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mysticalrambling · 3 years

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Coming Home (C.E)

Chris Evans Fanfiction (Fanfiction Masterlist)

Summary: dad!Chris Evans. Chris comes home to his twins fighting and he scolds them. But he also takes care of their wounds with you and then you all go out to eat ice cream and have a family day.

Warnings: None. Minimum angst but fluff all the way.

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"Where are the kids?" Your husband came and sat right next to you on the couch. It was a shock to him when he didn't see his two little munchkins clinging to his legs the moment he entered the house. It has been kind of their routine from the moment they could walk on their little two legs.

“They are busy playing in their play room. Why are you not happy about it?” You knew that after a full day of shooting, coming home to two energetic kids was tiring and stressful. So you were shocked when he wasn’t glad to have a moment of peace by himself.

“Well, they are a part of my routine now. It feels weird not having them jumping around me.” The three year olds have always been more attached to Chris than you. Initially, you were a little jealous that the twins focused all their attention on your husband but now you were glad. Having a piece of quiet while he handled the children was pretty awesome.

You both had pretty successful careers and when the twins came into your lives, you both decided that you would handle it all together. In the start, each one of your married girlfriend told you that you had to quit your job as the marketing head because being a mom was a full time job. You were scared and when you shared your concerns with Chris, he consoled you and told you that you would both do it all. Having successful careers while being good parents.

“Just spend sometime with me while Emma and Jason are distracted.” Pouring him a glass of wine, you leaned in to him with your head on his shoulder.

“That is a good way to spend my evening. How was your day, sweetheart?”

“It was hell. My boss gave me a project to complete with a bizarre timeline and when I couldn’t complete it on time. He just took it all out on me in front of my colleague.” Today was humiliating for you and you couldn’t wait to get home, drink a nice glass of wine and relax. “Hated it, babe. How about you?

“Well, my co star couldn’t get her part right so we had to do the same scene five times. We are behind on shooting now and I have to get up early tomorrow morning so that we can catch up to the schedule.” Sighing, he took a long sip of the red liquid and felt his muscles relaxing.

There was a moment of silence that enveloped the room and you just basked in it. “A crappy day for us both.”

“Indeed. Let’s do something exciting then.” He kissed you and just when things were about to get heated, a piercing scream interrupted the moment.

“What-What is happening?” He was still in a haze and couldn’t properly interpret anything.

“It looks like your kids are fighting again.”

“Are you going to handle them?”

“Oh no!” Laughing at his incredulous request, you picked up your glass again. “You wanted to spend time with them so go on.”

Chris got up from the couch and went upstairs. Emma and Jason love each other to death but they have been fighting from the womb. Emma is the stubborn one and while, Jason backs out most of the time. Sometimes, he retaliates and it turns real bad, real fast. They were pretty hot headed, just like you.

“What is happening here?” The dad mode was fully in place when he saw his little girl sitting on the floor with hands pressed to a bloody forehead and his little boy trying to console her.

“She pushed me and then I pushed her. Not my fault. But she hurt, daddy.” The panic in Jason’s eyes was evident.

“(Y/N)! Come here, right now!” You scrambled to your feet as soon as Chris’s voice boomed across the living room. “You never hurt your sister, Jason. This is not alright.” The stern voice was new for Chris but the situation required it.

“But, daddy-”

“No excuses, Mister. Now, apologise to your sister and no toys for you for the whole week.” He got in to action with the first aid kit that he took out of their walk in closet. Emma was still crying her lungs out even when Chris tried to console her. She was not letting him touch the wound and was squirming uncontrollably in his lap.

“Daddy, why you always bla- blame me? Hate you.” Hiccuping, he stuttered on the big words and then stomped out of the room. You tried to stop your son but he just ran past you.

“What is- Oh my god!” The blood was now soaking up your little girl’s shirt and she still wouldn’t let Chris touch the wound.

The one thing that your kids inherited from your husband was the fear of blood and stitches. The small three year old knew that a boo boo that hurts really bad will lead to stitches. You knew how to handle all three of your babies in situation like these. Taking Emma from your husband, you hugged her lightly.

“Bubba, I need to look at your boo boo and then you can have the Elsa bandage.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.” When she removed her chubby, little hand, you were relieved that the cut was not big or deep. A bandage would just do the trick. You softly hummed a tune in her ears while you applied an antiseptic to the wound and then the band aid. She had tears streaming down her face and she was sniffling quietly. Chris took her from you when you were done and gently rocked her in his arms. He always loved it when both your children seeked comfort in you. It reminded him of how lucky he was to have you. “Where did Jason go?”

“I scolded his regarding this and he threw a tantrum.” When Emma heard Jason’s name, she further curled herself into his chest.

“Give her to me.” Raising her face by holding her chin, you sternly asked her. “Tell me what happened, young lady?”

With a guilty tone, she told you both that she was the one who pushed Jason first. They were both playing with the doll house that Chris bought Emma as her third birthday present. Jason wanted to add his toy cars to the doll house but she won’t allow it. She pushed him first and he hit his wrist on the small coffee table but then he pushed her back. When she fell back, she hit her head on the side of the wooden house.

“You are going to apologise to him, Emma. I told you that this much anger is not alright, bubba.” Chris took her to the twin’s room that had two different themes running through it. Emma was never a fan of the color pink so she went with purple and Jason really loved yellow, so he got that. The room looked like a clown’s den but Chris was never the one to deny his children’s requests. They had his whole heart well, except you.

“Jace, Emma would like to say something to you.” Setting her on her feet, she went towards his elder brother by barely three minutes.

“I am sorry, Jacey. Never should have pushed you. Kiss your boo boo to make up?” He nodded gently when his sister climbed in to the body. Extending the bruised wrist, Emma held it in her hands and lightly pecked on it. Meanwhile, you got a numbing cream for Jason and you stopped in the doorway with Chris and watched their interaction. They were your and Chris’s two little bundle of joys and you both couldn’t get enough.

“I am sorry that I yelled at you, baby. You two will not have your toys for a week. But who wants ice cream right now?” They both jumped at the mention of their favorite treat.

Chris had a way with the children. He completed all their wishes from eating ice cream as dinner or buying the most expensive toys for them. Making them happy was his primary job and he fulfilled it with great joy. However, he knew when to step up. He knew when to tell them no because he didn’t want his children to be some spoiled brats. He knew how to mediate and that was one of the many thing that you loved about him.

“I will get your jackets while daddy will help you with your shoes.” Going downstairs, you placed Dodger’s food in his bowl because you were going to be out for sometime. Chris always turns a simple outing to a full blown family day. A walk in the park, dinner at a high end restaurant and then shopping at the mall.

“Let’s go.” He buckled both the kids in their respective booster seats and made sure that they both had their preferred stuff toys. God knows, if they didn’t have them on their car ride.

The ice cream place on the fifth avenue was your favorite because it was where Chris took you on your first date. Both the children went for chocolate ice creams and Chris cleaned them up after they were done anything. It was so wholesome to watch him perform his dad duties.

“Then Oliver tried to eat dirt and the teacher gave him a time out.” You never understood why your son was friends with that boy because all he ever cared about was dirt.

“That’s why I hate boys. They are dirty.”

“That’s right, bubba. They are all dirty and disgusting. You stay away from all of them.” Gently nudging him with your shoulders, you playfully scoffed at him. He was sometimes very protective of his children.

“Ollie said girls also have icky germs.”

“Yes. You also stay away from them.” Chris was full on laughing at the situation right now because both the kids were in some serious thoughts.

“Okay dadda.” They both started skipping on the side walk and already started bickering about who was their dad’s favorite. He took you in his arms and kissed you on the forehead.

“Thank you for all this, babe. I love you.” He was truly thankful for you and for everything that you brought in his life.

“I love you too. Now let’s buckle them in before they start pushing each other again.”

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A/N: Dad Chris Evans is a dream so I wanted to write a little blurb related to this idea. Hope you guys enjoyed it. You guys can send in requests but I will get to them a little bit later because I am focusing on my drafts right now. Tell me if you guys want to be added to the tag list.

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duskamethyst · 3 years

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make it right.

a/n: i was on a writing high. i initially hated this so much but ended up with 12 pages long.

word count: 5.1k

genre: mature, smut, nsfw, angst to fluff

warnings: mentions of abortion, pregnancy

pairing: hawks x f!reader

𝅘𝅥𝅮 music rec: the reason by hoobastank 𝅘𝅥𝅮

summary: you told keigo that you’re carrying his child but he didn’t take it well. five years later he shows up in front of your door after being invited by his son and says he wants to fix everything.

you lean down towards the counter as you concentrate on creating pretty swirls of cream on the cake you baked with a piping bag. the dining table is full of food, a feast almost too huge for only two people, but you have a good excuse. it is a special day. your son’s fifth birthday to be exact.

kids these days can be ruthless and your son doesn’t get along very well with the other kids from his kindergarten. they like picking on others that seem too fragile, too quiet – criteria that fits him well and it doesn’t help with the fact that they know he’s growing up without a father. your child never opened up to you about the constant mocking he faced until one day you overheard him sobbing through his pillow in his own room. it was dark, though the door was still open by an inch to allow a small amount of light to penetrate into the room whenever he slept. he said he wanted to sleep earlier because he was tired but the muffling sounds he tried to conceal betrayed his efforts when you passed by later that night.

it made you angry and disappointed in yourself. you really tried your best to juggle between being a mom and a dad at the same time, keeping an eye on your child and working your ass off to make a living for the two of you. you’d always put up a tough front, never broke down in front of him when you were dead tired from being overworked and the thought of him trying to not make you worry, shattered your heart into pieces. you know that all he deserves is a good life and you constantly blame yourself for not being good enough, mostly angry at your past self for not even knowing how to make good decisions and think things through.

if only you could turn back time, you would tell yourself to never get involved with a pro hero – to never get involved with someone who feels so responsible for other strangers’ lives but not their own child’s.

were you being selfish? for not understanding that his work always comes first? he can’t possibly have a family when he has villains out there that need to be put in their right place for their crimes. were you expecting too much from him?

“can’t you… get rid of it?” he muttered. his cold words felt like a sharp blade that just stabbed you in the heart. never once you thought that he would say that. how easy was it for him to ask you to throw out another life like it meant nothing?

“keigo, you can’t be serious.” you shook your head, your legs were already wobbling and you felt sick to your stomach. this news should be happy for the both of you but unfortunately, you two weren’t on the same page.

was it your fault? keigo never spoke about having a child together but he always said he’d love to build a family with you someday – he loved you, he would always protect you and be there for you. sure, it was a slip up this time. you always made sure to take proper measures to avoid pregnancy from happening but you were also more than glad to bear this child and you were convinced that keigo would be happy about it as much as you were. he loved you so much, after all.

“i don’t think…” he stammered, trying to find the right words. “give me some time.”

your lips pursed into a thin line, hands clenching hard and knuckles turning white. think? the uncertainty in his voice was already giving you the obvious answer. he couldn’t even look you in the eyes. he never wanted this.

“save the trouble, keigo.” you spat. “how about i’ll just leave so you don’t even have to think at all?”

keigo finally lifted up his head to look at you with wavering eyes, but he still couldn’t find the words to say, to comfort you. “what are you saying?”

“i’m still going to have this child. even if it means i have to do it alone.” with a sharp breath, you turned around towards the door.

you heard a frustrating sigh coming from your back, “you know i can’t. you know damn well that i have my job as a hero and i can’t look after… after a child!”

“but it’s your child keigo!” you turned around to scream and look at him again, tears already welling in your eyes, threatening to pour out.

“and what difference does that make?!” he yelled back. “in fact, that’s even worse!”

the room was quiet as the both of you just stood there. keigo slowly realizing what just came out of his mouth in the heat of the moment while you just stared at him in disbelief. both were standing stunned and speechless from what he clearly said. that was it, you thought.

“fuck you.” you cursed under your breath and immediately left his place, not even sparing a look back.

if he was sorry, he would chase after you. if he didn’t mean it, he would look everywhere for you.

but none of that happened.

you ended up going back to your hometown after that. it was shameful, to finally see your parents again but just to cry on their feet as soon as you saw their faces and telling them that you were carrying an illegitimate child. it was devastating for them initially but thankfully they easily accepted it, welcoming you to stay over at their place with open arms so they could help you throughout your pregnancy until the baby was born and grown. above all, you were still their daughter. living far away, your parents had never met keigo and they were shocked to know that you were having the no.2 pro hero’s baby but also disappointed at how he reacted when you told him the news.

however, what was done is done and you can only manage to move forward by raising the child with your utmost capability. you promised yourself that you’ll protect and raise this child with as much love and care a mother can offer. whatever it takes, even if you’ll have to do it by yourself.

you ended up living with your parents until your son turned four and decided to live independently, not wanting to burden them any longer. they didn’t want to let you go, the presence of the child brought so much joy in their daily lives. he was a bundle of sunshine and they loved him so much.

and kyō is just beautiful.

keigo’s genes manage to overpower your son compared to yours. fluffy but shorter blonde hair, dark and sharp on the inner corner of the eyes and not to forget the red wings on his back. it isn’t as big as keigo’s yet but it still stands out. although he takes on your personality more, every part of him reminds you of keigo and sometimes it feels like a jab to your chest. it hurts to be reminded of the man that hurt you and told you to get rid of the child you were bearing so ruthlessly.

throughout the years, you tried to make peace with the past. at first, it was hard to look at the news and see his face. he was almost everywhere, a lot of stores also sold his merchandise and his face even covered the magazines-- you realized you couldn’t escape him, your past. although he’s in the limelight, the media was still unaware about his private life and you were glad alas the similar features of kyō to the pro hero made some passersby and mothers at the park question you. fortunately, you already came up with a bullshit excuse like “he is such a big fan of hawks and he cosplays him every day… and oh, the wings are fake too.”

of course, strangers weren’t the only ones who inquired about it. even the little child himself could smartly notice his resemblance with the pro hero.

as soon as he first saw hawks on tv, he went on and on about how they looked so much alike. he was beyond fascinated, he could barely understand what the news was talking about at the time but being on the screen was more than enough to make him understand that hawks was an amazing guy. his eyes would twinkle in wonder when the news caught footage of him flying in the air with his red wings spreading graciously. if anything at all, kyō just couldn’t wait to flap his own smaller wings soon.

then one thing led to another. a question that any curious child would ask their parents about.

oftentimes kyō would ask you about his dad. why didn’t he have one like the other children he played with at the park and oftentimes you would try to avoid the topic and shrugged it off with a lame joke saying how you were also his dad and how you were powerful to have two bodies in one unlike other people.

he ended up growing tired of it one day, crying to you and asked if the reason why he didn’t have one was because he didn’t love him – something he heard one of the kids said. it broke you and you were lost for words. you called your parents for support and after much discussion, your mother thought he deserved to at least know the truth and you did just that.

luckily, he took it surprisingly well. even his little brain can comprehend the job of a top hero, he understood that it was a lot of work and keigo was often busy and far away. it was less to his liking when you made him promise you to not tell anyone about it and he should keep it as a secret because bad guys would chase after him if another single soul would know and his dad did it to protect him. it was a bad lie, but still, you had to do it.

later, kyō realized that his birthday was coming soon. he knew what he had always wanted. he didn’t know if he could have it but maybe… maybe if he tried and wished hard enough, it would come true.

he sneakily took your phone to look up “hawks'' on your phone, though at first he was only shown results and pictures of the literal bird before smartly adding “pro hero” at the back. with limited comprehension, he eventually managed to find the agency’s website before scrolling further to find the address to the agency and scribbled it down on a piece of paper.

“daddy?!” the bell has been ringing for a few times but you were too concentrated on decorating the birthday cake to even hear it but your son’s small wings flutter in excitement as he runs across the hallway to open the door.

your heart stops for a second. was that the reason why your son was pacing around the living room? you’re not expecting any guests for tonight’s dinner at all, especially the father of your child.

“hey! i got your letter!” the familiar excited tone of his voice bursts from the door as he speaks. he kneels down eye-level as his son and gives him a big hug. “happy birthday.”

“what letter?” you break into the conversation, arms folded in front of your chest as you lean against the wall with an unamused expression written across your face.

“i wrote daddy a letter!” your son says proudly, but you can already imagine the horrible squiggly lines on the handwritten letter.

“and you gave me a picture too. you look exactly like me, am so happy!” keigo chuckles, ruffling the hair of his boy, eliciting little giggles from the other. it’s a beautiful sight and it makes your heart ache a little at the image of what it could’ve been. if only he was fully ready to accept the fact that he was gonna bear a child. if only he knew how to balance between his career and personal life. you could’ve had the most beautiful family you’ve ever dreamed of.

“honey, can you go to your room for a bit? your daddy and i have to talk.” you say softly, hoping that he won’t take it any other way.

“am i.. in trouble?” kyō turns to you with a frown and puppy eyes – which he knows well that it would always work on you and it’s almost adorable how it’s exactly what keigo would do whenever he makes you annoyed with his antics. it’s just one of his ways to apologize to you.

you sigh and shake your head, “no. we’re gonna talk about…” you glance elsewhere as you think of an excuse. “your surprise present!”

“it’s not a surprise anymore if you say it like that, mommy!” the child laughs and scurries to his room as told and the both of you watch him with a smile tugged on your lips.

you turn back to keigo with a dour expression as soon as your son closes the door to his room, causing him to fidget a bit from his spot. he hasn’t seen it for years, after all. he’s about to pull you into a hug but instead, you quickly turn your heels around towards the kitchen.

“i still have things to do. either you help me with it or leave.”

he quickly takes off his shoes and follows you, taking in the view around the house before he enters the kitchen. the atmosphere is stuffy and tense while you sit on the stool to continue decorating the cake.

“you can help by setting up the plates. top cabinet.” you break the awkward silence and keigo obliges, he reaches the cabinet to take out the available plates and put them nicely around the table.

“you made it yourself?” he tries to make a conversation as he glances at you working on the cake.

“yeah.” you simply reply without taking your eyes off from your work.

“it’s nice. chocolate?”

“obviously.”

keigo sighs from the underwhelming response, “i know you don’t want me here but –”

“no shit.” you almost slam the table but quickly recompose yourself by taking a deep breath. for the sake of your son, you know you shouldn’t get into an argument right now, at least not today.

“look, i’ll leave as soon as this is over if that’s what you want.”

you glare at him, “it’s more than what i want right now,” then it’s your turn to sigh. “but i doubt that’s what kyō would want.”

keigo already knows his name from the letter but his lips etch into a warm smile at the sound of the name you’ve given to the-- his child and a small part of him wishes that he was there in the process of choosing a name for the boy together with you.

“okay, just for tonight. we’ll pretend like we’re a happy family.” you stand up from the stool after putting the last candle and set the cake in the middle of the table.

“...and what if we don’t have to?” he blurts out after a brief and quiet moment, immediately catching your attention. he notices the puzzled look on your face and continues, “what if we really start being a happy family from now and onwards?”

you blink once, twice. for a second, you feel a heavy pang in your chest as your brain processes the words that just came out from his mouth. it’s like déjà vu, only this time keigo has certainty in his voice.

the room falls dead silent again as you stare at each other. you’re finding words and about to open your mouth to say something but kyō suddenly interrupts from the corner of the kitchen and both of your attentions quickly turn to him.

“mommy..? i’m hungry.”

“oh, sweetheart. you’re just in time!” you walk up to kyō to carry him in your arms before bringing him to the dining table. his eyes sparkle at the variety of food spread across the table and his wings flutter in excitement.

“can you help light up the candles? the lighter is in the drawer.” you usher to keigo as you show your son his favorite food you made earlier while keigo quickly rummages through the drawer. he lights up each candle as you put down kyō on one of the chairs before he stands on his knees to reach close enough to blow the candles. the both of you excitedly sing happy birthday and clap your hands as he blows off the candles after a brief moment for a wish.

“what did you wish for?” keigo asks, affectionately patting kyō on the head.

“i wish to be a hero like daddy!” he exclaims, arms and wings spread in enthusiasm. a bittersweet feeling engulfs him-- a part of him is disappointed and ashamed of himself while another part of him is elated and relieved that he’s still looked up upon by his own child. in the corner of his heart, keigo thinks he doesn’t deserve it. kyō is a splitting image of himself (minus the color of his eyes that he takes after you) and it easily brings back visions of him from the past. he wanted to be a hero too, but his father wasn’t someone he could look up to. hence, making endeavor the only man he idolized.

he realizes he is lucky enough to be the person his son looks up to. he knows that this was what his own younger self would want. a father he can be proud of, a hero at that. keigo wants to make it right with whatever it’ll take.

the night proceeds smoothly, all three of you have fun together like any normal family would and bonding over lost times. keigo is thoughtful (though his choice seems a little bit conceited) enough to give kyō a present; an action figure of himself. unknowingly, the walls that you built around you by the time keigo arrived earlier slowly crumbles and you grow less wary around him as time ticks by. when it’s bedtime for the boy, keigo insists on putting him to bed so he can spend more time with him which you gladly consented to so you can also continue cleaning up the kitchen.

a set of footsteps coming down the stairs can be heard as you’re seated on one of the stools while sipping tea.

“want some tea?” you offer without turning around to look at the male.

“sure.” he says as he walks up to you.

you can feel his tall and lean build ghosting you from the back as you pour a cup for him but his hands suddenly reach your shoulders and give them light squeezes.

“what are you doing?” you ask quizzically, glancing at the hand on your shoulder.

“giving you a massage.” he smiles innocently as he continues pressing on the knot in your stiff shoulders, making you sigh in reflex.

“trying to get on my good side?” you say in a mocking tone.

“hmm, just showing my appreciation to you.” his hands move lower to your spine, your back arches a little as he presses down your aching muscles.

“you’re five years too late, keigo.” you sneer but welcome his service as you close your eyes and hum in content. it’s not that bad, you assure yourself in your head.

keigo diligently continues to massage your back as the kitchen now fills with your quiet sighs and whimpers whenever he rubs on the sore spot. without you realizing, he slyly pulls the collar of your baggy shirt down and plants soft kisses on your bare shoulder.

“k-keigo?” you immediately open your eyes and flinch at the sudden touch.

he remains quiet while his hands work up and down your arms gently and his lips move further up to your earlobe, sending tingling sensations down to your core and you can already feel your nipples harden underneath your shirt.

“relax.” his hot breath fans over your ear as he whispers. your cheeks are already burning red and you’re out of sarcastic remarks as you can only find yourself to indulge into his touches.

you gasp in surprise when keigo’s hands sneakily move under your shirt and quickly unsnaps your bra. he massages your breasts and kneads them gently before teasing your erect nipple between his fingers. your hands firmly clenches the edge of the island to hold yourself as he nips on the crook of your neck, just gently to carefully not leave a mark.

“you want more, babybird?” he coos as he realizes that your thighs are pressing against each other. as much as you hate to admit it, the nostalgic pet name tugs on your heartstrings and you find yourself melting after hearing it after years again.

feeling embarrassed, you quietly nod your head.

“i can’t hear you.” a teasing tone lingers in his voice. he knows what he’s doing and you hate him for it.

“more, keigo...” you whine. it sounds so innocent and adorable but it absolutely makes his cock twitch. noticing that you’ve been avoiding looking at him the whole time, he uses one of his hands to make you look at him and grins when he catches the red tint spread across your face before he presses his lips onto yours.

the traces of your ego make you hesitate at first but you’re quick to lose it as he deepens it, as if to send you a silent message of how much he misses you while his tongue intertwines with yours.

one of his hands remains to massage your mound while the other travels down south to easily part your legs and cups your heated sex. keigo rubs the clit against the fabric of your pants, eliciting breathy moans from your lips between kisses. you pull away and lean back to his body as he slides his hand under your pants, feeling the wet patch that is already staining your underwear.

“already wet from all of that?” he says playfully, taking out his hand to look at the damp juices as he rubs it between his fingers.

“says the man that was grinding his cock on my back.” you roll your eyes halfheartedly, missing the faint blush that becomes apparent on his cheeks.

keigo then reaches for the cups in front of you and pushes them aside before lifting you up on the kitchen island, making you turn towards him. he swiftly pulls down your pants along with your underwear, your cunt bare and glistening under the lights for him to see.

his golden irises lock with yours as he kicks the stool to the side and crouches down to spread your thighs apart. he starts to lap off your juices, tongue alternating between your throbbing clit and hole. your elbows help to prop you up as your head hangs back and your eyes close in pure bliss.

keigo smacks and clenches your thighs to draw your attention to him, “baby, look at me.”

you submissively lift your head to look at him, eyes locking with each other again as he watches you squirm on the tongue flicking your clit and eats you out like a starved man having his first meal after a long day.

you grab a lock of his blonde hair in one hand, pushing him closer as your legs tremble around his head, feeling the bubbling sensation of your orgasm building up.

“mmh – gonna cum!” you cry out in ecstasy, instantly forgetting the people next door and your son that’s sound asleep on the upper floor as you chase after your high.

keigo smoothly slides two fingers inside your pussy and your hips begin to grind desperately onto them. he knows you’re close when he feels the walls clenching around him and with another suck on the clit, he quickly gets to tip you over the edge.

“so good for me.” he coos as he pulls away, licking his fingers clean before carrying your panting body in his arms and walks over to sprawl your body on the couch. he hovers on top of you and kisses you again while his hands work on unzipping and taking off his lower garments to free his throbbing cock.

he smears the precum by pumping his cock as he watches you down, adoring the look of absolute bliss on your face and half lidded eyes that he longed for over the years.

“my songbird,” he purrs as he leans down to you and lines his cock with your wet cunt, “you’re so beautiful.”

if you’re already red, the endearing pet name makes you even redder. your gaze avoids his to hide your embarrassment but he only draws it back gently by your chin with his thumb and finger.

“don’t you miss me?” his brows furrowed as he searches your face. you can only stare back into his eyes – bright irises filled with nothing but genuine curiosity and desolation.

your lips pull into a thin line as you ponder for a moment, promptly unable to vocalize like earlier. it’s as if you let even one word escape your mouth, it would make you burst into tears instead. of course you missed him. your mind often wondered if he even thought of you at least once. even when you did make peace with the past, you still couldn’t bring yourself to be the one to make the first step. ego is an ugly thing and you were certain that keigo should be the one to look for you even if it was hard for him since you just disappeared out of his life.

noticing the reluctance to give him an answer, he shushes you. “it’s okay.” he kisses you sweetly on your nose. “but let me show how much i’ve missed you.”

he trails open mouthed kisses down your jaw, neck and collarbone as your hands run through his hair and down to his back. a soft whine manages to escape from your mouth when he nibbles on the soft flesh of your neck, instantly marking it red this time.

his mouth then latches onto your nipple through your shirt, making you squirm beneath him. your hands clenches to the fabric of his shirt when you feel his fingers teasingly dancing between your wet folds and his thumb ghosting over your clit.

keigo gives you a kiss on the lips again before pulling away, the cushion dips as he props himself on the knees, rubbing his hard cock against your wet slits and smearing it with your juices.

a low hiss slips from his lips as he slowly prods in the tip of his cock and your expression twists into discomfort as you feel him stretch you out more – a familiar mixture of pain and pleasure that you haven’t felt for a while.

keigo waits for you to adjust and as soon as you give him the greenlight, he continues to completely balls deep inside you.

“babybird, you feel so good.” he grunts as he bucks his hips and slowly starts to move.

you bite your lower lip hard, enough to draw blood as you try to stifle your moans. keigo leans down to kiss you while your arms find themselves wrapping around his neck. he thrusts harder and faster and your whimpers and whines finally find themselves shamelessly slipping past from your mouth.

“fucking– hah– perfect.” he pants as he pulls away to look at your flustered face, eyes half closed and mouth agape with pleasure.

you quickly bury your face on the crook of his neck and hold onto him tighter while your legs wrap securely around his waist. keigo moves his thumb on your clit, pressing down and rubbing circles all to entice nothing but tightening the coil down in your core more.

“keigo, keigo –” you cry as your nails dig the fabric on his back and your toes curl to the intense sensation.

“baby wants to cum?” he growls as he feels your walls clamping around his cock, making him buck his hips even wilder.

“yesyesyes – oh god, keigo!” your mind turns putty and unable to form any more coherent words, making only his name being the only thing you remember as your eyes close shut while you’re nearing your high.

“that’s it – baby. cum on my cock.” he encourages and you do just that. your pussy flutters as you finally reach your orgasm but his sporadic thrusts doesn’t stop until it starts to falter and his wings tremble.

“fuck. i’m gonna fill you up.” he grits through his teeth and his cock twitches before his wings spread wider as he releases his warm cum inside you.

the both of your bodies stay against each other, chests heaving for air before he briefly pulls out his cock and lays on top of your chest.

“yes.” your voice suddenly croaks, breaking the almost silent air in the room if not for the sound of yours and his breathing.

keigo lifts up his head to look at you confusingly before a lopsided smile curls on his lips when he hears you utter the next few words.

“yes. i missed you and i don’t want to pretend anymore.” you suddenly feel overwhelmed and tears start to well in your eyes. a flash of panic crosses his face and he pulls you closer into his embrace, hoping to calm you down as you sniffle on his chest.

“shh, baby. i’m sorry. i know it’s too late and i was so fucking stupid but i’ll – ”

“i want to live as a happy family with you, keigo.” you cut him off, sobbing through his shirt. he pulls away at once to look at you, unable to believe what he just heard through the choking sob but it still makes even him want to cry.

“babybird, i – ” he’s completely tongue-tied. at this point he can only manage to lean down to be close to you again. he peppers kisses all over your face, saying how thankful and happy he is.

“i love you, my little bird. i won’t fuck up this time, i promise.” he whispers, finally regaining his composure.

that night, keigo could barely sleep a wink. so many thoughts are running through his head. he glances at you sleeping peacefully next to him on the bed and he already pictures how it is to be waking up to see your face every morning. he also hopes that kyō doesn’t know how to fly yet so he could teach him how to use his wings. oh, he’ll also get to find an excuse to buy more buckets of chickens once you three will start living together.

he can already imagine how the headlines will be bombarded about him having a family and he sighs at the thought, but he hopes that his publicist is ready for a hell lot of work.

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zuffer-weird-girl · 3 years

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"You will be in my heart"

(A/n): Phill Collins bless your soul for this song.

Dabi is a todoroki theory is in here. Wow, and it shocks no one.

Having a baby is not easy.

Fuck those books for newly parents whose said "Having a baby does not give much work", no. Hell no. Ever smelled a dirty diaper? Its gross. Plenty of gross. SUPER GROSS. Pukes, drools you name it.

Yet you couldn't be more happier. Your daughter Rei despite being a troublemaker was the light of your life. And for her father, her little firecrackers. A stupid nickname for a baby, but oh well, that's the man you fell for.

"Dabi-" you called from the kitchen after washing the dishes, damn sink washed you along with it "Stop teaching Rei about how awfull Enji is-" you giggled "Probably she will never meet him!"

He turned to look at you over his shoulder, his baby girl on the middle of his legs as she pointed at the hero on the screen and ocasionally mumbled irritated and angry baby noises.

The damage was done.

"She at least is learning about the fake hero society. Cant disagree with me that Enji is a completely as-"

"Dabi." You scolded but smiled no pess as hs smirked before Rei started to babble on his lap, extending her chubby hands at his face.

"What now lil' firecracker? Tired of seing Enji's face I see. Dont worry. I get sick from sieng him to." He grabbed her bu her armpits and nuzzled his pierced nose along with hers making her giggled "Yes, daddy does."

"I wonder how the league would react to seing you all mushy with a baby like that." You giggled while sitting down on his side as he only glanced at you with a poker face.

Rei extended her arms at you and let out a baby laugh. Cooing, you picked up your daughter with glee in your lap. Dabi still playing with her tiny fingers along with his own much bigger ones.

"Her hair is getting bigger." You tussled on the few red looks of Rei "Maybe is time for her first haircut, what do you think?" You looked at Dabi whose probably was way too distracted with Reu to even pay attention on you.

You were so relieved that even despite showing signs that he was aprehensive at the idea, Dabi still welcomed Rei with open arms. The only problem was that, deep inside his sarcastic and thick skull, was this unconditional fear of being the same father Endeavour was. Give his kid the same treatment he received as a brat once.

It always followed him around like a ghost. But in the moment he saw Rei's eyes or heard your words... he was on cloud nine. The happines he hadn't gotten in his early years was right there, literally on his hands as he played with the bundle of joy that was Rei.

"Sorry to interrupt you two." You giggled at the confused sound Dabi let out before looking at the clock. Sighing and getting up.

"Guess is your turn to put her to sleep." He said begrudily, making you laugh since you never saw someone fight over to put their child to sleep first. You two had to make an agrement that each time Rei was going to sleep, you had to divide.

"My turn~" you poked your tongue out at him as he deadpanned while you carried Rei to her crib.

After some time, you two decided to have some, ahem, alone time and it let you two quite exausted. Making you both to just knocked out on the bed... especially since dabi was eager to touch in any way he could.

In other words, fast and rough yet pleasant ass fuck. Okay? Okay, moving on.

Although that peace lasted for only a short of minutes before you heard little cries from the other room of the apartment. Both of you groaned even at the thought of getting out of the bed.

When you tried to get off from his chest he just pulled you back as you groaned.

"Dabi, Rei is-"

"I will go. Stay here doll face." He got up while carefully laying you back down on the bed, his smirk present as the light of the streets iluminated his face. "After all, I bet you're exausted after me doing-"

"Just go you dickhead." You threw a pillow at him as he chuckled quietly, leaving your body relax on the cold sheets and without his warm body to help you.

The blankets werent enough. Is not even about to get warm, but is only for getting physical and emotionally close to ex-villain you happen to fall in love with.

Getting to know the real Toya Dabi was like founding a diamond on the middle of a bunch of coals. Due to his past, no one could ever blame this man to secluded to himself, have trust issues and have a deep anger angst the fake and popular hero society that everyone always venerate.

The man behind that sarcastic, cold and uncaring persona was a dork. No, really, Dabi is a dork. A loveable dorky idiot. You loved him, and you only fell more for the scarred man when he demonstrate all the love and care for that little human being that had your genetics along with his.

Lost on your thoughts, you furrowed your eyebrows at seeing that dabi hadn't come back in more than one hour. Sighing, you got up and went after Dabi and your Rei.

Although, when you were on your way you heard his voice. Probably even baby talking; yes, rarely he does that; with Rei. You tip toed until you exited your bedroom until Rei's bedroom door frame and poked your head only to see Dabi, stoic face as usual as he rocked the baby in his arms, maintaining eye contact with the infant.

"One last time and you have to sleep. Deal?" He whispered while poking Rei's nose whose shrieked cutely before babbling and clapping her hands "Deal."

You furrowed your eyebrows at his worlds before widening your eyes at hearing and seeing Dabi swoon on his feet with Rei on his arms and doing the last thing you thought he could do.

Sing.

"Come stop your crying

It will be alright

Just take my hand

Hold it tight." He took one of his hands and showed nonchantly to his daughter whose cooed and grabbed at two of his fingers with her baby hands.

"I will protect you

From all around you

I will be here

Don't you cry~" he hushed her when she started to babble while still on his motions.

"For one so small

You seem so strong

My arms will hold you

Keep you safe and warm" he brought her close to hsi face and did the same thing he did earlier with the esquimos kisses as she reached for his face to try to pick his staples, you giggled behind your hand and luckily Dabi didn't noticed you.

"This bond between us

Can't be broken

I will be here

Don't you cry" Rei, after a lifetime, finally let out a yawn and cuddled on her father's chest for warmth as you envy her for a moment.

"'Cause you'll be in my heart

Yes, you'll be in my heart

From this day on

Now and forever more

You'll be in my heart

No matter what they say

You'll be here in my heart, always..." he whispered teh last word as he notices she finally closed her eyes and puffs of air as he sighed in relief. Slowly and carefully putting her back to the crib... not leaving until he carresed her cheek with two fingers before getting out with hands stuffed on his pockets.

The poor man almost set you on fire when he saw you when he closed the door.

"You're have the courage to set the mother of your kid on fire?!" You giggled after jumping in guard whem he started to use his quirk.

"Dont scare me to death, I thought you were asleep." He turned down the flames and looked at you, smilling like a dork at him as he squinted his eyes and glared at you. "How much did you hear?"

"All of it." You smirked.

You had to settled down your laughter just tonort wake up your sleeping daughter at seing the all big and bad Dabi blush at being caught singing a music to his baby.

#dabi x reader #imagine dabi #dabi imagine #bnha villains #bnha villains x reader #bnha fanfic #bnha characters #dabi #bnha au...? sorta?#zuffer writings

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blackdragonturds · 3 years

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Mortal Kombat Headkanon #13

Headkanon:

“Kabal’s children with his running powers”

-You and Kabal’s bundle of joy is full of surprises. By the time he/she is five years old, the kid has accepted they share their father’s powers. You enjoy watching them have foot races as you see two purple blurs speed by as your child and Kabal reappear out of nowhere. It’s quiet entertaining seeing how competitive they get towards each other.

-When you see your baby taking their first steps, Kabal is eager to teach them to walk. He can’t wait to see if his baby inherited his abilities.

-Upon learning that his own flesh and blood has his gifts he’s both ecstatic and a bit scared. He can’t believe he passed on his gifts to his child. Before the child was even thought of, he knows he inherited his powers from his mom but had no idea that it was that potent of a gift. He didn’t expect that it would be a family gift. Just how many generations of his bloodline is there???

-He has to babyproof everything times 100 because if the baby tries running using their gifts they could get easily hurt so that means no sharp corners or clutter on the floor.

-Having speed demon number two around is twice as challenging as being a parent to them. You often ask yourself if putting mini ankle weights on the baby’s legs would help but then you realize it will make their legs twice as strong so you chose not to.

-Often when the baby’s sleeping, you and Kabal can finally have a break from chasing them all day. -Before the baby wakes up, you enjoy the peace of having a cup of coffee or tea with him. He probably likes playing soft 80′s rock (REO Speedwagon, Boston, ACDC, ect,) while he helps you around the house assessing the damages done while the baby was running around. Tightening baby gates, hiding sharp objects, making sure the baby doesn’t find his hook swords, ect.

-When the baby’s awake, it’s when the madness starts. A hyper little baby with running powers will exhaust anyone. -Kabal is a very protective daddy to his baby. He’s often hesitant to let Kano play with the baby and keeps a watchful eye at all time. Whenever “Uncle Kano” comes for a visit, Kabal’s blood pressure skyrockets from Daddy Anxiety. -Kabal will often tell Kano not to give the baby sugar so it won’t make his job harder but it doesnt register. Eventually resulting in an even more hyper baby and a laughing Kano. Thanks guys

#kaballin'#mk kabal #headcanon #baby stuff #domestic bliss #mortal kombat

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gyllenhaalstories · 3 years

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Hi can you write a fic about dad!jake because there’s not a lot of them on here (if u want) and plus your writing is amazing hands down one of the best jake blogs on here ♥️

i do agree, there is a cruel lack of dad!jake. it’s so unfortunate! i mean, he looks like uncle goals and he would make the best dad in the entire world! thank you so so so so so much anon! you have no idea how happy your kind words make me! you didn’t give any specific setting so i went for the ultimate softness! just because i love naming characters, let me introduce you to toddler (ish) rose gyllenhaal! EXTRAS: i suggest you listen to the cinematic orchestra’s to build a home to get in the same mindset as i was while writing this. i found the gif on google image and couldn’t find the original creator, i’m sorry! WARNINGS: none except i don’t know how kids act and like what they are except very strange creatures so i’m so sorry if my awkwardness is showing through this fic! i hope you, and everyone reading this, will enjoy it! ( 1500 words)

BUILD A BEAR

“Teddy Bear!” Your daughter pointed, her head and arm peeking from the pillow fort you helped her build in your living room. “Big Teddy Bear!” She pointed at her father.

You chuckled, realizing that Jake has returned from running errands.

“You learned new words? I’m very proud of you, sweetheart!” Jake frowned, confused, as he planted a kiss on your forehead, then your daughter’s. Proud was an understatement. He would brag about how smart your daughter was at the simplest thing. Whether she fed herself without making a mess, drew an absolute chaotic art piece with her crayons or found her way to snuggle up in her parents’ bed despite being told not to, he was so proud. She amazed him.

It amazed him how she looked exactly like the two of you combined. She had his piercing blue eyes, but they had your shape, soft and cheerful. She had a bright smile like him. She had your button nose. She had that little curl in her hair that resembled yours. A bad encounter with the coffee table during a tickling session left her with a tiny scar on her chin, which looked exactly like one of Jake’s shaving accidents when he was young and innocent.

It amazed him how fast time flew by. Not even yesterday, the two of you were hearing her first cry and hugging her for the first time. It amazed him how much love he had to give this bundle of joy, while he believed he could never love someone or something as much as he loved you.

Rose repeated the nickname again and again. Maybe it was her new obsession. Last week, she tasted her very first lemon and kept screaming lemon all the time. Quite the learning experience, she had her father’s vocal chords that was for sure.

Jake shrugged it off and brought the mail to the kitchen table. He did not bother taking off his jacket, he kneeled with the two of you. He opened his legs and arms, hoping Rose would crawl and sit with him, but she just laughed and pointed at his face again. “Bear, Daddy is a bear!”

It finally hit you and you brust into laughter, leaving Jake in his confusion.

Rose pretended that her fingers were scissors and she mimicked the snip snip sound as she ran her little hand around Jake’s beard.

“She thinks you look like a bear.” You, too, brought your hand to Jake’s face and you stroked it lovingly. Rose agreed by nodding her head frantically. “You know, with the beard.”

“That’s not nice! I’m not a bear!” Jake pouted and pretended to be sad, which resulted in your daughter covering his face with kisses.

“No sad Daddy, I love my teddy bear!” She hugged him tight and Jake widened his eyes. He mouthed that she didn’t have a teddy bear and suddenly this looked like the biggest emergency in the world.

He scooped her up like she was as light as a feather, pulling out the cutest giggles out of her tiny body. “Get in, sweetheart, we’re going shopping!”

You told Jake you preferred to stay at home and clean around the house. He insisted he would prefer to have his princesses with him, but you gave him a wink. He was quicker to understand it meant you were clearing their evening schedule for something more entertaining than laundry, baby food making and bento box lunches binge watching.

So Jake got the little toddler ready. He let her pick her hat, her scarf and her mittens while he put on her boots. She usually hated that part, but he had this magic trick of singing a silly tune as he did so. It made her want to sing too, and forget about the heartbreaking moment her feet leave her favourite slippers. She opted for teal mittens, an orange hat with a pink pompom and a purple scarf with stripes. “She’s New York Fashion Week ready!”

You laughed, kissing them good bye.

*~*~*

Jake drove to the nearest mall and carried Rose over his shoulder until they reached the door of the shopping center.

“Where are we going?” She kept asking, from the moment she was in the car to now, when Jake was all scrunched over to hold her tiny hand.

“It’s a surprise, Rosie!”

“I love surprises!”

He made the walk to the Build a Bear store fun. He went to grab a muffin from a food stand and shared it with her, washing her hands so she would not stick them every where. He even stopped by a clothing store, taking notes of the pieces she liked from the front windows so he could get her new outfits. And when they finally made it to the store... She was running and dragging Jake along. He was surprised by her strength, but he really should not be. Ever since she was a baby she was strong like the Hulk, or like her mother. He liked to think she got it from you, his super woman with super strength and super everything.

“You can pick one, okay? And we’ll bring it to life together! Poof!” He added sounds to his explanations, catching her attention.

Rosie was impossible to control. She ran from one corner to the other, apologizing adorably when she bumped into a friendly employee. She would pick up a giraffe, no a cat, no, a dog, no, a dragon... Honestly Jake wanted to buy them all. He was aware the mall was closing soon, and he knew better than to torture these poor employees with an excited child who skipped her nap and would crash at any moment (or well, she would when he would stop giving her M&Ms to buy her concentration).

She finally made up her mind on a light golden bear. It came with a flower on its ear and pink paws. “It’s perfect, just like you!” Jake exclaimed and booped her nose. He let the employees teach Rose how to fill the plushie with stuffing until it was the best cuddle buddy in the world.

“How should we name her?”

“Jake!”

He shook his head, trying not to be insulted by the fact she still associated bears with him.

“No!” She listed possibly fifteen names that made less and less sense and gave the employees a headache.

Rose pulled on Jake’s pants, asking him to come down to her level, which he did. “What is Mommy’s favourite flower?” She asked and he answered.

“Daisy!” They both said in sync. It was a perfect name, because the bear had a daisy on it and Jake and you really had this flower theme going on. You, in fact, hesitated between so many flower names for your kid.

“Let’s show Mom your new friend!”

*~*~*

Jake managed to spend the entire car ride without a cry, a scream or a word of complaint until he accidentally woke Rose up from her nap by picking her up. She was tired and fussy. It was dinner time, but you and Jake decided it was better if she slept a bit more before. Your plans for the evening got bumped to tomorrow, but you could not care any less. Rose and Daisy were the new partners in crime and they were too adorable to resist.

“I have another idea!” Jake announced and set Rose down on the couch, inviting you to do the same. He disappeared in the laundry room, where he threw a soft blanket in the dryer with a dryer sheet. He then ran to the kitchen and prepared a platter of hot chocolate. He made sure that Rose’s was just warm enough and he placed a big marshmallow on it. He set the platter down and left again, only to come back with a warm blanket.

He turned on the television to play Frozen and sat on the couch with Rose in between the two of you. Your bodies were wrapped in a coccoon of warmth. And your heart felt the same. Rose quickly fell asleep, she did not even make it to the pat where Olaf appeared, and it was her favourite moment. She snored lightly, clutching on Daisy.

Your head was resting on Jake’s shoulder and you looked up to him.

If somebody told you a couple of years ago that you would live a life like this, you would have never believed it.

You have a beautiful house to live in. A job you love that allowed you as much family time as you wanted. A significant other that was nothing less than your soulmate. And you had this precious soul sleeping soundly with her mouth covered with hot cocoa.

You took a deep breath and Jake stared back into your eyes. The silence said it all.

You wanted nothing more in life than this: the taste of hot chocolate, your child being so peaceful and happy, Jake’s content face lighting up the evening sky and this never ending smell of fresh laundry. Your family was like a basket of clean laundry. So warm, so satisfying, so comforting.

Jake built Rose a bear.

And Jake, Rose and you built a home.

#jake gyllenhaal fluff #jake gyllenhaal imagine #jake gyllenhaal x reader #requests: jake gyllenhaal #one shot: build a bear

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chilly-me-softly · 4 years

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Carry You Home • Eric Dier (Part 2)

Part 1

"I knew I'd find you here" that voice that you've learned to recognise by now, Eric's voice, comes from behind you. You sigh, giving one last look at the room in front of you before turning around.

Five days have passed since that episode, three of which you stopped by the hospital to get updates on the baby's condition. You were back to your normal life but your mind was always returning to him. You had tried to find a logical explanation, assuming it was because you had found him - or saved him as that nurse always says.

Your heart only found peace when you saw him, happy to see him away from the blanket, happy to know that he was eating alone, that he was fine. Even though he was still struggling to breathe and had that cannula on his nose to help him.

The night before you went to sleep you wondered what would happen to him. He would certainly have entered the system, gone into foster care. And so he would find a good family, good people who could take care of him? It took you a long time to fall asleep, but ironically, thinking about him could reconcile your sleep.

"Hi" you smile softly at the boy who does the same, you hadn't been completely honest with him in the last few days. Eric knew that the day after the hospitalisation, you went back to visit him but he didn't know that you had kept going. Even though coming to look for you there claimed he knew you much better than you thought.

Eric moves next to you, his eyes going through the glass to the well known place where the little one is resting peacefully.

"I know we said-"

"I came to see him after training the other day" he interrupts you, leaving you speechless.

After your solo visit, you promised not to come back and try to put the episode aside by moving on with your lives. A decision made to not get attached, having done a good action had to be the basis to make you feel good.

The next day, however, you had fallen for it again. One last time to say goodbye to him, you said to yourself. And instead you went back again and again.

Eric, on the other hand, had really found himself there by chance. He had approached the car quickly looking forward to warming up after a long day out training, and his eyes fell on that blanket as he put his bag in its usual place. And he simply thought that a short stop wouldn't hurt anyone.

You squeeze his hand, feeling a strange vibe at that admission, but you're unable to give a proper reading to it.

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"We can't go on like this" that statement comes as an unexpected slap, it hurts but it's the truth and it's a wake-up call.

Eric comes and sits next to you holding your hands between his to comfort you. You know it's the right thing to do but you can't stop your eyes from filling up with tears.

"We really have to (Y/N). Sooner or later they will discharge him and take him away and we have to stop while we can" it costs him so much to admit it even to himself, but he feels that if one of you doesn't put a stop to it seriously, the further you go the more complicated it will become to handle it.

"I know" a gasp comes out of your lips as you try to take deep breaths and calm down, "I know. I just... I can't explain it"

"What do you say if-if we go one last time to say goodbye to him? Together and for real this time" he proposes and in a second endless thoughts can really go through somebody's mind. That moment before you nod and then throw yourself into his arms is one of the longest moments ever.

Maybe it's not the case, you think. Maybe knowing that it really is the last time, that you will have to do everything to not give in from that moment on, will make it even more difficult. But Eric is right, it's better to put some distance between us now than to have the patch torn off when it's too late.

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How can people forget about someone they have met, who have left a mark along the way, who have changed us in some way by making us open our minds or change.

The truth is that we don't forget, the feelings given are incorporated within us and gradually shaped us. Like a clay pot that has to be shaped, a person makes a change, makes us grow, destroys us and remodels us. Every episode we face adds or removes a piece, and the final work is never really the end because the clay can always be remodelled.

As soon as you arrived, you went on your way expertly. Only once you arrived in front of the room, your little space was empty. That crib you had stared at for the previous days was empty and a sense of panic had overwhelmed both of you, immediately thinking the worst.

Then a nurse, the same as always who had followed you from the beginning, who had seen you arrive separately but with a common purpose, who in many years of her career had witnessed few similar situations, came to your rescue.

She had brought you in front of another glass and happily pointed to a crib, at the bottom right. Because that little miracle no longer needed the little tube with oxygen and could stay with the other newborn babies, on which he was the biggest. The joy had been so great that needless to say, other tears had appeared.

You and Eric had watched him for a long time, happy that he had improved in such a short time and that he hadn't suffered any permanent damage because of the way he had been abandoned. You could have stayed there forever if it hadn't been for another couple who had approached to admire one of the other newborn and without any mischievousness asked which one was yours.

Another bubble, yet another one, had burst and brought you back to reality.

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You feel emptied of everything at that moment, so many contrasting emotions that together create an absolute void. Nothing makes sense anymore and your head can no longer think clearly.

An opportunity had been created, one that will surely change your lives and on which you cannot make hasty decisions. It had run across you like a running train, and yet you had never felt so alive in your life.

Almost ten days had passed since that evening, since arriving at the hospital with that almost cyanotic bundle in your arms and the shock in your eyes. Three since the day you had decided to say goodbye to him. Two from the unexpected proposal.

The phone call had been a bit of a surprise, you had both been summoned by the hospital management. You thought it was about the baby, but at first, when you discussed it with Eric, you thought it was more of a scolding on their part. It wasn't normal for strangers, even though they were involved in the situation, to go back and forth to the hospital to check on a complete stranger after all. You thought they would tell you to stay away from that unit, that you had taken advantage of their kindness for too long now; you laughed thinking they would arrest you for stalking or something like that.

You had apologized to the manager once in her office at the time of the meeting, you knew it was unhealthy what you were doing and explained to her that it would never happen again. Both in fear like two students in front of the principal. But you weren't there for that.

The woman had spoken a lot about the child's condition and thanked you once again for your charitable act. Then she started talking about foster care, numbers, adoptions, filling your head with words upon words while you were still trying to make sense of it all.

And then the bomb had been dropped. The woman was asking you to adopt that child, to give him a loving and welcoming home, to continue to fill him with attention and love. To give him a family.

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"Do you think we could do it?" you hold a cushion in your arms, sitting on the sofa in front of Eric, legs crossed. You had asked for a few days to think about it and well you had a lot to discuss.

"Well we're both in our 30s, we're both going to start a family sooner or later, aren't we?"

"Yeah but... can we make it with a kid that's not ours? Are we mature enough?" Eric reaches out to hit your thigh and get your attention. He can't lie, the proposal came in like a bucket of cold water. The doubts are many, but for his part, he feels that the proposal has connected all the pieces: the worry, the constant desire to know how he was doing and make sure with his own eyes. And he might not show it, leaving the emotional part to you, but in those few days his whole world turned upside down. He doesn't know how to explain it in order to make sense of it, but the focus of everything is that little creature.

"Listen, I have faith in us. We can do it, if that's what you want too, if we are on the same page. It doesn't matter that we didn't conceive him, he will always be ours. We will have plenty of tough challenges ahead of us, but we will do it together. And we will raise him in exactly the same way as all those who will come after him"

"Do you realize you have already included him in an us?" your voice shaking as you follow with your gaze as he rises on his knees before approaching you, being careful not to fall.

"Everything makes sense now (Y/N), everything makes sense. Think about it, you me and him, here. Playing or watching him grow. First steps, first word, the lullabies to put him to sleep. You as his mother-"

"And you as his daddy" you say in a whisper, your eyes shining with emotion.

"I want to have a baby with you (Y/N), I want to have that baby with you"

"I can see that" you can whisper before his lips meet yours, first in an urgent kiss then sweeter and mixed with your tears of joy.

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A few days and everything is ready to make your home welcoming for the new member of your family. It's still strange to say that word in relation to you two, soon three. It all sounds like a dream but it's not, it's all true and in a few hours it will be even more so.

"We're going to be terrible parents, we should be asleep right now" you complain by resting your forehead on your legs curled up to your chest in a dramatic way, Eric's laugh coming to your ears right afterwards.

"I'm too excited and worried to sleep, we'll have time for that"

"Oh really?!" you look at him badly while he holds you tight, disguising another giggle in your neck.

"And just for the record, we're gonna make great parents"

"Why? I mean, what makes you say that?" he lifts his head from your shoulder, suddenly more serious.

"(Y/N) I love you and you love me, this seems to me the most important thing to start with" you smile looking ahead of you, "and then the rest will come by itself, nobody prepares you to be a parent and we certainly haven't had nine months to get the idea but we will work hard to be the best possible version of us"

"I'm sure you'll be his favourite" you mumble, caressing his cheek and he grins leaving a kiss on your lips, "Of course, you'll be the one banning us from having fun..."

"I didn't sign up for this"

"Oh darling, you signed up for this and much more"

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One last look between you two and a deep breath before you enter that hospital, ready to start the most exciting day of your lives so far.

Your heart is beating like crazy, your legs are shaking as if they were made of jelly, but there is a bright smile on your faces.

Finally that tag is no longer empty, the miracle child has an identity. Now he is a Dier, he has a name and a surname and people who are willing to love him forever by his side. And it's beautiful.

It's like a deja-vu, with the nurse who makes you approach him and asks if you want to pick him up. But this time no one runs away in tears, those are always there but this time it's because the little one is finally in your arms. Now you can let yourself go with your imagination, you can get attached to him, you can hold him and smell his perfume while the little one is already settled and waiting for you to carry him home.

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nextgensquad · 4 years

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molly weasley having more grandchildren than anyone every thought possible, and not always through ordinary means, and loving every last one of them unconditionally no matter what.

it starts with teddy: she goes over to andromeda’s house to help with food and diaper-changing and entertaining him so andromeda can get a few hours of peace. harry and ginny, once they get their own place, have him over often enough that whenever molly comes by, he treats her just like he does his own grandmother—cheery, excited, always demanding her attention. when he gets older, he takes to popping by the burrow just to steal some of her cookies and kiss her on the cheek and ask her about her day.

(andromeda tells her once, over afternoon tea, that she doesn’t know if she would have survived it, without molly and her family to help. looking at teddy, raising teddy, with his mother’s heart-shaped face and his father’s guilt and andromeda’s own grey eyes—it’s a kind of pain molly knows well. knows it every time she looks at george.)

and then bill and fleur start having kids, and victoire is the brightest bundle of joy in the weasley family for years. born premature, born on the anniversary of the worst day of molly’s life, named for the victory-that-didn’t-feel-like-a-victory—

it’s not so easy, to love the children who remind you of the one you lost. but molly does, anyway. she holds victoire close and promises she won’t ever let her go, and she does the same with louis, and with dominique, knowing that even with every hand she adds on the clock it won’t bring back the one hand that’s stopped moving.

but you keep going, that’s how it is. you keep building and growing and teaching and learning. charlie comes to her when he’s twenty-eight and tells her, very quietly, “mum, i’m gay, and i want you to meet my boyfriend,” and he doesn’t seem like he knows what to expect until molly tackles him in a hug.

children are children, and all of them are different: this is something molly knows very well. so even though charlie never has kids, she cries up a storm at his wedding, and cries harder when he introduces her to the three baby dragons that have just hatched on the reserve and tells her that they’ve named one of them ‘molly’ after her.

“there’s nobody fiercer than you, mum,” he says, laughing as she clutches the red-scaled baby dragon in her hands. “these are your newest grandchildren.”

percy takes his idea and gives her name to his daughter, when she is born as one-of-a-set, her and her sister lucy, both of them tiny and red and screaming at the world. this is the hardest molly has ever cried at a grandchild’s birth, watching her namesake cradled in percy’s arms, watching lucy cry out for her sister, thinking of two different sets of twins with red hair and freckles and the uncanny ability to always know when their other half was missing.

little molly is seven and licking cookie dough out of a bowl in the burrow’s kitchen when she stops and looks very seriously at her grandmother and asks her, “grandmum, why did you have so many kids?”

molly looks at her tiny granddaughter, with her red hair in a long ponytail and her blue eyes (like percy, like arthur) so full of dreams and questions and puzzles, and smiles before she can help herself.

“well, i had two little brothers,” she explains, a serious answer for a serious little girl. “and i loved taking care of them so much that i wanted a lot of my own children so i could take care of them, too.”

“oh.” little molly nods, her ponytail bouncing. “i get it. i don’t want lots, though. i just want me and lucy and that’s it.”

molly laughs and wipes cookie dough from little molly’s face and sends her scurrying off to find her sister soon after, thinking about molly and lucy and fabian and gideon and george and fred who could never have kids, who would have loved them, too. she thinks maybe that’s why she got to live—so she could learn to love them that much more even with a broken heart.

george and angelina aren’t married when they announce that they’re expecting a kid, and they still aren’t married when fred comes out with his beautiful dark hair and brown eyes he got straight from his father (from molly), and they still aren’t married when roxanne comes along with her long curls and the same brown eyes and sense of humor stolen straight from her uncle, so at some point molly gives up nudging them towards marriage—fred and roxanne are so much more important than a ceremony and a pretty dress, anyway.

molly still cries the day angelina moves out, because maybe some part of her had thought that getting married and having kids would help to heal the brokenness in george’s gaze and the empty spaces in his heart where fred had lived, but he sits her down and tells her softly, “it’s okay, mum, it’s okay, we love each other so much, just not the same way we once did, and she’ll still be around, we love the kids, she loves you.”

he’s right about that, because when angelina falls in love again, after she goes to her father, she brings cho chang to the burrow, almost hesitantly as if worried that molly might reject her almost-daughter-in-law and her new relationship. but molly only draws them both into a hug so tight she never wants to let them go, not angelina with her fierceness and her laughter and her unwillingness to let anybody feel lost, not cho with her silver laugh and her warm hands and her reaching for someone to hold onto after her last marriage failed.

molly weasley doesn’t turn away broken kids. she tells angelina, “i always wanted daughters, and now i have more. i could never be unhappy about that.”

cho brings her daughter over, a girl named emika with quiet eyes and a rare smile used to a house without laughter or love, used to a father who didn’t stay, and not at all used to people who will stay for anyone, regardless of where they come from or who they are. molly bakes her a fresh batch of cookies and george shows her how his latest invention works and when the upstairs bathroom explodes and louis comes storming down with neon green hair and zebra stripes, emika finally starts laughing.

the thing about the burrow is that no matter who you are, you’ll find a corner of it to call your home. and even though they’ve expanded and built rooms and sheds and treehouses, arthur’s never fixed that rackety old door and molly doesn’t even ask him to, anymore. the burrow is for everyone, no matter how lost or lonely or searching.

it’s where ron comes to tell her that hermione’s pregnant, with his hands shaking around a cup of hot chocolate, his blue eyes terrified and desperate and so full of love that it’s impossible to remember a time when he wasn’t in love with hermione. molly and arthur sit with him and promise him that he’ll be a good father and she eases his worries away with a blanket to cover him and a kiss on his forehead to send him to sleep, just like she did all those years ago before the war stole him away.

“you’ll be the best father any kid could ask for,” arthur tells him, hand on his knee, just like when ron was little. “because you’re the best son any parent could ask for.”

and later, watching ron hold little baby rose in his arms for the first time, his eyes shining with wonder and awe, molly knows that they’re right. knows that they raised their kids to do the best they can, just the way they had from the moment the first war began. that this is what they were fighting for all alone—for their son to hold his newborn daughter in his arms for the first time and fall in love all over again.

rose is an easy baby, compared to the potters. molly can’t ever forget the time ginny showed up through the fireplace, james clinging to her leg and albus screaming in her arms, lily yet unborn and kicking in her stomach, and all but collapsed in her mother’s arms, begging to know how she did it, so many times, for so many years.

“a lot of patience,” molly says with a smile, prying james from his mother’s legs so al can have her full attention. “a lot of tears. and a lot of knowing that the best is yet to come.”

ginny sighs deeply, rocking al in her arms until he starts to calm down. “what if we fuck them all up, mum? what if i can’t handle it?”

“ginny,” says molly, “you survived voldemort. you can survive motherhood. and it’s not like you’re alone.”

to prove it, she calls arthur and he shows up with hermione and angelina and audrey and they take ginny away for a day of coffee and shopping and relaxation while she and arthur deal with their two precious dark-haired grandsons until both of them are calm and fed and sleepy on the couch by the time harry comes back to pick them up.

it never really gets easier, in molly’s experience—children are children and your children will always be your children, no matter how old they get. things turn out complicated in new and different ways than they did when it was her and arthur and two boys and percy on the way and a war burning up around them.

so when percy’s marriage fractures under the pressures of his first term as minister of magic, she shows up to his suddenly-empty house and fills in the spaces where audrey had lived with lights and laughter and fresh cooking. he never figures out how to thank her—but then, percy’s never been big on that sort of thing anyway, but she knows he appreciates it because his daughter comes home for christmas holidays and hugs molly tight and whispers, “thank you for looking out for him,” and, well, little molly’s always been the best parts of percy and audrey, anyway.

and when audrey brings home a new daughter from her new marriage and lucy shows up fuming on the burrow’s doorstep, her motorcycle parked haphazardly in the front yard, molly doesn’t tell her that she’ll learn to love her new sister, or that she shouldn’t be mad at her mother for leaving and starting a new family, or that she should be more patient with her father, because that’s not what lucy came to hear. so instead she makes lucy’s favorite spicy noodles and they sit in the living room and lucy vents about how annoying her new sister is until arthur comes home and laughs and they set up ginny’s old bedroom for lucy to sleep in.

all children are different, and this above all else is what molly knows better than anything. so when lucy takes the divorce and the remarriage and her new french step-sister and turns it all into reckless energy that she burns across the skies by stealing arthur’s old ford anglia, she tells percy not to punish her, not to tear her down when she just wants to fly. she lets lucy stay that summer at the burrow, where she never has to run into audrey and her new family if she doesn’t want to, even though her sister molly is taking the brunt of the drama and the tabloid gossip with as much grace as she can manage, and she doesn’t make lucy answer the door when audrey turns up at the burrow’s doorstep and asks to see her daughter.

“i know she doesn’t want to see me,” says audrey with a bone-deep sigh, too used to her daughter acting out and shutting people out and burning until everyone around her is on fire. “will you at least meet clea? i know she’s not really part of the family—”

molly knows lucy is listening from the stairs, but she says it anyway: “audrey, you will always be part of our family. and all your daughters are my granddaughters.”

audrey, who comes from a cold, glittering pureblood family that’s still never learned to treat its daughters as anything but coat hangers for pretty dresses and wedding rings, smiles the small, unsure smile of a woman still learning how love works, even after two marriages and three daughters.

molly doesn’t have to do much to persuade lucy, after that; the two of them go with audrey, lucy sullen and quiet, to meet her step-daughter clea in a coffee shop in diagon alley, and even though clea is french and snotty and tries her hardest to look down her nose at her new step-sister, she still laughs in surprise when lucy tells the story of how she stole her grandfather’s car and flew all the way to ireland before anyone caught up with her, and audrey doesn’t even say anything disapproving, so molly thinks it’s been a success.

clea shows up to the burrow for family get-togethers and potlucks more often than not; she and emika and teddy three different versions of outsiders. teddy barrels his way into the heart of the family, positive and delighted in his place in it; emika speaks quietly with fred, ever-unsure what to do with her step-siblings but slowly getting better at it; and clea picks up a conversation in french between victoire and fleur and carves out a place there even with lucy still avoiding her as much as possible.

of all three of her almost-grandchildren, she doesn’t expect teddy to be the one to disappear from their weekend brunches.

something happens—and she wishes she knew what it was, but it seems that nobody does, not even bill and fleur or harry and ginny—and in the middle of planning their wedding, teddy and victoire break up. it shouldn’t be the end of the world, even though molly had always thought they would end up together, even though they had been dating so long, and she knows that nobody would ever exile teddy just for a break-up, not even dominique or louis, but he seems to take the decision out of their hands when he stops showing up.

“she hasn’t told you why?” she asks fleur over their weekly tea together, watching her daughter-in-law’s face draw down as she thinks about the break-up that split their family. “you don’t think he was cheating, do you?”

fleur scoffs. “not teddy. ‘e would never—i asked victoire and she said eet wasn’t anything like that. she said eet wasn’t anything any of us could understand. i told her, we have all had relationships that did not work out but…”

“every child always thinks their pain is completely unique,” molly says with a sad smile. “maybe it is.”

“if she would tell me, we could help,” says fleur, frustrated. “she eez not seeing the bigger picture—the family—”

“do you remember,” says molly suddenly, “how i didn’t want you and bill to get married at all?”

fleur blinks at her. “of course.”

“maybe you wanting her and teddy to get married is… sort of the same thing.”

fleur sighs. “but he eez good for her—and good to her. we all know this. you can’t fall out of love in a month.”

“love mattered a great deal to us, when everything in our world was about war and death and hate,” molly says thoughtfully. “maybe it just looks different without all that above their heads.”

maybe, she thinks but doesn’t say, victoire still hasn’t found what she’s looking for, and maybe it’s harder to find it with the sun of a victorious world always beating down on your shoulders. maybe it’s hard to know what you want when your parents are legends, war heroes and curse-breakers and good and strong and kind. molly is so proud of the children she’s raised, of the people they’ve married, but she can’t imagine how it must feel on the other side of the family, growing up looking into the sun so long it blinds you.

she sends victoire a care package, and then sends teddy one, too. children are children, and they all need love and support, whether they’re willing to admit it or not.

things keep changing—they always do, whether you want them to or not, this she has learned—and even as she gets older and her grandchildren grow, she finds very little can prepare her for watching these children become who they are, shining in the sunrise of a world without the dark lord, but still with enough shadows of their own. she gives advice as she can, to the ones who bother to come to the burrow—little molly and lucy, now out of hogwarts, stop by the most often, and there’s albus, who comes by to talk to his grandfather about muggle electronics, and sometimes even lily, who will only allow her grandparents to see her without that burnished glory she projects like wildfire to everyone else.

it’s james who rarely visits. james, growing up as the eldest son of harry potter and ginny weasley, james with the endless gryffindor fire that burns everyone around him and then burns him out with it, james who spends most of his days out in a club or on the streets and rarely comes home even when the papers publish photographs of him with a black eye or swollen lip after every dangerous weekend. molly reads all the papers and keeps salves and ointments and practices all the healing charms she knows by heart, just in case he ends up on her doorstep the way he did when he was little and had skinned his knee in the backyard.

he does, though—just once the entire year he is twenty-one, and not with any injuries from once. his face is bleak, his gaze terrified, but he doesn’t smell of alcohol or drugs or anything.

“i’m sorry,” he says when she invites him in to sit on the couch, his hands shaking in his leather jacket. “i wanted to tell you before it got out—abby’s pregnant.”

for a second, molly has to think on who he’s talking about, so distracted by the miserable way her grandson looks, by the way he seems to be expecting her and arthur to start yelling at him. abigail longbottom is another one of the regular invitees to the weasley family gathering, her and her brother jake growing up enmeshed in their family, playing with the potters and their cousins until the skies grew dark in the days of their childhood. molly’s always liked her.

“you’re having a baby?” arthur asks, always clarifying before jumping to conclusions, even as his hand reaches over the couch to take hers and clutch it. they have wanted grandchildren, and great-grandchildren, just as much as anyone else, but james looks so young, so lonely, so wrecked sitting there on their couch, too young to have a child.

“i am. i mean, she is. she’s keeping it. i don’t know if… if she’ll let me be a part of this.” james swallows, his gaze faraway and aching. “but… i’m sure she’ll want you to be a part of it—the baby’s life. i just…”

he drops his head down into his hands and molly moves in a flash to take him into her arms and hold him as he cries. she hasn’t seen james cry in a long time, not since he was twelve and broke his arm in a family quidditch match, and suddenly, all these years later, he is twelve again, sniffling and clinging to her arms as if she can heal everything with a hug.

she wishes she could. arthur goes quietly into the kitchen to make james a cup of hot chocolate and pulls out all the candy that he would have loved when he was twelve, and then they all sit in the kitchen, eating chocolates, and james tells them all about how it happened, why it happened, and how much he desperately wants the kid even though he knows it’s not a good idea at all.

“i mean, shit—sorry—” he hiccups on his second mug of hot chocolate, still unused to swearing in front of his grandparents. “she’s nineteen and i feel terrible. and i’m barely older and it still feels like… i don’t know. it just sucks because if it was vic and teddy having a kid then everything would be fine, but it’s me.”

“james,” says arthur gently, “no matter what kind of a father you are, that child will never have anything less than complete and utter love in their life. that’s not something you need to worry about. it doesn’t matter that it’s you and abby instead of victoire and teddy.”

james doesn’t really look like he believes him, but he nods anyway. “you know, you guys are a lot nicer about this than mum and dad were.”

molly shares a smile with arthur. “well, we have some experience with having kids a little young that your parents don’t.”

james frowns at her. “really?”

“we were twenty-two when your uncle bill was born,” arthur agrees. “it was terrifying then, no matter how much we loved him, and i’m sure it would be terrifying now. you’re never really prepared for children, even when you think you are.”

“everyone feels like they’re the worst parent in the world,” molly says, “and truthfully, nobody can be the best. all that matters is trying.”

she sees it in james’ face the first time he holds his newborn daughter—the same look his father had, that arthur had, that they all have when they see their child for the first time—that he does finally believe them about being a parent. it’s always harder than it seems, harder than it looks, and harder than anybody would believe without becoming one themselves.

“but it’s worth it, right?” ginny had asked her, the first night she had found out she was pregnant with james, her voice very small and her arms cradling around her still-flat stomach, as if terrified something might burst out of there before she was ready.

molly had smiled and tucked her daughter’s hair behind her ear and said, “it’s always, always worth it.”

#hp fic #hp next gen #hp next generation #molly weasley #teddy lupin #and... pretty much everyone else too #ours #writing #pearl #this....got ahead of me somehow

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Merry Christmas.

the final dayyyyy 💃🏻 i love you, merry christmas xx

“Mama,” Isaiah whispered, standing next to Emilia’s sleeping figure in the huge king sized bed.

“Dada,” he moved around to the other side of the bed, knowing Dele always told him not to disturb Emilia while she was sleeping, but he decided Christmas morning must be an exception, “wakey wakey.”

He was still being surprisingly quiet despite all of the excitement pent up in his tiny body, tapping the pillow next to Dele’s head to wake him up more. The huge smile across his first baby’s face that greeted him as soon as he woke up, clad in his Christmas pyjamas with slightly messy curls on the top of his head was enough to melt Dele’s heart at 7 in the morning.

“Hey, bug,” Dele blinked, looking him up and down first to check he was okay and he wasn’t waking him up for some emergency, “Merry Christmas bud.”

“Dada, it’s Christmas!” he wiggled in place in front of Dele doing some sort of excitable dance, unable to contain himself at the thought of the day ahead.

“Shall we wake up mama?” Dele smiled, checking the time on his phone before lifting up the duvet cover for him to crawl into bed with the couple.

“You do it,” Isaiah whispered, cuddling into Dele under the warm covers for a moment.

Del smiled at Issa, rolling him over slightly to lie on the outside of the mattress and giving him a kiss on the side of the head before so leaning over to Emilia and waking her up gently.

“Mi vida,” Dele brushed his thumb over her face, ducking down and kissing her on the lips a few times like he did every morning, “Merry Christmas.”

“It better not be 5 in the morning,” she grumbled, leaning subconsciously into Dele’s touch and pouting her lips against his own.

“No it’s just past 7,” he laughed against her lips, “bugaloo has snuck in.”

“Oi you, where’d you come from?” Emilia sat up and reached over to where Isaiah was patiently waiting, tickling his stomach and smiling as he tumbled over Dele to cuddle into his mother.

“Did you come with Santa Claus? Are you one of the elves?” Dele teased, thinking about whether Mabel would wake up or if he’d have to go and get her.

“Merry Christmas, mama!” the small boy beamed, getting engulfed in the duvet and plethora of pillows behind them.

They both knew his energy levels plus the excitement of Christmas morning wouldn’t uphold waiting much longer until Mabel and Ora woke up naturally.

“Shall I go and get the girls?” Del yawned, leaving his wife and son in bed together for a moment while he went to go and get their other two babies.

He slowly crept into Mabel’s room first and kneeled on the floor next to her bed, stroking her face gently just like he did to Emilia and combing his fingers through her hair softly.

“Good morning, madam,” Dele cooed as she woke up, “Merry Christmas.”

The second she realised it was Christmas morning and Dele was standing in front of her, she shot up in bed, very quickly shaking off the sleep.

“Dada!” she said in a small voice, wrapping her little arms around his neck and saying in his ear, “is it Christmas?”

He answered her question and picked her up, out of bed, putting the small girl on his hip and asking if she wanted to go into their room with Emilia and Isaiah or go with him and wake up Ora.

“Noey,” Mabel spoke into Dele’s neck where her head was nestled, pointing towards her sister’s bedroom.

They often woke up Ora together while Emilia was dealing with their energetic 5 year old, and it never got less cute. Dele opened the door and strided over to Ora’s large crib in the perfectly decorated room, lifting Mabel over the side to sit at the end of her bed to wake her up whilst Dele opened the curtains and sorted other bits out.

“Noeyyyy,” Mabel cooed, reaching to the side to get Eric the Elephant and begin waking Ora up. She was the most peaceful sleeper and loved mornings the most, none of the 4 other Allis possibly understood how she was such a ray of sunshine seconds after waking up.

After a few seconds, she smiled in her sleep, stretching out her arms and yawning, slowly blinking her eyes open before immediately giggling and reaching out of Mabel and Eric.

“Merry Christmas, little love,” Dele reached over the side of the crib, lowering the side so Mabel could climb out and wait for her father to pick up the little 6 month old baby. Ora clung to Eric, clearly not wanting him to miss out on the festivities and kicked her legs excitedly against Dele as they wandered back into the master bedroom.

“Bel! I got our stockings!” Isaiah rambled as soon as he saw the 3 walk through the bedroom door, “there was one for Ora too!”

Dele made eye contact with his wife and just laughed. Neither of them were massively fussed about Christmas before kids, but the first Christmas after they had Isaiah, everything changed. The little bubbly bundle of joy loved Christmas, and they found themselves beginning to love it too. Just to see the vast smile on his face all day, the excitement only multiplied as they had more children over the year. It was on another level of stressful but it was beyond worth it.

Isaiah and Mabel sat at the end of their parent’s bed opening their stocking presents, gushing over what Santa had brought them and showing each other everything they’d unwrapped. Ora sat in between Emilia and Dele, cuddling Eric the Elephant close and laughing and clapping even though she didn’t really understand what was going on, but could feel the atmosphere of happiness and love, and that was more than enough to satisfy her.

“Mama, look at all of the dinosaurs,” Isaiah smiled so sweetly, lining up each dinosaur he was unwrapping and itching to play with already.

“I know baby! I don’t think Santa realised just how many dinosaurs there were,” she eyed Dele, remembering when they were cuddled up scrolling through Amazon, overwhelmed with the array of different species of dinosaur toy and not even knowing where to start, Dele wanting to make a tier list of which ones looked the coolest in his opinion before Emilia called him stupid and just ordered a bumper pack.

The couple helped Ora open her presents in the stocking, the little toys and blankets they knew she’d like, cooing at her little chubby cheeks and sparkly eyes as she took everything in.

“Thank you, Father Christmas,” Mabel shouted, pointing her head up to the sky despite her and Dele already having the conversation yesterday that he didn’t in fact live in the sky, he just flew in it in his sleigh on Christmas Eve.

“Thank you, Santa Claus,” Isaiah followed, giggling and cuddling his new dinosaur toys close to his body.

“Shall we go downstairs and see if he’s left you anything under the tree?” no sooner had Emilia spoke the words, Isaiah and Mabel were scrambling to the door, leaving the mess of wrapping paper behind them to deal with later.

The 5 of them made their way down the stairs, marvelling at the footprints leading from the fireplace to the Christmas tree and how the treats they left out for Santa and Rudolph were all gone, not to mention the little piles of presents on either of the two sofas for the two oldest children. They never went over the top for Christmas, not feeling the need to clutter their house with shit they wouldn’t use and spending unnecessary amounts.

They opened their presents with an abundance of enthusiasm. Mabel talking about how stylish Santa’s elves must have been to pick her out some nice clothes while Isaiah showed Dele his new little Jordan’s, showing each other the books they got for their parents to read at bedtime from the ‘Little People, Big Dreams’ collection (Mabel got Coco Chanel, Rosa Parks and Pele and Isaiah got David Attenborough, Martin Luther King Jr and Muhammad Ali), Mabel trying on her little version of Rapunzel’s wedding dress and Isaiah putting on his Ironman costume Dele picked out for him in the hopes someone in the house would like Marvel with him, Mabel shouting about how excited she was she had a little play coffee machine to make with dada in the morning while Isaiah was shooting toy cars across the room down the little garage ramp into the car wash… it was chaos in the best way.

It reached around 10:30am and Ora was still loving her new elephant rocker, toddling every so often holding onto her little toy wheelbarrow Dele and Emilia knew she would drag around the garden with her in a few months' time when it wasn’t so cold and she was slightly bigger. All of the excitement and adrenaline had tired them out and, quite frankly, Emilia and Dele needed a moment’s silence to get ready for the day and organise the rest of the big day, so they put all 3 babies down for a nap.

“Can we nap with them?” Dele laughed, getting out the children’s Christmas Day outfits ready for when they wake up and getting dressed himself while Emilia did her makeup.

“I wish,” she giggled, glancing behind her in the mirror as Dele stood with just his jeans on sorting out his hair in the mirror, “actually, before we had so many kids we used to fuck before our families came over.”

The quick change in tone making Dele’s eyes go wide, remembering how they made it a tradition every year that Dele would buy her really fancy lingerie, just so she could try it on and he could fuck her in it afterwards.

“Bastard kids,” Dele laughed, walking across the room to where Emilia sat at their dressing table, standing behind her and bringing a hand down to grip her around the neck while kissing her on the top of her head, the contrast in the rough and soft giving her butterflies, “wait until they’re asleep later.”

She took the opportunity to turn her head to the side and capture his lips on her own for their first proper moment together all day. But alas, they couldn’t spend much time as Hannah and Eric, alongside Arden and River were already on their way.

Their ginormous house meant that they could host Christmas and have enough room for their friends and family to join, so they’d invited Dele’s parents, some of Emilia’s family, Hannah and Eric and Adriana and Christian, of course alongside their children too, for Christmas dinner. They wanted it to be as nice and stress free as possible, organising a professional decorator to deck out their dining room and a set of private chef’s to make the actual food making process miles easier than trying to cook for almost 20 people on their own.

Once the 3 Alli babies had woken up, the Diers arrived first, shortly followed by Sally and Alan, excited to see their grandchildren on Christmas day. Next came Emilia’s family and finally the Pulisic’s. The family of 5 that lived there alongside the extra 4 families in their home made it feel a lot smaller and busier, chattering and drinks and laughter coming from all corners of the table at all times. The kids who were best friends sharing what they’d gotten for Christmas and playing with their toys, all of the adults conversing and laughing over various stories, Emilia, Adri and Chris talking about Chelsea while Hannah and Dele chatted to Emilia’s family.

The joy and laughter carried through the night as they dined and exchanged gifts, finally saying goodbye as the children began to drift off where they were sitting and the families didn’t want to overstay their welcome, already incredibly grateful for Emilia and Dele for hosting Christmas day at theirs. The kids settled down and went to bed, hearts full of joy and their rooms filled with their new things.

Finally, it was just the two of them. They silently went about bundling up the wrapping paper into black bin bags rested against the walls of the hallway to be taken out whenever either of them could be arsed, piling up the dishes in the dishwasher and leaving the ones that didn’t fit on the side to soak, just generally clearing up before settling down together.

The couple exchanged their little gifts, nothing big or grand, just little cute thoughtful presents to one another that meant more than something material. But there was one box left.

It was a sleek black, expensive looking box with a red ribbon tied around it. Dele leaned down and picked it up from the coffee table, handing it to his wife with a glint in his eye and a knowing smirk. Emilia bidded him a small thank you and gave him a peck before reaching for one of the ends of the bow, pulling it and watching as the satin fabric unraveled away from the box.

“Gives me butterflies every year,” Emilia giggled all breathy, never losing the excitement even though he’d bought her a million other sets over the past few years.

She carefully dug her nails under the lid of the box and lifted it up, undoing the thin white tissue paper that uncovered the red lacy bodysuit. It had two missing panels down the front and delicate detailing all around the bodice. Dele normally picked out two piece sets for her so it caught her by surprise.

“Do you like it?” Dele whispered, cutting through the sexual tension in the room.

“Mmm fuck,” Emilia stated, unable to tear her eyes away from the lingerie, “let’s find out shall we?”

She crawled across the sofa the tiny distance between them and mounted her husband's lap, gripping the bodysuit in one hand while the other wrapped around the back of his neck to pull him in for a passionate kiss. Dele welcomed her immediately, deepening the kiss and pulling her closer with two hands splayed across her bum.

He wasted no time in standing up and carrying her to their bedroom, continuing to kiss her the whole way so she didn’t scream or complain at him picking her up, silently begging none of the kids to wake up. He roughly threw her on the bed, looking down at her eyes blown wide in arousal, the new set hanging off her finger tips.

“Go and get ready for jefe,” Dele whispered in her ear, hovering over her body on the bed. She sauntered off into their walk in closet, leaving Dele to get undressed himself. No matter how many years they did this tradition, Dele always felt like the luckiest man on the planet, he swore he got more and more attracted to her as time went on, constantly falling more in love with her every single day as they lived their life with one another.

Before he knew it, Emilia was walking out of their walk in wardrobe dressed in nothing but the skimpy lingerie and a white sheer gown, the hems lined with white fluff to top off the festive look.

“Fuck,” just the sight of her made all of the blood rush south in his body, making the tent in his boxers even more evident, “I think this is one of the best ones yet.”

“I agree, well done jefe,” Emilia whispered, pushing him back by the chest onto the bed and climbing into his lap once more. She resumed the kiss and the hand on the back of his head as he placed his hands back on her bum, loving how there was no fabric separating their skin.

Her hips began moving against his, practically able to feel each other already through the thin layers of clothing. Dele bit her bottom lip and gripped her bum tight in his hands, bringing her impossibly close so her tits were pressed up against his chest.

“You, are so fucking sexy,” Dele growled, pulling back for a second to look her up and down, “I’m gonna wreck you.”

He’d barely touched her and Emilia was already dripping wet. He pulled back and brushed the gown off her shoulders, watching as it pooled on the floor behind her to reveal the full extent of the lingerie. He expertly turned them and lay her down on the pillows, hovering over her once more with one hand next to her head to hold him up and one hand firmly on her hips, relishing in the way her curves fit perfectly in his touch.

“I’m so lucky,” Dele kissed her neck, making his way down her chest and to the top of her boobs while reaching a hand down to drift in between her thighs. He never took the Christmas lingerie off, that was all part of the fun.

He moved further down her body, pulling the bra pieces down to expose more of her boobs, immediately taking one nipple into his mouth, simultaneously, cupping her cunt in his hand, applying just the right amount of pressure in the right places to make her squirm in anticipation.

“My pussy’s so wet,” Dele whispered, hot breath fanning over the wet patch where her nipple had been in his mouth, looking up at her, their dark eyes meeting each other’s, filled with lust and want for one another.

“Please, jefe,” Emilia moaned, arching her hips up into his hand desperately trying to get some friction. Dele took the hint and pulled the tiny material covering her pussy to the side, dragging two fingers up and down her slit and spreading her arousal around.

He barely gave her time to take it all in before he plunged two fingers into her, scissoring them slightly and smirking at her face, a mix of pleasure and pain at the sudden intrusion. Building up speed, he moved his fingers in and out of her, stretching her out and preparing her body for his as he sucked a small mark underneath her right ear, knowing she’d be able to cover it easily enough but they’d both know it was still there.

Her reaction when he pressed up into her g-spot would be ingrained in his mind forever, always feeling an incomparable satisfaction at the way her body jolted off the bed, her back arched and her eyes rolled back in bliss. Suddenly, he’d pulled his hand away, leaving her writhing with no contact whatsoever from his hand or his mouth on any part of her body.

He settled back on his heels, reaching down to pull down his boxers and let his dick spring free, fully hard and already leaking at the tip. Just the sight of his cock made her mouth ache, but Dele clearly had other ideas, leaning forward to run his top through her wet cunt, bumping up against her clit and sending waves of pleasure up her body once more.

After what felt like a lifetime of teasing, he sank into her with a deep moan, both of them rolling their heads in unison at the blissful feeling. They both had a second to adjust, Dele leaning down to give her little pecks and rest his lips against her own as he began to move.

The room filled with the sounds of their heavy breath and Dele’s skin slapping against hers as he picked up momentum and speed, fucking into her wet pussy at his mercy. He brought one of his hands up to her mouth, not wanting to risk her making too much noise so placing his thumb firmly in her mouth to muffle the noise, also giving her something to suck on and a pressure in her mouth he knew she loved.

Just as she was getting close, he pulled out again, denying her of her second orgasm of the night. He didn’t give her time to protest, simply flipping her over and pulling her hips up so her body was spread in doggy position in front of Dele.

Once more, he sank his dick into her warm cunt, this time giving neither of them any time to adjust before pulling out so only his tip remained, then slamming back in. Emilia had to hold the pillow to her face to prevent her from screaming out in utter euphoria at the feeling of Dele holding her hips and driving into her relentlessly.

They both knew neither of them would last much longer. Emilia reached her hand out backwards to feel for Dele’s, wanting to be close to him as she comes, but in true Dele fashion, he took her hand in his own and held it to her back so it just slightly hurt.

“Jefe, fuck, I’m cumming,” Emilia moaned out first, silently begging that he wouldn’t pull out this time and ruin it. The waves of pleasure washed over her body with such intensity she collapsed to the bed, Dele not caring and still thrusting his hips into her.

He came in quick succession after her, unable to contain his moans as he chased his release, still using her body for his own satisfaction even after she’d rode out her high. In his post orgasm high, he wanted to see her face, so pulled out of her warmth and flipped her over, placing some soft love filled kisses on her lips before pulling away to look at the mess of him dripping out of her cunt.

Dele reached to the bedside table and grabbed his phone, opening the camera app and first taking a photo of his cum dribbling out of her, smearing all over the lingerie set, then next taking a photo of her full body and fucked out face laid out against the sheets, the mark underneath her ear looking deliciously purple, then next setting his phone to record and holding it close to her pussy, capturing his release dripping out of her cunt.

An idea flashed through his mind and he handed her his phone, keeping the video going and ignoring her confusion, instantly sticking his tongue out and collecting the mixture of their arousals on his tongue. He spread it around her cunt for a moment before sucking on her clit, still incredibly sensitive therefore driving her rapidly towards another orgasm at the feeling and sight between her legs.

He cut her off, collecting some on his tongue and holding her jaw open so he could spit it down into her mouth, glancing to the side and making sure she was capturing it.

“Push it out for jefe,” Dele whispered against her lips before going back down to her cunt, licking first against her clit before collecting more of their cum and coating her clit, bringing it into her mouth. The overwhelming sensation plunged her into another high, crying out and grabbing his hair as he continued to eat their cum out of her freshly fucked pussy.

He collected as much as he could up onto his tongue and pried her mouth open one last time, spitting the mixture of their cum and his spit into her willing mouth before kissing her. His tongue ducked into her mouth as if it couldn’t get any hotter, sharing the taste of their arousal for a moment before he pulled away and whispered against her lips.

“Merry Christmas, my girl.”

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little-writers-posts · 4 years

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Modern AU Levi x Reader

Children

Word Count: 1230

Ps. My first story eheh, hope you like it.

(Y/N)’s POV

Levi never wanted children. I knew that and I was okay with it. When I was younger, I wanted to be a mother but that was never something I truly fought for, you know? It was more of a wish than a dream. So, when I met Levi and I fell in love with him, it was alright when he said he didn’t want children. We are happy with each other, just us.

However,... I can’t lie, it did sting a little when Hange told us she was pregnant. She and Moblit had been trying for a while. It got me thinking about the fact that I’ll never know what would feel like having a baby in my womb, having him/her moving around and kicking, and that made a bit sad. Nevertheless, I was incredibly happy for them and excited about the idea of a child around the office. Levi, on the other hand, couldn’t care less, it was typical of him but I was used to it.

The months when on and Hange’s belly grew every day. It wasn’t long til she asked me to be the godmother. My happiness that day was over the roof, I felt blessed and amazed, I promised her I would be the very best. Or try at least.

One day we came by her place to drop some things for the new baby girl that was going to arrive anytime soon. Erwin was there along with Armin, Eren and Mikasa, we were all together enjoy those rare moments of peace, when work wasn’t to stressful. Moblit came in with the tea and cookies.

“How are you feeling, Hange?” asked Armin.

“About to blow up, she’s going to be here anytime soon” she answered while rubbing her womb. “I really can’t wait to meet her.”

“It’s supposed to be in a couple of days, that’s what the doctor told us.” Moblit said sitting next to his wife.

“Are you ready for child birth?” I asked taking a sip of my tea.

“No.” she laugh “But at least I’ll have Moblit by my side, right love?” she smiled while he was nodding his head in response.

“What about you two?” Eren asked looking at me and Levi.

“What of it?” Levi asked in his bored tone.

“You’ve been together for a while... You’re no planning on having any...?”

“No.” Levi said without letting him finish his question.

“Oh... (Y/N) seemed pretty happy about the idea of a baby the other day...” Mikasa hit him with her elbow to shut him up. Levi looked at me with his eyebrow raised at me.

“It’s nothing, love. The other day we were talking about kids that’s all” I smiled at him and he sat back to his seat.

“Well it’s getting pretty late, you should rest Hange” Erwin said while getting up “We shoul probably go home.”

And we all went our ways after saying our goodbyes to Hage and Moblit.

On our way home Levi rested his hand on my leg while driving and I rested my head against the car window.

“You okay?”

“Yes” I smiled even though he didn’t see it.

“What was Eren talking about” I knew the question was coming. He would always go straight forward with whatever was on his mind.

“Eren, Erwin and I were having coffee at the office the other day and Erwin mention Hange and the baby, Eren said it would be nice to be a parent and having a boy to teach. I simply said it would be lovely” I shrug my shoulders in response.

Levi said nothing but simply nodded.

When we got home, Levi went ahead to take a shower while I went to change and straight to bed. I was reading my book when I felt Levi’s strong grip on my waist pulling me against his chest. He kissed the top of my head and rest his own on mine.

“You never mention you wanted any...” He whispered.

“Hm?”

“Kids”

“Oh... that” I closed the book and looked at him “I knew you never wanted so I never said anything about it, plus it wasn’t something I was dying for. I’m happy with you. We travel, we have great times together... I would never push you to have children you don’t want.”

He lifted my chin up and gently kissed my lips. His hand slid all the way to my waist and squeezed it slightly. Our kiss deepened and my hands went to his hair pulling him closer to me. And that was a long night...

Little did we know that the next morning we would have a call from Moblit saying their baby girl was born. Levi and I rushed to the hospital. When we got there Hange was lying down while holding Lucy close to her chest.

“How did it go?” I asked happily.

“It hurts like hell, but It’s worth every second just to meet her” Hange smiled, she was so tired.

“We’ll let you sleep, and come visit you later”

“Alright”

Levi and I stepped outside. After a while Moblit came outside wih the baby in his arms.

“Would you like to hold her?”

“May I?” I asked filled with enthusiasm.

"Of course, just try not to wake her up” he said while laying her gently in my arms.

She was so small and beautiful, that a genuine smile danced on my lips. I gently brushed my finger on her soft cheek while whispering soft words to her. It was a moment of peace and joy, deep down I wished I could feel that with my own flesh and blood. Tears started to build up in my eyes from joy and sadness at the same time. However, I was overwhelmed with that bundle of joy in my arms. Like I said, beautiful and small, so precious.

I felt Levi’s hand resting on my lower back, he too was staring at the new born that I was holding.

“She looks like Hange” I said happily.

“Unfortunately.” He said with a small smile on his lips.

“Don’t be mean” I said as he kissed my temple.

Later that day, everyone came to visit the new parents and the baby and congratulate them on the new family. It was late when Levi and I left the building to go to our own home. We stepped outside the hospital and then he grabs my hand, I looked at him frowning.

“It wouldn’t be such a bad idea you know?”

“What?” I whispered

“To have our own child... when you were holding her... for a moment I saw our own, and at that moment I felt a happiness that I can't really explain, I feel that with you is right, you know?... I know what I said but maybe it wouldn’t be such a terrible idea. To start our family, even if it’s just us plus one. We have a lot of love to share, so... why not?” He scratched the back of his head.

My eyes were tearing up. The idea of having his child, having our family made me filled with joy. I hugged him tight and whispered in his ear “I love you no matter what”

“Tch... I know that brat.” He hugged back smiling against my head.

#levi x reader #snk #aot #aot x reader #levi ackerman #anime / manga #shingeki no kyojin #imagine #reader #fic #attack on titan

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maree-ff · 5 years

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[CAMILA]

Walking through the classroom door I hit the lights, taking in the flashbacks of my last day at work before going on leave. This transition back into the working field after really getting to know my newborn baby won’t be easy. This morning it took me 45 minutes just to put the baby down so I could get ready for the day. Andre did not pester me or make commentary on my behavior. I think he was mute for quite a few reasons but only one stands out the most. He’s become an extremely compassionate person. Andre watched over and cared for me from the moment he came home up until now. He knows how attached I’ve become to our new baby and getting acquainted with motherhood once again. Which is why leaving this morning was a major heartache for me. Pregnancy became that much lifelike with him around to soak up the last few months alongside me. Not to forget about how nurturing, strong and level headed he was while I was going through labor.

“Mrs. Reese?” A tender voice spoke out from behind me.

I squealed initially and spilled some of my tea on the floor. The sting from the water against the tops of my feet made me tear up but I didn’t release them. Spinning around slowly I made eye contact with one of my quietest students.

“Good morning, Lee. How are you?” I asked him.

“I’m okay. Sorry if I scared you. I didn’t mean to.” He said timidly.

I assured him that I’m fine and that he didn’t scare me. I don’t have the heart to tell this sweet boy that he did in fact scare the hell out of me. My classroom isn’t even filled yet and I already feel that my nerves are getting the better of me.

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Time seems to be moving at a rather fast pace now. Half of the day is already gone and I received my routine visits from both Zoe and Kenja. Seeing them reminded me of Jorden and although the sadness returned, the girls put a smile on my face.

After recess was over, I pushed through the remainder of my lesson by forcing my sadness deep down inside. My students don’t deserve any inconsistency in their education. The minute the bell rang out, my room alongside neighboring classrooms and hallway were instantly filled with noise. Standing from my desk I removed my cardigan, set it on top of my laptop, and went around the room for a sweep.

“Mrs. Reese?!” I turned around on my heels with three pencils, a notebook, and halfway zipped pencil pouch in hand. I moved so quickly I dropped half of what I was holding.

“Dammit..” I cursed under my breath at my clumsiness and bent down to pick up the items. “What’s the matter Claudia?” I asked.

“I still can’t read the big clock.” She whined.

Going over to her desk I assisted her in gathering her things and talked her through the review lesson on time we went over today. My fill-in for the last few months has really done a great job on staying up on the lesson plan I set up for my kids. Even at home, carrying Jorden to full term I still made sure my babies here at school were taken care of. From what the substitute told me, Claudia is still struggling to read time. I went as far as writing her parents a note explaining to them what exactly Claudia is having issues with.

Once Claudia felt confident that she will get the hang of this lesson, I sat down at my desk to read everyone’s journal entries. There was complete silence in my room until I heard feet closing in on my position. Still focused on these journal entries I picked up my favorite pen and highlighter, going in with this editing.

“Mama, you coming home late today?”

My head turned to the left and when I saw Zoe standing in the doorway I dropped my pen. I turned around in my chair, stood up and went over to where she stood. With her wrapped up in my arms I felt this sensational urge to weep but our location prevented that.

“I missed you, my love.” I sniffled. Even after a long day of playing and running around, Zo still smells like home.

“But I came to visit you two times today. Mom, are you okay?” She asked. The concern in her voice tickled me red.

Scaling back from our hug I walked her to my desk so I could sit back down.

“Mommy..what’s wrong? Why do you look so sad?” She questioned with a little more authoritative tone.

“I’m not sad, Zo. I’m really tired but I’m not sad. And no I’m not coming home late. In fact..” taking a breather I stood up and began gathering my belongings. “Wanna take a trip with me? We can surprise daddy and Kenny with something they’ll both love.” I know that enticing children is a horrible parenting tactic. Especially since I get on Andre, all the time, about spoiling them with material things. However the incentive for her to come home with me is baked goods.

“Can we go to Ann Marie? Please mom? Say that we can go, please!” Zoe began to guilt trip me about the last time we were supposed to go to the bakery. Together we left the school grounds after I received confirmation that Divya picked up Kenja this afternoon. The drive into downtown LA was an absolute mess. Cars and pedestrians at every turn, not to mention it began to rain just as Zo and I made it inside the shop.

“Mommy..the umbrella.” Zoe complained, standing close to me.

“We’ll be alright love bug. I’ll cover you with my jacket before we walk out. Tell me what you want.” I said to her. I granted Zoe the pleasure of getting her favorite muffin and a small cake just for her. I was sure to get Kenja’s and her daddy’s favorite treats as well. When it came time for me to pick something I froze.

My drastic change in diet has really hindered my food palate. I chose many months ago to eat to live. I chose to nourish my body with food from the earth not only for my benefit but for my little boy too.

“If you’re struggling with the main menu we do have a specialty menu you can look at.” The girl behind the counter spoke up.

“Yes, I’d like to see that one. Thank you.” Accepting a laminated booklet with all kinds of alternatives I felt my eyes widen. “I’ll be damned.” I chuckled quietly.

“Can I see? I want to look too, mom.” Zoe quizzed frantically.

Squatting down to her level I read off some goods that caught my eye. Thanks to Zoe I picked out more sweet treats than I bargained for. The girl boxed up our food beautifully and then we went home. The rain lightened up just as I got settled behind the steering wheel. My eye caught the brightest rainbow I’ve seen since the day of my mother’s funeral.

“It’s grandma and her special rainbow, mommy, look.” Zoe said.

“Yeah baby, I see it too. It’s pretty right?”

“Uh huh.” She mumbled

Choking back a mass in my throat I discreetly thanked my mother for the sign of good faith.

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“Alright, all done.” I yawned. Setting down Kenja’s brush and spray bottle I hung my head low with my eyes closed. My body began to sway and when I felt the cushion of her bed underneath my head I remained still.

“You can sleep here, I don’t mind..”

I opened one eye up to see Kenja taking the braid out of my hair. A weak smile and airy chuckle later I felt a presence nearby. Shifting slightly I felt my spirit come back to life. Here Andre stands in the doorway of the room with the baby cradled in his arms. I’ve been home tending to the girls for over an hour and I’ve yet to lay eyes on my baby.

“Is he asleep?” I yawned again, making the girls and Andre laugh.

“Same state that you’re in now. Come on..” he encouraged me.

I rose slowly from Evelyn’s bed and stood on my feet even slower. I’m worn out beyond measure. This first day back was brutal on my body. Turning around on my feet I went to tuck the girls into their beds. It’s getting to that time of night where I have to flip the switch in my brain. I tended to my kids and students all day so now is my time to end my night with my best friend and our bundle of joy.

“Good night my loves, I love you girls so much and don’t ever forget that.” I passed my love to the girls and left the room, stripping out of second change of clothes. I swapped the sweats and hoodie for one of my robes and sat down at the edge of the bed. Andre passed the baby to me and when I laid my sights on him I let the tears go. Too many hours have passed since I’ve held and loved on my little boy. “I missed you so much baby. So so much.” I whispered to him, smothering his face in warm kisses.

“I can already tell how your first day back went.” Andre voiced, adjusting the temperature in the room.

Sighing tiredly, I crossed my legs and laid back against the bed. “I missed the two of you so much. Being here was all I could think about. The girls came to visit as usual and that really helped. Anyway, how was your day?”

“Quiet. I didn’t take him anywhere. We just hung out around the house. I let him sleep after you left and surprisingly he was knocked out for five hours straight.” Andre stretched out beside me, removing my earrings and my eyelashes. “Why are you still playing around with these? You have beautiful eyelashes that don’t deserve to be covered up.”

Smiling from the pit of my belly I felt my body tremble at his passive aggressive attempt to poke fun at me. Andre is the most supportive man I know but when I toy with different makeup looks and tools he gets a kick out of making commentary.

“I like to switch things up, Dre. You know that. I guess you’re right though, they are quite uncomfortable.” Peering at my baby I lifted my hand to stroke his cheek.

“Switch with me. Go get ready for bed because it’s getting late and you need to rest.” He and I traded places, granting me the peace and quiet I’ve been yearning for all day. Lifting my head toward the shower head I embraced the pounding water, pushing my hair back.

“Mmm…” I groaned. “Hahh…” my mind is slipping between reality and a dreamland. Life has been gracious to me and so has the Lord. Life has also been cruel to me on numerous occasions. The spattering water against the floor and my feet reminded me of the waterfalls in Puerto Rico.

“Camila,” I heard over the water.

“Yeah?” Turning around I leaned forward to let the water penetrate my back muscles. “That feels so good, mm..”

“I’m just checking on you. Go on with your shower, I’m not going anywhere.” He snickered. “Can I ask you something babe?”

Rolling my eyes I began to take this shower seriously. “Of course.”

“How are those stitches treating you?”

Andre mentioning the most painful part of labor and delivery struck a nerve. I truly felt like I was dying when I felt my skin rip apart. “Umm..” as I rinsed the suds from my body I took a seat and delicately fanned my fingertips over my stitches. Even the slightest touch still raises the hair on my body and brings me discomfort.

“Cam, what’s wrong baby, talk to me..” I jumped at the sound of Andre’s voice and stabbed myself with my fingernail.

“Crap..” I shuddered. “It’s healing...slowly but surely. Did you get the pain meds I asked for? Along with everything else?” Sighing in defeat I wiped away the tears and sped up this shower. Stepping out I accepted the towel from Andre’s hand. “Gracias.” I smiled.

“Always and yes I have everything that you asked for. Everything alright in there?” He smirked.

“The stitches still haven’t dissolved and I stabbed myself. I’m okay I promise but I’m still not-”

Andre stroked the crown of my head and bent forward to kiss my cheek. “Camila, I know how much pain you’re still in.” He began.

Gulping down the slight formation of bile I looked him in the eye.

“I care about your health and well-being beyond my sexual needs and desires. I care about your sexual needs and desires before mine, you know that too. I was there behind you, watching you bring this little boy in the world. Meaning that I will never forget how difficult it must’ve been for you. We will get back to our old selves in time. I’m not rushing nor am I growing impatient.”

I felt the corners of my mouth turn up. “Thank you for all that you do. Your patience and commitment is unmatched.” I said genuinely.

If I want to have a healthy state of mind I’ve got to refocus. With Andre taking unexpected time off to be home with Jorden, this is the break I need to reinvent Camila Maree.

#maree ff #maree ff outtakes

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whereisthefood123 · 6 years

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First Steps

@capaleran2 thanks for the ask fro this prompt list!

Leave an "Yahoo Me" in my ask, and I'll write a drabble about the specified characters celebrating something [feel free to specify.]

Pairing: Gajevy with the twins

Word count: 1.2k

Summary: celebrating the twins' first steps.

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A/N: Let's throw in some fluff

"Gajeel! Come here quickly!" Levy's shrill voice woke up the dragon slayer with a start. He fell from the bed with a thump, banging his head on the night table when he tried to stand up too quickly. With a curse on his lips, he ran out of the bedroom and down the stairs of his home taking two at a time. He had just been dozing off for a quick afternoon nap for Mavis sake! What the fuck had happened in just 5 minutes?!

He skidded to a stop at the threshold of the living room, his dragon hearing telling him this was where his wife's voice came from. "What's wrong?" Gajeel half barked half growled. His instincts were on high alert scanning the room for anything that had caused Levy's voice to hold such urgency.

His eyes registered the room and it was as he had left it just minutes ago. Levy was kneeled down on the carpet floor and the twins were just a couple steps from her with their baby toys around them laying askew. Gajeel followed Levy's gaze when she didn't answer and his body relaxed in a second when his eyes landed on Shutora.

His 9-months-old baby girl who was standing up on her own for the first time in her life.

Words failed him as he couldn't tear his eyes from his daughter. Her lower lip poked out and her eyes looked down at her wobbly legs as if trying to command her limbs to follow her orders. Her small hands rested on the couch for support as she still tried to find her own balance. Gajeel swore he saw in Shutora the same concentration Levy held whenever she decoded an ancient language.

Levy cast a side glance to him, not wanting to miss anything her daughter might do. She giggled at seeing Gajeel standing frozen by the threshold, his eyes wide in amazement and his mouth opening and closing like a gaping fish. But who could blame him? Levy felt the same excitement and elation cursing through her veins and rippling goosebumps on her flesh from her bursting emotions.

"Come!" Levy urged Gajeel, snapping him back to action as he moved to sit down next to his wife. He placed his arm around her shoulders, trying to remind himself he wasn't dreaming and he really was about to witness the first steps of their daughter.

Shutora let go of the edge of the couch, her legs shook from the effort and she lost her balance for a second. Gajeel's protective instinct soared as he almost launched himself to catch her, but her quick hands placed themselves back on the couch preventing her from falling to the floor. Gajeel let out a breath he didn't notice he was holding in and Levy laughed, trying to hide the fact that she had felt the same instinct take over her.

Gajeel frowned at his wife, pinching her cheek for laughing at his expense. She swatted away his hand, their eyes again focused completely on their daughter. Suddenly, Gajeel remembered something very important.

"Lily! Get the lacrima!" he shouted over his shoulder, hoping with all his might that his friend could hurry so they wouldn't miss recording Shutora's first step on the video lacrima. Gajeel and Levy adored watching all the videos of the twins doing anything and he knew Shu's first step would become one of their favorite ones.

Levy gasped and Gajeel quickly followed her gaze to find not one but two babies now on their feet. Yajeh was standing next to his sister with his chubby hands on the coffee table. He stomped his right foot on the carpet floor getting used to the movement of his limb while gurgling happily.

Levy almost laughed. Of course, Yajeh couldn't let his sister alone in this! They were always together and with the months gone by both parents had seen the bond grow stronger and stronger between the twins. They were partners in crime and it would be a cold day in hell before Yajeh would let Shutora take on an adventure all by herself.

"Oh Mavis," Gajeel breathed out shakily. He couldn't contain the tears that prickled at the corner of his eyes. Pride swelled up in his chest and a storm of emotions washed over him at looking at their kids. When did they grow up so much? He remembered as if it was yesterday that they came home from the hospital with two bundles of joy tightly tucked in their arms. And now, those same shrimplings were about to take their first steps towards an endless adventure.

Levy placed her hand over Gajeel's and squeezed it reassuringly. Her happy tears were already leaving a trail over her cheeks and the proud smile he wore only helped the tears fall faster.

The twins seemed to have gathered the hang on how to remain on their feet, as Shutora wiggled her hip from side to side and Yajeh bent his knees excitedly as if trying to jump.

Levy extended her hands forward beckoning the kids to join their parents. "Come babies. You can do it," she cooed in a sweet tone grabbing the attention of both children. The kids' faces lighted up at their mother's voice and they babbled excitedly in a high pitch.

"Come on, ya know we'll catch you," Gajeel's soothing voice joined them and the babies' happiness seemed to skyrocket at their father's loving gaze.

The twins needed no more encouragement. With a shrill laugh and wide smiles both kids let go of their hands perch and took three quick wobbly steps towards their parents. Their delighted squeals and excited blabbering rang loud on each corner of their home. When they lost their footing, their parents were there to catch them as they promised.

"That was fantastic Shu!" Levy held Shutora closely, hugging her tightly and kissing her cheeks lovingly. Shutora squealed happily in her mother's arms, her hands now finding perch on her mother's dress to hug her back.

"Gihi, I knew you could do it!" Gajeel hugged Yajeh close to him as he nuzzled his son's wild blue hair. Yajeh squirmed in his father's hold and kicked his little feet up in the air excitedly, no doubt feeling all his father's emotions washing in waves through him.

Gajeel drew Levy and Shutora into a big warm family embrace. He didn't even fight the happy tears that spilled down his face and with his thumb he lovingly wiped away Levy's tears. She smiled brightly at him and kissed both babies on their foreheads, feeling an unparalleled peace and happiness fill her heart to the brim of bursting.

"You do realize now they're gonna be even more troublesome?" Lily chuckled from the other side of the room with the recording lacrima on his hands. His own eyes shone brightly from unshed happy tears. "I mean, we could barely keep up with them and they were just crawling." He smirked tenderly, laughing inwardly at thinking on how many more shenanigans the twins were going to pull off now that they had learned to walk.

Gajeel and Levy blinked comically at him and looked down at the squirming kids in their arms. The twins seemed to be bursting out with energy as they squealed happily while kicking their feet high in the air, wanting nothing more than to keep exploring the world with each new step they would take.

The mages laughed wholeheartedly as the truth behind Lily's words sank into them. Indeed, the twins were about to become even more of a handful than they already were.

But what else could they have expected from their kids?

A/N: Thank you very much for reading! I hope you enjoyed it! Don't forget to comment/reblog if you liked this fic :)

WTF (Where's The Food?)

#gajevy #ftfanfics #ficsforvera #Gajeel Redfox #Levy McGarden #trouble twins #shutora redfox #yajeh redfox #pantherlily #fanfic #fairy tail #where's the food fanfiction #this was adorable to write #but also a challenge because I always wanted to just say that the twins were the cutest little things in the world #I'm not putting a read more because this isn't even that long imo #hope it's not a problem for anyone #lol funny thing is that the first draft was 600 words #but this end up beign 1.2k after rewriting it a bit haha #I might take one more prompt but it depends on time and insp too haha

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isisisak · 6 years

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So... Mags got a new puppy. And listen. This dog. Was the fucking cutest. It coulnd't sleep without adorably rolling onto its back or looking at you with round eyes, obviously aghast that you didnt scratch its belly already.

And Even had been trying to convince Isak to get a puppy for ages. He even went as far as suggesting a kitten. Growing up Even never really considered himself a cat person but as he told Isak - look at me now . To which Isak just scrunched his face and meowed asked "What?"

But Isak is just. Ok so, he had a dog. A family dog yes, but if one parent is always working and the other isn't always capable to look after the dog... he had a lot of responsibility with the dog really early on, ok? And he loved her. Her name was Lea and she was his everything. His safe haven. She smelled like home and was always glad to see him. She listened to all his problems and cuddled close when she felt that he needed it. On bad days Isak sometimes still tears up about missing her. This safety net from his childhood. But back to topic, Isak knows how much taking care of such a crature takes. He knows Even and himself would love it to the max, but he also knows that both of them will start uni soon. There will be so much stress. So many work shifts in between because they need to support themselves, so many late night study sessions. Then the occasional party. Sleeping in!!! All of this would end or get more difficult with a small pup to take care of. So they always end in friendly disagreement over this because Even says he doesn't see those arguments as good points at all. "You can always fit a dog in your timetable." "We don't go out that often anyway." "I wake up super early!" "Walks are my second favourtie thing, right after your smile." (This one got minus points for cheesiness) They were at a dead end with this. Both sides were set and there was no indication for either one to change. Back to Mags. Who had a new puppy. It was a golden retriever puppy, called Bux (for no reason other than that’s what Mags' called him out of impuls the first time he went to the shelter) and was everything Even ever dreamed of. Visits to Mags' place trippled suddenly and Isak only rolled his eyes somewhat because he saw how envious Even was of that little thing. He really enjoyed it and was so happy for Magnus, but he also really really wanted one for themselves! And then, through some magical convenience, Magnus was flying to his grandpa over easter and after some thinking around, asked Even and Isak to look after it for the prolongued weekend. Even practiacally hauled himself at Mags before he tried to calm down and asked "Uhm, uh, babe? What do you think about it?" Isak agreed. Since he thought this would be a nice training, or simulation if you want for them to at least get them somewhere in their constant discussion about the Puppy Topic (to be honest, it was that but also to 63% how excited Even looked because cute). That meant that this weekend, they had this little golden (more blond tbh but) bundle of joy with them. All. the. time. And don't get them wrong. It was adorable at times.... mostly the sleeping times... but other times, hmm not so much. The puppy ate everything. Fucking everything! In one day alone it ate half a sock, a tomato, a fragement of a coffee bean (which almost led to a full blown fight because even though Isak grew up with a dog he had no fucking clue that coffee beans were so toxic for dogs - let alone him not letting it fall on purpose - because a he was a) child when he owned one and b) Lea didn't eat fucking everything) a ball of dust and!! A! fucking! butterfly!!! It was almost like a movie scene. They had been walking hand in hand in the nearest park, Bux happily toddling in front of them. There had been a yellow brimstone butterfly and Even had squeezed his hand. "Look, bby! A yellow one! Those mean that the following summer's going to be great!" And Isak had smiled at Even because well he always did when he was telling him about random facts like this and then Bux walked up to the butterfly, ever curious and and Even nearly gasped. "Hhh! Oh god this is so fucking sweet. I'll take a pic for Mags, Bux wants to greet the- Oh my god!" Isak would have snorted if he hadn't been so surpirsed. Even only stared. Bux had swallowed the ‘messenger of a great summer’ whole. It almost looked as if he'd just inhaled it. Not to mention that the puppy also ate something when neither of them was looking for a second that made its little tummy hurt, made him whine, made him throw up repeatedly (one time into Isak's sneaker) and also have a massively bad case of diarrhea. So, now, the morning of the fifth day, Even was so fucking glad to get rid of the puppy, hand it back to Magnus in one peace, sleep in, not panic everytime a crumb fell to the floor. When he came back from handing Bux back over he slumbed down on the bed and with a tired groan cuddling closer to Isak who was trying to do some revising. "Hey baby." Isak put his book down and wrapped both arms and a leg over Even. Even just hummed exhaustedly in response. They stayed like this for a long while, before Even lifted his head a little to look at Isak. Isak pouted and lifted his hand to track the dark lines under Even's eyes (he hadn't slept more than four hours in one go these past few days). "Don’t get me wrong. I want us to get a dog. But please at the earliest when we have kids so they can take care of it." Isak chuckled and pressed seven delicate kisses all over Even's face. Even closed his eyes and laid back down with a smiled. "Deal?" He asked and Isak grinned. Isak leaned in and bumped their noses together, squeezed the arms around him. The he nodded once even though Even’s eyes were still closed. "Deal."

#isak x even #isak valtersen #even bech næsheim #evak #skam #isi's hc #(a tiny bit of)#magnus fossbakken #but not really

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jlalafics · 6 years

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Part Three of Everlark Prompt request-”49″

Thank you for your patience. It’s been a hard week for Hubbs and I. We’re both missing Juice fiercely and trying to function for Baby J.

I hope you enjoy this next part. I’m going to try to work on the next part this weekend...but I’m exhausted.

Part One

Part Two

49. Let’s have a baby.

Summary: Best friends Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark are about to embark on the biggest adventure of their lives—parenthood.

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Two weeks later…

“So, how are we all doing?” Effie asked as they sat in the examination room.

Their fertility counselor was serious when she told them that she would be with them every step of the way. In fact, as soon as they notified Effie of Katniss’ positive pregnancy test, the Doctor arranged to have Katniss seen by the clinic’s top obstetrician, Dr. Cinna Ward.

“I’m freaking the fuck out!” Katniss burst out in a tight whisper on the examination table. She gripped Peeta by the hand and it pulsed from the lack of blood slowly leaving it.

“I thought this is what you wanted,” Effie reasoned.

“It just happened so fast…” Katniss’ eyes filled with tears. “I just thought we’d have more time.”

“Get used to it.” The woman in front of her pursed her mouth. “That’s what you get for making whoopee.”

“Give her a break,” Peeta said to Effie. “Did we think that we would nail it on the first shot? No! We thought that there were would be a whole bunch of times and ways to try to conceive a child.”

Effie raised a disapproving brow. “Ways?”

“Yeah,” Katniss agreed. “Like the Reverse Cowgirl.”

“Exactly,” Peeta added. “Or The Sultry Saddle. Maybe The Spider?”

“You’re getting lazy,” the mother of his child-to-be responded. “You’re more a Speed Bump kind of guy.”

Peeta winked at her. “You flatter me, sweetheart.”

“I just know you too well,” Katniss replied.

“Am I interrupting?”

They all turned to find a tall dark-skinned man at the exam room doorway. He gave them a perfectly bright smile, highlighting his handsome chiseled features.

“No, Cinna,” Effie said in exasperation, frowning at the duo. “You just have to have your wits about with these two.” She gave the doctor a smile as he entered the room and pulled a rolling stool towards the couple. “Dr. Ward, meet Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark—the banes of my existence as of present.”

The man chuckled, offering a kind smile while shaking Peeta and Katniss by the hand.

“And, what position got you this bundle of joy?” he asked good-naturedly.

“Plain ol’ Missionary,” Katniss informed him. “But, Peeta did this fabulous move where he hooked my thigh over his hip. Really got up in there—”

“And, this girl—” Peeta grinned at the man. “—kisses like a maniac. Tongues like she’s painting a masterpiece…in your mouth.”

“I like you two,” Dr. Ward remarked with a soft chuckle. “And, you two aren’t together?”

“We’re best friends.” Katniss looked to Peeta who pressed a kiss to her knuckles. “We go way beyond that.”

“Always,” Peeta agreed.

“Okay ‘Best Friends’,” Dr. Ward began as he went to the ultrasound machine. “I’m going to need you to keep each other in good spirits while I take this probe—” He reached for a long wand, sheathing it with a protective latex cover. “—to examine Katniss’ cervix and measure the baby.”

Peeta met Katniss’ wide-eyed stare. “Can you handle it?”

She snorted in response. “Doesn’t even compare to Bobby.”

“Who the hell is Bobby?” Peeta asked in mock offense.

“Bernie’s dearly departed older brother,” Katniss informed him smugly. “With Bobby, I couldn’t walk straight for a day.”

Dr. Ward looked to Effie. “Do I want to know?”

Effie shook her head in exasperation. “Definitely not.”

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Peeta placed the ultrasound photo against the computer screen in his office.

The tiny-sized pebble of a baby was smaller than its yolk sac. Yet, it was the most beautiful thing that he had ever seen.

He and Katniss had created this little being together.

Seeing the baby on screen had nearly brought him to his knees and Peeta wanted to shout for joy, hug everyone in the clinic, and kiss Katniss until she couldn’t breathe.

He fucking loved her—and they had complicated things with amazing sex and a beautiful six-week old fetus.

They lived a relatively peaceful co-existence together until now. At present, just seeing Katniss made his heart race and stomach flip in excitement. Then, Peeta would flash back to that Saturday morning; Katniss’ wavy locks spread against her pillow and her rose-colored lips rounded in that perfect O as he came inside her.

There was a sudden knock at the door and Peeta stood up as a blonde woman in a black business suit entered.

She gave him a bright smile. “Peeta Mellark?” The woman held out her hand. “Delly Cartwright.”

“Yes. It’s nice to meet you,” he responded. “Mr. Snow said that you would be looking into how to improve the overall quality of our restaurant.”

Delly giggled. “Yes. My Uncle was very specific in his goals. He wants this to be a three-star Michelin restaurant by next year—no excuses.”

Peeta nodded in agreement. “How about I take you through the restaurant and we’ll go over procedures? Then Thresh, our Head Chef, will serve you a tasting menu.”

The woman turned to him, flashing him a bright smile. “Will you be joining me?”

Usually Katniss would be coming over, but she had planned to tell Johanna the big news. No doubt her friend and former boss would be grilling her over the details.

He turned to Delly.

“Sure, why not?”

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Katniss walked up the stairs towards the Abernathy house. She was already feeling nauseous. Part of it was the baby, the other part was because Johanna and Haymitch would be the first to find out that she was having a baby with Peeta.

As soon as she reached their front step, the door swung open revealing Johanna carrying Ben against her hip.

“Hey guys!” Katniss greeted them brightly.

Johanna tilted her head, examining Katniss for a moment, her brown eyes sharpening as she peered at her friend.

“Oh…my…God!” the woman finally exclaimed. “You’re pregnant!”

Katniss squawked at Johanna’s words. “How the hell did you know?”

“Bad word!” Ben said before burying his face into his Mom’s shoulder.

“Yes, Auntie Katniss needs to put a dollar in the swear jar,” Johanna told her son as he slid down her leg. “Now go and paint one of our walls green or something.”

The little boy went off running down the front hallway, his excited squeal echoing and making both women’s ears sting.

“Get in here!” Johanna tugged at Katniss’ arm, bringing her friend quickly into the living room adjacent to the front door. “Haymitch, a little help here!”

Katniss sat on the sea-blue lounger, rubbing her abdomen anxiously as Johanna sat down on the couch, waiting for her husband to join them.

Haymitch entered in a flurry, paper towels in hand. “Which kid and where’s the barf?”

“None of them,” Johanna responded. “Just this dumb-dumb.”

Haymitch leaned down to give Katniss a kiss on the cheek before sitting next to his wife.

“Katniss is incapable of being a dumb-dumb as you so nicely called her.”

Johanna raised a brow and nodded at Katniss. “Go on. Tell him.”

Taking a deep breath, Katniss looked to the man. “I’m pregnant.”

“You idiot!” Haymitch barked.

“Daddy, swear jar!” came April’s sweet voice from the back of the house.

“I’ll put a dollar in later, sweetheart,” the man responded before looking to Katniss. “And, who is the father?”

“Peeta.”

“Wow…you two are dumber than I thought,” Haymitch declared. “I’m going to that restaurant to flambé his ass.”

“It was my idea,” Katniss burst out. “He’s just the donor.”

“So you didn’t have sex?” Johanna asked. “What a bummer. That’s pretty much the best part.”

“Oh no, we fucked,” Katniss assured her friend.

Johanna leaned forward, an anticipatory gleam in her eyes. “How was it?”

“Amazing,” Katniss responded. “I think I nearly broke his dick with how hard I came…but it gets a little complicated from here.”

“You’re in love with him,” Haymitch declared.

Katniss hung her head. “Yes.”

“And, boom goes the dynamite,” Johanna said slowly. “You two are real morons, you know.” Her eyes filled with tears and she stood suddenly to embrace Katniss. “This is all hormones and, as soon as this child is out of me, I fully intend to mock you.”

Katniss smiled as they pulled apart. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Sitting back down, she looked between the couple. “I need a favor.”

“You need a buffer next week for Thanksgiving,” Haymitch said slowly and she nodded. “We were planning to be there, anyway.”

“I think it’ll be okay,” Katniss assured them, ignoring their skeptical looks. “Our parents will totally understand.”

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“Are you two stupid or something?”

Katniss and Peeta both looked up at Mr. Mellark’s question.

Their arrival at the Everdeen household was a joyful one as the two rarely came home from the city. Sure, their parents were disappointed that they came without dates and Katniss—according to her mother—was too pale and skinny.

“Now, calm down.” Haymitch stood from the adjacent seat, calmly walking to the two sets of parents. He placed a conciliatory pat on Peeta’s father’s shoulder. “Rob, this kind of thing happens.” Then he turned to the Everdeens. “This is your first grandchild. Try to understand.”

“Is this why you didn’t bring dates?” Donna Mellark asked her son. “Have you two finally decided to stop wasting your time and settle down?”

“We’re not together, Mrs. Mellark,” Katniss explained. “Peeta is just…a contributor.”

“So this was done in some sort of clinic?” Her own mother declared, whose blue eyes were wide in horror at the thought.

“Nope. This was done with the help of some liquor,” Peeta explained bluntly.

“Watch your words, young man,” Tom Everdeen intoned, his grey eyes stony. He looked to his daughter. “Is this because of Gale?”

“You’re beating a dead horse, Dad,” Katniss responded. “This has nothing to do with him. I wanted a child and I asked for help. Peeta, who you know and love, decided that he wanted to help me.”

Johanna rose from her seat slowly, one hand supporting her lower back and the other on her even larger stomach.

“Everyone, I know this is a shock—” she started. “—but these two came to you instead of hiding it. That has to give them some sort of brownie points.”

“I guess it could be worse,” Mrs. Everdeen reasoned slowly before looking to Katniss and Peeta. “Would you two even consider getting married?”

They looked to one another before bursting into a fit of laughter.

“We barely had a romantic relationship. Why would we bring marriage into the mix?” Katniss questioned.

“Because that is what people who have children do,” Mrs. Mellark responded. “They get married.”

“Yeah…no,” Peeta replied with an amused smile. “We love and respect one another. Our child will want for nothing. Let’s not complicate things.”

“Here, here,” Haymitch declared. “Now who needs a drink?”

Both sets of parents raised their hands.

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“That wasn’t all that bad,” Peeta assured Katniss as they walked through their neighborhood. His arm went across her shoulders and she pressed to his side. “I mean, after Prim arrived with her new tattoo and a new boyfriend, we were pretty much non-existent.”

“Remind me to thank her,” Katniss replied.

“She’ll be the baby’s godmother—” Peeta declared. “—along with Haymitch and Johanna.”

“Yeah, if we’re suddenly offed,” she added, “they should definitely raise him or her.”

“And, our parents…” Peeta trailed off, lost in the past few hours. “My father said ‘I knew it would happen anyway.’”

Katniss grinned. “Like, he knew you would knock me up?”

“Or that we’d somehow end up being connected in other ways beside friendship,” he supplied before sighing and turning to her. “How are you?”

“My boobs hurt every time I turn in bed, I barf when I brush my teeth, and I’m always so tired,” Katniss said. “But damned if I don’t already love the kid.”

It was at the tip of Peeta’s tongue to ask if she’d consider maybe having something other than friendship. It had nothing to do with their child, but being with her, kissing her, and seeing their little one made him think that there might be hope for something more.

They rounded the corner and nearly collided with a tall, dark-haired man with sharp dark eyes.

“Katniss?”

“Gale,” Katniss greeted slowly, her cheeks coloring. “How are you?”

“Good,” her ex-boyfriend replied. “Just heading out to grab another can of cranberry sauce. How have you been?”

“Wonderful, perfect, fabulous…” It wasn’t lost on Katniss that Peeta had tightened his hold of her. “Peeta and I are just doing our thing—”

“Don’t forget to tell him the good news,” Peeta urged, his blue eyes cool as he looked at the man before him.

Any minute, Katniss was pretty sure the two guys would start grunting at each other like cavemen.

She sighed before giving Gale a small smile. “I’m having a baby.”

“Yup.” Peeta pressed a kiss to her temple. “We’re having a baby.”

“Oh wow…” Gale gave them an uneasy smile. “That’s really great.” He looked to Katniss. “You’re going to make a beautiful mother.” Then his eyes went to Peeta. “Good luck, Peeta.”

“Thanks, but I don’t need it,” Peeta declared. “Happy Thanksgiving, Gale.”

With that, he rushed Katniss across the street.

She chuckled at the possessiveness in Peeta’s usually calm blues.

“For a moment, I thought you were going to pee on me just to mark your territory.”

Peeta raised a brow. “Would you be into that?”

She elbowed him before taking his hand.

“Come along, father of my child. We have a family grilling to get too. Your brothers should have arrived by now.”

“Noooo…” the man whined.

Katniss looked over the pouting man and wide eyes, refraining herself from wanting to press a kiss to that lower lip of his.

God help her if their child was just like his father.

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16 weeks

“Hey, little mother,” Rue greeted Katniss. “You’re looking very fruitful.”

Katniss looked down at her burgeoning stomach and shrugged.

“Seed of your boss,” She responded with a grin. “He or she has an appetite thanks to Peeta.” She looked around the restaurant. “Where is your boss-man, by the way?”

The server rolled her dark eyes. “With Miss Thing, of course. I don’t know what kind of deal you have with Peeta, but you better stake your claim. She is clingy little wench…and surprisingly anal for someone who I’m sure isn’t into it.”

“And, how do you know she’s not into anal?” Katniss asked in amusement.

“She wouldn’t be walking like her ass was plugged if she was,” Rue explained. “You know she wants me to fold every person’s napkin into a swan whenever they go to the restroom? I don’t have time for that nonsense!”

“Have you talked to Peeta about it?” Katniss suggested.

“Whenever I try, Delly is there in his office!” Rue shook her head. “Things need to change.”

“Mind if I step back there to see if I can rescue your boss?”

“Please,” Rue responded. “Rescue him because he is too nice to kick her to the curb.”

Chuckling, Katniss waved at the unhappy woman and headed to the back. After greeting Thresh, who was surprisingly disgruntled, she found herself at the entrance of Peeta’s office.

“So Peeta, do you think that we can cut these hours?”

Peeking in, Katniss could see Delly looking at the computer screen over Peeta’s shoulder, just almost pressing her breasts to his back.

Rolling her eyes at the overt display, she knocked against the doorway. “Hi there!”

Peeta’s expression brightened and he shot up from his chair.

“Katniss! Is it noon already?” Avoiding Delly, he rounded his desk and rushed over to her. His hand went to the belly affectionately. “How are you feeling?”

“The usual,” Katniss responded with a bright smile. Delly stood, arms crossed indignantly at having lost Peeta’s attention.

Was it normal to be filled with glee at seeing the woman discontented?

“Katniss, you look wonderful,” the woman remarked. “Filling out seems to have worked in your favor.”

Yes, it was perfectly normal to want to see this bitch unhappy.

“Thanks Delly,” Katniss responded easily as her hands went to her full breasts. “I mean, the breasts look great, right?” Looking to Peeta, she winked. “What do you think? I mean…at least they’re real.”

Turning, Katniss’ eyes went pointedly to woman’s perfectly sculptured chest.

“Why don’t I take you and your ample chest for some air?” Peeta suggested.

Putting an arm around her, her friend led her out the door and away from a fuming Delly.

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“Dude, that is like totally inappropriate work behavior.”

Peeta sighed. “I know.”

They sat at a quaint French café, a few blocks away from the restaurant. His gaze went to Katniss, eyes closed as she soaked in the sun. Her bump only slightly prominent making her newly grown breasts the main star.

And, he appreciated the hell out of them.

“Rue is unhappy, too,” Katniss continued. She straightened in her chair and looked to him. “You’re responsible for all of them. Letting Delly implicate all these rules and standards is not good for morale.”

“She’s always around,” he informed her. “Always over my shoulder.”

“And, are you so inept that you don’t understand that she wants a little Mellark up in there?” Katniss raised a brow. “Not that I blame her. You’re a great piece of ass.”

Peeta reached for her hand, pressing his lips to her knuckles. “I’m flattered.”

“But, I’ve been super horny,” she continued. “And, I’m afraid to let Bernie visit so I have to do everything manually. So maybe you’re not as great as I think.”

“Now that hurts!” He gave her a plaintive look. “At least let a guy prove himself.”

Katniss quirked a brow. “Are you serious?”

His blue eyes were penetrating. “If I was?”

“Are you that hard up?” she questioned.

“If you think that Delly wants me, then I’m not that hard up,” he retorted simply. “As you said, she is more than willing.”

Katniss went silent for a moment.

After a moment, she responded.

“I’ll give you an answer by this weekend.”

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“I need both of your opinions.”

Johanna and Haymitch sat across from her on the couch with Amy in-between. The girl sucked her thumb, staring sullenly at her Aunt Katniss.

Johanna had some strong genes as her youngest girl inherited her glare.

“Peeta and I had lunch today and I mentioned my recent…urges,” Katniss related.

Haymitch peered at her. “Urges?”

“You know…the ones that happen around this point in the pregnancy,” Johanna told her husband. “The ones that got me—” She pointed at her stomach. “And—“ Her stare went to the cranky girl in-between them.

The man’s eyes widened in understanding. “Oh yeah!” He turned back to Katniss. “Continue your story.”

She blushed “Well, he suggested that maybe…he help me with these…urges.”

Johanna placed her daughter in her, cradling the little girl. “So what do you need from us?”

“I need to know if it’s okay for me to accept.”

“So you want permission for us to have sex with Peeta?” Haymitch stated.

Katniss nodded. “Basically.”

Haymitch shook his head. “No.”

“Really?” Katniss implored. “I mean we’re both grown-ups. We have a child on the way…it could be nice.”

“You’re in love with him,” Haymitch responded evenly. “This might make it a lot harder on you.”

“But she’s really—” Johanna look down at the little girl in her arms. “H-O-R-N-Y.”

“I still say no,” the man declared. His eyes went to Katniss’ fiery greys. “But by the hungry look in Katniss’ eyes, she ain’t going to listen to a damn word I say.”

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“Here we have the head,” the technician said as she moved the probe along Katniss’ stomach. “Everything looks tip-top in terms of development. I’m going to do a quick head measurement…”

Katniss turned to Peeta. “How are you feeling about all this?”

His eyes went to the baby on the screen above them. “It’s feeling very real. He or she is moving…has two well-formed hands and an adorable profile.”

“You didn’t have to be here,” she told her friend. “I know you’re busy at the restaurant.”

“I’m never too busy for this,” Peeta replied simply before taking her hand. She glowed at his words and he felt his own heart swell at her radiance. He pressed a kiss to her knuckles and Katniss sighed at the motion. “Listen, I think we should talk about us.”

Katniss looked to him, her grey eyes anxious. “What about us?”

“Everything is looking beautiful,” the ultrasound technician interrupted. “Did you want to know the sex of the baby?”

“I want to know,” Katniss replied. Her gaze went to Peeta. “Are you okay with that?”

He grinned. “Yes!”

The technician angled the camera probe for the perfect shot. Looking at the screen, they found themselves looking at the telltale V of the upward angle in-between their baby’s thighs.

Katniss gasped, her eyes filling with tears. “We’re having a girl.”

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They were having a little girl.

The technician confirmed it before complementing Katniss on her astute eye.

Their mothers would be thrilled. So was he.

However, seeing their daughter on-screen made it all the more real. She would arrive in four months yet he and Katniss could never sit down to have real discussion.

Peeta wanted more.

Yes—there were times when he thought that she might feel the same way. It stopped being about the sex or the flirting long ago for him. Usually Peeta would go to his best friend for advice.

But what if the best friend was the one you needed advice about?

“Peeta?”

He looked to see Delly entering his office. It irritated him that she never bothered to knock anymore, having developed a “What Mine is Yours” attitude about the restaurant and the office. However, she was the boss’ niece and he needed the money with their daughter on the way.

Daughter.

“What can I help you with?” he asked congenially.

“Just went over the scheduling for the staff and posted it outside,” she informed him cheerfully as she sat in the chair in front of him. “I think that it’s much more organized.”

“Thanks,” he murmured. Peeta met her eyes. “By the way, the management of the front of house should be taken up with me. Some of my staff is unhappy with the changes.”

“That is why we have hiring companies,” Delly replied. “Your staff can be turned over.”

“We have regulars who love our staff,” Peeta argued. “I won’t have them inconvenienced by having to train a bunch of new hires.”

“Alright.” The woman crossed her legs, giving him an unaffected smile. “Would you care for a drink?”

“I’m not drinking,” he told her as his eyes went back to the graduation photo of himself and Katniss. “I promised Katniss since she had to stop. I have to show support for mother of my child.”

Delly leaned forward in interest. “Out of curiosity, have you two discussed what you want?”

Peeta shook his head. “We plan to.”

“When?”

“It’s difficult with both of our jobs and her being exhausted all the time.”

“I’m just going to put it out there,” Delly began. “It doesn’t seem like you’re ever going to talk about it. You keep on making excuses and that kid will be here in a few months. What happens if you get a job somewhere else? Or she does? What happens if she starts dating someone else? Or you do?”

“Katniss is not interested in dating anyone,” he told her tersely. “And as for me, I don’t think anyone could possibly see me in that way.”

“I do.” Delly looked at him imploringly. “I, for one, am not afraid to admit that I like you. What about Katniss? Will she say the same?”

He stared at her for a moment. Peeta had no idea that she even felt that strongly about him.

Of course, Katniss had brought it up but he thought that she was just fucking with him.

“I can’t answer for Katniss,” he finally responded

Delly smirked at him. “Can you answer for yourself?”

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That Delly is going to be a real problem.

Also, we haven’t seen the last of Gale.

The answer to whether or not, they give in to their urges in the next part.

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