#babby writes

[stardustcatcher]

Pretty Boy

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x Reader

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: SMUT (18+ minors DNI), swearing, needy subby-ish josh, dry humping, praise, fluff, josh being a lil sad (bc that indeed needs a warning), biting? like once, a lot of pet names cause i'm a slut for that, uhh i don't think there's anything else but let me know if i missed anything.

AN: babby posts writing?!? it's a christmas miracle! this has been in my drafts for literally ever but i kinda revised it and decided why the fuck not. idk if i'm really happy with it but i wanted to get something posted and i'm deep in josh land so this is what happened. heavily inspired by the need i have for josh to be in my lap. it's not my best and it's short but i hope you all enjoy it anyway :)

this is also my first time writing in second person and it wasn't as hard as i thought so maybe all my fics will be like that from now on, but with my inconsistency, who knows  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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You were sitting on the couch, glass of wine in hand reading your favorite book for the umpteenth time when you heard the front door slam. The jingling of keys were heard as they were set on the little hook by the door and you peeked over to where your beautiful lover stood, toeing off his shoes with a heavy sigh. Josh looked absolutely drained, hair disheveled, cheeks flushed, and shoulders tight with an unknown tension. Nevertheless, the sight of him made you smile. He’d been so busy recently, putting the finishing touches on the band’s newest album, and it felt like he hadn’t been home in ages. 

Josh trudged over to where you sat on the couch, his lips pursed in a slight pout as he bent down to kiss your forehead, then your nose, and then planted a chaste peck on your lips. “Hey, mama,” he said with a smile, though it didn’t reach his eyes and it seemed forced. 

“Hi, baby. How was work?” you asked, handing him the glass of wine knowing that he could probably use it. He sighed with a roll of his eyes and took a gulp of the red in the glass. 

“Don’t wanna talk about work,” he shook his head, running a hand down his tired face. You nodded, knowing that wasn’t true. Josh always said he didn’t want to talk about what was bothering him, but in fifteen minutes or less, he’d be venting. 

“Okay, we don’t have to talk. But come sit with me, I miss you,” you shut your book, laying it on the coffee table before patting the space beside you. Josh flopped down on the cushion, sinking into the softness before you cuddled up to his side, head on his chest and arm thrown around his waist. His hand made its way into your hair, smoothing it over and pressing his fingers lightly into your scalp. His lips left a kiss on your temple as you listened to the song of his heartbeat, his body heat warming you up. 

“How was your day? Hope it was better than mine,” he whispered, lips on your forehead. 

“Boring without you,” you answered. “I put those shelves up in the bedroom, did the laundry, and cleaned up the kitchen. Just stuff that needed to get done,” you shrugged and felt his chest rumble with a small laugh. 

“What a pretty little homemaker you are,” he chuckled.

“Shut up,” you laughed along with him, shoving his side playfully. “I’m happy you're home.”

“I’m happy to be home,” he replied with a hum. “Today was just not my day. Sam was extra late today and cranky, we found out that one of the takes for a song we recorded was almost completely unusable, Jake was being an ass, I didn’t get to eat lunch, and just to top it all off, I got a fucking flat tire on the way home,” Josh ranted, face becoming redder with each inconvenience he recalled. 

“I’m sorry, my love,” you pouted at him, genuinely upset that he had such a bad day. Josh was the sweetest, kindest man you’d ever met. He deserved nothing but the most wonderful days. “I can’t do much but would a cuddle help?” you asked hopefully, pushing yourself away from him and opening your arms welcomingly. Josh smiled, the first real one you’d seen, his pearly white perfect teeth on display, looking just a little bit happier at the suggestion. 

“A cuddle always helps,” he grinned. You readjusted yourself in your seat, lifting the blanket up with one hand and patting your lap with the other. 

Josh got up before plopping himself down in your lap, straddling you with a leg on the side of each hip. His head burrowed into your neck as you laid the blanket back over the both of you. Your left hand moved to his curls, raking your fingers through them while your right hand slid under the back of his shirt, nails training up and down his spine. He wrapped himself around you like a koala, inhaling the scent of your shampoo and body wash, taking slow deep breaths and calming himself. 

With his incessant need for constant physical touch, you’d found out early in your relationship that this was the ideal position for Josh to get what he needed to ground himself and calm down. Everyone needed to be held sometimes, and he was no exception. His arm tenderly wrapped around your waist as he gave you a squeeze, his breath warm and soothing against your neck. “Is there anything else on your mind, lover?” you asked, leaning your cheek against his head as you continued to rub his back. 

“Just miss you, I guess,” he mumbled into your skin. “Feels like forever since we’ve been like this. Miss holding you, being held by you. Miss your kisses, touching you, loving on you. Just miss you.”

“I miss you too, Josh,” you sighed, feeling tears well in your eyes at the thought of him feeling so starved for attention and affection and love. “But we’re here now, and you’re off for the next few days, aren’t you?”

He nodded, hair tickling your face. “Yeah, wanna spend them just like this,” he hummed, completely and utterly content. 

After a few moments he lifted his head, moving to rest his forehead against yours. His lips gently pressed into yours  and he melted against you even more, your hands moving to hold his hips. Your lips melded together as he poured all his love into you with a kiss that said I love you, I miss you, I need you. 

Josh deepened the kiss as his mouth parted, a tiny high pitched whine escaping his throat. His hands moved from behind you to tug at the bottom of your shirt. “Want it off,” he muttered against your lips. You smiled before pulling back, tugging your shirt off carelessly and tossing it behind you as he did the same with his own. He groaned at the sight of your naked chest and you could feel him grow hard in his pants from where he sat in your lap. “You’re so beautiful, mama,” Josh whispered before reconnecting your lips, his tongue immediately tangling with yours in a sloppy kiss. You swallowed the wanton moans and sighs that left him, gulping them down greedily as his hips began to move against you on their own accord. “Fuck,” he shuddered when his hips caught a particularly good spot.

“Feel good, sweet boy?” you asked, caressing his cheek with your thumb. His face was flushed and his eyes were clazed over with lust and love and pleasure. “It’s been so long, you must be real pent up, huh?”

“Yeah,” his breath hitched and eyes clenched shut as he ground his covered c ock against your lower stomach. “I had plans, y’know. Soon as I got home, was gonna make you cum on my tongue, then my fingers. Then I was going to fuck you, slow and sweet, just like you deserve.”

“We can still do all that, baby,” you kissed his neck, sucking and biting in all the places you knew drove him crazy. “But you deserve this, and you look so fucking pretty like this, Joshua.”

He keened high in his throat, the noise needy as his hands grappled at your sides, squeezing the soft flesh. “Say that again, please?”

“You like being called pretty, baby?” you whispered into his ear as his head dropped to your shoulder, his hips grinding faster against you now. “You wanna be my pretty good boy?”

“Yes,” he groaned, biting lightly at the junction of your neck and shoulder. “Gonna be so good for you, promise.”

“You already are, baby,” you said, and he was. Josh was the prettiest thing you’d ever seen, all the time. When he was on stage performing for thousands, when he was concentrating with his tongue poking between his lips, when he was sitting as still as he possibly could while getting his rhinestones applied, but he was especially pretty like this when he was sat on your lap, grinding his hips back and forth feverishly chasing that high that was building in the pit of his stomach. You kissed his bare shoulder, loving the feeling of his naked chest pressed against yours, how his hips rutted into you without care, how his neck and chest and ears were all blushed pretty pink. Your hands held his hips firmly, helping guide his movements, to grind him down on you just a little bit harder. “You’re always so good for me, Josh. So good to me. No one has ever loved me like you do, cared for me like you do, fucked me like to do, made me cum like you do. My best boy, the sweetest boy in the world, and you’re all mine. Aren’t you?”

“All yours, all fucking yours,” he gasped and lifted his head and threw it back, an expression of pure bliss etched onto his god-like face. 

“God, I’m the luckiest woman in the world. Do you know how many people would kill to see you like this and I get it all the time, anytime I want,” you mouthed at his collar bones and moved one hand from his hip to cup the bulge in his pants. “You’re so hard, pretty boy. This must hurt. You wanna cum?”

“So bad,” he nodded, his back arching while he ground into the palm of your hand. You could almost feel him throb through his pants. 

“Go ahead, cum for me,” you leaned up to capture his lips once more. “Just like this. I wanna see it.”

“But my pants,” he whined but didn’t stop or slow his movements. 

“I don’t care, and I don’t think you do either. Now c’mon, make a mess, pretty boy.”

A broken moan clawed from the deep within his chest as his hips stuttered against you and a warm wet spot blossomed on the front of his pants, darkening the fabric. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he cried before slowing the movement of his hips gradually, riding out his high. 

When it finally died down, he slumped forward and pressed a row of kisses across your shoulder, breaths coming out in heavy pants. “Feel better?” you asked, hand tangling in his hair once more. 

“So much,” he smiled with an airy, fucked out giggle. “Thank you, darling. I needed that so bad, you have no idea.”

“Anything for my pretty boy,” you ran a hand over his warm face before tapping his hip. “Now get up and I’ll run us a bath, then we can order-in dinner. How does that sound?”

“Like heaven.”

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taglist: @peachpitpearls @alexxavicry @spark-my-nature

#josh kiszka x reader #josh kiszka imagine #josh kiszka fic #josh kiszka smut #greta van fleet x reader #greta van smut #greta van fic #gvf fic #gvf smut #josh kiszka #greta van fleet #babby writes

[loupy-mongoose]

Lil speech guide: Randy's speech Jamie's speech (Pokespeak will be in parentheses.)

It got pretty long, so under the Bar it goes!

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Jamie, the Gardevoir, and the three Lindens stood locked in tense silence. Randy fought to string together an explanation that wouldn't give away too much, while also trying to gauge Akoya's stance.

Jamie was the first to break the silence. Her expression hardened, her eyes displaying a sharp fury. Well? I'm not letting you a step further until I know it's not a threat.

The pointed stick in her hand lowered to point toward the family, and her authoritative tone chilled Randy. She meant business, which didn't help ease the man's racing mind.

Akoya answered before Randy could, her voice a bit too defensive in his opinion. It's none of your business what's in our bag. It's stuff for travel! What's wrong with that?!

Jamie clearly didn't believe her for a second. Her icy eyes bore into the white haired visitor. I won't tolerate a threat at my home. Tell me what's in there, or you WILL leave. Her eyes flashed ominously. Or worse.

Feeling a wave of protectiveness, Randy shuffled to stand in front of Akoya and Lavender. He hoped they couldn't feel the surge of utter dread that coursed through his body.

Listen, Jamie. He tried to keep his voice low, level, and non-threatening. What's in that bag is very precious to us, and we can't show you out here where others might see it. If we can go somewhere private, then maybe we can work something out.

He felt the sharp jab of Akoya's disapproval from behind him. Between her and the protesting red-head in front of them, he felt his resolve being wringed out of him.

Jamie stood still, her glare unwavering. After a moment, her head lifted slightly as she addressed their Pokemon company in an strong bark. (Darren, Sheila, Percy, please hide us with your wings.)

Percy and Darren gave startled, bewildered looks, while Sheila tilted her head and chuffed questioningly. But they did as she asked, reaching out to their widest wingspans, touching tip-to-tip with each other.

The Lindens hesitantly shuffled to adjust their positions as their space shrank.

There. Jamie eyed them all closely You wanted somewhere private; this is it. If you still won't show me, you'll have to leave.

Randy and Akoya glanced nervously at each other.

What could be done?

They came to a silent agreement.

Akoya turned back to Jamie, giving her a glare that verged on desperation. We're showing you because you forced our hand. NOT because we trust you. If you try anything...

To Randy's surprise, he caught a falter in Jamie's resolve, and something changed. A new expression slipped into her demeanor, if only barely.

Curiosity.

The look on Jamie's face turned from shock to determination.

Swiftly she addressed her three winged Pokemon. (Spread the word; we need to find a little pink Mew with blue accents. It is to be brought back to these three safely and secretly.)

The three beasts nodded in sincerity and took off.

Persim poked his head of of the bag, his face etched in horror, while Momo was shrieking. Stay in there for now, Perzi. Randy's voice was shaky, but reassuring. We'll handle it. Could you please try to calm Momo down?

The orange feline nodded uncertainly and ducked back into the bag. Randy saw a green bubble form in it as he zipped it shut. Momo's screams went quiet, but he knew it was just contained by the bubble. Poor Persim...

The red-headed girl looked solemnly at the devastated family, her expression softer than any of them had seen from her yet. I'm truly sorry about that... I promise you all, this is the best place for a Pokemon like them to be lost at. There will be lots of good Pokemon looking for them, and any humans will be curious at worst. It might scare them, but nobody will hurt them.

I would've done things differently if I'd known they were in there...

Akoya gave up looking nearby for her son and took a breath. She turned to Jamie, for once without venom. Listen, Jamie, with all due respect, we'll be able to find him easier than your little... network, or whatever you have here. He's gotta be terrified! He might just keep teleporting away if strangers find him, human or Pokemon...

Jamie folded her arms with a hesitant nod. You're free to search too, if you think so. Maybe you're right, and he'll only show for you guys. But if anyone spots him, I'll hear of it, so I'd best stick with you.

Akoya gave an uncertain look and opened her mouth to speak. But, feeling her about to protest, Randy interrupted her. We can talk later. Let's go find Midas.

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New skill acquired~

And just for the fun of it, I'm uh... gonna share some of the (very) rough sketches I did for this part, because I find them hilarious.

Luna (my cat) randomly decided to leave the comfort of her cat tower to come lay on my arm. The trouble was, it was my drawing arm. So I made due. XD

#Linden Roots #art #comic #writing #full #babbies #mite #she's there too #Just not visible. #She's doing her thing and hiding in the floof. #I'm sure Jamie's gonna have a fun time meeting her~ :)

[neverevan]

EVAN BUCKLEY + kisses 4/? + bonus forehead touch

#if you ever wondered why I write so many buddie forehead touches this is why #also this concludes season 1 for the kisses #as much as i love abby i was not keen on the season 1 filter i have to say #evan buckley #abby clark #babby #911 #911 abc #911 1x10 #my stuff #my gif #buckkisses

[madds-is-ace-trash]

Chapter 8: Visiting Hours

Summary: Danny gets to go to the library, Jason meets the baby, Dicks co workers thought they saw this coming, and Clark talks to the boys.

Come read on Ao3

This chapter took a while but here it is!

Warning this chapter dose include this Fics mandatory dick joke but its one and pretty short.

Ok Serious warnings, This chapter includes more mentions of Dannys injuries, References to past child abuse and trauma. This chapter also includes a bit of self digression. If any of this makes you uncomfortable please feel free to skip.

Dick woke up with a yawn. As he stretched his arms up over his head, he felt a weight tug and wiggle against his side. Looking down, he spotted a mop of messy jet black hair, sticking up off his son's (and yes dick had made that mental leap dammit) head as if defying gravity. After Danny’s display of power and their talk with Clark, Danny refused to let Dick leave his sight. He thought it was cute the way Danny clung to him. 

  The kid had obviously been touched-starved, melting at any sign of affection and Dick was glad to provide it last night but… But this morning he had to go into the station. He had already skipped yesterday and he could only have so many “family emergencies” in one year. Gordon would have his head if he was late. 

  Wait…. frick! Who was going to watch Danny? All his brothers either had school or work. Cass had a case she was working on, same with Steph, he… he can’t leave him with Jason.  Don’t get him wrong, he loves Jaylad but they aren’t on the best of terms at the moment. B would drop whatever he had in a heartbeat but he can’t just leave Danny with Bruce. Danny can barely coexist in the man’s presence. He can’t ask Al. He’s got too much on his plate already. 

  Well, only one option left. Looks like he's gotta call Babs. 

  And as if on cue, seriously could Danny read his mind? Danny’s eyes flutter open as he pushes himself up. “ Pa? Good morning” Danny grumbles sleepily. 

  “Morning, North Star,” he ruffles Danny’s hair, sending the already chaotic mess in every direction. His chest swelling at the name. Danny had called him papa last night as he drifted off, it seemed like it stuck. “How would you feel if you got to spend the next few days hanging out at a library while I’m at work?” 

  “A library!? We can go! Really?” Danny shot up, eyes lighting up with excitement, the boy curls in a little pulling tension away from his stitches.  

  “Yes, buddy! Imma ask if my friend can watch ya for a bit. She works at the library. I'm sure she would love to have you.” Dick grabbed his phone.

  You-Can’t-Hide-Your-Sins

Of course I would love to watch Danny 

  Disco-Never-Dies

I didn’t even..

  You know what, whatever, thanks a ton babs I owe ya!

  You-Can’t-Hide-Your-Sins

You can pay me back by making sure you pack that kid a lunch when you send him 

  Disco-Never-Dies

Np! 

  “ She said yes, we’re in the clear little man.” He ruffled the boy's hair again only for him to squeak in retaliation, but did not actually pull away from the touch.  Dick hopped out of bed, wandering over to his closet as Danny hung on to his sleeve as he floated behind him. 

  Dick laid out the pieces of his uniform on his bed. Then he reached over by the night stand and pulled a bag off of the floor. Out of it, he pulled out a t-shirt that had a cartoon bear made of stars and a pair of sweatpants. He also laid out Danny some clean underwear and socks. Duke had dropped the bag off this morning, apparently he stopped by a little mom and pop clothing store that morning when he ran out to grab something for Al. Why the store was open at 4:30 am Dick will never know. Danny hovered, peaking over Dicks shoulder as he arranged their outfits for the day. 

  “Ok Danny, can you take your shirt off so I can clean your stitches?” Danny curled himself into a ball mid air, defensively clutching the shirt he had on in his hands. He was still so protective over his chest, he had trusted dick enough to sleep next to him but not to clean his wounds? “ We just need to clean the area with some alcohol wipes.I promise no more, no less.” He raised his hands into the air showing the pack of alcohol pads he held in one hand and the dry gauze in the other. 

  “Promise?” Danny asked, his voice low and soft. Like if someone overheard him the world would crumble. 

  “Yes, of course.” Dick thought for a minute about the boy's past instances about doing anything related to his chest himself.”Tell ya what, how about we do it together? Would it make you feel better if you got help?” Danny nodded. Dick scooped the boy out of the air and into his arm and made his way to the bathroom attached to his bedroom. 

  The rest of the boys' morning went relatively smoothly. Danny’s stitchings looked good. He let Danny dress himself in the bathroom. While he got into uniform, on the other side of the door in the room to give him some privacy, Dick helped Danny comb his hair, and then the boys brushed their teeth and headed down stairs. When they got downstairs, Alfred had packed Danny a To-go bag. It was in a black drawstring that Damian had brought home from school one day. Al had packed him lunch and some snacks. Dick couldn’t thank him enough. 

  Danny scarfed down his breakfast and he and Dick were off, borrowing Cass's car (she had picked up a car seat) and making their way to Gotham library. 

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James was having a lovely morning, he really was.  Shoot, he even decided that he was going to walk to the station this morning. You know, exercise and all that jazz.  However, that nice peaceful morning was thrown out the window when Officer Grayson pulled up by the library as he was walking past. 

  Grayson just pulling up wasn't what ruined his morning. No, in fact, James thought Dick was a swell guy. It was when he walked around to his back seat and pulled out a kid ! Like a whole ass child. Young too, no way it was his youngest brother. And the kid was small, so very small. When did Bruce Wayne pick up a new kid?  Was this the family emergency he called out for? His dad scooping up another kid? Grayson didn't even live at home any more. Why was it his problem? 

  “ Star shine if you don't calm down, you're gonna float away at this rate,” Dick giggled at the boy in his arms. 

  “But papa, I can't help it!” The boy jumped for joy as Dick set him down to lead him up the steps. “Do you think they're gonna have a book on the Mars rovers?” Wait a minute, Papa. Shit this wasn't just some kid his dad picked up, this was Grayson's kid. When the hell did he have a kid? He looked like he was what, maybe 3, and to his knowledge, Dick was still sleeping around.

  “Ok Danny, one sec. Can I get a picture?”  The boy, whose name is Danny apparently, whipped around an eager expression on his face, “ I'll be fast, promise. Then you can go have your day with Aunty Barbara.”  

  “Ok but just a quick one!” Danny smiled for the camera holding on to the straps of a drawstring backpack with excitement. 

  “ Ok got it! Have fun and be good, ok? If you need anything, you can have Babs call me, ok?” the boy nodded in agreement. “I'll come get you after work.” With that, Barbra opens the door to the library, gestring for the small boy to follow her inside. Dick walks back to his car, glancing over his shoulder at the library one more time before driving off. 

  James stood on the sidewalk, blankly staring off into space, trying to process what he had just witnessed. By the time he snapped out of it and checked his phone, there was no way he was going to make it to the station on time. There went his peaceful morning as now he was going to have to run to work!

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  Danny followed the women through the doors and into the library. His core was humming with excitement as he tried his best to keep his feet on the ground.  Danny took a moment to take in the size of the library, the multiple floors lined with books seeming to stretch for miles.  He hopped in place, flapping his hands so fast he might generate enough lift to get him off the ground with that alone. 

  “Glad to see you're excited,” the woman chucked off to the side as she shut the door. “ Honestly you might give Jason a run for his money.” 

  “Which ones Jason agia-” Danny cut himself off as he turned to face Barbra. Her hair was red, like the warm tones of a sunset.  Fuzzy memories danced through Danny's head of smiles and kind words, of safety, of warmth. He felt himself lift into the air; shoot, he wasn't supposed to do that. But she nevered cared. The one who made sure he got the feed. The one who sat by his side and held his hand when the yelling was too loud. He can't. Why can't he remember her name? Why did she leave? This isn't her. this woman's different.  She's not-

  “Danny, are you ok?” She asked in a calm voice, a hand outstretched,offering for him to take it. Danny scans her up and down, noticing the woman is on wheels, yet despite that Gotham wraps around her. She is one of hers so she's safe. She has to be safe.  “ Danny, it's ok. I'm here.” 

  Red was safe.

  Red was home.

  Danny’s core screamed SAFE, LONGING, SAFE, TRUST, LIKE HER.

  So Danny takes her hand, letting her guide him back to the ground. When his feet make contact, he remembered to breathe. “Your chair is cool.” He blurts out trying to break the tension.

  “ I..oh.. my.. pfff” she chuckles, placing her hand over mouth in a attempt to hold the laughter in. A gentle smile settles on her face, “Are you alright? You kinda froze.” 

  “Yhea I’m sorry,” Danny tugs on the strings of the backpack, twirling them in his fingers. “ You just reminded me of someone for a sec. I'm sorry.” 

  To Danny’s relief, she seemed to move on from it pretty fast. “ We’ll let's get you set up for the day, hm? “  she rolled over to a group of tables set up behind the front desk of the library. It was probably meant so people could sit in the library to study. “ You can pick a table and set up shop. That way if you need me, I’ll be right here,” she gestured over to the raised front desk, “ Dick said you like to read,so if there’s anything you would like I would be more than happy to help you find it.”

  Barbra took her place at the desk while Danny set up. He hung his bag on the back of his chair, pulling out the metal thermos of water he had been sent with. He placed it on the table so he would have it when he needed it. He remembered someone always nagging him that he needed to drink more water( as well as get more sleep, and study ect.) He asked her where the astronomy section was. She pointed him in the direction and off he marched. Scanning the shelf of slightly dusty books at his eye level, he still wanted to see if he could find a book on rovers.  

  When the books at eye level didn't seem to hold what he was looking for, Danny looked around, making sure no one else would see him forfeit gravity. He lifted into the air sitting with his legs crossed as he scanned the shelf. When he found a book,  cataloging the building and launch of Spirit and Opportunity, the book was big, about the same size as his whole torso. But Danny didn't care, as he landed back on the ground and made his way back to the table with his new treasure. 

  Danny laid the book out on the table, his core humming with content excitement. He hadn't gotten to read much lately; not from what he could remember. So he buried his nose in his book, the sound of thunder rolling gently over the library. 

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  The day dragged on and on  and Barbra was busier than she thought. Between helping Signal  on his patrol and the watch parts that Tim sent her, she got pretty busy. So busy in fact that Danny pretty much went ignored all afternoon. Not that he seemed to mind. The boy sat at the table taking books back and forth from the self to the table. Even after Barba informed him he could just leave them on the cart and she would get them.  

  One or two other people stopped by early afternoon, Danny seeming to tense when he was walking by. Sad really,the poor boy. “Excuse me miss,” a male voice called from the front of the counter. 

  “Oh yes I’m sorry. How may I help you.” She tucked away the Tech she was working on. 

  “I need some help finding a book? I went and checked the cards but I can’t find it on the self.” The man in his 50s explained politely. 

  “I’ll be more than happy to help you find it. what book are you looking for?” 

  “It called—“

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  Jason sat in his apartment reading a book on his couch, a rare occasion these days. But something itched at the back of his mind. This weird desire to go, protect, help.  But where, Jason had no idea. He felt so restless. 

  He pulled out his phone scrolling threw last night’s group chat. His brother brought home a kid. Planned to keep sucker too; the whole family worked out his cover story late last night from the sound of it, though he was in pretty bad shape. He hated it when people targeted kids. He wouldn’t stand for it. 

  Wait,Babs said she was gonna watch him right? Maybe if Jason met the kid, he could get a lead on who’s skull he needs to cave in for thinking they can get away with torturing children. Maybe it will quit this never ending itch to go do something . 

  Jason changes into his civis, still Bolstering a leather jacket and a hidden gun. He hops on his bike and sets off for Gothams library. 

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  “Danny, what are you doing!” Barbra calls as she returns to the front of the library only to see Danny at the table tinkering with the watch. The busted watch that Tim had sent her because he couldn’t fix it. 

  “I…I!” Danny stuttered and froze a screwdriver in his hand.

  Barbra Rolled over and snatched the device from the boy.” Danny! that could be dangerous what were you-“  she looks at the watch in her hand. The now fixed and working watch is in her hands. “Danny did you?”

  “I’m *hic* sorry please I. I just wanted. Help” Danny started sniffing, tears falling down his cheeks as he held his arms  up to shield himself. Did? Did he think she was going to hit him? Oh no. 

  “Danny I’m sorry for yelling. You fixed it! That’s amazing!” She set a hand gently on his, guiding his arms back into his lap. “ I was just worried you could have hurt yourself. I’m sorry for snapping.”  He held his eye shut,still leaning away like he was waiting, waiting for something Barbra would never dare do. “How did you know how to fix it? Do you like fixing stuff like this?” 

   “I’m sorry I just….” His breath was shaky as he opened his eyes and fiddled with his hands. “ I just. I fix stuff, I like to fix stuff I used to help sometimes I just.”  His breath picking up again almost to the point of hyperventilating. 

  “Hey it’s ok. Thank you for helping me. I appreciate it. How about next time you just ask first ok?”

  “Mhm I…I can do that.”

  “ Ok how about we have some lunch hmm? I heard Al packed it. He would be sad if you didn’t eat it.” 

  “Ok Yhea, I can eat.”

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  You-Can’t-Hide-Your-Sins

The van is definitely connected to Danny. The  watch that me and Tim couldn’t figure out. The kid just fixed it in the 10 minutes it took for me to help someone find a book. 

  Caffeine-High is typing…

  ————————————————————

Dick walked in through the front doors giving the receptionist a polite nod as he made his way to the check-in clock. 

  “Officer Grayson! Good to see you’ve made it in time.” The commissioner called from his office that was down the hall from where the check-in clock was, his door wide open. 

  “Yhea, I’m sorry about yesterday,” Dick gave the man an apologetic smile, “ I had a bit of a situation I had to take care of.” 

  “ It’s quite alright, emergencies happen. However Officer Grayson, your reports are still due by the end of the night.” The older man said, his voice gave away no malice. 

  “Yes sir. I’ll be sure to have them in.” Great. Now he would have to stay cooped up at the station. He was hoping to at least get to go on patrol. After all, he wanted to swing by that alley in the daylight to look for any more clues to where Danny had come from.  From the looks of it, he was gonna have to see if Duke could make time. 

  Hours rolled on with Dick filling out his reports and paperwork. And on top of that, he was also reviewing some of his colleagues’ reports as well. A few of Gothams police officers aren’t above tweaking reports for their own gain. 

  “Hey Grayson, so when were you gonna show us your little guy?” James leaned up against the side of Dick’s desk leaning on both of his arms. Dick quickly closed the reports he had been checking. 

  “Ok wait, hold on there Kirk, first of all, I don’t typically swing that way. Second of all, we’re at work man. I’m not just gonna whip it out. Third of all-“

  “No! Oh my God,no. Your kid man! When were you gonna tell us you had a kid? “ The sudden shout had caught the attention of all of the officers in the office space. 

  “I um uhh-“ Dick stumbled over what to say. What in the world was Officer Kirk talking about.

  “Grayson has a kid!?” one of the other officers rushed his desk. “Since when?” 

  “Guys I-” James cut Dick off again.

  “Must have been for a hot minute . Saw him dropping the kid off at the library. Kids gotta be like 3 or 4.” Shit this wasn't happening, not yet. Dick was gonna claim Danny anyway but he hoped he had more time to get the paperwork in order for the cover story. 

  “Look guys I just,” the other officers gathered around his desk. Those who weren't were doing a terrible job at pretending they weren't listening.

  “I wanna see the baby!” Georgia rushed his desk, pushing through the small group to get to the front.”Show us a picture!”

  Dick stuck his hands up in the air leaning back in his chair away from the ecstatic women who rushed his desk. “ He’s not exactly a baby, guys.” 

  “I don’t care, you do have photos don’t you?” Of course dick had photos he took plenty yesterday but those were the only ones he had. But if he had all those photos of Dami he always showed, and none of his supposed son. 

  Dang it photos it was. “ Fine, fine just give me a second.”  Dick pretended like he couldn’t find the photo app given him enough time to send a text saying that whatever cover story they had they were going to have to stick to it because the cats were out of the bag. “Oh and here we go!” He turned his phone around the image of Danny he took this morning on his screen. 

  A rupture of coos and complaints followed. “He looks just like you!” she leaned into the phone. “ his nose is different though and his freckles! Oh my look at him!” 

  “What's all this commotion?” Gordan barked as he made his way into the office space. 

  “ oh nothing just that Grayson has been hiding the cutest little munchkin.” Officer Georgia Leimon bounced on her heels. 

  “ A munchkin?” The commissioner questioned. Dick wasn’t exactly hiding Damian, in fact he showed him off like a-

  “Yhea Grayson has joined the dad club.” Kirk added. “How the mighty have fallen.” 

  “Get back to work, all of you.” He said exasperated, dick felt him, sometimes the station felt more like a high school then a police station with all the drama. 

  “ Grayson, may I talk to you?”  The commissioner asked, a hand placed on his shoulder after everyone had gone about their business.

  “Yes sir,” dick stood, his stance slumped. He was so tired his muscles were still aching from the bust before he found Danny. His shoulder felt awkward in its socket where Danny had grabbed him in panic. 

  Gordan led dick back to his office, closing the door Behind him. “ you look tired son,” gordan said gesturing for dick to sit down on the opposite side of his desk.  Dick took him up on the offer. 

  “You have no idea,” dick chuckled to himself. It's not the first time dicks come to work half dead and most likely won't be the last. Especially not until they figure out where Danny came from. 

  “I understand new babies can be hard, if you-” the older man began.

  “Dannys not a baby,” dick released a breath sinking into the chair. “ He's about 6 actually, I only found out about him the other day.” 

  “Oh? If you don't mind me asking why only now. I know you well enough to know if you did have a kid you would never shut up about him.” 

  Here go’s nothing, dick pulls out his phone, sending the group chat a quick text saying the story made its way to Gordon. Then he pulls up the photo album he had( yea he already made Danny his own folder sue him) of danny on his phone. Handing the phone to the older man. “ I met his mother when we're teenagers, she never told me she got pregnant. After a bit she just cut contact I just figures she was done with me. Apparently, she had Danny in secret and married some guy. “ Dick elapsed his hand over his knees. “She didn't want Danny but I guess she felt obligated to keep him, lets just say that didn't exactly lead to the best environment.” 

  “So how did you find out about him?” the older man asked gently. Gordan could tell by looking at the boy that he was not well taken care of. He was small for a boy his age, And his wrist to thin, his eyes had heavy bags, and his skin was pale.

  “ His uncle took him, rescued him even. Then the guy called me, I have no idea how he got my number. He called me saying that he had my son and he was bad and he needed me.” Dick began to fidget with the sleeve of his uniform. “ Even if there was a chance Danny wasn't mine I couldn't just leave this kid there so I drove to meet him the night before I called off. When I got there I just knew, I took one look at him and knew he was mine.” A soft smile crossed his lips,” took him for a check up and the blood work all but confirmed it.” 

  “and when you say he wasn’t in the best environment, is that affecting him?” Gordon handed dick his phone content with the pictures he saw. 

  “You have no idea,” dick chuckled grimly. “ obviously other than the lack of nutrition and him being way too small for his age, he’s kind of sickly and his socialization is totally messed up. He’s clingy and easily scared. He doesn’t really understand normal social cues. And that not even getting in to all the signs of abuse-“ dick stops himself

 taking a shaky breath. 

  “I’m sorry that sounds difficult ,” Gordon try to reassure him. 

  “Yeah I just… I just wish I got to him sooner” dick couldn’t bring himself to look the older man in the eyes. He was supposed to be a cop, he was supposed to be a hero, yet Danny managed to slip through the cracks. Something so terrible happened right under his nose. 

  “Don’t beat yourself up Grayson, you couldn’t have know. What matters is you're here for him now.”

  “Yeah well we’re on the topic I really need my weekend off, you know normally I don’t mind coming in but we’re still trying to get him settled.” 

  “Yes of course, if you don’t mind me asking where is he now?” 

  “He’s actually spending the day with Barbra at the library, little man loves books.” Dick smile returns his shoulders releasing some tension he didn’t realize he was holding.

  “Perfect, I was going to go out to dinner with her anyway. We can go together. I would love to meet your son.” 

  “Yeah ok,” dick said, doing his best not to internally panic. “Just um come get me when you're ready to head out I dove today.” 

  “Of course,” he got up, walking out of the office and shutting the door behind him.

  Shiiiiiiiiiit

  ———————————————————————

  Jason’s head was fuzzy, something rumbling in his chest. He parks his bike behind the library tucked away from prying eyes. He locks it just in case.

  He then walked to the front, something scratching at his mind to go. Something telling to find.   No matter what he did he was having a hard time ignoring it as the storm that had been brewing finally decided to drizzle. Forcing him to the entrance faster in fear of being soaked. As he crosses the threshold he spy’s a suspicious amount of tennagers all cluttered around the tables that take up the library’s open space. One of the schools must be doing a big project or something. Danny is nowhere to be seen amongst the hoards of students. He sends a wave to babs who seem Stuck helping groups of teens find books. She shoots him a smile and then gives a nod Towards one of the isles of books. 

  That must be where Danny went. As Jason makes his way through the strangely dimly lit corridor, the static in his head reduces itself to a soft hum in the back of his ears. He sees a small figure in the distance back turned as they gaze off into Gotham's dark stormy sky through a bay window. As he moves forward quietly and slowly, he doesn't realize he's holding his breath until a cool chill shocks him forcing him to take a gasp of air. Before Jason can even blink-

  ~Thunk~

  Something metal crashes in his skull as he fumbles to catch it in his surprised state. Holding the object in his hand, he realizes that it is one of Tim's thermoses. Did? Did the kid just throw a thermos at his head… he slowly trails his gaze back to the window. Ice blue eyes staring into his soul. The boy before him propping himself up on one hand, his other still outstretched like it froze the minute the metal container left his hand. He's panting his whole body shaking like a newborn foul.  Princkling cold stabs at the back of his neck. The noise in his head screaming mine, scared,  fix, mine. 

  Thunder rolls threw the clouds outside the window framing the boy's shaky state. O̴̙͑ú̸̮r̸̝̈́ś̷̠ ̶͕̍ . The static from the storm corrects. A presser Jason was holding in his chest released as Danny leaned back still shaking but instead of fear, it was with the strain of holding back tears. Jason stepped forward, his hand out reached and Danny leaned in to meet it . A silent conversation passes between the two as they make contact. 

  ᴴᵘʳᵗ, ˢᶜᵃʳᵉᵈ

  Safe,  ours

ᵀᶦʳᵉᵈ, ᴳᵒⁿᵉ

Safe, same , here

They said nothing yet everything as Jason continued forward his body meeting Danny's at the seat to the bay window as he pulled the boy into a hug. If Jason could he would shield him forever. Something deep inside him sang. This boy was important, this boy was home, this boy was meant to be safe. As Danny went slack with exhaustion, Jay loosened his grip, sliding off his jacket and draping it over the child's shoulders. Pulling the kid into his chest as he joins him on the soft surface, gently guiding his head to rest in his chest. 

  Tears trickled down Danny's face as he tugged on Jay's shirt. “ I'm so sorry, I'm so so sorry.” the boy mumbles softly and Jasons knows it's not just about the thermos that he threw at him. It is deeper, a sorrow that Jason feels with every fiber of his being as Danny's hand easily finds the spot on his head where the crowbar hit him, to the center if his autopsy is scar, even without being able to see it. He feels seen, an apology so sincere ,as Jason rubs his hands along Danny back doing his best to get the boy to sleep. 

  “Me to kid, me to.” Jason finally manages to choke out as the kids' eyes flutter shut. Jason takes his other hand as wipes away his cold tears from the boy's cheeks. The rain pattering against the window pain. Jason welcomes the sound like an old friend. 

  After all the rain had been the first thing to greet him as he clawed his way out of the dirt. When his lungs were full of soil and he couldn't even scream, it had been the rain that came to welcome him. 

  Jason's eyes finally felt heavy danny's bone deep 

exhaustion becoming contagious, for the first time since he clawed his way out his grave His head is quiet. He goes to close Danny's abandoned book. A white flower adorns the page. 

  White Chrysanthemums

        These flowers are often left at graves as a sign of grief and lamentation……

  His eyes trail the first few lines and he shuts the book. A deep Sigh escaped his chest. With the rain, his new nephew and the newfound silence, for the first time he truly rests. 

  —-------------------------------------------------------------------------

Clark hovered in front of Lois’s door unsure of how to break the current situation to Jon. He already called Lois the other night telling her to keep the boy home from school and he had been pretty bummed. He always looks forward to his classes with Damian now that they both went to Gotham Academy. But how does he explain this? Even he doesn't have all the details. Kon already shut down according to ma locking himself in his room, culled up under his covers. He doesn't want to freak out jon too, but he needs to make sure he doesn't go sneaking off. 

  Lois flings the door open eyeing Clark with a disappointment look, “ please don't tell me buces is 

Brooding is contagious. Is not a very fitting look for you boy scout.” 

  Clark lets out a strained chuckle. Things may have not worked out between them but she would always be a dear friend to Clark. “Bruce's boys said the same thing, “ he lets out as sighs some of the tension in his shoulder relaxing at the exhale. 

  “Do you wanna come in? Jon said you've been standing here for like 5 minutes.” a slight tinge of worry creeping into her voice. 

  “Yes that would be nice thank you,” Clark crosses through the doorway only to be slammed in to by Jon. He pulls him in to a big hug but he can hear the boy's heart quiver with worry. “Why hello there, it's good to see you too baby.” Clark chuckles as he rubs the boys hair playfully. 

  “Dad! Why can't we go to Gotham? I was supposed to have a sleepover this weekend with dami.And what about school?” Jon pulled back, pouting slightly. 

  “Well I have good news about that, but I umm…” Clark rubs at the back of his neck, “I also have some bad news, I think we should sit for this.” 

  Lois guided the two to her living room, Jon clinging to Clark's trousers with anxiety. As they walked around the well-loved sofa to take a seat. 

  “ What's going on Clark,” Lois finally breaks the silence that had fallen upon the room, her interviewing gaze forced upon Clark. He hated being on the receiving end of that glare, it's pointed and demanding despite its polite appearance. 

  “Well let's start with the bad news,” clack leaned forward lacing his hands together, “ we think we found another clone.” 

  Lois flinched, “ ok that's bad news but I don't see how that bars you from going to Gotham, shouldn't you be there to help handle it?” 

  “No because it's not just a clone,” he glances at his little boy knowing that if he kicked him out he would only listen in, “ we believe he was used to test and exploit Kryptonian weakness. He also has a different power build then me, Jon or conner.He.... was left abound in an alley, there was a lot of blood, and a note, but no body. We have no idea where he came from.” 

  “Why do you think he was being tested on? Did he say so?” 

  “He’s… shoot Lois… he’s covered in scars from head to toe, he thinks you play tag with guns,  and they…”

  “They what Clark?”

  “They vivisected him, and put a piece of that damn green rock inside of him. It’s in his bloodstream,when he bleeds it contains green flecks. We can’t even get him properly tested because he’s terrified.” Clark squeezed his hands together, his knuckles going white, “ and on top of all that they kept him a child, he didn’t get aged up like Conner did.”

  “How..how old is he?” A new voice called from the entryway to the kitchen. It was Kon, shock in his tear stained face and his fist shook at his sides. 

  “Oh my baby boy”, Clark called, stretching his arms out for Conner to join him. 

  Conner did not come closer.

  “How. old. is. he. dad.” 

  “Six at most, but he's small,so very small.” Clark gestures about Danny’s height. 

  Tears once again fall down Conner's cheeks he collapses forward into Clark’s arms. He lets him sit there and sob as he brings his hands up to hold him. 

  “But dad, you said there was good news?” Jon tugs at his shirt, his voice begging for a twinge of hope. 

  “Good news is, he bounded with Dick so he is in the care of the bats.” Lois made a sound of agreement, the gears in her head clearly turning. “ and he and Dick are coming to the farm this weekend, I'm sure if I ask Damian can come along.” 

  Jon gave Clark a weak smile clearly still worried but doing his best to look on the bright side. 

  “Does he have a name?” Lois asked,” leaning back in her chair, hand on her chin. 

  “Danny, his name is Danny.” 

  “Yhea well when we find the fuckers who did this to Danny… they're gonna have hell to pay.” Kon muttered in to his chest. 

  And for all Clarck was a Boy Scout, he couldn’t help but agree. 

  ————————————————————————

Tim sat at his desk in his office, his head in his hands. He can’t focus. He had even more blood to test when he got back to the cave, Duke swung by the crime scene to do some ground work. 

  His prognosis, little sign of struggle, little actual blood, the rain having rinsed most of it, and one way out. No other massive clues. Even his ghost vision had picked up very little, only being able to as far back as when dick found Danny. 

  If only they had known sooner, if only it never went this far. If only there were just a little bit faster. 

  But that was Tim’s life wasn’t it, it’s never enough. Something always slips through the cracks. 

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Dick was tense the whole time on the way to the library, the commissioners following behind him in his own car at least.  

  Dick wasn’t worried about Barbora. He knew that all of the bats could keep the story straight. His worries were with Danny himself. The boy had a habit of just blurting things out, thinking it was a totally normal thing to say. 

  Which dick knows isn’t necessarily Danny’s fault, but he’s gonna make keeping the cover story harder if he says things that contradict it. He just kinda prays that he’s asleep in hopes any words he might say can be written off as dream grumble. 

  When he makes his way up the library steps, Gordon joins him. Barbara is there to meet them at the door with a small smile. Dick looks around, scanning for any sign of Danny. none

  “Ah, babs where…” 

  “ don’t get your panties in a twist, mama hen. He's just asleep.” Babs siad , chuckling at his expense,  the commissioner gave the pair a soft smile.

  “Then where is he, I can go get him?” 

  “Don't worry jay is bringing him,” babs said with a slightly pointed look telling dick not to panic.  Which meant Danny was fine.

  “ Shhhhh,” his brother chimed in as he strolled over carrying Danny's bag as he carried his jacket draped over his chest. It takes dick seeing the mess of Dannys once combed hair for him to relax. 

  Jay stood in the doorway removing his jacket with his free hand after handing dick the kids bag. 

  It was only after the jacket was removed did the commissioner really understand what dick meant by small. The jacket that Jason had wrapped around the boy was a short cut, the kind that rested above the hips and it had been able to hide the child’s full form as he laid boneless in his arms. His features were sunken, and his skin was pale. If Gordon didn’t know any better, if he couldn’t see the boy taking shallow breaths. He might have mistaken him for dead. 

  He watched as the two men awkwardly figured out how to pass the child off without waking him. But when his head was lifted gently off Jason’s chest the boy sprung to life  jerking and swinging at the air. 

  “No no please no more stop!” The boy yelled in a panick.

  “Danny it ok it me buddy it me,” dick called keeping his voice low. Danny flung himself back forcing Jason to shift his weight to keep his grip.  Danny took a wide swing clocking Jason square in the nose. 

  “Star light it’s papa,” he siad holding his soft tone. Sliding his hand acros the boys back as he took the still flailing boy in to his arms. “Shh. Shh. Shh.” Dick repeated as he he placed the boys head in his chest. The child clinging to his shirt like if he let go he would surely sink into the darkest depths. 

  Danny relaxed, but still clung to dick. Light tears running down his cheeks. “I'm sorry.” the boy mumbled before finally drifting back off. The little energy he gained was lost in the out bust. It was only then the trio of adults realized that Jason’s nose was bleeding. 

  “Oh shoot ja-“ Jason stuck one of his hand out cutting off dick. 

  “I’m fine he didn't break it ,it’s just a nosebleed” Jason said cupping his face as the blood started to dip through his fingers. “ Barbra do you have like.. I don’t know tissues?”

  “Yes come on Jason,” the pair headed inside to tend to Jason's nose leaving dick and the commissioner on the steps to the library. 

  “ I’m approving you for some paternal leave.” Gordon said after the pair had left. 

  “Waite what… But what about- I already missed so much work this year. I can't.l” Dick fumbled on his words, he had to stay at work. He was so close to outing some of the cops involved in a smuggling ring he just needed more time. 

  “ Grayson, you're a great cop and one day you'll make an even better detective, but right now that is not what you need to be.” He places a hand on his shoulder, “We need more officers like you no doubt but, Gotham has plenty of heroes and right now Danny needs you to be his.” He looks dick in his eyes, his gaze soft at the edges, “do you think you can do that, not for me, not for you, do it for him.”  he pats Danny on the shoulder frowning at how he jerks away from the light touch. 

“Yeah I hope I can” dick swallows a growing lump in his throat. “ Yhea for him I think I can try.” Dick wasn't a hero, he would never call himself that but for this kid his kid, he would try .

Next chapter ,Chapter 9: Already to late, In which the computer finally gives some results back and it not what they where hoping for. Now having a clear view of Dannys DNA what conclusions will they draw and how will Danny fair being out side of Gothams influence. How will Kon handle having to finally intact with Danny. How will ma and pa react upon learning of Dannys supposed origins. All of this next time on "oh god these chapters are just gonna keep being longer."

Even if this fic has some slight long hiatus it is being worked on, in fact the plot is planed all they way out to about 12-14 chapters, after that we see where the wind takes us. That being said this fic will begin to ramp up a bit, to this readers who are uncomfortable with heavy themes of child abuse, death, descriptions of corpses, and depictions off self harm I recommend you come around once this arc we are entering meets its end. There will still be happy moments and family bounding, but this is a story of death and grieving. I understand that some reader discretion is advised.

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day six lautski week folks !!!

"Steph focuses better when Pete plays with her hair."

this one is short and gross (in the good way)

theyre cute and i hate love them

@lautski-week this was one of the first ones i had an idea for, i just forgot to actually write it until today lol

#lautski week 2023 #lautski week #prompt leaves #lautski #steph lauter #pete spankoffski #npmd #nerdy prudes must die #hatchetfield #hatchetverse #starkid #team starkid #ao3 #archive of our own #ao3 fic #my fic #fanfic writer #theyre gross and disgusting and in love and i hate them #theyre my babbys #my favourite trope in my own writing is when ruth and richie are alive can you tell <3 #my post

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Happy birthday to @moonstruck-stormy! I was inspired to write a little thing for you <3

Babysitting Mr Transport

Mr Spices, at wit’s end and desiring a long, uninterrupted rest, leaves Mr Transport in your care for the afternoon and requests you get the child to settle down for a nap.

The nursery has a soft floor and walls; different perches for fight training, though that will be some time away; and is stuffed with an improbable amount of vehicles. Wagons, velocipedes, a train set on tracks just big enough for a toddler-sized creature to fit inside. A miniature airship hangs from the ceiling, and from it hangs Mr Transport, who chirps and bobs its head when it sees you. You hold out your arms and just barely have time to brace yourself before the furry cannonball lands on your chest and crawls up your shoulders.

You lose track of the amount of time you spend chasing it, running around with it on your shoulders, pushing it on toy vehicles. You follow below as it climbs around the network of perches on the ceiling; your heart stops every time it seems like the child going to fall, only for it to jump to a different spot while chirping at you, as if it knows it’s teasing you. You’re not sure who will crash first, you or Mr Transport.

Before naptime, the child must have its afternoon snack, or it’ll be even more difficult to quiet. At least it’s returned to ground level. It watches you from the train set and doesn’t seem keen on sitting down anytime soon. This requires creativity. You scoop up Mr Transport with one arm and carry the container of fruit with the other, spinning around and making whoosh noises while putting little pieces into its claws, which it eats while too distracted by your playing to realize it’s settling down.

Finally, you can tell it’s getting sleepy. You sit on a pile of cushions, Mr Transport still squirming a bit. Clutching a wheel, the child curls up in your lap for story time. You tap its nose, and it chirps. You hold up the picture book, doing your best to read aloud and turn the pages with its claws grabbing for the illustrated vehicles and oversized ears tickling your chin. As you narrate in a soft, singsong voice, Mr Transport’s eyes slowly close, its nose and shoulder-nubs twitching as it dreams.

You could guide it to wrap around a pillow and put it in its bed, which is in a converted carriage. Instead, you allow it to sleep clinging to you, attached to your torso with a vice grip. You lean back, stroking between its ears and down its back. You’re worn out from chasing it all day, and its warmth against you is making you drowsier. You grab a blanket in one of Mr Spices’ signature horrible patterns and cover the two of you. You don’t quite fall asleep, one eye on the baby, but you’re cozy all the same.

#my writing #happy birthday friend <3 #i know you love babby #fallen london

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what about your rarepair? 👀 (this is babycupart btw this is my main blog i can’t send asks on my art sideblog 😭)

ahh so first then: i would encourage more rarepair batshittery for you but alas....i dont know anything about star trek so it would be wasted on me 😔

my mcu rarepair is Bucky/John Walker, but there's dozen of us! i think. probably a dozen. god i don't even know. tiny but strong for our poor maligned baby john 🥲

my other self-created monstrosity rarepairs are all my Daniel Brühl Cinematic Universe crossovers that usually have Zemo as my ship hub....so it's kind of cheating to say they're a rarepair when i made them up and also it's a crossover. and the same actor. like yeah, of course its rare smh. why am i like this.

watching db movies is hazardous lest i collect yet another babygirl for my stables

#i am a disaster is the summary #sixdemon answers #schmidty 4ever #also tony balerdi sad little babby boi 3ever #unfortunately thomas lang forever against my will #i will not be acknowledging dirk or lutz. no. you didnt see this tag #at least alex garel i write not with zemo smh. with his brother tho loooooooool #i guess garel^2 is a more legit rarepair....i intend more for them....... #imma stop listing babygirl now bc theres too many honestly like wow i got carried away #more than you wanted to know.gif

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The final chapter of Paradise by the Dashboard Light is finished!

Includes: Kuchel Ackerman being an astrology girlie, Erwin wishing he was a beer bottle, numerous references to Cyndi Lauper's 1983 pop hit "Time After Time," is Levi a BBQ chips guy or a salt and vinegar chips guy?, an extremely unwelcome guest from Erwin's past, and the surprise return of the Meat Loaf tape

Thank you to everybody who read this, will read this, told me how excited you were for this, told me how much you loved it, or listened to me yell about it in your DMs, I love you immensely <3

#eruri #erwin x levi #eruri fic #babby's first completed fic #definitely was not almost having a panic attack before posting #i'm gonna miss these two doofuses so much #back to writing melancholy canonverse and historical eruri #until Florida AU at least tee hee

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so like does Anybody know actually how old Muriel was when they sent him away cause of course im not gonna like the answer if it doesnt align with what i think already jgsfjtdg but like its gnawing at me im trying so hard to figure it out from just the writing and not looking for like bonus stuff n q&a n shit

like i keep wondering about his whole damn deal like a guy? brought him to vesuvia? and then what?? stayed with him for a bit then ditch him? if he was baby sized like i think like at most 3 ok thats not baby sized but fuckn you know did he like keep him until he could fend for himself in theory? did he sell him???? did mu run away for any reason??

liKE FUCKINGG Read this. read this again

like hes self aware? conscious? somewhat? entirely? how much should i take literally and how much as storytelling n exposition?

i dont have screens but in the uhh mural embroidery thing in his old house they did describe it like. lil packed up baby thing right? i am losing iq points vusibly as i am riting this i need the sleep but like it Sounded Baby Sized To ME🤨🤨🤨😤😤😤😤 like i imagined hed be sitting on it if he were bigger and able to like any other way but hes burritoed cause hes baBY lmao i dont know anymore hear me void

#the arcana spoilers #the arcana muriel spoilers #the arcana muriel #muriel the arcana #muriel #sure love that guy #think about him day n night #boy oh boy #i could just get a discord to write paragraphs about him but im scared ill join somewhere and then actually have nothing to say lmao #i googled 'a three year old'. for this very important research. #it has yielded no conclusive results cause they all look fucking different on the image search #but now i do think he was probly a chunchy babby. michelin man💖💕💖💓

[deanwax]

Chloe

I remember the neon-blue Alizé in the bottle Leftover from the trip down South I walked home from the dinner party on a warm and fuzzy high Then dragged myself back up the hill in the morning The house looked peaceful from the outside when I drove away Later I heard about your mum falling during cleanup Her head almost hit the kitchen counter The tumour was so close to the pituitary gland

(she says brain fluid tastes like saltwater)

I remember the dark shapes of the seaweed on the sand As I privately confess in awkward words, the unfairness How cruel it is that she can’t conceive after trying so hard She’d be the best mum and she deserves her own I don’t remember her saying much It was probably too painful We talk about her job instead Still social work but less stress if she gets it

(your mum is very patient with me)

I remember the taste of carrot cake in my mouth Your mum’s smile as she tells me “I love how she goes,” she says to our friends’ giggling, and it’s true I can’t stop my feet whipping back and forth across the carpet Too-big feelings stick with me for months I take her hand after the Van Gogh exhibit You are showing underneath her sundress I tell her I am so excited that you are coming

(it’s like no time at all has passed)

I remember extra servings at Bort’s birthday The exhilarating swing between confusion and joy What it means that your parents are gone Hello! I am so happy to meet you You are the smallest little bundle, a perfect sweet potato I am gently scolded for hogging the baby But I just want to stare at you like a weirdo And wonder what you’ll do

(it’s true I did hog you a little bit)

I remember my hand is the width of your back You are pale and pink and impossibly warm Every act of eating is pure carnage You are so proud of your little teeths You will probably walk before the year is out I can't wait to talk with you I don't know what kind of stuff you will like yet We're all so excited to see

(Please don't hate me too much as a toddler) (I know you might) (It's okay)

#poem #poetry #deanwaxwrites #writing #my writing #little babby pinkums #love

[youwontleaveright]

does anyone have any recs for soft/sub yandere!Sirius?

#i need to put my gay little hands on everything jkfuckface loves #gotta gay up the place #throw in some weird kinks idk #i mean like adult sirius #all y'all writing young sirius y'all are WEAK #Sirius is a DILF and should be treated as such #sirius x reader #yandere sirius black #sirius black x reader #yandere sirius black x reader #listen #i want him trauma and all #none of this wee little babby shit #i want him grown and messed up and ❤️ possessive ❤️

[stardustcatcher]

TLC

Pairing: Danny Wagner x Reader

Word Count: 2.2K

Warnings: danny being the absolute sweetest most best boyfriend in the world, nudity of the nonsexual variety, reader has a really bad day so not quite angst but stress (?), self indulgent mediocre writing, i mean it danny's a sweetheart in this one proceed with caution (let me know if I missed anything please)

AN: i've got a lot on my plate recently and i've been stressing, the only way i haven't gone insane so far is daydreaming and imagining some caring and comforting boyfriend danny, so that's what this is. i hope you all enjoy and as always, all feedback is welcomed, appreciated, and encouraged :) i love you all <3

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It was a bad day. An absolutely horrible, awful, terrible, disastrously bad day. You’d known it would be from the moment you’d woken up in an empty bed, Danny already out the door and in the studio with the band, his side of the bed had long grown cold. The only evidence he’d ever been there was a note laying on your endtable. It read: “Had to leave early, you looked so peaceful and I didn’t want to wake you. Go be great and have a good day. Love Danny xoxo”.

You wished you could’ve listened to the note’s instructions, but as soon as you opened your eyes after being ripped from sleep by your alarm’s unbearable racket you’d felt the gray gloomy cloud over your head. That really set the tone for the day. 

It would’ve been nice if things had gone up from there, but of course they didn’t. You’d forgotten your coffee before you left the house and there was a wreck on the road as you made your way to work, causing all sorts of traffic making you nearly an hour late. Needless to say, that didn’t make your boss very happy. Then there was the pile of work waiting on your desk, all needing your attention and to be dealt with before you went home. When lunch came around, you had barely made a dent in what needed to get done, so you ate at your desk and texted Danny, hoping he was doing better than you. 

There was a hesitant feeling to share your grievances with your loving boyfriend, you didn’t want to feel like a burden or put a damper on his day just because yours wasn’t going well. So you kept silent, after all, there was still time for the day to turn around. Maybe you could blow through the rest of your work and still be home at a reasonable hour. 

“Stupid of me to think that,” You scolded yourself as six o’clock rolled around and you had just started to gather your things to leave. There were still dozens of emails to be answered but they’d have to wait until tomorrow, you couldn’t stand spending another minute at work when you could be comfortably cuddled with Danny. Just knowing he was waiting for you made you feel a tiny bit better. 

As if he could hear you thinking about him, your phone rang and his contact photo lit up the screen. It was one of the two of you taken by Jake at a bar, Danny’s lips smushed against your cheek while you beamed happily at the camera, no posed smile just pure uninhibited joy. “Hey, beautiful, you on your way home?” Danny’s voice asked when you answered the call. You could hear music in the background and practically picture the smile on his face.

“Yeah, babe, on my way out of the office now,” You sighed, hiking your bag higher up on your shoulder as you walked out of the building towards your car. 

“Just now? You’re usually home by now?” he questioned, voice filling with concern. You could imagine the crease forming between his furrowed brows, one you’d usually run your thumb over to soften out. “Everything okay?” 

“Yeah, just a rough day,” You ran your hand down your face, feeling the weight of the day rest heavy on your shoulders. “I’ll be home in twenty,” you put the key in the ignition and started your car. 

“Alright, honey. I’ll be here when you get home. Drive safe, I love you,” Danny says. 

“Will do, I love you too,” You huff as you hang up the phone, wishing that teleportation was possible and you could be in Danny’s embrace with the blink of an eye. You drive home in silence, feeling as though music would be overwhelming to your already fragile state. 

Luckily the ride home is much quicker than the drive to work was, and before you know it, you’re pulling into the driveway of the home you share with your boyfriend. You see his car parked next to yours, the porch light on but no lights in the house on. You’re slightly confused, but your brain hurts too much to think anything of it. 

As you turn off the car and get out, Danny opens the front door. He looks radiant as ever, long and dark curly tresses pulled up in a haphazard bun, his Church of Rock and Roll shirt stretched across his toned chest, and a pair of black sweatpants hung low across his hips. If you had the energy, you’d absolutely jump him. 

He holds his arms out in invitation as you walk towards the front door. When you meet him, he takes your bag from your hand before tugging you inside and wrapping you in his warm and strong arms. You practically melt into him, knees going a little bit weak as you take in his scent. He smells woodsy from the cologne he uses and a little bit fruity from the shampoo he likes. He smells like Danny and home. 

His large hand runs over your head as he sways you both back and forth, letting you take all the love and comfort you need from him. “Hi, my gorgeous girl,” he grins when you finally pull back. You give him a halfhearted smile in return as he cups your face in his hands. A soft and gentle kiss is pressed against your lips and you chase them when he pulls away. “I’m sorry you had a bad day,” he pouts, seeming genuinely upset. But that’s Danny, too good for the world. 

“It’s not your fault,” you hum when his thumb caresses your cheek, relishing in the touch you’d been longing for all day. 

“Doesn’t mean I can’t be sorry,” he presses his lips to your forehead, letting them linger before he shoots you another dazzling smile. “C’mon, I’ ve got a surprise for you,” he hangs your bag and keys up by the door before taking your hand and leading you to your shared bedroom. He stopped once he reached the closed door to the master bathroom and he dropped your hand and spun around to face you, pretty eyes sparkling in the dim lights. “Okay, now you have to close your eyes.”

“Danny…” you trailed off, head tilted to the side with furrowed brows. 

“Just trust me, okay? You trust me, don’t you?”

“With my life,” you relent and shut your eyes, covering them with your hands for good measure. You could hear him giggle and the sound of the bathroom door opening before he moved behind you and grabbed your upper arms. Danny guided you into the bathroom and pressed himself against you, chin resting on your shoulder as he released your arms. 

“Open your eyes,” he said softly, no louder than a whisper. You uncovered your eyes and almost immediately bursted into tears. The bathroom seemed completely different than you had ever seen it. 

Tealights and scented candles lit up the space, casting the room in a soft orange glow. The tub was steaming, filled with fragrant oils. The sound of soft music played from the speaker set on the sink, next to it sat a tray with bottles of your favorite shampoo, conditioner, and body wash that was only broken out when you really wanted to treat yourself. “Danny, you did this all for me?” you whispered, turning around in his hold. Your eyes were teary, full of love and appreciation for your lover. You could feel the stress of the horrible day nearly melt off at just the sight of what he did just for you. 

“Of course I did, beautiful. You had a bad day, I’d say that warrants some pampering. Not that I need a reason to give my favorite girl some TLC,” Danny smiled, swiping his thumb under your eye to catch the wayward tear that had fallen. “You like it?”

“I love it,” you gave a teary chuckle, grabbing his face and planting a firm kiss on his lips, hoping to convey all the love and gratefulness you felt for him through it. “But I love you more.”

“I love you too, honey,” he laughed. “Now get undressed, I’m gonna get you some water because I guarantee you didn’t drink enough today. Then I’ll come back and wash your hair for you, how does that sound?”

“Like a dream,” you smiled. He pecked your forehead before leaving the bathroom, closing the door to give you the privacy to strip. 

As you shed your clothes you could feel the weight of the day get lighter and lighter, each article of clothing gone making it easier to breathe. Once your clothes were discarded in the hamper in the corner, you slowly sank into the hot water, sighing in content as your muscles decompressed. Leaning back into the steaming bath, you let your eyes close and gave your body a chance to finally rest. You were so at ease that you barely heard the bathroom door opening again. 

“Don’t you look relaxed,” Danny hummed, walking to you with a bottle of water in hand. “Feeling a little better.”

“So much better,” you smiled at him, head lolling to the side as you looked at him. You couldn’t help but admire him, feeling overwhelmighly thankful that you were able to bag such an angel of a man. He was sweet, kind, selfless, and not to mention the most handsome god-like man you’d ever laid eyes upon. You were so lucky to have him. Tears welled up in your eyes again at the sheer amount of affection and love you held for the beautiful soul in front of you. “You’re too good to me, Danny.”

“No such thing, baby. Drink,” Danny shook his head, kneeling beside the tub and handing you the now opened water bottle. “You deserve everything good in the world. Now, gimme that and tilt your head back,” he took the water bottle from you before grabbing the small cup that sat in the shower caddy in the corner for occasions just like this one. 

You tipped your head back as Danny filled the cup up with bathwater before he tilted it over your hair, unoccupied hand resting on your forehead to shield your face from the water. He took such care lathering the shampoo into your hair, massaging his fingers into your scalp and carefully rinsing the soap from your hair. He did the same with the conditioner, knowing exactly how to care for it properly with knowledge from his own vigorous hair routine. Once your hair was rinsed for the final time, he pressed a kiss to your wet cheek and stood. 

“You soak in here, do whatever you have to do. I’m gonna run your towel in the dryer for a little while so it's nice and warm when you come out and I’ll order us some dinner. Chinese sound good?” He asked, running a hand over your wet hair. 

“Sounds amazing,” you can’t help but smile brightly at him, the stress of the day fully dissipated. 

“There’s that gorgeous smile. Take your time, honey,” he said before leaving, shutting the door behind him again, leaving you smiley and absolutely in love.

You washed your body with the washcloth and your expensive body ways and soaked in the tub for twenty more minutes until the water went cold and your fingers pruned. Just as you pulled the stopper, Danny walked in again with the towel that had been warmed up in the dryer. “How’d you know I was done?” you asked, stepping out of the tub as Danny opened the towel. You stepped into him and he wrapped you up tightly in the warmed fabric. 

“I don’t know, maybe I’ve got a sixth sense about you or something,” he pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose. “I set some clothes out on the bed for you. Finish up here, put those on, snuggle up, and I’ll bring the food in.”

Once your nightime routine was finished, you shuffled into the bedroom and pulled on the pajamas Danny had set out for you. Your comfiest pair of pajama pants, and a sweatshirt Danny had that even swallowed him whole—it was a favorite of yours. You tucked yourself under the comforter and turned on the TV, putting on Netflix and your favorite movie. Moments later Danny came in, huge bag of Chinese take-out in hand. “How’d you know I had a movie in mind?” he asked, setting the bag of food on his bedside table. 

“Dunno, maybe I’ve got a sixth sense about you or something,” you parroted his earlier words as he passed your food to you. 

“Cheeky,” he giggled, hopping into bed right next to you, grabbing his own food and tugging you close. 

As you both ate, movie playing in the background, you stole glances at your amazingly fantastic boyfriend, just wondering how you got so lucky to have him. “I really appreciate what you did for me,” you mumbled, head falling on his shoulder. “I’m so lucky to have you.”

“I’m the lucky one, honey,” Danny looked down at you with a look of love in his eye. An absolutely horrible, awful, terrible, disastrously bad day had turned into a good night.

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[loupy-mongoose]

Mo.

His name was Mo.

He was a friend of my mom and... and the human called Randall. Before I was born, and a few weeks after...

R-Randy and Mo, they... They went to destroy some computers... And they exploded... Randy got really badly hurt... like, mortally hurt...

So Mo...

Mo took his memories... So that he could live...

Mo's memories are gone...

Nico quietly hovered in the white void around them, listening to her story. His expression was unreadable.

So...

So that Mew... Mo...

He's dead...?

Lav rubbed her arm, uncertain where this was going. Yes, pretty much...

I'm sorry, Nico...

Nico went silent for a good while, before sighing.

I would've liked to talk to him... Ask him... why... Why he left... What he was thinking...

But... I guess...

A somber smile appeared on his face.

I still kinda have a family.

If my parent Mew is now your dad...

That kinda make us siblings, right?

Lav looked at him, stunned, before smiling widely.

I guess it kinda does...

I doubt my dad will see it that way any time soon, though.

Nico laughed. At least we can be siblings in spirit, if nothing else.

Lav chuckled, happy at the thought.

How did you find out, anyway? About... Mo...?

I found Mr. Fuji.

Fuji...? He's... alive?

Yeah... We're at his place right now. He... He recognized Daddy's Mew form.

Oh... His brows lowered. ...Huh... That must've been weird for him.

It wasn't fun...

She shook her head suddenly before giving Nico an excited smile.

But, Nico, listen!

We need to set up a place to meet!

His face brightened, a cautious smile appearing. Meet?

My family and I talked things through last night! My mom and dad want to come with me to meet you. But we don't know where...

Nico appeared thoughtful. Not at my home... I'm sorry, but I don't want to risk any of your family being a threat...

I understand, Nico. I figured you wouldn't. That's... kinda why mom and dad want to come with me... They can't tell how much they should trust you without meeting you.

He smiled and nodded in understanding. That's fair too. Baby steps.

Lav.

This... means more to me than you think...

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#Linden Roots #writing #comic #babbies #Mite #BLH #By Lavender's Hand #Full

[acr3ss-the-cosmos]

Thinking about kiddie Chenhua looking for bugs and frogs to catch in her family's garden so she can show them to her friends and parents

#ground control; (OOC) #((aside from having an early interest in crafting she very much loved exploring outside)) #((she still does. just to a slightly lesser degree)) #((unfortunately some of the other girls in her school didn't uhhh. *appreciate* her liking for insects and other little critters asjdjsks)) #((gosh now I want to write more about babby chenhua ;; ))

[spitblaze]

baby boy. baby

#spitblaze says things #wip #as long as im writing a story featuring Babby Therion i might as well draw him lol

[elfboyeros]

Christmas Morning

I woke up with a sore throat and fluid in my ears today, so Indigo gets a headache! Also, I feel like we knew it would become this… The “Christmas Oneshot” not being something big yet just Calvin and Indigo fluff.

Fun fact: The picture I described Calvin having as his lock screen is basically the description of an actual picture of my mom, and inspired by my dad whose lock screen is a pic of my mom on their wedding day!

Happy Holidays!

Even without opening his eyes, Calvin knows it’s too early to be awake. Hiding under many blankets and quilts, finally opening his eyes, the littlest of light peeking through the curtains. Groaning ever so slightly, he rolls on to his side sling an arm around Indigo’s sleep frame, pulling her close, kissing her cheek.

He watched her lips from into a smile, as she adjusted herself to face him, “What time is it?” she muttered.

“Too early.”

Indigo hummed, as Calvin kissed her softly, “You can go back to sleep,” he muttered.

“If you stop taking, I might.”

“I thought you loved the sound of my voice,” he chuckled.

Indigo giggled, finally opening her eyes before quickly shutting them and groaning, “Migraine?” Calvin asked.

She nodded, lovely winter weather, a true ass kicker and one of the many sources of Indigo’s days long migraines, “Lay on your back,” Calvin requested, before she laid on her back and he put his hand over her forehead and eyes.

“Thank you…” Indigo sighed.

“No problem angel, go back to sleep.”

She nodded, rolling over her hand digging her face in her pillow. If she wasn’t suffering from a headache he would be offended, though he’s glad she fell asleep quickly. Yet, he now can’t fall asleep, left to lay stare at the ceiling, but the bedroom door opens, followed by the pitter patter of tiny feet, at the side of his bed.

“Papa?”

“Hey, buddy,” he cooed seeing his son with his little squid plushie, his big eyes starring up at him, wet and full of tears, “What wrong, Finnie?”

“Nightmare,” the four-year-old muttered, being lift into his fathers, strong embrace.

“Oh, it’s alright,” Calvin cooed, holding his son in his son in his arms before sitting him in-between himself and Indigo, “There you go, bubby, snuggle come to maman, all you bad dreams will go away.”

Finnegan hummed, as Calvin settled back into his bed, although his son struggles close to him rather than his mother, as he reaches for his phone and turning it on.

“Maman pretty,” Finnegan muttered.

Calvin smiled, staring at the picture of Indigo from the day of their wedding, in her pink dress, her fingers intertwined together with her index fingers touching her chin making a triangle shape with their wedding bands resting on the top of her fingers, as her gaze is downward.

“Yeah, maman, is pretty,” Calvin replied.

“Do you love maman?” Finnegan asked quietly.

“Of course, sprout, I love her very much,” Calvin answered, figuring about what he was going to look at on his phone.

“Does maman love you?”

“J'aime papa plus que le soleil après l'orage,” Indigo muttered, rolling over and wrapping an arm around her son, “Go to sleep, miel.”

Calvin smiled, she loves him more then the sun… he can see his sun is confused by Indigo’s slurred French, nevertheless, he snuggled into his mother’s chest soon falling asleep. Yet not so after they fell asleep tiny footstep barrel down the hallway, oh Goddess…

“CHRISTMAS!”

“Alexandria!” Calvin yelled in a whisper, sitting up in his bed as his middle child, crashed into his bedroom, “It’s too early to be yelling!”

“But Christmas!” They sighed quitter.

“Come here,” he replied, softly with open arms.

Alexandria climbed into Calvin’s lap, “It is Christmas, but mere and Finn are still sleeping, so is Aurore. You have to use you quiet voice.”

Alexandria huffed but soon made themselves comfortable in the many sheets, blankets, and quilts then soon falling asleep again. It’s a beautiful Christmas domestic moment.

But someone is missing…

Calvin got himself out of bed, carrying himself down the hall to his daughter’s room, entering quietly. His red hair daughter, slept in her bed soundly, a wonderful sight… too bad she’s about to ruin it.

“Northern Lights, Sweet girl,” he cooed rubbing her back as she stirred in her sleep and groaned.

“Daddy?” She questioned, as he picked her up.

He held his 6-year-old against his chest, carrying her out of her room and back to his, “Is it Christmas?” Aurore asked in her tiny voice.

“Yeah, but it’s to early for presents,” he answered, “we’re gonna sleep with mommy.”

He reentered his room, seeing his son in between where he once laid and Indigo, Alexandria on the other side of her. He placed Aurore on the bed letting her pick her spot to lay, beside her brother in-between her parents. Soon his whole family is asleep, and he follows, only getting two more hours asleep before waking up again, seeing Indigo wide-awake admiring her children.

“We make such beautiful babies,” Calvin cooed.

“We do,” Indigo replied, “Mere and Pere will now be here at 2.”

“It’s 7, we’ve got time for our Christmas, I can go check on the infirmary tonight,” he commented, “I don’t even have to go tonight, I can stay here.”

“It doesn’t matter to me, you want to go at noon, go at noon,” Indigo remarked, “Mere text me a few minutes ago, she wants to go see Spiro and the only flight out when it won’t be delayed, is later tonight.”

“That’s fine” Calvin moved some of her hair out of her face, letting his hand linger on her cheek, “But if you don’t want me to go…”

“You could go know, and we could sleep more,” Indigo retorted, “Problem solved.”

“But I’m so comfortable.”

“I can tell, you don’t have a four-year-old’s cold foot on your back.”

Calvin chuckled, “Merry Christmas, Angel eyes.”

“Joyeux Noël, ma chérie.”

#Bridgehid #coralstone #romance #Alexandria #finnegan #indigo #calvin #indigo x calvin #calvin x indigo #coralstone babbies #christmas #oneshot #drabble #writing #writers on tumblr #elfboyeros #Aurora