#oldest son had a stomach bug

[stevie-petey]

I have a blurb idea!! When Jonathan, Nancy , Joyce and will get back from the cabin and the kids fill everyone in on what happened while they were gone. Dustin would absolutely reenact Steve and Billy fighting and bug and Billy fighting. You can't tell me Dustin and the kids would be kinda proud that bug held her own against Billy for the most part. Jonathan hearing about bug protecting Steve from Billy and Steve protecting bug in the tunnels. Would Jonathan feel a little upset that bug doesn't need him to protect her anymore, that is Steve's job now?

i absolutely love this one omg yes i adore doing scenes with just steve n jon their friendship makes me <333

enjoy !

"wheres bug?"

steve and the kids are sweeping the floors, quiet and tired as the events from tonight finally settle upon them. when they hear jonathans question, they all stop what theyre doing. a dark look passes over steves bloodied and bruise face, a sight that only makes the ice within jonathans throat constrict tighter.

will is asleep in jonathans arms, and when no one answers his question his panic overwhelms him and he feels his grip on will lessen. "steve, wheres y/n?"

steve steps forward, understanding jonathans fear more than anyone else in this room. "shes okay, i promise."

"but where is she?"

"in your room, asleep. she... shes had a rough night." steve looks away, ashamed that he couldnt protect you.

"she got her ass kicked." dustin says blunty.

jonathans head spins. "what?"

joyce and nancy now walk in and quickly notice your absence. their own worry begins to rise. when mike sees nancy, he runs up to her and starts rattling off question after question about el, will, if she wants to see him, dustin, and lucas reenact you and steve fighting billy.

"you guys fought billy?" nancy exclaims, now stepping towards steve as well. she misses the way jonathans hands shake as he struggles to hold his brother. hes terrified. if you fought billy, why arent you here right now to brag about how you won? did he hurt you? did jonathan send you back to the hospital again?

its joyce who sees her sons panic. she gently grabs will from her oldest and kisses his cheek. her voice is low so that no one else hears. while steve understands jonathans fear for your safety, joyce understands his love for you. "shes strong. she'll be okay."

they leave and dustin and the boys jump into their reenactment of the fight. mike pretends to be billy while dustin is you and lucas is steve. they jump on one another, scream and throw plates, and when dustin jumps onto mikes back as he has lucas on the ground, something in jonathans stomach twists.

"y/n totally saved steves ass!" dustin whoops as he rides around mikes back.

nancy and jonathan look over to steve, who has been quiet the entire time, and when he catches their eye he lets out a soft chuckle and shrugs. "she did. seems we cant stop saving each other."

jonathan frowns, about to ask what he means by that, but then mike starts choking dustin and dustin pretends to faint and once again his head spins.

"did billy..." nancy turns to steve, terrified as well. she places a hand against her own neck, stroking at the skin tenderly. she cant imagine what youve gone through tonight, and jonathan just shakes his head.

"he did." steves voice is hard.

dustin now pretends to stab mike, who crumples to the floor. "and then she stabbed the creep!"

"y/n held her own," mike admits, impressed.

"shes my hero," steve quips, though his heart isnt entirely in it. his heart is in the next room, where it lays besides you in jonathans bed as you sleep.

lucas, who is still on the floor as he pretends to be a knocked out steve, holds a finger up. "didnt you then save her in the tunnels?"

"you took her to the tunnels?" jonathan faces steve feels an anger that was once so familiar to him now rise. after everything you went through tonight, why would steve allow you to further push yourself?

the teen sighs. he understands jonathans anger, but theres so much that he will never understand when it comes to you and steve. the debt you owe one another, the trust that is there to always have each others back, no questions asked. "we both know theres no stopping her when shes made up her mind. all i could do was make sure she was safe."

"which he did." dustin adds, sending jonathan a pointed look.

he deflates, now suddenly embarrassed for his outburst. he knows steve is right. when it comes to the ones you love, theres no stopping you. sometimes hes afraid youll die protecting everyone else.

the thought is an unpleasant one, and jonathan castes it out of his head. what matters now is that youre only a room away from him, asleep and safe and alive. you will have new scars, new bruises and wounds to heal, but youre alive, and he'll be right next to you once more. jonathan may not have been there tonight, and he might not ever be the one to protect you again, but he knows he will always be by your side as you recover and heal and move on.

hes been by your side he was he twelve and the only thing that scared you was the creaking of floorboards.

now hes seventeen and you fear much more than shadows.

youre not jonathans anymore to protect, not really, but you will always be his to watch over. he'll always be there to walk you home, and he knows youll always do the same for him. youll always remind each other of who you are, where you belong. lines and strings and all.

"so, you really saved y/n's life again?" jonathan asks steve, silently extending this admission as a peace offering.

steve shrugs once more, his face flushed. he feels the shift again, he can see the olive branch that jonathan presents him, and steve never thought he would get here. to be worthy of this, to have your safety in his hands and jonathans acceptance. "i owed her."

jonathan laughs, and steve finally understands why the boy is your closest friend. jonathan byers is a lot of things, but hes loyal above all else, and steve knows that he he understands you better than anyone else with such few words.

nancy takes mike home, steve offers to drive dustin and lucas, and slowly the house empties. as steve exits the door, he lingers for a second, before he takes a deep breath. "hey, jonathan."

he turns. "yeah?"

"go see her, she could really use you right now... she'll always need you."

jonathan smiles. "thank you."

they both know that hes thanking steve for so much more than encouraging him to go to you.

neither of them acknowledge it again. they dont need to.

#ask #anon #m speaks #m's writing #come home blurb #set in season 2 ! #jon n steve ur besties

[galaxyquakeflakes]

A Daughter for a Daughter (5)

*I revive from my stomach bug with an update!*

Pairing: Neteyam x fem|human OC

Summary: Pixie is gone. Neteyam is pissed. Difficult decisions are made.

Word Count: 4289

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Pixie could remember running and the explosion that knocked her out of the tree. She remembered falling then a bright light and someone hefting her over their shoulder. For a moment she was relieved, thinking that Jake had grabbed her but as the lights around her got brighter and the sound of chopping blades got louder, she realized that she was not getting home after all. She struggled in vain but she was quickly losing consciousness again.

She looked out at the forest as she was pulled into the air towards the plane. No…no… The adrenaline wore off and her eyes rolled back as she passed out once more.

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The plane disappeared back to where it came from. Neteyam was being held by the queue by his father to make sure he didn’t do anything stupid and try to go after them.

“What are you doing? Let go of me!” Neteyam tried to wrench his dad’s hand off his head. “They have Pixie! We’ve got to get her back!”

“Neteyam, listen to me.” Jake grabbed his son by the shoulders. “I know you’re worried about Pixie. I know. But we barely got out of there with our lives and that was when we had the element of surprise. We are going to get Pixie back but we cannot do that right now. We’re outnumbered and outpowered.”

“But--”

“She’s a strong kid. She’s gonna get through this and so are we. We are going to get her back but we cannot make a plan here. We need to go back to camp. Okay?”

Neteyam knew that his father was right. They didn’t know the numbers, they didn’t know the fire power, they didn’t even know what state Pixie was in. But everything inside him was burning to mount his ikran and race after her, consequences be damned.

They mounted their ikran and flew back to camp. Kiri and Tuk were waiting for them and embraced their family happily. Kiri and Tuk looked around and noticed that they had returned with one less person. “Where’s Pixie?”

“They took her.” Neteyam huffed. “They took Pixie.”

“Oh no.” Kiri covered her mouth. “What happened? How’d they get her?”

“There was an explosion, it knocked her out of the tree.” Lo’ak answered. His voice was hoarse and choked. “I wanted to go after her but…”

“This is our fault. We were the ones that said we wanted to check out the battlefield even though we weren’t allowed.” Tuk said. “Pixie tried to tell us we shouldn’t go but we didn’t listen.”

“No. I should have--” Lo’ak looked like he was barely holding back tears. “It was my fault. She kept telling me we needed to leave but I wouldn’t listen. I thought that they would have never noticed we were there.”

“You’re right.” Neteyam said, “This is your fault. You can never just listen to people and because of your idiocy Pixie has been kidnapped!”

“Neteyam,” Jake stepped in front of his oldest son, “Calm down. I know you’re angry but this is not the time to be turning on each other.”

“He was the one that was with her! She told him not to do it! Now she’s gone and who knows what they’re going to do to her!”

“Enough!” Neytiri shouted. “It is done. There is nothing to do about it now. You,” she pointed at Lo’ak, “Go that way! And you,” she pointed to Neteyam, “Go the other way. You can come back to the tent when you have calmed down.”

Lo’ak stalked off. Kiri and Tuk went to follow him. Neteyam felt as if his feet had planted roots and grew into the floor. He knew deep down that he wasn’t angry at Lo’ak. He was angry at himself. Pixie had been out there and he should have done something to get her. He should have been able to get her out of there. Instead, she was gone. She had been taken away and--

“Son,” Jake looked down at Neteyam. “You are angry. I get it. But if you do not keep it together right now then it’s only going to make things worse. Next time you see Lo’ak, apologize. We are a family. We do not turn on each other like that. Got it?”

“Yes sir.”

Jake exhaled and ran a hand down his face. “Take a walk. I…I need to go talk to Pixie’s parents.”

Neteyam hadn’t even thought of that. He lost his best friend but it wasn’t just him experiencing this loss. Pixie’s parents were expecting their daughter to come home safe and sound like she always did. What were they going to say when they learned that they had lost their child to the RDA?

Jake walked off. Neteyam followed behind as he made his way towards the labs. He stayed outside but he could see them talking through the window. The look on their faces as Jake explained what happened…the way that Pixie’s mom crumpled into her husband’s arms. This couldn’t stand. They needed to get Pixie back immediately.

He was halfway to putting the saddle back on his ikran when he felt a presence looming over him. He turned around to see his mother watching him, hands on her hips. “And what is it that you think you are doing?”

Neteyam shook off his shock and kept prepping. “I’m going after Pixie.”

“By yourself?”

“We know where the RDA base is.”

“Yes. We do. We also know that it is large and most likely complicated to navigate.” Neytiri grabbed Neteyam’s arm. “We know that it is armed to the teeth with soldiers with large guns and technology that could shoot you out of the sky before you even got close to landing near them. What do you think you are going to do? Do you think you can sneak in? Fight your way through dozens to hundreds of soldiers? Search the entire base for one person without being detained or killed yourself? What is your plan?”

“I don’t know! I just--” his hands balled into fists, “I need to get her back. I can’t let her stay there, mom.”

“Oh my son,” Neytiri wrapped him in a hug. Neteyam let the vengeful fire in him smolder out and the hot tears of regret and uselessness came pouring out in his mother’s arms.

“I can’t lose her.” he muttered in a tight voice. “I cannot lose her, mother.”

“Hush now. It will be alright.” Neytiri stroked his hair. “It has been a long day for all of us. Let’s retire.”

They made their way back to the tent. Lo’ak was waiting there with Kiri and Tuk. “Lo’ak,” he said, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said what I did.”

“It wasn’t like you were wrong.” Lo’ak spat, “If I had just listened to her…”

“Regrets will not bring her back.” Kiri chimed in. “We’ll find a way to bring her home. Dad and everyone else defeated the Sky People once before, it could be done again. Pixie will be rescued. We just…we have to trust that she is strong enough to survive them.”

“Pixie is really strong.” Tuk added. “She’ll beat up anyone that gets close to her! Just like she did with Lo’ak.”

It was some needed levity, however short lived it was.

“Kids,” Jake had returned. “Can you go outside for a bit? I uh…I need to speak to your mother about something.”

The kids exchanged confused looks but departed from the tent. They were intent on giving their parents the space they needed but as the conversation from the tent grew louder they drew closer.

“I cannot! You cannot ask this!” their mother shouted. “I cannot leave my people.”

Leave?

“He’s hunting us.” their father said. “He’s targeting our family.”

“You cannot ask this! The children, everything they’ve ever known, the forest! This is our home!”

“He had our children! He had them under his knife!”

“Pixie is not our child--”

“She may as well be!” Jake countered. “No matter how you feel about her, our kids love her like a sister. And she has a family here that’s worried about her! People that are grieving because their little girl got kidnapped and we let it happen. How would you feel if it was Kiri or Tuk that had been taken? Do you want that to happen?”

“My father gave me this bow as he lay dying. He said to protect the people.” Neytiri’s voice caught, “You are Toruk Makto!”

“This will protect the people.” Jake said, “Quaritch has Pixie and she knows everything! She knows our whole operation. She can lead them right in here! If the people harbor us, they will die. Do you understand?” Neteyam had never heard his father sound so…defeated. “I got nothing. I got no plan. But I can protect this family. That I can do.”

Neteyam walked away. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. They were speaking of leaving the forest! But what about Pixie? What about their home? Their lives? How were they supposed to help anything if they ran?

Neteyam walked to the lip of the cave and stared out over the stars gleaming in the sky. “I’m not giving up on you, Pixie. I swear. So don’t give up on us either. I’ll bring you home.”

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Pixie had regained consciousness inside a sterile bright white room. For a half a moment she wanted to believe that she was in the infirmary. That she had imagined what happened out in the forest and that she was safe at home. But there were no friendly faces to greet her. Just a camera in the corner and a one sided mirror.

Damn it!

Immediately she swung off the bench they had laid her up on and looked for a way to get out. The door of course wouldn’t open and there was no give on the window that looked in nor the mirror. It didn’t make so much as a dent when she tried hitting it with a chair. She was trapped.

“I know you’re watching me!” she stared into the mirror. “Let me out of here!”

She knew it was useless to scream. They didn’t care about what she wanted or what she threatened. She was one human girl against an entire army. What threat did she pose? The only reason she was even alive right now was because they knew she had information. Information that they would do anything to get.

Could Pixie cope with torture? She wasn’t sure.

The door opened and someone in a lab coat and a soldier entered the room. The moment she took on offensive stance the gun the soldier held was pointed at her.

“Miss Mildred,” the lab coat said, “Glad to see you have awakened. How are you feeling?”

“I’d be feeling a lot better if I wasn’t being held against my will by the enemy.”

“I do not doubt that you are upset with your circumstances right now but we have matters to attend to. Now, you can either come willingly or we will be forced to used drastic measures.” the lab coat gestured to the soldier, “Your call.”

“Whatever.” Pixie grumbled and followed them out the door.

They took her down a series of halls into a new room. She tried to keep track of the turns and the various other halls. She searched for exit points or places to hide. But the base was just far too large. She doubted that this short jaunt barely showed her a crumb of the entirety of the base. What to do if she was at the center then? It could be miles of labyrinth to get out.

They put her against a wall and took pictures as if she was some kind of criminal being processed. She supposed she was, according to them.

They sat her down and took some samples of her blood and even pulled out a few strands of her hair. What did they need all of that for? They weren’t going to find anything interesting.

“Do I get to go back to my cell now?” Pixie asked after they were done.

“Yes. For now you can--” the door behind them opened and a woman with a sour face as cold as stone walked in.

“Is she done?” the woman asked.

“Yes, we were just about to escort her back to her room--”

“That won’t be necessary.” the woman looked Pixie over. “Bring her to the lab. She’s going in the probe.”

“The probe? But ma’am,” the lab coat, Dr. Simmins, as you had learned their name was, “We have not even given her a normal interrogation.”

“We do not have time for beating around the bush.” the sour faced woman said. “We will get what we need as soon as possible.”

More soldiers filed into the room, an obvious threat not to be trifled with. She was panicked over what this probe could be but whatever it was, she would withstand it. Pixie followed them out, sweat trickling down her back as nerves settled in. They arrived in a large lab filled with other scientists and some of the avatars that she had met in the forest. If it was not for the fact that she was being held captive and about to be tortured for information Pixie would have been mildly impressed by the tech.

Any thought to the technology was abandoned when she caught sight of the machine they were leading her towards. This was the probe. It looked as menacing as the lab coats had reacted it to be. For the first time since Pixie had woken up she felt the fear of her circumstances truly start to sink in and froze.

“Get her strapped in.” the sour faced army woman said.

Some of the soldiers grabbed Pixie and wrestled her into the machine. They held her down as they strapped her in and put some device on her head. She fought and kicked and scratched and even bit when she could but there were too many.

Save your strength, Pixie. She thought to herself. You will need it for whatever it is they are about to do.

With Pixie safely strapped into the probe the soldiers left, leaving her alone with the woman. “I am going to give you one chance before this starts,” she said, “Where is Jake Sully?”

“Up your ass.” Pixie spat.

“Fine. Hard way it is.” she stepped back and motioned for someone to start.

This was a probe. Whatever it did it had to be looking into her memories. As long as she kept her thoughts away from the camp everyone would be safe. Think of anything else.

A large cylindrical panel started to spin around her head with a bright green light. Slowly it started to pick up speed until it was whirring around her head at an alarming and dizzying rate. Oh geez, it made her head hurt.

She tried to close her eyes but then the noise was in her ears. The fast whoosh whoosh whoosh of the machine cutting through the air. It reminded her of flying. But this was no pleasure ride with Neteyam through the mountains. This was an incessant whir that turned into a whine that left her ears ringing.

Pixie’s eyes were forced open once more. Deep breath. Think of something pleasant. Movie nights. Movie nights with her family.

“Where is Jake Sully?” the woman asked, cutting across Pixie’s thoughts.

She forced the memory of sitting on the couch watching old Disney movies into her head. “I don’t know!” Pixie said as calmly as she could manage.

“I don’t believe that.” the woman said. “All you have to do is think of it once and we will know where he is and where his whole operation is hiding. And we can keep this going as long as we need to. So tell us, where is Jake Sully?”

“I told you I don’t know!” Pixie thought of throwing popcorn at her brother when he made stupid jokes during serious moments.

Minutes or possibly hours went by. It honestly felt like an eternity and her mind was starting to crack under the pressure as the woman kept asking questions and threatening that all Pixie had to do was think of the camp once. The only hope Pixie had was the plethora of memories she called upon.

She thought of everything she could from her past. Before everything went to shit.

She thought of growing up and playing in the forest. She thought of learning botany and other sciences with her mom and dad. She thought of playing with her friends. She thought of exploring the forest. She thought of flying. She thought of Kiri and Lo’ak and Tuk teasing each other and playfully fighting.

She thought of Neteyam. She remembered the first time he took her flying. The evening after the hunt where he passed his coming of age ceremony and rite to be a warrior. She thought of them dancing around the fire. She thought of them flying at night under the canopy of stars. One of his arms wrapped around her to make sure she didn’t fall off. She thought of how many times he held her hand when they ran through the forest.

Neteyam…

Then the pain of the machine came back in. It was really starting to get to her now.

“Just form a thought.” the woman demanded. “One image in your head and this all ends.”

“No! I don’t know anything!” Pixie screamed.

Her limbs started to shake and convulse. It felt like her brain was dropped in a blender.

“I don’t like this anymore than you do. Just tell us where Jake Sully is. What clans are harboring him?”

“I don’t know!” she screamed again. “I don’t know! I don’t know! I don’t know!”

Help! Someone! Please! Anyone! Help! Help!

I wanna go home…

Then, all at once the noise stopped. The lights turned off and Pixie slumped as relief flooded in. She was faintly aware of something wet slithering over her lips but she was unsure if that was blood or sweat.

The next moment she was being unhooked from the machine and dragged away. She wasn’t thrown in her cell but had been shoved into what looked like a shower stall. Some female soldiers were standing watch. One had a bundle of clothes under her arm.

“Get showered. Get dressed.” they said.

Pixie was going to ask for some privacy but she knew that they were stationed here to make sure she didn’t try to construct some weapon or attempt to escape through one of the air ducts. They were not just going to leave her alone.

Guess pride was the next thing to go today.

Pixie turned her back to the women and stripped before turning on the water. She kept the water cold so to help shock her back to her senses. She was still reeling from the probe. If she closed her eyes though she could almost believe she was standing under a waterfall in the forest. The water also let her hide the tears that tracked down her face. She would allow herself this one moment of weakness. This one moment to cry before she went back into the lion’s den.

Quickly she scrubbed herself clean and dried herself off. She was going to change back into her own clothes but while she was showering one of the women had come and taken them, leaving only the fresh pair of clothes behind. Damn it. Pixie really liked that tanktop they took too.

She changed into the clothes they left. Basic army cargo pants and a tan t-shirt. She had kept the hair tie on her wrist while she showered so at least she still had that. It was the last little bit of home she had. It was nothing really. Just a piece of braided leather with some beads on the ends. But Tuk had made it for her and she was not about to let these people take it from her.

As they walked her back to her cell Pixie rebraided her wet hair and tied it off with the beaded leather. There was a tray of food left out for her but she ignored it and instead crawled under the bench. It was the only place in the room that provided even a modicum of privacy from the cameras looking in.

Deep breaths. Just take deep breaths. She didn’t think of the camp. She didn’t compromise them. She would get through this. She just had to survive until an opportunity to run presented itself or until someone came to rescue her. The clan knew that she was a liability. They had to come for her. Didn’t they?

Pixie was given a few blessed moments of peace before the door to the cell opened again. The boots that came into view were much larger than any soldier. One of the avatars then. She could probably guess which one.

They leaned down and she saw Quaritch’s face looking at her. “Hey there, kiddo. You gonna come out?”

“Fuck off.”

“I thought as much.” he chuckled in a small scoffing sort of way. He stood back up and walked around to the other side.

She glanced up at him and saw the long braid down his back that provided an extra form of protection to his queue. He also had a knife on his belt. Pixie may not be able to get out of here but if she was lucky, she could at least take out the fucker who had caused so much pain for her family and friends.

It was known to the People that cutting someone’s queue was a fate worse than death. It held too many nerve endings. It was too sensory. To cut it was to cut not only their connection to Eywa but to overload their bodies as well. They’d convulse and die in mere seconds. Pixie just had to remember her training. Use their size against them and use her size to her advantage. Evade, confuse, attack.

She shuffled out from under the bench. Quaritch watched her cautiously as she stood to her feet. Don’t look at the knife. Keep eyes on him. Don’t let him get any ideas as to what she was thinking about doing.

“Feel like talking now?” Quaritch asked.

“Feel like letting me go?”

“Listen kid,” Quaritch stepped closer. Pixie instinctively took a step back. He sighed and stopped. “I get it. You’re in enemy territory. It’s a scary thing. Especially with what happened back there.”

He took another step forward, hands on his hips. “Those science pukes leaned on you pretty hard but you gave them nothing. I respect that.”

“I don’t need nor want your respect.”

“I figured. But, I thought you might want this.” he dangled some dog tags from his finger. When she made no move to take them he grabbed her hand and closed her fist around them.

Pixie tensed up but he immediately backed away. She looked down at the tags. “That’s Colonel Miles Quaritch. Deceased. Killed in action.” Avatar Quaritch explained.

Pixie sneered at the tags and tossed them away. Avatar Quaritch sighed a bit. “I’m not that man. But I do have his memories. Enough to know that,” he shrugged and went to collect the tags again, “well, he wasn’t always the best father. But that is not an apology.”

Pixie sat down on the bench and Quaritch took the spot next to her. “I’m not your father. Technically, you and I, we’re nothing to each other. But, I can help you. I can get you out of here.”

“Oh I believe that.” Pixie rolled her eyes. “What’s your game? You let me go and put some tracker on me? Try and track me back to my home? Follow me? I’m not that stupid.”

“I know. You’re pretty dang smart I bet. Probably got that from your momma.” Quaritch took her silence to keep talking. “Listen, I won’t ask you to betray Jake Sully. You would never do that. You’re loyal and I admire loyalty. Just ride along. Otherwise, I gotta give you back to the lab coats.”

That pang of fear that had taken root in her stomach started churning again at the thought of going back to the lab. Back to the probe. She survived one round but how many more could she withstand? If she stayed then it would only be so long before she ended up breaking and betraying the location of the clan. If she went with Quaritch then she would get out of the base. Back to the forest. It would be easier to pick off the avatars on her home turf and she could return to camp.

She knew those woods better than anyone. One opportune moment and she could disappear.

“Fine. But I have one stipulation.” Pixie said.

“And what is that?”

“Can I get a pair of shorts instead?” she kicked her legs for emphasis.

Quaritch cracked a smile and nodded. “I think we can do that.” he passed the tray of food Pixie had ignored over to her. “Eat up now and get some rest. We leave first thing tomorrow morning.”

He left. Pixie looked down at where he had been sitting. He had left behind the dog tags. She didn’t want anything to do with them but if the opportunity presented itself she may be able to sharpen them into a blade or something.

She shoved them in her pocket and picked up the sandwich that was left for her. Ugh. Egg salad? Now this was torture.

#atwow #avatar #avatar way of water #fanfic #neteyam #neteyam sully #neteyam x human girl #neteyam x oc #way of water rewrite

[flameohotwife]

Hey there, could you do some domestic kataang (maybe with a hint of cloudbabies)? I would really appreciate it.

I love your works, thank you for them and thank you in advance :)

Hi! This one got to be much longer than a drabble, with way more than a hint of cloudbabies. You can also find it on ao3 for ease of reading :) Thank you so so much for the ask--I hope you enjoy!

In Sickness and In Health (rated G)

Katara awoke with a start to the sound of Kya snoring loudly on the floor next to their bed. That’s right, she remembered, rubbing her face, she came in here because she couldn’t sleep. No wonder with that stuffy nose… She rolled over and found Tenzin curled up in Aang’s spot on the bed, snuggled into a blue blanket woven from Appa’s fur. His mouth was lolling open and there was a trail of drool hanging out. Scanning the dark room for Aang, Katara’s heartrate quickened when couldn’t see him anywhere.

Since having kids, Aang had sworn off leaving in the middle of the night for Avatar emergencies. He always waited until his family was awake and he could give them notice first. He said it was because they didn’t deserve to have their young lives interrupted like that, but Katara knew better. She knew that it was to say goodbye, just in case the mission went badly wrong, as emergency missions are wont to do. To make sure he gave each of his children a hug and told them how much he loved them one last time. 

Pulling on her robe, Katara slowly snuck out of the bed. She bent some water from a nearby pot and with a splay of her hands it vaporized, immediately humidifying the room. Kya snuffled in her sleep and rolled over. Katara padded down the hall to the kitchen with a smile, where she found Aang examining Bumi as they stood next to the table.

“I don’t think you’ll be going to school today either, Boom,” Aang was saying. Katara’s smile evaporated.

“But Dad!” Bumi protested. “I can’t miss today! I have my final presentation in World History and Uncle Sokka was gonna come talk to the class with me!” 

“I’m sorry, son,” Aang shook his head, putting a hand on Bumi’s shoulder. “You couldn’t even keep your breakfast down this morning and you’re burning up. If your mother was awake she’d tell you the same thing.”

Katara chose that moment to fully enter the room, placing the back of her hand gently against her oldest son’s head. She had to reach up to do so, now—he’d gotten so tall in the last few years. Her heart squeezed at the thought. He was in his final year of schooling, and then she was sure he would be off on new adventures without them. This little boy had been her entire world since the day she found out she was pregnant, and now he was almost a man. 

“Spirits, Bumi,” she exclaimed under her breath. “Your dad’s right. You definitely have a fever. I’ll make you some jook and then it’s back to bed with you—healer’s orders.”

Aang shot her a worried look as she started the rice on the stove and Bumi sat down, laying his head down on the table, defeated. He always hated when any of their babies were sick, and right now all three of them were being slammed with something. She looked out at the snow falling around Air Temple Island and sighed, weariness already seeping into her bones. She just hoped she and Aang could stay healthy.

This winter had been particularly hard on all of Republic City in terms of illness. The hospital she worked at had been overrun and she knew there had been many illnesses spreading through the school their older two children attended. It seemed like since the weather turned, every other week one of their children had been down with something, and now it was all three at once. 

Aang brewed them all some tea on the other stove burner. He pulled out some of Iroh’s special blend to help with Bumi’s stomach. Katara smiled sadly. They’d been through enough stomach bugs at this point that they had the response down to a science, though it never took the edge off of their parental worry. Aang had clearly woken up early to help Bumi this morning and already cleaned up whatever mess there was. 

The two of them worked together in silence, conveying their concerns in glances and pressed lips, gentle touches as they moved around each other in the small—but homey—kitchen. Soon the tea was ready and Aang passed Katara a cup before carrying two over to where Bumi sat. Aang passed his son his own cup and gently encouraged him to drink.

Now that Bumi was almost 16, there weren’t as many opportunities to still care for him the way they had when he was younger. He didn’t come to them for comfort as often. When Tenzin was upset, he would come toddling up to his parents for a hug or for them to “kiss it better.” Kya was six now and when she was sad, she waffled between wanting cuddles from her parents and wanting to prove her fierce independence. 

But right now, Bumi took a sip of his tea, winced, and buried his face in his father’s shoulder. Aang wrapped his arms around his son as best he could and stroked lovingly at his back. 

Katara stirred some miso and ginger into the boiled down rice, remembering the first time Bumi had been sick and how terrified Aang had been. They’d been so young when he was born, and Aang was still figuring out the many ways in which his trauma presented and affected him. The first time Bumi had caught a cold and his little body struggled to breathe, Aang had been positive that their child was about to die. While Katara had cleared the infant’s nose out as best she could (while Bumi screamed and coughed even more and tired himself out), Aang pleaded with Katara to save him. 

“Please,” he had begged, tears in his eyes and pain etched into every surface of his face. “I can’t lose him, too.”

Katara had known Bumi would be fine with continued treatment; she was a healer after all, and this was a typical childhood cold. But Aang had flown into a worry spiral unlike anything she’d ever seen from him. She knew how important their children were—to each of them individually and to the world—but to see how the unlikely loss affected her young, strong husband was jarring.

She had placed baby Bumi in his arms, then, under his sash so that they were skin-to-skin, chest-to-chest. Immediately, both of them relaxed into each other. Tears still streamed down Aang’s face as he hummed an old Air Nomad lullaby but Katara watched the tension drain out of his muscles now that he could physically feel their child breathing. Alive. Okay.

Katara watched as that same tension evaporated from Aang now. Cupping Bumi’s head against him and stroking his back. She scooped up a bowl of jook and brought it to the table, pressing a kiss into Bumi’s wild head of hair. 

“Thanks, Mom,” he mumbled weakly.

“I love you, Boom,” she cooed. Tears pricked at her eyes and she quickly blinked them away before pressing a kiss to the top of Aang’s head too, and going back to the kitchen.

Kya and Tenzin had been down with colds for the last two days, and the kitchen was a bit of a disaster as a result. Katara took a deep breath, willing herself the energy to get the dishes washed and the counters wiped down.

“I can get it in a minute,” Aang reassured her, but she shook her head. He was right where he needed to be in this moment; she could handle the dishes. Just then, Tenzin toddled in, coughing.

“Mama! Water, pease?” 

She smiled as he raised his arms up to her. This was the precise reason the dishes hadn’t been done the day before—she’d had two sick and clingy children who needed their mama. Aang had tried to stay home and help, but a messenger hawk called him away by lunch and then he’d been kept at the council late into the evening. Bumi came home after school, took one look at the pile of sick children resting on his mother on the couch and said he was going to Uncle Sokka’s to work on his report, not returning until bedtime.

Katara scooped up her toddler and poured him a glass of water which he guzzled down. Hopefully Kya would sleep late and feel better when she awoke. She was already a creature of the night—often feeling the call of the moon and asking to practice her bending after the boys were in bed. It wasn’t unusual for her to sleep until midday on the weekends even when she was healthy. She took after her mother so much already.

Katara ladled another few bowls of jook, then took Tenzin’s now-empty glass and set it down on the counter to refill later. Tenzin played with her hair as she bustled around, tidying the kitchen, allowing their meal a moment to cool. She saw Bumi take a small bite out of the corner of her eye and watched him anxiously. He swallowed, then returned his head to Aang’s shoulder. Aang returned her look, but gave a subtle nod. I’ve got this, he said, wordlessly. He’ll be alright. 

Breathing a sigh of relief, she brought Aang his own bowl, which she knew he wouldn’t eat until after Bumi was safely in bed and he’d reheated it with firebending. Then, grabbing the bowls for Tenzin and herself while balancing the wiggly toddler on her hip, she took them into the larger, more formal dining room that was really only used when they had guests. It had plush orange pillows on the ground and a low table. She didn’t normally allow her children to eat in there, but since Bumi was ill, she didn’t want to risk a very messy Tenzin slurping or spilling his food and turning his brother’s stomach even more. Eating with small children definitely wasn’t for the faint of heart… 

Tenzin absolutely lived up to her predictions, too. By the end of their meal, she even had jook in her hair. She reminded herself that Tenzin was the least rambunctious of her and Aang’s children at this age as she wiped food out of his pajamas and summoned water to clean up the cushions they were sitting on before the rice mixture hardened. It seemed as though he had hardly gotten any of the food in his mouth, finding more enjoyment in flinging his spoon or painting with it. Not that she was surprised—he was so congested.

Eventually, she heard hushed voices and the scraping of a chair. Aang must be helping Bumi back to bed, she thought. Or he’s been sick again… She knew Aang could handle whatever the situation was, though.

Once the mess was cleaned up, she set Tenzin in the living room with his toys and tried again to start the dishes. She could feel a headache coming on but tried to will it away—she could not be sick, too. She didn’t have the time.

Already it felt like she’d taken more time off work in the last month than she’d spent at the hospital. And the Republic City council was beginning to get frustrated with Aang as well for his frequent absences. Being a working parent had always been difficult, but it was another level of anxiety when the kids were sick.

Tenzin came in and tried to cling to his mother’s legs as she worked, scrubbing dish after dish and setting them to dry. As she went to set another plate down on the counter, she found it landed in Aang’s hand instead and she grinned up at him.

“Thank you,” she said quietly as he began to dry each dish and put them away.

“Of course,” he said. “Bumi’s resting, now. He’s got a bucket in there just in case, but I think he should be okay now. I sent a hawk to Sokka to let him know, too.”

“Oh Spirits, thank you,” she sighed. She truly was grateful for a husband who took on so much of the work when kids were sick and didn’t need to be told what to do. Suddenly, she sneezed, and Aang looked at her with concern.

“I’m fine,” she tried to insist, but Aang already had his hand up against her forehead.

“No, you’re not,” he said, taking the same tone he had with Bumi not an hour before. “You need to go lay down, too. I’ll finish the dishes and send hawks to the hospital and the council that neither of us will be in, today.” He bent and lifted Tenzin off the ground, freeing Katara’s legs.

Katara set the bowl she had just picked up back in the sink and leaned heavily over the counter. She knew Aang was right. Aang wrapped an arm around her and she rested her head on his chest, allowing him to walk them all back towards their bedroom. 

The sound of Kya’s snoring greeted them, though it wasn’t as loud as it had been earlier. Katara hugged Aang, then squeezed Tenzin’s hand before collapsing back into her bed. 

“I’ll bring you a glass of water and some tea,” Aang whispered. “Call me if you need anything.”

“I love you,” she murmured.

Aang lovingly brushed her hair away from her face. “I love you too, Sweetie. Get some rest.”

When Katara woke up again, her throat was throbbing, and she felt achy all over. She rolled over and saw that Kya had left the room at some point. Her tea was still there. She took a sip to soothe her throat, but it was cold. Outside their room, Kya and Tenzin were bickering about some sort of toy configuration. 

Aang either sensed her movement or had perfect timing, because at that moment he opened the door and brought her a steaming bowl of soup. 

“How are you feeling?” he asked hesitantly.

“Worse,” Katara croaked. “This should help, though. Thank you. How’s Boom?”

“He’s still sleeping!” Aang chuckled after he shook his head and the concern over Katara’s state faded from his face. “He hasn’t been sick again since this morning. Kya coughed so hard a few times I thought she was going to be sick, but we’ve been safe so far. Tenzin seems to be doing much better.”

“That makes sense, since he was the first one to get it. Hopefully that means Kya isn’t too far behind.” 

Aang nodded then, noticing that Katara hadn’t had any of her soup yet, bent a mouthful up to her. She smiled when she noticed, rolling her eyes at his playfulness that she loved so much. She finally opened her mouth and allowed him to bend it in. It immediately warmed and soothed her and she sighed happily once she swallowed. 

“Now you have to stay healthy,” she said sternly. “We can’t afford to have everyone down but the toddler!”

Aang full-out laughed at that. “No,” he said. “That certainly wouldn’t do. Can you imagine all the furniture he would paint?”

“Or the ‘soups’ he would make in the sink?”

“Or how many cushions would be used for forts? Do you think we would even be able to walk through the house when he was done?”

“Ha! Probably not.” 

“Speaking of which, I should get back out there before they find a way to overturn hot soup all over themselves. Will you be okay?”

“I’m good. Thank you again for the soup. And for everything. I love you so much.”

“Love you too, Sweetie,” he said as he closed the door to their room once more.

Katara grinned. She felt terrible, but she was so glad that if she and the kids had to be sick, Aang was the one they had by their side through it all. She couldn’t imagine a better partner in these moments. He had his flaws—it was not easy to be married to the Avatar—but he also knew exactly how to cheer her up when she needed it.

#kataang #kataangtag #kataang fanfic #cloud family fanfic #sick cloudbabies #good daddy aang #pov katara #prompt fill

[littlebluespoon]

I GOT A STOMACH BUG BUT IM STILL DRAWING THE OCTO KIDS BECAUSE I WANT TO-

Call me cookin mama cause mamas cookin 😌

also I’m drawing the oldest son with long hair due to reader having been a bit disappointed that they had all boys before they had Mary and their other boys all having short hair while his was the longest (at the time being layered and going to his mid neck-ish) and he saw how sad reader was about it and grew his hair out (now it goes to about his lower man tiddies and is feathered at the top)

inspo

(Of course factoring in genetics and what he would look like from how I’ve seen König drawn and my oc lol)

Also I found some names for him

Aaron: mountain of strength (literally cause he’s basically a carbon copy of König)

Waren: loyal

Alexander: just because it’s a cute name lol

-🐙

OCTO! I answered this last night after taking my cold meds and I’ve just realised that tumblr never posted it! It was so good too 🥲

Anyway, highlights and some new stuff.

Alexander Warren! His name’ll mean loyal warrior! Reader taught him how to plait his hair and do all sorts of stuff and he taught his little sister.

The twins used to love playing hide and seek in it and burying themselves in his hair. They also enjoy just sitting on his head. If they were sitting on his head and Alex needed to do something then the twins would hold his hair out the way.

König can’t do his hair. He just keeps tangling it up, he’s all thumbs when it comes to it. Same with his daughters. But he keeps an eye on the products used and replaces them whenever they get low.

Personally for me I imagine Alex as tall as König but lithe. He’s got a sorta lord of the rings elf like quality to him. He’s strong but deceptively.

#bluespoonswriting #asks for blue #octo!könig #gonna need to write all this down so I remember #when it comes to the later chapters of stuck

[snapthistiger]

exercise 08102022

bike ride to the gym

15 minutes on the stationary bike

30 minutes on the step mill

bike ride to Kroger, then home

the gym workers received mini Reeses

top = city workers fixed the water leak but the sidewalk that i ride on to the gym is a mess

bottom = frog from this morning through the umbrella that he was sitting on

Ariel and oldest daughter and son in law have Covid.  Ariel seems to be doing ok.  daughter said that Ariel is tough as an anvil

i had a stomach bug today.  didn’t sleep well last night.  feeling better this afternoon.  probably should have stayed home from the gym but i hate to miss cardio Wednesday.  rested on the couch this afternoon.

thunderstorms are imminent.  Peanut inside to avoid the thunder and rain.

hope you have a peaceful afternoon and evening..

#exercise #fitblr #rfm

[thepropertylovers]

The Worst Stomach Bug of My Life

The last time I felt this sick was when I had covid last year, and even then, I don’t know if it felt like this.

For the last week, I have been in bed every day battling a stomach bug of some kind that, and I’m not exaggerating when I say this, felt like I was dying. I can confidently say that without fear of sounding overdramatic because my sister’s girlfriend had the same bug and said the exact same thing to me about how she felt.

It all started with our daughter, who got sick the night before we left the beach, and then our son threw up three times on the drive home the next day. A few days later, our daughter threw up again, this time in the middle of the night. Which then comes to me. I woke up last week and immediately felt sick to my stomach and ever since then, things went from bad to horribly bad. I was throwing up so violently that I was telling PJ I couldn’t do it anymore because of the pain. It hurt to keep throwing up, even though I knew that was the only way I was going to feel better.

Now that it’s been a week, I am probably 80% better. My stomach still feels nauseous, like if I just threw up again I would feel better, and for some reason I’m extremely fatigued and easily tired. Because of that last symptom, I took an at-home covid test to see if this was a weird form of covid, but it came back negative.

The only people in the house who haven’t gotten this horrible bug yet are PJ and our oldest son. I’m hoping they don’t get it because it’s pretty much awful in every way imaginable. PJ has been so sweet and making chicken noodle soup and taking over a lot of the family duties I usually handle. What would I do without him?

After a week of being in bed watching The Kardashians, I’m looking forward to feeling normal again and getting back to our regular routine. Hoping that starts today!!!

[kayla1993-world]

According to Sinha, Queen Elizabeth’s longevity at 96 was remarkable.

The average Canadian has a life expectancy of about 82 years. Actuaries estimate that someone who reaches the age of 90 will live for no more than six months on average.

Some are “lucky," dying suddenly from a major vascular event such as a heart attack or stroke, as opposed to something more chronic and protracted, such as dementia, which can take years to die.

Sinha was struck by how this monumental figure was still carrying on when he saw photos this week of Queen Elizabeth receiving Britain’s new prime minister, Liz Truss, two days before the monarch’s death.

She did, indeed, use a cane. The Queen’s “blue hand,” a dark blue, purplish discoloration on her right hand that some have speculated was evidence of peripheral vascular disease, a problem with blood circulation that can cause narrowing and blockages in blood vessels, was also much discussed.

Although her death appears to be unexpected, the Queen’s health had been deteriorating in recent years. Buckingham Palace said in a statement that her death was peaceful. There was no specific cause of death announced, and one is unlikely. 

The death of her “constant strength and guide” left a huge void in the widowed Queen’s life, her son Andrew would later tell reporters, and the Queen had a series of health problems in the months following Phillip's death.

She tested positive for COVID in February despite being fully vaccinated and boosted, and while she initially experienced mild cold-like symptoms, she later stated that the virus can leave one feeling “very tired and exhausted.”

She had an overnight in hospital in October for “preliminary investigations” and cancelled a royal visit to Northern Ireland at her doctor’s request, which she accepted “reluctantly,” according to the palace. 

Despite this, she only had minor illnesses during her reign, including a bout of gastroenteritis, and a stomach bug that sent her to the hospital for the first time in a decade in 2013. She was the world’s oldest leader. 

“She has changed slightly as a result of the pandemic and her recent mobility issues,” Hardman told the Washington Post. 

Any sudden death is unexpected. Frailty, on the other hand, weighs heavily in the elderly, according to Montero-Odasso.

According to Montero-Odasso, the Queen appeared frail in photos of her welcoming Truss to Balmoral Castle on Tuesday. "She appeared to have lost weight. Her mobility appeared to be worsening.”

“She’s not the same person she used to be,” he recalls thinking. “She’s deteriorating.”

That’s not surprising. Frailty is characterized by unintentional weight loss in the previous year, slow walking speed, and a general feeling of weakness and exhaustion. Eighty percent of people over the age of 90 have some degree of frailty, according to Montero-Odasso, “and when you have frailty, you have these inadequate responses to stressors, or noxa, in which a minor change can generate a huge change in your health, like death."

“Sometimes people die as a result of a fall. A person has frailty, is managing well at home, but has weight loss, weakness, and a balance problem, and they fall and break their hip."

[elkoanonloveslarry]

.

#it’s been a fucking week #oldest son had a stomach bug #youngest son ripped a hole in his mouth biting down on his toothbrush #our dog is having health issues and I found out today that the diagnostic vet bill and growth removal will be about $1600 #anything else universe?!

[stellisketches]

MCD Headcanons I have that have nothing to do with anything (part 2)

Travis and Kawaii~Chan are both Geminis

Katelyn once referred to Zane as ‘The sluttiest virgin I’ve ever had the mixed emotions of meeting”

Out of all the jurors, Janus has served for the longest amount of time

Ivan was the last one to join, and had only been working for Zane 3 years prior to the events of season 1

Garroth’s favorite food are cookies

Geese are the only animal Vylad is scared of, mostly because he was allergic to goose down before he became a shadow knight but the fear stuck with him

He found out he was allergic to goose down during a pillow fight

Laurance got dared to steal some of Zoey’s “enchanted mushrooms” and gave them to Aph and the other guards

Zane (pre-SK) has the second best alcohol tolerance in the Ro’Meaves

The first is Zianna, who can drink all three of her sons under the table

Vylad is a Taurus

Teony was a member of the Jury of Nine

After Jeffory died, it was Teony who took care of Abby for several years until Abby ran away as a teenager to get vengeance for her father

Zenix and Ivan are second cousins

Shadow Knights can regrow cut off limbs, but it takes fucking forever. A single finger would take a few months, and a whole arm may take years

Laurance proudly wears the title of “Meteli’s most shameless opportunist” bestowed on him by Cadenza

Shadow Knights are immune to fire and lava

Shadow Knights didn’t actually know they were immune to lava until Zenix stripped down to his birthday suit and jumped into one of the lava lakes in the nether.

He just assumed shadow knights were immune to it and couldn’t understand why Sasha was looking at him bug-eyed

Garroth would die before swearing in front of a baby

Dante is terrible with names

A good fourth of Meteli speaks in a Cajun accent

It took Cadenza 5 months to figure out what the fuck they were saying

Zoey has a 1920s transatlantic accent

Zane is 6’1

Zane stole communion wine when he was a teenager apprenticing for the previous high priest

Vylad and Garroth once let in a herd of sheep into the O’Khasian Cathedral

Vylad has babysat for Lilith on one (1) occasion

On a completely unrelated note, Lilith at the age of four is fully aware of how to make and throw a molotov cocktail

Vylad is also fluent in five languages (six if you count dead ones)

Travis is a pro at knitting

He once knit a blue scarf for Katelyn who begrudgingly accepted it, however later she could be barely convinced to take it off long enough to wash it

Garroth has never purposefully gotten high, but he has had one to many of Vylad’s “happy brownies”

MCD Eric is in a wheelchair but is still fully capable of beating the fuck out of the average man

Nicole won the gold medal for the Scaleswind Annual junior wrestling tournament when she was fourteen

If they were in a straight fight with no talking, Katelyn would win in a fight against Nicole. However, with talking, it would be easier to throw her off balance, which makes it a more even fight

Shadow Knights are taller in their SK form than in their human form and it’s usually dependent on how true they are to their SK emotions

After Vylad, Zane, and Garroth disappeared Zianna would leave small cakes for them in their rooms on their birthdays. The maids would usually just take them out when they cleaned, but Zianna liked to pretend that her boys would return, eat the cake, and then leave again.

She would also occasionally move stuff in Garroth and Vylads’ rooms because they were always messy.

Zane was somewhat of a neat freak

Elves and Fae make a killing selling ‘magick herbs’ in large cities

Katelyn is an angry drunk

Zianna was the second oldest of four siblings, though her older brother died when she was young

Chad invented bleach

Vylad has a stomach made of fucking iron. He once got dared to eat a handful of sewage for 3 silver ingots when he was twelve, and he devoured it in a single bite with a completely stone face

Despite his infernal snoring, Garroth is Phoenix Drop’s resident space heater and teddy bear; if you have either earplugs or a general disregard for your hearing canal, he’s good to have around in winter

Dante once walked into the main guard quarters at two in the morning on a particularly chilly night to find every guard in a gigantic dog pile of blankets and pillows centered around Garroth

Garroth is an ISFJ-T

Not really a headcanon, but you know how the 3-year time skip for Aph was 42 years for Laurance? Since we never got a 2nd reunion from them, and three(ish?) months have passed in the overworld, that a whole ‘nother two years at least until Laurance sees them again. Idk I just thought that was interesting

While Garroth’s are undeniably the biggest, there is a furious debate over who has the best tits in Phoenix Drop: Laurance or Aphmau

It has led to several dozen minor injuries, three major ones, and (allegedly) one death.

On a PH guard’s initiation night, they choose what side their on

There are two types of Shadow Knights when they’re in the overworld

The first are shadow knights who, after years of being surrounded by stifling heat, prefer to move north and only live in colder climates

The other type are the ones who die of hypothermia in 70° weather.

Ivy is 6′3

Logan used to smoke, but Donna was able to argue him into quitting

He still sneaks a cigar on special occasions

#minecraft diaries #aphmau #aphmau headcanons #minecraft diaries headcanons #garroth ro'meave #mcd garroth #kawaii chan #dante aphmau #laurance zvhal #aphmau vylad #vylad ro'meave #mcd vylad #zane ro'meave #shadow knight #nicole von ronsenburg #mcd headcanons #mcd laurance #mcd

[letarasstuff]

Breaking Protocol

(A/N): This was requested by an anon. I hope you like it, I really enjoyed writing for JJ for the first time :)

Summary: What will happen, if JJ isn't technically allowed to tell her family about the Anthrax Attack, but tries to do it anyways?

Warnings: Mentions of a sick child, Spencer eats Jell-O, so food

Wordcount: 1.8k

✨Masterlist✨ __________________________________

JJ always says that even though she is a communication liaison for the FBI, she is a mother first. This is something she promised her daughter when she first began to work there. And she is set on keeping that promise.

But today it turns out to be more difficult than ever. Hotch’s strict instruction to keep the information about the Anthrax Attack in the circle of the BAU and the military forbids the mother to say anything to her family. Still, her family is constantly on her mind.

If she is right, Will planned a trip with one year old Henry and 14 years old (Y/N) to the park. JJ can’t think about anything but her most important people in the world laying in the ER, coughing their lungs out and spluttering blood, while she is stuck at the office with the power to warn them.

Spencer comes into her office, asking for a certain file. “Spence, what would you do if your family is in potential danger?” He stops for a second to think about it: “Given the fact that my mother is in a sanctorium with guards and medical staff, I consider her pretty low risk and can’t put myself in a situation where she is in real danger. So I take all of you and since I see you as my family and the people that keep me going I think I would do anything to keep you safe.”

She looks up at him with her blue eyes. “Even if it means to break protocol?” “Especially if it means to break protocol”, he answers her firmly, exactly knowing what she means. Spencer knows that her little family means the world and more to her. If anything happens to them she would never be the same.

Meanwhile JJ sits there contemplating putting her job on the line for an eventually that maybe isn’t even true, Will runs around the house frantically.

“Maybe I can go and get some? I’m sure we can’t disturb mom at work”, (Y/N) suggests as she tries to console the crying Henry in her arms. Her stepdad considers the offer. They originally wanted to go to the park to have a small picnic and maybe even invite JJ to meet them there on her lunch break. But Henry caught something overnight and the only thing he does is crying and puking.

Will is looking for any kind of medicine, but he can’t find anything appropriate for children. “I guess you are right. Do you know which one we need? I’ll try to get him to sleep or calm down at least. Thank you so much, (Y/N), you are a lifesaver.”

“Of course, I do anything. When I get lost or something at the pharmacy I can still call you, right?” He nods while taking his son out of her arms in order for her to be able to put on her shoes. “Good, then see you soon. I’ll hurry up.”

(Y/N) takes her bike and decides to use the shortcut through the park. It’s a nice sunny day with a warm soft breeze going through the bushes. In moments like these the teenager knows that the world is alright. That somehow everything will be good. Always.

Buying the needed medicine for her baby brother takes place without any complications and soon she is back on track with her bike. Shortly before reaching her house, the teenager’s phone is ringing.

In case that Will needs something else (Y/N) has turned her ringtone on. Surprisingly it’s her mother, she sees after descending her bike and looks at the caller ID.

“Hey Mom, is everything ok? Did something happen?” As sad as this may sound, but in 90% it’s the case that she was hurt on her job or anybody else when she calls (Y/N) during her workday.

But JJ is relieved to hear her daughter safe and sound. “(Y/N), honey. Everything is fine. Did you go to the park with Henry and Will?” Slowly the girl continues her way back, pushing her bike. “No, we didn’t. Henry got sick overnight, so there is no way we could have taken him. I think it’s just a stomach bug. Will and I couldn’t find any medicine for him, so I did a quick run to the pharmacy. I’m actually on my way back right now. Why are you calling?”

Once again the mother tries to not answer her question. “Aw, poor Henry. Can you tell him that Mommy will be home soo- Wait, to which pharmacy did you go?”

Puzzled by her mother’s sudden harsh tone (Y/N) stops in her tracks. “Mom, what’s the problem? You never call me during work except when something happens. Is anybody in the hospital? Did you get kidnapped? Is this your last call to a loved one? Mom, answer me!” Panic sets in as the silence grows from JJ’s side.

“Honey, please tell me you didn’t go to the one on West Street. Please.” Her begging tone alarms the teenager further. Is this a clue?

“I did, Mom. I took my bike, went through the park to West Street. It’s the closest one and Henry really doesn’t feel good, so I had to hurry up. Can you please tell me what’s going on?!” But her mother stays quiet for several moments, as if she is calculating something.

Being finally fed up with her, (Y/N) speaks again: “If you don’t want to tell me anything, don’t bother call-” She is suddenly cut off by a huge coughing fit.

“(Y/N)? Honey, are you ok?” The agent’s mind goes into momma bear mode, completely ignoring any protocol in the world. But her daughter isn’t able to answer. Too stunned is she by the fact that she just coughed up blood. How is that poss-

“(Y/N), please answer me”, she begs again. “M-mom, I just c-coughed blood.” JJ feels like her heart stops. This can’t be happening.

“Stay calm, (Y/N). I- There- I’ll send people to you. They will come and get you. They will explain to you what this is, they know more about it than I do. I’ll call Will and tell him that you are not coming home. Penelope will ping your phone, just don’t move.”

After a few more reassuring words JJ hangs up and bolts into Hotch’s office. “Hotch, (Y/N) got infected, she rode her bike through the park and back to get medicine for Henry and I told her to stay where she is. That somebody is going to get he-”

Aaron stops her rambling by putting both hands on her shoulder. “I’ll let Doctor Kimura know. Meet them at the hospital.” “Bu-” Again he cuts the blonde off. “No buts. You always say that you are a mother first. Your family, especially your daughter, needs you now more than ever. Go and be a mother.”

Encouraged by her boss’ words she makes her way to her car, simultaneously calling Will to let him know what’s happening.

Shortly after this the small family sits in a hospital room. (Y/N) lays passed out on the bed, paler than anybody has her ever seen. JJ grasps her hand, mentally kicking herself for not calling sooner. For letting regulations destroy her family. Will holds Henry, who finally is asleep, in his arms and tries to console his girlfriend.

“You weren’t allowed to say anything. Also, I wanted to go to another park if Henry wasn’t sick. There was absolutely nothing you could have done differently.” His accent is thicker than ever.

Before she is able to respond, a nurse enters the room with an inhaler in hand. “What is this?” Ever since (Y/N) was admitted to the hospital, the mother is careful to know what they give her and what not.

“This is a cure for this strand, Doktor Reid found it in Nichol’s office. We already tested it and it’s 100% effective.” More or less convinced JJ let’s the nurse do her job, watching her every move like a hawk.

And then they wait again. And wait. And wait for the cure to kick in. For (Y/N) to open her eyes. To be able to form a sentence. A coherent sentence without being interrupted by a coughing fit.

Once JJ leaves her bed reluctantly, Will forces her to take a walk and get a coffee from the cafeteria. On her way back she visits Spencer’s room, who is already awake.

“Hey Spence”, she smiles softly at him. He stops shoving a cup of Jell-O into his mouth to smile back. “Hi. How is (Y/N) doing?” A frown quickly spreads onto her face. “Still not awake. But the doctors say she will be fine. I wanted to thank you. If you wouldn’t have put your life on the line, none of the others would be alive. Thank you, for saving my daughter”, at the end the blonde’s voice breaks. She can’t imagine a life without her oldest child. Without anyone of her family.

“Hey, it’s alright. (Y/N) is fine. I’m fine. Everybody got their own happy end. Now go back to her, I’m sure she’ll wake up in no time.” She nods and gives him a hug before going back to (Y/N)’s room. There she sits back in her seat, handing her boyfriend his own cup of coffee.

A few minutes later a small groan is heard. “Can anybody turn off the sun? It’s unbelievably bright today.” Not registering what’s really happening, the teenager finds herself in a big family hug with Henry on her chest. “Woah, did I fall asleep during our picnic or something?”

JJ smiles through her tears of relief, seeing her daughter being her confused self again. “No, I’ll explain it to you later. Get some more rest, we’ll stay with you.” “Rest, this sounds nice.” Just a few minutes later (Y/N) is asleep again.

Luckily both she and Spencer make a quick recovery and even get a “Welcome Back to the Living” Party (organized by the one and only Penelope Garcia). From this moment on JJ makes sure to warn her family one way or another. Hotch generously lets it slip, acting like he doesn’t know about it after this close of a call.

In the end the only thing that matters is that they all are back to being healthy and make up for the missed picnic.

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[themonotonysyndrome]

The Queen’s Lynchpin

We’re getting to part 3 of the ‘Successors of the Future”! This week has gone back to being hectic so I could only write this part here and there for only a few hours. Still, I’m happy that I could finally finish it. 

And we have the names of MC’s and Yandere!Malleus children as well as his second wife and the other prince! Any piece of info from @tri3tri Second Wife AU is always fun to read! With that said, I’ll be adding their names into the 2 previous oneshots after this is posted so it’s all align. If you want to know more about this AU, please drop by at @tri3tri blog. Their content and drabbles are amazing!

Lastly, I think it’s alright if I don’t add the link and summary of the previous oneshots of this series in every new piece. The intro is just gonna be super long otherwise. But if you guys think that a link and summary it’s a good, please let me know I’ll be sure to add them in. 

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“Uh Mama? Have you been hearing... noises in the middle of the night?”

“You mean your sister talking to her mirror in her room in the dead of the night? Then yes, sweetie.”

MC smile, deeply amused, when her son let out a huge sigh of relief. “Oh, it’s just her talking to Ren.” 

“I’ll tell her to keep it down if she’s talking to Renata at night, don’t worry.” MC assured him with a pat on his head. 

“Thanks, Mama. Say, do you have any plans for today?” Lucien’s sudden question was a little odd to MC. The three of them have been staying in the house - only going out for a grocery run - lately, and she didn’t have any plans to change it. 

“Not really. I was thinking to catch up with some leftover work from the office before Monday comes. Why? Do you want to go anywhere?” MC inquire curiously.

Lucien is quick to shake his head. “Oh, no, no. Umm... Mama, you often look so sad lately. We know that having Ren away at Twisted Wonderland has been hard on you, so I just thought maybe we could all do something to help make you feel better.” He explains with a bit of hesitance, wringing his hands. It’s clear to MC that this is one sensitive topic that he didn’t want to unintentionally hurt her with. 

MC couldn’t help but smile at how thoughtful her little one is. Really, all of her children can be rowdy in their own way but at the end of the day, she always noticed that they tried so hard not to make her worry. But as the parent, it’s her honour to protect her children - not the other way around. Which is why seeing the hesitant expression on Lucien’s face tugs her heart. 

“Oh, Luci. I didn’t mean to worry you and your sisters. It’s just that...” MC paused for a moment to think on how to properly express her feelings. “None of you has ever been separated from me. The issue with your father is one thing, but I can’t help but fret about your oldest sister. Is she eating well over there? Sleeping early on a school day? Oh, but then again, she does have a habit of waking up around 2 in the morning looking for a snack if she sleeps too early.” MC bit her lower lip, she should have told Renata during their last talk to keep some snacks in her room in case she gets hungry. 

Ever since Renata had first contacted Sherrie and taught her the communication runes and she in return, taught her and Lucien on how to draw them on any mirror in the house, they all have been talking to Renata through the large, hanging mirror in the living room every day. 

“We can ask her if she’s been waking up in the middle of night after our dinner, Mama.” Lucien assured their mother. He took her empty tea cup and pour some tea from the still hot pot and push the porcelain cup back to her. They were having tea and a light meal in the kitchen after he had woken up from his nap. 

Sherrie passed on their invitation since she’s too busy livestreaming her latest game in her room. From below, they could hear her muffled voice. 

MC took a sip and hums thoughtfully. “You’re right, Honey. I’ll be sure to do that. Anyway, you mentioned a family activity - what do you have in mind?” Perhaps a distraction is just what she needed to get her mind off Malleus and the inevitable danger he’ll bring. 

Lucien’s eyes brighten in delight. Happy that he could do something to cheer her up. 

“I found this recipe recently and I was hoping that we can all cook together? It’ll be fun I promise!” He pleaded. Among all her children, Lucien is the only one with the knack for cooking. Sherrie can make simple meals whenever she wants. 

Renata, however, needs to be supervised even if she wants to boil a pot of water. 

“Sure! I’d love to. So what’s this recipe you want to cook?” 

Much later when it’s almost dinner time and Sherrie wrapped up her livestream, MC and Lucien are already in the kitchen preparing to cook. Curiously, she glances at the list of ingredients and steps for dinner that was left on the kitchen counter and her eyes bugged out at what they were going to make. 

“I feel like there are things that mankind should never attempt lest the price be their sanity. And this? This is it!” Sherrie shrieked, flapping the flimsy paper incredulously at them. MC is preparing the dough while Lucien makes sure they got all the ingredients out and ready. 

“What? Boba pizza sounds delicious!” Lucien rebuke with a small frown. “And beside, you won’t know if you like them if you haven’t try.” 

Sherrie just slap her forehead at his words, as if she couldn’t believe this. “I know you’re pretty crazy for boba teas but this is ridiculous! Pizza dessert for dinner? Can’t we have something normal, Mama?” She pleaded their mother. 

MC toss her a playful smile as she rolls the dough. “Well honey, it does sound pretty exciting when you said it. Pizza dessert!” When Sherrie’s face scrunched up in disgust, she tries to coax her daughter, “Aww, c’mon, honey. Look, you can order a delivery for yourself but come have fun with us! I’ll even let you toss the dough if you want.” 

Sherrie folded after that. Honestly, making pizza - of any kind - is always messy process, but her children are having fun with smudges of powder on their faces and MC felt her heart lighten just hearing them laugh. Dinner might be unconventional tonight, but it was worth it to see Lucien enjoy eating his pizza and Sherrie reluctant admittance that it tasted alright, if a bit weird. 

Once the kitchen is all cleaned up and their stomachs full, they settled in the living room. MC and Lucien watched as Sherrie used her old, red lipstick to draw the runes on the mirror. The surface rippled once, sinking the runes and reveal Renata in her pyjamas beaming at them. 

“Good evening everyone! How are ya’ll doing?” 

“Hi sweetie. We just had dinner.” MC said, glad that her eldest daughter still looks healthy and happy. 

“You wouldn’t believe what we had for dinner.” Sherrie interjects dryly. The 3 of them are sitting on the couch with MC in the middle. “It’s so weird!”

“But you liked it!” Lucien countered with a smug grin before turning to his oldest sister. “We had boba pizza! It was amazing!”

“Boba pizza!? Nooo! I can’t believe you all ate them without me! I’ve been wanting to try them!” Renata whines. “I wish we can pass stuffs through the mirror. Wait - I might be able to do something about that actually.” She goes on to mutter about needing to bully the headmaster again.  

The family traded what they did during the day, Renata assuring them that yes, she had a storage full of snacks in her room and that her favourite lesson so far is Flying class. Once that’s out of the way, MC asked her daughter, “How are your assignments? Is Leona-senpai’s son helping you out?”

When Renata told them that her History’s assignment partner is none other than Leona’s son, MC was a bit worried if he carries his father prejudice against Malleus towards her daughter, but Renata assured her that other than his funny attempts at posturing and warning growls, Bakari Kingscholar has been nothing but civil and helping out with researching and editing their papers. 

“Yup! We’re nearly done with our homework and I think we’re friends now? He’s a bit of tsundere which makes teasing him so much fun!” Renata giggled. “You know, just today we decided to have lunch together after our assignment and when I went back to my room and check my bag, there was a candy bar inside. He must’ve slip it in when I told him that I snacked often.” 

Sherrie immediately drop her phone. She was mindlessly browsing through her Twitter account while they talked, but her attention perk like a hound dog. “Whoa, whoa wait - he bought you food when you told him that you eat often? Me thinks he might like you, dude.” 

MC’s eyes widen and Lucien gape. Could that be true!? 

But Renata just rolled her eyes. “Oh please, I think he was thanking me for not making him do all the work. You know those tough guy acts? Yeah, it’s nothing special.” 

Sherrie tilt her head, clearly not believing it, but keep it to herself for now. 

“Being the only girl in a school for boys must be tough.” Lucien mused sympathetically. “I’m glad that you have a friend with you, Ren.” 

“Well, Diasomnia students has mostly been friendly yet distant with me so far. Probably because of this,” Renata twirl her fingers beside her horns to emphasise her point. “But it’s cool. So far, no one tries to bully me or anything. And by the way, I’ve been staying out of trouble, Cherry. I haven’t even landed myself in detention so far.” She proudly announced. 

“Yet.” Sherrie snickers. 

Lucien frowns at her. “Ren has been working hard, Cherry. She’s been sticking to your plans, right? I seriously don’t think she will mess it up.” 

“Nah, it’s all cool Luci. I’ve mostly been blowing off steam during Magishift. It’s super fun! I wish you guys could play too.” Renata said and then proceed to explain to her siblings what Magishift is all about. 

That’s another thing that MC had picked up as Lucien grew up. Despite how close her daughters are, they do bickers as sisters tend to and Lucien usually act as the mediator and peacemaker between them when things get too heated. 

MC couldn’t help wonder if her sweet boy would ever be like this if he was raised in Malleus’ castle.

The family talked a little more until it was getting late. After bidding each other goodnight and MC telling her daughter to keep herself safe, she ushered Lucien and Sherrie to their bed and tucked herself in. 

That night, she dreamt of a past memory. However in her dream, all 3 of her children are laughing and free as they grow in her world. 

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Now that Lucien thinks about it - he doesn’t really know what Sherrie plan is exactly. He’s aware that they’re doing their best to help Renata avoid being discover by their father as long as they can and Mama told her to make friends with the children of her old friends since they helped her out a lot during her school life in Night Raven College but other than that? He doesn’t know what they would do once father found out about their oldest sister. 

That particular though came back in his mind when he woke up from his sleep because he heard Sherrie giggling in her room. With blearily eyes, he checked the time on his phone and groan. 

It’s 3.15 in the morning. 

He push himself out of his warm bed with great difficulties and slowly padded towards Sherrie’s bedroom. 

He knocked twice and groan, “Sherrie? It’s seriously late. Why aren’t you sleeping yet?” 

“Shit, Luci-chan? Sorry, did I woke you up? You can come in if you want. The door is not locked.” 

With a tired grumbled, he swings open the door and zombie-walk to her sister who is sitting in front of her vanity table, talking to Renata. 

“Hey Luci! Sorry that we woke you up!” Renata apologised quickly, guilty that they’ve disturbed their little brother. “I was just reporting to Cherry that I found several hidden and unmarked paths that connects to father’s castle and to the outside world of the Valley of Thorns. I thought it might come in handy so I wanted to share it with her.” 

That sounds interesting to Lucien. He’s a little more awake now. “Did you use your spells to scout the area?”

“I sure did! Haven’t been caught by anyone or any bat so far.” 

“What... what does father’s castle look like?” Lucien couldn’t help but asked. It’s hard to believe that he and his family are actually royalty. That his Mama and sisters used to live in a castle. 

It’s still hard to accept that he’s actually a prince. 

“Gloomy.” Was Renata immediate reply. All her previous good humour vanishes and her hard glare surprises him. “We hardly get any sunshine because father controls the weather with his temper tantrums.”

“Not to mention that we had to live with basically strangers.” Sherrie added. “I never really feel comfortable around the castle’s staffs. Sure we got the family wing all to ourselves but we still had to deal with them.” Both Lucien and Renata understand her unspoken words: having to deal with judgemental strangers is difficult. 

“What are you going to do once father founds out you’re in Twisted Wonderland, Ren? Are you going to go hiding?” Lucien asked. 

It’s Sherrie who answered him, “No. We’re going to make sure that he can’t forcefully take Mama or any of us back to the castle. I just need a little more info and we can act once the 3 of us are in Twisted Wonderland.” She explains. 

“We suspect that once Cherry hits sixteen, the Ebony Carriage will also pick her up and by that time I’ll be in my second year as a student here. If that’s the case, we just need you here and then it’s the second phase.” Renata took over explaining here. “Rumours spread fast in Night Raven College, but it’s not going to reach to father. He’s in an isolated country. Well, not until he’s here.”

Lucien blink, now lost. “He? Who’s he?” 

“We have a halfbrother - Victor. He’s the same age as you, Luci-chan. Looks like father didn’t waste any time getting his second wife pregnant.” Sherrie said with a smile that honestly send cold shivers up his spine. It’s sweet with a poison laced underneath. Lucien seen this smile only once. A girl from school tried to blackmailed and bullied her into doing her biddings. 

He heard that the girl was transferred to another school in a different state soon after when news broke out that she was selling drugs with her boyfriend to the students. 

Lucien would like to believe that the incident had nothing to with his sister, but he’s seen what she does for Renata whenever she lost her homework or to the English Literature teacher that had an issue with her. 

So Lucien needed to asks this. “Are you... are you going to hurt him?” His voice is soft and careful. 

Through the mirror, Renata eyed Sherrie in which his second sister leans into her chair and relaxes. “I won’t, don’t worry. After all, he’s not at fault.” 

Words are Sherrie’s favourite playthings and at that moment, Lucien hopes she means it. 

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Funny enough, I’ve been calling S/N (Lucien) as Luciel because it means light and I HC that MC sees him as the unexpected light that Malleus gave her. Her daughters are a treasure but Lucien serve as MC’s light. It’s fate! 

So far for Lucien, my main reference for him are two people actually. Dead Master from Black Rock Shooter and Nisha Labyrinth from Elsword! 

Will expand more on them as I continue to write. Also, I’m shit when it comes to timeline and ages so here’s my rough idea so far:

Renata = 16 years old (first-year student)

Sherrie = 15 years old

Lucien = 13 yeard old

I’ll change the kids’ age if Tri reveal them on their blog.  

#twisted wonderland #fanfic #twst mc #malleus draconia x mc #twst kids #Malleus and MC kids #yandere malleus draconia #Draconia Family series #Second Wive AU

[justactsupernatural]

The Ax

- Based on the fact that Alan has an honest to God ax on the wall next to his bed (even if it is like a collectable from his game) that I believe is a 100% real blade and he knows how to throw it

- And we know that he can use it because it was showed in Endgame (Season 3, Episode 11) so…yeah

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They had no idea where it came from, because none of them bought it for him and they know for a fact that he didn’t order it online, it just appeared one day on the wall above his bed, with no explanation on the how, when, or where.

He never answered their questions about it, deflecting until the topic was forgotten or something else came up, not even Kayo managed to get an answer, and Kayo always got answers.

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 Gordon was the first to see it, and, after questioning his brother with no success, he decided to raise the subject at dinner.

“So, are we going to talk about the ax on your wall or are we just supposed to ignore it?” he not so subtly asked Alan, causing the attention of everyone else at the table (including John’s hologram) to turn their eyes in their direction.

“The what?” asked Scott, his tone of voice and the way his eyebrows were disappearing into his hairline showing his obvious ignorance and shock on the subject. The rest of the table wasn’t any better, everyone with varying degrees of surprise and/or concern in their faces (if it was for the youngest Tracy’s security or their own no one knows) at the aquanaut’s comment.

“The ax on my wall” said Alan without missing a beat and happily shoving another spoonful of ramen inside his mouth, blissfully ignorant of the alarmed looks sent his way. “Alan why the hell do you have an ax on your wall?” asked Virgil, looking thoroughly disgusted when the blonde tried to speak with his mouth full before realizing he would have to swallow to answer “Why not? The space next to my guitar was empty and the ax fit, besides, it would have gotten dusty in the closet” replied the teenager shrugging his shoulders.

“I think what Virgil meant is why do you have an ax at all and where did it come from?” said John, turning slightly to check something in one of the monitors in Five before looking back at his fellow star-lover sibling.

“Wouldn’t you like to know” replied Alan cheekily before taking his empty plate (the third one, his stomach really was a bottomless pit) before excusing himself and going to his room, leaving everyone to look after his retreating back and wonder just what the fuck.

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 After carefully paraphrased questions and no answers, six months later they still had no clue where the ax had come from and why Alan had it. The youngest Tracy insisted that it was firmly secured to his wall and it wouldn’t fall on top of him and chop him up like pork while he slept (starting with the fact that he slept on the floor more often than not), so he was allowed to keep it.

Life kept going and the knowledge of the ax hanging on Alan’s wall became one of those things Scott talked about on his whiskey and complaining meetings with Colonel Casey, but there was no other mention on it, aside from the time John told them he figured out it was a toy from the video game their little brother was always playing (Cave Trek or something like that).

With the reassurance that the double-blade ax was a toy and presented no real, sharp threat to the resident astronaut’s life, rescues and other shenanigans kept happening on Tracy Island as normal.

And then the spider happened.

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 It wasn’t common for all the earthbound brothers to be at the house at the same time with no rescue taking any of them away, but it appeared that whoever was out there ruling the universe decided that giving the four Tracy brothers a good scare was funnier than only scaring one of them.

Virgil saw the spider first, screaming his head off and yelling at Scott to kill it while climbing on top of the couch to escape the bug; the brunette, who at the moment had been doing some paperwork on his desk, looked up to see what the commotion was all about.

Alan and Gordon had been playing a rather aggressive hand of Go Fish in the kitchen table before deciding that laughing at his older brothers’ shenanigans was more interesting, only to have any amusement in them die at the sight of the arachnid.

That thing could only be a demon trying to take a physical appearance because the size of its body was not normal.

With a newfound respect for Mother Nature and all her creatures, the four boys slowly moved towards the staircase that would take them to their rooms, moving with a synchronization that could only come from years of working rescues together. But the spider saw through their plans and attacked.

Separating and looking around to try and spot the arachnid before realizing it was nowhere in sight, the brothers jumped on the table and formed a circle to try and see where the spider could come from at all angles.

“Wait!” screamed Alan “I have an idea, I’ll be right back!” with that, he turned and ran towards the stairs and their rooms, leaving his brothers behind. Ignoring the outraged and betrayed cries of his fellow spider-kidnap victims, the blonde ran up the stairs and disappeared down the corridor.

“Coward” screamed Gordon, turning to look at the remaining two before looking to the couch and walls to try and spot the home invader. “Now what? I can’t find it and I am not getting down from this table if we don’t kill it” said Virgil while holding a pillow in front of him, mimicking a shield.

“Look we just need to reach the holo-phone and call Grandma or Kayo, they can find it and kill it and then we can ju-OH MY GOD IT’S THERE!” hollered Scott, jumping out of the way just as the spider jumped in his direction. The other two scrambled off and started walking backwards towards the kitchen, never losing sight of the arachnid.

The demon spawn followed them slowly, climbing to the floor before making its way across the wall leading to the kitchen and corralling the brothers when there was a sudden yell from the balcony upstairs.

“Get down!” dropping to the floor without a second thought, the three of them heard a whoosh over their heads and an inhuman screech followed by the sound of running footsteps. Slowly rising and turning to look, they saw what could only be the remains of the spider, nailed to the wall by a very real and sharp looking ax.

Alan reached them and grabbed the ax, pulling out of the wall and grimacing at the spider bits that clung to the blade. Looking at their baby brother, Scott could only register one thing in the whole situation “IT’S A REAL AX?!”

“Uh…yes? What other kind would it be?” responded Alan with a not-so-subtle condescending tone to his voice.

“WE THOUGHT IT WAS A TOY!” apparently, the oldest Tracy was far from calming down and he had more to say “WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU HAVE A REAL AX HANGING OVER YUR BED ALAN?! AND WHY WOULD YOU THROW IT AT US?! YOU MADE A HOLE IN THE WALL!”

“Ok, first of all it’s not going to fall alright? Its pretty secure” started the blonde, ticking off his fingers with each point made “second of all, I know how to throw an ax Scott, I’m not going to chop your head off” rolling his eyes the youngest Tracy walked over to the wall and continued “and third, we can just cover it up” moving the big pot slightly to the right, the astronaut successfully covered the hole.

“There is still spider in it” pointed out the resident aquanaut, a confused and slightly disgusted look on his face.

“Meh, I’ll clean it up later” stated the blonde ax-thrower before turning back to his brothers with a smile.

“I’m too sober for this” sighed Scott, pinching the bridge of his nose and turning towards the kitchen, Virgil at his heels.

Turning towards his fellow blonde, Gordon looked Alan up and down before focusing on the ax and nodding slightly “Cool” with that, he turned and followed his older brothers.

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 That incident was the first of man, and a lot of the pots, tables, jars, paintings, and decorations throughout Tracy Island were moved a few inches to the right or to the left, rescues keeping them from fixing the walls or floors.

So, it was only natural that they completely forgot to tell their father about this when he came back.

“Why is there a hole in the wall?” asked Jeff Tracy perplexed, holding the painting he was trying to admire more closely while looking at his sons for an explanation.

Turning to look at Alan, the other four brothers turned around and left, leaving the blonde to explain to their father the reason behind the many, many, many holes in the villa.

“Well…you see Dad, there was this spider”

#alan tracy #Scott Tracy #John Tracy #Gordon Tracy #jeff tracy #Virgil Tracy #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds 2015

[runenc03]

Four

Writing date: around October 2020, I think? Not sure tbh, lol

Genre: fluff

Warnings: no warnings! :)

Word count: 3.1k 

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The first time you saw him with a baby was in the hospital. You were four, nestled in your mum's lap beside your godmother's hospital bed. You watched with big eyes as your godmother gave her second - barely one day old - son to her firstborn, who took his little brother eagerly but gently, making sure to support the baby's head at all times just like his mum had told him to do. You smiled, he suddenly looked so big in comparison to the small baby in his arms.

"They grow up so fast"

That was your mum, complaining to your godmother - her best friend since kindergarten. Your smile morphed into a grin as she put one of her arms around you, rocking you from side to side, as if she was trying to shrink you to match the little baby in your best friend's arms. Needless to say, she failed miserably. You were a big girl after all.

"Tell me about it. They're already going to school! Not that it isn't nice to see them grow up, but, well, I missed having a baby in the house. As hard as it is, it makes me feel so empowered, taking care of such a small miracle..."

Your mum nodded, a nostalgic gleam in her eyes. You smiled too, knowing you'd been that baby for your mum, a long time ago of course. The baby in your best friend's arms started fussing, not quite crying but not as happy as possible either, and you recognised the fleeting panic in your best friend's eyes. It was the same look he'd had when the teacher asked him to show his teddy bear to everyone - you knew he was very protective of his stuffed friend and only wanted to share it with you. Your godmother quickly took the baby from her oldest son's arms, naturally taking him into her arms, and started breast feeding him. Your best friend moved as well, crawling through the hospital sheets to get closer to his little brother once again, placing a kiss on his forehead, as if to say sorry for whatever he'd done wrong.

As you watched the scene in front of you, you heard your mother's 'aww', but your smile faltered a bit. The kissing on the forehead was something exclusively for the two of you, or so you'd thought. Was he going to forget all about you now that he had his own personal playmate at home? Were you going to become just another girl in your class he was scared he'd get cooties from? He'd always assured you that the two of you were an exception to that, claiming it was because your mum was his godmother and vice versa, or something like that.

You decided you'd seen enough for now and wanted to take a nap. Turning your head to the side, you readjusted your head to lay on your mum's chest, closing your eyes and - after checking to make sure no one was paying attention to you - sucking on your thumb before slowly falling asleep.

You weren't sure how much time had passed since you fell asleep, but when you woke up, your godmother was asleep and your own mum was scrolling through her Facebook feed on her phone. You rubbed your eyes, trying to push away the last remnants of sleep in them, and focused on your best friend. He was still sitting cross-legged on the hospital bed, looking every bit as energetic as he did whenever the two of you ate a bit too much sugar. Again, his gaze was turned to the baby, a small smile playing around his lips. You decided with a frown that you still didn't want to talk to him, stubborn as always. You closed your eyes again, pretending to sleep.

"You know, buddy, mummy says you'll have to learn to walk first, but as soon as you can, I want to take you with us on our adventures. 'Us' is my best friend and I. She's sitting here as well, you see? Our mum is best friends with her mum, just like I'm best friends with her. She's my best friend though, so you can't be her best friend, I'm sorry, but you can play with us! She's the best in playing tag, oh and also in telling stories! You should ask her to tell you a story sometime. Mum also told me it'll take a while for you to be able to speak, but I can ask her for you if you want to..."

And as much as you tried to fake being asleep, your smile won.

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The second time you saw him with a baby was on an indoor ice skating rink.

Okay true, he wasn't holding a baby, but you were both sixteen and he had grown so tall over the years that everyone looked like a baby in comparison to him. You were no exception to that by the way, but you'd never admit that in his presence. About a year ago, your town had decided they wanted to present themselves as a place where all children could grow up in peace while having fun, and so they came up with the idea to organise little holidays for kids. Your best friend had instantly loved the town upon learning that they still needed young adults to go with the kids as supervisors. He'd bugged you for weeks, claiming it would look just as good on your resume as any other thing you, as a responsible teen, had planned to do during the holidays, and so you found yourself living the first day of said holiday, on an ice rink, surrounded by exactly 19 kids, a dumb grin on your face because you were having way more fun than you originally anticipated.

You were shaken out of your stupor by a little girl tugging at your gloved hand to get your attention. She pointed towards the large clock hanging above the ice rink, and you were reminded of your promise to buy everyone a hot chocolate at 4 pm. Your best friend had shaken his head a little, trying to let you know that you were an idiot for giving kids hot chocolate in summer, but you'd just shrugged your shoulders, a provocative smile around your lips.

"Just because you had to vomit that one time we each drank an entire bottle when we were 8, doesn't mean it's a safety risk for every child."

You took the girl's hand with one of your own and whistled to let all the kids know you were taking a break from skating. The result was 18 kids bolting to the door of the cafe connected to the ice rink. 18 kids, your entire group except for one. You turned around after counting them, looking to see where your last kid had gone to. They were normally all very quick to gather around you upon hearing your whistle.

"Don't worry, we're coming!"

That was your best friend of course, yelling from the other side of the ice rink. You noticed suddenly that this was the first time you'd actually seen him interacting with one of the kids today. Before, you'd been so busy learning names by heart and organising everything that you hadn't paid attention to how good he actually was with them. You felt a weird move in your stomach, like a tingle quickly shooting through it, but you decided to ignore that.

The 19th kid out of your group - her name was Alicia - couldn't ice skate. Her posture was awkward, her legs wobbly, her face the same as yours that one time your best friend had convinced you to go on a rollercoaster with 4 consecutive loops. You honestly felt sorry for her, although you expected that the panicky look in her eyes would soon be gone because you thought your best friend would just pick Alicia up, she probably didn't weight more than the ice skates themselves.

You raised a brow when he crouched down to whisper something in her ear instead of carrying her to the other side of the rink. You watched intently, seeing a small smile slip onto Alicia's face, her hand grasping onto his as firmly as she could. And then, very tentatively, she let her right foot glide forward. Then her left, and the right one another time. Her smile broadened, before quickly slipping away because she started swaying on her feet again. Your best friend immediately reacted though, steadying her on her feet and saying something that sounded a lot like "don't give up!"

You suddenly knew what you had to do. You started yelling to Alicia, clapping in your hands, sending encouraging words her way, and soon all the other kids followed, cheering on their friend. The closer Alicia got to the group, the bigger both the sound echoing in the rink and the smile on her face.

Once Alicia reached the other kids, she got tackled into a group hug, and your heart warmed at the sight. This was only day one and they were already such a close-knit group.

A soft hand on your shoulder and a warm breath on your ear made you focus again.

"I believe someone deserves some hot chocolate."

You were about to rub in his face that your idea had been brilliant, but the words were stuck in your throat when you finally looked at him.

"You are brilliant."

His eyes twinkled, and you knew you wouldn't be able to stop the heat from residing in your cheeks for the rest of the day.

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The third time you saw him with a baby was in your neighbor's house. In this case, you had just turned 20 and the baby was more of a toddler, but you didn't want to ponder the details: it was cute.

You were actually supposed to be studying for your exams, but your best friend had asked you if he could come study with you, and foolishly you had agreed, convincing yourself you'd be able to motivate each other. What started as a study session transformed into a pillow fight, and, when your neighbour called you to ask if you could come over to look after her toddler, it ended up being a babysit date.

You looked at the clock above the fireplace, already getting a headache at the prospect of having to study all night in order to keep up with the schedule you had sworn to follow. If it had been up to you, you would've just been honest with your neighbour. She liked you a lot and wouldn't have minded if you'd just honestly told her that you were in the middle of your exams. Your best friend, however, had immediately agreed to babysit, telling your neighbour that the two of you would take good care of her baby. Truth be told, the woman's relief had been visible on her face, and it did make you feel good to take care of someone else.

"Hey buddy, it's getting late, and your mummy told us to get you in bed on time. What about this: we go get you ready for bed now and if you're quick enough, I'll read you a bedtime story. How does that sound?"

You watched your best friend almost being knocked down by the eager boy. As the toddler ran to the bathroom on his chubby legs, your best friend threw his head back in laughter, dimples in his cheeks. Your stomach did something strange, as it usually did nowadays whenever you were in his presence, but you ignored it. You had to focus on the little one now, you could dwell on your emotions later on.

Your best friend's strategy worked. Within a quarter of an hour, you'd managed to put on the little boy's pyjamas, brush his teeth, go to the toilet with him, and get him into his bed. You tucked him in, making sure all his stuffed animals were in the right place as you did so, and giving him a kiss on his forehead.

"Are you reading a story for me?"

You chuckled, and you heard a lower voice behind you match yours. He came up to you and your young neighbour then, a gigantic book in one of his hands. You swiftly noticed the veins on his under arm, and turned your head, forcing yourself not to get distracted. You weren't even together for God's sake, you should actually be able to keep yourself in check.

"Once upon a time, in a kingdom far, far away from here, there was a dinosaur called Inky. He was the most beautiful dinosaur you could ever imagine, with big, blue eyes, green skin and two gigantic wings. Inky ..."

Your eyes took in the scene in front of you, your small neighbour watching your best friend intently, eyes wide with wonder, sometimes giggling a bit when the story was particularly funny or when the narrator imitated Inky the dinosaur.

By the time Inky's adventure was over, the toddler had already fallen asleep, his breathing evening out, a content look on his face. Making as little sound as possible, you both tiptoed out of the door, keeping it ajar in case the little one wanted to come to you.

As you sat down on your neighbour's couch, your best friend wrapped an arm around you, and you leaned into him. You didn't say anything, it wasn't necessary. A new episode of peppa pig started on tv, and you stared up at him. His eyes stared back, full of unspoken promises.

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The fourth time you saw your best friend with a baby was in your own house. Today was actually supposed to be all about your 25th birthday, but your party had ended up being about something entirely different, although you wouldn't have traded the day for something else even if you could have. You had started the day off together by preparing some snacks for your guests, but those preparations had quickly come to a halt as you'd gotten a call from the adoption agency, stating that some things had shifted rapidly, resulting in you being able to bring home your baby that exact day. If everything would go smoothly, the baby would be officially your child within a few weeks to months. As exciting as the day had been, it had also been tremendously exhausting, and so that's how you found yourself waking up from your slumber on the couch, your watch telling you it was only 9 pm. Embarrassingly early. When you let your eyes travel further than your own wrist, the first thing your vision fell on was the mass of congratulations cards scattered on the table. Oh, how people had probably stressed themselves out, trying to find a different kind of congratulations card last minute. You grinned, a warm feeling you could only identify as true happiness spreading in your chest.

A gurgling sound made you look to the left, your smile unfolding completely now. Sitting in the armchair was your best friend, holding a baby with dark, curly hair in his arms. The baby was staring at her dad with big eyes, as if trying to drink in as many details as possible, learning every crinkle and dimple by heart.

She was claiming him as her dad.

Your best friend didn't need to look away from his daughter to know you had woken up. He simply brought one hand to the baby's stomach, slightly tickling her there, and her small gurgling sounds intensified, her legs wiggling as if trying to get away, but not having enough strength yet.

"Look darling, mummy is awake. Now I need to share you again."

His face morphed into a fake pout, and the baby, your baby, stopped her gurgling, trying to figure out why her dad suddenly wasn't smiling anymore. Too late, your best friend realised his mistake, but his attempt to cheer her up again was to no avail, she started fussing, and even though you'd never done this and she had come way sooner than you had anticipated, you knew that that wasn't a good sign.

"Give me my daughter please, I missed her."

Your best friend handed her to you, and you gently bounced her in your arms, kissing her little forehead. Instead of going back to sit on the couch, you went to your dinner table, now morphed into a congratulations card holder. You sat down on one of the chairs, turning your daughter around so she had a good view of the table herself.

"You see that sweetie? All for you, all those people already love you! Isn't that nice?"

You traced her cheek with your finger, and she grabbed onto it with her fist. You observed how both of your skin colours contrasted. Though that was only a coincidence seeing as children of all skin colours got adopted, you loved it, loved the variety of it. While your skin might not match your daughter's in colour, it matched in beauty.

On the other side of the room, soft snores were coming from your best friend's lips. That's right. After all these years, he was still your best friend. Not just your best friend, but not more than your best friend either. To you, he had always been a special someone, you had always loved him, from the day he had been your friend in kindergarten to your partner and the father of your child now.

At the end of the day, those names were only labels, a way for society to put feelings into boxes. The thing is, feelings aren't made to be put into boxes. Love is love, and there are different kinds of love, yes, but one isn't necessarily less important than another. You loved that man just as much now as you had as a toddler, the feelings had just evolved, you had moved several boxes, and now fit into 'family'. Or maybe not entirely, your skin colours didn't all match, after all.

You grinned. Your daughter would grow up knowing the concept of love. Not in boxes, but in all its beautiful, overflowing, free glory.

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[for-emilia]

Merry Christmas.

the final dayyyyy 💃🏻 i love you, merry christmas xx

“Mama,” Isaiah whispered, standing next to Emilia’s sleeping figure in the huge king sized bed.

“Dada,” he moved around to the other side of the bed, knowing Dele always told him not to disturb Emilia while she was sleeping, but he decided Christmas morning must be an exception, “wakey wakey.”

He was still being surprisingly quiet despite all of the excitement pent up in his tiny body, tapping the pillow next to Dele’s head to wake him up more. The huge smile across his first baby’s face that greeted him as soon as he woke up, clad in his Christmas pyjamas with slightly messy curls on the top of his head was enough to melt Dele’s heart at 7 in the morning.

“Hey, bug,” Dele blinked, looking him up and down first to check he was okay and he wasn’t waking him up for some emergency, “Merry Christmas bud.”

“Dada, it’s Christmas!” he wiggled in place in front of Dele doing some sort of excitable dance, unable to contain himself at the thought of the day ahead.

“Shall we wake up mama?” Dele smiled, checking the time on his phone before lifting up the duvet cover for him to crawl into bed with the couple.

“You do it,” Isaiah whispered, cuddling into Dele under the warm covers for a moment.

Del smiled at Issa, rolling him over slightly to lie on the outside of the mattress and giving him a kiss on the side of the head before so leaning over to Emilia and waking her up gently.

“Mi vida,” Dele brushed his thumb over her face, ducking down and kissing her on the lips a few times like he did every morning, “Merry Christmas.”

“It better not be 5 in the morning,” she grumbled, leaning subconsciously into Dele’s touch and pouting her lips against his own.

“No it’s just past 7,” he laughed against her lips, “bugaloo has snuck in.”

“Oi you, where’d you come from?” Emilia sat up and reached over to where Isaiah was patiently waiting, tickling his stomach and smiling as he tumbled over Dele to cuddle into his mother.

“Did you come with Santa Claus? Are you one of the elves?” Dele teased, thinking about whether Mabel would wake up or if he’d have to go and get her.

“Merry Christmas, mama!” the small boy beamed, getting engulfed in the duvet and plethora of pillows behind them.

They both knew his energy levels plus the excitement of Christmas morning wouldn’t uphold waiting much longer until Mabel and Ora woke up naturally.

“Shall I go and get the girls?” Del yawned, leaving his wife and son in bed together for a moment while he went to go and get their other two babies.

He slowly crept into Mabel’s room first and kneeled on the floor next to her bed, stroking her face gently just like he did to Emilia and combing his fingers through her hair softly.

“Good morning, madam,” Dele cooed as she woke up, “Merry Christmas.”

The second she realised it was Christmas morning and Dele was standing in front of her, she shot up in bed, very quickly shaking off the sleep.

“Dada!” she said in a small voice, wrapping her little arms around his neck and saying in his ear, “is it Christmas?”

He answered her question and picked her up, out of bed, putting the small girl on his hip and asking if she wanted to go into their room with Emilia and Isaiah or go with him and wake up Ora.

“Noey,” Mabel spoke into Dele’s neck where her head was nestled, pointing towards her sister’s bedroom.

They often woke up Ora together while Emilia was dealing with their energetic 5 year old, and it never got less cute. Dele opened the door and strided over to Ora’s large crib in the perfectly decorated room, lifting Mabel over the side to sit at the end of her bed to wake her up whilst Dele opened the curtains and sorted other bits out.

“Noeyyyy,” Mabel cooed, reaching to the side to get Eric the Elephant and begin waking Ora up. She was the most peaceful sleeper and loved mornings the most, none of the 4 other Allis possibly understood how she was such a ray of sunshine seconds after waking up.

After a few seconds, she smiled in her sleep, stretching out her arms and yawning, slowly blinking her eyes open before immediately giggling and reaching out of Mabel and Eric.

“Merry Christmas, little love,” Dele reached over the side of the crib, lowering the side so Mabel could climb out and wait for her father to pick up the little 6 month old baby. Ora clung to Eric, clearly not wanting him to miss out on the festivities and kicked her legs excitedly against Dele as they wandered back into the master bedroom.

“Bel! I got our stockings!” Isaiah rambled as soon as he saw the 3 walk through the bedroom door, “there was one for Ora too!”

Dele made eye contact with his wife and just laughed. Neither of them were massively fussed about Christmas before kids, but the first Christmas after they had Isaiah, everything changed. The little bubbly bundle of joy loved Christmas, and they found themselves beginning to love it too. Just to see the vast smile on his face all day, the excitement only multiplied as they had more children over the year. It was on another level of stressful but it was beyond worth it.

Isaiah and Mabel sat at the end of their parent’s bed opening their stocking presents, gushing over what Santa had brought them and showing each other everything they’d unwrapped. Ora sat in between Emilia and Dele, cuddling Eric the Elephant close and laughing and clapping even though she didn’t really understand what was going on, but could feel the atmosphere of happiness and love, and that was more than enough to satisfy her.

“Mama, look at all of the dinosaurs,” Isaiah smiled so sweetly, lining up each dinosaur he was unwrapping and itching to play with already.

“I know baby! I don’t think Santa realised just how many dinosaurs there were,” she eyed Dele, remembering when they were cuddled up scrolling through Amazon, overwhelmed with the array of different species of dinosaur toy and not even knowing where to start, Dele wanting to make a tier list of which ones looked the coolest in his opinion before Emilia called him stupid and just ordered a bumper pack.

The couple helped Ora open her presents in the stocking, the little toys and blankets they knew she’d like, cooing at her little chubby cheeks and sparkly eyes as she took everything in.

“Thank you, Father Christmas,” Mabel shouted, pointing her head up to the sky despite her and Dele already having the conversation yesterday that he didn’t in fact live in the sky, he just flew in it in his sleigh on Christmas Eve.

“Thank you, Santa Claus,” Isaiah followed, giggling and cuddling his new dinosaur toys close to his body.

“Shall we go downstairs and see if he’s left you anything under the tree?” no sooner had Emilia spoke the words, Isaiah and Mabel were scrambling to the door, leaving the mess of wrapping paper behind them to deal with later.

The 5 of them made their way down the stairs, marvelling at the footprints leading from the fireplace to the Christmas tree and how the treats they left out for Santa and Rudolph were all gone, not to mention the little piles of presents on either of the two sofas for the two oldest children. They never went over the top for Christmas, not feeling the need to clutter their house with shit they wouldn’t use and spending unnecessary amounts.

They opened their presents with an abundance of enthusiasm. Mabel talking about how stylish Santa’s elves must have been to pick her out some nice clothes while Isaiah showed Dele his new little Jordan’s, showing each other the books they got for their parents to read at bedtime from the ‘Little People, Big Dreams’ collection (Mabel got Coco Chanel, Rosa Parks and Pele and Isaiah got David Attenborough, Martin Luther King Jr and Muhammad Ali), Mabel trying on her little version of Rapunzel’s wedding dress and Isaiah putting on his Ironman costume Dele picked out for him in the hopes someone in the house would like Marvel with him, Mabel shouting about how excited she was she had a little play coffee machine to make with dada in the morning while Isaiah was shooting toy cars across the room down the little garage ramp into the car wash… it was chaos in the best way.  

It reached around 10:30am and Ora was still loving her new elephant rocker, toddling every so often holding onto her little toy wheelbarrow Dele and Emilia knew she would drag around the garden with her in a few months' time when it wasn’t so cold and she was slightly bigger. All of the excitement and adrenaline had tired them out and, quite frankly, Emilia and Dele needed a moment’s silence to get ready for the day and organise the rest of the big day, so they put all 3 babies down for a nap.

“Can we nap with them?” Dele laughed, getting out the children’s Christmas Day outfits ready for when they wake up and getting dressed himself while Emilia did her makeup.

“I wish,” she giggled, glancing behind her in the mirror as Dele stood with just his jeans on sorting out his hair in the mirror, “actually, before we had so many kids we used to fuck before our families came over.”

The quick change in tone making Dele’s eyes go wide, remembering how they made it a tradition every year that Dele would buy her really fancy lingerie, just so she could try it on and he could fuck her in it afterwards.

“Bastard kids,” Dele laughed, walking across the room to where Emilia sat at their dressing table, standing behind her and bringing a hand down to grip her around the neck while kissing her on the top of her head, the contrast in the rough and soft giving her butterflies, “wait until they’re asleep later.”

She took the opportunity to turn her head to the side and capture his lips on her own for their first proper moment together all day. But alas, they couldn’t spend much time as Hannah and Eric, alongside Arden and River were already on their way.

Their ginormous house meant that they could host Christmas and have enough room for their friends and family to join, so they’d invited Dele’s parents, some of Emilia’s family, Hannah and Eric and Adriana and Christian, of course alongside their children too, for Christmas dinner. They wanted it to be as nice and stress free as possible, organising a professional decorator to deck out their dining room and a set of private chef’s to make the actual food making process miles easier than trying to cook for almost 20 people on their own.

Once the 3 Alli babies had woken up, the Diers arrived first, shortly followed by Sally and Alan, excited to see their grandchildren on Christmas day. Next came Emilia’s family and finally the Pulisic’s. The family of 5 that lived there alongside the extra 4 families in their home made it feel a lot smaller and busier, chattering and drinks and laughter coming from all corners of the table at all times. The kids who were best friends sharing what they’d gotten for Christmas and playing with their toys, all of the adults conversing and laughing over various stories, Emilia, Adri and Chris talking about Chelsea while Hannah and Dele chatted to Emilia’s family.

The joy and laughter carried through the night as they dined and exchanged gifts, finally saying goodbye as the children began to drift off where they were sitting and the families didn’t want to overstay their welcome, already incredibly grateful for Emilia and Dele for hosting Christmas day at theirs. The kids settled down and went to bed, hearts full of joy and their rooms filled with their new things.

Finally, it was just the two of them. They silently went about bundling up the wrapping paper into black bin bags rested against the walls of the hallway to be taken out whenever either of them could be arsed, piling up the dishes in the dishwasher and leaving the ones that didn’t fit on the side to soak, just generally clearing up before settling down together.

The couple exchanged their little gifts, nothing big or grand, just little cute thoughtful presents to one another that meant more than something material. But there was one box left.

It was a sleek black, expensive looking box with a red ribbon tied around it. Dele leaned down and picked it up from the coffee table, handing it to his wife with a glint in his eye and a knowing smirk. Emilia bidded him a small thank you and gave him a peck before reaching for one of the ends of the bow, pulling it and watching as the satin fabric unraveled away from the box.

“Gives me butterflies every year,” Emilia giggled all breathy, never losing the excitement even though he’d bought her a million other sets over the past few years.

She carefully dug her nails under the lid of the box and lifted it up, undoing the thin white tissue paper that uncovered the red lacy bodysuit. It had two missing panels down the front and delicate detailing all around the bodice. Dele normally picked out two piece sets for her so it caught her by surprise.

“Do you like it?” Dele whispered, cutting through the sexual tension in the room.

“Mmm fuck,” Emilia stated, unable to tear her eyes away from the lingerie, “let’s find out shall we?”

She crawled across the sofa the tiny distance between them and mounted her husband's lap, gripping the bodysuit in one hand while the other wrapped around the back of his neck to pull him in for a passionate kiss. Dele welcomed her immediately, deepening the kiss and pulling her closer with two hands splayed across her bum.

He wasted no time in standing up and carrying her to their bedroom, continuing to kiss her the whole way so she didn’t scream or complain at him picking her up, silently begging none of the kids to wake up. He roughly threw her on the bed, looking down at her eyes blown wide in arousal, the new set hanging off her finger tips.

“Go and get ready for jefe,” Dele whispered in her ear, hovering over her body on the bed. She sauntered off into their walk in closet, leaving Dele to get undressed himself. No matter how many years they did this tradition, Dele always felt like the luckiest man on the planet, he swore he got more and more attracted to her as time went on, constantly falling more in love with her every single day as they lived their life with one another.

Before he knew it, Emilia was walking out of their walk in wardrobe dressed in nothing but the skimpy lingerie and a white sheer gown, the hems lined with white fluff to top off the festive look.

“Fuck,” just the sight of her made all of the blood rush south in his body, making the tent in his boxers even more evident, “I think this is one of the best ones yet.”

“I agree, well done jefe,” Emilia whispered, pushing him back by the chest onto the bed and climbing into his lap once more. She resumed the kiss and the hand on the back of his head as he placed his hands back on her bum, loving how there was no fabric separating their skin.

Her hips began moving against his, practically able to feel each other already through the thin layers of clothing. Dele bit her bottom lip and gripped her bum tight in his hands, bringing her impossibly close so her tits were pressed up against his chest.

“You, are so fucking sexy,” Dele growled, pulling back for a second to look her up and down, “I’m gonna wreck you.”

He’d barely touched her and Emilia was already dripping wet. He pulled back and brushed the gown off her shoulders, watching as it pooled on the floor behind her to reveal the full extent of the lingerie. He expertly turned them and lay her down on the pillows, hovering over her once more with one hand next to her head to hold him up and one hand firmly on her hips, relishing in the way her curves fit perfectly in his touch.

“I’m so lucky,” Dele kissed her neck, making his way down her chest and to the top of her boobs while reaching a hand down to drift in between her thighs. He never took the Christmas lingerie off, that was all part of the fun.

He moved further down her body, pulling the bra pieces down to expose more of her boobs, immediately taking one nipple into his mouth, simultaneously, cupping her cunt in his hand, applying just the right amount of pressure in the right places to make her squirm in anticipation.

“My pussy’s so wet,” Dele whispered, hot breath fanning over the wet patch where her nipple had been in his mouth, looking up at her, their dark eyes meeting each other’s, filled with lust and want for one another.

“Please, jefe,” Emilia moaned, arching her hips up into his hand desperately trying to get some friction. Dele took the hint and pulled the tiny material covering her pussy to the side, dragging two fingers up and down her slit and spreading her arousal around.

He barely gave her time to take it all in before he plunged two fingers into her, scissoring them slightly and smirking at her face, a mix of pleasure and pain at the sudden intrusion. Building up speed, he moved his fingers in and out of her, stretching her out and preparing her body for his as he sucked a small mark underneath her right ear, knowing she’d be able to cover it easily enough but they’d both know it was still there.

Her reaction when he pressed up into her g-spot would be ingrained in his mind forever, always feeling an incomparable satisfaction at the way her body jolted off the bed, her back arched and her eyes rolled back in bliss. Suddenly, he’d pulled his hand away, leaving her writhing with no contact whatsoever from his hand or his mouth on any part of her body.

He settled back on his heels, reaching down to pull down his boxers and let his dick spring free, fully hard and already leaking at the tip. Just the sight of his cock made her mouth ache, but Dele clearly had other ideas, leaning forward to run his top through her wet cunt, bumping up against her clit and sending waves of pleasure up her body once more.

After what felt like a lifetime of teasing, he sank into her with a deep moan, both of them rolling their heads in unison at the blissful feeling. They both had a second to adjust, Dele leaning down to give her little pecks and rest his lips against her own as he began to move.

The room filled with the sounds of their heavy breath and Dele’s skin slapping against hers as he picked up momentum and speed, fucking into her wet pussy at his mercy. He brought one of his hands up to her mouth, not wanting to risk her making too much noise so placing his thumb firmly in her mouth to muffle the noise, also giving her something to suck on and a pressure in her mouth he knew she loved.

Just as she was getting close, he pulled out again, denying her of her second orgasm of the night. He didn’t give her time to protest, simply flipping her over and pulling her hips up so her body was spread in doggy position in front of Dele.

Once more, he sank his dick into her warm cunt, this time giving neither of them any time to adjust before pulling out so only his tip remained, then slamming back in. Emilia had to hold the pillow to her face to prevent her from screaming out in utter euphoria at the feeling of Dele holding her hips and driving into her relentlessly.

They both knew neither of them would last much longer. Emilia reached her hand out backwards to feel for Dele’s, wanting to be close to him as she comes, but in true Dele fashion, he took her hand in his own and held it to her back so it just slightly hurt.

“Jefe, fuck, I’m cumming,” Emilia moaned out first, silently begging that he wouldn’t pull out this time and ruin it. The waves of pleasure washed over her body with such intensity she collapsed to the bed, Dele not caring and still thrusting his hips into her.

He came in quick succession after her, unable to contain his moans as he chased his release, still using her body for his own satisfaction even after she’d rode out her high. In his post orgasm high, he wanted to see her face, so pulled out of her warmth and flipped her over, placing some soft love filled kisses on her lips before pulling away to look at the mess of him dripping out of her cunt.

Dele reached to the bedside table and grabbed his phone, opening the camera app and first taking a photo of his cum dribbling out of her, smearing all over the lingerie set, then next taking a photo of her full body and fucked out face laid out against the sheets, the mark underneath her ear looking deliciously purple, then next setting his phone to record and holding it close to her pussy, capturing his release dripping out of her cunt.

An idea flashed through his mind and he handed her his phone, keeping the video going and ignoring her confusion, instantly sticking his tongue out and collecting the mixture of their arousals on his tongue. He spread it around her cunt for a moment before sucking on her clit, still incredibly sensitive therefore driving her rapidly towards another orgasm at the feeling and sight between her legs.

He cut her off, collecting some on his tongue and holding her jaw open so he could spit it down into her mouth, glancing to the side and making sure she was capturing it.

“Push it out for jefe,” Dele whispered against her lips before going back down to her cunt, licking first against her clit before collecting more of their cum and coating her clit, bringing it into her mouth. The overwhelming sensation plunged her into another high, crying out and grabbing his hair as he continued to eat their cum out of her freshly fucked pussy.

He collected as much as he could up onto his tongue and pried her mouth open one last time, spitting the mixture of their cum and his spit into her willing mouth before kissing her. His tongue ducked into her mouth as if it couldn’t get any hotter, sharing the taste of their arousal for a moment before he pulled away and whispered against her lips.

“Merry Christmas, my girl.”

[mitchsmarners]

4 and 11 + reddie 🥺💞

Reddie + 4: “My heart beats so fast when I see you.” & 11: “I think you’re my true love.”

send me a pairing + a number from this list and i’ll write you a fic!! 

Eddie’s palms were sweating. If anybody had asked, he’d tell them that tonight was not a big deal. He had, in fact, said that. Multiple times. To all his friends who had brought it up. It wasn’t anything huge, it was just a date. Just a date. Just a date.

It wasn’t just a date, and Eddie knew it. The butterflies in his stomach knew it damn well enough. He’d been seeing this man for a few weeks now, Richie Tozier. They’d met when Richie’s car had broken down and he’d come into Eddie’s work to get it fixed. Eddie had been instantly smitten in a way he wasn’t sure he had ever been before, and he’d been on more dates with Richie in the last few weeks than he’d been on at all in the five years since breaking off his engagement and coming out of the closet. Everything was going perfectly, and there was just one catch.

Richie was a father to two young kids. And tonight Eddie was meeting them for the first time. 

Eddie cleared his throat awkwardly, standing on Richie’s front step. It was a nice house, small but it seemed... safe somehow. As safe as any house could be. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to knock. Richie’s kids were his world, his everything, and truthfully- Eddie had never been sure he wanted kids. He was willing to try for Richie, but if Eddie didn’t get along with the kids [whether it being them not liking him or him not liking them] then Eddie knew his short-lived relationship with Richie was over.

Just as Eddie pulling up the urge to finally knock, the wooden door was yanked open. Eddie was confused for a moment at the wide open doorway, before he glanced down. Barely coming up to his ankle was a small girl with shoulder length hair that same colour and consistency as Richie’s and big brown eyes. She stared up at him, with a curious frown on her face. “Are you spaghetti?”

Eddie coughed on nothing, air maybe, as the little girl continued to stare up at him expectantly. June, he realized. Richie’s daughter was the oldest of his two kids- the other being baby boy Pacey. Richie had full custody over the two kids, his ex girlfriend and their mother walking out on them about a year earlier. On their last night, Richie had confessed that Eddie was the first person he’d dated since. 

“Are you going to invite him in, June bug?” Richie appeared in the doorway with his son in his arms. Eddie’s heart leapt straight into his mouth at the sight of Richie, looking well dressed but rumbled with Pacey resting his head against his shoulder. “Don’t be rude. Eds is a guest.” 

June stepped backwards, hand still held tightly onto the front door and she didn’t take her eyes off Eddie as he slowly came into the house and took his shoes off. She closed the door slowly and then rushed away into what Eddie assumed was the living room without another word. 

Richie came over and leaned down to kiss Eddie on his cheek. “Sorry about her. She still has this thing about strangers.”

“Probably not a bad thing.” Eddie said with a soft smile. Richie smiled back at him and leaned back in to kiss him gently. As Richie pulled away, Pacey held his hand out and patted at his father’s cheek. 

“God.” Eddie shook his head, biting at his bottom lip. “My heart beats so fast when I see you.” 

Richie beamed, shifting Pacey onto one hip and wrapping an arm around Eddie to pull him close to his other side. “I know I promised you something home cooked, but Pacey has been a little fussy today and I didnt get the chance to-”

Eddie shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. We can get some takeout! You wanted to try that new diner on main street, they delivery. I'm sure they’ve got lots of kid friendly meals.”

Richie squeezed Eddie’s shoulder and let out a disbelieving laugh. “You’re really speaking my language. You know, I think you’re my true love.“

Eddie almost vomited up his heart. 

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