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bitchinbarzal · 2 months

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Runaway Groom | N Hischier

summary: Nico’s getting married and he thinks he’s got the wrong bride.

“He wants you there schatzi” Katya mumbled, sipping her coffee across from you.

You shook your head “Yes but she doesn’t… I’m ok just seeing the pictures after”

You watched her eyes drop and her mouth pull into a tight line “Y/N, we thought it would be you”

Your stomach sinks and you smile softly “Yeah… but it’s not and I’m ok with that. I want Nico to be happy”

His mom wanted to reply, tell you he’d be happy with you. That his smile isn’t as wide with her as it is with you.

But she didn’t. She just squeezed your hand.

Their wedding is all anyone was talking about the week before; the welcome drinks, the rehearsal dinner, the church, the party.

You were tired of hearing about them. They could go back to New Jersey now for your liking.

The night of the rehearsal dinner had you getting ready for the gym when your front door opened and you heard the familiar voice shouting

“Hallo?”

“Timo?” You yelled back, puzzled

“I’m here to pick you up!”

Your head pokes out of your bedroom “for what? Why are you wearing a suit?”

He looks puzzled “Nico and Rosie’s welcome dinner?”

You laughed “I’m not going to that”

“Why not?”

“Because i don’t want to? I’m sorry did everyone just forget that me and Nico are ex’s?”

Timo rolls his eyes, entering your bedroom and beginning to rake through your wardrobe, pulling out a dress.

You stumbled for a moment seeing it again, the dress you wore to Nico’s captain’s dinner. The team had thrown him a fancy dinner in the city to celebrate him becoming captain and you wore that red dress.

“Put this on, you’ve got five minutes” he informed, shoving the dress into your hands and walking out.

Before you walked out the house you looked at yourself in the mirror and huffed “It’s only two hours… two hours you got this!”

Nico’s family were elated to see you walk in the door, diverting their attention all to you.

You didn’t see him but Nico also diverted his attention to you, his grip on his soon to be wife’s hand slipping as he spotted you in that dress.

The last time he saw that dress it was on the floor of your bedroom.

Your eyes scanned the room, finally falling on him. You gave him a soft smile and he reciprocated until he noticed your hand placed firmly in Timo’s.

There was nothing there but he couldn’t help but feel his gut twist. He was getting married and thinking about you.

Throughout the night you were stopped by various teammates and their partners all expressing just how much they missed you.

“I always thought this would be you” Klara, Jonas’ wife comments and you can only give a tight smile

“Rosie is lovely, no?”

“She doesn’t know him like you… he’s not the same”

“Nico decided I wasn’t what he wanted” is all you could say before venturing off somewhere else.

You wanted to go home. You were tired of hearing about how it should be you.

That night when you arrived home, you checked your phone which you’d subsequently left on the nightstand after being rushed out the house.

Only one notification stood out. A text from Nico.

it meant a lot to see you tonight, take care of yourself schatzi.

Your thumb hovered over the text pad, considering a reply. You stared at the words so long you didn’t notice the tears starting to gather in your eyes.

“Fuck, Neeks” you cursed, throwing your phone onto the bed and gripping at your hair in frustration before you picked the phone back up again and dialled his number.

“Hel-“

“Don’t you dare! Don’t you dare call me names, I’m not yours anymore Nico! You remember? You broke up with me!” You sobbed, so angry and frustrated. You were overwhelmed.

“Schatzi… don’t cry”

“Nico” you mumbled, the exhausted tone of your voice evident on your words.

He sighs “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have text you… it was a lot to see you tonight”

You scrunched your eyes closed in an attempt to stop the tears falling.

“Will you be at the wedding tomorrow?” He mumbles, somewhat hopeful.

You paused, silent so much so he asked “Can you hear me?”

You nodded, not that he could see you “I can hear you Neeks”

“Neeks” you chuckled “It’s been so long since I heard that”

“I’m not coming, this is probably the last time we can ever speak again…”

Nico bit his lip on the other side of the phone, tears now in his waterline. The weight of this on his shoulders.

“I can’t lose you Y/N”

“You lost me the day you broke up with me… you don’t get the best of both worlds. Goodbye Nico, good luck at the wedding” you mumbled, pulling the phone away and hanging up.

You threw your head back and cried out a strangled cry “Fucking Hischier!”

The next morning you lay in bed, the longer you were in your bed the less you had to face the real world.

It wasn’t until twelve you rolled onto the side of your bed, where your phone was charging. Your notifications were crazy.

Multiple missed calls. Texts. Voicemails.

Before you could read them, Nina was calling you.

“Hello? Ni what’s going-“

“Where is Nico?!”

You frowned “at his wedding? Aren’t you-“

“He’s not here! They’re all panicking he’s just disappeared and we can’t find him” she cried out, you could hear other panicked voices in the background specifically Rosie’s

“I’ll call him” is all you said, hanging up and staring at your reflection in the black screen “Hischier… where are you?”

You had tried calling him with no answer, leaving multiple voicemails. You grabbed your keys to head out the door when you spotted him, sitting out on your porch.

You opened the door, making your way to the porch swing and sitting next to him. Nico didn’t speak, just looking out at the mountains.

Your head dropped to his shoulder “Neeks she’s waiting for you”

He sniffled “This was supposed to be us”

You nod, grabbing his hand in yours “But it’s not, it’s you and Rosie. Nico you gotta go back to her”

He finally looked at you, his eyes rimmed red “What if I don’t? What if I just stay here? Would you have me?”

You swallowed loudly “Nico, I love you so much and if you ever came to me before I’d say yes but you don’t want me you’re just confused”

He shook his head “I love you! I’m not confused… I want this, I want you! This, this house! This life!”

The house was bought by Nico, at your request your Switzerland home had to be in the countryside. He let you have it after the breakup.

The two of you were inches apart, tears streaming down both of your faces “Neeks…”

“Kiss me” he mumbled, holding the back of your head waiting for your move. You did. You leaned up to capture his lips in yours, his tongue slipped past your bottom lip into your mouth.

You moaned into the kiss before pulling away and pecking his lips once more “Hell of a last kiss”

“No, not a last kiss” he says and you look sadly

“Nico, let’s go…”

“Where?”

“To your wedding”

He wanted to argue, tell you he was going to stay but you looked at him with an expression that told him he didn’t get a say.

At the church you stood outside the doors, just enough time to spare. He’d got changed at your house, trying to fix his red and splotchy face as much as you could.

Outside the church entrance you stood hand in hand, Nico staring at you sadly “I don’t want to lose you”

You shook your head softly, leaning up on your tiptoes to kiss him softly and mumble

“You’ll always be mine even if I’m not yours”

He couldn’t answer before his family came out, shouting at him where he was. You smiled softly and whispered something about leaving before you turned around and walked away.

He watched you walk back to the car, watching you walk away from him for the last time.

#nico hischier x reader #nico hischier imagine

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iguana-eyanna · 6 months

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Now That I See You

Pairing: Damien Haas x Reader

Summary: Damien knew he wanted to be with you since you two first met, and now he wants to start writing the next chapter for your happy ending

A/n: so I recently saw a TikTok of Damien singing "I See The Light" and I KNEW I had to write something

You and Damien decided to take a trip to Disneyland, treating yourselves to a well-deserved trip.

Now as you two were very busy in your careers, you haven't been hanging out as much as you like to. So why not enjoy a day Disney bounding like one of your favorite characters: Rapunzel and Flynn Rider?

"I can't believe we haven't done this together." You said, taking a bite of a sweet treat you bought at a food stand.

"We really picked a good day to go out too. Perfect weather, not too crowded, and I get to spend it with my princess." Damien said, squeezing your hand gently.

You started to blush a shade of pink and you kissed Damien's cheek, making him match the same rosy cheeks as you.

"Excuse me?" a young voice said.

You both turn around and see a young girl, probably around the age of 6, dressed head to toe like the Tangled princess herself next to her parents.

"Are you Rapunzel?" She asks, her eyes beginning to widen with anticipation.

"I'm sorry, the Rapunzel meet and greet closed when we got here. She's been wanting to meet her so bad." The mom whispered for you two to hear.

You mouthed an 'Oh' quickly before you knelt down, smiling.

"Why, yes I am! And may I say you have a lovely dress, Princess..."

"Malia! Princess Malia." She said, courtesying.

"Why it's very lovely to meet you, Princess Malia. Eugene, isn't she just stunning?" You ask, staring up at Damien.

He brightens as he gets in character.

"Why she is, Blondie. It's very nice to meet you, too." Damien said, bowing down to her.

"Why's your hair purple?" She asks, pointing up at Damien.

"Oh! Um, I ate a plum, not knowing it's cursed. It made my hair purple! We're trying to find a magic item to break the spell." he replied quickly, making the young girl scrunch her nose and then laugh.

"Silly prince," she said, making you almost chuckle.

She turns around and jumps up and down.

"Mommy, can I take a picture with Rapunzel and Eugene?" she asks.

"I'm not sure baby, they have to go break the spell, remember?" she said, not wanting to impose on your time.

"Oh, we don't mind! I'd love to capture this moment too if that's alright." You said, making Malia squeal with joy.

The mom mouthed a quick thank you as you and Damien posed with the young girl. Damien stepped out of the picture so it could just be you two.

"Thank you again for doing this, Malia is going to remember this for the rest of her life." the dad said to Damien.

"Of course! I'm glad we got to make her wish come true." Damien said, seeing how Malia was still talking to you and you looked like your heart was about to burst with cuteness.

"You guys are great with kids, are you two married or...?"

Damien looks back at the dad, a bit startled.

"Oh uh, no. We've been together for 2 years now."

"Well, you two look very much in love. I look at my wife every day and I'm thankful I got to ask her to marry me." The dad concluded, walking over to his little family.

That night when Damien came back to his apartment, he was on his phone, endlessly scrolling for the perfect ring to propose you with.

"You look beautiful," Damien said, leaning by the door frame as he came to pick you up.

"Why thank you, you look quite dashing yourself." You said, putting the finishing touches on your makeup.

It's been four months since that day in Disneyland, and today you two were going to shoot a music cover together, singing "I See The Light" from the Tangled soundtrack.

It was Damien's idea, and you guys have been rehearsing for about a month. He asked Courtney to help out with recording and Shayne to set up some decorations by a park.

You and Damien walked over since it was close to your apartment and saw your friends brighten up.

"Aw, it looks so good guys! This has to be the most beautiful set I've recorded at." You said, noticing the decorative lanterns and the purple and pink flowers.

"Yeah, once it hits 6:00 pm we should capture the golden hour..." Courtney said, showing you how her camera can capture the scene, making you preoccupied.

Shayne goes up to Damien who falls silent, walking back and forth on a stone path.

"Hey, it's going to be alright." Shayne reassured his friend.

"I know, it's just - jitters I guess."

"Trust me, she's going to say yes, I think it's better than me practicing with you."

Damien laughs, remembering how he and Shayne would use the weekend when Shayne would take your place and pretend how you'd react once Damien popped the question.

"Thank you, for everything you and Court have been doing. I couldn't ask for better friends."

Shayne proudly smiles as he quickly hugs his friend, trying not to cry.

"You're doing great man. Let's get you ready." Shayne concluded, patting Damien's shoulder as the two walk over to you and Courtney.

She helped direct your positions as you began to perform.

All those days watching from the windows All those years outside looking in All that time never even knowing Just how blind I've been Now I'm here, blinking in the starlight Now I'm here, suddenly I see Standing here, it's all so clear I'm where I'm meant to be And at last I see the light And it's like the fog has lifted And at last I see the light And it's like the sky is new And it's warm and real and bright And the world has somehow shifted All at once everything looks different Now that I see you

You turn at Damien, smiling and he felt a flutter in his chest. Then, he too began to sing.

All those days chasing down a daydream All those years living in a blur All that time, never truly seeing Things the way they were Now she's here, shining in the starlight Now she's here, suddenly I know If she's here, it's crystal clear I'm where I'm meant to go

You and Damien held each other's hands as you looked lovingly in each other's eyes.

And at last I see the light And it's like the fog has lifted And at last I see the light And it's like the sky is new And it's warm and real and bright And the world has somehow shifted All at once, everything is different Now that I see you Now that I see you

And that's when Damien knew in this moment, that this was it. Time slowed down when he began to kneel on one knee. You looked confused as Damien was still looking up at you. It wasn't until he tries to reach for something in his pocket

"Dami?" You whisper in a small voice, now chocked up.

"When we went to Disney Land together, you made this little kid's dreams come true. And then suddenly, the world somehow shifted. I wanted to have a new dream with you. So..."

He says your full name as his smile becomes brighter.

"... will you marry me?"

You start nodding right away as you lower yourself where he is, beginning to cry.

"Yes! Yes, I will marry you." You said.

Both of you begin to cry as you hold onto each other. Damien slides the ring on your finger as he looks at you with so much love. You two stand up and you look back at your friends who caught the whole thing.

Shayne was slightly crying as Court was comforting him.

"You don't know how long we've been waiting for this." Court replied, making you all chuckle.

"What do you mean? I've been dying to do this for two years!" Damien added.

You playfully roll your eyes as you allow yourself in Damien's embrace, feeling like this is where you belong, right here in this moment.

#damien haas x reader #damien haas imagine #damien haas #smosh #smosh pit

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maysrinn · 3 months

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I feel like between the two of them, Coriolanus is the touch starved one and is always craving cuddles. Lucy Gray also loves cuddles but she is not as crazed for them as Coriolanus.

Oh yes I can see it,

I feel like he on his side sees it as a validation of love. Idk if it matter which AU but for sure If president snows love language is gift giving then officer snows love language is physical touch! He gives and craves it!

Coriolanus is possibly even “jealous” of every single one of their kids because they of course get more time with mom than he does XD especially during nighttime.

Coriolanus: this used to be my house…my wife…my lucy gray…then…YOU came along, say what is your defense-

Baby Rosie: *laying on her mothers chest* ba!

Coriolanus: …can’t argue with that… you may win this time and maybe possibly tomorrow, BUT! during nap time She will be mine-

Lucy gray in the meantime is slowly falling asleep to her husband having playful personal beef with their three month old daughter T^T

#tbosas #snowbaird

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mangoshorthand · 7 months

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five hargreeves as a dad? Him being a single father and taking care of his daughter; she could be adopted too

(Not his dinosaur age but if he was still a younger adult would be great thanks!)

more on fluff please!

I thought this request was a good opportunity to write a situation I referenced in After We Fall (Hard Feelings part 6) which has been playing on my mind. I went slightly off-book with the request: Five is not a single dad, but he's a SAHD and his wife is only referenced a couple of times. It's not necessary to translate the Italian lines to enjoy the fic, but you might like to. Hope you enjoy.

No Blinking! | Five Hargreeves & 3 y/o daughter Words: 3k

Some parts of the apocalypse were nice.

Sometimes, when the sunrise hit the earth in just the right way, everything would be bathed in this sweet, rosy glow. He’d lie there, facing the sunrise, and watch the progress of the long shadows thrown by the debris; abstract shapes at his toes which retreated further and further away, the tiny pieces of surviving glass twinkling in the light.

Every morning, the sunrise fascinated him. It was the middling time between sleep and waking, when his thoughts had not yet formed into coherence. It was evidence he had survived another night. He never knew whether that was a good thing or not: this fact, proclaimed by the sunrise, held both pain and promise.

On the one hand, another day alone was dawning and another day had gone by in which he’d failed to calculate his way home. On the other hand, there was today’s possibility of success, glimmering illusively in the new light.

It was impossibly lonely, but it was peaceful, and blessedly quiet.

And, sitting there with blood-curdling screams echoing off the high ceiling, Five couldn’t help but miss that time.

He was looking down into his sour coffee and trying to imagine being back there, the sun gently warming his cold bones, when a small, familiar voice reached him amidst all the other shrieks.

“DADDY!”

Five looked up to see his daughter waving at him from the very top of the soft play apparatus. She was waving and smiling at him with the sort of deranged glee that only a little kid can muster. The sight immediately broke through his self-pity and misplaced nostalgia: he smiled and waved back at her, a more pleasant warmth than the apocalypse sun filling him now.

In a flash of blue light, she appeared at his elbow.

“Jesus, Aoife!”

He put a restricting hand on her shoulder and looked around surreptitiously, to check that nobody was watching. There were two moms at the next table, but they were too engaged chatting between themselves and watching their kids.

“No blinking outside the house! Cosa ti ha detto papà?”

She was looking up at him with his own eyes and his own pout. Her pigtails were loose, hair awry and her upper lip crusty with the ubiquitous snot that always seemed to gather there.

He sighed, grabbed the slightly moist napkin that he picked up with his coffee and wiped her nose.

“No blinking, okay?”

“No.” she said, stubbornly, wriggling away from the napkin. “I’m a big kid now. I’m in charge.”

Five suppressed a smile.

“Oh, okay. That sounds nice. If you’re in charge, then are you going to drive me home?”

“No, papà ” she scoffed, “I can’t drive.”

Five couldn’t keep up the pretense of sternness, unable to resist her little face.

“Oh,” he said, in mock confusion, “well if you’re in charge and you can’t drive, how do we get home?”

“We get the bus.” she said, decisively.

“We'll get the bus?” he repeated, “Okay. You got the money to pay for the bus, Rockefeller? If you’re in charge then you have to pay, right?”

She considered it for a second or two, and then seemed to decide it wasn’t worth it.

“You know what,” she said, “I was just kidding.”

“So is papà in charge?”

She didn’t answer, but the pout’s return let him know he’d won the argument, (and yes, he did congratulate himself on this. She might be tiny, but she was already a formidable interlocutor).

“So: no blinking, right?” he said, holding up a single, authoritative finger.

She nodded and gave a theatrical sigh.

“That’s a girl,” he said, leaning over and kissing play-warmed head, “now go play.”

“Will you come and play with me?”

“No sweetie,” he said, “Daddy’s too big. And I'm having a sit down.”

She threw back her head with a flourish, all abject frustration and pure drama.

“What the HELL?”

He suppressed a laugh and dismissed her, watching her run back to the play area with a whoop that made it clear his refusal to join her had by no means spoiled her fun.

The attention of the pair of mothers on the table beside him had been attracted at some point during this exchange. They were smiling at both Aoife and him with a strange look of adoring pity.

He noticed it on women’s faces often when he was out with his daughter. He had once, foolishly, imagined that being a seemingly young dad instantly boosted his fuckability by about 300%, but he learned quickly that the real reason was far less flattering.

He picked up a newspaper probably left by the previous parent sitting here, slowly losing the will to live. The front page yielded nothing interesting: a politician had been up to something sleazy, but what was new? “PAPÀ, GUARDAMI!”

He glanced up to where Aoife had grabbed a tiny, smiling boy by the hand.

“ME AND NOAH ARE GOING DOWN THE SLIDE!”

“Good for you.” he called back, “You and Noah be careful, piccolina.”

He watched as they shuffled their way, beaming, into the tube slide and then emerged at the bottom after lots of giggling and thumping from within. He applauded politely and Aoife, hair flying, grinned back at him, showing all her sharp little teeth.

He tried to return to the newspaper, but could no longer pretend to ignore one of the women from the next table over, trying to catch his eye.

He looked up and gave her what he hoped was a polite but quelling smile.

His hope was not answered.

“How old is she?” the woman asked, smilingly, jumping on his acknowledgment.

She was thin, blonde and green-eyed. Mid thirties, he’d guess. Pretty too, he noticed, though in a detached way. Her friend, a brunette wearing a yellow blouse, seemed to be assessing him as if she didn’t fully trust his presence.

“Three years, seven months,” he said, shortly.

“Awh,” she said, politely, “Noah turned three in September. It’s such a nice age, isn’t it?”

Five looked back up to the ballpit where Noah, white-blonde like his mother, was shrieking with laughter as Aoife smashed two balls together in time to the raucous melody she was singing.

“Cute kid,” he commented.

“Thank you.” she smiled, “So is…”

“Aoife,” he supplied.

“What a lovely name,” she said.

He nodded and tried to look away, but the yellow-bloused woman called back his attention.

“So you’re Italian?”

“No. I just speak it. I taught her and now we speak it together. She speaks a little Spanish too.”

“Have you considered what it might do to her speech development?”

“Does her speech seem under-developed to you?” Five asked, eyebrow raised, “It didn’t do my speech any harm: I bambini di tutto il mondo sono bilingui e se la passano bene. Potrei dirti di andare a farti fottere in sette lingue."

The women smiled uncertainly, clearly not understanding the last part of his speech. He continued as if he was translating:

“Multilingual children have developmental advantages over monolingual. I’m fluent, so why not give her that advantage?”

They both nodded their acceptance of this, and Five was just feeling he might have shut them up, when the blonde spoke again.

“So, is it Mommy’s day off?”

This piqued Five enough that he looked up from his newspaper.

“No.”

“So you’re a single dad?” the brunette asked, her expression softening as she looked at him.

Five smirked, and a memory of Klaus floated to the surface of his mind.

“Yup. I was young when I had her. I don’t even know who the mother is.”

He looked up, and the women were looking at him. There was a second or so of confused silence before Five put them out of his misery.

“That was a joke. My wife works.”

“Ah, so Daddy’s babysitting?”

“No,” he said, with a smile that tried extremely hard to hide his irritation, “Daddy’s parenting.”

With effort, he managed not to add: ‘dumbass’ to the end of that statement.

Both the women nodded earnestly, and the way they did it told Five they were probably the type to admire his stance on the surface, but underneath still pity him: convinced he was a hapless male incapable of lone childrearing for periods longer than an hour.

“And do you manage okay?” asked the brunette.

“Well, Aoife’s still alive,” Five said, coldly, “I’ll take that as a win.”

Noah’s mother laughed, (somewhat sycophantically in his opinion), and her friend eyed Aoife critically for a few moments, lingering on her messy hair before speaking again.

“I’ll show you how to braid her hair.” she said, with the air of one taking control of a dire situation.

“No thank you,” Five said, shortly.

Noah’s mother stepped back in, tilting her head placatingly and speaking to what she imagined was his misplaced pride.

“I swear, you’ll never look back. It’s so good for keeping it out of her eyes.”

Five fought to keep his irritation contained, and his eyes found Aoife, throwing herself between two squashy funhouse rollers with a loud ‘Ooof!’

The sight gave him the grounding he needed.

He couldn’t lose it at these two moms, because then he’d have to leave. If Aoife was going to sleep tonight, she needed to run off all this energy.

Not to mention the fact she was having the time of her life.

He looked back at the women, his patience renewed:

“I can braid hair just fine. She just hates them. Hates having them done, hates having them in, screams like you’re pulling out her fingernails if you try.”

Five had, in fact, pulled out many fingernails in his time, and the similarity was disturbing.

“Oh,” the brunette said, apparently disappointed at being denied an opportunity of dictating to him.

As she sat down, and Five’s eyes sank thankfully to an article about the reformation of a blues band, Noah’s Mom asked.

“Is your wife a career gal then?”

“I guess,” he said, “she works hard.”

“That’s so admirable.” said the blonde - though he got the sense she didn’t really mean it.

Her eyes moved over to her son as she continued.

“I just don’t know how she does it. I just couldn’t leave him to be brought up by someone else.”

Five felt himself becoming quite seriously annoyed.

“Aoife’s being brought up by both her parents.”

“Of course, of course. But every girl needs her mom.”

Five took a sip of his coffee.

This shit was old news. He encountered it too often, whether it was this specific flavor of bullshit or the type where he got nasty looks at the playground as a lone male. He cleared his throat and hoisted a smile onto his face.

“So where’s Noah’s dad today?” he asked, leading her into a trap whether she was aware of it or not.

“He works too.”

“Oh.” Five said, trying to keep his smile playful rather than antagonistic, “So does every boy need his dad?”

As Noah’s Mom and her friend sputtered, Five held up a hand and continued.

“As long as a kid’s with a parent that loves them, it doesn’t matter if they’re a woman, man or hyper-realistic robot. Now,” he said, gesturing firmly to his newspaper, “if you don’t mind - ?”

He was glad that the women seemed to accept his request for solitude, and even happier when they went to get coffee and moved to a different table.

The next thirty minutes passed silently (as silent as it was possible in an echoing room full of shrieking kids), with Five flicking through his newspaper and glancing up to check on his daughter every few minutes. He was engrossed in an op-ed on the latest labor strikes when one shriek in particular drew his attention.

This shriek was distinct from happy play shrieks.

He looked up, and there was Aoife on the floor at the top of the netted play apparatus, bawling her head off with cries so high-pitched that soon only dogs would be able to hear.

He looked around surreptitiously. Nobody was watching, Aoife was the only kid in that area and there was plenty of cover. He stood, took a few steps towards the play area and concealed himself behind a brightly-coloured padded pillar and thrust himself into the static electricity of a spatial blink. He emerged strategically, stooping behind a giant firetruck. He ducked out from behind it and approached his daughter at a crouch, unable to stand in the confined space.

Aoife was sprawled out on the soft floor, watching him approach through red eyes.

She might be hurt, he thought, but she was tired too, and these tears seemed more linked to that.

“What happened, bambina?”

With a gulp of air in between each word, she answered:

“I - fell - off!”

He dropped to one knee and scooped her up, pulling her dress down to cover her butt as he did so.

“You hurt, sweetie?”

“Yes,” she said, the rate of her tears already slowing as he pulled her onto his knee, “I hurt my leg!”

She pointed forlornly to her left knee. Five took a quick survey- there was a small red mark from impact - probably against the firetruck - but it seemed fine otherwise.

He held her briefly to his chest and kissed her forehead, rubbing her leg with the palm of his hand, the warmth of his skin soothing away the pain.

“Daddy’s got you, little one. You’re okay. Can you bend your knee for me?”

Aoife bent her leg with ease, though still sniffled in his arms.

“Okay,” he said, seriously, with the air of one performing serious diagnostic tests, “now, can you wiggle it for me?”

Aoife looked seriously down at her leg and wiggled it.

“Excellent,” Five said, keeping his features schooled into mock-concentration. “Now, can you just put your finger on your nose for me?”

Aoife did so, looking up at him in confusion.

“Hm.” he said, lowering his eyebrows as if at an unexpected medical outcome, “Just let me try that.”

Aoife moved her finger and he prodded her nose.

“Honk.”

Aoife’s serious face broke, and she sniggered.

“There we go, see?” Five said, pressing her nose again, “Honk! - You just gotta press it hard enough, you’re fine.”

Aoife giggled and fell against his chest with an ill-coordinated thump. She rested her head against him, rubbing her face into his sweater.

You’re dumb.” she said, affectionately, “and bad.”

“Charming.” he said, stroking her hair, “Dumb I’ll accept - you got me on that one. But why am I bad?”

“You said no blinking.”

Five smiled as he pulled her onto his hip, stooping his way to the exit.

“I’m allowed to blink in public.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m grown-up.”

“That’s not fair.”

“True, but I’m afraid life’s not getting any fairer than this, bambina.”

“That makes no sense!”

Five chuckled and held her closer, finally straightening up and heading back to their stuff over at the table.

“We’re gonna go now. Mommy will be home soon.”

Aoife grumbled slightly, but he bribed her with a promise to play her Turvytown playlist on the way home, (as much as it pained him to put himself through it again). As a result, she allowed him to place her down and assist her in putting on her coat with a good grace.

“It’s not fair rules that daddy can blink outside but I can’t.” she said, thoughtfully.

“I know,” Five said, grabbing his jacket and folding up the newspaper for the next beleaguered parent who might sit there, “but lots of people already know that daddy can blink. It's no biggie if they see me - but we don’t want them all knowing you can.”

“Why not we just tell them?”

“Because -” he faltered, “because it’s better if it stays a secret.”

He took her hand, folded his own jacket over his arm and lead her towards the parking lot, where

“A secret? Like Daddy’s birthday present?”

“No,” he said, leading her outside by the hand, “not like Daddy’s birthday present, because you told me what that was the day Mommy bought it. You have to actually keep this secret, kiddo.”

“Okay.” she said.

When they got to the car, he leaned over to help her with her car seat, but she slapped his hands away.

“I want to do it.”

“Sure,” he said, letting his hands fall into his pockets, watching her with interest. With a few minor grunts, she clicked the belt home and looked back at him, satisfied.

“See? I’m a big kid.”

“You sure are.”

He looked back at her; into his own eyes in miniature. He felt the familiar rush of serotonin as he did so. He’d always had a soft spot for kids, but Aoife was different.

He loved his wife, sure, but his love for Aoife was in an entirely different league. She delighted him - there was no other word for it. Having her in his arms was just…right. It wasn’t rational, he knew that, but it didn’t make it any less true.

She made him more aware than anything else of his animality: his love hit him like a kick in the gut - it was something that pulled hard on a cord deep in his stomach. The first time she was put into his arms, he felt his foundations tremble, crumble and reform. He was enamored - totally and utterly. If anyone ever tried to hurt her…

Proud of herself, she smiled at him. It emphasized her cherubic cheeks, still pink from the chill outside. She was perfect. There had surely never been any child so perfect.

He leaned over and hugged her silently, pressing his angular jaw against one of those plush cheeks. He closed his eyes and inhaled.

She even smelled like his.

“Love you, kiddo.”

Aoife suffered her father’s fervent hug for a few seconds before getting impatient.

“You gonna drive already?”

Five laughed, pressed a kiss to her cheek (which she wiped away with the back of her hand) before closing the car door and heading around to the driver's door.

“What, am I your goddam chauffeur now?” he murmured to himself, smilingly.

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thekatebridgerton · 1 year

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Baby Bridgerton meet cute au

Today on another episode of Bridgerton fics I really want to read. But can't write because I lack both the time and the creativity to do them justice

Baby Bridgerton meet Cute au

Saphne:

Young stuttering Eton aged Simon Basset meeting Anthony's little sister on a visit to the Bridgerton home and immediately being pulled into a game of house by Anthony's tallest little sister. Who forces him to play husband and she will be the wife and all her siblings now are their kids so they must listen to her of course. Because she's the mom. And him the dad. Simon stutters the whole time but leaves little Daphne with the most organized pretend household he can manage before running off to find Anthony to ask to come over more often

Kanthony:

Young 10 yo Anthony finding a scared toddler Kate afraid of storms, asking him to help her find her papa and pretty Miss Mary in Hyde Park. Because she can't find them and its started to rain and she's scared. And Anthony being the gallant kid he is, shelters the little girl from the rain with his coat under a tree, and returns her to her father as soon as he hears voices looking for her. The day after he meets her, he finds out that the little girl Kate, is the daughter of the man who just ran off with the season's diamond. He wonders if he'll ever see her again

Benophie:

Benedict met Sophie in the theater when Sophie was four, since her mother was an actress and Sophie would have been trained to appear on stage. Benedict saw little Sophie play a little Christmas angel in a opera and immediately asked his father if they could meet the actors, just so he could give the little angel girl a flower and tell her she was pretty. Sadly Sophie's mother died not soon after and rather than see the little girl starve, grandmother left her at the doorstep of the Earl of Gunningworth. But she never forgot the dream of the nice boy in the theater who once called her pretty

Polin

The first time Colin met newborn Penelope with her red hair and Rosy cheeks, he wanted to take her home with him and share with her his favorite cake and biscuits. Penelope would cry if Colin was too far from her cradle and Colin declared to all sundry that baby Penelope was "his Pen" for almost all the time it took Penelope to learn how to talk and say it back. Even if adults tried to convince him that Penelope wasn't "one of his" thinking he was confused about his many siblings growing in number. Colin remained insistent for most of Penelope's early years, that Penelope was 'his' Pen the way he was 'my Colin' for her. they only outgrew the habit after he left for school and made more friends his age. Still Penelope never forgot that he was 'her Colin'. Even if Colin did as they grew older. (or maybe he's always been sure she's 'his' Pen too)

Philoise

Their first time meeting was on one of young Phillip's visits to London with his father. Little Eloise had snuck out behind her parents back to a particularly busy bookshop and happened to see an older boy, buy the exact same book that little Eloise had been eying for ages. So of course like any Viscount baby sis...She threw a tantrum. Phillip was terrified of the crying girl who kept accusing him of stealing her book, but he wanted to keep the book, so he just, found something else to give her, shaved ice? did she want shaved ice? he got it for her, maybe a toy, yes, little girls liked toys, here's a toy, just don't cry, don't cry. By the time Edmund found Eloise again, she was grinning, sitting atop of veritable mountain of trinkets, eating shaved ice, with a devoted young boy profusely apologizing to her. Phillip went home with his book and every time he read it, he remembered fondly the cute little tantrum thrower who warped him around his finger that day in Mayfair. While Eloise never quite forgot that moment either.

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guys you should write this, I want to read it!!

#baby bridgerton au #kanthony #saphne #polin #benophie #philoise #anthony bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #daphne bridgerton #colin bridgerton #kate sharma #simon basset #penelope featherington #sophie beckett #phillip crane

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candy-sticks-zaza-blogs · 13 days

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🎙️Rewrite of Alastor📻|Warning:Cannibalism,mention of racism and homophobia

When Alastor was a human he lived in a poor life with his mother that worked as a housemaid for the riches.Alastor always comes along with his mom as he decides to play with the other kids.The kids begin to insult him and asked questions that hurts him but Alastor doesn’t understand as he ignores their racial slurs they learned from their parents.

When he was peacefully playing outside he sees a man he didn’t know in his whole life as he ran inside telling his mother that there’s a weird man outside as she let the weird man in as he said he is the father of Alastor,He doesn’t believe him as he was about to shout his mother stopped him as she told him go to his room as Alastor goes to his room he heard a lot of shouting and screaming.

He doesn’t have enough food in his poor life he craves for money,power,flesh and blood of humans.

He is a weird kid that always picked up the dead body of an animal or murder it as everyone is scared of young Alastor as his mother protects him from the people who would hurt him.

The rich man slap his mother in the face as he got angry at the rich man as he murdered him at night when he sneaked out. He always cleans himself,eat the riches and the clothes when he murder someone who is very rude to the ladies or nice men(He hates men).

When he grew up,his mother passed away and became mature he lived in his own house in the forest as he committed a lot of murder around town in midnight to eat his victims and hide his identity from the radio he broadcasted due to racism he faced in the 1920s.

He wished to become famous but didn’t as he always hides his identity because of racism and he doesn't feel romantic attraction or wanting kids when everyone force him to get a wife he never really wanted in his life.

When police investigate every town Alastor heard the police knocking down his door he decided to move out and take all his belongings as he escaped into his car away from the police and Louisiana cause he would not wanna stay here. He moved a lot when he committed murders.

When he was chasing his victim he murdered his victim as he go back to his new home in the woods he got caught in the bear trap bleeding out to death as the branches are on his hair to make him look like a deer he got shot by a hunter he died and fall into the muddy pit.

When he first arrived in hell confused as everyone laughed that he looked like a deer he was oblivious at first as he walked past the reflection from the mirror he stopped as he is shocked that he’s a marsh deer demon and his voice is barely audible. He met Rosie when she killed an Overlord as she took him in to teach him some proper manners as he meet Vox that died in the 1950s as they both became business partners. Alastor left for 7 years when his soul I owned by Eve or Roo idk who owns his soul though.

When he pretends to help Charlie at the motel he think it would be an interesting joke to help the Princess of hell who is a goat puppet that came to life as her brother Charlemagne and her bodyguard Valerie they are both aware of his dangerous tendencies around the motel.

Is Alastor an overlord yes he is but he didn’t have any voodoo powers but uses magic instead he faked that he is very powerful than everyone but Lucifer is stronger than him and Charlie is aware of his manipulation but plays along. Since Alastor cannot move on with the new technology cuz he hates it that much he always uses his 1920s slangs and make up his own cuss word without saying the vulgar language.

#hazbin hotel #alastor #hazbin hotel rewrite #hazbin hotel critical #redemption motel au

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hearts-hunger · 1 year

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it's a wonderful life || danny wagner x reader

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Summary: You and Danny spend a quiet night in decorating your tree and watching the first snowfall.

Pairings: Danny x Wife!Reader | Genre: fluff | Word Count: 2.8k | Warnings: none!

A/N: This fic is the definition of "a fic I wrote for myself" because the reader is a teacher and her favorite Christmas movie is It's a Wonderful Life. Nevertheless, it's very sweet, and I hope you enjoy this little holiday treat ♡

“Danny! I’m home!”

You nudged the door closed as you came inside, arms full of gift bags and cellophane-wrapped treats and the collection of coffee mugs you’d taken to work but rarely remembered to bring home. You’d just finished your last half-day at school before winter break, and it was a nice change of pace to be happy and energetic when you came home from work instead of dragging yourself right to the couch for a nap.

You went to the kitchen table and dropped off your bounty, looking over each item with a full heart. There were handmade Christmas cards that said “thank you for being my teacher, Mrs. Wagner!” in messy, loving scrawl; there were baked goodies from parents sent in festive tins; there were gift cards and candles and all manner of little gifts given with notes that valued the hard work and love you poured into your students every day. As excited as you were to enjoy your gifts over the break, you appreciated even more the reminder that your work didn’t go unnoticed and the generous hearts the gifts were given from.

“Dan,” you called again, smiling as you peeked inside one of the tins. “That mom gave me more of those pizzelles you love.”

You expected to get a response to that — the same mom of one of your middle schoolers had given you a batch of cookies at Thanksgiving, and Danny had eaten almost all of them — but you didn’t hear anything. Snagging a piece of peppermint bark from one of the gift bags and grabbing a pizzelle for Danny, you headed out of the kitchen and went to find your husband.

You found him in his music room, sitting behind the drums with headphones on. It was no wonder he couldn’t hear you calling him; he had the volume so loud you could hear the demo of one of the new songs they’d been workshopping. He looked much more casual and comfortable than you were expecting. He usually liked to get “dressed up” for work, usually in his black jeans and a sweater, but he was in sweatpants and his well-loved Abbey Road t-shirt as he started to tap out a beat on the toms.

You stepped closer to his kit and gave him a little wave in greeting, hoping to catch his attention without startling him. When he noticed you, he gave you a surprised, delighted grin that warmed you straight through.

“Hi, baby,” he said, pausing the demo and letting his headphones rest on his neck. His voice was hoarse, and your happiness at seeing him quickly turned to worry.

“Oh, honey,” you said. “You sound awful.” You came around to his side of the kit and put your hand to his forehead. He hadn't gotten up with you that morning like he usually did, and you’d suspected he didn’t feel well; he was definitely warm now, and his cheeks held a rosy, feverish color.

“I’m okay,” he said, and though his voice was a wreck, he didn’t sound concerned. “I’ve been taking medicine. It’s just a cold.”

You tutted and moved your hand to cradle his cheek. “Poor thing. I’m sorry you don’t feel good.”

He smiled. “Thanks, sweetheart. Do you feel alright? You’re home early.”

“Half-day, remember?” You held out his cookie. “And I got lots of presents.”

“Sweet!” he said, taking the pizzelle and giving an exaggerated sigh when he bit into it. “It’s so nice to be married to a teacher.”

You laughed. “You might not think so when you see the stack of grading I have to do.”

He waved you off. “I’ll help you. We’ll get it done today or tomorrow so you can enjoy your break.” He looked up at you. “Hey, speaking of enjoying your break, I made you hot chocolate.”

You grinned. “Really?”

He chuckled. “Yes, really. Come on, I’ll make you a cup.”

You followed him into the kitchen, fussing over him a little as he muffled a few coughs behind the collar of his shirt. He smiled when you rubbed a hand over his back, assuring you that he was fine but thankful for your concern. Danny had always been a low-maintenance patient when seasonal illnesses came through, content to take it easy and let himself rest. You knew he’d tell you if he was really feeling bad and decided not to worry overly.

He had you sit at the table while he ladled hot chocolate into a pair of mugs. His mom had a fantastic slow-cooker recipe for hot chocolate; she’d made it the first time Danny brought you home for Christmas, a few months after you started dating, and he’d asked his mom for a copy of the recipe that same night so he could always know how to make it for you. He made it on special occasions and when you needed some cheering up, and sometimes he made it just as a little surprise for you.

“Thank you,” you said, gratefully accepting the warm mug he handed you. You took a cautious sip; it was wonderful, creamy and cinnamony and rich.

“Good?” he asked.

You gave a contented hum. “Like a melted bar of chocolate.”

He smiled, looking through the gifts you’d set on the table. “All this is from your kids?”

“Aren’t they sweet?” you said. “I always forget how nice it is on the last day before break. Everybody’s in such a good mood, there’s an air of excitement and festivity, there’s gifts and parties and sixth-graders belting out Christmas carols... it’s lovely.”

Danny gave you a warm smile. “I’m glad you had a good day, sweetheart. Are you happy to be on break?”

“Yes,” you admitted with a soft laugh. “It’ll be nice to sleep in and not worry about work for a few weeks. And to have lots of time with you.”

You offered your hand, and he took it with a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

“I have some ideas on how we could spend all that time,” he said, running his thumb over your wedding ring.

You smiled. “Oh yeah? Like what?”

He met your eyes and raised a suggestive brow. “We could... decorate the Christmas tree.”

You laughed, and he grinned as he watched you. You took his hand and spread his fingers so you could kiss his palm.

“I’d love to decorate the tree,” you said. You looked over your shoulder to see the full, beautiful tree in front of the bay windows in the living room. “It looks so... not-sparkly right now.”

He chuckled. “I guess we’d better make it sparkly, then.”

Danny put on Christmas music and started stringing the lights on the tree while you fished around in the attic for your box of ornaments. Your collection was small so far, both of you adding to it each Christmas since you’d been together, and you treasured each ornament and the memories they held.

“Oh, Dan, it’s so pretty!” you said when you came into the living room, admiring the lighted tree. He stepped back from it and looked it over, adjusting a few strings of lights until it was perfect.

“You found the ornaments?” he asked.

You held the box up. “Sir yes sir.”

He gave a soft laugh and motioned you over to the coffee table. You set the box down and took off the top with a flourish, revealing the sparkly, colorful ornaments nestled in festive tissue paper.

“Do the honors, Mrs. Wagner,” he said. “First ornament of the year.”

You smiled and gave him a quick kiss. “Thanks, honey.” You picked a handmade one, a small cross-stitch hoop with the Greta Van Fleet logo carefully and lovingly stitched by Danny’s grandmother. She’d given each of the boys one, and they found a spot of honor on every Kiszka-Wagner tree each year.

You and Danny took your time decorating the tree, waxing poetic about the stories behind each ornament. You hung the ornament Jake had given you last year, a red globe with a cut-out picture of himself in the Oliver Reed/Santa getup modge-podged onto it; on the branch next to it Danny hung a polaroid of the two of you at your wedding with “Mr. and Mrs. Wagner” written below in his familiar handwriting. Your collection was equal parts beautiful craft-fair baubles and mementos of your relationship and jokey gifts from loved ones, and you thought it was perfect.

When most of the ornaments were hung, Danny’s enthusiasm started to flag as his fever caught up to him. He refilled your mug and took another dose of Tylenol while he was in the kitchen, nudging the ornament box to the side so he could sit on the coffee table when he came back.

“You sure do know how to put a Christmas tree together, Mrs. Wagner.”

You smiled. “I try. You’re just gonna watch?”

He sighed and nodded, pressing the heel of his hand against his brow. “Yeah, I feel kind of lightheaded all of a sudden. But I’ll put one up high for you if you need me to.”

You kissed his forehead. “You just stay right there, Daniel.”

He smiled and followed you with his gaze as you went back to work. He pointed out when you needed to move something a little to the left and added in his own commentary as you reminisced on the “I’m a Danny girl” ornament you’d bought from a shop on Etsy.

��You remember how sweet she was?” you asked. “I sent her that picture with the two of us holding it and she posted it on her shop’s Instagram with the cutest caption.”

“Lots of hearts and crying emojis, as I recall,” Danny said fondly. “And she told you she sold every last one of them that year.”

You smiled at the memory. “I’m glad she did.”

Danny looked into the box and pulled out the last ornament, your heart turning over as he gently picked it up.

“This one’s my favorite, though,” he said.

“Do you want to put it on?” you asked. You wanted him to, but you’d do it gladly if he wasn't feeling well.

He stood, cradling the little drum kit spangled with tiny Christmas lights. “Of course I do, honey.”

He hung it on a branch and brushed his fingers over the small, handwritten note attached to it. You’d intended for him to take it off when you'd given it to him that year, but he'd said he wanted to keep it forever.

“To the heartbeat of the band and my very favorite little drummer boy,” he read, affection in his voice. “Merry Christmas, Dan. I love you very much.”

It was dated the first Christmas you spent together, and you remembered how shy and nervous you’d been when you gave it to him. He’d loved it then and cherished it now, and he gave you a chaste kiss when you came close.

“Am I still your favorite little drummer boy?” he asked.

You smiled. “Yes,” you said simply.

“I love you, Mrs. Wagner.”

You touched your hand to his cheek. “I love you too, Mr. Wagner.”

You tidied up after the decorating and made a quick lunch, sitting at the table with Danny and sampling the goodies you’d brought from school. You talked about spending Christmas with the boys, knowing your home would be full of warmth and laughter all through the holidays as you and your best friends gathered to drink and play music and enjoy each other's company.

“Sam and Birdie want to do New Year's at their house,” you said. “They want to do a liquor exchange.”

Danny laughed. “Even though we all know it doesn't matter who gets what drink?” he said. “It’s all gonna be gone that night.”

You smiled. You were so glad you were finally done with work for the holidays and had nothing on the agenda but spending time with the ones you loved.

“Are we going to your parents’ this year?” you asked.

“They invited us,” he said. “I told them I’d ask you.”

“I’d love to go,” you said. “The boys are going home next weekend, and maybe we could all ride up together if you’re feeling up to it.”

He grinned. “Sure. I’d like a good old fashioned Kiszka-Wagner road trip. We haven't done one in a while.”

You stood to put the dishes in the sink and came back to drape your arms over Danny’s shoulders. You pressed your cheek to the top of his soft curls.

“Are you feeling any better?” you asked.

He patted your hand. “Now that you’re home I am.”

You kissed his cheek. “I think we should lay on the couch and watch a movie.”

“You’re tired?” he asked, turning to look at you.

“No, but you need to rest, and I want a Danny cuddle.”

He smiled. “As you wish, my love.”

You gave him a last squeeze before you went to set up your couch with a nest of pillows and blankets. Danny gave you his favorite sweater when you changed into more comfortable clothes, and he held you in a snuggly bear hug as It’s a Wonderful Life started to play.

“It’s weird that you can quote this entire movie,” he said affectionately when you’d said the iconic “lasso the moon” scene word for word along with George Bailey.

You laughed. “You married a woman of many talents.”

He kissed your nose. “I sure did.”

Near the middle of the movie, Danny fell asleep and you carefully untangled yourself from the blankets to sit on the floor in front of the couch and wrap presents. The sun set and left your living room with the cosy glow of the Christmas tree, the sound of Danny’s soft, congested snoring a comfort mixed with the sound of the black and white film you knew by heart.

After a while, you felt a gentle tug on your hair and turned to see Danny, drowsy and soft with sleep.

“Hi, honey,” you said softly. “You feel okay?”

He hummed in agreement. “It’s snowing. I didn’t know if you’d noticed.”

You looked out through the bay windows to the woods beyond and saw a beautiful, heavy snowfall drifting through the branches. You gasped in delight.

“It is snowing!” You stood and raced to the back door, going out to the porch and sticking your hand out. You gave a joyful laugh when snowflakes landed on your palm. “Come see, Danny!”

He followed you out, wrapped in a blanket cape, and stood under the shelter of the porch as you pulled on your rainboots and went out into the yard.

You looked back at him. “Isn’t it wonderful?”

He smiled. “Yes, sweetheart. It’s wonderful.” As taken as you were with the snow, he seemed even more enchanted by you.

You came up to the porch, breathless, cheeks flushed.

“You know I love you more than snow, right?” you asked.

He tucked a snow-dusted curl behind your ear. “Then I must be one lucky guy.”

You smiled as he kissed you.

“Go play for a minute,” he said. “I’d come with you, but — ” As if on cue, he muffled a volley of coughs in the blanket. “I’m on death’s door.”

You laughed. “Josh’s flair for the dramatic is rubbing off on you, I see.” You patted his chest. “We can go inside so you don't freeze.”

“No, I want you to enjoy it,” he said. “I’ll be alright.”

He gave you a sweet smile and brushed your hair back from your face. “You sure are cute with snowflakes in your hair, honey.”

You blushed and gave him a quick kiss. “Thank you, Danny.”

You went back out and tipped your face up towards the sky, giggling when snowflakes fell on your cheeks. You loved the snow, and you'd been waiting for the first snowfall since it started getting colder. When the chill started to catch up with you, you came back to Danny and went into his open arms.

“Hi,” you said, muffled against his chest.

He smiled. “Hi, baby. I’m glad it’s snowing for you.”

You met his eyes. “Me too,” you said, beaming up at him. “Let's get warm and watch it from inside our very cosy house.”

He led you back to the couch, and the two of you snuggled up by the light of the tree and watched the snow fall. The end of the movie played as Danny peppered your face with gentle kisses and held you close.

“You know what?” he asked softly.

You smiled. “What?”

He kissed your cheek. “It’s always a wonderful life when I'm with you.”

You turned your face to him and he gave a gentle laugh when your noses bumped together.

“I love you very much, Danny.”

He kissed you. “My sweetheart,” he said, smiley and soft and oh so tender. “I love you very much too.”

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#let me know what you think! i like this one <3 #danny wagner x reader #danny wagner fluff #danny wagner fanfiction #greta van fleet fanfiction #gvf fanfiction #gvf fluff #maddie writes stuff!

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romanarose · 2 months

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Happy Valentine’s Day! 💖

How are the couples in the Leather and Lace universe celebrating? (or are they celebrating at all???)

Sorry this is so late! I hope you had a great day! Forgive my typing my laptop took a shit on me on v day so Im typing on an unfamiliar one lol

Warms my heart people still care about this universe!!!!

I have Leather and Lace Valentine’s Day special from last year!

As for the whole gang, let’s see….

This will be a brief sneak peek into the future, as canonically the universe is at abouuuttt June/julyish? There’s some creative liberty there😂

Previous day there was no Lore, and I think everyone wants lore ♥️ and by the time next v day comes, there will be no Alice and Ben will be happy with Cam so, welcome to the LaL universe Cameron!!

Mentions of addiction bulimia abuse smut

Santi and Laci

All the cutesy. Santi knows Lacina is a lover of cheesy romance so last year it was dinner. However now they have a baby. Doesn’t mean romance is dead however! After their strain over the summer Santi refuses to let Laci feel less than, esp after giving birth to Leto.

Leto is a few months old, I think approaching 6 months, and Laci has just started back at work. When she comes home, Santi has the whole dinner set up with candles and lights. Laci feels bad when she has to pause dinner to feed Leto but Santi thinks there’s nothing more beautiful than his wife breastfeeding his son. His heart is so full and happy, he couldn’t imagine a better day, even as he burps the tiny baby.

Of course, Laci isn't going to forget him either. Laci buys him the first bouquet of flowers he's gotten outside of his mom and Fatima's deaths. And, ofc, bc it's them, they make love that night. Laci is tired but they do their fav none intercourse activity and do hand stuff while making out. It always feels intimate and close.

Frankie and Jana

Just because they've been together more or less 15 years, doesn't mean Jana isn't slacking on making sure Frankie, and year and a half clear despite the stress of two children, feels loved. He's so good to her, going above and beyond during her pregnancy, finishing her doctorate, and handling both a newborn and a 3 year old. Jana was not the type of woman to congratulate a man on doing basic parenting, but christ he was amazing. Both were still on maternity leave, little Max being maybe 2 months old? Ish? Frankie would be going back to work part time soon just to keep a schedule, but would largely be a stay at home dad. She knew it wasn't easy and wanted to make sure he was so, so loved. So, under the guise of feeding Max, Jana sneaks out of the room and gets working on breakfast.

"Hi mommy, are you making me pancakes?" A sleepy Rosie toddled out in her doc McStuffins PJ's"

"Lo siento mija, did I wake you?"

"No." Rosie shook her head. Quería saludar a Max pero estaba durmiendo."

"Ah, I see. Would you like to help me cook for daddy?"

Rosie excitedly said yes, and after little bit they brought Frankie breakfast in bed. His eyes woke with a start, still protective of Jana even though she was past the 6 weeks of a c-section recovery.

"Baby, what are you-" he started to stand but as instructed Rosie ran up and pinned him down. Rosie explained the food they made while Jana got a crying Max. When all four were settled into bed, they eat together, Frankie feeding Jana as she breastfed Max. And don't you worry, once Max and Rose were down for a nap, Frankie gave Jana her Valentines Day gift. about 6 or 7 of them.

Will and Lorelei

Lore and Will had no issues giving Chloe away for a few hours.

Make no mistake, they adored their daughter, Lore loving to watch Chloe learn knew things about the world around her and Will was so wonderful when he played with her. Chloe would never have to wonder her worth the way Lorelei and Will did, they'd protect her the best they could from what they and their friends had endured.

No they loved Chloe Sen. However, they were comfortable taking time off. Lorelei had given birth in late July, and had a speedy recovery, making a mile run two weeks postpartum. This was not because of her eating issues (okay maybe baby weight was a small factor but she was working on it, okay?) more importantly, she needed to be ready to help run the farm for harvest season. Mrs. Miller would be watching Chloe Sen tonight for a few hours while Will took Lore out to dinner just as she had over harvest.

Lorelei had never been somewhere so fancy. She was dressed up in a dress Will said was "fit to attend the Oscar's with James Dean" never mind Dean's Oscar win was posthumous, but the compliment felt nice. Lorelei loved the traditional schtick, even if she told him she didn't need anything, that having a family was enough. Will, of course, would never let that slide. He also bought her jewelry, and he was the first man who didn't fumble that bag, getting her a classy tennis bracelet that matched her silvery dress. Lorelei's red dress was not fitting right with her breastfeeding boobs, and once thing about Lorelei Yen Giang, she did not where pink.

Lorelei's gift surprised Will. Not that Lorelei couldn't be sweet or tender; Lorelei always showed Will her love in her own love language, but gift giving was not one. She gives him a framed picture, something Laci had snapped at the beach day last summer. Lorelei wasn't showing in her swimsuit yet, Will had his shirt on. Despite the tension of those early months, Lorelei had forgotten how much she and Will still had fun. They were sitting on beach towels, Lorelei's head thrown back laughing, black hair cascading down. Will was grinning ear to ear.

"I love it, Lore..." Will says, smiling brightly.

If Lorelei didn't have make up on, she'd be blushing.

"I love you, William. I know there were so many reservations from my side early on but all these months later, you prove me wrong every single day. You are exactly the kind of man I saw you as, no tricks, no games."

Will kissed her tenderly. "And you, princess, blow me away every single day."

There was no sex that night, Chloe not having fallen asleep for her grandma nor a few hours after, keeping them both up. But Lorelei feel asleep with her loving boyfriends arms around her, and that was enough.

Benny and Cameron.

It was all so new. Being the off season, Ben and Cam were somewhere in Arizona, fucking the entire day away in Cam's van. Ben was still worried about the other ball dropping, for something in Cam to switch. For him to leave again or for him to hurt him like Alice. Things weren't easy peasy; Ben was still relapsing on bulimia and drinking, but the recovery periods were getting longer and Cam was always quick to assure him relapse is a normal part of recovery. Frankie quit coke cold turkey, but that's because he had a scare. it'd take Ben some time, but Cam would be there every step.

As soon as Cam woke after a long nap to Ben in the kitchenette, listening to him clanging around trying to cook he knew Ben was having a bad day. When he opened the curtain to find the living space/kitchen a massive mess, with food everywhere in Ben's attempt at cooking and a table set up of half-made crafts, he knew it was Ben's ADHD. He was trying to get Ben to warm up to the idea of trying meds again, but once step at a time.

"Baby?" Cam called, and Ben wiped around, eyes wide as he began sputtering.

"I'm sorry! Im sorry I was trying to make breakfast and also this craft I saw on printers and also this other one then the bacon was burning and-"

"Baby, can I hold you?"

Ben blinked at him, looking nervous. He wasn't used to people asking if they could touch him. "Oh. Um... no I don't think so."

Cam smiled, happy Ben felt comfortable enough, trusted him enough to communicate. "Thank you for telling me. Benny, does this have something to do with Valentine's Day?"

He hesitated but admitted yes. "I love you so goddamn much Cam and we've been on the road so I haven't hardly been aware the month let alone the year... Then all of a sudden I wake up and its the 14th and you've been just... just the fucking best. I don't want you to feel like I don't appreciate you..."

Cameron listened until he was sure Ben was done. "Would it help if we just... pretended today was another day? I swear, just you being here..."

"No! Cam let me do something nice for you."

"Something nice for me," He started slowly. "Is you being nice to yourself. Listen, my birthday is coming up, if you really want to, not saying you have to, but if you really want to you can go all out that day. But what I really, really want..." He reached out his hands, which Ben took. "Is to eat this burnt bacon, tape this half-made craft to my wall, and then get back into bed with the love of me life that I thought I'd never get to hold again. What do you think."

Ben paused, allowing himself to absorb Cam's words. Cam din't want anything from him outside of his love, fidelity, and company. He didn't want ben's money, didn't want him to change or hide self, and although they certainly had fantastic sex, if Ben wasn't feeling it he could say no, but Cam usually picked up on it before hand.

"Okay, yeah, that sounds good..."

"Good." Cam smiled and reached behind Ben. "I like my bacon extra crispy."

*******

Happy v day!!!!

tagging a few peeps who still interact with the all universe

@my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @missdictatorme @ivystoryweaver @pimosworld @miraclesabound @poeedameronn@itspdameronthings @whatthefishh

#leather and lace #lal universe #leather and laci univere #lacuna dumas #Santiago garcia #triple frontier #Frankie morales #jana fernandez #will miller #Lorelei giang #ben miller #Cameron macdonald #triple frontier franfiction

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chiquititaosita · 1 year

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monster trio reacting to you playing chicano hip hop, and lowrider jams part 1

post type: headcanon

reader: latina reader

summary: you show them new music and they’re reactions are unpredictable.

ft: monster trio luffy,zoro, and sanji

bear note: the second songs that I link are for part two’s future post 🤭

Luffy

‣ totally interested into the music

‣ “I LIKE THAT PART!! OOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!” he loves the talk box 😭❤️

-dances like a fucking idiot with you, and makes you dance with him.

-he’ll be screaming these specific lyrics

-“you stood out from the group across the room! I had to keep my attention on you!!!!”

‣ he’s definitely a fan! Of nb ridaz. For sure will go to any concert if they’re performing at any island the straw hats land.

‣ “eres la princesa qUe Me VUELE lOCOOOOOO!!!!!!” HES even got chopper, usopp and sanji on this song 🤦🏽‍♀️

‣ the minute y’all play this song after a while, luffy will scream on the top of this lungs to every song that’s on. it’s adorable 😭❤️

-“HAVE I EVER TOLD YOU BABY!? THAT YOU DRIVE ME CRAZY!! A GOOD CRAZY!” he was just singing random lyrics from this group. Since the group had made new songs. He follows MC Magic (the guy who does the talk box) and loves this one song which I’ll link here

‣ you do not understand, you’ve showed him a new world to Chicano music and lowrider jams…. he didn’t even know that was, until then he’ll stick to it.

‣ His mixtapes are full of 90s rap and hip hop and some cumbias

Zoro

‣ he’s just like….what?

‣ “ I hate it.” he lied he loved

‣ he snickered at the part where chino grande says “baby gorl don’t cry 🫦”

-he wanted to do that for Halloween the makeup so y’all did that.

-hums the tune when sharpening his swords.

‣ “why are you playing it again?” You ask him?

‣”you like the song don’t you?”

‣”yeah-“

‣”then don’t complain.” He pouted because he secretly loves it

‣ “is youuuu.. and I wouldn’t trade it…” he’ll bop his head to the song, and tap his feet to it..

bear note- since tiktok ate this song I’ll give you part two.

Sanji

‣ “how do you know that song?” He was shocked and his heart was fluttering

‣ he’ll ask you because his mom would always sing a certain song to him when he was little. He told you it would always have him sound asleep, or leave a smile on his face.

‣“I’ve always heard this song playing when I was little. It stuck with me.” you sigh in nostalgia and happiness where you had those moments at the flea markets with your family eating elotes, tacos and street food.

‣“dance with me.” you’ll grab his hand and hug on his sleeve.

‣”as you wish my darling, just let me start it over again.” He puffed out his cigarette placing it on his ashtray. Starting the track over on the speaker.

‣ “remember when I told you about my mother singing me a certain song if I ever felt sad, or frustrated?” he gazed at you eagerly. You nodded in response and smiled at the fact you knew what he was going to say

‣”is this the song?”

‣”yeah…..” he explained how it was a comfort to him after him opening up to you about his family. you never felt so bad for such a man who has such a loving presence and a very big heart.

‣”ill try my best to sing it for you as often as I can.” He’ll whisper into your ear before kissing your temple, and tell you how lucky he is to have you.

‣ after a few days ago by when y’all land to a new island, the song plays again from a live band. You smile at him “may I have this dance amor?”

‣ he giggled and took your hand “yes yes you may.” He’ll kiss the tip of your nose, and sing in your ear. The way this man sings is heavenly 🥰

‣ “my angel baby is what I am going to call you from now on..” he’ll mumble as a blush appears on his face.

‣ it’s now your theme song. because he sings it or hums it all the time when he’s with you.

‣ so now anything with angels, or anything that says angel baby he buys it for you 😭❤️

‣any song with oldies he’s in love for real 🥰

#Spotify #one piece imagines #sanji x latina reader #sanji x fem reader #zoro x reader #luffy x reader #one piece x reader #roronoa zoro #pirate hunter zoro #sanji fluff #sanji x y/n #one piece x black!reader

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sc0tters · 15 days

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https://www.tumblr.com/sc0tters/747580495845556225/how-does-sid-propose-does-he-involve-the-kids

I def think Sid “proposes” to Rosie once Camille says yes!! He just wanted to make sure Cam was certain and then plans something involving his teammates bc they love Rosie and Rosie loves them

Originally Sidney wanted to propose to Rosie with the team but when Rosie broke down to him saying that she missed him because he hadn’t spent time alone with her in a while as the only time they spent together was at her little league team.

So of course he took her to mini golf and booked out the course so nobody thought he was a creep proposing to a child.

Rosie was loving getting to play with him as she asked him for help each time they got to a new hole “so Bug I have a question for you.” Sidney began as they finished playing “I want to know if you would do me a really big honour.” He added as she nodded sitting next to him.

She just cocked her head “you know how I just asked your mom to be my wife?” She smiled remembering how excited Camille was to tell the kids “well I wanted to know if you would be my daughter.” Sidney asked as he held out a bracelet to her wanting to give her, her first piece of real jewellery.

But his words made her frown “am I not yours daddy?” Rosie’s voice made his heart break “no you are mine baby.” Sidney quickly went to backtrack.

He ran his fingers through his hair “I want you to be mine not only in my heart but offically.” The hockey player explained making her smile “I’m yours daddy!” Rosie squealed wrapping her arms around him reacting the same way that Camille did when he proposed to herself.

#crosby x tkachuk sister au!#anons talk aus

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nedsseveredhead · 2 months

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Ned Im on my hands and knees tell me everything about Rena

CRIES NATE I LOVE YOU....

Okay disclaimer first Rena is sooooo self indulgent like. Deeply mary sue oc that i have stuck into canon events because im already cringe enough to make a one piece oc i might as well go all out on it. I deeply deeply hope this doesnt show up in any actual op tags but if it does i Apologize please just scroll by fjdnxnx

OKAY SO DONQUIXOTE RENA.... Is the daughter of Rosinante and a different less important oc named Seraphima. Rosi is the brother of a major one piece villain named Doflamingo. Theres like a whole arc i wont get into cause its not important for this mess but Doflamingo killed their father like. Right infront of Rosi when they were kids. Rosi ran away and was found by the Fleet Admiral of the marines, Sengoku. Sengoku raised Rosi like a son. Later on when Rosi is older he is sent on an undercover mission to take down his brother. During that he finds the young traumatized character Law, redirects all his energy into saving and protecting him. Which he does but Doflamingo kills him for it.

SO WITH THAT BRIEF RUNDOWN OUTTA THE WAY. Rosi left on his mission to take down Doflamingo shortly after Rena was born. This was to be his last job as a marine, then hed retire and raise his daughter with his wife and all would be great. Obviously this did not happen. However, Doflamingo didnt know Rosi had a family- if he did he probably would have hunted them down and killed them too. So to prevent this, Renas mom changed their last name to hers and enlisted Rena into the marines so she could be on the "good" side. She became Sengokus like.. right hand, being his basically granddaughter and all. And she was a prodigal shot too. She rose through ranks and made a name for herself pretty fast.

But she was very conflicted about the whole thing. She knew of her father, probably wrote to him or spoke to him on the phone (the snail???). But she never met him. The first time she ever actually saw him in flesh was his funeral. And yes Doflamingo did that, and she deeply hates him for it. But also.... Who the hell sends a new father on a mission like that? She cant help but feel that its the marines fault she never got to meet him. Just as much as its Doffys. And that feeling only intensified when Doflamingo was welcomed under the Marines wing as a warlord, and she just had to sit silently and accept that. Over the years too, since she was always by the fleet admirals side, she heard a lot more of the marines less heroic dealings. Like defending slavers in Sabaody (which is also the first she ever really started to look at Kidd and Killer hehehe). All of this culminated in the war at Marineford, where she just couldnt accept this absolutely useless war where marines were slaughtering a man who just wanted his son back. So when Shanks showed up to stop it, she approached him and offered anything she could give to just have a lift to the next island. Shanks loves raggedy ass kids so he was like lol yeah and smuggled her outta Marineford. Thus she gained her first poster, not a wanted poster at all but a missing poster for Vulpes Rena. She hated it.

Anyway Shanks drops her off in the new world. Hes nice and all but he has no room for a newbie ex marine on his crew. Good luck kid! But that's fine, Rena had her eyes on joining the Heart Pirates, captained by Law. She recognized the name from some reports she found in Sengokus desk from her father. So she knows he has some kind connection, and she wants to know what it is. By some divine providence she does end up finding him, and convinces his first mate (my friends oc lol) to take her to him to talk. Law accepts her as soon as he finds out shes Rosis kid. Feels he owes it to her, since he kinda led to her dad dying and all.

The two end up with a sibling like relationship. Like refer to eachother as brother and sister, since Rosi was definitely adopting Law if all had gone according to plan. When Law leaves to face down Doflamingo, Rena follows because god damn it you are NOT telling her she cant get a punch in on the man who shot her dad. And she does get a shot in!!! And then promptly gets her ass handed to her cause like girl lmao. Still. Bonding time for her and Law lmao. Luffy eventually defeats Doffy and afterwards she takes her (Rosis) last name back. Shes Donquixote Rena, thank you very much!

In Wano her mission was to keep an eye on Basil and figute out what he was doing and thats when she met Killer officially ooooOooOOoooOo. Tbh im still working on that part in my official canon but idk they make out, get arrested, meet back up with Kidd, make out again. Etc

Lets see other Rena facts...

- She is so fucking clumsy. She inherited it from Rosi. Her crew makes her keep a life ring with her on deck cause she constantly topples over the edge and cant swim

- Shes a devil fruit user!! The Calm Calm fruit (also Rosis lmaooo) which means she can make anything in a radius around her or anything she touches completely soundless. Been trying to work out an Awakened version of it cause shes due for a powerup but cjdnd

- Shes a marksman/sniper! She has on her person at all times atleast two pistols, and will usually have her rifle "Silent Night"

- She eventually joins the Kidd Pirates to be with Killer (and Kidd) and is their ship doctor (she picked up a few things from Law and well... They cant do much worse)

- She loves pop music its so embarassing

- I gave her my fear of albatrosses. Get wrecked pirate girl

- she has a playlist but its a huuuuge work in progress lmao

UHM THATS ALL I CAN THINK OF RN.... If i ever find an oc ask thingy ill rb it and fill it out for her lmao but heres this for now thank you i love you

#im so genuinely sorry if this appears in any real tags outside of my blog #donquixote rena #SHES JUST MY SCRUNGLY

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imagine-little-things · 2 years

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Being a mom ¦ Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw

This is just a little something that came to my mind. No warnings. No bad vibes. Just enjoy and dream on with me.

Bradley Bradshaw x wife!reader

Wordcount : 900

Being a mom could be really hard sometimes. As soon as your eyes opened up in the morning, you knew that your kids would do anything to fill your days with laughter, worries, even some anger every now and then. You and Bradley wanted to have kids. That was a fact that was clear to the both of you the moment you met each other. Everything happened to the right time at the right place after all. You married the love of your life and three years later you welcomed your oldest to your growing family.

Nicholas “Baby Goose” Bradshaw was his daddy’s whole pride. Of course you had “Grandpa” Maverick having your son called Baby Goose and your husband loved it. At least they let you choose the name of your second born. Rosie “Birdy” Bradshaw was the princess of the family and the ultimate daddy’s girl. She was attached to Bradley since she first opened her eyes.

Your kids are now 6 and 4 years old and since you’re a stay home mom they spend most of their time with you. Don’t get me wrong, you love them with all your heart. Being without them for longer than the amount of sleep you get at night is torture. Can you imagine how Bradley must feel while he’s at work? But there are days where it’s just all too much…

The coffee ran out this morning, you put a red sock into the white laundry, your baby girl lost her favorite stuffie and goodness gracious you promised to buy the dino shape nuggets, which you forgot. Nick and Rosie are all clingy and whiney, something that you don’t really like but hey, that’s just what happens when you got kids, right? You try your best to entertain them. You play games, make funny faces, try to make up the forgotten dino nuggets… but nothing really helps to lift the draining weirdness of that exhausting day. All until the door opens in the late afternoon.

“Where’s my family at?!” You can finally hear your husband’s strong and deep voice. A wave of relieve washes over your body while your heart skips a beat. “Daddy!” You can hear both your kids call out happily, followed by the cute sound of their quick footsteps on the pavement. You walk over to the door just to watch the scene you love the most. Both kids are already up in your husband’s strong arms, their giggles filling up the house as Bradley peppers their cheeks with quick pecks. These are the moments that are worth every crying, every sleepless night and every worry. “Have you two been good for mommy?” Bradley asks and smiles widely at his beloved little ones. “Yes! Mommy say we getting ice cweam daddy!” Rosie says happily. “Yeah! She said we just have to wait for you, and we did now!” Nick says proudly and looks at his dad. Bradley can’t help but chuckle. “Good thing I’m home then.” He says and lets his both kids down. “Just excuse me for a second, ok? Gotta say hi to mommy as well.” He explains his kids then looks up at you.

The moment your eyes meet, Bradley can tell that it was a long and probably exhausting day for you. He walks over just to pull you into his arms. “Hello mrs. Bradshaw.” He coos as his hands move from your waist to your back. Your arms immediately find their way up around his neck. “Hi handsome. Welcome home.” You can’t help but smile. Whenever your husband comes home, he makes sure that you feel how much he missed being with you and having you in his arms. With a smile he leans down, his lips gently pressing onto yours. He knows not to put too much pressure onto your lips or else you would complain about his mustache once again. He’s well aware of how much you love it though. It wouldn’t be your husband if he wouldn’t wear it.

“I’m glad that you are home now.” You admit to your husband as you play with his hair. “Mmh I can tell my love. Why don’t you go grab your book and sit outside until I prepared dinner with the kiddos? It’s pizza night anyways. You deserve that break.” He says and smiles down at you. No matter how long his day was or how hard the training would have been, Bradley is always there for you when you need him the most. “And then you can thank me for that later on. Let’s say around 9pm?” The smirk he’s giving you now can only make you giggle, knowing exactly what he’s talking about. You just nod your head and kiss your husband once again before he pulls away from you.

“Ok so last one in the kitchen is a little snail!” Bradley calls out and grins happily as squeals erupt from behind him. “Daddy you a wittle snail!” Rosie calls out from the kitchen happily once the kids both arrive there. “Oh boy, lost again!” With a wink in your direction, he walks over to the kitchen to join your kids. With a loving sigh you watch them for a moment before you make your way out to the backyard, finally getting that well deserved break.

#bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw #rooster top gun #rooster #rooster fluff #top gun maverick #top gun #rooster fic #bradley x reader

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fuwapower-prettycure · 8 months

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Episode 1: Living My Dream! I Am Cure Reverie!

“Oh dear, are you okay?”

In an aisle full of colorful books, Yumeno Eiko found a child. She was a skinny young thing; With well-worn sandals and a rosy dress that swamped her tiny frame. Her cheeks were wet with tears, as if she had been crying for some time.

The girl was startled at Eiko’s voice. She looked up from the floor and met the kind woman’s ruby eyes, momentarily mesmerized.

“Your eyes are pretty.” She whispered through tiny sobs.

Eiko chuckled at that. She supposed her eyes were unique, though this little one surely had more important things to worry about than a pair of irises. Lowering herself as gracefully as she could, Eiko met the child at eye level.

Her soft words came out slowly. “I could say the same of your dress, darling. Tell me, what’s a sweet thing like you doing here by yourself?”

That seemed to have been the wrong thing to say, as the girl once again found fat tears streaming down her cheeks. “I was with my dad, a-and I saw the coolest book! I came here to look at it, but then da-daddy was gone,” she cried.

A thin hand reached out to the child. Eiko lifted herself and gave the small girl a grin; Her smile widening when a soft grip connected with hers.

“Worry not, dear! Let’s find a helper and have them call for your father, yes? I’m Ms. Yumeno.” She waved at a nearby employee, looking at the small body now cuddled against her leg. Her tears seemed to have dried by now. The girl gazed at her with wonder in her large green eyes.

Eiko patted her head, proud of the child for composing herself so quickly. “Now, little one, can you tell me your name? Your father must be worried about his darling girl.”

Her little companion nodded, bouncing in place slightly. The scowl she wore seconds ago now replaced with a small grin.

“I’m Maika! Mochizuki Maika!”

~☆~

“Mom! I need to go in!” An auburn-haired girl whined, trapped in her mother's embrace. The thirteen-year-old’s voice held little hostility, and despite her verbal protests, she made no effort to escape the hug.

The tall woman holding her daughter in her arms chuckled and stepped back, reluctantly pulling away. “I know, Maika. It’s just difficult to see my baby moving out. I thought it would be 6 more years at least! You’re absolutely sure you want to stay in the dormitory? We’ll be quite the drive away.” Although Mochizuki Aina desperately wanted her child to stay at home, both her and her husband, Kazue, knew their daughter needed to expand her social circle. One can only make so many friends while attached to their parent’s side.

“Don’t worry, I’m going to do great!” With determination and a hint of anxiety, Maika pushed up the round wire glasses resting on her nose. “It's now or never! I’ve got to unpack! I don’t want the room to be a mess when my roommate gets here!”

A deep voice sounded from behind her. “Mai-Mai, your roommate is starting the semester a few days late. That’s plenty of time to tidy up your dorm.” The proud father said, chuckling at his daughter’s spirit. He came to his wife’s side, putting a hand around her waist. The couple gazed proudly at their little girl.

Three loud chimes came from a nearby clock tower, signifying the end of student dorm drop-offs. Maika looked down at her overstuffed backpack, then back to her parents. “Is this the last bag I have to bring up?” She asked, already knowing the answer.

Kazue nodded and gave his child a warm smile. The family of three embraced tightly, savoring the short time they had before parents were asked to say their farewells.

“Chin up, baby.” Maika’s mother lifted her daughter’s face and ruffled her soft hair. “No daughter of Mochizuki Aina backs down from a challenge! You’re ready, and you’re going to do awesome.” She pressed a kiss to her baby’s forehead. “If you ever want a weekend away, let me know. Papa and I will get you as soon as we can.”

Kazue tightened the hug one last time, nodding at his wife’s words. “We love you so much, Mai-Mai. You’re going to do great. Nothing can stop you.” He kissed the space just under Maika’s bangs where her mother had done so seconds earlier.

A speaker crackled to life as the family’s farewell ended.

“All first-year students report to the gymnasium for a short informational speech. At this time, we ask parents to say goodbye to their students, as their junior high journey is about to begin. Welcome to Fuwayama Prep!”

~☆~

Maika let out a breath of relief as she emptied the final box of her belongings. Her bed looked as comfortable as can be, the side pressed against the wall covered by the stuffed animals she had picked for her dorm. Looking at her bedside alarm clock, Maika sighed. It was nearing noon. There was so much of the day left!

“No roommate until Tuesday and nobody to hang out with. What's a girl to do?” She wondered. Her room was as ready as it could be without a second inhabitant, and most other dorms were still filled with the chatter of excited students. Maybe she could simply stay in and draw, or reread her favorite manga; but it would be the third time this week. She could look for a new book, but didn't get to see where the Fuwayama public library was. Were there any other options?

Suddenly, Maika lit up. She snapped her fingers in excitement. “I’ve got it! The school library!”

~☆~

“This place looks huge! I’m over the moon!”

From her position outside the building, Maika could see through ceiling height windows just how impressive the Fuwayama Prep library was. There were cushions and couches in every corner. In the back of the room, far from the windows, a row of computers were barely visible. She couldn’t see the full catalog, but the shelves her bright green eyes scanned over were bigger than any there she’d ever seen!

Colorful sneakers marched towards the door. Maika already knew this wonderful place would become her best friend.

A soft voice piped up as a hand was laid on the door. “The library isn’t open, you know.”

The illusion broke. What was once an inviting opportunity became a dead end just like that. “What? But the students are here! Don’t we need the library?” Maika turned around to face a slightly taller girl with dull pink hair and a kind smile.

“Yes, but the school year doesn’t truly start until tomorrow. The only staff on campus are the ones running move-in day and orientation.” The girl, clearly an upperclassman, gave her junior an encouraging pat on the head. “No worries, though! As soon as classes start, you have almost unlimited access.”

Maika’s frown lifted slightly. She wouldn’t have to wait too long then. Maybe she could walk around the city, surely there are some interesting shops nearby.

Bowing, she quickly thanked her senpai for the information. “It’s such a nice library. I can’t wait to see it all!” With a new plan in mind, Maika stepped back and moved her gaze to the campus entrance. Just beyond the opened gates was a brand-new adventure named Fuwayama City!

“I hope you like it here. Fuwayama is a wonderful place filled with surprises. I hope to see you around!” The pink haired upperclassman chuckled at her kouhai’s visible excitement.

Maika bowed once more, noticeably quicker. “Thank you so much, senpai! I can’t wait to meet again.”

With a spring in her step and no particular goal, she rushed into the city. Who knew what magic awaited!

~☆~

Strolling through a city by yourself is a strange experience. Maika had only recently started staying home alone and building a sense of independence. She knew Fuwayama wasn’t dangerous, but a small part of her longed for her mother’s reassuring touch to remind her that she was safe.

Pink sneaker-clad feet led the girl to a nearby shopping strip. Many of the shops she looked into seemed brimming with customers. Shoppers looking through electronics, racks of clothing, merchandise from popular TV shows gave the street a lively energy. Each establishment teemed with laughter and conversation. None of them had that pull, though. The desire for new reading material still occupied Maika’s mind.

A sigh escaped her mouth as she approached the corner of the sidewalk. Fuwayama Prep was still visible from where the student stood. Since she was still fairly unfamiliar with the area, it was a good idea to stay as close to campus as possible. The hope of finding something near the school to occupy her empty time diminished more and more as the end of the small strip came closer.

“Hm?” Just as the area was deemed a fluke, her eye caught a glimpse of a small sparkle coming from the last shop’s window display. “Is that a,” Maika stepped closer, “is that a Card-Catcher Sakuya bookmark? I’m over the moon,” she exclaimed! With sparkles in her eyes, she took in the gorgeous display. It was an adorable shade of red and decorated with an image of the titular character. What tied it all together was an adorable charm of Sakuya’s magical companion at the end of the attached tassel. Even as a Sakuya superfan, Maika had never seen this product before, despite thinking she discovered them all.

A newfound determination washed over her and compelled Maika to look up at the shop’s name. “Mahou Monogatari? I’ve never heard of it. Is this a local store? One with local employees and local products? Maybe even local customers who are,” she paused as an excited smile spread across her face, “local Sakuya fans?”

She raced into the establishment without another thought. To her delight, it was devoid of boisterous shop goers, being perused only by a pair of young women and a young father holding his child on his hip.

“Why, hello there, dear.” A kind voice sounded from a checkout counter on Maika’s right. She turned her gaze to the source of the greeting and was met with a familiar pair of eyes. Only once had she met someone with irises whose red rivaled that of a ruby’s. The memory was hazy yet comforting.

The woman standing behind the counter chuckled and moved towards the entrance where her potential customer stood. The gentle thuds of a rubber-bottomed cane accompanied the clicking of her low-heeled boots. “I know my shop is one of wonders, but never before has it left someone speechless. I’m only slightly concerned—mostly impressed. With myself, of course.” She joked. A worldly hand moved cautiously to Maika’s upper back. She accepted the guiding hand and walked with the store’s owner to a small seating area beside the checkout counter.

After taking a seat in the most comfortable chair she’d ever had the pleasure of resting in, the questions that had been held back finally came out. Although they were being asked at a near lightning fast pace, the subject of said inquiries seemed to take in every word without fault.

“Do you know Card-Catcher Sakuya? Did you make that bookmark in the window, or was it someone else? Was it made by someone my age? If it was you then that’s totally awesome because I’ve never heard anyone older than my parents even mention that series! Not that you’re old because most people take that as an insult. Not my grandmother, though she takes pride in it, but not everyone's the same and I just met you. Wait, no, I just met you and then I called you old! I didn't mean to insult you, I swear. It’s just so exciting because if somebody my age made that bookmark, then maybe we could be friends. I just moved here into the school dorms down the street and I really suck at making friends because I talk so much just like I am now! I’m so sorry, I’m talking way too much. Can I just buy the bookmark and leave, so there’s no need to—” Maika’s overflow of words were caught off by loud laughter? She looked at the source and realized it was the store owner, while simultaneously realizing she must have started looking at everything but her conversation partner in her nervous ramble.

The woman wiped a few joy-induced tears from her eyes. She took a moment to regain herself and removed the reading glasses that sat upon her nose. Finally, she leaned back into the cushioned back of her seat. “I like you, dear. I’ve never seen this much energy and passion in one so young. May I ask for the name of such a charming young girl?”

Maika froze in embarrassment as her cheeks were covered in a red blush. She looked down at her fingers, playing with them to keep her focus. “I’m Mochizuki Maika. I just moved into the Fuwayama Prep dormitories. I’m a first year student, so I don’t know a lot about this place yet.” Her wire-framed glasses slid down slightly. She didn’t bother to push them up

“You’re in luck if you found this place then!” The dad she noticed when entering the store spoke up as he walked to the checkout counter. His baby had fallen asleep and was now strapped into a carrier against his chest. The pair of girls had since left. “Ms. Yumeno’s store is the perfect place for book lovers like us. My older daughter had her fifth birthday party here. No one can beat Mahou Monogatori!”

Rising from her chair, the owner—Ms. Yumeno—grabbed her glasses and walked over to verify the man’s purchase. “You’re far too kind, Mr. Furuya. I don’t know what little Hinako sees in this old coot. I’m not interesting in the slightest! Unlike this young lady.” Surprisingly nimble fingers made quick work of the checkout. Before bagging the books, she reached under the desk and pulled out a small lollipop. “Although, I think it’s fair to assume my stash of candy has put me on her good side.”

After the father gathered his bag and slipped the sugary treat inside, he waved goodbye to Yumeno and Maika. “You seem like a wonderful girl, I hope Fuwayama treats you well.” The bell above the entrance jingled lightly as he made his exit.

“You two are so nice.” The student’s voice regained the wonder it had lacked minutes earlier. From her seat, she watched as Ms. Yumeno made her way to the recently shut door. “I love it here already! I was so scared city people would be mean, but everyone I’ve met so far has been amazing.” She looked at her potential new friend with endless admiration.

Said potential friend looked at the clock hanging above a nearby shelf and then back to her energetic visitor. “Well, I could say the same about you. Would you care for some lunch? It’s about time I close up shop for my break.”

Maika knew it was often unwise to get so comfortable so quickly, but she felt safe and welcome around this kind figure. She nodded enthusiastically, eager to eat with and learn more about Ms. Yumeno. Besides, the less money spent on buying lunch, the more she could spend at her new favorite place!

A small sound drew her attention to the checkout area. She tried to get a good look at the source, but a glimpse of pink was all she could take in before being drawn back into a conversation with her fascinating new friend.

~☆~

“Goodness, look at the time!” Maika startled as her lunch partner stood up halfway through her talk on their meal’s recipe. “We’re lucky no customers showed up. It’s 15 minutes past lunch!”

Yumeno moved to her shop’s front door while mumbling to herself. When the woman grabbed the open/closed sign and flipped it to indicate the end of break time, she sighed and looked back at her guest. The red-haired girl approached the front desk with a curious look. If her hearing had still been that of a spry young adult, she would have noticed the buzz sounding from under the counter.

The device—a pink tablet upon closer look—was lit up despite seeming in disrepair. “Ms. Yumeno, I think someone is calling you?” Maika said, hesitant to reach under the top and retrieve the gadget. Why would the shopkeeper have such an odd looking thing? It looked broken and even dangerous, with small sparks appearing occasionally. “Though this doesn’t look like it could take those.” She said to herself, wonder clear in her expression.

With a surprisingly swift gait for a woman of Yumeno’s age, her aged form made its way to the desk and grabbed the device. Youthful hands lifted to stop her in fear of the sparks hurting her. Strangely, the sporadic sparks did nothing and seemed to even swirl around the grip holding the tablet. That was not normal, but it was pretty in a way. They almost sparkled and added a shine to the weathered fingers around which they swirled.

“This old thing? A call? You crack me up, dear! It’s nothing but a past toy of mine. I hoped to give it to Mr. Furuya when he stopped by but forgot. I swear, my old lady brain would be lost if it wasn't trapped in my noggin.” Ms. Yumeno placed it on the countertop, the lit screen and sparks having disappeared.

Maika’s overactive brain highly doubted that statement, hoping for a more fanciful answer. “That thing must have been well-loved because it’s super worn down!” She stepped forward to get a closer look. “What does it d—”

Yumeno tensed suddenly as an almost inaudible laugh reached her ears. She seemed to recognize the tiny sound, as her face contorted into one of horror and hands clenched into tight fists. Ruby eyes darted towards the district’s park area a block away. She seemed unfocused, alarmed.

“Ms. Yumeno, are you okay?” Maika worried over her friend. She tried to place a comforting hand on the woman’s shoulder but flinched as her object of concern whipped around to look at her with a serious face.

Weathered hands gripped the startled guest’s arms. “Ms. Mochizuki, I need to go check on something very important. Please stay inside the shop. Flip the sign, so nobody comes in and if you hear anything suspicious, hide in my office. It’s the safest room in my building.” Yumeno stepped back and almost immediately made her exit, quickly disappearing as she rushed towards the area she had been staring at moments before.

~☆~

Stunned, Maika took a moment to reorient herself. Only minutes ago she had been on cloud nine talking with an amazing new friend, and now she felt more on edge than she ever had, the instructions given implying there was an imminent danger approaching.

With slightly unsteady steps, she completed her given tasks. After flipping the sign to say ‘CLOSED’ her hands hesitated. She said to herself, “should I lock the door,” as her thoughts spiraled.

Yumeno had left her lanyard with the shop keys on the counter beside the mysterious tablet. If the door was locked, she wouldn’t be able to enter in the event she needed to return. Besides, she hadn’t given the order to lock up.

Maika’s thoughts were halted when a ‘BOOM’ sounded in the distance. Her fight or flight kicked in as she rushed to grab the keys on the counter, her panic keeping her from noticing the pink device’s screen, which had lit up once more.

Just as she picked out the shop key, the sparks from earlier returned at full force and began swirling around their source. They held a renewed power which shook the tablet and brought attention to a…voice?

“What?” The word slipped from Maika’s mouth as her body tingled with adrenaline.

“It’s working! Hurry, Twyla!” That high-pitched sound grew louder as the device’s screen grew brighter.

The curious girl stepped forward to look at the phenomenon, but just as she leaned over it—

“OW!”

A flash of blue and a direct hit to her forehead made Maika stumble to the floor. “Eiko! Yumeno Eiko, we need your help~hoo! It’s Nighty!” A small owl-like creature fell to the floor just as their accidental target. “Queen Chiharu has fallen and Nocturna has taken over! You must help—wait, you’re not Yumeno.”

Green eyes meet a tiny yet powerful glare coming from the talking bird. She stared at them in awe as a slightly bigger sheep-like creature floated down from the counter where the forgotten device lay. “I’m not Yumeno. I’m Maika, and you two are fairies, like from Cardcatcher Sakuya!” All worries disappeared when her words announced the realization. Was this happening? It all made sense! That tablet, these fairies, and possibly even Yumeno, were magical.

“Technically yes, but that doesn’t matter~hoo! An elderly woman with a beaded necklace and cane; have you seen her~hoo?” The owl, Nighty, asked. The sheep that now stood beside their partner looked at Maika quizzically.

Ignoring the somewhat unnerving stare from the pink lamb, she answered, “yes! I was with Ms. Yumeno before she ran outside. She looked scared. Do you think there’s trouble there?”

The pink lamb suddenly lit up after silently analyzing the new face. “Papa! We found her~twi! She’s a—“

Nighty shot up into the air and gestured for his daughter to follow. “Yes~hoo! Come on, Twyla. The Dream Eater General could already be here!” He dashed to the door and tried to push it open, with the winged sheep flying closely behind.

Maika followed and took over for the owl. When the three finally made it outside, she paid no mind to the silence of the streets and the unconscious bodies of customers laying across the area. She ran after the flying duo, who seemed to know where Ms. Yumeno was.

Panting, she let more questions slip. “Does this mean I can be a magical warrior? Because now that I know you exist, I’m the only option, right? I’m able-bodied but have terrible stamina, so maybe we could train!” Time for questioning ran out when, after turning the corner to a secluded area in the park, the trio was met with an alarming sight.

Yumeno kneeled on the ground with her cane holding most of her weight. She huffed, glaring at a checker-clad girl who wore a smile that oozed mischief.

“Admit it, Grandma. You’re no match for the Dream Eaters. We’ve already won. Finding the Precure and destroying them is merely a precaution.” Her haughty voice taunted. She reached her hand out and pointed directly at the center of her target’s forehead.

Maika leapt forward and yelled, “WAIT,” at the lavender-haired attacker.

Her adversary aimed an annoyed look at the disruption for a moment before smirking. “Sorry kid, you’re too late. Ran-Ran’s gotta show Grandma what happens when you anger Queen Nocturna.” The finger pointed at Yumeno summoned a small golden star and shot it before anyone else could interfere.

Yumeno and Maika stared at each other in shock. “Ms. Mochizuki! Run!” were the final words spoken before the star, hovering in front of the target, summoned a coffin-esc glass case to trap its victim.

“No.” Nighty yelled. The star shot out from the front of the case, hitting the ground with an impact strong enough to knock the on-lookers a few steps back.

From the ground, a shadow rose and solidified. After gaining shape and color, Maika realized the creature had taken the form of the bookshop! A single red light shone from the top window and looked down at the trio. It took a step forward and let out a mighty cry, “OSOROSHII!”

Ran-Ran cheered and jumped into the air, hovering beside the case holding Yumeno. “Now that’s some mighty Yumeki. We were smart to choose this place. Right, Nighty?”

The blue owl growled as his daughter hid behind a surprised Maika. “You have no right, Ran-Ran! Yumeki is not yours to steal~hoo!” His shouting stopped abruptly as the monster—Osoroshii—lifted a fist and brought it down where its new targets stood.

“Papa! We have to hide~twi!” Twyla cried, forcing her father and their ally to hide in a nearby wooded area.

The girl sat down with wide eyes. She squeezed her hands together over and over in order to calm herself. This was real, but it was nothing like she imagined. Her fuzzy friend nuzzled into the pink flower decorating her sweater, over her pounding heart. “T-This is crazy, ri-right? Th-that thing is so… so big! We ca-an’t stop it”

Nighty peeked out from behind the large tree they laid against. Ran-Ran and the Osoroshii had lost them, but not for long. “We can’t fight back. Where are the Pretty Cure~hoo? At least one should’ve shown up by now, but all the clocks are still with us~hoo. Why haven’t they awoken yet?” He mumbled at a rapid pace.

The questions floating in the air lit a spark in Twyla’s eyes. She separated herself from Maika and grabbed the bag that rested between her wings. The clasp opened and moments later she pulled out a blue clock with a small pink charm. “There is a Pretty Cure right here~twi! It’s you, I know it~twi!” the fancy trinkets were pushed into pale hands. Nighty’s beak dropped open in surprise.

“Me? Pretty Cure? Is that like a superhero?” her starstruck daze interrupted as the ground below them shook.

The tree they hid behind was suddenly bent to the side, the Osoroshii's gloved hand pushing the bulky trunk with ease.

“Found Ya!” Ran-Ran snickered.

They screamed and made a run for it, sprinting through the trees to reach the open field. The monster and commander were hot on their trail, and Twyla struggled to keep up. She faltered for a moment when the Osoroshii reached out to grab at her.

Maika glanced to her side, only to see her ally about to be swept up by the threatening creature. “No!” She cried and dove to wrap her arms around the lamb. She narrowly escaped with Twyla and continued forward to run away from their attacker.

“Are you okay?” Her words came out in short pants as she checked on her companion.

The pink lamb seemed shaken but thankfully unharmed. She nodded. “You saved me~twi!” Her voice was filled with admiration for her rescuer.

Maika gave an exhausted smile. “I couldn’t leave you with that monster,” she responded, “Ms. Yumeno is counting on us, so we aren’t going to give in!” The vigor with which she spoke reflected in her quickening pace, which kept strong even when the clock in her firm grip gave a small shake.

She felt a strange energy shoot through her. Twyla must have felt it as well, perking up and saying, “Maika! The Clock, you woke it up!”

Nighty reached the duo and spoke excitedly. “This is it~hoo! When it lights up, place the charm at the center of your Cure Clock and say, ‘Pretty Cure! Dreamy Switch On!’ The clock will ring, and you’ll transform~hoo.”

Twyla flew from Maika’s grasp, allowing her tense hands to lift the glowing charm that now emanated a bright pink.

A cackle sounded from just above them. “Finally! You are a pain to catch. I’m getting bored, so let’s finish up!” Ran-Ran and her Osoroshii towered over the three. On command, the monster swiped at the trio, knocking Maika onto the ground and grabbing both fairies.

“NO!” Even from her place on the ground, the pained cries of her allies were clear as day. Her sneakers shakily planted themselves on the ground as she rose with a renewed strength. “I won’t let you hurt them!” She yelled. “I can do this, because no matter how scary…” Her hands clenched the shining objects. With determination filling her being, Maika placed the Charm at her Clock’s center.

“I will protect my friends! Pretty Cure! Dreamy Switch On!”

~☆~

A melodic ring sounded as sparkles exploded from the clock, covering Maika in a pink glow. Her normal attire was replaced with a garment of silk fluorescent fabric. The world had become nothing more than an endless colorful space with lights decorating every corner.

The source of magic attached itself to the center of her chest. A pink ribbon and collar popped out from under it, and suddenly the dress molded into a puffy pink costume. Around her waist was an over skirt made entirely of the softest fluff. She twirled around and extended both arms. Small shooting stars latched onto each wrist and her neck; exploding with a colorful burst as they became a pair of short gloves and purple choker decorated with a single charm at the center.

Spotting a star much larger than the previous three, Maika jumped into the air and grabbed it. She bounced onto a nearby cloud and brought it to her head. As she leapt onto another cloud, the star burst just as its predecessors. It became a decorated headband in the shape of a sleep mask, the magic spreading over her hair as it grew longer and styled itself into a fluffy bob with twin buns and long low ponytail.

With her hair now the color of gold, Maika made one final leap down a swirling tunnel of magic. The mystical glow crawled up her legs and stopped inches below her skirt. Falling onto the final cloud solidified the energy into thigh-high boots decorated by ribbons and a star charm each.

She dove through the space as a trail of magic followed behind, as if she was the personification of a shooting star. A platform appeared beneath her to catch the heels of her newly acquired form. She landed gracefully, her presence causing the entire surrounding area to become a gradient of pinks and purples.

“Full of fantasy and endless dreams!” Newly gloved hands clapped together as she gave one final spin and struck a pose, her finger pointing directly to the sky.

“Up and at it, Cure Reverie!”

~☆~

Where a bespectacled girl once rested, Cure Reverie stood proudly. The Clock at the center of her chest’s ribbon shone brightly as if to announce her arrival.

It only took Reverie a moment to break from her stance to marvel at her dazzling new appearance. She squealed and touched the plush over skirt as well as her fluffy golden hair. “This outfit is too cute! It looks like a real magical warrior’s!”

Ran-Ran yelled in surprise and anger, which caught her transformed rival’s attention. “A Pretty Cure already? I swear, you love being a thorn in my side!”

The Osoroshii took a step forward on command to try to squish Reverie, who cried out and jumped much higher than her normal self ever could. She found herself floating high above the ground. Small translucent wings hovered beside each ankle while in the air, keeping the girl afloat.

“If I’m dreaming, don’t wake me up!” She cheered and propelled herself downwards, letting out a mighty cry as her eyes locked onto the Osoroshii holding her allies captive.

The monster looked up just as Reverie reached her target, striking it with enough force to make the ground rumble slightly. Twyla and Nighty flew free of the monstrous grip. They took cover as quickly as they could, admiring the confidence with which Cure Reverie fought.

She flipped away from the Osoroshii as soon as her punch landed. She landed softly on the grass and looked up at the Ran-Ran, who stared at the girl in shock. A gloved finger and determined eyes pointed up at the monster’s creator, “I’ll fight as hard as I can! I won’t let you win!”

From her place beside Yumeno’s slumbering form, her attacker’s eyes lit up in fury. “We can’t let this Pretty Cure beat us. Osoroshii, get rid of her—NOW!” Ran-Ran screeched.

A large fist shot out to strike Reverie, only to be stopped by her launching forward with a roar and halting the punch with her palms. The strength of the impact shook the area between them as both forces tried as hard as they could to overpower their adversary.

“I’ll protect my new home!” The pink-clad hero shouted as the Osoroshii gained a slight upper hand, being able to push her back a few inches. Even as her heels dug into the grass behind her, Cure Reverie stood her ground. “I won’t let you hurt anyone!” She declared.

Before anyone could blink, the monster was flung backwards. “OSOROSHII!” It bellowed as it skidded across the field and came to a stop. Ran-Ran blinked from her captive’s side to hover above the shoulder of her monster. “I thought I said to get rid of her! Quit dragging this out and destroy that Precure!” She growled with malice.

In a rapid response, the Osoroshii charged forward. Its deep shouts grew in volume as it started to release a series of swings to catch Reverie, who moved as fast as she could. She barely kept up, jumping and bending on reflex to narrowly avoid the flying fists.

“AH!” A high scream rang out as the Osoroshii at last landed a hit, and a pink blur flew backward and crashed onto the ground. When the impact’s dust cleared, Reverie rose shakily to her feet.

Twyla shouted in concern. “The monster can be purified, Cure Reverie! Your Clock will stop it~twi! You can do this~twi!” The two fairies moved forward as if to take the fight on themselves, but were stopped by their warrior holding out her hand. She glanced back and sent a bright smile.

“Mhm! I don’t know why I was chosen, but being unsure won’t stop me,” She turned her eyes back to the monster, “I’m still going to give it my all!” With a final burst of energy, she sprinted forward, facing the approaching monster head on. It thrust a final punch towards her, but just as it was about to hit, her blonde hair ducked out of sight.

Reverie slid under the Osoroshii’s form with momentum that carried her through one final strike. She delivered a powerful kick which knocked her foe to the ground one last time.

When her target went down, the Cure Clock began to glow. She moved the wing-shaped hands through a full rotation and tapped the PreCharm at her clock’s center.

Reverie slapped her hands together. When she brought them apart, stars the size of a scholarly tome followed each hand. “Pretty Cure!” She spun around herself with extended arms; a trail of stars forming a ring around her figure.

The ring of stars rose in tandem with her right hand and moved to hover vertically in front of her. “Reverie,” she shot her hand forward with a raised thumb and pointer finger, “Revolution!” Her outstretched hand struck a space in the dead center of the circle, causing the ring of stars to shoot across the field with a ‘BANG’ and engulf the Osoroshii in a pink glow.

The monster’s red light slowly disappeared, as if it were an eye closing. “Good Night!” It said groggily before it vanished in a flash.

Ran-Ran pulled at her fluffy ponytail in annoyance. “You brat!” She yelled and crossed her arms. “Looks like the Pretty Cure are going to be much more of a nuisance than we thought,” she growled through clenched teeth.

The glass casket broke from her control and descended to meet Reverie. Ran-Ran scoffed and made to escape, vanishing with a puff of purple smoke.

“Ms. Yumeno!” Reverie cried. She stopped in front of the glass and saw a peaceful expression on her friend’s face.

Nighty and Twyla rushed over to stand beside the pink-clad Cure and sighed in relief when they saw no harm had come to the Osoroshii’s victim.

Reverie brought her hand up and noticed that her pointer finger had begun to glow softly. With a cheerful “Wakey, wakey,” her rescuer and tap to the tinted surface, Yumeno was freed.

Red eyes opened as she was gently laid on the grass. When the figures above her came into focus, Ms. Yumeno gave a tired chuckle.

“Boy, do we have a lot to talk about.”

~☆~

“Ms. Mochizuki, I don’t think you realize how dangerous this task is. Pretty Cure must fight for the good of everyone. Are you sure you can handle such a heavy burden?” Yumeno asked. The two humans and pair of fairies sat on a bench not far from where Ran-Ran had appeared.

Maika held Twyla in her lap, stroking her soft wool when she responded. “I’m positive. It might be dangerous, but I know I can handle it. Even if I fall, I know I’ll be in good hands.” She gave her friends a warm smile and went back to petting the lamb fairy.

Nighty spoke enthusiastically. “She can handle it, Eiko! The Pretty Cure are legendary warriors meant to handle anything~hoo. This girl has proven that not only is she meant to be a Precure, but now we have a fighting chance~hoo!” The blue owl boasted about the strength he had witnessed Cure Reverie fight with. He seemed to know Ms. Yumeno quite well, especially considering his lack of formality with her.

Twyla nodded in agreement. “MaiMai is amazing! I know she can help save Sweet Dream Kingdom~twi!” The subject of her adoration nuzzled her fuzzy head as thanks for the encouraging comment.

“Since I could talk, I’ve wished to become a hero like the characters in my books.” Maika began. She wore a soft smile and looked up at the sky. “I was told it’d never happen, but today has proven otherwise. I’ll fight for you with all I've got.”

Ms. Yumeno placed her hand over Maika’s and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “I knew you were a special girl. We’re eternally grateful, dear.” She then took hold of her cane and stood up, giving the girl sitting below her a proud look. “Now, Ms. Mochizuki, let’s get to work. Are you ready?”

The soft smile gracing Maika’s face grew into a beam brighter than the stars. With the afternoon sun shining down on her, she nodded in response.

“I’m over the moon!”

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Ex Wive's Club, Chapter 7

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Warnings: TW: mentions of a baby with a disability, dark character/bad mom, blackmail/manipulation.

“Why isn’t she crying?” Curtis asked nervously. His heart raced as he let go of his wife’s hand and raced towards the nurse who was holding his daughter. His heart thrashed wildly in his chest as he tried to get a glimpse of her, but the doctor held him at bay.

“Mr. Everett, you can see your daughter in a few minutes…she’s just undergoing an exam-“

“What’s wrong with her?” Lily growled from the hospital bed, “she’s not crying like a newborn should!

“She wasn’t crying!” Curtis announced nervously looking at the doctor, “why wasn’t she crying?”

“In some instances, a child doesn’t cry when they’re born.”

“Doctor…”

The doctor gave the young parents a sympathetic look as he excused himself to go speak to the nurse. Curtis looked back at his wife, “she wasn’t crying, Lil…”

“I’m aware!” she spat angrily, pushing herself into a seated position, “the doctor and nurse took her away for tests. And they said that she’s fine though. Come back ov-“

“Maritza isn’t fine!” he said nervously, cutting her off, “Something is wrong. I can feel it, Lil. They don’t just take a healthy baby away from parents without an explanation. Something is wrong with what just happened!”

“What’s wrong is that you’re ignoring the wife who just gave birth to your child,” she replied harshly, shooting him another dangerous glare, “if there was something wrong with her then the doctor would have told us…right?”

Curtis looked sadly back to the door before nodding. His anxiety as at an all time high, but she was doing nothing to help him, so he worked on self-soothing, “Ye-yeah…”

“So come back over here and pay attention to me, Curtis…I just gave birth!”

Curtis gave her a sad smile, “yeah…Maritza Elena Everett…she’s here…we-we’re parents, Lil..”

“Mr. and Mrs. Everett…would you like to meet your daughter?” Curtis stopped his journey back to his wife and rushed to the open door. He was quick to see the little bundle of joy already sleeping in the nurses’ arms. She gave a little laugh before journeying past him and towards Lily, “Mrs. Everett? Would you like to hold your daughter?”

She gave a little nod, pretending to be more excited than she really was. She sat up on the bed and shot Curtis a smug look and the nurse passed her off. Lily gave a simple, dutiful smile and cooed at her newborn, “she is beautiful…hello little Maritza…”

The baby snored in her mother’s arms. Curtis’ heart swelled as he finally made it to Lily’s bedside. His little angel was perfect.

Maybe Lily was right.

Maybe the baby would bring them closer together.

“Why isn’t she responding to me?” Lily asked after a moment. Curtis was broken from his thoughts as Lily glared at the nurse, “what’s wrong with her? I thought you guys said that everything was okay!”

“Nothing is wrong, Mrs. Everett…your daughter is just deaf.”

She looked down at the baby, who was still sweetly sleeping away in her mother’s arms. She sneered before holding her back out towards the nurse, “she’s defective? What do you mean she’s deaf? During my last sonogram I was told that she was fine! What did you idiots do to my daughter?”

Curtis was quick to scoop his daughter up and away from Lily. She hadn’t been privy to the conversation and continued to nap, ridding herself of the exhaustion from the tiresome journey of being born. When Curtis cradled her, she shifted, snuggling more against her father’s broad chest. She yawned, and Curtis fell more and more hopelessly in love with his little angel.

“Lily…”

“No…I want to know what they did to her to mess her up and make her defective!” she growled, “you idiots left the room with her. What did you do during your exam, burst her eardrums or something?”

“Our daughter is not defective, Lily…she’s just deaf!” Curtis said quickly, coming to his sleeping daughter’s aid. His large fingers glazed over her rosy cheeks and her eyes opened. His heart blossomed as his daughter’s eyes met his, and he knew that he would do anything to protect her. He touched her cheek again, and he wasn’t sure if it was gas, or if she actually smiled at him, but he didn’t care. He only felt the immense love that surrounded the new bond between father and daughter.

“When my father gets here, I’m going to tell him how you made my daughter dea-“

“Lily stop!” Curtis growled, finally breaking eye contact with his daughter, “she’s not deaf through any fault of the hospital. We both knew that it was a possibility with all of your partying!”

“Oh so now you’re blaming me for this?” she hissed, “some loving husband you are!”

“All I’ve ever done was try to be supportive, Lil!”

“Well maybe if you loved me enough, I wouldn’t have partied,” she spat, shooting a dangerous glare in his direction, “maybe if you cared, I wouldn’t have had to go looking for attention elsewhere!”

“Lily, stop it!” Curtis replied, taking a few steps away from her, “you’re acting like a child!”

“It’s your fault that she’s deaf, Curtis. Not mine!”

“Da-da!”

Ransom smiled as Rose cooed at him, his heart feeling lighter than air even though most of his days were cloudy. She reached out and tugged on his cable knit sweatshirt from her spot beside him.

“What are you doing, pretty girl?”

She giggled and fell onto her butt. Curtis gave a sad smile, partially saddened by the fact that he knew he’d never hear his daughter call him that word. He looked over to the infant, who was nearly seven months old, and enjoying playtime on the mat that he’d set out. She was stimulated by the various textures and patterns, her eyes going wide and displaying marks of amusement when her fingers glazed over a new sensation.

“She’s doing really well, isn’t she?”

Curtis nodded, looking back to Ransom, “she is…even after everything.”

Ransom frowned, thinking about how just a few months ago, Maritza almost drowned in the bath tub because of his daughter. He gave a heavy sigh, his heart aching at the thought of losing the sweet little bundle of joy, who seemed to not give a damn about the world’s reaction to her.

“She’s a Drysdale…through and through,” Ransom chuckled, “I’ll give her that.”

“I’d like to think she’s a bit Drysdale and a bit Everett,” Curtis nodded, not wanting to dismiss his friend and father-in-law, “the fortitude of an Everett, with the determination of a Drysdale.”

“I can agree to that.”

“How’s Rose doing?” Curtis asked, nodding to the little girl who was just inching in on being a year old, “Lily doesn’t talk about her!”

“Lily won’t acknowledge Evan or Rose…still,” he admitted sadly, “not since she refused to let Jess come into the room after Maritza’s birth.”

“I’m sorry…she told me that she’d talk to you this week.”

“She did…and she told me that she’s glad she’s put a strain on my relationship with Jess…the divorce isn’t final or anything, but I have to have custody visits like this because she moved out…two days a week isn’t enough, Curtis…I need my babies. I need to see my wife every single day!”

“I’ll talk to her again, Lily I mean. You’re on your own with Jess…she bore two Drysdale babies, and quite honestly, I’m sure she lacks basic sanity after you!”

“Eat a dick.”

Rose giggled at her father’s snarky tone, “Da-da!”

“Never repeat what da-da says,” he warned playfully, kissing her tiny fingers, “mommy will castrate me if you do!”

The little girl giggled again, and Curtis found himself looking at his own daughter.

Maritza was smiling up at him, what little teeth she had on full display as she gurgled incoherently. Curtis held up the symbol for ‘I love you,’ and her hand reached for him.

“I love you baby girl.”

“It’s probably better if you don’t,” Ransom admitted dryly, cutting Curtis from his intimate little moment with his baby, “it seems like she takes it out on you or me…there’s no solace for both of us. And I’d rather there not be anymore accidents with my granddaughter involved.”

Curtis’ gaze shifted from Ransom to his daughter, then back to him again, “you say that like you don’t think it was an accident.”

“I love my daughter, but we both know how Lily is, Curtis,” he sighed after a moment, “there’s no winning with her…”

“What are you saying, Drysdale?”

“I think you need to be responsible…if not for yourself, for your daughter,” Ransom said slowly, “right now you’re her primary caregiver…you can’t leave her alone with Lily…summer’s almost over and you can’t leaver her alone at the cabin all day with her. There’s no saying what could happen.”

“What are you saying, Drysdale?” Curtis repeated.

“I worry about Maritza. I know you can’t afford a full-time nanny and you know Lily would just fire her and keep the money for herself, or make the girl’s life hell…and god forbid she hired a guy. I’d have more grandchildren to worry about,” Ransom admitted, “and I think that you should put her up for adoption, so that she can have a better life…”

Curtis’ heart dropped into his stomach, “what the fuck are you suggesting this for, Drysdale? I can care for Maritza! I ca-“

“Then you need to leave Lily, Curtis,” Ransom sighed, “you know that in order to protect her it’s what you have to do. She-“

“She’ll take Maritza if I do!” he said quickly, cutting Ransom off, “if I leave her, she’ll take Maritza away…she’s got her trust fund, Ransom. And you said it yourself. You know what I make. I can’t afford a-”

“I talked it over with her mother…and we think that if you did want to leave Lily…you’d have both of our full support…”

“So you’re suggesting adoption or leave my wife…”

“Lily’s mother wants to bring in child protective services, Curtis…”

“Is that why you really brought me over here today?” Curtis asked angrily, “to try to control my life? To try to control Lily? I-“

“We both know that if there’s another incident, Maritza won’t be here,” he said slowly, “Lily resents the fact that she’s alive…she didn’t want her to be born deaf. She wanted-“

“I know, Ransom,” Curtis grumbled, picking up his daughter, interrupting her tummy time, “I know what Lily wanted…but there’s nothing wrong with Maritza. She’s special in her own way…”

“Seventy two hours, Curtis…if I haven’t heard from you, Lily’s mother wants to call CPS, and I can’t stand in her way…and we both know that if she does that, they’ll take Maritza…if you leave Lily…I’ll help you in the legal side…and I’ll pay for childcare for Maritza…I have a girl that watches her while Jess is in school during the day and it’s three days a week. And Harlan usually takes the kids out for two days so Jess can get school work done. I’m sure he’d love to meet Maritza…Lily hasn’t let him meet her yet.”

“Then I don’t need to think about it! I’m not going to lose my daughter!” Curtis said quickly. He looked into his daughter’s eyes, and she reached out. Curtis picked her up and her tiny hand brushed the stubble on his cheek. Curtis felt like his entire world was about to cave in, and the only thing stopping it from happening was the infant in his arms. He looked to Ransom and held Maritza close to him. She snuggled up against his chest and Curtis sighed, “help me get away from your daughter…with Maritza, Ransom…if you’ll really help me, I’ll do it.”

Chapter 8

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