#my precious triplets <3

[rootbeerworshiper]

Idk if u do requests but if you do could u do a fic where the reader is matts gf and she has psychic abilities/ gets alot more affected by paranormal and can dometimes see things and she goes with thr triplets to be in the sam and colby video amd she's getting targeted the whole night and she does the elevator game with mstt and sees a lady walk in on the 5th floor amd has a panic attack and matt comforts her ? That's kinda alot but 😘

All My Ghosts Matt Sturniolo x reader

warnings: panic attack and paranormal shit (obviously) otherwise just fluff !

i loveeee this request sm pls give me more!!

love, sienna <3

growing up you had always had a feeling deep down that someone or something was always watching you.

it wasn’t always in a creepy way, sometimes you’d have “imaginary friends” that only you could see, and you were told that that’s normal.

seeing figures and hearing faint laughing in the background was your normal, but you’d be lying if you said it never got to you.

you always felt different, like you understood things differently than most, on a deeper level. you felt emotions on a heavy scale, you were always referred to as an empath.

so even if you knew that what you experienced wasn’t a common occurrence to most, it was difficult getting anyone to understand you.

youtube was a safe haven for you, as dumb as that may sound. you could come home from getting teased at school and hop into bed to watch the new dan and phil video.

it was silly how many people you had watched growing up, spanning from ldshadowlady to the dolan twins, it was addictive and you simply couldn’t get enough.

eventually, you found yourself watching a channel that you were especially drawn to. a channel that talked about some of the experiences you’ve had in your life, the paranormal ones that is.

their names were sam and colby, and it didn’t take long for you to become obsessed with watching them walk through haunted hotels and asylums all while seeing and hearing things that were familiar to you.

to most it was scary, to you it was comforting. you weren’t alone in seeing those things, just some people had to look for it more than others.

you met Matt when you were working at your local panera bread. it was a normal, mostly shitty, shift but as you finished wiping down your station you heard this addicting laugh entering the store.

your head practically shot up, wanting to see where it came from, and to your surprise the contagious laugh was coming from one of three triplets.

for whatever reason they looked familiar to you but you weren’t sure why.

after some small talk you figured out they were youtubers, and this would not be the last time you saw them.

it became a regular occurrence for them to come to your workplace, sometimes just ordering a sweet tea and still leaving a tip.

Matt came in the most, always leaving you flustered behind the counter as he ordered.

eventually you exchanged socials and began talking about more than a new special, and you really enjoyed talking to him.

you had been going out with him for a few months at this point, already best friends with both of his brothers.

which leaves you to now, hanging out with your boyfriend on the couch as you explain all the shit you endured growing up, a shocked expression plastered on his precious face.

“wait you’ve seen like actual fucking figures?” he’s dumbfounded at something you were told was normal.

you just shrug. “i was always told that it was normal to have imaginary friends i don’t know. i just thought i had more than most people”

“y/n that is definitely not a normal experience oh my god that is terrifying i’m so sorry” he places his hand on your shoulder as if to console you.

it’s rare that someone realizes the pain that this small thing has caused you and you aren’t sure how to feel. “Matt it’s fine i promise. it’s just become a thing now i don’t know, i was just scared you wouldn’t believe me because it is kinda crazy”

“of course i believe you you’re my girlfriend, i just can’t believe you’ve been going through that alone” he still looks concerned but i smile to lighten the mood.

“i’m okay i just wanna cuddle with my boyfriend on the couch” he leans back, allowing you to lay comfortably on top of him and rest your head on his chest.

“i think we’re doing a colab soon and Nick wanted me to ask if you wanted to be in it”

you had been in a few videos before, but mostly just caught in the background of vlogs, saying few sentences on camera.

dating a famous youtuber definitely had its downsides, and you weren’t in the mood to deal with the hate you’d receive, even though Matt wants nothing more than to show you off.

“collab with who?” you ask, wrapping our arm around his waist and you lean in closer.

“i don’t know if you know who they are but their names are sam and colby and i think they make like-“

“shut the fuck up no way!” he looks just as confused and he is intrigued at your sudden jump off of his chest.

you place your hand on his chest to stabilize yourself. “i used to be obsessed with them throughout like all of middle school and most of high school” you smile

“so that’s a yes?” he asks, looking up at you with pure lust in his eyes.

you hadn’t actually though about it, too excited over the fact that the youtubers you once watched were talking to your boyfriend.

as fun and surreal as it would be, you can’t help but think about how nerve wracking it would be. but you love your boyfriend, and you love sam and colby, so you nod. “that’s exactly what that means”

it had been a few months since that conversation, and you are now in Texas, preparing to film in the most haunted hotel there.

at this point your nerves have subsided, you’ve met both sam and colby (somehow managing to play it cool) and you feel comfortable with them.

a sense of excitement has taken over and you welcome it with open arms, feeling like a kid again, even if you are actually 20.

“you ready?” Matt looks down to you as sam sets up the camera.

you nod and smile, butterflies in your stomach as you imagine the fun you’re about to have with some of your favourite people.

the 6 of you are standing in the lobby, an open area filled with gold framed art work and marble flooring at your disposal.

you can’t help but hold matt’s hand the moment the camera is turned towards you, the confident feeling you had moment prior slowly escaping you.

the intro goes as it always does, a bit of a premise for what’s to come and an introduction to the guests.

it all feels surreal but eventually you begin exploring the hotel.

everything is okay at first, jokes being cracked about ghosts and sam making fun of Matt’s fear of elevators, you haven’t noticed anything yet.

that is until you feel a small tug on your shirt from behind and immediately jump, clutching onto Matt.

“holy shit what was that?” Chris asks, voice filled with concern as he back away.

“something just tugged on my shirt holy shit”

Matt just hugs you back, he can already see the edits but he’s more focused on making you comfortable. “i think that was Samantha” Colby says from behind the camera. “apparently she likes to tug on clothing and even tickle guests at the hotel”

this just sends a shiver down your spine but you try to keep a brave face, especially considering you had only been filming for about 20 minutes. “hello Samantha!” you joke, shaking away the nerves and letting go of your boyfriend.

the video continues, and you all continue to walk through the haunted space, occasionally hearing knocking and footsteps. but it brings you a small sense of comfort knowing that everyone hears it, you aren’t alone.

you make it to the most haunted room, room 525 where two women passed away tragically in the bathtub. “who ripped ass in here oh my god” Nick groans, furrowing his eyebrows and plugging his nose instantly.

it truly smells terrible, but for whatever reason you’ve smelt only before. a few years ago you were with some friends in Boston when you explored some tunnels under a bridge, it was said that multiple people had overdosed there, leaving it haunted.

the smell of the tunnels is almost identical to the smell of the room, but you avoid telling anyone about it, not wanting to talk on camera more than you have to.

although the group is only in there momentarily, you hear something coming from the bathroom.

a scream. coming from a woman.

you try to hide the look of terror that appears on your face when you jump back. “did anyone else hear that?” you ask, not wanting to be the only one. you notice the camera that appears in your face almost instantly.

except you were the only one, unless its heard on the footage later. “what did you hear?” Matt asks looking towards you with all of his attention.

“just a uh woman screaming i don’t know” you rub your hands on your face, attempting to gain composure. “she sounded terrified”

“we’ll definitely have to do an investigation in here later” Sam says, but inevitably you all leave the room to go explore more.

and you do just that, exploring all different areas of the haunted hotel.

the nerves have gone away slightly, and although you still see the occasional figure in the corner, you just avoid mentioning it, not wanting to come off as a fake.

Colby then brings up the idea of an elevator ritual, and Nick and Chris have made it their mission to send you and Matt on that quest, alone.

you aren’t normally terrified of elevators, not nearly as much as your boyfriend, but the idea of a woman spirit (who you may see) joining you on the 5th floor makes you uneasy.

“we don’t have to if you don’t want, i can go in alone” Matt looks down to you, whispering quietly to avoid being heard by the others.

you feel stupid, Matt’s the one with the elevator fear, no way he should go in alone. “no Matt i’m good, i’ll just cry in the fetal position if it comes down to it”

he laughs and places a kiss to your temple, out of frame of course.

and so it’s settled. you and Matt will take place in the ritual, spanning from almost every floor of the hotel, while the boys below use something called the “onvoy” to talk to spirits.

they make a few jokes about what they’ll do if you die in there and say their “goodbyes”.

you and Matt head into the elevator that has just opened without any buttons pressed, camera in hand.

(i’m making up random numbers here bc i cant be bothered to copy every one from the vid so ignore that)

“okay first floor is… floor 4” you say, Matt immediately presses the button and you go up.

it continues like that for majority of the floors, just the door opening and no one out there. this isn’t too bad.

this is until the 5th floor, where Matt has to invite a woman into the elevator with you.

to the average person with little belief in ghosts, this would be nothing, funny even. but to you? the moment he finished that sentence you felt a breeze run across your chest.

all of a sudden, the small box felt smaller. your breathing increased as the elevator door shut and you just grabbed onto Matt’s hand. you try your best to breathe but it feels like you can’t inhale. like the presence of a ghostly woman has literally taken up to much space for you to receive oxygen.

Matt notices immediately by the way you squeeze your eyes shut and for whatever reason the elevator stops.

“oh my god holy fuck” you mutter out. he helps you to the floor and you bring your knees up to your chest. by this point the camera has been tossed to the side as Matt sits next to you.

“breathe y/n you’re okay” he rubs your back and begins taking deep breaths for you to follow along.

“i should be comforting you- the elevators stuck and your scared and-“ you blurt out in between quick breaths.

he gently grabs the side of your face to turn you towards him. “look at me” you bring your eyes to his, you’re lip now quivering. “what happened? you can tell me i’ll believe anything you say okay?”

“i can feel her in here Matt. like i felt her walk in and now the elevator feels smaller and-“ you throw your head back against the wall of the elevator.

“remember when you helped me with my panic attack?” he holds both of your hands and you nod. “i need you to do what you told me to do”

“focus on me. don’t focus on the elevator or the ghosts just look at me okay?” you bring your eyes back to him. “now you just have to match my breathing yeah?”

he takes long, loud deep breaths and slowly you are able to follow along, feeling less stressed than before. the moment you’ve caught up on your breathing you place your head on his shoulder, fully relaxing into him.

“i’m so sorry you have to see shit like that it’s probably terrifying” he now rubs your shoulder.

even though you are locked in an elevator in a haunted hotel in an unfamiliar state, you feel mostly okay, because you have Matt.

suddenly the elevator begins moving again, going down. a wave of relief washes over you because the fact that it’s going down means the ritual didn’t work.

Matt begins to stand up, reaching his hand out to help you up as well and he films a very quick summery of what just happened (minus your full fledged panic attack)

everything’s okay again. you land on the main floor to meet the boys once again and although your terrified, you know that you have people here that support you, and that means more than any ghost ever will.

a/n: i hope i did this justice bc i had so much fun writing it!! ily anon

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #sturniolo #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo fluff #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo fanfic #matthew sturniolo #sam and colby

[zafirosreverie]

Change the future part 3

part 1

a/n: Still on hiatus, just wanted to post something on the triplets' birthday

a/n2: I don’t even know what ship is this about anymore

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"At some point you're going to have to talk to her about this"

"But that won’t be today, Pepa"

Julieta said as she continued to cook, deliberately ignoring the way her pulse raced and her nerves stood on edge. She didn't even need to turn around to know that her sister was rolling her eyes as she leaned against the door frame. She knew the redhead was right, but she didn't have the will or the courage to face this thing she had been running from for weeks and only one thought lived rent free in her mind. 

Y/N’s back.

Her head was spinning just remembering the moment she saw you again. You were thinner, you had more gray hair, and a couple of new wrinkles around your eyes, but you were still her Y/N, warm, simple, and unbelievably beautiful.

She didn't like to admit that she probably would have thrown herself into your arms without thinking if it weren't for Isabela, who had been faster than her. Things hadn’t been easy for her and her two remaining daughters, so the moment they saw you appear over the hill, the three of them had run out of the house not caring that the rest of the family looked at them in confusion.

Isabela didn't even bother to slow her run before she crashed into the open arms you offered her and your joyous laughter made her stomach feel weird, as if thousands of butterflies woke up inside her. You had shared many things in your letters during all those years, and for that time, Julieta allowed herself to think that it was enough, but the universe showed her how wrong she was when, having you in front of her once more, her heart seemed to cry happy tears, as if a piece of her had finally come back to complete her puzzle.

She didn't have time to think about it though, not when her precious Mirabel, now so big and beautiful, lunged at her, hiding her face in her neck, crying and telling her how much she had missed her. It took her brain a moment to recognize that the young woman in her arms was, in fact, her youngest daughter, her baby, but once that settled in her mind, it was like all the weight of the world was finally lifted from her shoulders.

"You're so beautiful, mija" she whispered, not even bothering to stop the tears that ran down her cheeks.

Mirabel had smiled waterily at her, whispering a soft thank you and saying again how much she had missed her. The girl dulled in her mother’s scent for a while, just trying to find the comfort she needed when she left so many years ago, and sighed happily before gasping and pulling away from her to run to the person behind her.

"Tía Pepa!!"

The brunette barely had a few seconds to laugh at the way her daughter was scooped up by the redhead before she herself was tackled by two familiarly strange and warm bodies.

"Tía Juli, look! I'm almost as tall as you!"

"Tía, tía, tía, I already know how to cook! And look! I cut my hair!"

"We brought you presents!"

"But mine are better because I love you more"

"Not true! I love her more!"

"No, I love her more!"

Julieta only managed to laugh softly while Joaquín and María clung to each of her arms and fought for her attention; they had five years of conversations to catch up with her after all. It really felt like time hadn't passed, even though your children were no longer the little babies she saw leaving that night. And then there was you.

You, who had smiled at her with complicity from your own tangle of hugs with Luisa and Isabela, you, who had been her rock, her pillar, and her cane even when you were so far away. You, who were stirring her entire being with your mere presence. You, who had approached her, hugged her when your children still held her arms hostage. You, who had whispered in her ear that little confession that haunted her dreams.

"I was dying to see you again, Eta...I missed you so much"

At that time, she had simply wriggled out of your children's grasp and returned the gesture, trying not to get lost on your warmth (even if she really wanted to cry), having you there was a huge relief, and all the stress and anxiety that had been eating at her insides for years was finally beginning to dissipate, her usually tormented mind was quickly being filled with a single thought: you were here.

"I missed you too" she managed to say, looking into your eyes with a small smile

"Yes, yes, will you get out of here please? There are people who also want to greet Y/N”

Julieta blinked a bit as her sister pulled her away from you and she didn't miss the way you looked at her half amused and half confused before returning Pepa's tight hug. She couldn't blame you, her sister had never been as close to you as she was, but she supposed that after everything that had happened since you left, the redhead's conception of you had changed. Well, at least you knew you had both of your sisters-in-law on your side.

“It's good to see you again, Pepa” you said as you separated “You haven't aged a bit…you don't even have gray hair! I need to know your secret"

"Oh, Y/N" she laughed "it's good to have you back"

"Her secret is to annoy me so that I’m the one getting gray hair and not her'' Julieta joked, crossing her arms.

You looked between the sisters while Pepa rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue at the brunette, a gesture that the older triplet returned. Your mind struggled to catch up on it all, because you really couldn't remember the last time you'd seen them tease each other so openly, it was pretty cute.

The rest of the meeting was pretty adorable too. Joaquín and María used Félix as a climbing pole, while the man just laughed, Luisa and Isabela told you as much as they could, asking you questions while you tried to pay attention to both of them. Julieta thought that her daughter would ask about Agustín, or that she would be upset with her for their divorce, but Mirabel was quick to give her a hug and assure her that she didn't blame her or cared about him.

The brunette didn't have to wonder much where her youngest daughter was learning to handle the situation, because at that moment you intervened, gently squeezing the girl's shoulder.

"He couldn't bear to lose a daughter so he abandoned the other two? Math ain mathin" you said.

Julieta had just smiled gratefully at you as you winked at her, and for a moment everything felt good, like things were really starting to go back to normal, the way they should be. And then…then you saw Bruno. 

The moment your eyes locked on the man hiding behind his mother would never leave her mind. Your eyes, which had been filled with warmth and kindness to everyone, turned cold and filled with a deep sadness that you desperately tried to disguise as disgust. And yet, she couldn't even pretend that she felt bad for her brother.

"Y/N" the man greeted awkwardly, forcing a guilty smile "...you look good."

"Bruno" you answered dryly

The air was charged with an intense tension that everyone could feel in their bones, as if it could be cut with a knife, or as if one wrong move could shatter such a surreal scene into a thousand pieces.

"It's good to see you again"

"I wish I could say the same"

Julieta felt in her own chest the dagger that you were burying on Bruno, who at least had the decency to look at the ground with remorse, but she knew you better.

It wasn't that you wanted to be cruel to the man you had loved more than life, but precisely that love you had for him had hurt you too much, it had destroyed you and it had hurt your children too. You were only trying to protect the hearts you had worked so hard to repair.

"What are you doing here?" Alma asked, looking at you with hate

"I came to see my family" you answered with the most neutral voice you could, but your hands were shaking

"This is no longer your family"

"Mom-" the older triplet tried to intervene.

"You shut up!" The older woman yelled, making everyone jump "Wasn't it enough for you to help this damn woman break the family?! Now you welcome her back with open arms?! After she stole my grandchildren?! Your own daughter?!"

"I didn't steal anyone! They are my children" you defended yourself.

You really didn't want to cause a scene, especially with all the children present, and because more than once you had to comfort Mirabel after waking up to the recurring nightmare involving her grandmother yelling at her. But that woman drove you mad with extreme ease.

"They would have been better here!" Alma replied "Away from your wicked hands. They belonged here, they wanted to stay here!"

"That's not true! My children wanted to go with me!"

"You had no right! They are Bruno's children!"

"He abandoned them!" Julieta yelled, making everyone look at her.

She could feel her heart racing, blood pooling in her cheeks, and a single look at her brother told her that she had finished erasing the faint ghost of what had once been her relationship with him, but she didn't care.

She couldn't care, not when she could see out of the corner of her eye how Mirabel was hiding behind you, how Isabela tried her best to appear calm but her hands moved as if she could still command an army of plants to defend her sisters.

Not when she could see Pepa and Felix trying to create a weak barrier with their bodies between their children and Alma, when Dolores hugged Camilo as if he was a little child in the hope that no one would hurt her brother again.

And especially not when she could feel your own fear, sadness, and despair as Joaquín and María clung to her own sides, suddenly terrified of who had once been a loving grandmother to them. Everything was wrong, everything was damaged beyond repair, there was nothing left for her to break, but she still had a family, a broken one, but a family nonetheless and she had to protect them, no matter from whom.

"How dare you talk about your brother like that?" Alma whispered dangerously "how dare you when you allowed your daughter to be kidnapped?!" that seemed to wake you up.

"Bruno left without saying anything, without caring about us, Julieta just protected us, all of us" you said, placing a hand on your sister-in-law's shoulder.

You didn't know if it was a bad choice of words or action, perhaps both, but you could see the moment when your mother-in-law's eyes flashed with an intense fire fueled by hatred and resentment. You barely managed to see her hand in the air and by intuition you closed your eyes, waiting for the blow.

"Don't you ever dare-"

 But it never came.

"IT'S ENOUGH!" 

You opened your eyes to see Julieta holding Alma's hand firmly, preventing it from getting to you. Julieta, the golden daughter of the Madrigal family, the sweetest and most loving woman you'd ever meet, defying the woman who once commanded respect with her mere presence. Although, was it really respect? Or was it fear? You thought that, deep down, it was the latter.

It really was a surreal scene, as if everything was frozen around you. But a voice in the back of your mind told you that it shouldn't surprise you so much, after all, this was also the woman who had made one of the most difficult decisions of her life in order to protect her daughter, the one who had broken blood ties in order to keep the rest of her family safe, the one who, no matter how much it hurt her to be separated from her brother and mother, still got up every day for the others’ sake.

No, it definitely shouldn't surprise you that if anyone had the strength to face Alma and everything that entailed, it was precisely the one who was once the brightest star in the family constellation.

Julieta Madrigal was many things, beautiful, brave, strong, maternal, affectionate and loyal, but she also hid a wolf inside her, one that was already fed up with seeing how her pack was threatened. She was ready to get the fangs out, and you were beginning to see why the rest had trusted her to be the head of the family.

"You insolent-"

"I SAID THAT’S ENOUGH!" the brunette growled, still holding her mother's hand "I've been patient with you, mother, but not anymore."

You could hear a couple of gasps behind you, and you weren't too surprised when Pepa approached you like a scared little girl while Mirabel hugged her. If you didn't know that the miracle was gone, you would think that the icy wind that enveloped you was your sister-in-law’s fault.

"Let go, Julieta-"

"I'm not going to let you talk like that to Y/N" she replied, you could see that she was squeezing the older woman's hand tightly, and from Alma's expression, it was obvious that it hurt, but it seemed like no one could move as you witnessed "the next time you raise your hand to her, me, or anyone in this family, it will be the last time you have a family"

That was a sentence that you yourself could feel in your bones. There was absolutely no trace of compassion or kindness in the older triplet's voice, nor did it leave any doubt that she would keep her word. It was a perfect ultimatum, one that even Alma seemed to understand, because she didn't utter a word as her daughter released her and walked back to the house.

The rest of you looked at each other for a few seconds before Pepa, with Mirabel still in her arms, went after her sister, causing the rest to follow her, including your children, who passed by Bruno without even looking at him, and ran to reach the hands of their favorite aunt. Your mother-in-law just muttered something about going with the Guzmáns and she walked away, disappearing into the night.

Only you and Bruno were left, both looking at each other with surprise, doubt and a little fear. Your eyes seemed to ask a thousand questions but neither of you understood what they were. In the end, you simply sighed and lightly hugged the man who, you must have reminded yourself, was still your husband.

"This wasn't how I expected tonight to go" you confessed lightly.

"It was something that was destined to happen" he whispered "if this didn't explode before it was only because Juli always had the patience of a saint... but I guess everything has a limit"

"I'm so sorry" you said to yourself, guilt beginning to rise in you "if I hadn't-"

"Don't, it wasn't because of you" he smiled a little "...things have been tense between them since before I even met you."

"Really?" you frowned "but...it seemed like she was the favorite daughter"

"She was the closest to the perfect doll mom had in mind" he corrected you "And it only got worse when we turned 5"

"When you got the gifts?"

"Yes" he sighed and looked at his hands "Pepa and I suffered a lot for our gifts, but we always knew that Julieta had it worse"

"Why?"

"Because she's the one who looks the most like dad" he answered, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world "If she hadn't been born a woman, I assure you, she would be his living portrait"

You thought about it for a moment. You had seen Pedro Madrigal's portrait many times, and although you had never paid much attention to physical details, you had always believed that he radiated a warmth that you only knew from his eldest daughter. It made sense that Alma would have seen the ghost of her late husband in her, and at that moment, something clicked on you.

"And Julieta's gift allowed her to help the community like no one else could" you looked him in the eye "Despite the exhaustion and fatigue, she was always ready to help others... like your father"

"That's right" he agreed.

"But...her gift made her absorb others’ pain" you continued, with the pieces falling into place in your mind quickly "she was in constant suffering...Alma made her reenact Pedro's sacrifice every day"

"And Pepa and I couldn't do anything"

You looked at Bruno for a moment. Despite being the youngest, he looked terribly tired, his eyes swam in deep sadness, his hands trembled and he looked incredibly fragile. Your heart forgot all about anger and disappointment, and was quickly filled with the same affection you had felt for him the first time you met him, a tender and childish love, pure and sincere. He was a brother who felt guilty for not protecting his sister.

"You love her" you said, it wasn't a question.

"As you don't have an idea" he answered anyway "when I came back, it was her arms that I wanted to feel, not mom's" he admitted "but she was furious with me, and with good reason. I shouldn't have left, I shouldn't have left you or the children, I shouldn't have allowed mom to treat Mirabel like that...I should have done things differently...but that doesn't matter now"

You looked at him sympathetically and put a hand on his shoulder so that he looked at you. He seemed so lost, like a kid who has broken something and didn't know how to apologize to mom. Yes, there were too many things that maybe he could have done differently, you too. But that no longer mattered, time was not going to come back and all you could do was start walking towards the best option you had now, and you both knew that that option had a name.

"Have you tried talking to her?" you asked softly

"Mom is always by my side" he said "And I n-never have the courage to talk to her when we're alone, I…I just don't want her to hate me more"

"She doesn't hate you" you said immediately "she could never hate you... you're her baby brother, and we both know that deep down, there will always be a place in her heart for you, no matter how hard Alma tries to keep you from getting back on good terms with her."

"I feel like I've failed her too much" he murmured, looking at the ground "It doesn't matter what I do anymore, our relationship is broken beyond repair...B-but I love her, that's why I try to keep mom busy with me and leave the rest of us alone. I love her and Pepa, and-and I love our family, my nephews, my nieces, my children...and you"

Your cheeks warmed at the last words, and by the way his eyes looked everywhere but at you, you knew he hadn't expected that confession to slip out of him either, at least not at the moment. You smiled and hugged him again, trying not to let the discomfort touch you.

"Talk to her, Bruno" you said "I'm sure you can fix things...so can we" you smiled

He looked at you hopefully and slowly smiled back, walking silently beside you as you went back to the house. You both knew this wasn't a mend, that there was still too much going on between you, but at least you were headed in the right direction. After all, you'd already fallen in love with him once, who said it couldn't happen twice?

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Except that the first time you hadn't had your sister-in-law's face on your mind, nor had you had a little five-year-old nephew rock your entire world with a simple question.

You really couldn't blame the little guy. Antonio was just a child trying to catch up with the changing situation of his family, he was learning to live with some cousins and an aunt he never knew and you knew you had to be patient with his questions.

You had to admit that he was adorable, and despite Pepa's teasing, it was nice to have him behind you all day. Joaquín and María had become his best friends immediately and it was obvious that he was replacing your son as Mirabel's favorite cousin.

Speaking of your children, both of them were making a titanic effort to stay away from their grandmother, but they were spending more and more time with their father, which seemed to be the first steps towards Bruno becoming part of the "good side" of the family again, as the children liked to call it.

Your relationship with him was still in the mending process, but at least you could say you were friends again, which seemed to relieve Pepa, one less battle to fight between her siblings, you guessed.

The problem was Julieta.

She was still your favorite sister-in-law and your best friend, without a doubt, but things were starting to get weird for you when you realized that she was slowly becoming your favorite person too. You seemed unable to stop your smile every time you saw her and your heart raced when you heard her laugh.

It was a terribly familiar and terrifying feeling, because you knew that she shouldn't have that effect on you, that you shouldn't feel with her what you once felt with Bruno. And yet you couldn't stop.

As much as you tried to lie to yourself, it was obvious that you were always trying to be with her, whether it was helping her cook or just chatting with her over coffee, it didn't matter, you just wanted to be close to her. You felt bad for a while, but then you started noticing the way she would blush every time you smiled at her or how she would look at you when she thought you weren't paying attention.

You were both playing a dangerous game, but it somehow felt so…natural, like that was the only logical path for you. You didn't expect that to be confirmed by the miracle itself.

It was one afternoon when, a few days after finishing the reconstruction of Casita, you and Julieta were sitting in the kitchen, just talking, you were telling her about the first dress that Mirabel made when Camilo ran in, his eyes full of emotion and fear in equal measure.

"Tías, you have to come quickly" he told you

"What's going on?" Julieta asked, even as you both were already getting up

"You have to see it for yourself"

You and the brunette looked at each other curiously for a second before hurrying after your older nephew. The rest of the family was already there and you only had to look in the same direction to understand the commotion. The candle was back.

Well, not exactly. The candle itself was there, but it was out. Still, you knew what that could mean for your family, you knew what they could get back if they managed to make it shine again. The question was, how?

"Mom, you have to take it" Mirabel said excitedly

"What?"

"Think about it Juli" Pepa agreed "you're the new head of the family, you should be the one to protect the candle now... right?"

"I… I guess"

Julieta looked at you for a moment, and you could see the doubt and anxiety in her eyes, so you just smiled and nodded, hoping that was enough comfort for her. The brunette returned your smile before approaching the candle. Her hands trembled and you did not doubt that memories of when she received her gift, more than 45 years ago, passed through her mind.

You all held your breath as the older triplet's hands carefully took hold of the candle and a current passed through you. It was soft and warm, just like a tickle. You waited a moment, but nothing else happened. You could see the disappointment in the rest of the family, especially the brunette, but they all faked supportive smiles.

"Maybe we need to call-"

"No Juli, we don't need her"

You were a bit surprised by Pepa's tone, but you could understand. Alma hadn't been back since the night you returned to Encanto, taking refuge with the Guzmans ever since. It hurt a little that this distanced Dolores from Mariano, but no one could deny that everyone breathed more peace since she was gone. It didn't seem strange to you that they refused to call her now.

"It's because tía Y/N isn’t close" Antonio said suddenly, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world

"Excuse me?" you blinked

"Abuela's candle was lit because Abuelo loved her" the boy explained.

You all looked at him like he was growing another head, but deep down, you all wanted to know the reasoning behind that little head. After all, the little ones always have the most creative solutions.

"What does that have to do with tía Y/N, Antonio?" Mirabel asked softly

"Tía Y/N loves tía Julieta" he said "the candle has to light if she's around her girlfriend, right?"

You didn't even need Dolores' gift to hear a pin drop, not when the room was deathly silent. You looked at Julieta out of the corner of your eye and you could see that her face was redder than a tomato, and you doubted that you were better. Your heart was racing like crazy, your hands were sweating and you could feel the anxiety building up in you.

How could a five-year-old boy understand better than you the forbidden feelings that had been blooming in you for your sister-in-law? Had you been too obvious? Did the others notice it too? God, you didn't even want to look at Bruno.

"Mami! mami!"

María's voice brought you out of your thoughts and you looked at her worriedly. Your daughter just looked at you in amazement and pointed with her little hand to the place where your attention should be. You hadn't even realized that you had approached Julieta, but now you were facing each other, with the candle between you and a small flame sprouting. 

“It can’t be” you heard Isabela whispering while Pepa gasped

The moment you took a step back, the small flame went out. The brunette looked at you for a second before slowly approaching you again, causing the candle to relight. It wasn't a strong, magical glow like the one it had before the whole disaster, but it was a promise that you’d get the miracle back.

Except that neither you nor Julieta wanted to think about what the miracle was asking of you, or what that meant for both of you and your respective families.

#reader insert #x reader #Female reader #bruno madrigal x reader #bruno madrigal and reader #bruno x reader #bruno madrigal #julieta madrigal x reader #julieta madrigal and reader #julieta x reader #julieta madrigal #encanto x reader #encanto imagine #Encanto #change the future

[onskepa]

Muewehehehe! 😈

Hello Halo Hello! Once again I am Back! MUHAHAHAHA!

And I come back with another triplets request! Cause gosh darn it you do them so well. But anyways back to the request, that is if it's okay with you of course!

So hear me out years have past and the young triplets are now the beautiful age of 15! The kids along with the family are going to the plains to meet up with other Clans for a celebratory hunt. The omaticaya, Metkayina and Tipani gather together the young hunters ready to prove themselves and so forth.

But this isn't just about that that, this is about Lu'law gaining the attention of a very determined princling of the Tipani. Lu'law who's known for being pretty inventive and always crafting things or being intrigued by the old ways of human technology to help the humans of the omaticaya or just the Clan in general. But Lu'law isn't just known for her inventions they are also known for their beautiful gymnastic skills, practically making her look as though they dance on air.

The tipani princling is enraptured by her and is determined to court her for the following days, the thing is... daddy and uncle Loki ain't having it. Mischief ensues.

(I like to think the triplets call their uncle Lo'ak, loki from they're mama's stories cause he's mischievous.)

(Also Lu'law's siblings and mama help her to get with the adorkable boy they think is cute.)

Ooooooooooooooooooooohhh~!! I like this one! Sit back, relax, and Enjoy! Syawn series

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Syawn ch 4: skxom Hunt pt1

"Bro maybe we should head back, we got enough for the travel. Any more and we wont have enough space to carry the meat".

15 year old lu'Tstunwi says to his triplet brother, 15 year old lu'Lafyon.

Lu'Lafyon nods in agreement. They hunted enough. "Yeah, lets go. Lu'Law lets go!" the second brother calls out to his sister.

Where ever she is at.

Lu'Tstunwi and Lu'Lafyon roll their eyes in unison.

"She left didnt see? To grand uncle norm?" Lu'Lafyon asks in a bit of annoyance.

"No I didnt! Im right here" the voice of their sister was heard behind them. Turning around they see their sister landing down from a high branch.

Together, they head back home with their kill. Chatting happily about what they hope to see.

In the Omatikaya grounds, jake sully was packing the needed equipment for their long journey ahead. He gets up, groaning a bit tired.

Close to him, neteyam sees his father and slightly grins, "is time finally getting to you dad?". Jake rolls his eyes but cracks his back joints with a satisfying pop sound. "I am still in my prime son. But even I must admit, it is slowly getting to me" Jake replies in slight defeat.

Neteyam chuckled. He looks up at the position of the sun, knowing soon his children will come back soon with their kill. And finish what is left to pack.

His children. Neteyam's precious triplets.

After so many years, the reality of the three has never faded from his mind. Neteyam loves his triplets equally and adores how each are different yet the same.

The most he enjoys is the triplets being very close to their grandfather. Since jake understands the triplets on a a deeper level. Seeing them thrive and bond with others have made him and syawn very happy. And speaking of syawn, where is she?

THUMP!

"OW!!"

There she is.

Everyone was preparing for the long travel for the Skxom Hunt. A hunt that only happens once every 3 years. Clans from all over gather at a specific spot to hunt. Where life thrives and producing never ending field of nourishment and quality of ripe fruits and healthy animals.

Usually there would be an agreed spot of where to hunt. But for the last 40 years, the Skxom hunt has taken place in the once homeland of the fallen Sarentu clan. Where all na'vi go as to pay respect for their fallen brothers and sisters.

For the future generations to learn and never forget the once thriving clan. Retelling of Sarentu's stories, most notable figures. How their culture was like and traditions.

What has fallen, now rises a new life. The Sarentu's territory covered high mountains, deep massive lakes, endless fields of grass lands and patches of forest. Perfect for every na'vi in different environments.

Perfect for many things to be born anew. New things would bloom.

"ok now remember, you only have about 340 hours so make every second count, ya got it?" Norman Spellman was telling to lu'law.

"Dont worry uncle norm. Every second is going to be....how did you say it? A gem? Whatever. Know your trusty camera is in safe hands of sully the vlogger!!" Lu'law said with such confidence while holding a peace sign.

“That is the concerning part” Max says casually as he passes by with his wheelchair. “It happened one time. Besides, it was uncle loki that did it. Why put the blame on little ol’me?” Lu’law asks while making a pouty face. 

“Because you gave it to him”. 

“Oh yeah…”

Night came, and the whole clan gather once more in their union dinner, to be close to their loved ones before the long journey ahead. 

Kiri and spider chat as much as they could with their family as they will be staying behind to watch over the clan. “And make sure the hunters are going through the right paths I laid out. The west side river is at its peak so have everyone be careful since the waters are rough this time of year, also-”

“Yes, yes, yes dad. Don't worry, we got it, "Kiri says as she reassures her father. 

Jake cant help but sigh. This happens every time Jake has to leave the clan for days. Often over worrying, extra observant and extra worrying. 

“We have done this plenty of times dad. We got this, the people trust spider as much as they trust you. Our people are in the safest hands” kiri says with softness in her voice. Jake shakes his head while his hands also shake slightly. Neytiri rubs her hand against his arms. “Ma’jake, our daughter is right. She and spider have proved themselves worthy to watch over the people. They will be fine. It is not the first time”. 

The soothing voice of his mate, Jake relaxed. “Neytiri is right, I can handle the torch while you are away,” Spider says with a grin. Excited to be in a position where he can help the people in a massive way. 

“Hey, I am the BEST of the BEST. I can heal anyone. Besides, it will be fun to see the whole fest!” tuk says as she sits beside neytiri and kiri. 

Over at the over fire pit, neteyam and syawn enjoy their meal with their beloved children. Syawn explaining to neteyam how her day with tuk and others went and he listens with all his attention on her. Lu’law sees it and often wonders if one day she would have what her parents have. 

“Sis? You are zoning out again” Lu’lafyon says as Lu’Tstunwi snaps his fingers in front of her face. “Oh, sorry, um, what were we talking about again??” lu’law asks while nervously scratching her nose. “Your sensor. You said it works better now” lu’tstunwi replies. Regaining her concentration again, lu’law explains her new item. 

“Oh right! So this will help us see if any danger is near with a super hyper heat sensor and…”

Everyone awoke before the rising sun. They begin their journey both in Ikrans and palis. Jake took the front line to lead the way, as the warriors surrounded their massive group. Everyone was nervous yet excited for the hunt. Neytiri and Jake were chatting while being on alert. Neteyam and syawn enjoy each other’s comfort in silence. And Tuk chatting happily to some of her fellow friends who joined in on the journey.

The triplets decided to ride their ikrans during their journey. Letting the cool wind awaken their minds and feel the crisp morning air. Using the earpiece their grandfather gave them, they have clear communication long distant from the land and sky. Thanks to lu’law’s little tinkering, not only they can hear, but also give visuals from the person’s perspective. Which can cover more ground better. Making things better for her people gives lu’law a sense of pride and feels she is truly contributing to the clan in her own way. 

"You think the Tyrangi clan will be there?" Lu'Lafyon asks during the time of resting. His siblings look at each other before rolling their eyes. "Brother, it be unlike the Tyrangi clan to NOT be there" Lu'Law responds.  “Really brother, are you Omatikaya or Tayrangi?” Lu’Tstunwi teases, making those around him grin.

“Wouldn't be surprised if my nephew would present for that clan” Lo’ak adds in as he makes himself comfortable. The Tyrangi clan, or more specifically, their Olo’eykte, Ikenyi, holds favoritism towards Lu’Lafyon. The oldest triplet became a symbol of unity between the Omatikaya and Tayrangi. For what reason? That is a secret buried between Lu’Lafyon and Ikenyi. 

“Please uncle loki, grandpa would never let that happen” Lu’Tstunwi says. “Damn right I won't” Jake comments as he sits down with neytiri. The triplets scoot closer to their grandparents. “In fact, I am sure Neteyam can agree with me on this one. The three of you, dont take after your uncle lo’ak-” 

“HEY!” 

“You are Omatikaya no matter what. And in the future when you fully participate in the hunt, present Omatikaya and show the others what we can do '' Jake ends his little speech. Neytiri smiles as she leans on to him. 

“You are still hurt from your defeat of the last hunt” 

“Those fuckers cheated”

It was a long trip, but at long last they arrived at the preserved lands of the long gone Sarentu clan. Thanking Eywa for reaching their destination, the Omatikaya members began to settle. But they weren't alone. Their brothers at arms have settled before them, the metkayina clan. 

Lo’ak ran walked to Tsireya as everyone else was welcoming each other. “It has only been a few days and he acts like he hasn't seen auntie Tsireya in years' ' Lu'Tstunwi comments as he rolls his eyes. But Lu’Law inwardly hums at the scene of her uncle and aunt. “Must be nice though, to see someone you look forward to seeing no matter how much time has passed,” she says with a sigh. 

Syawn heard her and pulls her daughter closer, “my sweet girl, are you perhaps thinking of something like that?” she teases. Lu’Law playfully rolls her eyes, “no mother, it is just a silly thought” . Syawn hums while smiling slightly, “no thought is too silly”. 

“My little Lulu’s!!” 20 year old Ti’ong sings out as she embraces the triplets into her arms. Giving them each a kiss on the head, she lets them go. “You three keep getting big! Stop growing and be cute and small forever!” she pouts while complaining. Lu’Tstunwi chuckles, “It has only been 3 months, Tsmuke. Don't be dramatic”

Dramatically, Ti’ong leaned against Lu’Tstunwi, “3 months is too long”. Lu’law giggles at her Tsmuke antics when her eyes landed on the arriving clan. 

The Tipani clan. 

It is rare for the Tipani clan to attend the hunt since they live farther out in the forest region and would take longer to arrive. Perhaps they had a head start. 

Lu’Law took notice of her father smirking a bit playfully. “Dad? You know someone from the Tipani clan?” she asks, neteyam nods. “See that man over there? With the yellow shield on his back?”. The daughter nods. The man in question looked a bit older than neteyam. Seemed more experienced and a master level. 

“Well, his name is Tan Jala. We have a bit of competition in terms of physical skill. It is a bit over due to settle the score” neteyam says with determination in his voice. 

“You and your father are much alike” Syawn joins with a deadpan in her voice. 

“It is as uncle lo’ak says mom, like father like son”

On the other side of the field, young princling of the Tipani clan, atan afyawusìntxu was looking all over the na’vi that are settling in. It was his first time attending the Skxom hunt. Ready to prove himself not only to his people but to everyone else. 

His parents told him that the legendary Toruk Makto is here along with his clan. To hear the stories never tired him. And the clan he lives in must be powerful and strong too! But Toruko Makto wasn't the only person the young Tipani prince wishes to see. The blessed triplets too. 

Atan has heard of the historic communion from his mother. To see the triplets in front of him would be such an honor. Though secretly, the boy wishes to be friends with them. Not to hold political connections but to be genuine friends. 

“Atan, focus. This is your first hunt. You do well in being the face of our future to the others” atan's father says. The boy nods. “Yes father, I promise I won't make a fool of myself” 

“Stop making a fool of yourselves!!” Tuk warns at her niece and nephews. The triplets giggle as they make silly carvings while hanging upside down on one of the tall tents. Syawn giggles and places a hand on tuk’s shoulder. “Did you forget it was you who taught them to be silly, sister?”. Tuk inwardly groans, “Yes, and I regret it”. Syawn laughs heartily at it. 

“Auntie tuk! Come on! Join us!” Lu’law shouts, inviting tuk to join in their silliness. “You too mother! The view is lovely up here!” Lu’tstunwi says. The ladies shrug their shoulders and join in the fun. 

Lu’lafyon helps them up but wasn't quick. “Wait mother, don't step there-” 

“OW!” 

“Thank Eywa we didn't inherited mothers clumsiness” 

“I heard that!”

The next day arrives, and the skxom hunt begins. As the sun has risen, the games begin. The entire sully family prepares for the first rounds. Lu’law prepares the camera norm gave her. To record the best parts for the clan to see when they return home. 

“Ok, aaaaand we are rolling!” she announces. Lu’Lafyon and Lu’Tstunwi made silly poses in front of the camera. “Hello Omatikaya people! Today is the first day of the Skxom hunt! The first games are fishing and gathering in the lakes!” Lu’Lafyon announces to the camera. “Todays competitors are the Tipani clan, Ta’unui clan, Tayrangi clan and our fellow ally, the Mekayina clan!” Lu’Tstunwi follows. 

Lu’law giggles at their silliness. She turns the camera facing her and grins widely. “Join us as we record the greatest event in na’vi history! We are your voices! I am lu’law Sully!” she makes a peace sign. Her brothers join her on each side. 

“I am Lu’Tstunwi Sully!” 

“And I am Lu’Lafyon Sully!” 

“And you are watching Disney channel!” the three say in unison. 

“And uncle ao’nung is in the lead!! GO UNCLE GO!!” Lu’law screeches in excitement. She zooms in to where Ao'nung was head to head with a Tayrangi clan member. “The Tipani is falling behind a bit” she comments. 

There were cheers among the crowd. “*gasps!* uncle is-” 

“AO’NUNG OF THE METKAYINA IS REACHING THE END!!” 

A loud voice echoed in the massive field, reaching everyone's ears. Lu’law pointed the camera to show a na’vi holds a large sky demon technology that works as a speaker. “And that is O’ame of the Hulanta clan WHO IS VERY LOUD!” Tuk shouted behind lu’law. 

The young triplet laughs and while holding the camera, she leans over to get something from her bag when she unknowingly was recording someone…

Atan was cheering for his fellow clan member. He screamed at the top of his lungs, seeing the metkayina warrior having a greater chance at winning. 

“GO UNCLE GO!” 

He heard a bright cheery voice amongst all others. The voice is clear and bright. Atan carefully trying to pinpoint who it was, his eyes widened slightly in surprise. It was the triplet sister. Atan was awestruck. She wasn't that far from him. As his parents wanted, to make strong bonds with the Omatikaya clan. Perhaps this is a good chance. 

The sister was holding some demon technology. Something he despised of. It was odd looking like all demon technology. It had some dark circle in the center. Aiming at the competitors. Nothing was coming out of it. Perhaps it is somehow aiding the metkayina warrior? 

Atan was very confused but more bewildered when it aimed at him. The sister wasn't looking, she was leaning down and her arm moved when the object was facing him. He didnt feel any pain, no mind controlling, nothing of the things he has heard. Still feeling the same. 

The sister stood up straight again, and for a moment, Atan made eye contact with the sister…

Everyone surrounded Ao’nung as he was named winner of the swimming round. After that, more clans competed in the coming rounds. 

When night came, a huge communal feast was served. Many cooks, hunters, gatherers came to create a giant feast with each clan's specialties. Jake and neteyam, along with ao’nung and lo’ak, they left to meet with the other clan leaders, as for tuk, syawn, and neytiri left to assist in cooking. And where does the three little mischievous triplets leave to? 

An open field of chaotic adventure. 

“Let's go before Ikeyni smothers me again!” Lu’lafyon says as he and his siblings run along the long grass. 

The other two laugh at him and keep on running. Enjoying the feeling of freedom and the soft grass. At night does the land looks just as alive as in the daytime. 

Lu’Tstunwi was holding the camera as he slowly scans the grasslands with the camera. Trying to capture every detail. “And this was once home of the Sarentu clan. We have already paid our respects to the fallen. Sorry we couldn't record it. It was a private thing” he narrates. 

“Hey look, seems we aren't the only ones in thirst of adventure” Lu’law comments, Lu’tstunwi turns the camera to show young na’vi around their age and younger exploring the area. Playing games or just enjoying the environment. 

“Well my fellow lu and lu, I believe that is our cue to cover more grounds. Here, my turn” Lu’Lafyon says as he takes the camera from his brother. “Remember, it only has 335 hours left of the camera, so make each second worth it!” Lu’law warns. 

“Yeah yeah! Got it!” Lu’Lafyon says dismissively.  

And off the three went to their own little adventures and what to share with their family. 

“WOOOOOHOOOOOOO!!! YEAH!!” 

Lu’Law flew her ikran high in the sky. The nightly breeze was refreshing and felt wonderful. “Come on Ichi! Let's practice some more!” Lu’Law speaks with her ikran who screeches in agreement. 

Getting in a position as her ikran dives down in high speeds, letting the pressure of the wind take her off of ichi and fly high in the sky. The bioluminescent light illuminating her deep blue skin. Looking, for a moment, other worldly. 

At least that is what Atan describes when he saw Lu’Law making some insane tricks. As he too took his ikran flying in the young night. But hearing Lu’Law’s howls, it lured him to follow. And there, in the vast open skies, did he see Lu’law dance among the wind. Her movements were delicate as a leaf floating in the wind. 

Truly, Atan was in awe struck. His ikran roars, he looks and makes a quick move to avoid crashing the tall trees. Atan makes a sharp right, back into the open air. His eyes still staring at where he could have crashed before-

“LOOK OUT!!” a voice called out to him. 

His ikran took the initiative and ducked down. But atan looked up, as if time slowed down, once again he made eye contact with the na’vi who was on his mind for the whole day. The na’vi, Lu’law  truly is otherworldly. 

Time resumed and both passed each other. 

Lu’law turned ichi around and flew at the same pace as atan. “Hey are you alright? You almost hit that tree” she spoke with concern in her voice. Atan blinked a few times, “y-yes. I am fine. Thank you, I wasn't seeing where I was going” he explained. Lu’law smiles, assured he is fine. 

“You are from the Tipani clan right? What is your name?” she asks. Clearing his throat he replies, “my name is Atan afyawusìntxu. Or atan for short”. Lu’law gasped a bit, “for a name like that. That means you are the son of Olo'eyktan and tsahik, correct?” she asks. Again, atan nods. 

Lu’law giggles. Took a bit for Atan not to give such a reaction. It was a cute sound she made. Light and bubbly. “Well then atan, my name is Lu’Law sully from the Omatikaya” the girl introduces herself. “But I get the feeling you already know me” Lu’Law says, slightly nervous. 

Atand nods, “Hard to not know of you and your family lineage” he says. “But…I only know the surface” he continues. This made lu’law light up in glee. “Well then, atan. How about joining me in a little flight? Show you more than what you know?”. Taking the open invitation, atan accepts. And off the two fly higher together. Their ikrans dancing in rhythmic patterns. 

Down on the ground, Syawn was searching for her little mischief children as it was dinner time. Purposely, the triplets left their ear piece behind so as to not be found wherever they are. 

“This is getting old” Syawn says with a tired sigh. Her little complaints were hauled when she heard the familiar howls of cheers. She looks up to see lu’law flying ichi, but she wasn't alone. 

“Oh my…” Syawn whispers. Recognizing who is the second rider, she couldn't help but have a soft smile on her lips. The scene reminds her of many precious memories. Seeing lu’law enjoying her fun with the Tipani prince was certainly a sight. But one syawn won't share. Not until her daughter was ready. 

“No no, maybe I am thinking too deep into it…” the na’vi mother says to herself. Deciding on leaving her daughter to be with her new found friend. Syawn silently leaves with joy in her heart. 

“So if his name is lo’ak, why do you call him loki?” Atan asks. The two of them sit near a clif side of a hill, taking a break from their flying activities. “Loki is an old god the humans once believed. Was mischievous and would pull pranks and create trouble for fun. Thus, uncle loki since it suited my uncle” Lu’law explains. If atan has eyebrows, it would be raised. 

“Human stories? What good do they have? Don't you hate them?” he asks. He has heard of the Omatikaya clan were constantly being attacked. It would be logical to hate them. His clan does. Was raised to hate them as they only came to destroy their home. 

Lu’law shrugs a bit. “Not all of them, in fact there are humans that live in unity with my clan. My mother was once a human. But Eywa blessed her to be in her dreamwalker body to live with my father. The humans, or “science guys” as my grandfather calls them, are loyal to my people. Would rather lose their heads than betray”. 

Atan looks rather surprised and a bit perplexed. Lu’law caught on. “Well...I understand its odd for other clans. I would assume you were alright with the humans since your clan was the first to interact with them” she says. 

“Correct but it didnt mean we trusted them. After everything they have done. And killing my great grandparents. It is a wound that won't be healed for a long time…” Atan replies with slight sadness. Lu’law can only nod in understanding. 

“I guess it is only right to have different views on them. It is alright. Maybe-” She was interrupted by the sounds of the long horns being blown. Signaling that the communal dinner has started. 

“Right on time. Today worked up an appetite” Lu’law says with excitement to feast on some yummy food. Atan reflected her mood as he too smiled, “yes. Uumm..I enjoyed our chat together. Perhaps, if it is alright with you. Can we talk some more tomorrow…?” he asks a bit nervously. This made lu’law’s ears perk up and her tail swaying. 

“YES! *ahem!* I mean, yes. I enjoyed our time too. How about after tomorrows rounds? My aunt tsireya will be competing tomorrow and I want to be there to support her”. 

“Of course, in fact, my aunt will be attending as well” atan says. This sparked a bit of a competition between them. “Alright, may the best aunt win” Lu’law states, their hands shake as to confirm whatever they were doing. 

Saying their goodbyes, both left to their spots where their clan and family members are.

“Alright alright, settle down. Tsireya and Tuk, help me with the portions.” Neytiri instructs her two daughters as everyone settles down. Jake, lo’ak, tonowari and ao’nung were chatting. While Unyor, Ti’ong, and Syawn were chatting too. Neteyam entered their massive tent observing the whole family. A smile crept up to him. The warm glow of the fire and the happy chatter all over brought happiness to his heart. 

But he noticed 3 members are missing. 

Sitting next to his mate, giving her a kiss on the cheek, “my love, where are the kids?” he asks. Syawn was reminded of what she witnessed earlier but kept her face neutral. “No doubt exploring the grasslands. Don't worry, they will come soon, the horn was heard” she treasures. 

“Hurry before uncle ao’nung and uncle loki get the good stuff!!” Lu’lafyon rushes his siblings as they ran past everyone towards their tent. Lu’tstunwi and Lu’law do their best to keep up. 

“Would have been faster if we took the pali’s!!” lu’tstunwi with a bit of impatience in his voice. “And crash more people than we already are??” Lu’law asks a bit sarcastically as she steps on another tail on accident. 

The three kept saying sorry as they crash or step on someone. They see their family tent and ran faster. 

But Ronal was in the way. 

“What the…?” 

“BREAKS!!!” the triplets said in unison as they tried to halt their speed. Ronal was quick to step aside as the three tumble each other on the ground. “What are you three doing?” Ronal asks curiously. Bending down to make sure they are fine. The triplets groan a bit from the sudden stop and crush each other with their body weight. 

“Hi granny…we heard the horn so we ran as you saw” lu’tstunwi answered despite his cheek being smushed by lu’law’s hand.Ronal rolls her eyes at him, “there is plenty. No need to run like you are getting the scraps” she reminds. Lu’law hisses at lu’lafyon who moves around, “we will get scraps if we do-STOP TUGGING!!” he shouts at his siblings. 

Ronal was quick to separate the three. “Don't tangle your tails again, wouldn't want a repeat of that incident”. The triplets shudder at the old memory being mentioned. 

As the three separated, Ronal steadily took the lead in taking them to the tent. The three followed, neither walking in front or behind, but rather at her sides. “Your mother always leaves the best for you three. I doubt your uncles would leave bones behind for you”. 

“Sheesh! Calm down you three! There is plenty, why must you eat like your uncles?” Jake scolds his grandchildren. The triplets were eating in a rather fast pace, as if to compete with ao’nung and lo’ak. 

“Backs straight, I raised fine na’vi not mindless skxawngs” Sywan also scolds. “So did we” Neytiri and Ronal side eye their sons who were doing the same. 

“Sorry mom, after a long day of activity, hunger comes with no warning” Lu’tstunwi replies as he helps wipe off the mess from lu’fayon’s mouth. Syawn shakes her head and does the same with lu’law. “You are a lady, at least behave like one. What if a fine young na’vi sees you gobbling up like a pali? hm?” she says gently. 

Neteyam shakes his head, “well if that is what will drive away any mindless young ones, by all means lu’law, eat like an ikran”. 

Syawn lightly slaps neteyam’s shoulder, “don't be like that. One day she and our sons will find a mate of their own. Who is to say they won't find one here?”. Again neteyam shakes his head, this time in more denial “no, not now, and not ever. They are still too young to even think about tha. Especially our daughter". 

Lo’ak was quick to agree, “I second that!”. 

This time tsireya lightly slapped his head. 

Unyor gave a look towards ao’nung as to silence him before he says anything. 

The triplets were giving everyone equal unimpressed looks. “Really?” was what the three said. “Mom, dad, I highly doubt I will find someone any time soon. Especially here. This is two weeks we will be here. There won't be enough time to get to know someone and fall in love. Besides, I am busy recording all the good stuff for the people back home. Cant get side tracked” lu’law stated. 

The answer did satisfy neteyam and lo’ak. But syawn can't help but make a slight face. 

“Hhmmm…” 

“We know that hum sister,” Lu’tstunwi says. The three lay side by side in their shared hammock. Despite being old enough for their own, they refused. 

“Sorry but…but I just can't help it. Would dad really prevent us from finding someone?” lu’law asks. Lu’lafyon and lu’tstunwi looked at each other for a few seconds. “Most likely, but mom will be there to keep him in check” lu’tstunwi answers. 

“But also, there is the factor, DO we really want to find someone? And if so, when is the right time?” Lu’lafyon questions. The three humm in unison as they stare up at the clear starry night sky. 

“Why not make a pact promise?” Lu’tstunwi suggest. Lu’lafyon and lu’law turn to him with raised eyebrows. He elaborates, “like ummm….who ever each of us falls in love first or starts to like someone. We help each other in going forth? And should dad or anyone try to get in the way, we tattletell mom and help? How about it?”. 

The other two looked at each other in thought. “Soooo…one of us likes someone and the other two become support and guards…sounds like a good idea” lu’law says. The three nod in agreement and twirl their pinky fingers to seal their new pact. 

Sharing the same starry night sky, young atan was looking up with wonder and hope. After the recent exchange with lu’law, that girl couldn't be out of his mind. She was bright, sweet, and very engaging. 

But nothing is perfect, there is an itch atan can't get rid of. Her love for demon technology. That is something he cant easily overlook. 

“My son, what has got you so deep in thought?” his mother asks, interrupting his train of thought. She lays beside him, her warm smile bright and welcoming. Atan looks back at the sky and back to his mother. 

“It is a bit..complicated mother. I am not so sure myself” he replies in a low whisper. His mother wraps her arms around him, bringing him close. “M-mother, wait, I don't think father would-” 

“Oh hush, he is busy. A little hug won't hurt either of you. Now, about that head of yours” she playfully taps on his forehead. “If there is something you are not sure of, don't hesitate to ask. You can always come to me or to your father. Being lost in your mind isn't always good. Best to seek guidance from those close to you” the tsahik advice. 

Atan hums at her words, and snuggles closer to her embrace. “I guess, but this is something too early to tell. And I need to figure it out. Hopefully soon…” 

“And what did we learn?” tuk teases as she applies healing paste to lo’ak bruises. He rolls his eyes as tsireya wraps his injured hand. Neytiri sat across from him, arms crossed, clearly not impressed. 

“What? I can't help it! After that talk last night I had to check if everything was, you know…ok with them. Especially lu’law”. Tsireya releases a huff in amusement. “So you thought it was a good idea to hide within the herd of the sturmbeest? To spy on them?” 

Lo’ak sighs and hangs his head. “Look, as their uncle, isnt it my job to make sure they are ok? That no dumb thoughts cross their minds?”. 

“And being in the middle of a herd was a good idea?” Neytiri asks a bit sarcastically. Lo’ak hung his head even more as his ears pinned against his head. “Ma’loak, I know you care for them but syawn and neteyam are there. They are the parents, let them watch over their kids. You on the other hand have a hunt to prepare in 2 days. Can't have you be distracted” Tsireya scolds gently with a warm smile. 

“Fine, but I am still going to tell neteyam-” 

“Absolutely not” 

“Ok, here are your arrow-WOA!!” 

Neteyam caught syawn easily like it was one of his five senses. “Still falling for me?” he smirks playfully, making syawn blush like a teenager. It never fails. 

“N-neteyam, not now, you have to be up there soon” syawn said with a bit of shake in her voice. Putting the bow and arrows aside, neteyam picks up his beloved and spins around. Causing syawn to squeak in surprise. 

“Neteyam!! We can do this later!!” syawn says as her mate keeps spinning. Neteyam however laughs and keeps spinning with love in his eyes, “I don't mind skipping”. Coming to a halt, he stops but hasn't put his love down. “Come on neteyam. Didn't you say you have a score to settle with a Tipani? I want to see you win” syawn encourages. 

“I do. Buuuuut being with you is better” he pulls her in for a loving kiss to which syawn happily reciprocates. 

“OUR EYES!!” 

Quickly the mates pulled away to see their children cover their eyes and make gagging noises. “Hey, you may be grossed out now. But when you find your mate, you three will be doing the same” Syawn says. 

“Unlikely” neteyam comments with a little grin. 

“Yeahyeahyeah! They are calling for you dad. Don't keep them waiting!” Lu’tstunwi says. “Beat Tan Jala’s ass!” Lu’lafyon shouts, fisting the air. “Show him what you are all about!” Lu’law adds. 

Warmth filled neteyams heart, smiling lovingly at his children. Pulling all three close along with his mate, he hugs them all tightly. “Dad…?” he hears one of his kids say, but he just takes a moment of being with them. “Ssshhh…let him have this” Syawn whispers. 

The triplets then understood and wrapped their arms around each other. Their family fully embracing in their little bubble of love. 

skxom = chance, opportunity

atan afyawusìntxu = Guiding light

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[mpregandproud]

Isaac (Part 9)

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It has been four years since I gave birth to my quintuplets. Isaac and I moved to a bigger house where we could live with our children and also have more space for ourselves. Our life had stabilized a lot. We had both progressed in our jobs, enjoyed a family that was the envy of the world, and still loved each other as much as the first day.

Our deal with Lucas came through, I gave birth to two children. To thank us for the gesture we had with them they named them Daniel and Isaac, and we were named godparents. After them came Tom and Hugo, for whom I gestated triplets. And as the saying goes, there are no two without three, my friend Ray wanted to be a single father and asked me as a favor to gestate his baby, a beautiful girl. In a matter of five years I went through four pregnancies and gave birth to eleven babies, six of them Isaac's and mine. 

My parents and my sister did not fully understand my work as a surrogate. They didn't understand how, having a partner and being so happy, I could be carrying other people's babies. But I wanted to do our family a favor. And, well, not only that, Isaac and I enjoyed sex more than ever when I was pregnant. It was a win-win.

The idea of becoming parents again was always on our minds. With our children we discovered that we adore children. So after the third surrogate pregnancy we decided to stop for good and focus on ourselves. We had no shortage of requests to repeat the process, but there was no turning back, the decision was firm.

The first step in this new stage was to get married. We got engaged in the spring and the wedding was at the end of the summer. The ceremony was full of children, many of them carried my genes or grew in my belly. It was kind of like a family reunion.

Isaac wore a tight white suit that fit him like a glove. Since we met he has become even more handsome. In my case I wore blue, but my body is the proof of so many pregnancies. My hips, narrow when I played soccer, scream to the world that I have given birth to eleven babies. My chest, though it has decreased, is still much larger than it once was. And the belly is there. I tried to lose weight between pregnancies, but it was getting harder and harder. I'm lucky that Isaac, for some reason I don't quite understand, is extremely attracted to big bellies.

We tied the knot and went on our honeymoon to an island paradise. In the evenings we would escape to the beach to fuck between the sea waves and the sand under the moonlight. According to a local legend, the couple that came together between the moon and the sea would be graced with the greatest of gifts. 

When we returned home I was able to verify that the legend was completely true. In a routine check-up they found that I was pregnant. So many pregnancies later I no longer had morning sickness, so if it hadn't been for this test I wouldn't have found out I was going to be a dad again until a few months later. 

By the time I was three months along, I had a big, firm belly. I knew this meant I was expecting a lot of babies, but it wasn't until I was retested that we found out there were six children. We had them repeat the test, so that what happened last time wouldn't happen, and the second time the result was the same, six more children.

Happiness flooded our house. We enjoyed pregnancies so much for our friends in bed, but this was very different, these were our children. It was the best way to start our marriage, expanding this precious family we have formed.

Isaac is the man of my life, of that I have no doubt. He made me accept my true sexual orientation, and he made me discover that I could be a surrogate father. He has supported me in all my projects and loved me unconditionally. He has given me five beautiful children, which in a few months will be eleven. Can I ask for more? I am living in a dream from which I don't want to wake up.

The End… or not?

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your birthday hcs are so correct. anyways pls share your reasoning

Hey anon!! Thank you!! So, here's my reasoning:

Sophie: September 6th. Age in school gets weird when you're born just before the deadline for schools (between September and December of the current year) Even from a young age she was great at school, and so her birthday should be around the time school starts. Also, it makes some pretty good angst when she feels inadequate in Elven schooling (reassurance from Fitz pre-Sophitz/ Platonic! Sophitz)

Fitz: January 17th!! I feel like Fitz is a winter guy, and he gives me January vibes more than December or February. And the 17th is because of the Taylor Swift song I'd Lie because that song is perfect for Sophitz.

Biana: April 14th. Biana has soft springy vibes, but April also can have torrential downpour or snowy blizzards. Its a beautiful month, but it can be dangerous as well. I originally had her pegged for Valentines Day birthday, but she doesn't have February vibes in my opinion. It kinda sucks that it's not for February 14th though because I had a very specific headcannon that Sophie mentions Biana's birthday is Valentine's day and explains what it is and then Biana gloats about it.

Dex: October 30th. He's a fall boy, he has the complexion and hair and he would love going trick or treating with the gang and the triplets. Born close to Spooky Season, just on the edge of when it starts getting chilly.

Keefe: December 26th. He's cannonically 11 months younger than Fitz, so December works. Plus, Keefe gives me those December-y vibes. It just feels right.

Amy: December 23rd. I forgot Amy was younger than Sophie at first but then I decided "Screw it, I'm not following cannon to begin with, what's one more thing?" and I figured Amy being 3 days older than Keefe would be funny and then they're inseparable once they meet because they adore the other one and they have sibling energy fight me.

Maruca: March 12th. Just has them March vibes. Green, clovers, grass, sun, all very Maruca.

Stina: January 29th. I wanted her to be older than Biana and she also gives me late January/early February vibes but I was more sold on January.

Jensi: May 24th. Marlee's precious cinnamon roll sits in a field full of flowers smelling them all and petting bumblebees fIgHt Me.

Wylie: August 16th. He's got beachy vibes. Harsh sun, cool waves, brightness and sharpness.

Tam and Linh: July 18th. Very hot, night gets dark, bonfires are cool (they totally don't remind Linh of Marella, no, not at all that's ridiculous)

Marella: April 5th. I just have a vision of Marella walking in the room during Nightfall in a badass outfit and saying "April showers bring May flowers, bitches," and blowing a finger gun at Linh. (If I have a crush on any of the KotLC characters, it's Fitz, Della, and Marella)

Rayni: November 15th. From fannon, she gives me vibes of chilly air, not so much leaves changing colors anymore, they're already all on the ground, and the tree is hibernating for the long winter ahead. Harsh cold stiffled by hot chocolate and apple cider and blankets shared by friends. A little glimmer (Glimmer? Get it?) of light and warmth and love, reminiscent of little mice in their burrows. Shades of brown and tan.

Rex, Lex, and Bex: June 2nd. My chaotic little monsters. Love the water, and they love causing trouble. June is the end of the school year and it's when they get to go back to terrorizing their parents 24/7.

Honestly, I didn't have all the dates planned out except that Fitz I knew I wanted to be January 17th for reasons mentioned above and that each of the characters gave me a vibe that fit with a certain month and whether they were born early, late, or in the middle of the month their vibes fit. O didn't want to the dates to be super similar so I just picked random dates and adjusted them so they weren't all born on the 11th of their months because that's weird and is super unlikely.

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Desperation's Summit - Part 6 (Rakash x Cordelia)

What happens when a rich human woman gets kidnapped by a troll in the mountains? The troll claims it was an accident, but is that really true?

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It took Cordelia and Rakash a little longer to return home than Rakash would have liked. However, leaving all that food - unused - in a defunct caravan didn’t sit right with him. Especially as large snowflakes began lazily falling from the sky. He glared up at the grey sky, eyes narrowing as he tried to get a feel for the weather to come. While the fat flakes were lazy and soft, at the moment, Rakash feared the mountain would be swept into a frozen gale soon enough.

Thankfully, the cold silenced Cordelia’s chatter. She bundled tight in the warm clothes, borrowed from his late wife, and kept her head down against the increasing wind. Every so often, he could hear her grumble about the snow or the cold. Every time, he’d feel a bit of relief. The woman wouldn’t want to stay beyond what she felt was acceptable, he figured.

When the two returned to Rakash’s home, the troll tilted his head toward the door. His ear twitched and he raised a finger to his lips for quiet. Cordelia raised her eyebrows, but simply assumed he didn’t want to rouse his children. Carefully, Rakash used one arm to balance the trunk on his shoulder while his other hand slowly reached for the door. Steadily, he shoved the door a crack open, allowing the two of them to hear inside.

Surprisingly, nothing seemed amiss despite the chatter inside. The triplets were sitting up in their cribs, babbling away with each other. Though the subject of conversation was interesting.

Zalmir stood in their crib, half hanging over the edge with their feet dangling above their mattress. “Bet Pa et hooman.” 

“No, no, no, Pa no et hooman.” Ebra still sat in their bed, little chubby legs crossed. An uncertain look scrunched across their face as they added, “I tink.” 

Before Kazri - who laid on their belly on their mattress, watching the other two - could weigh in, Rakash fully pushed the door open, hauling the crate with him. 

“I did not eat the human,” Rakash announced as he dropped the trunk on the floor. As he moved further into the home, the familiar and comfortable set of burning wood and stone eased his nerves. Dealing with that woman had him on edge. 

The sound of scuffling came from the cribs as all three trollings scrambled to their feet, peering over the rails. From the looks on their faces, Cordelia wondered if they thought the trunk their father hauled had her in it. But relief - and perhaps macabre disappointment - flickered over their faces as she followed after Rakash. 

She tried to ignore the musty scent that hit her in the cabin. It likely came from the far end, which opened into the mountain. Though she still had to admit it was a daring and intelligent design, part of her wondered how much damp came from that end. 

As Rakash straightened, bracing his hands on his lower back and arching back far enough for it to pop, Rakash casually added, “Something that spoiled is no good for digestion.”

“They thought you ate me?” Drawn from her introspection of the home, she jerked to the conversation in progress. Her nose wrinkled at the realization, having thought they were just babbling in some little kid language when she and Rakash entered. She shook her head as she removed the borrowed boots and coat and gloves.

Following a similar undressing of outerwear, Rakash snorted as Cordelia slid by him to get to her precious luggage. “No comment about being called spoiled.” 

“I prefer indulged. But you use whatever rude terminology you wish,” she retorted to him, waving him off with one hand as her other put her combination into the lock. The trunk lid bounced open with a pop. From the corner of her eye, she noticed how the three trollings watched with hungry interest. 

Well, at least she was self-aware, Rakash thought as his lips pressed into a thin line. Though, he couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed with her dismissal. Not that he could understand why. If she didn’t rise to his opinion of her, all the better, right? Meant he could freely speak.

Ignoring the strange thoughts rearing up in his head, Rakash busied himself by taking the trollings from their cribs. They lingered behind Rakash’s legs, attention flicking from Cordelia to their own father, until he finally crouched down to their level. 

“Kids, Cordelia will be staying with us for the time being. Show her… kindness.” Rakash stumbled over saying ‘respect’ as he cast a look up at Cordelia. She rolled her eyes in return, obviously aware he had substituted a word.

Three pairs of eyes turned to her, an array of interest and excitement crossing three toddlers’ faces. She could only imagine anything new was welcome in their world. But, under their attention, she wasn’t exactly sure what to do next. Their father had introduced her, so now what?

With eyes still on the human, Zalmir was the first to speak. Albeit in a butchered way. “Cordewl’we’a?”

Even Rakash cringed, watching as an almost scandalized expression crossed the woman’s face. If Cordelia had been wearing pearls, he was sure she’d be clutching them.

“Goodness, your enunciation is absolutely wretched.” Cordelia pressed a hand to her chest, as if her own distraught at a child’s lack of elegance made her heart pound. She turned an accusatory gaze on Rakash, her eyebrows ticking upward. “I suppose you barely talk to them.” 

Rising from his crouch, not wanting the woman to stand over him with such haughty words on her lips, Rakash planted his hands on his hips and glared down at her. “They’re children. They have a hard time saying difficult words.”

He hoped she picked up on his emphasis and the implication. 

Cordelia did understand his insinuation. Though she covered her amusement by turning to the three children. She didn’t even bend over to address them. Simply stared down at them with an imperious look, though her tone was oddly soft in a grudging way, “Until you can say Cor-del-ee-ah, I suppose a shortened version will be fine.”

Unaware of the offense they caused, the three trollings looked to each other. It seemed wordless conversations were being had between them until Ebra looked up and offered, “Cor?” 

“Oh, no,” Cordelia waved the suggestion away, her nose wrinkling with distaste. “Reminds me too much of apple core and apple cores are garbage.”

At that, Rakash had to stifle another scoff. Luckily, he had wandered far enough away that the half-choked snicker hadn’t been caught by Cordelia.

“Lia?” Zalmir said, throwing both hands into the air. 

“Absolutely not. My sister has a horse named that,” Cordelia groaned, her expression creasing with detestation. She was beginning to think this was a lost cause. Cordewl’we’a was her life now.

In the silence while their siblings pondered other names, Kazri spoke up in a quiet tone, having to speak around the thumb in their own mouth, “Delwi.” 

“Delwi?” Cordelia raised her eyebrows, over-emphasizing the mispronunciation pointedly.

Kazri didn’t notice or care. They simply nodded, a serious look on their face as they slightly moved their thumb from their mouth. “Delwi.” 

The other two tested out the name and soon a chorus of “Delwi, Delwi, Delwi” had blossomed up from the triplets. 

Cordelia watched the three devolve into giggling fits on the floor, rolling across the pelts that acted as a carpet. She knew a moot argument when she saw it. At least Kazri had said Delwi without their thumb in their mouth, to affirm it was Delwi and not Deli. Besides, the name would only be temporary. Either the sprats learned to say her name before she left or they didn’t. Either way, she wasn’t forced to live iwth it forever. 

With an overwrought sigh, Cordelia shrugged, “I suppose I can’t expect much better.”

“What in dere?” Ebra sat up from their spot on the ground, immediately pointing to the mysterious trunk their father had brought in. A trunk that the triplets may or may not have assumed Cordelia’s dead body had potentially been in.

“My things,” she answered, a wry curve to her smile. Cordelia knew that answer wouldn’t be enough to feed their curiosity. Though she had no clue how to handle children, she did so enjoy attention.

Zalmir was the one to follow up, also pushing themselves into a sitting position. “Like what?”

“Nothing much. Clothes, make-up, souvenirs, books.” Cordelia stood straight she listed off the items, watching intrigue flare up in their eyes. Oh yes, these three were hurting for mental stimulation. She could almost smell it on them. “Which reminds me…” 

Rakash watched his children as they watched Cordelia get to her feet, trotting back to her trunk. Leaning into it and rifling through the container, the troll father looked away, not enjoying how his own eye wandered over her rear. Her offer echoed in his memories, taunting him.

“Here it is,” Cordelia exclaimed as she straightened up from her stoop. She shut the trunk, the lid hitting with a thump and the lock magically resetting itself, and turned to the triplets. She held a white book out to them, but they stared blankly at the tome, before looking to her for answers.

“This is an Every Book. A magically imbued book that can basically become any book, regardless of language or availability.” Used to uncomprehending looks and unawareness, Cordelia fell into her spiel for the book, holding it up and flipping through the pages. Each was blank for now. “Cost me a fortune to buy one.” 

At that, Rakash viciously snorted. Of course, she was showing off already. To toddlers, no less!

”What’s a boo-ook?” Kazri asked, as they got to their feet to get a closer look at the object Cordelia held. 

“You don’t have books?” His child’s question made Cordelia’s eyebrows raise and, vaguely, she glanced to Rakash from the corner of her eye. Her minute look made Rakash tense.  

The triplets answered in unison, “Uh-uh.” 

“A book is… well…” Cordelia’s sentence trailed off a little, trying to organize her thoughts, “A book is a bunch of papers placed between covers.” 

She illustrated the concept sandwiching her book between her hands, then - once more - opened the book to show the papers. “The pages could have art or words and it can be about real things or fake things or be instructions on how to do or make something. Or a number of other things.”

“Like stowies?” Ebra asked, their eyes lighting up as they bounced to their feet. 

At that, Cordelia turned to Rakash, her eyebrows raising once more and that curious-accusatory expression in her eyes. “They know about stories, but not books?” 

“I tell them stories by mouth.” Rakash glared at Cordelia from the spot in the kitchen he had retreated to. He needed distance before that woman started hurling insults at him. Crossing his arms tighter over his chest and leaning his hip against the table, he added with a mutter,  “Karina had books, but…” 

The way Cordelia’s eyes narrowed on him had something hot razing down his spine. For once, Rakash wanted nothing more than for the woman to titter haughtily, say something rude, and look away. But she didn’t. She did the exact opposite. She looked closer and examined him. Like he was a bug.

A sudden realization flashed through her gaze, making Rakash flinch. “You can’t read Common, can you?” 

A different sort of heat clawed across his cheeks. He just barely kept the growl out of his voice. “Don’t sound so delighted.”

Cordelia didn’t deign his snarl with any notice. Instead, she just closed the distance between herself and Rakash, holding out her hands as if he could instantly materialize what she wanted. “Where are the books?”

Suspicion threaded along his shoulders as he looked from her outstretched palms to her face. “Why do you want to know?” 

“I have an idea!” Cordelia almost chirped with excitement. In fact, this idea of hers was something she had been wanting to try. Alas, she hadn’t the chance. Well, until now. Not one to bedterred, her eyes hooded with a sly smile. “Besides, even if my idea fails, I’m sure your late wife would appreciate me reading the stories she chose for them.”

For a beat, Rakash stared at her. A frown carved in his features as he weighed the options. Of course, his wife would love the triplets to read the books. But he didn’t like the fact Cordelia had tried to utilize his memory of Karina to manipulate him. To what end, he couldn’t possibly imagine. Especially since she had some experimental idea she wanted to toy with.

In the end, the memory of Karina won out, though.

Grudgingly, Rakash went to retrieve the little cache his late wife had stored away for the children. He hadn’t touched them since her death. There was no point. He couldn’t read them to the children and the triplets couldn’t read, at all. Which he assumed was fine. They were still young and he had time to teach them. Of course, he had planned to teach them Trollish, not Common.

Cordelia had some innate, infuriating, ability to make his own paternal insecurities rise. She wasn’t even a mother, for fuck’s sakes. Out of the two of them, he was more experienced in this area!

When he returned to the living area, a small stack of books in his hand, he almost didn’t relinquish them to her. He briefly considered holding them tight. After all, he was the father! He was the one who knew his children best and knew what was best for them! 

Noticing his return, Cordelia jumped up from her spot on the floor with the trollings. 

“Ah, I recognize some of these titles!” A smile flashed over her lips as she reached for them with one hand, holding her Every Book in the other. With her delighted gaze on the books, Rakash couldn’t bring himself to fight. Something in him twinged as the books left his grasp, memories of Karina flickering in his head.

If Cordelia noticed the sudden chill around Rakash, she didn’t make any indication. She turned away from him, flipping through the books. They were the usual childhood classics, she came to find. With some novel choices thrown in. Choosing one that she remembered being rather simple, Cordelia placed the stack of books on the kitchen table and held her Every Book in two hands.

While it had a highly complicated and heavily-priced enchantment, the Every Book was marvelously easy to use. Just hold it in both hands, close your eyes, and think of the book you wanted. Whether it was by title, author, a half-remembered description, or just something entirely new. The Every Book would give you what you wanted. Or an approximation, if you weren’t sure yourself.

The air around the book shifted. Cordelia could feel the magic thrum through the pages, making her skin prickle. She thought she could smell fresh ink and a change in the book’s very texture, but that may have been her imagination. After half-a-breath, the surge dissipated. Opening her eyes, and with her back still to Rakash and his children, she flipped through the book. 

The story was exactly as she remembered it. Well, except for one difference. Proud of herself, and expecting to see a delicious look of surprise and admiration on Rakash’s face, she held the book to her chest and turned to him. 

Automatically, he tensed. The pleased expression, mixed with a hint of mischief, had taken home on Cordelia’s features. She was up to something. He couldn’t have guessed what, though, as she held her book out to him. 

He reached for it, though his attention didn’t leave her face until the weight of the book was soldily in his hands. 

“Go ahead, look in the pages.” Cordelia nodded to the book, that disconcerting grin on her lips. She rocked back on her heels, like a child waiting for a friend to trigger a prank. Behind her, the little trollings had followed with eager gazes following the book. 

He knew showing them their father was put-off by a book wouldn’t do.

Unable to come up with an excuse not to, Rakash looked down at the book. Flipping the pages through his fingers as he’d seen Cordelia do, he stopped on a random page. At once, comprehension dawned, his eyes flickering over the words. “It’s in Trollish.”

“Like I said, it’s an Every Book!” Cordelia popped up at his elbow, peering at the text with a mix of discernment and concern. His attention trailed to her, where she stood so close to him. Her own focus was purely on the book, though. “Is it the correct dialect? I told the book mountain Trollish, but I do not know if there is a more precise name that-” 

“It’s fine,” Rakash said, snapping the book shut in one hand. He ignored Cordelia as she shot him a surprised look. He couldn’t stand to look into her wide eyes, at the moment.

“Now you can read to them and they can follow along in Common,” she explained, feeling the heat of something like failure creeping up her face. A sullen sensation swelled in her chest as he walked away from her. Maybe he just didn’t understand how this benefited his family and himself. “And vice-versa, so they can read Trollish and you can learn to read Common.” 

Rakash grunted, placing Cordelia’s Every Book by the stack of Karina’s regular ones. He was feeling too warm and cooped up, even though he hadn’t been home very long. The knowledge his kids were watching him intently didn’t help.

“I’m going to go chop some firewood.” He gathered his boots, sitting on a nearby chair to shove his feet in and do up the laces. 

Cordelia’s lips puckered, the heat of rejection morphing into agitation. At her sides, her hands balled into fists. “You could say thank you.” 

“I could,” he admitted as he stood, his back to Cordelia as he belted his coat. “But I’m not going to.” 

“You’re so ungrateful.” Cordelia crossed her arms, seething anger. She had been attempting to be nice and help his obviously less-than-desirable position. Of anyone in this room, Rakash should know how hard it was to be illiterate in Common! And here she was, providing an ingenious answer with the usage of her own magical implements! 

“Funny, I could say the same for you, Little Miss There Were No Bandits.” Rakash volleyed back the insult, his words becoming hisses near the end. If she hadn’t insisted on staying with his family, if she hadn’t just stayed in the caravan and figured her own way back, she wouldn’t be there. She wouldn’t have to suffer living in his hovel or helping him learn Common or whatever number of issues she was tallying up in her head. 

It was her fault she was here. Not his.

He remembered his children were once again watching. Very intently. Slowly, he glanced to Ebra and Zalmir and Kazri. Their entertained expressions made the embarrassment claw hotter at Rakash’s face. 

Without another backward glance to Cordelia, he headed for the door, calling over his shoulder, “Make sure they eat.” 

Then, thankfully, the cold of the outdoors swallowed him up.

Cordelia glared after Rakash, watching him lumber out of the door after once more dressing himself for the snow. Outside, the sun glared down on snowy landscapes. The reflected light flashed into the cabin, before Rakash once more closed the door behind him.

She was a bit disappointed in herself. There was really no reason to feel so upset over his lack of acknowledgement. Even if he wasn’t thankful for her problem-solving, it wasn’t like she could just stop helping. His kids would be the ones suffering. Well, and herself. 

Her attention fell on the kitchen. Or what passed as a kitchen. Idly, she wandered over to the table and opened the sack set on the table. Sweet and tangy scents ghosted through her senses as she took out apples, oranges, and a whole array of other fruits..

She hazarded a glance to the triplets, who had taken the books - including the Every Book - from the table. They flipped through the pages with interest. As they babbled about the pictures, Cordelia wondered if they were ready for solid food. That was supposed to be a milestone, wasn’t it? It took time for little ones to grow the teeth and the muscle strength, or something? 

Of course, knowing Rakash as she did, which was albeit very little, Cordelia was willing to bet he was clinging a little too hard to milk. He was such a stodgy, stuck-in-the-mud, unchanging git. 

Another tool caught Cordelia’s attention as she wondered how to feed the kids: a pestle and mortar. Looking at the fruit again, a slow smile curled at her lips. It wouldn’t do if the food went bad before it could be used.

Clapping her hands together, she turned her bright - if mischievous - smile onto the children. “Well, who wants to try some fruit sauces?” 

At once, Ebra and Kazri and Zalmir looked up to Cordelia. Their expressions morphing from curiosity to a similar giddy smile, mirroring the human’s own. Forgetting all about the books, now discarded on the floor, the three scrambled to the kitchen. Their attention immediately was drawn to the brightly colored foods on the table, a million questions being lobbed at her. Though a small part of her felt bad for what she was about to do, another part of her stood firm. If Rakash didn’t appreciate her analytical solutions, he should have been more specific in his instructions. So, really, this was his fault, in the end.

#monster lover #monster romance #monster fucker #exophilia #exo writing #troll #troll x human #monster x human #fantasy romance #troll daddy #lol #Cordelia is a brat who wants to be acknowledged and appreciated #whether she deserves that or not idk #we'll get more into her issues later #Rakash is also sensitive to where he feels he's lacking #esp as a father #which just leads to Cordelia wheedling him #perceptive Cordelia is a Cordelia Rakash does not want to deal with #ds #desperation's stummit

[quetzalpapalotl]

Woooaaaah, okay. I just finished so assorted, unorganized Earthspark thoughts under the cut. Part 1

The things regarding the existence of the triplets that made me uncomfortable were not adressed, as expected. Still it's been long enought that I could make peace with it and was able to watch the show without wanting to throw up.

They could have done a better job of balancing the cast now that it's so crowded BUT making Twitch a big sister paired wonderfully with picking up the epiphany she had on episode 10. She's was wondeful on this batch. Love the contrast with ep 3 where she doesn't really care about Bee's training to ep 14 where she's like "we have to do drills people!!!!"

Truly the triplets are great. The problem is that this all highlights how much I don't actually care about Mo and Robby?? Like ofc the Cybertronians are gonna seem far more interesting, but also they throw me off. They kinda get the worst dialogue and then there's this thing with Mo where it feels like she acts too mature for her age some times and other too generic cute kid (at least I'm back at the English dub, because in Spanish this is worse) and it both feels pretty fake and breaks my immersion and reminds me this is not an appropiate situation for her.

Also so many moments that are too corny for me.

But I mean, this is a show for 8 year olds, Barbi, what do you expect?? (I do think Robby and Mo could have better dialogue, but otherwise it's the genre and audience. I can't complain at the steak house's poor seafood selection).

Hashtag is super fun and also her powers are extremely OP dasfdhgkjash what, how does that work? Why can she control so many things? I love the satellite ponytail. I need a IDW1-esque Thundercraker to show up and be her Cybertronian mentor.

Hashtag simping over Elita, like, same.

OMG Jawbreaker is precious!!! I think it's wonderful to have him voluntarily wait on choosing an alt mode, goes against what one would expect and showcases the diversity of the Cybertronian experience. Really, I love how all the terrans have very different relationships with how they choose their alt.

Speaking of NIGHTSHADE!!! TARANTULAS OMG OMG OMG OMG

Ok, so he isn't Mandroid, he doesn't get an ex BUT HE GETS A CHILD. This is even better, honestly. Everything about him is perfect. He's very unlike BW Tarantulas, but he is similar to IDW1 Tarantulas who was like BW. It's like a scale with IDW1 in the middle

Obsessed with the subtext of and older queer person bonding with a young queer, with the background of Nightshade having been raised in a different context with a supportive family. It's lovely. Tarantulas inmediately adopting Nighshade, but he's so lonely and doesn't know how to do relationships quite right. I love heeeee!!!!

I know what Roche meant about his mush now. Loved seeing that thing move.

Sadly I don't think he's gonna be eating people, he too hinged u.u But oh well, I liked this toned down version, especially because we needed more good Cons that just want to live. Really, he bothered trying to erase the Malto's memories when he could have just killed them.

Instead of a hologram, he should do like IDW1 and perfect furry technology. I believe in you.

Anyway, Nightshade is great duasfgda they taking their alt mode from a book series is like when peorple choose to have their blorbo's name. God, they're such a dramatic nerd I loooooove them.

The texture in that book was so good I could smell it

What was episode 14???? I was thinking that maybe it would fuel a new Bee/Breakdown ship but oh my god???? I was not expecting this to be so romantic, like what the fuck. They upped the cinematography to showcase that Bee and Breakdown are in love. They've always been in love. They had the interfaction romance of a lifetime, megop who?

Really, it was the best episode. Except for the fact that Taratulas exists. But the ending??? Omg.

WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT IS GHOST DOING

everything with that bear was so creepy, my eyes were glued omg

The GHOST lady reminds me of Dr. Emilia from Kipo

This is getting too long, I'm gonna do a part 2

#earthspark spoilers #quetzal rambles tf

[gamerbearmira]

Can I get a reaction on the madrigal family (mostly the adults because the other grandchildren are cool with it) when mirabel became a butterfly on her gift ceremony when she showed her family that she has triplets of her own just like in housebroken au I feel like my stomach is gonna explode laughing

I did the reactions to triplets in a previous post, so I assume I mean them as separate reactions??? Anyway.

Agustín was the first to see it and. He almost had a heart attack. But as soon he got over it, he’s was a little worried, but still thought Mirabel as adorable as always. Julieta expected it, and was sad, but as long as Mirabel was happy, she didn’t care. She was worried about it being too early, but she eventually got over it. Pepa was the same, she was sad, but as long as Mirabel was happy, she didn’t really care. Fèlix was just excited. He thought all of the kids look so cute, and Mirabel was no exception. He also thought it was pretty cool that she had 4 arms. NOW ALMA. She was livid. First her precious Isabela, then the other 3, and then she saw Mirabel. She thought that it was her fault, and automatically rejected her. After all her door disappeared, the candle flickered, so this must her fault. She affected the rest of the family…right?

#encanto #encanto au #au #my asks are open #my asks #encanto mirabel #housebroken au #housebroken

[crissiebaby]

The Padded Palace Act III: Chapter 3

DISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, crossdressing, inappropriate language, humiliation, masturbation/diaper sex, and other ABDL themes. Be sure to check out the link in the description if you need to start all the way back from the first chapter in Act I! I hope you enjoy!

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*CLUNK!*

A flock of birds chirped as they flew across the crisp morning air as Connor loaded up the last of Latasha and Skye’s luggage and slammed the trunk door shut. “Okay, you should be all set to go. Do you wanna run over your checklist again?” he said, pretending to be wide awake despite the fact that his eyes kept drooping every few seconds.

“Going through the list a fourth time would definitely be overdoing it,” said Latasha, chuckling at her own excessive thoroughness. She pulled Connor in for a hug, brushing the back of his hair and she held him tightly in her arms, “Oh wow, this’ll be the longest I’ve been gone for the Palace in a couple of years now. Feels almost bizarre.”

Leaning his head against Latasha’s chest, Connor enjoyed the last moments of bliss with his secret Mommy, especially since he was going to be left alone hosting a slumber party for the triplets of terror. “Don’t worry, everything will be fine back here, so go enjoy your diaper convention with Skye.”

“Okay, but you promise me you’ll call if anything goes wrong,” said Latasha sternly, breaking from her hug momentarily to get a nod of understanding from Connor, “Ugh! I’m already missing you.” She yanked Connor back into her arms without warning, smothering his face in between her boobs as she hugged his head.

Unfortunately, not all were as happy as Latasha was on an extra early Friday morning. Exiting the house with her My Little Pony backpack strapped to her back and a fresh diaper taped on under her multi-colored, pleated skirt, Skye scowled at the affectionate display that Connor and Latasha were putting on, having no energy for a poker face. Without acknowledging either her Mommy or her caregiver, she waddled around to the passenger side of the van and climbed into the backseat where her car seat was waiting.

“Uh oh, I think Skye’s a little grumpy this morning,” said Latasha, finally allowing air to re-enter Connor’s lungs as she spotted her precious angel’s pouty face in the corner of her eye, “Why don’t you go say bye to her. I might cheer her up a little.”

Scoffing lightheartedly at how diligent Latasha was, Connor responded, “You’re never not in Mommy mode, are you?”

“Oh, I have my moments. I’ve just got eyes like a hawk. Nothing, especially a crabby Little, can get past my perfect peripherals,” said Latasha, holding her hands up next to her eyes to mime a pair of side-view mirrors, “Now scoot, I need to grab my purse from the house anyhow.” She swatted the back of Connor’s pull-up, shooing him off in Skye’s direction before running back into the house.

Sighing, Connor slowly rounded the van, trying to wake himself up enough to put on a sunny face for Skye. Much like the angsty girl in question, he too was far from a morning person. Ironically, he was a tad jealous that Skye would get to go back to sleep once the car got moving. Meanwhile, he had to stay up and prep the nursery for the day without Latasha, which would be followed up by a full day of work and a sleepover to boot. Sliding open the van’s backseat door, he put on the best warm expression he could muster. “What? No hug goodbye?” he said, holding his arms wide.

With her head back and her eyes shut, Skye scrunched up her face and groaned. She didn’t want to open her eyelids, much less climb back out of the car, evident by the fact that she had already kicked her shoes off. However, the prospect of a hug from Connor was too good to pass up, no matter how tired still was. Hopping out of her car seat, she leaned out of the car and wrapped her arms around Connor’s torso without saying a word.

“Aww, such a sleepy girl,” said Connor, placing one arm around Skye to support her body while using the other to pet her hair, “You got Lyle with you, right?”

Nodding her head while still nuzzled up against his chest, Skye responded, “Uh huh! He’s ridin shodgum.” Breaking from the hug, she pointed to the front seat, where Lyle was sitting slumped over.

“Ooh, good call. Latasha’s gonna need a navigator,” said Connor, earning a playful giggle from Skye for his efforts. He helped Skye back into her seat and buckled her in before planting a kiss on her forehead, “Have a safe trip and make sure to keep Mommy safe, okay?” He offered his pinky to Skye.

Now wide awake thanks to the shot of energy Connor’s hug gave her, Skye nodded her head again, this time much more enthusiastically. “I will, I pwomise!” she said, locking pinkies with Connor.

Glancing over at the crumpled lion plushy, Connor shook his head as he stepped away from Skye to open the passenger door. As he did so, he made an exaggerated gasp. “Lyle! You’re not planning to ride in the front without a seatbelt on, are you?” he said, leaning inside the car and clipping on the stuffed lion’s seatbelt while Skye squealed and giggled gleefully in the back, “There. Safety first, Lyle.” He patted Lyle on the head as he shifted the plushies snoot over the waist belt. 

“Aww, isn’t this precious?” cooed Latasha, walking up behind Connor as he was fiddling with the strapped-in stuffy, “You giving me a front-seat buddy for the long trip? How sweet.” She placed her hand against Connor’s padded tushy, silently reinforcing his role in their relationship without tipping off Skye. 

Connor’s face turned as red as a fire engine as he remained crouched over the passenger seat. He cupped his mouth with his hand, keeping himself from making an embarrassing noise that Skye might overhear. He wanted to tell her that he was doing it for Skye but he knew he was far too flustered to address her casually.

Thankfully, Connor’s salvation came when Skye spoke up to ensure credit was properly given. “I puts Lyle dere! He’s gonsa be da shodgum! Connow was jus puddin on his seatbewt,” she said, wiggling in her seat and puffing her chest out proudly as she awaited praise for her excellent decision making.

“Why, thank you, baby girl. I need someone to pick the tunes, after all,” said Latasha, shifting from Dommy to Mommy in the blink of an eye as she moved to the backseat to pepper Skye’s face with kisses, “Happy to see you’re in a better mood now. Ready to go have fun at CrissCon?”

Skye was practically bouncing out of her car seat to let Latasha know how excited she was. As anxious as she was to be gone from Connor and her home for the next few days, she was also elated to be going to her first convention in over two years.

Shutting both passenger side doors, Latasha clapped her hands together, fighting off the morning coffee jitters as she smiled at her dutiful employee. “Well done with Skye. It usually takes a long nap and some candy bartering to cheer her up on a super early day,” she said, patting Connor on the back, “You’ve really come into your own as a caregiver. Well, for the most part anyhow. I’ve definitely seen you have your anxious moments.”

Not wanting to admit that the vast majority of his nervousness at work was because Stacy was constantly reminding him of both his padding and the blackmail she had on him, he forced out a chuckle as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, sorry about that. I…probably just need to stop second-guessing myself is all,” he said, coming up with a generic excuse.

“That’s the spirit. Ooh! Let me give you the key,” said Latasha, reaching into her pocket and pulling out her ring of keys. She twisted the pink house key off the metal coil delicately, “Keep ‘er safe. She’s yours for the next three days and I expect to find her as I left her.” Her fingers clung to the key for a half-second too long as she passed it off to Connor. It was the first time she’d ever entrusted her house to someone else and her apprehension was obvious.

Doing his best to be reassuring, Connor responded, “You worry too much. Everything will be fine. You hired me so you’d be able to do stuff like this, didn’t you?”

“One, if you ever pay for your own mortgage someday, you’ll understand. And two, yes, weekends like this are exactly why I hired you,” said Latasha, stepping toward Connor and bringing him in for a big bear, “Thank you, by the way. I’m glad I have someone I can trust.”

“Me too,” said Connor, maneuvering his arms around Latasha’s waist while tightly held within hers. The way her arms forced him into such a low position made him feel unbelievably small in the best of ways. Leaning into her chest, he felt a rush of energy not too dissimilar to how Skye felt in his arms, almost as if her embrace gave him all the strength he needed to power through this weekend on his own. His face was practically glowing as the pair broke from their hug, setting both of them on the path toward a very unforgettable weekend, “Love you, Mommy. Have a safe trip.”

Ruffling his near-shoulder-length hair, Latasha replied, “I love you too, Connie.” It had been an interesting two months, for sure, but nothing filled her with more heartwarming bliss than hearing Connor call her Mommy so casually. That was their normal relationship now and she couldn’t have been happier. She pressed her face to his tangled hair, nuzzling against his soft curls. “Your hair is getting so long and fluffy. Bet that makes Baby Connie feel all fuzzy inside.”

The blush on Connor’s cheeks was amplified to new heights. He couldn’t deny that he loved the way longer hair softened up his facial features and tickled the back of his neck. As per usual, Latasha always had a way of locating and striking at his most vulnerable weaknesses.

*HOOOOOOONK!*

Connor and Latasha both jumped as the car’s horn brought an abrupt end to their hug. Leaning over the center console with her seatbelt unclipped at her side, Skye was mercilessly slamming her palm into the steering wheel as her way of asserting her disapproval of their lengthy embrace. 

Unfortunately, that wasn’t the way Latasha saw it. “Welp, I think I’ve kept Skye waiting for long enough,” she said, snickering at what she perceived as nothing more than a Little’s impatience.

“Better get a move on before she wakes up the whole neighborhood,” said Connor, giggling alongside Latasha. The two shared one last brief hug before dashing to the driver's seat to put an end to Skye’s ruckus.

Watching his Mommy wave goodbye as she and Skye drove into the distance, Connor felt a twinge of sadness in his chest. He hadn’t been alone in quite some time and the energy of the house always cranked up to eleven with so many Littles running around. So, as he stepped back inside the house to find a completely quiet house, his heart ached a tad. At least he knew it wouldn’t be long before the halls of the Palace were filled with the obnoxious voices of Ellie, Riri, and Stacy. Placing a pair of earbuds in and turning on some music, he got to work setting up for the girls to arrive, doing his best to distract himself from the quiet.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

Hello! I'm glad you liked my request for demons! Gregory, Cheslock, Joanne, and Edgar with a human s/o! I also happened to have requested Snake, Cheslock, Gregory, Joanne, and Charles Gray with a s/o who has snakes (at first I thought it didn't went through when you opened the ask box for requests before the demon one I sent in, but I'm so glad it did because your writing was as good as always ahh 😭)! If it's alright, could I request Snake, Joanne, Bravat, Hannah, and the triplets with a demon! s/o this time? More specifically, one that has the attributes of a snow leopard because they are so pretty and I find their habit of biting their tail to be adorable (there are pictures online if you're interested)! If not, then that is completely fine 😊 and to make things easier for you, I shall use these 💙🌹 to let you know it's me since you may see me a lot haha!

aaaaaaa thank you so much for those requests, I loved them both so much!!

definitely please never stop sending things in~

I did my best!! <3

Well, well, now… what an interesting person he has on his arm. Supernatural creatures in general are exciting to him, to the point that he would probably seek out a nonhuman S/O over a fellow human. And (Name)? Why, they’re a precious little thing! How is he supposed to resist someone like that? Even after he’s been with them for a while, he’s still fawning over them. Quietly, of course. Despite that most things about their human form are perfect, they do have small spots all over… they’re faint, but enough for him to be able to trace if he ever feels the urge to do so in public. And, given that they only have their tail out in private, seeing them bite it — that makes him feel like there’s a side of him that only he gets to see. He teases them to no end about it by whispering in their ear while the two of them are around others.

Oh, no, what a sweetheart. She has quite the adorable partner, doesn’t she? Honestly, she never thought that she would end up having another demon as her S/O. She’s always preferred the company of humans; other demons tend to be cruel and selfish. (Though, so can some humans.) One thing she’s thankful for is that she can be herself around them. There’s no need to hide or fret about when she’s going to reveal her true nature. Besides, they’re just… adorable. She’s got a soft spot for cute things like them. She loves that they don’t need to hide around her; as long as Alois doesn’t care about his servants showing their demonic forms unless they must blend in, she gets to see the true, undisguised (Name), all the time. And the tail biting? Aaah, she’s squealing in silence.

Oh, good heavens, a demon?! To say he’s terrified of the idea at first is an understatement. He’s grown up thinking that demons are nightmares, beasts from hell, and that all they do is sow chaos and discord. That one is actually loving and acts incredibly soft with him… it’s… it’s a surprise. But, it’s a pleasant one. There’s something humbling that someone like them wants to spend time with someone like him. It makes him very happy indeed! Of course, there’s the small issue that… he’s allergic to cats. (And, well, everything with fur.) That said, if they stay in their human form, he finds it isn’t so much a bother. And they’re so… beautiful. He could stay awake running his fingertips over their markings forever. While he won’t really encourage the tail biting… well… as long as it isn’t hurting them… they’re so precious!! He covers his face and almost blushes himself to death every time he sees them doing it.

(Oh, hm, well. They’re sort of like you in a way, aren’t they?) Well, no, it’s not exactly the same, Keats. Although he’s well aware that being a demon who happens to have animal traits isn’t the same as whatever he is… Snake can’t help feeling a little closer to his S/O upon discovering their real nature. He’s never met anyone who’s like him in this way. The markings, the behaviors, it’s all so endearing — it reminds him of the way that he’s like snakes. Despite not finding it endearing in himself, he finds it quite adorable in (Name). Is that… maybe… how they see him…? If nothing else, he’s glad that he met someone who’s similar to he is, even if it’s not the same, even if they’re a demon, even if they sometimes do strange (and admittedly cute) things like biting their tail. They’re a phenomenal cuddler, and that’s something he thoroughly appreciates.

Oh… so… so different! What an odd and precious little thing they have on their hands. So many demons are based on dark things like ravens and spiders and, hm, what even is Hannah? What are they themselves?? Either way. One couldn’t get farther from those inky-black animals than a leopard which is mostly white and blue. For that, it draws the triplets in. Anything out of the norm gets their attention. It’s also safe to say all three of them feel very secure with another demon… they’ve got their S/O, and they’ve got Hannah, and even Claude’s presence discourages any other demons from fucking around too close to the estate. However, they’re also willing to fight if (Name) needs to be protected. The tail biting thing? It’s an animal thing mixed with a demon thing, so they all tend to giggle about it and whisper amongst themselves how absolutely precious it is. The three of them love it when their S/O wants to be with all of them, even though they value separate times with (Name)… to them, it’s kind of sweet to have four demons (even if three of them used to be one person) in one big relationship. It’s… fun.

#💙🌹 anon #Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #Bravat #Hannah #Joanne #Snake #Triplets #Thompson #Timber #Canterbuy #reaction #romantic #fluff #drama #YESSSSS BABIES~ #one hell of a queue

[brandwhorestarscream]

Okay potential baby daddies (based of my favorite Megatron ships)

1. OPTIMUS, or rather sweet Archivist Orion who is exceptionally overwhlemed to be considered.

2. His Royal Highness Starscream (Potentially us Trine because I have a qeak spot for Megatron + Elite)

3. Rodimus (Guilty favorite)

4. Ultra Magnus or, alternatively, Minimus

5. Soundwave

6. Rung (It is a niche favorite I will admit.)

THESE ARE LITERALLY ALL GOOD OPTIONS 😩💖

1. I literally have like 6 pages written of Megatron holed up in the Ward's extensive archive and reading to his spark's content, checking out every datapad pertaining to poetry. Orion works at the Ward and is always so incredibly happy to help out the carriers, and tho he's not technically on Megatron's pre-determined list, he technically qualifies 🤭

2. ROYAL. TRINE. SHIPPING. PLEASE. Seekers are always born in threes (literally fight me on this ok you can pry this headcanon out of my cold zombified hands), so Megs' expecting triplets? Please I'm so down

3. RodiMegs is always good 🤤 they have like. Cocky young frat boy and no-nonsense English professor vibes. They'd have the most precious little red and silver baby

4. I am literally weak in the knees for Magnus/Megatron. This is also a good option. Idk how I'd go about developing it but I am HERE for it

5. Do I even need to say anything? Soundwave would be such a good dad. He'd be so honored to be chosen as a Donor, and getting to be privvy to the secrets of reproduction? Getting to watch his sparkling grow within their carrier's frame? He'd be such a gooey, excited, nervous dad. 10/10

6. I'm listening 👀 Rung is one of the psychiatrists employed by the Wards, tasked with keeping all the Carriers happy and detecting any problems psyche-wise early on. Teeny tiny papa next to big tanky mama, sign me up

#maternity ward au #shimoneta au #idk which tag to use 🤷‍♀️

[runawaycarouselhorse]

@magicofthepiper told me about the Maple Town Road Safety PSA being subtitled (this one by LonelyChaser and Kineko Video!), I torrented it, and it is so precious. I guess that leaves one last PSA to be found and subtitled! The Fire Safety one was subtitled before this one by a different fansubber. ^^

فلم وثائقي نادر جدًا (لم يعرض على التلفاز و لم يتم بيعه على أشرطة, فقط وزع كفلم للعرض في المكتبات و المدارس) عن سلامة الطرق (سلامة مرورية) بشخصيات مدينة النخيل و أرنوبة و دبدوب تم ترجمته. ^^

It is such a cute little story, with Bobby Kumanov (Bobby Bear)'s triplet brothers, Kin, Kon, and Kan visiting Palm Town, left under Patty's care. It's cute watching her try to be a "big sister" for them. They're troublemakers as always, crashing into her and Rolley while disembarking from the ship (and having the nerve to blame them for not catching them, "we could've been hurt!")... running into traffic and having a hard time understanding cars and road safety.

An officer helpfully explains to them how to safely cross... after one of the boys nearly gets hit by a car and gets in a fight with the driver. ^^;;; (The officer tells them both off.)

Palm Town is really more of a city. Maple Town was very rural and cars were a much rarer sight there. The boys get all grumpy from being taught so many rules, they don't feel like exploring Palm Town anymore, content to just eat ice cream from Mr. Cocker's place, until he offers to let them ride in his car. There, they change their tune, and complain about rule-breakers, fff.

When they realize the car ride was a sneaky way of teaching them about road safety, the boys are very annoyed! They even tell Patty, very meanly, she's not even their real big sister, anyway!

Patty's so done with them, she tells them to go home if they'll talk like that. They demand Mr. Cocker stop the car or they'll jump out. He stops the car and they run off, Patty still fuming, while Rolley tries to get her to go after them. She doesn't want to because they were so mean, but Rolley insists that as their big sister, she should responsibly watch them until the end... their mother entrusted her dear children to her! What if they got in an accident?! Imagining that immediately makes Patty want to go find them.

I really like that Maple Town and Palm Town don't mind having Patty be in the wrong like this. She's not idealized, she acts like a real child and makes mistakes, in Maple Town more than Palm Town, as she does grow up a little bit...

After being prompted to think about what might happen if the boys got in an accident, Patty relents, afraid for their safety. The sun starts to set, as Kin, Kon, and Kan wander through the streets, regretting leaving Patty. They blame and fight each other, but stop out of hunger.

This part really feels like a regular episode, just wholesome stories, childhood experiences, and life lessons.

They're still good boys and help Lamb Sheep's grandmother cross the road when they see her. ;3; Mr. Cocker stops for them and smiles in approval at their good deed, Patty and Rolley arrive, clapping for them as they've found them, and the boys are shy.

Kin, Kon, and Kan apologize to Patty for earlier, promising to be good from now on. She tells them they're already good enough... which prompts all three to, once again, demand food. Popcorn from the Sheep family's popcorn vendor!

This was adorable and sweet. ;3; I was also so happy to see my favourites from Palm Town, the cat brothers! I thought they'd include Gretel Wolf (Wilde Wolf) instead because Kin, Kon, and Kan were here, but no, we got to see the cats play catch (... a bit too aggressively, ending in Gunta nearly getting hit by a car going after the ball!), but it's nice to see them have fun.

Heartwarming and wholesome, like any episode of Maple Town. ^^

#Maple Town #Patty Rabbit #Patty Hope Rabbit #Palm Town #مدينة النخيل #أرنوبة و دبدوب #classic anime #road safety #PSA #long post #Kin Kon and Kan Kumanov #Billy Bear #Bertie Bear #Buddy Bear #Kin Kumanov #Kan Kumanov #Kon Kumanov #traffic accidents * #mini review #Maple Town's Traffic Safety

[baylardo]

one time i wrote this post halfway out and then was like mmmmm nevermiiiiind and deleted it bc i didnt like my formatting so ive decided to do it AGAIN and just have 0 format hahaha

and im gonna hide this one so i can just be messy and bullet point it but TO PREMISE just MYYYYYYY thoughties on the triplets and nicknames and whatnot hahaha :))))))) just stuff pertaining to names lol,,,,, keep it broad,,,,,,,,,, (YOU GUYS DO WHATEVER!!!!!!! dont stick to this reliably or anything for a guideline i just ponder it every so often LOL)

i actually dont think id considered chakotay naming them when theyre lil salamander nymphs or anything when i'd started the au and jellybeans doing that was SUPER CUTE :) i love Starlight for amelia more than my original idea (which was that kathryn would nickname her that) and i heckiggn ADOREEEEEE him calling philippa Pip. i love both junior AND wanderer for ed im not really set on one or the other hahaha, both make sense.

i think chakotay would be the only one to call philippa Pip and shes VERY fond of him calling her that. (greedily fell in love with this nickname because its the same name John gives to Chiana in farscape and when she asks "why Pip" he explains it's because she's his favorite traveling companion heehee)

with amelia as Starlight im like mmmm MAYBE kathryn would call her that,,, but i think it'd be kinda like using "darling" to her or "precious" :3 definitely chakotay still calls her that though

same with Pip for philippa like MAYBE kathryn slips an "oh, Pip" every so often but its rare or late in the game

most people probably nickname philippa as Peppa

i think alice had the idea one time that amelia would be nicknamed mealybug (meeliebug??? meelie???) i thiiiink by philippa, kinda derogatory but playful, i like that one :)

love that da vinci calls amelia Mia :3 very on brand with her mother

edward is very Ed-zoned by most people, very casual about it, probably doesnt vibe his full name very much lol.

ummmm admittedly i havent read any books pertaining to Chakotay's name culture all that much, supposedly it exists i just havent gotten to it yet, but MAYBE edward would have an inherited name pertaining to that. i'm not sure though. put a pin in that one haha.

ummmm my weird take on kathryn is that (at least in the beginning) she lowkey loathes the shortening of her children's names so she'd pretty strictly refer to them by their full names. like her son having her father's name, philippa (maybe) being the name her and mark had wanted to potentially name a daughter, amelia being AMELIA. like IN TIME i think she'd come around to stuff like Peppa and Ed, but for a long while there's a formality she upholds about her children's names. likeeee idk in some book canon it talks about how kathryn hated when phoebe would call her Kitten (something her father would call her in the Autobio canon,,,,,), shed subsequently call her sister Phoebs which she hated, but there's also the kathryn nicknaming of Goldenbird by her father in Mosaic canon. BUT she always refers to herself as kathryn and rarely do we see any deviation from that,,, likeee with Q calling her Kathy,,,,, and all her silly holodeck names which are equally as lengthy as her own name lol.

philippa HAAAATEEEEES hearing her mother's stern scoldy mother voice call her by her full name, its grating and irritable and doesnt help matters when they quarrel constantly

like they idea that tom calls philippa Pumpkin specifically. :) just as i want to kiss the brain of whoever came up with the idea that he'd call miral Peanut... BRILLIANT... i can see chakotay Also calling philippa Pumpkin though,,,,, head empty on the other two in regards to Tom,,, maybe Honey for amelia idk lol

chakotay gets papa/dad/daddy zoned to the kids, Tom is Tom :) b'elanna is b'elanna

kathryn gets all your typical mom variations but lol i think philippa has AT LEAST once referred to her as Kathryn out of spite <3 maybe amelia calls her captain/admiral more than she should :')

im sure SOMEONE would refer to philippa as Eyebrows,,,,,,,

#threshold au #ENJOY MY JUMBLED THOUGHTIES HAHAHA

[choco-cherry-chunk]

There's this Octolab TV video on youtube called "update on Nora- our beautiful little octopus", and my first thought was "aw, Otto named his second daughter after Norman!" (Maybe Otto insists on the name Nora because she looks so much like Norman but then Norman calls her his little octopus to make sure everyone knows that she's very much Otto's too?) Anyway, if you ever need a sister for Rosie, there you go!

This is so cute, omg~! Various iterations/AUs have included talk on Rosie having siblings or there being twins/triplets, etc. So Nora being a sibling to Rosie simply for how similar she looks to Norman would be precious. Though I can definitely imagine Rosie being a little older and being upset that her sister is named for one of her parents when she isn’t and wanting to have such a connection to her dads. <3

#spider-man #spiderman #octogoblin #octoblin #rosie emily osborn octavius #nora osborn octavius #asks #anonymous

[madrigaljail]

I posted 2,698 times in 2022

That's 2,698 more posts than 2021!

221 posts created (8%)

2,477 posts reblogged (92%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@encantoisawesome

@graveyardwriting

@slingerapen

@omgcheez

@malewifebruno

I tagged 2,302 of my posts in 2022

Only 15% of my posts had no tags

#bruno - 104 posts

#my writing - 92 posts

#the madrigal in-laws - 91 posts

#not encanto - 89 posts

#yes good - 68 posts

#fanart - 67 posts

#always reblog - 55 posts

#fic rec - 47 posts

#triplets triplets triplets - 44 posts

#pepa - 42 posts

Longest Tag: 133 characters

#the previous summer abuela helena had fallen very ill and asked to speak with her and luisa alone to tell them the story of her life.

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Happy birthday you absolute goddess 🦄

118 notes - Posted November 14, 2022

#4

143 notes - Posted November 11, 2022

#3

OBBB (Oogie Boogie Bash Bruno) Facts

Because videos are coming out and we’re learning things about this precious bean. Also feel free to add more/link videos because I’m too lazy to go back and do it, sorry >.<

It’s his first time in California but Mirabel told him all about it (she’s been doing meet and greets for a while now and THIS IS SO STINKING CUTE).

He’s out of salt! (Please if you’re going do not give him salt, I’m guessing this is a Disney health and safety thing, same with the reason he’s not wearing flip flops. Why he doesn’t have Jorge’s spackle trowel while Mother Gothel is going around flashing a dagger is beyond me.).

He has 32 rats and usually feeds them empanadas or arepas con queso because of course. They do like candy too since there’s so much of it around.

What does he feed himself? Who knows, when asked what he had for dinner he want off about the rats. Someone get this man a handwich.

Once upon a time his mother asked him to clean the house, but he hates cleaning, so he came up with the character of Jorge - who doesn’t mind it - and cleaned all of Casita! “My Mama Alma was so proud!” :’)

He does hop over cracks!!

ETA: “ "Once you get out of the walls, pretty much anyone you meet becomes your best friend."  Bruno NO 😢

266 notes - Posted September 7, 2022

#2

Just leaving this here for anyone worrying about fandom dying and needing a little motivation. We’re still out here, finish your WIP, get back to those sketches, post that meta, folks are ready to eat it all up <3

400 notes - Posted August 21, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Some Less-Known Encanto Word of God

So I’m casually checking Encanto’s TV Tropes page because it’s always a good time, but then I got to Word of God and stumbled across this, uh, detail:

In this podcast, Jared Bush points out that due to the heartbreak and fear that Alma experienced at the riverside after seeing her husband murdered, once she learned of Bruno's powers, she would have found it impossible to resist pressuring him to frequently look into the future for threats and dangers to the Encanto. Thus, the observations that have been made about Bruno having a depressed attitude which led to him seeing bad futures is wrong. It's the opposite, pressure on Bruno to always look for the worst the future has to offer is what left him with a stressed, forlorn attitude. Sadly, Bruno is probably the first casualty of Alma's unresolved grief and fear.

Which. Um. Sure is some information!!! What, and I cannot stress this enough, the FUCK, Alma??? Like I can totally see and have read - and written! - fic where this happens but holy Christ on a crutch.

754 notes - Posted June 4, 2022

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[onlyjaeyun]

daddy’s home part 2 🗣️ greetings my dear zadie :D popping back after cold hearts ended and no amount of words could possibly articulate the emotions and feelings that i’m feeling right now.

first of all i’d like to start off with the story itself, ever since the letter got revealed i feel like that was the chapter that really engraved this story into my heart. in the written chapter where you were able to write every emotion and scene really made me panic and feel like i was in the room with them as well. your written chapters never disappoint and there are absolutely no words that could describe the way they make me feel. (fyi. i took more than 7 breaks and each of them lasted 10-25 mins while reading the written chap.)

now after that seeing the way hoon & yn forgave each other and began to get closer again and actually not hide their feelings anymore and act on them instead made me feel like a proud parent :,) honestly out of all the previous smaus or stories that i’ve ever read this one captured the enemies to lovers trope so perfectly and i will think about this one for the rest of my life 😁🙏🏼.

now onto the final part of the story, i found it so so beautiful how you have a thing for happy endings because they always are the cherry on top for the story for me, the fact that they had such a beautiful wedding with heeseung as the best man (sorry riki & yunie) and tsuki as the maid of honour was such a sentimental and wonderful touch i adored it so much. and getting to know that they had a daughter which will be raised by everyone in the story is so :0 like i can’t even imagine how entertaining and funny the moments with the younger triples and the older triplets are 😭 anywho before this gets too long i would just like to say that i absolutely loved the way you ended this beautiful story. cold hearts was the actual definition of an emotional rollercoaster, i don’t think i read a chapter that didn’t have me gasping in shock like ever and i think that speaks volumes about you and your work.

anywho, this was one of thee most stunning stories ever. one that captured so many human-like emotions and genuinely didn’t feel like a fan fiction anymore, it was so clear and obvious that you poured a whole entire precious part of yourself for this story and dedicated so so so much to create this masterpiece and words cannot describe how proud i am of you as someone who’s been with you since hype boy ☹️ your talent of having the perfect balance between describing and capturing emotions in the prettiest words in your written chapters and then having thee best humour and hilarious jokes in your texting & smau chapters is so impressive and admirable you genuinely are one of thee best writers on enhablr.

now with that whole part being said, i really hope that anon comes back to their senses and realise that you don’t owe anyone anything. cold hearts is another perfect smau that you’ve written and completed with one of the most emotional storylines and if they’re not happy with that they can just scroll away. anywho, im very proud of you zadie :) you did amazing and put in so much effort and dedicated all parts of yourself and more to this smau and anyone who can’t tell that is completely blind. the all nighters that you’ve pulled the amount of mental and physical and emotional hard work that you went through to push out such a heartfelt smau is so insane. you deserve all the love and praise the world has to offer and more my dearest <3

anywho this got way too long but i love you a lot zadie :D sorry for disappearing constantly and always remember that we love and care for you so so much <3 good job on doing such an incredible job on finishing cold hearts :D sending u thee biggest smooch and the warmest hug <3 (i will be back soon !!)

- ⁉️ <33

oh my GOD GUYS LOOK WHO'S BACK ITS MY BABYYYY😭😭😭😭😭 hi there my sweet love 🥺 i hope life's been treating you well snd that you've been taking care of yourself, pls accept all my kisses ☹️☹️🤍

i've been super emo lately so this ask made me tear up and maybe even shed one i cant lie 🤕🤕 thank you SO much baby. for literally everything. your constant feedback, your reactions and reassurance, your kind words and just how much you care about me. i hold everything you send my way so close to my heart and will forever chrish it. thank you so much 🥺

i love and appreciate you with my whole heart and cant wait to chat more regularly again, please take care of yourself my sweet angel!!!🤍

#; mailbox 📬 #; cold hearts