Germany, managed with only a punctured lung and was expected to recover fairly well. The assassin slipped through their fingers, leaving only a dime sized spot of blood and one agent in intensive care. 

There were whispers that it was him: the Winter Soldier. 

Publicly, she told her agents to focus on the concrete evidence and stop whispering rumors. Privately, she knew first hand that experiments to enhance soldiers hadn’t died with Erskine. Not only was Mandy proof, they’d raided three abandoned Red Room facilities after the war that remained classified. 

The Winter Soldier: a man who had more speed, strength, and agility than any other save her husband, was a very real possibility, and she and Steve were determined to stop him. 

She tried to smile to calm the man, but couldn’t. “I’m well aware. Have you found something?”

He slid a small handful of papers over to her. “I haven’t- These are the initial print outs. Nothing’s been saved and no one else has seen them, I swear.”

Peggy looked at the graphs, the numbers and words making little sense. She looked up, laying her hands on the pages. “Franklin, you know very well I have no idea what I’m looking at.”

He swallowed, hard. “We were able to get a viable sample, and we ran it through our database. I didn’t expect anything, because we don’t have a lot of people in there yet but…” 

“But?” She was getting impatient now. 

“The Wint—" he stopped himself and restarted, “The assassin and your daughter are a familial match. I ran them twice.” He threw up his hands, ranting quickly. “It- it doesn’t match Captain Rogers, either, I’m afraid to say. The assassin… or your daughter.”

Peggy’s hands spayed out over the data as she took a shaky breath. Mills was still stuttering before her and she stopped him by holding up her hand. “Sit, Franklin.”

She opened her mouth, looking the poor man in the eyes, then closed it again. She almost laughed at the absurdity of it all: the man thought he’d lose his job, or worse, for thinking he’d discovered that she’d been unfaithful. Mandy was an agent with SHIELD, had barely been in the organization long enough to be known all that well except it was well known that she was Peggy and Steve’s daughter. It had been a double-edged sword for the girl from day one, but she’d slowly and surely been proving herself to those around her. 

It was the only reason Mandy’s DNA was in their ever-growing database. 

She looked back up at him, face as plain as she could make it. “Remind me of your clearance level, Doctor Mills.”

He didn’t stutter, and she was proud of him for that. “One B, Ma’am.”

She nodded. “What I’m about to divulge is considered top level classified information, do you understand?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he nodded swiftly. 

“If I hear anything about this, I will know it was you who let it out and I will see you prosecuted as per SHIELD’s regulations regarding classified information, is that clear?”

The man swallowed thickly, “Yes.”

She sighed, pulling open her drawer and taking out a small gilded double frame. She held it out to him. “Agent Rogers, Mandy… my daughter,” she tripped over her tongue a few times, the pounding in her skull and the pounding of her heart making it hard to focus, “was adopted. Captain Rogers and I, along with the Howling Commandos, found her in a HYDRA science base.”

The man’s eyes widened as she slid over the frame, opening it to reveal two of their earliest family pictures. The one on the left of the frame had been a picture Morita had gifted them with the first time he made it back from the front. He’d snapped it when they hadn’t been looking mere hours after they’d gotten back to the base. Peggy was holding a still tiny and unnamed Mandy tight in her arms, Steve, shield on his back, was standing across from them, and both were looking down at the baby in what could only be described as frightened wonder. The second had been posed, a picture Howard snapped the day the three of them moved into their house with Steve holding Mandy and with an arm around Peggy, standing on the front steps. Mills looked up then back to the pictures. 

“It’s not quite as scandalous as you may have imagined, but I’m sure you can see why we don’t discuss it often.” Peggy pulled the pictures back and snapped the case shut, sliding it back in her desk drawer. “Mandy’s parentage has always been unknown to us, though we’ve had our suspicions along the way.”

“Is she…?” He didn’t finish, the question had slipped out and he covered his mouth with his hand. 

She didn’t answer, but leaned forward, instead. “As your director, I’m asking you to keep this ‘eyes only’ and off the record. As your friend, I’m asking you to understand why.”

Mills nodded, still looking slightly confused and upset. He always was a bit squirrely about working for an agency that dealt in espionage. He expected to be told to do unethical things at every corner, and was always spoiling for a fight that wasn’t there. Sometimes, Peggy thought he didn’t realize that he was working for the good guys.  

“Franklin,” Peggy sighed, pressing her fingers to the bridge of her nose, “I’m not asking you to destroy anything or hide anything. Keep the samples in there. Just, don’t tell anyone about the match, yes?” 

Somewhat placated, the man nodded and stood. He reached out and shuffled his papers back into his hands. Peggy thought about keeping them for a moment, but knew Howard could pull up the information if she needed it, and Mills would feel much better if he left with it. 

He slipped out the door, and she put her head in her hands. 

She’d barely had time for a breath before the door opened again. “Your car is topside whenever you’re ready,” Rose whispered. 

Peggy looked up, focus swimming at moving her head too quickly. “You are a godsend, Rose.” Peggy stood slowly, grabbing her purse and briefcase before moving towards the door. “What am I going to do when that shoulder of yours heals and you’re back out in the field?” 

Rose rolled her shoulder carefully, wincing lightly as they moved through the bull pen to the elevators. “It’ll be a few more weeks yet, I think. That bullet did a number on me. But by then I’ll have found you a good replacement, and then I’ll be back out there babysitting the boys.”

Peggy laughed then drew in a quick breath at the sharp pain it had sent moving though her skull. 

Rose waved off whatever reply Peggy had started, ushering her into the elevator. 

Rose was already on the phone before the elevator hit the surface.

~*~

Steve met her at the door with a shot of whisky and two pain relievers, handing them over and taking her briefcase and purse as she entered the house. 

Peggy swallowed the pills dry then chased them with the whisky, gulping it all down in one shot. “Rose?” she asked, voice coarse from the liquid burning its way down the back of her throat. 

“Yup,” he nodded, closing the door behind her and dropping her bags on the side table. He dropped a kiss on her forehead and wrapped his arms around her as she melted against him. “She said you didn’t look too good.”

Peggy let herself snuggle into his embrace, eyes closing as he took the whisky tumbler from her and set it on the table beside them. “Look, feel… take your pick. It was a beastly day.”

He hummed and kissed her hair. “What can I do?”

“Migraine first, international espionage second,” she mumbled. 

“Migraine?” he sighed, shifting and lifting her from her feet and carrying her up the stairs. “I wouldn’t have led with whisky.” 

“Swhy I didn’t tell ya,” she slurred, more from exhaustion taking over than any effect the alcohol had on her, leaning against him. She felt drained, having fought to get through most of the day and she could feel how little energy there was left to give. Steve set her gently on their bed, then moved around the room, lowering the shades to block out the evening sun. 

She kicked her shoes off and slipped out of her jacket, tossing it over the side of the bed as Steve slipped out. He came back just in time to watch her pull her bra out through the arm hole of her tank top, his eyebrows raised as he held out the glass of water to her. “Nobody but us here, Peg.” He sat on the edge of the bed and handed her the glass, waiting until she drank the whole thing. “I’ve seen it all before.”

She laughed through her nose, laying back on the bed and shimmying out of her skirt and stockings. “Just want to be comfortable.” 

He eyed her, looking up and down as she snuggled onto the bed, in just her underwear and sleeveless silk bouse, hair mussed. He kissed her forehead and ran a hand over her hip. “Oh, if you didn’t have a migraine…” the lust was put on, and elicited the smile he was hoping for. 

He stood, stepping in the bathroom and coming back with a damp washcloth. “Should I or do you want to do it?” He held it out to her, waiting as she blinked up at him, confused. “I don’t want to listen to you complaining about mascara stains on laundry day.” 

She had so little energy left that she simply closed her eyes and lifted her head to him. 

Steve’s hand gently pulled the cloth across her skin, taking the make-up with it. “Wow, it’s a bad one, huh?”

She hummed. “I’m wiped,” she murmured as he took off her lipstick. 

He bent and kissed her lips gently, swiping the cloth over her face once more for good measure as he sat up. “Good thing I’m home today.”

Peggy shifted, finding a good spot on her pillow. “Oh, I’m sure the front entrance tile would feel nearly as nice right now if you weren’t.”

“That’s what I was afraid of.” He smoothed back her hair as he gestured towards the little air conditioning unit they had installed in their window for the summer. “Want me to turn the AC on?” 

She hummed a positive. 

“Sleep?” he asked, standing. 

“Wake me for dinner.” She reached out a blind hand. 

He took it, tangling their fingers together for a moment. “I’ll see what you’re looking like.”

She forced her eyes opened, pinning him with a serious gaze. “No, wake me. We have important things to discuss.”

He sighed heavily. “That the ‘international espionage’ part of all this?”

She nodded. “It can’t wait. If I could think straight at all we’d do that first.”

He knelt, looking her in the eyes, dead serious. “Are you or the kids in danger?”

Her severity softened, “Not any more than usual. But it is serious.”

He squeezed her hand then stood. “Alright. But you’re getting at least three hours sleep. I know you were up all night last night.”

“Two.” He started to admonish her, then she held up a hand, “And I’ll sleep the whole night tonight, I promise.”

He sighed, then leaned over and kissed her temple one last time. “Deal.” He flicked the light switch, waiting and watching for just a minute as Peggy settled, her breathing evening out before he shut the door. 

~*~

Peggy didn’t look much better two hours later seated at the kitchen table, a cold wash cloth round her neck and her hands wrapped around a mug of tea, but once she managed to get the incident with Franklin out, Steve understood her urgency. 

He slid the toast in front of her as he sat, mouth pressed tight. “It’s an answer.”

“Sure is,” Peggy mumbled, picking up one of the slices and playing at the end with her fingernail. “I don’t think she’ll like it.”

Steve barked out a laugh, leaning back against the chair. “Dislike would be an understatement.” He looked up just in time to see Peggy bite into the dry toast and watched her chew slowly and swallow cautiously. “We have to tell her,” he nearly whispered.

She nodded, taking another small bite and chasing it with tea. “No way around it.”

“You think she’ll call Howard?”

Peggy looked up to him and raised her brows, rolling her eyes. “I think she’ll call Brezhnev. Have you met our daughter?”

His cheek quirked up, the smile half sad and half full of pride. “I have, and if she thought it would do any good she’d march right over to the Kremlin and knock on the doors.”

Peggy tossed her toast back on the plate and leaned back with a sigh, pulling the cloth from around her neck and twisting it in her hands. “She’ll be devastated.” She shook her head and looked up at Steve through heavy lashes. “She’s always hoped…”

He reached out and stilled her busy fingers. “We all knew what the possibilities were.”

“It still hurt,” Peggy admitted softly, “to have the undeniable truth in front of me. To know that once and for all she wasn’t ours.”

“She’s ours in every way that counts.” He was adamant in his declaration. 

Peggy stood, dropping the cloth on the table as she pushed herself into Steve’s lap, his arms wrapping around her instinctively as she laid her head on his shoulder. His fingers slowly moved into her hair, massaging little circles over her skull. She let her body sink into his for long moments, content in the solidity that was her husband, her right partner, her confidant in all of this. “Sometimes,” she finally whispered, barely loud enough to hear, “I liked to think that maybe, just maybe they’d managed it. Managed to get some bits of us somehow, and that they’d figured out how to make those little bits into a person. She’s so much like us, Steve.”

He hummed in agreement, his voice low and quiet. “Stubborn. Pig-headed. Impulsive.”

She tried to swat at his arm, but the gesture lacked any real strength. “I’m not kidding.”

“Neither am I,” he replied, kissing her forehead quickly. “She’s managed the best and the worst of us. James, too.”

“Speaking of…” She lead, eyes closing as Steve’s fingers massaged some of the pain away. 

“Baseball practice.” He looked up to the clock, his fingers still massaging small circles. “Should be home soon. I promised I’d take him out and let him practice more with the car at night.”

“I can’t believe he’s driving already.” Peggy sighed. “As long as you’re still not letting him take the motorcycle.”

Steve hummed happily. “It’s looking like I’ll have to, soon. One more semester of A’s and he’ll have kept his part of the bargain.” He let his hand run over Peggy’s thigh soothingly. “He’s getting stronger. He’s having more trouble pulling his hits. He knocked three out of the park in practice yesterday. I’ll take him to Howards this weekend, see if we can help him even it out.”

“I hate asking him to hide it,” Peggy muttered. 

“He understands.” Steve squeezed her close. “But he’s got his sights set on SHIELD.”

”See? Pigheaded, just like the rest of us.”

After another long moment, Steve sighed. “How’s the head?”

“Still miserable.”

He leaned back and brushed the hair from her face. “Can you manage any more toast?”

She hummed a negative and snuggled against his neck. “Do we have any more ginger tea?”

He stood, lifting her in his arms. “I’ll check once you’re settled back in bed. I shouldn’t have woken you.”

“No, I asked you to, and this was too important to put off,” Peggy held tight as he navigated the stairs, though she knew he would never drop her. “We need to come up with a plan.”

Steve gently laid her in bed. “Oh, I think I’ve got one.” He helped her slip her robe off and tucked her in Just as they heard the back door open and slam closed, James calling out that he was home. “You get some more rest, I’ll take care of everything.”

~*~

Mandy looked across the desk, her jaw hanging. “Uncle Howard, you can’t be serious.”

“As a heart attack.” He shrugged and spun the folder around. “The DNA doesn’t lie. It may be new technology, but it’s sound.”

Mandy picked up the folder, studying it intently. She’d spent years of her life sitting at her Uncle Howard’s side, trying to learn everything he knew about her parentage, everything he knew about what she was capable of, until she was nearly as well versed in it as he was. “The Winter Soldier, the man that doesn’t exist, is my dad?”

He leaned back, folding his fingers behind his head. “Kinda creates more questions than it answers, huh?”

“You could say that again.” She sighed heavily, looking over the printouts again. “Mom…”

“What about her?” He leaned forward again, elbows on his desk. 

“I mean, I guess….”

“She’s always known, kid, that you weren’t hers. She and Steve always knew exactly where you came from.” He reached across the desk and pushed the file down and away from her face. “If you’re thinking for one second that this will change the way they feel about you…”

She let the folder fall to her lap, her head hanging. “I was so scared they’d hate me when I first found out….”

“Yeah, I remember. But it won’t change a damn thing, and you know that.” He stood and rounded his desk, leaning on the edge and pointed to the pages she was studying. “This? This doesn’t mean a damn thing. It’s just DNA.” 

Mandy smiled up to him. It was something he’d said to her many times before when her search for answers started to overwhelm her. Her Uncle Howard, for all his faults sometimes, knew exactly how to make her feel better about all of this by breaking it down into simple, non-emotional science. “How can I tell them? I don’t-”

Howard smiled down at her, knowing Steve knew his daughter, even if she wasn’t biologically his, better than anyone. “I can tell them, if you want.”

~*~

Peggy set the phone down, turning back to her husband on the other end of the couch. “Howard said it went well. Went right as you expected, really.”

Steve put down his book, rubbing his face. “She likes the science part of it, and no one knows it better than Howard.” He held out his arms. “She’ll act a little odd for a few days, then she’ll be right back to normal once she processes all of it.”

“Howard said we should act a little worried, a little shocked. She’ll want to talk, I’m sure.” Peggy snuggled into his embrace, eyes focused on the television where the news droned on in the background. “You know, Steve, we did promise no more lies.”

“It’s not a lie. It’s just… a fib about the order of when we found out.” His hand fell to her back, running over it soothingly. He could feel the way she stiffened, even though she didn’t say anything. “She was gonna take it about as well as a bull in a china shop from us and you know that.”

“I do,” Peggy finally conceded. “And I suppose we did keep up about Santa and the Easter Bunny for far too long.”

“James was little.”

Peggy looked up at him, eyebrows knitting. “You are far too comfortable with these little fibs.”

“I’m just a little shit from Brooklyn. Had to use little fibs all the time.” He smiled down at her. “Did you forget that I lied to the US Army five times?”

Peggy laughed, laying back on his shoulder. “I do tend to forget that, actually.” She rubbed his chest, smiling. “You are just a little shit from Brooklyn, aren’t you?”

“You love me for it.”

~*~

September 1985

”Mandy, watch out, that arm’s mechanical!”

She ducked, sliding under the car and pulling her gun from her holster. “You think I didn’t notice?”

James huffed into his comm, hiding at the corner of the building. “I gotta get you home in one piece, if Mom finds out-“

“Oh, she already knows,” Steve sighed into his own comm, his voice crackling into his children’s ears. “We’re two blocks away with back up, you think you can hold him?”

“Cavalry’s running a little slow today, Pops?” Mandy laughed, trying to catch her breath as she kept the Winter Soldier in her eyeline. 

The comms crackled. “Very funny. You know what it took to get your mother to let me out?”

“We could use a sniper up on fifth,” James cut through the banter, a bullet flying past his position. “And a damn army,” he sighed. “Rest of the team’s gonna need a medic. He had a rocket launcher, flipped three cars. Better get clean up mobilized, too.” 

“Language,” Mandy bit out tightly, slinking around the car to stay hidden as the figure in black and silver moved confidently through the street. 

“Good man,” Steve replied to his son, not missing a beat before relaying the order to set up snipers and get the other teams mobilized. “You’ve got a good tactical eye, James.”

“Like Mom,” he muttered, dropping and crawling into the street. “And Mandy’s just as pigheaded as you both,” he muttered, cursing as he watched his sister stand up and away from the shelter of the overturned car, taking aim at the Winter Soldier. “Get back under cover, Mandy!”

“I’ve got him,” she whispered, taking aim. 

Time stood still as James watched her fire. They were both strong and fast, just like their father, but they also both knew the truth: the man in front of them was just as strong, just as fast, and had decades of training and experience over them. 

And he was Mandy’s biological father. 

It made her stupid. James knew it made her stupid. She took risks she never would have on any other op when the Winter Soldier was involved, she did things she’d never sanction any other agent doing, all in the name of stopping him, all in the name of keeping the man who sired her from hurting another person. 

It was almost as if she felt like it was a penance for a crime she never committed. He knew the knowledge of where she was found haunted her in ways she never shared with anyone but him. It was a secret she thought she’d kept tightly hidden, especially from her parents.

She fired, and it bounced off his left arm. 

The Winter Soldier froze. 

She fired again. 

He shuddered as it hit him in the shoulder. He turned. 

James would never forget the look of his eyes. He would never forget the way they narrowed, the dark black of the make-up around his eyes to cut down on the glare smudged to the side of his face, the way he could feel the man bare his teeth even though the bottom half of his face was covered with a mask. 

James would never forget the seconds he thought he’d watch his own sister die as the Soldier brought up his gun. 

And then a shield that he knew far too well flew in, knocking the gun to the ground. 

It was a flurry after that. 

James had seen his father in action, he’d seen him in training, but rarely, if ever, did Steve take point on missions. In theory, James knew he was impressive. 

He’d never seen him fight like this. 

It was like a well rehearsed ballet. Every punch was deflected, every kick avoided. His father and the Winter Soldier moved like one being, like they could anticipate how the other was thinking or like it had been pre-choreographed. When the soldier pulled out a knife, Steve dodged and avoided it, blocking with forearms and making the Soldier flip and drop it in a complicated series of moves that left James impressed and frightened. 

It was as if the Soldier had finally met his match, and he wasn't just deadly now, he was maniacal. James had heard stories, had seen him just barrel through men. This? This was entrancing. 

And then it was worrying, because when Mandy tossed their Dad his shield, the Soldier caught it in one hand instead, knowing exactly how to catch it, exactly how much reverb he had in the movement, and exactly how to wield it back to Steve that had him backing up and on his heels. 

The shield didn’t behave like normal metal did, it wasn’t easy to catch and move through space. James had taken months to learn how to catch and throw it under his father, and he still struggled. The Winter Soldier shouldn’t have been able to just master it like he had. 

“Dad…” James called out, nervous. Scared. 

For the first time, he didn’t think they actually had a chance. 

Steve’s voice rang out clear in his ear, even as he never stopped fighting, pinned against a truck. “Get your sister and go!”

”I am not leaving!” Mandy called out, rushing forward. James jumped to his feet, running after her and wrapping his arms around her just before she made it to the middle of the intersection where Steve was wrestling with the Soldier for control of his shield. “I can help!” She turned, gritting her teeth at her brother. “We can both help!”

James took a slow breath and then let go of her, stepping back and pulling his knife from his boot. He didn’t say anything, knowing it would be picked up by far too many people on comms, but just nodded. 

Without having to say when, they both moved forward. Mandy went low, James high, and they tackled the Soldier, giving their father enough time to get his shield on his arm and take a breath. 

If he was impressive one on one, the Winter Soldier was downright deadly as he took on all three of them. The youngest, James was the most inexperienced in the field, but he made up for it with his strength and speed and tactical understanding. None of that stopped the Soldier from picking him up by the neck and tossing him through the window of a bank across the street. 

Mandy was fast, though, and she swept his feet out from under him as he tried to turn back. They should have had him. 

They should have had him. 

But Steve and Mandy couldn’t help but look towards where James had been tossed to see if he was okay. The second it took them to look was enough for the Soldier to stand and rush Mandy, his metal hand wrapping around her neck and lifting her from her feet. 

Steve’s yell reverberated through the street at he rushed him, jumping on his back and wrapping his arms around the soldier’s neck, his eyes panicked as he looked at Mandy, her hands clawing at the metal one that held her feet off the ground, that was cutting off her breathing. 

And then, it was like the world stopped. 

The soldier loosened his grip just a little, and tipped his head, eyes blinking, not because of Steve, but because recognition was dawning in his eyes.  

It was just enough movement that it changed Steve’s grip, and the mask on the Soldier’s face tumbled to the ground. 

The Soldier set her down, a name croaking from his lips as she crumbled at his feet. “Rebecca?”

Steve jumped from his back as if he’d been burned. It was a voice he heard in his dreams and his worst nightmares. Suddenly, it all clicked into place: how he knew how to use the shield, how they were so well matched… and yet, it filled him with dread and gave him more questions than answers. 

He stumbled between the Soldier and his daughter, jaw slack. “Bucky?”

The Winter Soldier, Bucky Barnes, looked up at Steve, sneering. “Who the hell is Bucky?” 

And then they were grappling again, fighting hand to hand as Steve pushed him farther and father away from Mandy, farther and farther away from his daughter… their daughter… even though he was more confused than he’d ever been. 

They fumbled, tripping back over the curb, and in an instant Bucky had a gun in his hand, holding Steve at bay. 

“Bucky…”

He stepped back slowly, bringing his metal hand up to steady his shooting hand. 

“Dad!” James called, and tossed Steve’s shield to him. He ducked behind it just as the Soldier fired off a round of shots, the sound of them bouncing off the vibranium deafening. 

When he looked up, the Winter Soldier was gone. 

James is crouched by Mandy, shielding her from the bullets that have stopped. 

SHIELD vans were slowly pulling up. 

But he’s gone. 

Bucky was gone. 

Steve slid down by his daughter, lifting her to sitting and looking over her neck, the angry bruises already forming. “You okay?” He patted down over her head and shoulders, looking for other injuries. “You hurt anywhere else?” He turned, shouting over his shoulder, “Get the medic!”

”Fine,” she croaked out, clearing her throat. “I’ll be fine.” Mandy pushed away from him and swiped angrily at the tears that had gathered in her eyes more from pain and lack of oxygen than for any real emotion, though she’s more than overwhelmed. “We almost had him.”

”Don’t care about that, just care about you,” He responded, breathless, pulling her back into a hug. He turned his head, looking over at his son. “How about you?” He reaches out a hand, squeezing his son’s shoulder, running his fingers over his cheek where the glass he went through left tiny cuts. “Need the medic?”

”Nah,” James shook his head, his own hand laying on Mandy’s back, trying to help her calm her breathing. “I’ve had worse.”

“You’re mother’s gonna kill me,” Steve muttered, helping Mandy stand as the SHIELD medic ran to meet them. 

“Damn right I am,” Peggy’s voice crackled in his ear. “Not a damn instruction was followed by any of you.”

Mandy sat heavily on the curb, trying to wave away the medic even as Steve insisted he check her out. ”We almost-“

“Don’t say another word, young lady,” Peggy’s voice admonished. “I’m letting Fury clean this mess up before I say something I’ll regret.”

Steve got his way, and Mandy let the medic start checking her over. “We’ll be back as soon as the medic clears Mandy, Peg.”

“Damn well better be,” she muttered before she could be heard handing the comm over to Fury. 

Steve pulled the earpiece out and tucked it in his pocket, his children followed suit, waiting for the medic to give Mandy a clean bill. 

“Dad?” James finally asked quietly. 

“Yeah, bud?” He rubbed his face, watching the streets as SHIELD’s clean up team got to work. 

James tried to keep his voice even, non-accusatory. “You knew him.”

”I knew him,” Steve affirmed. He felt his heart sink again now that he wasn’t running on adrenaline anymore. He shook his head. “I used to know him.”

James sighed, turning away. “So you gonna tell me who Bucky was?”

”Better question,” Mandy started, standing, her voice still rough as the medic stepped away, “is who is Rebecca.” She sniffed, turning and heading away from the destruction, her father and brother falling in step with her. “He saw my face and he stopped dead.”

“The Winter Soldier…” Steve took a deep breath and sighed, “His name was Bucky Barnes. Rebecca was his sister.”

“So she would be my aunt, since he’s my father,” Mandy whispered, looking at her boots. “I guess I look like her. 

“You do.” Steve stopped moving, waiting until he could look at both his children. “He was my best friend, and I thought he died on a mission that went bad.” He reached out a hand and set it on James’ shoulder. “He’s who you’re named after.”

“He was a commando?” His son asked, moving again to get them towards a transport that would take them back to base.

“He was the commando. He was the closest thing I had to a brother. Hell, he was my family.” Steve stopped, turning to where his friend, now foe, had disappeared. “And now, we gotta find a way to help him.”

”Help him?” Mandy asked, turning her Dad around. “You can’t be serious.”

Steve looked around, content they were far enough away from anyone else that they wouldn’t overhear. “That man? He’s not the Bucky I knew. The Bucky I knew would never have done any of the things ascribed to him.” He dropped his voice and leaned down to Mandy. “You were worried about the kind of person you came from, about the kind of person Hydra would use to make you. I can tell you, Mandy, there is no better man. Bucky… he was…” Steve shook his head, at a loss for words. “If it were reversed, he wouldn’t stop until he got me out, and I can’t do any less.” 

“We,” James corrected him. “We can’t do any less. Not for family.”

Steve nodded, and they moved forward again in quiet lock step, filing into the back of a van. 

It was a quiet ride until just before they made it back to headquarters when Mandy popped her head up. “We still have to tell Mom.”

“Mom knew Bucky, too.” Steve let out a slow breath, his voice hovering between angry father and disappointed superior officer. “But I’m sure we’ll only talk about that after we talk about how you disobeyed orders, Mandy.”

She sighed, her voice less ragged than it was. “She’s gonna be so mad. She’s going to court-martial me.”

“Nah,” James smiled as they stopped, “Can’t get court martialed in SHIELD.” He helped her down from the van. “They’ll just throw you in a pit in Alamogordo.”

“Stop teasing your sister,” Steve tossed out as he jumped down and walked past them, the kids falling into step behind him. “Your mother’s wrath is much worse than anything they could throw at you in Alamogordo.” He paused, seeing Peggy waiting for them just inside the doors, hands on hips, jaw tight with fury but eyes full of anxiety. “Ready?”

“For mom’s wrath?” James asked, rolling his shoulders back. “No. But we don’t have a choice, do we?”

She didn’t yell, didn’t even move from where she stood when they came in, she just pointed to the elevator. “Office, now!” She called out in a clipped voice. 

Steve could feel the fear pouring off of her, the adrenaline and the anger mingling to clog her throat with emotion. Once they were in the elevator, he reached out, twining his fingers with hers. 

She turned and looked at him, unshed tears shining in her eyes. He just squeezed her hand. 

Whatever came next, they were going to deal with it together. 

Just like they always did. 

Like a family. 

[changingplumbob]

Knightstone Household: Chapter 8, Part 5

Today Silas heads off for his first day of school, Suzanna works with Pollock to try reach more milestones and Silas wants a real piano.

Nicknames Suzanna is Mummy or Starlight Adam is Pops or My Heart Silas is Starshine Pollock is Pol or Moondust If Pollock is trying to babble real words they will be in brackets

Adam: Did you let your brother get a good sleep? He’s got a big day today

Pollock: Ye ra po (yes Pops)

Silas is sitting having breakfast still in his disguise.

Suzanna: Are you going to wear your disguise to school

Silas: Probably Mummy. I don’t want to hide that I’m an alien but for my first few days I’d rather not stick out

Suzanna: Your choice. We'll see you when you get home okay

Silas: Yes Mummy, look after Pol for me

Suzanna: *chuckles*

Adam: So he’s been fed and changed, all set

Suzanna: Thanks Adam

Adam: No worries, I just will be busy cleaning before my shift

Suzanna: Of course, now Moondust, who’s ready to try some… ice cream!

Adam: Wait... Ice cream for breakfast?

Suzanna: Not breakfast. You said it yourself, he’s already had milk

Adam: I don’t know Pollock, sounds like she’s trying to fatten you up already

Suzanna: Nothing wrong with a chubby infant Adam

Suzanna goes to get some carrots to try next while Adam begins to vacuum the house. Pollock wonders what is going on and in the end is overwhelmed by the noise, bursting into tears.

Suzanna: Do you have to vacuum just there Adam

Adam: You know queuing it for nooks and crannies can be tricky

Suzanna: Come on then Pollock, we’ll head outside and let Pops clean

Suzanna scoops Pollock up and Adam calls after them.

Adam: Sorry son, good luck calming down

Suzanna: You can go here with all the stars and mummy will just pump before she tends the garden. Go on Pollock, touch the stars

Pollock: *giggles* Noo be star (I’m with the star)

Suzanna: You said star? You said star! Well done Moondust, you’ll be talking in no time

Pollock: Fo star um (Stars are fun Mummy)

Inside, Adam makes sure to get rid of the basement dust. Outside, Pollock spends time happily batting the stars around before switching to some solo tummy time. Suzanna happily tends her garden but can’t help wondering what’s happening at the lab while she’s using her watcher given maternity leave.

Pollock has his nap while Adam goes to work but Suzanna wakes him up just before Silas gets home.

Suzanna: Let’s have some milk then we can go see how Silas did on his first day, huh? Won’t that be exciting

Pollock: *burps*

Suzanna: I knew you would agree

Pollock: *giggles*

Suzanna: How was your day Starshine

Silas: Pretty good. Although my teacher told me off for not doing an assignment

Suzanna: ...but it was your first day

Silas: Exactly! They didn't like me pointing that out. Anyway we did some art after lunch and I made you something

Suzanna: You did? Okay let’s have a look here. A unicorn picture? Oh it’s a masterpiece. We’ll have to make sure we show your Pops huh, he'll be impressed

*grinding noise*

Suzanna: Stupid washing machine. I have to go fix it, could you watch Pollock for a minute? Unless you have homework

Silas: I’ve already done my homework Mummy

Pollock: He la boo (Hi brother)

Silas: Hey Pol. Have you been good today? I bet you missed me, I missed you *blows raspberry*

Silas takes a seat at the table and begins pulling funny faces. Pollock happily giggles until he covers his face.

Silas: Pol? Do you need a rest

Pollock: *removes hands* BOO

Silas: *laughs* Oh you scared me good! Are you the peek a boo champ now? Are you?

Pollock: *giggles happily*

Silas: MUMMY! Pol learned how to do peek a boo

Suzanna: He did? That’s impressive when he normally bursts into tears if we try. Could you set the table while I take care of somebody’s diaper? Your Pops should be home really soon

Suzanna takes Pollock to the nursery bathroom where he does his best to scoot away.

Suzanna: Oh no no no, we are not having another blowout Moondust. Come here!

Pollock: *giggles and scoots*

Adam comes home with good news, he’s reached level 9 of his Art Critic job, Syndicated Superstar. But even superstars have to make dinner.

Silas: Hey Pops, you know how you got me that piano book for my birthday

Adam: I do. I wanted to get you guitar but your mum told me I’m not allowed to make you a clone of me

Silas: *laughs* I don’t mind learning piano. But Pops… I think it would go better if I had… you know… an actual piano to practice on

Suzanna: Okay Pollock, I know you don’t like being carried. So can we try to crawl? Crawl for Mummy

Pollock: Do at ow (Do what now)

Suzanna: So you’ll need to push, push yourself on to your hands and knees, just like when you learned to creep

Pollock: I ow (right now)

Suzanna: Come on Moondust, crawl to Mummy, crawl to Mummy

Pollock: *tries, fails, cries*

Suzanna: Is dinner ready yet

Adam: As soon as Silas stops distracting me

Silas: Hey! I’m helping Pops

Adam: And…

Silas: *sighs* and trying to convince him to get me a piano

Suzanna: An actual noise making piano? You do remember we have a sensitive infant

Silas: But Mummy he won’t be an infant forever

Adam: Tell you what, you do the dishes and your mum and I will talk about it

Silas clears the table while Suzanna gets Pollock ready for sleep then she tucks her eldest in bed.

Silas: I lost my tooth today Mummy

Suzanna: Did you put it under your pillow

Silas: Yes. Do you think the tooth fairy will really come

Suzanna: You just wait, when you wake up you’ll see they came

Adam is messing about upstairs when Suzanna heads up to bed.

Suzanna: You want to get a piano for our kid who can't play

Adam: Can't play yet. And not just a piano. I seem to have lost my guitar in the move so I need one of those

Suzanna: *smiles* Then it’s good you got a raise with your promotion huh

Adam: Are you impressed

Suzanna: I don’t know. I think I’ll have to see more of your talent to decide

Adam: Deal

The tooth fairy did indeed visit Silas and he scored some sweet simoleons. Other tooth fairy propaganda of course but mainly simoleons. Since Suzanna did bedtime Adam gets Pollock up and fed before taking him for a morning bath. It seems like Pollock is all smiles today and Adam remembers what Suzanna said about needing to enjoy the time. Yeah, Pollock as an infant is pretty cute.

Adam: All clean, time to get on with our day

Adam puts Pollock down by the blocks. Pollock scoots over and begins trying to pick them up, laughing to himself the entire time. Adam meanwhile tells the delivery service where to place the piano and begins breaking in his new guitar. The cloud will definitely be something to get used to.

Out in the garden Suzanna is delighted to find that several of the plants are ready to evolve. It may have been all replanted with the move but it’s coming along nicely. When she heads inside she finds that Pollock has learnt a new skill, putting his foot in his mouth. Then we have some routing drama (post to follow because I lost my mind) and only get things resolved as Adam leaves for work.

Suzanna gets Pollock settled for his nap and pumps as he drifts off to sleep. Silas is delighted to arrive home and discover the piano. After his homework he sits down and begins plunking away. While Pollock continues to sleep Suzanna starts on a task she keeps putting off, necessary upgrades. First up are some additions to the sink.

Next up, the oven needs a tune up. Of course all that meddling with the sink has left puddles over the floor. Thank goodness these ones are just water (iykyk). Suzanna wakes Pollock for a dinner bottle then, when Adam arrives home, the family take a human picture together on the porch.

Adam cooks and Silas sets the table while Suzanna again works with Pollock. With oodles of encouragement he… falls and rolls on to his back. Then from lying down he begins to sparkle, the milestone music starts, and we officially have a crawling infant!

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[littleghoulghost]

I had a random memory pop up from my childhood, and immediately thought of the ghouls. So now we have the ghouls and bonus guest Papa having bath/shower time with Little Ghoul. Pretty sure every parent has that moment they throw away a piece of their dignity to avoid being splashed by their child.

Masterlist

Bath Time

Little Ghoul has showered with every single member of the pack. They know if they don't she'll wander away or if they give her a bath afterwards they'll just be soaked again, so they just shower with her. The ladies don't care if she sees them, but the guys all have a set process.

When Little Ghoul showers with any of the guys they keep her in front of them and facing forwards at all times. There have only been a few close calls, but they all agree it was one too many.

Mountain was the first one to shower with her, and that was because he was tired of being wet again after getting out, and she kept getting bored of staring at the door and would wander off.

After that if he had to leave shower time to another ghoul he would warn them of this, if they chose not to do as he said it wasn't his problem unless she got hurt. Then the offending ghoul would promptly be dealt with.

Surprisingly enough, the master of shower time after Mountain happens to be Sodo. Little Ghoul has nearly turned around on him a time or two, but he very quickly grabbed her head and turned her back around. Oddly enough, I feel like Sodo has done this before. He probably had a niece as a human he helped care for now and then.

Aether and Rain grew up with sisters, so this is something they've done since they were very young. It wasn't much of a leap for them to go from showering with their sisters as very young children to adults trying to clean up a small child.

I think Swiss probably had the most trouble with it, I see him as having been an only child. He definitely had the most near incidents because he keeps trying to make shower time fun for Little Ghoul by singing songs, trying to come up with little games, anything really to make it a little easier. Fire ghoul cubs can occasionally be really finicky about bathing.

Now, the unexpected true master of bath time is Copia. Copia has had to help in the nursery before, so this is nothing. He doesn't shower with her, but he does have a rather nice tub he fills up with lightly scented bubbles and plenty of bath toys. He even has a rubber duck for his own personal use, because sometimes you just need a duck. It makes him wonder sometimes why he didn't have children, he actually really likes them and wanted to be a dad.

[trashbag-baby666]

Heart Of Glass-Rooster Bradshaw

Chapter Fourteen

WC: 1,248.

C/W: None?

HOG Masterlist!

Bradley was at a lost planning the grooms side of things, he had sat down with Mav at the kitchen table.

Mav had never done this before either but he was trying his best to help him with everything.

"I don't know what any of this stuff means or how to do this Mav," Bradley sighed dropping the list onto the table that Mazy had made for him. He brought his hands to his face and dug the heals of his hands into his eyes.

"I've never done any of this before either so we can figure it out together. Why don't we check things off as we go? We finished doing our half of invitations." Mav paused briefly and put a check next to it, "Finish ordering the boutonnière's." Mav sighed and opened up Bradley's laptop the first thing popping up the local florist website.

"The ones Mazy wants should be up already." Bradley sighed as he got up and refilled his cup of coffee.

"They are, I like your guy's color theme a lot." Mav hummed as he placed the order for them.

They had chosen a deep sapphire blue and peach color theme. Mazy was really big on colors and did a whole psychology deep dive on the colors.

"Thanks Mav," Bradley sat back down and checked off the item on the list, "Finish my half of the registry. I can't believe you can get married or whatever and just put ridiculous items on the registry and someone you've met maybe once in your life will get them for you."

"I agree, I was in for a shock at Charlottes baby shower for Mazy. It was all these people I had never met before buying us things that would've put us in debt." Mav agreed, he was so happy he could help Bradley with all of this.

He knew that out of all of them men in the world who could've asked for Mazy's hand in marriage it's someone who could treat her with respect and give her everything.

"Oh my god," Bradley sighed, "With all the wedding talk I forgot she's literally pregnant with my child."

"Okay Bradley I know this seems like a lot. Fuck this is a lot but it's gonna figure itself out. We have time to figure everything out and you have people in your and Mazy's corner. There's so many people who are here to help you." Mav assured him.

"We already talked about turning our guest room into the nursery and Mazy was looking at color theory." Bradley sighed, "I know we're comfortable and have money saved up. I'm just worried about going into debt."

"That's while we will make the best baby shower registry and make sure tons of people are invited." Mav chuckled and gave Bradley a side hug, "Let's focus at the task at hand."

At the end of the day Bradley and Mazy were so happy to get into bed and go to sleep.

Mazy rubbed her eyes and took a long drink of water from her bottle and set it on her nightstand before plugging her phone in.

Bradley tugged off his shirt and tossed it towards the hamper then plugged his phone in.

"How was your day darling?" Bradley let out a long deep breathe he felt as if he'd been holding in all day. He relaxed into the grey bedding Mazy sinking further into him as he wrapped an arm around her.

"Good, stressful and good. My wedding dress still fits so if I can keep myself at this size for another three weeks we will be set." Mazy yawned, she was stressed about her dress not fitting but she had alternatives. Tomorrow her and Nat we're gonna go buy a cheaper white sundress just in case. Penny offered to sew a tuul train kind of thing for a white sundress. She was happy she had women there to support her, "I don't wanna worry about that right now. How was your day Hun?"

"Good, me and Mav talked about registry's. Told me about your moms baby shower for you." Bradley kissed her shoulder.

"It was crazy. Crazier than a baby shower should be it was this whole thing. I've heard all the stories." Mazy giggled as she rolled over onto her back. Bradley instinctively wrapping an arm around her and combing his hand through her brown hair. "Simpler times I wish we could've been there for. I wish I would've been old enough to really know my mother."

"She was so great," Bradley hummed. He was barely old enough to remember Charlie but bits and pieces were there.

"I'm glad you knew her," Mazy turned looking at him.

"I'm glad you knew my mom too." Bradley looked down at her as she snuggled into him.

"I wish both of our mothers could be in attendance but you know." Mazy rubbed her eyes.

"Let's just go to sleep you know? We've been stressed let's not be stressed." Bradley placed a kiss on her cheek.

"You don't make sense. Good night I love you." Mazy snuggled into him.

"Goodnight little bird, love you too." Bradley kissed the back of her neck as they fell asleep together.

Mazy stood in the kitchen with the fridge door open.

“Our food is gonna go bad if you keep standing there with the door open.” Bradley hummed as he came in from outside. Bradley likes tending to the garden when he had off time.

“I’m so hungry,” Mazy shut the door and leaned against the counter rubbing her face.

“Pregnancy moment?” Bradley grabbed a glass from the cupboard and filled it with water from the sink.

“Yeah,” Mazy opened up the cabinet and grabbed a box of gold fish crackers. Always a comfort snack of her.

Bradley grabbed under her butt and lifted her onto the island counter, “Thank you Hun.”

“Mhm,” Bradley hummed as he chugged the cup of water and filled his cup again. He was rocking possibly Mazy’s favorite sight ever. An open floral shirt, khaki shorts, and some old school vans.

“You’re hot you know that?” Mazy giggled shoving a handful of goldfish crackers into her mouth.

“Oh I’m self aware of how to woo you,” Bradley kissed her cheek.

“I feel like I’m on the worst period of my life. My hormones are absolutely ridiculous.” She leaned her head forward onto his shoulder.

“Oh I’m so sorry darlin’,” Bradley rubbed her back taking in her fresh scent.

“I felt so nauseated this morning. Not exactly morning sickness but I know it’s coming, my boobs hurt so badly.” Mazy chuckled picking up her head.

“Maybe I can fix that,” Bradley winked.

“Stop,” Mazy giggled and ruffled his sandy hair.

“I saw you invited Hangman to the wedding when I took the envelopes to the post office.” Bradley hummed lifting Mazy up and carrying her to the couch.

“I mean he did literally save your and my fathers life. Plus I think he’s gotten some sense knocked into that big Texan head.” Mazy smiled as she laid between Bradley’s legs. He ran a hand mindlessly through her brown hair.

“I guess I just. He’s always been kind of a dick.” Bradley sighed.

“I’ve been talking to him more I trust he’ll not act like an idiot.” Mazy looked up at him.

“If you can trust him I’ll trust him. I support your choices and trust you.” Bradley kissed the top of her head.

[foxydivaxx]

Fate Actor AU

I am literally on a roll with these xD. Like these ideas keep popping up every time.

- This show was also produced and directed by Jonathan Joestar. Yeah Jonathan is the King of anime shows xD.

- This show has the most culturally diverse cast

- Gilgamesh is actually Turkish, well part Turkish part Iranian. He was born and raised in Istanbul and he and Eren Jaeger were best friends and neighbours since childhood

- They both promised each other that no matter what they would both make it in the entertainment industry and be successful and famous. Their wish came true years later and the two of them always talk about it in interviews

- Altoria is actually British like her character, Iskandar is from Greece, Lancelot is American, Hercules is actually South American, Medusa is from France, Emiya is Japanese but was raised in Italy, Cu is from Denmark, Diarmuid is also Dannish, Gilles is from France, The Hassans are all from Saudi Arabia, Medea is from Greece. Enkidu is Turkish as well

- Everyone speaks their national language at times and they kind of understand each other

- Everyone agrees that Kirei is the worst cook whilst Emiya is the best

- Gilgamesh is different from his character in the sense that he is an actual chill dude though he can be tsundere xD

- He got tummy aches from the laughs

- Speaking of the laughs, he did several takes because he just could not stop laughing and that is because Altoria always says something to make him laugh

- He respects Altoria a lot and is protective of her much to everyone’s amusement

- Altoria likes Gilgamesh and teases him a lot

- The gang always swap stories about their upbringing and whatnot

- Everyone is protective of the younger Masters like Ritsuka, Tine and Hakuno

- Kirei and Gilgamesh often play chess on set and often ask Tokiomi to hang with them

- Rin is Tokiomi’s real life daughter plus she plays both Ishtar and Ereshkigal plus herself

- Her bickering with Gilgamesh when in Ishtar mode makes everyone laugh

- Sakura plays a handful of characters as well as Shirou

- There was a character so many Turks requested for for years to be added to Fate Grand Order- Sultan Mehmed the Conqueror

- Jonathan always wanted to add this character but could not think of someone to play this character until Gilgamesh suggested one name: Eren Jaeger

- Jonathan was skeptical at first till he saw Eren did a reading for him. Plus seeing Eren in full costume complete with the signature turban and giving off some Gilgamesh-esque vibes helped

- Eren loved playing his character and thanked Gilgamesh for helping him land the role

- The segments involving the Sultan and Gilgamesh were considered hilarious as the dynamic between those two is similar to the one Gilgamesh has with Ozymandias and Iskandar. Only difference is that these two always bicker xD.

- Eren’s signature Mehmed laugh is similar to Gilgamesh’s laugh and he too got tummy aches from excessive laughter xD

- Ozy is a proud Egyptian and gave the casta t our of Egypt alongside the Egyptian servants

-Nitocris always gets nervous whenever she shoots a scene

- Cleopatra once got severe burns on set thanks to some skincare product she bought and had to be taken to the hospital for treatment

- Caesar eats a lot and Cleo worries about his health

- Speaking of Ozymandias and Iskandar, the both of them plus Arthur, Eren and Gilgamesh hang out off-set and often get into prank wars on set with Jeanne Alter, Altoria, Ushiwakamaru, Rin and Sakura

-Jeanne and Jeanne Alter are twins

- Nursery Rhyme and Jack the Ripper always play outside with the other kids from other sets

- Gilgamesh wishes to settle down soon. Altoria always nags him to go get a girlfriend and she and Enkidu have tried setting up blind dates for him. Truth is Gilgamesh is in love with someone and it is not Enkidu or Altoria or even Ozymandias as many suspect. People suspect Eren because one story about them getting it on onset. Both have neither denied nor confirmed it.

- Hercules is such a gentle giant and everyone loves and cares for him, plus he talks normally

- All the Roman servants often annoy the Turks on set who chase after them every time

- Nero always gives everyone chocolate every single Valentine’s Day

- Elizabeth is an actual good singer and was confused as to how to sing badly for her character

- Camille and the vampiric servants drink wine a lot and often invite Dio over for a chat

- The Jojo set is close to the Fate set so the Jojo cast often visits

- The younger servants love playing hide and seek on set and also tag. The young Jojo kids join in the fun.

- One of the highlights every evening is that everyone from the Jojo, Fate and other related sets come out and sit by a bonfire and start talking about life. The older folks give the younger ones advice.

- Snowball fights ahoy

- Everyone calls Jonathan either Jojo or dad

- There was a lot of fight and stunt training for the entire cast, something they all enjoyed

- Gilgamesh likes the whole concept of the show which was why he agreed to it in the first place

- Medea always forgets her lines

- Illya likes messing with Hercules’s hair

- Everyone plays the different versions of themselves

- Ashiya Douman is the resident troll on set

- Gilgamesh did not like the armour at first due to how bulky it was but he soon got used to it and ended up liking it