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sweetellafontaine · 6 months

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((Polaris)) 💗 Someday | Harriet [18 Aug 2019] ((Do not reply))

She was beginning to feel the weight of summer. Summer meant no classes, it meant working at the magic laundry and working on the household. The Fontaine mansion wasn’t built for one person to do all the work, yet that was exactly how the household was arranged. And all of it was put on Ella Fontaine, who, if her father had not remarried, would be the master of the mansion.

After her shift at the magical laundry, she barely could stand on her feet. Blisters prevented her from moving quickly, and she barely could bite back her tears.

“Someday, I will find my happiness.” She whispered to herself in a weak attempt to cheer herself up, she found herself sitting down on the pavement removing a shoe to see the damage on her feet. It was worse than she imagined. And she sighed. “When will kindness repay me, mother?” She whispered to herself, surprised to see a butterfly landing before her. She decided to dry her tears and put back her shoes but got started to see she no longer was alone.

“Oh, I apologize.” She kindly smiled before offering the other a bow.

Like a bear emerging from hibernation, Harriet stumbles out of some hole in the wall basement apartment. She recoils against the sun, pulling her sunglasses tighter against her face as she starts in the direction of home.

Too preoccupied with thoughts of Advil and her bed, she doesn’t notice the moping wad on the sidewalk until the girl speaks. “Don’t worry about it,” she says, hurrying past her only to pause two steps later. Wrinkling her nose, mouth agape, she twists around on the spot. “Hey, what day is it?”

She was used to being unnoticed at home, but outside people tended to give her as much as a hello. Yet, she wouldn’t allow her heart to feel heavy and smiled. “It is Tuesday, Miss.” She smiled politely. “Do you need to be somewhere? I can give you directions if you need to?”

“Fuck yes,” she says, throwing her head back and fist-pumping with both arms. That had been one hell of a bender, and for a second, she questioned her sense of time. It’s not Wednesday. She isn’t working later, thank God. Of course, Mads probably would have switched shifts with her. “No, thanks, just having a bit of trouble transitioning back to sober. Nothing matters and everything makes sense when you’re high, you know? Or not…you’re giving off a strong ‘somebody just killed your puppy’ vibe.”

The woman in front of her showed her quite some interesting expressions, it made Ella feel a bit curious about the other. “Oh, if you are experiencing some headaches I can advise you to drink water and eat. If you get hydrated chances are likely that your headache will worsen over the day, and that’s no good.” She smiled. She was not the type to take any sort of drugs, if anything her high came from doing good to others. “I just had a lot of pain in my feet, that is all. But thank you for your concern.” She offered the woman a kindhearted smile. “Oh, I do not wish to take too much of your time, you did seem to be in a hurry after all. I do wish you a wonderful day.”

Now that the blonde mentions eating, she could use a proper, ‘something other than pizza’ meal. There’s also her gut telling her this girl could use a friend today. And Harriet is always eager to make new friends. She looks around, lips pursed and sees a restaurant across the street. Her bed, excited as she is to collapse into it, can wait for a little longer. With a smile, she raises her brows at the girl. “Are you hungry?”

“I’m a little bit, yes.” She smiled. “Are you inviting?” She cocked her head, smiling from ear to ear. “I could use a bite, I probably won’t get much to eat at home, considering I’m already late. Perhaps I’m lucky and my stepsisters aren’t home and dragged my stepmother along.” She pondered for a moment. The next words were nothing but a faint whisper. “Either way I’m getting punished, so I might just get something nice to eat.”

With that, she put her shoe back on. “Let’s go, I’ll pay.”

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#💗 Someday | Harriet [18 Aug 2019]#[Starter001]#[18 Aug 2019]#[A fragment of my past - Harriet]#[I’ll never stop dreaming -Ella Fontaine]#.Ella Fontaine #abuse tw

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writtenwcrdbcbes · 9 months

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She was beginning to feel the weight of summer. Summer meant no classes, it meant working at the magic laundry and working on the household. The Fontaine mansion wasn’t built for one person to do all the work, yet that was exactly how the household was arranged. And all of it was put on Ella Fontaine who, if her father had not remarried would be the master of the mansion.

After her shift at the magical laundry, she barely could stand on her feet. Blisters prevented her from moving quickly, and she barely could bite back her tears.

“Oh, I apologize.” She kindly smiled before offering the other a bow.

Her heart broke for the young girl before her. She could see the pain she was in and it took all her will not to audibly gasp when she saw the damage to her feet.

“No need to apologize sweetie” she said approaching her and taking a seat next to her. “I have some things that will help with the pain and the healing with the wounds if you’d like them.” Persephone offered “Don’t worry, they’re herbal remedies” she added to reassure her.

“I couldn’t leave you like this, it’s not in my nature”

A soft smile came on her lips as she noticed the woman’s concern. She wasn’t used any longer to have people worry about her. Not with the abuse she faced at home, and the tiredness that came from working each and every day. She tried to smile through the pain, as she did every day. But the sudden kindness really made her eyes sting, and she had to swallow to get rid of the choking feeling that had built up in her throat.

“I’m glad someone as kind as you blessed my day.” She could genuinely chuckle and smile now. And felt genuinely happy at the moment. “It’s been a long one.” And more work awaited her when she got home. She hoped she could manage her chores without fainting, if that were to happen she wouldn’t know how severe her punishment would be. Perhaps it would be better to rest a tiny bit, and brace the punishment for being late.

Yet, a part of her wondered. How long until she would be free?

#persephone001 #Someday: Ella #Someday: Persephone #prehappiestplace: polarishq #Ella004

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inevitablemoment · 2 years

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So, I can write almost 2.5k words for my Bonnie & Clyde!Ellex AU, but I can only get 983 words for my Frank and Lucy wedding fic?!

#Fanfic and Fandom #Ella Says Shit #I hate myself #I have until almost 2 tomorrow or the draft gets deleted from AO3 #Someday They'll Go Down Together #Wherever Love Takes Me

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rpsquad · 2 years

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Stars at Dawn - Part One

3.5K Words, 10 Pages; TW for (probably inaccurate) portrayal of homelessness as well as minor racism(?); Note: This is the first in what will hopefully be a series of short snippet stories about Wren's life. He's in for quite a time, both good and bad. Even if it's mostly bad in this one... enjoy?

“That’s enough, Wren. No more bedtime stories tonight.” Papa smiled and reached out to tousle Wren’s hair, but he ducked away, “It’s time for little demons to go to bed.”

Wren whined, hands latched onto his father’s shirt as he did, “No, c’mon Papa, please?” He stuck out his bottom lip as he looked pleadingly at his father, “Sing the lullaby, promise I’ll go to sleep after.”

Papa sighed, shifting on his knees, “Alright, alright, just the one time.” Wren laid down, curling on his side, and his father tucked the blankets up further. He yawned quietly, and his nose scrunched up in annoyance. Slowly, starting with a hum, Papa began to sing:

“Hush, little one, don't say a word

Papa's gonna fly with you like a bird,

And if the clouds don't part for us,

Papa's gonna light a fire for us

And if that fire for us burns low

Papa's gonna get you a fair meadow

And if that meadow withers and dies

Papa's gonna give you some crystal ice

And if that crystal ice melts ‘way

Papa'll love you for the rest of his days”

Wren was fast asleep before his father even finished.

—

“Wren!” Papa yelled, shaking him awake. Wren blinked awake. Papa looked like he had just woken up as well. There was some… noise outside, but Wren couldn’t tell what it was. Wren’s father picked him up off the bed and began carrying Wren, “Wren, do you remember the game we were talking about the other day? The one where you get to glide off the wall?”

Wren hummed sleepily. He thought Papa didn’t like that game, and Papa had always stressed the importance of not going anywhere without him, and Papa didn’t have wings like Wren did so how was he supposed to play? But Papa was carrying him to the back door, which was right near the wall that always looked so tempting, so maybe Wren would get to play it!

The noise outside was getting louder and louder.

Papa rushed through the door and set Wren down on the stone wall. It was normally up to Wren’s eyes, but like this Wren could see all the way down into the lower district. It was a lot higher than he thought, and he’d never gilded that far, but Papa would never let him do something if it would hurt him, so Papa must have realized that Wren was really good at gliding and could do it forever.

“Wren.” Papa put his hands on Wren’s cheeks, thumbs brushing his cheekbones. His voice sounded different, like Wren’s had when he got sick last month and it felt like he couldn’t breath. “I need you to glide down there for me. Don’t turn back, not for anything. I’ll come and find you after, alright? Can you do that, starlight?”

Wren nodded even though this was sounding less and less fun. The way Papa sounded was starting to scare him, and he couldn’t remember ever being on his own for longer than a few minutes, and how was Papa going to find him after? Wren realized suddenly that Papa didn’t even look happy, instead he looked stressed like he sometimes did after coming home or when a bunch of demons tried to talk to them in the market.

But Papa said it would be fine, so it would be, right? Wren would glide all the way down and prove he was really good, and Papa would come find him immediately and it would be lots of fun. Wren nodded again and stood up on the wall, arms outstretched.

“Are you watching Papa?” Wren asked, looking back at Papa. He could barely see him over his wings, all stretched and spread out so he was ready to glide.

“You’re going to do so great, Wren.” Papa said back. Wren thought he saw Papa turn around, but he couldn’t have, because Papa had to look at Wren to see how well he could glide. Wren turned back and got ready to jump.

The sound of wood shattering and demons cheering rang through the night.

Papa sucked in a breath behind him, “Now! You have to go now, Wren.” Wren did what was told without thinking. He jumped forward and stretched his wings all the way out to catch the air in them like Papa was always saying. Wren grinned and laughed as he soared forward like a bird, and a rush of hot air came up behind him and lifted him up, and up, and up. Wren looked behind him to see what caused that and-

And his house was burning.

—

Wren ran through the streets. Papa had to be here somewhere, looking for Wren to take them both home. He was just having a hard time finding Wren, so now Wren needed to go find Papa instead, that was all.

Maybe Papa was lost? These streets were really confusing. They certainly all looked the same to Wren, and he had been walking around for a while now. It reminded Wren of one of the stories Papa liked to tell Wren, about this big dark maze that no light shone in at all until a hero came and saved everyone in the maze and brought them light.

… there’d been a special name for the maze in the story, but for some reason Wren couldn’t remember what it’d been. Maybe Papa would know when Wren found him.

—

Wren started calling out to Papa, because then Papa would be able to hear him too and then he’d find him even faster, but then the demons walking around with spears and torches started yelling at Wren.

When they yelled at Wren, they swung their torches around, flames trailing through the air.

Wren stopped yelling.

—

Wren gripped the front of his shirt, so hard it was starting to hurt. His stomach hurt even more though. Wren hadn’t eaten anything since dinner with Papa, and now the sun was straight up in the sky, which Papa said meant it was the middle of the day.

His stomach gave another loud rumble, and Wren kept walking through the market. There were bunches of stalls out with all sorts of things. Everyone kept giving Wren weird looks, but no one yelled at him as long as he walked to the side, so he didn’t mind.

Suddenly, there was a crash and a bunch of people started shouting. Wren looked over to see a group of boys run by with fruit filling their arms. The owner of the fruit stall Wren had passed earlier was yelling after them, and some of the demons with spears were running after the boys.

Wren felt something bump his foot, and when he looked down, there was an apple. Carefully, he picked it up. It was still bright red where it hadn’t gotten dust on it, and it was big enough that Wren had to hold it with both hands. It looked so, so good, but Papa had always told Wren that stealing was bad and he’d get in lots and lots of trouble if he did. Just like those boys probably.

… but it didn’t seem like anyone had seen Wren pick up the apple, and he was super hungry. The shopkeeper wouldn’t miss just one apple, right? And Papa wouldn’t want Wren to starve more than he wouldn’t want Wren to steal, so that had to make it okay.

Wren took a bite.

—

The streets changed a lot when the sun went down and the stars came out instead. All the neat looking market stalls packed up and went away, and instead everyone went inside. Wren was pretty sure most people went to sleep, like they had on his street, but some demons seemed really excited that it was night time and were really loud about it.

Wren didn’t really understand that. Night time was the time to sleep, which was boring. Why would anyone be excited to sleep?

The demons with torches seemed to really not like the loud people though. Maybe they just hated noise?

Wren didn’t understand a lot of things here. He hoped Papa would find him soon.

—

Wren woke up in the empty crate he’d found with chattering teeth, even though he’d wrapped his wings around himself like a blanket. Papa’d said they’re as big and fluffy as any blanket, which Wren thought might mean they would keep him nice and warm at night even without a blanket.

Maybe, if he was lucky, Papa had saved Wren’s favorite blanket and would have it when he came and got Wren.

—

Wren wandered through the market again. He was looking for Papa, because there were lots of demons here, so maybe Papa would be one of them. But Wren was just so hungry, because he hadn’t eaten anything but that apple and some water, and he hadn’t even been supposed to eat that. Wren didn’t want to steal anything again, because even after he’d eaten the apple he’d felt really bad for a long time and it felt like the guards were going to come and chase him for eating it, and he didn’t know what happened if they caught him.

But maybe he wouldn’t have to steal any apples at all. Maybe the shopkeeper was nice and would let him have just one if he asked nicely enough. They had a lot of apples after all, not to mention all of the other fruits they were selling.

Wren walked up to the stall, hands fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. It had gotten all dirty from sleeping in his crate, but Wren hadn’t brought any others with him. Wren looked up at the shopkeeper with his saddest eyes, the ones that almost always worked on Papa. He opened his mouth to speak but-

“Beat it, street rat. I don’t do handouts.” They said, not even looking at Wren. The tone of their voice was so mean though, and when they did actually look down at Wren, it was like their face was made of stone.

Wren ran away.

—

How was he supposed to eat if no one would give him any food?

Wren watched a couple of other boys who wandered around with eyes almost as hungry as he felt, and when they struck, he grabbed something too.

—

Wren continued to watch the market, day after day, but Papa’s kind blue eyes still didn’t appear.

He was starting to wonder if they ever would.

—

It was cold. It was so, so cold. Wren had seen some demons light fires to keep themselves warm.

Wren didn’t light any fires.

—

Wake up.

Look for Papa.

Eat.

Look for Papa.

Eat. (Maybe. If he was lucky.)

Sleep.

(And again)

—

Wren looked down at the crowds of people with dull eyes. He’d found a building with a big stack of boxes the other day, and if he was careful he could climb up. Most of the time no one even saw him, too busy looking through the stalls or talking or whatever else other demons did with their days.

It had been a lot of days since Wren had gotten to do things like that. He couldn’t remember how many it was though. He must have lost track.

—

Wren was sitting at the back of an alleyway, digging into a piece of bread he’d just snatched from someone's basket. He’d gotten better and better at taking things without being noticed, and the rewards had gotten pretty good too. A whole big piece of bread, no yucky green or black spots anywhere. It wasn’t warm like Wren remembered the best bread being at the bakery Papa took him too, but it was still pretty good.

Wren had been looking down at his bread so he could be careful about eating it (he tried his best to never let any crumbs fall), but he heard someone walking on dirt so he looked up and saw two boys. They were definitely older than Wren, but they were smiling, so maybe they would be nice. Even though they were looking right at Wren and walking towards him.

(He’d tried talking to some of the other boys he’d seen around before. They hadn’t been very nice.)

“Hey kid.” One of them said. His smile got bigger, but for some reason it didn’t make Wren feel good.

“... hello.” Wren mumbled back, closing his hands around his bread and hugging it against his chest.

The one that hadn’t spoken whispered in the other boy’s ear, but even when Wren tried really hard he couldn’t figure out what he was saying. They looked kind of.. Annoyed. But they wouldn’t smile if they were annoyed, would they? Had Wren annoyed them? He hadn’t done anything but sit really, he didn’t know why that would annoy anyone.

“Give us your bread.” The boy finally said, eyes staring straight down at where Wren was holding the bread he had gotten. Wren blinked and a small noise of confusion slipped out.

The other boy must have not liked that much, because he made a really mean face and stomped forward, “Give us the bread or we’ll take it from you, you stupid half-blooded brat.”

Wren flinched and held the bread closer to himself, even if he was probably squashing it. He didn’t care, as long as these mean boys didn’t get it. Wren shook his head hard enough that it kind of hurt, “Nu-uh. It’s mine, I’m keeping it. I’m gonna eat it.”

One of the boys looked at the other, and then they both looked down at Wren together. They suddenly looked even meaner than before, like he was a rat or a piece of trash instead of a boy just like them.

“I think this half-blood brat needs to be taught a lesson, eh?” One of them said, and his smile got bigger, even though Wren was pretty sure now it wasn’t a smile at all.

…

Wren didn’t get to eat the bread.

—

Wren panted as he ran through the street, the dried meat clutched close to his chest as he tried to outrun the guards chasing him. He was usually so good and they didn’t chase him, but Wren hadn’t been able to walk away from the meat stand without taking something, it all just looked so good.

The guards that had been standing there hadn’t liked that much.

“Come back here you little shit!!” Wren looked behind him to see if the guards were catching up to him, and he nearly stumbled and fell when he realized how close they were. They were way, way too close. Wren turned back and quickly turned sideways to avoid running straight into someone. That wouldn’t help him be faster at all.

Wren gasped for air. He was already so tired, and they were running faster than him already. He looked around desperately as he ran, and then ducked into an alleyway with tons of boxes in it. He dived into one of the open ones without thinking, already praying to whatever deity cared to listen that the guards wouldn’t find him.

“Hey! What are you doing?” A voice said, right next to Wren’s ear.

There was someone already in here.

Wren winced as he landed half on the other demon, a bony knee hitting against his side. They both scrambled to untangle themselves, and Wren saw flashes of light green hair in the process. Mostly right in his face, and far too close to his mouth. He didn’t want any weird kid’s hair in his mouth.

Suddenly, some boots stomped by. They both froze, though Wren was pretty sure the guards had already heard them moving around. The guards had clearly stopped right outside their hiding spot, and there where only so many spots for Wren to have hidden, they were going to find him, and, and-

The other kid crawled forward, detangling themselves as they did. Wren tried to pull them back, but they shook him off easily, instead stopping to stare up at the guards just outside of where he could reach them. Wren watched them numbly, realizing that the demon about to turn him in to the guards just a few steps away was a girl with long, light green hair. She looked old enough that she probably bordered on being a teenager, not that it mattered. She opened her mouth to speak, and Wren closed his eyes and crowded himself as far back as he could, his wings protesting as they were squashed against the wood.

“Are you looking for someone?”

Wren could feel all the air leave his lungs. The girls had sounded completely clueless, with just a touch of curiosity, despite the fact that he knew that she knew the guards were looking for him. What was she even doing?

“Maybe you can help us, little girl.” One of the guards said, voice full of false sweetness. They were never that nice unless they wanted something. “We’re looking for a little boy, about this tall. He’s got black hair and wings. Have you seen him?”

Wren bit his lip, opening his eyes again to look around. Maybe he could find a way to escape? Running past the guards probably wouldn’t work, even if they were surprised, but he could… break out through the opposite side? And probably go directly into a wall. Wren frowned. What if he-

“No, I’m sorry. I haven’t seen anyone like that.” Wren looked over to see the girl shake her head, staring up at the guards with big, pleading blue eyes. Wren’s own eyes widened as he realized what she was doing. She was hiding him from the guards, even after he’d kind of jumped on her by accident and led them right to her hiding spot, “I’ll let you know if I do?”

The guards made some annoyed noises as they stomped away, probably to go look for him somewhere else. The girl looked back at him, and then carefully scooted back inside the box again. It was a bit small for them both, but it was doable at least. Wren hadn’t seen anything on the outside saying what had held before it was empty, but it must have been big.

“... why’d you do that?” Wren mumbled after a moment, watching the girl carefully. She was very still and quiet, but Wren hadn’t met anyone friendly since he’d landed down on these streets. He didn’t see why this girl would be an exception.

The girl shrugged, more graceful looking than Wren had thought a shrug could look, “I don’t think anyone likes those guys very much. Besides each other, at least.” Her voice was quieter now that she wasn’t acting for the guards, but in a way that sounded much more real than the fake innocent one she’d used before, “Anyway, you’re just a little kid. It’d be pretty awful of me to turn you in considering you’re what, seven?”

Wren bristled, “I’m not seven, I’m nine!” He argued, ignoring the fact that he probably wasn’t yet. It would only be a month(or two, or three, or maybe five) until his birthday anyways, “It’s not like you’re some big adult, you’re a kid too.”

The girl looked at him for a second, and then started laughing, “It wasn’t meant to be an insult. I was just pointing it out.” She’d been smiling, but it faded away as she looked down at the ground, “I mostly just don’t like how they’ll hunt down anyone, no matter if they really deserve it or not.”

“.. Okay.” Wren said lamely. He shifted, moving towards the entrance as he tried to free his wings from the uncomfortable position they’d been stuck in. The silence between them felt heavy, like a thick blanket had been draped over them.

Wren looked outside, considering his options. He began to slowly nibble on the dried meat he’d gotten, only remembering it was there when he’d begun to fidget with his hands. He could leave, but those guards could still be looking for him, and then he’d be in real trouble. Or he could try to stay here, but then he’d have to stay with this weird girl, who had been nice, but there was no way to tell if she’d stay that way.

“I’d stay put if I were you.” The girl said. Wren looked at her, startled. It was like she’d read his mind. “I can see you eyeing outside. I’m pretty sure it’s going to rain soon, and even if it’s still warm right now, it won’t be at night. You’ll catch something.”

Wren hummed. She was probably right, even if he didn’t like it. It was really cloudy, and he’d overheard some adults saying earlier that they thought it was going to rain too. His wings always got super heavy in the rain and took forever to dry again. It was like dragging two giant bags of sand around everywhere. But here, he’d probably stay mostly dry.

“Okay.” Wren nodded, scooting back until he was back against a wall of the crate again.

The girl watched him quietly and then turned her head to look outside instead, “My name’s Aya. What’s yours?”

Wren rubbed the tip of his nose, looking down at what was left of the dried meat, “I’m Wren.”

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woso-dreamzzz · 4 months

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Alessia Russo x Child!Reader

Summary: You want to be like your sister

It was obvious to just about everybody that you were the happy little accident of the family. Your brothers and sister were so much older than you, with jobs of their own while you were just starting school.

No one liked to call you a mistake though it was certainly the word that went through everyone's mind when they saw you and Alessia standing next to each other.

It was the word that everyone in the England team was thinking of the moment Alessia showed up to camp with you by her side. You were settled easily on her hip as you aimlessly sucked your thumb, no matter how many times your sister pulled it from your mouth.

It wasn't exactly the plan that you would come with Lessi to camp but Mummy and Daddy had to go away and Luca and Gio were too busy to look after you so Lessi was the last choice.

Lessi's your absolute favourite. Mummy and Daddy say it's mean to have favourites but you don't really care. Gio and Luca can stick together because they're boys and you'll stay with Lessie because you're girls.

You want to be like Lessi when you're older and you want to do everything she does.

You didn't use to see Lessi a lot when she played for United but she plays for Arsenal now so you see her a bit more regularly. Lessi's your biggest idol and she doesn't smell bad like your brothers do so you like to be with her all the time.

"Alright," She says, smoothing down your hair," Do we want laces or velcro?"

You look at the two shoe options she's showing to you. You look between them, biting at your lip as you swing your feet back and forth.

"What're you wearin'?"

"Well, I've got laces."

"I want laces!"

Lessi laughs. "Of course you do." She slips the shoes onto your feet and double knots your laces because you're still a bit too little to do them by yourself. You're learning though because Lessi can tie her laces by herself so you're going to learn too.

Alessia's big and tall as she leads you by the hand down to the gym. You want to be big and tall like Lessi too someday and you lean easily into her side as you walk.

"Well, looks like the smallest member of the squad has arrived." Ella's the one speaking and you wave at her. Ella's Alessia's adult best friend so you need to be nice to her. You're Lessi's proper best friend though because she tells you that all the time but you still have to be nice to Ella because Lessi will get sad if you don't.

So, you smile and wave at Ella as Lessi sets you up at the machine she's about to use. It looks very big and complicated but Alessia knows what she's doing because she loads some weights onto it and starts pulling on a rope thing to lift it up and down.

You circle the machine suspiciously, looking at all angles as Lessi takes big, deep breaths as she pulls, releases and then pulls again.

You kind of want to try and you reach your hand up to grab onto it too.

Alessia smiles fondly at you but removes your hand. "Sorry, tesoro. You can't help me."

You frown at that. "Why?"

"Because I have to do this by myself."

"Why?"

"So I can get stronger."

"I can get stronger like you too!"

Alessia's still smiling at you. "You're only little, tesoro. Maybe when you're older."

You don't like that answer. If you wait too long then maybe Alessia won't like you anymore. You don't want her to not like you.

Your bottom lip wobbles and she sighs.

"Hey," She says," How about this? I left my bottle over there by Mary. It's pretty heavy and I need a strong girl to go and grab it for me."

You turn to look where she's pointing. It's one of those big bottles that holds a gallon or something and it's sitting on the floor by where Mary's working out.

"I'm a strong girl," You say and Lessi laughs.

"I know you are. Can you go and grab it for me?"

You nod. You make to run off to grab it before you backtrack so you can give Lessi a hug and a kiss.

You weave your way through the gym before scaring the socks off Mary when you suddenly just appear and start dragging Lessi's water bottle away with you.

"Jesus," She says, placing a hand on her chest," You need to stop popping up like that. You scared the hell out of me."

"Sorry," You say, straining as you drag the bottle with you.

"Do you need some help?"

"No!" You say quickly, puffing out your chest," I'm a strong girl like Lessi. I can do it myself."

"Alright then," Mary says," Off you go then."

You kind of think this is like what Lessi's doing on the machine. She's pulling on something with weight and now you're pulling on something with weight.

So, technically, you are copying Lessi. You like that. You're too little to use the machine but you're not too little to copy the exercises Lessie does.

She's beaming as you come back, dragging the bottle the whole length of the gym towards her. She rewards you with a kiss on the head and half a chocolate bar.

You get tired pretty quickly when Lessi sends you off to do other things that mimics what she's doing on the machines. You wish you were big enough like Lessi to use them but you think doing these little errands makes up for it.

It gets you very tired though and suddenly you can't copy Lessi anymore. You wish you could but you're very tired out so you just kind of sit down with her as she finally goes through some stretches.

You crawl between her legs and rest you head against her shoulder.

Lessi's hands come up to adjust you so you're settled nicely in her lap as she chatters away to Maya and Ella. She's managed to keep stretching around you and you just let yourself sag against.

"I think someone needs a nap," Maya says pointedly and, even though you're exhausted, you still hear her perfectly.

"No," You grumble to Lessi," No nap."

"I think it would help," Lessi says.

You shake your head. "No. Are you nappin'?"

"No."

"Then I'm not nappin'."

Lessi laughs at that before getting to her feet.

You whine when she pulls away from you, stumbling to crowd into her space again.

"Hey," She says," It's alright. I'm just stretching my legs a little."

"Stretching too," You reply softly even though you're swaying a little bit because you're sleepy.

"Come on." Lessie leans down to pick you up and you go limp in her arms. "How about that nap now?"

You shake your head and take a firm grip of her shirt. "Nap if you nap."

"Well," She says," I guess we can nap together today."

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franzkafkagf · 1 month

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ALICENT HIGHTOWER; I WANT TO SEE MY SONS AGAIN, AND HELAENA, MY SWEET GIRL.

Mother Mother – Mamma Told Me / House of the Dragon / Lady Bird / Fatima Aamer Bilal – days where my whole world is my bed / Maia Baia – Mother / Ocean Vuong – Someday I'll Love / Ella Wilson – Take care: Mothers, daughters, and inheriting self-hatred / Fatima Aamer Bilal – days where my whole world is my bed / MGMT – Kids / George R. R. Martin – A Game of Thrones / Hieu Minh Nguyen – Buffet Etiquette

#she is such a shite mother i love her so much #alicent hightower #aemond targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #helaena targaryen #house of the dragon #hotd #web weaving #parallels #comparatives #mothers #motherhood #words #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #ales.txt #welighttheway

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babsisbakery · 6 months

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The wishing well: part 1 (Grace Clinton x reader)

The lionesses were in Rome to play against Italy. It was pretty late at night but a small group wanted to explore the city by night, when all the damn tourists were hopefully asleep. Only Grace, Alessia, Ella, Mary and Beth agreed to join your trip. You told them to meet in front of the hotel.

As Grace and you were about to leave your shared room, you saw a staff member at the end of the corridor. His back was facing you but you knew if he discovered your plans, he would stop them right away as it wasn’t allowed to be out by this time. Subsequently, you closed the door without making a noise. Grace shot you a confused look. “Steve is out there, we can’t go out right now. Let’s wait around five minutes and then proceed with the operation “Out and about”. Oh babe can you please text the girls that we will be a bit late?” She answered by placing a delicate kiss on your forehead.

While waiting for those minutes to pass, you hugged your girlfriend tightly. Arms around her waist and hers around your shoulders. In your opinion Gracie gave the best hugs ever. They felt comforting, soothing and gave you a sense of belonging, finally finding your true home. Additionally, she always smelled of honey, cinnamon and freshly baked cookies, you were sure if there was an actual Amortentia potion out there yours would contain her fragrance. After a stressful day, going to your limits on the training ground and recording some stuff for the lionesses you were exhausted. In the middle of your hug, you realized, all you needed to steady yourself in excruciating times was your Gracie. As you like to state: One Gracie hug a day keeps the therapist away. Also this mini trip would clear your head for the following day.

A notification on your phone pulled you out of your bubble. Beth inquired when you’ll be at the meeting spot. It seemed that time flew by pretty quickly in your shared hug, as it had been 7 minutes. Thus grabbing your purse quickly, taking Grace’s hand and checking if someone was in the corridor. The coast was clear. Luckily the elevator was at your floor cause you weren’t in the mood to sprint down 6 of them.

The group settled for a simple walk to the Trevi Fountain. Everyone fell into a light chatter, updating each other about their life. For instance, Grace's first call up to the senior squad.

You remember that day vividly, you were so euphoric for her. Finally joining you. She couldn’t contain her smile the whole evening, it made your heart swell with love. You couldn't have been prouder of her, she improved so much as a player. She deserved the spot. Besides you’d wished for her to be in the squad, to share every win together and not just Grace watching you. It felt more special with her being by your side and you by hers. Also sharing a room with your girlfriend was something you were looking forward to for a while now, since you haven't moved in yet. Moreover, you wouldn't forget the night activities you did, you were celebrating after all.

Before you knew it you had arrived at the famous fountain. Extra for this occasion you brought some coins with you. It had its function as a wishing well. You didn't really believe in this but it was worth a shot. Maybe your wish would really come true.

Separating from the group you went towards the Terie fountain. What you didn't notice was Mary whispering something into your girlfriend's ear. Mary was always up for some shenanigans. No harm done in including Grace into it right? She’d of course film the whole spectacle as she’d show it tomorrow to the others.

As you stood with your front facing the fountain you thought of your one genuine wish. Your dream. To spend the rest of your life with the woman you want to call your wife someday, the woman you want to share a house with, little replicas of her running around in it. To just be forever with Grace. Just as you threw the coin, you felt arms on your side. This feeling didn't last long.

Everything seemed to move in slow motion around you, the shocked faces of Alessia and Ella, Mary’s astonished look as she didn't believe Grace would actually do it but she for sure was proud of her. Beth was preoccupied taking pictures, definitely sending them later to Viv. Such a nice way to save this moment forever. You’d never expect Grace to have the audacity to push you into the fountain. You fell on your hands to prevent a head injury. Being underwater made you see how many coins were on the bottom of the fountain, you’d probably make a fortune from them. As you rose over the water it reached to your chest (lets pretend its actually this deep). After checking up on you, your teammates bursted out laughing. “Ha ha very funny guys.” “Y/n you should have seen your face while falling down”, Mary continued to laugh but tried to hold it in to finish her sentence “ I’ll never let you live it down. It was hilarious.” A sarcastic response was your reply “ Glad you found it oh so entertaining.” Fake smile plastered on your face. “Now get me out of here before I catch a cold.”

“Oh right my love, let me give you a hand.” “You are in so much trouble Grace, no cuddles for you tonight.” This sentence wiped her smile off her face. “Wha- but you you can't do this.” “Should have thought about this before pushing me in.”, you took her outstretched hand. But what Grace didn't know was that you were bluffing, there was no way you’d fall asleep without her body pressed against yours, which is why you had to come up with another clever idea (noooo harry potter reference ofc) to punish her. So thanks to your quick thinking , you pulled on her hand. Resulting in Grace following you into the fountain. Fair and square, both of you were wet now. “Omg youuuu did not” Grace exclaimed after rising to the surface. “Ohh but I did, serves you right babe.”

Beth had to interfere, taking up the mother role, “Girls we have to get going, chop chop, get out of the water.” Your girlfriend let out a huff. “I didn’t plan on taking a swim here Meado.” Beffy just shot her a warning glance, which caused the midfielder to close her mouth. Seeing Grace’s dim expression you placed a delicate kiss on her cheek, in return you received a bright smile. She was a sucker for your kisses.

After pulling yourself out of the fountain you changed your plans. Grace and you would get sick if you didn’t return this instant. So you opted out to revisit the city tomorrow with fresh clothes. On your way to the hotel, you and Gracie try to obtain as much physical contact as possible, to stay warmer. "Kiddo i can't believe you honestly pulled this but i loved it." Mary patted Grace on the back. Grace puffed out her chest a bit. She was proud of herself, fitting right in with the other lionesses. Knowing Ella and Alessia from Manchester, she had two sister figures by her side. You of course as her girlfriend, now Mary as her accomplice for her shenanigans and Beth as her second mum figure. She found herself a new home.

You were extremely tired from the stroll, opting to head to bed as soon as you arrived in your room. Quickly grabbing a set of pyjamas and changing into it, Grace does the same. Waiting patiently for Gracie to join you in bed to give you your special good night kiss. It was sensual and everything your heart desired. The rest of the night is spent in dreamland while being cuddled up.

Luckily you hadn’t caught a cold the next morning. Your fir0st training with your girlfriend couldn’t come quicker.

#woso #fem reader #woso x reader #woso imagine #england lionesses #engwnt #grace clinton #x reader #lionesses #alessia russo #mary earps #ella toone #beth mead

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Ella being fascinated with the idea that baby Narfi is in her mom’s tummy because she doesn’t quite understand but she loves it nonetheless & talks to the tummy all the time

Tummy Talkin'

☆ The Baby Fever AU ☆

Ella feat. Loki x Y/N

Summary: Ella discovers how much fun it is, to talk to her little sibling in your tummy.

Warnings: fluuuff! pregnancy things, short talks of nightmares, Loki being the best dad ever

Word Count: 1,5k

a/n: @aagn360 thank you so much for requesting this! 🥰 It was so much fun to write! 🥰 Also, I loved bringing the lullaby back! 😁

Baby Fever Crew: Tagging y'all in the comments!

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"So, uh... My little sibling is in there, mommy?" Ella asked you, pointing at the small bump which was yours and Loki's second baby. It was sleeping time for the little girl, and you had just tucked her in - well... Halfway. She was rather sitting in her bed than laying.

Today was your turn with reading a story to her, and Ella seemingly jumped at the chance, since you had just started to show properly now.

You nodded; ran a hand through her wild black curls. "Yes, princess. Your little sibling is inside there." She literally stared at your belly; utterly fascinated. "How did she get inside your tummy?" Ella asked then; convinced that her baby sibling was going to be a girl. You smiled at the question, shaking your head. "This is just how it is. Human nature, sweetie. Just like with animals. Remember, when Tara's cat became a mommy of super sweet kittens? They were in her tummy as well." That didn't answer your daughter's question. Well, at least not precisely, but... She was still a child, and probably a bit too young for the whole truth.

Ella nodded, but frowned. "But... Mommy... What about birds? Their babies are in eggs." Welp... Good point, you thought. "That's right, Ella. It's because they aren't mammals - but you are going to learn that in school someday." To your luck, the little girl was satisfied with that answer. "Okay... I can't wait to learn it!" You smiled and leaned down to press a lingering kiss on her forehead.

"Sweetheart, it's time for your bedtime story now. It's getting late... Go, get comfy." Ella just smiled and nodded, before she laid down and got comfortable. You smiled again, pulled the covers tightly over her body; tucking her properly in. You reached for the book on her nightstand - a fairytale book, and opened it. "Now... Where were we?" You flipped through the pages, until you found the bookmark on the page where Loki had stopped yesterday. "Ah! I see..." You cleared your throat and began to read.

Ella slept in quite quickly. Only about fifteen minutes later, you tiptoed out of her room and down the hallway, to join Loki on the sofa in the living room.

"She asleep?" You nodded and plopped down on the sofa - straight into your husband's arms. "Mhm. Out like a light." Loki smiled softly - as you could see from the corner of your eyes, and pressed a kiss against your temple. "Good."

He pulled you tighter against him; cuddling you closer. "What would you wish to do with the rest of this beautiful evening, my queen?" He whispered close to your ear, causing a pleasant shiver to run down your spine. "Not much, actually. Can... Can you just cuddle me, please?"

Loki's expression went soft - which you were unable to see. "Of course, my love. Come here." The god pulled you once again closer - if that was even possible. While one arm held you securely pinned against his chest, the other arm sneaked around your hips; palm landing on your tiny baby bump. His thumb traced soft circles into the clothed skin. "Everything alright in there?" Loki asked in a low voice, with his face buried in your hair and neck. He always asked. At least once a day. Even though he knew, that you actually couldn't quite tell. One thing was certain, though... Loki couldn't wait to be able to really feel the child, which was growing in the safety of your womb.

"I'd say yes, babe." He took a deep breath, "Good. That's reassuring to know." and inhaled your scent. "I'm going to fully trust your motherly instincts in this one." You turned your head, in order to smile at him. "Me too." Your lips found his then; kissing him softly. It was a bit of an awkward angle, but that didn't stop neither you, nor Loki.

About two hours later - it was already close to midnight; the two of you were laying in bed. Loki was reading a book and you were on your phone, playing Candy Crush. It was a cosy, quiet atmosphere you and also Loki visibly enjoyed. Not for long, though... You didn't even make it to finish five levels, when you heard small footsteps outside the door of the bedroom, trying to be as quiet as possible. Ella? Why was she awake? You hadn't the time to think of it further, when a gentle knock sounded against the wooden door.

"Mommy? Daddy?" Her quiet, but audibly quivering voice caught both, you and Loki's attention. "Come in, sweetheart!" You immediately called, after sharing a slightly concerned gaze with your husband. The door opened slowly; only to reveal your shaking, little girl, clutching her blankie in her hands. Her eyes were a bit red and puffy and a tear was rolling down the apple of her cheek.

"What happened, princess?" Loki asked alarmed, putting aside his book. "Why are you crying?" Ella wiped the tear away. "Had a nightmare... Can I... Can I, uh, sleep with you?" Your expression softened. "Aw oh no, I'm sorry, sweetie. Of course, you can sleep with us." Loki nodded, "Absolutely." and already scooted over to create more space for your daughter. A small smile spread on the girl's face. She closed the door and quickly hurried over to join you and her father. But instead of laying in between the two of you, she immediately cuddled against Loki; letting herself engulfed by his strong arms. Daddy's girl, you thought with a smile. It is how it is.

Loki peppered her head with soft kisses, all the while just holding her; giving her the feeling of safety and protection. "Can you remember what it was about, princess?" Ella shook her head. "Nu.Uh." "That's good. It can't bother you further then."

A few more shed tears later, Ella had calmed down again and was way more relaxed - although couldn't sleep. Loki had an idea, though. "Shall I sing you the lullaby you always loved as a baby?" "Oh, I think that's a great idea, what do you think, sweetheart?" You agreed, smiling at your family. You had placed your phone aside by now as well. "Uh.Huh. You can try, daddy." Loki nodded. "Alright then. Let's see, if it is still able to lull you to sleep." The god cleared his throat and began to sing...

"Men trærne de danser og fossene stanser. Når hun synger, hun synger 'kom hjem'. Men trærne de danser og fossene stanser. Når hun synger, hun synger 'kom hjem'. I stormsvarte fjell, jeg vandrer alene, over isbreer tar jeg meg frem." Ella pulled the blanket she shared with her dad closer, while Loki continued the lullaby he knew so well.

"I eplehagen står møyen den vene og synger, 'Når kommer du hjem?'. Men trærne de danser og fossene stanser. Når hun synger, hun synger 'kom hjem'. Men trærne de danser og fossene stanser. Når hun synger, hun synger 'kom hjem'." He ended the song with a soft hum. With a smile, he ascertained that he was indeed successful. His lullaby had lulled someone to sleep - but not his daughter. Ella was still wide awake; was way too fascinated by the song. You had fallen asleep.

"Daddy, that was-" Loki interrupted the little with a finger on his lips, signalling her to be quiet. Ella didn't understand first, but then Loki nodded towards you. The girl turned and saw. "Ohh, mommy's asleep," she whispered, then giggled. "Your lullaby helped!" A low, quiet chuckle rumbled through the god's chest. "Indeed, princess... But unfortunately, not you. You should've been the one to drift off to dreamland, but well... I'm not complaining. Mommy needs the rest." Ella shuffled closer to you. "Because of the baby?" Loki nodded. "Mhm, exactly."

The girl's eyes were settled on your sleeping frame. You were still laying on your side, facing your husband and daughter. Your breathing deep and even. The blanket ended around your hips; leaving your upper body to the pleasantly cool air of the bedroom. Your sleep t-shirt had somehow, someway slipped up on the way; exposing your stomach. Therefore, that you laid on your side, with your hands tucked underneath your head; the small baby bump was clearly visible.

"Do you think my sibling can hear us, daddy?" Loki smiled. "Oh, I am sure of it. Try it. Go say hi." Ella squeaked up quietly, but excitedly and scooted even closer to you. She then turned, laid on her tummy. Her face now mere inches away from your stomach. Loki couldn't help but giggle, before he turned as well; joining his daughter; feet dangling over the edge of the bed.

"Hi baby," Ella whispered to your bump, "I'm your big sister. Can you hear me?" and pressed her ear against the swell of your stomach. "And?" Asked Loki curiously. The little girl's eyes widened. "Mhm! The baby says hello!" Loki smiled as well, playing of course along. "Really? Hello, baby!" Ella giggled. "Baby says hi daddy!"

Ella and Loki kept on talking to the baby, until the little girl fell asleep. Loki then maneuvered her in between you and him, and went to sleep as well.

From that day on, Ella talked to your baby bump almost on a daily basis. She loved to do it - and you thought it was just the sweetest thing ever.

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