#she made my cousin cry then told me he was a baby because i did better than him at cooking and i was younger and a girl and i felt awful

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its so annoying of my cousin to be only a year older than me and making good money from barely working, congrats but how am i supposed to go up after that at family gatherings or calls? he recently went alone on a trip to europe with his girlfriend for awhile and lives in a house him and his friends rent in LA like damn bro wtf, i still am trying to find a job and live at home.

#my extended for sure picks favorites and its him now rip. i was favorites grandchild for awhile when i was very young like 6 to 10 #it because i would help the grandparents and aunt and uncles and older cousins with things and do a lot of cooking and baking aid #my family (dads side) is very matriarcal so my grandma was the deciding factor and would make us compete against each other #she made my cousin cry then told me he was a baby because i did better than him at cooking and i was younger and a girl and i felt awful #anyways i lost my liked spot in middle school when i was accused of being gay and harassed for a year until my parents made her stop #jokes on her i already went with her to make her will in elementary school and she told me i was included #unless she went back and removed me after she suspected i was gay .. which she removed her own oldest son already so :/ #my family drama is excruciating but interesting. my moms side we dont know as well is fairly normal. envious

[maidragoste]

Forgive me

Harwin Strong x Velaryon!Reader (unrequited love), Alicent Hightower x Velaryon!Reader, Larys Strong x Velaryon!Reader

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"Get out," you demanded the moment you saw Rhaenyra with Jacaerys in her arms entering your chambers. You noticed how her smile seemed to tremble at your cold tone but you didn't care. If she didn't care about your feelings when she fucked your husband then you had no reason to care about hers.

You had to admit that Rhaenyra had been cautious enough to come when you were alone. If your mother had been with you you were sure that she would not have held her tongue and would have told the princess everything she thought of her. You could even see your mother dragging her by her hair to get her out of your chambers. A small smile appeared on your lips as you imagined the scene, that would be something to talk about in court. Although you would never let your mother lose her temper so much, she couldn't get on the king's bad side.

"Jacaerys wanted to meet his cousins," Rhaenyra said as if she hadn't heard you and sat down next to you. You moved as much as you could, wanting to make your displeasure clear. You couldn't go far since next to you was the basket where Aethan was sleeping there.

Of course, she was going to use her son as her excuse to see you. It wasn't the first time she had done it. Now that she knew that she had seen that you cared about Jacaerys—if it were up to you she would never have found out but one night the prince couldn't sleep no matter what Rhaenyra, Harwin, and Laenor did so your brother had the wonderful idea to take Jace with you, you managed to make him sleep by singing him the same song that you sang to him in the nursery before the perplexed gaze of your husband and the princess—I thought that through him he could get close to you again. But she was wrong.

"Jacaerys couldn't have told you that," you said, feeling Alyn begin to stir in your arms. A small part of you wished that he would start crying so the princess would leave but you knew that if he cried then Aethan would wake up and he would start crying too. You sighed and began to coo to your son, trying to ignore Rhaenyra's glare.

"But it's obvious that he's in a bad mood because he hasn't seen you in days," said the princess.

"Fine. He can stay, now you can go" you said, starting to think that you would have to call one of the maids to help you. You didn't like the idea but there was no way you could handle two newborns and a baby less than a year old alone.

"Y/n" Rhaenyra said your name with pure pain.

"What?" you said pointedly. You hated that she was doing this. You wanted to be calm with your children and she came to interrupt your little peace. No matter how many times you made it clear that you wanted nothing to do with her, the princess wouldn't stop insisting. And now she wanted to make you feel bad for her when you weren't the one who ruined everything between the two of you.

"Forgive me. Please, I just want everything to go back to the way it was before," Rhaenyra begged, if you hadn't had your son in your arms she would have taken your hands and kissed them like the two of you used to do when you were young whenever one of you had said or done something that had hurt the other.

"Rhaenyra, that will never happen," you said, starting to feel pain in your head.

"I miss you" You closed your eyes as you heard the princess's voice falter. “I love you,” you couldn’t help but let out a shaky breath. You decided to focus on your anger and ignore any other emotions you felt.

"You say that and you still fucked my husband," you said, opening your eyes and looking at her furiously.

"I handled the situation badly," she admitted, hugging Jace, trying not to break down in front of you. "I'm really sorry," she apologized again, feeling her heartache at your attitude. "I know I was wrong but I need you. I can't stand you hating me."

You'd like to say you weren't affected by hearing the desperation in Rhaenyra's voice but you'd be lying. You hated her. And you hate yourself for stopping her from affecting you. A part of you feared that deep inside you were still the young woman who loved the princess and lived to see her happy. You forced yourself to remember the whispers of the court at Jacaerys's hair color to erase any trace of pity you felt for the princess. She alone had caused this. She couldn't expect that with a simple apology, you would forget everything she did.

“You'll have to live with that for the rest of your life, Rhaenyra,” you said that because it was the truth, you weren't going to ever forgive her, but you also said it because you wanted to hurt her, you hoped she felt at least a part of the pain that she and Harwin gave you. “You had to think about it before betraying me”

“You betrayed me first!”

Rhaenyra's scream caused the three babies to start crying. If Jacaerys had not been in the princess's arms, you would have thrown the object closest to your reach at her. Who the hell did she think she was to come uninvited to your chambers and yell at you? Not only that, but she accused you of betraying her. You couldn't believe her audacity. It hadn't even been thirty minutes since she apologized to you and now she was yelling at you.

If the babies' cries weren't drilling into your head, perhaps you would have asked her to explain what the supposed betrayal you had committed was, but right now you just wanted her away so you could calm the twins down.

“Get out” you ordered and for once Rhaenyra listened to you. Of course, she had to leave slamming the door, making your children's cries even worse.

“I don't like them,” Aegon announced, looking with obvious disgust at Aethan, who was in your arms, and Alyn, who was being cooed by Alicent.

Perhaps another woman would have been offended or bothered by the little prince's comment but you couldn't help but laugh at the pout of his lips and his little wrinkled nose.

“Aegon!” Alicent instantly reprimanded him, making the boy even more upset.

“It's okay, my queen,” you reassured her with a smile. “Do you want to tell me why you don't like them?” you asked in a soft voice and settled better in your seat so you could hold Aethan well with one hand and thus be able to caress him with your other hand Aegon's hair.

The boy felt a little better at your sweet caresses. “Because of them you can't spend time with me and Sunfyre anymore,” he grumbled.

Since you gave birth to the twins you didn't go to the Dragon's Pit with Aegon. Now it was the dragon guardians who taught him how to care for and bond with Sunfyre. He didn't like that. Aegon wanted you to be next to him, he wanted to see your proud smile every time he pronounced a word in Valyrian correctly, he wanted you to take him to fly with you over Nightwing like you used to do every time he finished his lessons.

The worst thing was that every time Aegon wanted to spend time with you there was always someone else with you and there were the babies. You couldn't play with him or pay attention to him for long because one of the twins would always start crying or someone would turn their attention to the twins. Aegon didn't understand what people saw as interesting about the twins, they were just annoying babies who didn't know how to do anything but cry. Aegon just wanted to have his time alone with you again.

“Oh, my little prince, I miss spending time with you too” You kissed his cheek several times until Aegon began to laugh.

Alicent watched them both with a smile. It always warmed her heart every time she saw how you cared about her children and how loving you were towards them. She was sure that you cared more about her children than Viserys did. She knew you loved her children like they were your own. She could see it every time your face lit up when the children came running to hug you. She could see it in how you listened intently to Aegon and Helaena's ramblings. She could see it every time she found you in the nursery singing to Aemond and Daeron. She felt grateful for all those moments. She was grateful that there was someone who genuinely cared about her children.

“I promise you that once I recover I will go with you to the Dragon’s Pit.”

"But just the two of us! No annoying babies!" Aegon said, looking at you "seriously" as he pointed at you. You laughed again, the little prince's attitude made you tender.

“Aegon, you shouldn't talk about them like that. They are your family,” Alicent reminded him sternly, making you stop laughing and making the boy have a pout on his lips again.

Sometimes you felt that Alicent took everything too seriously and forgot that Aegon was just a child. It was obvious that he was just jealous that he couldn't spend time with you and it was the first time you'd heard him complain. You didn't like seeing Aegon being reprimanded just for acting his age. A child his age should be free to say what he thinks, he should spend more time playing instead of being pressured to attend lessons just because they thought it would impress his father. You didn't like it nor did you want to take away authority from Alicent's upbringing but sometimes you couldn't help but intervene because you didn't like how they pressured Aegon.

“You can say that they are annoying or anything you want, Aegon,” you said poking his nose with your finger making him smile a little “As long as we are alone” you quickly clarified before the queen's gaze “Besides I am sure that once they grow up and you can play with them you will like them”

Before the prince could answer you, the maester appeared to take the boy away since he had to start his lessons. You managed to convince Aegon to leave after you promised him that he could visit you again once he finished his lessons and that you would be waiting for him with his favorite sweets.

“How are you feeling?” Alicent asked once they were alone. She had been furious when one of her handmaidens informed her that Rhaenyra had come to see you. She had also noticed the dark circles under your eyes. She knew that the twins weren't letting you sleep much, she more than anything wanted to be able to help you but she was the queen and people would notice if she came to your chambers in the middle of the night.

“I'm tired but now that I've seen you and Aegon I'm happy” you admitted, resting your head on her shoulder and you closed your eyes, missing the blush on the queen's cheeks and the sweet smile that appeared on her face at your words.

You smiled as you felt Alicent's lips on your forehead. Not feeling satisfied, you stopped leaning on her shoulder so you could steal a kiss from her. You felt your chest warm at the familiarity of the sweetness of her lips.

Any discomfort that Rhaenyra caused you was forgotten with Alicent's kisses.

Again another night of crying. You didn't know how many minutes ago Aethan and Alyn were crying. You tried to feed them but none of them wanted to take your breast, you had already changed them but they still kept crying.

You rocked Alyn in your arms and with your foot from time to time, you lightly pushed the crib where Aethan was, hoping that the movement would tire him out. All this while you sing to them, trying to ignore the lump in your throat. You feel worthless for not being able to make your babies stop crying. It shouldn't be difficult to put them to sleep if you are their mother.

You jumped when you heard the door open. Your body tenses as you see your husband enter. Harwin had not come to your chambers since the birth of the twins. He never made a complaint or a reproach to you about your relationship with Larys, he stayed by your side and presented your children as a proud father before the court but he no longer went to your chambers. And you were okay with that because you didn't want him to keep insisting that you forgive him.

“What do you want?” you asked pointedly, not bothering to hide your annoyance at his sudden presence, hoping that would make him leave.

You were surprised to see that Harwin didn't seem affected by your tone like usual. You noticed the determination in his eyes and wondered what the hell had happened. Was he coming to argue with you because of how you spoke to Rhaenyra? If he dared to come in the middle of the night while your children were crying just to defend his lover you would kick his ass and let your mother scare him with Meleys.

“I heard the twins crying.”

“I'm sorry that my children don't let you sleep,” you interrupted him with obvious sarcasm. Trying not to think that if Harwin could hear them cry, so should other people. You didn't want to think about how tomorrow the court would talk about your inability as a mother.

“I came to help you” You were surprised by his words.

“Why?” you asked clearly defensively. Although you two knew that you really wanted to ask him, why would you help me with them when you are not their father?

“Because I care about you,” he said but you both knew he really wanted to tell you because I love you. You told yourself that you felt nothing as you saw the obvious love in Harwin's eyes. “You haven't slept well in days. I heard them cry for days and I know you, I know that every time you can't calm them down you are insulting yourself. "I can see right now how frustrated you are because you can't also pick up Aethan and comfort him as you would like."

The lump in your throat grew bigger. You hated that he knew you so well. But you weren't surprised after all he is your husband. Of course, he knew how you thought and how your mind worked. He had seen you in your most vulnerable states.

He had been so good to you but he had to ruin it all.

“Can I pick him up?”

It was silly but you really appreciated that he had asked instead of directly taking your baby in his arms. You nodded, not trusting your voice not to come out shaky.

You frowned as you watched Harwin take off his nightshirt.

“Jace calms down when he feels my skin,” Harwin was quick to clarify and get Aethan out of her crib before you decided to kick him out for thinking she was trying to seduce you. He felt you watching him intently as he placed the baby's small body against her chest. Of course, his crying didn't stop instantly but he seemed to calm down a little.

Your husband started singing the same song you were singing a few minutes ago. His Valyrian was rusty compared to yours. Once you are sure that your voice is not going to betray you, you accompany him in singing. You don't stop rocking Alyn as you watch Harwin pace around the room carefully holding your son. You relaxed as you saw that Aethan didn't look uncomfortable and how as the song continued he became calmer and calmer. It doesn't take long for Alyn to calm down when he sees that you are no longer upset.

Your eyes meet Harwin's and the two of you smile at each other. And Harwin can't help but think that this is where he belongs.

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All this time

Itoshi Rin x Reader

Pregnancy trope!! Summary: After getting pregnant by Rin at the age of 16, deciding that not telling him about is the best thing you could do for him. Considering his soccer career, you would only get in the way.

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“Shit…” 

Staring at the pregnancy test in my hands, with 2 lines. 

2 lines… 

Fuck 

‘I always thought that I won’t get pregnant, because well… I hate kids 

Fuck, I hate kids 

Will I hate my kid too? 

Should I abort it? 

Mom would kill me 

No that’s wrong 

My whole family would kill me. 

They’d kill me either way because I’m pregnant.’ 

Who would’ve thought that I’d be pregnant 

At 16 

And how the fuck do I tell him?

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“Ok, it seems that you’re baby is healthy. Would you like to know the gender?” 

Staring at the screen where my baby is, I think I’m getting the hang of this, ultrasound thing. I looked at the doctor who was holding the machine thingy, she was my third doctor because the other 2 were super judgy. 

“Sure! Wouldn’t hurt to know right? “ 

“Don’t you want to have a gender reveal party? Love, it’s your first child after all” 

Said mom, who was beside me. She finally got her head around that I was pregnant. Dad however is still awkward, along with my whole family. Apart from my close cousins of course. I didn’t tell him yet. Mom doesn’t know who it is. I just lied to her and told her that I forgot his name and that I didn’t get his number. Which was all a lie, I still remember his face from that night. 

I mean how could you forget a face like his? He is Itoshi Rin Afterall. 

“Nah, no one would probably come anyways” 

“Don’t say that honey, I’m sure your cousins would like to come, and your friends” 

“I think I’d rather just lay low” 

“If that's what you want honey” 

“Ok, so the gender of your baby is a-” 

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Looking at his contact name, resisting the urge to text him and say “I’m pregnant and you’re the father” 

But I knew that it wouldn’t end well, I’d only be a burden to him, hold him back. And the last thing I need right now is to be stuck in a relationship like that. I don’t even know how we ended up having sex that night. 

We’ve known each other since we were in grade school, we were neighbors, But then their family moved, and we kept in contact, But later this year, we’ve only been briefly chatting with each other again. Then we met up 8 months ago, we had a few drinks, and one thing led to another, and now we’re here. 

I did try to contact him, but then I remembered him telling me that he was gonna go to a soccer camp called blue lock. So I made that a reason as to why he’s not messaging back. 

And, without even telling him about our daughter, I already know how it’s gonna go. 

He’ll probably say some shit like ‘I have to focus on soccer right now, but when I can I’ll visit you’ 

Then he will visit every few months, considering he might go pro in soccer, he’ll be busy and I’ll be here, stuck in the past. Struggling to get to the future with my baby. I don’t want my child to be in an unpredictable relationship with Rin, I mean we all know how Rin is, he is just so hell-bent on beating his brother, and I don’t want to get in the way of that. This is for the best. It will be better if Rin doesn’t know. I don’t want my daughters’ first heartbreak to be caused by her father. 

Do I have any intention of telling him? I don’t know 

But ever since getting pregnant I’ve gotten more curious and more excited about meeting my baby, I’ve grown attached to her, which is good. Because I want nothing more for my daughter other than to be happy. And I’ll make sure to give her all the happiness in the world. Even if it means being alone. 

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A cry filled in the delivery room, I finally felt my muscles let loose, and I saw the doctors wiping my daughter clean. Then they handed her to me. Hair as red as mine, I can already see the resemblance of her father on her face. The nose, the eyes, the eyelashes if Rin were to see her, he would immediately ask whether she was his.

The second I held her, I fell in love. Because everything was gonna change now, I won't be alone, she’ll be with me through everything. I don’t even care if Rin knows or not, as long as she’s with me. 

After a few minutes, they started cleaning me up, and they took my baby to the monitor room. When they left the nurse asked what her name was gonna be. 

“Rei” 

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[transwicky]

Ollie and Wicky eloped.

Everyone feels offended and they think maybe the others got invited but the truth was nobody did.

They eloped winter break junior year, but everyone thinks they got married after graduating.

Until Bitty is stressing out planning his and Jack's wedding and Ollie is like "this is why we eloped junior year" and Bitty freezes and stares at him.

"Junior year?"

"yeah. My student visa was expiring for the year and we had plans to get married anyways, so Pace' suggested eloping earlier than planned so I could get a green card. Fuck, Tango was literally the only one there as our witness and to tell immigration "yeah they genuinely love each other, it's kinda gross how in love they are with the PDAs" so. We never had a real ceremony, just did paperwork for it. It helped that we were broke college students who had been dating since our freshman year."

Bitty is floored.

He texts the others asking if they knew.

They are all HORRIFIED to know they've been thinking the worst of Ollie and Wicky when the only person who went was the freshman that was the honest and genuine tadpole that Wicky pretty much adopted, and probably because there was no way immigration would not believe the kid.

Bitty hesitantly asks if they'd want a ceremony, and Ollie shrugs.

"it's not a big deal to me overall. I think it'd be nice, but I don't need one. I think Pacer would like it though, but his family is also kinda fucked up so I don't know for sure how he'd feel about it. I've offered though. He said no."

Bitty asks Tango.

"He and his cousin planned their weddings when they were eight, Bitty. He wants a ceremony. He doesn't need one, he knows that, but he wants one, he just doesn't want Ollie to think it's something he needs to do to like, prove they love each other or something. It's from the fucked up childhood. His mom was kinda stupid. Said weddings were proof that they love each other. So Wicky says no when Ollie offers 'cause he remembers that and doesn't want Ollie to feel like he has to do it as proof, because he already knows Ollie loves him. It's stupid. People are stupid. Why are people so stupid?"

"Good Lord, that's the million dollar question, Tango."

And so he talks things out with Tango.

Tango gets in touch with Wicky's cousin.

She gives him the old baby wedding planner they did as kids, and the one Wicky had started when he and Ollie first made plans to get married after graduation (the baby one was for cute little laughs at what 8 year old Wicky wanted, it wasn't actually what Tango asked her for. Nobody is complaining).

She sits Ollie down. Tells him what their moms told them as kids, and that Wicky will never tell him he wants a ceremony because of it, and especially since they're already married.

So Ollie has to finish planning things. They can have the ceremony on the day they actually got married ("Make it romantic! He'll love it!") And it can be in their backyard, even ("where doesn't matter, so long as the people you both care about are there!").

SMH is invited, that much is clear.

Bitty is Ollie's best man, Tango is Wicky's, because Ollie knows Wicky wouldn't want anyone else there unless it's Johnson (which is true).

But Johnson is allowed to wed people legally, they have no idea why, but he can, and Ollie knows Wicky would LOVE that.

The ceremony really is in the backyard, and it's covered in snow, and Wicky comes home from work to their friends and families over and holy shit Ollie did all of this?!

And his dad just grins, gives him the suit he got married in, and his own father got married in, and his father had married in, and Wicky is crying by the time he's standing with Ollie at the end of the aisle, with Tango as his best man, and Johnson is the one marrying them.

He whispers thank you before Johnson starts talking.

It's absolutely everything he could have wanted for their wedding.

#idk #its almost 6pm and I thought of this and had to get it out #enjoy #omgcp #ollie omeara #pacer wicks

[azsazz]

Currently reading “sticking together” and when Az brings up the clipping thing and says something about not exposing Zuzu to the possibility of that I could only imagine what if Zuzu did go and get her wings clipped? How would Az react? And then growing up to be the only illyrian female in the family to have clipped wings? How devastating that would be for Zuzu 😔

Just a really sad thought lol

Are you trying to hurt me?! Why….what did Zuzu do to deserve this? (I’ll indulge you but this is AU!Zuzu cuz idk if I can do that to my baby canonically)

Azriel would be fucking furious. First, he’d make sure that his little girl is safe. He’s staying with her throughout the entirety of the healers patching her up, holding her tightly to his chest while he lets her make a mess of his shirt with her tears. His hands shake as he runs them through her silky hair. He can’t coo soft words to her because he simply has no words and might not ever have any again. His little girl. Zuzu. The one who’s always begging to go out flying when he takes her older brothers, the one who tries to sneak after them as he walks his sons to training–

This time though. He doesn’t know how she managed to evade his shadows. You, who was still in the house fussing over the twins while Jax and Zuzu were playing stuffed animals in the living room. It had been easy to slide a chair over to the backdoor and climb up onto it to unlock the door. She knew how to put her boots on, she was old enough, no matter what Wren and Baz told her.

She couldn’t tie them though, and stumbled out into the powdery snow already trodden with her father and brothers footprints. By the time you’d made your way back to where Jax had started sobbing, a warning cry you’d later realized, she’d already been chasing after them.

Zuzu didn’t know her way around the camp, not really. She went to her training with the other little girls who laughed or shrunk away from her while her father watched over her. She was tough, probably the best in her class considering she has two older brothers and two cousins to wrestle with. But she wasn’t any match for the female who’d slipped out between the thicket of trees.

Zuzu yelped as the fingers curled around her arm, dragging her back. Another hand slapped over her mouth before she’d been able to cry, and she watched her brothers turn out of sight as she was dragged into the dense forest, fresh with snow.

It melted against her hot skin, seeping through her clothes. She had sharp nails, her brothers always complained about them. Even though the hiss she heard made her know that she’d cut skin, their hold didn’t break.

It must’ve been so scary for her, pinned to the ground as this female–wait. Zuzu has seen her before, at her trainings, patching up the little girls she’s had to fight to make a name for herself.

And he had been the one to find you both. First you, crying out the front door when you screamed loud enough to silence the entire camp. The pain in his chest made Azriel unable to breathe and the scream that tore through your body was also tearing through his. He grabbed his sons and winnowed to the house where you had made it as far as the bottom of the stairs, socks soaked with snow and sobs tearing through your mouth.

He’d tracked her easily but what he found would be engrained in him forever. The world seemed to still, even as his shadows tore from him and straight for the little girl bleeding in the snow. He noted the tears on her face, the clips in the females hands, the wetness of Zuzu’s clothing and the scent of her soil in the air. It clogged his throat, but the metallic tang of her blood choked him completely.

The female hadn’t lasted more than ten seconds after that.

Azriel watches everything the healers do to his daughter, shadows poised around their shoulders and ready to strike. It makes them nervous, keeping their eyes averted as they work. Each whimper of pain that leaves Zuzu’s mouth is another kill he’s going to make after this is done. There won’t be any of the camp left.

They’d called for Madja but the older healer wasn’t able to travel this far and Zuzu was much too delicate to winnow to Velaris so they were stuck with the healers. He’d threatened them both with his knife beneath their chins, matching pricks of blood itching their skin from the warning mark he’d given. “If you don’t save her wings, you will not live to see the moon rise.”

They worked diligently, but the firm set of the elder healers mouth told Azriel all he needed to know. He gripped his daughter closer.

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Az rips the family from the mountains and no one’s been back since. They’ll train with them or with the Valkyries, he doesn’t care. The people in the mountains mean nothing to him anymore. And Rhys doesn’t send him back.

I think of course she’s going to be devastated, but somewhere down the line she accepts it. Her mother doesn’t even have wings at all, and look at how much she’s accomplished. Her Aunt Nesta doesn’t have wings. Neither do Amren or Mor. She’s surrounded by powerhouse females that don’t have the ability to fly either, and nothing stopped them. She becomes fond of Emerie because she knows first-hand what it’s like.

Her siblings and cousins have even created arial maneuvers that she can join in on, hands clasped as they swing her through the air so she can take down an attacker. She’ll have their back in any way that they can and she knows that they have hers too.

Azriel doesn’t stop looking for a way to heal her wings. Long nights, countless amounts of silver he gives for any information about this. He needs to do this, feels like his own wings are being ripped from his body every time he sees Zuzu watching her siblings soar through the air like she used to do.

Some day, when she’s older, she sternly tells him that she’s accepted it and he needs to or else.

And seeing how strong she is, how she’s not letting it hinder her in any way, shape, or form, makes him accept it as well.

#Zuzu Drabble #azsazz Zuzu #Zuzu angst #ask azsazz

[lorenhearsawho]

Self Indulgent Baldur's Gate OC Post

I love looking at people's OC, and so I thought to myself, "ah, yes, it is my turn..."

Ezra, oh, my sweet baby boy...

Drow Rogue Assassin :p

Literally, just some dude that got picked up. No, he does not care about dying or living, really. He just kinda does everything because people ask him to.

He was just a homeless guy before getting picked up, so honestly, this is probably the best thing to have happened to him.

Burned his face from a cooking accident a long time ago and did not bother healing himself.

Has a bad habit of just taking things because he can... "Finders keepers", he says.

In a relationship with Gale because he was the first companion to admit having feelings for him, so he just kinda rolled with it. (yes, he is faithful.)

Atarah >:D

Mephistopheles Tiefling Rogue Assassin (I only ever play this class...)

My Durge... My evil, evil princess... My sexy, evil femme fatale... No, she doesn't spit on or step on, she is far too elegant. Beheading and impaling are more her style. ("Don't expect me to take this lying down, that's more your style from what I can tell...")

I literally made her just for Gorty. I love Gort x Durge content.

Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss

HATES Orin. Kill her immediately.

Virginia :3

Mephistopheles Tiefling Fighter Battle Master

Someone please save her, she does not want to be here. She is so scared. Will complain, and then cry about it. But, she tries her absolute hardest to be good!! Promise!!

A family guy™ (I made her with my cousin. She's twins with a bard named Georgia. She does all the hard work, while Virginia just kinda punches when told to.)

Cut herself with her own sword, trying to learn how to fight... Oopsies xP

Not a great talker... Not really good at most, really...

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #baldurs gate fanart #bg3 fanart #oc #oc art #original character #fanart #digital art #illustration #tags #dungeons and dragons #dnd oc #dnd5e #tag meme #bg3 oc #baldurs gate oc

[depressedhouseplant]

🔞 In Darkness I Found You 🔞

Chapter 17

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“Are you okay?” Yoongi asked the next morning when he brought Jina in for her morning feeding.

“Yeah, I just had a super early morning. A couple of the horses needed more exercise than usual,” Hobi said.

“I was wondering where you were when I woke up around 5 to feed Jina,” Yoongi said.

“I, um, can I ask you something? You don’t have to answer,” Hobi said.

“Okay,” Yoongi replied suspiciously.

“How did you end up at the farm, like, in the first place?” Hobi asked.

Please let it be a lie. Please.

Yoongi dropped his head and Hobi saw him slightly tighten his grip on Jina.

“I ran away from home when I was 15 and made some pretty bad choices. I met Jimin one day and he told me that he could help me. He could give me a place to stay and I wouldn’t have to worry about living on the street anymore,” Yoongi replied.

“Did you ever…?” Hobi started.

“No, never. I think he just trolled those areas for Omegas he thought he could trick. He tricked me,” Yoongi replied.

“So you weren’t a virgin when you went to the farm?” Yoongi shook his head. “Why lie to me?”

“What was I gonna say? I ran away and sold myself for almost a year until Jimin found me? That I’m a whore and I killed Jina’s twin,” he started to cry. Jina started to fuss because Yoongi was getting upset. “I’m sorry, little one.”

“Here, let’s take a breather,” Hobi gently took Jina from Yoongi. He tucked Yoongi under his arm and rested Jina on his chest. “I’m not judging you, love. It doesn’t matter what happened. We’re here now. We’re a family. I’m sorry I asked and that was wrong of me. Nothing more to worry about.”

Yoongi was sobbing into Hobi’s shoulder. Hobi felt like a complete jackass. He shouldn’t have said anything. He should’ve just let it go. But what Jimin had said wouldn’t get out of his head.

“I didn’t mean to upset you. I love you, Yoongi. Please know that I love you no matter what,” Hobi kissed the top of his mate’s head.

“I love you, too,” he sniffed.

“And I love you, Jina,” Hobi said to the squirming baby on his chest. “I think your uncles are trying very hard to give you a little cousin. They’ve made the house all kinds of stinky.”

“Do you want another one?” Yoongi asked.

“Honey, she isn’t even a month old yet. Let’s worry about more pups when this one is a little older. Right cutie?” The baby made a cooing sound. “She agrees with me.”

“Thank you,” Yoongi said.

“You’re welcome. For whatever you’re thanking me for,” Hobi replied.

“Can I still blame my hormones?” Yoongi asked.

“Absolutely,” Hobi held them together like the Alpha he was supposed to be. His hurt, ashamed, and exhausted mate and a pup that wasn’t his. Hobi didn’t care. He didn’t have to question if he would kill to protect them. He already had. The SWAT team arrived on time to discover Jimin’s dead body in the pen with the Omegas. They were taken into police custody to see if any of them had been reported missing. Hobi wasn’t thrilled with that idea, but Namjoon assured him that he’d personally see that they were taken care of. When the SWAT team asked what happened, Namjoon simply shrugged and said “Guess he got too cocky.” Hobi had rushed home so he didn’t have time to talk to Namjoon about what happened. He made a mental note to call him later.

“Hobi?” Yoongi’s voice snapped him back to reality.

“Hm?” he noised.

“I asked if you wanted to go for a walk. Yuna and Tae said I need to move around more,” Yoongi replied.

“But it’s cold,” Hobi protested.

“We can bundle up. You’ll live,” Yoongi grinned.

“Fine, let’s go for a walk. Whose side are you on?” he looked down at Jina. She balled up one of her tiny fists and brushed his chin.

“Punching me already? You are gonna take after your Omega Daddy.” Hobi teased.

“I’ve never punched you,” Yoongi stuck his tongue out. You might if you knew what I did.

“Alright, let’s go,” Hobi got up and went to get everyone bundled up to walk around a 50 acre horse farm at the end of November.

As they were walking, Hobi’s phone dinged. It was a text from Namjoon.

Namjoon : Can you talk?

“Who is it?” Yoongi asked.

“Namjoon. Guess I should see what he wants,” Hobi replied. “You two keep going. I’ll catch up with you.”

“Okay,” Yoongi sounded suspicious but left Hobi to detour into one of the barns.

“What’s up?” he asked when Namjoon picked up.

“Just wanted to update you on the status of the Omegas we found,” he replied. “A couple had been reported missing, but most were runaways or former street hookers.”

“And?” Hobi prompted.

“They aren’t too happy with the fact we took them away after they…you know,” Namjoon said.

“So what? All they wanted was new management?” Hobi asked.

“I honestly don’t know. I wanted your opinion before I did anything,” Namjoon said.

“What are the options? I assume going back out on the street isn’t one of them,” Hobi replied.

“Some former farms have been converted into surrogacy centers. They’re heavily regulated and monitored for any shady behavior. It’s cheaper than adoption and there’s no actual sex involved. The Alphas donate sperm and the Omegas are impregnated that way,” Namjoon explained.

“You think they’d be open to that? Where are these centers?” Hobi wasn’t sure this wouldn’t devolve right back to what it was before.

“Most are urban, but they’re considering expanding to more rural areas for the couples who can’t make it to a large city regularly,” Namjoon told him.

“Would they actually recycle that prison?” Hobi was beginning to feel nauseous.

“Not that location exactly, but in a similar area. I think this is a good compromise. The ones who either don’t want to go back or don’t have anywhere to go stay in a controlled environment. No Alphas are allowed on the grounds unless they’re medical professionals or couples picking up a pup. I need your support on this, Hobi. After what happened I don’t want to do anything that will start the cycle all over again,” Namjoon was bordering on desperate.

“Who monitors these facilities?” he asked.

“I can become an Investigator pretty easily. Then I’m allowed to pick my team. I wanted you and Tae,” Namjoon told him. Hobi thought for a moment. This seemed like the best option for the Omegas who had nowhere else to go.

“You swear it wouldn’t go right back to what it was?” Hobi asked.

“I visited one this morning. It was clean, the Omegas were well fed and in good health, and the staff was more than willing to show me every area. Some of them were definitely Breeders before because I saw some…obvious…injuries. Please Hobi? You’re one of the few I trust to help me with this. If Jin, Yoongi, and Jungkook are up for it we can even let them tour the facilities to make sure they don’t see something that we miss,” Namjoon said. Hobi sighed.

“Sure, I’ll help you,” he replied.

“Thank you! I’ll start filling out the paperwork when we hang up,” Namjoon sounded practically giddy.

“Send me the information and I’ll sign it when I get it,” Hobi said.

“I promise you won’t regret this,” Namjoon said.

“I hope I don’t,” Hobi replied. When he hung up the phone and turned around, Yoongi was behind him with a blank look on his face.

“I knew you wouldn’t listen,” he said.

#minors dni #bts fanfic #bts sope #omegaverse

[shadowqueen402]

Reala's Precious Moment

(So, this fic is the sequel to my Father's Day fic that I wrote back in June. It is also based off of the art commission that I bought from @kobitachuart. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this fluff fic. Let me know in the comments and/or reblogs what you all think!)

Reala sat on a chair outside of the room that she was in, trying his absolute hardest to stay calm. But the sounds of her screaming in agony made it harder for him to do so. Back then, he would have had no problem calming down as Wizeman taught him how to hide his true emotions during training.

But everything changed when he met Aria; his now human wife.

Reala fondly remembered the day he and Aria learned that they would become parents. After the discovery, Reala spent the full nine months preparing himself for the baby's arrival. It was not easy due to his self doubt, but Aria's reassurance that he would be an amazing father to the baby helped him.

Now, his child was going to be arriving today. And no words could express how nervous Reala was feeling. Reala honestly lost track of how long he had been sitting outside, waiting with anticipation.

NiGHTS looked at the door to the room that Aria, Balan, and Lance were in, a look of concern flashing their face. When Aria had gone into labor, NiGHTS decided to stay outside of the room with Reala in order to give him some company…despite the two being on not-the-best terms. NiGHTS had been the third person that Aria and Reala had disclosed the pregnancy to, the first two being Balan and Lance. NiGHTS had gotten so excited that Balan had to calm them down because of how fast they were flying around.

Right now, as much as they wanted to be excited that either their nephew or niece would be arriving today, NiGHTS held genuine concern of Aria's well-being. They didn't know much about childbirth, except for how painful it could get. "W-Will she be alright?" NiGHTS asked, breaking the silence.

Reala didn't answer. Frankly, he wanted Aria to be alright. But it was hard to tell as neither of their cousins came out with news. The two First-levels suddenly perked up when they heard it; the sound of a newborn baby crying.

The door suddenly bursted open to reveal Balan with excitement in his gaze, his grin never leaving. Reala shot up from the chair he sat on. "Aria… Is she okay?" He asked, trying his absolute best to hide his anxiety from earlier.

"Aside from the pain she is currently in, Aria is still okay," Balan replied to Reala. "You now have a healthy and beautiful daughter, by the way."

NiGHTS's eyes lit up with joy and excitement. "We have a niece now, Balan!?" They exclaimed. "I want to see her!"

Reala's anxiety was instantly replaced with relief. "Let's head inside the room so we can all see the newest member of the family." Balan held the door open for NiGHTS and Reala. "Just be sure to use indoor voices as you don't want to scare the baby."

NiGHTS and Reala did not hesitate to enter the room. Laying on the bed was none other than Aria herself. She was rather exhausted with sweat covering her forehead, but she was still smiling down at the little pink blanket that was nestled gently in her arms.

Lance stood by, glancing down at the pink blanket. His eyes were filled with love and adoration. "She's bound to be beautiful inside and out," He softly told Aria. "That, I have no doubt."

Aria glanced up at NiGHTS and Reala. "You two finally came," She said, exhaustion in her voice. "Come over and see your daughter, Reala."

Reala heard soft coos coming from the pink blanket in Aria's arms. He and NiGHTS quietly flew over to each side of the bed before taking a peek. The moment Reala took one look at his infant daughter, he immediately loved her with all his heart. This had to be what "love at first sight" truly meant when it came to entering parenthood.

The tiny face that poked out of the little pink blanket opened her eyes and looked up at both of her parents. She let out another soft coo of contentment, easily winning everyone's hearts. One of her tiny hands popped out of the blanket, balling into a tiny fist.

Reala and NiGHTS felt the world around them come to a halt upon seeing the little infant. She was, no doubt, the most precious thing that they had ever seen. Reala was so enarmored by the sight of his newborn daughter that he almost had forgotten that he, an intimidating Nightmaren General, had a hand in creating this innocent little bundle of joy.

"Aww," NiGHTS softly said, holding back their desire to squeal in excitement. "Look at how tiny she is…" Reala slowly felt a smile appear on his face as he couldn't stop staring at his daughter. She had Aria's hair color and skin color, but also had Reala's blue eyes. The best combination of their traits, in his opinion.

"She's beautiful," Reala whispered to Aria. "I can't believe she's finally here…" He carefully placed a finger in his daughter's tiny hand once she unballed her fist, minding his sharp fingernail. This caused her to gently grasp his finger, cooing again.

"Me neither," Aria replied. "During the nine months, I struggled to find the right name for our baby as we didn't know what the gender was at the time. But now that we have a daughter, I immediately thought of my favorite flower and decided to name her after it."

"Oh?" NiGHTS was curious. "What did you name her?"

"Her full name will be Dahlia Evelyn Montgomery." Aria smiled as she watched her daughter yawn before closing her eyes, letting go of Reala's finger, and falling asleep. "Want to hold her, Reala?"

Reala simply nodded as Aria carefully handed the sleeping Dahlia over to him. With slow and careful movements, Reala now had his daughter in his arms, remaining silent as he did not want to wake her. His gaze never left her tiny form, even after she fell asleep. Everyone smiled at the sight of Reala immediately bonding over his daughter.

"Dahlia…I love that name," NiGHTS said before turning to Balan and Lance. "Wouldn't you two agree that it suits her?" This earned a nod from the two maestro brothers.

"It's a lovely name," Reala whispered in response. And he wasn't lying. The name suited his daughter perfectly. She was as beautiful as the flower itself. He refused to let anyone else tell him otherwise.

Growing up in Nightmare, Wizeman wasn't the best father figure as he never gave any fatherly love to neither him nor NiGHTS, so he never had a great life under Wizeman's care. Now that he became a father himself, Reala made himself a promise that he would never break; he will be the best father that Dahlia ever had.

From now on, he was going to work really hard to give Dahlia the best life ever. The one life that he should've gotten, but never had. He will break the cycle of Wizeman's cruelty, so that way, his little princess will never go through what he went through when he was young.

There was a small part of Reala that made him wonder what he did to deserve all of this. Here he was with a beautiful and loving human wife who had just given him a daughter despite all of the terrible things that he had seen and/or done. But in the end, he decided not to question it and to just enjoy these moments of his life.

Even though his past wasn't a good one, Reala refused to let it get in the way of loving his new family. He planned to set good examples for his daughter, so she will one day grow up to be a beautiful, kind, and respectful young lady. He had always been there for Aria, through thick and thin. And now, he will be there for his little princess.

His little Dahlia.

#balan wonderworld #ocs #fanfic #balan #lance #reala #nights into dreams #nights

[venusisshe]

Chapter 1: Part 1

It was the first day of summer and the sky was dull and gray from the rain that was supposed to come. School was out and the majority of kids were enjoying their summer by sleeping in. Including Gavin.

But his slumber was soon interrupted by his infant sister’s loud crying. Turning over, he glanced at the time: 6:55 a.m. It was still too early, but the smell of egg, fried cheese, onions and salami woke him up completely. His stomach was begging for some Mangu.

Rolling out of bed, he made his way to the living room, saying ‘good morning’ to his mother as she rocked the baby.

He made his way to the kitchen, where his father was cooking breakfast. Before he could open his mouth to say anything, his father interrupted. “Before you do anything, put the trash out and then wash your hands”

He sighed deeply but did as told, taking the garbage out. As he opened the door, he noticed a few boxes stacked and laying around by the apartment across from his. The previous neighbor, Mrs. Henry, had moved down to North Carolina to get away from the city. She had babysat some of the kids in the building, including Gavin when he was a baby.

New neighbors probably moved in today, he thought. He didn’t see any moving boxes yesterday. Moving along, he hurried taking out the trash and came back up to wash his hands.

For the rest of the afternoon, it was Gavin’s time. Both his parents went off to work and his baby sister was off to another babysitter. It was just Gavin and his closest friend, Ramir. Since diapers, they were thick as thieves. He just lived on the first floor of the building. Today was just a chill day. It would have been greater if they could shoot some hoops at the basketball court, but Ramir had other plans. As they walked to the corner store, he went on and on about how annoyed he was that he had to help his aunt and uncle move in. They were the new neighbors that moved into the apartment across from Gavin.

“I gotta get back soon. I wish I could sneak off but I know how my mother is”. Ramir shook his head. “She will hunt me down. Can’t even say no”

“We got the same mom. I almost slipped up last week when I told her I didn’t want to get up early for church. ‘Doh mek mi done yuh!’, Gavin mocked his mother. “She cursed me out on a Sunday of all days”, he sucked his teeth. “But I’m glad that’s the only thing she did because I almost fainted when I realized I said ‘no’ to her”

“You survived”, Ramir said patting Gavin on his shoulder. He then went back to his rant. “Plus, my moms said I have to watch over my little cousin. Like dang!” 

“Is she a baby”, Gavin asked.

“Two years younger than us. She’s a first grader. So yeah. A baby”, Ramir rolled his eyes. “I mean I’ll look out for her when school starts but now? Messin’ up my summer!”, he mumbled.

“So now I have to ‘watch’ her. I’m not a babysitter. I hate it!”, Ramir continued.

“Dang. So no ball tomorrow?”, Gavin asked. Ramir shook his head. “Nah we can still ball but she just has to tag along. I’ll keep her out of the way.”

Gavin nodded his head. “Good. We can head back after I get my ice tea and chips”. Gavin would have stayed out and hang out at court for a while but he could smell the oncoming rain. So off they went.

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#sims 4 #TS4 #ts4 edit #ts4 custom content #ts4 house #ts4cc #thesims4 #sim4download #thesims4cc #sims4rp #sims 4 download #blacksims #blacksimscommunity #blacksimmer #urban sims #Story: In Between #s4 story #sims4 stories #sims 4 story

[sgt-morgan]

Favorite things 🧸

Moonknight Masterlist

Part 1: Estrellita✨

Summary: Cassie learns a lesson about respecting others things from her favorite uncles.

Warnings: None, it’s tooth rotting fluff up in this house. (As always, inaccurate depiction of DID as made cannon by the show.)

A/N: I saw a Tik tok of these boys who have a mom that’s like super into teaching them to be respectful humans and I thought of this.

Cassie is a very respectful child. She always uses Kind words. She was always very well spoken, and enjoyed complementing people when they did something she liked. (Just like her mommy does with her.)

“Amo Steven, I really like how you make me smile with your funny stories. You are a very nice uncle.”

“Uncle Marc! I love playing baseball with you because I like to see you more! Thank you for playing!”

“Tío Jake, gracias por dejarme montar en tu coche de lujo. I always feel very safe with you driving.”

She used gentle hands when she was playing with her uncles and cousin, (except when she play fights with Uncle Marc and Tío Jake, then she doesn’t have to be as gentle.)

Cassie sat with her cousin as you finished heating her bottle. She stroked her little cheeks so softly and whispered to her sweetly.

“What a pretty baby my Aurora is! Hi sunshine girl!” Cassie said in her baby voice, then she started singing the song you always sang to your baby. “Good morning star shine the earth says hello! You twinkle above us, we twinkle below!” You couldn’t help but grin in delight as Marc made a face that told you how painfully cute this was from where he sat with the two tiny girls between his legs, helping Cassie prop the baby on the boopy that rested over her legs.

‘Oh my god!’ He mouthed at you, making a motion with his fist striking his heart and fake crying. You laughed as you shook the bottle and approached the trio, starting to hand Cassie the bottle. She gently guided the bottle into the baby’s mouth with your help. Then she sat and fed her, Marc reaching out to help her adjust if needed or to wipe drops of milk that leaked out of Aurora’s tiny mouth. Cassie kept singing the song while she fed the baby, and when she finished, she placed a gentle kiss to her head. You could have sworn Marc teared up.

Cassie was good at many, many things. But she hadn’t grasped the idea that not every thing was hers.

She had OCS (only child syndrome) as your sister so bluntly put it, grousing that she was desperately trying to break the little girl of this habit, but she couldn’t seem to understand that her things were her things, but other peoples things were not under her control, and not to be broken on a whim. You recognized this in Cassie too. If she likes something, she would take it from someone, and unfortunately her uncles were enablers. Steven would let her take his little Egyptian knick-knacks if one really tickled her fancy without hesitation, and quickly assuaged her tears when she broke them (often). Marc would always tell her that his guitar was her guitar and would often let her take it home, leaving him without his favorite pastime, and when she brought it back it usually had a broken string. Jake had an insane collection of hats, but it began to dwindle, because Cassie would often claim them and take them home and color them to make them ‘pretty’. Don’t even get her started about your chapsticks. You felt like you’d spent thousands on the stuff because if Cassie asked for it, you let her have it because when she applied it, she ruined it.

With the baby though, things were different. Aroura had gotten really attached to these pacifiers with stuffed animals on the end of them. She had one of every kind, because you had to have one at any available second. Aurora had lions and dinos and elephants and dragons and llamas and ducks and cows and penguins and cats and dogs and even a tiny Spider-Man one from Peter. It was a vast collection that bordered on hoarding, but if it stopped her from crying, who were you to complain. The baby’s favorite one you had noticed, was the one that was shaped like a frog. If nothing would soothe her, the frog pacifier always did, so you had a stockpile of about forty at this point, to ensure the thing didn’t go out of stock or get discontinued leaving you without a backup. Recently though, Cassie had also taken a keen fascination with frogs. This lead to a very exciting afternoon at your mother’s that your family wasn’t soon to forget.

The baby was screaming, howling in fact. You had put her in a swing in the play room at your parents house with her frog pacifier not ten minutes ago, and she was perfectly content. Now though, now she screeched as if someone had gnawed off one of her limbs. You and your sister rushed into her room from the kitchen, your mother on your heels to see what made her scream like this. What you found was Cassie, playing with the stuffed frog, as she tried to shove the frog-less pacifier into Aurora’s mouth. You gasped and picked up the baby as Jake entered the house with a backpack that thankfully had a backup frog pacifier.

“Cassie! What did I tell you about doing that!” Her mother admonished with exasperation clearly staining her face.

“It looked like fun momma! And he’s so green, and I needed him for my tea party!” Cassie shrugged, getting back to her tea party.

Jake heaved a heavy sigh as he handed you the pacifier. “Don’t worry, I’ll talk to her. He said crouching to the girls level to make eye contact. They talked for a long time while Cassie sniffled and wiped tears. Once Jake was done explaining, she threw her arms around Jake and went back to playing.

“what did you say?” You asked, watching her calm down soundlessly and clean up her little mess.

“Nothing much mi vida, she gets it now.” He shrugged, taking the baby gently from you and assuaging her tears instantly. Your baby is a total daddy’s girl. (So we’re you though so, who are you to judge.)

From then on Cassie grew a new respect for peoples things. She could often be found putting things back where they belonged, pushing them back onto the counter more firmly so they wouldn’t break, truly listening when other children said they didn’t want to share their favorite toys. A necessary and refreshing change of pace from her previous antics. You’r sister heralded this new update as a miracle, and it further cemented Jake’s talent as a child whisperer in the eyes of your family. Cassie was now very respectful of others things, but it came with a very surprising (and adorable) side effect you weren’t expecting.

You and Cassie were constantly chasing each other around. Roughhousing was a common pastime in your household, and it was never shocking for you or the boys to be chasing the small girl around the house or vice versa trying to smack each other (lightly). You were running around smacking each other on this particular day, and Cassie had just caught up to you, and was about to smack you on the butt when she weirdly stoped and looked very serious all of a sudden. Then she stopped fully and said she didn’t wanna play anymore.

“What’s up Cassie? Why did you stop?” You frowned, crouching to talk to the little girl.

“Nothing, I’m just being respectful of Tío Jake’s favorite things!” Then she skipped off, going back to playing with her stuffed animals and coloring books. It took you a second to catch up to what she was saying.

“JAKE LOCKLEY! VEN AQUÍ AHORA MISMO!” You yelled from the kitchen. He wandered in holding your very happy baby girl with a shit eating grin.

“Sí, Mi Vida?” He grinned even harder, bouncing the giggling baby girl in his arms. “What’s the problem, you wanted her to be respectful of other peoples favorite things, it’s not my fault she’s a very perceptive child. ¡Tu glorioso trasero es lo que más me gusta!” You grinned and smacked him on the arm, and he feigned a wounded look. “Te quiero, cariño.” He said puckering his lips at you and leaving the room.

“Yeah, yeah, love you too.”

#jake lockley moon knight #moon knight story #moonknight x reader #moonknight fanfiction #steven grant moon knight #marc spector moon knight #jake lockely x reader #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #moon boys

[incaensio]

[Caesar] Oh Katniss! You scoundrel! I love it! [Laughs] I can see you've gotten more comfortable with a camera in your time here. I love that you can joke around with me now. But on a serious note, I know a lot of mentors have to adjust to just being eyes. It's so different from the glory of the sacrifice! It must be an exciting time too though. I understand Hazelle is your aunt? She's in good hands with you. What went through your mind when her name got called?

his response is so effusive it cues her in to accompany him in laughter, in the way that she's been told almost makes her look charming, but katniss still thinks she sounds fake (she never laughs that much, and if she does, it's not as pretty and rehearsed as she sounds now). "it's like you said, caesar. we're friends, right?" not truly. he's just another hungry capitolite, but at least he can be kind about it sometimes, and he never touches her unsolicited, and that seems to be as positively as she can view someone she will unwillingly spend her life sharing things with.

still, glory? what the fuck is this man going on about? there's nothing romantic about almost dying several times for other people's amusement. "yes, she's my father's sister." not truly. sometimes hazelle speaks as if she did know katniss' father, and lilian has said they had known each other from when she had first moved in to the seam, but it'd be plain for anyone back home that they're not truly related — even hazelle's maiden name is a different one. but that's easily tweaked around, it seems. "well, going to the games is not something i want anyone i care about doing. i volunteered so this wouldn't happen." it has more bite than she probably should show, but it's so difficult to control how angry she is. how is hazelle in good hands? she has very little chance to make it past the cornucopia, and katniss hates to think of that because hazelle has to make it out alive. she has to.

"i couldn't volunteer for her, of course, so i was in some despair." some of it made it into the video of the reapings; katniss crying, clinging to peeta. her prep team says it makes her seem such a good girl, that it's unfortunate for the everdeens. if katniss could get past anger, she'd have been embarrassed, though. "but mostly, i thought of my cousins, hazelle's children. they've already lost their father, my uncle baron, when they were even younger. baby posy didn't even get to meet her dad." it's the tactic they have to play, for sympathy. there haven't been many parents in the games, so it's always a tear jerker — katniss doesn't want to cry herself, but she feels her heart twisting as she thinks of the hawthornes truly orphans, gale taking on the role of their father and only parent entirely now. "and there's rory and vick. they're still of reaping age, so we were so happy they got one year away from all of this." katniss chokes a little, and brings a hand, as dainty as she can, to nudge at her nose, as if she was concealing she's sniffing. "and gale." he would hate this. would hate to be known, to be picked by name and broadcasted, used as a part of the media circus he is so disgusted by. she hates it too. "needless to say, we need her to go back to all of us."

#— 𝐾. 𝐸. : written. #ft. caesar flickerman.

[lya-dustin]

Someone will remember us

Chapter 60

Cw: mentions of underage sex

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“Your brother is a twat.” Baela holds her nephew and first cousin once removed with great care and gentility unlike her words which Aemma finds comical.

“In what way?” Aemma asked as she fights the urge to ask for her baby back.

She loves Aemon in a way she has never loved before. Refused to have a wetnurse because she doesn’t want to share her baby with a stranger.

A stranger who could kill him.

Therefore, whatever objections anyone had with her nursing her babe from her own breast like a comman woman were waved away by mother and grandmother.

“He called me Sara in his sleep.” A bride for two nights and already having fears of infidelity. “He would have called me that too when we fucked if he hadn’t bit his lying tongue.”

Despite Gerardys and mother and grandmother warning Baela about the dangers of having a child so young, Baela had gone against all reason and told Jace she wouldn’t be leaving to the Vale unless he bedded her.

They had woken up to Baela making a dirty jape and Jace who could not hold eye contact with anyone.

“If you want him hurt, you could always tell your father.” Aemma suggests and Baela rolls her eyes.

“And have mandia and kepa get in a row because I tattled to them about Jace sowing his wild oats?” she snorted which made the baby wake up with a very adorable cry. “Did the One-Eyed Prick ever do that to you?”

“Aegon took him to a brothel at three and ten, did not touch a woman after until our wedding night.” Aemma answered and Baela almost laughed. “He was as nervous as me.”

Gods, she missed him. Ached for him as if a limb had been cut from her.

She dreamed he was here with her, during the birth she cried for him and afterwards she mourned for what could have been.

“Do we know who this Sara is?” Baela asked as she handed the baby back to her.

“Common name, could be anyone.” The princess shrugged and lowered her shift from her shoulder to feed her little Aem once more.

The more he eats, the faster he grows, Gerardys had advised.

Sara, did they know a Sara?

She had a maid named Sara in King’s Landing, one of the lords had a wife named Sarah, but it couldn’t be any Sara they know.

Sara Snow.

Fuck.

Jace who is as honorable as their late father, had fucked Cregan Stark’s little sister.

 On the last parley with Lord Staunton, he comes looking smug and proud. Only took seven days for his precious queen to answer his ravens.

“I know you have brought the Usurper and the Kinslayer, Ser, give me the honor to at least present my Queen’s terms to his grace in person.” The man had said and Aegon had come on Sunfyre with his equally blinding armor.

Cole had ordered for the guards to open a fine wooden trunk he had seen in Aemma’s rooms as a child.

In Aemma’s trunk, there was Ser Arryk’s head stuffed with a letter in his mouth resting over his bloody white cloak.

Cole took the letter and read it aloud, “A son has been born to our house, a dragon of black and green. He is your blood as much as he is mine, for the sake of your brother’s son, bend the knee.

Do not force us to die like Ser Arryk and Ser Erryk have.

Your sister, Rhaenyra.”

Moving words, if only Aegon and Cole’s hearts were capable of it.

“And if I refuse to bend the knee and kiss the old whore’s cunt?” Aegon taunted and to his credit, Lord Staunton stood his crown.

“Then the dragons will dance, your highness.”

“All in favor for the Lord Hand’s decree that the Queen Mother serve as Queen Regent should his grace not be able to fulfil his duties, say aye.” Tyland Lannister calls Criston’s one good policy change to a vote and Alicent knows victory is hers.

Aegon had decreed Aemond as his regent should the unfortunate happen, but that had been before he sent Arryk Cargyll to bring him Aemma’s head.

Everyone here already doubted Aemond’s loyalty, it should be easy to see reason and give Alicent the power she never knew she craved.

She needed power to protect her family, but she could never have that if her father was Hand.

He had already begun plotting to marry her to Tyland Lannister who had the audacity to suggest himself as a groom for her sweet Helaena years ago.

But there is no aye, not even from Larys Strong.

He father laughs at her humiliation even if he makes no noise here.

“All in favor to keep the King’s Will as it is, say nay.”

“Nay,” her father leads the chorus that sinks her into a pit deeper than the seventh hell.

Aemond who would sooner betray them and kill his brother than serve faithfully as she had taught him.

Aemond who is handed power he cannot handle because he has a cock.

“It will look better on him, mama.” Helaena said after when they had tea. Poor sweet Helaena who’s lost her mind and speaks nonsense. “You will see it tomorrow.”

At the sound of Caraxes’ roar, Cole’s assured victory turns to ash in his mouth.

They knew it had been a trap, and now Cole would have a harder time giving Aegon his first victory.

“Aim for the rider,” Cole ordered from his white horse. The Kingsguard obsessed over the color white, Cole had his rooms in light colors, mainly white or shades of it. Showed he had the same sort of hypocrisy Aemond and his family have.

Cole is good, renowned for putting Daemon on his arse at every tourney.

But fighting man to man is very different from fighting horse to dragon.

The Red Queen had done most of the work for him, but Daemon delights in killing what’s left of Cole’s men.

“Queen against King, second son against second son, what do you say, kinslayer?” Daemon shouts with a laugh as he evens out the field.

“As you wish, dear uncle.” Aemond answered back.

Perhaps Aemond won’t die in the God’s Eye, perhaps he will die in this field of fire.

Two skilled fighters against two boys as green as the light of the Hightower.

If he dies today, he will die with Aemma’s name on his lips.

Sunfyre for all his preening was still a dragon.

His jaws had wrapped around Meleys and taken down both Red Queens.

Cole didn’t care how many people died as long as he won. That had been one of the things Dondarrion had warned them when Rhaenyra chose him as her sworn sword.

But true to her word, his wife had gone down with as many as she could.

In they end, they took back Rook’s Rest, but at the cost of his wife.

“I am sorry, Corlys, by the time I could catch her, she was ---” Daemon cannot even say it.

“It should have been you.” Corlys snarled. “It should have been you died instead of her.

Why must my family die because of you?”

“Laenor’s death was not my fault, you know that.” Daemon defended himself thinking Corlys doesn’t know the truth.

“I know you killed Laenor.” the Seasnake didn’t care who heard him.

Rhaenys was dead.

Rhaenys, his wife of nearly forty years, was dead.

Laena, Laenor and now Rhaenys.

And once again, Daemon is at fault.

“I know you paid Correy to kill him.”

“What?” it isn’t Daemon who speaks it, not Rhaenyra, not Jace.

It’s Aemma.

#aemma velaryon #someone will remember us fic #aemond targaryen x velaryon!oc #ocappreciationtag #fyeahhotdocs

[hisunshiine]

update

hi everyone. 

i hope everyone’s holiday has been well. mine has been...a shit show to say the least. 

because i know im nosey and like the info, and because venting helps me feel better, here’s the info. 

my mom is allergic to dogs and cats

my sister has a big dog (pit-rot mix) & a new kitten and I have my 2 cats (my CHILDREN)

i have a new house everyone in the family wants to see. its a 4/3 with an optional flex space/5th bedroom. we have the flex space as the BTS room. it’s full of merch and unfinished.

my cousin, his wife, and 2 kids (5 & 7 y/o) asked to come down to spend the holiday with us (and bring their dog cause they couldn’t find a sitter). 

we figured they would stay with us because i have a full size bed in the guest room (adults) and a full size bed pull out couch (the kids)

my mom also has a guest room that has a full size bed

his mom invited herself (she’s in her late 50′s) AKA SHE NEVER ASKED ME IF SHE COULD COME JUST CALLED MY GRANDPA WHO LIVES WITH ME AND TOLD HIM SHE WAS COMING.

she then decided to bring her new, un-housetrained dog, AND DID NOT ASK

she then decided to bring another PERSON (her brother’s girlfriend), AND DID NOT ASK

once they arrived, i told her that the best break down would be for her and her brothers gf to share the bed at my moms house, and leave her dog at mine, and then the family of 4 to stay at my house because COMMON SENSE

she went and told the gf that “i have a place to stay, but we don’t know where you’re sleeping”

she then had everyone up late trying to figure out the arrangement despite being told several times what the arrangement was by me. 

she made her son and my brother go buy the gf an air mattress

my cousin and his wife and kids ended up sleeping at my moms and his mom slept in my guest bed and the gf slept on the pull out couch.

but before the gf could sleep, my cousins mom just HAD to sit on her bed and watch TV for a couple hours. who cares that they were driving for 12 hours to get here and it was well past midnight now.

for several days we had a lot of issues with her being bossy and rude and talking shit about everyone, which culminated in a HUGE blowout.

she packed her shit and burned all of her bridges and left. while packing her shit, she left the door open.

MY BABY, ROMAN, WHO LOVES TO EXPLORE BUT IS NOT AN OUTDOOR CAT, ESCAPED OUTSIDE.  HE HAS BEEN OUTSIDE OVERNIGHT FOR 3 NIGHTS NOW AND WE HAVE SEEN HIM EVERY NIGHT, BUT HE IS SCARED AND UNABLE TO COME OUT OF THE WOODED AREAS AROUND MY HOUSE TO ME. LAST NIGHT HE MEOWED LIKE CRAZY FOR ME TO RESCUE HIM, BUT I COULDN’T GET THROUGH THE THICK BRUSH AND WHEN MY COUSIN TRIED ROMAN GOT SCARED AND RAN. I WANT TO CRY JUST THINKING ABOUT IT.

So, i haven't had the energy or time to write, but i will try during the day time when i know Roman is hiding and won't come out. i'm also still working on the holiday letters, they will arrive late unfortunately, but i will send them.

thanks for understanding and being patient. I just want my baby back home and safe.

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[welldonebeca]

The Christmas War (Epilogue)

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Harwin wasn't part of the talk between Daemon, Rhaenyra and the kids, but they had asked him to watch Viserys as they did, and he could see the change in the children as they all left the library after it happened.

They had told them about Visenya..

The morning after that was very quiet, and he could see the older four just being absolutely protective of their parents, never leaving them alone, and the house was very quiet for the day.

When the sun was setting, he was invited for the little moment they had in their garden, where Visenya's remains were buried, and the four oldest kids planted flowers around it as tribute.

"Thanks, pa," Jace spoke, stopping by his side.

Pa.

Not Harwin.

Pa.

He tried not to smile too much as it, knowing the moment wasn't one for such a thing.

"Anytime, kid."

New Years came and Harwin even got to meet Rhaenyra's much cited 'Cousin Rhaegar', who had come from Essos to pay them a visit. His younger siblings were also in Valyria, but had other plans.

And then came the day he had to leave, and this time, he wasn't just leaving alone.

Jace was coming with him, and bringing his cat - Vermax - along.

It was not a surprise that Rhaenyra had been crying since the moment they started loading up the car and preparing to leave.

This time, thankfully, Caraxes wasn't going to ride with them.

"Call us when you land," Rhaena squeezed Jace. "And send loads of pictures. And text everyday."

He smiled, kissing her cheek, and Harwin could see how she looked very hurt that he was leaving.

"If you don't call us and text us every morning I'll show up there to remind you myself," Baela scolded him when she reached him. "And take care of your hair. You bleached it already, you don't want to look like you don't take care of yourself."

Jace scoffed.

"I'll miss you bugging me too, Baela," he wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her.

The girl pouted a little, rolling her eyes, but squeezed him back very tightly.

She mumbled something in Valyrian, and whatever it was, it made Jace smile and kiss her cheek.

He had said goodbye to their little ones the night before, which was why Aegon had taken especially long to fall asleep because Jace would be gone when they woke up.

Joffrey was coming with them to the airport, still in his pyjamas, and everyone was ready for a long crying session as he said goodbye to everyone.

The twins left to give space to Rhaenyra, who was already crying again as they said goodbye to their uncle Joffrey, who looked like he was about to fall asleep on his feet, not too different from his little counterpart, who was fast asleep on his seat.

"Oh, let me look at you," she grabbed his face, as if she wasn't going to be the one driving him to the airport. "I'm going to miss you so much!"

"I know, mum."

Rhaenyra kissed his face again, squeezing him close, and Harwin looked at his side when Laenor touched his back.

"Hey," he called softly. "Can I have a word real quick?"

"Sure."

He followed him out of the garage under a shade, and Laenor shifted on his feet nervously.

"I want to apologise," he pushed his hands into his pockets. "About the tantrum I threw that other day. About Jace going to live with you."

Harwin breathed in.

Oh. That.

"I get it," he assured him. "I know... I know it's always been hard for you, especially at the start. And seeing the boys so little too… I get it."

He remembered the day Rhaenyra approached him, the first time. They had been hooking up for a while, always with condoms because she had a husband and they didn't want an accident.

They had never even thought about babies until she told him what the doctors had said about Laenor, and about how much they wanted one.

And he obliged, because he was very young and didn't think of the consequences of having a child of his passing as someone else's.

Laenor always cared so much because he wanted a kid just as much as Rhaenyra did, and he couldn't have one.

"It was hard! But it was just as hard for you," Laenor looked at him. "You made a huge sacrifice for us, and all you wanted was to be around the boys wheneber you could. And I haven't been very nice about sharing them because I thought in my mind that if I wasn't the world's best and most present father, then I was no father at all because I shared no blood with them."

His dark purple eyes filled with tears, and there was no attempt of blinking them away as he shook his head, smiling sadly.

"I just... you know, Daemon is married to Rhaenyra now," he pointed out. "And... well, I guess he replaced me as her best friend when he became her husband. And I'm alright with that because she deserves a husband. A real one, not a paper one."

"She does," Harwin agreed.

Laenor sighed.

"I guess I never thought of him as replacing me until I heard the kids calling him dad," he told him. "And that triggered my fears again. Of not being a father enough, especially living so far away!"

Harwin nodded along.

"And the kids call him dad, and... well, he is their step dad, he does a lot. I'm always afraid of being replaced by him, and then with Jace going with you..."

He looked at Harwin, and he could see all that pain on his face.

"I was afraid you were trying to take what little place I had in my mind with my sons," he confessed, at last. "You've done a lot for our family and I think I forgot that you are also a part of it, that you are also their dad and you also want to spend time with them."

Harwin shook his head, chuckling a bit.

"We both got a little jealous," he assured him. "The boys love you, Laenor. You are their father, but they have more than one father!"

Laenor laughed, drying his tears.

"Oh, yes, they have four of them,” he pointed out. "Joffrey just had to step into Valyria and he was promoted! Just like that!"

Harwin laughed along, and patted him on the back.

"Hey... all is forgiven," he assured him. "I’ll never try to replace in their lives, nor any of the other two. And you know... at least we are not Daemon."

His friend laughed.

"Yeah, that one has a lot to learn about apologies and sharing."

"I let him go with you, that's enough for apologies and sharing," Daemon gruffed from inside the garage. "Are you two done?"

Laenor shook his head.

"Yeah," he decided.

But Rhaenyra was the only one even moving to get into the car, shoving her things onto the passenger seat.

Daemon was in a corner with Jace, his arms crossed as he leaned close to speak to him in Valyrian, very soft, as if he didn't want anyone to hear.

Harwin thought he had seen his lower lip trembling for the shortest bit of time before he pursed his lips, and Daemon blinked a little too quickly as he hugged Jace close, sniffing for a moment.

He pressed his lips to his temple for a long moment, saying something to him and patting him on the back.

Daemon turned back, jerking his head to the side, and his posture changed when the door to the garage opened.

"Look who is awake," Luke announced, carrying Viserys and with Aegon right on his feet, they both looking very messy. "They begged me to come say goodbye."

Harwin expected the boys to both go over to Laenor but he was surprised to find Aegon right on his leg, extending his arms to him.

He picked him up, and smiled when the boy pressed a very wet kiss to his cheek.

"Geros ilas," he spoke, squeezing him, and when he turned to Laenor, he was squeezing and kissing Viserys' chubby face.

"Geros ilas, zaldriztsos," Laenor smiled.

Geros ilas... maybe it meant goodbye?

"Geros ilas," he kissed Aegon's cheek.

The boy threw himself at Laenor just as Viserys tried to get to him, and Harwin quickly got another big smooch on his face.

"Geros ilas," he spoke to the little one.

"Ge-laaaas," he babbled back.

He chuckled.

"Yeah, Valyrian is hard for me too," he laughed. "Goodbye."

But his attention was quickly taken away when the boy saw Jace, squirming to get to his brother, and Harwin was quick to put him down, seeing him running to squeeze Jace.

When he looked at Daemon he didn't look very happy. He was absolutely jealous.

Well... he didn't need to share those two, at least.

"Ñuho zaldriztsos," Daemon called them.

He rushed to them, picking the two up, and his little dragons squealed and giggled in response to being carried off.

"Hey, if kepa's not going, can I go?" Luke asked quickly. "I'm even dressed up."

Rhaenyra turned to look at him with a bit of a sigh, but smiled.

"Yeah, we can get a nice breakfast and ice cream on the way back," she decided.

"It'll be like the little dates you two had when Jace was at school," Laenor walked to the car.

Jace looked at them, looking annoyed as he sat on the driver's seat.

"How come we never had dates like that?"

"We did, baby," she told him. "Remember when we went to the park that day your father took Luke to see that doctor because of his nose?"

Luke gasped.

"You didn't go with me because you were taking Jace to the park?"

Harwin laughed as he buckled his seatbelt, and he could see Jace checking if everyone had done the same before starting the car, and the sun was just rising slowly as they hit the road.

"Your brother needed a little bit of attention, honey," she reminded him. "And your father wanted to be the one to take you there."

"What happened to your nose?" Harwin asked.

The whole car felt tense for a moment.

"Well... I have to start this story by saying I was trying to protect Jace," Luke told him. "And by the end of it, a lot of people ended up going to the hospital."

Harwin frowned.

"Alright?" he agreed.

"It's messy," Rhaenyra added.

"Come on, mum. We have four dads," Jace pointed out. "That is not our messiest story."

That made him laugh again.

Yes. This was his messy family.

"So... you know how my uncle Aemond only has one eye?"

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[gamerbearmira]

Okay this might be a stupid question or request but can you explain the Housebroken AU to me? Cause honestly when I think Housebroken I think pets and my first thought was that they were trying to house train Parce the Jaguar

Hello hello! I will gladly go into detail, I can see the confusion haha

Ismaet helped me come up with the name 😩:

They're animals, right? and 'housebroken' according to google is an animal trained to go to the bathroom outside the house- which could be taken to mean 'training/forcing someone to do something unpleasant outside/away' right? And what does Alma do? Her behavior forces the kids to leave, go outside the house, doing something that was unpleasant to her eyes (i.e being themselves and using their Gifts the way they're meant to). They do the 'unpleasant things' away from the house- you know, like playing, staining the Madrigal name, being kids.

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The kids are housebroken.

And also- it's a double pun: House Broken. The house is broken. The house- the family- is broken. They're not together. They're broken.

Also, I lied: It's a triple pun: House broken. Casita breaks here too, don't she? Broken house.

______

So after Mirabel’s ceremony fails, Alma starts to ignore Mirabel. She pushes her aside, and forces her cousins to work harder in order to prove that the magic is ok.

Mirabel tries to get Alma to not overwork them, but it never works.

Her parents and her tia and tio don’t help. Her tia blames her for Bruno’s departure.

This continued for months after her birthday, until one night, it got particularly bad. Mirabel is in the nursery, crying her eyes out. She’s got big heaving sobs, because Abuela just told this 5 year old that she was a “useless stain on the family.” and that she “needed to stay out of the way.”

That's when the curse started; it wasn't bad at first, it was very subtle. Very little changes.

Over time, their more animal like features started appearing.

Isabela, Dolores, and Luisa had grown ears (with their human ones just...disappearing??) Camilo's and Mirabel's ears were pointed; Camilo's skin had scales and Mirabel had grown a new set of arms.

The kids didn't seem to mind. They actually liked them. When Mirabel and Cami lo started drawing pictures with them like that, they started to change behavior wise.

Isabela and Dolores would take the other 3 to go play, often abandonig their chores entirely just so they could go play.

This did not fly well with Abuela. She blamed the entire situation on Mirabel, saying she was hurting the family.

Dolores heard, and she told Isabela and they both devised a plan: to run away. They weren't gonna let her or the others get beat down first something they can't control.

So, in the dead of night, they ran away. To a treehouse systen Isabela had made with vines, large trees and some hard work. They would live there now, it was their new home.

The adults searched for months, and even Bruno came back to help, but it never worked. They never found them.

The family was devastated; and rightfully so. After another 5 years, Papa had another baby---another Gift to make up for the lost ones in Alma's words.

Antonio was born, and the family was overly protective of him. But it wasn't enough.

Antonio started to show symptoms---and not even 5 months after he was born, he was taken in the dead of night, never seen again.

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I hope this answers your ask! This AU is still in the works, but if you want more info or have ideas, don't be afraid to ask or suggest!

Feel free to ask more about Mamabel, Papatonio, Housebroken, Mermay or any other AU's you find on this blog!

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If you have an AU idea, send it in and I'll expand on it best I can!

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[marshmallow-rainbow139]

Marco & Abigail - Part 2

Little Marco waved and cheered loudly as soon as he saw his Godfather Armin appear.

Marco and Mikasa were outside. It was a beautiful sunny day, and Mikasa used that day to hang laundry. Marco sat on a blanket, playing with his toys.

She looked up when she heard her son's excitement and smiled when she saw Armin.

"Hi." He kneeled in front of Marco. "Hello, Marco! You're getting bigger every time I see you."

Marco laughed and raised his hands, requesting to be picked up. Armin obliged by taking him into his arms.

"Is everything alright?" Mikasa asked.

"Yes." She gave him a blank. Armin let out a sigh. He knew he couldn't hide anything from her. "Actually, something happened."

"What is it? Is it something from the outside?" She asked nervously.

"No! No! Nothing like that." He explained it quickly. "It's Annie."

"Is everything alright between you two?"

"Yes." He said, not looking at her, his attention was focused on Marco. "She's pregnant."

Mikasa dropped a piece of clothing and looked at him in shock.

"Oh!" She simply said. "I thought you two decided not to have children."

"We did." He said bouncing Marco so he didn't become fussy. "It was a moment of... carelessness."

Mikasa scoffed and picked up the cloth she dropped.

"Now what? Will she go ahead with... the pregnancy?" She said, hesitant to say the word "pregnancy."

"Yes. She wants to go forward with it."

"I'm happy for her, but I can tell something is bothering you."

Armin sighed. "I'm almost 28 years old. I dread reaching this age because of... you know."

Mikasa looked down.

"Now that I'm capable of living more than that, Now that I'm going to be a father, Everything seems so surreal."

He put his chin on top of Marco's head.

"I'm happy and excited to have a baby, but I'm frightened. I'm afraid that I'm going to fail as a father. When Annie told me about the baby, she broke down in tears because she too was afraid and I didn't know how to comfort her."

"You were surprised, Armin." She reassured him and put a comforting hand on his arm. "Don't worry! You're an amazing leader, friend, and husband. And I know you'll be an amazing father."

Armin smiled with tears in his eyes. "Thank you, it means a lot to me."

"Now don't cry. Marco will cry if you do."

Armin let out a chuckle. "It's your fault."

"Were my words that moving?"

"No. You had a baby."

Mikasa quirked an eyebrow. "What do you mean by that?"

"You had a cute child and that gave me baby fever and it made me start creating fantasies, and now I'm going to have a daughter in 7 months."

"It's not my fault you forgot to use protection. Honestly, Armin! Wait! A daughter? You think it's a girl?"

"Yes."

"How are you so sure?"

He shrugged. "Gut feeling."

Mikasa smiled and laughed. She looked at Marco and poked his cheek.

"You're going to have a cousin to play with, Marco!"

Marco, not understanding but still feeling the excitement radiating from his mother, started laughing as well.

Armin chuckled at his Godson. Now that he thought of it.

"Mikasa." She looked at him. "I didn't just come here to tell you about the baby, it's about another thing as well."

Armin looked at her and smiled. "Would you like to be the godmother?"

Mikasa looked at him, puzzled."Are you sure? Does Annie agree with it?"

"Yes." Armin confirmed. "It's one of the many we discussed and agreed on."

"Why me?"

"Why not?" He scoffed. "You trust me with your child and I trust you with mine."

Mikasa gave him a teary smile, hugged him, and circled an arm around Marco.

"I hope our children have the same friendship and trust for one another as we have."

...

"I hope that as well." He replied, wrapping his arm around her.

Mikasa gripped Marco's hand as they ascended the stairs of Armin and Annie's apartment. The little boy refused to be carried and insisted on climbing the stairs himself. Because of that, it took some time to reach the floor.

She softly knocked on the door and waited. She looked at Marco and put her finger against her lips, making a shushing sound. Marco did the same thing, but a little louder.

Mikasa lets out a gasp when she sees Armin opening the door with a baby against his chest.

Marco quickly ran into his legs and hugged them. Armin smiled and put his hand on his head to ruffle his hair. "Hi, Marco."

"Hi." The little boy said back.

"Come in," Armin said, stepping aside.

Mikasa came in and closed the door behind her. She looked at the baby. Head covered with blond hair the same shade as Armin's. She looked like him with the exception of her eye shape; those were Annie’s.

"How is Annie?"

"Sleeping. Abigail is a bit of a fussy baby."

They go to the living room and sit on the couch. Marco stands on the couch with Mikasa's help and looks at Abigail with curiosity. He points a finger at her and looks at Mikasa. "Baby."

"Yes, it's a baby."

"Baby." He repeats.

Armin shifted his daughter so that he could show her properly. "Marco, this is Abby."

"Ab-by." Marco said.

"I hope you two become good friends. Like your mother and I."

Mikasa smiled.

Then Abigail started whimpering. Mikasa resisted the familiar urge to pick up the baby and soothe her back to sleep. That's not her baby. It's Armin's. She backs away and watches him. Marco looks at her with something akin to panic. He was worried about Abigail. Mikasa pats his head in reassurance.

Armin immediately put her against his shoulder and started rubbing her while humming. Soon after, she went quiet again.

"See. I told you. You are an amazing father."

"It's only been two weeks. There's a long path ahead of us."

"Yeah." She agreed while rubbing her hand on Marco's cheek. Watching her boy grow up is amazing. Watching his milestones is incredible, but sometimes she wishes he stayed little for a little longer.

"Do you want to hold her?"

Mikasa looked at him and quickly extended her arms. Armin put Abigail in her arms, and Mikasa felt her heart getting warmer as she felt the familiar weight of a newborn on her arms. She remembers when Marco was this tiny in her arms. Time passed so quickly that it seemed like it was yesterday that she held Marco for the first time.

"Hello, beautiful." She whispered.

Marco raised his hand and reached towards her. Mikasa grabbed his wrist and guided him to touch Abigail's head. "Gentle." She instructed him.

He did as his mother instructed and gently patted her cheek. He reached forward and kissed her head.

Armin and Mikasa laughed at the gesture.

Mikasa almost felt like crying.

She was happy.

She was content.

This is her family, and she feels everything is alright.

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