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raineydays411 · 1 year

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My Father's Daughter

Part 6

Tony Stark x daughter! Reader

Hey guys! So I know it's been like nine thousand years since I updated, but I honestly didn't have the motivation till now. Im sorry if this kinda sucks but I'm still getting back into the groove of things.

From the moment you arrived at the Wayne Manor, you knew you were going to be miserable.

First of all, it was incredibly different from the technological paradise you called home. This was a gothic, old fashioned manor, you don't even know if your Bluetooth would work out here.

Secondly, this manor is full of people who you would rather not have any interactions with. Including , but not limited to : your mother, who abandoned you, her husband, who she abandoned you for, her son who she abandoned you for, and so on and so forth.

And finally, if you have to deal with these stuck up, stand offish, gloomy ass kids your mother adopted for a second longer you are going to--

"Y/n?"

A voice snaps you out of your thoughts and back into the giant living area, seeing multiple pair of eyes staring at you. Mixed with concern, annoyance, and amusement.

You turn your attention to Bruce, " I'm sorry can you repeat that?"

You hear a snicker coming from one of the three million kids, whos name you really cannot be bothered in learning.

Bruce sighs and repeats goes to repeat his words, " I said, I know that this must be a change for you. And although your mother and I are ecstatic that you're here, we understand that it will take you a while to be comfortable. So when you're ready....blah blah bla"

You start to tune him out again, retreating back into your brain. Really, these long winded speeches are really annoying, especially when it could be cut short.

That's when you hear a "Tsk".

"Honestly Father, I don't understand why you waste your breath. She obviously has a hard time comprehending even the simplest of concepts."

"Damian!"

oooh you're gonna end up killing that kid.

"Keep talking like that shrimp and you'll have to comprehend my foot up your--"

"Y/n!"

Bruce shouts with an exhausted look on his face, you and Damian have been exchanging sly remarks ever since you got here....about five hours ago. Christine decided to take the rest of the kids with her grocery shopping for a special dinner for you, leaving behind only Damian and Cassie.

They really were not fond of the idea that you were biologically their mothers.

"Damian, Y/n is part of our family and you shall treat her as such. This is no different than the other times we brought in someone new to our family."

"Well I can name a few differences" You mutter, looking down as Bruce shoots you another exhausted look.

You really do feel bad for the guy. Despite everything he has been rather nice to you, and you bet his whole world has been turned upside down, once again. He's really taking this extra marital child thing with stride. Although you guess being who he is he has to be ready for the inconceivable.

Before you can say anything else however, the front door opened revealing Christine and her hoard of children. And it's like a circus suddenly burst through the door. All of them yelling at, to, and over each other. It honestly was annoying to hear. You never really interacted with other people your age. Sure there was Peter but he actually was younger than you, and when you were in the Tower was quiet. You really were going from only child to a house full of children.

"Y/n!" Christine says rather loudly, " Oh I was hoping to make it back before you go here. I guess grocery shopping to a bit loner than I expected." She giggles.

"I've been here for about five hours." You deadpan.

You catch the glare Damian shoots you as the energy in the room dims down. The rest of the kids give each other awkward glances, not really daring to say anything.

That is until Dick decides to speak up wrapping an arm around Christine.

"Well, Y/n I hope you're hungry! Cause I know Mom has a special dinner prepared for you." He smiles, "She makes it every time someone knew joins our family."

You don't know why but his overly joyous tone really gets on your nerves.

"Is it roast beef with mash potato's and garlic bread?" You ask innocently watching almost everyone in the room react in shock.

"Um, how did you know that" Dick asks hesitantly.

"Yeah every time mother dearest over here came to visit me at the tower that was her "special meal"' you say " A special meal to show just how much she missed me."

Now the room was tense.

Christine's face dropped, realizing that if she wanted to get closer to you, she can't use the same tactics she used on her other kids. So instead of saying anything outright, she takes a deep breath to regain her composer. The she smiles again

"You have a good memory Petal. How about to come help me in the kitchen?"

The children gasp, as long as they lived in they mansion, they knew to never step foot into their mothers kitchen. It was her way of decompressing, if she was a captain, that was her ship and she sailed alone. The only one allowed to go into the kitchen while she was cooking was Alfred. And that's cause no one could say no to Alfred. And because everyone was scared of him.

Needless to say, this request struck jealousy their hearts.

Dick, Jason, and Tim all were able to somewhat put it aside, understanding the situation behind the request. But Damian... he refused to see anything other than him being replaced. That was his mother, his home, his family. He doesn't understand how one girl could come in and ruin it.

And even worse, you turned it down.

"Yeah, I'm no Betty Crocker. Sorry" You say, " Is there anyway I can get settled in my room?"

Everyone looks at each other, speaking with their eyes. But before anyone could speak Alfred came to your rescue.

"It seems Ms. Stark is rather tired from her trip, I shall show her to her room. I'm sure she'd like to freshen up before dinner."

You sigh in relief, glad he took the attention off you even if it was for just a second. You were getting frustrated with the way they were looking at you. It seems that this will be a common theme while you live here.

You quickly gather your things before anyone says anything, shrugging off Dick before he's able to help you with your luggage. Then balancing everything, you march forward with a,

"Lead the way Riff-Raff"

And ignoring the confused look from Alfred and glares from Damian as you pass by. You hold your head up high, despite the looks and judgement.

Once again feeling like an outsider in a place you are forced to call home.

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crystallizedtwilight · 1 year

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Oo can we know more about Buttons or Elmers families? The way you drew his baby brother is so cute!

Below the cut!

Buttons' Family:

Parents are alive and well. They get along decently with Buttons, when they see him, that is.

Buttons: Age 18.

Elanor: Sister, Age 10.

Adelaide: Sister, Age 7.

Alana: Sister, Age 7.

Alvin: Brother, 8 months.

Buttons is the oldest of 5 siblings. His parents both work night shifts so he’s responsible for making sure his sister Elanor does her schoolwork because she’s the only one in school. Make sure his twin sisters Adelaide and Alana do not destroy the house because they love chaos. And give constant attention to his baby brother Alvin who requires bottles, changing, and supervision.

As exhausting as it is to be a newsie during the day and a housekeeper at night, it does come with the benefit of having a house completely to himself after 10 pm once all his siblings are in bed.

Elmer's Family:

Parents are alive and well. Moved to America from Poland for more opportunities. They overlook Elmer a lot because of their large family but still expect him to help provide for them, as they do of all their working children, since funds are always tight. Neutral relationship.

Gus: Brother, Age 30.

Horace: Brother, Age 29.

Victor: Brother, Age 28.

Cherish: Sister, Age 27.

Oswald: Brother, Age 26.

Evelyn: Sister, Age 21.

Wilma: Sister, Age 20.

Felix: Brother, Age 19.

Elmer: Age 18.

Elmer is the youngest of 9 children. He only truly gets along with his eldest sister, Cherish, and has a neutral relationship with the rest.

A typical night at Elmer's Household:

Gus, Horace, and his father are all arguing in deafening Polish about Horace’s new job as a blacksmith. Their father is fighting against it, his argument being that, as Horace is the second eldest, he needed him support the family and metalwork was dangerous. What if he injured a hand? Gus, the very eldest, takes Horace’s side and yells that this is how Horace is supporting the family. What is he supposed to do, go back to inventory at the grocery store? Good paying jobs were hard to find when English was hard to speak. Elmer winces as their voices get louder. Everything is screamed and nothing is heard.

Victor is helping move firewood inside the house but the more he brings in the less space there becomes and everyone is already tripping over each other. Plus, his cigar is fogging up the place. Cherish is in the kitchen with his mother, frantically cooking dinner as too many things are boiling and burning. She is the only one who notices Elmer come in and quickly kisses him on the cheek and welcomes him home. When she asks Elmer if he could help peel some carrots for her he does because she’s his favorite sibling and he’s not afraid to admit it. She’s the only one who is nice to him. But soon the kitchen gets too crowded and Elmer is quite literally pushed out of it.

Oswald, Evelyn, Wilma, and Felix are in the bedroom, taking up the only sitting space that’s not the kitchen table. It has been about two months since Elmer has been home after five o’ clock and instead of recognizing this a positive thing, Oswald sits up and demands the two cents that Elmer once borrowed from him for papers. When Elmer tells him he doesn’t have it, Wilma scrunches her nose and says, “He has it. How else is he gonna buy papes tomorrow?” And all it takes is one hard shove in the chest from Oswald to get Elmer to surrender it. He’d have to find a way to charm Wiesel into spotting him some papes tomorrow. On the way out of the room he says hello to Felix, the next closest to him in age, but Felix just looks like he’s never seen him before and Elmer feels unwelcome.

Dinner is is a combination of watered down soup and high tensions. There are not enough chairs so Elmer eats standing in the corner along with Evelyn and Victor. Fortunately, three seats do free up mid-dinner, but it comes at the price of Horace storming outside after throwing down his napkin with Gus and his father following him out.

It’s not always like this, sometimes they all get along just fine. He loves his family, but at times they make it very hard for him to do so. Elmer’s heart aches to not feel so alone in a house too crowded to notice whether he’s there or not. Quietly, he shoves his hands in his pockets and heads back out into the frigid winter midnight, deciding he’d rather sleep at the lodging house instead.

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ssprayberrythings · 1 year

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Christmas Through The Years - Part Two

Home Sweet Home

' Jake "Hangman" Seresin x female!reader '

I know Christmas has passed but it's still the holidays so enjoy!

Approx. 1.7k words

Warnings: none just fluff and Christmas festivities!

Jake and I were coming up on 3 years. These last three years were filled with so much love and laughter, and some arguments, however, the highlight was definitely when we chose to move in together earlier this year. Jake already kept half of his stuff at mine, the only downfall was that my place was a bit of a drive to base which was why we decided to sell our apartments and move together into a house on base.

We ended up falling in love with a cute 2 bedroom house with 2 baths, one of the bathrooms being an ensuite to the master bedroom which both myself and Jake loved. The backyard was a decent size, definitely big enough to host BBQ parties. At the end of the day, it was a great starter home and, we were just excited to start this new chapter of our lives.

Christmas was fast approaching and although this wasn’t our first Christmas together, it was our first in the new home so, of course, we bought everything new to make our home ready for the holidays. We started with getting a tree which brought forth the argument of whether we should go with a real one or an artificial tree. Jake was used to getting a real tree meanwhile I was used to getting an artificial tree.

After going back and forth with each other about the tree we decided that we would get a real tree up until we had children then we’d get an artificial tree to make holidays easier with little ones. Jake had made a comment on how his parents dealt with him and his sisters and still managed a real tree, which earned him a look that said ‘if looks could kill’ and he didn’t say anything further on the topic. Once we had our tree chosen and set up in the house, the rest of the preparation for the holidays was a breeze.

For our tree, we had our mothers send us some of the personal ornaments that we had back in our childhood homes. Included in my ornaments was the one I made out of macaroni in the 2nd grade. I'm guessing my mom had put the picture in the middle of it. The photo was of me holding my childhood cat in front of a Christmas tree, no doubt on Christmas morning.

Jake's mom also sent some of his homemade ornaments. We also had ornaments from my niece and nephew and a few from Jake’s nieces. Alongside our personalized ornaments, we bought plain red and silver bulbs. The only thing our tree was missing was a star as there was a specific one I wanted but couldn’t find anywhere therefore we agreed to keep the tip of the tree bare until we had the right star.

The next couple of days we also worked on decorating other parts of the house, Jake hung the lights outside with the help of Javy, and I made sure the path leading up to the front door from the driveway was done along with the display by the door, careful not to go overboard. I also made a stop at Target one day and got a couple of cute Christmas-themed throw pillows and a matching blanket then just some simple decor we put throughout the house.

By the third week of December, our house was 100% Christmas ready and it was nice sitting back at night surrounded by the Christmas spirit.

Jake and I had decided to host Christmas dinner for the dagger squad as everyone was staying local this Christmas. When we were both free next we took a trip to the grocery store to make sure we had everything we needed and before we knew it, it was already Christmas Eve.

Currently, Jake and I were cozied up on our couch, wearing our matching Christmas pajamas, and two cups of hot cocoa sat on the coffee table in front of us. We had decided to exchange gifts tonight instead of tomorrow morning to ensure we had everything made on time for when everyone showed up. Jake had just opened a new game he wanted, and he stated we would be playing tomorrow after dinner.

“Okay babe your turn,” he said as he passed me a box that had a beautiful red bow across it. I opened the box and lifted the tissue paper, seeing the coat I had spotted in a store window one of the days we were at the mall. I had made a comment on how pretty it looked as it was one of those buttoned coats and was a shade of red, my favorite color.

“Oh, Jake! I love it! ” I told him as I unfolded it and stood up putting it on “It’s so warm and it fits perfectly” I did a bit of a half twirl showing it off with the biggest smile on my face “Thank you!” I leaned over giving him a quick kiss on the lips before taking it off and resting it on the arm of the couch “I’m glad you like it, I like making my girl happy” he told me causing me to blush. He knew whenever he referred to me as “his girl” it gave me butterflies.

When we were done opening our gifts, I went to stand up when Jake stopped me and handed me another box “Jake what is this? You already got me too much” I told him as I held the box trying to figure out what else he possibly could’ve gotten me "There’s no such thing as too much when it comes to my girl” he replied as I shook my head, a small blush making it's way back to my face.

I carefully took the wrapping paper off and was met with a plain white box, I furrowed my eyebrows looking at Jake skeptically “I promise you’ll love it, just keep going,” he told me chuckling, I trusted him and carefully opened the white box. Once the box was opened, I reached in to take out the stuffing and the gift itself.

My eyes felt immediate tears once I unraveled the padding protecting it, seeing the exact star I wanted for our tree. It looked perfectly identical to the one I had when I was a kid that unfortunately broke when I was 13. Putting the star on was always my favorite part, but after it broke, it never felt the same putting a replacement on top.

“Where did you find it?” I asked Jake taking my eyes off the star and looking at him as he smiled at me “I called your mom asking if she remembered where your father got the original star and when she told me the name of the store, I tracked the owner down and asked if they had anything resembling the star you had as a kid, unfortunately, they didn’t so I had to resort to looking at antique stores and enlisted the help from some others” he told me as I stared down at the star again.

“It looks exactly like the one that broke when I was a teenager,” I told him tracing my fingers along the points “That’s because it is” he stated as I looked back up my eyes wide “I showed my Ma a picture of it seeing if any of the stores back home had anything similar and that's when she remembered that my grandma had the same one just sitting in her box of Christmas decorations," he told me.

I just stared at him listening to every word "My grandma hasn't put a tree up since my grandpa died so my Ma had to go get it out of storage but once she had it, she dusted it off and mailed it here" he finished smiling.

“Jake I don’t even know what to say” I was completely speechless “You don’t have to say anything but I think we should put it on the tree before it’s officially Christmas,” he said as he glanced at his watch, seeing it was five minutes until midnight.

I got off the couch careful of the star in my hand. As I was going toward the tree I turned around and looked at Jake, “I want you to put it on,” I told Jake smiling “But I got it for you babe” He responded confused by my request.

“I know and it means the world to me but you mean just as much to me which is why I want you to do it" I replied smiling, he returned the smile and got off the couch meeting me at the tree gently taking the star from my hands “I love you, you know that?” He said, I just smiled and nodded.

He gave me a quick kiss on the forehead before turning and reaching up being careful as he situated the star on top of the tree. Once he knew it was secure, he took a step back admiring it. I took this as an opportunity to wrap my arms around Jake's waist and admire the star with him.

“I love you too,” I told him referring to what he said a few minutes prior. He kissed my head wrapping his arm around me and bringing me more into his side. “Merry Christmas babe,” he told me as he caught a glance at the clock “Merry Christmas” I replied looking up at him and seeing him already looking at me, he leaned down and connected our lips.

The next day as we welcomed our friends into our home, almost everyone commented on how gorgeous our tree looked, especially the star that sat on the top. We had a beautiful dinner with everyone, then once everything was cleaned up, we all sat around the living room laughing and enjoying each other's company.

When the night was over and another Christmas had passed, Jake caught me on our way to bed admiring the star. He walked over wrapping his arms around my waist and hugging me from behind

“You know someday I hope when we have children, we can share these moments with them and someday pass down the same star,” I told Jake, he smiled thinking about the future, and even though I couldn't see the smile with my eyes focused on the tree and my back to him, I knew what he was thinking at that moment. He couldn't wait either.

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Oh my goodness, I hope this part is just as good as the first part! I think I'm getting better at this whole writing and editing thing so I really hope you enjoy this part!

I have part 3 written I just need to do some heavy editing but my goal is to have that on here by New Years' Eve/New Years' Day and then in that time I can work on part 4!

Regardless enjoy & let me know your thoughts !! <3 <3 >3

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faerunsbest · 22 days

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1st trimester

chapter 2

what to expect when you're expecting

available on ao3

Dinner

the day went along with Rolan for once doing very little to mind the store and running all over the place, seemingly just out of reach of his siblings. They would reach out while he was hurrying by with a stack of something or another and then rushing away to bring dwylla tea.

It was close to closing when they watched Rolan hustle in from a side door, arms loaded with grocery. Lia continued to run the front counter, she huffed moving as quick as she could the now impatient line of customers. Cal ran around helping people grab items off the high shelves, showing them where things were. He paused and huffed as he looked around, unexpectedly tired when he caught the tail of Rolans robes whipping behind a corner.

Enough was enough! The shop was so busy they could hardly keep up and where the heck was the owner of this very popular establishment.

Not wanting to miss a chance Cal chased after his brother, surprised to find himself in the kitchens.

“Hey! Where have you been all day?!”

Rolan looked over his shoulder while he set down several sacks of ingredients. He gave a strangely perky smile to his brother, whose eyes narrowed at him.

“Sorry I've been getting things ready for tonight.”

“ Dinner? We're overrun out there and you're making dinner?”

Cal took a deep breath, pushed his frazzled hair back and crossed his arms before going on.

“That's great but we could really use some help.”

“I'm busy, close the store then.”

Cals eyes went wide in shock as he stared at Rolan, now incredulous.

“What's important about dinner?”

“Danis and Bex will be over, they'll be bringing the children and Bex said she may bring a few friends.”

Cal raised his arms in front of his chest near defending himself. He looked around the room as if searching for proof it might be a trick.

“W-why did you invite so many people for dinner!?”

Rolan, still feeling a bit light and fluttery from this morning's news, grinned at Cal who stood quite on edge.

“Because the books are almost useless and they have experience.”

He said it offhandedly as he leaned against the edge of the counter, watching the gears turn in Cals head.

“...what experience do they have, that… that you need to know about?”

They stared at each other in silence for a moment, Rolan beside himself as he watched anxiety bloom on Cals face.

“Dwyllas Pregnant.”

The words dropped like an anchor in a glass lake. Cal stared wide eyes for a while

“What?”

Rolan just nodded,feeling pride bubble up as he finally got to say it out loud.

“WHAT!?”

Cal started laughing, one hand on the side of his head, the other on his stomach.

“Are you sure, positive!?”

“We did three tests, all positive. It's why she's been so lethargic.”

Cal rushed over pulling Rolan into a hug so firm he was lifted up off the ground.

“OH SHIT! YOU'RE GONNA BE A DAD!”

Cal set him back down, Rolan puffing to get breath back in lightly condensed lungs.

“Oh gods, I'm gonna be an uncle, lia- can I tell Lia!?”

Rolan nodded as he patted out the wrinkles of his robe.

“Yea, do you still need help-”

Cal was already at the kitchen entry pointing at him sternly.

“NO! We got it handled, you do this and we'll take care of upstairs.”

He would have saluted if he knew how funny it might have been, instead Cal could be heard thundering back up the stairs and across the sales floor. He kept running, hopped over one counter and skidded to a halt beside Lia.

“Is he coming?”

She looked at him with tired eyes as she made change for someone, bundled their items and set them on their way.

“He's busy, we're fine, we don't need help.”

Lia squinted at the excitement radiating off him, before he leaned down to whisper in her ear.

Every customer line heard the gasp, they stared in bewilderment as it appeared a second wind had hit Lia. She punched Cals shoulder and pushed him out from behind the counter.

Upstairs Dwylla sat in the window watching a flock of birds go by. She didn't know about the chaos rolling on loose tracks downstairs, she was quite content as she sipped her tea.

The shop closed in a hurry, Cal and Lia hurried downstairs to the kitchen. Rolan now wearing a more casual attire of tunic and trousers covered by an apron. She didn't slow down, she just jumped up and threw her arms around him in a giant hug.

“WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US!?”

Rolan coughed as a large cloud of flour puffed up between them, knocked up from the top of his apron. She didn't wait for an answer, just hugged him tighter.

Together the three of them finished cooking the large meal and all its components, finally they could use the actual dining room and its massive table.

Dwylla sat with a light frown creasing her brow whole she stared at all the food then her empty plate. She didn't care about the room that all the guests in the other room were admiring. The vaulted ceiling, the tall arched windows with tinted glass. She didn't care about the gold inlay on her perfect ceramic plate, not the embellished twining of vines on the handles of all the silverware.

She cared about the tray across from her, all covered with a red cloth napkin. The fresh soft milk rolls beneath leaving tufts of steam rising up. Dwylla knew she knew these people, most of them but it was difficult to recall when her stomach was nibbling at her ribs. Sitting there in front of the biggest meal Rolan had ever cooked was torture when she couldn't touch it.

She was allowed to, in fact Rolan had said she didn't have to wait for anyone. But that was rude, she always remembered how glum karlach would get when they started without her. Wyll always waited and she supposed she could too. So she stood from her place at the table and went to the end of the room to climb up into the window sill.

She looked down then glowered. The food vendors were out. When the crowd began filing in they walked in to see her there in the window leering out at the city. She sat In a black dress, its sides slit high to accommodate her wide hips and long thick tail. Bex froze when she saw her there, long black hair rolling over her shoulder and down her back.

This is not as she remembered her but it would be strange for her to still be in bloodied battle armor. However even the red marks on her face were gone, she and everyone else had thought those were tattoos.

The only thing that never changed was a scar across her face and the parts they'd never seen before. A scattering of scars, down her legs and parts of her tail with deep divots, places where axes stopped and failed.

“It's been awhile, you look so lovely without the bloodstains!”

Bex laughed, falling short when Dwylla turned to look back out the window. Rolan didn't seem to pay any mind as he and Cal pulled out chairs for the guests, scooting them in once they've seated.

When everyone was settled, Rolan pulled back Dwyllas chair, her ear twitched at the sound. Danis found himself surprised at the way she sauntered over without him calling her name. She sat down quietly, letting him brush her hair behind her ear.

A strange plump woman, mephistoles ancestry by appearance sat beside Bex smiling at Dwylla.

“You're not as loud as everyone said you'd be. Of course that was time ago hmm? Ah yes, I'm Vera by the way.”

Dwylla looked at her tired and bored…and extremely nervous thought it appeared only Rolan noticed as he sat down beside her. Dwylla looked around the table, brow still pointed downward.

“I don’t want to work…Vera.”

Rolan simply motioned across the table to the array of food on display, Cal standing up to reach out and pick up a knife for the golden brown bird steaming at the table center.

“I suppose the kids want the little legs then?”

He was evidently correct as the two toddlers immediately cheered while he began slicing into the bird, divvying up the various parts across the plate. Lia began taking a plate plopping a wide spoon of fluffy potato down and passing the plates around the table, like a little train they circled about until plates were heavy and full. In the spirit of the evening there was not a single wine bottle at the table, instead glasses of tea were poured and passed about.

The sound of chatter and tinkling glasses filled the air, knives and forks scraping across the porcelain plates, children and their heavy breathing open mouthed chewing. Rolan winced when he felt Dwyllas tail tighten around his ankle. He looked at with veiled worry, though Vera spoke up

“Well then miss Dwylla, how are you feeling about it all? Excited-”

Dwylla’s glare was loud, but not as loud as her tail suddenly unfurling and slamming against the tile with a thunderous clap. As soon as it happened, her face fell, her shoulders curled inward and her tail coiled up around the legs of her chair. Quickly Rolan stood, placing a hand between her shoulder blades. Wordless she stood up and let herself be led away.

Vera looked across the now quiet table, barring Cal and Lia who seemed unbothered.

“What- I’m so sorry I didn't mean to offend her.”

Danis watched her being led away with slumped shoulders, he recalled her face from before the one recalled in the middle of nightmares that woke up on closet late nights. As he sat there thinking about it, he tapped his fork against the dinner plate… and remembered the distant sound coming up from the bowels of moon rise. The distant thudding from somewhere unseen, chains tinkling as servants worked and prisoners struggled. Sometimes those sounds bothered him too. He wondered… he wondered how many times she had to hear those things and how much it bothered her.

“I don’t think you did offend her, you guys don’t have guests often to do you?”

Cal paused to think about, Lia thinking out loud.

“Pretty sure we do, Dammon comes to visit… sometimes Alfira will swing by… and Rolan is friends with the facemaker.. Figaro. He visits sometimes.”

“All at once?”

“Oh, no…”

Rolan could be heard coming back down the hall and sitting back down, Dwylla nowhere in sight. He waved a hand at her plate, a small ring flickered around it before it blinked off the table.

“We do apologize about that, she’s got some nerve damage to her tail and it does rather react on its own sometimes.”

“Is she alright?”

Danis asked, inquiry laced with worry. Rolan waved it off.

“She’s fine, she just got a little overstimulated is all, she’ll come down when she feels up to it.”

Bex pointed with her fork at Rolan.

“I can’t believe you found someone less sociable than you and married her. You’ll be great hermits”

He placed a hand on his chest in mock offense.

“To my understanding, that’s not an option anymore.”

A small voice interrupted them

“What did she mean by work?”

Cal and Lia both looked over curiously, suddenly Rolan felt his face flush with warmth unsure of how to answer for the child. He set his fork back down, now his own face set in a frown.

“Ah… well before my wife came to our rescue… she used to live in a…”

Bex glanced at Danis while Rolan muddled through his next words.

“A very unhappy type of… castle I suppose-”

“Did it have big towers like this”

“Yes, it had four.”

“Was it fun!”

“No, in that castle she had to fight- a lot of people every day- that was her job. And when she was doing her job she had to be big and scary and loud-”

“Why?”

“Because people were watching and they wanted her to put on a big show.”

The kid looked at him rather sad, smooshing their food around.

“That’s not nice.”

“No it’s not, that’s why she doesn’t like doing it anymore.”

“Cause she’s nice?”

“Indeed.”

After a while dinner went on, Danis,Cal and Lia took the children to the courtyard to play, Rolan, Bex and Vera went to a smaller lounge, where he pointed out the books he’d been given. Vera raised an eyebrow at the entries and looked up at him.

“You didn’t, this is not reliable, it's all hearsay. It sounds like things that my mum would tell nobles so they’d leave her alone. Don’t remember when your mum had your siblings?”

“I’m adopted”

“Well then”

She slapped her knee and looked away, Bex giggling with a hand over her mouth.

“Anyone left to offend dear?”

“I’m not offended at all actually- I was adopted before they were born but there were other concerns at the time, every time, so I don’t recall it much.”

Bex waved off Vera’s retort before they could go completely off course.

“So what made you call the cleric- how did you suspect she might be pregnant?”

Rolan crossed a leg over his knee and leaned back as he thought.

“She was cold, then there was a smell I didn’t recognize and then she started getting sick in the morning.”

“Okay- that’s mostly normal” Vera nodded in approval before adding

“When you say cold, you like she can’t get warm and it’s bothering her or you just noticed her temp dropping?”

“Both I suppose. She has poor circulation to begin with so she’s usually a bit chilled but lately she’s verging on shivering at random times in the day.”

Vera frowned at him, as she did his stomach dropped.

“Vera, if it isn’t too forward may I ask how many children you have?”

“15 though I was pregnant 23 times.”

Immediately Rolan sat up straighter, looking at her in shock.

“Bex I’m afraid you are not the expert as I thought.”

Bex shrugged her shoulders before patting Veras shoulder.

“I thought you’d want all the information you could get.” Vera ignored this as she seemed to be thinking deeply.

“She's cold and has poor circulation… I'm assuming that it has something to do with all her scars? Some went deep?”

Rolan took a deep breath before nodding, they watched him weigh his words before answering.

“Yes.. some went quite far and as we understood it she… should not be able to get pregnant.”

Both of them went silent before Vera swallowed loudly.

“I don’t mean to be crude but I need to ask what happened- what made you think it wasn't possible. There can be complications from whatever that might have been.”

He nodded and sat up straight, placing his hand under his naval ,circling area with a long pointed black nail.

“She has scars here, several- it's not from any surgery. They’re from stabbings. Much of her internal organs don’t function the way they probably should.”

“Alright, well then you sir- have a ton of work ahead of you. You’re not making sure just the babe will be okay, you want to make sure she lives too.”

She slapped a hand on her knee again and leaned forward to look at him seriously. Her square jaw clenched and worked as she looked to him.

“That woman may wind up needing round the clock care at the end- for now you need to pay attention to everything and keep track of it. We don't get nursemaids and midwives. There's no one to help us, it's just us,that poor woman has done so much and she's still givvin more just for you.”

Rolan flinched at the tone, and the sharpness of her eyes as she focused on him.

“I see you, you better mean it when you tell yourself how you’d do anything for her. Cause right now it's just starting and you know what?”

He swallowed loudly as he returned her gaze.

“We’re not like the others, it's not no 9 months and done- it's not even definitive. It depends on you and lineage, the care and keeping. She could carry that child for a year. Did you know that?”

Bex pushed forward the blank notebook he had settled beside the other books as he had planned to take notes. He worked his jaw and took a deep breath as he absorbed it all. He scooted to the edge of his seat to grab the quill and open his bright red inkwell, suddenly unhappy with the color choice.

“What should I be looking out for and what should I be expecting first?”

It was near three hours later that Danis burst into the lounge room panicked.

“I can’t find her- we were playing hide and seek and now I can’t find Gemma!”

Bex looked at him only moderately concerned, Vera stood up stretching, twisting about til her back popped.

“I suppose that’s enough for tonight. We can come back to check in.”

Rolan blew across the page, drying the ink before shutting the book. He stood and tucked it under his arm.

“Yes, that’s a good idea. For now the courtyard is closed off so Gemma could only come back inside.”

He let the women step out first, Danis feeling deeply confused and upset as they went by in less than a hurry. Rolan paused to acknowledge his fear

“I thought this might happen, so there are wards up everywhere- she's safe wherever it is she’s wandered to.”

They wandered about, Cal and Lia shouting her name before Danis got smacked in the head with a walnut shell. As it happened all of them looked up, to find Dwylla up high in an arched window sill, laying on her side looking out. It appeared she had curled herself around Gemma, who waved at everyone from her place in the loose coil of Dwylla’s body. She seemed to chewing as she settled back down to stare out the window with her strange new friend.

“GEMMA! HOW DID YOU GET UP THERE!? WHY DID YOU GO UP THERE HOW DO I GET YOU DOWN!?”

Rolan looked over to see Danic with his hands gripping his hair while he panicked, Cal stood with the other toddler, Lia squinted up, Vera and Bex both more interested in how the hell they got up there.

“My love-”

He didn’t finish what he was saying before Dwylla stood up grabbing Gemma by the back of her jumper and planting her on her back. Gemma dropped her walnut and held on tight as Dwylla crouched down to crawl down the bricks, hopping off, landing in an outstretched tree branch and hopping down. As she came down her tail coiled around Gemma’s small body to lift her up and set her down on the ground. Danis held out his arms for her to run to like she always did, instead Gemma reached up and held Dwylla’s hand wanting to be walked over.

Bex laughed as Danis plucked her up and held her tight, kissing all over the top of her head.

“You scared me! Don’t wander off like that!”

He looked over to a very amused Rolan.

“This has been fun and all but I think we should get going.”

Vera watched Dwylla, her mouth with its corners tilted up as she went to loop her arm though Rolans. The small herd trotted along all the way to the tower’s front door, Bex reaching out to take her child back from Cal as they headed out.

Dwylla waved smiling as Gemma flailed her arm in a frantic bye bye while they shut the door.

“Did I ruin your dinner?”

“No, I’m sorry I decided to have that so last minute. I didn’t even tell you I was going to do it. It’s not your fault. Are you still hungry?”

Cal snorted at them before waving his own goodbye, heading out for the night. Lia, already gone. Rolan walked with her back to the kitchen where all that was left was tucked away. He went and fixed another plate for her while she hopped up to sit on the counter.

“I tried to make your favorites but I'm not sure they’ll stay your favorites. Vera said you might start wanting eat strange things soon”

Dwylla looked up at him smiling with a spoon sticking out of her mouth.

“Well, it's still my favorite for now.”

For a moment he found himself strangely pleased with her sitting up there happily munching away, short legs swaying off the edge of the counter. She looked at him and pointed with her spoon.

“But you don’t have to worry really- because you're my favorite and that won't change.”

Caught so off guard Rolan couldn't help but laugh before leaning over and placing a kiss on the space between her horns.

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #rolan #bg3 rolan #holy rolan empire #tav #romance #oc #dwylla #pregnancy

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leggerefiore · 2 years

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Submas Twins returning home to their beloved S/O babysitting a neighbor's baby

“Aaaah, I'm exhausted,” Emmet whined to his brother while they walked home. The sun was still up, so they managed to get off at a reasonable hour. Mostly due to Emmet's endless remarks about Ingo needing to be a more attentive lover, too. Both stepped into the elevator and hit their floor button.

“You always are up late,” Ingo offered, “Maybe skipping spending half the night being obnoxious would be of benefit.”

Emmet scoffed as they got out of the elevator and headed towards their door. He would absolutely not being slowing down if there was no good reason. The younger twin had never felt this sexually fulfilled in his entire life. Ingo's key met the lock, but both froze when they heard something from inside. Sad, desperate whines echoed put alongside shushing as Ingo threw open the door in a panic. Both were on high alert, but soon calmed down as they spotted you sitting on the couch rocking a baby in your arms.

Ingo was completely at a loss for words. His voice just would not come out. A baby? Where had you got a baby? His entire dream laid before him, but the origin of this child left him more concerned. Emmet, on the other hand, spoke his mind, “Did you kidnap a child? That's verrry illegal.”

You broke into a laugh at his words, making the baby gurgle happily at your suddenly emotional shift. Emmet tilted his head at your reaction. It was a genuine worry. There was no chance you had a baby in the time they were at work, and he would like to think he was a bit more observant than to miss something like a pregnancy. The baby cooed and looked over the two new men in curiosity. “He's the neighbour's baby,” you explained, “She needed to go out and get groceries, but couldn't get her normal sitter to come. I offered to, and he's just here. Crying, mostly.”

“It may be how you're holding him,” Ingo suddenly interjected, sitting beside you and helped adjust your arms, “See, he appears much happier. You did check for a dirty diaper? It could also be he's hungry…” Ingo clearly wanted to trail on and on about this. Emmet snickered. He pulled out a chair from the dining table and sat with it facing you three. Ingo's dream was to start a family, yet they had barely mentioned it out of mutual discussion about having children in general. His baby fever was clearly heating up inside of his mind, the more he helped you with him. Emmet would admit the sight you holding a child did something to him, too. He hummed.

He wondered, as he gazed at you.

There had been a few times recently in which you both had gone without a condom. The way you smiled at the squirming boy was enough to send his mind into a possible future. Two identical girls running around the house, like he and Ingo had in the past. Ah, he would love to have twin daughters.

Ingo, on the other hand, was desperately trying to pretend that every second you spent caring for the child was not a heavy reminder that you could try for one. He saw his own little boy squirming in a train-printed onesie. His squeaky voice cooing when Ingo held him securely.

You were blissfully unaware of the torment the brothers had been subjected to, even as you handed the baby back to his mother, who thanked you endlessly for helping her. Ingo helped you make dinner as you felt his eyes on you. Even when you all sat together to eat, you felt completely aware of yourself.

“Can I not babysit?” you asked, assuming that was their issue.

“… I want a baby,” Ingo said without missing a beat, getting his words out before even Emmet.

You swallowed.

You opened Pandora's box, and now you had to deal with the consequences (Ingo's need to parent).

#ingo.ima #emmet.ima #submas.ima

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eyrieofsynapses · 2 years

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Chaos prompts: 46 for the Leverage OT3!

Aaah, sure thing!

I know the worm-on-a-string meme thing was more of a 2016 thing, buuuuut I'm gonna pretend like it happened in 2013-2014 because I like my get-together fics within a year or two post-Long Goodbye. Less edited than my usual fics because I'm a bit short on time rn and can't be bothered.

Edit because I'm silly and forgot: prompt was "Why do you need 500 worms-on-a-string?"

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Eliot’s gotten pretty used to finding weird stuff on the counter when he comes up to Parker and Hardison’s apartment over the brewpub. Robotic parts, building plans, enough scented sparkly pens for an entire office building (if said office building was made up of children under the age of ten), tiny figurines of people with grimacing faces that could give a lesser man nightmares—he’d say at this point there’s little that could surprise him. So he’s not shocked, exactly, when he comes in with two bags of groceries and has to clear five large bags of brightly-colored fuzzy things out of the way.

Once he’s done putting the perishables into the fridge, he picks up one of the packages and gives it a look-over. Its label informs him there’s a hundred items inside.

“Hardison,” he calls. “Why the hell do you need five hundred worms-on-a-string?”

He’s well aware of the things; Hardison spent a solid three hours teaching Parker how to make them move around a couple years back. Nate had yelled at the two of them five separate times to quit leaving them around the apartment. That was probably because he’d gotten tired of finding them stuck in the silverware drawer, hanging over his bed, and nestled onto the decks of his model ships.

In Eliot’s opinion, absolutely nothing belongs in the produce drawer or any part of the kitchen except for utensils and food. But he hadn’t come down so hard on Hardison that time. The expression on Nate’s face whenever he found a new one was worth it.

As a general rule, questions like this require at least two minutes for Hardison to yank himself away from his orcs and elves and what-have-you before coming into the kitchen. This time the door swings back within about twenty seconds.

“You ain’t supposed to come in today,” Hardison says, frowning hard at him. “Thought you said you were gonna go out with that chick you met last week.”

“She had a work thing,” Eliot says shortly.

(Technically it had been a conference at the same time as their initial date. She’d suggested they do dinner instead.

There’d been a sale on raspberries at the farmer’s market this morning, though, and they tended to start losing their flavor and bruise within about forty-eight hours, and he already had a recipe picked out he’d been meaning to share with the other two for the last month, and, well—

He just hadn’t been in the mood for a date, that was all.)

Hardison raises an eyebrow. “Right.”

“Seriously,” Eliot says, waving the bag at him. “You better not be thinking about putting these all over the pub.”

“Who said I got them?” He’s avoiding making eye contact, shifting his weight in a way that Hardison himself would probably call shifty if he could see himself. Possibly Eliot’s suggestion is exactly what he plans to do; he might have something else in mind that’s worse. Either way, Eliot’s pretty sure Hardison’s at least partly responsible for the packages.

“Uh-huh,” he answers, instead of listing all of that out. Sometimes it’s easier to let Hardison dig his holes on his own.

“Parker loves ‘em, man, there was a sale and I figured I’d get her some. What’s so wrong with that?”

“It’s Parker,” Eliot says flatly.

“She’ll enjoy them!”

She will, he knows that. As in, she’ll enjoy sticking them all over the entire building. He’s going to be finding the things in the walk-in freezer for days.

And she’ll be grinning every second of it, all sunshine and bright glee, laughing like a little kid and looking for all the world like their life was pure paradise.

…fuck.

“I’m holding you responsible if she puts them in the brewery,” he says, tossing the bag down.

“You think I can control her any more than you can?” Hardison grumbles. He moves the bags, though. When Eliot hands him a pile of carrots and a chopping board, he gets to work without complaint.

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Eliot’s fears turn out to be well-founded. In fact, they’re an underestimation.

He encounters the first worm two days after Hardison left them out on the counter. It’s bright red and twisted around into the shape of a heart, with a tiny message tagged to it that says, in glittery pink pen, HELLO FREND!

It’s tucked into the pocket of his jeans. At his apartment. In his drawer.

“Dammit, Parker,” he growls under his breath. It’s not like he expects her to stay out of his apartment anymore—not after he walked into the living room one morning to find her sprawled on his couch with the TV on and a bowl of pasta in her lap—but there’s leaving a tiny creepy imitation of a rag doll on top of his recipe card box, and then there’s going through his clothes.

…at his place, anyway. At least four flannel shirts have been involuntarily sacrificed for her out of his duffle bags and suitcases. But that’s when his rooms have been beside hers. It never entailed her going out of her way to come all the way out to his apartment, bypass his security measures (which is easy for her but hell for anyone else) and find the pair of jeans he’s most likely to use next, all to stick a note and a fuzzy piece of plastic in the pocket.

He intends to chuck it in the wastebasket and move on. It’s not like she’s going to be short of them anytime soon.

But he’s got to shower first, and then he can’t really be bothered to pull it out, and after that he’s busy cooking and driving to the brewpub and revising the menu and planning the next job with the other two and really, he doesn’t mean to keep it. It’s just that after carrying it around all day it seems a shame to throw it away when he gets home.

He tosses it onto the nightstand, rolls into bed, and turns out the light.

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There’s a blue worm in the pocket of his flannel shirt the next morning. This one is in the same heart shape, but this time, the note says WORM TIME BABY in matching glitter pen.

He sighs, puts it on his dresser, and goes to water his plants.

That day he finds five more worms in the brewpub, two of which are in the staff area with tags with his name. Amy and the rest of the cooks and waitstaff know better than to say anything directly, but he catches them whispering and grinning behind his back.

The customers have been worse over the last few days than usual. Eliot lets it go, just this once.

They keep turning up, of course; Parker drags out jokes like nobody else, and he resigns himself to keeping them all in a drawer. She’ll be offended if she finds them in the trash all the time, and then he’ll just have to deal with even more. The traffic-cone-orange worm that has the tag PEACE WAS NEVER AN OPTION doesn’t have anything at all to do with any of this.

Days turn into weeks. Jobs come and go. They travel to Canada, where he finds thirty different worms over the course of two days, hidden anywhere from the files to his suitcase to the shower. This time, they’ve got a suite of rooms, one for him and one for the other two, and this, if anything, makes it worse. One time he finds neon yellow worms wrapped around both arms of his glasses.

(If he tries not to wonder if he’d find any fuzzy worms in their room, if he finds himself awake on the couch at three AM the second day—well, it can’t mean anything. It just… can’t.

He never does meet back up with that girl.)

The notes range from short and (though he’d never admit it to anyone) cute to creepy to indecipherable: ARSONIST!, I WILL HARVEST YOUR SOUL, SQUIRM? SQUIRM. SQUIRM!!!, TIME TO SIN, WILL STEAL YOUR KNEECAPS, PERISH, and, perhaps most disturbingly of all, LOVE <3. Unless it’s intentionally wrapped around something, every single worm is carefully twisted in the shape of a heart.

The creepy ones are definitely the most common. It’s Parker, so he can’t expect anything less.

(The LOVE <3 ones show up a lot more often than the others, though. He’s not sure what to make of that.)

He tells her off. Repeatedly. With emphasis. Once he threatens not to bake anything with chocolate for the next month. Every time, she just shrugs at him, pulls a worm out from nowhere (she’s been tying them up around her hairbands sometimes), and informs him with varying degrees of cheekiness that they’re just her friends and really, why would he mind her sharing friends?

“Because your friends are creepy, Parker,” he says once, and she gasps in dismay and pets the top of her worm’s head.

“Don’t say that, Eliot.”

Hardison’s laughing behind him, quiet enough not to be mocking to Parker but loud enough to be mocking to Eliot. He resigns himself to growling at the both of them and lobbing the next worm he finds out the window.

(He picks it up later, because he’s not one of those assholes that litters.)

At the end of the Canada trip, they find a deserted local ice rink and spend half the day messing around on the ice. Hardison’s better than Eliot had expected, good enough to skate hand-in-hand with Parker at a decently high speed.

Eliot tries to stick near the edges and let the two of them have their fun. They won’t let him. He keeps finding one of their hands warm in his, pulling him after them in a chain, and after a while he gives up and allows it. It’s easier than it maybe should be.

At one point Parker tugs them both out to the middle of the rink to make them twirl with her. Somehow, though, she manages to throw her weight at just the wrong angle, and suddenly they’re all toppling to the frigid floor. Eliot manages to catch them so that the blades of their skates don’t come anywhere near close enough to slice anybody’s skin open. This has the unfortunate side effect of landing both of them directly on top of him.

He means to grumble at them to get off, because they’re heavy and the ice is freezing against his neck. But then Parker immediately wriggles in closer, tucking herself up against his shoulder as she giggles. Hardison’s on his other side, squawking indignantly about fragile bones and whatever, but he’s got some kind of pleased note in his voice that Eliot can’t quite parse.

It’s stupid and sweet and comforting and, staring up at the blue, blue skies, he can’t help but want to stay down here for just a little while longer. Just long enough to memorize the sound of Parker’s laughter. Long enough to ingrain the way Hardison fits up against his other side into his memory.

Long enough to believe that maybe, maybe, he’s reading this right after all.

But that’s all kinds of dangerous, so he pushes them off him with excuses about frostbite, hauls himself up off his ass, and skates around the rim of the rink while they stumble to their feet.

They get back to the brewpub at an unholy hour of the morning. He collapses into the guest bed, staring up at the constellations in the glow-starred ceiling until sleep steals him away. Midafternoon, he gets up to find one single worm, smaller than the rest of them, laid neatly on top of his folded clothing. It’s curled in the same heart shape as the rest of them and bright green. (He gets fewer of those than the others. They’re Parker’s favorites, so most of them stay with her.)

Written on its tiny tag in blue glitter pen are the words:

WORM YOU BE MY DATE?

Eliot blinks, rubs his eyes, and checks again. When he finds the same phrase, he heads for the shower, turns the water to winter-lake-ice-cold, and spends a good ten minutes under it.

The tag is still the same when he comes back.

“What the fuck,” he mumbles under his breath. He’s half-tempted to say she’d meant to leave it for Hardison, except…

Except Parker doesn’t make mistakes like that, and she’d have had to go to a lot of effort to get into his room without waking him, and…

He dresses, tucks the worm into the pocket of his shirt, and steps out into the apartment. The other two are seated at the counter. Parker idly stirs her cereal while Hardison mutters at his laptop with a bowl of leftover eggs and rice at his side. They look up when they hear the door creak, watching him.

Eliot holds up the worm. It trembles slightly in his grip.

“What’s this about?” he asks, going for warily amused. It comes out closer to wobbly and very obviously desperate.

They glance at each other, shifting on their seats. Hardison closes his laptop. Parker puts down her spoon.

“We know it’s kinda unusual,” Hardison starts carefully. “And you don’t have to say yes, okay, and if not we’ll shut up and never speak of it again and all that, but—”

“But there’s a special at that place you like tomorrow and we thought you’d like to go and maybe we could go as more than just friends?” Parker asks in a rush.

The world shifts under his feet. Everything blurs, just a moment.

LOVE <3, he remembers. The last few weeks click into place.

“Yeah,” he says, tucking the worm back into his pocket. It takes him an extra try; his hands, always steady, are betraying him in this moment. He’s not sure he cares. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

They both beam, brighter than sunshine, warmer than fresh-baked bread, and he decides that can Parker can put as many worms in his stuff as she likes. This is worth it.

#leverage #leverage fic #thiefsome #parker x hardison x eliot #this fic totally ran away from me #probably gonna post this on Ao3 when I get the chance to edit #synapse writes

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goldensirenheart · 5 months

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‘Tis the throuple season. Nineteen-nineties time frame. The OC’s ages 22-25. MxFxM. San Francisco, CA.

Imagine this photo’s vibes. Internally screaming.

Give me an established couple who meets a charming, modest, old-money stranger. The stranger appears to have everything, but he is constantly on the lookout for more. Until one night, he manages to find that more in a couple. He saw the couple from a distance, and as they both couldn't take their hands off of each other, their love and laughter appeared to light up a room. At that same moment, he felt compelled to have them, to experience a little of what they had. He always found it easy to make friends and maintain relationships, but he was always plagued by the persistent suspicion that people were only interested in him because of his inheritance. Even with partners who were on par with him, he felt that their love was tainted by the other person's admiration for their relationship status or the way things appeared on paper. Though he was aware that none of his relationships had shown him true love, he was unable to hold his partners responsible because, as children of wealthy parents, they are only exposed to materialistic love throughout their lives, leaving them and him ignorant of the true meaning of love. The established couple, who are currently in college and are still madly in love with one another, have been together since high school. They were definitely the friends who acted like a couple before making things official. Of course, they both went to Berkeley, California, on scholarships, with many people admiring them for their compassion, passion, friendliness, and ambition.

On a Saturday night, the couple goes out to a bar with some friends, where they in turn take shots and sing karaoke. Naturally, that's where our inheritance baby comes in; he's dressed down but maintains a dapper, classic gentleman's look that makes him stand out while also blending in with the crowd. Currently on a short visit to California, he is staying with some close friends. He has been spending time with them as well as spending some nights alone, and tonight was one of those nights spent alone, making an effort to place himself in circumstances where he feels more normal. Don't get him wrong, he valued and appreciated his wealth, but in order to maintain perspective, it's always good to step back from it. It goes without saying that following that evening at the bar, the three become friends. The couple feels that the man is a breath of fresh air and that he definitely didn't belong in such a homely bar. Our inheritance baby gives the impression that money isn't a problem for him, even though he conceals his wealth; he insists on paying for all of their outings together. Museums, jazz bars, aquariums, park picnics, bicycle rides to the beach, grocery shopping, clubs, brunches, dinners, dorm room hangs, and so on are among the activities that take place. It's past his anticipated return date, so our inheritance baby's parents and friends from New York keep phoning and asking when he will finally return home. He presents his friends, whom he is lodging with in California, to the established couple. Although his Californian friends' home isn’t particularly fancy, it's obvious that they're wealthy. He had taken up their guest bedroom. It didn't take long for his friends to notice how the three interacted and how happy their friend was with them—a happiness they had never seen before—after initially assuming that he was playing some sort of bizarre game with the couple and advising against him continuing to see them. Give me all of the drama between the established couple due to jealousy because of the inheritance baby. Give me the girlfriend telling her boyfriend that it’s alright to experiment with the inheritance baby. Give me the inheritance baby feeling like he has to hide his wealth in order to keep this little slice of heaven that he has with this couple’s dynamic that he wants to be a part of. Give me the melancholy the inheritance baby feels in the beginning, when the couple doesn’t fully accept him in their relationship. Give me all of them making love. Give me fights about this can’t happen, we can’t be a throuple. Give me them working out how to make the throuple work without anyone feeling left out. Give me the established couple introducing him to their friends. Give me the inheritance baby showing them his world of wealth. Give me the inheritance baby introducing them to his parents' to their dismay. Give me the inheritance baby taking the couple to Tuscany away from the judgment of others, to play house in some big mansion.

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llliiinnnaaa · 5 months

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Reprisal | Chapter Three

coriolanus snow x gaul oc

Summary: Ten years after the Tenth Hunger Games, Coriolanus Snow is under Dr. Volumnia Gaul’s wing as a Gamemaker alongside her niece. Unbeknownst to either of them, they’re both being prepared for a much greater task.

Warning: This story will contain explicit violence against adults and children alike (I mean, it’s Dr. Gaul AND Snow) as well as explicit language, and sexual situations.

***This fic is in no way, shape, or form, me endorsing or co-signing the horrific shit Snow does, nor am I trying to romanticize it. Also, apathy and will be the main driving force of any remnants of a relationship between my OC and Snow’s character. So if you’re interested in something very romantic and fluffy…it’s not gonna be this.

She’s home by nine o’clock, quietly tip-toeing in after realizing her husband had already gone to bed.

Approaching the dinner table, she lifts the silver lid of the plate cover, seeing steak, some asparagus and a baked potato before quietly replacing it…

It’s when the lamp in the formal living room snaps on, capturing her attention as it illuminates the face of her father that she nearly jumps out of her own skin — her mind already riddled with enough guilt tonight.

“Ah!” A sharp but short scream leaves her throat.

Her hand rests over her pounding heart, taking in deep breaths as he offers a warm smile. “I forgot that you and mom were coming to stay for a little while.” She admits before it hits her fully.

Oh, shit.

The house isn’t ready, the groceries, her mental capacity to handle her parents…

“We just got in about an hour ago — Dyess fed us, don’t you worry.” He keeps the smile on his face despite his daughter’s appearance.

Exhausted and clearly scatter-brained.

The same as she was when he and her mother visited for the night a little over a month ago.

She had crept in well into the middle of the night, heels in hand, skirt on backwards, makeup smeared, hair a mess…exhausted.

He had kept his mouth shut, then, and he does so, now.

“I’m gonna go to bed. I’ve got a big day tomorrow.” She informs him quietly, kissing his cheek.

“Goodnight, dear.” He replies sweetly, watching her disappear behind her bedroom door, the both of them huffing out heavy breaths once they're out of sight of each other.

"Everything alright?" Dyess asks, still awake, book in hand as Tawny steps to him, crawling onto the bed and on top of him to lay on his chest. “Did Snow go easy on you?” He adds, not taking his eyes off his book.

She wants to scoff at the question.

Snow never goes easy on her — or anybody for that matter. In any aspect of anything.

“I still have a job. He told me we’d go over it tomorrow.” She mumbles, closing her eyes, deciding to leave off the part where he had her backed against the door, leaving her with no option but to dig her nails into her palms and bite her teeth into her tongue to keep from getting on her knees, falling at his feet.

“What about your aunt?” He asks it cautiously, eyeing her reaction.

“She just sat there and let me ramble on. She didn’t say a word to me until I went to go and she told me we’d discuss it in depth tomorrow.”

“So…meet with Snow tomorrow, and your Aunt?” Dyess asks, terrified at the agenda himself.

But he knows Tawny will face it with a stiff lip.

She’d always been the better of the two of them to pull up her bootstraps and just push through.

“They’re going to rake me over coals, Dy.” She whispers, dreading the lectures.

“They’re like cats that bat around a mouse until it dies but never actually eat it. They’re bored and need someone to pick on. This time it’s you.” He mumbles, sighing out as he turns a page. “It’ll pass once they get bored again and move on to a new victim.”

“I don’t know what to do. It’s easy to fix things when you know what needs to be fixed. All the problems start from nothing, it seems.” She thinks it aloud. “I started doing this because I believe in the Games. I believe they’re good, and justified. Everything I’ve done has been for our girl, but this last year…especially these last months…”

Trailing off, she swallows the lump in her throat.

“You have two of our best Gamemakers on your side. If they weren’t, you’d be gone already. Just take a breath, think of tomorrow as a new day, and let it be for tonight so you can get some rest. Alright?”

She nods, accepting his lips pressing to hers but she recoils when his hand finds the small of her back and tries to drift lower.

“Not tonight, Dy, I’m really stressed.” She sighs out, earning a chuckled out, “That’s what I’m trying to help relieve.”

“I don’t need anything relieved right now with my mother in the next room.” She grasps his face in her hands. “Okay?”

He nods, smiling gently at her.

“Okay.” He nods, to which she kisses him one quick time before heading to the bathroom to shower, and go to bed.

The next morning, Dr. Gaul and Coriolanus stare at the empty syringe that’s perched in a labeled, air tight bag, staring right back at them.

“I want to keep this between us for now, Mr. Snow. I’ve ordered a discreet investigation into her other failed cases.” She says, her voice shaky with anger and irritation.

“…It was in his office?” Snow asks, lowly, studying the evidence before him.

“In the trash. The DNA on the needle matches that of the mutt Tawny was working on just yesterday.”

“Liver failure due to too much iron.” He echoes what Dr. Crane’s students had told him the day before.

“Implemented by her own husband, apparently.” Dr. Gaul mutters. “More than likely not the first of many of her cases he has sabotaged.” She adds.

“Have you devised his punishment?” Snow hisses, anger cradling his words as blue eyes nearly puncture the evidence itself from how hard he’s glaring at it.

Volumnia doesn’t speak a word.

He slowly looks at her, letting out a breath.

“Dr. Gaul.” He says in a grit, his mind running wild with his own vivid reprisal.

At first it’s the basic instinct to punch him until his face caves in, yelling, screaming, cursing…

Then it turns to more appropriate manors of revenge.

Crane didn’t outright slaughter mutts or burn down any plants that his wife had tried her hardest to create and maintain, no.

He was more discreet, more contrived, patient, planned…sneaky.

His mind immediately drifts to Casca Highbottom, what feels like eons ago, knowing he carefully took his last breath by Snow’s will.

No.

A bloody and obvious murder wouldn’t be in the cards for Dyess Crane.

Coriolanus has to play this just as Dyess is.

It wasn’t that he was offended for Tawny, had it occurred to anyone else he’d still be infuriated if it possibly affected the Games in any way.

They had deadlines, statistics, test runs, meetings, a certain amount of hours in the lab that needed to be met weekly, grievous schedules and agendas to make sure all went perfectly and keep everyone on their toes and try to maintain impeccable results.

Scientists and Gamemakers alike were both on the same team. Their goal is to achieve and deliver a more entertaining and interesting Hunger Games than the year before.

And someone on the team is fucking it up for everyone — to what end, exactly?

He envies his wife?

He scorns her for being the same intelligent woman he married?

It almost makes him scoff.

Of course. He’d known this. The evidence had practically been there to anyone to see if they looked a smidgen closer at the Crane’s relationship.

Tawny had confessed it in the aftermath of one of their times together.

Dyess Crane didn’t marry her because he was in love with her or her intelligence.

Coriolanus furrows his brows, rolling his jaw.

“ We got married because I got pregnant ,” She had whispered it to him, her delicate fingers fumbling with the gold wedding band on his left hand.

Snow – in the lusty haze that followed his satisfaction that couldn’t quite be quenched when it came to her – had nearly admitted that his own marriage to Livia was out of convenience.

He enjoyed her compliance, and beauty, and her ability to ask as little questions as possible. She was smart enough to have good conversations with, they shared the same opinions of Panem and how it should be.

They were compatible, so he proposed. They married a year later, and were still happy enough eight years later.

The way Tawny had spoken of her marriage, she’d been trapped for fourteen years.

Fourteen years married to Dyess Crane.

He wrinkles his nose at the thought.

He would’ve already taken a deep dive off of a short roof if he were her.

He never felt trapped with Livia, nor did he ever feel the need to do any extra-marital activities until the last few months of working directly with Tawny.

He feels tempted to inform her that not only did her husband marry her solely because she got pregnant, but he married her with the hopes of her staying at home and raising their child while he got to run with the big dogs.

“I want him dead.” He speaks it clearly, casually.

It’s not him asking permission.

It’s him informing Dr. Gaul that Dyess Crane will die.

“Wait for the investigation to conclude, and then we begin our game.” She says to him dreadfully, the promise of demise in her tone pulls his eyes to hers. “Until then, this debacle stays between us. Not a word of this will be mentioned during your time with her this morning.”

“You want me to lie to her?”

He’d never had to before, and he liked to think she hadn’t lied to him, either.

But omitting the truth…that line was thin, but not too thin for him to walk on.

“She is going to want to retrace her steps, as she always does with her failed cases. She’ll order an autopsy and will receive the results and then eventually will put together that someone sabotaged her. She’ll be so consumed with fury that she’ll act irrationally — unbecoming — of someone in our profession.” Dr. Gaul says it as if knowing full-well how her niece will react.

“I want you to keep her dumb to the idea that the man she loves is trying to make ruin of her career…of her future as a part of my Games.”

I want you to keep her dumb…

Keep her distracted .

His mind roams at the thought.

It sounds like an order, one he silently wonders has creative liberties as he gets a brief picture of a few ways to keep Dyess out of Tawny’s mind completely.

Go about things as usual .

He merely nods, taking in a breath as he steps from her lab.

An hour later, Snow waits impatiently for Dr. Crane, seated at his desk glancing over the past five of her failed cases — excluding the most recent.

He checks his watch, huffing out an irritated breath.

She’s nearly fifteen minutes late.

Down the hall, Tawny and Dyess slowly step toward Coriolanus’ office.

“…I don’t want those people in my apartment, Dy.” She mutters.

“Tawny, be nice, now.”

“They’re district.”

“They’ve wisened up and chose correctly.” He replies, optimistically.

Strabo Plinth — an inherited friend of Dyess whose dead rebel son was in the same class as Dyess’ dead sister who might as well have been killed by a rebel — and his wife had been invited to dinner by Dyess and Tawny’s parents…who also adored the Plinths and the ground they walked on.

“And that’s why their son was hanged for conspiring with rebels out in 12?” She remarks. “Because they’d wisened up?”

He sighs out, looking around to make sure no one was paying attention to them before he stops and pulls her aside.

“I know you’re still angry. I know you’re still resentful, and you have every right to be. But the Plinths have been nothing but good to all of us. They can’t help that they weren’t born Capitol.” He says quietly. “Your parents enjoy their company, I enjoy their company, and they haven’t gotten the opportunity to come to our house in the fourteen years we’ve been married. It’s long overdue.” He adds, raising his brows. “I thought you’d be happy to have more people to celebrate fourteen years together with.”

She exhales, rubbing her full lips together and he awaits her answer.

Ah, yes, ringing in their fourteenth anniversary with the Plinths and her parents.

There’s no other way she’d rather celebrate.

“Okay.” She relents, mumbling it to his amusement.

“Okay?”

Nodding, she offers a little smile as he kisses her chastely, glancing over her shoulder when they pull from one another.

She’s about to turn to go when he stops her, bringing his lips back down to hers.

“Dy, I’m already late.” She giggles but doesn’t push him away or deny him, allowing him one last kiss before they’re both breaking it.

“Good luck.” He says to her with a wide grin that he wears as the blue-eyed blonde approaches them.“Good morning, Mr. Snow.” Dyess states, not looking away from his wife until she turns to see Coriolanus standing a few feet away, platinum curls styled perfectly, reflecting the light above their heads.

“ Dyess .” Snow says cordially, digging his hands into his pockets to keep from balling them up into fists as his gaze shifts to Tawny. “Dr. Crane, you’re late.”

“We’ve had an eventful morning.” Dyess interrupts, Tawny’s face blushing slightly at his hint of utilizing the fact her parents had gotten up early and gone out for breakfast, leaving the two of them at home alone.

“Well, no sense in wasting more of my time.” Snow blatantly blurts, stepping aside and motioning to the door of his office as he glares at Tawny despite maintaining his polite expression.

“I’ll see you later, Sweetie.” Dyess tells her and she nods, walking toward Snow’s office.

They don’t bother further entertaining the silent dick measuring contest that’s happening between them, the two men turning their opposite ways and going on.

“I’m sorry.” She says to Snow when he gets in his office, shutting the door behind him.

“You do realize I have every right to dismiss you and report you for tardiness, right?” He threatens in a sharp hiss.

“I didn’t realize what time it was.” She honestly states.

“You can’t get fucked and read a clock at the same time?” He doesn’t even try to disguise the root of his anger as he walks to his desk.

“Are you angry because I’m late, or because I was getting fucked?” She gives it right back to him, using the same degrading tone, her irritation matching his perfectly.

“I’m angry that I’m trying to help you, and instead of showing up on time, you screw around — quite literally — and take advantage of my grace.” He speaks as if she’s a clueless child.

“If you want to dismiss me and write me up, you can.” She assures him. “I didn’t mean to waste your time. Everyone in Panem knows that your time — above everyone else’s — is so precious after all.”

He grinds his teeth.

“It is, actually. Quite precious.” He raises his brows. “But you know that, of course.” Referring to something else entirely, and she takes in a deep breath, peeling her eyes from his.

She has to.

“Are we going to go over my cases?” She changes the subject, shifting in her seat, trying to keep her breaths under control as he opens his desk drawer and pulls the few files from it, tossing them to the desk without a word.

Sitting with a sigh and opening the first file, he thumbs through it and taps his fingertips on the heavy wood under the folder.

His blue eyes narrow as he reads over her notes, his mouth pulling downward when he realizes it’s one Dr. Gaul even assisted her on.

As far as he can tell, it should have worked out…

Assuming this is one of the ones Dr. Gaul referred to being a part of the investigation they've opened, he keeps his mouth shut on it and closes it, picking up the next one.

“…Is something wrong?” Tawny asks.

He doesn’t answer, scanning this one briefly before huffing out in frustration.

Fuck, Crane. You slick bastard , he thinks to himself, closing this one and opening yet another.

He wonders how far back this sabotage has been occurring.

By the time he has to close this one without offering a word to her about it, she’s marching toward him and reaches for the small pile he’s working through, only for him to grab her wrist, stopping her.

“None of it’s even good enough for you to want to discuss it with me?” She questions.

“None of it's worth discussing when there’s nothing to discuss.” He replies. “It looks fine so far.”

“If any of it was fine they wouldn’t have failed.” She retorts.

His eyes go back to the page before him, ignoring her words and releasing her wrist.

After another moment, he stands, tapping his finger on one line of writing in particular.

“Come here.” He says to her.

She eagerly goes, wanting to see his finding, hoping it will help to answer the root of some of her confusion and frustration.

He steps aside for her to read over the line, leaning over his desk as she does so, her hand taking his to move it from her way.

Her dark brows furrow as she reads the sentence, then re-reads it again.

He sees the struggle on her face to make sense of what exactly he’s talking about, until he lowers his lips closer to her ear and quietly, flatly states, “You used the wrong tense of ‘too’.”

Brown eyes meet blue, noses almost brushing together when she looks at him, over her shoulder, infuriated with his behavior.

Petty and dismissive.

She knows he doesn’t care for her, nor love her, nor does he truly care about what her husband does with her or to her, but he seems curious enough when he nearly whispers out, “Does he know?”

Does he know?

Does he know I’ve had you in the car he bought you? In his house? In his bed?

No. Dyess didn’t know.

Her head shakes slightly, plush lips parting to breathe somewhat easier but all that does is grasp ahold of his gaze.

“No.” She has to speak to break his attention from her lips. “Does Livia know?”

“No.”

He thinks of his sweet wife, always gentle and easy with him, so he tried to be just that with her as well.

It would be too obvious if he snapped and treated her as roughly and ravenously he treated Tawny in their time together.

“Would you like to come eat dinner with my family and the Plinths this Saturday night?”

“That sounds like torture.” He doesn’t hold back, needing a drink even imagining them all around a table.

His make-shift parental figures, his mistress, his wife, his enemy, and his mistress’ parents.

Then he thinks of Dyess’ face when he answers the door, seeing Livia and Coriolanus.

He’d pay good money to see Crane try to mask that rage.

“I’m sure it will be for everyone involved…but I’m going to need a buffer between the Plinths and my parents and Dyess is only so good for so long. You can invite your cousin since she helped her old boss with my wedding gown. Having a few other people there to hold their attention will help me not want to bang my head on the table.”

He thinks about it, looking back down to the paper they’re standing over.

“Philo will drop off a new case for you to work on this afternoon. Your last one before the Games.” Snow moves from her, black eyelashes resting against her cheek from her briefly closed eyes. “Make sure it’s somewhat successful. Meeting dismissed.” He adds and she gives an acknowledging nod of her head before she moves from him, too, back to the other side of his desk to head to the door. “What time is dinner?” He asks as she reaches for the door knob, stopping in her tracks, a little hint of a smile tugging at her lips.

“Eight o’clock.” She replies softly.

“I might be there. It depends on how generous I’m feeling.” He admits, seeing her eyes roll before she opens the door. “Oh, Dr. Crane?”

“Yes, Mr. Snow?” She asks, raising her brows.

“Don’t say a word of your new assignment to anyone. Not your students. Not even your husband. It’s imperative it stays between you, myself, and Dr. Gaul.”

He sees the way her brows twitch in slight confusion, her mouth pulling somewhat downward, the many questions swirling in her eyes, but all she says is, “I understand, Mr. Snow. I won’t tell a soul. I promise,” before she leaves his office, shutting the door behind her.

I won’t tell a soul. I promise.

The same words she’d whispered when they swore their affair to secrecy before agreeing to stop.

He looks down at the folders, each one perfectly planned out, notes dated exactly, steps drawn out…and not a success in the bunch.

His mind drifts back to that syringe Gaul showed him.

Dyess could be charged with destroying Capitol property, malpractice, misconduct…Gaul would ensure he suffers more than anything and if by some abnormal chance she didn’t, Snow would.

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;; Kinktober 2022 Day 11 Ross Colton - Stepcest

Summary: You and Ross have put yourselves at odds since your parents married when you were teenagers. You were never siblings in each other’s eyes, just opponents constantly trying to one-up and out-do one another. Which lead to years of trying to avoid the summers that inevitably brought the family back together every year - and for a time you were successful. That was until you found yourself recovering from an injury, which seems like more of a jail sentence as you are forced to spend the summer with Ross at the family’s summer home. - this where Ross comes to you with a proposition, maybe you haven’t hated each other this whole time, maybe, just maybe, it has something to do with attraction. Read the sequel: Tonight Notes: “you” was written as an athlete (softball) recovering from an undisclosed injury that needed surgery to recover from, it left a scar. “you”’s father married Ross’ mother in this scenario. Kinks & TW: stepcest, mild coercion, vaginal fingering, sloppy kisses (implied marking/hickies), public sex (poolside), mild dirty talk, ross has a big cock BUT we don’t get to see it, squirting (I do not need anyone coming into my inbox telling me what squirting is or isn’t. Just enjoy the smut, and if that kink isn’t for you because of what you believe, there are 10 other days of kinktober for you to enjoy), forming secret relationship, almost getting caught Word Count: 4475

TAGLIST : @wingedwheelprxncess , @emsully2002 , @charles11700

You had been twelve when your father had decided it was time to remarry, and for a time you hadn’t minded. He had found himself a great woman, Kelly. She welcomed you into her heart and home as if you were one of her own - which was something you had desperately needed after your mother had passed. For a time it was just the three of you in your New Jersey home as they planned their small wedding, but then summer dawned on you and you were forced to meet her children for the first time. Robert and Ross hadn’t been much older than you then, and you had more in common than you liked to admit, and yet, you clashed. Especially you and Ross.

It was a rivalry that would follow you throughout your adolescence even if he was often out of state for hockey and you kept yourself busy with friends, your academics, and a potential softball career - and it hadn’t stopped as you reached adulthood as summer always brought you two together at your parent’s summer home. You had done your best to avoid the “family reunions” and had been successful for many years thanks to softball tournaments that left kept you traveling, but there would be no avoiding it now. You were recovering from an injury that kept you off the field and in your father’s care.

You would suffer through the family dinners and the conversations that always had come to fall on Ross’ successful hockey career, the late nights of the brothers playing video games, and Ross’s early morning workouts that always seemed to end with him shooting pucks outside your bedroom window to rudely wake you up. Ever since you were teenagers it always seemed like he was going out of your way to torment you, but you weren’t going to let that happen today. You were determined to relax, which meant hiding out down by the pool.

You lay sprawled out on your sun chair in your favorite bikini, your body glistening with tanning oil. Your father and Kelly shouted a farewell from the kitchen, they were going out for groceries and wouldn’t be back until later in the afternoon, leaving you to enjoy your book. You peered around the tops of the pages you looked around with cautious eyes. You seemed completely alone. You saw no one and heard nothing more than the pool’s water feature trickling in the distance. For the first time in days, you felt relieved and you put your book to the side. Reaching up, you untied the strings of your bikini top and let it fall to the chair beneath you - now you could enjoy your book in peace all the while avoiding tan lines.

…

You had developed a habit of sleeping in since your injury, and it hadn’t gone unnoticed by the rest of your family. So, Ross had taken it upon himself to help you get out of bed when the clock struck a little closer to noon. He hadn’t tried to get you up much sooner than that most days - especially since he never woke you before he finished his workout. Ross liked the freedom it gave him when he didn’t have to worry about you being a distraction.

Today, Ross had gone for a run in the neighborhood, running just over 3 miles as he came to the back gate by the pool. His headphones rested firmly in his ears, and his shirt was shoved into his back pocket as the summer sun drove him quickly to overheating. Usually, he would come in the front door, but he had fully intended to jump in the pool before working on his shot. That was until he froze in the middle of the back path between the flower beds, his bright eyes glued to you as you sunbathed. You weren’t supposed to be up yet, and you sure as hell weren’t supposed to be topless by the pool.

Ross knew he should have backtracked the instant he saw you. That he should have snuck back out the back gate and ran for the front door, but he remained in place, his eyes dragging over your form as it lay sprawled out to welcome the sun’s rays on your skin. He relished for a moment in the length of your legs before traveling up over the swell of your hips to the plain of your stomach, then came the swell of your breasts that left his cock twitching in his shorts. Ross couldn’t bring himself to look at your face; instead, his eyes focused on your scar. It was the very thing that had kept you confined to the house for the summer instead of with your team - and he had hoped it would disgust him. That it would ease his mind of the thoughts that would have your father chasing him from the house just for thinking - but they didn’t waver.

Cursing to himself, a hand reaching back to run over the back of his sweat-drenched neck casually. Ross should have been kicking himself, and yet, his mind was flooded with curiosities. The two of you had been at odds since the moment you had met, and he really never knew why outside the fact that upsetting you had always been sort of fun - but maybe it had always been more than that. More than what your adolescent minds could understand at the time and now he could change that - or maybe he was just thinking with his dick? Either way, he was going to try.

…

You shifted almost uncomfortably on the recliner, the hot sun threatening to bring your skin to sweat and your book hot enough to leave you pressing your thighs firm together. You should have known better than to be reading a smut novel out by the pool - especially when you knew it was getting to the good part - but no one was home, so there was no shame in indulging yourself. Or at least that was what you thought until you heard a pair of feet kicking up dirt in the back garden. You shot straight up in your seat, breasts bouncing until you could conceal them with the pages of your book.

Your eyes shot to the back gate, and you were instantly caught between anger and relief at the sight of Ross. On one hand, it wasn’t some mysterious intruder, and on the other it was Ross. You clung to your book desperately, knowing you did not have enough time to secure your bikini top back over your chest, and you shouted firm and loud so he knew exactly how you felt about him sneaking around; “What the hell are you doing back there?”

Drawing your legs up, you sat curled up on the recliner and did your best to keep yourself covered. His eyes were glued on you - and yours on him - as he moved out of the garden to stand poolside. “I just came in,” his claim was innocent as he pointed a thumb back towards the gate, “went for a run.”

Your eyes dragged over his frame. He was much stronger looking than you remembered with sweat dripping down each angle of his muscles and his skin kissed by the sun - it must have been one of the many perks of living in Florida for the majority of the year. You near cursed under your breath, leaning your head back against the recliner, “well, the shower’s all yours,” you nodded back up towards the house. You needed him to go inside. To leave you by the pool to enjoy the rest of your book with the hope of ridding the image of his damn near perfect body from your mind.

“I was thinking of taking a swim,” he wasn’t looking at you when he spoke, but when Ross did turn to look at you he was wearing that wide grin that pressed all the right buttons in all the wrong ways.

You didn’t know what it was about it, but it always made you angry - and he knew it did. It was one of those cocky smiles, one that was a little too wide and a little too knowing. He had worn that same smile back when you were kids forced to play on a co-ed team - it had been your parent’s desperate and failed attempt to make you two get along, but it only fueled the competitive nature you both shared. He wasn’t wearing it now because he had proven himself to be the better softball player, no, he was wearing it now because he caught you in an awkward situation and he was going to use it to back you into a corner.

You weren’t going to let him.

Holding your book firm to your chest - it was struggling to keep you modest - you pushed up so that you were sitting upright. Eyes dragged up and down the length of his body. It had meant to be in annoyance, but your eyes lingered in places you weren’t proud of. He had always been fit, his abs and the angles of his collarbone not a surprise to you, but he had put on some weight - no, muscle mass since you had last seen him all those summers ago and his sweat was shimmering on it far too perfectly. Your gaze dropped as your teeth came down on your lip and you took in a heavy breath in a desperate attempt to find your composure.

“Don’t you have anything better to do?” you spoke slowly, your voice growing stronger with each word.

“No, not really,” Ross shrugged, smiling wide as his eyes lingered on your body, “since when do you read?”

He stepped forward, his hand gesturing to the book that you held to your chest as if he was going to reach out and take it from you. Your heart hammered against your chest as you leaned back against the chair, falling out of his reach as he came to sit at the foot of the sunchair.

“Ross, what the fuck?” you cursed him, your eyes going wide and your jaw slacked with annoyance. He only raised a brow at you, earning a roll of your eyes. He was too close for comfort, you could practically feel his heat radiating off him, and he had just tried to take your book from you.

“Oh, I get it,” he spoke in a teasing tone, “it’s one of those books.”

“No!”

Yes.

“Then you won’t mind if I take a look at it,” Ross spoke as he held his hand out, waiting patiently.

What was his deal?

“I do mind,” you spat back, “I move this book and-”

“And?” his brow quirked and your cheeks grew red hot, “you had no issue laying here like that before-”

“Before you showed up? Exactly. I thought I was here alone, Ross,” you spoke pointedly, finally getting a full sentence out without him cutting you off.

Ross reached across the lounger, grabbed at the towel you had brought out with you and tossed it at you casually. “Now give me the book.”

One hand left the book to grasp at the towel. It eased the beat of your heart slightly as the other hand draw the book away from your chest. You made sure to close it, hoping he wouldn’t be able to find where exactly you had left off before you handed it to him. Your tanning oil betrayed you, it had soaked into the pages you had been reading, guiding Ross back to the smut-filled pages. Tugging up your towel, you used it to hide your blushing face, even if that exposed a little more of your body than you had intended.

“I knew it,” Ross teased you, a hand reaching out to knock against your knee, “explains why you’re so wet without getting in the pool-”

“What?” you near shouted, dropping the towel. He could see everything now, from the annoyance in your face, to your full breasts as you took in an angry breath.

“I mean,” you watched as Ross found himself tongue-tied, “you couldn’t have picked a worse bikini to wear if you were planning to come out here like this-” his hand gestured to your thighs. Up between them, the pale fabric had darkened at the dampness of your own arousal. It left your face flushed and your stomach knotted - worst of all, you could still feel the burn of his touch against your knee long after his touch was gone.

“You could have just stayed in your room,” Ross added after a moment, “but maybe you wanted someone to find you like this. You know I train out here every day-”

You stiffened, not entirely sure you liked what he was implying. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, hyperaware of the dampness between your thighs and how Ross’s eyes hadn’t seemed to leave you since you snapped at him - and they hadn’t been dragging over your exposed body, no they had been focused on your face trying to gauge your reaction to the idea that he had been proposing.

“I-” your words caught in your throat as you leaned in, taking the book from his hands and placing it down at your side on the lounger. You should have just taken it and gone inside. You should have just locked yourself in your room and hidden for the rest of the summer. Instead, you remained seated beside him, your hands picking nervously at a loose thread on the towel.

“We’ve been at odds for so long,” his voice was oozing with sex appeal as his hand reached out to stroke over the skin of your thigh, “haven’t you ever wondered why?”

“Because you’re a conceited prick?” your words were a rushed breath as they left your lips.

Ross smiled, his head cocking to the side as if to say: well, you aren’t wrong.

“Maybe,” he answered you, before laughing out, “partially.” His head shook as he turned to face you - the glint of his gold chain against his chest teasing your eyes but you didn’t dare look away from his face. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing you do that. “But have you stopped to consider that maybe, we’re attracted to each other but have never been allowed to act on it-”

You cut him off with a scoff, your head shaking as you looked back at the house. Your dad and his mom weren’t back yet, and his brother was god knows where, and it was a good thing too. Your dad would drown him if he had caught Ross’ hands touching your thighs like that. Worst of all, you weren’t pushing him away and his words were all too convincing. Maybe you did hate him because he was a cocky prick, but you weren’t blind. Ross was attractive, more so now than before, and there was no ignoring the tingle of arousal between your thighs. You wanted to tell yourself it was just from reading your book. That you were projecting the arousal of the book’s attractive hero onto him, but that was a lie. You liked the way it felt when Ross was touching you.

“That’s bullshit and you know it,” you told him, though you weren’t entirely convinced yourself.

“Is it?” Ross countered you as his hands hooked behind your knees, tugging you down to lay out on the lounger and spread your legs just enough to coax a heavy breath from your lungs. His finger dragged up the inside of your thigh slowly, “because, if it’s bullshit I’ll stop and go inside - we can forget it ever happened - but if you’re willing to admit to yourself the possibility…” he bit his lip, his hungry eyes leaving your face for the first time and dropping to the dampness between your legs, “I can help you with that.”

Holding your breath, you glanced between Ross’ touch and the summer home. Your mind was a mess of thoughts, the chaos so great you couldn’t focus on just one. Then, you were speaking before you could fully comprehend the words coming off your own tongue; “quick, before my father gets home.”

Ross didn’t hesitate to push your legs open a little wider, drawing one up to rest over the expanse of his thick thighs, while the other remained resting on the lounger. He was settled comfortably between them, his back to the house and seated so casually that in passing it might have just looked like the two of you were having a conversation. That was until his hand crept up to the apex of your thighs. A single finger stroked over the crotch of your bikini bottoms and you held your breath, you hadn’t realized just how wet you were until that moment. His touch glided over you so effortlessly, your bottoms only getting wetter as they were pressed against your cunt.

“Holy fuck,” Ross cursed, his eyes glancing up at you as he leaned, “you’re so wet for me-”

“It’s a really good book,” you countered, refusing to fuel his ego, but you knew full well that it was Ross that was doing this to you.

“I bet,” he spoke, unconvinced as a single finger dipped inside and tugged the crotch of your bottoms to the side. Ross wasn’t going to risk taking them off of you, and you didn’t blame him, it was already a risk enough to keep your breasts on full display - but he wasn’t complaining.

Ross teased the entrance of your cunt with the tips of his fingers teasing your eager slit, your name sliding off his lips simply to ask permission to go further. You obliged with a desperate nod of your head and he slide his digits inside you effortlessly inch by inch. You hated how well you took his fingers, how your body was so quick to betray the years of loathing you held for Ross. You hated just how good he was making you feel - for if he wasn’t good it would have been easier to reject him, but he knew exactly what he was doing with his fingers.

You cursed under your breath as you threw your head back, your mouth left agape as a ghost of a moan left them - you refused to make a sound. If you started, you would lose control and you needed to be discrete. Your eyes fell shut as your hands reached up to grip at the head of the lounger. You gripped the edges in your fists so tight your knuckles paled, and it only grew worse when Ross increased the intensity of his finger’s thrusts. It shifted your body just enough that your breasts gave off a subtle bounce, a bounce that only enticed him further.

“You look so fucking sexy,” he muttered, his fingers leaving your cunt as he pushed your leg from his lap.

Eyes flashed open in dismay, there was no way he was going to get you all worked up like that and not finish you off. It would be cruel, you wouldn't let him-

Ross slid off the lounger and seated himself on the stone ground that surrounded the pool. His rough hands grasped at your legs, guiding you off the comfort of the lounger and into his lap. His hands positioned you just how he wanted you, up on your knees so that the stone cut into them uncomfortably, but it gave his fingers the access he needed to continue fingering your cunt all the while being a little more out of view - but you quickly learned his move had been selfish, not strategic. Ross wanted his breasts in your mouth.

You didn’t protest as he placed sloppy kisses over one breast than the other. It left a heated trail that was cooled by the afternoon breeze. It did phase you as Ross kissed up your chest and neck, his face coming to rest in the crook between in and your shoulder. His hot breath washed over the delicate skin there as his fingers continued to plunge into your cunt. You let out a low whine as your pleasure built and coiled, he was bringing you so close to climax with just his fingers that you hated it. Cursing his name you gripped his shoulders, your nails digging into your bare flesh leaving small crescents behind.

You could feel the bulge of his growing erection against your thigh, and for a second you considered reaching down and stroking it before casting the thought aside. You were going to be selfish, besides, you did not need him to impress you with that too - even if the size of it was still managing to impress you as it pressed against you.

Of course, his cock was big, and your eyes nearly rolled, was there anything about it that wasn’t perfect?-

His fingers shifted, pressing in just deep enough to hit that spot. The sport that the men you slept with never seemed to be able to find. The spot that only you could use to bring yourself to the peak of your pleasure and it set your heart racing and head spinning. No, you couldn’t let him be the one to do this. Your hips wiggled and jutted as if to pull away from him but it only intensified the pleasure and your words came out in messy incomplete sentences that left the message of what you wanted from him unclear.

“Ross don’t” you would try to draw away, your tongue stumbling, “don’t stop. Ross, I’m going to - you can’t-”

And then it was too late. Your head was sent into a spin that left you lightheaded and breathless, and what happened next was out of your control. Your body nearly spasmed from the hips down, your walls near forcing out his fingers from you as you hit your peak that came in a rush of clear fluid from your cunt. You were squirting. It was something you were always embarrassed by but no man had been able to bring you to that point - it had always been your own touch or the use of a toy to do it - until now.

Ross’s face lit up, his fingers leaving your cunt as he guided you back to lean you against the lounger. He watched with bright eyes as your hips jutted and the fluid rushed from you. “Of course,” he groaned out, his fingers reaching out to run over your clit as your climax seemed to ease, but his touch only coaxed more from you, “of course, you cum like a fucking porn star-”

You were a mess, your head spinning so quickly it felt like you were on another planet - but it didn’t stop you from hearing the back door open and shut on the summer home that had become that backdrop to your afternoon delight. You glanced back, your body fulling with panic. They were home, and his mom was making her way down to the pool.

“Son of a-” you cursed, pushing up off Colton and pulling him up quickly. A quick shove knocked him off balance and into the pool before you were lurching for your bikini top. Holding it tightly, you jumped into the water after him and let it loose - praying that the water distorted just enough to hide that your bikini bottoms hadn’t entirely shifted back into place.

When you surface, your hair hung heavily on your face and your arms covered your breasts quickly. As if reading your mind, Ross was quick to avert his eyes. “Jesus Christ, I told you not to jump in!” he chastised, his eyes going to his mother who was making her way through the garden. “Mom, com’on, you gotta take her out and get her a proper suit!”

“Stop complaining and help me,” you bit out, moving to the edge of the pool so that you stood with your back to him.

His mom only laughed as she came to the poolside, a tray of lemonade ready to place on the table. “Fight like an old married couple, you two,” she laughed sitting down on the end of the lounger Ross had just had you laid out on as he had fucked you with his fingers. She must not have seen anything.

The water lapped up against your back as Ross waded through the pool and walked up close behind you. Wearing mock annoyance, he tossed the wet bikini top at your back earning a groan from your lips. You reached a single hand back, careful not to flash his mom or him as you peeled the heavy fabric from your skin. You tugged it around your body carefully before settling the top over each breast. You could only hope that his mom didn’t notice how Ross’ fingers traced over your back as he lazily tied the strings up - he was much more interested in touching you. And when he was done, he was sure to splash you for good measure, earning a cuss from your lips: “Asshole.”

“Just when I thought you two were getting along,” mom sighed and pushed up from the seat she didn’t give herself time to get comfortable in. “I just came down to make sure you both had something to drink that sun is just too hot for you to be out here without it! Make sure you’re putting on your sunscreen -, and dinner!” She near shouted as if it had been something she had forgotten and it had finally stuck her, “dinner will be ready within the hour. Now, now, don’t drown each other you two.”

“No promises,” Ross spoke from behind you. You had yet to move from your place at the edge of the pool and you could feel Ross’ body against yours as his mother began the long walk back up to the beach house.

“Don’t,” you breathed out so she wouldn’t hear, “they’re home, Ross.”

“Com’on,” he sighed out, pressing himself against your back carefully. You could feel his erection through his swim trunks as he pressed it into the curve of your ass, “she won’t even notice us-”

“Ross, don’t,” your voice was clipped as you placed your hands firmly on the pool’s edge to pull yourself from the water. You moved for your towel quickly, wrapping it around your frame to hide any marks he may have left behind on your body before you looked down at him. “Not now, tonight. My room?”

“Mine, it’s further down the hall,” Ross smirked up at you, “you won’t have to be as quiet.”

To which you have him one final caution: “If we get caught, you’re dead-”

“I know, it’ll be worth it.”

#ross colton #;;kinktober2022 #hockey smut #hockey rpf #;; honey magnolia

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altheasmeadow · 1 year

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Memories Of You

Warnings: bad dad, alcohol, MC takes care of her siblings

Summary: In which deciphering whose memories were who’s in the soulmate bond should have been a lot harder than it was

Pairing: Seungmin X Reader

As confusing as it was, he somehow could completely decipher whose memories were whose. He struggled for the first few years after the bond was formed but quickly he picked up on the slight differences, She woke up early, like him. She would start her morning with making a large breakfast and then she would wake up three children. He never heard names, none of the memories are audio related, only visual. She would give each of them a peck on the forehead and lead them through getting dressed and taking them to school. Then things start to Vary.

On Mondays after she dropped the kids off she’d go to work he couldn’t make out much from that probably because it was mainly muscle memory but he did know she worked in a car garage, She’d finish monday off with a bath and doing some online classes after getting the kids from school.

On Tuesdays a man would come by, they’d sit and talk for hours in the apartment before they’d part ways and she’d go to the library to study, finishing the day off the same as the last.

On Wednesdays she would tiredly make her way to a bar at noon, to find an older man who seemed to be drunk. She’d drag him by the ear and dunk his head into a nearby river. She’d set a coffee next to the heaving man before walking away with little care. Then she’d go into work for the night shift until the man frim Tuesday would bring the three kids to her, she’d hum out instructions on their homework over her shoulder as she worked and gracefully manage to leave before their bed time each time.

On Thursdays, she’d go to work, eat at the same cafe every Thursday for lunch and then end up taking a bath and doing school work yet again.

Friday, She’d grocery shop. She’d work the morning shift and then go grocery shopping after receiving her pay. She'd go home, fix dinner and wait until the same male would bring the kids home.

He wondered if it was her partner but she never wore a ring on her finger and the man did.

Saturdays she’d wake up to the three children climbing into her bed and peppering her face with kisses. The family of four would then go into the kitchen and all work together to make breakfast, goofing off any chance they’d get, she’d set up a movie, usually disney and pixar movies, and they’d spend the day snacking until they have to cook dinner, everyone helping create a perfect feast, the men from before making an appearance, another semi familiar male,and a couple would all make their ways into the apartment, he didn’t see much but he did notice the slight longing in the drunk man’s eyes.

Sunday would always follow, the kids having slept in her bed the night before so she’d wake up snuggled in between the three small bodies, they’d have a simple breakfast and spend the day cleaning.

It was a simple domestic schedule that Seungmin couldn’t help but picture himself in, it was his soulmate after all.

“Anything new?” Minho smirked, interrupting Seungmin’s thoughts, he loved teasing Seungmin about getting a soulmate with a set schedule, because Seungmin often acted on a set schedule, very rarely changing it.

“No, She just dropped the kids off at school.” Seungmin shrugged, going back to studying the video in front of him.

“That sounded way too domestic.”Jisung winced as Felix clipped him upside the head for the comment.

“I think it’s cute Seung.” Jeongin cooed, laying his body on the ground next to Seungmin.

“Don’t you all have your own soulmates to be worried about?” Seungmin sighed, only he and Jeongin hadn’t met theirs yet.

“Chan’s on the phone with her, Changbin is stress eating so he doesn’t bother her during a meeting, Jisung and Mine are in the other room, Hyunjin’s is busy practicing, and Felix’ is sleeping in the corner.” Minho smirked confidently.

“Ugh.”Seungmin groaned and threw his body back.

“Okay, how about we help you.” Felix offered, knowing Seungmin was stressing himself out, meeting people as an Idol was hard, everyone wanted to know where you were and who you were with.

“Please tell me how you’re going to do that.”

“What library does she go to?” Jeongin offered the question, which was weird because usually he was the most confused one.

“The one three streets over.”

“I need to go to the library to find a book my mom is looking for.” Jeongin grinned proudly at his suggestion.

“And you want me to go?”

“No, I want to go by myself and look like an idiot trying to figure out the systems of the library. Yes, come with me. It’s an excuse so you can casually run into each other.” Jeongin sassed, Seungmin ignored the snark and threw his body on top of his bestfriend engulfing him in a quick hug.

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After practice the two began their trek to the library, Jeongin watching Seungmin mentally freak out.

“What if she’s not there?” He panicked, he had been listing a neverending list of what if questions, really making Jeongin question if he was ever going to be nice again.

“You saw her enter the building.” Jeongin bluntly stated, hiking his practice back uo his shoulder a bit more.

It took about 5 minutes with the short cuts and finally the duo stood in front of the building, nobody made a move, Jeongin simply giving his friend the room he needs to make his move, however, being within distance of his soulmate was seemingly an exhilarating experience because without much hesitation Seungmin opened the door and marched in.

He looked around nervously not knowing exactly who he was looking for, but he knew they had to be alerted of his presence since he could feel the air shift around him. His eyes caught onto a girl who previously had her eyes solely trained on her laptop when he took his first look, now her eyes were trained on him in slight disbelief. When she realized his eyes were on her she frantically tried getting back to work, but her heart clenched tighter and tighter as he began approaching her.

“Hi… I’m Seungmin.” He greeted, his previous confidence fading as he bowed to his soulmate.

“I know, I’m ___.”

“You know?” Seungmin asked in disbelief, it was unfair how she knew him and he didn’t know her.

“You’re in one of the most popular music groups in Korea. My older brother loves your music, I recognized the members from your memories.” She explained, intertwining her fingers on the table as she look up to have a proper conversation.

“Why didn’t you come to a fansign or something so we could meet?”

“Hmm, You’re an idol, if you show favoritism to any of your fans you get in trouble. Also it’s nearly impossible for that to happen. I'm raising three kids.” She shrugged, not minding the information drop.

“Are they your kids?” It had been a question bouncing around in his head for a long time, not understanding her having three kids of completely different ages at her age.

“Would it matter if they were?” She quipped, earning a grin from Jeongin who was subtly listening in from the shelf he was looking through.

“No not at all, that’s not what I meant. I was just curious because-”

“Don’t worry Seungmin, I know what you meant, I’ve had the questions for a long time. They’re not mine, they’re my fathers, but he is a drunk so I fought for custody of them as soon as I turned 18.” She said turning to her laptop once more to finish typing out the last of her essay.

“If you’d let me, I think I’d like to be a part of it.” Seungmin shyly requested, her hands freezing over the keys for a moment before she turned to look at him.

“This isn’t something you can think you want, you have to know. Because I am not bringing a man into their lives just for them to leave. They have enough abandonment issues as is,”

“I have been picturing myself in your schedule for years since the memories started, I want to help make breakfast every morning and send you off with the biggest grin on your face, I want to wake up every Saturday to the kids jumping on us in hopes they can get a bit of cuddles before we all go and make breakfast together and spend the rest of the day cuddled up watching movies with all of the snacks under the sun, and I definitely want to wake up to the smiles the kids give you every Sunday after they spent the whole night bathing in your affection.” He rambled letting out every thought he had been feeling for years.

The proclamation that sent her into shock sent Jeongin into a coughing fit, dragging the soulmate’s attention to him.

“Laying it on thick there bud, don’t you think?” He coughed out but the two simply waved him off.

The only indication of how she was feeling was the bond strengthening tenfold, making Seungmin gasp in awe. It was like the world around him was vibrating with the excitement he was feeling. Everything becomes magnified.

#seungmin #kim seungmin #stray kids #straykids imagines #kim seungmin imagines #seungmin imagines #kpop imagines #kpop idol x reader #idol x reader #kpop #fanfic #kpop scenarioes #idol imagines

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the-witch-of-one-piece · 2 years

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Chapter 3: Ace

Hello Loves! Chapter 3 of the Curse of the Whitebeard Pirates! Collab w/ me and @fireflykaizoku worked on it together!! We are very proud of how it turned out! We love some fluffines!! Aces chapter was really fun to write and just a lot of cute details in it as well!!! We also had to come up with some names as well in that time frame (lots of names) I hope you all enjoy!

more chapters right here !

TW:kids

“It's quiet... too quiet.” Ace said walking through the house not a peep from anyone, not even a sound. “Rouge , Ann, Kalena!” He called out for his daughters but no response running his fingers through his hair. Hearing a small sound coming from the closet, he walked to the closet reaching for the door. When he opened it expecting his little ones to pop out but they didn’t.

“Get him!!!” Hearing his eldest child yell out. Crap they got him squared unable to turn around quick enough, feeling the small children jump on him from behind.

“Crap!” He fell forward. Feeling the little fingers tickling his side. He couldn’t turn around because he didn’t want to drop his daughters as he took the sneak up tickle attack.

The front door opened to find his wife raising her brow. “What on earth...” She sighed. “Let your father breathe, we don’t want him to pass out.”

“Yes mama!” The girls said following the instructions of their mother. Holding the bag of groceries in her hand. Ace catching his breath before getting up. “They got you again. You're losing your touch.” She handed him the grocery bag.

“Hey in my defense I thought I had them this time.” Ace following his wife to the kitchen

“Sure....” Playfully rolling her eyes at him. She began to prepare for dinner Ace seeing from the corner of his eye his daughters. Rouge pointed to the jar of candy on top of the fridge. Looking at his wife who’s back was turned he turned to his girls and nodded giving them a thumbs up.

Ace couldn’t help but give into them sometimes… well a lot of the time.. Seeing his three youngsters reminded him of himself, Sabo and Luffy. All three were mischief but they liked to have a good time, they always had one another's back. When they first found out they were expecting he worried a lot of the time. He wanted to be the best father showing his children that he loved them unconditionally. Their love grew for one another and so did their family. He did let Luffy know, the news reaching Sabo. Sending pictures to Danda which she proudly displayed in her home of the family. Garp would see the photos when he visited Danda once. Knowing that the family was safe he wasn’t going to search for them as he kept this secret to himself from the marines. He only met the small children once even telling Ace they would make fine Marines one day. Yeah not going to happen, Ace was thinking. He could see Garp was a bit gentler with the small girls like he had a soft spot for them.

Walking to the fridge quietly reaching the jar and opening it. Picking out three pieces of the small candy seeing his daughter's eyes light up. Before he could hand it to them. “Freeze.” All four of them froze. “What did I tell you about giving them junk before dinner.” His wife wiping her hands turning around.

“Aww babe come on, one piece of candy won’t hurt them.”

“That's what you said about the ice cream, the chips, and now the candy.”

“Momma.” Kalena said with widened eyes. “You look pretty today.”

She smiled pinching the bridge of her nose she kneeled down patting her head “just one and that’s it.” They knew how to work their mother.

Kissing her mothers nose “Thank you momma.” She ran back to take her piece of candy. Ace grabbed one for himself, popping it into his mouth.

Dinner was ready with the family sitting down. “finger out your nose Ann and Kalena.” Looking over at Ace to see him doing the same thing. “I swear they act all like you.” Smiling at her husband.

“But you love us.” Ace gave a cheeky smile.

Another thing the kids inherited from their father was Narcolepsy. Rouge was the first to fall asleep at the dinner table. Their mother went to grab something from the kitchen. Rouge held her chicken leg in her hand completely K.O..Snickering at their sister looking at the victim asleep. Kalena whispered to Ann. Ace watches his daughters “What are you two up to?” He asked them.

“Shhhhh daddy.” Ann plucks the carrot from her plate placing the carrot in her nostril Kalena handing her another carrot placing it in the other nostril. “Uncle Luffy said it's better with chopsticks but since we don’t have chopsticks we used carrots.”

‘God dammit’ Luffy, Ace was laughing to himself, no one was safe in his house if one of them fell asleep. Seeing his daughter waking up a bit dazed. She didn’t notice anything at first. Ace’s wife came back to see Rouge with two carrots in her nose. “Rouge I told you not to play with your food.”

“Uhhh what?” Then she felt something covering her nostril plucking them down to see the two carrots . Both Ann and Kalena burst out in laughter along with Ace. Rouge eyes twitched a bit. “You both are dead!” She was getting out of her chair to see the two youngest sprinting from the table.

“Run guys run!” Ace shouted out.

His wife laughed a bit. “Yup they are your daughters.”

“No doubt about that, I can't wait for pops to meet them next week.” Ace kept the vivre card with him always checking the dates making sure he would never miss the date where the crew united once more. “He is going to love you all when he meets you.”

“How are you so sure about that?” Walking to Ace she rubbed his shoulder.

“Trust me he will...After all he is our family along with the rest of the crew.” Ace got up.

“I think we should stop them before they break something.” She began to get up, thinking about a way to stop Rouge from strangling her sisters.

Ace grabbed her hand bringing her back towards him.. “Nah they are fine. I have you to myself for a moment.” Wiggling his brow leaning forward to his wife. The sound of a crash coming from one of the rooms both parents stopped. “Crap....”

#one piece ace #fire fist ace #portgas d ace #ace #curse of the whitebeard pirates #whitebeard crew #whitebeard pirates #shirohige pirates

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lokis-army-77 · 2 years

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omg pls more Jay Okja content i am in love with him - can you do childhood friends haven’t seen each other because of jay’s work with the ALF and they see each other again randomly in public and have that go where ever you want it to 🫶🫵🥰

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Jay (Okja) x female reader

Word Count: 1241

After ten years of no contact, the reader suddenly bumps into her best friend while going home from the store.

Warning: None that I can think of.

A/N: Sorry this took so long to get to, I have rewritten it like 10 times and then I finally felt like this was a good direction to go in.

Masterlist (taglist linked here)

I had been walking home from the store when all of a sudden I was no longer on my feet but sprawled out on the sidewalk.

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” I heard a voice say frantically above me.

“No, no, it’s okay, I should really be watching where I am going.” I laughed it off.

“Here let me help you up.” The person stuck their hand out and I took it only to have the shock of a lifetime when I looked into the face of the person.

He was taller than me and his hair was longer than I last remember, but how could I ever forget my best friend?

“Jay?” I asked as he did a double-take of my face. “Is that you?”

I felt his grip on my hands become tighter as he said my name aloud. “Oh my god.”

“What in the world are you doing here?” I asked, still staring at him, admiring the man he grew to be. “I haven’t seen you in ten years.”

He let go of my hands to rub the back of his neck awkwardly. “Yeah, sorry about that. When I left to join the ALF I had no idea I would become so busy I would never have time to see you again. I, uh, I’m back in town because I need to lay low for a while.”

I looked at him questioningly, my eyebrows raised. “Lay low? Why?”

He looked over both his shoulders before nervously looking back at me, “I can’t really talk about it with so many people around.”

“Well, do you wanna come back to my apartment? We can catch up and everything. There hasn’t been a day I haven’t missed you.” I smiled at him, hoping he would accept the offer.

His eyes lit up as he nodded. “I would actually love that.”

I smiled and started to walk in the direction of my home. “Well, follow me.”

We walked for about three minutes before we made it to my building and entered my apartment where I sat my bag of groceries on the counter and ushered Jay to the living room.

“So you want some water? Maybe something to eat?” I offered.

“Oh, no, no, I couldn’t impose on you.” He shook his head.

“It’s no bother, really, I never have company, and it gives me an actual excuse to use my kitchen. I can cook us dinner and you can tell me all about why you are back.” I smiled and headed to the other side of the counter and into the kitchen. Jay followed and sat at one of the barstools on the opposite side.

I looked through my cabinets and fridge looking for ingredients to make pasta. “So, tell me what happened.”

While I rummaged about the kitchen, Jay started his story. “Well, have you heard what happened in New York a year and a half ago?”

“Yeah,” I said, placing a pot with water on the stovetop. “Something about the Mirando Corporation and the ALF.”

“Yeah, well, that was us. My groups and a couple of others, but it was mainly us.” He paused. “Turns out, sabotaging something like that and breaking into the processing plant to get a little girl’s super pig back is illegal.”

“No shit.” I joked, placing the noodles in the boiling water before starting on the mushroom sauce.

“We all just got out of prison and during the planning time of our next mission or project, whatever you want to call it, we decided it would be best to split up and lay low. That way we can’t give the Mirando corporation any clues as to what we are doing, that we are coming back after them.”

“Wow, I’m friends with a convict.” I laughed, looking at him. He was looking at his hands, hair covering his eyes. “You good Jay Bird?” I asked using the nickname I had given him as children.

“Yeah, all good, although I wish you wouldn’t call me that.”

“No can do Jay Bird,” I giggled. It was amazing how after a decade of not seeing one another, we could go back to how we were at eighteen and nineteen. “Maybe I should start calling you Jail Bird?”

“God no, Jay Bird is fine.” He chortled, standing up from his seat and walking around the counter to me.

“You’ve filled out.” I pointed out when he stood beside me, staring into the pan as I stirred the thick mushroom paste.

“Well, that’s what happens when you grow up.” the nudge he gave to my side was playful.

“Stop that Jay, I’m trying to cook.”

He nudged me again. “Stop what?”

“That, stop that!” I exclaimed while nudging his side in return.

“Oh, you mean this?” He gave another nudge, laughing all the while.

“Yes, that.”

“Okay, I’ll stop.” He sighed. “I’ve missed this you know? Hanging out. You don’t really make friends in my field of work, gets kinda lonely.”

“I would imagine so given you haven't even contacted me since you left.”

“I really am sorry about that. I tried, but everyone always told me it was safer to not contact people I cared about. You don’t know how some of the corporations are, lots of them are fucked up. Especially Mirando, I couldn’t risk the dangers of my job getting to the person I most cared about.”

“The person you most care about?” I asked. “There are so many other people you know other than me that should be higher on your list.”

“You’ve always been at the top.” I shuddered when his hands came to rest on my shoulders. Glad to know he still has that effect on me, I thought as I began to stir the noodles. “You still are actually.”

I turned around to face him. His hands slid down my arms and then finally held onto my hips. He had an unsure smile, one I remembered from high school when he was usually embarrassed about something he has said.

“Oh, Jay Bird.” My right hand came up to cup his cheek. “You’ve always been at the top of my list too.”

“I know it’s been a while and we are practically strangers now, but I would really like to kiss you.”

I didn’t answer, I just pulled him into me. I had been waiting since ninth grade to kiss him, I wasn’t missing this opportunity just because we haven’t seen each other.

His fingers spread along my waist, pulling me closer to him. His lips were soft against mine, more wonderful than I had ever imagined them feeling. My hand traveled from his cheek to the back of his neck to play with his hair. The tugging and pulling of his locks caused him to let out a short moan as he pulled away.

“God, I have wanted to do that for a long time.” I could feel his breath as he rested his forehead on mine.

“Jay?”

“Hum?”

“Promise me. Promise me that you won’t cut me off again. I don’t care about lists, or people possibly coming after me, I can’t lose you for another ten, or even five, years.” I grasped onto him, not wanting to let him go.

“But-”

“No buts, promise me.”

I felt his head shift against mine as he nodded. “Okay, I promise.”

“Thank you.” I gave him one last kiss before turning back to our dinner.

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giggly-squiggily · 2 years

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Part Of The Family (Spy x Family)

Heyo! I'm back with another Spy x Family fic! Fact is: I really wanted to write for Lee!Yor, and so I did! This one's a tad angsty, but nothing too heavy! I hope you like it!

Spoiler warning for The Admissions Interview Arc! (Chapters: 3-6, Episodes: 3-5)

Summary: Since the interview, Yor can't shake the feeling that she's failing at her role in Loid and Anya's lives. Thankfully the pair are there to remind her she's part of their family all the way.

“What kind of wife can’t cook for her family?” “So you do prefer your old mother to your new one.” “Don’t snap at me just because she prefers her old mother to you.”

Yor closed her eyes, the callous words that bloated pig spoke to them still ringing in her head. It had been some time since the interview. Since then, Anya had been accepted into Eden College, and life with her family had been going well.

Fake family.

She kept almost forgetting that.

They were at the park, Anya running about and playing with the local children as she sat back and watched. Loid had a job today, so it was just her and Anya. For the short amount of time she’d known them, she had already gotten attached. Anya with her sweet smiles and endless joy, and Loid with his calm, accepting manner.

They were a good pair. A great one really.

Did she…did she really fit with them?

As nasty as his words were, they hurt because they held some truth. She didn’t know how to cook, the most she could make was instant ramen. It wasn’t a big deal; Loid never shamed her for it and Anya liked it when she made it, but still…

“Let’s try again! This time, I’m gonna cook!” She declared, standing from her bench as Anya came running up. “Momma! Momma! Look, look!” The little girl held up a small frog, bright green and shiny from the water. “Oh, it’s so pretty!” Yor smiled at the girl, her mind still on dinner plans.

“Hm…frog legs are a popular dish in France. Maybe I can make those?”

Anya put the frog back.

~~~

“Okay, let’s see…” They were home now, bags of various groceries sitting on the counter. Anya was currently poking through one of them to find her peanuts. “Momma, what are you gonna make?” She asked, excitedly digging into her snack upon finding them.

“I’m not sure yet…oh! Loid has a cookbook somewhere! Where is it... ah, here!” She pulled it from the top shelf and flipped to a random page. “Aright, how about…nope, don’t have the ingredients for that. Maybe…oh that looks kinda hard…oh! How about…nope- don’t have that either…”

Anya chewed on her peanuts, watching Yor struggled to pick something to make. “You can do it, Momma!” She cheered through a mouthful of food, earning a small smile. “Don’t talk with your mouth full honey, you’ll choke. Thank you though” She patted Anya’s head as she put the book down. “None of these recipes seem to be beginner friendly...Alright- time for Yor’s famous Everything stir-fry!”

“An Everything stir fry? What’s that?” Loid asked as he came through the door, spooking the assassin. “Papa!” Anya charged him, peanut shells trailing behind her as she threw herself into his arms. “Welcome back!”

“Anya, you’re getting peanut’s everywhere.” He brushed off the shells with a huff of laughter as she hugged him tight. Meeting Yor’s eyes, he nodded to the groceries. “You’re cooking tonight?”

“Ah, well…yeah! I want to show I can do it!” She blazed with determination, trying her best to hide her nerves. “You always cook for us, so I thought I’d make something for once. If that’s alright…” She stumbled on her confidence, suddenly looking self conscious.

Loid quickly waved it off. “Of course it’s alright. I’m excited to see what you have planned.” He turned to their daughter. “Come on, Anya, let’s get you cleaned up and let Momma do her thing.” As they turned to leave, Anya gave her a thumbs up. “You can do it!” She called as they disappeared into another room.

Yor nodded, pulling her hair back and tightening her apron.

One home cooked meal for three.

No pressure.

~~~

“Well…here we are!” Yor placed the wok down on the table, palling at the sight before taking her seat. “W-What do you think?”

Loid and Anya stared, their expressions not too different from when she temporarily immobilized a cow. Within the wok was a concoction of…something. It was muddy and odd and smelled like a witches potion gone terribly wrong. “Um...what is it?” Loid asked.

“It’s…It’s stir-fry!” Yor tried with a smile, faltering when Anya seemed to sink. “Momma, what happened? It’s…smelly.” Anya blinked at the meal, looking more and more green by the minute.

“Anya,” Loid gave her a look before smiling at Yor. “It’s certainly new. What did you call it again? An everything stir fry?”

“Ehe…well, yes. It’s something I would make Yuri and I when we were kids...seems it hasn’t aged well.” She laughed weakly, the reality of everything going wrong coming back full force.

The entire cooking process was a disaster. Between nearly losing all the vegetables she was chopping, setting the kitchen ablaze twice, and trying to make sure everything was cooked all the way through: the results were a mostly burnt, charcoal in some places dish.

She had hoped by seasoning it with whatever was in the cabinet would mask the burnt taste, but in her haste she accidentally broke the salt shaker, spilling what seemed like a pound of the stuff in. No amount of scrapping could hide the ever present crystals within the cracks of the burns.

All and all: It was a mess. A massive, burnt, salty mess.

“Now hold on- smell isn’t everything. Maybe it tastes good?” Loid bravely took his spoon and scooped up a bit, eyeing it neutrally. Nodding, he put it in his mouth.

Silence.

“Papa? Are you alive?”

“Loid…are you alright?”

Loid looked...well.

“It’s great! Salty…very salty, but great!” He smiled, barely suppressed a shudder, the hand on his knee beneath the table clenched up so tightly his knuckles were white. With a prayer to whomever was listening, he swallowed, choking it down. “It’s....delicious.” He nodded, looking green.

Papa’s a liar. Anya thought.

“I’ll order a pizza.” Yor decided.

“Pepperoni please!” Anya cheered.

~~~

Later, when the disaster of dinner was scraped clean and the pizza was finished, the three sat together in the main room, Anya’s spy show as background noise. The little girl was happily singing along with the ending credits as Yor and Loid watched on, amused by her antics.

“Sorry for messing up dinner.” Yor spoke softly, catching the blonde’s attention. “What? No, it’s alright. It really wasn’t that bad.” He reassured her, faltering when she gave him a side eye. “Well…okay, maybe it was a tad salty.”

“More than a tad. I might as well have put the entire ocean in there.” Yor laughed bitterly, shoulders slumped. “I’m sorry, it’s not even dinner. I just…this is gonna sound silly but…I guess I wanted to do better as a wife and mother.”

This gained Loid’s full attention, along with Anya’s. “What? You’re already a great wife and mother. So you can’t cook. That’s okay- I can barely do laundry. Before you I’d have to throw away most of my white shirts cause I couldn’t get the stains out.”

“Yeah! And Papa’s terrible at singing lullabies! You make them sound so pretty!” Anya cheered, standing up and running to the couch, climbing on and hugging Yor. “And you give good hugs, and your superwoman, and you’re-” Anya paused, staring up at Yor. “Momma’s crying…”

Yor hadn’t realized she had started tearing up. Quickly wiping her eyes, she smiled. “I’m okay. I just…I didn’t realize how much I needed to hear that. Thank you.”

Loid and Anya looked at one another. A look of understanding seemed to pass across their features, followed by equally mischievous smiles. “Anya. Momma’s sad. And you know what we do for people we care for when they’re sad, right?”

The little girl giggled in her hands, delight touching her eyes. “Yeah! We gotta cheer up Momma!”

“What? What do you mean- Ey!” Yor couldn’t hide the squeal fast enough when Loid’s hands came from behind, gently tickling her ribs. “Loohohoohoid! Hahahahhang ohohohohohon!”

“Oo, what’s wrong? Can’t fight back? What happened to all those superwoman moves from earlier?” He teased, grinning when she attempted to swat at him. Normally getting up and taking him down would be easy. She’d taken down bigger men before.

Of course, none of those scenarios had a giggly six year old sitting on her lap. Anya was quickly following her papa’s lead, tiny fingers wiggling against Yor’s stomach and hips. “hehe, cheering up Momma!”

“Nohohoohohoht yoohhoohohohou tohohohoohohoho Anyahaahahhahahaha! Ahhehahahhaahahah! Plehehahahahhahahse!” Yor squeaked out helplessly, trying and failing to block their attacks. Any attempts to catch Anya’s hands only opened herself up to more precise tickles from Loid. When she tried to twist around to retaliate, Anya would wriggle closer to her and block her movements. Needless to say, she was trapped. “Coohohohohohome ohohohohoohon yohoohohou twohohohohoo!”

“Come on what? Keep tickling you? Okay!” Loid grinned cheekily, the rare playful side of his coming out full frontal as he drove his fake wife to mirthful tears. At some point, Anya moved off of Yor, sitting on the open space of the couch and watching the shenanigans go down. “Hehe, Momma and Papa are silly!”

“Ohoohohohohoho thahahahhat’s it! Cohohohohme heehehhere!” With her ‘restraints’ gone, Yor switched to assassin mode, twisting around and pulling Loid over the couch, quickly pinning him before tickling back. “Anya! Help me get papa!” She called out, grinning as Loid failed to fight back the endless stream of giggles. “Nohohoohoho! Ahahhahahanya hehehehehelp pahahhahahapa!”

“Tickle wars!” The little girl cried, jumping onto the pair and getting mixed up in the chaos once again.

~~~

“Geez…so this is what it’s like having a family.” Loid laughed softly as he draped the blanket over the two girls. Not too long after their tickle fight, Yor and Anya promptly fell asleep, soft snores filling the space between them in a gentle rhythm. The spy shook his head fondly as he watched them sleep, running a hand against Anya’s head. “You two…what am I going to do with you girls?”

Perhaps them being asleep made it easier to say what he felt. Deciding to run with it, he looked over at Yor. “Heh...now that I think about it, I should have said more earlier than just about the laundry. Since you’ve got here, you’ve helped make this whole parent thing so much easier on me. You help me realize my shortcomings and improve on them, and you’re a great mom to Anya. She seems happier. Hell, I’m happier too.” He looked away, clearing his throat. “Heh…I’m not that good at this, but…thank you. For being with us, and for making life that more interesting.”

Maybe he was imagining it, but he swore he saw Yor’s lip twitch into a smile then. When he looked again, she was still asleep. Chalking it up to weariness, he took his own seat in his usual chair and closed his eyes, letting himself relax for the first time in a while.

Yeah. She’s definitely part of the family.

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briamichellewrites · 11 months

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Stephanie was fast asleep in her new bed. It was a big girl’s bed with a canopy. Her baby doll was tucked under her arm. After a month of not seeing her mommy, she was finally reunited with her. Mike invited them to move into his house in Encino. The house came with three fireplaces and an outdoor swimming pool. He would not charge her rent. The only thing he asked for was help with housekeeping and groceries. She agreed and thanked him.

Together, they decorated a room for Stephanie. After doing a home inspection, they found out that they passed. After being cleared of any allegations of abuse, she was allowed her daughter back. It had been a very long and stressful month. She was not abusive. Child Protective Services were only doing their job. That didn’t mean it wasn’t frustrating and scary.

Stephanie was an active child, who sometimes got hurt. Her cast came off after her bones fully healed. Her foster parents had done a great job of taking care of her and they were thrilled to have them reunited. She seemed like she was doing the best she could as a very young single mother. Stephanie was scared about moving in with Mike, and rightfully so. He promised her he would never take her away from her mommy. She nodded. Okay.

He was giving her space to become comfortable with him. She was curious about him and she interacted with him. He was even put in charge of babysitting her baby while she went to school. That made him laugh. Finally, his house was filled with the sounds of a child playing and laughing. He brought the doll with him to his in-home studio. The office was closed, as Brad was on vacation with his family.

During a FaceTime meeting with the band, he told them that he and Brad were officially dating. They congratulated him! He laughed and thanked them. They saw genuine happiness on his face. It was like he had a little family with Brad, Bria, and Stephanie. He told them that Brad wanted to be referred to as William or BP and Stephanie wanted to be called Stevie, Bria’s nickname for her. Why did he want to be called William? Because he felt that Brad was a role he played.

William was more personal. It was also his real name. Bradley was his middle name. They agreed that made sense. It also helped them differentiate between Brad Delson. They laughed. Did Stevie know he was her grandfather? No, not yet. Bria didn’t want to overwhelm her with information, so they were letting her get comfortable living with him first. He said it multiple times but she was a great mother!

Children were curious about everything. That was how they learned. She made sure she didn’t get into anything she wasn’t supposed to and she made sure she respected that it wasn’t their house. He had nothing but wonderful things to say about her parenting. Good for her!

She posted pictures of the room they had decorated. It had a bed with a canopy and mosquito netting; a bookcase filled with books, a basket with stuffed animals, a waterproof baby doll that came with a bottle, a pacifier, a burp rag, and an extra diaper; four princess dresses and a mirror. Stevie’s eyes lit up like it was Christmas morning and her birthday at the same time! It was a little girl’s dream come true! She even had a window that looked outside.

“Thank you, Mommy!”

“You’re welcome. You should also thank Mike and Brad.”

“Thank you!”

“You are more than welcome. We are glad you like it”, Mike said.

briajo: Brad Pitt shall henceforth be known as William (his legal first name) or BP, as per his request. He also asked not to be identified as Grandpa but as Papa.

Papa Pitt. Mike wanted to have the band and their wives or girlfriends over for dinner to meet Bria and Stephanie. Bria helped him plan a menu with a vegan option. They would also get alcoholic and non-alcoholic beverages since she was sober. She was also underage and couldn’t drink, anyway. He invited Brad (also known as William).

Yeah, he would be there. Mike made it very clear to them that Stephanie did not know that Brad was her grandfather. He asked them to please not mention it. They all agreed not to out of respect for them. Joe asked if he could bring his daughter, Lola who was twelve. Yeah, he thought she would get along with Stephanie. Was it Stephanie or Stevie? She went by both. Stevie was a personal nickname Bria used. That made sense.

Stephanie clung to her mommy as she didn’t know anyone. After being taken from her, she was more scared than usual because she never knew if someone was going to take her away again. Mike suggested taking her to a pediatrician to see if she needed to talk to a psychiatrist about her fears. She would make an appointment to discuss that.

They all said hello to her and she greeted them shyly while holding her baby. They gave her space to be comfortable with them while saying hello to Bria. She had just gone through something traumatic and was getting used to a new environment with people she didn’t know.

Her mother was the only safe person she knew, other than William. She gave him a big smile. After a while of observing the environment, she became more comfortable. They were not going to take her away. Lola wanted to play with her. After getting the okay from Bria, she agreed. She shared her baby with her. William stayed away from the alcohol since Mike was watching him. He had seven years of sobriety and he wasn’t going to throw that away.

He also didn’t want to embarrass himself by being drunk. Brad Pitt was the guy who could handle alcohol, William was an alcoholic. He also couldn’t do that to Mike or Bria. They were needing him to be sober. Phoenix looked around at everyone. For a moment, he imagined Chester talking to Stephanie. He would be playing with her and engaging with her while kneeling at her level.

Would he want to see her room? Yeah, he would love to! He would have loved to have been there. After seven years, he still had moments where he would wonder what he would be doing. Maybe he would have brought his twins, Lily and Lila to play with Stephanie.

He was there. They just couldn’t see him. He was being his goofy self and pretending that he was okay. Maybe he would have given Bria one of his famous hugs and made sure she was okay. We miss you, Chester. The party didn’t seem the same without him. Brad came over and quietly asked if he was thinking about Chester. He nodded.

“So am I. He would have loved being here.”

“He is here. We just can’t see him.”

He walked away without saying anything else. Phoenix sighed before going into the dining room, where everyone was sitting down for dinner. Bria and Heidi brought the girls over to sit down. Mike jokingly asked Rob and Brad if the food was vegan enough. Yes, it was. Rob sarcastically thanked him. They were welcome. The adults laughed.

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