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[sunsmartca]

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[enviedear]

A request throught for billy the kid.

He goes to a bar where a barmaid owns and works there, and they sleep together, and when he comes back, she has a little boy running around that looks a whole lot like him....

girl from the north country — billy bonney

request

i got this ask and my brain immediately went 'bob dylan rendition of girl from north country' because this trope has that song written all over it.

tw— allusions to the deed, hidden baby trope, use of, 'momma' as a pet name.

less than three years ago, you made the grave decision to bed an outlaw. he was sweet and soft with you, sweet talking his way into your britches. it had been a fun night, but despite your delighted evening, a sinking feeling took hold of you the minute he caught your eye.

his name was billy. or at least, he went by billy. he was a mess of dark brown hair, kind blue eyes, and honest nature. it felt like fate when you saw him. he had been sitting at the bar, quiet and lonesome. you found it easy to talk to him.

he had given you a bright smile, engaging you in casual conversation as the night turned to morning. slipping out with you when you closed down the bar, only to follow you up the road to your small homestead.

you had never seen him before, but after he left town, you soon learned exactly who he was. wanted posters with his likeness followed his trail, leaving you tight-lipped about the entire situation.

it was about six months after his visit that your lips finally began to move, coming up with fruitless excuses for the townspeople. by then, your stomach had already started to round, bulging into something plain and inescapable. at first, you were terrified and even considered fleeing to another town and opting to try and pass as a widow. even now, despite yourself, the thought lingers in the back of your mind.

you've been lucky though, the town is nice enough to not ask you questions. just watchful stares and a few upturned noses. you kept your job at the gin mill, working through the night while your married friend watched the baby.

you've found yourself a quiet life—a growing meadow of life hidden in the hellish and desolate west.

with a sigh, you turn your attention back to the clothesline, grabbing at the last of the dry garments and flinging them in your basket. there's a storm brewing close in the distance, and a loud crack of thunder has the small child at your feet fretting.

you pick up your fussy toddler, his pink lips curled into a frown, "c'mon bubba, s'just a little storm."

you glance at the darkening sky, feeling the first droplets of rain on your skin. the wind picks up, causing the clothesline to sway with a creak. cradling your son in your arms, you hurry inside, leaving the clothes in your haste of trying to beat the approaching storm.

inside the cozy warmth of your small homestead, you try to soothe the worried toddler in your arms. the distant rumble of thunder grows louder, and you decide it's best to stay cooped up, work be damned. as you settle into a rocking chair, softly humming a lullaby to the sweet boy in your arms, the rain begins to patter against the window.

the hours pass slowly, the storm raging outside, when a sudden knock on the door startles you. with caution, you approach and peer through the small window and see a tall figure drenched in rain, barely recognizable underneath his sopping hat.

you open the door, and the man looks up. his eyes are kind, and eerily familiar. looking like a drowned man, standing at your door, is billy. he looks apologetic and somewhat sheepish. rainwater drips from the brim of his hat as he mumbles, "m'sorry for showing up like this, i wasn't even sure if you were still here."

you eye him cautiously, memories of your night shared with him resurfacing, but the storm outside softens your resolve, "what brings you here, billy?" you inquire, staring up at the rain-soaked outlaw before you, taking in his genuine expression.

his voice trembles as he confesses that he never meant to stay away for so long— but life on the run has its cruel complications. now, drenched and shivering in the midst of a raging storm, he pleads for refuge in your home, desperation etched onto every word as he begs for forgiveness and a safe haven from his pursuers.

hesitating for a moment, you look back at your toddler playing on the floor. with a sigh, you relent, "alright, billy, you can come in, but just until the storm passes."

as he steps inside, you notice the surprise in his eyes when he sees the boy. he's donned in a darling little linen onesie, your own hands had worked tirelessly over the garment. his bright eyes look between you and billy, the hue of your own eyes evident and the blue of billy's scattered throughout. a perfect blend.

a silence hangs in the air as realization slowly dawns on him. his gaze shifts between you and your little one, and in that moment, he connects the dots.

his voice softens, "is he... is he mine?"

the question sends a shiver down your spine and all of your carefully constructed defenses slowly crumble around you. there's no denying it now, the truth of what had happened was laid bare for both of you to see, innocent face staring up at the both of you. you stand in place, your feet rooted to the ground. you can feel your heart pounding in your chest as you realize the confession you're about to make. taking a deep breath, you finally relent.

a nod is all you can manage, the weight of the unspoken truth lingering in the room. billy takes a step closer to the little boy and you start. but his intentions are gentle as he reaches out to touch the top of his child's head, "i never knew." he murmurs, a mix of regret and wonder in his eyes.

you watch as billy kneels down to meet your son at eye level. the child looks up at him with innocent curiosity, and you can't help but feel a twinge of anger mixed in with the guilt that had been festering inside of you for so long. you had carried the weight of this secret for years, the fear of the townsfolk finding out and ostracizing you and your child from the community. but looking down at billy's face, you know that it's time to come clean.

"he's almost three now, billy," you say softly, the regret in your own voice almost palpable, "i didn't know how to find you...i didn't even know your name back then."

billy's expression softens as he turns to look at you, his eyes full of sorrow, "i understand," he says, his voice gentle. "m'sorry i wasn't there for you. for both o'you."

you nod, knowing his words are earnest, "you couldn't have known." you say quietly.

billy stands up and walks towards you, his arms open. his eyes are sad, but they hold a fierce longing that you can feel despite any attempt to deny it. his body radiates with a warmth that you can't help but feel drawn to, despite all of the fear and regret that fills your heart. you close your eyes, allowing yourself to be enveloped by his embrace, feeling his arms wrap around your body and pull you close.

"i'm sorry," he whispers into your ear. "god, m'so sorry for everything."

you nod, unable to find your voice. the storm outside rages on, but inside, the atmosphere is one of acceptance and forgiveness. you have both been through so much, but now, with the truth out in the open, it feels like a weight has been lifted from your shoulders. you look up into billy's eyes, feeling a sense of peace wash over you.

"i forgave you a long time ago," you say, your voice barely above a whisper, "figure i can't keep hiding this little one away from his father. not now, wouldn't be right."

billy nods, his eyes now filled with hope, "i want to be a part of his life, if you'll let me," he says, his voice filled with a conviction that sends shivers down your spine.

you nod, feeling tears prick at the corners of your eyes, "of course," you say, your voice filled with a mixture of relief and sadness. "he deserves to have his daddy."

billy smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners, cupping your cheeks, "what about his momma? seems like she's been gettin' on fine without a man around."

you hum, trying to ignore how easy your heart skips for him, "i reckon she'll make him grovel 'fore she'll be his sweetheart again."

your outlaw lets out a soft chuckle, "then i best get to grovelin', momma."

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[adjusted-karma]

Baby's Third Halloween 🍭 (Patreon DL | SFS DL)

7 BGC costumes for kids (14 pieces total). All items tagged for feminine + masculine sims - Everyday/party category (+ swimwear for fish creature costume) - Disallowed for random

🎃 Infant Costumes HERE 🦇 Toddler Costumes HERE

Astronaut Outfit: Costume category - 6 Swatches

Astronaut Helmet: Hat (Brimless) category - 6 Swatches

Alien Hunter Outfit: Costume category - 10 Swatches

Alien Hunter Hat: Hat (Brimless) category - 5 Swatches

Firefighter Outfit: Costume category - 6 Swatches

Firefighter Helmet: Hat (Brim) category - 6 Swatches

Fish Creature Outfit: Costume category - 8 Swatches

Fish Creature Mask: Hat (Brimless) category - 8 Swatches

Pirate Outfit: Costume category - 3 Swatches

Pirate Hat: Hat (Brimless) category - 9 Swatches

Robot Outfit: Costume category - 9 Swatches

Robot Helmet: Hat (Brimless) category - 9 Swatches

SciFi Outfit: Costume category - 6 Swatches

SciFi Helmet: Hat (Brimless) category - 6 Swatches

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[princessofanarchy]

hi! this is honestly my first fanfic ever so i know there's maybe a few things I'm not doing right. i'm fully open to feedback and suggestions to improve. hope y'all like it ;)

You, the reader, and Gojo Satoru were in what everyone would consider a great relationship. That is, until he broke up with you, citing his desire to keep you safe from the threats of the world that he was a part of. He was thorough in his separation from you, so thorough that, had you wanted to reach out to him when you found out you were pregnant, you would not have been able to.

Now, three years later, you've moved out to a quiet village near the sea on Okinawa Island where you've been raising your son as a single mother. You've resigned yourself to only worrying about your son's paternity when he becomes old enough to question it, and you've convinced yourself that you're completely over the blue eyed bastard.

One day, you're out, strolling the beach with your son propped on your hip. You're enjoying the peaceful scene, indulging in your son's fascination of the seaside. His is the kind of fascination that can only come from experiencing something novel. It's the last place you expect to lock eyes on Satoru after the wind sent your wide brimmed hat flying his way and landing at his feet.

Your grip on your son tightens and you unconsciously hold his head to your chest, hiding his face and the azure blue eyes that are exactly like the ones you're looking at now. You can't which of you is more in shock over the encounter. You stare at each other for a few moments too long, but you're the first to speak.

"Can you……pass me that hat?" You ask politely. That seems to snap him out of it, and he picks the hat up and dusts it off before handing it to you.

"Thank you." You place the hat on your head, still holding your squirming son to your chest, and turn away quickly.

"Wait!"

You freeze. Your heart jackhammers in your chest. You hear the sand shift beneath his feet as he approaches you.

"Could you turn around, please?" He asks softly. You hesitate.

"M-mama!" The toddler in your arms whimpers frustratedly as he tries to wiggle from your uncomfortably tight grip. Your stomach drops when you realise that you might have been hurting him and you loosen your grip quickly and place a kisses on his forehead and cheeks.

"I'm sorry, baby. Mommy's sorry." You coo at him softly.

"Y/N?" Satoru calls out to you in a low voice from behind. His tone is unreadable. You consider, briefly, making a mad dash away from him. For some reason the desire to hide your son away from him has seized every fibre of your being. But you know damn well how futile that would be against Gojo Satoru, and it would only make him suspicious.

You turn slowly to face him, carefully hiding your son's face, and look up, into the eyes of the man that you weren't counting on seeing again anytime soon.

"Satoru. It's been a while." His name sounds foreign on your tongue, after not speaking it for almost three years. His eyes soften as he takes in your face. The expression makes your heart stutter.

"Yeah……it sure has been." He rubs the back of his head, a nervous trait of his. "You look, well."

"So do you." You respond evenly, as you wonder how you'll manage to get out of the interaction, hoping those damned eyes of his don't pick up on what you're trying to hide. You should have known better though, because when his eyes move from your face to the child in your arms, you knew that he had known from the moment your first locked eyes. His gaze travels back to your face, and he arches a snowy white brow. You press your lips together, not wanting to verbally confirm the obvious, and you both fall into a silent staring contest that  lasts a few brief moments before he sighs deeply.

"Can I hold him?"

The immediate answer than springs to your tongue is a resounding 'No'. And right on its heels are all the things you wanted to scream at him when he left broken and abandoned three years ago. He sees it on your face, the myriad of feelings, the supressed hurt and anger.

"There's a lot of things we have to talk about." He says. "And we will, I promise. But for now, can I just -"

His words taper off as the child in your arms turns and looks at him curiously. You're watching Satoru's face the entire time. You see his breath catch. You see the shock in his eyes. Then you see something that wasn't there when he broke your heart; regret. Anger blooms within your chest.

"My house isn't too far from the beach." You hear yourself say, before you turn and walk away.

Satoru watches your retreating back for a moment before taking one step, then another, before he begins walking after you.

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[floralcyanide]

Kinktober Day Nine

Breeding Kink - Austin Butler

ngl towards the end I got a little in over my head with filth. I could've made this longer but wanted it to be posted today before it got too late. but I love writing breeding kink, I need to do it more often. maybe I will, who knows. if you enjoy this, please reblog and like!! I appreciate it more than you know! <3

pairing: Austin Butler x Reader

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, cum play, fingering, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy, female reader-oriented

word count: 1457

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It’s finally autumn, and Target is filled to the brim with cool decor items and fun little $1 pumpkins. You’ve dragged Austin along with you to get the essentials you need but also to kill time and look around at the odds and ends Target always has to offer. You’ve been pointing out neat stuff that’s caught your eye, and you know it’s probably grating on Austin’s nerves, but it’s your favorite time of year. You love all things autumn. Austin is leaning against the cart while he pushes it around, watching you look through sweatshirts as he checks his watch. You’ve likely been here an hour already. 

You finally get close to the Target entrance, much to Austin’s relief. But then, you spot the cutest baby outfit ever. It’s a brown onesie with a dark orange pumpkin on it with sage green footie bottoms. You run over to look at the autumn-themed baby clothing immediately. You don’t have any children, but you’ve always wanted them. It isn’t something you’ve discussed in depth with Austin yet, but you both acknowledge you want kids someday. Whether it’s with each other or any time soon is up for debate. 

“Oh my gosh, Aus, look! The little pumpkin hat is adorable,” you gush, picking up the pumpkin-shaped baby hat and inspecting it closely.

Austin watches you tiredly at first. He obviously wants to go home but hasn’t said anything, and he doesn’t want to ruin your chipper mood. He enjoys seeing you like this, but it’s getting late. However, the more you look through baby clothes, the more his mind wanders. 

“They have baby costumes!” you coo, maneuvering over to where there are costumes for babies and toddlers.

Austin scoffs, following you as he shakes his head at your excitement. He glances over at the regular baby clothes and sees a shirt on it that says “Daddy’s good sport” on it with a soccer ball. Then he begins to really think. Austin’s imagination starts going places, like picturing you holding a baby with your hair and his eyes. It’s cute at first, but then he starts seeing you with a small bump in his mind. He put that there. He got you pregnant.  Austin’s face flushes, and he starts to feel warm all over as his thoughts begin to consume him in ways that shouldn’t be in public. 

“Y/N, let’s go ahead and head home,” Austin bites his lip, looking you up and down for a moment before you can turn around and catch him.

“Okay,” you agree, putting down the little witch’s boots you were eyeing.

Austin is abnormally silent on the way home as he clutches the steering wheel tightly with both hands. 

“Babe, are you okay?” you furrow your eyebrows at him from the passenger side, “You’ve been quiet the whole ride.”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Austin purses his lips, eyes not leaving the road, “Just overthinking.”

“What are you thinking about?” you ask curiously but also a tad concerned. Austin always tells you if something is bothering him.

He takes a deep breath, “I’m thinking about bending you over the dining room table and putting a baby in you.”

Your eyes widen at his statement, but butterflies explode in your stomach at the thought. He wants a baby? With you?

“Oh,” you say, mouth forming into an “O” as you look down at your feet.

You aren’t sure how to respond to that right away. 

“How about instead of the table, we do it in the comfort of our bed?” you say after a brief moment of odd silence, “You can spend all night putting a baby in me if you want.”

Austin looks over at you for a split second before his eyes are glued back on the road, “Fine by me.”

You hurry to grab all the bags of items you purchased and make a beeline for the door, trying your best to put away everything that was perishable in a quick manner. Meanwhile, the whole time, Austin’s mouth is attached to your neck, shoulders, ears, or anything he could get to right now. You finally put away the last thing and all but drag him upstairs to the bedroom. He wastes no time pulling off your clothing, kissing you hungrily in between taking off his shirt and yours. Austin pushes you onto the bed, and you fall on your back, allowing him to pull off your jeans and underwear hurriedly. You move to the top of the bed where the pillows are, and you climb under the covers, watching as Austin removes his pants as well. He climbs under the duvet next to you and puts both his hands beside your head, steadying himself as he hovers over you. He looks into your eyes, and you look into his.

“Are you ready for this?” he asks, and you nod.

“Use your words, darling. Do you really want a baby?” Austin puts a gentle hand on your cheek, thumbing at your cheekbone.

“Yes, Austin. I want a baby, and I want you to put it in me right now,” you say, pressing your forehead to his. Your words light a fire in his belly.

He doesn’t hesitate to align himself with your entrance. Austin pushes in slowly and watches your face contort into one of pleasure as he bottoms out. You move your body up and down along his length when he doesn’t start moving his hips fast enough for your liking.

“Impatient, are we?” Austin chuckles, starting to thrust at a steady pace. It’s still not fast enough for you.

“Yes,” you giggle, “Now fuck me before I do it myself.”

Austin heeds your warning and starts moving faster, eliciting moans from you at last. He buries his head in your neck, leaving minor bruises where he nips at your skin. You move your hips right along with his, your hands finding their way to his hair for something to hold onto as you edge closer to your orgasm. It will be just the first of tonight. You eventually cum, but Austin still has to take a few more strokes before he does. He fills you up and pulls out, but not before he pushes his cum back inside you with two fingers. You watch as he finger fucks you. The sound of both of your cum going back inside you turns you on even more. Austin licks his fingers clean before flipping you over on your front, pulling your ass upward from the bed.

“Now you’re gonna take me again like a good girl, okay? Gonna fuck you and put a baby in your womb,” Austin growls in your ear, rubbing a hand along your lower stomach.

You shiver, growing wet again at his behavior. You bury your face in the pillow as he plows into you mercilessly like he never stopped, his hips snapping into the backs of your thighs. You have to grip the sheets to not be shoved forward and hit your head on the headboard. Austin now has one of his hands on said headboard, gripping it as it slams into the wall. It’d leave a mark later, but you don’t care for now. You see stars and feel the familiar warmth growing in your abdomen again. Austin reaches a hand around your body and rubs your clit, causing you to clench around him. He cries out at the feeling of your grip, fucking you even harder as the headboard gashes into the drywall.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Austin says through gritted teeth, “Gonna milk me of my cum? Gonna let me fill you up to the brim and get you pregnant? Hmm?”

You’re incoherent at his filthy words as you feel your second orgasm arise, “I’m close,” you whimper.

“Cum on my cock, baby. Be a good cum slut and take it,” Austin says in your ear, nipping at it as you orgasm around him. The feeling of your body reacting to your orgasm sends Austin over the edge, and he cums hard this time. He has to let go of the headboard and balance himself on both hands, so he doesn’t collapse on you.

“Fuck,” he curses, trying to catch his breath. 

You roll over on your back underneath Austin, panting as you blink away the stars behind your eyes. He’s looking down at you with hooded eyes, his mouth open as he gasps for air. You reach down and feel the mixture of cum and arousal all over you, and you do as Austin did earlier, pushing it all inside with your fingers. Austin watches intently, biting his lip when you stick your fingers in your mouth. 

“Round three?” he asks with a goofy smile.

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[fruitcoops]

could you write some o knutzy angst? maybe leo having a nightmare or something with his past and the boys help him

A bit of angst with a happy ending and a very cute toddler. Cubs credit goes to @lumosinlove, but the man and his daughter are unnamed OCs <3

TW for child getting lost

“You were awesome tonight!” the little boy gushed, his Lions cap falling into his eyes.

“Thanks, buddy,” Finn laughed as he finished scribbling out his signature. “Maybe it’ll be you out there soon, eh?”

The kid’s face lit up like the Chrysler building. Talk about adorable, Finn thought, sharing a quick grin with the mother. “I’m gonna try! Mom signed me up for a summer camp an’ I think I’m gonna be a winger, too!”

“Best spot, little man!” Finn held his fist out for a bump, which was enthusiastically returned—the kid bounced on his toes and gripped the puck so tight his knuckles were white. More people flooded out of the rink and he straightened, shaking the mother’s hand before tapping the brim of the kid’s hat.  “Alright, you’d better get a move on so traffic doesn’t get too bad. Drive safe.”

“What do you say?” the woman asked gently, turning her son back around when he went to scamper off.

A gap-toothed grin melted Finn’s heart. “Thank you, Harzy!”

“Any time,” he promised with a last wave goodbye. He watched them go until the crowd swallowed them up, bright jerseys smudging into a sea of red and gold that still made his heart pound. He had always thought hockey would be the best part of the NHL, but nothing compared to the rush of love from the fans.

A warm, broad hand brushed his lower back and he turned into Leo, already smiling. “Hey, you,” Leo hummed with a bump of their foreheads. His hair fell over his forehead in wet curls from the showers—he smelled clean, and looked sleepy already.

Finn sighed. “I want kids. Like, right now.”

“No.”

He whined in protest as Leo laughed, then wrapped an arm around him. “C’mon, they’re so cute and cuddly!”

“You told me last week that you didn’t want kids until we were all retired,” Leo reminded him with a playful pinch of Finn’s nose.

“That was a whole week ago!”

“How old was the walking baby fever this time?”

Finn scowled, but scuffed his foot against the carpet. He could feel Leo’s sweet, teasing gaze boring into him like he was getting ready for a slapshot. “Like, seven,” he admitted after a minute.

“Thought so.”

“He’s going to summer camp to be a winger.”

“Uh-huh.”

“And he said I did awesome.”

“I’m sure he did, honey.”

“I want one.”

Leo turned and took his face in both hands, giving it a little shake that had Finn biting back a smile. “I want one or two or three. But not before we’re home all year instead of five months.”

Finn couldn’t argue with him, there. They had this discussion at least once a month; some cute baby Lion would come up, all happy and buzzed on the thrill of a game, and whichever one of them fell victim to those big puppy-dog eyes would be wheedling and sighing and future-planning until the other two wound them back down. It wasn’t reasonable to have kids so early. It wouldn’t be fair, either, to have all three parents in another state half the time.

But Jesus Christ, it was hard to look at Logan speaking French with a three-year-old or Leo with some little munchkin propped on his hip for a photo and not want to see that every day.

Leo left a chaste kiss on his cheek. “I know that look. You’re thinking about it.”

Finn huffed. “Yeah, I…”

“…Finn?”

The small shape by the vending machine moved again; a sparkly hair bow caught the light, and Fin’s heart dropped to his feet. He grabbed Leo by the arm. “Do you see that?”

“See what?”

“The kid.” He watched Leo’s expression change out of the corner of his eye—the search, then the recognition, then the concern. “Do you think they’re—”

“Lost,” Leo confirmed under his breath. “Definitely lost.”

“Shit,” Finn muttered, shouldering through the crowd as gently as he could. His pulse pounded in is ears. The people he loved so much had become an obstacle rather than a gift in the blink of an eye. “Excuse me, sorry, ‘scuse me—I’m sorry, one second—I can sign that in five minutes if you come find me by the door—”

Leo, blessed with long legs and a goalie’s tunnel vision, got there first. By the time Finn stumbled out of the crowd, he was already crouching down in front of the child. “You’re alright,” he was saying in a gentle voice. “We’re here to help.”

“Hey, kiddo,” Finn said with as much of a cheerful smile as he could muster despite the fear and distress painted all over big dark eyes. The poor thing couldn’t have been older than six. Scratchy carpet dug into his knees when he knelt. “What’s going on?”

The kid hiccupped, clutching her jersey with both hands. “Papa,” she mumbled, smudging a tear away with the too-long sleeve. “I—I lost my Papa.”

“Okay,” Leo soothed as another tear slipped down her red cheeks; Finn could hear the heartbreak in his voice. “We’re going to find him for you. I’m Leo, and this is my friend Finn. What’s your name?”

Her lower lip wobbled and she stepped back into the corner between the vending machine and the wall. “You don’t have to tell us,” Finn assured her as his heart fractured. “But it might help us find your dad. Do you remember the last time you saw him?”

She sniffled, then readjusted her hair bow and nodded. “The big door in the middle. There were lotsa people.”

Main entrance. “How long have you been here?”

More tears filled her eyes and she shook her head. “I—I don’t know, there were people, I just want my Papa!”

Leo shushed her softly; Finn felt their hands brush and gave him a light squeeze of comfort. “We’re going to find him, just like we promised. How about—how about I lift you up, so you can see better? Would that be okay?”

The girl looked between them for a moment, still clutching her jersey—Finn had to take a second when he noticed the 10 stamped on it—before she sniffled and held her arms out to Leo. “My Papa has red hair, like your friend’s.”

“Alright, pumpkin,” Leo said as he lifted her up.

Finn caught the moment he broke character, closing his eyes for just a second when she settled on his hip. I know, baby, he wanted to say. I don’t know what I’d do if it was our kid who got lost, either. “You were by the big doors?”

“Mhmm.”

Finn kept a careful eye out for red hair, but between the shimmering red and gold and sheer amount of people packed in for a Saturday night game, he may as well have been looking for a needle in a stack of needles. “Was your papa wearing a jersey?”

“Yeah.” They shared a look as she snuggled into Leo’s chest. His eyes were a little watery, and Finn scooted closer to rub his back with a featherlight kiss to his shoulder.

“Was it like yours?” Leo asked.

“Tremzy’s our favorite.”

“I think Tremzy’s everyone’s favorite,” Finn half-laughed. It would be easier to find a Tremblay jersey than a Black one, at least. Still, there was too much movement from that first wave to see much more than bumping and jostling. “What’s your papa’s name?”

“Um…” The little girl bit her lip, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt for a moment. A look of intense concentration furrowed her brow. “Mama calls him ‘sweetheart’, sometimes. Oh, and ‘Danny’. I think either of those would work.”

“I think—I think we’ll try ‘Danny’, first,” Leo said with a cough to hide his smile as Finn stifled his snort. “Hazry?”

“I’m going to be loud for a second, so you might want to cover your ears,” Finn informed her before cupping his hands around his mouth. “Danny!” he shouted, causing several people close to them to jump. “Is there a Danny in the crowd? If there is a Danny wearing a Tremblay jersey, please come to the vending machines immediately!”

The unending push toward the main doors halted for a few seconds—people turned left and right in clear confusion, their voices rising to a hum that made the little girl wince even with her hands over her ears. He saw more than one person look down at their jersey just to double-check the name and number.

Then there was a burst of movement near the double-doors leading into the rink and Finn saw a flash of red-blond hair pushing against the current. The tension in his chest released, bringing a long exhale out with it. “Does your papa wear glasses?” Leo asked, and the girl nodded without hesitation. “Okay, peaches, I think we found him.”

Finn met the man halfway, ushering people to the sides. “Are you—”

“I’m looking for my daughter,” he interrupted, breathing hard. His hands shook when he ran them through his hair. “She’s five years old, about this tall, has a big bow in her hair?”

“Oh, thank god,” Finn sighed, taking him by the shoulder. “This way. We found her about five minutes ago.”

“Where?” the man demanded.

“She was hiding by the vending machines—"

“Papa!” the little girl squealed the second she spotted them, squirming down from Leo’s arms to launch herself at her father. He silently knelt to catch her, his face crumpling as he held her close with one hand on her back and the other cradling her head with unbridled care. Finn couldn’t bring himself to watch; Leo startled a little when he wrapped an arm around him, blinking back tears that made his blue eyes bright.

“I’m not mad,” the man soothed, gathering his daughter up onto his hip as he stood and tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear. Her high voice trailed off and she hid in his shoulder, visibly calming. “Accidents happen. I’m just glad you’re safe. Are you okay?”

She nodded, both arms wrapped around his neck. Finn didn’t realize how much he was waiting for that answer as well until she gave it.

He tried for a smile when the man turned. “Smart kid,” he managed, clearing his throat. “She—yeah, she stayed out of the crowd and knew all the stranger danger stuff.”

But the man didn’t answer right away—his dark eyes, a mirror of his daughters, lingered on them for a long moment before he looked away and kissed her forehead. “Did you say thank you, bug?”

She peeked out at them and offered a small, shy smile that made Finn want to wrap her up in a blanket and give her all the unicorns and cookies she wanted. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Leo said softly.

“Course, kiddo.” He bent to offer a fist bump, and from that angle, it was terribly easy to imagine a toddler tucked up against a Tremblay jersey that belonged to the man himself. It would happen someday—he’d come home from whatever he did after retirement to a family of their own, one or two or three kids plus his favorite people in the world. Her little hand nudged his own, and Finn had to take a deep breath when he straightened.

“Thank you,” her father said. “I’ve—there are no words. You’re good people.”

“We try,” Finn said weakly.

He looked at them for a moment longer, then nodded. He didn’t say another word as they headed back into the crowd, vanishing among the hundreds upon hundreds that had packed into the rink to start their weekend off right. Maybe it was past the kid’s bedtime. Maybe her mother waiting at home for them, oblivious to the harrowing experience they had just gone through. Maybe it was just the pair in a downtown apartment. Finn loved the fans, but he had never thought much about them outside the bleachers before.

Leo sniffed. “She was so tiny.”

“Oh my god, I know,” Finn breathed, turning away from the crowd. “And her little hair bow—”

“Her hair bow,” Leo said plaintively. “Fuck, I want one.”

“A hair bow?”

“A baby.”

Finn kissed his cheek, folding their hands together. “Later, sweetheart. We’ve got time."

#finn ohara #leo knut #ocs #sweater weather #vaincre #lumosinlove #my fic #fanfic #lost child #discussion of kids #logan tremblay

[sinisterexaggerator]

So we know how the Duros duo take care of their SO's while sick, how they act when sick....how would the Duros dad's react the first time their kid got sick, and not like a lil sniffle but actually sick?

Instead of headcanons this time, I wound up writing ficlets!

After talking about how sadistic I write my Bane, I went out on a limb and wrote him super soft one of the only times I imagine he would be: around his kid!

Word Count: 838 total

Warnings: None. Sick baby, cuddles, fluff, family feels.

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He hadn’t wanted the kid, hadn’t asked for the kid, yet here the kid was. It had taken him weeks, months, just to get used to the idea. You had announced that you were pregnant, and he had nearly choked. But now things were different. He was different, and very worse for wear.

But it wasn’t due to anything you had done, or even your little tyke. The runt was sick. Really sick, and Cad Bane was beside himself.

You caught him glaring, for lack of a better word. Stock-still as a statue, he eyed the sleeping grub.

The only thing that placated the agitated Duros was the toothpick he rolled along, whorled about by the pink point of his often vulgar tongue.

Your hand came to rest upon his shoulder; he didn’t stop you. In fact, he squeezed it gently. It was out of place, though actions often spoke louder than words in his defining case.

You were not neglectful, you attended to your child, but it did not matter how often you came or went, for Cad was always at his side.

At one point the room was dark, your human sight was ill-adjusted. You had thought he left without a word, but his ruby eyes peeked open. They blossomed in the night, like a Candlewick flower in its native habitat. Bane’s eyelids blinked as he inspected you, the duties you attended to, from beneath the wide brim of his bolero hat.

You tried to coax him to your bed at this late hour, but Cad only waved you off. He wouldn’t leave his tiny heir, the male halfling that slumbered quietly.

You caught him the next morning, snugly sequestered in the toddler’s makeshift nest – he had chosen to forego the comfort or the company of your loving touch to spend the evening with the fruit of your fertile loins.

The youngling was feeling better; he was crooning in his daddy’s ear. He was alerted by your footsteps, a hand moving to withdraw the blaster that was not there.

It was a rule. He did not wear them in the house, though he kept them close in case anyone dare encroach, infringe, or otherwise creep on his little family.

“Did you stay awake all night?” you asked the man.

He corrected the position of his signature incidental atop his head, rubbed at an itchy spot beneath his scarred and weathered rostrum. Then, he rearranged himself to sit. The little boy crawled into his lap, and Cad Bane did something that was rare – he smiled.

“Maybe,” was all he said.

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“No, I tried that.”

“Yeah, that too.”

“You’re not helping by yelling at me!”

“No, I don’t want you to come here!”

“Because you’re all the way on Duro!”

“It’s fine, everything’s fine! I’ll figure it out! Gotta go!”

“Shriv, I’m right here. Can I do anything?” you asked the irate Duros.

“No!” he snapped at you, though perhaps not aiming to.

Suurgav had called his mother, not trusting you, himself, or anyone with the well-being of his baby girl. She ran a fever, her eyes were droopy, and she had lost her healthy glow.

The fledgling was strapped to her daddy’s waist, one arm encircling her as he bounced her gently while he paced.

“Waak’cha kaaq,” he whispered in her ear, Durese words that meant “poor thing.” Though you knew that all his worrying wouldn’t help her in the end.

You carefully took her from him; he followed you around the house, shadowing your steps. She was shivering, so you ensconced her in warm blankets and held her to yourself.

Shriv wrapped the both of you up into a tight embrace. He breathed into your hair as the Duros felt like shedding tears.

“Sweet man,” you called him as your lips brushed against his jaw. He held you tighter, rubbing his rostrum into your downy locks.

“I’m sorry, I’ve just never had to deal with this before. I feel so powerless, useless. I just want her to get better.”

The baby peered up at Shriv; she was old enough to understand. She rumbled out a purr and chirped, a sound that meant she loved him.

Shriv sighed, squeezing her pinky finger. He was so in love with her, just as much as she was with him. “Let’s put her to bed,” you offered.

He slowly nodded. He held her hand the whole way there. Shriv was tired just like the baby, he had been awake all night, fretting and floundering on how to help.

You left them for just two ticks. You ran off to grab more blankets and some water - to stay hydrated was important, especially when ill.

Shriv had curled into a little ball around his daughter. He was snoring softly. The toddler yawned, snug as a bug. She placed her tiny open palms on Suurgav's cheeks.

You thought your heart was going to melt inside your chest, seep right out the spaces between your ribs - those two would be the death of you, even if they hadn't meant to.

#Cad Bane #Cad Bane x You #Cad Bane x Reader #Shriv Suurgav #Shriv Suurgav x you #Shriv Suurgav x Reader #Duros #Star Wars #x read #x you #ficlet #fanfiction #sickfic #anonymous request #my writing

[hannibalzero]

Charles Smith liked to think he wasn’t ruled by his secondary gender like most alphas his age. He was mature for a 18 year old, an old soul and serious. It was just who he was, Charles was told he got his seriousness from his mother. That’s all his father talked about, when he was awake. Charles was a young long horn bull, working his fathers failing ranch the only gift his mother left him up. Ranch work was neglected when fucking Arthur Morgan, the omega son of the Van Der Linde ranch the biggest in the state…that used to be Charles until his father sold it to the Van Der Linde.

Not like Charles hated Arthur or anything but it sometimes annoyed him that his father pissed half the ranch away. Arthur was cow, a strong young man, works hard and good at hunting.

They are casual friends and sometimes hung out together, worked on the fence together and went to school, but today…was different, Arthur was riding his horse Beast a big black shire, holding a toddler in his lap. The most beautiful toddler Charles had ever seen, a sweet little African American girl, hair braided in twin strands.

Arthur’s new little sister Tilly, The Van Der Linde’s fostered a lot of kids. Since Arthur’s adopted parents, Hosea (a jack rabbit) and Dutch (a Lion )alpha couldn’t have children so they filled their home best they could. But Tilly made it look like….Arthur had /Charles/ baby. Charles snorted tail swishing as he watched. Why did? Did Charles want Arthur to be his? He knew Arthur was single but…he didn’t want to lose a good friend.

But the thought of Arthur, holding a tiny baby to his large chest. Smiling up at Charles. Arthur would be a good mama, would baby wear? Maybe he would use a backboard if he made Arthur one? Maybe fuss over the car seats and keep trying to get up at night no matter how tired he was. Maybe Arthur would work the ranch with Charles and their baby?! Arthur joining him for the powwow, baby dressed up with Charles in full regalia. Charles had to shake his head to get back to reality.

Right as Arthur noticed Him, Arthur tipped his hat and gave a smile. “Howdy Charles. Doin some line riding?” Arthur called out with that big smile, those blue eyes peeking out from under that black brim hat. It made Charles heart flutter when Arthur smiled like that. Arthur was a tough son of a bitch when it came to people but when it came to Charles, his family or horses the man was a angel. Arthur was known for being a rough fighter and won quite a few fights in school. Most people thought Arthur was a bull but no, a beautiful sweet dairy cow. Speaking of which Tilly was resting a fat cheek on those beautiful tits.

Charles was a bit jealous now. “Good afternoon Arthur, showing Miss.Tilly the ranch?” Charles replied with a good smile of his own.

“Ether.” Tilly said around her pacifier pointing to the eagle feather in Charles hat, a gift from his grandfather.

“Yes’ir, Hosea had to run to town. Was gonna take Tilly to the flower field? Just down the way.” Arthur pointed out as Tilly mimicked him. “If you ain’t doin anything…would ya like ta come? I gotta cooler filled with dinner and-“ Arthur was blushing adorably as he cleared his throat. Was Charles actually seeing this? Did Arthur like him? Charles stated to blush as well.

“Sure, I wouldn’t mind. I brought my bow…maybe we can shoot together? Not at the same time! Can’t hurt Tilly but we take turns?” Charles was fumbling just as bad as Arthur now.

“That’all be great, I’ll meet ya at the gate to let ya in.” Arthur lightly nudged beast to get him going as Charles fallowed. “You’re Pa let you take Tilly out here?” Charles asked as they road together.

“Ummmmm, yeah Cuse I gotta cellphone now. The ranch is big and the youngins fallow me around a lot so papa and daddy gave me one. Micha is mad as hell but he would just sell it for..” Micha was the oldest alpha son of the Van Der Linde. He was known for steal everything and selling it for drugs.

Dutch must have a soft spot of the ugly vulture because he kept bailing Micha out. “Is he still messing with you?” Charles asked voice low now.

“No, I broke his jaw. At least I hope the stupid son of a bitch doesn’t try again. Keeps sayin how he’s gonna be my alpha and I gotta learn my place. How he’s gonna sell the ranch’en.” Arthur stopped and pulled down his hat a bit. “I know I ain’t gotta right, I’m a ugly so’mbitch and I’mma hard to handle…but I won’t ever mate a man like that.” Arthur was trying to hide the fact that he was trying not to crying. Tilly patted at Arthur’s cheek cooing to him. “Thank ya Tilly.” He whispered kissing her head.

“You have every right to turn down unworthy people, honestly you would be doing us all a favor if you killed Micha.” Charles gave a snort as Taima road them through the gate Into the unending pasture. “As for ugly, why do you lie to yourself?” Charles slightly flirted enjoying how pink the cow became.

“Sure sure, forgot you where good at bullshittin’ just like pa.” Arthur road ahead a bit now.

#my writing #charles smith #arthur morgan #wild at heart au #Charles/Arthur #same age au #omegaverse #Charles is a bull #Arthur is an adorable moo cow #Tilly is a cat #rdr2 #arthur morgan rdr2 #rdr2 charles #writing #fanfiction

[astriefer]

Dinner Night With the Herondales

Pairing: Gabriel Lightwood & Cecily Herondale

Summary: The title is pretty self-explanatory. Plus baby Anna is a little thunderstorm and her family loves her a lot.

Length: +2k

CW: none

It's a fic for my dearest friend and one of the coolest people I know. happy late birthday!! <3

The lightwood Townhouse, London 1886

Two-year-old Anna Lightwood marches from the nursery, eyes twinkling. She walks across the lounge as her father follows her, trying half-heartedly to retrieve his stolen hat. "Mam!"

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Gabriel puts no real effort into it, more concerned Anna doesn't crush into a wall. He seems amused if anything, and by the mischievous smile plastered to Cecily's little girl's face, it's clear she's quite enjoying herself too.

She only stops pacing around the room when she's in front of her, Gabriel on her heels. Bright, eager blue eyes look at her, a replica of her own.

"Ma," Anna says, in that childish, high-pitched voice of hers. Cecily smiles and crouches down so Anna doesn't have to tilt her head so high. Cecily wouldn't be able to do it soon.

The hat was far too wide on her small head, falling forward and covering her eyes. The dark-haired woman fixed it for her daughter. "What a lovely hat you have there, cariad bach."

Anna touches it, pleased with the compliment, and giggles. Her chubby hands grasp the brims of Gabriel's hat – with effort, as it was huge on her – and tilting it as if she's in a show, bowing to her crowd. It only results in the hat falling on her face again. Cecily's heart fills with warmth as she laughs. So confident her daughter is, making mischief and standing for what she wants. Even if it was her husband's hat.

Cecily finds it hard to believe one can possibly love so hard. But she looks at her husband, his green eyes meeting hers. There's this undeniable emotion in his eyes as he looks at her and their daughter, pride and adoration and happiness she feels just as much.

While she gets back on her feet, Gabriel swoops Anna into his arms. The toddler squeals and squirms, her dark hair is revealed when he lifts the hat from her face and puts it neatly on his head. Anna, in an instant, retreats to kicking her arms and legs in protest. The maid enters the lounge just a moment after, quick to bring Anna a hat fitting her size. It matches her dress, a blue shade or two lighter than Cecily's own outing dress.

Gabriel thanks the maid while Anna, still not satisfied, attempts to steal his hat once again. The pout on her face makes it hard to do anything but laugh. "You're a little troublemaker, aren't you?" He says, arching an amused eyebrow at his oldest daughter. Anna, ever unapologetic and confident, puts her hands on her waist and makes a sound of pure dissatisfaction.

"You two, stop it," Cecily sighs. Inside, however, she finds it very entertaining. Being done herself, she takes Anna from Gabriel so he can finish the last touches on his appearance.

"Well," he says with a broad grin, finished fastening his cuffs. He gestures broadly to the door as he links his and his wife's arms together. The graze is gentle and warm. "Off to Wales, we go."

*

"I can't believe it," Gabriel grumbles. It's the fifth time he says this sentence accompanied by a grumpy face he wears ever since they entered the carriage.

"Oh, hush," Cecily says. "There are worse things than that."

"It’s the third time this week!" Gabriel proclaims, visibly annoyed. "And it is only Wednesday." The blue-eyed woman presses her lips at his words, adjusting the toddler on her lap as he continues. "I have never," Gabriel huffed, "ever imagined I'd be subscribed to the `steal-your-in-law's carriage` membership."

Much to their surprise, when they left their townhouse earlier they found the carriage raider – without the carriage and with a note. Soon Gabriel came to the realization his dear in-law, Will, had 'borrowed' his carriage to a visitor of the Institute that wished to go to town but had no carriage available. Had Gabriel's brother lived far from them, they would have gotten stuck.

"I don't believe you had much of an option," Cecily responds, biting down a snort. She seems hardly as irked by her brother's antics. It only agitates him more. "Not that you were asked, for the matter."

The carriage comes to a halt in front of the London Institute. After climbing the stone stairs leading to the door, the three Lightwoods are ushered inside by a maid. She offers to take Gabriel's hat. He refuses, instead letting Ana toy with it like she so loves to do.

The maid bows and quietly rushes to call her masters. No longer than a few minutes later, Tessa Herondale steps into the room.

"Cecily, Gabriel," she welcomes them warmly with open arms, a smile tugged on her lips. They rise from their seats to embrace her. Cecily presses a kiss to her cheek as well, and Tessa kisses Anna's forehead. "It's been some time, hasn't it?"

"Indeed," Cecily agrees, putting her hand on her sister-in-law's forearm. They met in enclave meetings and when they had to visit the institute from time to time, of course, but nothing other than work for the past month. "We've been so caught up with tending to Anna, we barely had time for anything else."

Tessa smiles kindly at them. "The joys of parenthood, I suppose."

Gabriel glances at Tessa's hand, resting on her swollen belly, pregnant with her and Will's first child. "Is it truly safe for you to travel through portals?" he asks. "Do pregnant women suffer any kind of side effects from it?"

Tessa waves her hand dismissively, clearly unbothered by his concern. "Frequent travels through portals are not recommended, but there's no real harm. Besides," she adds as if in an afterthought, "Charlotte is the consul and she visits Idris and London regularly. I doubt she – or Henry, frankly – would have put the fetus in danger if that was the case."

"Oh," Gabriel seems and sounds relieved. The tension set in his shoulders loosens by a fraction. "Right, of course."

Tessa eyes him suspiciously. Before she can query him about that, he changes the subject. "If we're yet at the topic of children," Gabriel grimaces. "You should know that dear husband of yours is one, too. And a thief."

Tessa raises her eyebrows in question, so the green-eyed man elaborates. "He stole our carriage."

"Again?"

"Exactly what I was saying," Gabriel nods. He looks at Cecily who just rolls her eyes. He sighs, and Tessa sighs, and if Church – who is asleep on the lounge's window - could sigh, he would have done that too.

Tessa shakes her head, but shrugs. "William," she says if it solves all Gabriel's problems. "I'll have a word with him."

"I hope your baby won't grow up to be a thief like their father," Gabriel murmurs. "I hold high hopes for it, considering it shares at least half your genes." He'll love the child nonetheless even if they would be an immaculate copy of Will, and all three of them know that. Still, he wishes his nephew would be a bit less impish. Wistful thinking, he knows.

Tessa pushes back brown curls behind her ear. "No matter, now. Shall we go to the portal?"

They agree, so Gabriel picks up little Anna, still fiddling with his hat, and together they go towards the portal of the London institute.

*

Heronadle estate, North Wales

"Oh my," Linette Herondale says when they appeared on her estate's doorstep. "My beautiful granddaughter, how much you've grown!"

"Hello to you too, Mother," Will jokes, then lets himself be swept into a tight hug. "We’ve come for the food."

"I'm sure you did, cariad, " Will and Cecily's mother says in a lighthearted tone as Edmund opens his arms to welcome his family as well. 

Cecily hugs them and watches as her parents hug her husband and daughter just as firmly. After they all get inside, they sit around the broad dinner table. Scents of Cecily's childhood food flare her nostrils. It's been too long since she had a meal of her homeland - the maids serve them cawl, and bara brith, and she feels so nostalgic she almost burst into tears. She concentrates on eating, meanwhile keeping a watch Anna doesn't devour anything she shouldn't. Gabriel, on his part, concentrates on bantering with Will and discussing the latest events of the London Enclave. He asks for a napkin and Will throws it at him.

"Anna, aren’t your father and uncle ridiculous?" Cecily smiles softly at her daughter. She points her finger up, then continues, "Please, never learn from them."

Anna burst out laughing. Gabriel shakes his head at the accusation. It's hardly his fault he has Will as his brother-in-law.

"Why are you so cruel, younger sister, despite we share the same blood?" Will chuckles, just as Gabriel says, "Well, you still married me."

"Not much I can do about the first thing, " Cecily drawls. The people around the table laugh, while Gabriel seems pleased with himself and Anna babbles happily for no reason.

At one point, once they finish dinner and drank some wine - except for Tessa, who's pregnant, and Cecily who said she doesn't feel like it - they settle in front of the fireplace. Cecily and Gabriel sit on the loveseat in front of Cecily's parents, Tessa in the armchair while her husband plays with Anna on the rug.

They brought various toys Anna enjoys with them to dinner, but she is entirely fascinated by a new game her grandparents brought her. It was a colored wooden train carriage, big enough to not be a hazard to Anna's safety.

"Ai'n," she says to Will, pointing at the train. He grins, nodding. The toddler then yawns, so Gabriel gets up to pull her into his arms. It was soon her bedtime, and his parents-in-law made sure to have a bassinet in cases like this. Before he turns to go, Anna protests. Pushing her palms on his chest to get his attention, she looks her father in the eye. "Ta'ain," she demands.

"The young lady got some attitude," Edmund points out, amused.

"Like mother, like daughter," Will muses as Anna says gibberish to Gabriel, to which he nods. She looks very grave and demanding, probably in an attempt to tell him what she wants.

Cecily's about to remark back to her older brother when Gabriel lands his eyes on Cecily, and there's only admiration in them. "I agree. And aren't they perfect?"

He flushes at the realization of his saying, catching the train toy before quickly disappearing out of the room. When he finally returns, Anna is not with him and his cheeks are just slightly less red.

"Rydw i'n dy garu di," Cecily whispers to him when he takes his seat next to her. Gabriel turns away, mostly so they wouldn't see how he fails to repress a wide grin.

"So, Tessa, how much longer it is until you're due?" Linette asks, sipping from her tea. Her legs are crossed and her other hand rests on Edmund's.

They were always affectionate like that, and Cecily has always viewed them as the perfect couple. She grew out of this, learning no marriage is perfect, but she still sees the way they look at each other with love, even after all those years.

"A few weeks," Tessa replies, leaning back against the armchair. Her voice softens, and Gabriel can't describe the emotion written on her face. "I cannot wrap it around my mind. It's something I feel I still ought to get used to."

"We weren't sure we could ever have this," Will comments. He reaches to caress the back of his fingers against Tessa's belly, no longer a bump like it was a few months ago. "It's still difficult to comprehend, you know? That we're creating life."

Cecily and Gabriel look at each other and smile quietly. They watch the other couple have this moment together. They discussed their lives and their loved ones before Linette lifts herself up from the coach.

"Cecily, annwyl," she says, "can you help me with something in the kitchen?"

Cecily obliges and follows her mother until they reach the small space of the kitchen. When they're inside and there's no one to hear, the older woman starts, 'Is there anything going on?"

Cecily frowns. "What do you mean?"

"You might be a grown woman now, and a mother," Linette crosses her arms, "but you're my daughter, and the fact remains intact. There's something you want to tell us, I've noticed it all evening. What is it?"

Cecily levels her eyes with her mother, the same dark blue both her and her brother share. "Nothing bad, I promise," she brushes dust off her blue skirt and straightens up. "Just wait."

She walks back to the parlor, her mother next to her. Gabriel gazes at her as she sits down next to him with a quizzical look. "I think it's time," she concedes, taking Gabriel's hand in hers.

"Time for what?" Tessa quirks an eyebrow at her, and Cecily takes a breath before nodding toward Gabriel.

"We didn't come just the three of us. Cecily, myself, and Anna, that is."

"Oh?" Edmund looks puzzled. "Who else? I've seen no other come through the portal?"

"Well…" Gabriel and Cecily both turn their gaze down.

To Cecily's flat stomach.

"Don't tell me…" Tessa's voice trails off. Cecily's gleaming eyes are her answer.

"Heavens!" Linette puts her hands over her mouth. "Are you pregnant?"

Cecily nods, letting Gabriel rest a protective hand on her stomach. She doesn't need it, and he knows she can handle it on her own just fine, but he also wants to be close to the baby, to her.

It follows a few reactions from all four of the other people in the toom:

"Pregnant!"

"How long have you known?"

"Oh, angels, another Herondale."

"I'm going to have another grandchild?"

They let themselves be surrounded by the love and questions of their family, smiling the whole time.

*

When they returned home with sleeping Anna, Cecily throws her hands around Gabriel. He wraps his hands around her immediately, holding her close. She says the same thing she has said earlier, and on their wedding night, and when he's done something stupid, and when their Anna was born. "Rydw i'n dy garu di."

*

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[edutainer2022]

I have a killer headache today, so a fluffy Jeff and Scott sleep-fic WIP goes up. The ideas, bouncing about, are thanks to @flyboytracy and the giftset of Scott, tumbling down Dad's planetoid, @janetm74 and her Scott vs. Sleep in-depth explorations, and @gumnut-logic in some way or other (I did remember what comments inspired the visuals in my head). There is supposed to be and will, at some point, be an unabashedly fluffy closing scene, featuring Virgil, but re: killer headache today.

SHIELD OF PROOF

**Then**

"It isn't fair!"

His wife's huff is equal parts amusement and exasperation.

"How do you do that, Jeff? Seriously? I get stranded with a toddler shaped supersonic jet. You waltz in from the Moon and he's the sleepy kitty, napping at a drop of a hat!"

She throws her hands up in a dramatic flare, but her eyes are brimming with fondness. He hides a smile in the crown of curly brown hair and makes it a kiss for good measure. The sleeping child is breathing puffs of air into his chest, one tiny arm hugging Dad as best he can, another still holding a toy plane. Jeff could never imagine the idea of a heart swelling with love could feel so real.

"Well, at least Virgil gives you no trouble. That little guy could sleep through a rocket take off."

Which he promptly has. Baby Virgil made GDF private chat trends, having famously slept all through his Dad's launch to Alpha Shadow base.

The trick with Scott, a firm believer in going "run", "fast", "jump" and "vroom" ALL THE TIME, and a self-proclaimed nap-nihilist at a wise age of two and a half, was to remember the little fella was a Tracy. It would get you nowhere to talk him out or to deny what he's set his mind on. But it was possible to reason with the boy and suggest a more optimal solution to obtain the ultimete goal (running about with a toy plane, making engine noises) - say, the plane engines needed to cool down, so how about we wait for a moment right there, on the couch, and then it can fly even faster. Between officer training tips and the unbridled adoration and trust in the bright blue eyes - Jeff soon had a sound asleep toddler in his arms. Or maybe it was because the arms were strong, and big, and Dad, and Dad was THERE.

His wife is openly smiling now, reaching down to extract the toy from the small hand.

"Do you want me to take him? I'm going to check on Virgie anyway."

He adjusts his hold on the warm, small weight with one hand and pulls her closer for a quick kiss.

"Nah, we're good. I'll get Virgie once this little man is up and about again."

Which is bound to happen sooner than they'd both like. The house will be filled with invigorated pitpat of tiny running feet, and shrieks of delight, and little grumbly noises the roused baby would be making, as he would take Virgil to the back porch. But for now he settled to listen to his eldest son's even breathing, enjoying the quiet while it lasted. He was home.

**Now**

"How did you do it, Dad?!"

Virgil's baritone barely passed for stage whisper. He played along, raising a quisical brow at his son's dramatic gesture, spanning the length of the Island infirmary bed. Or rather, the considerable length of Scott, tucked to his father's side, sound asleep. To his credit, Jeff tried for looking sheepish, but it came out more cheeky than anything. Virgil was having none of that - hands up in the air.

"Seriously? You've been back from space for what? Twenty minutes? And you already have him cooperate, have an arm in a sling AND asleep?! It would have taken me the better half of the night!"

Jeff promptly bit down a response that he also got Scott to take painkillers and agree to a deeper scan first thing in the morning. All under half an hour. It felt a little bit comforting to know eight years down the line and he still had what it takes to stare down an adult son who was "fine, Dad, it's nothing, you need to rest!" and had just incidentally led a mission to rescue his hide from the far corner of the galaxy (having tumbled down half an exploding planetoid in the process). What didn't sit comfortably was the offhand understanding his other son would consider himself on Scott wrangling duty 24/7 apparently. It truly had been a long while since he was their father. This would need to change. He shifted a light hold on Scott's slumbering frame, mindful of the shoulder, secured in a sling over his shirt and (now confirmed) bruised ribs - and smiled up at Virgil.

"I have my bag of tricks, son."

Virgil's soft gaze was quickly shiting gears back to a deeper shade of worry (something Jeff would need to nip in the bud), as his hand reached for the medscanner. Which was obviously redundant as it was, likely, the scanner activation that sent his second eldest careening back to the infirmary. His mother barely managed to shoo everyone out to begin with, after Jeff had been settled and hooked up to monitors and IV lines. Alan was beat and half asleep on his feet. John was back up in orbit, to set up sorting data from their incredible trip with Eos (Jeff was a little fuzzy who that was, again - a student? some kind of child prodigy?). Kayo took off with the GDF and her uncle, having given Jeff a fierce hug. Gordon was bidding goodbye to Penelope (and Parker, of course) or whatever the kids called it these days (Jeff filed that one to bask in amusement later). Scott and Virgil were determined to keep round the clock vigil and to not leave Dad's side (possibly ever). Between himself and Mom he managed to negotiate Scott taking the first shift, fully intending to set up camp by his father's bedside and start on the report of the Zero-XL mission. The GDF guys did eye them funny, but still. A report right away? Jeff hid a sigh in a fit of cough. He had a mission of his own, till eight years of fatigue drew him under. Back on the planetoid, crumbling beneath his feet, the lifelong instincts helped compute the flash of lanky blue, tumbling as a ragdoll into the void, into the alarm claxon, blaring "son" and "fall", translating the surge of adrenaline into a single focus - "catch!", a move well honed ever since baby Scott first swandived off a backrest of a couch. Between taking in his son dangling off the death grip of his hand over the abyss, blue eyes transfixed in a mixture of awe and shock, meeting the rest of the boys all grown up and surreally THERE, in his arms, exposing the Hood in a surge of fury so consuming he was sure he scared his kids, and hugging his mother upon landing, he did allocate a breathing moment to process the thought there was no way Scott hadn't hit anything through the collision with every boulder that had been Jeff's home for eight years, or hadn't pulled anything in their drop and grab maneuver.

TBC

#thunderbirds are go #scott tracy #scott tracy needs a hug #scott tracy needs his dad #jeff tracy #thunderbirds 2015 #virgil tracy #lucy tracy #wee!tracys #methinks i have astronomy #my fic

[doctorhelena]

Doctorhelena’s 2022 Fanfic/Fanart Roundup

It’s that time of year again! Here is my annual fanfic/fanart roundup. (And here are the 2018,  2019, 2020, and 2021 versions!)

This year I posted:

7 different stories (including two drabble collections), with a total of 49,901 words 

10 different pieces of fanart!

and 4 Action Figure Adventures, which are - also some content I created. 😂

Fanfic:

1. All I Want For Christmas (Peggy Carter / Steve Rogers) - 22649 words Perhaps this was what settling down looked like, to them.

2. Caps out of The Bag (Peggy Carter / Steve Rogers) - 9277 words Captain America and Captain Carter have been successfully hiding their romantic relationship for just over a year. Until today.

3. Comfort and Joy: The Lost Chapter (Peggy Carter / Steve Rogers) - 6042 words Chapter 9.5: In Which A Scandal is Averted and a Mission Prepared For

4. Between the Acres of the Rye (Peggy Carter / Steve Rogers) - 5606 words “Hey, Barnes stole a jeep! Come on, Steve, let's go! You, too, Carter.”

5. A Stutter in Time, chapter 15 (Peggy Carter / Steve Rogers) - 4327 words (in this chapter) 1945 Peggy Carter appears in Tony Stark’s lab, and immediately throws a wrench into everything.

6. "I’ve Got the Shield. You’ve Got the Sword" (A Collection of PeggyNat Drabbles) (Peggy Carter / Natasha Romanoff) - 1000 words PeggyNat drabbles written for the Wednesday 100 Drabble challenge on Tumblr.

7. One Hundred Words to Say "I Love You" (A Collection of Steggy Drabbles) (Peggy Carter / Steve Rogers) - 1000 words Steggy drabbles written for the Wednesday 100 Drabble Challenge on Tumblr.

Fanart:

1. Battle of the Blades (Steggy) A figure skating AU (and fic preview!)

2. “Howard, I’m going to kill you for making me wear this bloody hat.” (Peggy Carter) A celebration of Peggy’s 101st (or possibly 103rd) birthday

3. “I assure you, Private, this is not what it looks like.” (Steggy) Peggy and Steve “getting office supplies” during the war.

4. “I spent three years in the mud of the European Theatre… the Eastern Front, the Western Front, and everything in between." (Steggy, Howling Commandos) A quiet moment around the campfire.

5. Washington DC SSR Chief Peggy Carter, her mysterious husband Grant, and their possible spy baby Jane. (Steggy) A family portrait (and fic illustration!)

6. What If… Captain Carter Had Met Bernard Stark? (Peggy Carter, Natasha Romanoff, Edwin Jarvis, Bernard The Flamingo) “Bernard in accounting was asking about you.”

7.  “Peggy donned a floppy brimmed hat trimmed with red ribbon, candy-apple colored sunglasses and a new two-piece bathing suit decorated with cherries.” (Peggy Carter, off-screen Steggy) Peggy and her toddler daughter looking fabulous on the beach (a fic illustration!)

8. “I could finish this a lot faster if I didn’t keep getting kicked.” (Steggy) Steve, a very pregnant Peggy, and a Halloween art project.

9. Captain Carter and the Christmas Alligator (Peggy Carter) A Little Golden Book written and illustrated by Steve Rogers (a fic illustration!)

9. Cozy Christmas Eve (Steggy) Peggy and Steve enjoy some much-deserved Christmas Eve downtime.

Action Figure Adventures:

1. “I can do this all day.” (Steggy)

2.  “So, any plans for Saturday night?” (PeggyNat)

3.  “Public displays of affection make people very uncomfortable.” (PeggyNat)

4.  “I’ve got the shield. You’ve got the sword.” (PeggyNat)

(Yeah, I don’t know what these are. Basically, playing with Barbies out loud, I guess. 😂)

#fanfic #fanart #my fic #my art #steggy #peggynat #captain carter #2022 roundup

[adjusted-karma]

Baby's Second Halloween 🦇 (Patreon DL | SFS DL)

18 BGC costume items for toddlers. All items tagged for feminine + masculine sims - Everyday/party category - Disallowed for random

EDIT 11/07: Guppy Jumpsuit edited to fix mesh gaps on chubby tots and Guppy Shoes specular added (bells are actually shiny now!)

🎃 Infant Costumes HERE

Bunny Ears: Hat (Brimless) - 6 Swatches

Bunny Tail: Left Bracelet - 6 Swatches

Bunny Paws: Gloves - 6 Swatches

Bunny Face Paint: Facepaint - 4 Swatches

Cat Ears Headband: Hat (brimless) - 28 Swatches

Cat Whiskers Facepaint: Facepaint - 3 Swatches

Jester Hat: Hat (Brimless) - 1 Swatch

Guppy Jumpsuit: Jumpsuit - 25 Swatches

Guppy Shoes: Boots - 14 Swatches

Magician Cape: Necklace - 7 Swatches

Magician Top Hat: Hat (Brim) - 7 Swatches

Halloween Onesie: Sets - 33 Swatches

Royal Crown:  Hat (brimless) - 12 Swatches

Unicorn Horn Headband: Hat (brimless) - 13 Swatches

Witch Hat (V1 - with spider): Hat (brim) - 7 Swatches

Witch Hat (V2 - no spider): Hat (brim) - 7 Swatches

Scawy Leggings: Leggings - 17 Swatches

Sparkly Leggings: Leggings - 16 Swatches

Tag me on twitter/tumblr if you use them! Let me know if there's any issues.

TOU

Don't claim as your own work

Don't reupload/put behind a paywall

Recolours with mesh included allowed (just credit please)

#ts4 cc #adjustedkarma cc #cas cc #toddler cc #Baby's Second Halloween #ts4

[primroseyarnco]

✨S K I F T H A T ✨ COMING THURSDAY✨ by: Kelsey Stephens (@primroseyarnco) Our first ever Winter KAL with @loopfiberstudio is quickly approaching, and with it is some super chilly winter weather! We don’t know about you, but we are experiencing a pretty hefty cold front here on the east coast, and that has us wanting to knit ALL the hats! Kelsey designed this hat to be #sizeinclusive (coming in 4 sizes: Baby/Toddler, Kid, Adult Small & Adult Large), perfect for anyone in the family! And trust us, if you haven’t started those holiday gift knits, this hat will have you covered! It is a crazy quick knit that only requires 1 skein of Loop Yin Yang Worsted, and 1 skein of our Homestead Worsted! It also features Kelsey’s favorite rolled brim method (no- there is no provisional cast on needed), to add an extra layer of warmth, and a stable snug fit to the base of the hat. ✨Our Skift Hat Winter KAL will kick off on December 24th and run through January 1st. ✨Kits will be added to the website this Thursday, during our regular shop update at 12 PM EST, the same day the pattern will be dropping on our website and on Ravelry. ✨As always, we will be sending out a newsletter on Thursday to announce the pattern drop and the kit update. Not signed up yet? Head on over to our website and get those emails on our newsletter list. See y’all on Thursday! #primroseyarnco #skifthat #loopfiberstudio #knittersofinstagram #knittersofig #knittersoftheworld #hatknitting #hatknittersofinstagram #strandedcolorwork #strandedknitting #strandedcolourwork #strandedcolorworkknitting #winterkal #knitalong #winterknits #winterknitting #knitspiration #knitting_inspiration #knittinginspiration https://www.instagram.com/p/Cly_trdPQxH/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#sizeinclusive #primroseyarnco #skifthat #loopfiberstudio #knittersofinstagram #knittersofig #knittersoftheworld #hatknitting #hatknittersofinstagram #strandedcolorwork #strandedknitting #strandedcolourwork #strandedcolorworkknitting #winterkal #knitalong #winterknits #winterknitting #knitspiration #knitting_inspiration #knittinginspiration

[handbagfashionexpert]

The Perfect Beach Bag For Families: Practical Tips and Must-Haves

A day at the beach with the family is a cherished summer activity, and having the perfect beach bag is key to ensuring a smooth and enjoyable experience. From sun protection to entertainment, here are practical tips and must-haves for creating the ideal family beach bag.

Selecting the Right Bag: Choosing the perfect Dino bag sky for a family requires consideration of size, durability, and functionality. Opt for a spacious tote with multiple compartments to organize essentials. Look for durable, water-resistant materials that can withstand sand and occasional splashes.

Sun Protection Essentials: Pack a family-sized sunscreen with a high SPF to ensure everyone is protected from harmful UV rays. Include lip balm with SPF, wide-brimmed hats, and UV-protective sunglasses for each family member. Sun protection is non-negotiable for a day at the beach.

Comfortable Seating Options: Bring along lightweight, foldable beach chairs or blankets to create a comfortable spot for the family to relax. Consider portable shade options like a beach umbrella or pop-up tent to provide respite from the sun.

Hydration Station: Staying hydrated is crucial, especially in the sun. Pack a cooler bag with chilled water bottles for the entire family. Consider insulated water bottles to keep drinks cold throughout the day. You can also include hydrating beverages like coconut water or sports drinks.

Snack Attack: Snacks are essential for keeping energy levels up, especially for little ones. Pack a variety of snacks such as fresh fruit, granola bars, trail mix, and sandwiches. Choose items that resist melting and are easy to handle in sandy conditions.

Beach Toys and Games: Entertain the kids with a selection of beach toys and games. Bucket and shovel sets, frisbees, beach balls, and sandcastle molds are classic choices. Consider inflatable games for added fun in the water.

Water-Resistant Electronics: If you plan to bring electronics like smartphones or e-readers, ensure they are in water-resistant cases to protect them from sand and water splashes. Portable Bluetooth speakers can also add some family-friendly tunes to the beach ambiance.

Beach Towels and Blankets: Pack plenty of beach towels for each family member. Consider sand-resistant towels that shake off sand easily. Bring extra towels to use as makeshift blankets or wraps for added comfort.

First Aid Kit: Accidents can happen, so it's wise to have a basic first aid kit on hand. Include band-aids, antiseptic wipes, pain relievers, and any necessary medications. Aloe vera gel can provide relief for sunburns.

Trash Bags: Maintain a clean beach area by bringing along a few small trash bags. Dispose of waste responsibly, and consider using a larger trash bag to collect all your family's garbage at the end of the day.

Ziplock Bags for Electronics: Keep phones, keys, and other valuables protected from sand and water by placing them in ziplock bags. This provides an additional layer of security, especially when electronic devices are involved.

Change of Clothes: A change of clothes for each family member can be a game-changer. It's particularly useful for the journey home, ensuring everyone is comfortable and sand-free.

Baby Essentials: For families with infants or toddlers, pack extra diapers, wipes, and a portable changing pad. Bring along a baby powder container to help remove sand from little hands and feet.

Zippered Plastic Bags: Include a few zippered plastic bags for storing wet swimsuits or containing sandy items. These bags prevent sand from spreading to other belongings in the beach bag.

Entertainment for All Ages: Don't forget to pack entertainment for various ages. Bring a book for quiet moments, a beach-friendly speaker for music, and perhaps a kite for some airborne fun.

Creating the perfect beach bag for a family outing involves thoughtful planning and consideration of each family member's needs. From sun protection to snacks and entertainment, a well-prepared beach bag ensures a day of relaxation, fun, and cherished memories. With these practical tips and must-haves, your family is ready for a fantastic day at the beach.

#Perfect Beach Bag #Beach bag #Beach Bag For Families #Practical Tips

[getthebestbabyhat]

Baby Hats and Apparel: Keeping Your Little One Cute and Cozy

Welcome to the world of adorable baby hats and apparel! Dressing up your little bundle of joy is one of the purest joys of parenthood. Not only are baby hats and clothing necessary for keeping your baby warm and comfortable, but they also offer the perfect opportunity to showcase their unique personality. From cozy knitted beanies to trendy onesies, there is a wide range of options available to suit every parent's taste and style. In this article, we will explore the importance of baby hats and apparel, along with some trendy and functional options for your little fashionista.

When it comes to infant  clothing, it's essential to prioritize comfort and safety. Babies have delicate skin that is more prone to irritation and rashes, so choosing soft and breathable fabrics is crucial. Look for organic cotton or bamboo blends that are gentle on your baby's skin and allow for proper airflow. Avoid scratchy materials or clothing with rough seams that may cause discomfort. Remember, comfort leads to happy babies!

Aside from comfort, baby hats serve a crucial purpose by keeping your little one warm. Babies have a larger head-to-body ratio than adults, which means they lose heat more quickly. During colder months or in cooler climates, a hat can help regulate your baby's body temperature. Opt for hats that fully cover your baby's ears to protect them from chilly winds. Knitted caps or fleece-lined hats are perfect for providing warmth and insulation against the cold.

In addition to functionality, baby hats and apparel also allow parents to showcase their little one's style. Gone are the days of plain and boring baby clothes; today's market is filled with an array of trendy options. From animal-themed hats to personalized onesies, you can find a wide range of designs to express your baby's unique personality. Dressing up your baby in cute and stylish outfits not only makes them the center of attention but also creates precious memories to cherish.

Don't forget about the sun! Protecting your baby's delicate skin from harmful UV rays is essential. Sun hats with wide brims provide shade for your baby's face and neck, reducing their exposure to the sun. Look for hats made from UPF (Ultraviolet Protection Factor) fabrics that block out the sun's harmful rays. Remember, it's never too early to start practicing sun safety!

In conclusion, baby hats and apparel are more than just a fashion statement. They are essential for keeping your little one cozy, comfortable, and protected. When shopping for toddler boy clothing, prioritize comfort, safety, and materials that are gentle on their delicate skin. Choose designs that complement your baby's style and consider the climate and season. With a wide range of options available, you can dress your baby in adorable outfits that make them the star of the show. Happy shopping!

[wearsierra]

Infant to Toddler Bucket Hat, Cotton Summer Holiday Child Toddler Hat - 1 - 3 Years

This ode to summer toddler hat is sure to keep your bundle of joy cool and comfortable throughout the summer holidays. 2" brim to keep the sun and dust away from little one's eyes. Comes in fun girlie shades to match all of your fashionista's spring and summer wardrobe. Perfect for days at the pool or beach, or simply hanging out backyard style.

Benefits:

Perfect for shading your little one from the sun's harmful rays

Attractive baby cap in round shape

Made from the softest cotton and polyester blend

Light and nice material to keep your little one cool

Comes in fun shades for summer

Product Description

Colors:  Coral, Light Pink, Light Pumpkin, Red, Violet, White

Material:  80% Cotton, 20% Polyester

Size:  19.5 inches

Care: Hand wash and lay flat to dry

Imported

#toddlerhat #buckethat #summerhat #kidsfashion