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A Baby Sister

Note: I didn't realize it until I was writing this, but I legit gave all these men a daughter for their second child (or first or third for two of them on this). I can't believe I didn't notice, lol, I would've moved things around a little but, this is fine honestly. I tried to make it really cute and fluff, but the bonus turned a little angsty. :') The bonus is also what led to me wanting to write this. Enjoy!

Rogue is three when you and Ace have your second child, another little girl you name Ann. She’s just as tiny as her big sister was, and while Rogue has your hair, Ann looks exactly like Ace, all the way down her freckles. Ace definitely cried again when he got to hold her, hell he was crying as soon as she was born, you totally expected it though.

Rogue hated the two days she wasn’t with you, both you and Ace deciding to give her some time before you introduced her to her newborn sister, she stayed with Luffy and Sabo during the time you were in the hospital. After you’ve gone home, Ace picked her up and she refused to let him go until he got her home, when she sees you she hurries over to the couch and hugs you so tightly that you really do feel bad for having not seen her the last two days.

“Mama, I missed you!”

“I missed you too, Rogue! We’ve got a surprise for you, sweetheart.”

She brightens up hearing that, excitedly trying to ask what the surprise was while Ace brings Ann over, handing her to you before he picks up Rogue and sets her in his lap so she can see better.

“Rogue, this is your little sister, Ann.”

Rogue is beyond excited, she wants nothing more the rest of the day than to hold her sister, to the point she starts crying and Ace has to calm her down when you have to take your newborn to feed and change her. Once she has her back, Ace starts to feel a little jealous simply because he also wants to hold Ann for a while. The whole thing just makes you laugh and appreciate that you have others who want to hold her.

“At least she’s not mad about having a sister.”

Ace just pouts a bit in return. “I want to hold her too…”

Law brings your son, six-year-old Rosinante, to see and meet his baby sister the day she was born. He takes him by your hospital room first, so your son can get some time with you before seeing his new little sister, even though he’s excited to meet her. He starts getting antsy and almost begging to meet her, before you finally laugh and look at Law.

“Why don’t you take him by the nursery? I’ll be fine for a bit.”

Agreeing with your suggestion, Law gives you a quick kiss on the forehead before taking Rosi’s hand and leading him down the hall to the nursery, stopping at the window and trying to find where your daughter was in the room. Once he finds her, he picks up Rosi and points where your newborn’s nursery bed is.

“See right there? That’s your sister, she’s got the bear you picked out for her.”

Rosi’s eyes light up once he sees where she is, seeing Law is correct, the little polar bear plush he’d picked out months ago was in the corner of the bed. She’s so small! He didn’t think she’d ever be so little, even after he met some of your friends babies, they were all a few months old.

“What’s her name, dad?”

“Cora. She’s got a hat on, but she has the same hair color you and I do.”

Rosi nods while Law watches him for a minute, smiling just a bit. He had been a little concerned about how your son would react when you decided to have another child, but you were able to convince him that Rosi would be a wonderful big brother, he had Law as an example, after all. Watching Rosi over the last several months, from when he grinned and hugged you when you told him you were pregnant, to when he was happy to hear he was getting a sister, you were proven right over and over again.

After watching him for a few moments, Law presses a kiss to the top of your son’s head and looks back to your daughter.

“Cora’s going to be depending on you, all right? My sister relied on me for somethings while she was little, so do your best, and your mom and I will help you both.”

“Okay, dad,” Rosi nods, before looking back to Law, “Can I hold her?”

“Yeah, of course. We’ll go back to mom’s room and get them to bring her in.”

Having been an only child, Penguin wasn’t sure how your four-year-old daughter Wren was going to react to meeting her little sister, Ivy. Wren had seemed a bit concerned at the beginning of your pregnancy when you were sick, and didn’t have much of a reaction when you told her the baby was a girl. She barely had any interest in meeting Law’s newborn daughter a few weeks prior, running off to play with Rosi instead.

Once your second child was born, Penguin brought Wren to meet her, but after finally seeing her new sister, she refused to hold her, instead holding onto Penguin and hiding her face in his shoulder. After you bring Ivy home, Wren still isn’t interested in seeing her much, attaching herself to whichever one of you isn’t holding the new baby at the time.

Eventually, when Ivy is sleeping in her bassinet one day, Wren stands up on her tiptoes to watch her baby sister sleep. She’s still not sure about this, having a little sibling so suddenly, but she’s starting to think it’s okay, after watching you and Penguin with her the last few weeks. Wren reaches out and barely touches Ivy’s tiny hand, almost beaming when her baby sister grabs onto her finger.

You and Penguin had been watching Wren while she stared at Ivy, just making sure everything was all right, and it makes him smile at the same time when she starts to accept her new baby sister. When you lean into him, Penguin hugs you close and kisses your temple.

“I told you everything would be fine. She just needed some time.”

“Yeah, I know…you’re always right in the end.”

Having twins was a trip already, you still don’t know how Sanji convinced you to have another child. Sora and Angel were a handful at times, but now that they were five-years-old, they could do more on their own, and Sanji used that as a reason for you to go ahead and have your next baby, which ended up happening immediately. You figured it would be a few months of trying before you got a positive test but nope, first try out the gate and here comes baby number three.

You don’t mind so much once your second daughter is born, a blonde little girl you choose to name Grace, she seems so much smaller than either of the twins were despite being born full term. She’s a perfect addition to your family though, and your twins think the same when they get to meet her.

Both are pushing the other away from the nursery bed, standing on the side facing out from your hospital bed, trying to get a good look at their sister. Angel is beyond thrilled at having a baby sister, while Sora just wants to see what she looks like.

Sanji eventually goes over and lifts up Angel, telling the two to be quiet because you were sleeping, and so was baby Grace. Angel quiets when she’s able to see her little sister better, Sora following suit as he can actually see her now. The two just watch her sleep, Sanji wonders if they’re actually happy or worried about having a new baby sibling until Angel looks at him.

“Can I hold her?”

“I wanna hold her!”

“I asked first!”

“I’m older!!”

Sighing, Sanji smiles in relief, glad your twins are excited about the new baby, until she starts to cry because they’ve disturbed her with their argument about who gets to hold her first.

Keitaro has just barely turned two when you have your daughter. You never expected to have two in two, but it happened and truthfully, you weren’t upset about it when you found out you had a little girl. She’s so tiny when Zoro holds her, he's completely in love the moment he sees her. Your children were both unplanned, but you don’t think you’d change anything about how your life is going, and Zoro is the same, he's told you that multiple times.

When Keitaro properly meets her, it’s a few days after she’s born, some rule the midwives in Shimotsuki Village still follow, they wouldn’t even let Zoro be with you when you gave birth, you really had wished you were still on the Sunny this time. It’s not really a formal meeting for the two, but you think it works just fine.

Keitaro sits up on the floor by your daughter laying on a pink baby blanket that Robin had given you for her, she just somehow knew you were having a girl. Your son just stares at her for a long time, a pacifier in his mouth that doesn’t let you see what he’s really thinking. He reaches over to touch her cheek after a few minutes, a small giggle leaving his mouth when she scrunches her face and pouts in her sleep. Zoro stops him before he does it too much, placing his hand in front of your toddler’s to keep him from making her cry.

“That’s enough, you don’t want her to cry.”

Keitaro whines before pouting himself, until he squeals when Zoro lifts him up and sets him in his lap.

“Her name’s Kuina. What do you think, buddy?”

He tries to sound it out, but he’s still too little to say it correctly, the name mostly coming out as ‘Koo-na’, which makes you smile even as he starts to get frustrated and nearly cries before you gently shush him.

“Shh, it’s okay. You can just call her baby until you’re ready.”

Rubbing at his eyes, Keitaro yawns and snuggles against Zoro, part of his frustration being from needing a nap. You both watch as your children sleep quietly, glad their first meeting went well, anxious to see how the two grow up now.

Your and Corazon’s first child, a baby girl, comes along just two months after you’ve taken in and formally adopted ten-year-old Trafalgar Law, when you’re both just twenty-three yourselves. Almost overnight you have two children to take care of, though Law isn’t that interested in your daughter at first. You get it, he’s still working through the sudden loss of his parents and little sister, he calls you and your husband by nicknames, not viewing you as his parents yet but that’s fine, you don’t want to rush anything with him.

It’s why you tell Corazon not to force Law to see your daughter right away, when the boy refuses to have anything to do with her and leaves your hospital room. You��re not upset at all, you know this must be hard for him. To lose and regain a family in a matter of weeks, then have a new sister so quickly as well, it’s a lot to take in at such a young age. You know he hasn’t gone too far, probably just sitting by your door, he’s just overwhelmed, you reason to Corazon, who nearly dragged Law back when he turned to leave before running out.

“He needs time, we need to give him that.”

It’s later that day, when Corazon has left to get something for him and Law to eat, that he leaves the three of you alone, finally convincing Law to at least sit in your room instead of outside the door. You have been holding your daughter for a while, noticing that Law is quietly looking over every now and then, and it makes you smile.

“You wanna come see her? It’s okay if you don’t. I won’t force you, Law.”

He doesn’t say anything, but eventually comes over, sitting beside you to get a look at your newborn while you adjust her blanket so he can see her face better. It’s hard for you to get a read on Law sometimes, he’s already good at masking his emotions, so you give him a few minutes of watching her before you say anything.

“Her name is Evangeline. What do you think?”

“…she’s small.”

“She is! She’s got her daddy’s hair too!”

“I was hoping she’d look like you.”

That makes you laugh lightly, nodding. It probably has to do with his sister having looked like his mother, you’ve seen the few pictures he has of his family. They were both lovely, Law looks just like his father. After another moment or so, you’re surprised but happy to see him reach over and let Evangeline hold his hand, the slightest smile on his face.

“Can you do me a favor, Law? Evie is my first baby, and I know you’ve had a bit of experience with your sister…can you help me and Rosinante take care of her? She’s going to need a great big brother to watch over her.”

There’s no response for a bit, but when he nods, you’re happily relieved. You were worried that he wasn’t going to accept another change so quickly, even though you knew it would likely take a long time for him to get used to this.

When Corazon comes back, he can’t fight the smile on his face to see the three of you sleeping, Evangeline still in your arms while Law is attached to your side, holding onto your arm.

Everything is going to be fine.

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hoshigray · 7 months

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𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬, 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 | toji fushiguro

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Your ex-husband bringing the kids over for trick-or-treating is one thing; him wanting to spend the night at your place is another. But it's just for the night. There's no way one night can rekindle some old feelings...right?

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: ex-husband! Toji x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - the reader is around their mid-30s - Tsumiki (age 11) and Megumi (age 9) - mutual pining - kissing/makeout sessions - unprotected sex - Daddy kink - breast sucking + nipple play - fingering (f! receiving) - oral (f! receiving) - spooning + mating press - cervix fucking - breeding kink - praise - clitoral play (pressing and grinding) - pet names (baby, good girl, mama, princess, sweetie, sweet thing) - you and Toji have been divorced for five years - cameos: Gojo, Utahime and Mei Mei - mention of drool/spit and tears - humor bc I'm [not] funny.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 7.6k (....dawg.)

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: happy Halloween, everyone!! so, randomly missed writing ex-husband! toji bc it's lowkey my favorite, soooo yeah, this is what we're doing to celebrate the end of the month! anywho, happy October, beautiful ppl, and tysm for reading my works!! Alsooo, ty for 2.8k!!!

“Trick-or-treat!!”

“Gasp—Oh my goodness!”

“We came to celebrate Halloween! Also, Megumi forgot his toothbrush here again.”

Opening your door to children at the sunset of Halloween day isn’t out of the ordinary or anything special. However, it’s always a pleasant surprise when it’s two kids you hold dear to your heart. You greet them with a hug, two siblings you know too well to say you’re acquainted with. If anything, you’re practically family.

The raven-haired brother, referred to as Megumi, speaks up. “It’s not my fault! Dad was rushing me last time.”

“Because you had to bring your stuffed animals last time, holding us back for your baseball practice.” Tsumiki, the older sister, snapped back. The two argue amongst themselves in front of you as you try to mediate. It’s no avail until another voice comes to the fray.

“All right, chill out, you two.” The voice belonged to the person approaching the porch stairs, your eyesight capturing the familiar figure walking up with two duffle bags. The one standing tall before you was the father of the children, Toji Fushiguro. Who’s also known as your one and only former husband. “Get inside and finish y’r homework, or else we’re goin’ back home.”

The siblings stop bickering and head inside, taking off their shoes at the foyer and walking upstairs. Now that they’re gone, you turn to the man with the jet-black hair, his viridian orbs focused on you. The weather was chilly, so the man wore his usual dark denim jacket over his plain black sweatshirt, matching his jeans. “You look good, big guy. What’s in the bags?”

He greets you with a curled lip, and the scar on the side of his lip lifts. “Picked them up from their after-school sports, so it’s their sports gear and costumes for tonight. Mind helpin’ me here?”

“Hmmm,” you merge your facial expressions to that of faux pondering, turning your back to Toji. “Nah, can’t. Got dinner to finish making.”

“Hmph, should’ve known.” He makes his way through between you and the front door. “Wouldn’t wanna break your pretty nails carrying heavy shit, huh, princess?”

You glare at him using the nickname, hating his patronizing gaze. “From what I remembered, you would never let me carry the heavy stuff because you thought I was too fragile and easy to break. So how about that, Mr. Knight in Shining Armor?”

“Really? I don’t remember sayin’ all that before. You must’ve put me in a spell.”

“Probably, I’ve been told I’m quite cute~.”

“Mmm, nah, more like an old hag of a witch.” Toji barks a laugh at your offended reaction, and he immediately ducks and heads for the stairs when you throw a sandal at him.

“At the very least, say I’m a cute witch, fucker.” You say the final word under your breath, grabbing the sandal you threw and heading back to the kitchen.

To say you and Toji were acquainted with one another would be the biggest understatement of the century. The two of you met a decade ago, fell madly in love, and married within a year of the relationship. When you tied the knot, Tsumiki had to have been two years old, and Megumi just turned one year old. You two had been together for four years after that, and you could confidently say those were one of [if not THE] best years of your life. You often second-guessed yourself being in a relationship with someone who had children, fearing that they wouldn’t like you or ignore you.

However, those worries were blown right away as the days went by. Every time you spent time with the children brought you three closer than ever; it was to the point that they saw you as their mother. How sweet! And there’s no denying that Toji loved you. The man would break someone’s nose for you — yes, it happened before, and it wasn’t pretty — for you were his sweet little thing that kept him going.

Well, if it was so great, why the divorce? Let’s just say you weren’t Toji’s first love. That title would have to be awarded to the Megumi’s mother. Even in her unfortunate passing, you can tell that Toji loved that woman like no other. It didn’t make you jealous or anything, seeing the man you love still mourn for a dead woman. Hell, you’d probably do the same if you were him. But, you can’t lie; it felt like you were cast over a “shadow” when it came to her influence. It was damn near suffocating to bear, especially in those four years of marriage. So, for your sake and his aching heart, you pulled him aside and suggested a divorce. And Toji didn’t fight you on the proposition, signing the papers and setting you free from the thick air.

Although things ended between you two, that didn’t mean things stopped being what they were. If anything, it was as if nothing happened at all. Even if you still don’t live under the same roof, you still make time to hang with the Fushiguros, whether invited to some occasion or exchange phone calls or texts to check up on them. Even now, five years after your separation, it warms your heart knowing that you get to interact with the people you care about.

There are moments you find yourself missing living under the same roof with all three of them and living alone can be pretty lonely. But all in all, as long as they’re comfortable and trust you enough to be around, there’s no need to change things up again. Like right now — the four of you sit at the dinner table eating before the kids go off trick-or-treating.

“Are you going to trick-or-treat with us, Y/n?” The brown-haired child sitting next to you asks while finishing up her dinner.

“Sorry, not this time, gotta be at a Zoom meeting for my job in a few minutes. But I do have someone else to take my place. Gojo will be here at around—Why are you two making that face?” You stop mid-sentence to notice Megumi and Toji at the other side of the table, displaying disgusted facial expressions at the mention of the white-haired other’s name.

“Why him?” They said in unison.

“Why not??” You question their irritation.

“He’s so annoying…” Again, in unison. Proof enough that they’re father and son.

You sigh as you get up to take your plate to the sink. “Oh, come on, you two, it’s not like he’ll be with you guys the entire night. He has a party at a friend’s he’s going to later.”

“Isn’t he too old to trick-or-treat?” Tsumiki questions, noting that Gojo is way past his undergraduate years.

“He is, but whatever gets that prick any free sweets,” Toji answers his daughter before getting up to put his dish in the sink.

You exit the kitchen, head into the living room, and sit on the couch. The laptop you had placed there was ready to open and unlock, and you clicked on applications and windows to look through before your meeting started in the next three to two minutes. He should be here about—

DING-DONG!!

Now.

Right on cue, you motion for Toji to grab the front door, and he follows your command. “Kids, Gojo’s here!” You shout out to the two kids who still sit at the table. “When you’re done eating, you can go upstairs and put your costumes on. But whoever finishes last has to do the dishes.” You can hear commotion from the table as the brunette rushes to put her dish in the sink and dash for the stairs. Megumi groans to himself; you giggle when you hear him mutter an “Aww man…”

You pull out your headphones to connect to your laptop, put them in their respective ears, and prepare yourself for the meeting. Ignoring the faint passive-aggressive tones of your ex-husband when greeting Gojo at the door…

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Your eyes flutter open, noticing the lighting change around the living room. The orange sunlight no longer decorated the space, substituted with the gradual darkness that overtakes you. The only source of light you can figure out is the flashing from the television screen.

Aside from the TV, there are no other signs of life. There aren’t any signs of Tsumiki or Megumi around playing or causing a raucous. It could only mean the two are still trick-or-treating with Gojo.

One blink, two blinks. I must’ve fallen asleep after the meeting… You hum while sinking to the couch, burying your face into the pillow.

But…since when did your pillow act like it was breathing with a heartbeat? And…I smelt that cologne before…How?

“Ya awake now?”

You raise your head, realizing you are not lying on your couch. Technically, you were; however, you were lying on something else on the furniture with you – more like someone.

It’s then you realize that you were lying on Toji during your entire slumber, him leaning on the end of the couch, one leg spread to make room for you to sleep on him while you sit on the other. And you can guess that you had your head on his chest, snuggling up to his warm figure. He looks at you with his green eyes now darkened by the room, yet you can see their glow from the television light. And that small smile he gives you, the scar on the right side of his lip lifted upward. The familiar butterflies in your stomach flutter like before. Like old times sake…That must be embarrassing, huh?

You frantically try to get off of him, “Sorry about that, I thought—“

“No, no,” Toji places a stern hand on your back, keeping you from moving further. “You were comfortable.”

You stare at him for a few seconds until your face contours to a look, and a smile starts to creep up while you situate yourself back to your original position, pressing your face back on his chest to listen to the beats of his heart again. “I recall having this couch all to myself not too long ago, so where’d you come from?”

“Well, I wanted to watch some sports highlights, but I figured you’d kick my ass if I pulled you off and had you sleep on the floor instead.” With the click of your tongue, he chortles. You bet your ass I would. “So, I decided to have ya sleep on me while I watch TV.”

“What’s wrong with the other side of the couch? It’s quite vacant and enough for a big guy like you.”

“True,” his hand rubs circles on your back, an old habit he did when he used to have you like this. “But then I’d be lonely.”

You titter. “That’s big for someone who said he thrives on being alone.”

“I thrive being alone when I’m working.” You’re glad he can’t see your eyes roll; he’d probably grab you by the cheeks like a child. “Besides, why would I wanna be alone when I have you for myself.”

And there it is, your cheeks begin to warm up. Or was it because you’re so close to him that his heat is transferring to you? That’s probably it, yeah. Let’s change the subject…”How long was I out for? I remember the kids left around 7:30-ish.”

“Mmm, it’s going to eleven right now.”

Three and a half hours? Damn. “It’s past their bedtime.”

Toji scoffs. The abrupt motion of his chest rising is satisfying in a way that makes you even more comfortable. “You still think they’re gonna sleep with all that sweet shit they got?” He snickers some more as you shake your head.

“They know better. When you guys get home, be sure to put their candy bags on the top shelf of the closet for the morning.”

“Still traumatized from that one time?”

“Uhhh, yes??” The memory flashes to you for a quick moment, but the dread from before still haunts you. Megumi was six years old and Tsumiki seven, returning home from trick-or-treating and immediately tasting their labor from that night. However, what you didn’t expect was for them both to eat almost half their bags. Let’s just say, thanks to their sugar rushes, they didn’t drop dead until the hour hand touched two of the morning. “Unless it’s the weekend, never again.”

The way the older man chuckles is so therapeutic — it nearly makes you want to fall asleep again. “You weren’t the one chasin' Megumi all over the place tryin' to get him to sleep. Little squirt gets his speed from me.”

“Awww, poor you~” You can sense the glare as you respond in a condescending, sing-song tune. “You and him are always butting heads. Like father, like son.”

“Tch, hate that sayin’ so fuckin’ much.”

“Why? ‘Because it’s true?”

“Shut up.” The hand he used to rest his head comes down to pinch your nose. You wriggle out of his hold with giggles, but he happily keeps you grounded to him with his stronghold and a leg wrapped around to prevent yours from moving. “He only listens to you. Such a sweet lil’ baby to you, huh? Puttin’ my own son against me.”

More giggles prompt out of tiny guilt, and you bring up a hand to rub on his chest. “He’s such a bright boy now. Growing up so big and fast.”

“Miki, too. That girl is way too smart fr' me to catch up. And she’s becoming so kind and strong, crazy to think she made me play teacups when she could barely go down the stairs by herself.” Toji hums, the vibrations felt on the pads of your fingers. “Think she gets that from you.”

You shook your head. “They’re your babies. They do amazing things because they have a big guy like you to catch them if they ever fall.”

“Hmm, fair…But let’s not pretend I’m the best dad in the world. Fuck, never in my life did I think I’d be a dad, especially with two kids. I didn’t know shit back then — still! I still don’t know shit.” You don’t say anything, just listening to him voice his thoughts to you. Because he knows you’d listen – you always do. “If you weren’t there for them, I don’t think they’d be shining like this. Y’re definitely the thing that brought us up together. They look up to you so much. Ya did so well with them.”

Nodding aimlessly, his black sweatshirt grazing on your cheek. “Thank you. Same to you. Didn’t do so bad yourself, big guy.”

“Mmm.”

Nothing is said between you two after that. The only thing that makes noise is the voices coming from the television. The volume lowered, an initiative you could guess from Toji wanting you to get some rest. The silence was too awkward that it might torture some, but it was fine where it was. There was no need to change it, especially when you were comfortable in each other’s embrace.

That is, until Toji asks, “Do you miss it?” The rubs on your back go slower, his fingertips drawing a ticklish sensation.

“Of course I do. All the time.” You answer honestly, turning your head to rest your chin on him. Your eyes glimpse directly at his, giving him a tiny grin. “Why ask? I know the kids miss me being around; what about you? Miss me nagging and putting you to work all the time?”

He sneers at your comment. “Every day.”

It was such a simple answer, yet it had the power to wipe that smirk right off your face. Your eyes locked in his sight, and your heart tuning to an irregular rhythm. Oh, come on, Y/n, get a grip! “Ahem—Toji, I hope you know that I never stopped missing everything we had — I never will. Those years that we shared were probably the best I’ve had. We had happy moments, others sad, of course. But, God, do I miss it all. I miss it so much. I miss having you guys here. Miki and Gumi and—“

“Me?” Good Lord, if this man doesn’t stop looking at you with those goddamn eyes of his, such captivating orbs that say more than he lets on. Your breath hitches, and so does the hand on your back. “Hmm? Ya miss me, baby?”

Oh, for fuck’s sake. Why’d you have to call me that? And it gets worse when he places his free hand on your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin while the forefinger teases the lobe and tragus of your ear. Goddammnit…

“...Yes,” your voice was down a whisper, which could easily be mistaken with the television. But you know Toji heard you, loud and clear. “Especially you, Toji.” You said it. The words that he wanted to hear from you. They felt so forbidden to say, yet it was the truth. You avert your gaze away from him. But you knew that wouldn’t work, not right now. Toji taps your cheek with his thumb, and your eyes sheepishly return to his.

He doesn’t say anything, and that makes your heart beat at an unbearable rate. It’s all you can hear when you stare into his deep emerald eyes, the sound of it ringing your eardrums as if you could puke. Your throat running dry, so you gulp to ease the uncomfortable bob. If something could just happen to end this anxious torture, that would be great.

And then your prayers get answered: something does happen. Toji slowly brings his face closer to yours — your body goes rigid, and you instantly face away before the inevitable happens. No, I didn’t mean that!

“Aht aht, don’t do that, baby.” His hand slithers from your cheek to your chin, forcing you to face straight at him. “Lemme see you.”

“Toji, wait,” your voice travels out in a shaky breath. “We shouldn’t be doing this. We can’t cross this line anymore.”

He listens to your pleas, but his body does otherwise. Placing a gentle kiss on your forehead while the hand on your back snakes downward. “Why not?” His gruff voice dialed down to a whisper.

“Because—Mmmm…” Toji interrupts you by licking the helix of your ear. Oh, you slick bastard. “We’re supposed to be done…”

“That’s not stoppin’ me from takin’ care of my sweet thing.” Jesus Christ, you almost melted from the way he whispered that to your ear. He’s pulling out all the same old tricks, and it gets more hellish by the second as you try not to give in. “So, y're gonna let me take care of you like I always do, right, mama?”

Both his hands now rest on your ass, groping it while your hips sway as if they have a mind of their own. The leg between yours comes up slightly, making you ride on it. The heat on your cheeks has already blossomed to your ears, making it hard to think straight. Gripping his sweatshirt, your hips ride his thigh to ease the throbbing sensation that grows with every motion. Good God, you shouldn’t be doing this. You know you shouldn’t be doing this. However, it’s been so long that you felt wanted like this — wanted by him. It’s all the same – his voice, his hands, his words, his body, and the names he calls – yet here you are turning into putty.

“Haaahh, Mmmfff…Toji, please,” Toji withdraws his face from your shoulder, leaving him to examine your expression. You must look so dumb right now, with your hooded eyes and shivering lips. But, at this point, do you even care? “Please…Treat me right.”

One moment, you see his gaze narrow with a devious glint. Next, you’re taken aback when Toji slams his lips on yours, kissing and sucking your bottom lip until you give him access. With a moan, you open your mouth for him and sink deeper into the kiss. Your hands come around his neck, keeping him focused on you and you alone. Not that he would have it any other way.

His strong hands continue to knead your asscheeks while you hump and grind on his thigh. Nibbling on your lip, you whimper helplessly for him. It strokes his ego, knowing he’s making you like this, the fucking bastard. He takes in your tiny cries happily, shoving his tongue to play with yours. You give in to him, almost losing your balance riding his thigh, yet Toji’s lips never leave yours.

You break the kiss to get an imperative breath, panting loudly and sweetly for him as Toji kisses and licks your ear. The sounds make your lower region twitch. “Hnnmm, fuck…That’s my girl. So fuckin’ good fr’ me always, Y/n…” You can feel him slide a hand up to the hem of your leggings, forcing it inside for his thick fingers to brush up on the bare flesh of your butt. You gasp sharply. Him squeezing your butt has you biting down on his sweatshirt. “—Hahhh, Oh God, Toji,” With every squeeze, he inches closer to your panty-covered chasm, where you know he’d find a damp spot. Please touch me. Please, please, plea—

CLACK-CLINK!!

The two of you are frozen stiff when you hear the sound of the door opening and closing, the foyer lights turned on. “Alright~, we got you guys home. See ya later!” That was Gojo’s voice, indicating everyone was finally back from trick-or-treating. This means that Tsumiki and Megumi are about to see you on top of their father, his hand in your leggings and smacking lips with yours. Your eyes shoot wide with horror — immediately remove yourself from Toji and stand up from the couch to pull your bottoms up. You barely had the chance to peek at Toji because the kids already run to the living room to find you two.

“Y/n, Y/n, look!” The brunette was the first to greet you with her adorable pink Barbie cowgirl costume. She and her brother, dressed as Sasuke Uchiha, cheerfully showcased their pillowcases full of candy. “Look at all this candy we got!”

“Wooow, you guys really went on a haul,” you can only hope they can’t see you sweating bullets through your fake reaction. “Wh–Where’s Gojo?”

“He dropped us off here a few seconds ago and left for the party,” The raven-haired boy answered while scanning his pillowcase.

You only nod along until you frantically wipe your mouth, realizing the tiny trail of spit from the corner of your mouth. “Umm—Ahem, well then, I’m glad you two got all that candy. Now, let’s hurry up and get you guys home so you can get ready for school tomorrow!”

But the children didn’t move an inch. Actually, they looked like they were going to tell you something. You lift a brow. Oh no, they’re going to look at each other. They looked at each other and then glanced back at you. Oh, God, no. “Uhhh, Y/n, we were thinking.” Big sister Tsumiki is always the one who asks the following question. “Can we stay over?”

You inhale a massive breath, yet you do your best not to exhale a heavy sigh. “Kids, you promised to keep the overnight stays to three at max per month. This will be the fifth!”

“Yeah, but it’s dark out. Plus, it’s way past our bedtime.” The younger chimes in with a tiny pout. “We’ll be asleep by the time Dad gets us home.”

And here comes Tsumiki with the tag-team response to add on. “And that means he’ll have to make continuous trips back and forth from the car. Picking me and Megumi up, getting our bookbags, the bags full of candy, the whole thing! We already packed up our PJs just in case.”

You stood there staring at the two in astonishment. There’s no way they thoroughly planned this out. There’s just no way… And to make it worse, they were making valid arguments. You open your mouth to say something, but the two give the best puppy eyes they can. The wave of guilt hits like a train, internally cringing. You turn to Toji, who still sits on the couch, and the motherfucker only gives you a shrug. Wow, what a helpful father he is.

You groan into your hands, shaking your head while looking at the kids who wait for your verdict. “…Alright, you can stay as long as you PROMISE to put those candy bags in my bedroom closet. Deal?” The happy smiles and aggressive head shakes should answer your question. “Good, now go ahead and take your showers before you head for bed.” They rushed to the stairs by the time you finished that sentence, so enthusiastic about staying the night at your house, and you can’t help but smile hearing their footsteps run up the stairs.

With that being said, you turn to the older man again. Your brows are trenched down, but your smile is still present. “So, you legit just sat there and let those two tag-team me like that? In my own house?”

Another shrug with a dumb smirk on his handsome face. “Told you: too smart fr’ me to catch up.” You shake your head before exiting to get the kids and guest rooms ready, leaving him with the television.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

The midnight hour has finally danced its way into the darkness of the night. Halloween is finally over, and the month of October is no more. The pitter-patter sound of the rain cleanses the neighborhood of its merits and festivities that partook hours ago, ready for a new phase of the year to take over.

After having the guest room ready with sheets and sleepwear for Toji and kissing the kids goodnight, you rinse your stress off with a nice shower and put on your pajamas to get ready for bed. After you turn the lights off, you drape the comforter over your figure as your body sinks with the cozy sheets and pillowcase. Your eyes close while focusing on the curtains of your window, the only light piercing inside being the lampposts by the street.

…Well, at least that’s what’s supposed to happen. But that’s not the case because you’re not the only one lying comfortably on your mattress. Instead, Toji is here with you, in your room, on your bed, his chest to your back, and his hand roaming inside your oversized shirt. Your lips are now connected with his, sharing your erotic moans with his enticing groans, and you get a little louder as his fingers cup and play with your breast.

“Mmphh…Ahhhh, I thought I told you you’re sleeping in the guest room—Nmmff!” He tweezes your nipple with his forefinger and thumb roughly.

“And I thought you’d be smart enough to know that wasn’t gonna happen.” Toji kisses the crook of your neck, drawing near your ear for him to whisper. “Besides, look at you. Still sleepin’ with no underwear on?”

“Hmph, only when I have a man around the house.” That answer got you another rough tweak on your nip and a purposeful gnaw to your ear. You knew he’d react like that, never liking the mention of another man leaving your mouth – especially during an intimate time like this.

“That so? What man you know that can handle all this?” Toji then moves from his side to be between your legs, pulling up your shirt to fully expose your chest. And your breathe hitches while his free hand travels down your abdomen to your bottoms.

“Ahhhh, no one. Just you...” You look at him with half-lidded eyes, taking in his reaction to what you said. The salacious grin on his face becoming broader should entail that he greatly loved that retort.

He brings his face to your other unattended nipple, “Good answer, princess.” The nub of your breast enters his mouth, and the wet warmth of his tongue greets it with lapped motions and grazes from his teeth. Despite that, it doesn’t distract you from the fact your bottoms are pulled down with ease and are thrown to the bedroom floor, leaving your cunt out for him, your erotic fluids seeping and glistening from the outside lights.

Toji plays with your folds until he can stuff his pointer finger into your chasm, the insertion resulting in your body’s jolt. It’s been a long while since you had his thick digit inside you, playing and scraping the inner walls to evoke whimpers. God, it felt so good, this satisfying feeling returning to awaken your body to his touch. He interacts with your body as if he’s the only person who knows how to get you going – and it’s the truth. No one can put you in a blissful haze quicker than this man. And you’d prefer to keep it that way.

The addition of his middle finger into your leaky entrance startles you, the thick digit making its way in with such vigor that he uses both fingers to scrape the velvety texture of your walls. Your eyes are now screwed shut at the growing commotion between your thighs, and the heat within your body flourishing all around gets to your head. “—Khmm, Oh fuuck, Toji. Please, don’t stop.”

With a soft ‘pop’ noise from his lips, Toji replies to your demands. “I’m sorry, what’s my name again?” You giggle with trenched brows. Of course, how could I forget?

“Nmmph, D-Daddy, pleaseee, I’m so clo—Ahhhann!!” He puts his thumb to your clit, grinding down on it unexpectedly. “I wanna cum, pleaseee…”

“Hmmm, good girl,” he teased, laying down kisses, nibbling on the skin of your stomach and inner thighs until he arrives at your leaking slit. Your body jerks up from the bed when you feel the cold, wet muscle slowly lick on your clitoris before ravaging your folds. The sounds of his mouth on your cunt are so lewd to the ear, slurping noises from his lips with the lapping motions of his tongue claiming your come are too much for you. And when he uses his hand to swipe and pinch your clit? Oh, it’s a wrap. Your release comes out without control, biting down on your bottom lip to make sure your cries don’t leave this space for the kids to hear. Their room is on the other side down the hall; tonight isn’t the night for too many risks.

When your trembling body calms down and subsides, Toji withdraws his face from between your thighs. Your essence paints his mouth, and he wipes his chin clean while licking the remnants that coat his scarred lips. “Hmph, missed tastin’ you like that.” You open your eyes when your high finally evades you, watching your ex-husband pull down his sweats. His erection springs out and hits his stomach, your mind going rampant with thoughts as you ogle at his freed limb. Shit, it’s been so long. Will that shit even fit me again?

“Don’t think it’ll fit, baby?” Damn him, he loves teasing you. Toji then discards his black wife-beater, at long last revealing his well-built, brawny physique that has you drooling for him. He uses his hands to maneuver your legs—your knees pushed to your chest as your legs propped up on his shoulders. A position you’re all too familiar with. Your eyes don’t leave Toji’s cock as he aligns his cock to your slick-coated folds. “Take some breaths fr’ me, sweetie. Can’t take care of you when you’re all tense.”

You take up on his advice and begin taking deep breaths, reminding yourself to maintain the steady pattern as he pushes the tip of his dick between the lips of your cunt. Every inhale is where he nudges into the hole of your inner cavern, and every exhale gives you time to breathe out the pain that comes in for a split second. This carries on until the cockhead wedges itself perfectly into your vagina, along with the inches of his girth that stretches until the base kisses your lips, the tip of him kissing your cervix. Tears swell up in your eyes, taking more deep breaths to prepare yourself for what’s about to come.

“Oooh fuuuck…Heh, yeah, that’s my baby right there. Fittin’ so perfect fr’ me, mama…” He puts his weight on you, keeping your figure unmoving under his bow.

“Nmmmf, Daddyyy,” you’re forced to take in all of him, and drool trails down your lips with no hope of taking care of it. “…I’m so full, you’re too much…”

“I know, sweetie, I know.” He wipes your spit after kissing your forehead. How gentle compared to what you’re about to go through. “Gonna move now.” His thrusts start slow for the two of you to adjust to each other; the feeling of his length’s veins coming in and out of your chasm is so euphoric, and the kisses to your cervix want your body to writhe and squirm. But you’re bent into this position for a reason: forced to submit to him no matter what. So you do just that.

Yet your horny haze gets more potent once he picks up the pace, rutting into you with increased speed. Your slit, still sensitive from earlier, gets overstimulated with the constant grazes on your gummy walls and jabs to your tender cervix. It takes everything in your power not to come so early.

“—Hahhhh, Nmmph. Oh, shit, shit, shit…” Toji groans above you, the thrusts of his pelvis increase to an irregular rhythm, grinding deep into your cunt to the point of uncontrollable babbles escaping your lips. His bullying on your insides results in you gripping his length hard, causing the older man to hiss and moan at your contractions. “—Ohhhfuuuckk!! Jesus Christ, baby. Y’re gonna make me go crazy.”

As if that wasn’t already happening now that he pistons his cock into your wetness, your brain turning into mush from the onslaught of ruts to your puffy wet chasm. Tears stream down your face, and more drool follows down with more precise hits to your delicate canal. The pounding in your head makes it hard to think of anything else, the squelching noises and paps of Toji’s balls hitting your cunt making it worse.

“D-Daddyyy, I’m—Ohoooo!! Oh, Jesus, ohhhshit!” You can’t formulate a proper sentence, too engulfed with the electrifying sensations coursing through your body.

“Damn, you feel too fucking good—Hnngh!!” Toji places his forehead on yours, resting his entire weight on you while his hips have a mind of their own. “‘Bout to make me knock you up…”

Oh, good Lord. The mere thought of having a child is the last thing that should be on your mind. But in a time like this, who in their right mind would be thinking straight? “Nnnfff! Oh God, pleaseee, fill me up, Daddyy!” Green eyes narrow with trenched brows. “—Pleasepleasepleaseee!! I want you to fill me up so bad, I want it, I want—Hyaaaaa!!”

How can he deny your desperate, teary pleas when you’re urging him on like this? “Heh, you’re so fuckin’ sexy, mama.” Toji captures your lips with his, your mewls taken by him as you sink further into your pleasurable thrill.

Sporadic thrusts of his pelvis produce more raunchy noises in the joining of your sexes, his heavy balls smacking on your cunt as he drives the base of his cock straight into you. Your slit is now a puffy mess, come and slick form a soapy mess that Toji now harbors a milky ring around his girth. A few rushed, sloppy thrusts heighten your high once more, and then Toji presses his pelvis down to the hilt on one final, harsh thrust, unloading his seed into your aching folds. And your climax follows in a few seconds, the walls of your cunt fluttering on his pulsating dick as your essence soaks him. Your muffled shrieks are received by him, quivering under him until the aftershocks wash through your body.

Once you two breathe at a steady tempo and the nerves of your sweaty bodies fall still, the kiss is broken with heavy pants and a string of spit that links you two together. Toji buries his face between your neck and shoulder, licking and kissing your skin as you’re allowed time to experience your clarity.

“Hmmm…You know I’m not done yet, princess.” Toji mumbles to your ear before stationing your legs off his shoulders for them to rest.

“Yeah, I know, big guy.” You tease him with a breathless laugh, kissing him on the temple. “Always wanting more…”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“…So, you’re telling me you had your ex-husband spend the night? Not just the kids?”

“Yup, that’s what happened.”

This morning was different from your usual routine – well, you can’t say it’s different if you have done it before, huh? After five years of divorce, you thought you’d be so used to waking up and getting ready for work without worrying about others. However, this morning proves otherwise.

It felt natural walking into the kids’ room and lightly shaking them awake, telling them to get ready while you whip up something quick for them to eat as Toji showers (using your bathroom, by the way). Watching the kids run down the stairs and eat breakfast puts a smile on your face, reminiscing about the good old days when they were younger and teenier. It sometimes feels surreal doing the same thing for them now that they’re getting older and taller. But seeing them bicker and interact with each other in your presence never fails to warm your heart.

When Toji’s finished freshening up and loading his kids’ stuff in his truck, it’s time to bid them farewell for their departure for school. You give them final touch-ups on their hair and outfits, reminding them to be safe and not get into trouble (especially Megumi, now that the boy’s been getting into fights). And before they rush to the car, you hug them and give each a kiss on the cheek. Here is where the warm feeling inside your heart begins to deteriorate, not wanting to let them go. Yet, for their sake – and education – you release them and hope for the best.

The last to leave was Toji, who came from the kitchen to the front door with a paper plate wrapped in foil in one hand. His name is written boldly by a black Sharpie. “This fr' me?”

“No, it’s for Shiu Kong, for dealing with you all the time.” You stick your tongue out at Toji as he glares at you, not even moving out of the way while he exits through the door. “You better eat that when you get to work, you have a terrible habit of skipping lunch.”

“Whatever ya say, mom.” He pesters you with the title, knowing you’re technically not a mother anymore. Yet it only makes you smile knowing he notices your maternal side.

“Don’t forget to text me when Tsumiki’s soccer game is next week.” You watch him go down the porch stairs.

“Will do.”He whistles.

“And Toji?”

The man stops walking to turn to you, his forest green eyes fixed on you so quickly that you almost forget what you want to say. Or what you wanted to do. You place your fingers on your lips and blow a kiss with an outward gesture. It was an old habit you did whenever he left, something you can’t seem to get out of practice with. It’s embroidered in your mind at this point.

And when he catches the kiss with his free hand and places it on his chest, it makes your heart skip a beat. Toji grins, “I’ll be damned if that was fr' Shiu, too.”

You snicker with a shaken head. “Drive safe, Toji.” Closing the front door, you stand there for a while. Your smile doesn’t falter; it gets bigger as you replay the moment instead. Thinking about him, hearing him, seeing him, it all drives you crazy. And that’s a good thing…right?

“I don’t know, sounds like you still kinda care about the guy.”

“Of course I do,” So here you are, sitting in your living room enjoying the rays of the sunset decorating the space, in a video call with your best friends, Utahime and Mei Mei. You reply to the former’s comment. “Just because I don’t have the ring on my finger doesn’t mean I shouldn’t care about him. I mean, he’s the father of two lovely children.”

“Shoot, you’re better than me, then.” The dark-haired woman admits. “But you’re kinda proving my point, Y/n. Even when you don’t have the ring on, you two act like the same old couple, and it’s definitely not just for the kids’ sake. Let’s be real here.”

You try to interject, but the pale-blue-haired other, Mei Mei, intervenes, “I agree. It’s one thing if you let the children stay over, but he also wanted to spend the night. Sure, he could’ve been tired from driving all day and such. However, if you’re still seeing a man for the last five years – while legally unbound – and he says he wants to spend the night under your roof, which is rare, that should ring some bells at least.”

“I know, it did…” you nod along with what your friend is saying, throwing your head back with a heavy sigh. “But it’s not like he’s never spent the night here before, nor is he banished from stepping inside.”

“Oh? Then why is this time different from the others?”

Utahime jumps in after Mei Mei’s chirp. “Yeah, you’re telling us about all these nostalgic lovey-dovey feelings as if you’re falling in love with him all over again. What, did you two have sex or something?”

An open mouth, yet no words come out, leaving you in a predicament. You could’ve just lied or swerved the subject to something else. But you didn’t. And the two women on the screen lift their brows with hooded eyes, a look meaning a thousand words. You couldn’t even explain yourself either because a sudden knock on your door captured the attention of all three of you.

You stand up and walk towards the door, your friends still on call on the phone at hand. Opening the door, you’re almost stunned to see in front of you. Tsumiki and Megumi with nervous smiles, and their father at the car collecting the same duffles bags from last night. You’re kidding.

“Hey, kids.” The two of them gulped from not calling them by their names. You bring up the phone to face the screen to them. “Say hello to Auntie Mei Mei and Utahime.” The women on the line smile and wave at the children, who sheepishly wave back.

“Hi, aunties.” Megumi greets them, and then his eyes drift back to you. “So, Y/n—“

“What did you forget this time?” Straight to the point, no room for excuses.

“It was Miki this time! She forgot her soccer cleats.” The older sibling gawks at her younger brother for calling her out.

“Tsumiki, I know you have cleats at home.”

“I do, but these are special! You bought them for my birthday, and I’ve been wearing them to every game ever since! So, I was scared when I couldn’t find them at home.” The brunette was quick to defend her stand. “Also, Dad doesn’t feel like driving up here and then back. So…can we…”

You close your eyes and bring the phone to your face to shield your vexation. Twice in a row, the sixth time this month. You can hear the giggles of your friends from the other side of the phone, adding more fuel to the fire. You don’t look up until you hear heavy footsteps on the porch, seeing Toji holding both duffle bags with a hand and shoulder. He stares at you as you stare at him, a silent conversation on how to handle this situation. And when he shrugs with lifted brows, you realize it’s no use and release the long-awaited sigh.

“….If I see one more thing being left behind here, you guys can’t come back till December, understand?” It wasn’t anything serious, but enough for the kids to know you weren’t joking. They nod their heads in unison while you roll your eyes. “Okay, get in here.” They rushed inside with gleeful laughs, the shuffling of their backpacks following along with them. Your eyes then drift to Toji as he walks up to you. “Did you forget something here, too?”

“Yeah,” you lift a brow when he drops Megumi’s bag to the floor. Before you can register his hand on your chin, you squeak when he brings his lips to yours. It lasted for seconds, but the kiss was sweet and tender, sucking on your lip before letting go with a playful bite. “Meant to give you that when you woke up. Thanks fr' the food, mama.”

Toji picks the bag up and walks inside your home to put the bags in the rooms, leaving you standing on the porch with an astounded expression. You couldn’t appropriately calibrate your thoughts until you heard faint laughs from the phone. Then, you realize your best friends witnessed the entire scene that transpired.

Utahime, with the slyest leer, was the first to say something. “Oh yeah, he laid that pipe on you good, without a doubt.”

“Mhmm,” Mei Mei agrees with a chuckle. “And I'm guessing he’s gonna do it again tonight. Isn’t that right, Y/n?”

You end the video call with a heated face. “Sh-Shut your damn mouths!!” Again, you groan into your hands before returning inside. Thank God I still have those birth control pills...

♱ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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duckchu · 7 months

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Meeting Heartsteel's family

(Yone, Kayn, Sett, Aphelios)

Some self indulgence in Phel's part but I love him so much kfrkrvwthw

Looking at how many edits I've made, I should really start proofreading lmao. Especially if I write during night or morning

Kayn

He wasn't stressed at all

He loved his dad but didn't care if he didn't accept you

Had to take a whole week off to travel to Zed's home and actually spend some time with him

When you two arrived, you didn't expect his dad to be so...hot?

Of course you wouldn't try anything with your boyfriends dad

You were served a great dinner and then went to rest

Across the next few days you and Zed got to know eachother better, he was glad Kayn finally found someone who could keep him calm...er

After that he frequently texts you to ask about Kayn and you, even though he's busy with his fighting school

Yone

Yasuo lived nearby so he just came over someday and it just happened that you were also over

He was surprised that his older brother managed to keep someone around

When Yone was making dinner, Yasuo kept you entertained with stories from their childhood, which, if Yone would have heard, would have earned him a smack to the head

You learned that Yone was the calmer of the brothers while Yasuo was way more hot headed

Though that didn't bother you, at least for now

Yasuo likes you, he's glad his brother finally found someone who he can trust and who can maybe get him to stop over working himself so much

Sett

He was so nervous before you two got to Mama's house

He kept on stressing about her not liking you

Her opinion was important to him, but not more important than the love he felt for you

His blabbering also made you nervous

When you finally arrived at her house, you were surprised to see a soft looking older woman.

She welcomed you with open arms

She was so nice to you, asking about you, your relationship, but not in an intrusive way

When she asked Sett to help in the kitchen, you wanted to help too, but the kitchen was too small, so you just stood in the doorway and talked with them

You were starting to like her more than Sett honestly

Just joking, but maybe not

He gave you some food to eat later

She really likes you and thinks Sett made a good choice

Aphelios

Since she's the bands manager, you've known Alune since the beginning

You're both chill about eachother, no bad blood

Since you two started dating, she mysteriously always made too much of whatever she was cooking and always told Aphelios to bring the excess to you

It's her way of showing affection

She actually thinks you and Aphelios are a perfect match

Soulmates even

She even calls you sister in law to tease you

Doesn't know you and Phel are secretly engaged

Though she's starting to suspect something

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nataliasquote · 4 months

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Omg I need a pt four with double the trouble on her talking with Wanda and Isla then her dating Maria bc I mean come on Maria> Bucky anytime and also her being a girl boss and I kinda wanna see what happens with her and Bucky and what sorry ass excuse he’s come up with

Double the Trouble [pt. 4] | n romanoff

Double the trouble au: part 1, part 2, part 3,

Summary: Natasha and Wanda's teenage twin daughters are a lot to handle, but despite their differences and arguments, there's nothing they wouldn't do for each other

Warnings: mentions of cheating

Pairings: WandaNat, O!C x Valkyrie

wc: 3.8k

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Y/n had sworn off dating for the foreseeable future. Which was a bonus in Wanda and Natasha’s eyes, who only wanted to keep their not-so-little girls safe. Isla and Valkyrie were different, they were obsessed with each other. But for Y/n’s sake they kept the PDA to a minimum when she was around. Although it had been a week since Y/n found out about Bucky, she was still rather fragile, even if she hated being referred to as so.

She was quieter at home too. It was one of the rare nights where no one had any after school activities and Natasha wasn’t teaching. Wanda had cooked the girls’ favourite meal: tomato and chicken pasta with garlic bread. It was a childhood classic and 7 year old Y/n would have loved it.

But tonight it was different. The usual daily chatter occurred as plates were loaded up with food and everyone began to eat. Natasha and Isla were laughing as the young redhead explained a funny story about her science class, and even though Y/n had been there, her mouth didn’t even twitch into a smile.

She pushed her food around with her fork, stabbing the spiral pasta shapes rather aggressively but never bringing it to her lips. Her actions were repetitive and she zoned in and out without even realising. It’s not like anyone noticed.

But Wanda noticed. She smiled along with Isla’s story but kept her gaze fixed on Y/n the entire time, brows furrowing in a soft frown. She’d seen how much her youngest had drawn in on herself, but there had been little to no improvement, even after a week. Although Wanda wasn’t sure what the general time frame for this was; her first and only love was Natasha.

Her demeanour didn’t change throughout the whole meal time and soon everyone had finished eating, except Y/n. Natasha looked at her wife worriedly who just shook her head.

‘Can you take Isla out of the way for a bit? I need to talk to Y/n alone.’ Wanda spoke in Natasha’s mind. Her wife nodded and made a big deal of collecting up the plates, encouraging Isla to do the same and they both retreated into the kitchen.

“Y/n?” Wanda gently asked, tapping the table in front of the girl whose head was only being supported by her hand. “Sweetheart?”

The young girl hummed and looked up, tired eyes meeting her mothers across the table. She saw the look of pity that she despised so much and rolled her eyes, scraping her chair away from the table in order to leave the room.

“Y/n, wait!” But the teenager didn’t want another lecture on the way she was acting. She just wanted to be alone, didn’t anyone understand that? She didn’t even acknowledge the way her sister and mama fell silent as she stormed through the kitchen. Wanda followed only seconds later and they all watched Y/n’s hunched figure climb the stairs, a door slam following quickly.

“So it went well then?” Isla asked, holding her dripping and soapy hands over the sink as she looked between her moms. “She seemed happy.”

“Shush Isla,” Natasha muttered, handing her another plate to clean. Wanda was chewing on her lip anxiously and even thought Natasha wasn’t the one with mind reading abilities, and still knew what her wife was thinking. “Go talk to her, she isn’t allowed to storm off during a conversation.”

“But, don’t you-“

“Wands,” Nat said, gently holding her wife’s shoulders. “She needs comfort, even if she doesn’t want to admit it. And you’re the best at that, and you know it too.” The witch wasn’t convinced, but a quick kiss gave her a boost of confidence and she ascended the stairs to Y/n’s room, knocking softly.

“It’s me baby, can I come in?” There was the sound of faint rustling and a muttered curse sounded before the door opened slightly.

“I’m fine, I really don’t need-“

Wanda placed her hand on the door. “I know, I just thought you might want some company.” Hesitation was evident across Y/n’s face. “Stop shutting us out, please baby.”

Y/n sighed but opened the door, allowing Wanda to slip inside and close the door behind her. The room was dark, only the small bedside lamp acting as a light source. Y/n crawled onto her bed and leaned against her pillows, blanket pulled high around her body.

“Talk to me sweetheart, what’s going on?”

“Nothing, mom, it’s fine.” Wanda gave her a look. “It’s just- I’m fed up of feeling like shit everyday, but I can’t help it. Every time I start feeling remotely good about myself, I just see that picture and it makes me feel ten times worse. I know I wasn’t with him for very long, but he made me feel on top of the world, and now I feel like garbage.”

“You’re not garbage honey.”

“I know that, but god, why did she have to look like a supermodel?”

“I don’t know, but that’s not a reflection of you, it’s one of him. He made a bad move-“

“I spoke to him today,” Y/n suddenly blurted out. No one else knew what she’d done today, but she couldn’t stop herself.

“Oh?” Wanda couldn’t hide her surprise. She knew it would come eventually, but not this soon. “Was Isla there?”

Y/n shook her head. “No one saw.” She couldn’t stop herself from laughing, which was odd in Wanda’s eyes, though she didn’t dare question it. “I just had to ask why.”

“And what did he say?”

“The most pathetic thing he could think of. He said she came to him and there was nothing he could do, which is bullshit really. So I told him that if he was going to lie, don’t do it straight to my face because my mother is a spy and I see straight through that crap!” Y/n had thrown herself up from the bed and was pacing around, her hands dancing animatedly in front of her as she spoke. “And then- do you know what he said?”

“I think I can guess,” Wanda said with a grimace. “It wasn’t a lie?”

“Bingo!” Y/n yelled, clapping her hands together. “It wasn’t a fucking lie! Now, I wasn’t blessed with your magic but it’s pretty easy to tell how much he was forced into it by where his hands were. Were they by his sides? No! On her goddamn face!”

Wanda had never seen her daughter so riled up before. Sure, Y/n had her outbursts at times, but she’d never been like this. Pacing around the room, her body language was so animated Wanda was sure something was going to get knocked over. Y/n was muttering a spew of nonsense that didn’t even make sense.

She hadn’t spared Wanda much of a glance until her ranting slowly came to a stop and turned around to face her mom, bottom lip quivering as tears welled up in her eyes. This sudden change in demeanour had Wanda rushing over and scooping her into a hug, cradling her head into her chest gently.

“Oh baby it’s ok. It’s ok,” she shushed, rocking their bodies as Y/!n hiccuped into her chest. “Want me to get Mama?”

“I just want you.”

Wanda had to hold back the tears herself. She tightened her grip and pressed kisses to her daughter’s soft red hair. “I’ve got you babygirl, I’ve got you.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“You don’t need to be, everything will be ok.”

“No,” Y/n said, pulling away with a whimper. “I’ve let you and Mama down. I’ve been a shit daughter and sister and I’m really sorry.”

“No, baby, listen to me.” Wanda guided them to sit on the edge of the bed, her hands holding Y/n shaking ones tightly. “He was your first love, first loves are messy. They rarely turn out the way we want them to. But you’ve kept your heart through everything which means you love harder and deeper than most people. And that’s one of the most beautiful things about you.” She reached up to tuck a stray piece of hair behind Y/n’s ear. “Keep it for someone special, because one day that person is going to show up and be deserving of everything you have to give them.”

“How will I know?” Y/n asked, her voice hoarse. She really thought she understood love, but now she just felt like a kindergartener. Lost and always looking to others for guidance.

“It’s not something you know, it’s something you feel,” Wanda replied with a soft smile, tapping her daughter’s chest where her heart sat. “You’ll know when the right person comes along.”

“How did you know?” Her mothers’ love story was something of a fairy tale, and no matter old they got, herself and Isla never became sick of hearing it.

“I knew from the second she smiled at me. She always acted so tough around everyone but she let a smile slip and I knew right there that I was going to marry her.”

Y/n was silent for a few moments, mouth screwed up in thought.

“What’s on your mind?”

The young girl shrugged. “What if I never find that? What if there isn’t anyone out there for me?”

Wanda shuffled over and placed her arm around her daughter’s shoulders. “You’re 17 honey, so young. You have your whole life to find your special person. I didn’t meet your mama until I was in my late 20s. It will happen, I promise.”

“Not if I never date again.” Wanda chuckled at her dramatics, making Y/n smile too. “I’m serious!”

“I know, I know.” They both looked at each other before bursting into laughter. Even Natasha heard from downstairs and she smiled. That was her favourite sound. “It will get easier, you know. Suddenly seeing him won’t feel like the end of the world anymore.”

“I know. I just need distractions.”

Wanda’s eyes went wide as an idea popped into her head. “Why don’t you invite Maria around, and you guys can have a movie night downstairs on the couch? I’ll get Mama to fetch snacks and drinks if you want.”

“But it’s a school night.”

Wanda pulled Y/n in for a hug. “And how my daughter feels is a lot more important to me than some lousy school day. Give her a call and let me know what she says. If she can’t make it, then I guess you have to settle for me and Mama.”

“That doesn’t sound like a bad thing.”

Wanda had to stop herself from melting on the spot. She kissed her daughter’s cheek with a laugh. “Thank you for not being a typical teenager. I don’t know what I would do without my cuddles.” Standing up, she collected a pile of cups and plates that had collected in Y/n’s bedroom over the week. She gently closed the door behind her and was met by Isla and Natasha in the kitchen, sharing a bowl of ice cream.

“I heard laughter, so I’m guessing all went well?”

“For now, at least. I told her she could invite Maria over for a movie night tonight as a distraction.”

“Can I invite Valkyrie?” The moms looked at each other. “Please?”

“I suppose. But she can’t stay over, ok?”

Isla reluctantly with an eye roll before Y/n came into the room, the smile on her face a stark contrast from before. “She said yes!”

“Perfect. I’ll get snacks then,” Natasha announced, grabbing her car keys from the basket. “Isla you coming?”

“Absolutely not,” her eldest exclaimed. “It’s freezing!”

“I’ll come.”

Natasha grinned at Y/n and poked her tongue out at Isla who didn’t even notice as she looked at her phone. “That’s my girl, cmon.”

An hour later, everyone was snuggled on the large couch with a multitude of blankets spread out across the large couch. A rom com played on the large flat screen tv and Isla and Valkyrie were having a competition to see who could catch the most m&ms in their mouth at once.

Y/n and Maria cheered them on from their end of the couch, Y/n’s legs thrown carelessly over her best friend’s lap. The brunette didn’t even notice how her hands rested on her ankles or even how close they were to each other.

They all settled down to watch properly but Y/n had a hard time keeping her eyes open. Her head kept nodding back against the couch arm rest but she refused to sleep. She’d dragged Maria all the way out here, it would be unfair if she fell asleep.

But she couldn’t keep sleep away forever. Isla and Valkyrie had disappeared upstairs, leaving Maria and Y/n curled up together. The young redhead was fast asleep, her head resting on her best friend’s chest. Maria had her arms wrapped protectively around her and her chin gently rested on the side of Y/n’s head. Her eyes were fixated on the movie but every now and then they blinked heavily, the dark room not helping her fight the tiredness.

Wanda and Natasha silently observed from the doorway, noticing a lack of their eldest daughter, and their youngest’s current position. Natasha gave her wife a knowing look before looking back at Y/n. Maria had succumbed to sleep just as the credits started rolling, the upbeat music doing nothing to break their slumber.

Wanda reached for the remote whilst Nat tucked another blanket around both bodies to keep them comfortable. Maria stirred and Nat held her breath, but the brunette only adjusted her grip on Y/n and held her tighter before falling back asleep again.

“What about school tomorrow?” Natasha whispered as she rejoined Wanda in the doorway, fingers hovering over the light switch.

“Y/n is happy. Missing a day of school isn’t the end of the world. We’ll let them rest.”

They closed the door and headed towards the stairs, deciding not to check on Isla. She knew the sleepover rules and they both trusted her enough.

“I really do love you,” Wanda sighed at the bottom of the stairs, looping her arms around Natasha’s waist. “I’m so glad I decided to marry you.”

“I don’t know where this is coming from, but I love you, my wonderful wife.” Natasha Romanoff, ever so cheesy.

“I love you and our girls more than anything,” the Sokovian mumbled against Natasha’s lips before they kissed. It was short and sweet and reminded Wanda so much of their first kiss all those years ago.

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #wandanat #marvel #natasha romanoff x daughter!reader #wanda maximoff x daughter!reader #wanda maximoff x reader #fanfic #wandanat x daughter!reader #wanda maximoff #double the trouble au

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vanwritesfan-fiction · 8 months

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Hi! , can I get a Travis fluff where he takes care of the kids by himself to give the reader time to herself maybe ..

Baby Laylah had only been in the world for a full 48 hours and the entire Kelce crew was already so in love. The family felt more complete than you ever thought was possible, and you couldn't wait to bring her home and enjoy this new phase of life.

While you were resting at the hospital with Laylah, getting your strength back up before you headed home in a couple of days, Travis was taking care of things back home with Alex and Savannah.

The house was uncharacteristically quiet for an late morning, Alex playing with his toys while Savannah took a nap, allowing Travis to clean up and do some laundry. He wanted everything to be perfect when you came home, so you didn't even get the chance to worry about anything besides yourself and the new baby.

"Daddy?" Alex found Travis in the laundry room as he was putting a load into the dryer. "What's up, bud?"

"When is Mama coming back?" Alex had the hardest time leaving you at the hospital yesterday afternoon. He's attached at your hip at this age, and he was in tears as Travis carried him to the car, asking if you were coming home with them.

"She'll be back in two days, Bubs. She has to stay with the doctors for a while so they can make sure she and baby sister are healthy."

Alex tipped his head to the side, his brow furrowed in confusion. "Is she sick?" Travis shook his head, picking Alex up as he walked to the living room. "No Bubs, she had a baby. Remember she we talked about Mama having a baby in her belly? Well now baby sister gets to come home and live with us."

"But I already have a sister. I don't need another one." Travis chuckled, rolling into full laughter when he saw how serious Alex was.

"Two sisters are way better than one. You have more sisters to play with, and another sister to love. We'll go visit Mama in a couple hours and you'll get to meet baby sister for the first time."

Alex jumped down from the couch, running over to his toy basket to pull out a teddy bear.

"Can I give this to baby sister? I don't play with it anymore, and I want to give her a present."

"Yeah, little man. That's a great idea. We can also get Mama some flowers before we go to the hospital. I know she'll love that."

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You had just finished your last feeding when you heard the door open, Alex running into the hospital room. "Mama!" He bounced up and down on his feet at the side of your bed.

"Hi, my sweet boy! How are you?" Travis trailed behind him carrying a sleepy Savannah in his arms. "She fell asleep on the way here." He helped Alex onto the bed with his free arm. "Careful bud, Mama is still healing."

You peppered kisses all over Alex's face, making him giggle as he fell into your arms. "I missed you so much Bud. What did you guys do at home today? I wanna hear everything." Travis pulled a chair up to your bed, kissing you on the forehead as he sat down.

"Well, this morning we had breakfast, watched a little Paw Patrol, and then we did some laundry." You looked at both of them wide eyed. "Daddy did some laundry? Is it my birthday today?" You joked, making Travis laugh as he rolled his eyes. "You're too funny."

Alex was restless, sitting back on his heels as he looked around the room. "Can I see baby sister?I brought her a present."

"Of course baby. Travis could you get Lay?" Travis placed Savannah in your lap and got up to wheel Laylah's bassinet over to the family. She was a little milk drunk, her eyelashes fluttering as everyone looked at her.

"Oh, she's so beautiful!" Alex whispered, cupping his cheeks in adoration. "She looks just like Mama." Travis agreed, smiling at you. You felt your cheeks heat up, your face flushing as you winked at him.

"I brought her a toy." Alex pulled the teddy bear out of his backpack, handing it to you. "Oh Alex, this is so sweet. I know she's going to love it so much. Thank you, baby."

"We also get you something, babe. Alex picked them out." Travis handed you a huge bouquet of flowers, a combination of orchids, roses, and some of your other favorite flowers. You felt your eyes start to tear up as you took in the beautiful gesture, placing them on the side table. "Thank you both so much. I love both of the gifts from my guys."

Alex crawled over to you, noticing you had started crying. "Mama, why are you crying? Are you sad?"

You grazed his chin, pulling him gently into your lap. "No, I am so happy, Bubba. I've got everything I could ever want right now." You looked at Travis who was on the verge of tears himself. He grabbed your hand, squeezing your fingers to reassure you.

#travis kelce #travis kelce fanfiction #travis kelce fanfic #travis kelce imagine #traviskelce #travis kelce x reader #nfl fanfic #nfl fanfiction #nfl imagine

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justallihere · 2 months

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Hi bestie,

the school librarian x kindergarten teacher has now become my brain rot and I'm thinking of so many potential scenarios/conversations

Idk if you've seen those tik toks where kids ask their teacher the most out-of-pocket questions like Are you married? Are you going to marry Miss Violet, why are you so old, etc

or if its Christmas time X: What presents would you get for someone you care about? and the kids are like "Better style bc all you wear is black and hearing aids bc you're old Mr Xaden" LMAO

Imagine a kid who gets easily overstimulated and likes to hide away in the library since its quiet and Xaden is frantically looking for this missing child and is ready to go mama bear to find this kid

imagine a career day and Violet asks her siblings to come help, Brennan is a surgeon, Mira is in the AirForce and they try to intimidate Xaden bc he's dating their baby sister 😭

No like it’s taken over my life 😭 I’ve got it and SITQ both open and I’ve just been flipping back and forth all day

Xaden would be so good with kids, he’s for sure the type of person to talk to five year olds like they’re grown adults and they LOVE it. They love him. They call him Mr. X and he constantly has at least one child holding his hand. One look and they stop doing whatever bad thing they’re not supposed to be doing. When they do crafts and the kids don’t want to take them home they all march down to the library and give them to Miss Vi and of course she loves the art and has a whole wall dedicated to it but she’s also glaring over their heads at him for bringing all this GLITTER around her BOOKS. He bugs her during lunch or his free period and puts away the books on the shelves she’s too short to reach and walks her to her car at the end of the day. Also he sneaks his dog in sometimes, and Sgaeyl is a perfectly behaved angel who always seems to know exactly which kid is having a bad day and she sits next to them. Xaden tries to set up doggy play dates between her and Tairn and Andarna and Violet won’t agree because she thinks he’s just teasing her

And yes, the kids know he has the world’s biggest, most pathetic crush on Violet

Some nosy-ass kid: “Are you married to Miss Violet?”

Xaden: “buddy if I was married to Miss Violet you’d know”

#modern au wip #librarian violet x kindergarten teacher xaden

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evita-shelby · 11 months

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could i request some drabbles:

Eva wanting to adopt a dog but it’s horrifically ugly (chewed up looking Chihuahua) and Tommy is like “hell no.” but Eva uses her daughters to wreck havoc on Tommy’s life and emotions until he inevitably caves. and despite his obvious disdain the dog ends up liking him best and tries to follow him everywhere much to his embarrassment when he tries to conduct Peaky business.

Thanks anon, gonna call you anon🐾 now

Xoco

Gif by @peakykoko

(No more taglists for these, we die like Grace)

“It looks like the one you had when you were little, mama!”

Those damn words started it all.

The salt and pepper chihuahua Eva arrived in Small Heath with had been old and sickly, but well cared for but the witch who had had Xoco since she was eleven years old.

It had a diamond necklace, for fuck’s sake.

Now this dog, also named Xoco, had been foisted upon him when the girls and their mother went shopping while he was meeting with the ministry of trade during their holiday in Mexico.

He had said no, Eva’s younger cousin Maddy, had given her two xolo dogs named Aristotle and Pesechat thus bringing them to four fucking dogs.

This did not include Charlie’s cats, their horses and the other animals that they had taken in at Arrow House.

“No, means no, sweetheart.” Tommy had been adamant, stood his ground and soon the matter was forgotten.

Except it wasn’t.

Flora cried the entire drive back to Chapultepec Castle, Diane glared at him until he sent them to their room, and even worse, Eva claimed to have a headache that night.

The first two he could weather; Charlie had gone through a phase where his tantrums had him questioning whether he could break his rule about no corporal punishment.

Thomas Michael Shelby enjoyed sex far too much to have his wife deny him.

Those months they were separated had been torture, but not enough to consider cheating on her because then she would kill him --- and he would have let her. And now having her deliberately do this while he is having to actually work this entire week is just cruel.

“Fine, the girls can have the rat they found on the street.” He said the next evening after Eva upped the ante by not wearing a damn thing to bed.

This had been preceded by Florence stealing all his glasses and Diane cutting holes in his pockets and both girls joining together to ruin the meeting he had before noon.

They returned home with the ugliest and most annoying dog he has ever had.

And yet, unlike the rest of the dogs –especially Cyril, that fucking traitor--- Xoco ,with it half-bitten little ears, incessant barking and need to leave to do her business outdoors through only the front door, had stuck to him like glue.

“That is the ugliest thing I have seen. Is that a diamond collar?” Ada said when she sees the little dog following him into the office and laying down protectively in front of his desk.

As if little Xoco could be of any protection.

“Yes, the girls picked her up in Mexico. She likes me for some fucking reason.” He said knowing his sister is trying not to tease him about it as he rubs his eyes.

This is made much worse when Xoco barks and snarls at his sister as if she were to attack him.

And when Ada doesn’t back off, the lapdog proceeds to attack.

It is a funny sight, seeing his sister shriek and retreat because a dog the size of rat is threatening to bite her, going as far as jumping at her hoping to get more than just her ankles.

“Call her off, Tom. This isn’t funny.” His sister said going as far as jumping into the chair to avoid being bitten by the little beast.

And he does, only after having a good laugh he hasn’t had since before France.

#eva smith shelby #tommy shelby x oc #thomas shelby fanfic #thomas shelby x oc #peaky blinders fanfiction #eva smith riley #thomas shelby imagine

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ravewoodx · 2 years

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The Copy Ninja: part 2

Kakashi Hatake imagine (pt1)

Masterlist

It has been a few weeks since Kakashi found out about baby number 2. You where giving him all the time in the world to tell your son Sakumo about the new additional. But the only problem was your stomach was starting to grow and show.

Kakashi did not know how to tell his son about becoming a big brother. Would he evern understand? Well Sakumo is very smart, a genius. A very jealous genius.

“Kashi just tell him. Is the famous copy ninja that scared of his own son?” You teased as you sat in the hokage office with him. You always made sure to bring him a fresh lunch when he’s working and well when your not throwing up or too swollen to walk through the village.

“Then why don’t you tell him?” He teased back making you laugh.

“I might as well, by the tie you get to it baby will be ere already.” You said rubbing your stomach. You are half way through the pregnancy. This time it was a bit more simple, you knew what to expect. Things where just a little bit easier.

“Lord 7th?” A knock came at the door. You sighed knowing your time with your husband was up.

“I will see you later.” He said as he quickly got up helping you up from the chair.

“Will you pick up Sakumo?” You asked

“Of course. I did promise him I’ll help him train.” Kakashi said placing another kiss on your temple.

“I am making the perfect smoked salmon for dinner. So do not be late.” You threatened him giving him stern eyes.

“Yes of course dear.” He said with his cheeky smile.

Just as he said Kakashi was at the academy gates waiting. He tried to pick up Sakumo most days after school. He did his best to get out of the office on time. He liked the time he got alone with his son, hearing about his day. He also didn’t want to make you walk all the way through the village. The Hatake clan mansion he restored was a little out of the way.

“Papa!” His sound voice yelled as he ran to him.

“Ready for training?” He asked as he handed his son an apple.

“Of course! I want to show you something new I know!” He said between bites of the apple. Kakashi could probably listen to his son go on all day and not get bored.

Kakashi understood his son was only 4 but he was a prodigy just like he was. His son didn’t even have the sharingan but seemed to be able to pick up jitsu very fast.

“watch this!” sakumo yelled before throwing some hand signs. Kakashi followed, the hand signs for the fireball jitsu & lighting? The fire ball that Sakumo blew out was bright blue with lighting. It went far burning all the target on the field.

“Wow Sakumo, did you learn that all on your own?” Kakashi asked looking at his son proudly.

“Kind of. I was practice the fire ball jitsu you taught me. Then I think I messed it up and then this happened.” He said shrugging.

“Sakumo you will be the greatest shinobi. You must not only be strong but smart. You have a lot of important people to protect.” Kakashi said as he kneeled in front of his son.

“I know that. You’ll be really old and weak soon so I have to protect mommy...and you.” Sakumo said his cheeks getting a little pink. He wouldn't admit it but he really liked hearing so much praise from his father.

“Not just mama and me. You have to protect someone else also.” Kakashi said knowing he needed to tell his son about the new baby.

“And Konoha” Sukamo said

“Well yes but there’s someone else. They will be smaller then you and you need to protect them. Your going to be a big brother, they will look up to you. “ Kakashi said as he saw the wheels turning in his sons head.

“I don’t want a little brother.” Sakumo huffed crossing his hands.

“Well your getting one. Mama is pregant and you’ll have a little baby brother or sister very very soon. So you need to start asking like a strong big brother.” Kakashi said taking his sons hand as they started their way back home.

“Why are you and mama having another baby? Am I not good enough?” He asked not daring to look up at his father.

“Sakumo, do not say things like that. We love you so much. But mama and I have so much love that we want to share it.” Kakashi started to explain.

“Gross” His son mumbled not wanting to hear about whatever it was Kakashi was trying to explain.

“Sakumo, you will make a great big brother. Just wait, once the baby is born you will feel so much love.” He said laughing a this son.

“Is that how you felt when I was born?” He asked.

“I have never felt so happy in my life. You are the one who made me a father, thats why I gave you my fathers name.” Kakashi said making Sakumo smile. Maybe having a little sibling wont be so bad.

The months went by pretty fast and soon your where almost too big to do anything. You weren’t sure if you where happy or angery that your water broke in the middle of the night. You where happy because Kakashi was right there.

“We need to grab the over night bag. Also I need to shower really fast. There is lunches and dinners made just in case I’ll be in the hospital long. And Sakum! Whos going to stay with him? What about getting him to school?” You panicked trying to pack your bag.

“Don’t worry, I called Naurto, he’s going to watch him and get him to school. Sakura is already waiting for us at the hospital.” Kakashi said trying to be calm for the both of you. nothing really faced him, he already planned everything to make it less stressful for you.

“Mama where you going?” a small voice spoke. You say Sakumo standing in the door way in his pajamas.

“Little mochi is coming. I have to get to the hospital. and you’ll be a big brother by the morning.” You said as you tried your best to lean down. You where too worried to leave him alone.

“That must be Naruto.” Kakashi said as he heard a knock at the door.

“No I want to go too.” Your son whined.

“Naruto can bring you in the morning.” Kakashi tried to reason with his son.

“No” Sakumo was very stubborn like his father.

“okay let’s go please.” You cried feeling the contractions getting a lot closer. Kakashi picked you up as Naruto took the little copy ninja.

Labor was easier this time around then the first. But it was still long and painful night. Kakashi stayed by your side the whole time.

Naruto sat in the waiting room trying his best to distract Sakumo. Naruto was 18 when Kakashi told team 7 about you being pregnant. He knew this little kid all his life. It was weird seeing Kakashi as someone more then his sensei. It was even weirder to have a little Kakashi try and boss him around.

“Do you think I will be a good big brother?” Sakumo asked Naruto.

“Of course. I always wanted a little brother or sister. But then I got team 7. Their my family now.” Naruto said not too sure what to say.

“You did so good love.” Kakashi said brushing your slightly damp hair back from your forehead. The room was filled with a small cry as sakura cleaned off the baby.

“How are you feeling?” He asked still worried about you. Your charka was lower then normal. You weren’t a ninja so he always worried for you.

“Congratulations, you have a beautiful healthy daughter.” sakura said handing you the small baby. Kakashi say next to you with doe eyes watching his wife and daughter.

“Welcome to the world Rishi.” You said as your hand ran through the silver hair. Your daughter opened her big dark eyes looking around.

“Good job Kakashi, the great copy ninja of all the lands. made another damn copy.” You teased before gently handing the baby to Kakashi. He looks so odd with the baby. She was so small compared to his large stature.

“She looks a lot like me doesn’t she?” Kakashi said with a smile.

“Can you get Sakumo?” You said as Kakashi handed the baby back to you. He thought you’d want to rest but he knew better then to not listen to you. He walked into the waiting area smirking to find Naruto spawned out on the chair with Sakumo on top of him asleep.

“Uh- Naruto. Is this how you watch over a kid. He is a sneaky one. The things he could’ve done when you where asleep.” Kakashi teased as he kicked Naruto leg to wake him up.

“Oh Kakashi Sensei. I was just resting my eyes.” He said rubbing his neck as Sakumo woke up.

“Do you want to go meet your baby sister?” Kakashi asked taking his sons hand.

“Naruto did you hear that! I have a little sister.” Sakumo said excitedly, no signs of sleep leaving.

“Better go check on her and your mom big brother Sakumo.” Naruto said with his famous grin.

“Thank you Naruto.” Kakashi said before leading his son back tot he hospital room.

“Mama!” He yelled as he ran into the room.

“Come here baby.” You said as Kakashi easily picked up your son putting him the bed gently next to you.

“I’m not a baby, I’m a big brother now.” he said as he leaned over your lap looking at his sister.

“She’s so cute” He said in awh. He couldn’t believe she was real.

“She looks just like you when you where a baby.” You said smiling.

“Really? I don’t think I was that small” He asked with big eyes.

“Of course, you and Rishi are little copies of papa.” You said smirking at Kakashi.

“Maybe your next little sister will look just like mommy.” Kakashi said giving you a wink.

“Mama you already have another baby in your belly?!” Sakumo asked with wide terrified eyes.

“No your father thinks he’s just funny.” you said sending your husband a glare.

“Maybe we will have to keep trying till we get one that looks like you?” Kakashi asked making you smack his chest. He couldn’t help it, he loved his family, he loved you for giving him this family. He wanted to stay in this moment forever. And he already noted that he will keep putting babies in you until you had your own clan.

#kakashi hakate #team kakashi #kakashi #kakashi fanart #kakashi x you #kakashi x reader #kakashi hokage #kakashi hatake #hatake kakashi imagine #hatake kakashi #kakashi fanfiction #kakashi imagines #kakashi x y/n #kakashi sensei

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silentwillowwhisperer · 1 year

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the McClains meet Keith

Hiiii! This takes place after the war, Lance has previously dated Allura, but now he's siiiiiiingllllle. And forget canon, I don't give a crap, LANCE IS TALLER.

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"Who's that?"

Lance's twin sister, Rachel is leaning over Lance's back to peer at his phone.

Lance hastily presses his device in to his chest. "N-no one! Just my friend. He was the black paladin when we were part of Voltron." His face turns a flaming shade of red. As much as he loves his family, there are certain aspects of his life that he prefers to keep separate.

That is clearly not happening, though.

Rachel scoffs. "Really? There is no way you managed to befriend a catch like that. And even if you did, I don't know why you brought the princess home when you could have gone for that instead. And don't even start on his sexuality. That guy is so totally gay."

Lance watches as Rachel inspects her nails. He can't be mad at how insensitive she's being, it's just how she is. Over the years, her bluntness has gotten him out of many sour relationships, and been his voice of reason.

However, he would appreciate her leaving him alone right about now.

"Roni! Get over here and look at Lance's made-up crush."

The whole family moves to huddle around Lance now.

"Oh, what, so you've all changed your names now?"

That earns Lance a smack from his mother. He reluctantly shows his phone to the group, rubbing at his stinging shoulder. Word of advice: Do NOT sass Mama McClain.

They all start teasing Lance after looking at the picture. Why is it so hard to believe that Keith is his friend?

Lance voices his thoughts, and watches with horror as a devilish grin spreads across his brother, Marco's face.

"Why don't you bring him home to meet us then? Completely platonically, of course."

And that's how Keith ends up standing on Lance's front porch with a bouquet of flowers and a chocolate box in hand.

Keith enters awkwardly, and thrusts the gifts at Lance's mother.

Afraid? Keith? Never.

Ok, maybe a little. But come on, moms can be terrifying when the want to.

Keith is already horribly awkward socially, and it's not helping that the McClains are all staring at him in shock.

Lance shakes his head and shoots a smile in Keith's direction.

"Come on, bud. Lets go outside. We can watch the sunset, for old times sake, yeah?"

Keith relaxes his stiff posture a bit. "Oh, good. I was worried you would forget that bonding moment too."

They stroll outside bickering like a married couple.

Once Lance's family gets over the shock, they unanimously agree: They MUST set Keith up with Lance. And it can't be too hard, they already act like they're partners anyway.

After about an hour, they boys come back into the house to find Mama McClain cooking dinner.

Keith rushes into the kitchen

"Agh, sorry, I forgot the time. Would you like any help? If not, it's totally fine, I don't know how to make your dishes anyway, and I should probably just go, sorry, ugh, sorry, I'm bad at this."

The older woman just laughs and pats his cheek. "Don't apologize so much, Mijo. I would love your help, and I insist you call me Mama."

Keith blushes slightly and gets busy.

An hour later, they serve dinner to the hungry family. There's the traditional family dishes, but also a few that the McClains have never tasted.

"Keith shared some of his own recipes with me. Sweet boy."

It's clear that Mama McClain loves him. She treats him like a son, which is enough for the rest of the family.

After that night, the family is begging Lance to date him.

#klance #keith kogane #keith vld #vld keith #lance vld #lance mcclain #vld lance #voltron #vld #voltron legendary defender #tawny post

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ctitan98official · 3 months

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Alcina is a giant (But motherly) Vampire bat - Drabble: Y/N sees the girls in their human forms

So, this will be a drabble that picks up from here! I couldn’t figure out a way to fit Ruby into this drabble because the timeline for this au is all over the place, but I hope you like it. I’ve been getting a lot of requests for more bat mommy Alcina 😅 Let’s get into it!

Since you’ve transformed into a baby bat, it’s honestly been a dream come true for Alcina. She loves taking care of you.

The two of you spend most of the day cuddling, but she also plays with you and makes sure your mind is occupied. She tells you stories and sings to you as she feeds you. Today is no different.

You are currently wrapped in her wings as she rocks you gently. “Alright, draga. Time for mama to feed you,” She says with a smile and licks your face.

You chitter up at her and she softly rubs your face with a wing, cooing at how cute you are.

She carefully guides your little mouth closer and helps you latch on.

You suckle for a while before you notice that the weather outside is turning harsh. A thick blizzard is raging and it is very cold.

As warm as your mama’s hold is, you can’t help but shiver. Your little teeth chatter from the freezing temperatures.

Alcina looks down at you in concern. “Are you cold, baby?” She asks.

You nod your head and bury your face in her soft fur.

Alcina hasn’t seen a winter in the village get this bad in a long time. While normally this wouldn’t be a problem, with you the size of a tiny newborn and just as delicate, she is acutely aware of the danger this storm poses to you. She decides that she needs to bring you back to the castle to get you out of the elements. Once she gets there, she will signal for the girls to come as well. It would make her feel better for her entire family to be together at such a turbulent time.

“Alright, draga. Mama’s going to take you to the castle. It’s too snowy out here,” She tells you and begins to grab your blanket.

Your eyes grow wide. You haven’t been to the castle since you got hurt by that bear. You whimper anxiously. You don’t want to leave the cave. It’s your home.

Alcina chuckles sadly at your reaction and begins wrapping you in the blanket. “It’s okay, my love. Mama will take good care of you. I’ll even have your sisters come over. Would you like that?” She asks.

Your eyes brighten at this. You happily nod.

Alcina smiles at you before picking you up and flying off.

The gusts of freezing wind chill you to the bone, but thankfully, it doesn’t take long until Alcina has made it to castle Dimitrescu.

Alcina brings you inside and sets you down for a moment before she changes forms.

You mouth hangs open in awe as you look at her human form. Is it possible she’s gotten even more beautiful since the last time you saw her?

“Hello, draga,” Alcina smiles at your adorably shocked face. “Can mama hold you?” She asks and crouches down to be closer to your height.

You chitter and bounce excitedly at her question. “Up, mama!” You say.

Alcina chuckles and scoops you up.

You still fit perfectly in her arms, even in this form.

Alcina brings you to the main living room and sits you on a nearby couch before starting a fire in the fireplace. She knows the girls will be able to see the smoke billowing out of the chimney from their respective roosts and come to investigate. They should be here soon.

Alcina comes back and sits next to you. She grins and pats her lap, prompting you to climb on.

You happily snuggle into her, enjoying the heat from her and the fire.

“Are you still hungry, baby? You didn’t get to finish earlier,” She asks and rubs the soft fur of your face.

You eagerly nod your head, feeling your tummy growl.

Alcina lowers the neckline of her dress and frees her breast before offering it to you.

You latch on and begin to drink.

Alcina sighs in relief as she feeds her baby. This is her favorite way to bond with you. She rubs your back and hums to you as you eat.

The two of you enjoy some quality time together in the calm ambience of the castle while you nurse.

But, it doesn’t take long until you pick up the sound of flapping wings. It must be your sisters!

Alcina pulls her dress back up and looks at you. “Do you hear the girls, draga?” She asks with a smile.

You chitter enthusiastically at her question and squirm around, wanting to see them.

However as you peek over Alcina’s shoulder to get a better look… The sight that greets you has you hiding bashfully in your wings.

There are… Three beautiful women in front of you. Who are they?

“Y/N! Mother!” The redhead gushes, coming over to you both. She leans down and kisses your head in greeting.

It’s… Dani. This is Dani! You are overjoyed to see her like this. You chitter up at her and wave a tiny wing. “Hi, Dani!” You squeal.

You look over at the two other women in the room. So… The blonde and the brunette… Must be Bela and Cass!

“Hello, little one,” Bela says in her calm and gentle voice. She runs her fingers through your fur and gives you a breathtaking smile.

You lean into the softness of her hand. “Hi, Bela,” You say with your big, precious eyes.

“Hi, stranger,” Cass says with a grin and scratches behind your little ear.

Your eyes roll back at her touch and you involuntarily kick your little leg in pleasure. That’s definitely a point in favor of your family’s human forms. Perfectly manicured nails, just right to satisfy an itch.

Cass looks at your blissed-out face and chuckles. “Only in it for the scratches, huh?” She jokes.

You giggle. “No, Cassie!” You say.

This makes all of your sisters laugh.

Alcina beams as she watches her babies interact. “I’m so glad that you’re here, dragas,” Alcina says and opens her arms to the girls.

They rush closer and hug Alcina, grateful for the chance to see you and her.

Dani looks at you and holds out her hands to take you. “Can I hold you, Y/N?” She asks.

You nod and Alcina places you in her arms.

Dani cuddles you and buries her face in your fur. “It’s kind of like having a puppy!” She says and kisses your nose. “Y/N’s so small and fluffy! Want to play fetch, little one?” She asks.

You furrow your brows and let out a growl at this. "No doggy,” You say and glare at her in annoyance.

Dani would never admit it, but seeing you get so pissed kind of freaks her out. She quickly dumps you into Bela’s arms and all but flings herself onto Alcina’s lap.

Alcina giggles and holds Dani close. It seems that some of her ability to intimidate is rubbing off on you.

She smirks and is so proud of all that you’ve learned from her.

Masterlist

#re8 #re8 village #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu x y/n #lady dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu x y/n #age regression #nonsexual age regression #re8 shitpost #breastfeeding #lactation #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #batcina au

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callsign-rogueone · 1 month

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2, 8 and 18 with Brennan and duchess if you want to? Don't feel pressured 😊 I hope you have a nice day

hihi! it took me a while but here they are! I got asks from a few different people so I'm combining them all here. words: 1.6k (I got a little carried away lol) 🏷: I don’t think there’s any spoilers for the books in here, just for Bren and Duchess’s chapters that I’ve already posted, and some hints about what’s to come for them. I tried this in second-person (you) this time, which was a little awkward (telling you how you feel about things?) but I think I made it work.

2. What do they find attractive in each other now?

I have waxed poetic on multiple occasions about how much Brennan loves your hair. but also that gorgeous, dark accent of yours that comes out when you speak in Tyrrish with him and when you say certain words in the common language, and the way you smile, and your hands, the hands that contain magnitudes: capable of such tenderness, but that can also start fires (and that the left one bears a wedding ring…), and honestly literally everything about you. the man is obsessed.

you found him cute when you first met, but in those years you spent at Basgiath, he truly went from a boy to a man. he was already fit, but the muscle he gained, and the confidence… the confidence was everything. that, and the scruff. the scruff. you’ve hidden his razor on multiple occasions to keep him from shaving. and the hand thing goes both ways. they’re just so nice to hold, strong, and bigger than yours, and the things they’re capable of… (more than just mending 👀) and his eyes, that gorgeous light brown and the stars reflected in them when he looks at you.

your dedication -- to the marked ones, to your culture, to dragonkind, to everything you do. that regalness you possess, even in dirty flight leathers. your kindness, how good you are with children (and baby dragons)... he could go on.

his respect and knowledge of tyrrish culture, him knowing the language, and it (mostly) being something only the two of you know, his commitment to the revolution, his strength -- not just the physical, but the emotional and mental and all the other kinds too. the man has been through more than anyone you know. how kindhearted he is -- he literally manifested a mending signet due to his need to care for his sister and to help others.

3. What would they never want to change about the other one?

literally any of the above.

4. What do they wish they could change about the other one?

I want to say nothing, but that’s not realistic and also not fun. definitely not anything physical, but maybe some of the other’s tiny habits that just grind your gears? maybe how stubborn both of you can be. little things.

5. What’s something that could make them break up?

y’all are never not ever getting divorced. I will not allow it. til death do you part, baby. you’re both stubborn but logical and rational people. any arguments are going to be resolved with a lengthy discussion and a set of terms you agree on going forward. however, comma, I do have an argument scene (or two) planned for one of the future chapters and it is going to hurt. I’m sorry in advance.

6. What’s keeping them together?

mutual admiration and adoration (see above), and all the shit you’ve been through together -- neither of you are ever letting go of the other, not after all that, after he literally died.

8. Do their families like each other?

I have yet to reveal mama sorrengail’s opinion of her daughter in law (and I'm not going to spoil that!), and you never met Brennan’s dad either.

I have a short scene written out where you bring him home for the first time shortly after the battle of Aretia, and your parents adore him 🥺 you told them all about him in letters home, and they’re so glad you’ve found someone who loves you this deeply. they immediately see that he’s an upstanding guy with a big heart and a natural leader, and they wouldn’t want anyone else to share the title with you.

Brennan is tied for #1 on my list of ‘best FW boys to bring home to mom and dad’. he’s going to make an excellent impression; eldest son, responsible military leader, gentleman, raised right, looks at you like you’re the center of the universe…

9. How does being around each other make them feel?

in a word, safe. you’ve endured so much together, and somehow always made it through. you’re leading a revolution, there’s dark magic on the loose, and you work with dragons; danger is ever-present, but you feel like nothing can hurt you if you’re together.

10. How does being separated make them feel? and 11. How long can they go without seeing each other before starting to miss the other one?

you both start getting nervous after a day or two, but you’re reassured by the tracking and protection runes that the other is wearing, and the wedding rings that tie you together. Your connection to Marbh and the rest of the riot also helps, though that only stretches so far -- if you’re more than a day’s flight away, it doesn’t work.

Bren gets particularly irritable after a few days, but those closest to him know not to take his sharpness personally when the missus is out of town, especially if she’s in Poromiel on business; the revolution may be allied with the gryphon fliers, but that doesn’t mean he trusts them with his woman.

14. Has their relationship ever been long-distance?

this one is interesting. I’m gonna say no, but with some technicalities. you both went straight from Basgiath to the Lewellen outpost (closest to your home in Tyrrendor). you were a wingleader and were allowed to choose, and he was assigned to the same place (what are the odds?)

following your surrender to the revolution, you do a fair bit of traveling, mainly back and forth to Trivanne to see your parents and deal with the political obligations of being in line for the title, and regrettably, to Poromiel, to deal with the viscount, hence Drake Cordella being in love with you lol. (sorry, pal. you’re ten years too late). so I wouldn’t call it long distance, but you’re used to being apart for a week or so at a time every now and then. and when you return, you’d better believe he’s not letting you out of his sight for a full day hehe 🤭

15. Is one of them way more invested in the relationship than the other?

no. you’re pretty equally in love (see also: obsessed) with each other.

16. How happy are they about their relationship?

over the moon. you can’t imagine life without the other, and you don’t want to. sometimes the both of you feel a little guilty for being so happy together when all this terrible stuff is happening around you, but you need this -- you need an escape, a safe place, and you’re that for each other.

17. How good are they at communicating their needs and preferences to the other?

I touched on this briefly in my “braids” headcanons, but I didn’t get too far into it: Brennan is the eldest son of the family, his parents worked demanding, high-stress jobs and they were constantly moving. to me, that means he was placed in charge of his sisters often, and made responsible for them like a third parent (something that happens very often in this kind of situation, unfortunately). he’s a caregiver through and through, and this manifested in his signet as well. I think he was unused to people caring for him at first, that it felt wrong or weird, but he got used to it quickly enough, and now he’s unafraid to walk into your room after a long day, pull off the flight jacket with the Lieutenant Colonel’s insignia, and ask for cuddles / attention / etc. he loves having his hair played with, btw.

this was something you also had to work on; you recognized Brennan’s endlessly-giving personality and were scared to take advantage of that, to ask him to take on even more responsibility on top of his work as a mender and a revolution leader (see “this is me trying”.) but he’s made it abundantly clear that he wants to take care of you, and that he wants you to tell him when you need him; that’s what he’s here for. you and your safety and health are his first priority, always.

18. How good are they at respecting each other’s boundaries?

there aren’t many boundaries that you’ve set between you, being a married couple who work closely together, but the few you do have are taken seriously, including when/where/how you argue. you can bicker all you want in the assembly room, or anywhere else in Riorson house, but not in your shared room. and you aren’t going to go to bed angry -- which has made for some late nights in his office, pacing back and forth and arguing until you don’t even know what you’re mad about anymore -- and then spending an hour making up, hehe. that post-fight sex hits different. and you can’t leave Aretia without resolving an argument. the one time you did, it nearly broke both of you; you were away longer than expected, and when you finally reunited, you both apologized profusely (some tears involved) and promised to never do that again. it’s already hard being away from the other, but it’s unbearable to be away from them knowing your last words to them were in anger.

I didn’t even answer the question lmao but yes, the boundaries are respected and strictly enforced unless it’s a matter of life and death -- and in that situation, or any situation where the other person’s safety is in question, boundaries be damned. you can apologize for overstepping later; right now, you’re focused on making sure your partner is okay.

#brennan sorrengail #brennan and duchess #brennan sorrengail x reader #fourth wing x reader #fourth wing #mine

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castawaycat · 7 months

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The Tales of a Little Tiger: Chapter 19- Finding Home Again

Summary: Wanda and Natasha struggle with themselves while they deal with you still missing from their lives.

It had been two weeks since you had disappeared and your mama’s were not faring well. Natasha had turned into a raging mama bear. She had busied herself with doing side missions which was damaging to her relationship with Wanda.

Wanda had locked herself in her room searching through timelines trying to find you through thousands of alternate timelines. It was painful to see versions of herself with her boys, Tommy and Billy. It was also painful to see Vision. Sure, she absolutely loved Natasha; but her and Vision had a special bond and she once loved him. Tears streamed down her face as she heard her boys laughing, she constantly had to remind herself that having her boys was not meant to be in her timeline and that the mission was to find you and bring you home.

Everyone on the team was worried about you and your mama’s. Alexei and Melina had tried to offer comfort to Natasha and Wanda, but both women were stubborn in handling your disappearance.

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“You need to get through to Wanda. She hasn’t come out of her room in two weeks. I know you’re hurting; but Wanda is also hurting. She must feel that she has no family. Nat, please don’t let this bring you two apart. Y/n will need both of her mama’s.” Yelena said as she walked beside her sister. They had just returned from a mission.

Natasha sighed as she bit her lip. She knew her sister was right… She was being stubborn and it was hurting the woman that she loved. It was just easier for her to ignore everything and fight bad guys to get out her frustration and panic. “You’re right, sestra. It’s just when I see her… I don’t know how to comfort her or be enough for her. Without y/n here it’s just so hard.” Natasha clenched her fists as she tried to stop her tears from spilling over. “I’m so fucking tired of crying! I just want to find my baby!” Before she could stop herself she had sunk down to her knees and sobs wracked through her small frame.

Yelena dropped down to her knees and pulled her sister into her arms and began to hum a soothing tune that Melina had hummed to them when they were children. “We will find her sestra. I have faith that y/n will be back with us.”

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Natasha used the key Wanda had given her and walked into Wanda’s room. Her heart broke when she saw how thin, tired and weak her girlfriend looked. Wanda was glowing red with her eyes closed while she sat in the middle of her bed. She approached slowly and whispered, “Wanda. Can you hear me?”

Wanda’s eyes opened and she turned to Natasha surprised to see that she was actually talking to her. Her lips trembled as the weight of everything was starting to affect her. Her eyes were bloodshot red and she had dropped a ton of weight from not eating, bags were under her eyes and her hair was messy. “I thought… I thought you had left me.”

The red glow of chaos magic dwindled down to nothing as Wanda began to sob. “I thought I had lost you too.”

Natasha climbed on the bed and pulled Wanda into her arms and kissed the top of her head, “I’m so sorry. I would never intentionally leave you. I just didn’t want you to see me so angry… I hurt the people I love when I’m angry and scared. And I’m not angry at you… I’m angry at myself because I should have grabbed her… but I wasn’t fast enough. And I’m angry at myself for leaving you alone… you’ve lost a family before and I can’t imagine how you felt with me gone as well and I’m sorry.”

Wanda clung to Nat as she listened to the woman she loved express her emotions and reasons for leaving her alone. It didn’t make the pain go away, but she understood where Nat was coming from. She had pushed everyone away as well and had avoided her own needs. In her mind she was just so focused on finding you that avoiding meals was like a punishment for her not being able to save you.

“I’m sorry I pushed you away… and everyone else. I just got obsessed with locating y/n. I think I’m close but I just don’t know.” Wanda leaned her head on Nat’s chest and focused on her heartbeat. The strong rhythm was comforting.

“Come, let’s go see everyone and get something to eat. We need to all work together in order to find y/n. From now on let’s come together instead of handling our emotions without each other. I love you, Wanda. We’re going to get our baby girl back.” Nat said as she helped Wanda out of bed.

The whole team stood up and hugged Natasha and Wanda as the two walked into the lounge room. Alexei and Melina were the first to hug the women. “My girls are finally together!” Alexei said as he squeezed them tightly. —---------------------------------------------------------------------------

Wanda tried everything she could to try to comfort you but you would not stop crying. “What is it, little one? Do you miss your mama?” Wanda asked as she tried to console you. Your cries were breaking her heart.

You missed your mama’s and you wanted them back but didn’t know how. You started to think about your mama Wanda and your mama Nat and your little hands started to glow blue.

Wanda’s eyes grew big as she felt really strong powers coming from you. Before she could call for Vision a giant portal opened up in front of her.

America ran into the room at the sound of a portal opening up. “That looks like the portal we came through! I knew it wasn’t my power that opened it last time.”

As your hands glowed blue you could see your mama’s through the portal and it made you happy. “Mama!” You squealed happily.

Vision gave a knowing look to his wife, “I think this little one has decided it’s time for her to go home.”

“What! But how do we know that she will make it home? She’s just a baby… I don’t want to just shove her through the portal alone!” Wanda shouted as she felt protective over you.

“I’ll go with her. I’ll make sure she gets home safe.” America said bravely as she reached her arms out to you.

“America, you don’t have to put your life in danger, you could stay here with us.” Wanda said as she felt protective of her as well. She felt torn.

America felt warmth at hearing that Wanda wanted her to stay and live with them. It was a hard choice; but she knew what she needed to do. “I know what it’s like to lose my parents… no one should go through that pain. Thank you for loving us and keeping us safe.”

Wanda and Vision both hugged America tightly before placing you in her arms. “Please take care and please be safe.”

America took a deep breath before stepping into the portal with you in her arms.

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A giant blue portal opened up in front of all the Avengers including your mama’s. Everyone was arguing about who was going to go inside and investigate it.

Before Nat could walk near the portal she started to see someone coming out of the portal, she squinted her eyes to see if she could make out who or what was coming through.

America clutched you to her chest tightly as she finally made it through the portal, she felt scared as she looked around and saw several people watching her.

“Oh god it’s y/n! She’s back, our baby is back!” Wanda said as she walked up fast to the girl that was holding you. She didn’t know who the girl was, but she was just happy to see you alive and safe.

America tilted her head at realizing that the woman in front of her was a different version of the Wanda she had just said goodbye to. She didn’t know if she could trust this version of Wanda so she stepped away from the woman and clutched you tighter in her arms. “Please don’t hurt us.”

Wanda and Nat both softened their gaze as they eyed the young girl holding you. Nat got down to the girl’s level, “we’re not going to hurt anyone. The baby that you’re holding is our baby. Her name is y/n.”

You perked up when you heard your mama say your name and you made grabby hands towards them.

The girl looked down at you and then to the two women that looked relieved to see you. It was the same look her mothers had made when they saw that she was safe. She took a deep breath before handing you over to them.

Wanda and Natasha took you into their arms and began kissing you and hugging you. You made happy noises as you babbled to them. Everyone joined in on the celebration of you being reunited with your parents.

America stepped aside feeling overwhelmed by everything, she missed her moms and she missed the other Wanda and now that you were back home… she wondered where home would be for her.

#wandanat x little reader #natasha romanoff #wandanat imagine #little reader #marvel imagine #marvel avenergers #natasha imagine #wanda maximoff #natasha x reader #wandanat x reader #america chavez

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russellsppttemplates · 2 years

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Wrapped around her finger (Pierre Gasly)

Élodie Gasly has an army of protectors around her

Note: english is not my first language, here is some dad!Pierre content that you seem to love (as do I) so here goes! I only write for drivers that I know a good bit about and I still don't feel comfortable writing for Max only for that sense of it, hopefully soon I can gather my knowledge since it's not the first time I'm asked about him! Also, this is a topic that I feel very respectful and strongly about, this is in no way to offend or point out fingers for anyone 🤍 each person had their style and this is my perspective having never had kids of my own

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm not taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so but know that I'm not certain when I'll be able to tend to them!

Tw: children having trouble sleeping, thunder, small mention of suggestive content

Alexandre and Louis loved their father to bits, always following him around when he was home and wanting to do what he was doing, it wasn't the first time you heard commotion on your ensuite to find your three boys with shaving foam on their faces and one of your makeup brushes acting as a razor, the younger two arguing that "papa does it too", but Élodie was different. She had her father wrapped around her finger, the tiniest whimper or noise from her and Pierre was there to hold her and dote on her every need, and as you enjoyed seeing their bond grow, you and your husband always kept in mind that you hoped to raise your kids to be confident and sure of themselves, knowing how much a happy and secure family environment helped in that.

Louis was helping his sister walk over to the living room, her steps still a little wobbly as she strutted to join their older brother Alexandre, you and Pierre watching the scene while you waited for lunch to finish cooking. You turned around to stir rhe pasta in the pot when you heard a small thud followed bye a yelp, Pierre quickly heading to where his kids were in the dining area (that was in plain sight from the kitchen where you both had stood until then), fussing over his daughter who was giggling at having fallen on her bum, "Are you laughing, bug? That's not funny, you scared papa", he explained to her before he joined her, a smile etched on his lips as he checked she was fine and returning back to you, your head shaking from side to side, "what, mon coeur? She could be seriously hurt!", he tried to reason, "Oh yes, because her diaper didn't soften her small fall, if you can even call it that, on the carpeted floor", you rolled your eyes, smiling at him when his hands grabbed you by your jean's back pockets, bringing you over for a kiss.

"Mama, papa, me and Louis are going to put Élodie to bed, d'accord?", your oldest announced while you and Pierre kissed their heads goodnight, "Night mama" and "Night papa" thrown around before you and your husband looked at eachother, happy that the boys had wanted to help but knowing deep down it wouldn't take long for them to be back downstairs with a sleepy and cranky twenty month old who was still transitioning to her own bedroom since the boys had begged you to share a room, "the boys' room" they called it. "I'm betting 40 minutes", Pierre said and you laughed, "what? Those two may look like me but they have your stubbornness, they won't leave the room until they've tried everything possible to put her to sleep", he argued, your head snuggling in his chest as you grabbed his hand, "I'm saying 25 minutes, and that's being generous", you said, knowing Élodie would not settle down if Pierre wasn't around. Sure, she would settle down with you just fine when he wasn't around, but if she knew her papa was in the house, there was no way she'd go down with anyone else. Your bet was right, the monitor you kept to check on your daughter's room showing and sounding everything the boys tried to do to help their little sister to go to sleep, wether it was singing the lullaby grandma sings, moving to enact a story as a play and even laying on either side of her on the toddler bed (at that, you even showed Pierre the screen, squealing at the cuteness) before they eventually gave up and Élodie made her wishes heard as she called for her papa, Pierre getting up and pressing a kiss to your forehead, "I'm always right, you should already know that, mon amour".

You and Pierre were laying on the bed, your back against his chest while your legs tangled in-between his, ready to succumb to sleep when you heard sniffles and a knock on the door, you getting up to open the bedroom door and see your little girl, her sheep patterned pyjama top's sleeve bunched up as she wiped the tears on her face, her other hand holding her stuffed elephant that Charles had gifted her when she was a baby, "I couldn't sleep, I want papa to come with me", she said as Pierre got up from the bed, her (slightly wet) hand grabbing her father's as she guided them to her bedroom so he could lull her back to sleep. Pierre came back a few moments later, saying that she had been asleep for a good bit before he came to the room, "You know she needs to sleep by herself in there for a night or two so she xan get used to it", you said, not enjoying the idea that your little girl was unsure of spending the night on her own but also knowing it would only take her a full night for her to feel confident in herself to stay in her new "big girl" room, "I know, but she was just calling me and we had nice cuddles and, and maybe I don't want my baby girl to grow up", he mumbled the last part, avoiding your gaze, "what do you mean?", you forwarded, "we haven't talked about it, but I'm not sure I want Élodie to be the last baby we have. It's obviously up to you too, you're doing all the hard work and we'll never do something you don't want bu-", you interrupted him, "I've been thinking about it too. Mick was showing Aurora the paddock the other day and I swear my ovaries screamed", you chuckled, "and I feel like we can do it, the boys were already amazing when I was pregnant with Élodie", you mused, thinking of a fourth Gasly child running around and making your crazy, but it made your heart flutter at the prospect of a new baby. Fortunately, you and Pierre had the means, both financially and in terms of family help, so maybe it was something to consider since you both seemed to be on the same page. Pressing a kiss to your lips, your husband's hands were about to lay you both down for sleep when you heard your daughter call for her through the monitor, him getting up and coming back the next minute with her in his arms, the three of you cuddling as she settled back to sleep.

"Mama, I can't sleep with the thunder", Louis announced while you were in the bathroom applying a cream to your face, "Me neither", Alexandre admitted as you looked at Pierre who had Élodie trying to fall asleep in his embrace, the brief eye contact allowing you to communicate your intentions, "Why don't we all sleep in here tonight?", your boys eyes lighting up as your little girl lifted her head, "We sleep in here tonight? Together?", she smiled as she snuggled against Pierre, you opening the sheets so the boys could get in too before you. You had never been more thankful that Pierre had decided with a massive bed for your bedroom, the grunts you went through when you needed to make the bed with clean sheets and the corners kept coming of and Pierre wasn't around to help you so you had to literally travel around the bed to tuck then them in now seeming nothing as you cuddled your three kids and your husband for the night. "It doesn't seem like it is tonight that she sleeps in her bed yet", Pierre said as he brushed the boys' hairs, "She'll come around eventually", you smiled at your three babies, no matter how old they got, they will always be your babies, trying your best to kiss them goodnight before you switched off the bedside lamp.

"Are you and papa going to be upset if I don't sleep in my bed, mama?", Élodie asked while you were putting her pyjamas on, "No, ange, we would never be upset. It's okay to feel unsure about it, but me and papa also know that you can do it, don't you believe in yourself?", you urged her, "I do, I think I can do it tonight", she said as you brushed her hair, hearing footsteps enter the room, "Mama, why don't we have a sleepover with Élodie in her room? Me and Louis can stay with her so she knows she can do it", Alexandre said as the younger boy nodded and your insides melted into goo. Yeah, your husband had to give you a fourth kid, this was the final seal. "And how do you want to do it? The three of you don't fit in the bed", making Louis yell for his father, "Louis, mon petit, inside voice, please", you asked gently, "Sorry mama, but papa can help you get the mattress from our beds so we can sleep on the floor", he announced just in time so that Pierre could hear the plan, helping you accomplish their plan, "Just promise me you'll behave, okay?", you said earning nods from the three of them.

Saying goodnight to the kids, you and Pierre for back to your room, hopeful that this may be the way that Élodie would get comfortable sleeping without her father and, later, alone in her own bedroom, "We did good, didn't we?", Pierre asked, "Oh, mon amour, we're not done with baby Gaslys", you nodded before your grabbed his shoulders, checking the monitor to see them all sleeping before you opened the next chapter of your family's story.

I do agree that Pierre's kids would be little shits by genetics but they would also be the kindest boys in the world, especially with a little sister 🥺

#pierre gasly imagine #pierre gasly fluff #pierre gasly × reader #pierre gasly fic #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic

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charmsandtealeaves · 3 months

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Well despite a very busy week, I actually also managed a lot of reading! Big win for me personally. This week is still predominantly Jily (no surprises there - especially with gift exchange fics dropped)

Read This Week:

Pinkest Bluestocking of the Ton by @wearingaberetinparis (Ch.11-)

WIP, Regency Jily, Rated M

Dearest Reader, the ton are abuzz with the latest gossip, and so it is my honour to impart to you the news that the Duke of Peverell has returned to London at last! A year after setting off on his tour of Europe, Lady Peverell's son has returned and rumour has it that his mother is preparing for the most joyous of occasions: a late summer wedding that sees her son wed the next Duchess of Peverell. It is my sincere hope that you have stored a bottle of wine for this most delightful of upcoming events for if ever there were a more determined mama, this writer is Icarus and this society paper has been scorched for flying too close to the sun. A Jily Regency Romance inspired by Shondaland's "Bridgerton".

Down Comes The Night by Wearingaberetinparis (Ch.1-)

WIP, Hogwarts Jily, Different Houses, Rated M

As the Wizarding World grows ever darker, the threat of Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters looming, James Potter – Gryffindor at heart, pure of blood, traitor by nature – and Lily Evans – Ravenclaw of mind, Muggle by birth, solitary of soul – are appointed Head Boy and Girl.

To Bring Down A Kingdom by @mppmaraudergirl (Ch.1-)

WIP, Forbidden Love Jily, Rated M

“If we do this…” “For all of time, they will say it was our love that brought down a kingdom.” A story about forbidden lovers, the battle between duty and love, and the cost of betrayal. Inspired by the film Tristan and Isolde.

Your Friend, James by @thelighthousestale

Complete (5.3k), Letters, Hogwarts Jily, Rated T

It is the summer before their 7th year, and Lily and James spend the entire holiday writing letters to each other as their relationship slowly changes from friends to something more.

Miss Evans and the Impossible Task (of finding a husband) by @annasghosts (Ch.9)

Complete (22.2K), Regency Era Jily, Rated T

Miss Lily Evans, the youngest daughter of a widow with a modest fortune, at one and twenty years of age knows what is required of her: to find a husband willing to support her and her mother. The problem? Men of the London society aren’t swayed by her lack of a dowry and brazen attitude. Luckily for her Mr James Potter has just come home from Cambridge and she can enlist his help to find out what men really want.

A Tale of Two Sisters by Annasghosts

Complete (2k) Lily and Petunia Evans, Rated G

This is the story of Lily and Petunia Evans, two sisters who couldn't be more different, but once upon a time, when they were little girls, thought their bond unbreakable.

Theogony by @clare-with-no-i

Complete (120k), Ancient Greece/Time Travel Jily, Rated M

The trip that Lily Evans expects to go on is the annual pre-dissertation jaunt to Athens with the rest of her Classical Civilizations PhD program. The trip she does not expect to go on is to 479 BCE, right on the cusp of one of the most important battles in the Greco-Persian war. Now, she has to navigate antiquity as she tries to find her way back to the 21st Century, God—or gods—help her. James wants to win this war. No, James needs to win this war. He is a man of honor and duty, and even if it means dying a gruesome, bloody death, he will go down in history as one of Athens's great warriors. He will suffer no distractions; not even beautiful ones who speak strangely and refuse to listen to his orders.

Drunk on You by @kay-elle-cee

Complete (4.3k), jily in a tub, Rated E

While on a weekend getaway with some friends, Lily steals away somewhere private to cool down from the sweltering heat and the alcohol in her system. James Potter, a (very fit) friend-of-a-friend who's tagged along, has a similar idea. Spilled wine, bare skin, and bold flirting do not help them cool down one bit.

Accidental Magic by @missgryffin

Complete (9.1k), Jily smut, Rated E

What else is there to do after confessing feelings in the middle of the night than spend a lazy Saturday in bed?

The Three-Minute Initiative by @annabtg

Complete (1.9k), Jily Speed Dating, Rated T

The first bloke Lily meets at the speed dating event is too cold and distant; the second one lacks enthusiasm; the third one doesn’t look like the type to take initiative. The fourth bloke is when she stops counting.

The Couch Chronicles by @jamesunderwater

Complete (3.1k), jily/jilypad cuteness, Rated G

Lily Evans thought Sirius Black wasn't her friend, but she also thought James Potter was just her colleague. She was wrong on both accounts. written for the lovely AnnaBtG as part of @jilymicrofic's 2024 Jily Gift Exchange, and inspired by this fanart.

Loose Ends by @abihastastybeans

Complete (1.7k), Enemies to Lovers, Thieves Jily, Rated M

Written for Jilymicrofics' Valentine's Gift Exchange 2024!! "He walked up behind Lupin and scanned the map, tracing his finger over the hand drawn lines, determinedly. “You’re part of the team now and you’re going to help me show Lily Evans who’s who.”"

Thrice Defied by abihastastybeans

Complete (2.4k), First Wizarding War Jily, Rated M

Written for Jilymicrofics' Valentine's Gift Exchange 2024! James and Lily defying Voldemort three times

there's nothin' like a mad man by @athenasparrow

Complete (1k), Jily smut, Rated E

Order Jily love confessions

Never Far Behind (Those Vivid Knuckles) by @uncertainwallflower

Complete (742), protective jily, Rated E

To wrong Lily Evans is to face James Potter's wrath.

As Good A Reason by @fiendishfyre

Complete (9k), jily enemies to lovers, rated G

James and Lily enter a competition to become apprentices to a famed Potion master.

Operation Jily by @nena-96

Complete (3k), jily, meddling friends, Rated T

Marlene is tired of putting up with James and Lily, so she seeks the help from Sirius and Remus in order to get those two idiots together. Operation Jily is set and ready for action.

Sweethearts’ Special by @tinyluminaryzombie

Complete (1.6k), Jily Coffee Shop AU, Rated T

What happens when your coffee shop nemesis, asks you to pretend to be a couple? "I’ve been staring at the stupid cupcakes for the past hour, and they look way too good. Anyways, would you be willing to join forces and pretend to be together for the free cupcake and coffee?”

Hell is Empty (and all the devils are here) by @nodirectionhome-ao3

Complete (11.4k), canon divergent Order! Jily, Rated M

When an Order mission takes an unexpected turn, James and Lily find themselves stranded together. In the aftermath of the chaos, sheltering together through the storm, a fire catches between them.

Between the Desire and the Spasm by @uncertainwallflower (ch.10)

WIP, canon divergent, modern with magic jily, Rated M

Trains are arguably the centre of everything. The sinew of civilisation for muggles and wizards alike. They are where all walks of life converge. Congregate. In synchronised traversal. Shared agony inflicted by the piercing screech of metal on metal, bonding all patrons aboard a carriage. And outside. A passing glimpse of someone you thought you’d never see again. Trains. They change everything.

Quest For Camelot by @petalsinwoodvale (Ch.10-11)

WIP, Quest for Camelot Jily AU, Rated T

All Lily has ever wanted is to be a knight, like her father, Sir Lionel. After Camelot is attacked and the magical sword Excalibur is stolen, she finds herself teaming up with James, a young blind hermit, as they embark on a quest to find the lost sword. Together, they face the threat of the evil Ruber, navigate challenges with a two-headed dragon and an ogre, and discover that they're more alike than they initially thought. Will they manage to return the sword to Arthur in time, or will they lose not only each other but also their dreams and the precious Excalibur? Based on the 1998 movie Quest for Camelot, but more plot and less singing.

The Librarian of Hogsmeade Village by @ohmygodshesinsane

Complete (8.2k), modern jily AU, Rated T

Lily's work as a librarian in the small village of Hogsmeade has kept her occupied for the past six years, forever keeping the wheels of the town on the track. As the holidays approach, she prepares to settle in with a nice mug of tea and a well-thumbed old book. When a new resident and his son arrive at her weekly story-reading, with cheeky smiles and big hearts, those plans are tossed out the window in favour of chasing love, for once - not escaping it.

Heart Transfiguration by @siriuslychessi

Complete (2.8k), Hogwarts Jily, Rated G

James and Lily have a study session on their 6th year where James starts to notice some changes in Lily's behaviour.

Get a Room by @chierafied

Complete (1.3k), Modern Jily AU, Rated T

The long-awaited trip to London goes awry when Marlene chooses to spend time with her boyfriend - forcing Lily to share their room with none other than James Potter.

The Duel by @reality-exodus

Complete (3k), First Wizarding War, Rated G

While the Marauders are studying in Hogwarts the first wizarding world blooms on their societies with the threat towards Muggleborns getting greater, unfortunately Hogwarts its not a safe place anymore, as the slytherins carry on the believes of their families in school grounds. What happens when Lilly is a targeted Muggle?

Just The Two Of Us by @arianatwycross

Complete (10.2k), Hogwarts Jily, Rated T

Head Students James and Lily face a perilous twist when a malicious potion surfaces in hate mail directed at Lily. Dumbledore orders a week-long quarantine in the Head Students' suite. With unspoken crushes lingering, the duo navigates close quarters, leading to unexpected revelations, lingering looks and forehead kisses.

The Wait Was Worth It by @rose-of-the-grave

Complete (3.3k), Hogwarts Jily, Rated G

James is trying to move on. Lily thinks it's too late. With some help from their friends them might finally be on the same page.

The Boy (In The Bedroom) Next Door by @eastwindmlk (Ch.1-5)

WIP, Canon Divergent Jily, Rated T

1986 Lily Evans has to move in with her new potion's teacher to finish her apprenticeship. There is one small issue, said teacher? Fleamont Potter, father of infinitely annoying and frustratingly fit former rival James Potter. Who she has not seen after leaving Hogwarts after her third year.

The Queen of the Quills (Jily Edition) by @elliemarchetti

WIP, Regency Jily, Rated T

James Potter, London's most evasive bachelor, an impertinent libertine, has decided to get married. He has also already chosen his wife, the debutante Lily Evans, a self-confident young woman who has not the slightest intention of being seduced by such a man.

#charms read round up #week 7 #fic recs

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lunarmoonanons · 1 year

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Among Dragon Royalty

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YN has a hard time her first few hours in the red keep. The servants are too watchful. And the royals are strange and pale, their violet eyes unnerving to the girl.

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It took several maids to undress the strange child, intending to bathe her once she had arrived at the red keep; as the girl kicked and scratched at the strangers who grabbed her clothing. YN did not want to give up her clothes for some strange royal clothes; her skirts had design and meaning, her shawl was made by her mother, everything she wore had some type of significance to her.

Her fight increased when she noticed them reach for her satchel. YN lunged forward and slapped the woman who touched it. “Don’t touch my things!” The little girl sneered. Before the woman could get angry, the queen came into the room followed by a little boy with white hair.

“Darling, you must get cleaned. Please do not hurt the servants.” The queen asked, reaching forward to stroke her hair. Marveling at the thicker texture. “I have realized, sweetling. You have not spoken your name. May I have it?”

YN looked suspiciously at the woman, her strange purple eyes offered nothing but kindness and loyalty. “You may not have my name, you can call me YN.” A repeated phrase left YN’s lips, something she had said many times in dark lands from where she came.

“Well YN, I know this must be strange to you. It’s strange to us that a child who does not have the blood of old valyria could command such a large dragon.” Alysanne knelt to the girl, her words confusing the boy who stood at her side.

“Is that why you all look so strange? You have this old blood?” YN asked.

“Yes love, we are of old valyria. Perhaps your blood contains the same magic.” Alysanne told the girl.

“Mama, if she is valyrian like us, why does she look so different?” The boy asked.

“I am from a dark place. I don’t remember much.” YN said. “I will bathe myself, I am more comfortable that way.”

“Of course, you must join us for dinner. My husband and I wish to know you more.” Alysanne nodded. She felt such a maternal need for the girl. When she heard her fighting the maids, she almost had them taken for treason against her baby. How strange that she thought of YN as her baby already. But hearing the girl kick and struggle awoken such a fire in her, she felt so compelled to burn them. Luckily Aemon had been there to calm her.

When Alysanne stood to leave the room, YN shot up suddenly and placed a hand on the woman’s stomach. Her eyes flashed a dark deep red for only a moment before returning to their original almost black brown.

“I can feel a dragon in there. You’re going to have a baby this year.” YN said simply. Turning to the tub, YN did not notice the woman slowly and hesitantly bring her hands to her stomach. With teary eyes Alysanne tentatively rubbed the area.

“Are you sure?” She asked with a shaky breath.

“Yes. I can feel a dragon presence, it’s not mature or alive like you. But it’s the stirrings of the dragon blood there.” YN turned to Aemon, patting his head. “Your dragon blood is singing too, I think you’ll fly high with dragons.”

Aemon smiled at the girl who was only a year older than him. He didn’t seem thrilled when he heard his parents were bringing a child home, he was still missing Dany. But when he finally saw her, his mind went from apprehension to joy at the sight of a sister and playmate. Baelon was fun but as he was still so small Aemon wanted a playmate who could keep up. Like his parents, his blood felt for her but in a loyal sense of children who deemed each other playmates for life.

“Will we play later?” The boy asked.

YN smiled and nodded. Truly, she also just wanted to play around as a child would, now with the opportunity presenting itself YN felt a warm tingly feeling in her stomach. Excitement. When Alysanne carted Aemon away to allow the girl to bathe, YN stared at the dragon tapestries. Drifting away in her memory.

A memory of shadow binders dancing around a fire. Of their shadows dancing on the walls, but not matching the moments of the bodies they were meant to mimic. She dazed off to a memory of the shadow mountains, where she heard calls of old dragons. Her mind was not focused, hopping from faded memory to faded memory, but always being pulled back to the heart of darkness, and an abstract burning figure.

So it seems that the dragon blood in the Targaryen family sings to YN as well, it does not hypnotize her though. Perhaps that is due to the strange place from her memory.

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the-other-art-blog · 5 months

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What if My Cottage was Edmund and Violet's first home? A backstory for My Cottage and how it changed after Benedict met Sophie. Based on this (x) headcanon.

1795

Ten-year-old Benedict Bridgerton stood at the front entrance of his house. He turned to look at it once again. Was it his house still?

“Are we not coming back, mama?” Benedict asked as the servants finished putting everything on the carriages.

“We will live in Aubrey Hall from now on, sweetheart. Your grandfather needs help and it’s your father’s responsibility to do it.” Violet said sweetly. “You like Aubrey Hall, don’t you?”

The little boy nodded eagerly. Aubrey Hall was huge, with lots of places to hide and run. And with the Rokesbys so close, they had tons of playmates. Plus, his grandparents were there. He enjoyed spending time with Grandma Alexandra. She always encouraged him to draw with her. And then she embroidered his designs. There was no reason for him to be sad.

Except that he liked his current home. It wasn’t as big as Aubrey Hall, but he liked his room and the big windows of the library. The staff was also fun, or at least he always had fun running around with them. Mr. Crabtree always let them lay with dirt and Mrs. Crabtree made the best eggs. Other members of the staff came and went, but they always stayed. He will miss them. At least, Mr. Rogers (his tutor) was going with them.

“Everything’s ready, my love?” Edmund’s voice came from behind. Both Violet and Benedict turned around.

“It seems so…” Violet started laughing when she saw him.

“I just found these munchkins running around in the house,” Edmund joked as he held Colin from the feet, and carried Daphne with his other arm, both children laughing hysterically. “Should we bring them with us?”

“Papa!” Colin called him.

“You’ll be traveling with Mrs. Edwards. Go inside the carriage!” Edmund set them down and the children run to their nanny.

“Everything is alright, son?” Edmund asked Benedict, who nodded. “Go with your brother.”

“I think he’s going to miss this house,” Violet said once Benedict was gone.

1803

Benedict looked at himself in the mirror. The last month had been a whirlwind of emotions. His father had died, just like that. He was picking flowers in the garden with Eloise when a bee stung him and he died. He didn’t even get to say goodbye.

He had gone riding with Anthony. He would have won the race, but suddenly, out of nowhere, he felt a tingling sensation and his entire body went numb. He felt an urge to leave. Anthony passed by and celebrated his victory. When Benedict said he wanted to go back, Anthony assumed he was a sore loser. But then they arrived and everything changed. Anthony entered first to their parents’ bedroom where his father lay on the bed, while his mother sat next to him. Benedict had to tend to the horses first for losing a bet. He saw his father for a few minutes before going to the children in the nursery.

Three weeks later her mother gave birth to his baby sister, Hyacinth.

And now Anthony, Violet, and he prepared themselves for the reading of his father’s will. Anthony said he was fine waiting. Everyone knew what the will was going to say. Anthony will inherit the title, money, and properties. Benedict, Colin, and Gregory will receive a generous income yearly. The girls will all have respectable dowries, Edmund had already foresaw the possibility of having another girl. Hyacinth was safe too. However, Violet insisted. The birth had gone as quickly and easily as possible. She was ready, she needed the will to have closure.

They sat in from of their father’s desk, with Violet at the center.

To my son Benedict, I leave My Cottage.

Benedict, who had maintained his eyes set on the mahogany desk for the majority of the reading, looked up, first at the lawyer then at his mother and brother. Violet took his hand that laid on his leg.

As I know how special that house was for him and because I trust he will preserve its unique name.

Was that a joke? It made Benedict smile that his father could still retain his sense of humor even in such an important document.

It is my sincerest wish that this home fills with love and laughter as it once was when you were growing up.

“Are you alright with the will?” He asked Anthony once the lawyer left. Anthony looked at him confused. “My Cottage, I mean.”

“Of course. He told me years ago.”

“He did?”

“I think he wanted to tell you after you graduated from Cambridge. He knew you missed it. But he included it on the will just in case.”

Just in case , Benedict repeated in his head.

“I didn't even know he still had it.”

In the end, it was agreed that the property would continue under the care of the family estate. The steward would take care of everything while Anthony went to university. Benedict was only sixteen years old and still in Eton. After that, he needed to go to university.

May 1817

In all the years Benedict had had My Cottage, it had never felt more lively than now. Nothing had changed in years. The rooms look exactly the same. Most of them were only collecting dust. The gardens still had the rose bushes blooming. And the Crabtrees were still the only servants in the house. He was there for a few months every year and there was no need for more people when he brought his valet.

The only difference was Sophie.

Benedict had never brought anyone to My Cottage. When he took possession of the property, Violet came to see the house and greeted the Crabtrees, who were delighted in having Benedict as the master of the house. But he always imagined this was going to be the house he would share with his wife and kids. That’s what his father wanted for him. So far, he had only had casual relationships, mostly in London. And he would never consider marriage to him, or vice versa. So, he never brought any woman. He once dreamed of bringing the lady in silver and starting their family. But after two years of not finding her, his hopes were starting to vanish.

But now, Sophie was here. He did not plan it, but he could not leave her alone in an inn. Not after what she went through. Besides, he promised to find her employment at his mother’s house and he did not make promises lightly.

And if he was honest, he liked Sophie. They had spent several hours together every day and they had shared quite a lot about themselves. Well, he did. Sophie wanted to know more about the rock collection and his drawings. He had been happy to talk to her, which was odd but he felt too comfortable to deny her anything. And he had learned a lot about her, even if she wasn’t as open as him. She was terribly smart and funny. Their senses of humor were surprisingly compatible. She was sarcastic and witty when she wanted to be, and luckily she was loosening up as days went by. Plus, she had proven to be an excellent nurse, even if she claimed she had never done something like that. She was a hard worker, something Benedict always appreciated in people. He still had questions about her backstory. He did not believe the story of her mother’s mistress for a second. No woman is so kind as to let a servant’s daughter receive the same education as the daughters of the house. But he supposed he could let Sophie open up at her own pace.

In the meantime, her presence was enough.

June 1817

“Well, Mrs. Bridgerton. This is your new home.” Benedict helped his bride out of the carriage.

Sophie giggled and took in the view.

This was not the first time she was here. But it was not the same to arrive as a servant rescued from an abusive employer than as the lady of the house. She remembered when she first came, not the night of the storm, but the morning after. She had breakfast with Benedict, threw a candle stick at him, and made her way to the kitchen. Mrs. Crabtree assured her she had everything in control, so she walked a bit around the house. She was very curious about it. She wanted to know where Benedict lived. My Cottage fit him. And if she let herself daydream for a minute, she knew it fit her. A cozy house in the country had been her dream since she was a child.

She still did not know what lucky Star heard her because it had become reality. This was her home now, Benedict was her husband and their children were going to grow up here. Somehow My Cottage looked even more beautiful this time.

“Shall we?”

“Benedict!” Sophie screamed, taken by surprise. Benedict carried her through the threshold.

Needless to say, the only room Sophie saw during her first days as a newlywed was the bedroom. Not that she was complaining, but she couldn’t help but blush like a tomato when she saw Mrs. Crabtree again.

1825

Benedict sat at the edge of the lake, holding his baby daughter as he dunked her feet on the water. She giggled every time. It was Benedict’s favorite sound in the world. She was already trying to take her first steps. Soon, there will be four little terrors running around My Cottage, just like Anthony, Colin, Daphne and him once did. Or at least that was what his mother kept telling him. He does not remember them being so bad. Of course when he replied like that, Violet reminded him that was exactly what his father said to his father.

As Violet entertained herself with the grass and flowers in front of her, he thought of My Cottage. He thought of all the memories he had from his childhood. Of Anthony and him playing hide and seek, of the excursions with his father, of Colin and Daphne’s birth. And then he thought of when they left and how much he missed it for months. But he never told anyone cause Anthony would call him a baby. And yet his father knew.

His father saved it for him. So that he could fill it with love and laughter again.

For a few years, he thought that was never going to happen. And then Sophie came.

The rooms that used to be empty were now slowly filling. Sophie had a studio where she kept the books. His studio was now a proper professional artist’s studio to work on his commissions and personal projects. There he created the portraits that decorated their home. Charlie will need his own room soon, and then Alexander, and William and Violet. And with Sophie’s exquisite style, it was elegantly decorated. Even the servants’ quarters improved and were now full.

It used to be a silent and lonely house with only him and the Crabtrees. Now they had witnessed people falling in love, and had hosted wedding parties, courtships, births, birthdays, and other celebrations. And if they had a tragic memory of Charlie's sickness, they also remembered Philip saving him. Sophie was extremely popular in town and she often had callers from Rosemade.

Plus, with the Bridgerton family growing at an exponential rhythm, there were always visitors to entertain. Violet visited a couple of times a year, and Posy was a regular guest. The Crabtrees stayed as cook/housekeeper and groundkeeper. But now they had a butler, Sophie’s lady’s maid, Benedict’s valet, the children’s nanny, and other maids.

The first time he and Sophie sat in the dining room was when it actually hit him. Finally, he was the head of a family. Now, with his children and the wonderful memories they have accumulated, it filled his heart with joy that his father’s wishes had come true.

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