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Two Rhaenys

Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader (Daughter of Rhaenyra) x Aegon II Targaryen

part 7

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You couldn't sleep. This time it had nothing to do with nightmares about your family's ghosts trying to kill you while calling you a traitor. It also had nothing to do with Cregan Stark's letter agreeing to come to King's Landing in peace. You still weren't sure that the war won't continue but at least you could rest assured that the lord of the North agreed to have a talk with you. You were hoping that you could convince him to bend the knee and that he would end this martyrdom once and for all.

The people who kept you awake were your husbands. Ever since Aegon and Aemond had returned to King's Landing you could feel the pressure from court and council. They knew that you had not yet shared a bed with the king. After how your wedding ended it was normal that you hadn't slept with Aegon but now you had no excuse, you were already recovered from the poisoning and he had returned from Harrenhal, not doing your duty. You had to sleep with Aegon and give him a baby. If possible you knew you had to be pregnant before Lord Stark came to town.

You weren't afraid of having sex with Aegon. You knew him and you knew he would do anything to spare you pain. Besides, it's not like you're a virgin. The problem was actually that you were afraid to enjoy it. Aemond would be in the room. At first, you were okay with it but now you didn't like the idea. What if you enjoyed being with Aegon and Aemond got mad at you? Would it count as cheating even though Aegon was also your husband? Would it ruin your marriage to Aemond? Since you knew the truth about Alys Rivers things had improved but sometimes you can feel a kind of tension between the two of you whenever Aemond finds you and the twins with Aegon in the nursery or walking through the gardens.

You already feel guilty for making out with Aegon in front of Aemond. Even sometimes just by holding his hand, how could you see Aemond's face after having sex with his brother in front of him? You'd like to have a conversation with Aegon the Conqueror to find out how the hell he handled having two spouses. Though you didn't think it would be much help either considering everyone knew how he spent one night with Visenya while he spent ten with Rhaenys. You didn't think it was a deal that would work with the three of you.

“What are you thinking about?” Aemond asked, grabbing your attention.

"I thought you were sleeping" you replied turning around to look at him.

"I was but your sighs are so loud they woke me up"

"Fuck you. At least I don't snore"

"I don't snore" your husband denied "Tell me what is worrying you," he asked as he caressed your waist. I knew that if he continued with the "discussion" about whether or not he snored then you would end up distracting him and not telling him why he kept you awake.

You hesitated before answering. You didn't want Aemond to be mad at you but sooner or later the two of you would have to talk about this. There was no point in delaying this conversation, maybe it would even save you some future headaches. Maybe it could even make you feel better.

"I was thinking of you and Aegon" you admitted causing the prince to raise an eyebrow.

"Are you finally going to tell me that you have feelings for my brother?" He said with obvious jealousy, remembering the last few days.

Now at council meetings you always sat next to Aegon, it makes sense because you're the queen but what doesn't make sense is the two of you spend the whole damn meeting holding hands. It also doesn't make sense that you're smiling at Aegon every time he says something sensible in meetings. It's his damn job as king, it's not like he's doing anything extraordinary.

Another thing that bothered Aemond was that now whenever he finished his training and went looking for you and the twins, he found them with Aegon and Jaehaera. Every time he saw you all together his stomach ached from the discomfort and jealousy he felt seeing that you seemed like a perfect family. As if he was always meant to be this way as if he and Helaena didn't exist. He hated to see how natural Aegon looked with his children. He hated the softness in your eyes every time you looked at his brother with the children. He hated when Baelon laughed at Aegon's silly faces. He hated when Baelon burst into tears when he separated him from Aegon. He hated to see Aemon so comfortable in Aegon's arms. They are his family, not Aegon's.

"What?" you said totally surprised.

"I'm not stupid. I see how you look at Aegon. Before the war, you didn't look at him like that." Aemond could see the surprise in your eyes as if you hadn't even realized it yourself. "My mother told me how close you two became in the war."

When you gave birth Aegon was by your side, it was he who held your hand and gave you strength when you thought of giving up. Aegon was the one who helped you calm the cries of the twins at night. Aegon was the one who listened to you and I don't judge you, but he made sure that you understood that you weren't a bad mother when you confessed to him that even though you loved your children, sometimes you wished they hadn't been born because you wanted to go back to your brothers. Aegon was the one who saw you at your worst when Jacaerys died. He was the one who ordered that the twins not be taken away from you when Alicent and Otto claimed that you were unstable and could hurt them after you tried to kill yourself, unable to bear the pain and guilt of Jace's death.

Alice was not lying. You and Aegon were always close, perhaps drifting apart for a time in your teens when Aegon's drinking problem worsened, but became closer in the war. The two supported each other. You couldn't hate him, it didn't matter that he had usurped your mother's throne, it was impossible to hate him when he saw the pain that the death of little Jaehaerys brought him. You saw him alone and you couldn't stand it, you accompanied him in his duel and you treated him as always, you offered him some humanity while the rest of the world only seemed to care that he was the king who had to win a war.

And when Aemond left, for the first time you felt alone in your own home, you were surrounded by enemies. You weren't locked in the black cells but it was obvious that you were a prisoner, there were always guards outside your door and you couldn't go anywhere without them. Something told you that if you weren't pregnant with Aemond's child then Otto Hightower would have had you killed. They let you live but it was clear that no one wanted the daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen.

Then Aegon returned the favor, he accompanied you in your solitude. Every time he had a free space from royal duties he would come to see you. On sleepless nights you two always had each other's company. You and Aegon knew that when one of you couldn't sleep you could always knock on the other's door and there would be no problem. At dawn they submerged remembering their childhood and the good times before the war. Sometimes Jaehaera was even with you—since the death of her twin, it was hard for her to sleep and when she did, it wasn't for many hours at a time—on those nights you and Aegon tried to make her sleep by making up stories. It was funny because Aegon could come up with things that didn't make the slightest bit of sense.

When Daemon and your mother took over King's Landing, you were so scared for Aegon. You felt your breath come back when you heard that he had managed to escape before they could capture him. You prayed every day for his safety and well-being. There wasn't a day you didn't think of him. But that doesn't mean you'll love him romantically right? Anyone would be worried about a family member.

Aegon was your greatest support during the dark times. He was the only one who could bring you some joy together with your children. Your heart always warmed when you saw him with Jaehaera, Maelor, Baelon, and Aemon. He didn't have to take care of the twins but he was always ready to ease your load and help you with your babies.

It was normal for your love for your uncle to deepen after seeing him soothe your children's cries, sing to them and talk to them despite never getting a response from the babies, and watching him play with Maelor and them. How could you hate him when he treated your kids like his? How could you hate him when he always looked out for you and was ready to come to your defense? When he was the only person who comforted you and understood your pain?

But you weren't in love, were you? Did you ever think about what it might have been like if you had married him? Yes, but you blamed the wine. You weren't thinking straight. You only love Aemond. Do you love Aegon? Yes, but not in a romantic way.

Was there a moment when you got more excited about meeting Aegon again than Aemond? Yes, but that was when you thought your husband had cheated on you and before Aegon murdered your mother. When he returned to King's Landing, a part of you wanted to hug him and be by his side, you wanted to return to his safety and the early morning together. But you took it upon yourself to bury deep down any kind of love you felt for him. Aegon murdered your mother, traumatized your little brother, and imprisoned your cousin. You couldn't love him. So you ignored Aegon and focused on comforting your brother and trying to fix your marriage.

You didn't marry Aegon because you were in love, you only married to keep the peace and prevent the war from continuing. You don't have any romantic feelings for Aegon…So why do you feel guilty every time you kiss him? Why do you always crave his touch as much as he craves yours?

"I love Aegon," you said more to yourself than to Aemond. You took another moment of silence to assimilate your discovery "I'm sorry" you apologized feeling like a hypocrite. You got angry with him when you thought he had been unfaithful and during all that time you had fallen in love with another man. "I love you both" you assured him instantly as you moved closer to him. You felt relieved to see that he didn't move away from you "To be honest I didn't realize it until you said it"

"I regret telling you" he growled and you bit your lip thinking what to say next to leave him alone.

"This doesn't mean that things will change between us." Aemond looked at you, raising an eyebrow as if he didn't believe you. "I mean, it doesn't have to be a bad change. My feelings for you remain the same."

"So you won't leave me out?"

The question took you by surprise "Of course not." You instantly replied, "You are my husband and I love you." You kissed him tenderly, hoping to show him at least a part of how much you loved him.” I would never leave you aside. I could hardly bear to be without you when you went to Harrenhal” you said causing a small smile to appear on the prince's lips.

"I don't like the idea of sharing you, much less with Aegon," he admitted, making you wince. "But I know I have no other choice. I don't want you to be unhappy. So I'm willing to accept some sort of deal. Just promise me that I won't be your Visenya."

“There is no Visenya in this. I only have two Rhaenys" You kissed him again "Thank you for trying to understand. I know it's not easy” You caressed his cheek.

“You know that I will always make an effort for you”

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Don't Speak 31

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsession, stalking, manipulation, reclusive behaviour, disordered eating, dissociation, allusions to abuse, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Reader is a reclusive loner who ventures down to the library on a simple mission. Her task is complicated by the man she meets there. (f!short!reader)

Character: librarian!Andy Barber

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You sit in the waiting room, anxious and squirmy as Andy keeps his hand on yours. When you start to fidget, he squeezes and you stop. He doesn't tell you to but you can sense his agitation. It only adds to your own impatience.

When Dr. Kemp emerges to call you in, you have to keep yourself from jumping up. You're caught in the urge to both run away and run towards him. With all the thoughts you've had about him, especially while exploring, you're set alight just at the sight of him.

Andy accompanies you in. You almost forgot he would be there too. You near Kemp with a smile and he watches you with placid blue eyes. His coolness makes you self-conscious. The one thing you can never tell him is how he makes you feel.

He welcomes you in as usual. Before you can claim the chair you often sit in, Andy nudges you towards the chaise long. You hesitate but redirect, sitting with him on the dimpled leather.

Dr. Kemp shuts the door and crosses the office, sitting in the other chair as he leans an arm against the side. He gives a thoughtful hum as he considers both of you. Andy reaches to put his hand over yours, once more tightening his grip.

"So… how are things? Are we seeing progress?" Kemp asks brightly. "I'm sensing… improvement."

You just nod as Andy clears his throat and shifts. "I think… I think so," his fingers twiddle on his other thigh, "we have been… intimate. Somewhat, right, honey?"

You shy away and give another nod. Humiliated.

"In what way?" Kemp prompts.

You nearly choke and look at him with round eyes.

"This is a safe space, so we can be honest," he coaxes as he notes your shock, "have you both… tend to each other?"

Andy sighs and his fingers curl around yours. You wince.

"Yeah, but… she… she drank a bit too much so… she doesn't remember…" Andy huffs, "so… I tried."

"I'm sorry," you squeak, "I didn't mean to."

"Hm, and is there a reason you were drinking?" Kemp asks you.

"Well, uh, no. Andy gave me a beer, so– I don't really–"

"So you gave her a drink and are mad that it affected her?" He challenges Andy and you flinch again. 

"She's an adult–"

"All and well but you can't get upset. What can you expect?" Kemp reprimands and Andy tenses, grumbling under his breath. 

"So," Kemp redirects back to you, "you have… shown Andy that you're committed? Spoken in his love language, but has he done the same for you?"

You struggle not to rip your hand out of Andy's. You don't know what to say. You don't know what you want, especially from Andy. 

"I… guess. I don't know?" You sputter, "he… he's nice. He…"

"I buy her things, I do stuff for her all the time–" Andy interjects.

"Please," Kemp silences him with a wave of his hand, "Andy is obviously an affectionate person, but what do you need?"

You gulp and shrug. You really don't know. You just open and close your mouth like a fish.

"Here's what we do. Andy, you cool it. The next time you do anything, I want her to initiate. And I don't want you," he points at you, "to do what he wants. You figure out what you need and that's what you do, understand?"

You swallow, lightheaded. You know what he means but you don't want to think about it. What if what you want isn't Andy?

"The next time we check in, I think I should do another housecall…" Kemp says, "and after this, we'll have our usual one-on-one. For now, I want to do a few exercises between you two…"

You blink rapidly. There's so much to do. That was always the worst feeling, knowing you had an insurmountable list ahead of you. Steps, that's what the doctor always says, little steps.

🕊️

Andy leaves and your private session begins. You’re nervous, still scalded from the conversation about intimacy. You fidget as you tuck yourself into the corner of the couch, trying to shrink down as much as you can.

Dr. Kemp stands and walks casually to the window. He doesn’t say anything right away. You wilt in the silence, wondering if you should start. How do you do that though? What do you say?

Your head races with the messages on your tablet. It’s so much easier to talk to him through a screen. Face-to-face, you’re embarrassed at everything you’ve shared with him under the deceitful protection of distance.

He turns to face you, smiling as he leans on the window ledge. He crosses his arms and you see how his chest flexes under his shirt. You try not to focus on that, bringing your eyes back to your twiddling fingers.

“Let’s focus on you,” he puts one foot in front of the other, uncrossing his arms to fix his left cuff. “You’ve been… exploring.”

You chew your lip. Oh gosh. Why did you ever let him convince you to do that? And why had you done it every day since? 

“Now, don’t be shy. You know I won’t judge you. I wouldn’t encourage it if it was bad,” he comes forward slowly and sits at the other end of the couch, “can I ask you something?”

You nod, staring at your lap. You lean into the armrest, slouching as heat nips at your cheeks. You feel terribly dizzy. Even if he’s not that close, he’s crowding you.

“Why are you so… let me restart that. What has made you so… reticent about your sexuality?” He asks.

You shake your head. You can’t speak. It’s not a question you can answer. You don’t know what makes you want to melt into a puddle.

“You never… never tried anything before? Never been curious?” He prompts.

You swallow and hunch forward, speaking to the carpet, “a little.” You clasp your hands tight, forcing them still, “but… it hurt. So I stopped and… just forgot about it.”

“The other day. Did it still hurt you?”

You shake your head again. 

“That’s good,” he praises and the couch jostles as he moves closer. He keeps some space between you as he reaches to touch your shoulder, “it’s not shameful. You’re just getting to know yourself. You’re taking care of yourself, sweetie. And That’s a good thing.”

“Mhmm,” you hum with a nod, his touch electrifying.

“So you can take what you learn about yourself and show Andy. Share it with him,” he suggests.

You’re quiet. You shrug off his hand and look away. You can’t tell him the truth. About why you enjoyed it so much. You don’t really understand it yourself. It’s probably doesn’t mean anything.

“Doctor,” you push your chin back down and sense him lean in, listening to you intently. “What… what if when I… did it, I wasn’t thinking of Andy?”

He takes a breath and lets his hand rest on the cushion between you. He leans an elbow on his thigh as his gaze sears into you. His fingers tap as he thinks.

“Nothing wrong with that. It’s not uncommon to have fantasies. They’re only that, they’re not real. So who are you hurting?” He drags his hand back and shrugs, “does that make sense?”

Your lips part and you make yourself sit up. You feel lighter. Yeah, you suppose it can’t hurt Andy if he doesn’t know who you think of. Or Steve.

“I guess,” you agree.

“Great,” he sits back, “so who did you think of?”

You look at him in shock. He chuckles at your expression and waves you off. You frown, heart pumping wildly.

“You don’t have to say,” he reaches over to lightly tap your knee, “I was just being nosy.”

“Oh,” you pick at your fingernail.

“Being funny,” he says, “let’s redirect. Anything new this week? New books? How’s the painting going?”

You peek at him, biting your cheek. He looks at you like you’re the only person in the world. That’s crazy, you’re the only person in this room. He has nothing else to distract him. You’re being silly. You love Andy, not Dr. Kemp.

🕊️

You yawn at the canvas as you focus on the details of the feathers. Your work is coming together. You might be done soon. You’re at that point where you just don’t want to stop because you can see the end.

Andy doesn’t feel the same. The last time he checked in on you, he clucked at your response. It’s Saturday night, he reminds you. Yes, well, doesn’t that mean you can stay up late?

You can hear him inside the house as he grabs another beer. He had one for dinner and after as you excused yourself to paint. Is that his third? Fourth? You don’t know. Maybe you shouldn’t count.

Your eyes are itchy and you long to close them and let the tension out of your shoulder. That’s another thing that keeps you at the easel. As much as you long for bed, you’re nervous about sleeping in Andy’s bed. After the day’s therapy session, you feel like you have to do something. Something you’re not ready for.

You rinse your brush and step back. You go to your tablet to check your reference image, accidentally swiping over to a different draft. It’s a sketch you did the other day, only half-finished. It’s Amber, or supposed to be.

Your heart sinks. You remember slamming the cover on the tablet after realising you couldn’t remember exactly how she looked. You remember her smell, her voice, her warmth, but you just couldn’t get the slant of her nose right, you couldn’t make her eyes sparkle just so.

You quickly push the image away, looking for the falcon crest, but your motivation quickly dies. You don’t want to paint anymore. Neither do you want to go inside. Even if it is awfully chilly out here.

The TV blares from inside the house. You can hear it even through several walls. You wonder if you’re making too much noise or if it’s something else. 

You tap on the screen listlessly, realising too late that you’re staring at the chat with Dr. Kemp. It’s too late to message him. You’ll wait until tomorrow. Yeah, you can’t bother him this late.

By some eerie coincidence, a new message pops up before you can close the chat. You wipe your hand on your stained tee shirt as you read it. ‘Have a good night, sweetie. You did very well today’.

You go over the letters over and over again. You smile to yourself but quickly wipe it away. He’s only being nice.

‘Thank you. Have a good night.’

You send the message and leave the tablet on the small table. You start cleaning up, taking your time as you dread the other side of the wall. Andy won’t be happy you waited so long, but he might be too tired to be angry with you.

You grab your tablet and pause, reading the unexpected new message; ‘you going to bed?’

You bite your thumb. What should you say? Well, you should be honest, right?

‘Soon. Hope I can sleep.’ You tap the arrow and sway, looking up at the garage door. You really should just say good night and go inside.

‘What’s keeping you awake?’

Oh, gosh. End it. Stop talking. There was enough of that earlier. You’re typing before you can stop yourself.

‘Amber.’

That’s it. The only word you can manage. Off goes the bubble and almost immediately those three dots appear on his side of the chat. Then they disappear.

The chirp from your tablet surprises you. You nearly drop it but smack the screen instead, inadvertently answering the call. Oh no! He must’ve hit the wrong button.

You see Dr. Kemp on the screen and in the corner, your own face looks back. You sputter as you notice his bare shoulders, distracted from hating your reflection. You gasp.

“Oops,” you utter with a nervous chuckle.

“You’re thinking of Amber?” He asks without a beat.

“Um, yeah, but– Dr. Kemp, it’s late. We can talk next week. I’m sorry.”

“I called for a reason. I’m not Dr. Kemp right now, I’m Steve. Your friend,” he stares at you, smiling as you notice the odd angle. 

He must be sitting down, maybe he was getting ready for bed, that would explain his lack of shirt. You can’t even see that much, just the top of his chest. Don’t think about it. Maybe he doesn’t even realise.

“My friend?”

“Of course,” he coaxes, “so tell me, what are you thinking about Amber?”

You shrug and look away with a pout. You don’t know if you should say. You should’ve mentioned it earlier. You’re wasting his time.

“Aw, you miss her, sweetie? That’s normal. She’s your sister.”

You turn back to the tablet. You can’t help the tremble in your chin. You miss her, yes, but more than that. There’s not a word that can express how deeply you feel in that moment. You love Amber so much but you’re ashamed of how you used her for so long. Then you abandoned her.

“Did you decide if you want to invite her to Thanksgiving? I think that’s a great idea,” he says.

“Oh, uh… Andy wouldn't… I don’t know,” you mumble and turn, glancing at the door, suddenly paranoid he might hear you. “I should… it’s very late. I should go to bed.”

He nods. His hair is slightly askew, it’s usually so neat and tidy. He has a bit of stubble poking through along his jaw. He looks more handsome than you’ve ever seen him. You can barely think.

“Alright, I won’t keep you. You need a good night’s sleep, right? Because you have to take care of yourself, right?”

“Yes, doctor.”

“Steve,” he corrects.

You giggle, “yes, Steve.”

“Okay, go on,” he shifts the tablet, “chat tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow,” you promise, “good night.”

“Night,” he winks.

The call ends and you stare at the screen. Your chest flutters as you make yourself close the cover. You feel bubbly like you could float. And something else. Something that needs to be quelled. A deep need that has your fingers tingle for that familiar buzz.

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Comfort Part 3: Astarion

If you haven't read part 1 and 2, you don't have to to read this one. This is part of a group of indulgent fics for wholesome hurt/comfort moments that I think other people could use as much as I did. 1 and 2 feature Wyll and Gale respectively, if you're interested.

This one is set around act 2, but doesn't include spoilers, really. It's right before Astarion's second scene, abouts.

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You can't seem to stay asleep.

You toss and turn, but nothing seems to be comfortable enough.

Maybe there's a rock underneath the tent floor, or a bit too much lumpy ground, or maybe your pillow isn't in the right position.

Either way, sleep evades your grasp, like a teasing lover just out of reach.

Eventually, you give up. Your mind swirls with thoughts, tomorrow's problems crowding in and shouting in your ears.

They're impossible to ignore.

There is, however, someone who can distract you.

Finding Astarion is surprisingly easy. You catch him right as he's about to enter his tent, his cheeks almost flushed with the recent satiation of his hunger.

He smirks as you approach, his body loose and languid. “If you were going to offer a nibble, darling, I'm afraid I've already had my dinner. Slim pickings, but I've made do.” That expression fades as you get closer. “You seem troubled, lover.”

He pretends not to care, for the most part. Here in the privacy afforded to you two by the night, however, the worry snakes its way through his artful mask, and in return, it eases you slightly.

You sigh and smile at him. “Any chance you'd be willing to help me forget them?”

Something flickers across his expression. He's been doing it for a while now, the further you get into the shadowlands.

He'll tell you when he's ready, you know. Pushing Astarion tends to make him snap and withdraw.

Instead, you wait, and he rewards you by opening his tent flap. “Well, since you insist,” he sighs. He gestures for you to go inside.

And for a while, you're distracted. Despite his noting his lack of hunger, he still sinks his teeth in, and the pain mixed with pleasure clouds your mind.

It is almost enough.

More and more, lately, he stays afterward. Especially considering this is his tent, but he doesn't encourage you to leave.

Instead, he studies that creepy tome of his as you catch your breath by his side.

It's quiet in the night, the only sound is his turning of the page.

Eventually, however, he huffs and puts it aside.

“Alright, enough of this. Speak to me. What is plaguing you so? Usually you're asleep by now. Not that your company is entirely unsavory, but you should…talk about it.” He pushes the words out, and you look up at him in surprise. He's bare, pale skin out on display, but he looks at you intently. He doesn't waver.

“I…” You close your eyes, if only to find some reprieve from his gaze. It's hard for you to focus under the full weight of his attention.

“I can't sleep. I can't stop thinking about what's ahead. Our tadpoles. The next step. Everything feels like it's an uphill battle from here.”

He's quiet, and you open your eyes to look up at him.

Astarion is no longer looking at you, but out into the distance, deep in thought.

“Neither can I,” he admits softly. “I don't think any of us can, darling. We're all running from our own demons, some of us more literally than others. I mean, have you seen Wyll? That woman won't leave him alone!”

He smirks a little as you snort, a smile reluctantly tugging onto your face.

“There you are,” he murmurs. He leans in towards you, hesitating for just a second before cupping your face. “If I must be the voice of reason, remember this. You-” he chokes for a second, his words stuttering, before he forces himself to continue. “You are not alone. You're not.” The words seem to be as much for him as they are for you. “Everything is bad right now, and we could turn into mind flayers at any second. Or, heavens forbid, Cazador could show up at our doorstep and wipe us all out in an instant. But right now, here, you are not alone. Gale would probably have something more eloquent and long-winded to say, probably nattering on about Mystra and the Weave for an hour or two, but fortunately, darling, you've got me.

So.”

He moves his hand to your chin, tilting it up so you're forced to meet his crimson gaze.

“Remember that. Tomorrow will most likely be hard, and who knows what will happen. But tonight, you get the privilege of sleeping in my tent, and I'll watch over you. So rest for a bit, and remember that tonight, you are safe and in good company. Alright?”

You nod, and his expression softens minutely.

He leans down, and steals a kiss.

It surprises you, in its mundane nature. It's clear he doesn't expect any reciprocation, and even seems a little startled himself.

It is the first kiss he's offered without reason, and in that moment, you realize that something has shifted between you two.

There's a relaxed intimacy that wasn't there before.

He huffs and looks away. “Anyway, go to sleep. We've got another long day of walking about in the mud, and you still need rest, so you should do so.”

You smile as you settle down to sleep, curled up against his side.

As your eyes close, a cool hand gently begins to stroke your hair.

#Astarion #astarion x reader #my writing #bg3 #hurt/comfort #just some wholesome “people learning that they care about each other” times

[natsukishinomiyaswife]

hello hi!! i saw your recent post that you were feeling down ;;;

so i thought about your reblog again

and i realized he SPOILS HER SO MUCH??? cater knows her by heart and I'm just so alshlhdslkjlsd

anyways if you don't mind me asking! how does ruthie dote on cater/show her affection and love towards cater? :0

forgive me if i missed it but I don't think I've heard much about her side, so I'd love to hear you talk about it!

also I hope you feel better soon! 💖

Hello Ian! ☆

Ahhh thank you so much for your ask, and for your well wishes! ♡

I am feeling much better now, as my mutual Kris (@skriblee-ksk) was kind enough to draw Cathie to help cheer me up (It's so amazing and cute, I will never stop talking about it. I want everyone to know how much I love it, and how grateful I am ♡)

I love your ask! While I have mentioned a few things for Ruthie, I haven't really gone as in depth with her as I have with Cater (At least, when it comes to the things I have posted and talked about) so this gives me the perfect opportunity to do so! ♡

Pre-Cathie:

Ruthie is a very genuine person, and is able to read others better than some may think. While Cater thought she was cute, it wasn't the only reason why they ended up getting to know each other. During the event, it's shown how perceptive Ruthie is, and how she's able to tell when Cater isn't being as honest/genuine as he appears. For example, when she serves the boys dessert, she can tell how Cater hesitates to eat it, offering him a savory option (even though he never said anything) They keep having moments like these throughout the event, causing them to grow closer to one another, to the point where Ruthie agrees to exchange numbers/socials with Cater at the end of the event (so they could keep in touch!) This leads to texts, calls, facetimes. They would always be talking to one another whenever they could, Ruthie even getting a better phone plan just to keep up with him. Late night talks, turning to each other for comfort. Ruthie would always have her ringer on, just so she wouldn't a miss a call from him, especially if it was late at night. If they talked/spoken to each other earlier and she could tell something was up, she would make sure to call him before going to bed, checking in and making sure he was alright.

Others would notice them laughing/smiling more when they're on their phones. Cater was already known for being on his phone/social media a lot but now he seems to be even more glued to it, his dorm mates noticing how his eyes light up when he gets a notification. When he sees who it's from a fond smile comes to his face, immediately replying back. (I'm sure he's gotten in trouble with Riddle for it lol) Ruthie's classmates notice how she seems to be on her phone more often now, getting a notification that puts a smile on her face and causes her to laugh, sending a reply back. Her classmates would get curious and start asking if she's talking to someone, curious.

They would hang out together when they could, going to places Cater had seen online or Ruthie visiting him at NRC. Both of their feelings grew as time went on, Cater having realized his feelings first while Ruthie was oblivious to her own. She has moments where she becomes flustered, or has sudden thoughts about him, but doesn't really put the pieces together, unused to being in the romantic situations she usually puts others in. I plan on writing a fic for this, but an example is when she one day feels insecure about her appearance, and how she's "cute". It leads to her using her unique magic on herself, wanting to know how he would react. While she doesn't really understand why she cares so much about what Cater thinks, it isn't until he tells her that she looks the same way she always does that she realizes she did it cause she wanted him to look at her, and only her, knowing he wasn't really a fan of "cute" things. (The fic would end with him telling her that there are certain things he makes an exception for, Cater looking at her fondly as her heart races)

Post-Cathie:

While Cater would try to have all their dates at popular/trendy places, or places Ruthie would like, she would make sure that they would go to places Cater would like too (Like the skate park, or the music store, or a restaurant that specializes in spicy food) She cares about his interests and hobbies, making an effort to learn more about them. I can definitely imagine them going on a date to a skate park, and Ruthie asking Cater if he could teach her how to skate ♡ (It'd be so cute!) She would also try her best to enjoy the spicy food Cater loves, even if she doesn't have a high spice tolerance (Cater thinks it's cute how she always reacts every time, making sure she doesn't overdo it) She's very supportive, encouraging, and willing to listen, whether it be attending the pop music club shows and posting about them to get others to come, or giving Cater an ear whenever he needs someone to talk/vent to. She cares about him so much and is SO proud to have him as her boyfriend, bringing him up in conversations without thinking and talking about how great/talented/loving/handsome he is. Just as Cater gets her gifts, Ruthie does the same for him as well, though hers are usually handmade instead of store bought. Making him a lunch and surprising him with it, cooking his favorite food/snack, knitting him a scarf/hat/gloves for the winter.

I know I talked about how Cater has a special album on his phone dedicated to pictures of her he took secretly while they were on their dates or hanging out (looking back at them whenever he's lonely or missing her) On Ruthie's end, she made a scrapbook using the selfies he posted from their dates, adding pictures each time they go on one. Next to each picture she writes a summary of what they did, along with the month/day/year it happened. (Cater doesn't realize she's been doing this until their one year anniversary, where she gives the album to him as a gift ♡) Though she does still buy him gifts! Making sure to remember something he mentioned wanting or liking while they're out. Though she has a habit of getting herself things that remind her of him, buying herself a light orange fox plush that she keeps on her bed (and will sleep with sometimes when she misses him, wearing one of his shirts/hoodies ♡) She loves to be affectionate with him, holding his arm when they're walking/standing. Giving him kisses whenever she can (making him bend down or standing on her tip toes and kissing where she can reach, a light shine on his face/lips due to her lip gloss) She feels so safe with him, so warm and loved ♡ (She loves his scent, which is another reason why she loves to wear his clothes when she misses him/in general)

I could go on honestly but I think I'll stop here for now, since I've rambled enough lol

But thank you so much again for your ask Ian!

It makes me so happy!! ♡♡♡

Thank you! ♡

#♡.sheep answers #♡.ian #♡.twst oc #♡.ruthie #♡.cathie #oc x canon

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

hi :) same anon who requested the eddie/wayne holiday traditions story. i loooooved it so much btw im sorry if i never sent that before! but i was hoping to request another holiday themed fic?

i was thinking maybe a couple of the school clubs like hellfire, drama, band etc come together for a holiday party. reader and eddie are just friends at this point but theyre secretly crushing on eachother ever since eddie got reader to stay after drama club to watch hellfire. and the whole time eddie convinces himself to tell reader he likes her but after misreading a situation between reader and another guy (maybe the is asking practicing how to ask someone else out and reader is helping him? idk if thatis too cliche lol) he gets sad and mopes the rest of the party even though his friends try to cheer him up. reader doesnt know why his mood has changed and he isnt his usual flirty self but she finally convinces him to talk and he admits his feeling and happily ever after <3

Request by anon 💞

Warnings; Insecure Eddie, tiny bit of angst, mutual pining, and fluff.

Likes or reblogs are always appreciated 💞💖 I don't give anyone permission to copy my work.

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There was a party going on at Hawkins High and all the clubs had come together for one night.

Band, Drama club, and Hellfire Club had all come together to hang out for the night.

Merriment was in the air and everyone was enjoying the atmosphere and mingling. Robin had even brought Steve and there was much enjoyment all around.

Yn was part of the Drama Club but had been hanging out for a few Hellfire sessions after Eddie convinced her to stay for one of his big campaigns.

They were friends and she really liked him, if she was being honest she had a crush on him and would love to tell him.

It was hard to work up the courage as she usually got distracted by his pretty brown eyes and would forget what she was saying.

Tonight though she would tell him. Everyone was in a good mood and she smiled as she could hear Eddie excitedly talk about a D&D campaign with Robin.

Nerves fill her belly as she thinks about what she was going to do. Hopefully, her gut feeling was right about Eddie.

They flirted a lot and she wanted to ask him if he wanted to hang out.

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Eddie had spent the party full of nervous anxiety. Every time had was yn he would break out into a sweat and get tongue-tied.

Rarely if ever did he feel this way but this was the effect she had on him, he had a massive crush on her, and just being in her presence made his heart race and his cheeks flush.

Dustin rolled his eyes as he saw Eddie look over at yn for the third time.

"Dude, just ask her out. She likes you and you like her!"

"I don't know if she likes me Henderson" Dustin gives him a look that clearly said *are you being serious right now?*

Maybe the little butthead had a point. Not that he would admit that as Dustin would get a big head.

Buoyed by this he makes his decision.

He sees yn talking to Steve and his stomach drops as he moves closer and hears Steve ask yn out.

She beams and she says yes which makes his heart sink. Of course, she would want to date Steve. He was handsome, chicks loved him and yn was perfect, they were a great match.

Steve and yn were beaming at each other and he feels gutted. Obviously, he had misread the signs that she liked him?

Miserable he heads off to find the rest of the Hellfire boys.

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After helping Steve with preparing to ask Nancy out she decides to find Eddie.

Eddie had been acting strange. No longer flirty and kind of withdrawn, kinda mopey she was confused because he seemed fine earlier.

Determined to find out what was wrong she goes to find him and he is taking to his friends.

"Eddie, are you okay?" his friends give them some privacy, and he looks upset about something.

"I'm fine," he tells her but she can sense his hesitation.

"Eddie, please tell me" he sighs.

"I heard Steve ask you out and you said yes, the truth is I really am falling for you but I get why you would want to date Harrington...

"Oh, Eddie. You misunderstand. I was helping Steve work up the courage to ask Nancy out. You know like a role-play kinda thing? I'm falling for you too"

He grins.

"You are? So if I asked you out? Maybe we could go and see a film together? You would say yes?"

Thrilled she nods.

"Yes" beaming he fist pumps the air.

"Milady, would you do the honor of accepting my request for a date?" she giggles reaching up and kissing him softly.

He blinks rapidly looking at her dazed.

"I would love to go out with you Eddie" beaming he kisses her tenderly and he takes her hand leading her over to Hellfire.

Eddie ruffles Dustin's hair.

"I told you so" Dustin grins and says this to Eddie.

"You were right butthead, now don't get a big head about it yeah?"

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#eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader fluff

[babycatlix]

hello friends! 💖 and happy new year! i hope 2023 is kind to us all! 

let’s just get into it! at the tail-end of 2021, i wasn’t really sure i was going to stay on tumblr. a lot of the friends i had made on my main and on another side blog had moved on from tumblr/we didn’t talk anymore. the few IRL friends i do have, i don’t follow on here bc i got rid of my old account (c. 2011) so i wasn’t really sure i was going to even be on tumblr during 2022. 

but then... march, 2022, my friend wanted to show me a music video. i wasn’t super jazzed but said “okay.” and he said, “have you heard of stray kids?” and me being into kpop for the better part of 16-ish years i said, “yes, i’ve heard of stray kids. i don’t stan, but i have heard of them.” fast forward a few weeks, he’s made me watch the maniac mv like 10 times and he thinks now is a good time to tell me, “by the way, stray kids is a self-producing group.” in case you didn’t know, i love groups that self-produce. see the other groups i love, bigbang, bts, seventeen, winner and ikon. so as soon as he said that, i was done for. i fell even deeper into kpop and fell into stray kids. 

in april, 2022 i decided that i should make a side blog for stray kids. i didn’t think it would grow into what it has. i just thought it would be like my itzy and blackpink side blogs, where i occasionally post some fan photos and other ppls creations. instead... i thought a good way for me to catch up on 4 years of content was to start giffing and here we are. i say this every time i do a follow forever, but i'm so happy here in my corner of stayblr. everyone is so kind and wonderful! and i want to thank everyone that shows my gifsets love! i'll tag some ppl below, but i want to mention a few special ppl to me first:

@yonglixx and @quokki my lovely sun ☀️ and ale! 💚 we may not talk a whole lot these days, life is busy and school is way too much, but you two were some of the first ppl on stayblr that i really talked to 💖 you guys were my first mutuals 😭🥰

@jinniebit ahhhh anna! we also don't talk a whole lot, but you are special to me! i followed you from your svt main and when i realized that you were here on stayblr, i plucked up my courage (i'm a huge chicken when it comes to interacting first! 🙈) and filled out your mutual form 💖 and i'm so glad i did!

@changbeens wonderful, amazing, talented bee! you mentioned me in your birthday follow forever and i was like, "how have i NOT seen them in my notifs?!" turns out, i was just blind, you were there all along. i love the way you express yourself and you never hesitate to stand up for your friends.

@sunnishine my sunshine 🥰 i'm so glad you were brave one day (i know it took a lot of courage and i'm proud of you 😭) and reblogged one of my gifsets, bc you gave me my own tag and an emoji to go with it 🥺 it was so cute and tbh... i was so nervous to tell you that i wanted a different emoji 😂 but i did and the rest is history.

okay, with the sappy emotional stuff out of the way, here are other ppl that i love a whole lot. if you're not following them, consider doing so! they're all so talented and wonderful! no special order, just alphabetical!

@agibbangs / @atinystraykid / @chanrizard / @chanstopher / @cheekyquokka / @freckledbbokkiee / @geniaparadox / @ggthydrangea / @hanjesungs / @hanjisoonie / @hyunchanz / @jerirose / @jisungs / @juiceofmoons / @jisungsjaistandjeekies / @khairemisthios / @lee--felix / @leefelex / @leenow / @minzbins / @missyedits / @nevoono / @seo-changbinnies / @skz-films / @snug-gyu / @straykidsgallery / @winterfloral

i love you all, you've made being here on stayblr so nice and wonderful! i would've done this sooner, but i worked both new years eve and new years day. but better late than never! i hope 2023 is kind to us all! 💖

#new years 2023

[treasureswordsgirl55]

The Hippo Talk

Characters: Steven Grant / Marc Spector / Jake Lockley

(I love this gift with all my life. It's remind me to my beloved Poe 💖)  

Pairing: Steven Grant x Fem!Reader / Marc Spector x Fem!Reader / Jake Lockley x Fem!Reader

Mentions: Alters. DID 

Warnings ⚠️: No big deal. Mentions of Egypt Battle. Mentions of Avatars and Egyptian Gods. Mentions of the Duat. Fears. Insecurities. Fluff. So fluff. Cute moments. Post!Moon Knight.

Tags: @abluelavalamp @mochacake2016 @dreamingaboutyousworld  

Author's Note: Hello Everyone! Again....

I'm here again with this fic for second time 'cause this doesn't appear in my main blog, so... I'll post again. I tell you if this fic appears twice in the hastags.

I hope you're doing well this time!! Here is so cold and my perfect time to write a few cute things about our Moon boys. 

What do you think about a talk of the desire of being parents about our Moon Boys? 

This is something that I thought the last week, and this is the result. I hope that this fic likes you and thanks so much for all the replies. The comments, the likes, notes or reblogs means a lot. 

If someone wants to be tagged or remove to the taglist, just tell me!

Have a nice reading and welcome to my new followers and readers! 

XOXO 😘 Noe! 

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- Hello everyone - Layla's voice reaches me from the living room and Marc moves away from me before she enters the room, but not before removing the remains of my red lipstick from his lips - Can I come in? Or should I give you time to get dressed?

I pull away from Marc laughing as I watch him roll his eyes and walk to the door. As soon as I see the image in front of me, I let out a sigh of satisfaction when I see what she has his little one baby in her arms.

- Oh... But if it's the beautiful Khepri - The little one lets out a gurgle as soon as he sees me and stretches his little arms towards me. I don't hesitate to take it as I walks into the kitchen and Marc smiles as he walks over to Layla and hugs her. After everything that had happened in Egypt, things had become easier and simpler between them. I hear them muttering some things, but I can't help but look away from the little baby with dark curls like her mother and an amber gaze that sees me as if I were a pacifier that wants to bite - you've grown a lot since the last time I saw you .

 - That was two months ago, baby.

I turn with a mocking laugh at Marc, who moves and the second I hear Layla burst out laughing at Steven's effusiveness, who seems about to smother her with his arms.

 - I missed you so much, Layla. How is Cameron? - The genuine interest in Steven's words, or perhaps the particular tone of his voice draws Khepri's attention, and he makes a sweet little noise as he teases my hair and leans in to see where the voice calling his attention.

I turn around just to see what Steven is telling Layla about our living together and his personal living with Jake and Marc.

 - Do you want to get Uncle Steven's attention?

The little boy answers me with a sound like laughter and stretches out one of his little arms as if he could reach for Steven

 - Layla, Khepri says to stop hogging the attention of his uncle.

 They both turn to me and I see Steven's cheeks turn a tomato-like red.

I had never seen him like this, blushing at the attention of a child. He looks so adorable more when he focuses on Khepri and he lets out a laugh that makes Steven's eyes soften and for a flash of my mind, I imagine a little boy with Steven's curls in my arms, and that look full of curiosity and interest in the world.

 Shit. This is not a good thing.

 - Don't you want to be with me a little bit more longer? - I hear the footsteps behind me, and barely feel Steven's hands on my waist, I lean against his chest while Khepri reaches to take a handful of Steven's curls in his little hand and pull them causing Steven to let out a laugh that makes the boy burst out laughing - Do you want to go with Uncle Steven? You are treacherous as your mother.

Layla bursts out laughing as I move enough for Steven to take Khepri into his arms, but as soon as I see the little boy start laughing, I turn to see Steven wearing the Mr. Knight suit.

I hold back for a moment the cry of fright that fights to come out of my lips and I shake my head while his mask disappears and he takes the little boy out of my arms, who enjoys the softness of his suit running his little hands through the lapels of it .

Steven seems so intent on watching Khepri play with his tie that he barely even notices I'm looking at him. He seems so comfortable with it that I can't help but think about having a child with him, with Marc, and with Jake.

It would be a bad idea? I think as I watch him play with the little one and exchange a look with Layla, who smiles, reading my thoughts and comes over to give me a light handshake.

Or maybe a girl. I can already imagine three overprotective dads to the moon and back.

I giggle as I let my hand move unconsciously towards my belly and that movement catches Steven's attention and he air kisses me as he turns his attention back to the boy as I drop my arms to my sides as if they had no life of their own. 

 "Tell me that you are thinking the same as me, that the idea of ​​the child in our arms feels too good for me." (Marc)

 - Hmm?

 "You know what I'm talking about, Steven" (Marc)

Layla says something about the new investigations in Cairo, and Steven hands the little boy back to me, who stares at me intently as I listen to his mother complain about the extra work she has to do for Tawered.

 - How do he take it? - I ask about her temporary work as an avatar of an Egyptian god - It's not something easy to assimilate.

 - Who? Cameron or Khepri?

 - Both - I pinch the little boy's nose, who giggles again and I tickle his tummy - Who is the most beautiful baby on the entire planet?

 "I want us to have a baby with her, Marc" (Steven)

 "Me too, Steven.. Me too" (Marc)

 "She…Will she want to have it?"  (Steven)

 "Don't you see her? She's in love with Mini Layla - Marc growls as Steven rolls his eyes at the thoughts running through his head - She will look beautiful with her swollen belly with our child. And for that, although I love her very much Layla, I want her out of here."

 I see that Steven stays silent for a few minutes staring at me and I don't have to ask to know that maybe he is thinking the same thing as me.  He is still wearing his white suit and lets out a laugh that makes us both turn to look at him.

- And what makes you laugh? - Steven shakes his head as he reaches his gloved hand out to Khepri and he grabs his finger like a magnet - I think he has a soft spot for you.

- I should let Marc out and we'll check it out.

- No - I take the little boy away for a second and they both laugh - The Moon Knight suit will scare him.

- If he isn't scared to see his mother running around with a shrill accent and speaking Egyptian mantras, he won't be scared at all. Less Marc.

- Hey - Steven's accent changes and I know it's Marc, who is still wearing Steven's suit - More psycho than this... - indicates the white suit and approaches the little boy, who looks at him curiously, and after deciding if Marc is worthy of his attention, he stretches out his little arms towards him, who for a second sees him as if he were some kind of jackal that is going to eat him - Do you want to come with me baby?

- You hit the nail on the head, Marc.

Layla walks away for a minute to answer her cell phone, which I don't know when it started ringing, but I approach Marc while the little boy demands his attention. Marc looks at him with a hint of fear at first, but once Khepri takes his hand, he notices that he begins to relax.

 - Marc? Are you okay?

 - Yeah. I've never been better.

 - Are you sure? You look a little…

 - Worried? Concerned? Calm? - He blurts out those words, making his nervousness clear and I giggle as Steven's suit disappears as he is replaced by his regular clothes and little Khepri makes a strange little noise, as if he is confused. We both laugh and when our eyes meet, a shiver runs down my spine. He is afraid. He's terrified at the slightest thought of a child around here.

 - I was going to say scared… 

- Nah, I'm just thinking about something - I know that he's clearly lying to me. He's not a good liar.

- Tell me. I was thinking about something too - I take his hand from him in mine and I feel a particular warmth between us. He feels it too cause he looks at the baby and then, where our hands are united.

I move a little closer and feel one of his arms around my waist while Khepri rests his little head on my neck and I let out a sigh at the boy's gesture.

I feel my heart tighten as I wish for this. I want this scene in our house every day.  Hearing Marc complain about getting up early to bottle feed our little one, or Steven walking quietly so he doesn't try to wake me up to be with our baby. Or Jake looking for the necessary things for our little adventure…

 - It's about Khepri, right?

 - Sorry? - He tenses up and just wants to get away from me, I hold him by his dark blue shirt so that he doesn't run away as if he were a little boy - I don't know what are you talking about…

"Don't be scared Marc. Tell her what you want… I want this baby too and I have the feeling that she wants it too… " (Steven)

  - What about Jake?

"Idiota. Serás idiota. Claro que quiero un niño también. Que estamos esperando, ¿un permiso divino o de Khonshu?" (Idiot. You're a fucking idiot. Of course I want the child too. What are we waiting for, divine permission or Khonshu's?) (Jake)

- I'm thinking about a baby too... - I murmur softly as if that confession were a mortal sin that will kill us all.

 - Really?

- Yeah. I imagined him like you. With your curls and that curious look from Steven or that annoying murmur from Jake. I don't know what I think about this right now, but…

 - Do you want to have a baby?

- Yes, of course. 

- With us?  Are you sure? - Marc takes Khepri's hand and lets out a sigh as soon as the baby starts playing with it - It's a dangerous life for a little creature like him.  Most if one of these parents are an Egyptian god avatar who has many enemies behind his head.

- I know. But I'm sure about one thing… You'll protect us like Layla does with Khepri. You have the power of the God of The Moon, apart from he's an idiot silly bird, you have the best of him. You protect everyone, Marc. And Steven and Jake too.

- Oh fuck, baby. If you want it, we'll give it to you without hesitation.

- No no, I don't want it if you all don't want it too. It's a couple thing - Layla enters in the room and Marc feels something changed because he's on the defensive side and I see Layla's eyes are a little bit shining like before - Marc?

- Hello! Hello! - Khepri start laughing out lou and as soon as I identify the shrill accent that Layla was talking about, I know that Tawered is here - Are you the smart one or the dramatic one?

- Hippo….

- The dramatic one, definitely - Tawered, in Layla's body begins to move around the kitchen and looks around for something until she focuses on me, and sees that I am holding the little boy behind Marc, who is still tense - Hello … Is she right? She was in one of the rooms of your memories.

- Yes yes, it's her. It's nice to see you again - Steven's British accent reaches my ears but as soon as she gets closer, she pushes him away and takes one of my hands, seeking to reassure me while she makes faces at the little boy - She's my girl, well, our girl.

- Don't be afraid, please. Let me introduce myself I am Tawered goddess of women, children, fertility and births. I also tend to play the role of Anubis when she's not in the Duat. They know, I accompanied Marc on his way… - I nod as she takes Khepri from my arms and lets go of my hand before, with a very slow and controlled movement, she takes Steven's hand and very gently supports it on the base of my stomach, causing a shiver to run through both of us - I know you want this, I know you're afraid, plus you three - She turns to Steven who is a little blushed - especially the dramatic one, but... let me tell you something about this: you will be amazing parents when you decide. I can see it…. The Duat not only allows me to see what has happened but what will happen as well.

  - Can you….?

  - Don't be afraid, Marc. You won't be like your father - I feel Steven take a deep breath and nod his head - And you, Steven are incredible with children.  It will be very easy for you and Jake… well, he will need patience, but they will be incredible parents for your little girl.

  - A baby girl?

  - The first of three - She murmurs with complicitly and I see that Steven smiles but he is a little paler than usual.

We both let out a laugh as I feel tears falling down my cheeks.

"It couldn't be less, of course" (Marc)

"Eran tres o nada, Spector. Debían ser tres. Tenemos que tener la oportunidad de ser padres cada uno" (It was three or nothing, Spector. It had to be three. We have to have the opportunity to be parents each one) (Jake)

Steven starts laughing and I look at him in surprise. He is blushing too much and it looks like he is going to choke from laughing so much.

- Steven?

- I'm sorry, I'll just say that Marc and Jake are glad there are three of them. So everyone has their chance.

I shake my head as Khepri touches her mother's face and heaves a sigh to which Tawered slumps her shoulders.

- That sigh is a sign that the little boy wants his mother back - She lets us both go and Steven takes my hand and brings it to his lips to leave a kiss on my wrist - It was such an honor to see you again Steven and to meet you, darling. I repeat to both of us, when you decide, my blessing is already yours and his little girl is waiting for you.

We both nod and as soon as Layla comes to, she holds Khepri tighter and we both giggle.

- She was here, right? - Steven nods as he hands her a glass of water and she lets out a curse - What did she tell you?  Something serious?

- No, only that we have the blessing to be parents.

Layla lets out a startled squeal and I see her eyes fill with tears.

- You will be amazing parents, that's for sure - She doubt for a second and let out a sigh - I know Marc… will be very scared as hell, but he will do it amazing. I hope that by the time I come back to visit again, there's already a little Steven or Marc or Jake running around here.

- A baby girl. That's Tawered said… 

Layla shake her head and centre her attention to Khepri. 

- Oh... Better than ever. Another empowered woman in the world. Just, when happened, tell me, please. 

- You'll be the first to know, and I think not by us, for Tawered sure. 

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hey!! i'm not able to reblog the fic for some reason...? i have no idea what's wrong so I'll just leave my comments here <3

i read it ;)

“But I just want my baby to be comfortable.”

BABYYY!!! pls rid what are u doing to me-

So, as honest as ever, he doesn’t hesitate. He leans back in his seat, exhales and tells you, “Nara’s my ex girlfriend. She and I grew up together, but didn’t get together till freshman year.”

shit... i knew this was coming. i hate u 😤😤

How does a fake girlfriend compete against childhood love?

no!!! please, things like this just makes the oc more insecure 🥺🥺

Pulling his right leg in, he moves a bit, and lets it appear on the other side of your body. He pushes himself forward by a few inches, and presses his torso against your back before soft hands sneak to your tummy.

oh my goddd ahsghfdfd HOW ARE THEY NOT CONFESSING TO EACH OTHER RIGHT FUCKING NOW 😭😭😭 this is too domestic ✋😞

“Oh, come on. You won’t be thinking of me there. You’ll be busy having fun with your family.” You chuckle, eyes still slipped close, and jest, “And staring at resort girls.”

lmaoo

“We don’t have a coupon for starters. Every other shop and brand does,” you say, leaning forwards. “So what if we established a ten percent off coupon for those who become new members of our brand?”

smartass oc indeed 😌

“And if he doesn’t? He doesn’t take care of it, but books an expensive vacation?”

oh my god, this is so sad :(( the mom is such a snake!! why does she even care where he's gonna stay at? this is truly unacceptable... but i stan oc for standing for jk!! and that's how it should be ;)

Jungkook [6:13PM]: i hope you’re doing okay. i’m thinking of you 

awww ❤️❤️

Laughter sounds through the phone, and a few people clap. His relatives know how to have fun, and your heart aches for a bond you haven’t gotten familiar with yet.

i feel bad 😞 wish she would've gone with him too...

“I don’t understand why you wouldn’t choose him.”

??? because she has jungkook! when will the mother stop... I'm so done rid. 😠 thinking that jk won't be able to do anything in future just sounds so disrespectful 😥

“Look outside.”

hahah, i thought he was outside her house for a moment 😂

“I really like your dress.”

akskdksmdk HE'S HERE ISNT HEEE 😭😭😭 ridddd why are you doing this!???

As you dig your fingers into his back, he wraps an arm around your torso; presses you close to him, lips in your hair. A gentle timbre whispers, “Hi.”

oh gawd 🥺🥺 they're so in love... PLS LET THE CONFESSION HAPPEN 😤😭

“I need to talk to you, angel,” he says.

shit no no no, don't tell me something really happened... let them be happy ksksjsjs

ok, the part where jk for drunk and said his pink got hurt, LMFAO that was so adorable!! and when he yawned? this is what came into my mind:

actually, that whole scene just reminded me of this vlive!!! 🥺 (except the bucket hat)

wait... jin is going to be important again? what the heck do u mean 😀 don't tell me it is what I think... you're the worst i hate u for this. this part screams danger for the next one 🙄🤨

anyway (😤😠) i loved this chapter 💖💖 good job 😘

ahhh yeah, tumblr sometimes doesn't let u reblog long fics from the phone! i can only do it on desktop, too, so if u still wanna reblog or anything, u could try it like that 😭 but this review is still so 🥺🥺🥺

UGHHH the 'you're my baby' to nara whiplash, lmaooo yes i understand ur feelings :') oc really does get insecure about stuff a lot! but i think jk's domestic and sweet behaviour are what calm her a bit, so let's hope things get better for her head. and fck yeah, oc is a badass and smartass, and we stan her but not her mother !!! girl knows what to do at work and defends her man? YUPPPP!

oh god yeah, i can see why it looked like he was outside 🤣 (then again... later, at the end... 🥺). YES YES WE NEED A CONFESSION CMON. tell em !!!

also, u're so so right to be reminded of the vlive! it was exactly what inspired his whole look, the sweater paws and the gentle yawn 🥺 i'm so glad u picked up on that !!! also ha ha, i'm not sure what u think about seokjin but 😀😀 interesting, isn't it–

thank u so much for reading, love. u leave such wonderful and sweet reviews, and they mean more to me than u know 🥺 <333

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WIPS

~the usual~

Steve Henderson AU

Claudia Henderson Canon Character Masterlist

s3 Dustin funko (physical wip)

Chrissy Cunningham funko (physical wip)

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SNIPPET

is it really a WIP Wednesday if i don't share Steve Henderson Au? I don't think so. anyway

(i have no idea how to do the 'more under the cut' thing hopefully i did this right.)

in todays episode the gang is taking a pitstop to drop of Dustin before going to ✨the hospital✨

They pulled up to Dustin's house in no time. It was small but very warm, especially with all the big windows and golden lights. Just as Hopper parked beside a bright yellow Volvo the front door swung open and a very frantic woman made her way to their car. Dustin launched out of the car, forgetting his bag on the floorboards, and ran over to her. Just the sight of him made her visibly relax with a frantic smile, pace slowing and shoulders slumping back to a natural state. It was like every emotion was exaggerated. On display like there was nothing to hide, like the whole world needed to know how worried or relieved she was. 

Or upset, because after a long hug she immediately began scolding him. Steve could barely hear what they were saying, a few words flicking in here and there.

“Worried …  so late ..  Mews..”

Mews. Dustin's cat. Dead cat. Did he tell her? Does she know about the upside down, too?

He opened his door and shouted for Dustin to come over, quickly grabbing his bag as an excuse for wanting to talk to him.

“Left your bag, dude.”

“Thanks,” he grabbed it quickly, clearly in a rush to get back, Steve reached out to keep him just a second longer.

“Did you tell her about Mews?” 

“Of course not! She doesn’t know about this stuff, I can’t just tell her about D’art!” he whispered

“Dusty, is everything okay?” she said, starting towards Steve’s door. Dustin gave him a look that screamed shit shit shit shit shit

“I got it,” he mouthed before she reached them.

“Yeah, everythings fine Mrs Henderson. I was telling Dustin that he should probably explain what happened today.” he lied easily. Her eyebrows raised, looking between them. Dustin still looked really nervous but trying to hide it under a weak smile and agreeing nod.

“Yeah, I asked Steve to help me look for Mews and-’

That got her attention.

“Did you find her?” she asked, voice wavering. Shit.

“No-” 

“Yeah”

Dustin froze.

“Well, we did, technically, just…” he hesitated for effect, then continued softly, “She didn’t make it.” 

She gasped, covered her mouth with her hands, and let out a strangled “oh”. Dustin looked almost as distraught, moreso at seeing his mother so upset. Fuck, this shouldn’t be so hard.

He continued, to complete the lie and to keep Dustin from having to say anything more.

“There was a rabid dog loose, we took care of it before it could hurt anything else, but... we were too late to help Mews. I’m- I’m so sorry.” He said. The story was fake, but the stutter and remorse wasn’t. Not necessarily feeling for Mews, he liked cats but he never actually saw Mews, but more for Mrs. Henderson. He had no idea how important this cat was to her and it was starting to make sense why Dustin kept lying to her about it.

She sighed wetly and Dustin gave her another hug.

“Can we bury her?” she asked

“Already did,” Dustin said into her shirt. He pulled back and looked more sure. Like a calmness swept over him, but too quickly. It had to be an armor, “We buried her in the backyard while you were at work, I can show you in a minute.”

Then he dropped his bag and pulled Steve in for a hug like he did with his mother. It was a surprise, but after a moment to think again he returned it, letting Dustin bury his head in his shirt and holding his onto him gently.

“I’m sorry, dude.” Steve whispered.

“It’s okay.” He said, pulling back and giving a little smile, “I’m going to come visit you, okay? At the hospital tomorrow."

“I’ll hold you to it,” he said, ruffling Dustin’s hat. He scooted back into the car, hearing Mrs. Henderson faintly question 'hospital' before the door shut. Hopper backed out of the driveway and Steve looked out the window, smiling as Mrs. Henderson waved at them before she and Dustin went inside.

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It always baffles me when you suggest we can come and talk to you whenever about whatever – a genuine, well-meant sentiment. I've certainly got an embarrassingly high urge to contact you multiple times throughout the day, if not all the bloody time, but I never, and that might as well only be a ME problem, know what to converse with you. We undeniably got a few common interest(s), but, even there, we might differ to a great extent. And I'm sure as hell not interesting enough to report back about my day and all its happenings to you – that would be a massive disappointment for all parties involved. Plus, I'm the worst person to come up with topics, let alone hold an entire conversation.

And on top of all that, I'm incredibly critical. That one, in particular, has been received rather negatively in the past. Me, therefore, regularly struggling: impulse to talk vs. keep the strong opinions in check – seeing how a large amount of my opinions, regarding our common interest(s), are condemnatory – resulting in why I refrain myself from reaching out. I just don't want to be the hateful nob who harshly criticises and crosses the limit of people's tolerable objection.

I'm torn.

-sparkles

Plsss the amount of times I’ve posted or reblogged stuff and thought/hoped that you would maybe send me an ask about something snsnsnk like idc how random and ‘’’meaningless’’’ the topic is, I’m always happy to talk to you or anyone on here <333

And you can always write a little differently and not sign an ask as sparkles, that’s what the anon feature is for!! (Although I love seeing sparkles in my inbox). If you ever cross a line I’ll just tell you or simply not answer the ask lmaoo I think we’re on the same page when it comes to the fundamental bits (like human rights and common sense stuff lol) and other than that it’s fine if our opinions differ <33 Like I just LOVE getting asks and talking so pls never hesitate to send me something lol💖💖💖

#sparkles #but of course don’t send anything if it makes you feel negative in any way or you really have to force yourself to #tumblr is supposed to be fun so always put yourself and your feelings first obviously <3

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I see you write about NCT as well , I don't know a lot about them but I guess the same applies about their Tumblr fandom as well. So write about different fandoms as well, post your stories as often as you can and reblog them often too. It's helpful to reach many different target groups at once.

Btw I'm not a writer here, I'm just an active reader for years but I hope my ask helps you a little. Feel free to reach out if you need any advice or second opinion about anything. Please don't get discouraged your work is great!

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[treasureswordsgirl55]

The Hippo Talk

Characters: Steven Grant / Marc Spector / Jake Lockley

(I love this gift with all my life. It's remind me to my beloved Poe 💖)

Pairing: Steven Grant x Fem!Reader / Marc Spector x Fem!Reader / Jake Lockley x Fem!Reader

Mentions: Alters. DID

Warnings ⚠️: No big deal. Mentions of Egypt Battle. Mentions of Avatars and Egyptian Gods. Mentions of the Duat. Fears. Insecurities. Fluff. So fluff. Cute moments. Post!Moon Knight.

Tags: @abluelavalamp @mochacake2016 @dreamingaboutyousworld

Author's Note: Hello Everyone! I hope you're doing well this time!! Here is so cold and my perfect time to write a few cute things about our Moon boys.

What do you think about a talk of the desire of being parents about our Moon Boys?

This is something that I thought the last week, and this is the result. I hope that this fic likes you and thanks so much for all the replies. The comments, the likes, notes or reblogs means a lot.

Have a nice reading and welcome to my new followers and readers!

XOXO 😘 Noe!

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- Hello everyone - Layla's voice reaches me from the living room and Marc moves away from me before she enters the room, but not before removing the remains of my red lipstick from his lips - Can I come in? Or should I give you time to get dressed?

I pull away from Marc laughing as I watch him roll his eyes and walk to the door. As soon as I see the image in front of me, I let out a sigh of satisfaction when I see what she has his little one baby in her arms.

- Oh... But if it's the beautiful Khepri - The little one lets out a gurgle as soon as he sees me and stretches his little arms towards me. I don't hesitate to take it as I walks into the kitchen and Marc smiles as he walks over to Layla and hugs her. After everything that had happened in Egypt, things had become easier and simpler between them. I hear them muttering some things, but I can't help but look away from the little baby with dark curls like her mother and an amber gaze that sees me as if I were a pacifier that wants to bite - you've grown a lot since the last time I saw you .

- That was two months ago, baby.

I turn with a mocking laugh at Marc, who moves and the second I hear Layla burst out laughing at Steven's effusiveness, who seems about to smother her with his arms.

- I missed you so much, Layla. How is Cameron? - The genuine interest in Steven's words, or perhaps the particular tone of his voice draws Khepri's attention, and he makes a sweet little noise as he teases my hair and leans in to see where the voice calling his attention.

I turn around just to see what Steven is telling Layla about our living together and his personal living with Jake and Marc.

- Do you want to get Uncle Steven's attention?

The little boy answers me with a sound like laughter and stretches out one of his little arms as if he could reach for Steven.

- Layla, Khepri says to stop hogging the attention of his uncle.

They both turn to me and I see Steven's cheeks turn a tomato-like red.

I had never seen him like this, blushing at the attention of a child. He looks so adorable more when he focuses on Khepri and he lets out a laugh that makes Steven's eyes soften and for a flash of my mind, I imagine a little boy with Steven's curls in my arms, and that look full of curiosity and interest in the world.

Shit. This is not a good thing.

- Don't you want to be with me a little bit more longer? - I hear the footsteps behind me, and barely feel Steven's hands on my waist, I lean against his chest while Khepri reaches to take a handful of Steven's curls in his little hand and pull them causing Steven to let out a laugh that makes the boy burst out laughing - Do you want to go with Uncle Steven? You are treacherous as your mother.

Layla bursts out laughing as I move enough for Steven to take Khepri into his arms, but as soon as I see the little boy start laughing, I turn to see Steven wearing the Mr. Knight suit.

I hold back for a moment the cry of fright that fights to come out of my lips and I shake my head while his mask disappears and he takes the little boy out of my arms, who enjoys the softness of his suit running his little hands through the lapels of it .

Steven seems so intent on watching Khepri play with his tie that he barely even notices I'm looking at him. He seems so comfortable with it that I can't help but think about having a child with him, with Marc, and with Jake.

It would be a bad idea? I think as I watch him play with the little one and exchange a look with Layla, who smiles, reading my thoughts and comes over to give me a light handshake.

Or maybe a girl. I can already imagine three overprotective dads to the moon and back.

I giggle as I let my hand move unconsciously towards my belly and that movement catches Steven's attention and he air kisses me as he turns his attention back to the boy as I drop my arms to my sides as if they had no life of their own.

"Tell me that you are thinking the same as me, that the idea of ​​the child in our arms feels too good for me." (Marc)

- Hmm?

"You know what I'm talking about, Steven" (Marc)

Layla says something about the new investigations in Cairo, and Steven hands the little boy back to me, who stares at me intently as I listen to his mother complain about the extra work she has to do for Tawered.

- How do I take it? - I ask about his temporary work as an avatar of an Egyptian god -It's not something easy to assimilate.

- Who? Cameron or Khepri?

- Both - I pinch the little boy's nose, who giggles again and I tickle his tummy - Who is the most beautiful baby on the entire planet?

"I want us to have a baby with her, Marc" (Steven)

"Me too, Steven.. Me too" (Marc)

"She…Will she want to have it?" (Steven)

"Don't you see her? She's in love with Mini Layla - Marc growls as Steven rolls his eyes at the thoughts running through his head - She will look beautiful with her swollen belly with our child. And for that, although I love her very much Layla, I want her out of here."

I see that Steven stays silent for a few minutes staring at me and I don't have to ask to know that maybe he is thinking the same thing as me. He is still wearing his white suit and lets out a laugh that makes us both turn to look at him.

- And what makes you laugh? - Steven shakes his head as he reaches his gloved hand out to Khepri and he grabs his finger like a magnet - I think he has a soft spot for you.

- I should let Marc out and we'll check it out.

- No - I take the little boy away for a second and they both laugh - The Moon Knight suit will scare him.

- If he isn't scared to see his mother running around with a shrill accent and speaking Egyptian mantras, he won't be scared at all. Less Marc.

- Hey - Steven's accent changes and I know it's Marc, who is still wearing Steven's suit - More psycho than this... - indicates the white suit and approaches the little boy, who looks at him curiously, and after deciding if Marc is worthy of his attention, he stretches out his little arms towards him, who for a second sees him as if he were some kind of jackal that is going to eat him - Do you want to come with me baby?

- You hit the nail on the head, Marc.

Layla walks away for a minute to answer her cell phone, which I don't know when it started ringing, but I approach Marc while the little boy demands his attention. Marc looks at him with a hint of fear at first, but once Khepri takes his hand, he notices that he begins to relax.

- Marc? Are you okay?

- Yeah. I've never been better.

- Are you sure? You look a little...

- Concerned? Calm? - He blurts out those words, making his nervousness clear and I giggle as Steven's suit disappears as he is replaced by his regular clothes and little Khepri makes a strange little noise, as if he is confused. We both laugh and when our eyes meet, a shiver runs down my spine. He is afraid. He's terrified at the slightest thought of a child around here.

- I was going to say scared...

- Nah, I'm just thinking about something - I know that he's clearly lying to me. He's not a good liar.

- Tell me. I was thinking about something too - I take his hand from him in mine and I feel a particular warmth between us. He feels it too cause he looks at the baby and then, where our hands are united.

- It's nothing important, baby. I'll tell you later.

I move a little closer and feel one of his arms around my waist while Khepri rests his little head on my neck and I let out a sigh at the boy's gesture.

I feel my heart tighten as I wish for this. I want this scene in our house every day. Hearing Marc complain about getting up early to bottle feed our little one, or Steven walking quietly so he doesn't try to wake me up to be with our baby. Or Jake looking for the necessary things for our little adventure…

- It's about Khepri, right?

- Sorry? - He tenses up and just wants to get away from me, I hold him by his dark blue shirt so that he doesn't run away as if he were a little boy - I don't know what are you talking about…

"Don't be scared Marc. Tell her what you want… I want this baby too and I have the feeling that she wants it too… " (Steven)

- What about Jake?

"Idiota. Serás idiota. Claro que quiero un niño también. Que estamos esperando, ¿un permiso divino o de Khonshu?" (Idiot. You're going to be an idiot. Of course I want the child too. What are we waiting for, divine permission or Khonshu's?) (Jake)

- I'm thinking about a baby too... - I murmur softly as if that confession were a mortal sin that will kill us all.

- Really?

- Yeah. I imagined him like you. With your curls and that curious look from Steven or that annoying murmur from Jake. I don't know what I think about this right now, but…

- Do you want to have a baby?

- Yes, of course.

- With us? Are you sure? - Marc takes Khepri's hand and lets out a sigh as soon as the baby starts playing with it - It's a dangerous life for a little creature like him. Most if one of these parents are an Egyptian god avatar who has many enemies behind his head.

- I know. But I'm sure about one thing… You'll protect us like Layla does with Khepri. You have the power of the God of The Moon, apart from he's an idiot silly bird, you have the best of him. You protect everyone, Marc. And Steven and Jake too.

- Oh fuck, baby. If you want it, we'll give it to you without hesitation.

- No no, I don't want it if you all don't want it too. It's a couple thing - Layla enters in the room and Marc feels something changed because he's on the defensive side and I see Layla's eyes are a little bit shining like before - Marc?

- Hello! Hello! - Khepri start laughing out lou and as soon as I identify the shrill accent that Layla was talking about, I know that Tawered is here - Are you the smart one or the dramatic one?

- Hippo....

- The dramatic one, definitely - Tawered, in Layla's body begins to move around the kitchen and looks around for something until she focuses on me, and sees that I am holding the little boy behind Marc, who is still tense - Hello … Is she right? She was in one of the rooms of your memories.

- Yes yes, it's her. It's nice to see you again - Steven's British accent reaches my ears but as soon as she gets closer, she pushes him away and takes one of my hands, seeking to reassure me while she makes faces at the little boy - She's my girl, well, our girl.

- Don't be afraid, please. Let me introduce myself I am Tawered goddess of women, children, fertility and births. I also tend to play the role of Anubis when she's not in the Duat. They know, I accompanied Marc on his way… - I nod as she takes Khepri from my arms and lets go of my hand before, with a very slow and controlled movement, she takes Steven's hand and very gently supports it on the base of my stomach, causing a shiver to run through both of us - I know you want this, I know you're afraid, plus you three - She turns to Steven who is a little blushed - especially the dramatic one, but... let me tell you something about this: you will be amazing parents when you decide. I can see it…. The Duat not only allows me to see what has happened but what will happen as well.

- Can you….?

- Don't be afraid, Marc. You won't be like your father - I feel Steven take a deep breath and nod his head - And you, Steven are incredible with children. It will be very easy for you and Jake… well, he will need patience, but they will be incredible parents for your little girl.

- A baby girl?

- The first of three - She murmurs with complicitly and I see that Steven smiles but he is a little paler than usual.

We both let out a laugh as I feel tears falling down my cheeks.

"It couldn't be less, of course" (Marc)

"Eran tres o nada, Spector. Debían ser tres. Tenemos que tener la oportunidad de ser padres cada uno" (It was three or nothing, Spector. It had to be three. We have to have the opportunity to be parents each one) (Jake)

Steven starts laughing and I look at him in surprise. He is blushing too much and it looks like he is going to choke from laughing so much.

- Steven?

- Sorry, I'll just say that Marc and Jake are glad there are three of them. So everyone has their chance.

I shake my head as Khepri touches her mother's face and heaves a sigh to which Tawered slumps her shoulders.

- That sigh is a sign that the little boy wants his mother back - She lets us both go and Steven takes my hand and brings it to his lips to leave a kiss on my wrist - An honor to see you again Steven and to meet you, darling. I repeat to both of us, when you decide, my blessing is already yours and his little girl is waiting for you.

We both nod and as soon as Layla comes to, she holds Khepri tighter and we both giggle.

- She was here, right? - Steven nods as he hands her a glass of water and she lets out a curse - What did she tell you? Something serious?

- No, only that we have the blessing to be parents.

Layla lets out a startled squeal and I see her eyes fill with tears.

- You will be amazing parents, that's for sure. I know Marc… will be very scared as hell, but he will do it amazing. I hope that by the time I come back to visit again, there's already a little Steven or Marc or Jake running around here.

- A baby girl. That's Tawered said...

Layla shake her head and centre her attention to Khepri.

- Oh... Better than ever. Another empowered woman in the world. Just, when happened, tell me, please.

- You'll be the first to know, and I think not by us, for Tawered sure.

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