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ova-kakyoin · 2 months
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the best ship trope is actually 'side couple that has been together since the start of the series and dont have any real relationship drama but also have friends and personalities outside of each other'
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celadonwanderer · 1 year
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the things you keep with you
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heartofstanding · 5 months
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just checked the word doc which has my draft of the shrewsbury wound-john bradmore sequence, thinking it was around 10k long. it's actually 19,242 words long. double what i thought it was. holy crap.
#text posts#the henry v novels#literally just goes from hal waking up immediately post-shrewsbury to hal waking up immediately post-operation#and the start of a timeskip to his 17th birthday#(i kinda want to revise it to put in stuff from what i learnt about facial injuries in wwi caused by shrapnel and add in two more joans)#(joan of navarre and joan waryn hal's nurse - joan fitzalan is already there)#reread it recently and thought about how the alternate povs of it would be SO UPSETTING#hal's pov is somewhat kind to the reader because he's pretty out of it#he's either out of it with rudimentary medieval painkillers and anaesthesia or off his face with pain.#there's still emotional shit there but it's filtered through the physical pain and the 'drugs'#everyone else is dealing with the emotional shitshow of seeing someone you love in absolute fucking agony begging to die#while fearing he's going to die and having their own traumas#(i.e. joan fitzalan watching the grandchild that most resembles her dead daughter almost die)#(i.e. edward/aumerle has a brief appearance and you know he's Fucked Up because of losing richard ii and now he's losing hal)#(i.e. richard courtenay is basically 'i will stay here and love him as he dies if he dies' and witnesses every. fucking. thing.)#(i.e. joanne waryn is there and remembering him as a little baby she helped raise.)#(i.e. humphrey is Just A Kid trying to be strong for his big brother and making everything worse for bradmore)#(i.e. scrope can't cope and has to live with the guilt of that and oldcastle is overwrought and causing problems)#(i.e. bradmore is like 'i can see you're in desperate need of a dad. hello desperate need i'm dad.#also. i think your grandma might kill me if you die. so. don't ok?)#(i.e. joan of navarre is meeting her new husband's son for the first time and hoping he doesn't die.)#and hal's just. largely oblivious to all this.
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kalkydra · 2 months
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hate that talking about past trauma makes people uncomfortable because like divorced from when the trauma was ongoing. some of it is kind of funny. my grandmother, more than once, called the police on my baby brother when he was a teenager because . he refused to do the dishes. and she told the cops every time that he was doing elder abuse on her
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icterid-rubus · 9 months
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I went to my first dinner party since Covid and a woman I haven’t seen for years showed up and told me her kindergarten aged grandchild just enrolled in an international language school. She asked me to guess why she chose this particular language for the child and when I quite literally ran out of guesses—as she wouldn’t just say it—she giddily told me it’s because there are two other schools before this one on the same road and therefore a crazed shooter would go to one of them first before her grand child’s.
As I tried to pull together some semblance of a straight face after this bizarre confession from a women I barely knew even before a three year break, she began telling me of her foiled plans to sew her grandchild a Kevlar hoodie that she could curl up into during a mass shooting, as machine gun proof Kevlar cannot be cut and sewn by a home crafter.
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floridaboiler · 1 year
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"Calvin? Calvin, sweetheart?"
In the darkness Calvin heard the sound of Susie, his wife of fifty-three years. Calvin struggled to open his eyes. God, he was so tired and it took so much strength. Slowly, light replaced the darkness, and soon vision followed. At the foot of his bed stood his wife. Calvin wet his dry lips and spoke hoarsely, "Did... did you.... find him?"
"Yes dear," Susie said smiling sadly, "He was in the attic.
"Susie reached into her big purse and brought out a soft, old, orange tiger doll. Calvin could not help but laugh. It had been so long. Too long.
"I washed him for you," Susie said, her voice cracking a little as she laid the stuffed tiger next to her husband.
"Thank you, Susie." Calvin said. A few moments passed as Calvin just laid on his hospital bed, his head turned to the side, staring at the old toy with nostalgia.
"Dear," Calvin said finally. "Would you mind leaving me alone with Hobbes for a while? I would like to catch up with him."
"All right," Susie said. "I'll get something to eat in the cafeteria. I'll be back soon."
Susie kissed her husband on the forehead and turned to leave. With sudden but gentle strength Calvin stopped her. Lovingly he pulled his wife in and gave her a passionate kiss on the lips. "I love you," he said.
"And I love you," said Susie.
Susie turned and left. Calvin saw tears streaming from her face as she went out the door.Calvin then turned to face his oldest and dearest friend. "Hello Hobbes. It's been a long time hasn't it old pal?"
Hobbes was no longer a stuffed doll but the big furry old tiger Calvin had always remembered. "It sure has, Calvin." said Hobbes.
"You... haven't changed a bit." Calvin smiled.
"You've changed a lot." Hobbes said sadly.
Calvin laughed, "Really? I haven't noticed at all.
"There was a long pause. The sound of a clock ticking away the seconds rang throughout the sterile hospital room.
"So... you married Susie Derkins." Hobbes said, finally smiling. "I knew you always like her."
"Shut up!" Calvin said, his smile bigger than ever.
"Tell me everything I missed. I'd love to hear what you've been up to!" Hobbes said, excited.
And so Calvin told him everything. He told him about how he and Susie fell in love in high school and had married after graduating from college, about his three kids and four grandkids, how he turned Spaceman Spiff into one of the most popular sci-fi novels of the decade, and so on. After he told Hobbes all this there was another pregnant pause.
"You know... I visited you in the attic a bunch of times." Calvin said."I know."
"But I couldn't see you. All I saw was a stuffed animal." Calvin voice was breaking and tears of regret started welling up in his eyes."You grew up old buddy." said Hobbes.
Calvin broke down and sobbed, hugging his best friend. "I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry I broke my promise! I promised I wouldn't grow up and that we'd be together forever!!"Hobbes stroke the Calvin's hair, or what little was left of it. "But you didn't."
"What do you mean?"
"We were always together... in our dreams."
"We were?"
"We were."
"Hobbes?"
"Yeah, old buddy?"
"I'm so glad I got to see you like this... one last time..."
"Me too, Calvin. Me too."
"Sweetheart?" Susie voice came from outside the door.
"Yes dear?" Calvin replied.
"Can I come in?" Susie asked.
"Just a minute.
"Calvin turned to face Hobbes one last time. "Goodbye Hobbes. Thanks... for everything...""No, thank you Calvin." Hobbes said.
Calvin turned back to the door and said, "You can come in now.
"Susie came in and said, "Look who's come to visit you.
"Calvin's children and grandchildren followed Susie into Calvin's room. The youngest grandchild ran past the rest of them and hugged Calvin in a hard, excited hug. "Grandpa!!" screamed the child in delight.
"Francis!" cried Calvin's daughter, "Be gentle with your grandfather.
"Calvin's daughter turned to her dad. "I'm sorry, Daddy. Francis never seems to behave these days. He just runs around making a mess and coming up with strange stories.
"Calvin laughed and said, "Well now! That sound just like me when I was his age.
"Calvin and his family chatted some more until a nurse said, "Sorry, but visiting hours are almost up.
"Calvin's beloved family said good bye and promised to visit tomorrow. As they turned to leave Calvin said, "Francis. Come here for a second.
"Francis came over to his grandfather's side, "What is it Gramps?"
Calvin reached over to the stuffed tiger on his bedside and and held him out shakily to his grandson, who looked exactly as he did so many years ago. "This is Hobbes. He was my best friend when I was your age. I want you to have him.""
He's just a stuffed tiger." Francis said, eyebrows raised.
Calvin laughed, "Well, let me tell you a secret.
"Francis leaned closer to Calvin. Calvin whispered, "If you catch him in a tiger trap using a tuna sandwich as bait he will turn into a real tiger."
Francis gasped in delighted awe. Calvin continued, "Not only that he will be your best friend forever."
"Wow! Thanks grandpa!" Francis said, hugging his grandpa tightly again.
"Francis! We need to go now!" Calvin's daughter called.
"Okay!" Francis shouted back
."Take good care of him." Calvin said.
"I will." Francis said before running off after the rest of the family.
Calvin laid on his back and stared at the ceiling. The time to go was close. He could feel it in his soul. Calvin tried to remember a quote he read in a book once. It said something about death being the next great adventure or something like that. He eyelids grew heavy and his breathing slowed. As he went deeper into his final sleep he heard Hobbes, as if he was right next to him at his bedside. "I'll take care of him, Calvin..."Calvin took his first step toward one more adventure and breathed his last with a grin on his face.
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valeskafics · 6 months
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"Sleepless Nights" - Osferth x Uhtred's Daughter!Reader (Drabble)
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a/n: request from @slytherincursebreaker for the crew meeting osferth and reader's baby! hope you enjoy, love 💕
Summary: Your friends and family gather to meet your and Osferth's newborn.
Word Count: 750
Rating: Teen
TW: afab reader, she/her pronouns, profanity, innuendo, childbirth, fluff
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the The Last Kingdom characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated ❤️
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After Osferth’s near brush with death in Rumcofa, the two of you knew then and there that you wished to marry. Father Pyrlig married the two of you in a small, intimate ceremony, attended by your friends and loved ones. Even your sister, Stiorra, made the trip from Eoferwic to be there for your nuptials, along with her husband.
Now, nearly nine months later, you have just given birth to your and Osferth’s first child. The birth was difficult - Osferth very nearly thought he was going to lose you with how frail you looked after your child was brought into the world. But you, ever your father’s stubborn daughter, gave him that fierce look of yours and demanded to hold your babe. Osferth just shook his head and smiled at you, the three of you laying in bed together, wrapped in a state of bliss. You decided to name her Thyra, for your aunt, a good, strong name. A Dane name.
A week after the birth, all of your friends and family have again gathered at your small home in Winchester, eager to meet the little bundle of joy. Your father, Young Uhtred, Osbert, and Stiorra manage to push their way past everyone first, insisting that as your father and siblings, they had more of a right than everyone.
“I practically raised her,” you hear Finan grumble to himself, only to be silenced with a withering glare from your father.
As Stiorra’s husband, Sigtryggr manages to enter the room as well, ignoring Sihtric’s cries of protest, snickering to himself as he greets his little niece. You and Osferth stand proudly, little Thyra in your arms as your father comes to meet his first grandchild. He takes the baby in his arms, tearing up as you announce her name proudly. Osferth wraps a protective arm around your shoulder and presses a kiss to your temple, murmuring that you should rest. You squeeze his hand, assuring him that you are well. How can you be expected to rest when everyone has come from so far? You want to enjoy every moment of this.
“Hello, little Thyra,” your father coos, “I am your grandfather. You look so much like your mother and grandmother…”
You rest a hand on your father’s shoulder, Stiorra resting one on the other, sharing a secretive little smile as your father tries to pretend he wasn’t crying. Sigtryggr and Stiorra take little Thyra next, Stiorra grinning in spite of herself as she grabs for her finger, chewing on it with her gums.
“A true Dane,” Sigtryggr grins at his niece before handing her to your younger brothers, “Are you sure you want them to hold the babe, sister? I wouldn’t trust these two as far as I could throw them-”
“Oh, come off it,” Osbert grumbles, too young to hold your daughter, but happy enough to look at her and play with her while Young Uhtred does, “She’s so little. And red. Like a tomato.”
“Osbert!” Young Uhtred hisses before turning to you and smiling apologetically, “Sister, Osferth. She is beautiful. God has blessed you both with little Thyra.”
“Don’t we know it,” Osferth smiles at you lovingly, kissing your cheek again.
Your siblings and Sigtryggr leave the room, allowing Finan and Sihtric to finally enter. Sihtric holds your little girl first, grinning.
“Well, looks like Baby Monk managed to have an actual baby,” he teases Osferth good-naturedly, making your husband flush a shade of pink, “We didn’t think you had it in you.”
“Oh, yes we did, don’t you remember those brothel girls in Rumcofa?” Finan nudges Osferth, prompting you to give him an amused smirk.
“Brothel girls? Finan, I think you and I should talk.”
“Finan, stop trying to ruin my marriage,” Osferth whines, earning a boisterous round of laughter from you, your father, Finan, and Sihtric.
“You three make a beautiful family,” Finan says sincerely, pressing a kiss to Thyra’s forehead before handing her back to you, “No one deserves this happiness more than you.”
“Thank you, Finan,” you smile, giggling as Thyra starts to fuss, “I need to feed her. I will be back in a moment.”
After you’re gone, Sihtric clicks his tongue at Osferth, “You’re going to have your hands full.”
Osferth knits his brows together, “Pardon?”
Your father smirks and nods in agreement, “If she is anything like her mother, prepare for many sleepless nights. She’ll be a little devil.”
“Osferth, you look a bit peaky,” Finan observes, just as Osferth faints.
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sarawritestories · 14 days
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Remember Me
Cassian X Fem Reader
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Summary: Reader's Grandmother's memory is deteriorating. When Gram has an aggressive episode, Reader falls apart at the realization she is losing her best friend. She misses family dinner and Cassian feels the devastation through the bond checks on her.
Content Warning: Memory loss of a loved one, Death of a loved one, crying.
A/N: I've been thinking about my favorite Angel lately and apparently I needed to get some feelings out. Some of these are based off real memories though its mostly fiction but the love for my gram is real! I cried a lot while writing this, so please be kind.
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“What are you doing here?” My Gram sneered. I stood frozen mouth agape, Madja warned me things had begun deteriorating quickly. I just hadn’t realized that it was impacting her personality. Her voice brook me from my thoughts, “Well, what do you want? Why are you here?” I took a sharp breath for the first time in my entire life my gentle loving grandmother held ire in her eyes, and they were glaring down at me. It wasn’t always that way.
“I win!” A younger me howled as I cleared my hand of card. My grandmother smiled and snapped her fingers in mock disappointment.
She opened up her arms and I ran right into them, her scent of cookies we made earlier and clean soap filled my nose. Home. She was my home, “Good job, my lil’ Princess.” She kissed my cheek with her pink lipstick smudging my cheek.
I grinned widely, “Can we play again?”
Gram let me go and started reaching for the Cards, “Let’s play.”
My chest felt tight, and I doubled checked to make sure that the bond was shielded on my end, not wanting to worry your mate. Her face held nothing but rage and fear of a stranger in her room. It was like a whole different person. Shaking the surprise of her behavior I took a breath, and reached out to her, “Gram.”
She swatted my hand her she yelled, “Don’t touch me, where’s my granddaughter? What have you done with her?!” I froze and blinked and blinked once more. “Healer! Healer!” She looked back at me and the broken sound of her scream, “Get out! GET. OUT.”
I bolted out the door and ran into Madja who was rushing in as I was speeding out. She gripped my arms, “Are you alright?” the healer’s brows knitted together in concern. Not trusting myself to speak I shook my head. “Her condition is worsening. There is nothing I can do. She’s fading fast I fear she may only have a few more weeks with us.”
I stepped out of her grip as the news sunk in. I dodged her attempt at an embrace and sprinted home. My legs wanted to give out, but I pushed forward and was trying to keep myself together. I ran through the door, and once I was in the confines of my home, I slid down the front door and fell apart. Tucking my legs to my chest I buried my face into my knees as sobs racked through me. Memories of my childhood, flooding to surface.
Laughter filled the room as Gram, and I were baking cookies and dancing in her kitchen. As she spun me around, we heard the door slam open. Male voices filled the room and Gram gave me a knowing smile, as excitement bubbled over as Cassian, Azriel and Rhysand barged through the kitchen. I had met Rhys in school, and he introduced me to his brothers when they would come to visit Velaris the four of us becoming fast friends and Gram had instantly welcomed them in her home and required them to visit before they went back to the Illyrian camps whether I was here or not.
The moment I saw Cassian’s shaggy hair I leapt into his arms. Quick to hold me, he gripped onto me in a bone crushing hug his wings tucked in, He turned to face Rhys and Azriel. “See, Princess, here knows how to say hello.” He kissed my check and gave me a full grin, “Hello, Princess.” I rolled my eyes as he put me down. He heard Gram call me that once and had not stopped calling me that. There was a point where it stopped bothering me and I began to enjoy it.
“Stop flirting with my grandchild and give your gram a hug,” Cassian put me down and gave her a hug, kissing the top of her head as I hugged Rhys and Az. Gram laughed, “I swear every time you three come home you get bigger.”
Rhys and Az both walked over and hugged her as one of Az’s shadows sneaked him some cookie dough. Gram playfully swats at him, “The fresh ones are on the cooling rack.”
The boys all lunged for the cookies. When I elbowed them for one of my own, I frowned as they cleared the way and found they took them all.  I sighed crossing my arms as two muscular hands caged me close to his chest delicious cookies in my line of sight. “Help me out, Princess.”
I smiled and grabbed both treats from his hands. He casually snaked his arms around my waist pulling me closer, whispering in my ear, “One day, when we are exchanging Gram’s cookies to accept the mating bond.”
I leaned my head on his chest taking a bite of the baked good, “Bold of you to assume we will be mated one day.”
He kissed the pointed part of my ear, “I’m not assuming smart ass. I’m just hopeful.”
There was a lot of laughter that caused my gaze to drift to the table where Gram was smirking behind the cards she was holding in her hand as Azriel’s shadows passed out the cards. I placed my hand over his, “Me too.”
~Later that day~
The house was almost quiet, the not so soft sounds of the three Illyrian’s snoring. I walked into the dining room where Gram patted the seat next to her. Taking the open seat her hand found mind giving it a comfort squeeze. “Time for girl talk.” I perked up as this was My favorite time of the day where it was just the two of us talking about all topics. She leaned over and watched the three soon to be warriors snoozing in her living room. “They are good males, Y/N. Promise me that you four will take care of each other when the time comes for me to see your grandfather again.”
My brow furrowed, “Of course. Though that won’t be until centuries, right?” Gram patted my hand.
“Yes, Princess, though I do miss your grandfather very much. I long to be in his arms again. Hopefully one day the mating bond will snap between you and a certain Illyrian when you are old and gray you will understand where I’m coming from.
I took a glance over at the sleeping long haired mail. His face so peaceful in his sleep. The stress of the world is no longer at the forefront of his brain. “Gram, do you think we could be mates?”
Gram grinned, “I do, it will snap in the right time.”
“I hope you’re there for the mating ceremony if it does.” I say leaning my head on her shoulder.
She laid her head on top of mine, her curls grazing my forehead. “Me too, Princess. Me too.”
I had no memories of moving from leaning on the door to lying down on the floor. I felt like I was drowning in my tears and was swept in the undertow. I heard a soft-landing upstairs and the boom of a male voice, “Princess!” He ran down the stairs, “Princess, where are- “He abruptly stop and then his hazel eyes meet mine, “Baby. What’s wrong, are you hurt?” He scanned me for injuries, and he cupped my face wiping my tears.
“Cass.” I hiccupped and he picked me up off the floor and carried me to the couch in our living room. “Why are you here?”
He snorted, “Leave it to my mate to ask me why I am in my own home.” He sat down and held me on his lap, my head laid on his shoulder and I could feel concern down the bond. “You put your shield down on the bond and I felt your overwhelming sadness. Then Madja told Rhys you visited Gram.” A fresh wave of tears started, and Cassian ran his fingers through my hair. “She wouldn’t tell him details but I could put it together.
“She’s dying Madja, said she only has months. Today she didn’t recognize me, “I whispered as Cass pulled me closer to him and pressed his lips to my forehead. “She asked what I did with her granddaughter. I’ve never seen such anger in her eyes.” I began to sob again and buried my face in Cassian’s neck.
Cassian rubbed my back and made sure to cocoon me in his wings, whispering soothing words in my ear. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. What can I do? Should I get Rhys and Az?” I shook my head.
“Just hold me. Please.” I clung closer to him gripping his leather tight and his free hand wrapped around mine.
“Of course, Princess.” Cassian kept rubbing against my skin and humming a little tune that lulled me to a dreamless slumber.
Cassian and I finally reached Gram’s table after the mating ceremony, she gave me a smile and kissed my cheek and Cassian kissed the top of her head. “You look lovely dear.” Gram patted my head confusion sparked in the elder fae female’s eyes. “What’s the occasion?”
I tilted my head, “Gram, we talked about this yesterday. My mating ceremony today.” I exchanged a worried glance to Cassian to find his face mirrored mine, his hand gripping mine a little more tight than normal.
Gram’s face lit up, “Oh how wonderful, I knew you would find your mate, who is the lucky fella.” She asked and her question was genuine and true.
Cassian bent down and gripped Gram’s hand, “It’s me Gram, Cassian. You’re favorite Illyrian.” He smiled.
She patted his cheek, “Well you’re so handsome, are you going to take care of my pretty princess,” clearly the memory of him asking for her blessing gone.
Cassian kissed her hand, “Yes and I will make sure she is well cared for ma’am.” It took everything in me not to burst into tears. I felt Az and Rhys behind me, and Cass must have too, “Rhys and Az will too. We made you promise to be there for each other. We’re going to keep it.”
Gram nodded her head in approval and saw the two handsome males behind me. “Oh hello, aren’t you two handsome fellas too.”
Rhys and Azriel gave a sad smile and instead of dancing the four of us sat around my favorite person and just talked about our lives and our adventures and she started talking about me but like she was a stranger. “My granddaughter, she’ll find a mate one day and I hope her mate loves her like you love yours, Sir.” She spoke to Cassian, and I could see his own heart breaking.
He squeezed my hand under the table, “I’m sure she will and the male or female that does will make her feel like the most important person in the world.” We spent the first night of our mating ceremony holding each other and crying over the interaction.
~A month Later~
We were having brunch with our friends, as I tried not to think of the looming cloud of losing my Gram. Rhys came into the dining room of the river house with a somber look on his face. His gaze met mine, and suddenly the food in my mouth turned to ash. “Madja just reached me. She says its urgent.” Dread pooled in my stomach. “It’s about Gram.”
Cassian’s wing curved around me, I swallowed my food and tried to level my breathing, I felt the cool kiss of Azriel’s shadow around my ankle. “It’s time, isn’t it?” Rhys’ eyes lined silver, and he nodded.
The four of us and Feyre were around her, her breathing was labored, but her eyes for the first time were cleared. Madja had informed me she is lucid and that she most likely had enough fight to say goodbye. She said it was a rare to see in memory loss severe as hers but it can happen. “My, you four have grown up.” Her eyes reach Feyre. “Rhys who is that lovely lady?”
Rhys let a tear fall down his cheek, and held out his hand for Feyre to take, “This is my mate, Gram. This is Feyre.”
Gram weakly raised her hand and Feyre took it. “You keep this boy in line okay, he always tries to get into trouble.”
She smiled and squeezed Rhys’ hand, “I will, Ma’am.”
She pointed to Rhys, “And you, take care of this beautiful female, don’t let her go.” He held her hand for his and he knelt to take it. “You have been an outstanding High Lord. Your momma, would be proud.”  Cassian pulled me close as Rhys nodded and kissed her head, whispering in her ear.
Azriel stepped forward next and Gram’s smile brightened, “My shadowsinger.” He gripped his hands, “You are so strong and so brave, but it’s your kindness and your loyalty that sets you apart. And if a partner of yours can’t see that or appreciate you, they are not worth your time.” She cupped his face and he leaned into it kissing her palm, “Also tell those shadows of yours to stay away from my lil’ Princesses, cookie dough.” Azriel laughed through the tears and promised also kissing her forehead.”
Gram’s eyes met mine, then Cassian’s as if she could see the gold bond that tethers our hearts together, “I always knew you two would be together.” She smiled and opened her arms and Cassian released his grip and I ran into her arms. Sobbing into her night gown. “Oh lil’ princess, don’t cry over this old bag of bones. Your grandfather, came to me yesterday, and told me to come home soon.” I sobbed hard and she soothed my hair. “Shhh, Cassian come here.” My general steps forward and she grips his hand. “I am so proud of you. My sweet Cassian. You have grown into a fine male. Take care of her you hear me?”
“Don’t worry Gram, our Princess is well cared for. I’ll make sure it stays like that.”
“Good.” She pulls me away from her shoulder and walks her shoulder, “Remember what I said all those years ago. Take care of your boys. You’re all each other has now.” She coughs and I gripped her hand in mine. “If there is one thing, I’m most proud of in this life. It’s being your grandmother.”
I whimpered and sniffled, “Being your granddaughter is mine.”
“I love you more than the stars in the sky, my lil’ Princess.”
‘I love you too.” I whispered as I held her hand in my mind and watched as she leaned back her breathing labored, as if her conversation with us cost her so much. Cassian gripped my shoulder as we watched as her breathing slowed and it stopped all together. Her hand loosened in mine, and I couldn’t hear her heartbeat anymore, and the scream that erupted from my chest was broken.
Cassian grabbed me and pulled me to his chest, rocking me as his own tears soaked my hair. The room was filled with sniffles and hiccups for what felt like hours and Cassian had held me tightly.
It was Rhys’ voice soft and somber that pulled me away from Cassian’s chest to look at my High Lord, my brother, “Cauldron save you. Mother hold you.”
He walks toward the bed grabbing the blanket, and Az voice joins him, “Pass through the gates, and smell that immortal land of milk and honey.”
Cassian was the one who joined next as Rhys raised the blanket tenderly over her face, “Fear no evil. Feel no pain.”
I wiped my tears as there was a pause and the three of them looked at me and I felt a light hand intertwined with mine. Feyre looked at me eyes lined with silver understanding in her gaze as she led me to my grandmother and through my tears I finished the prayer, “Go and enter Eternity.”
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softest-punk · 1 year
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Anyway @mandolinearts, foster dad Hob for you :D
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No amount of forewarning could have prepared Dream for the startling array of feelings that would assault him upon stepping into the New Inn and being confronted by the sight of Hob cradling a newborn in his arms, head bent toward a young woman the two of them cooing quietly over the baby. Perhaps it makes no difference that he had none at all.
Hob would have mentioned a wife, surely. A partner. Whatever his relationship is. He would have.
Except that Dream had reacted badly the last time he had mentioned wife and child, and Hob is not expecting this visit, and perhaps he ought to—
“Hello, stranger,” Hob greets cheerfully, his attention diverted from the babe in his arms to Dream. He has a name, by which to call him. A choice of names, and he has chosen Dream, and Dream feels an array of ways about this as well but the strongest of them is a deep, resounding pleasure that with a selection of Dream’s many names laid out before him, Hob has chosen the truest of them.
“Come and meet my granddaughter,” Hob adds.
Granddaughter. Granddaughter?
The young woman who seems to be just a few years younger than Hob himself appears is his child?
It is perfectly possible, of course, but the risk Hob takes. And an adult child he has failed to mention?
The surprise is enough to render Dream mute.
Instead of inquiring further, he moves to sit on Hob’s other side, pulling a chair up so he may look over Hob’s shoulder at the tiny baby. Hob’s tiny baby. His grandchild.
“Her name is Willow,” Hob enthuses, as though this is the most wonderful name any child has ever been given.
“She’s…” Dream begins. She is many things. Tiny. Mortal. Beloved. An accomplished dreamer with a wonderful imagination despite the scant week she has been in the world.
“Beautiful.”
This, Dream thinks, most of all.
“Melanie,” the child’s presumable mother offers her hand across Hob, who is too preoccupied with his precious burden to bother with the social niceties of introduction.
“Is it all right if I tell her your name?” Hob asks. “She knows about me, obviously.”
“Will you not be jealous if your daughter gains knowledge of a name after three minutes which you yourself did not have the use of for six hundred years?” Dream asks.
Melanie’s mouth falls open, her eyes suddenly alight.
She looks absolutely nothing like Hob, except that her smile is as bright and freely offered, and her eyes twinkle in much the same way.
“Oh, I know exactly who you are,” she says. “The mysterious stranger.”
Dream blinks.
“Practically the first thing Hob told me when we met was about you—” Melanie begins, only to purse her lips at a look from Hob, a grin threatening to break through.
Met. Met?
“Met?” Dream asks.
“When I was fifteen and my parents kicked me out,” Melanie says, the barest catch in her voice.
She has a nightmare of this incident, now that Dream looks. A rainy evening. A tearful call to a friend. The feeling of being all alone in the world. Abandonment. Fear. Monstrousness.
But then there is another dream. A smiling face, the warmth of which is familiar to the Lord of Dreams himself. Kindness. An umbrella in the rain, a hand outstretched. Hot chocolate. Safety.
Hob. The dream is of Hob.
Willow makes a sound of displeasure, possibly at being ignored.
“Shh, darling. You’re still the most interesting thing in the room,” he says. “I’ve known him six hundred years, but I’ve only known you half an hour. I’ve got so much to show you.”
Hob’s voice, thick with emotion, makes something inside Dream ache.
“Do you want to hold her?” Hob asks. “Can he hold her?”
Melanie nods. “Do you know how to hold a baby?” she asks.
“It has been some time,” Dream admits. This, Hob does not yet know. “But I do not believe it is something one forgets.”
Hob hands her over expertly, and Willow falls immediately asleep in Dream’s arms.
Melanie’s mouth falls open again. “How did you do that?” she asks.
Hob chuckles. “Of course she’ll sleep for you,” he says. “Careful, or you’ll end up splitting the babysitting with me.”
“I would consider it an honour to be charged with the care of your grandchild, Hob Gadling,” Dream murmurs, settling Willow’s tiny, warm weight a touch closer to his body, offering her human warmth in exchange.
It takes him a moment to realise Hob is staring openly at him.
“Have I said…?”
Hob breaks into a soft, warm smile. “It was just very sweet.”
Dream smiles back, without wholly intending it. “Perhaps there is something to the idea that it is possible to have a sweet dream,” he says.
Hob laughs. “Oh, I have no doubt that under all this you’re soft as marshmallow.”
Melanie excuses herself a moment, and leaves the two of them alone.
“You are a symbol of safety to her,” Dream says. “In her dreams. When she runs from the worst of her nightmares, it is to you she runs.”
Hob bites his lip. “Are you trying to make me cry in public?” he asks.
“You took her in when she had nowhere else to go. I am simply marvelling at how you always seem to have come further, in your humanity, each time we meet.”
Hob snorts. “All your fault, you know,” he says. “Started back when… do you remember Louise Baldwin?”
Dream nods.
“Aye, well, she had a couple of kids, turned out. Older. One of them already married with kids of their own. Absolutely useless husband who, I will add, copped his share of black eyes from me and eventually learned to stay away. Anyway. I married her, you know, for the look of the thing, so she’d have someone who could decently take care of her. Moved to the country for the fresh air and space and so no one’d know who we were. Had a little family again. She didn’t last long, but I set the kids up as well as I could. Took care of them until they were ready to fly the nest.”
Now it is Dream’s turn to stare.
“Then it just. Sort’ve became a habit,” he says. “Fought in the Great War. Couldn’t do it again when the next one came around. Let the greys show through, carried a cane around and let myself limp a bit more than I would’ve. Bought a big place in the country, took in kids from London during the Blitz. That was… obviously there was a war on, but it wasn’t so bad, having a house full of them. Running around the place.”
Dream pauses to picture Hob surrounded by children, being dragged into games and endlessly harassed and smiling all through it, as he is now upon recalling it.
“I’ll be the first to admit that the sixties, seventies, and half the eighties are a bit of a blur,” Hob says, grinning. “Got to fall off the wagon occasionally, keep things interesting, and I hadn’t had a really good messy phase in a century. Pulled myself together for you, of course,” he adds, this last part gently. Hob knows why Dream was not in attendance at their last scheduled meeting, and in any case had blamed himself the entire time, and harbours no ill-will.”
“Anyway. Somewhere along the line I became the go-to contact for kids that needed a place to stay and a safe adult to be around for a while, but who couldn’t have any paperwork involved because they’d just be sent back. I suppose you know the kind of kids I mean.”
“I understand,” Dream confirms.
“Some of them only needed a couple of nights, a week or two, maybe a few months to get themselves sorted. I see most of them occasionally. Keep in touch.”
“But Melanie is different,” Dream says.
“A few of them were,” Hob says. “Melanie got herself caught in a dress and lippy when she was fourteen,” he adds softly. “Her dad didn’t take well to it. Her mum was a bit better but couldn’t stand up to him. So. We just. Fell in with each other for a while. I gave her away at her wedding,” he finishes, beaming proudly. “With any luck, this one’ll let me do the same. If she ever gets married.”
“Are you marrying my daughter off already?” Melanie asks, returning to her seat beside Hob.
“Mm,” Hob teases. “This one here’s in the habit of cradle robbing for his brides. Fairies, can’t trust ‘em.”
Dream wrinkles his nose. “I am no mere fairy.”
Hob chuckles beside him. “No, but you are ridiculously easy to get a rise out of,” he says, warmly. “I think you have to give her back now.”
Dream blinks. He had all but forgotten about the child in his arms.
Once she is handed back to her mother—she will be fast asleep for some time yet, a gift to both of them—Dream misses the weight, and the warmth, and the soft wash of simple dreams filled with new wonder.
Hob says his goodbyes, and returns with a happy sigh and a wistful look in his eyes.
“Would you ever have another?” Dream asks, suddenly curious. “Your own flesh and blood?”
“Not yet, anyway,” Hob says. He pauses a moment, looking carefully at Dream. “You?”
Dream’s eyes widen. “How did you—?”
“I’m not going to pry,” Hob says. “You’re welcome to tell me on your own time. Just. Couldn’t miss it. One dad to another.”
“I would like to share those memories with you,” Dream says. “One day.”
“I’ll look forward to it. In the meantime,” Hob adds. “I was serious about that babysitting. Drop in for baby cuddles anytime I’ve got her.”
“I will endeavour to make myself available,” Dream says, already fashioning in his mind a host of suitable infant dreams, just for his newest friend.
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joekeeryswife · 2 months
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angel baby - a.t
hello everyone! first Alex imagine and of course it is a dad one lol. i feel like that’s all i’m good at writing. here is holding his daughter for the first time, probably has some mistakes. short and sweet, enjoy🩰
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he had no idea he could love something so much. his heart felt like it had exploded. he loved you of course but this, this was a different kind of love.
“my angel, we have been waiting for you” he cradled her, his eyes darting across the newborns face as she slept peacefully.
his finger softly stroked her cheek, she newborns cheek twitched slightly, obliviously it had tickled her. he was in awe.
“god you look like your mum. she has said from day one that you’d look like me but deep down i knew you’d be as beautiful as her” he couldn’t take his eyes off of her.
you were sleeping soundly on the bed across from the pair, a difficult labour had worn you out and Alex had begged you to get some rest even though you didn’t want to you obliged.
“your mummy had a very hard labour with you, i was so scared but now you’re here and you’re both safe. it still doesn’t feel real” it was true, it was fairly known that Alex had his fair share of girlfriends in the past.
he didn’t even know if he’d wanted to be a dad but that all changed when he met you. as soon as he laid his eyes on you he knew that you were the one he was meant to marry and create a family with.
you were quite a bit younger than him, him being 38 and you being 28 made people talk but he didn’t care. he loved you and no amount of hate comments would change that.
“i can’t believe i am your dad” he didn’t know why but he could feel himself welling up. just looking at this perfect angel that he and you had created just blew his mind.
the baby shifted in his arms, a small stretch and a yawn followed. she slowly blinked, her dark eyes matching his. she was only five hours old, probably wondering where the hell she was but their eyes locked and a few tears fell down his cheeks
“hi sweet girl, look at you with your eyes open already” he shifted slightly, getting himself more comfortable in hospital chair.
he sniffled “you have got so many people excited to meet you princess. you’re the first grandchild, you’re going to be so spoilt”
his parents where getting older and with him being the only child he wanted them to have at least one grandchild to carry on the Turner name.
his mother had been ecstatic when she found out she was going to be a grandma, and she was even more excited when she found out it was a girl.
she had knitted all different hats and blankets for the baby, her room was filled with clothes and toys they had bought because this was a huge deal to them.
alex heard you stir as you slept, he finally took his eyes off of his baby girl to check if you were okay. you had a traumatic labour, baby girls heart rate had dropped as you were pushing and as you pushed her out you got quite an awful tear leading to you getting 24 stitches.
you didn’t wake up, only stirring to get in a more comfortable position and Alex watched you until you stopped fidgeting to make sure you were okay.
after what happened, Alex knew he would do everything in his power to make you as pain free and stress free as possible. he turned his attention back to the small newborn in his arms. the two of you had discussed names, some being too unique, some not being unique at all and some being just boring but finally after nearly a full blown argument about her name you had picked one which suited her perfectly.
“now i know that you’re a newborn and you’ve literally just entered the world but we need to stick together and make sure that your mama has no stress. you’ve got to be the most perfect newborn ever. she had a very difficult time bringing you into this world” he leant back into the chair and adjusted the baby carefully in his arms.
she looked at him, eyes blinking slowly as she looked up at her father “yeah, you’re looking confused now but you definitely know who i am. i used to speak to you all the time when you were in there” your daughter already had thick brown, curly hair under her pink hat the hospital gave you.
“you know, you really are one of the most beautiful things i have ever seen in my life and i have seen quite a few pretty things in my lifetime” he lent down to press a small, sweet kiss on her forehead. “i’ll never let anything happen to you angel. i love you so much Posie”
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lolaxbunnyy · 2 months
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IDK IF YOU STILL DO MY HERO ACADEMIA AS IM NEW- but I love your writing so
What about poly Bakugo, Deku, Todoroki x Fem!reader who’s nine months pregnant, due any day now. She’s about to go into labor but they’re not home due to a mission
Idk if I explained this well 💀
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also I hope this is good enough I haven’t been on here in a while 😬 . Also I gave the baby a name and a gender if you want something else then you can feel free to change it. Also if anybody has anything they would like me to write please ask!
warnings: fem black reader, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of birth, nothing bad though just enjoy.
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SHOTO, IZUKU, AND KATSUKI. The top three most amazing and well known pro heros who were well loved by their fans had a little secret. They had a pretty little wife who was carrying one of their babies. Katsuki decided that he was going to be the one to get her pregnant first, the other two had no problem with that. After months of trying and no show she was finally pregnant and all four of them were so happy to finally have their first kid.
It’s been 9 months already and their precious baby girl has yet to leave her place within her mamas tummy.
Y/N rubbed her swollen belly as she did her rotations on her exercise ball. Katsuki’s mom was here helping her out with the little things that she needed. Mitsuki loved her from the moment Katsuki introduced them and now that she’s going to have a little grandchild she was even more happy with her future daughter in law.
"Y/N honey. The boys are calling again."Mitsuki said as she walked in from the kitchen to the living room rolling her eyes. “This is the fourth time they’ve called in the last hour.” Mitsuki chuckled.
"They're so worried that you're going to pop before they get back." Y/N grabbed the phone from, Mitsuki’s hand and put it up to her ear.
“Hello?” “Hey, baby. You doing okay?” Y/N rolled her eyes even though he couldn’t see her. “Yes I’ve been okay since the last time you called.” She heard him chuckle. “Okay. You’re a little worked up. What happened? Sick of us calling?” Y/N giggled. “Nope, never. I can’t even miss or worry about you guys because you’re too busy calling all the time instead of focusing on your task that you three were sent to do.” Before Izuku could respond she heard the faint voice of someone talking to him. “Oi? Is that Curls?” Katsuki of course.
Y/N heard what sounded like the phone being snatched away from Izuku. “Oi, Curls! If you ever hand up in my face again we’re gonna have some problems when I get back home, you hear me?” Y/N chuckled. “Yes sir.” She heard the blonde kiss his teeth before handing the phone back to Izuku.
“Sorry, bout that. Anyways you’ve got some scolding to do to Katsuki anyways.” “Don’t you dare tell her about that!” She could tell Izuku rolled his eyes. “He was being careless today and almost lost his leg.” Katsuki grumbled. “ ‘Was not bein’ fuckin’ careless. ‘The hell was I s’posed to know he was gonna turn his leg in to a fuckin’ chain saw?!” Y/N pursed her lips. “Y’know if you two are done bickering we have matters to attend too.”
Shoto said out of nowhere. “That’s right. Well baby, look like we gotta go. We’ll see you next week, hopefully.” Katsuki butted in. “Yeah so tell the brat to avoid her eviction notices till then.” Y/N laughed. “I’m sure she heard you, Kat. I’ll see you boys next week. I love you.” “We love you more baby.” Then the phone clicked and the call was over.
Y/N sighed. She truly did miss them. Sure she enjoyed the company of her soon to be in laws, but she missed her boys. It was quiet and peaceful while they were away and she hated that. The bed was always cold and empty and she also hated that but it still smelled of them and she could at least appreciate that. So did the large shirt that she borrowed from Shoto’s side of the closet.
The boys had already been gone for two weeks and they’d be back home next week but it doesn’t feel like Blossom can wait any longer to be out in the world. Her eyes trailed over towards the belly cast that she had gotten done. The boys had decorated it all pretty and even drew a little family of four on it in Katsuki’s terrible excuse of a drawing. She’d never tell him that though because even if it was bad it’s still cute and still has meaning to it. She can still even feel their careful hands on her stomach.
Izuku’s hands are the most scarred and a little calloused but still firm and calming. Katsuki’s hands being the most calloused and somehow a bit sweaty from time to time. Sho’s hands were the softest but were always cold.
She missed the special treatment and massages they’d give her before they left. They were very caring and spoiling.
It’s been like this since they’ve found out that she was pregnant. They couldn’t be home for her, they had their moms take care of her. Then when they came home for the night, they’d be all over her because in their words, “you look so cute when you’re pregnant.”
She smiled softly at Mitsuki as she smelled the cooking of her favorite food. It’s getting later and later and there was a storm outside brewing. She didn’t want her poor boys caught outside in the rain.
"Y/N, Inko sent some more clothes for Blossom." Mitsuki smiled as she handed them to her. “Awe. We’re going to run out of space in her little closets.” Y/N held the shirt to her stomach. “Do you like it, B?” Y/N suddenly winced at a sharp pain in her stomach. “Okay, I’ll put it away.” But the pain kept coming. Mitsuki helped Y/N up carefully and at that very moment, her water broke.
Mitsuki immediately started to call phones. "Inko, Rei! It's happening! I need you here now! The babies coming!"
Mitsuki was rushing around the house to get the bags ready and extra clothes before helping her soon to be daughter in law towards the car.
Once they arrived after some time Mitsuki rushed in to get a nurse and she came back with a nurse who had a wheelchair ready and the both of them helped Y/N out of the car in to the chair and she was wheeled in and rushed towards the maternity floor. They put her in a room and went to go get things ready for her.
“Where the fuck are they going?!” Y/N whimpered out as one if her hands held her stomach while her other arm was draped across her face. Rei and Inko walked in. "They're going to get everything ready. More doctors and your epidural for your pain, Honey."Inko responded and Y/N hummed in pain.
“Did you call the boys?” Rei asked and Mitsuki nodded her head as she tried to get Y/N comfortable and situated. "Yes but they're not answering. I think they're too busy in what they're doing."
Rei let out a soft okay before looking at the clock on the wall. 12:03 AM it read. A nurse came back in and injected her with the medicine but it didn’t have time to do its job because right after the doctors came in and it was time for her baby girl to come out in to the world.
Everything went smoothly. (beside the three mothers having to stop Y/N from attacking the nurse. Twice. First time because if her giving her the epidural late and second because the bitch almost dropped her baby.) when Blossom was all cleaned up it was about. 2:19 when Y/N got to hold her baby and feed her.
She was so pretty. Her skin was a mix between Y/N and Katsuki and her hair was blonde and straight but Y/N was sure that her curls would come in soon. Last but not least her eyes her round and (e/c) just like her moms as she looked up at her through her blonde eyelashes. The three mothers huddled around Y/N to look at their granddaughter. "Awe. She's so pretty." Inko cooed softly. “I’ve got to get pictures.” Rei gushed and both her and Inko rushed to their purses to get their phone out while Mitsuki stayed by Y/N.
"Do you want me to get her so you can rest?" “Yes please, if you don’t mind.” Mitsuki took Blossom and soon after, Y/N was knocked out.
Izuku was the last person to get out of the bath for that morning. They’d been up since midnight going on a fake lead, practically wasting their time all night. Izuku grabbed what he thought was his phone but noticed that it was Katsuki’s. “Hey, Kachaan? You’ve got 10 missed calls from your mom.” Katsuki raised an eyebrow as he set down his freshly cooked spicy ramen.
He went to his call log and clicked on his mom’s name in face time. "Hello?" His mom’s face showed in the camera. “You called 10 times?” He said unamused. Thinking that it was just her being worried and paranoid again. "Well, I needed to tell you something." Katsuki hummed. “Kay?” The camera flipped around and Katsuki saw blonde hair then the phone fell to the floor as his mom let out an agitated ‘damn it’ before picking it up and a sleeping baby was shown.
“Is that?” "Yep." Inko cut off her son. “That’s Blossom guys!” The boys mouths dropped. Their daughter was so pretty just like her mommy. After that face time call that day the boys had to call off the mission to get home to their girls immediately.
Y/N was released from the hospital two days before they could come home so when they made it back they instantly without a second thought came straight home and they finally got to see their daughter. Blossoms little hair started to curl up a little so she most definitely started to look like Y/N.
Katsuki was the first to hold her and she was so small Katsuki feared that he might break her. Izuku and Shoto walked towards Katsuki, standing on either side of him as they looked down at their daughter. “She most definitely looks like a Blossom.” Shoto spoke softly as the little baby curiously looked at the three men.
Their moms smiled at them. "Congrats boys!" Mitsuki had tears in her eyes as little sniffles came out. "Oh my goodness. I'm finally a grandma! I'm never gonna get over this!" She cried into Inko’s shoulder and Inko patted her back comfortingly. “I wanna hold her next.” Izuku held his arms out and Katsuki carefully handed Blossom to him. Once he was secure in his arms, Katsuki turned towards Y/N.
He smiled softly and he walked over towards her giving her a kiss on her cheek. He watched the others coo over the little blonde haired baby.
“Thank you so much, baby.” Three months later, the world knew about their two girls after Izuku had posted a video of Blossom giggling away at Katsuki and Shoto making silly faces at her while Y/N just watched in the background with a big smile on her face. That video was the most brought up topic in their latest interviews and they didn’t mind at all telling the world about their girls.
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harunayuuka2060 · 1 year
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Jade: I sincerely apologize for Floyd's actions and for causing so much trouble.
Riddle: It's all right. I'm just relieved he's no longer pursuing us.
Baby MC: Yaya? *pointing at Jade*
Riddle: Ah, right. MC, this is Jade Leech, Floyd's brother.
Baby MC: Nyaya? *looking at Riddle*
Riddle: ...
Riddle: Let's just say he is.
Jade: It seems to me that's an implied question.
Riddle: My baby sibling can't form any words yet. So I'm only guessing based on their expression.
Jade: I see. I could tell. They asked if "I was nice".
Riddle: ...
Riddle: How did you—
Jade: I'm a brother as well.
Trey: Riddle, I believe it's time for the diaper change.
Riddle: *hands MC to him*
Baby MC: *pouts*
Trey: Hm? What's wrong?
Cater: They don't like the smell of their own diaper.
Trey: ...
Trey: Alright. You still need to wear diapers though.
Baby MC: *still pouting*
Riddle: If you don't like it, we can start with your potty training so you wouldn't need to wear diaper anymore.
Trey: Well, yes. That's an option too.
Cater: Trey should ask his mom to buy a kiddie toilet.
Trey: *looks at him, frowns* You're doing something there.
Cater: *laughs*
Riddle: What is it?
Trey: It wasn't anything serious. But my mom called in a panic, asking if I impregnated someone.
Trey: Because Cater here posted a photo of me on Magicam feeding MC.
Riddle: *stern* Cater.
Cater: Yo, it was really funny. I did it with Deuce too, haha!
Professor Trein: Mr. Rosehearts, I was worried that your baby sibling would disturb my class a lot, but they didn't make a single noise during the discussion.
Riddle: Because they were listening to you intently, Professor Trein.
Professor Trein: Really?
Baby MC: *wants to reach him*
Professor Trein: Oh. I see. Hello. *holding them*
Baby MC: *giggles*
Professor Trein: ...
Professor Trein: *hands them back*
Riddle: Professor?
Professor Trein: I'm having a baby fever. I don't want to end up asking my daughters for a grandchild.
Riddle: Ah.
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atlasscrumpit · 2 months
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Miguel O'Hara / Doctor au
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<< Miguel is your Doctor at a mental hospital, after a rough night he sets out on a search to find your missing teddy bear >>
Miguel came into work at 8am like he usually he did.
He passed one of the other doctors who he was taking over from.
"Heads up, it was a rough night with Y/N." The doctor said before heading off, Miguel sighed and got himself ready for the day.
Once he was done he made his way to your room and gently knocked on the door.
He opened it up to see you laying in your bed crying softly.
"How's my favourite patient?" Miguel said as you looked up he could see some relief in your face.
"I want him back..." You whispered as you began crying more.
Miguel knelt beside your bed and looked at you.
"Who, sweetheart?" He asked as you tried to stutter out some words.
"They took my bear." You whispered through your tears.
"You mean your teddy bear, Bernard?" He asked as you hiccuped and nodded.
"You stay here, sweetie. I'm going to go see what happened, okay?" He said as you nodded again.
He left your room and found one of the nurses who was on the night shift.
"Have you seen Y/N's teddy bear?" He asked as she looked up from her clipboard.
"Doctor Harry said he wanted to see how she would go without it." She said as Miguel groaned and rubbed his head.
"She will go horribly! I'll go see him thank you." He said before walking away, he made it to Doctor Harry's office and didn't even bother to knock.
"Where's Y/N's teddy bear?" He asked, glaring at the other doctor.
"Miguel, she's well over the age to not need a damn teddy bear. She relies on it too much." The doctor reply as Miguel bit his lip, trying to not curse the doctor out.
"That teddy bear is all she's had her entire life, sure to us it's just a bear but to her it's everything. She is never going to be normal and that's okay, she needs to heal from what happened and taking away her only comfort is not the way to do it, damn it!" Miguel shouted as the doctor looked at him with an unamused face.
"She needs to learn how to survive without it." He replied, only making Miguel angrier.
"What did you do with it?" Miguel demanded.
"I donated it to one of the thift shops down the road." He grumbled before dismissing Miguel.
Miguel bit his tongue and walked out, making sure to slam the door just a little too hard.
He made his way back to your room to see you sitting up in bed rocking back and forth slowly.
"Y/N? Hey, it's okay." Miguel whispered as he sat on the side of your bed.
You tried to speak but no words would come out.
"It's okay, sweetheart. You don't need to say anything. I've got a lot to get done but as soon as my lunch break comes I'm going to go find Bernard for you, okay?" He whispered as you nodded, trying to not cry again.
"H-He's scared." You whispered as Miguel looked at you sadly.
"Y/N... Okay, how about I take my lunch break early? I'm going to go look for him right now." He said standing up as you smiled a little.
"I'll get one of the nurses to bring you your breakfast, I'll be back soon." He said offering you a soft smile.
"Thank you..." You whispered before he left.
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Miguel set out on a mission to find your bear, he ran down to the thrift shop and first looked through the bins to see it wasn't there.
He went inside the store and saw a lady with it in her hand.
He gasped and ran up to her.
"Hello, hi. Yeah, I need that bear." He said as she looked at him strangely.
"Why? I'm buying this for my grandchild?" She replied as Miguel groaned internally.
"It's a long story but it was accidentally donated, and I need it back." He said as she narrowed her eyes.
"I've paid for it." She retorted as Miguel quickly grabbed out his wallet.
He gave the lady $20.
"Take this money, give me the bear and I don't kick you in the shins." He whispered as he grabbed the money and handed him the bear, looking at him in shock.
"Thank you!" He shouted and thanked everything that he had found the bear.
He ran back to the hospital and took a moment to catch his breath.
He came back to your room to see Doctor Harry talking to you while you cried.
"Y/N, you need to get used to not having a toy as a comfort. You are a grown woman." He said as you cried and shook your head.
"I just want him back! He's my property!" You screamed as the doctor shook his head.
"Enough! You are too old to be acting this way!" The doctor screamed back as you looked at him in fear.
Miguel quickly stepped in.
"You are way out of line, doctor. Out, now. The boss will be hearing about this." Miguel warned as the doctor huffed and left your room.
"I didn't do anything wrong! Why did you take him!" You screamed as you gripped at your own hair.
Miguel quickly knelt beside your bed.
"Y/N, hey look at me for a second." Miguel said as you looked at him still sobbing.
"I've got someone that wants to say hello." He said holding up the bear, your eyes widened as you grabbed the bear and hugged him as tight as you could.
You rocked back and forth while you cried and held onto your bear.
Miguel sat on the side of your bed and stayed quiet while you calmed down.
When you eventually stopped crying you sat still and just patted the soft material on your teddy.
"Thank you..." You whispered making Miguel smile.
"Of course, Y/N. What Doctor Harry did was wrong, okay? He's new here and he was way out of line. We all have something that helps comfort us, he shouldn't have taken away Bernard. I'll be dealing with him and it'll never happen again, okay?" Miguel said in a calming tone as you nodded.
"You've done absolutely nothing wrong, I promise. Did you get any sleep last night?" He asked as you shook your head.
"I couldn't sleep without Bernard... And then I was scared and I started screaming so they gave me a sedative but I didn't sleep I just laid there crying." You whispered as Miguel nodded a little, looking at you sadly.
"Alright, sweetheart. Well, now that Bernard is back to keep you safe, do you want to get some sleep? I'll save your breakfast and you can have it when you wake up, does that sound good?" Miguel asked as you smiled a little and nodded, giggling to yourself.
He loved to see you react this way, knowing you'd barely ever known any kindness.
"Perfect, you get some rest and I'll see you soon, alright?" He asked as you laid down, he helped to get you tucked into your bed before dimminng the lights.
"Sleep well, Y/N. And sleep well, Bernard." He whispered as you giggled, he shut the door and sighed, he knew it would be a long day of paperwork after this incident, but he was happy knowing you were safe.
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I’m in Love With How You Feel
(TASM!Peter x PregTeen!Reader)
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category: fluff oneshot
summary: preggo teen!reader and peter discuss baby and living situations
warnings: (teen) pregnancy, reader is written to be afab but is referred in neutral terms
word count: 0.8k
A/N: im lowkey tempted to make this like a just teeny tiny series with two or three more parts so if that’s something at least one person wants to see I will write it
pt 2 to Anyone Else But You, but you don’t gotta read it to understand this
“Hello goober” Peter coos into your bump, pressing small kisses to the surface of it.
“Goober?” you laugh, ruffling his hair.
He smiles dorkishly at you, his hands caressing your bump.
You’ve been pregnant for around 5 months, and ever since then, Peter could not keep his hands off your stomach. He tried not to touch it during school, so as to not drag attention to it, but you were getting to the point where your bump showed against your baggy sweaters.
You managed to somehow inform your parents of the news, and thankfully they didn’t kill you on the spot. They were upset at you and Peter of course, but they noticed how happy you two were and so they supported you both, and were excited to meet their future grandchild.
Then next was May, Aunt May. Peter felt better telling her about the baby then you were telling your parents. You can still see her expression when you both told her of the situation, a mix of shock and pure joy. Her arms wrapping around you both to give you a soul crushing bear hug.
“Are you staying the night?” you ask him, your hands resting on your bump gently.
“Mhm, never gonna leave you” he mumbles against your belly.
You chuckle softly at his words, petting his hair as he practically clings to you.
“You’re gonna have to go home eventually” you remark, making little ponytails in his hair.
“Nope, gonna bring you with me” he smirks cheekily at you, sitting up so he can wrap you up in his arms.
“That reminds me actually, when I do give birth, are you gonna visit a lot?” you ask, rubbing your bump.
“Well.. I was hoping we could live together so I can help at night” he says, pressing small kisses to your cheek.
“Like- get an apartment?!” you tilt your head in confusion.
“Mhm, I’m starting a job soon so I’ll start getting some sort of income” he plays with your hair.
“I don’t know if we can even rent- cause we aren’t eighteen yet..” you sigh, frowning softly.
He sighs as well as he looks up at you, his lower lip jutting out. It’s been hard figuring out what you should both do after the birth of the baby, Peter doesn’t want to leave you to be the carer the majority of the time, and you don’t want him to miss out on his education, which has caused a small strain in your relationship.
“Well, we could either do like a week here and a week at my place, or I could spend all my nights here? I’m sure May would understand” he offers sweetly, reaching for your hand.
“I kinda like the idea of a week there and a week here, we could do that after a couple weeks after this demon is born” You giggle at my joke, putting his hands back on your bump.
As if on cue, the baby kicks against your stomach. Peter’s eyes widen as he looks at you in shock, laughing softly.
“Our little demon” he leans in to kiss you, his thumbs rubbing circles on your bump.
“We still gotta figure out names” you whisper to him, looking down at your bump.
“Stinker if it’s a boy, stinkerette if it’s a girl” he chuckles.
“Stop fooling around” you laugh back, messing his hair up.
“Fine, what do you think we should name ‘em?” he reaches for your hair in return, giving it a quick mess up.
“Dunno, was thinking maybe Juno for a girl?” you giggle mischievously.
“We are not naming our child after that movie” he laughs, planting his face back into your bump.
“Oh come on.. it’s a very beautiful name” you pout.
He shakes his head, his nose brushing against your belly. You scoff playfully at him, shifting your body so you’re lying on your back.
“Noo.. don’t move” he mumbles, trying to hold you in place.
“Just laying down Pete” you stretch out, yawning.
“You sleepy?” his head pops up.
“Always” you chuckle at your little joke.
He moves his face from your bump up to your face as he lays next to you, paying attention to you. He cups your face, his thumb tracing your cheekbone. It was all like some sort of routine of his, he’d spend time making sure the baby felt loved and cared for, and then made sure his baby felt loved and cared for as well.
“Love you” he mumbles assuringly, staring deep into your eyes.
You blush, leaning into his touch, cupping his hands with yours.
“Love you too” you smile, yawning again.
He moves on his side, his body pressing against your sides as he lays his leg over yours, snuggling his head into the crook of your neck. You know he won’t fall asleep until you do, but it doesn’t matter. You slowly feel yourself fade into dreamland, the stress from the pregnancy dripping away with each second you let yourself succumb.
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Heyyy! Ok so hear me out..can I request a Modern AU! Aegon x Fem! OC fic. The OC is neighbors with Aegon, Helena, Aemond, and Daeron. She’s always had a bit of a crush on Aegon but he’s always too busy drinking, smoking, having sex ( the OC’s and Aegon’s windows are directly across so the OC can see everything going on in Aegons room and even sees him fucking a girl), etc. to notice. So, the OC gravitates towards Helena and becomes Helena’s best friend. There’s also one rule the OC can never date or have sexual relations with any of Helena’s brothers. Years later (cut to Tom Glynn-Carney’s Aegon), the OC and Helena are still best friends but the OC goes to a frat party and sees Aegon, obviously oblivious to her because he sees her as his little sisters weird friend/neighbor but he accidentally OD’s. The OC manages to save him by rushing to him and getting him to a hospital. Aegon wakes up and is majorly thankful. Aegon and the OC start to become friends and then very quickly secretly date. Things get out of hand and the OC gets pregnant, and she has to tell Aegon. Aegon starts freaking out not wanting the responsibility and basically tells her to literally get rid of it. Helena finds out about the pregnancy and starts freaking out and gets super mad at the OC and leaves her. The OC tells Alicent but Alicent is way more forgiving and is shoot to have her first grandchild, and tells the OC that she is always welcome to stay if she wants. The OC feels abandoned and scared, etc. That’s all I have for this idea, it sort of just poured right out of my head lol. If you think of an ending or anything extra for the story please feel free add it, I sort of lost momentum of inspiration behind the idea towards the end ( ass you can see lol).
Aegon Targaryen*Neighbour
Pairing: modern!aegon x f!reader
Word count: 2785
Warnings: sad aegon, drunk aegon, high aegon, substance abuse, addiction, over dose, hospitals, flirty aegon, mentions of sex, mentions of pregnancy, fighting parents (nothing graphic or descriptive), one bed trope, angst
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Your stomach tied itself in knots as your parents’ car stopped behind the moving truck. “Ready to see our new home?” your mum asked but your six-year-old legs were already flinging you out of the car to run up to your new front porch.
“Its huge!” You yelled as you barrelled up to the front door, your dad not far behind with keys in hand so you could run inside to go place dibs on your room.
“I pick the back room!” you called as you ran back down the stairs however your mouth quickly tightened closed when you saw the woman in the doorway. You made your way behind your dad’s leg as he laughed, placing his hand on your head.
“This is our neighbour Alicent sweetheart,”
“Hiya, its nice to meet you,” she smiled before glancing behind her and sighing, “Come inside Aegon. Show our new neighbours what we brought,” You grabbed onto your father tighter however your grip relaxed as the nine-year-old blonde boy walked in with a plate of cookies. “Why don’t you give them to the girl?”
Aegon outstretched the plate to you, and you gladly accepted the wrapped-up treats, “Thank you,” you grinned a toothy smile at the older boy who looked like he was itching to get back to the ball he’d been forced to leave behind to come say hello.
-
Aegon was your first crush however as you grew up you realised how wrong that was. When you were 12 and he 15 you became a little bit obsessed with him however you also experienced your first heart break. Your window was directly opposite from Aegon’s and one night while doing homework you looked up to see him kissing another girl. Sure, you were 12 and he barely knew you apart from you being his little sister’s best friend however you were heart broken still.
It didn’t help that the older you got the dumber he seemed to get. You were privy to all his dirty little secrets because he never remembered to close his blinds when him and his friends all shared three beers or when they passed around their first joint. It got a bit better when he went to college however the summer, he came back you had to race to close your blinds nearly every night when he’d bring a girl over.
By 18 you were completely over your crush and desperate to go to college and get away from Aegon. However, the summer before your first and Aegon’s last year of college you spent a lot of time with Heleana at her house.
Alicent had finally convinced Viserys to add a pool in during the spring and it was nice and ready the day summer break rolled around. In preparation you and Heleana had went swimsuit shopping and had even picked up pool games to play with Daeron who was now 7.
Aemond, who was 19, returned the day before Aegon and greeted you with a warm hug and an offer to fetch you a shirt, “That thing barely covers you,” he rolled his eyes as all four of you tested out the pool.
“Perv much?” you joked as you relaxed into the water as Heleana cannonballed in for the seventh time.
“Stay back Aem,” Heleana said as she swam to your side, flinging her arm over your shoulder, “She’s mine,”
You laughed at her joke, even playing into it as you always did, but Aemond scoff, “Don’t worry about me. Its Aegon your gonna have to worry about,”
“Yeah right,” you scoffed back, “he barely knows I exist,”
Heleana rolled her eyes at both of you, “Yeah right. Besides I already told her that if she gets with either of you, I will murder you both,”
You laughed at her, but Aemond decided to swim up to your side to annoy her more, “But what if she’s my one true love?” he dramatically swooned back but you decided to take it a step further and push him back into the water. Aemond came floundering back to the surface with a scowl as you both cackled, “I take it back. You can keep her,”
-
However, what you didn’t realise was Aegon decided to come home a day early and as you and Aemond were sat at the side of the pool, exhausted and wet, watching Daeron to make sure he didn’t drown Aegon was watching you through the kitchen window.
“Holy fuck,” he murmured when he saw you in your bikini, something he didn’t think you even owned. Then again, he also didn’t know that you had a figure apparently cause right now all he could think was oh damn and to make a mental note to burn all your sweatshirts.
However, Heleana had just decided to go to the kitchen for juice when she saw her brothers’ stares. “Oh, hell no,” she snapped, swatting at her brother’s shoulder.
“Hey! The fuck?”
“You are not fucking my friend- “
“I wasn’t going to- “
“Uhuh, keep it that way,” she scowled as she grabbed the jug of juice Alicent had prepared for you all, “I swear to god Aegon if you even try anything I will kill you. kill you dead.”
-
That summer was a newfound torture for Aegon. Seeing you at his house near every day in a bathing suit was a sick twisted punishment from god. Especially since even when you weren’t there you were lounging in your room in a tank top and shorts with the window cracked open. In a way it was payback it was just a shame you never caught his stares.
-
When college rolled around, he thought he was saved but that was until he saw you around campus. Yep, just both of your luck. While you did your best to look the other way anytime you saw him the longer, he saw you around campus the harder it was for him not to stare. Glow up didn’t even describe the change you had. He was mesmerised. So, in typical Aegon fashion he decided to dive into a bottle blondes’ bed and close his eyes pretending it was you on their knees in front of him.
-
One night you decided to kick back and relax. you had just handed in your last assignment before winter break and thought your first frat party would be a great way to celebrate. You and Sansa, your roommate, got all dolled up and headed to her older brother’s frat, Sansa figured it meant at least this way you knew you were both safe since Robb would be there.
The music was already blaring, the drinks flowing like waterfalls, and the dancing was questionable at best. You and Sansa had met up with a couple friends and were half dancing half talking when you felt a strong arm sling its way over your shoulder, “Look who it is!” Aegon slurred in your ear. “My favourite little neighbour,” he said, his drunken hand moving to squish your cheeks.
You pushed him off of you as you turned round while your friends shared a concerned look. Youd never told them you knew the best tight end of the football team after all. “Hey Aegon. You all good?” you asked, eyes squinting when you saw how bloodshot his were.
“Yeah totally,” he said, his eyes searching the room at a million miles an hour, “Hey I was thinking you should- “he started to say, putting his arm around your shoulder again when Robb came over, “Hey man!” he said, leaving your side to bear hug Robb.
“Hey buddy,” Robb said as he pushed Aegon to arms distance, “You are doing, okay?”
“Never better,” Aegon said, his body now swaying. Robb pulled him in, whispering something in his ear with a stern face before helping him to walk towards the stairs.
Sansa looked to you with a disgusted face, “What a riot,” she said, all the girls agreeing with her, “Can’t believe you need to deal with him,”
“Yeah. He’s a good guy though. Deep down I think,” you said, remembering all the time Heleana told you about their parents screaming matches where Aegon would take them into the basement to have a movie night. Or how his father locked him outside after he failed an exam. Hell, you’d seen the sleeping around and drinking get worse ever since Viserys had died five years ago.
Your friends laughing snapped you out of your thoughts. “Ill be back guys,” you said, heading to the stairs to try find him.
As you searched the corridors you knocked on each door and received a “occupied,” called back at you. that was till you got to this door. you knocked but no one replied. Something didn’t feel right though so you knocked again, “Aegon?” you called but there was no response. Something inside you wouldn’t let you leave so you took a deep breath and tried the door handle.
The door slowly crept open, and you felt your skin flush cold, “Aegon!”
-
You weren’t sure why you got in the back of the ambulance or why you stayed at the hospital while the doctors took him back, but you almost cried in relief when they said you could see him. He looked as white as a ghost, his lips dried and cracked, dark red rings around his eyes, as he laid in the hospital bed.
“Aegon?” you whispered, half wondering if he was dead since he defiantly did not look alive.
“Where am I?” he murmured, his eyes struggling to open, “What happened?”
“Careful,” you said, moving to stop him from sitting up. Aegon’s eyes finally opened, and he stared up at you in shock as you sat on the side of his hospital bed, “You’re in the hospital. You had an overdose,” you told him, figuring it was best to tell him sooner than later.
A million thoughts looked like they were buzzing behind his eyes, but he only asked one thing, “Did they call my mom?”
-
Aegon begged you not to tell his family. apparently, he’d deliberately changed his emergency contact to his father’s number when he fell into a coma so that no one would ever receive a call. This of course made you press on how many times things like this happened and you never seen him look so ashamed.
“Let me help you,” you begged, “We can get you into therapy and- “
“I don’t need it- “
“Damn it Aegon!” you snapped, “You’re lying in a hospital bed with tubes coming out of you and you don’t think there’s a fucking problem?” his head dropped, his eyes welling with tears, and you felt your heart drop. You sighed, your own tears building, “I’m sorry Aegon I just-I just worry about you. I want you to be happy and healthy and just- I want you to get better,” you said, reaching for his hand.
Aegon took yours, squeezing it gently but you knew it took way more strength than you could imagine, “Thank you,” he whispered, his voice hoarse and threatening to break, “for coming to find me. If I was you, I wouldn’t have,”
“It’s a good thing you’re not me then,” you joked, and you saw a tiny smile crack onto his lips, “but the only way I won’t tell your family is if you do something about it. otherwise, you’re gonna leave me no choice,”
-
Aegon took your words to heart and with a little push from you and help from the hospital he had a therapist within a couple of weeks. Turns out when he’s not out drinking and whoring, he’s actually a pretty chill guy. You began to hang out and even when you went back home for winter break, he kept texting you nonstop. While Heleana found it weird her brother was suddenly so close with you, she was also just relieved to see him sober.
Still, you tried to take a step back, but you found yourself weirdly missing him. You ended up going back to college together in his car to save your parents the trip and took turns driving. The whole way you were both scream singing Taylor swift or giving dramatic renditions of Lana del ray songs. Then you realised the sun was setting.
“There’s a motel 3 miles up. Do you want to just stop? I hate driving at night,” you said and Aegon agreed before turning cruel summer back up to full blast.
You both grabbed a couple things out the car before heading into the classic movie run down looking hotel. The receptionist was halfway through her cigarette and the whole room screamed the 60s with faded orange polka dot walls. “Hey, can we get two rooms?” Aegon asked as he fished out his credit card.
She tapped her long red nails at the ‘cash only’ sign before turning to the computer as you know both pulled out whatever cash you had. “Sorry Hun we only half one room,”
You felt your cheeks tinge as Aegon awkwardly cleared his throat, “Is it a twin?”
“Nope it’s a double,” she said as she peered over her glasses at you both, “Is that gonna be a problem?”
Aegon glanced at you but the idea of driving any further as your eyes were barely staying open made you grab his cash and slam it on the counter, “We’ll make it work,”
-
The room was as nice as you could expect. Though you did make Aegon triple check it for murderers as you guarded the door. “All safe. So…” he said, words trailing off as he looked at the bed.
You sighed as you dumped your stuff on the ground, “So,” you said as you plopped on the bed.
“I could sleep in the car- “
“Just get in the bed Aegon,” you sighed as you pulled off your trainers, “I mean we’ve known each other for years,”
He nodded but paused for another moment before asking once more, “Are you sure? Cause I get if you want me to sleep on the floor,”
You laughed a little at his words as you finally kicked off your shoes. “Its fine. Promise. I trust you,” you began to take off your jumper when you realised, he hadn’t said anything, “You okay?”
“Yeah,” he said as if snapping out of a daze, “Just can’t think of a time someone said that” he said it like a joke, but you could see in his eyes it wasn’t.
As tempting as it was to make a joke to try lightening the mood you just gave him the best smile you could before excusing yourself to the bathroom to get ready for bed. Aegon went in after you and as he was sorting himself out you took off your bra and jeans and slipped under the sheets in just your shirt.
Aegon came back a couple minutes later as you scrolled your phone. Silently he took off his shirt and you did your best not to stare or even look but it was near impossible. Him slipping under the covers however snapped you out your daze when you felt his almost bare, bar his boxers, legs brush against yours.
You glanced over at him and saw his cheeks tinged a bright pink as he cleared his throat, “You tired?” he asked, staring at the ceiling.
You smiled a little at him. After all it had been you acting like that for years without him ever noticing. “A bit. You?” he just hummed in response. You sighed before rolling onto your side facing him, “Aegon?”
“Yeah?” he replied as he turned to face you, his nose accidentally brushing yours in the process. You could feel his breath fanning your face as his eyes bore into yours. up close you could really see the lilac in them.
You weren’t sure who leaned in first, but you felt his soft lips press against yours as his hands trailed up your sides. Your hands found his white, blonde hair, admiring how soft it was as your mouths mixed. You knew your best friend would kill you if she ever found out but suddenly that didn’t feel important.
-
Dating your best friend’s brother in secret at a university across state was wrong. You knew it, Aegon knew it, if Heleana knew about it, she’d scream it, but you couldn’t stop yourself. Suddenly every waking moment was spent with Aegon. Everything was going perfectly bar the little white lie you kept from Heleana.
That was until the two pink lines showed up in the bathroom.
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