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starshipsofstarlord · 11 months

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Little Rascal

The pack discovers that Peter has a life that he cares about hidden in Beacon Hills. A wife and a son that they have never before met (1.4k)

Warnings - fluff, pet names, dad!Peter, brief mention of murder and sex, Peter’s secret little life, threats, season 4 based yet loosely different with how Peter goes about working with Scott, deadpool

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To say that Peter was glad to be home, away from all of the chaos that he contributed within the McCall pack, was a dangerous understatement. He hates being away from his own little world, for he cared for those he had in it, and he was a whole different person whilst he was there.

Home, it was the first time in a long duration of such where he felt as though he could call a place that. But it wasn’t just the environment, it was also those that lived in it alongside him, he loved the mundane aspects, how he could relax on the sofa and not have to worry about the ghosts that were in his scorned past.

“Honey Bee.” Peter called out to his sentimental lover; the only one he could love other than his troublesome young son. The dismissive clatter of dishes reached his ears as they were placed in the kitchen basin, and his love came to stand before him as he was seated on the couch, a tiny monster of his own creation clasped with his arms around his mothers legs.

“Yes darling?” She spoke softly to him, combing through her son’s dark locks with her maternal fingers, and the sight made the big bad wolf smile a real smile, one of happy content. Y/N’s head was cocked to the side as she enquired on why he called for her presence, and the man stood, untangling his child from around his wife’s legs and brought him up into his arms.

Taryn was weightless, yet he weighed down Peter’s heart heavy with loving adoration. He could not wait until he and Y/N procreated another little critter that would run around their home just the same as the one he held did. It was the best thing to ever happen to him, being a father.

He had not watched Malia grow up, and that was nothing short of a shame, but now he had the chance to do better and be there as he was more than well aware of the ever encompassing presence of his youngest child.

“I-“ before he could speak on what he had planned, there was an ever so stiff knock rattling on the front door to his secret haven. A derelict sigh made the man roll his tortured eyes as he steadied Taryn more securely upon his hip, pressing a firm peck to his wife’s temple before stepping towards the entrance to their home and unlocking the barrier that protected all that he cared for to onlooking eyes.

And there on the other side was formidably confused pack members, of which he occasionally aided, his only surviving nephew included. His arm propped more securely around his son as he glared with lack of impression, bemused about his unexpected visitors.

They shouldn’t have been here, he hadn’t even let them know the whereabouts of his address, and thus they must have tracked his scent to here. “Can I help you?” The old alpha scowled, his expression creasing even more when Derek dared to take a step closer. “That’s your son.” His raven haired nephew stated, picking up on the boy’s familiar scent.

“You have a kid, other than Malia?” Stiles retorted, feeling rather glad that his werecoyote girlfriend had not accompanied them to their destination. Scott too was rather surprised, he had expected that Peter had nothing driving his life other than a blood lust for power, however it appeared that they had all been wrong. There was a piece of him that was surprisingly human, and it was something that none of them had ever expected to uncover.

After all he had done, perhaps he had committed his wrong doings for another reason than vengeance; he was protecting his own little pack. “Peter, we need your help.” Scott stated with his soft alpha demeanour, understanding if he were unwilling to give his aid at this particular time. He had never been a fan of Peter, not after changing him to be a werewolf against his will, and especially not after threatening the lives of those he cared about, but he had to admit, he conditioned a heart felt feeling for the man. It wasn’t quite happiness, but it wasn’t not happiness either.

“I guess you’ve caught me in a good mood.” It was something the pack members had rarely witnessed, Peter was hardly generous, but he wanted to try and be a good example for his son. “Come on in - but don’t make yourselves at home. I’d prefer for this to not take too long.”

At least his blunt honesty wasn’t peculiar behaviour, and thus with wary footsteps Stiles was forced by Scott’s hand upon the back of his shoulder to enter the home of Peter Hale. “What’s your kid’s name?” Derek asked, curious about his newly discovered cousin. The kid shyly bowed his head, his locks falling before his eyes as Peter placed him like a feather on the floor.

Taryn was preferable to remain in Peter’s shadow. Tucking his hands around his father’s legs as he adapted to the strangers that his father had invited inside. Without hesitancy, despite the company he had, Peter crouch’s down and comforted his son. “It’s okay, you can introduce yourself. These are… some friends of mine.” He’d have rather proclaimed them as acquaintances however that would unsettle Taryn, and it wasn’t exactly the truth.

“My name is Taryn.” The spawn of Scott’s first enemy quietly spoke, making his father proud for doing so. “Why don’t you go to your room son, I’ll be right in after talking to my friends.” The boy needn’t be told twice, he was shy, especially around the rare amount of strangers he had met, and so he gladly trotted off down the hallway, giddy for his ‘daddy’s friends’ leave.

Peter stood up straighter and cleared his throat. “What is it that you needed from me?” His stoic demeanour returned as he expectedly awaited an answer to those that brought constant chaos into his now calm life. “Perhaps to know who would have a child with you, the mass murderer that went around the town killing only for it all to be blamed on a mountain lion.” Stiles scoffed, shocked that someone would willingly procreate with such a monster.

“That would be me.” A voice startled the sarcastic boy, one of feminine grace and beauty which astounded Stiles whom was gasping at the sight of the goddess like creature that stalked in the room before them. “Do we have a problem here darling, or do I need to rip a tongue or two out to bring some quiet back to our home?” Her eyebrows raised as she glowered upon the folk that were crowded in the entryway, looking to her husband for confirmation.

“It’s fine Y/N.” It wasn’t very often that Peter called her by her name, however he was on edge for the seriousness that was contorting the faces of the pack members. “But what I am wanting to know is what isn’t fine, since I assume that’s what you lot were going to tell me.” Derek inhaled through his nose as Scott stepped closer, understanding that the threat was far larger to Peter than he had earlier anticipated.

“There’s a dead pool for supernatural creatures. They are going to try and kill us for money, your money in fact. And I’m willing to bet your family are on the other parts of the list; so, are you willing to help us protect our kind, or will you run, like you always do? I’d understand if you did the latter, I never knew you had a son and a…”

“Wife.” Y/N finished the sentence for Scott, crossing her arms as she stood closer to her husband. “If you need help, you have mine, I will do anything to protect my son.” It was unexpected however Derek nodded in appreciation for her words. Peter weaved his fingers through hers as he ogled worryingly at his beauty, and he was the beast, a beast that was to be hunted and fighting for the life of his family.

“Our son.” He spoke humbly, becoming protective as he thought of all he had to lose. “Just tell us what you want us to do Scott, but remember, our priority is Taryn, his life is more important than any other to us. I will not save a life if it means risking his, but we will do our best.”

“I understand.” Scott said harmlessly, for the first time gracing his maker with a smile. None of this would have tied the alpha up in this mess if Peter had never bitten him, however there was nothing for him to do that would erase that past. “And thank you, I’m glad that we’re on the same side when it comes to this.”

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starry-hughes · 5 months

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fireplace snuggling (mackie samoskevich)

day 15 of star’s ficmas

kasey tkachuk x mackie samoskevich (au)

Mackie got into Sunrise late, some rain caused his flight to be delayed. It wasnt Christmas Day or even Christmas Eve but the delayed flight caused him to miss the yearly Tkachuk Christmas skate at wherever arena rink they were in the city for. He had received pictures of Kasey on the bench, not wanting to skate. She hadn’t really skated since her injury that caused her to be terrified of skating, decommitted herself from college and caused the worst family tension.

He tried not to think about how bad of a look it was for him to show up late, especially to Kasey Tkachuk’s parents. Kasey was excited though, she would have waited hours in the airport for her boyfriend. Her older brother, Matthew, was circling around the airport as she waited inside.

Mackie wouldn’t have expected anything less, seeing his girlfriend standing there as he was walking out of the airport. It was a day before Christmas and the airport was crowded, but he immediately spotted his girlfriend, standing in the Charlotte Checkers Christmas sweater he had sent her.

Kasey didn’t want to let go of Mackie as soon as she yanked him into her arms. “I missed you so much,” she practically cried as he hugged her. “I missed you too… hopefully no one is that upset I’m coming in at midnight?”

Kasey grinned, “Oh Matty is pissed, but he can get over it.”

The three got back to the house and Matthew mumbled something about going up to bed, telling Mackie that he better sleep on the couch. “He’s joking,” Kasey reassured. She was full of energy for it being almost one in the morning. “My mom made Matthew get this electric fireplace, she wanted a real one, but we live in Florida,” Kasey dragged her boyfriend over to the fireplace. Mackie sat next to his girlfriend who plopped herself down on the floor. He took the moment to finally kiss her.

Mackie wasn’t sure how long they kissed, but his lips were swollen and his hair tousled. “Kasey, I’m not sleeping with you on the floor of the living room,” Mackie warned as her hands fiddled with the sweatband of his sweatpants. Kasey reached over to grab the remote that controlled the fireplace and the sound of crackling and warmth entered the room.

“I’m hoping they send me back here soon, get to see you more,” Mackie started before yanking a pillow off the couch and laying down on the carpeted living room floor. Kasey was quick to snuggle into his side. “I hope so too,” Kasey played with his chain around his neck, “I like when you’re around.”

The young couple stayed up for another two hours, talking about anything and everything that came to their minds. “Mack?” Kasey whispered when she realized he hadn’t answered her question and looked over to find her boyfriend asleep. She smiled, snuggling into his side and closing her eyes, the sound of the crackling fireplace putting her to sleep.

“Aww they are so cute!” Emma whispered. “I’m going to wake them up,” Matthew said. “Matthew!” Taryn complained. “I’m waking them up.” Matthew stated. “Dude be nice,” Brady said.

Mackie was kicked gently in the leg and his eyes fluttered open. The sun was shining through the windows, it was morning. There was a blanket over the two of them, Mackie has a vague memory of Kasey getting up in the middle of the night to grab a blanket. “Kasey,” Mackie mumbled, “your family is awake.”

He sat up, realizing that the Tkachuk siblings were all stifling laughter and that Chantal and Keith Tkachuk were sitting close to the two on the floor. “Oh… Morning Mr and Mrs Tkachuk, thanks for inviting me to Christmas?”

Kasey woke up, sitting up and rubbing her eyes, her hair was its messy natural curls. “Hi mom, hi dad… So are we decorating cookies today or…”

#mackie samoskevich #mackie samoskevich imagine #kasey and mackie #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #mackie samoskevich blurb #fl panthers imagine #star’s ficmas

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bitchinbarzal · 1 year

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thinking offffff lake house hughes sister and duker 👀

every time they’re on the water he has to avert his eyes to avoid being pummeled by all 3 hughes brothers. obvi he means no disrespect but like !!!! that’s his dream girl !!!! right there !!!! and she’s asking him to put sunscreen on her !!!!

he almost faints if she says something about how he’s “looking strong”

You’d been seeing eachother in private for quite a while. There was nothing official, no labels but you were hanging out most nights.

When the devils playoff run came to an end you all headed back to Michigan together and the off season officially began in the Hughes household.

A week in and friends started flying out; the usual suspects in Cole, Trevor, Josh and majority of the boys from Michigan.

When people started arriving you’d been invited by Taryn out to Florida to stay at Matthews house for a week — girls week.

So obviously when Dylan showed up and you weren’t there he asked questions

“So where’s y/n?”

“Why, duke? Missing your girlfriend?”

“Shut it, Edwards”

He texted you, constantly asking when you were going to be home

missing me, dyl?

maybeee

You arrived home a week later, landing early and getting to the house before anyone woke up.

Dylan woke up early enough to be the first one downstairs and early enough to catch you setting up in the yard to sunbathe.

You’d already caught a tan in Florida, he could see your tan line on your back when you unclipped your bikini top. You faced away from him so he could only see your back.

He was staring.

“Duke you’ve got five second before hughesy comes down here and sees you staring at his little sister like that and kills you” Mackie warned, startling the boy.

He didn’t have time to defend himself before everyone hurdled downstairs for breakfast.

“Who’s the smoke show in the yard?!” Trevor yells, looking out the window.

Luke, Jack and Quinn all simultaneously glare at him and Jack smacks his head “That’s our little sister asshat”

Dylan gulped, almost seeing his own future right there in that moment.

In the afternoon everyone headed out onto the water and Dylan’s restraint was being tested.

“Hey, Duke can you put Sunscreen on me?” You ask, holding out the bottle with a smirk.

He stutters “um, oh I don’t—“ he’s trying to look everywhere but at your chest.

Jack grabbed the bottle and scowled “I’ll do it”

You made eye contact with Duke who looked terrified and you just winked at him before turning so the sunscreen could be applied.

While the boys were in the water you lay up on the end of the boat, basking in the sun.

He was treading water and gawking at you when suddenly he was dunked under the water

“Watch your eyes little guy, she’s got three big brothers who’ll kill you” it was Cole speaking when he emerged from the water.

Dylan shook him off before swimming away. You frown from under your glasses seeing him leave.

When you join them in the water, he’s not even looking your way and when you approach the group he’s leaving.

“What is your problem?!” You demand, walking into his room after you’d returned.

He scrambles to cover himself up “Dude!”

“What is your issue Dyl? You’ve been ignoring me all day?”

His face is flushed “Babe… if I look once I’d never look away and you’ve got three angry guard dogs watching at all times”

You pout and roll your eyes “Fine” before leaving.

That night, sat around the fire you were cuddled up into Quinn’s side and everyone was sharing stories across the group.

Luke had gotten onto the topic of working out, how he’d have to put his head down and focus for the devils when everyone chimes in about their own workout routines and plans.

You use your opportunity and say “Duke, you changed your workout routine? You’ve been looking awfully strong lately” with a smirk.

The boy stutters and smiles, thankful nobody gave it much thought before talking about themselves

“That girl is going to be the death of me”

#dylan duke x reader #umich imagine #duke x Hughes sister

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dreamingonfilm · 1 year

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Hey babe! Love ur writing. Do you have any recs?

SO GLAD YOU ASKED! I HAVE SO MANY RECS BUT IM GONNA TRY AND KEEP IT SIMPLE

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@fallingforfictionalcharacterss - literally one of my favorite writers on this app, I 100% recommend reading all her works but these are my favorites!

The Ferret : in which the reader takes care of a ferret, unaware that it's Draco Malfoy

Cookies : in which love potion meant for the reader gets misplaced, leading to a love struck Ron and confessions to Draco

I Got You : in which Draco takes care of a temporarily blind reader after a potion goes wrong

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@dracowars - another amazing writer — once again recommending all of their works

notebook : in which Draco finds readers notebook and falls in love with the words written inside

one bed, two enemies : in which Draco and reader share a bed

unforgivable : in which reader gets poisoned thanks to Draco's behavior

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@wondernimbus : strongly rec all her writing!

veritaserum : in which Draco takes the truth potion, leading to unwanted confessions

play pretend : in which two people are forced into marriage; reader falls in love. draco doesn’t.

two sworn enemies : there is only one thing worse than being hated by draco malfoy; it’s being fancied by him

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@littlemissnoname13 - another great writer!

my girl : in which Draco sticks up for his girl

forever hold your peace : in which the reader is set for an arranged marriage, but a mysterious guy from the church has other plans

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DRACO M. FICS !

@dmslvt - Crossing constellations : in which Draco stumbles upon the reader while she star gazes

@dr3amlab - wicked games series : in which two sworn enemies play pranks on each other, leading to the reader pretending to be Draco's secret admirer

@enviedear - bewitched my mind : in which draco malfoy becomes entirely bewitched with a girl who’s never paid too much mind to him

@ladyvesuvia - nuggets with gravy : in which Draco takes the reader out for a drive-thru in a Muggle fast food, but they did not prepare the reader’s order properly

@prettygirlkay - A Worthy Opponent series : in which the reader and Draco are academic rivals

@holden-caulfield - The Girl : in which the reader has a secret pen pal

@holden-caulfield - Red Binds : in which the reader and her soulmate are bound together by a red string

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NEVILLE L. FICS !

@lxngbottom - Amortentia - in which Neville smells Luna Lovehood instead of his girlfriend in his amortentia potion

@lxngbottom - Bookshelves : in which reader helps out in the library, and she catches the eye of Neville.

@refiwrites - The Accident - in which you collide into Neville, revealing that you two are soulmates.

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FRED W. FICS !

@p-taryn-dactyl - Confervo : in which Fred wakes up after the war, and his first reaction is to flirt with the cute nurse

@destourtereaux - Put A Ring On It : in which reader and Fred run into her ex while out for errands

@destourtereaux - Secrets and Confessions : in which Fred confessed his feelings in the middle of the Great Hall

@httpbakugou - after all this time : in which Fred returns three years later, and secrets are unearthed

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if anyone mentioned feels uncomfortable with me linking their work on here please lmk and i will remove it! <3

#harry potter #harry potter fanfic #harry potter recs #fic rec

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readingjellyfish · 8 months

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In every book there is someone who we don't like, it doesn't have to be the same character to every one and it's not always the villain (I do tend to quite like a villain) but amidst all characters there has never been one who has got on my nerves quite as Taryn Duarte did.

Yeah, I hate her. More than any other character. And I know what some people jump to "Oh but Locke is so much worse and she's only like that because of him" and yeah, that whole statement is true, he is exponentially worse than her.

But my problem is that Locke is mean to everyone, that is who he is, he was born like that and he died like that. be it his best friend, his girlfriend, THE HIGH KING, he just couldn't help being a complete pain in everybody's arse. But Taryn?

Oh Taryn seemed to go OUT OF HER WAY to hurt Jude, HER OWN TWIN, it's just horrible. Throughout 3 books, all we see is Jude's plans being destroyed by Taryn, and does Taryn show remorse? No she just acts like a cute little innocent little baby who has no control over her own actions.

It is infuriating. There are many, worse, characters in the folk of the air series, but Taryn gets to me because I cannot phantom doing so many terrible things to your own sister, who would literally die for you, and keep doing them despite seeing how much it hurts them.

#i could do an entire thesis on this #i will do a post highlighting taryns most heartbreaking moments #jude duarte #taryn duarte #the cruel prince #the folk of the air #tfota #the queen of nothing #the wicked king

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bropunzeling · 2 months

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i wish you would write a fic where Leon gets traded to the Senators, and it's awkward for him to get to know Brady when he used to bang his brother... Not to mention the team is a total mess... But then, against all odds, the team starts doing really well and he makes friends with Brady who is always telling him good things about Matthew and eventually they reconnect and it's as hot as always but with more potential than ever

oh wHAT a CONCEPT. i think there could be something really fun and good where like - sens are on the bubble to maybe make the playoffs. leon is old (for hockey) and has an ankle at 90%, around 65% of the time. he can’t fault the business decision (in public) (he isn't fully signed on in private but he can say the right things for reporters and that’s good enough), but it's not a great feeling to get dumped in ottawa at 36 and start your life over again.

i think he and brady could have some weird friction to start - they're just SUCH different personalities - but eventually leon figures things out, they find their rhythm, it starts feeling less weird to be captained by anyone other than connor. tim's hero worship has faded a little in light of a few international tournaments under their belts and that helps too. he's figuring out his spot on this team, and fuck if he's not gonna do his best to help drag them all over the finish line and at least qualify for the playoffs, make a respectable showing. prove he’s not old and washed up.

he has to admit how bizarre it is to be around brady and his family, though, because like -- leon remembers back before, when he and matthew were sneaking around, carefully carefully uncovering these sides of each other beyond what they could do between the sheets. he remembers lying in bed, head on matthew's shoulder as he absently checked instagram, told leon all about brady and his girlfriend, how cute they were together, how brady had been saying he might propose. remembers matthew texting him about that, and then, a few minutes later, about the trade that would eventually lead to everything they did together falling apart.

so it's weird to get to know brady now, like this. weird to meet his wife and kids. weird to hear brady tell a story about him and matthew and taryn and have to bite his tongue because he's heard it before.

weird when by some miracle the senators make it through the first round and the panthers don't. weird to come by for dinner at brady's, only for matthew to be the one opening the door.

#ask meme #and then they fall in love again somehow!

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englishstrawbie · 10 months

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And if you're up for it (I can't carry it all by myself - lol), "truth is that i'm so damn in love with you that i don't know what to do with myself." for Mika & Taryn, please - curious for your take on them!

Mika keeps her waiting in the front seat, makes her promise not to peek over her shoulder as she scrambles around in the back of her van. Taryn raises one eyebrow as she hears her girlfriend huffing and puffing at whatever she is up to. She tries to sneak a peek in the wing mirror, but her view is obscured and she forces herself to be patient.

They are parked up near the water and Taryn is grateful for the coastal breeze that blows through the open windows, making the summer heat less intense. It is almost eight o’clock and the temperature is yet to drop.

It has been two months since their first date at Simone and Trey’s ill-fated wedding and Taryn feels like her feet have barely touched the ground as she has got used to her return to work as a doctor and her new responsibilities as co-Chief Resident. She has been supporting two of her interns as they face an investigation following the death of Sam Sutton and helping Doctor Hunt as much as she can as he manages the hospital while Teddy recuperates at home.

Somehow, amidst all the chaos, her relationship with Mika has blossomed. Happy to have her back, and desperate for her to stay, the hospital management hadn’t blinked when Taryn had filled out the form to declare their relationship. As long as she stays professional, and they don’t bring any drama into the hospital, then there were no objections from the Board.

Unusually for Grey Sloan, there has been no drama – at least, not from them. There have been dinners at quiet restaurants and nights where they have danced away the stress of their day jobs; there have been picnics in the park and kisses in the back row of the cinema and long drives out of the city when they have a rare shared day off; and then there have been nights in the on-call room when Mika has opened her arms and let an exhausted Taryn rest her head on her chest to sleep.

She has always been a disaster when it comes to relationships, but not this time. The pandemic, the burn out, the end of Grey Sloan’s residency programme and her year working at Joe’s have changed Taryn in so many ways, that meeting someone who makes her heart flutter and falling in love feels right.

Love. They haven’t said the words out loud yet and Taryn doesn’t even know if Mika feels that way about her. Sometimes she thinks she sees it in the way Mika looks at her, or the way Mika always brings her a sandwich from the canteen when she can’t get away for lunch, or the way Mika massages the tension out of her shoulders to stop them from hunching around her ears. But she doesn’t say the words out loud and Taryn is too scared to be the first person to say them, in case the sentiment is not reciprocated.

“Ok, ready!”

Lost in her thoughts, the voice makes Taryn jump and she curses under her breath as she spills soda from the can coke in her hand all over herself. Brushing the droplets of liquid from her skirt, she opens the door and steps out into the fading sunlight. Mika immediately takes her hand and guides her round to the back of the van.

“Ta-da!” Mika cheers proudly.

Taryn smiles widely at what she sees. The back doors are open, with fairy lights strung up to bring light as the sun begins to set. On the grass just behind them is a blanket and cushions, a hamper and a bottle of cheap champagne.

“This looks amazing,” Taryn gushes.

She looks over her shoulder to where Mika stands and leans over to kiss her.

“Thank you,” she says sweetly.

“Well, you deserve it,” Mika says. “You’ve been working so hard, you deserve some pampering.”

“Oh.” Taryn wiggles her eyebrows suggestively, revelling in the laugh that escapes from Mika. “You deserve it too. You’re really kicking butt at work, you know? Everyone’s impressed by you.”

Mika’s face lights up. “They are?”

Taryn nods. “As they should be. You’re awesome.”

Mika’s face flushes pink. “I think you’re awesome too.”

Mika makes the first move this time, stepping forwards and pressing her lips against Taryn’s, kissing her hard.

“Come on, let’s eat.”

They settle on the blanket and Mika pops the champagne open, pouring it into two plastic flutes and handing one to Taryn.

“To you.”

“To us.”

They clink their glasses together and Taryn takes a sip, enjoying the warmth that spreads through her at the taste. She nods towards the hamper.

“So, what’s for dinner?”

Mika pulls out bread and meat and olives, and an array of cheeses, the final piece the French camembert she knows is Taryn’s favourite.

“Oh my god!” Taryn cries, knowing that Mika must have made a special trip to the deli across town to pick it up. “I really do love you.”

The words fall out of her mouth before she can stop them and they hang in the air between them. After a beat, she feels compelled to fill the silence.

“I didn’t… I mean, I do, but…”

“Taryn,” Mika says softly, trying to stop her freaking out.

Taryn sighs. “I do love you,” she confesses. “And it’s okay if you don’t feel the same right now. Or ever…”

“Are you kidding?” Mika says. “Truth is that I'm so damn in love with you that I don't know what to do with myself.”

Taryn stares at her, dumbfounded. No-one has ever said that to her before. “Really?”

Mika smiles. “Really. I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you and I thought maybe I would tonight.” She pouts playfully. “I guess you beat me to it.”

Taryn laughs.

“So…” she hesitates, unsure of herself. “What now?”

Mike lifts herself onto her knees and shuffles forwards, kissing her more tenderly this time, her tongue sweeping into Taryn’s mouth as she rests her hands on her shoulders, pushing her towards the ground.

“Mika – we’re in public!” Taryn squeals as her back curls onto the hard floor.

Mika lifts her head and looks around, shrugging nonchalantly. “There’s no-one else around.”

She lowers herself on top of Taryn, capturing her lips in another kiss before she can object any more.

Romantic moment prompts

Here you go @popchoc, I hope you like it! 😊

#grey's anatomy #mika yasuda #taryn helm #helmika #grey's anatomy fanfiction #my fanfiction #romantic moment prompts #popchoc

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popchoc · 1 month

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How scandalous is it that no one has written about That One Helm and Yasuda Scene yet? It's been days!!!!!! I know you've done a few, so would you could you maybe please please please? I don't even need plot lolol

"I don't even need plot" 😂😂

I'm not doing any prompts right now, but sure, I'm always open for suggestions. The issue with this one, however, is that I don't write 🔥 smut 🔥 for the sake of smut (it's different when it's a fitting part within a bigger story).

Which is basically what we're talking about here, right? What we're all picturing, as they come crashing into that room, all hot and heavy?

Taryn's hands skimming under Mika's shirt, even before the door closes properly behind them. Her voice already hoarse when she moves her lips to her girlfriend's ear, breathing that one word into it.

"Off."

And we know, Mika doesn't have to be told twice. Her top hits the floor, leaving her in her black bra that molds perfectly around her breasts. With her now exposed skin screaming for Taryn's touch, she steps closer, directing the both of them towards her bed as soon as their bodies intertwine again.

Yet Taryn has other plans. "Uh uh," she mumbles into their kiss, while gently pushing her backwards. "Up."

The second Mika's bum hits the dresser behind her, she gets the hint. She hops on to it without effort. Drawing Taryn back in between her thighs, their lips reconnect for another hungry, passionate kiss. As Taryn's hands start to roam her body, Mika's fingers tangle in Taryn's long hair, holding on for dear life - and for a minute she doesn't know anymore where one of them ends and the other begins.

Without letting go, Mika manages to kick off her shoes. This time it's Taryn who doesn't need a clue. "Up," she simply says again, while her skillful fingers easily unbutton Mika's jeans, before sliding it down when Mika lifts her hips. After tossing the garment away, she takes a moment to take it all in; this sight of Mika sitting there, her amazing body illuminated by a yellow, moonlike light, her eyes blazing with want, want for her.

"How are you real?" she sighs deeply, now swiftly delving back in to bury her face into the valley between Mika's breasts. When Mika feels Taryn's lips nipping, her tongue tasting her longing skin, she can only gasp, sharing the wonder, "How are you?!"

Taryn doesn't answer, too distracted by every inch of Mika she's crossing in her way up. She cups Mika's neck, pulls her near, her lips almost back on hers… then suddenly averts her gaze back down again, studying Mika's chest as if it's the finest piece of art—which it is—while Mika arches her back in desire, handing Taryn even more skin to explore. Taryn moves her hand to Mika's breast, caresses and squeezes it through the fabric, still amazed by the fact that she can, that this girl is hers now, that she's giving her all to her, and thrilled by the reaction she's getting in reward. There's no stopping this. Not now. Not ever.

Sounds of moaning and heavy breathing are filling the room. They're hardly aware of it. Mika shifts forward, searching for more friction from Taryn's body. Taryn knows she can do better though. Slipping her hand between them, her fingers find their way down without hesitation. Mika's damp panties tell her she waited long enough.

As Taryn starts stroking her, they lose themselves in a new series of searing kisses, until it's not enough anymore. Until Taryn wants to feel, needs to taste more. Without allowing Mika to leave her spot, she yanks down those panties, then swiftly looks up again to meet Mika's eyes. Mika can read the question in hers, and answers her by bracing herself - her palms flat on the surface, her feet just as flat against the front of the cabinet.

Mika's scent is intoxicating and delightful. Taryn's tongue is determined and sensational. What follows is a stream of breathless praises that only encourage more.

"Can I—" Taryn asks, gazing up. Yet before she can even finish her question, Mika frantically nods.

"Yes. Oh, yes!"

Slowly, Taryn slides two digits into her girl's depths. When she starts to thrust, she can feel the arousal coat her fingers, feel hot walls tighten around them.

"D-Don't stop," Mika pants, "Don't you… don't you st—"

That's when her toes curl, her eyes clench shut and her body gives in, slumping forward right when Taryn gets up to catch her.

It's also when Lucas bangs the wall right behind her. "You're done already?!" he calls from the other side.

Mika takes a deep breath, and then another one. She hops off the dresser, surprised that her legs still know how to, and takes Taryn's hand into her own. Leading her along towards the bed, a grin sneaks onto her face.

"Poor boy," she smirks over her shoulder, still somewhat out of air, "We're just getting started."

That's how it went right? It's so obvious, I really don't think I need to write all of that down.

Oh wait…..

#😇#(let's not make this a habit tho!)#grey's anatomy #taryn helm #mika yasuda #fanfiction #writing prompt #ask

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Episode 3.6, Continued: Kelvin and Keefe fight, BJ and Stephen fight, and nobody likes hologram Aimee-Leigh

The Second Reconciliation Attempt: Keefe enters with a rocking chair carved with Kelvin's name on a tree. This is way too much for a "let's stay friends" gift: he is attempting a reconciliation. You're the one who left, dude. You could just ask to get back together.

He is not wearing a sexy outfit; actually he is sweaty and rather disheveled, as if he rushed over the moment he finished the chair.

Why a rocking chair for an athletic 34-year old? "This is true love: we'll be together forever." I am reminded of Robert Browning's famous lines from "Rabbi ben Ezra": "Grow old with me -- the best is yet to be."

Keefe expected Kelvin to be alone to accept his gesture. Nope, Taryn is there.

Kelvin looks nervous and decidedly guilty, as if he has been caught cheating; he pulls Keefe into a bro-hug, asks inane questions ("Is that chair made of wood?"), and stammers "We were just...um...we..." until Taryn takes over and explains that they are just working together.

Platonic pal advocates, pay attention: Taryn wouldn't think it necessary to inform Kelvin's buddy that he has nothing to worry about, they are not having an affair. Either she has inferred that they are lovers, or one of the guys told her.

Keefe turns on the jealousy, and asks if Taryn has replaced him. As assistant youth minister, of course. But he means as a romantic partner.

Angry at the implication, maybe feeling guilty because he was planning to start a relationship, Kelvin plays along: he asks Taryn to give them a moment alone, touching her affectionately on the back to usher her out, exactly as you would ask your girlfriend to give you a moment to talk to your ex.

Keefe continues to lash out, demanding to know if Kelvin and Taryn have had a "physical connection." Romantic but not sexual partner advocates, pay attention:Kelvin and Keefe must have had a sexual relationship, or Keefe wouldn't think to ask about sex with his "replicant."

Kelvin goes on the defensive, denying that he has anything going on with Taryn, but quite accurately pointing out that "You left me." They have broken up; he has every right to see other people.

He tries to touch Keefe's shoulder, and upon being rebuffed, pulls back from the romantic partner term "left" to the good buddy "ditched": "You ditched me. If you had said yes to Immigrant Outreach, we could still be dudebros." Keefe rolls his eyes; even after the break-up, Kelvin can't say what they were.

He continues: "What was I supposed to do? Just sit around, be lonely? Wait for you to deliver some stupid rocking chair?" He would be going to work regardless, so "sit around, be lonely" returns to the romantic relationship. He's telling Keefe that it's too late; he's moved on, he is in fact with Taryn now.

The reconciliation attempt failed, Keefe starts to cry. He says "I will not disrupt what you and Taryn are building together," referring to the heterosexual trajectory of marriage and family. Kelvin grimaces in disgust at the thought of becoming Taryn's husband.

Keefe runs out, doing a cartwheel on the way to demonstrate the hotness he's missing. Kelvin kicks the chair and screams.

We fade out to a close-up of the Kelvin tree.

More Humiliation: At home, BJ is working out. He reads on Judy's laptop that Stephen is asking for another hookup -- after everything that's happened! His wife and kids are gone -- he's alone in the house, if she wants to stop by. Pretending to be Judy, BJ responds "Coming."

The Aimee-Leigh Hologram: Later that day, the family -- except the partners, all in the midst of marital riffs -- gathers in one of the Gemstone theaters for Jesse and Baby Billy to unveil the hologram Aimee-Leigh.

They hate the hologram: disrespecting the memory of their loved one, turning her into a carnival sideshow or a Sith Dark Lord. Eli starts to cry. Judy and Kelvin rush up and destroy the hologram machine, and then quit their jobs as co-ministers. Now it's Jesse by himself.

The nude fight: BJ goes to Stephen's house, sneaks inside, and finds him in the bedroom, masturbating. If he thinks Judy is coming over for a hookup, why isn't he waiting? BJ attacks. They fight for three full minutes of screen time, through the house and out into the yard, with Stephen completely nude throughout. Stephen beats BJ into near-unconsciousness, but BJ triumphs. Fans wondered if there were consequences -- an arrest for aggravated assault? But Stephen's story has ended; he is not mentioned again.

BJ goes home, all banged up, and tells Judy: "I hope you like me now." Amber, BJ, and Keefe could all be asking that of their partners as we fade out. The end.

The full review, with nude photos and explicit sexual discussions, is on RG Beefcake and Boyfriends

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Synopsis: Jude Duarte thinks she is poisoned. She feels sick? It must be the poison. She eats more? It must be because the poison made her weak. She missed her period? Yeah, must have been the poison. Was she poisoned? You guessed it! No! Word count: 4, 101

When the physician took his leave, Vivi, Heather, and Taryn took Cardan over to the corner of the room. "If anything happens to her or the baby, I will be the one fighting you alright?" Vivi received a slightly painful nudge from her wife of five years. "You should bring her to a mortal doctor so we could see if it's a girl or a boy." Heather told him. "She's going to have a lot of changes. She's going to be more vulnerable, her mood would change time and again, she'll need to be taken care of, a lot." Taryn fills him on the struggles of human pregnancy, putting great emphasis on the last part. On the other hand, Jude was left with Oak and Amelia. "Why are you crying auntie? Do you not like the baby?" Amelia asks the currently very emotional Jude. Oak had stopped with his device instead giving his older sister a listening ear. "You know Lia, sometimes when people are really happy they cry." Oak explains, giving Jude a tissue. He had matured quite a bit after breaking up with his 'girlfriend'. He said he wanted to become a better 'man' for her. "Oh, so auntie is really happy?" She averts her gaze to Oak. "Yes, Lia. Hug me?" Jude finally says. She was propped onto the headboard of the bed. she opened her arms and invited Lia to come over. Her niece in turn, crawled on top of the bed and went into her embrace. "You're so warm!" What Amelia said was more comforting than it would have been in any other context. To Jude, the giggles she got from Amelia sounded sugary. She wonders if her child would say that about her voice too, if their giggles would sound just as sweet or if it would sound sweeter. Seeing Oak looking at them, she removes a hand from Amelia's back, also inviting him. "No. I'm not a kid anymore." Oak crosses his arms, looking away. "If you won't hug me as a kid, what about as my brother?" Jude asks. "Fine. but only because it would make you happy." Trudging over to the side of the bed, Oak made it look like a walk of shame. Still he crawls onto the bed to give Jude the hug she asked for. If it is because she is soon to be a mother or because she likes Oak and Amelia that she feels this moment gratifying she doesn't really know. After a few moments, Vivi, Heather, and Taryn decided to give Cardan and Jude some time to talk to themselves. Taking Oak and Amelia with them. Cardan walks to Jude. He could immediately spy the doubt in her eyes. "We will do great Jude. You will do great." But, even the supposedly solacing kiss that Cardan gave his wife, didn't help in the nine months of pregnancy. 1 Month The Queen has been tossing and turning in her sleep. She tossed and turned so much it woke the King. "Jude..?" Was the first thing the King muttered The Queen turns to look at him in the eyes. "Cardan… I'm famished…" The words paired with a deadpan look was rather ironic. The King couldn't quite stop his laughter at such a chucklesome moment. "What are you laughing at?" The Queen scowled. "Well-" The King removed his hand from his eyes to look at his Queen but then the Queen looked too adorable for him, he couldn't help his laugh yet again. This time though, it was of affection rather than amusement. Wiping away the tears, he asks his Queen. "Well then, what does the High Queen of Elfhame crave at 12 noon when many are asleep?" The King sits up on the bed. "Veal. I want veal paired with potatoes and cheese. Do we still have ice cream? Did we get ice cream? And maybe bread too. And after that something sweet but also a little salty… Do we have something like that?" The Queen rests her head on her palms while looking up at the King. "I doubt we'll be able to get any of what you want here in Faerie. Come, let's head to the mortal realm." To that the Queen's face lit up.

2 Months The High Queen and King of Elfhame was invited to a revel. They accepted, it would be careless of them not to when it had been planned for them. They shouldn't have. They should have just been careless. The Queen had one hand at Nightfell's hilt while the other sub-consciously positions itself on her stomach. The King, regardless of not knowing how to use a sword, had put himself in front of his wife. "We'll get a higher pay if they discover the woman has --" Cardan needed not to hear the rest of what the slaughterers had to say. With an outstretched hand, Cardan made the tree roots come alive. Grabbing those who was sent to harm the High Queen and dragging them into the soil. When he turns after hearing the clang of metal, he sees the Queen fighting two different Fae. He would have left her to fight them, she could finish them, he knows. But he couldn't do that. Especially not when another folk joins in. Still, before he could do anything, the other two the Queen had been fighting is on the ground, their necks slit. He sees Jude mutter something but not quite hear it then just like that, the third folk had been cornered in a bush, slowly being swallowed by the land. He was about to say something to lighten the atmosphere, if it was possible, however, his wife had collapsed. Lucky were they that he caught her. If not, he might declare war on the rulers of the court. It had tired him to call on the land even as a Faerie, how much more spent is she, carrying a child, holding a sword and commanding the land? It took all his might and every bit of his responsibility to not yell a declaration of treason.

3 Months Taryn had introduce her twin to the term 'Baby proof'. Hence, why when a new item is being brought in the palace, The Queen would appear from thin air to ask "Is that baby proof?" A new shelf is getting installed? The Queen would stalk in and tell them, "Make sure that's strong enough for a kid. oh, and add those soft corner things Taryn gave." Was it heart warming? Yes. Was it irritating? No. But then the Queen started to look at anything and think of it as bad for the future child. When she saw anything sharp, her eyes would grow big and she'd say "Cardan! That's not baby proofed!" She saw a book -- "That could fall on their head. Make sure to lock the room." The only thing she wasn't baby proofing now were the swords. But Cardan could see the 'baby-proof-that-thing' glint in her eyes. If it was not for the training, those swords would have been stoppered right away. No questions asked. Just orders. Was it heart warming? No. Was it irritating? Yes. The King smiles.

4 Months The King and Queen are taking a bath together. Normally, it would be the King between the legs of the Queen, leaning into her chest with his eyes closed. With the Queen feeling the vulnerability of a pregnant woman though, their positions were reversed. "Do you feel better?" Cardan asked his wife. Planting a chaste kiss on her temple while stroking her stomach, which is progressively increasing in size a day at a time. "Hmm?" Jude looks back, eyes ending on his lips. She pecks it before continuing with what she had to say. "Very much." "Right. Then, would you like to head to the mortal world now?" The Queen nods. The King get's up and helps the Queen stand up. After that, everything went fast for the Queen. They get clothed, got everything ready for their travel, and arrive at the mortal world. Only when they are at the doctors office did time run normally for Jude. Gliding a device on her stomach, the doctor give her a happy smile. "It seems you will be having twins Mrs. Greenbriar." She announces. "Twins?" Cardan jolts upward from his seat beside Jude's bed. "Yes sir." She nods happily. Jude and Cardan could only look at each other in horror. It was mostly joy, yes. Still, Cardan couldn't believe he would be having two children at once and Jude doesn't believe she'd be able to care for so many.

5 Months The King woke to rustling. From his bed he sees his Queen slumped over the table, face in her hands. When he had processed the situation, he stands up immediately. Feeling the sudden movement, Jude looks up. She wipes her tears and walks over to her husband. When their paths meet, Cardan was fast to cup Jude's face. "What happened? Do you feel anything wrong? Does anything hurt?" He asked her immediately. "Do you think I'll be a good mother?" Jude says, voice hoarse. "Of course." Cardan answers. "How? How could I give anything I didn't experience? I grew taught by Madoc. What if our children end up the way I did?" She looks up to meet his sincere gaze. "Jude, you gave me many things you yourself lacked. I doubt you'd be a bad mother, look how I turned out. I believe a mostly drunken, irresponsible Fae would be harder to manage than a child. You'd do great. And when you can't do it, I'll help you. You won't even need to ask for it." Jude cries. Cries so hard Cardan wonders where all her tears come from. Still, he strokes her back comfortingly and until she falls back asleep, he tells her all the things he knew could assure her.

6 Months The High Queen was stroking her stomach when the High King entered their chamber. "Jude... You'd do absolutely fine as a mother. Had we not talked about this?" The King hastened his steps, immediately cupping the cheeks of his wife. The Queen chuckled, "I know. I believe what you had told me was enough to give me confidence in my future motherhood..." "Then?" He wondered what else she was worried about if not how she would do as a mother. They had enough riches to provide for the children, they had established their rule, what else was there to worry about? "Names." She says "We haven't thought of names." The King was overcome with relief. He had thought it had something to do with the child being human or Fae or maybe she wished the children to be introduced to the mortal realm. "What type of name would you like?" The King sat down beside the Queen. "Something significant." She leaned on his shoulder. "Such as?" "Alice..." She looked at the King in the eyes. The King smiled. He was about to say something but the Queen beat him to it. "Or something meaning river..." "River?" The High King wondered what it meant... "Oh." The King realized. "Oh." The realization sunk in.

7 Months By this time the King had refused the Queen to do anything in connection to the work he had dubbed 'fatigue-inducing'. Which means the King stressing, pushing himself to his limits and the Queen getting angered at him treating her 'like a child'. "I am no doll, Cardan!" The Queen shouts when the King, yet again, snatches the report she had in her hands. "I have been with you for long enough to know that Jude." The King tries to keep his voice steady. "Then let me do what I have to!" The King felt his patience coming to an end. "Look at yourself, Jude. You can't even walk properly! You waddle! You shouldn't strain yourself with anything more. Carrying one child is strenuous enough but you are carrying two!" The King raises his voice. Arms flailing about. "I was kidnapped, almost torn in half Cardan! I could do this! My using the thing in my head won't tire me so much!" She crosses her arms. "Stop being so witlessly dense Jude!" Jude held her stomach. Oh. He didn't mean those words to come out so forcefully... "Jude... I didn't-" He was about to explain but Jude had snatched the paper from his hands. "You didn't mean it? Then let me finish my responsibilities." She says, smug. Still, Cardan knows. She's hurt. He hurt her. She had always found sword fights better than words and raised voices. She'd be more sensitive to them now. He opens his arms. Cardan knew forcing a hug on her would only make her try to break free more. Asking for her voluntary gesture would be best. If she refuses, it would be fine. He'd just have to woo her. Jude accepts. She cries. "I'm sorry..." She says in between her sobs. "I just-- I don't like it... Doing nothing makes me feel weak... Useless..." She cries on his chest, words mostly choked out. "I was in the wrong... I shouldn't have shouted. I should have understood better. I'm sorry." He says in her hair. Leaving a few kisses. He lifts her head up. "I love you. Alright? I'll let you do it, under the condition that you force to finish nothing." "...Fine." She answers weakly. He guides her to their bed. Sitting her on his lap, lightly rocking her, he repeats his pleads for her forgiveness.

8 Months "Jude! What are you doing!?" The King's voice echoed through the halls of the palace. "It's fine! The doctor said I should exercise. Do you want my delivery to be difficult? Does my agony please you to such a point?" The Queen shouts back. At times like these, the attendants know to step back. They would not be able to do anything and they would only be punished for their meddling with the royal couple. "My dearest, even now as we are speaking you are holding a sword!" The King stomps his feet. Glaring at the Fae who dares look their way. "It's made of wood. It won't do any such to me!" By the time the Queen finishes her statement, the King is in front of her. The King tries to snatch the sword from her hands, he struggles quite a bit but only until the Queen lets go, by which he stumbles back. "It could hit you or worse hit your stomach." The King says heaving in air after the struggle for the wooden sword. "You could exercise but only with those mortal devices that Vivi brought. Swords are far too dangerous for you and our children." 9 Months The High King and Queen had gotten invited to a revel. Again. The revel would be held in the Court of Termites, an allied court. Still, the High King feels the need to be wary. The Queen's sisters had given him a generous amount of sources, all of which said that the last month of pregnancy would be most straining on the body of the woman. He wished not to add any more. She was the High Queen and he was the High King. He could ask for her to be excused from the event. But, Jude even when supposed to be weak and delicate remain obstinate as ever. "The land was able to protect me. You were able to protect me. I trust, shall anything happen, you'd protect us again." The Queen assures the King. Even without it though, they would still be going. Could he still refuse when they are already getting ready? Cardan had been guarded the whole time while heading to the revel. Making sure he could feel the Bomb and the Roach's presence. When they got to the venue, Lord Roiben and his consort greeted them. Talking to Lord Roiben, The King looked at Jude and her swelling stomach. "I had told you." He said. "I understand." The head of the Court of Termites nodded his head. "I offer my late congratulations to Your Majesties." He bows his head, this time to the Queen's direction. "We'll head in first." Kaye told the men. When she and the Queen are alone she asks if she minds meeting new Fae. Of course, Jude said she didn't mind. The Fae Jude had expected to meet were closer to an ally rather than a friend.

The female Fae's she was met with however, had asked her so many questions, so many words, she had protectively wrapped her hand around her stomach. The action had somehow become her defensive instinct. Something that, when done, makes her feel safe and assured that the teensy creatures inside her hadn't slipped out. "How does it feel to carry twins? Is it heavier?" One asked. "Does it feel different, human pregnancy?" Another leaned in. "I heard mortals glow when with child. True it seems." The other said, crossing her arms around her chest, eyes slitting. Another tried to rub her stomach, she backed away. It was an innocent gesture she knew, the Fae did look rather young. "Sorry." The young Fae looked very apologetic. "Had I truly forgotten to tell? Mortal pregnancy, is much more vulnerable than that of Fae. Mortal mothers are more caring of their children as they have as much a chance of losing their child as conceiving them." Kaye explained in Jude's place. "It's alright." Jude smiles, removing one hand from her stomach, only letting one on top. She guides the hand of the little Fae onto her stomach. After the scene, the atmosphere had turned a warmer, friendlier one. With Jude answering their questions and them giving her advice on motherhood And yes, Jude knew better, but to see the creatures she had expected to abhor her give counsel for the caring of her child warmed her heart tremendously. ~~~~~ A mix of sugar and spice, those nine months. Still, those times couldn't quite compare to the birthing of the royal children. Giving birth went quite fast or maybe it was because of the great commotion that ensued. When the Queen's water broke nobody was beside her. She panicked. Panicked real bad. "Cardan..?" She asked the empty room. She had peed her pants, she was about to give birth, and yet she didn't know which was more absurd. "Cardan!" She screamed. Heavy foot falls could be made out from outside the room and then BOOM! the door flew off its hinges -- quite literally. It had landed beside the table actually -- "What. Happened!?" The Queen finally looked up. The King was in the place of the door, legs apart, arms spread wide. "I peed my pants." She looked, still very pretty, but her expression had been ghastly. Eyes big as saucers, mouth hanging open, body frozen, trousers wet, hands holding-- or rather -- grasping and forcibly squeezing at the poor parchment in them. "Huh? I thought you were -" "I'm giving birth, you knuckle head!" With that the King carried the Queen in his arms, shouting orders for Tatterfell and the Bomb, for towels, warm water, and anything that could help childbirth. The Queen had finally been set down onto a bed, peaceful but not really. The attendants outside were running around like stormed mice, shouting "THE HIGH QUEEN IS GIVING BIRTH!! THE ROYAL CHILDREN ARE COMING!!" like an alert signal. In no time, the whole palace had been bombarded with the news. Cooks thinking of food to give a mortal who just gave birth. Attendants cleaning the floors, making sure not a spec of dust was in the palace. Others locking the doors to libraries and sword storehouses. With a lot of struggle the women were able to get the King out the room. When he heard Jude scream, he screamed. When another scream came, he held his hands over his ears, also screaming. "Can I really do nothing? She sounds as though she is getting butchered. Do mortal children crawl their way out of their birth giver?" Cardan looks back at Taryn, hysteria obvious in his eyes. "Cardan! Get Cardan in here!" Before Taryn could answer, Jude's voice came muffled from inside the room.

Cardan didn't think another second before dashing into the room. When he came in, he sees Jude holding onto two cloths coming from the ceiling, legs parted, Tatterfell between them. "Just a bit more!" The imp raises her voice to overlap the screaming. Cardan get's shaken awake and continues his walk to Jude and with a towel he wipes the beads of sweat on her forehead, swiping away the baby hairs. With a bit more screaming and a few more tugs, the prince was out into the world. Brown locks and eyes from his mother. Pale skin and tail from his father. With another set of screams and tugs, the princess was reunited with her parents and sibling. Raven hair, ebony eyes, and tail from her father. Rich tan skin from her mother.

~~~~~ Now, a week after their birth, it was time for the twins to rightfully receive their names. The High King and Queen headed to the throne room one child in each of their arms.

In front of the throne, a mat of grass was set. On that mat, they laid the future heirs to the crown.

Just like nuptials, giving names to Fae children was kept only to the child and parents. Names, after all, are the weakness of the Folk. The Queen raised her open arms. Tilting her head heavenward, eyes closed. "Sobriquet 'Alina'- " She speaks only for the ears of the infant. Putting her hands down, eyes opened, she bends at her knees to put her hands on the marble tiled floor. "Answer only to 'Alice Catalina Greenbriar'. One besides the name given to you shan't weaken, sway, nor hold authority over you." She whispers into the air, letting her words turn into crystalline mist. From underneath the little princess, grass grew greener, flowers budded. A branch of the throne circled protectively around the child; acceptance. The land accepted the princess. The Queen kneeled, bowing her head; a show of gratitude toward the land. Once the Queen had stood up, it was the King's turn to bless his child with a name. He opens his arms and just like the Queen, tilts his head upward after closing his eyes. "Sobriquet 'Veride'- " He sets forth a worthy name for his son. Repeating the gestures, words, and actions of the Queen, he lets his words turn into a warm glimmer of moonlight. "Answer only to 'Everild Wade Greenbriar'. One besides the name given to you shan't weaken, sway, nor hold authority over you." The same way it did to the princess, the grass around the little prince turned a vigorous shade, vibrant flowers sprouting from it. Forming a similar cot, the throne wrapped a branch around the prince. The King and Queen could only smile. Any words they could use was probably an understatement to the burning in their chests. ~~~~~ The Queen, King, and the royal children came out into the revelry.

Jude's foster father, former Grand General Madoc was the first to greet them. Looking intently at the boy he says "He looks very much like you, Your Majesty." he puts his gaze to Jude. "I believe so." Cardan answers in Jude's stead. "Would you like to hold them?" Jude wasn't going to ask such a thing but seeing the glint in Madoc's eyes, she felt it would be fine. "Would that be fine?" His time in the mortal world has rather calmed his want for bloodshed. It had given him time to think of what he had done, time to ease into the position of father. Holding the little prince and princess, he feels ready to embrace another position. "They're very precious." He looks alternately at the infants in his arms. More than ever, he feels he had missed so much of Elfhame. Of his foster daughter Jude. "I'm not so forgiving but, if the children are at ease with you… I'll learn." Jude tells her foster father, taking one of the infants from his arms. "You should enjoy the revelry." The King says taking the other. "I'm appreciative of the consideration your Majesties." The former General bows before blending into the crowd.

There was no wine in this celebration. All attendees were told to wear an unsparing amount of clothes. The songs sung were restrained. Still, the celebration felt just as merry as any other. ~~~~~

The King is starting to think the food he ate in the revel had some type of drug in it because even now, with sleepless nights haunting him. Cardan could not think of any better instance in his life. Having his daughter flailing her arms in his embrace, his son in his wife's arms, grabbing at her hair -- Yes, in this rather chaotic moment -- he feels as though he is walking through a grass field on a balmy summer day. And even the cold night air seeping in through the window could not overwhelm the warmth he had in his chest.

Now, poison only adds sweetness to his once bitter wine and the more he has, the more willing he is to drink.

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